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[hughiecampbelle]

Imagine being Hughies older sibling whose a doctor and Butcher instantly liking you:

Requested: anon

"Get out of my way."

Butcher had never been talked to like that before. Immediately, he liked you. He took a step back, giving you your space. The wound wasn't bad, but it didn't mean you were happy about it. The stitches were done quickly, messily, and your brother would probably have a scar, but he was alert, his breathing was normal, he was even making jokes. "Don't you ever do this to me again." You say, your words hostile, but your tone petrified. You were scared out of your mind, covered in Hughies blood. You were used to blood. You worked with blood. But when it was seeping into your couch, your clothes, hemorrhaging from your brother, it left you rattled. They didn't know where else to go, though. Hughie told them your address and they followed instructions. He knew going to the hospital was out of the question, they'd ask too many questions none of them could answer. So, you were the next best option.

"Promise, it won't happen again." He smiles. The painkillers you gave him were finally setting in. You placed your hand against his forehead, wiping off the blood. You and Hughie were always close growing up. You took care of him, he was your baby brother after all. You and him and your father were all you had. They supported you when you went through medical school and your father couldn't have been prouder of your career. As soon as you got your white coat your father changed your contact name to Dr. Campbell. After Robin was killed, you sort of became estranged. He disappeared more often, took longer to text back, rarely returned your phone calls. Then, a few months ago, he appeared out of the blue and told you everything. He couldn't keep it a secret anymore. The guilt was eating him alive. He didn't want to hurt you anymore, it was bad enough he was keeping it from Dad. So, you listened. No judgement, or yelling, just listening. You never thought it would lead to this, though.

"You," You say, turning your attention towards Butcher. "If you ever put his life in danger again, I will personally perform an autopsy on you while you're still alive. Got it?" You weren't like Hughie. You were bossy, and sarcastic, and crude. You didn't put up with any bullshit and you wouldn't let anyone get away with it, either, especially not Butcher. The last time you met, weeks ago, Hughie came to warn you, tell you about what was going to happen, that you might need to leave for a little while for your own safety. You refused. Butcher tried talking to you, but you were only interested in what Hughie had to say. You didn't like the looks of Butcher. Now, you actually had a reason not to. But he liked you. You were smart, you had an attitude, and you weren't afraid of him. He wanted to talk to you, to show his interest, but it was never the right time. Especially not now.

"Understood."

[hughiecampbelle]

I wanted to thank you properly!!! Omg I can put into words how much I love this!!! I literally had to take breaks, I was so overwhelmed 😂 Frenchie was my very first The Boys crush and he is still one of my all time faves especially in s4!!! Us watching horror movies together is a dream!!! And listening to me talk about them??? I wish that upon no one lol! I get waaay too into it!!! Also him facing his fears about the ocean!!! It's my one true love 🌊 Kimiko loving Pet Sematary is so sweet bc 1.) It's my favorite Stephen King novel and 2.) It was my most recent tattoo that I got the very famous line "Sometimes dead is better" :D Starting a book club with Hughie is a dream!!! Also Frenchie buying me a book?? Omg I would pass away!!! He loves me freckles - sobbing! Thank you so much!!! I absolutely adore this!!! It couldn't be anymore perfect!! Xoxoxo💜💙💜💙💜💙

I hope you feel better soon! 💙 Thank you for all that you do for the fandom! I especially love your headcanons!

Would it be alright to request a The Boys ship? I'm a bi girl with blue hair, blue eyes, freckles, and im covered in tattoos. I love reading and writing (like so much lol), I bake, swim and listen to all genres of music (and sing along horribly!). I'm in school studying to be an English teacher and I'd love to be a writer on the side. I'm really shy and quiet, I try to be as kind as possible, though I come off sarcastic/use sarcasm as flirting. I try to be as optimistic as possible too. I adore horror movies and carry at least two books with me wherever I go. I could go on forever about my favorites. The beach is my happy place and I hope to move closer to the ocean after I graduate! My favorite colors are blue and yellow and green. I love studying languages and am trying to learn as many as possible (I speak three and im studying two more). I live for poetry tho I am awful as writing it. I'm a Ravenclaw and my intelligence is really important to me :) I love learning so much, I have such a great passion for it!

Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! 💙 Again I hope you feel better soon!!!

Blue heart anon! I totally forgot to mention I would like to be shipped with a guy from The Boys. My apologies! So sorry about that! 💙

Thank you so, so much for the kind words and well wishes! This brought a smile to my face, and you seem like an absolute sweetheart. Also... we have a lot in common, so DM me if you'd ever want to be mutuals (hope that's not weird). I hope you like this and thank you for the request!

I ship you with...

Frenchie ♡

Boyfriend

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You and Frenchie meet in line at the Jitter Bean near the hideout. He strikes a conversation with you because you seem interesting — the guy loves tattoos, both for the artistry and what people usually do to get them, and when he spots a book in your bag, he gets pretty curious.

After you both order your coffee and head over to the pick-up counter (bro's not going to slow down the line), he starts a conversation with you, asking you about the meaning of one of your tattoos.

Through that, you two have a pretty good conversation, where he's able to glean what books you like and dislike. From that, he very smoothly asks if you'd like to go out to a nearby secondhand bookstore around the corner once the weekend swings by.

After that, he gets your number — he typically has a policy of "ask for date first, then number" — and then takes you on a date to the secondhand bookstore. Through that, you learn about each other's tastes, and he falls even harder, especially because of your taste in poetry. He's mostly a Neruda, Mistral, and Huidobro guy, and whether you share the same tastes, he'll love getting to know your style.

He'll sneak-buy you a book (as well as paying for anything you choose, because he's a gentleman), and throughout the talking stage and dates, would surprise you with books you like or have mentioned getting.

Frenchie likes horror, but is pretty limited in his tastes; mostly, he likes the old-school stuff (he's a huge fan of Alfred Hitchcock's more suspenseful work, even if it's not up to today's horror standards) so he gets a far more expansive

While the dude would be shell-shocked at first, because even if he's seen his fair share of violence IRL, seeing it on the screen would be a lot (like, people do this for fun?)... he'd start to really, really love it, especially because you're able to explain what makes you passionate about it and any plot points/motifs/etc. he missed.

But... he'd grow to love it. He'd definitely become one of those people who shout "you're an idiot, don't go in there/do that!" in any films you watch (in a French accent, of course).

Absolutely adores your sense of humor, especially because it allows him to banter, and the guy loves banter.

After six or more dates, he'd ask you to be official upfront, likely over a meal cooked by him and a well-worded talk about how much he values you, your kindness, and your intelligence in his life. And, when you say yes?

Expect queen treatment.

He's a very physical person, so he'll always have an arm around you or a hand in yours, as long as you're comfortable with it.

Loves, loves, loves your freckles, calling them "petites constellations" and kissing them, no matter how cheesy it is.

Loves picking up things for you that remind him of you, whether big or small, particularly seashells that they sell at those hippie nature stores (he goes to them to stock up on incense) and, as mentioned, books.

I'll be honest: Frenchie is actually really, really scared of the ocean (I mentioned this in another ship, but it's because the expansiveness freaks him out), but he'd try his best to get over it — or at least reduce it — for you. On special occasions, he'd take you to the NYC beaches, and while... a bit awkward... he'd put on ocean documentaries and the like since you're a very intellectual person.

Is insanely into you learning other languages, and would love to sit by your side when you learn them. Also would 100% encourage you to learn French, even if you only learned a couple phrases.

And, on that note: does not care if you sing songs "badly", the guy thinks it's the cutest, most beautiful thing ever. If there are any

Frenchie doesn't have any tattoos due to not really having the time to get them, and would very curiously ask you about yours. He loves how they look, and based on your advice on the best tattoo shops, would get one as long as you were by his side.

Also mentioned in a lot of ships and also his dating HCs is his complete openness about The Boys. He'd introduce you to them once you became official and bring you around as much as he could, as long as it didn't put you in any danger.

That brings us to...

The Boys ☻

Friends

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Kimiko loves you (and I was really, really close to shipping y'all until I got the second message). She thinks you are the sweetest person, and, like Frenchie, digs that you know multiple other languages.

She's not that judgmental of a person, IMO, and would teach you as many signs as she could, and wordlessly, kindly adjust anything you did wrong.

Kimiko doesn't have much interest in horror movies, mainly because she's seen enough of it herself, but really, really loves novels, and horror novels in particular. She'd seek out a lot of recommendations in you and recommend you some herself; she's a big fan of Stephen King, particularly Pet Sematary.

And, unlike Frenchie? The woman loves the ocean, and would 100% go there with you as much as she could to have picnics with you.

Butcher loves you (platonically), particularly because of your sense of humor. He really enjoys people who are sarcastic and hardworking — it's how he and M.M. bonded in the first place, even though they have disagreements now that both have started pretty different lives — and loves to banter with you.

And, like Kimiko, will seek recommendations from you (except for movies, not books)... and, when you give them to him, he will turn them off, and wonder what on Earth is going on in your brain.

While the man faces a lot of horrors IRL, they are real, and not... that... so he'd definitely be confused, but would have a lot of respect for you, because... what the fuck. Not a lot of people can make him think that, at least in a "they're a good person, but what did I just get myself into" way, opposed to "they're a bad person, and what did I just get myself into". Butcher likes that. When you're dealing with Homelander, that is refreshing.

He wouldn't ask you to hang out outside when you visit The Boys, but if you ever stayed over while Frenchie was working on a recipe, he'd go out of his way to talk to you.

Annie struggles a lot with writing — she's well-spoken, but not well-worded, if that makes sense — so she'd start talking to you more intentionally once she became in charge of the Starlight Foundation. Of course, she would introduce herself to you upfront, but she's a busy woman, and wouldn't have a lot of time to talk to you one-on-one.

Through that, you two would become close. Both platonically and romantically (purely platonic for you), she has a thing for artsy types, and would think you're the most genuine, sweet person ever. Like Kimiko, she'd make a constant effort to hang out with you, mostly at coffee shops or, during late nights, at the Starlight Foundation, where she'd order takeout on her just to talk.

She really clicks with her sense of humor, particularly because she can sense the vibe of you being a sweet personat heart, and would also be another to banter with you.

(And, on one night where she had a bit too much to drink, even as a Midwesterner, would confide in you her fears about going to college and seek advice. She'd apologize to you the day after, but feel proud that the woman confided something to you that she had't even confided in Hughie).

Hughie would have more free-time with you, and would like you a lot (especially with Annie talking you up, which she does 24/7 — that woman would die for you). Unlike the others, while Hughie would respect your interests, he's terrified of horror (he caught a glimpse of "Alien: Resurrection" when he was young and it really, really scared him, to the point he can't engage in horror-SciFi, or even horror in general) so he wouldn't engage... but he would love to hear your recommendations for books, and would essentially start a "The Boys Book Club" with you.

He's really, really not a reader, but he wants to be, and he'll take your advice like Jesus'.

M.M. would start out pretty reserved, but would open up to you a lot more the more you swung around, mainly because he needs familiarity before he really opens up, but would become a friend after a good month or two.

He wouldn't be as close of a friend as Kimiko or Annie, but he'd be a friend, for sure. He really, really loves your kind nature — it's a refreshing change of pace in "The Boys" Universe — and, as a huge reader, would love to hear your taste in books and any recommendations.

M.M. is also an extremely well-regarded and popular user on Goodreads, so if you have it, he would follow you, promote you, and constantly interact with your posts.

All in all: Frenchie loves you, and so do the rest of The Boys. Keep being you.

[hughiecampbelle]

Imagine being the only teammate Soldier Boy doesn't want to kill:

"You don't want to go after y/n?"

"They had nothing to do with it." Ben shrugs, taking another sip of his drink. Hughie couldn't imagine a good enough reason. He'd killed Crimson Countess, the woman he wanted to have children with. What could be so special about you? They'd all done their research about his old team. They weren't flashy and they definitely weren't doing well these days. Maybe except for Noir, but he didn't speak, he didn't have any emotions, he was Voughts puppet. He was Homelanders puppet. The twins became nobodies, Gunpowder was dead, Mindstorm was a mystery, and Countess had been singing about apes. Every one of them had had trouble moving on from the spotlight. Every one of them except you. You'd moved on, shed the suit for a typical small town life. You seemed happy. When Ben had read the stories about you, how you learned to live your life on your own, he had smiled. He was glad you got out. You deserved it.

"How do you know?" Hughie asks. What they had found about you was limited, but there were plenty of rumors about an ongoing relationship between you and Ben behind the scenes. Whenever you were spotted together without your team, headlines spoke about a forbidden love. While neither of you ever accepted it, you never denied it either. Even now, you only spoke lovingly about Ben. You brought flowers to his statue once a year and lit candles. You truly had mourned him. You were still mourning him. As far as Hughie could see, it was real genuine emotions. They had yet to talk to you. Ben forbid them. He didn't want to disrupt your life. He was adamant that you knew nothing about what happened to him. You were knocked out with Mallory when the team came for him.

"Because they're the only person who ever cared about me."

[hughiecampbelle]

Imagine The Boys reactions when they see you use your powers for the first time:

"Jesus christ!"

"I told you it would be bad." M.M. said. He was the only one who didn't flinch. Hughie thought he was going to be sick. Even if the cameras were a little grainy, they could clearly see the way you tore people apart. You didn't even have to touch them. The second you looked at them, their body started falling apart. Skin melting. Muscles tearing. Organs pooling out from their wounds, falling to the floor is a gooey, wet mass. Their blood didn't just pump or pool, it fell in sheets, drenching the floors. One by one, everyone in the room began to die. They screamed and cried and tried to hold themselves together, but you were too strong. You weren't even breaking a sweat. They couldn't believe you could do this and you'd kept it hidden for so long.

"Y/n told you they could do this?" They all turn to M.M. You weren't proud of being a Supe. As soon as you were old enough to be aware of your powers, you knew it wasn't good. Your family was scared of you. They sent you away. You grew up around others Supes who'd been deemed too dangerous to he around others. You tricked the staff into believing you were completely "rehabilitated", whatever that meant. They let you our with no resources, no help, no identity or basic life skills. You made sure anyone you came into contact with didn't know what you could do. Not until you trusted them. Marvin was the first person you trusted. He told you he would never judge you or be scared of you. He kept that promise. Even as the bodies disintegrated before you, all he could do was focus on you. You weren't scared, you seemed relieved, like you'd been holding yourself together for so long, you could finally let go. You were reluctant to show The Boys. Marvin assured you none of them would treat you or see you differently.

"They warned me before they went in."

[hughiecampbelle]

Imagine Butcher trying to protect you from Homelander, who takes a special interest in you:

"Y/n-"

"Nothing happened!" You didn't mean to yell like that. Everyone turned towards you and Butcher. Some, like M.M. and Kimiko watched with pity. Others, Hughie and Annie, with understanding. It was only a few minutes, that was all. Trapped in an elevator with Homelander. If it were anyone else, they would have been dead. But you weren't just anyone. Your ear piece lost it's connection, the signal, and he was smart enough to destroy the cameras. A few minutes, that was all. It was nothing. He let you leave just like that. The Boys couldn't believe it. They thought you were a goner. Instead you walked right out. Supposedly unharmed. No one bought it. You wouldn't talk about it. You wouldn't mention it. Everyone tried, in their own way, to get you to talk. Butcher was their last resort. He wasn't exactly the most gentle. Still, he needed to know what happened.

"Doesn't sound like it." It was a kiss, that was all. He touched you and kissed you and when it was over, he laughed. Made a promise to see you again sometime soon. You froze and he was too strong and you froze. You felt like an idiot. You could have pushed him off or screamed, you could have done something. And now he was waiting for you. Butcher doesn't want to badger you, he doesn't like interrogating you like this, but if Homelander tried something he has to know. He has to know so he can punish him accordingly. This obsession he had with you was dangerous. He was a monster, a psychopath, and now there was a target on your back. You couldn't ignore that. None of them could.

"I'm done talking about this."

[hughiecampbelle]

SCEAMING CRYING I LOVE HIM!!! He's so silly lol omg my love this ship is so lovely!!!! Thank you for letting me submit it!!! THANK YOU!!!! Everyone in my life finds my sarcasm annoying lol so that fact that he'd like it warms my heart!!!! The height difference is atrocious ik 😂 Need a step stool just look him in the eyes!!! THE LOVE POEM 😭 My heart could not be able to take it!!!! This is beyong cute I can't handle it!!!! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!! Xoxoxo❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🩷

Thank you for letting me submit a The Boys ship request!!!! 🧡💙💛🧡💙💛🧡💙💛

My name is Enna and I'm a bi girl with blue/pink/purple hair, blue eyes, freckles, and 4'11" lol. INFJ. I'm covered in tattoos and I hope to get many more!!! I love reading and writing (like so much lol), I bake, swim and listen to all genres of music especially indie (and sing along horribly!). I'm in school studying to be an English teacher and I'd love to be a writer on the side. I'm really shy and quiet, I try to be as kind as possible. I use sarcasm and teasing as flirting lol. I try to be as optimistic as possible too. I adore horror movies and carry at least two books with me wherever I go. I love horror and dystopians the most! And classic Russian lit though everything catches my attention! I could go on forever about my favorite books. The beach is my happy place and I hope to move closer to the ocean after I graduate!! I love studying languages and am trying to learn as many as possible. I live for poetry tho I am awful as writing it. I get so sappy about poetry and nerd out about words/meanings/metaphors it's very embarrassing!!! I'm a Ravenclaw and my intelligence is really important to me :) I love learning so much, I have such a great passion for it!!!

Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! 🧡💙💛

A/n- Howdy! I just wanted to say I love your blog so much, and I’m so excited and honored to do a matchup for you! I also really love dystopian novels- if you have any recs could you slide em my way? Dude, I am also hoping to move closer to the ocean. For about 13-14 years I thought about being a marine biologist lol- going with a different career path now, but the passion for sea life and environmentalism is still there. Good luck with school- I bet you’d be one of those really fun and kind English teachers <3

Hope you enjoy!

I ship you with…

Hughie!

First and foremost- Hughie deeply values your optimism and kindness- something he feels (and sees) there isn’t enough of in the world. It sounds like the two of you have very similar core values, and it’s very validating for him, especially being in a group where those traits are not always taken seriously.

Your gentleness and earnestness are a blessing in the rutheless, dog-eat-dog world Hughie is unfortunately growing more accustomed to. He looks to you for comfort and security when things with the Boys get particularly gruesome.

The playful teasing as flirting? Hughie is down bad. Canonically, we’ve seen that he enjoys someone he can joke around with, tease and be teased by, and confide in- I think you match that description perfectly. Your sarcasm always makes Hughie laugh, especially after a hard day with the Boys.

The height difference between the two of you definitely helps Hughie feel a bit more confident. It’s the feeling of being able to protect and care for you that he really appreciates.

As a fellow nerd, Hughie is happy to listen to you ramble about your favorite books and movies! Just expect him to also begin infodumping/rambling at some point.

Hughie definitely writes a few drafts of a love-poem after he learns about your love of poetry. Once he’s done, he keeps the final draft with him wherever he goes, waiting until he’s ready to finally give it to you

[hughiecampbelle]

Imagine being Soldier Boys younger sibling: Pt. 1

Requested: anon / Pt. 2

"Soldier Boy."

"Y/n?" His voice breaks. Ben doesn't know what happened or how long it's been, but he does know, the last time he was awake, lucid, you were trying to escape. You were running, escaping, and then there was the gas. That stupid fucking Novichok gas. Did you get away? Did you break free? He looked past the array of strange faces, searching for your familiar features. "Y/n?" He says again. Your name sounds familiar. Hughie remembers reading it somewhere during his research. Were you a friend? A lover? And then it clicked. You were his baby, the only person he was willing to share the limelight with. Supposedly, everyone on the team hated you and Ben together. You were the most famous Supe sibling duo, the first, and that made everyone else jealous. You two partied together and got into trouble and, as far as The Boys knew, were sold off to the Russians together, too. After that, your trail goes cold. Did you escape? Did they kill you? No one in the room knew.

"What? You mean-"

"Y/n!" He yells, disoriented, stepping out of his chamber. He searched the room, but everything was different. Everything changed. Who were these people? What did they do to you? Ben had spent years listening to your cries, your pleas, your begging. One minute you were on top of the world together. You were the best, the most powerful, the most famous. You could have anyone and anything you ever wanted. And then, suddenly, you were lab rats. You were being experimented on. You were forced to suffer through tests and surgeries and all kinds of taunting. They laughed at you. They spat at you. They enjoyed doing what they did to you. If you escaped, where would you be now? Where would you have gone? What would have happened to you? "Where, where's y/n?" The look in his eyes crushes Hughie. He wanted his family, he wanted to make sure you were okay.

"We'll help you find them, okay?"

[hughiecampbelle]

The Boys Preference: Finding Out About Sexual Trauma

Requested: hello, I would like to start off my request with saying that I know that this subject if a little tiny bit iffy and it’s a bit specific and personal. I read your blog rules as i am new to your blog and tried to follow them as best as I could, but the general subject matter of my request my be a bit triggering so if you don’t want to write this I wholeheartedly understand and will continue to enjoy your other works.may I please request the boys (any characters, just some general headcannon stuffs) with a reader who has s/a trauma and has trust issues throughout the relationship because of it (thinking that people only want them for that reason)? whether they find out accidentally or not is up to you, I hope that you are having a good morning/day/afternoon/night! :) - anon

A/N: My love! Thank you for requesting! I am writing from my own experience, so apologies if not everything is universal!! I don't go into detail or write anything graphic, mostly generalized emotions, thoughts, etc. Please don't read if this could be triggering. I am always here if anyone wants to talk!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💕

Butcher is upset. Not because it changes how he sees you or feels about you, but because you really thought he was only interested in you for your body. Butcher is a pretty sexual person. He likes having sex, especially when it's with you. You've had to take a step back and figure out why he's with you. You fear he's only with you for sex. Butcher makes sure you know, from now on, he loves every part of you. You never told him about what happened, thinking it was in the past, but it's not, and that's okay. He doesn't pish you to share what happened, but he lets you know that if you want to tell him, you can. He definitely takes a look at his actions and change them so that you never feel this way again. It kills him to think of how long you must've assumed this before bringing the subject up to him. He never wants you to be scared to bring this up or any other issues. He talks more about the things he like and doesn't like, hoping it'll start the conversation so that you know you can always be open about disliking certain touches or acts while also saying what you do like. He wants to make sure you never feel like you have to hide something like that from him again. He wants to do better, be better, and he is. Slowly, but surely.

Hughie could tell something happened, but he never wanted to assume anything. You were so hesitant to go out with him, hesitant to call and text, afraid he'd want to do things you weren't able to at the time. When he asks if you're okay, you open up about what happened. You have to go slow, very slow, but you don't want him to have to wait for you. It's not fair. He smiles, telling you he would wait forever if he had to. He wants to be with you, that's all that matters. If your relationship is unconventional, so what? He never wants to put you in a position where you feel triggered, scared, or unsafe. He waits for you to make the first move/step, and he follows. When you feel ready to kiss him, he's more than excited. He's all for slow and steady. He's the first to come to your defense if Butcher or anyone else says something. You've never seen him so upset. Whatever you decide to share with him, he's grateful for. He never wants you to feel pressured to explain why certain touches, acts, features, etc. make you upset or angry or irritated or scared. Hughie communicates everything. In fact, he might even over communicate, though of course you know he means well. Nothing changes how he feels about you.

Annie is the first to open up about her experiences. She tells you about what happened with The Deep. She knows she told the whole world, but it's still a conversation she wanted to have with you now that you're together. In return, you tell her about your experience/s. She listens carefully and makes sure you know she understands. She assures you she would never, ever do anything like that and would make sure anything you do, everything ranging from hand holding and kisses on the cheek to all types of intercourse, are talked about beforehand. You both have certain boundaries you won't cross, and it's an open, ongoing conversation as to what you do and don't like, what feels most comfortable, etc. Neither of you thinks of the other any differently because of these boundaries. When you are triggered by certain words, gestures, people, etc. Annie is right by your side, talking you through it, making you know you're safe with her, you're safe now.

M.M. didn’t know, but he kinda put two and two together. You made it very clear in the beginning of your relationship that you'd have to go slow, building a new kind of trust from the ground up, going from friendship to partners. You jumped at the slightest touch, and he learned quickly to ask if you wanted a hug or to hold hands. When he realized something must have happened, he sat you down and explained you'd never have to tell him if you didn't want to, but he'd be more mindful from now on. He didn't want to assume anything, but you did confirm something happened, and you were still healing from it. After that, he was so much more careful and thoughtful with his actions. He never wanted you to feel judged or odd because of these changes to your relationship. You need a lot of reassurance that he isn't judging you, that he doesn't think of you any differently or mind being extra patient. He's never for a second thought of you or your relationship milestones as any different than past ones. You're still you, the person he loves. That's all that matters.

Frenchie suspected something might have happened. You fell apart when you had to go undercover with Kimiko in Russia. You couldn't bear the thought of someone even wanting to touch you like that, even if they'd end up dead afterward. He assures you you don't have to do it. It scares him a little. Not your reaction, but that fact that he wasn't paying attention beforehand. That's when you tell him what happened, why you can't let yourself be seen in that way, just for your body. Frenchie feels sick thinking you were put into this situation, forced to explain why when you might not have told me when you were ready. He doesn't tell why. He just says to Butcher, "Y/n's not doing it." Sensing something is wrong, Kimiko doubles down that she's got this handled alone. You voice your worries when you're home that he sees you differently. He doesn't. At all. He loves you. He loves you for you, not for your body or the kinds of pleasures you can share. Just you. He opens up about what happened with Little Nina, knowing you could understand. He doesn't do this as a way to turn attention towards him. Rather, it's to share so that you feel more comfortable opening up about your own experiences. He's more careful to show his affections, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable, and is far more committed to communication after your trip to Russia.

Kimiko sees red. She loves you more than anything. The fact that someone decided they had the right to do those kinds of things to you made her furious. She knows this is not at all helpful for you and immediately apologizes, assuring you she's here for you no matter what. She can get angry about it in her own time. She becomes so much more protective over you. You both have a lot of things you're relearning to do. The biggest challenge is intimacy. She never makes a move or tries something without consulting you and neither do you. Kimiko is shy as it is, something you're immensely grateful for. Your relationship is slow, and both of you are patient with one another. Taking baby steps is how you do it. You worry others will judge you for taking it so slow, especially since you've been together for quite a while, but Kimiko makes it known it is no one else's business. You take as long as you need. If anyone has an issue with it, they can take it up with her. She loves you. Nothing changes that. Nothing will ever change that.

[hughiecampbelle]

Imagine The Boys reactions when Firecracker exposes your past:

"Y/n, please open the door."

"I can't." Your voice was so small, so defeated. It broke something in Hughie. You'd always been so brave, so stubborn, so hard to get through to. In an instant, Firecracker turned you into a child. The minute your name popped up on the screen, your heart sank. You'd always been elusive about your past. None of your friends ever pushed the subject. They figured there was a reason behind that. A good reason. And there was. In a past life, not too long ago, you were someone different. A monster. A killer. And the worst part was, you were good at it. The best. Everyone wanted you on their side. You were brutal, and dangerous, and violent. Those skills carried over into your new life, your job. You thought you had finally put it behind you, though. They liked you for you, not for what you could do.

"Forget what that c-nt said." Billy says, attempting to make a joke but you just end up feeling worse. Tears stream down your face before you can stop them. You try not to sniffle too loud, hatred burning in your chest. At yourself, for what you've done, but also Firecracker and Homelander and everyone at Vought. You were pathetic. Stupid for thinking you could ever get out, start new. The names of all the people you've ever killed popped up on the screen. There were too many to count. Behind them, she spoke about how you should be locked up, that you were a danger to society. She had no proof though. Just the names and accusations. It was all true, though. You could deny it all you wanted, but it was true.

"Mon couer, we have all done things we are not proud of." Frenchies voice was close you, he must've been crouching. You sat on the bathroom floor, spine against door, knees to chest. Every night you'd lie awake and think about what you did. You'd replay every mission, every kill, every awful thing you've ever done. And then you'd get up in the morning and face the day and pretend it didn't happen. Now you couldn't do that. She called you terrible names. You deserved it. All of it. The hate, the disgust, everything. Your friends didn't think so, though. When they all looked back you were gone, the bathroom door slamming from down the hall. None of them knew how to make you feel better, what to say, but they had to try something. Anything. Firecracker had no right to do what she did. They were going to make her pay for this.

"Everyone knows. Everyone knows what I did."

[hughiecampbelle]

THIS IS SO PERFECT I'M LITERALLY SCREAMING!!! I had to take multiple breaks from reading because it was so freaking cute I couldn't handle it lol!! Me and my emoji use is so funny omg 😂 I could definitely convert that man into using the entire heart section!!! Also I don't blame him at all for not getting through A Little Life omg I sob every time I read it!!! I change my hair at least once a month, I would LOVE to know his thoughts!!! Also him lying about reading the book is so funny bc I would instantly want to talk about it and it would def make him panic!! Anyone taking my book recommendations to heart??? My biggest weakness!!! OMG!!! I would literally melt and have to take a moment to collect myself lol. I can def get behind his love of Billy Joel if he's going to put up with my singing! Definitely a fair compromise! Give me that giraffe man lmao. Let me make fun of him for being way too tall while being embarrassingly short :P Also I love me a yapper. In certain contexts, I am the yapper, especially about books and shows. Frenchie asking about the wedding I cry!!! I would love to bake for all of them, especially M.M.!!! I can't even put into words how much I love and appreciate this!!! THANK YOUUUUU!!! This is so unbelievably kind of you my love, I hope I didn't fangirl too hard lol!!! Xoxoxo❤️🧡💛💚💙🩵💜🩷💖💝💗💓💕

Thank you for letting me submit a ship request!!!! 🩷💗💕

My name is Enna and I'm a bi girl with blue/pink/purple hair, blue eyes, freckles, and im covered in tattoos!!! I love reading and writing (like so much lol), I bake, swim and listen to all genres of music (and sing along horribly!). I'm in school studying to be an English teacher and I'd love to be a writer on the side. I'm really shy and quiet, I try to be as kind as possible, though I come off sarcastic/use sarcasm as flirting. I try to be as optimistic as possible too. I adore horror movies and carry at least two books with me wherever I go. I love horror and dystopians the most, but any genre can catch my eye! My three favorite books are The Handmaid's Tale, A Little Life, and The Book Thief, but I could name every book on my shelf lol!!! I could go on forever about my favorites. The beach is my happy place and I hope to move closer to the ocean after I graduate!! I love studying languages and am trying to learn as many as possible (I speak three and im studying two more). I live for poetry tho I am awful as writing it. I love Russian poetry especially and try to read it in it's original language, but my Russian still needs work. I'm a Ravenclaw and my intelligence is really important to me :) I love learning so much, I have such a great passion for it!!!

Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! 🩷💗💕

thank you so much for sending this!! fellow language enthusiast here, you seem super cool and i hope you enjoy the ship :)

I ship you with...

HUGHIE CAMPBELL!

ok incredibly biased because of the url but. hear me out. you guys are the cutest

You meet in the subway, as cliché as it sounds — you're taking the train to spend a sunny day in Rockaway Beach, and it's a long ride, so of course you're immersed in a good old book. You don't even notice the guy sitting across from you... Or how he's been throwing glances at you since he got in and saw you there.

As people come and go — and both of you are still there, it's a fairly long ride —, he's debating whether or not he should say something. Would he be intruding? Would it be friendly? Would it be weird? You seem so chill and unbothered, and he'd hate to piss you off by interrupting your reading, but he's just entranced by your entire vibe. You're so cool. You're sooo cool. Incredibly cute. The sun coming through the window shines a beam of light on your hair and he thinks he's gonna die. There's an energy, a lot of life to you, and that really draws him in.

As the train gets emptier, he ultimately decides on saying something — who knows when you're getting off the train and he loses his chance forever? And as much as he kept running lines in his head thinking what he'd ask, his brain just short-circuits and in classic Hughie fashion he goes with the first thought in his head: "Hey, that's a really good book."

Important: he had never heard of that book in his entire life

Still, it's enough to get your attention and a smile — what's the harm in earnest conversation? Of course, it's the New York subway, but he seems like a nice guy, you're not in a rush nor feeling uncomfortable, and you like to talk about your interests (it really is a really good book). He does confess he hadn't read it before the lie goes too far (knowing his habitual cover-ups, it could have gotten disastrous), but you two are so deep in such a good conversation you actually find it funny and sweet.

He gets off the train before you and thus the conversation is cut short, but you give him your number. It's a meet cute straight out of a movie and you make his day — I imagine you meet around early season 2, when they're in the hideout, and daily life is rough for The Boys. That conversation with you was a beam of light.

He texts you the day after, polite and casual with a joke in there — something along the lines of "Hey, I'm Hughie, the guy in the subway — if you didn't think I'm a lying idiot, would you be interested in grabbing coffee?"

He absolutely read this one text out loud and rewrote it several times to find the optimal way to not sound weird while asking you out

And that's the start of a series of texts and dates between you two

You two have so many deep conversations over text, stay up chatting about yourselves and your interests, send cute pictures of things that remind you of each other.

Hughie is the type of guy to wait for a message and either reply to it almost immediately or mentally put it off to not seem like he replied immediately. That, of course, when he sees the message, and is preferably not too busy with not dying.

He finds the many heart emojis incredibly endearing 💜 Not a big emoji guy, but adds smiley faces to the end of sentences :) and if you use WhatsApp he'd use A LOT of stickers. Corny hearts, cute animals, funny expressions, typical millennial memes, he saves them all.

Your contact goes from "Enna :)" to "Enna ❤️" as the relationship progresses

You talk mostly over text, because of your studies and his weird schedule with the coup's plans — and you don't really know what he does at that point —, so all of your dates are planned meets. You plan to meet at a coffee shop, you plan to spend the day at the beach, you plan to go to a record store. Everything scheduled (even though he's not the most on-time person, your dates are the very opposite of spontaneous). Hughie's very much a "by the book" type of guy when it comes to dating, he wants to do everything right and neat.

And so, after a month or two of going out, he officially asks you to be his girlfriend by giving you a copy of your favorite book with his annotations (he read it!).

See, Hughie is the typical guy who lost the reading habit because life happens, but meeting you motivated him to get back to reading. In the first dates he'd casually get a recommendation like it was small talk, until he mentioned a couple days later he was actually reading it. Never failed to make you melt.

He did not finish A Little Life though, didn't get through the first chapters without bawling his eyes out and feeling like shit and realized maybe he should skip that one.

You two share so much media — movies, books, music! He absolutely doesn't mind your singing, in fact he loves singing along to stuff with you. Expect so many car sing-alongs and playing music in the kitchen while you're cooking.

And I hope you like Billy Joel, because he will play it so much you'll inevitably know the lyrics. He'll warm up to your music too, but he's usually quicker than you to put on his playlist and you're not really complaining.

You try to show him horror movies but he bails after the first scare. He's already too horrified by the stuff happening in his life, he doesn't want to be horrified by the screen too. If you really, really insist, just this once, as a gift, for you, come on, he'll watch it on edge and stressed for the entire thing. Will hold onto you for dear life and scream out loud. "We had fun, right?" gf X "I've never been more stressed my entire life" bf.

He loves your hair so much — if you change it often, it becomes a thing for him to guess the next color before you go and dye it. He always comments on it, and has a personal ranking of his favorite Enna hair eras (like, seriously elaborated, which he could make a slide presentation on if prompted).

I do remember you mentioning you're very short so that's a funny add-on — this man is a giraffe, and now your personal crane. Will grab things on the top shelf for you all the time, especially books you want.

He's definitely the big spoon, and loves cuddling and hugging. Only in private though, like at home, he's kind of awkward with PDA. But he will hug you from behind when you're baking, wrap his arms over your shoulders, and oh I'm sorry I guess you have to stop whatever you're doing to give attention to your Big Friendly Giant of a boyfriend. No the brownies aren't burning.

The breakfast table is yap central. He grew up silently eating with his dad, not much happening there, but now he actively makes the choice to always ask you about random topics over breakfast or lunch. You're creating new traditions — the table around a meal is lively and a place for conversation, in which you feel safe to ramble about whatever topics you're interested in to each other.

You do explain to him about all the languages you're learning — Hughie's not particularly a language guy, but he's a passion guy and a you guy, so he becomes fascinated by your studies. You start sporadically bringing a book in another language to breakfast to read something aloud. He loves to hear the sound of your voice in any language.

It's interesting how much of a rambler he is, while at the same time keeping his life really private. Like, you know everything about every movie he's ever seen; he explains every record he likes that you might come across in a store; he'll talk about his passions and dreams and insecurities, talk about his dad and his problems with his mom... But you still don't know what the hell he does for work. Or any of his friends.

He does try to keep The Boys' work a secret for as long as possible; he feels awful for lying to you sometimes, being evasive, or giving vague answers, but he wants to protect you. So much. He wouldn't want to risk losing someone else he cared about; losing you. Your passion, kindness, optimism have saved him in so many bad days, in so many ways you didn't even know, and are so rare to maintain in the world he's in.

This light and energy that drew him to you is, in some way, the same thing that drew him to Robin (and, in the canon, Annie).

Secrets aren't kept forever, eventually he does tell you about the real nature of his work and the crew he surrounds himself with.

You don't really get involved in the work, you're not a part of THE BOYS, but you're Hughie's girl and they all know you. They have heard oh so much about you. Let's be honest they're nosy bitches — they'd be dying to know anything and everything about you from the moment Hughie offhandedly mentioned he had a date.

You guys were barely official and Frenchie said he wanted to be invited to the wedding

Hughie is the No. 1 supporter of your baked goods, and he starts bringing them to the office. They're all immediately hooked.

They tease him pretty much all the time — it's awww when you have a cute couple moment, crude jokes from Butcher (in good spirit, you respond with sarcasm and he respects you that way), a cacophony of noises and some "TELL HER I SAID HI" in the background of most phone calls —, but at the end of the day they're incredibly happy for you two. It's a breath of fresh air in their chaotic lifestyle that someone has something sweet in their life and a sense of normality. You're a beam of light. :)

[hughiecampbelle]

The Boys Preference: Finding Out You Have Panic Attacks

A/N: Not requested. I don't know what's wrong with me. I can't calm down. It's so hard to sleep. I think nights are the worst. This happened after my dad passed when I'd break out in stress hives almost every day for a year 😅 If anyone knows any tricks or tips or hacks, please let me know. I hope this can offer comfort for anyone experiencing similar issues 💕💖💓🩷💗💝💘

Butcher wasn't sure what was going on. Truthfully, he thought you were dying. All of a sudden, you're gasping, trying to catch your breath. You're shaking, curling into yourself. Tears are welling up in your eyes. You can barely explain what's going on and what you're thinking, and he isn't very comforting in the moment. He panic himself, asking you what you need. You don't know, though. After it's all over and you've spent some time apart, you go up to him and apologize. It was completely out of the blue. Nothing you could think of brought it on. At least, nothing specific. Everything, it seemed, put you in a panic these days. He shrugs it off, not wanting to make it a thing. He brings it up later, though, when it's just the two of you, asking you when it all started. You admit it started when you joined The Boys. Danger was around every corner. You were wanted. You'd spend hours worrying about every scenario that could ever play out. They all ended badly. He understands to a degree. Your lives are hard, complicated, and full of danger. It's only a natural reaction to be afraid. To worry.

Hughie learned about your panic attacks one night after you were cleaning yourself up, splashing cold water on your face. It was over, thank goodness, but it took a lot longer to get rid of the feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach. You admit you've been dealing with this for a while, but was afraid to bring it up to anyone. It could be embarrassing. You were hysterical. And the worst part was you knew it was irrational. Hughie assures you it's not silly or irrational if it's causing you this much stress. He doesn't want to pry, of course, but he does want to know about it. When it started, what kinds of things worry you, how he can help, etc. Hughies had his fair share of panic attacks. He's no stranger to them. When you're feeling overwhelmed or like your brain won't stop thinking, he's the first person you go to. He tends to use distractions. Goofy stiff about movies or TV shows or random facts he's acquired through the years. Anything to take your mind off things. He's completely free of judgement. He just wants you to be okay.

Annie could kind of already tell. With the way things were at Vought and being part of The Seven, it was a pretty anxiety inducing situation. Homelander was cruel and reactive and all over the place. You could never tell if he'd laugh off something major while tearing everyone and everything apart over the smallest mistake. Annie found you hiding in the bathroom just before a team meeting, trying to talk yourself down. She knocked softly on the stall door, assuring you it was only her. It all comes out. The fears and worries, the stress making you so sick you were barely eating or sleeping. She opened up about her own fears around Homelander and pretty much everyone involved with Vought, slowly coaxing you out. When you've pulled yourself together, you immediately apologize. You don't know what came over you. It definitely wasn't right to put it on her. Annie thinks the opposite, glad you could trust her, reminding you you can always come to her. She gets it 100%.

M.M. never knew you struggled with panic attacks. You hid them so well that no one did. It isn't until you're at the Sage Grove Center that you're faced with Lamplighter and Stormfront that he sees fear and shock and panic. You freeze, your breathing ragged, tears welling up in your eyes. You have to move. You have to think quickly if you're going to get out alive. But first, he has to calm you down. He holds your shoulders, talking you down, reminding you to breathe. It takes a little while, but eventually, it starts to soothe you. After you're out and safe, far from the both of them, you thank M.M. apologizing for your behavior. He tells you there's no need to be sorry. He's just glad he could help. Marvin becomes a confidant when you're feeling anxious. Now that he's aware of it, he can pick up on the little signs before it becomes a full-blown panic attack. Even when it does, he's always there to help. He never wants you to feel like you have to face it alone or that it's an inconvenience to him. He cares about you. He wants you to he okay, to feel safe.

Frenchie found you one day, music blaring in your headphones, trying to calm yourself down. He startled you, his hand on your shoulder, making you jump. When he asked what was wrong, you were hesitant to say why. You didn't want to come off as weak or like you couldn't handle being part of the team. You loved the cause you were fighting for. It was just a lot. Finally, you told him, unable to keep it under control. You even tell him about your worries that if any of them ever found out, they'd kick you off the team, out of the friend group. Frenchie assures you they need you. Panic attacks don't change that. He wishes you'd opened up sooner instead of suffering alone. They had plenty of issues, this isn't as big a deal as you thought it was. It's hard, of course, but they've seen this before. You tell him music helps, but there are still so many times you can't stop it. You feel like you're dying. He offers the support he can, wanting you to come to him when you feel it coming on so that you're not alone, so you can figure it out together.

Kimiko finds you up late one night, curled into a ball on the couch, watching TV. She can see the tear marks on your cheeks illuminated by the screen. By the time she finds you, the crying has mostly subsided. When she asks what's wrong, it all comes out. The fear, the anxiety, the panic attacks. They used to be so much more manageable. Lately, it's been out of control, especially at night when there are so few distractions and you're all alone. You try not to bother anyone with it, having had poor experiences in the past. She tells you those people suck and you shouldn't feel like you have to hide it. Ever. It just ends up making it worse. She thanks you for telling her, asking if there's anything she can do to help. You're not really sure. After that, Kimiko is always checking in with you. She doesn't make a big scene about it. Keeping it between the two of you, she'll ask if you're okay or if you've been feeling okay. You're always honest with her, knowing she'll catch you if you fib. She ends up sitting with you at night, watching TV together. Her presence alone is comforting enough.

[hughiecampbelle]

Imagine The Boys looking after you:

"Y/n's not doing to well."

"Hughie-"

"Butcher," M. M. interrupts, keeping his voice low. "Look at them. They're, they're-" They all turn towards the couch, the TV, where you lie, curled up in a ball. Unblinking. Watching the nature documentary about the birds of South America. You haven't washed any of the blood off you. Your clothes were soaked, your skin sticky with red, hair matted. Everyone came back to the hideout and went their separate ways, washing and changing, taking time to ruminate on what just happened. No one noticed what you were doing, how quiet you'd become. Only when they came back together, making half-hearted jokes, did they notice. Hughie tries to talk to you, but you weren't really there. Your face was blank, your eyes stuck on the screen. He was worried. They all were, even if Butcher wanted to pretend he wasn't, he was. Denying it was easier than dealing with it.

"Falling apart." Frenchie finishes. Kimiko signs to him, worry in her expression. "Kimiko is right. We need y/n. We cant keep doing this to them." Ignoring the problem. Ignoring all the little ways you were putting yourself in danger. Ignoring your sleepless nights, the contrast between constant worry and feeling nothing, the ways in which you threw yourself into dangerous situations without a second thought and then reacting like this, becoming a shell of yourself. You were vital to the team, yes, but you were also their friend. They cared about you, they worried about you. They couldn't let this cycle keep going, it would end up killing you. You'd barely moved since you got back. Butcher knew this life had been hard on you, but, he hoped like with everyone else, you would bounce back to your old self. The longer this went on though, the worse it got. There was no denying it anymore. Something was deeply wrong and they had to figure it out before it was too late.

"Fine. I'll see what I can do."

[hughiecampbelle]

Imagine being Soldier Boys younger sibling: Pt. 2

Requested: anon / Pt. 1

"You get me what I want, I'll help you. That's the deal."

"All we found were these." Hughie placed the stack before Ben. With his fast food, his pills, and his booze, he'd asked for any information about you. Just like he remembered, you had escaped. Broken free from one of your torture chambers and killed everyone you could. You ran, fleeing, and you never looked back. That's when they put him to sleep for good, afraid he would do the same. He never blamed you for leaving him. He was glad you got out. Though, at the time, it felt like a fever dream. With Hughie and Butchers findings, there were spottings of you from all over the world. Russia at first, but then it seemed like everyone had seen you. If they could track down the most reputable source and the most recent, maybe they would find you. A haircut and a some dye, you'd be unrecognizable to a generation who only knew of you by name, by reputation. It was perfect. The perfect way to disappear, which sucked for them. He wouldn't make a move without you.

"You got me papers?"

"No, it's what's on them. They're y/n's files. Maybe we can track them down with this, ask around. It's all we've got right now." Hughie shrugged, looking at Butcher for help. He had nothing to say, though. The whole car ride Butcher had been nothing but negative. It didn't matter if you stayed in Russia or left, your trail was frozen. They weren't even sure if you were still alive. It's only been a few years, and you haven't aged a day, but what if there was an accident or misunderstanding? What if you didn't want to be found? You were a Supe after all. Even if they found you, they couldn't corral you with the promise of your brother. You were probably just as unstable as him. If they seemed at all threatening, you'd kill them. Hughie tried to look on the bright side, keep an open mind. There was only so much they could do, sure. They were a scrappy bunch on their own, but they'd made it work up until this point. Why couldn't they find you and bring you to your brother? Why couldn't they save the day so that Soldier Boy could take down Homelander?

[hughiecampbelle]

Imagine turning to Butcher when you're trying to leave Homelander:

Without the stars and stripes blowing behind you, he didn't recognize you. In civilian clothes, you were almost human. For the first time ever he gets a good look at you. Without the lighting and cameras and makeup, without Homelander attached to your side, you seem so much smaller in person. There are dark circles around your eyes and, what little can see hidden under your hood, fresh bruises dotting your skin, your cheek and around your neck. If Homelander wanted to, he could kill you in less than a second. Hurting you like this was for fun, to pass the time. He truly believed he was untouchable. Unstoppable. He was, as far as you were concerned.

"Don't get too close, he'll-" but you can't finish. It sounds ridiculous. Silly. He'll smell Butcher on you. He'll know exactly where you were. He'll know what you were saying. Billy puts his hands up, taking a step back. The last thing he wanted to was scare you away, to cause you more harm. The Boys had been trying to get through to you for ages. It was incredibly dangerous at first, risking their cover, unsure of where you stood. For all they knew, it was too late. You'd been brainwashed. And you had protected him for some time, telling Butcher and the rest of the team that you couldn't say anything. But he was getting so much worse, so much more abusive, and you weren't sure how much longer you could take it. You weren't sure how much longer you'd survive. And then, a few days ago, you called Butcher sobbing, asking if he could meet with you.

"Why now?" It was out of the blue. Sure, he was getting violent, but he had always been violent. Stories ran for years about marks and bruises that didn't line up with your saves. People talked, but there was nothing they could do. The story you sold was that you were in love, that you were made for one another. He didn't know the truth, the full history, but he knew there was more going on behind the scenes than you let on. Between you and Homelander and Ryan, you were the perfect, most powerful, family. You were what everyone should want. You knew Butcher didn't have a lot of time left, that The Boys were doing everything they could to stop your husband. This could all be some elaborate set up. Get him caught red handed. Put an end to their desperate efforts to save everyone from dictatorship. Your voice came out quietly, your words hitting him hard, leaving his face stinging. You were desperate. You were scared.

"I don't want to die, Butcher."

[hughiecampbelle]

Imagine being Ryan's twin sibling:

"Are you mad at us? Is that why you're going away?"

You sat on the other side of Butcher, watching him place the necklace around your brother's neck. He talked quietly, reminding you how much your mother loved you, how much she cared about you. You leaned against him, your stomach twisting. You missed her more than anything. You would have done anything to get her back. It wasn't Ryan's fault, what happened with her. You were both trying to adjust to your powers. And you were both so angry watching Storm front go after her. When your dad showed up, both of you stuck beside Butcher. You'd held his hand, squeezing it tight, petrified your father would punish you. Kill you. But Butcher stuck up for you, taking you and Ryan away from him. Now he was leaving, too. He promised he'd be back, that you'd be safe with your Aunt Grace. She's protect you from Homelander and everyone else at Vought.

"It's safer if you two aren't near me, that's all."

[hughiecampbelle]

Imagine Homelander noticing you're burned out:

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." His tone was cold, angry, harsh. You broke eye contact first, hating that he was seeing you like this. You were powerful, and you were feared, and yet, that question alone brings tears to your eyes. No one noticed. No one cared. You've been feeling like a raw nerve for what feels like forever. Everything is difficult and hard, and it takes all of your energy. You dread the sun coming up, you dread facing another day. Ashley told you to get over it, so you tried. You ignored it, and smiled, and it just made it hurt even more. Homelander takes a step closer, his hands outward and raised, as if admitting defeat. Surrender.

"Tell me." His voice is softer now, quieter. Gentle. Of course he noticed. He noticed everything. You weren't lazy or stupid like the rest of them. You were as close to an equal as he could get. The last few weeks though, you've been acting different. Now not only are you crying, but you're doing it in front of him. For anyone else it would have been a death sentence. Whatever it was, it had to be bad. Childishly, you wipe your face, trying to keep your composure. This wasn't like you. Maybe The Deep or Noir cried like a baby, but not you. You tried to muster up the strength to keep yourself together, but you were exhausted. This life was killing you. Now you weren't so sure you wanted it anymore. The suit, the cape, the title. You were over it. You were close to the edge.

"I'm tired, John."