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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ The Seven x Deadpool!Reader

t/w: loooots of dark humour/jokes, reader is insensitive and an asshole since they're also a supe working at vought, your powers are the exact same as Deadpool (even the skin condition), mention about killing, death, gore, r-pe, n@zis?!?!, alcohol, some intimacy (?). Also reader is gn!!

ᯓ★ here's a version with the boys <3

HOMELANDER

This man hates you so fking much

Has tried to kill you multiple times, he tried lasering you, tearing you in half and even throwing you into the sky but you just always manage to come back like the damn plague

Eventually he gives up trying to kill you and just had to deal with the fact you'll be kept alive... just temporarily though... he's still looking for ways to kill you

However, your powers gave you dozens of advantages when around Homelander.

He can be having a meeting about something serious and everyone would be listening to him due to their fear towards him, then there's you who'd be doing your own thing and just shout out unrelated things like "Donald Trump just blocked me on Twitter!! HAH!! SUCK IT CORNFLACKS!!"

Everyone turning to you with startled expressions while Homelander simply rolls his eyes before continuing his presentation.

You are a complete nightmare to the PR team, that's why for interviews or any events, you'll always be paired up with Homelander so he can keep you under control and stop you from saying weird shit that could ruin the company's image.

"So Deadpool, how does it feel being in the Seven working alongside Homelander? You've been working together for almost 3 years now" A reporter would ask as you two are surrounded by screaming fans.

"Like I'm in the twilight series, not because of the fantasy but because I'm still waiting for the part where he impregnates me—"

"O-kay! That's enough, just silly ol' Deadpool with those inside jokes"

"You can tell in this eyes that he wants to fuck me right now. HE'S GONNA FUCK ME!!" You shouted as you're being dragged away by him.

Obviously when you had found out about his relationship with Stormfront, especially her background, you had to say some shit about it. Not giving the slightest care about the fact he could be grieving over her death.

He'll be in his room standing in front of the window and you'd just storm in, being as loud as possible.

"I can't believe you dated a N@zi!! Is it because I'm Jewish?!" Which may or may not be true, nobody knows your origin.

He may hate your guts but if he ever needs someone to help him do some dirty work, you're the person for the job, you never ask why or how, which could be the only thing he likes about you.

"Y'know, maybe if you didn't have such a big mouth, you'd be tolerable"

"All the people I've slept with have said otherwise"

Compatibility? 50%

STARLIGHT

Before she joined the Seven, she had an image of what kind of person you were, she just didn't know it was this worse.

When you found out she used to work at this Sunday School Church, you just haaaaad to say something about it.

"So like, you say that prayer always works, but every night I pray for my hair to grow and it never does. Do you think God has me blocked? How do I get unblock?"

"Uh..."

You two surprisingly get along without one wanting to slice the other's throat, except sometimes the things you say can really piss her off. Which is why when the company assigned her a new costume, she was trying her hardest to avoid you, but you found out anyways.

"Holy shit Starlight! Nice costume, is this your Miley Cyrus breakthrough? Girl power!"

Insert her groaning out of annoyance.

Again, the second you discovered she was dating a guy behind the death of Translucent, you were heartbroken :(

"Of course this happens right when my therapist gives up on me!"

Despite your behaviour, you pitied her when it was revealed that she was taken advantage of by The Deep, so like any good friend, you took revenge by cooking his friend octopus and eating it happily in front of him.

"Revenge does taste sweet" You'd say happily while Starlight just watches by the side, both grateful and horrified at your actions.

In my opinion, you would definitely be the person she goes to once she starts working with the boys, you'll always be providing whatever information that happens in the company for her to use.

It helps her worry less about getting anyone killed 'cause you literally can't die.

Compatibility? 60%

QUEEN MAEVE

You're half the reason why she rethinks about her life choices when she wakes up in the morning

Not because you're a handful (which you are) but because you're always paired together on missions

"Deadpool! The hostages!"

"OKAY! God... you act just like my drunk uncle"

Which is a joke/nickname you like to address her by because of her alcoholism (yikes)

Whenever the company needs you for something, half of the time she's the one assigned to search for you.

There was this one time she caught you trying to have Anika track down Kanye West's location, nobody knows what shenanigans you were up to.

Another thing to mention was that you two were chosen by the company to sing a Christmas song for the year's Christmas ceremony.

Just imagine during the bridge of the song, she's singing normally while you're completely going off, your high note so high you were sure you had Mariah Carey a run for her money.

Even though she finds you a lot to deal with, you're actually her buddy to train with.

Since you're very skilled with Katanas, she likes to practice her swordsmanship with you.

You like to tease or make fun of her everytime she fails to strike you which is good motivation for her to get better. Maybe you guys bring out the best of each other?

Last thing I'd like to add is when she was found out by the public that she was a lesbian (She's bi but you get the running joke), you had gifted her a t-shirt that says, 'Biggest Dick in Town'

Compatibility? 80%

THE DEEP

Your human punching bag

If Vought was a high school instead of a company, you'd be the bully and he'd be the nerd getting stuffed inside the locker room.

For example, Homelander could be confronting Starlight about her relationship with Hughie and everyone would just start raising their voices til you come in yelling "SHUT UP!" to the Deep who had not said a single thing during the entire time.

Just imagine him staring at you like 😐

To be honest you also ate his friend octopus so you guys are actually never getting the chance to make up.

"Look dude, I don't appreciate your tone"

"I don't appreciate your haircut either but we can't all get what we want"

You may be a crazy person but you weren't going to be okay with the fact he violates every woman he sees, so not only did you cook the octopus but you also called in a male stripper disguised as a woman just for him to celebrate on his birthday.

Just imagine him all happy when you tell him the news and later that night he'll run inside your room, completely pissed off at your act after finding out but you just laughed and said.

"Happy April Fools 😚!"

"That's next month dipshit!"

Also, you never understood his weird fantasies. He has a thing for sea animals??You've caught him multiple times either flirting or getting off to one. It was concerning even for you.

"From how many animals you've fucked, you might just turn from the ocean's 'Seaman' to 'Semen'." You joked which he did not find funny.

Maybe you messing with him could just be your way of getting along with him since you're the same with everybody else, it's just he has more flaws to poke fun of and he's sensitive about them.

Compatibility? 5%

A-Train

He thinks you're fucked up in the head.

Half of the shit that comes out of your mouth just has him reacting like in the GIF

Buuuuuut you're the one he always brings to the club because you always know ways to give the party life.

You've somehow even got on the wall of fame, a lovely portrait of you with your hands making out a heart.

Also, you know about his business with Compound V waaaaay before anyone else did. He's still grateful you didn't tell anyone.

Just like everyone else, you also enjoy messing with him except he's fast and constantly avoiding you.

"Hey A-Train, how much do you wanna bet that I can die faster than you?"

"Dude... seriously?"

You guys rarely get sent on missions together because you're always slowing him down, not basing off the fact he's fast but because you get easily sidetracked with other things.

"Alright, we're here now, how much C4 do we use?"

"Fuck math! Let's use all of 'em!"

You ended up detonating all of the C4 on you before he could object the idea, he was able to run out in time, your action nearly getting him killed while you ended up dead.

But it's fine you'll just grow back.

You know that race he has against Shockwave? You'd be at the VIP section standing near where Homelander and Queen Maeve is, waving your huge banner that has a picture of A-Train's face and yours pasted over a figure carrying the other in bridal style.

Compatibility? 55%

TRANSLUCENT

He makes people paranoid but you make him disgusted.

There was this one time he was bored so he snuck in your room to see what you were doing.

At first he was confused why you had so many cute plushies but then the more he explored your room, he realised your room is basically every collector's dream.

You even had a huge teddy bear in the corner of your dressing room.

The reason why he doesn't like to spy on you is because the last time he did, he saw you putting your hand in the blender, then proceeding to put your private part into it.

Never again, he thought, never again.

He doesn't need to witness you carry out your intrusive thoughts.

Surprising enough, you're close with his son, I'd like to think that after his death, you practically became the kid's godparent. Though you can be sort of a bad influence, leading up to how he is in Gen V.

You always tell him you hate kids but he thinks otherwise.

After all, he can read people well.

You guys like to pull pranks on each other since you guys like competing on who's more sneaky

There was this one time, you woke up to find your suit gone so you ended up walking around the building, completely naked and unfazed by people's stares.

It was when you walked around the corner that you found your suit worn by someone else, turns out it was Translucent under it.

"Why is it so fucking tight dude? How do you stay in this shit all day?"

"You get used to it"

Compatibility? 85%

BLACK NOIR

Lovers.

He doesn't mind your attitude because he actually can't say anything about it.

No seriously... he can't talk.

But hey he's got a good shoulder to cry on.

"I just... hffgh... I can't believe my album didn't surpass lady gaga's... She doesn't even know how to use Katanas like I do!" You'd let out a loud sob while he just stares at you for a while before placing a hand on your shoulder, patting you gently.

You know the scene where he's playing the piano for one of the company's party? You'll be laying down on top of it and singing in your usual overdramatic high pitched voice.

He finds your humour amusing so he always does this little head tilt like in the GIF when you say some weird shit while waiting for his response.

Since both of you are the only members of the Seven that wears a full body suit, obviously you had to try on his but since it was impossible to achieve that, you just had the company make a copy for you.

He'll be walking down the hallway doing his normal routine until he notises another person in his suit, the moment you speak and he realises its just you is when he let's his guard down.

"I just got some transplants done to my ass, that's why I look different"

You both are never sent on missions together 'cause you guys don't work well, pretty much nobody works well with him since he's the silent type.

Example, you two were hiding behind some crates ready to jump on the bad guys who were snucking in illegal drugs. He gestured for you to wait as he went to check again, only to turn back to see you gone.

"Marry Christmas motherfuckers!"

He heard your voice shout and he found you standing on top of the stacked crates, machine gun in hand and began shooting aimlessly.

He didn't even do anything but just watch until you ran out of bullets. However, multiple survived and began shooting at you so you ended running towards where he's hiding at.

"Yankee yankee!" You yelped.

You know the video of the two girls taking off their wigs to reveal that they're bald and they start bonding over it? I'd like to imagine that's you and Black Noir with the skin condition under the suits.

One more scenario I wanna add, you guys could be having a meeting but since you were bored and you always hated meetings, you'd draw a big heart on a piece of paper and show it to Black Noir from across the table. Surprisingly he'd draw a heart back to you.

You were overjoyed so you began to draw you and him doing it, doggy style. He stares at your doodle for a while before choosing to just focus on the meeting instead.

Compatibility? 90%

(This took a while cause I was on vacation)

[mommy-mortis]

Since season 4 of The boys is dropping today I want to remind everyone to clean and charge their sex toys.

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GOLDEN CHILD ;; In which Vought has a golden child, a favorite supe, you.

01.02.25 Masterlist

Vought International, the sprawling media company at the heart of the supes industry, has always had its fair share of complicated public relations. Among the chaos of corporate manipulation, cutthroat competition, and celebrity-driven antics, there exists one rare gem: you, the anomaly that everyone gravitates toward.

While The Seven are the face of the company, you're the heart. Unlike the usual supes, who thrive on attention, egos, and self-promotion, you stay humble. You don’t seek the spotlight, but somehow, it always finds you.

It's this small nature that has made you Vought's golden child, a supe who actually listens, who calms the storm, and who doesn't take advantage of the power that comes with their abilities.

Vought's PR team loves you. You’re the odd-one-out to the egos and drama of The Seven. When things go south—whether it's a superhuman scandal, a PR nightmare, or an emotional breakdown from one of the higher-profile supes—Vought knows they can count on you to smooth things over.

There’s something disarming about your presence. You’re unassuming, never in the limelight, but somehow, you’re always there when people need you most. You’ve built up an almost mythical reputation within Vought: the supe who never seeks fame, who isn’t out for personal gain, and who consistently treats everyone with respect, no matter their status.

Ashley, Vought’s PR powerhouse, quickly latched onto you as her personal security blanket. Her world is chaotic, managing the egos of The Seven while trying to keep things from falling apart behind the scenes. But when you're around, there’s a sense of relief that washes over her. She relies on you more than she lets on.

Whenever the tempers of the more volatile supes flare, she’s the first to ask, "Where’s [Name]? Where are they?" She knows that the room feels calmer with you in it. Everyone listens to you because you're realistic and honest. Unlike the others, you don't play the game, you just show up and let your sincerity do the work.

Homelander, despite his bravado and his towering presence, can't help but find himself drawn to you. He convinces himself that he dislikes you—after all, you're not chasing after him or pandering to his inflated ego like the rest of The Seven. You’re refreshingly indifferent to his attempts at asserting dominance, and that irks him to no end.

You don’t fear him, but you also don’t try to be his friend. You’re just… there. And that’s what frustrates him: he can’t control you. It gets to him in a way that he can’t quite explain, making your interactions all the more tense. You don’t need to try to please him, and yet you’re oddly one of the few people he can’t ignore.

Then there's Black Noir. The silent, enigma of a supe who often walks through Vought like a shadow, avoiding interactions with most people due to his fearsome presence.

But with you, it’s different. You don't flinch at his silence. In fact, you make an effort to acknowledge him every time, regardless of his lack of response. You don’t treat him like a ticking time bomb or an unpredictable enigma, but simply as someone whose presence deserves acknowledgment.

This small act of recognition is something that no one else offers, and it creates a subtle, unspoken connection between you two. While others may nervously sidestep Black Noir, you're the one who will offer a simple gesture or conversation (regardless of verbal responses), even if it’s just a quiet stroll through the Vought halls. You’ve made it clear that his silence doesn’t deter you—it’s a comfort to him in a world where everyone else is on edge.

Queen Maeve, ever the stoic and reserved one, has also come to appreciate you. She knows what it’s like to be jaded by the system, to be disillusioned by the fame and the constant PR stunts. In you, she sees the only other supe who isn’t corrupted by the industry's shallow demands.

While Maeve may hold some skepticism about everyone else in the Vought family, she finds herself respecting you. You're one of the few remaining who genuinely believes in being a force for good. It’s rare in Vought—someone who can still hold onto a moral compass without being consumed by the machine. She’s glad that you’re around, if only to be the grounding force that keeps everything from completely spiraling out of control.

In a world that’s so often about appearances and self-interest, you stand as a quiet contrast. You aren’t trying to fix the system, but by just being yourself, you somehow manage to be the glue that holds everything together.

And for all the madness of Vought, you are the calm within the storm, the one person who everyone, no matter their reputation, turns to when things get too intense. You are, in many ways, the heart of Vought—even if you never asked for it.

A/N ;; Yeah this was very self-indulgent.. EL OH EL.

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mhhhm but yandere starlight & yandere hughie having a massive crush on the same darling who's a supe.....and imagine if they're a part of The Seven too. I don't see them fighting against each other but working together instead because come on, they're the cutest heterosexual couple in the show THEY'RE IN LOVE

but they would be really funny as a yandere romantic duo. Annie's charm? she's basically so easy to talk to even if you're a massive introvert I imagine her being so patient and nice. Hughie on the other hand is quite shy too but he is a sweetheart. if Annie can charm you with her powers and her friendliness, Hughie would charm you with how hard he tries to make you like him. Need something? He will buy it. Feel cold? He can give you his jacket. Need a shoulder to lean on? He will VOLUNTEER for it. He would sweat so much but he would die as a happy man if he gets such an opportunity.

Even though Hughie can't be around you 24/7 like Starlight since you're a supe and part of The Seven, he would absolutely freak out every time he sees the picture of you next to Homelander on the news. I think Annie would be less worried about it but not because she doesn't care as much; she just has an opportunity to be around and therefore to look after you. She would pay EXTRA attention and will try any excuse to be practically next to your side if she spots The Deep even looking in your way. Starlight is not a violent person but if anyone tries to make a wrong move on you, you can definitely see her eyes shining as a silent warning.

I see Starlight as less paranoid but protective yandere. She believes you, so there would be no hypothetical jealous situations with her against you. She might be a little more protective if you're pushing yourself a little too hard to try and reach your goals. I mean, she is supportive but she grew up with her mother forcing her to sacrifice everything just to reach it. She doesn't want the same for you, so she will try to remind you to take breaks and be less tense.

Hughie in my opinion is paranoid. He is afraid you might leave one day and something could happen to you because he is not there. He's not a supe, he is not nearly as strong as you but he desperately tries to be. He would take more Temp V if it means he can protect you more effectively, but Starlight would have to remind him constantly that he doesn't need to. Would it help? A little, but it's not because he doesn't think you or Starlight can't do anything on your own, he just dislikes being the one who needs to be saved constantly. If you pretend to be 'weak' and ask him to help you open a jar with pickles, even that little situation helps him not to feel less of himself :3

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Now hear me out.... Yan!Starlight, Yan!Jamie, Yan!Stormfront (non facist version) and Yan!Firecracker fighting for Y/Ns attention

Starlight: Y/N’s the light of my life

Jamie/ Homelander: I saw them first!

Stormfront: I wanna a chance with Y/N

Firecracker: they’re mine! I’d do anything for them, to them.

Y/N just stands around in utter shock…

Jamie: I have an idea. How about a little super girls’ team up? (Winks)

All four supes turn to Y/N with a collective mischievous grin…

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risk | homelander, starlight

starlight x reader x homelander

the vought boardroom is for business, not pleasure. they say not to mix those two things together, but just this once won't hurt... right?

note: this is a reimagined version of attention, but this time lighter on the smut and heavier on homelander's involvement. this has not been proofread oops. only my second fic on the boys, what do you think? and i hope you like it!! love <3 masterlist

warnings: light smut, teasing, flashing, the deep, homelander, lots of boob action, tension, pretty mild for the most part

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Homelander endlessly paced back and forth. If you couldn't see his boots thumping the tiled floor of the Vought boardroom, you'd have been certain he'd burned his stress into the ground for all to see. Homelander wasn't known for privatising his feelings, after all.

For over forty minutes, your head swung left to right, following Homelander's frame, tuned in to the same unrelenting speech about the importance of statistics.

"If we don't boost our numbers with them," he referred to yet another protected class of people, "who knows what they'll turn to in our absence? Drugs, alcohol, maybe even murder — you name it!"

You sucked in another breath, fighting with all your might to repress the urge to roll your eyes into the back of your skull. Homelander wouldn't appreciate that. Not that Maeve wasn't nearly constantly taking glimpses of her brain out in the open for Homelander to catch. He'd have to stop pacing for that, though, and that didn't seem likely for at least another hour. Or until Deep rolled the wheels of his desk chair too loudly. He fell into that habit at the hour-twenty mark usually, so there was still a chance at the meeting ending early. And in flames, too, probably.

How his legs weren’t aching in the slightest baffled you. Not that you were staring... well, maybe you were. That suit did wonders for him. Thick thighs, meaty calves, just how you liked your superheroes. If only he wasn't clinically insane.

Your eyes shot open at the sound of the boardroom doors creaking open. With the rest of the Seven — or six, really, since Starlight was missing from the table — you glanced at the door.

There she stood small like a mouse, head sheepishly hanging down. Oh — and half naked.

Only when Homelander gleefully cheered "Ah, there she is!" did you realise you were gawking. Like the loose anchor of a boat, you reeled your jaw back up until it lifted back into place, clenching it hard as if to secure it. But really, it was to refocus your body on a different sensation to the one burning between your legs.

"I'm sorry I'm late. Took longer than we expected with wardrobe."

Homelander waved a hand dismissively, grinning so wide his eyes were half-shut. "Nonesense," he insisted, gesturing for her to take her place in the seat reassigned to her after Translucent's death. She obeyed, arms quickly crossing over her chest once she caught Deep practically panting over her, but the closer she got to the conference table, the tighter she held herself.

Homelander nodded in approval once she sat down. He slapped his hands together, sending a ripple through the silence of the boardroom. "Isn't this great?" He said, glancing from Starlight at the one end of the pointed table, to Noir at the other. "Look at us, back together," he said, slinging an arm over Maeve's stiff shoulder. "A united little front in the face of evil." He grinned gleefully down at Maeve, swooping in to plant a dry kiss on her hair. "Aren't we just a dashing little team?"

Deep quickly blurted out, "Best team ever, Homelander."

The grin faltered, but Homelander quickly stretched it back up into place. "Yeah," he muttered, but quickly cleared his throat to add, "Yes, thank you, Deep."

"You're welcome, Homelander." Smug, Deep rolled his shoulders back and glanced over at you, raising his brows as if to say did you see that?!

You nodded with exhausted enthusiasm, catching the roll of your eyes before Deep — or worse yet, Homelander — could clock it.

"So, Starlight, as I was just saying," Homelander continued, "We have to polish up our numbers. Sweep off the dust with the ladies," he said, gesturing to a screen on the wall with a diagram outlining a decline in interaction with women. "We could pump out some chick-flick girl power movie but that barely did anything for Maeve last time." Homelander's boots carried him back into the same line of pacing as earlier. "No, we can't do that, what's the point?" He mumbled into the palm of his hand as he caressed his cheeks.

Your head swung back and forth again. He rambled out into the room about the options, but with his hand now tightly cupping his mouth, he was almost completely inaudible.

With his head hung down, deep in thought, you snuck a glance at Starlight. She watching Homelander like a hawk, completely oblivious as you raked your eyes over her new super suit. The sleeves were gone, so was most of the fabric covering her chest. You glanced under the table. The skirt of her dress stretched up so high it was a wonder you couldn't see her panties.

What colour were they? White like her dress? Yellow like the accent on her suit? The urge to lift up her skirt to find out for yourself grew palpable, but you planted your boots into the ground in what you thought of as protest to your naughty mind.

You glanced around the table, sure to keep your head unnoticably still, and found nearly everyone else observing — no, ravishing—Starlight's freshly exposed skin. Animals, every one of them. You returned to Starlight, only to find her staring back at you.

She snapped her head back at Homelander with such speed you wondered how her head managed to stay attached to her shoulders. As if nothing happened, she stared silently as Homelander, her shoulders relaxed, hands resting loosely on the table in front of her. A coincidence, you convinced yourself. Two girls looking at each other at the same time, that's all. Nothing else to it, right? You bought your own thoughts. That was until you noticed the red creeping up her neck, painting her cheeks.

Was she blushing?

The twitch of your lips, pulling to one side with pride, took over you before you could control it. You flattened your mouth back into a straight line just as Maeve shot you an eyeroll as Homelander's ramblings continued again.

'Kill me' she mouthed, slumping back in her chair.

You stifled a snicker. Homelander suddenly spun on his feet. "Something funny?" He asked you, brow peaked up so high it lifted halfway up his forehead.

"Not at all, Homelander," you replied calmly, convincingly, offering all your composure wrapped up in a single smile. "What were you saying about the, ehem, bitter old cat ladies?"

"Ah, yes! As I was saying..." he continued on.

The beating in your chest calmed back into its regular rhythm. That is, until you glanced over at Starlight once more and caught her adjusting her sitting position. She uncrossed her legs, both heeled boots now pressed against the floor. It wasn't until she crossed her legs again that you caught it.

Red panties.

It was gone as quickly as you'd seen it. Her legs crossed again, absentmindedly swaying one foot as she listened to Homelander. This time it was your cheeks dyed with a flash of red, and before it could settle back down somewhere other than your face, Starlight snuck a glance at you.

Was that a smirk? Oh, it was definitely a smirk.

She might have a new — and definitely improved — super suit, but she was forgetting that two could play that game.

You reached for the glass of water on the table in front of you. Small sips, just a little bit of hydration to focus your mind. Starlight glanced over again, and a splash of water just so happened to spill onto the chest piece of your suit. It clung to the curve of your breasts, and deliciously, it highlighted the peaks of your nipples poking out in protest to the coldness of the water.

"Oh my," you gasped, setting the glass back onto the table.

The Deep immediately lurched out of his seat with a napkin stolen from the table. "I'll help you!" he said, his eyes blown wide with excitement as he gaped at your tits.

"Sit down," Homelander barked, hand on his shoulder forcing back into his seat. "Here," he said, and held out a handkerchief from some mysterious pocket in his suit. He watched as you made a show of patting down your breasts, careful not to block Starlight's view as they bounced as your rubbed them dry.

"Thank you," you smiled sweetly up at Homelander who made no secret of observing your wet breasts.

He offered his most affectionate smile back, the kind that promised he wasn't a psychopath hiding behind a pretty face. "Are you alright?" He asked, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"You know me," you dismissed his concern playfully, "Butterfingers."

Homelander took one last look at your breasts and sauntered back to his place at the top of the table. You shot Starlight a challenging lift of your brow, and she all but scowled at you. Under the table, you suddenly watched as her legs uncrossed. Her manicured hands floated down to her knees, delicately trailing up to the hem of her skirt.

You snuck one last glance up at her mischievous eyes. She quickly eyed the room and, satisfied that nobody but you was paying her any mind, she parted her thighs, those red panties glaring out at you against the white of her dress. But the red of her panties meant nothing to you when she pulled them aside and flashed the delicious pink hiding underneath.

With blown eyes you gawked at her. She slowly ran a finger down her wet folds, starting at her swollen clit and dipping down to her glistening little opening. Before you realised, her white skirt once again concealed all colour and her thighs squeezed together as she crossed her legs.

She lifted her hands back above the table top, and with one last glance around the room, she presented her glistening finger and plunged it between her lips.

'Tease' you mouthed to her with a short-lived glare, shaking your head at the smug smirk she shot back, as if to say beat that.

Your mind raced for the next move. A hand reached for the chest of your damp suit, but before you could prepare your next move, Homelander's voice flooded the room.

"I have an idea."

The eyes of The Seven landed upon him. He basked in the attention first, and then he finally sank into his chair.

"Deep, ask me how we improve our numbers with the ladies."

"Uhm," Deep said, sitting up in his chair. "How do we improve our numbers with the ladies, Homelander?"

"Well, Deep, that's a great question."

"Thank you, Homelander." He once again turned to you with bubbling excitement.

"The way we improve isn't with chick-flicks or higher profile arrests," he said, and finally, his eyes landed on you. "It's with our two girls, right here," he said, gesturing between you and Starlight. "What do ladies love more than a chick-flick?" He asked, as if challenging you to answer him. But you knew better. Something was coming, and you'd be damned and you'd be lasered if you dared ruin his moment to punish you. "A love triangle."

You blinked. A what?

A quick glance around the room at the other confused faces supported your own questions.

Deep asked quietly, "Does Walmart carry those, or...?"

"Two women, fighting against each other to capture the heart of America's most eligible bachelor... me."

You shot a glance towards Starlight, who, collapsing into herself like a dying star, seemed to have already come to the same conclusion as you did. You looked back at his smirk.

Homelander knew. He knew what took place between you, what game you were playing during his own meeting. But how? He seemed to understand your silent question and glanced over his shoulder at one of the windows.

"It's like a mirror at night, isn't it?"

The glass against the low light of the New York skyline reflected the boardroom more than it did the other skyscrapers, and that's when you realised you could see Starlight's lap, clear as day.

Homelander, eyes locked on yours, nodded. He knew. He watched the whole exchange. He knew what you both wanted, and he knew he could rip it away from you just as easily as he could laser your brains into a pile of bloody mush on the floor.

"Mindflood fueding with Starlight, all over little old me," he said, unable to resist the prideful grin stretching across his face. Was this the first time he'd ever been modest about himself? "Team Mindflood versus Team Starlight..." he banged his fists against the table excitedly. "That out to get the numbers up, right ladies?"

He didn't care about an answer.

But you cared less about his feelings.

"How exactly is that going to work? What are we going to suddenly throw down in public over who gets to suck you off first?"

"That sounds entertaining, don't you agree, Deep?"

"Yeah! ...Ehem. Yes, Homelander."

Homelander taunted you with a grin. "Who wants to go first?" He asked, predating his laugh while patting his thighs gleefully.

You didn't need to look at her. You knew Starlight was looking to you for guidance.

"Oh, I don't know, Homelander," you said, batting your lashes and squeezing your arms to the sides of your chest, pushing your breasts together. He glanced down at your still damp tits.

"Do you really want to share?" You pulled your lip between your teeth "Three's a crowd and all."

Homelander seemed to weigh it in his head. But when his elbows rested on the table, head cocked to the side with unwavering confidence, he asked, "Oh, but you see, almost nobody pays attention to a show of just two..." he trailed off, and you knew he meant the little show you and Starlight just put on for each other. "Almost nobody."

He patted his thighs again. This time the smile was gone. "Time to practise," he ordered, unzipping his pants. "So, ladies," his eyes shone a bright red. "Who's going to make this show really interesting?"

[fleshthatfalls]

this is eventually what'll happen in a fic with my supe oc, guaranteed xoxo

[bella-goths-wife]

Post sex conversation and assassinations on the side

Content: this is kind of just an introduction to the new au im creating basically

Warnings: mentions of sex, cigarettes, murder, drug overdose, terrible plot building, murder in exchange for money, drug use, alcohol use, gore

^first time making one of these so tell me if it’s trash

Butcher and Becca both let out a long sigh of relief as they enter an embrace and enjoy their post sex glow, laying together in the back of the truck that butcher had used to sneak out and meet her in.

He holds her lovingly as he gazed down at the woman he had thought to dead for so long, memorising the details of her face that had previously become blurry in his mind during her absence. Though, this lovers bliss he was temporarily experiencing was forever dulled by the knowledge that she’d have to return to her glorified cage and he would have to return to his hideout to avoid having her killed by homelander and his happy families delusions.

Butcher goes into his pocket and takes out his cigarettes before lighting one and taking a drag, becca looks at him with a disapproving gaze before taking it from his hand and puffing out the smoke in his face in an almost playful gesture. Butcher only smiles, falling into their old post sex routines already.

“I still can’t believe that you were here all this time” butcher says in a low, almost regretful tone “all by yourself”

“I wasn’t all alone” becca comments with an absent mind as she enjoys the heat of laying with her lover.

“Well yeah, you had the kid an’ all” butcher says with a slight scoff at the mention of homelanders spawn “but you can’t have much conversation with a bawling baby”

“No, there were more people than just Ryan and I” Becca explains calmly as she looks up at her lover

“There were?” Butcher says with a confused look “who?”

“Homelander has more than just Ryan” Becca explains “he had another kid”

“There’s more in there?” Butcher asks with a scoff as his head motions to the secluded neighbourhood that becca was being kept in

“Not anymore” Becca says with a shake of her head

“What happened?” Butcher asks with a slight bit of morbid curiosity

“I don’t know” Becca admits with a sigh “one day they were here, the next they’d gone and vought refused to explain”

“Who’s they?” Butcher asks curiously

“Never met the mom, she mostly stayed inside so I only saw her from her windows” Becca explains “but I met her kid, a sweet little girl who’d visit me most days”

“Homelanders kid being sweet?” Butcher asks with a scoff of disbelief

Becca elbows him in the side at the indirect insult to Ryan, butcher lets out a groan and shields himself from any future blows.

“Yes, she wasn’t like her dad, she didn’t even know who he was” becca says with a scoff “she was just a hyper little girl who wanted company, she was the only one I really talked too since Ryan was only a baby and her mother never left the house”

“How old was she?” Butcher asks curiously as he takes a drag from his cigarette

“She was eight when Ryan was born, she would have been around nineteen by now” Becca says as she does the math in her head

“Would’ve been?” Butcher picks up on the undertone of her words

“Last time I saw her she was thirteen, her and her mother just disappeared into thin air” becca says with a sigh “all their stuff gone and no trace of them ever existing”

“So you think vought killed them?” Butcher assumes with a scoff

“I don’t know, maybe?” Becca says with an unsure tone “I hope not”

“Why, she’s not your kid?” Butcher says with a confused expression “and she’s homelanders daughter”

“That doesn’t matter, she was just a kid” Becca states defensively before sighing “sometimes I just sit and wonder where she could be, if she’s safe and happy or if she’s buried somewhere here”

“Vought probably killed her” butcher states bluntly “that or they are milking her for whatever she had in a lab somewhere”

“Maybe” becca says with an unsure look “I just wonder where she is now”

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“Your whiskey, sir” you offer the man with a smile as you place his drink on the coaster next to him

“Yeah, yeah” the man waves you off and takes a sip of his drink before turning back to his associates “Mike, you have to think about this, this is a big deal”

You keep your forced smile on as you return to your position next to the miniature bar set up in the hotels meeting room, holding your tongue and all the things you wanted to scream at this up his own ass executive.

“I’m hearing you joe, but it’s too much of a risk” the other executive states with a scoff

“But think of the money, we could profit if we just let homelander run off the script a bit” the man tries to reason

“And have him spout off a racist comment within the first five seconds of being on live TV? Yeah no thanks” the other executive shuts down the idea.

Their tedious conversation is interrupted suddenly by the loud blaring of the hotels fire alarm. They look at each other in shock briefly before spouting off complaints on the lack of professionalism.

The other executive tries to get up and unlock the door before quickly realising it’s locked from the inside.

“Give us your damn key” he demands with a scoff and an open palm, his irritation only growing as the hotels sprinkler system activates because of the fire alarm.

You simply shake your head and remain still as a statue next to the miniature bar. The executive practically growls as he begins charging towards you with an infuriated expression.

“Listen here, you little bitch” the executive yells out as he storms towards you “give me the fucking key, now-“

He’s interrupted by his own gurgling as his head slowly slips off of his shoulders and on to the floor and his body collapses. Your custom made metal bartending tray with razor sharp edges has embedded itself in the wall in the other side of the room on its journey through the executives throat.

The man lets out a scream as he looks at his friends now headless body before scrambling for the door and trying his hardest to yank it open.

“God, you people don’t know how to ask nicely for anything huh?” You say with a chuckle as you undo the bow tie and rolling up the sleeves of your bartending uniform, you scoff when you notice the man’s attempts to open the door “no point in doing that, even if you somehow managed to open it, you’d face two of my men who have been standing guard since we got in here”

The man stares at the door as he contemplates his options before he backs away from the door and arms himself with a cheese knife from the cheese board and stares at you. You almost chuckle at his sad attempts at self defence.

The man looks at you before arming himself with the knife and charging at you with the intent to kill you to escape.

You smirk as you make eye contact with the man while he’s charging at you, your pupils expanding to almost fill the entire eye.

The man stops suddenly and stands there in silence for a few tense seconds before dropping the knife and gripping his throat desperately, clawing at it like a feral cat.

Sweat accumulates on the man’s body as he feels it harder to breath and his body begins to fill with pains extending from his chest.

“They always go for the attack approach” you comment to yourself with a laugh as you go to the door to unlock it and let the other men enter

They give you a nod as they go to take the headless man’s body away, the man crawling desperately to them in a silent cry for help.

“They aren’t on your side, stupid” you say with a laugh as you crouch in front of him “they get the same payout as me, it’s unlikely they’ll give that up to help a fat slob like you”

The man claws at his chest before looking at the drink you handed him earlier. He then tries jamming his fat fingers down his throat

“What are you doing?” You ask confused before following his line of site and laughing “you think i poisoned you? Please, I’m not that sloppy”

You let out a laugh as you sit cross legged in front of the desperately dying man who looks at you with a mix of fear and confusion.

“Your overdosing” you say calmly as you grab his hair and lift up his head and look into his wild eyes “slowly and painfully”

The man lets out gurgled sounds of pain and confusion as he claws at your legs as if asking for mercy.

“Now we both know a good Christian man like yourself doesn’t do drugs, that’s the message you spread to the press anyway” you say with a smirk “so let me explain, I’m currently giving you the effects of cocaine which would usually be a pleasant experience but I’m making sure you get the effects of too much cocaine”

The men who had removed the body come back in and began to set the scene in the hotel meeting room, trashing things and laying out lines of coke on the table and around the room.

“I could have chosen a more pleasant drug to do this with, a less painful one” you explain with a chuckle “but you pissed off the wrong people and our client has asked that we do this as painfully and humiliating as possible”

You get up and you get a small bit of coke on your fingertips. You grip the man’s jaw until his mouth opens and you let out a huff of disgust as you put your fingers in his mouth and you spread the cocaine on his gums to leave physical residue for the post mortuary exam to uncover and the press to exploit and use.

“This isn’t gonna look good for you, a good Christian man found overdosed on coke” you say with a grin “what will the wife think?”

The man’s eyes well up with tears as he sobs out in pain. You laugh with a grin as you get up and use your heel to tip him on his back.

“Sugar” one of your friends call as he finishes dressing the room for the press pictures “we only have five minutes to leave before the supes get here, hurry up and finish it”

You sigh before giving a thumbs up to your two friends who were becoming increasingly more anxious as the time goes on, you think about making them experience the effects of a Xanax to get them to chill out but you decide against it with a shake of your head.

“Well then, guess our time has ended here” you say with a grin as you look down at the dying man “Edgar sends his regards, don’t piss off people with connections like he has if you want to stay alive next time”

You increase the dosage mentally as your eyes connect which pushes him over the edge and the life slowly drains from his eyes.

“Sugar” your friend yells again as you go over to where your tray had embedded itself in the wall “two minutes, hurry the fuck up”

“One sec” you say with a huff as you grab the tray and pull it free from the wall.

You pull the tray free with a groan before cleaning the blood from it. It shines as you hold it up to your face and you stare into your own eyes while you recite the chemical makeup for the cocaine and the dosage in your head, you watch as your pupils dilate to the large size again before feeling the familiar sensation of energisation fill your body pleasantly.

“Okay, ready” you say with a excited grin as you grab your friends hands and begin to run out the room “let’s get out of here”

You and your friends leave quickly and run free, leaving behind the slumped over dead body of the executive who had been making challenging decisions within vought.

You hoped Mr Edgar would be happy enough with your job to leave a hefty tip.

This is probably super stupid but I’ve had the idea for this kinda of power for ages and I just needed to write it down.

Let me know what you think :)

[tojigasm]

Thinking about Annie's strap so hard rn

her on top, kissing at your pretty tits and keeping your wrists locked together in her hand held above your head.

"So pretty," she coos, placing a line of kisses down the column of your neck and across your jaw.

Your legs are curled around her waist, dragging the girth of the pink silicon cock deeper into your heat.

Angling her hips, she begins a soft rhythm that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head and your toes curling.

"Oh, there she is." Annie coos, plump lips spreading over her teeth in a soft smile. "Y'feel good, hon?"

Nodding, you rut yourself upwards, trying to rub your clit against the rubber of the harness. Annie pushes your hips down instantly, overpowering you completely.

"Lemme do it fr'you, baby."

[6rookie-writer0110]

Request )- Could you do Starlight from The Boys x Captain America male reader headcannons?

•In the beginning you and Annie didn't get along.

•She thought you were like Soldier Boy, but you told her you are nothing like him.

•That changed she actually got to know you.

•You asked her out on a date and she hesitated but she said yes. She hasn't had luck in relationships.

•Annie wanted to keep the relationship a secret and you agreed to it. She didn't want Homelander to find out and hurt you.

•Slowly you and Annie started to open up to each other.

•When she is alone with you, she is very affectionate with you.

•You would help Annie fight bad guys.

•She did ask about the shield and you showed her how to use it.

•Annie thinks it's hot when you pick up heavy things.

•She blush when you tell her she is beautiful and you would blush when she calls you handsome.

•Someone disrespected Annie then you lost it. Annie had to use her powers on you to stop you before killing the person.

•Most times you would stay at her place.

•You and Annie would ignore each other after having an argument.

•Annie always likes to cuddle with you.

•You and Annie would train together.

•Annie and A-Train were fighting then you stepped in to help your girlfriend.

•Annie quit the seven, you stood by her side.

•You and Annie have strong feelings for each other but haven't said those three words.

•Annie asked you to move in with her and you said yes.

•On your birthday, she tried to make your favorite cake.

•Annie has kept a few shirts of yours.

•You let your girlfriend use your shield to fight Stormfront. Also, you let Kimiko and Queen Maeve use your shield to fight Stormfront.

•But Storm front punched you, then you punched her then Annie punched her in the face.

“Nazi bitch. Nice punch, Annie” You said.

•Keep helping Annie get stronger with her powers.

•When you feel stressed out, Annie knows how to comfort you.

•Annie has been feeling overwhelmed and she started to ignore you. But she told you how she has been feeling and you started to comfort her.

[angelyuji]

Ok, here´s my idea with The Deep (:

Kevin falls in love with the reader who's a genuinely good person and she's a friend of The Boys so they try to keep her away from Kevin (mostly Annie) but he still manages to get closer to the reader

hey anon! i'm sorry if this isn't want you wanted :( i've started rewatching the boys and i did a thorough deep dive into his fandom page and i think i got it tbh

also sorry its short, i wanted to go full fanfic, but i felt that this was better fit for your request <3

warnings: the usual yandereness :)

you’ve been friends with hughie and annie for a while, so you’ve met the seven and the boys many times

the boys and your friends try keep you away from the seven for the most part

but (unfortunately for you) the deep had formed a crush on you

mr. kevin moskowitz is insanely insecure so when he saw someone so positive and good

he believed that getting close to you would make him a good person too

he’s not at all flirty or charming, like he’s a mess, and yet you still end up getting close with him

you’d be visiting annie at Vought and on your way to her, you will always run into kevin

he’ll talk about work then end up just telling you about the shitty things that happened to him and his insecurities

and at first, you felt really bad for him so you let him use you as a confidant, but the more you see him, the faster you start seeing him as a friend.

he believes you’d be able to change him

annie and the boys obviously are very against your friendship, but (like a dumbass) you ignore their warnings and continue your friendship

obviously, as time goes on, you continue to regard kevin as a friend, but his feelings change

his crush starts off as innocent but turns obsessive

he starts off just wanting your company to stalking to… um more!

annie would threaten to kill him if he goes near you again

but lmao that does not work cause it’ll go from meeting at Vought to meeting at cafés to meeting at each other’s homes.

once you’ve reached that stage, he’ll take you

he wouldn’t hurt you of course, unless he gets… restless

he needs your help, he needs you to fix him

and the only way to save him is using your love :)

[supernatural-bias]

───── ❝ i'm stronger. i'm better. i am better ❞ ─────

the boys drabbles:

the boys with a reader that matches their energy would include | the boys x reader | headcanons

★ > ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ < ★

[lovelybucky1]

im getting drunk so send me thots for wade, logan, and any of the boys characters to ramble about

I DO SHIPS TOO PLEASE SEND SHIPS I WAMT TO TALK ABOUT SHIPS

[eatmyheartoutjpg]

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗦 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

Other Masterlists & Request Rules: Here

NON-SPECIFIED ;; 1. Golden Child: In which Vought has a golden child, a favorite supe, you.

1. Work Gossip: Homelander and you don't have a label, but everyone in Vought knows about it and they gossip (yes, so do the supes). 2. Interlude: Homelander goes to you during a break from filming. 3. Compromised: You're the captain of a special operation and Homelander interrupts, sadly, you're well acquainted with his appearances and very agitated.

1. Translator: One secret in Vought was that Black Noir had a interpretor of sorts, someone who understood him. Said person is the one everyone finds to figure out what Noir wants.

More to come! I just began writing for The Boys!!

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[multifandomfanficss]

Let It Snow

Annie January/Reader/Hughie Campbell

Prompt: You fight the bitter cold New York City streets for Christmas presents and come home to warm up with your girlfriend and boyfriend: Annie and Hughie.

Warnings: None? Maybe just worrying about the future? A little bit of kissing. Just a little. No use of pronouns or Y/N.

A/N: I’ve been thinking about domestic life with Annie and Hughie a lot lately. It’s been keeping me afloat as of late. Very self indulgent Christmastime fic. Crossposted on my ao3 adriansglasses.

“Almost there.” You mumbled to yourself. You were the kind of cold where your skin was starting to hurt and you just wanted to be home. It was 20 degrees, but it felt like 15 in the dead of winter, as the unforgiving wind deflected off the tall buildings. Winter in New York was never fun. You were cold to the bone. It was a sharp contrast to the sweltering heat you’d felt in the Times Square train station. The subway underground stations were always so terribly hot this time of year. You wanted every layer you could find to walk outside, but the second you’d step downstairs it would be so hot you couldn’t breathe. Now you were off the train and it was the least of your problems, but the nearest subway station was a bit of a hike to the apartment. Usually a few city blocks would be just a little inconvenient, but now the 10 minute walk was unbearable in this weather. You could see the red awning to your small apartment sticking out down the street. You were so close, so very close. You wanted to put a pep in your step, but you were so cold you couldn’t manage anything more.

“God, I’m so fucking cold!” You stated as you walked through the door.

“Honey, why didn’t you take a Uber?” Annie immediately comes to meet you at the door, Hughie following not far behind her.

“Because an Uber from Times Square was $90 when it should have been $30, but of course there’s gotta be some big event going on to scam tourists. It’s the week before Christmas and everyone and their mother wants to come ice skating and see the tree because they watched Elf and Home Alone 2 about a hundred too many times.” You say through chattering teeth.

“Why were you in Times Square?” Hughie asks.

“That is none of your business!” You smile with rosy windburnt cheeks, a present for Hughie hiding behind your back.

“Oh really?” Hughie teases getting closer. You put the bag in one hand and wrap your other cold hand around his arm. He yelps, “Ah! Cold hands! Cold hands!”

“You walked right into that one.” Annie laughs. “Come here, baby.”

You take off your coat, hiding the bag under it and setting it on the table briefly before walking over to Annie. She takes your hands in hers. You watch her eyes glow and your hands instantly warm. You sigh in relief.

“Is that any better?” She asks.

“Much better.” You smile as she kisses your forehead.

“What about me?” Hughie pouts, wanting attention.

“You didn’t go out in the cold and fight every tourist in New York just to get us Christmas presents.” Annie says in a serious, but teasing tone that makes you giggle.

“Annie, I think I’m still cold.” You smile.

“Oh yeah? Where?” She asks.

“Everywhere.” You smile.

“Oh? Everywhere, huh?” She smirks.

“I’m so cold I might have to go lay in bed sandwiched between my lovely girlfriend and boyfriend for the the rest of the night.” You can’t help the big smile spread across your face. You were so happy to be home.

“Is that so?” Annie asks.

“That’s very so.” You respond.

You drag Annie and Hughie into the bedroom, getting comfortable while Hughie flips through Netflix trying to find a good movie to watch.

“I’m telling you all the Christmas classics are on YouTube ripped from old DVD’s or VHS’ for free.” You try to steal the remote.

“Give me a second. You’re so impatient! Cold! Cold feet!” You interrupt him by putting your cold feet on his legs under the blanket.

“I told you I was still cold.” You say innocently. Annie is laughing next to you.

“You are so annoying!” Hughie rolls over on top of you starting to litter soft quick kisses all over you.

“Hughie, knock it off!” You’re in a fit of giggles.

“You asked me to warm you up.” He pauses looking down at you.

“Annie, help!” You jokingly whine.

“You provoked him. You’re on your own with this one.” Annie laughs.

“Oh, some superhero you are. Thanks a lot.” You joke, before looking back to Hughie and stealing a kiss from his lips. “I wanna watch the Grinch. I don’t care which one it is, as long as it’s not the new one with Benedict Cumberbatch.”

“Oh, obviously.” Hughie agrees, sliding off of you. You settle with your head on his chest. He pulls you into his side. Annie settles in behind you, spooning you. You’re finally warming up, totally encased in your two loves. You sigh.

“I’m glad things are like this right now.” You smile, cuddling into Hughie.

“What do you mean?” He asks.

“You know…”, you pause, “…normal.”

“It’s really nice.” Annie smiles, her hold on your waist getting a bit tighter. You turn your head back and give Annie a soft kiss. The last couple years hadn’t been easy on any of you.

“Is it weird I’m worried it won’t last?” You ask. You didn’t want to ruin the night, but it was like word vomit coming from your mouth.

“No, I am too.” Hughie’s voice is more somber now. His hold on you grows tighter.

“Me too.” Annie admits. “But I am never going back to that tower. They can’t make me. I’m staying right here in this apartment with the loves of my life and we’re gonna keep each other safe.” She promises.

“Yeah, we’ll be okay as long as we stick together.” Hughie reassures. “Fuck Homelander, Fuck Vought, it’s Christmas.” Hughie smiles.

“Yeah. Too many people are buying merch right now. They care too much about their money. They won’t try anything. We’re in the safe zone.” Annie says, placing a kiss on your shoulder.

“You guys are probably right.” Your body starts to relax in their embrace. You didn’t even realize the tension your body was holding until it wasn’t there anymore.

“Even Homelander won’t risk ruining Christmas. His heart doesn’t need to grow two sizes, but his wallet does.” Hughie jokes.

“That and his sick need of approval. He’s not willing to make America hate him that much.” Annie adds, more seriously.

“I don’t know if it’s nice or scary that the world just pretends it isn’t shitty in the name of holiday cheer.” You ponder.

“Well that’s depressing.” Hughie sighs.

“Sorry.”

“I think the break is nice. I love when my biggest problem is having to see the relative I don’t like or that Grandma’s cooking has gone downhill with age.” Hughie gives a dry laugh.

“Yeah her cookies aren’t what they used to be.” You crack a soft smile, but it falters. “I guess… I guess it just sucks knowing that come January 2nd the world’s just gonna come crashing down again. I guess that’s capitalism for ya.”

“It might, but you know what doesn’t end January 2nd?” Annie starts

“What?” You ask.

“Us. Hughie and I love you very much and we’re always going to have each other. That part isn’t fake or waiting to implode.” Annie promises.

“Actually, speak for yourself.” Hughie jokes.

“Shut up and get over here.” Annie pulls him over you for a kiss. You watch them kiss above you. The two most beautiful people you’d ever seen and they loved you.

“My turn.” You pull Hughie down to kiss you, weaving your fingers through his curls. Next you shift to kiss Annie. “I love you both so much.”

“We love you too.” Hughie smiles.

“Do you love me enough to go make popcorn?” You smile innocently. Hughie steals another kiss.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” He gets out of bed.

“He thinks I’m cute! He thinks I’m cute!” You quote.

“Now I kinda wanna watch Rudolph.” Annie pulls you closer.

“I could go for Rudolph.” You agree.

“I’ll be back. Just don’t start it without me.” Hughie pleads.

“Okay. I’ll go find it on YouTube! Because that’s where all the classics are!” You yell down the hall.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” Hughie mocks over, slamming cupboards and clanking dishes trying to make your popcorn.

You smile to yourself. They were right. This was real and it wasn’t going anywhere.

[thegr33nc0met]

The Boys Masterlist

♥︎Hughie Campbell

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♥︎Billy Butcher

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♥︎Mothers Milk

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♥︎Frenchie

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♥︎Kimiko

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♥︎Annie January

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♥︎Homelander

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♥︎Queen Maeve

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♥︎A-Train

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♥︎The Deep

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