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OOOOO YOU WANT TEAVESTIGATION SO BAD EH CULT?! /pos
#Kimiko Splats#Kimiko Yaps#dandys world#Ship#cw pregnancy#artists on tumblr#veera's gonna make an announcement#i can be silly at times so yea#dandys world teagan#Teavestigation#Teavestigation Dandy's World#Rodger x Teagan#rodger
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Idk why everyone is surprised when Kimiko literally said "I see you as family/a brother" to Frenchie, like, I'm sorry but she made it p clear I thought 😭
#the boys#yapping#i thought ppl were just shipping them for fun but a lot of ppl are surprised and upset it isn't canon#IT HASN'T BEEN CANON SINCE KIMIKO SAID NO#we apparently only get one canon gay at a time#idky they divorced Kevin if they weren't gonna make the most bisexual man ive ever seen marry homelander#im bitter sorry
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Finished the boys <//3
#idk how to feel#now I can peacefully work on my wips but at what cost#already miss all of them actually#frenchie and kimiko come back :(#🌑 yapping
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why am i getting mad at the fancast voice cast for a LPS 2023 reboot on the idea fandom wiki
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I love her so much omg @gibson-g1rl you were right
kimiko miyashiro
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☆ cruel ☆
𝟙𝟠+
𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕀 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕦𝕪. 𝕞𝕕𝕟𝕚
𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕦𝕟𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕡 𝕚𝕟 𝕧, 𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕝, 𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕥, 𝕕𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜, 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕩, 𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕘𝕖 (𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕣, 𝕠𝕓𝕧𝕤) 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟚.𝟝𝕜
“He’s a child,” you seethed, slamming the door to the ragtag group’s shared space wide open as you burst inside. “Butcher, you had absolutely no right.”
Hughie and MM followed you inside with Butcher trailing in just moments behind. Kimiko, who had already made it inside before you threw the door open and moved through the threshold with the same intensity as an electrical storm, left Frenchie’s side to grab your arms in a firm but gentle manner. Her wide eyes searched your face, before looking over to MM and Hughie, for any unspoken explanation as to what had transpired in the minutes she had been away. MM made a gesture of bickering and yapping with his hands before pointing to you, and tilting his head back towards Butcher as he followed.
Hearing the heavy fall of his boots, you whirled around, pulling yourself from Kimiko’s hold on you. Your fists clenched at your sides, anger swelling in your chest, as you stared down the source of your wrath before you stormed away, down the hallway and out of sight.
A tense and uncomfortable silence descended upon the room. Butcher sighed heavily, his thick, dark eyebrows furrowed as he brought a hand up to rub the bridge of his nose before he turned on his heel and followed you. Kimiko worriedly began to follow but MM intercepted, grabbing her arm and shaking his head, silently cautioning to give you the space that you needed right now.
You turned into one of the few empty rooms in the office space of the historic triangular-shaped Flatiron building. The gritty, utilitarian condition of the room left a lot to be desired as you glared out a set of dusty glass panes to one of the many arched windows in the back room, shoulders tight and arms crossed firmly over your chest. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his dark trench coat clad figure approaching. He stopped a few feet away from you.
“Alrigh’, let’s ‘ave it,” he grumbled, his voice tired and low as he shut the door behind him, “get it off your chest—”
“How can you be so fucking cruel? You are all that kid has, and y-you couldn’t even show him an ounce of kindness,” you interrupted him, your gaze at the bustling city outside unwavering. You felt your jaw clench as your anger refused to subside. The tightness in your chest didn’t falter but you felt a lump in your throat as tears threatened to fall from your eyes. You didn’t know Ryan well but his heart was so gentle and kind, and to see the way Butcher’s words cut him down so much broke something inside you today.
You continued, your words laced with venom, “You don’t treat anyone like we’re all in this together. Everyone, to include your Boys, is just a…a means to end with you, you Machiavellian bastard. You’re a ruthless, cruel bastard.”
“Cruel?” Butcher growled, his volume and tone caught you off guard, making you flinch and begin turn towards him. His long strides closed the distance between you in seconds. His large hands grabbed you with such force, you let out a startled cry as he spun you around to face him fully.
You squirmed in his grasp. You slammed your hands against his broad chest, attempting to push him away to no avail. Butcher grabbed your wrists, his hold on you tightening like a vice grip. You cried out in pain, “Butcher, you’re hurting me—”
“Stop pissin’ about and tell me again how cruel I am.”
“You’re an asshole,” you breathed, trying in vain to pull away from him. You drew in a sharp breath when you felt your back press against the window. The cold from the glass seeped through your sweater, another reminder of the transitioning autumn air outside.
“Takes one to know one,” Butcher chuckled, moving a hand to grab your jaw. “There’s the reason yer still around, innit?
His large hand tightened around your face, making you feel even smaller in his presence. You stared at him blankly as he squeezed your cheeks tightly in his hand; unsure of what to say, prompting him to continue. Your fists clenched at your sides.
“If I was so bloody cruel, what does that say about you? I’ve seen the way yer eyes light up like a right fuckin’ Christmas tree when we torture them cunts—it’s fuckin’ diabolical. You want to prance around like some holier-than-thou little princess when you’re up to your tight little arse in mud just like me. I shouldn’t ‘ave yelled at the kid, I get it, but don’t fancy yerself to be better than me because yer just as vile as the rest of us. Just as cruel as me. Go on, bird, whadya got to say to that?”
You couldn’t contain your rage any longer. You threw your clenched fist against his jaw as hard as you could. He stumbled backwards, releasing his grip on your face. Refusing to lose your momentum over him, you raised your fist to strike him once more but he had all-too-quickly recovered, his hand reaching to grab your wrist with all-too-painful a grip. Your hardened gaze met his, a trail of blood seeping from his mouth, as he looked at you with a fire that wasn’t there a moment ago.
He leaned in closer to you, his lips parted, but you braced your hands against his broad chest and shoved him away.
“Not even if you were the last fucking person on Earth.”
He grabbed you once more, pulling you closer, unwilling to give you the option to retreat again. He leaned in, his lips dangerously close to your ear. “Trust me when I say I’m the only one who can fuck you the way you need to be fucked.”
His words sent shivers down your spine. The feeling of his breath against your ear and neck made your body erupt in goose bumps. You were painfully aware of the throbbing ache in between your legs. It had been far too long since you had been thoroughly used and abused and your body had no trouble reminded you of that fact. Butcher had pulled away from you, a stupid, knowing smirk plastered across his face.
“Then shut up and fuck me, Butch—”
Butcher wasted no time as hungrily swallowed his name as it left your lips, groaning deeply against the soft feeling of your mouth on his. His hands feverishly pawed at your sweater, his lips fervently moving along with yours as if he were a starved man finally feasting on a forbidden meal. The metallic taste of his bloody lips enveloped your mouth. Backing you against the wall once more, his mouth moved from your lips to leave sloppy bites along your jawline, trailing to your neck. His beard scraped against your delicate skin as he went, leaving the most delectable burn.
Your fingers gripped the leather collar of his black trench coat, helping to remove the bulky article from his broad shoulders. It fell to the floor below with a thud while he continuing his vicious assault against your neck. You kicked off your boots to join his discarded coat. He wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing tightly. You let out a choked groan, earning a devious grin from Butcher against your goosebump-enveloped skin. His free hand moved south to your hip to roughly pull your lower half against him. A moan escaped your lips when you felt his hardening length straining against his jeans.
Your fingers trembled as they fumbled with his belt, desperate to touch him, to feel him. He let out a hearty chuckle as he pulled your sweater over your head, throwing it to the ground to join his discarded outerwear.
“Nah, love, you haven’t earned it yet,” his voice dripped with desire, his eyes half-lidded and predatory as they took in your aroused desperation. He made quick work of your pants and underwear before tearing away at your bra. There was vague sound of the clasps snapping at the back as he removed the garment left your body completely bare in front of him.
Still fully clothed, Butcher knelt down in front of you, taking in the sight before him. He grabbed your hips to stabilize you against the wall, prompting you to hook your right leg over his shoulder. His warm breath against your inner thigh sent a shiver coursing throughout your entire body as he pushed himself further between your legs. He traced the seam of your pussy with his tongue before moving to circle your clit. Your head lolled back against the wall behind you, your fingers tangled once again in Butcher’s hair as he thrust two of his fingers inside you.
“Fuck, Butcher,” you moaned, pulling his hair tightly, earning a moan from the man below you. His moan vibrated against your clit as he continued sloppily licking and sucking your most delicate parts.
You felt the knot in your stomach tighten when you looked down to see him watching you writhe at the pleasure he was giving you—that only he could give you. It was enough to make you completely come undone. He slipped a third finger inside you, stretching you wider. Your hips bucked against his face, desperate for more, and he knew you were getting closer to your release. He increased his pace, sucking painfully on your clit until you couldn’t bear it any longer.
“C’mon, dove, give it to Daddy,” he murmured against you. His words were enough in and of themselves to push you over the edge as you felt that familiar white hot heat course through your veins, your orgasm shuddering through you.
He shrugged off your leg, standing to undo his belt. He pulled out his cock, already rock hard and leaking from his own arousal. “On yer knees,” he growled, stroking himself at sight of the panting, shivering mess of you. “Put that loud gob of yers to good use.”
“Shut the fuck up, Butcher, before I—”
“Before y’what? Finish that fuckin’ sentence.”
“Before I leave. I already got what I needed. I could give two fucks about you finishing.”
He grabbed your shoulders and forced you to your knees. The feeling of the hardwood floors beneath you was the least bit comfortable but you knew this time, it wasn’t about your pleasure. This was all his. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, giving your hair a sharp tug. You winced, opening your mouth to protest when he shoved his thick, trembling cock inside. Butcher immediately began thrusting himself into your mouth, taking full advantage of your inability to bitch at him for it. Your tongue circled around his shaft as he fucked your mouth relentlessly. His dark hazel eyes looked down at you, watching you intently, as he forced himself as deep as he could down your throat; committing the sight of you gagging on the length of him with tears welling in your eyes to memory.
Butcher groaned loudly as pulled his cock out of your mouth, leaving you coughing and breathing heavily. He continued stroking the length of himself, his own chest heaving just as much. It took all he had in him to not coat your throat with his sticky, hot release.
“What is it?” you growled, trying desperately to not show him just how much you enjoyed yourself, “Age catching up with you?”
He let out a loud breathy chuckle as he kneeled down to be eye level with you. He gripped your face with both hands and pulled you in for an angry kiss, teeth clashing in a fury of your tongues battling for dominance. He pushed you backwards; his weight driving you backwards as the back of your head crashed against the cold, hardwood floor below. You winced at both the pain and the cool feeling against your bare body.
“Think that’s why ya get yerself so riled up,” he muttered between his rough kisses, “yer desperate f’me to put ya back in yer place; desperate for Daddy to fuck ya senseless.”
You groaned as he pushed your knees apart abruptly, positioning his cock at the entrance of your aching pussy. You brought your legs up higher around his waist; the coarse fabric of his old jeans rubbing against your thighs. Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt him press against your drenched folds.
“Get on with it,” you growled as your fists balled up the fabric of his ribbed black sweater, his muscles tensing at your touch.
“Say it,” he grinned, his hand slipping down to tease his cock against you.
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please, Daddy,” you groaned through clenched teeth, desire overwhelming your anger and shame in your pathetic mewling. “Please fuck me, Daddy.”
Butcher wasted no time as he rammed his thick cock inside you. You winced at the sensation, letting out a loud moan as he rutted into you thoroughly. His rough hands grabbed your hips tightly for additional leverage, leaving bruises in their wake, as he continued pumping into you—offering no adjustment period to the sheer size of him. The sound of skin against skin and the obscene squelching sound of his cock thrusting in and out of you in a fast-paced rhythm filled the air.
“Fuck, love, quite the tight cunt ya’ve got,” he whispered into your ear, sweat beading on his forehead. A few strands of his dark, tousled locks fell in his face, clinging to his furrowed brow.
You could only moan in response, the tightening coil in your stomach threatening to unravel you once more. Your hands found the back of his head and you pulled sharply, earning an approving groan from the back of Butcher’s throat. It was like music to your ears. You nuzzled your face into his neck, biting him sharply when he angled his hips to stroke an especially sensitive spot inside you. His hand found its way around your throat once more, squeezing until your vision blurred and your head felt fuzzy, adding another layer of sensation to the overwhelming feeling of having him inside of you and on top of you.
In a blur of body parts grasping about, your fingers clawed at his back to leave deep pink wounds to accompany the scars littered across his broad and toned frame. It was all too much for you to bear, and in a moment you were overcome by your climax, catching even yourself off-guard as you were left shaking and breathless.
Butcher’s own release wasn’t long after; the feeling of your cunt clenching tightly around his cock sent him over the edge as he spilled his cum inside of you. He let out a deep moan as he fucked his way through his orgasm. He rolled over to lie next to you on the cold floor, sighing as he pulled out of your warmth.
The two of you laid there for a moment, chests rising and falling in unison as you both let your heartbeats settle, coming down from your respective highs.
“Your hatred,” you panted, “is going to be the end of you, you know.”
“Yea, either that,” he agreed, finally, “or you.”
#ending was totally rushed but c'est la vie#billy butcher x reader#butcher x reader#billy butcher#the boys#billy butcher x reader smut#billy butcher smut#billy butcher brainrot go brr#smut#the boys fanfic#writing#fanfiction
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Soldier Boy
Pairing: Ben "Soldier Boy" x Supe!reader
Characters: Benjamin "Soldier Boy", Hughie, Billy Butcher, Frenchie, Kimiko Miyashrio, MM "Mothers Milk", Annie "Starlight" Janurary
Warnings: Angst, minor fluff, the boys show is a warning itself, things get rough, ben was brainwashed, reader was forced into hiding, ben loves you but sucks at it, reader wants to kick his ass, a lot goes on here lol
Word Count: 1.9k
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“I’m sorry there’s another one of you?” Billy asks.
Ben grunts, furrowing his brows. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Frenchie and Kimiko share a look.
“Well- uh- there’s- there’s another supe that was… a part of your team?” Hughie adds with a calm and slow tone, as if he’s talking down a child throwing a tantrum.
“What do you mean? There wasn’t-” He pauses, thinking back to his time before the payback team was officially formed. “You’re lying.” He steps towards Hughie, causing Billy to stand before him.
“Watch yourself, mate.”
“Then his little fuck face mouth better start yapping.”
“Do you really not remember?” Hughie can’t help but ask.
“Does it look like I fucking know what you’re talking about?”
The non-supe jumps at his tone. “Okay, okay. Fair enough. Well,” he gulps, “before there was payback, you- you had a partner.”
“Oh shit,” Frenchie mutters. “The original woman.”
Hughie closes his eyes, slightly shaking his head at his buddy’s poor choice of words. “I wouldn’t use those words exactly but yes.” He turns back to Ben. “She was basically Wonder Woman before Wonder Woman but… cooler. She-”
“She didn’t play by anyone’s rules, much less Voughts.”
Hughie nods, “ex- exactly. You remember her don’t you?”
“Those little dick pricks.” He growls under his breath, taking another hit of his joint. “Fucking erased my memories.”
Billy brows rise to his forehead, “you mean to tell me those dickheads can erase our minds now?”
Ben huffs, “only those who can beat them. Where is she?”
“Uh- see that’s- that’s the thing. We- uh- we don’t know exactly.”
He narrows his eyes at the young man, knowing if he had laser vision, he’d use it.
“They put her away before you rose to fame, which is why her name isn’t familiar.”
-
He enters the bathroom and slams the door shut, causing the walls to shake, almost simulating an earthquake.
He stares into the mirror, reminiscing of a younger him, not that he’s aged but he’s battling an internal battle.
How could he have forgotten you?
Why did they take you away?
Why didn’t he realize it sooner?
He pulls his fist back and listens to the blood rushing through his hand as the glass shatters, falling into the sink, on the counter and to the floor.
He opens the door, pretending like nothing happened. “Alright, how do we find someone who’s been hidden?”
“I have an idea,” Annie adds.
“What’s the plan?” MM asks.
“And no explosions,” Billy adds, glaring at Ben.
“I’m not a fucking kid who needs to be told what to do.”
-
You moan in pain, the container gets colder.
Everything hurts.
You want to give up.
-
He slows down his pace, his body feels colder. He glances down, seeing nothing happening.
His expression hardens, he knows it’s you.
Those fuckers- he should have killed them when he had the chance.
He can tell by the way his heart hurts, it's you but the not remembering hurts him, but why does it hurt so much?
He can’t imagine the magnitude of your relationship having this much of an affect on him.
Fuck, why can't he remember?
-
You want to scream but it’s hard when the mask is snapped in place.
You hate them, hate Vought, hate what they made you.
-
He can’t help but ignore everyone’s wishes to quiet down as he kicks in the door.
His eyes scan around the room before stopping on your previous prison.
He turns, lowering his head; lips snarling at the sight of his precious girl in that damn ice box. “You fuckers have some unpaid debt, I’m here to collect.”
Kimiko pulls Hughie and Frenchie back, the heat already emanating off him before he could let it out.
The cries and plea’s to live and fear of dying do nothing, if anything it’s white noise.
-
More smoke enters your lungs, it’s harder to stay awake.
You don’t want to close your eyes but it’s been harder to hold your breath these last few months.
You don’t know how much longer you can hold on.
It’s like ice crystals are forming in your veins.
-
He lifts his shield and stares down at the bloody mess of what used to be a man- or a woman- he doesn’t care. He straightens himself and takes careful, rushed steps towards you.
He listens for your heartbeat, needing to know if this is all just some sick and twisted lie or if the woman he’s dreaming about is really here.
He leans over and finds your cold face.
The difference between you and him, he got hotter (in more ways than-) and you, you’re cold to the touch and he hasn’t even opened it yet.
“Baby,” he mumbles, the nickname foreign and so familiar on his tongue; it makes him sick to his stomach. He slips his fingers under the handle and lifts it, not caring if he breathes it in too.
“Holy-”
“We came all this way for a dead body?” Billy grunts.
“She’s not fucking dead.”
“Oh my god, they- they preserved her like-”
“The perfect doll they made her.” Ben takes a deep breath, not wanting to blow up… and potentially hurt you.
He can hear the steady rhythm of your heartbeat and knows you’re under; he doesn’t care how long, he breaks apart the container with his gloved hands.
“Come on, sweetheart.” He lifts your limp figure out and tosses it over his shoulder, keeping his shield in his grasp in case he needs to defend you. “Come on, pansies. Let’s get a fucking move on.”
“Are we really just gonna wait around and see if she wakes up? What if she’s like him but even more violent?” Annie asks.
“She wouldn’t,” Ben hisses. He thought it was interesting that a non-supe was fucking a supe but then realized two annoying people make his head pound.
“If you’re too scared to stick around and find out who she is, then get the fuck out of my face before I mess up yours.”
Hughie pulls her out of the room before she could say anything.
-
Ben turns back to your cold figure. “I don’t care how long it is until you wake up, I’m not leaving your side,” he mutters under his breath.
-
You didn’t realize how long it had been since you moved a muscle until now.
Air fills your lungs, seeming like you can breathe for the first time.
You open your eyes to find the room engulfed in darkness. Your eyes take in the room, stopping on the sleeping figure in the chair near the bed.
When were beds so comfortable?
You push yourself off and take a step towards him, almost collapsing at the sensation in your legs.
You close your eyes and take a moment to process everything.
Your eyes snapping to the left, where noise comes from on the other side of the door.
You glance down at Ben and back to the door, you move away from him.
The hinges squeak and you don’t care if he hears or not, the sound of people talking worsens your headache.
You stand in the hallway, covering your eyes at the lights above.
They stop and stare at you, jaws dropping.
The asian female next to the scruffy man, signs to him, asking what to do.
You sign back and ask her to tell the others to quiet down, all the noise hurts your head.
She owlishly blinks, unsure if she saw what she did.
Frenchie sits there stunned, happy his girl could have someone to communicate with but sad he can’t understand fully what it was you said.
You turn and almost bump into him.
He glances at you, wondering what’s going on inside your head and where you learned sign language. “Sweet-” He groans, staring at the broken dry wall particles floating through the air.
“Oh for fucks sake,” Billy groans.
You glance over at him over your shoulder, the light reflecting off your eyes, causing a flicker of bright light to emanate off them.
He furrows his brows at the sight, sharing a look with MM and Annie.
Ben pushes himself off the ground and glances at you, wondering where the hell this strength has been. He takes a deep breath, wondering what’s going on in your head. “What the hell was that?”
So much for mystery.
You glare at him. “Don’t fucking look at me like that,” you tell him with a raspy voice.
He’s stunned, you weren’t one to curse, even when someone pissed you off so much.
“What the fuck happened?” You aim for him, holding him up by the collar of his shirt. “What the fuck happened to me?”
He glances down at you, ignoring the stares he gets from the others. “I need you to let me down, baby so I can explain everything.”
Your blood boils at his voice.
The memories of the tape recorder playing as you entered that stupid fucking room.
The beginning of the end.
He furrows his brows at the sight of your red, glowing eyes.
Had he been a non supe, he'd probably shit himself thinking you were gonna blow his head off.
You tighten your grip on his neck and slam his head into the wall before letting him fall under your hand.
You walk away before anything can happen to them.
-
You enter the room you found yourself in and talk deep breaths.
You overcame this before and you can do it again.
Ben grunts as he follows you, wondering what the hell just happened. He enters the room and holds his head. He groans, rubbing the palm of his hands into his eyes.
He raises his head in time to see steam radiating off you.
He reaches for you only for his hand to fall at his side as you race to the bathroom.
The door slams shut.
He listens to you, the heavy breathing and the way your hands shake as you try to calm down. “Sweetheart?” He knocks once. “Let me in and I can explain everything.
“No,” you groan.
The shower turns on, you sit in the tub.
He opens the door, knowing you didn't lock the door.
His eyes fall on your figure and walks in, turning off the water.
“Flamer?” He whispers, smiling at your flaming body.
“Soldier?” You stare at him with a wounded expression.
He reaches for your cheek and you pull away.
He reaches for you again. “How could they keep you from me?”
You close your eyes and lean your head into his hand.
You're hot to the touch but he doesn't care especially as he watches the fire die down, his hand no longer engulfed by your tender flames.
-
After much talking, he got you out of the bathroom and comfortable on the bed as he explained it all, more or less dancing around the reason they pulled him out of his prison.
“Does anybody want to explain why the fuck there's ash in the bathroom?” Billy asks.
“I'll pay you back once we're done.”
The man with a plan rolls his eyes.
#the boys#the boys tv#soldier boy#soldier boy imagine#soldier boy imagines#soldier boy fanfiction#soldier boy fanfic#soldier boy x reader#soldier boy x you#the boys imagine#the boys imagines#the boys fanfiction#the boys fanfic#the boys x reader#the boys x you#crazyk imagine
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hello!! since requests are open i'd love to request a ship for the boys <3
i'm a bi & ace jewish brazilian girl, currently in college in the us, majoring in theatre & minoring in translation (i want to be a musical theatre actress and/or playwright and/or translator). i'm 1.72m tall, have long brown hair that i've never dyed (i start thinking about it but chicken out), and no tattoos but very clear ideas of what i'd like to do if i ever got one. fluent in portuguese & english, currently learning french, and i have a life objective to become a polyglot (4+ languages!!).
i'm in love with theatre, literary analysis, linguistics, music, writing, and art in general — will absolutely ramble about anything i am interested in, and also might have strong opinions on stuff that maybe i didn't need to have a strong opinion on 💀 i can get a bit combative about that at times... i definitely take as my biggest skill, besides singing and acting which are quite literally my intended job, eloquence and just my way with words (toxic trait is believing i'd talk my way out of a murder fr fr). friends that know me more recently would even say i'm an extrovert because of that, but honestly i am a pile of nerves of an introvert with social anxiety that simply loves yapping and putting on a show. most notable quirk/habit might be how precise i always am with finding the right words because i simply cannot leave an opening for misinterpretation (and that's on anxiety and a suspicion of undiagnosed adhd oops); that might lead me to be a bit picky (for the lack of a better word), specific, and/or literal with the words other people use as well.
other tidbits: i can't cook for shit, i love cats (i have a rescue named lily) but also like dogs a lot, i love kids and have been told i'm good with them. i'm crazy lucky for some reason and i love crime comedy movies. i'm almost always writing or thinking about writing but i can't ever finish a project (and you may have realized now i write too much). i love arts & crafts & other manual activities, i do knot friendship bracelets to de-stress. my default hangout with anyone ever is grabbing coffee. i'm also pretty proud of my music taste — from alt rock to 20s-40s music, love curating the vibes and i'm a bit of a playlist freak. also i would 100% show brazilian music (mostly rock and mpb, brazilian popular music) to whoever i'm paired with 💥🇧🇷
hope this was good to write with and not too much oops 💀 and thank you so much in advance!! <3
A/n- Hello, and thank you for requesting! I'm so excited to write for a fellow theatre/language nerd! I wish you luck in school, and with your goals of writing and learning more languages. All of that is super impressive! Lots of love to you (and your cat omg give Lily plenty of hugs)
I'm pretty sure this is the first matchup I've ever done, so I hope you enjoy!
I ship you with...
Kimiko!
Your affinity with language and theatrics is what initially caught Kimiko's attention! With how much she appreciates art and music, your singing and acting is such an inspiration for her to express herself.
In the beginning, Kimiko had been incredibly cautious and closed off. When Butcher or M.M would talk shit, you and Frenchie would be the first ones to her defense. Your combative nature is inspiring to Kimiko- she loves how opinionated you are, and how willing you are to stand up for what you believe in.
I’d say one of the first things that got the two of you to bond is making friendship bracelets together. It started out with Kimiko watching you de-stress after a particularly rough encounter with a Supe. The repetitive motion seemed to steady your shaking hands, and Kimiko couldn’t help but wonder if making bracelets with you would help with her own stress and anxiety- after that, it's history
Kimiko's mutism definitely doesn't stop her from joining in the conversation. She began teaching you sign language not long after Frenchie. He would help give you additional lessons/practice.
I would imagine you pick up on Kimiko's SL pretty quickly, given your proficiency with language, but even if it took you a while, Kimiko just appreciates the effort and compassion, not to mention how clear and precise you are with your wording- A refreshing change to The Boys never really saying what they mean.
Your shy nature makes Kimiko pretty protective of you. Even knowing how combative you can be, Kimiko prefers to back you up, no matter what. Every time you say something, Kimiko signs either agreeing with you or emphasizing your point.
I think Kimiko would ask you to dance and sing with/for her all the time. She loves the variety of music you listen to, and can't get enough of your voice. Teach her some new dance moves and she'll be so happy
Dates between the two of you either consist of staying in and watching movies or going to get a quick coffee (you two have snuck out with Frenchie on more than one occasion, to M. M.'s dismay)
Bonus Ship- Frenchie!
It was honestly a tough tossup between Frenchie and Kimiko so I thought I'd add Frenchie in as a bonus, I hope that's alright
Obviously he'd love how passionate and skilled you are when it comes to language- absolutely helps teach you French.
Like Kimiko, Frenchie loves how artistically inclined you are. He'll join in singing and dancing with you, all in good fun. He's probably high as a Kite, so you can expect him to be a bit unsteady on his feet, but the enthusiasm is there
You're gonna get this dude hooked on Brazilian music. His taste is so varied that I think he'd have a great time being introduced to all of your music- even if he doesn't love it, he appreciates you sharing part of your life with him
Frenchie is more than happy to cook for you and teach you if you're interested- but mainly enjoys being able to take care of you, even if its something as small as making you breakfast
Bonus! You and Frenchie/Kimiko more than likely bring at least one stray cat back to the hideout- and no one is allowed to say shit about it or Kimiko breaks their arms
#the boys#the boys x reader#matchups#ship request#the boys ship#The boys matchup#writings.onthe.wall#really hope this turned out okay#kimiko x reader#kimiko the boys#the boys frenchie#frenchie x reader
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yk what I actually disagree with this, there's nothing to do with them right now because for a bit they were actually happy. we're seeing the cycle of substance abuse with Frenchie in order to cope with what he's done now that he can see fully how wrong it is and how it's weighing on him.
then with kimiko we're seeing her go the same, she's tying up the past so she can move on the same exact thing with Hughie. this seasons about reconciling with the past we see that through everyone. I think their setting up something really big with Frenchie and kimiko with everything we saw in episode three. it think it just feels awkward because it's so sudden and deep without any real lean In like with kimiko losing her powers, she was already disillusioned with having powers and being part of the boys before hand but with meeting with someone from her past it was a cold open.
I think they just packed to much into the first three episodes trying to catch us up. also with Annie and firecracker I think it fits pretty good, granted it's kind of a cheap motivation but its to show just how human Annie really is which is something I feel she's lost since the first season she makes mistakes to but she's forgotten that but now she's gotten to a breaking point where she's realizing her limits. plus it fits with the theme of reconciliation which also fits with Annie because she's really tried to move on but it keeps catching up to her like with Alex.
I feel like the writers have had no clue what to do with Frenchie, Kimiko and MM since like midway through S3 because they were too busy hyping up Soldier Boy.
honestly, yeah. MM’s beef with soldier boy fell pretty terribly flat, and the echoes of that are haunting his narrative now.
some spoiler thoughts.
the scenes with Kimiko and Frenchie were horribly repetitive this season. just constant back and forth rehashes without either of them getting to what’s actually going on, which left me really frustrated. they’re platonic soulmates! why are we treating them like this all of a sudden? it really feels like putting all their development in a dumpster just so they can separate them.
the conflict this season (aside from what’s going on with A-train, Homelander, Ryan and Butcher) feels extremely contrived and very aside from the actual plot of the show. splitting Annie’s drama between the starlight house and firecracker really did nothing for it, imo. i actually loved the moment between Hughie and Victoria (even if it felt a little retconny. we knew they were work buddies, but family?) and i would have liked to see Hughie make more of an attempt to dig into that. especially considering the precarious position she’s in right now. she’s alienated from EVERYONE she cares about. c’mon!!!!
anyways! again, I’m really not wanting to be overly negative about the season before it’s done. i’m going to write my silly little stories and cherry pick all the things I am enjoying. just seeing the fandom take in a big breath of life and have new content to engage with and inspire us has really lifted my spirits!
#I love to yap sorry#but I do see how it feels repetitive between Frenchie and kimiko#kinda sad they aren't closer#but they are dealing with their own shit#also love you Magdalena
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hello!! saw ships were open for the boys so i wanted to ask :)) atm ok with any character but the deep, homelander, and stormfront
i'm a bi & ace jewish brazilian girl, currently in college majoring in theatre & minoring in translation (i want to be a musical theatre actress and/or translator and/or writer). fluent in portuguese & english, currently learning french, and i have a life objective to become a polyglot (4+ languages!!). in love with theatre, literary analysis, linguistics, music, writing, and art in general — will absolutely ramble about anything i am interested in, and also might have strong opinions on stuff that maybe i didn't need to have a strong opinion on 💀 i can get a bit combative about that at times... i definitely take as my biggest skill, besides singing and acting which are quite literally my intended job, eloquence and just my way with words (toxic trait is believing i'd talk my way out of a murder fr fr). friends that know me more recently would even say i'm an extrovert because of that, but honestly i am a pile of nerves of an introvert with social anxiety that simply loves yapping and putting on a show. most notable quirk/habit might be how precise i always am with finding the right words because i simply cannot leave an opening for misinterpretation (and that's on anxiety and a suspicion of undiagnosed adhd oops); that might lead me to be a bit picky (for the lack of a better word), specific, and/or literal with the words other people use as well. also very proud of my music taste — from alt rock to 20s-40s music, i have so many vibes and i'm a bit of a playlist freak. also would 100% show brazilian music to whoever i'm paired with 💥🇧🇷
hope that's enough, thanks in advance <3
Hi my love! I ship you with: Kimiko!!! She loves how opinionated you are. It doesn't really matter what you're talking about, or if you feel like you should really have an opinion on the topic at all, she adores listening to the way your mind works. She finds your voice incredibly soothing whether you're talking or singing. She especially loves listening to you talk in all the languages you know, though she's got a soft spot for your Portuguese. She could listen to you go on and on and she does. She tries to teach herself a little at a time as a means of surprising you, writing down phrases she's learned, looking at you with this embarrassed grin on her face. You love her strength. Aside from her Supe abilities, Kimiko is one of the strongest people you know and you remind her of that every chance you get. She's been through a lot and came out kinder, sweeter, . It's impossible to think anyone would want to hurt her the way she's been hurt. She plays it off like it's nothing, but you know better than that. Your relationship is natural. Because of how particular you are with your words, Kimiko knows exactly what you want and how you feel about her. It isn't complicated like other relationships. There are no second guesses or doubts. When you need to talk, to work through something, that's exactly what you do. You and Kimiko become inseparable. Everyone knows you're a thing before you even tell them. The signs are obvious. They had a bet going for how long you'd try to keep it a secret. M.M. won. It's just easy being with her. It's simple. There is no drama aside from what you do for work and you know, no matter what, you'll get through it together. Your first date is kinda a non-date at first, but quickly turns into a date. You were listening to music at your desk when Kimiko comes in, asking what you were listening to. Because of how proud of your music taste you are, you're more than happy to share! Sometimes you'll switch off and she'll show you a song or two she recently found. Most of it comes from the rest of The Boys and their taste in music, they're a major influence for her. You two spend hours together, listening and talking and getting to know one another better. It's never an official date, though you both come to an understanding that's when you caught feelings for one another. Relationship Headcanon: You love learning Kimikos sign language. You pick up on it faster than anyone has before and you're almost fluent. Sometimes you mix up signs and that makes her smile, but for the most part you're a natural. She never doubted your abilities when it comes to languages. You love having your very own language together. It brings you closer of course, but it's also another way to show your love.
I really hope you like it!!! Xoxoxo💜💜💜
Wanna request a ship?
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New obsession just dropped
#i can be silly at times so yea#veera's gonna make an announcement#Kimiko's Crappy memes#Kimiko yaps#dandys world#dandy's world roblox#rodger#dandys world toodles
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kimiko i have become a Huge Sap and it is All Your Fault.. you make me wish i could directly like your reblogs and comments on this wretched app. anyways the point is i love seeing you in my notifications you should have seen my excitement when i woke up this morning to read ur tags… insanity.. i owe you everything.. so #appreciative and #grateful because ur such an amazing writer and the nice words mean a lot coming from u!!!!! also don’t feel the need to respond to or post this or anything if you dont want to ik this is just me yapping in ur inbox
erm ok let me shut my corny ass up and go back into hiding bye ily whatveer xoxo xx
oh my god bec... bec my beloved... i love both U AND UR GORGEOUS WRITINGS.. ur beach series is changing me OMFG ur writing is just so pretty and gorgeous and reading it gives me SO MUCH SEROTONIN. im just the way u write makes them seem so real n so human outside of the whole Volleyball thing and AUUGHHGHGH so domestic omg
u will always hold a special place in my heart as my first hq mootie and friend on here<3 and ur writing deserves every single piece of praise out there!!!
if u havent read becs works.. what are u doing? go now !! go now !! RUN !!
#bec my BELOVED#oikawa showing up at my door after i post this#oikawa showng up at my door with a KNIFE#oh my god guys im postng this from nder my bed guys i have to be relaly quiet oikiawa is here#ANYWAYS PLS PLS PLS CHECK OUT BECS WORKS IF U HAVENT#they are an absolute TREAT to read
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kimiko loves people who let her yap but also people who yap to her
#❪ if i loved you less i might be able to talk about it more ❫ / ooc.#she loves being listened to! but she also loves listening to other people and taking yapping turns if you will
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a yap about my oc. she is besties w kimiko and frenchie and she kind of hangs around everyone tbh. she’s a really cool assassin though and acts as a get away driver some times. that’s it 😭😭 ( sorry about this 😔😔 )
I can so envision all of them together?? especially her and kimiko. their hair colors and overall palettes just seem to contradict each other in such an interesting way!! like you know friends who have like polar opposite aesthetics? that's how I see those two !!
don't apologize for this, I would love to get asks about literally any of your ocs. yap away about them 🫶🏻
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I HAVE BEEN THINKING THIS FOR HOURS.
Like I ship Frenchie and Kimiko. I think they would be cute together. But as far as the Canon narrative....It doesn't feel good to me at this point. Storyline wise, This season focused a lot on Frenchie and Kimiko coming to terms with their pasts. It's about forgiving themselves for the things they've done.
But both of those storylines feel unfinished? Imma rewatch S4 to better understand them after I let it all rest in my brain a bit longer. But it feels like Frenchie and Kimiko had their own shit going on, but that was dropped to focus on them reconnecting. It feels like a sudden plot shift in my eyes.
I can also go on for HOURS about how introducing Collin changed how I view this ship. And to be clear, I don't like Collin/Frenchie as it is now. Collin came in too late in the game and should have been dating Frenchie since S2 or the end of S1. But Imma Yap about that later
*The Issue with The Boys S4 Finale*
Kimiko and Frenchie shouldn't be a romantic relationship.
I adore their friendship so much and I can make excuses here about wanting representation of healthy emotional and bottom-line platonic relationships in media [because 9/10x the two besties of different sex end up in love] but really it's just because I don't want them together.
I think it's not "them" if that makes sense. They are platonic soulmates, and if I could change one thing from the ending of S4, it would be their romantic arc. And quite frankly, I think Kimiko screaming for Frenchie being kidnapped would've hit me harder [which is saying heaps because I just about cried and screamed].
In terms of representation, it would have been a great example of how love comes in many different forms. Showing how the love of true friends can be as deep and consuming as romantic or family bonds. Coming from someone who doesn't experience romantic attraction, I want to see more of that in media, personally.
This is an imo post.
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Locked in and draw my hot husband wearing Alpha Sleeper
#i can be silly at times so yea#veera's gonna make an announcement#seaveera sketches#artists on tumblr#Centaurworld#Kimiko yaps#Kimiko Splats#nowhere king#elktaur#dandys world#dandy's world#dandy's world fanart#roblox
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