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I loves your other soldier boy fic please make another one

Tech Savvy || The Boys Imagine

(Platonic) Soldier Boy x GN!Reader

Summary: To make communications easier, the team agreed to get Soldier Boy a smart phone. You were tasked to teach him how to use it.

Warning: none, just a bit of swearing and fun stuff

Author's Note: Thank you! I'm glad you loved it! I know its been a long while since you sent the request (forgive me, i've been busy😔), and this is a little short but i hope you also enjoy this one :]

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"Alright, so, this is my phone number." You point to the screen where your phone number was listed on its contact list. "Every phone number is unique, and this one belongs to my phone. If you-"

"Yeah, yeah." Soldier Boy interrupts, rolling his eyes. "I know what a telephone number is. I'm not THAT old."

You chuckle playfully, then continue to explain what the symbols on the screen mean, and how to type using the touch screen, which he seems to struggle a little bit, considering how small the keyboard is compared to his fingers.

"Now, let's try it." You stand up from your seat, "I'm going to the next room, and you should text me."

"No, we don't need to do that."

"Yes. Yes, we do."

"I told you i got it. I'm not some idiot."

"If you truly get it, then you wouldn't mind if we try it out, then, right? Unless you can't do it and that's why you're avoiding to practice it." You give him a look.

"Fine."

You leave, and go to another room. As you sit down on a chair, a notification pops up. He successfully sent you a message.

SB: Bastard You: Wow thanks :) You: Try giving me a call now

You wait patiently. It takes a whole minute for him to remember where the call button is. Eventually, the notification pops up, and you answer the call.

"Congratulations!" You say to him through the phone. "I guess you're not as tech illiterate as i thought."

"Of fucking course, i know how telephones work. We had it too back then."

"Oh, really? How about you video call me right now then?" You challenge him with a grin, though he can't see it. If he really was listening to your explanation earlier, he should know how to do it too.

A while later, the video notification appears, and you accepted the request. The live feed of his face suddenly fills your screen.

"See? I told you, i'm not an idiot."

You nod in approval, giving him a playful frown, "Maybe i underestimated you."

"You fuckin' did. Now what?"

"End the call, and i'll go over there."

He doesn't say another word, and ends the call. You get up, heading back to the room he's in, and find him still in his seat.

"What else do you want?" He asks in annoyance.

"Oh, nothing. Just making sure that you have all our contacts." You go over to him and look through his contact list. "Also, do you have any questions?"

"No."

"Okay then," you give him the phone back, and turn around about to leave, "I'll see ya later."

"Wait." He stops you.

"Yes, my lovely student?"

"First, don't call me that." He cringes at you, which makes you laugh. "And second, i saw that Asian kid playing games on the phone. How can i do that?"

"Oh, just go to the app store. You can get some games and other stuff from there."

"The what?"

"The app store."

"Alright." He stands up and starts putting on his jacket. You watch as he heads towards the door.

Confused, you ask him, "Where are you going?"

"The app store."

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Hi if you take requests could I send one in for being part of the boys Kimiko looking after R like a sibling figure and R is reckless and worries her and the rest of the boys.

A Taste of Death || The Boys Imagine

(Platonic) Kimiko Miyashiro x GN!Reader

Summary: The mission is to kidnap a Vought scientist from a lab, hoping to get information out of him, but what you get is a taste of death instead. Maybe you shouldn't have taken that Temp V for this.

Warning: non-graphic suicide

Author's Note: Hi! Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy this one :]

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The first time you took Temp V, it wasn't very obvious what your power is. Unlike Hughie who teleports, or Butcher and his laser eyes, your new ability is something that isn't really visible nor useful in combat.

Your power is a lot like Mesmer, the not-so-famous Supe who can read memories through touch. But, not only can you read others' memories, you can also feel and experience them, which you don't really know is good or bad... until today.

The team separated into different groups. You and Kimiko are tasked to kidnap a scientist from the lab or at least get some important information out of him. Unfortunately, the scientist manages to get a hold of your gun, then points it to himself.

He pulls the trigger, but the gun jams, leaving a few seconds for you to sprint towards him. Seeing you approaching, he panics, trying a few times to fix the jammed gun, and as you finally reach him, your power activates, letting you see his memories. However, it doesn't last for even 5 seconds as the gun unjams and releases a bullet that goes straight through his head.

The sensation of getting shot transfers almost perfectly into your mind, except there's no pain.

The scientist falls to the ground with a thud, and you freeze in place, with your whole body shaking.

Did you just experience... death?

Kimiko comes up from behind you. She ignores the dead scientist, and immediately turns to you. It's not your first time seeing someone getting killed, so when she realizes you're not moving, she knows there's something wrong, then very worriedly signs, 'Are you alright?!'

You're too shocked to say anything. There's a weird feeling all over your body, as if someone just drowned you in ice water. You're also getting goosebumps all over.

She shakes you by the shoulders, like trying to wake you up from this weird trance you're in. When you finally look at her, your voice shake as you speak, "I feel like... i just died?"

'What do you mean?'

"I took Temp V, and-"

She knows about you taking Temp V and the power it gives you, but she's not aware that you're using it right at this moment.

You continue, "I was still in his mind when he..."

Her previously sour expression turns into something more sympathetic. As a Supe with regenerative abilities, she's died and come back to life several times by now, it's almost like she got used to it. You, on the other hand, are just a normal person. She realizes how horrifying that experience must be for you, even though you didn't actually die.

'Did you get hurt?'

"No, no, i'm okay."

She lets out a sigh, a mixture of disapproval and relief, then aggressively signs, 'Don't you dare do something like that again.'

"Sorry."

The team notices your abnormal behavior for the rest of the day, and when they learn about what happened, they definitely won't let you take more Temp V in the future.

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Hello all! i just wanna say that i do see the requests in my inbox, and i am working on them.

To be honest, I wasn't planning to do requests because i didn't think people would ask from me. Surprisingly, i received some, and it makes me feel very honored, so thank you :]

With that said, i'm sorry that it's all taking a while. For the past weeks i've been busy with stuff, so i don't write as much. But again, i assure you, i'm working on them :]

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Can you do (Platonic) Homelander X reader. Like in S4E4, you were the only scientist that actually treated homelander as a actual human child and not a experiment, but then were fire for interfering with an experiment. And years later when he grows up and invite everyone back to the lab including the reader

Consequence || The Boys Imagine

(Platonic) Homelander x Scientist!GN!Reader

Summary: You are one of the scientists who worked on Homelander many years ago. One day he brings you back to the lab, for old times' sake, he says.

Warning: Canon typical violence and gore (not explicit)

Author's Note: Im so sorry but i dont fully understand your request! I hope this is close enough to what you're asking for :]

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You recall the elevator ride from many years ago. It didn't use to be this long. Or maybe that's because you just witnessed Homelander shooting lasers at the security guards upstairs, all that to let you and him into the old lab. He probably can hear your heart beating abnormally fast.

"Do you think everyone will be there?" He asks.

You take a long breath, "Maybe not. Some of them probably don't work for the company anymore."

There is a moment of silence before he asks again, "Do you miss them?"

You think about it for a minute. His question feels like a test somehow. But, you've always been honest with him, and you're not going to stop now. "Not really, since they fired me."

"Right."

Homelander is a ticking time bomb. Since the beginning, you knew he was going to grow up with so much negativity from all that experimentation, and eventually explode. The least you could do was be kind to him, considering he was a literal child. Even now, you still feel a little bit of sympathy for him. But, it probably doesn't matter since he might have just brought you there to end your life along with the other scientists'. After all, there's no denying that you did work in that lab.

You sigh quietly. You didn't even get to say goodbye to your family when he picked you up at your current workplace.

The elevator dings, and the door opens, revealing the very same lab that you remember working in. The old faces try so hard to look delighted, but you can tell that they're as horrified as you.

"John?" Marty exclaimed in surprise.

"Homelander." The supe corrects him with an unending smile. "Just, Homelander." He then glances at you, putting an arm on your shoulder. "But [Y/N] is here too, y'know? You should greet them too."

You and Marty exchange a look. It's been years since the last time you talked to him. Though he's glad to see you after all these years, it is far outweighed by the horror of Homelander's presence.

Marty gives you a nod, "[Y/N]."

You return the nod, "Good to see you again, Marty."

"Well, well, well," Homelander steps forward with the box of cake while looking around, "I see that this place hasn't changed much."

He starts to talk and talk about his days in the lab. To the others, it might be an enlightening experience as he exposes their faults and... avenge it. Even if they didn't believe in god, they start praying inside their heads. Frank is the first to go, then Marty second. Thankfully, Barbara shows up before a third victim comes. But, oh, how wrong you are.

You stand there, breathing heavily, as Homelander closes the door to the Red Room. There's blood everywhere on his suit and hair, then as he turns around, his face is also covered in blood. But, the most terrifying part? His smile.

You hide your trembling hands behind your back. As much as you dislike how the other scientists treated him, you'd never think they'd end up like this.

"You alright?" You attempt to be nice to him, even if it's the last thing you do.

He laughs and approaches you slowly, "There should be more people like you in this world."

"You're one of a kind." He continues. "Most people are inconsistent. They're very prone to change, depending on where they are in the wheel of life- up or down- but, you? You're the same all around, then and now. That's great!"

He pats you on the back, leaving red stains on it, and guides you out. Apparently, he respects you enough to let you live, and not lock you in that room of corpses with Barbara.

As you arrive home safe and intact (physically, at least), you sigh in relief, feeling indebted to your alma mater for forcing you to take a class in ethics.

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Finally saw the last eps of season 4!!! I always had a feeling that its gonna have a "bad" ending that will lead up to big stuff in the next season, yknow like avengers infinity war and endgame, so when i actually saw it happen i was like I KNEW IT!!! Anyway, i cant wait for season 5!! And if soldier boy is really returning you bet im gonna lose my mind skxbejxbkdhdxh

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Midnight || The Boys Imagine

(Platonic) Hughie Campbell x GN!Reader

Summary: You left something at the office, so you go back there, not expecting Hughie to be there too, crying quietly in the dark.

Warning: [Spoilers?] I like to imagine that he's crying about his dad (in S4E5), but there's really no mention of it, so it could be about anything if you want

Author's Note: The fic writer's curse is so real, i literally got a fever while writing this lmao

You never believed in ghosts, and you're not scared of them whatsoever, but it's a different story when you actually get to encounter one. For example: the faint cries from the other side of the door, you hate to admit, makes your heart beat faster. It takes a while for you to gather up enough courage and enter. Fortunately, there are no ghosts in sight, only Hughie, and yet your stomach still drops when you realize he's sobbing into his jacket near the window.

"Hughie?"

He takes a glance at you, and quickly tries to wipe the tears off his face.

You're reminded of an article from somewhere, stating that in this situation, some people would want to be left alone, while others would want to be comforted by another person. You try to guess which type he is, probably the former since he's sitting alone in the dark like that, but your body doesn't care and moves on its own, taking you closer to him.

"Are you okay?"

"No, not really, to be honest." He chuckles.

"Yeah, that was a stupid question. I don't know why i even asked." You let out a small laugh along with him.

He gives you a sad smile and tries to change the subject, "So, what brings you here?"

"Right." you head to your desk awkwardly, "I forgot something," you then pick up the thing you came for, showing it to him, "My charger."

He chuckles again, but it sounds a lot like sobbing. You're not sure whether to laugh with him or not. "You forgot your charger and decided to pick it up in the middle of the night? Seriously?"

"Well, yeah," You look down, at the rolled up charger in your hands, "My phone was gonna die. I didn't want to miss any emergencies."

You meet his eyes again. They sparkle with sorrow, reflecting city lights from outside the window.

"And this qualifies as an emergency, i believe." You say as you step closer, "Do you want to tell me why you're here like this?"

He stays silent, thinking about it for a moment.

"Or I can leave, if that's what you want."

Still no answer.

You take a deep breath. To be honest, you're worried about him, but if he doesn't want to talk about it, then you can't force him to.

"Okay, i understand." You say as you take a step away.

"Wait." He stops you, his voice cracking, "Actually, can you.. can you stay?"

"Of course."

So, you carefully sit down next to him, your legs crossed and your back against the window. He's still breathing irregularly, wiping away tears with his jacket sleeves every now and then. You can't rush him, so you wait for him to talk more, but he doesn't say anything.

In order for you to say the right things, he needs to tell you what's going on, but without such information, all you can do is gently pat him on the shoulder while he weeps. Since he doesn't thwart your hand away, you assume he's not bothered by your attempt to comfort him, which is good. But, you wish you can do more for him.

After a moment of silence, you decide to speak. "It's okay. Everything is going to be alright. It must've been such an exhausting day for you."

"I just-" he stutters with a sob, turning to face you, "I just wish things were different."

"I'm sorry." You feel a pang in your heart as you listen to his words. "I can't pretend to know what you're going through." You reply, "But, just know that i'm here for you, and i will always be, yeah?"

He nods, and pulls you in for a tight hug, whispering, "Thank you."

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A Game of Updog || The Boys Imagine

(Platonic) Soldier Boy x GN!Reader Featuring: Butcher, Hughie

Summary: Set in S3E7. The car ride to Mindstorm is too quiet for your liking. You decide to spice things up by trying out the updog trick on good ol' Soldier Boy.

Warning: None, just silly stuff

"Do you smell that?"

Soldier Boy, who's sitting next to you in the passenger seat, looks at you weird and starts smelling the car, "What?"

Hughie does the same in the front seat, "I don't smell anything."

"Really? 'Cause it smells a lot like updog in here."

Hughie manages to keep himself from smiling, not that you can see it, but he knows exactly what you're trying to do and will not mess it up for you. Soldier Boy, on the other hand, squints at you in confusion, "What's-"

"Oh, for fuck's sake." Butcher interrupts, also aware of your trick, and is trying to stop it. "We are NOT on a fucking road trip to the Dolomites. Can i just have a tiny bit of peace while i'm driving?"

Soldier Boy raises his eyebrows at Butcher. He seemed fine with you and Soldier Boy talking just an hour ago.

"Sorry," you tell him, "It's just... i'm bored, and the car smells like updog."

There it is again, the word he doesn't understand. Hughie was kind enough to explain new words like bluetooth and internet, so maybe this is another new thing... or it's a sensitive topic to Butcher, judging by how aggressively he reacted. Soldier Boy opens his mouth to speak, but Butcher beat him to it again.

"Fine!" Butcher rolls his eyes, "If you can't shut up, why don't we talk about Mindstorm, hm?"

"Okay." You sigh, leaning back into your seat, then turns to face Soldier Boy. "Do tell us about him."

"Well, he can read your mind." He says, matter-of-factly.

You look at him, waiting for him to continue, but he doesn't say anything else. "Is that it?" You ask.

"What, don't you know him?"

"Nope," You shake your head, "I don't know much about him, or you, or any of Payback to be honest."

Soldier Boy seems surprised. He thought that his former team was popular. Perhaps the times have changed and the younger people are no longer taught about the predecessors of The Seven.

"Oh, but it's because i used to be indifferent about these things, not because you're not famous." You assure him. "You heard it yourself, the things Homelander say about you."

"Right. Anyway," He shrugs it off, "Mindstorm can get inside your head too, so don't look him in the eye."

"Where am i supposed to look, then?"

"Anywhere but his eyes." He answers with a cheeky smile.

"Okay."

"And he's also kinda strong."

"Is he as strong as updog?"

"What's updog?"

"I don't know, what's up with you?"

Finally! The moment you've been waiting for! Your eyes sparkle with delight as you grin from ear to ear, celebrating the success of your little game.

Soldier Boy only stares at you, eyes furrowed and speechless, trying to process what just happened. Hughie is looking outside the window, failing to hide a little laughter. Next to him, Butcher groans loudly, mumbling curses under his breath.

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Masterlist

Updated 09/02/2025

Woah i didn't expect to have written this much fics! So here's a masterlist for it lol. These are all platonic and gender-neutral btw. And they are in order from newest to oldest :)

==THE BOYS==

Tech Savvy (Soldier Boy x Reader)

-> To make communications easier, the team agreed to get Soldier Boy a smart phone. You were tasked to teach him how to use it.

A Taste of Death (Kimiko x Reader)

-> The mission is to kidnap a Vought scientist from a lab, hoping to get information out of him, but what you get is a taste of death instead. Maybe you shouldn't have taken the Temp V for this.

Consequence (Homelander x Scientist!Reader)

-> You are one of the scientists who worked on Homelander many years ago. One day he brings you back to the lab, for old times' sake, he says.

Midnight (Hughie x Reader)

-> You left something at the office, so you go back there, not expecting Hughie to be there too, crying quietly in the dark.

A Game of Updog (Soldier Boy x Reader - ft. Butcher, Hughie)

-> Set in S3E7. The car ride to Mindstorm is too quiet for your liking. You decide to spice things up by trying out the updog trick on good ol' Soldier Boy.

Just Between Us (Hughie x Reader, Kimiko x Reader)

-> Set in S4E4. Hughie and Kimiko arrives at the office thinking it would be empty. But there you are, wondering where they've been and whose blood are on their clothes.

Your Body, Your Choice (The Boys x Reader)

-> Set in S3E3. Hughie asks Kimiko to break his arm. MM and Frenchie looks worried, while Butcher thinks it's amusing. You try to come up with a better idea.

Pitch Black Therapy (Hughie x Supe!Reader)

-> Set in S2E6. After escaping the asylum, the boys went on their respective missions, leaving you, Lamplighter, and Hughie in Mallory's safehouse. Hughie gets curious about you and your power.

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Just Between Us || The Boys Imagine

(Platonic) Hughie Campbell x GN!Reader (Platonic) Kimiko Miyashiro x GN!Reader

Summary: Set in S4E4. Hughie and Kimiko arrives at the office thinking it would be empty. But there you are, wondering where they've been and whose blood are on their clothes.

Warning: Spoilers for S4E4, ankle injury

Ever since you became a part of The Boys, you find yourself watching news on the TV more often. The people they put on the screen are not reliable most of the time. The information they share differ from what truly happened, but that's what makes it entertaining, the fact that you know they're blatantly lying through their teeth.

The TV lights up the office with its flashing, but dim colors. You don't even bother turning on the lamps, because you don't plan to stay there long.

As the presenter moves on to talk about a recent incident with Firecracker and Starlight, the door to the office opens.

Kimiko and Hughie enters, their arms supporting each other up. Kimiko's shirt is ripped off, and Hughie has a makeshift cast on his ankle. Both of them have blood on their faces and clothes, looking like they just got hit by a car or something.

You immediately get up from your seat, hurrying to help them. "What the hell happened to you two?"

As you help Hughie to a chair, Kimiko sits down and takes out her phone to type. 'We met A-Train, then got attacked by Shining Light.'

"A-Train? Are you serious? What were you guys doing with him?"

Kimiko glances frustratingly at Hughie, who is sitting on the chair next to her. He's oddly quiet. Then, she types on her phone again, 'He made a deal with him.'

"What deal?" You ask him, but he looks away.

Instead, Kimiko types, 'Getting a compound v.'

"I just-" He finally speaks, "It's the only way i can save my dad, okay?"

You let out a sigh, unable to argue. If you could save someone you love by turning them into a supe, you totally would too. At this moment though, you can't really say that out loud, so you decide to just get a medkit and patch them up.

'Treat him first. He can't heal like i do.'

"Alright." So you grab a chair and place it near him. Sitting down, you open the medkit, then gesture to him, "Give me your injured foot."

He puts his foot up, resting it on your lap, while Kimiko cleans herself beside you.

"Did you do this?" You ask Kimiko about the splint. She nods with a small smile. You return the smile, "Nice."

Carefully, you start cutting the tape of his DIY splint, then takes off his shoe and sock, revealing his bruised ankle. It's blue and a bit swollen. You take out the elastic bandage from the medkit and ask him, "Do you know how to properly wrap a bandage around your ankle?"

"No, uh, i don't..."

"Alright." You assure him, "I'll teach you right here so you can do it yourself later. Pay attention, yeah?"

He nods, and watches as you start with the bridge of his foot, around the bottom, then to his achilles tendon, and back to the bridge, which then you repeat until the roll is out. Lastly, you put the two clips on, and ensure they don't fall off.

"It feels so much better now, thanks a lot." He says, "How did you learn to do that though?"

You shrug, "I've sprained my foot before. Couldn't walk properly for a few weeks."

"You're telling me, i won't be able to walk for a few weeks?"

"Not really. You could walk a bit, earlier, right? So i'm guessing your injury is not as bad as mine. Just don't put your weight on it, and also, it would be better if you position it above your heart to let the blood flow."

He let out a breath, "Alright." Then moves the foot to a desk.

Kimiko pokes your shoulder to get your attention, then turns around, pointing to a spot on her back that has blood on it.

"You want me to help clean it?" You ask, to which she nods. "Of course."

The injury on that spot has already healed, but not completely. From the shape, you guess it was a gunshot. You shake your head. Sure, she's a supe who can regenerate, but it must've been painful to experience all that.

"You said you were attacked by Shining Light people," you say as you use a wet cotton on her injury, "What were they doing over there? I thought you were just making a deal with A-Train?"

She picks up her phone, and types, 'I killed a bunch of them, and they came for me.'

"Wait, you killed them? When?"

'A while ago.'

"You mean, that time when you left with Frenchie?"

She nods.

"I see."

You finish cleaning her injury, then tidy up the medical tools as Hughie also finished patching up a cut on his thigh by himself.

He then speaks up, "I'd really appreciate it if you don't tell the others about today."

"To be honest, they'll probably know sooner or later." You reply, which causes Hughie to look down in guilt. Then, you continue with a reassuring smile, "But yeah, don't worry, i'll keep this whole thing just between us."

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Your Body, Your Choice || The Boys Imagine

(Platonic) The Boys x GN!Reader

Summary: Hughie asks Kimiko to break his arm. MM and Frenchie looks worried, while Butcher thinks it's amusing. You try to come up with a better idea.

Warning: Canon typical violence

You're sitting near the window, looking down at the cars and people passing by. But still keeping your ears out for the others' conversation.

"Can you please, uhh, break my arm?" You hear Hughie say.

All eyes goes to him. You have to admit, Hughie is crazier than you thought. Even Kimiko is surprised by his guts as she sits up straight in her chair, eyebrows furrowed.

"Vicky can smell it if i fake being sick, so, it's gotta be real, and it's gotta last for days."

"Fucking hell, Hughie." Butcher laughs, shaking his head. You can tell that he's amused by the idea though, and to be honest, you are too.

"You do know that a broken arm takes more than 'days' to heal though, right?" You speak up.

"I'm aware, yeah."

"Alright." You lean back to your seat.

Frenchie looks through his pockets, "This is something for the pain. I got opium." He says as he throws the bottle at Hughie.

"Government employees can't fail the piss test." Hughie replies, throwing the bottle back at Frenchie, whose eyes are wide and mouth open in disbelief. He's really going to raw dog it, huh?

"Just get this over with, okay?" says Hughie as he offers his arm, "Just do it, pretty fast."

Kimiko shrugs, and does not hesitate to grab his arm.

"Wait." You stop them, "Your limbs are, like, important. Maybe we can break something else?"

"Like what?"

"I dunno," you pause to think, "Something that won't hinder your movements, like... one of your ribs?"

"That's even worse than my arm!"

"Yeah, okay. It's your body, your choice, i guess."

Butcher, MM, and Frenchie exchange glances.

MM steps closer, looking more worried than Hughie himself, "Are you sure about this?"

Hughie nods.

"Alright." MM replies, "At least make yourself comfortable. Have a seat."

Hughie sits down on the chair he offered.

"We've been here three minutes and it's already the bold and the batshit." MM says as he shakes his head, putting a layer of plastic bag on Hughie's lap. He gestures to Hughie's arm, showing Kimiko where to do it, "Right here, clean break, no permanent damage."

MM steps back, arms folded, while Kimiko starts to feel Hughie's arm, and nods to him.

Hughie takes a breath, "Okay. Yeah. One, two-"

Before he could say three, Kimiko breaks his arm. For a brief moment, his scream is mixed with laughter, but eventually he shouts in pain, "WHAT THE SHIT?!"

You wince at the sight, then turn to face Butcher, who didn't even flinch and is calmly sipping his cup of tea, hiding a small smile behind it.

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Being the Youngest Member of the Boys

Billy Butcher

Almost never calls you by your name. It’s either “kid” or “that fuckin’ kid” if you’ve done something. Sometimes you’re “little shit” if you’re in real trouble.

Whatever qualms he may have had about recruiting you in the beginning, it’s far gone now. You’re in the shit now, no turning back. It’s likely you two meet by sheer accident, like a sibling or relative was the one joined up with him, and after they were killed he came upon you. Or perhaps your parent’s “accidental” murder by a Supe was high profile, and he meant to ask you for information, not expecting you’d be a good candidate to help him with revenge. Well, no matter how it happened, you’re here now.

You’re something of a morality chain for Billy. Even when he’s angry and too damn stubborn and self-destructive, there’s always a ledge you manage to pull him away from, whether you intend to or not.

And if he ever does lose his temper at you, the others are quick to come to your defense. If he’s the reason you joined up, he gets a ton of shit from Frenchie and MM for bringing a kid on board. Sometimes he apologizes for getting pissed at you… sometimes.

You shouldn’t be afraid to call him out or direct him to a different plan. He might listen, he might not. But there’s something about a fresh-faced kid, with eyes getting darker by the day, telling him he’s full of shit.

There are days when he deeply regrets bringing you along. Wondering if there’s family worried about you, knowing if that’s the case and watching you ignore their calls. Or if you’re all alone, and this screwed up band is all you have, what would happen if they all died and left you the next day. He wonders what Mallory would think, hell, what Becca would think. But he pushes those thoughts aside and keeps on.

Even if you’ve been wronged and you’re suffering as much as them, if you’re a Supe, Billy will lash out and see you as “them” when emotions are high. He’ll be fine most days, apart from a sarcastic comment here and there. You might even get a compliment if you save their asses using your powers. But on the bad days, his distrust and dislike is obvious. You’ll call him out on his bullshit, mentioning all the times your powers has helped them, but Billy doesn’t want to hear it. Sometimes he apologizes, sometimes he won’t. The others will come to your defense and see you as one of them, and Billy will experience the regret and self-loathing of bringing a kid on board and taking out his shit on them. The guy’s got issues, and you unintentionally bring out a lot of them.

Hughie Campbell

“It’s Monday. Shouldn’t you, like … be in school or something?”

When you irritably tell Hughie you’ve graduated, he doesn’t believe it. Then he’s wondering how the hell you got roped into this, and if you should be here — nevermind he’s not exactly qualified, either.

Hughie is the one that speaks up for you when Billy is being too harsh, or Frenchie is teasing too much. While MM is more parental, he’s more brotherly. Hughie never had siblings but falling into a “sheepish older brother that just wants the best for you” role comes easy. If you’re more of the shy and quiet type, he finds himself trying to get you to open up and talk about yourself. If you’re more fiery and outgoing, he probably ends up getting dragged around by your whims.

When things get bad, he often suggests you go back home, where it’s safe. If you have a good home life with loving parents, he and MM are ready to send you back. If you’re basically on your own, he’s more sympathetic, but still doesn’t want you getting dragged into their nonsense.

Absolutely terrified and worries even more if you murder someone. Look, he’s done it too, but — seriously, aren’t you too fucking young for this?! What’s Billy thinking?

If the stress and pressure of being in the Boys is getting to you, he understands completely. Hughie will take you aside and try to talk to you, again suggesting that you should step away before it gets worse. Okay, he’s not that much older than you, but it’s starting to mess with him that a kid is getting this involved. You still have a chance at a “normal” future.

If you’re a Supe, Hughie is one of the most sympathetic towards you. He sees you as a kid that should be protected and doesn’t deserve the shit they grew up with. Whenever Annie tells him about her childhood, he finds himself asking you questions the next day, wondering if it was the same. If you’re the sort to use your powers to help them and save others, Hughie absolutely can’t see you as the "bad guy" and defends you regularly.

Frenchie

Totally takes the piss out of Billy for bringing you here. “What are you doing here, huh? You think this is a game? Go back to your maman!”

(He’ll feel awful if you tell him you don’t have anywhere to go back to, especially if a Supe caused it. Or if you’ve always been on your own. Oh no, his protectiveness is kicking in — oh no, he wants to get you some proper food and make sure you have a place to sleep and —)

Frenchie introduces you to his line of work if you’re interested, showing you how to safely handle weapons or how he conducts some of his research. He tries to be sober around you, even if you aren’t technically a child anymore, he can’t help it. He’ll snap any alcohol or drugs out of your hands and tell Hughie to keep an eye on you.

(If you routinely disobey Hughie or give him the slip, Frenchie rolls his eyes and tells MM to do it).

He wants to know about you, learn about your situation. He’ll tell you some of his, if it comforts you. Frenchie is definitely projecting some of his past on you, but he’s also highly empathetic. He can tell when you’re pretending like you’re fine and not overwhelmed by the sheer batshit insanity this group gets up to.

Many times he suggests you should just run away, put this all behind you. Go somewhere safe. He’ll curse Billy for bringing you around, curse you for insisting on staying. Even if you’re damn useful, he worries.

Yeah, you’ll basically end up an adopted younger sibling. You, Frenchie and Kimiko will cook up something for the group while Billy is missing, Hughie is off somewhere and MM is with his family. The three of you will make your own little rituals and routine, and everytime you glance over he has a bright smile on his face.

If you’re a Supe, Frenchie’s opinion of you is the same. You’re still too young to be here, and he’s not so sure Billy will play nice forever. If you’re using your powers to help and protect them, Frenchie will be even more defensive and protective of you. He’ll absolutely give you a proud smile and kiss on the cheek when you save his ass.

Melvin Milk

He suspected you were probably young, but wait a second — there’s no damn way you’re out of high school. It doesn’t matter, he rounds on Billy for bringing you here. MM gets straight to the point, asking you why you think it’s a good idea to be part of his plans. Don’t you have a family? Friends? Anywhere to go? What could have possibly led you here?

MM is great at listening to you without judgment. He listens without comment until you finish, but then he can’t help himself. He has to try to talk you out of it. If you’re truly determined to help the Boys, he’s keeping a close eye on you.

Which is to say, you now have an overprotective dad. Sorry, no take-backsies.

He makes sure you’re eating well, you’re getting sleep, you aren’t on jobs that are too dangerous. Are you interested in college? Please say yes, he’ll help you study. Please tell him you have a job somewhere, he’ll help you get a place. Okay yes you’ve told him you want to stay but can you please reconsider —

A large part of his worry is how he might see his daughter in you, and some of the young men he counseled in the correctional facility. He knows you’re at a turning point in your life, and he’d like for you to choose the right path. It hurts to see you alone in the world. You too young for this shit. Don’t give him any of that “I’m mature for my age” crap. You’re too young.

Still, when you really need advice or just a shoulder to cry on, MM will put aside his worrying and warnings and just let you express your feelings. He’s glad you’re talking to him, and not bottling it up. He wants to be someone you can rely on, and he has the experience to help you through panic attacks and stress.

He will absolutely go feral papa wolf on anyone that tries to hurt you. If Billy’s plan intentionally puts you in danger, MM will flip. He’s not about to let a kid fight their battles, or be their bait.

While he isn’t thrilled about bringing a Supe into the group, he can’t find himself resenting you. MM wouldn’t treat you any differently, and might actually forget about your powers… Until you use them. At first you see the discomfort in his expression, but once it’s obvious you’re using your powers to help people, he goes to bat to defend you. Once the truth of Compound V gets out, his first thought is to check up on you and make sure you’re alright.

Kimiko Miyashiro

Initially, Kimiko was avoiding you and not interacting at all. You expected that, but you still tried to communicate with her, and did your best to make her comfortable. She’d stare while you prepared food or brought her blankets, but not in the intense way she stared down Billy. Sometimes you thought she was trying to remember your face.

Her expression was getting softer around you, and she found herself being more open to communicating with you. Kimiko was watching your interactions with others, trying to figure out young you were. She wondered how the hell you ended up with these men, what would have drove you to help them, and before she knew it, her protectiveness was beginning to grow.

It was a bittersweet sort of feeling. She thought of how she protected her younger brother, and often she found herself protecting you, either by literally shielding you from something dangerous or glaring down someone that insulted you. She kept close to you and Frenchie, since the two of you were the only ones bothering to treat her like a person.

She’d listen with apt attention if you told her about why you were here, and what your life before the Boys was like. If it was a good life, you see a ghost of a smile cross her face. She likes listening to your happier memories. If it wasn’t a good one, there’s an expression of empathy. Of understanding. Someone should have been there for you.

There’s no avoiding her more overprotective tendencies. She’ll use her strength to pull you away from a room, try to keep you from going into a dangerous situation, take a gun from you, and so on. You’ll always seem fragile to her, both because of your age and your lack of powers. Her protectiveness reaches its peak when her brother dies, and she wants you as close as possible, as if you’re a security blanket.

If you’re a Supe with powers similar to her, Kimiko’s protection is less keeping your physical safety and more making sure you’re emotionally safe. She doesn’t trust the others much besides Frenchie, and they don’t hide their distrust of you and her. She might feel like you’re in the same boat. On the same team, so to speak. She might open up earlier to you, and would be grateful at your attempts to help her brother.

[cainsau]

Pitch Black Therapy || The Boys Imagine

(Platonic) Hughie Campbell x Supe!GN!Reader

Summary: After escaping the asylum, the boys went on their respective missions, leaving you, Lamplighter, and Hughie in Mallory's safehouse. Hughie gets curious about you and your power.

You were told to stay in Mallory's house with Lamplighter and Hughie while the others went on their errands. It was a strange situation, considering that you and Lamplighter used to be on opposite sides in the asylum. He never harmed you specifically, but you could hear all the screams and crackling of fire whenever he had to burn someone, which made your headaches worse back when you were stuck in the cell with those bright lights. You would often glare at him, but he couldn't tell, because you always had a pair of sunglasses on ever since the escape.

If glaring at him felt good, it felt even better to not see him at all, so you made yourself comfortable in the kitchen for a while, until Hughie came.

"Hi." He said with a smile. "Not sure if i've officially introduced myself before, but i'm Hughie."

"Oh, hey," You reached out a hand towards him, offering a handshake, "I'm [Y/N]."

At first, he was taken aback by your normality. Whenever he introduced himself, it usually brought out a hostile reaction for some reason. He was just trying to be nice, but people didn't seem to like it, and now finally someone appreciated it.

You both sat on the kitchen stools in silence while you drank a can of soda, only accompanied by muffled voices of the TV in the other room.

He glanced curiously at you a few times, and finally gave in. "Hey, uh, you always wear those sunglasses. Are they, like, your trademark style or is there something… else going on?"

You chuckled, almost choking on your drink, "Man, i wish it was a style choice. But no, it's a side effect, i suppose. Everything's too bright for me."

"Sounds terrible." He grimaced. "What kind of power do you have that does that? Is it, like, night vision or something?"

"I do have night vision, but my power is... well," You paused for a moment, trying your best to find the correct words, "I can blind people."

"Blind people? Turning people blind?"

"Pretty much." You finished your drink, and threw the can towards the trash bin, but missed. "I can generate darkness and submerge people in it, causing them to not be able to see anything." You walked over and picked up the can, dropping it into the bin. "It also works on cameras and stuff."

"Whoa. That's cool... but scary, but... cool."

You then turned around to face him. "Do you want to see?"

"I think the question should be: do i want to 'not' see?" He joked, which earned a small laugh from you. "That seems horrifying, to be honest."

"You know, actually, i heard that there's people who pay to experience having all sensory inputs removed. They say it's therapeutic." You said, pretending to try to convince him as you returned to your seat. "You don't wanna try some pitch black therapy? Free of charge."

He shook his head dramatically, "Nope, no way."

"Alright, alright." You put both hands up, a playful gesture of backing down. "But seriously though, i think you should try once, so that you're not too shocked if i have to use it in the field later."

He thought about it for a moment, it actually made sense. "You're probably right."

"Great! I'll go for five seconds, how does that sound?" You clasped your hands together, ready to start.

"Woah, hold on, you seem way too excited about this." He chuckled.

"What can i say? I'm new to this too."

"Right." He nodded. "Five seconds is enough, i think."

"Okay, on three. One. Two. Three." You released your hands, and a pitch black substance appeared from between them, expanding instantly until it engulfed the whole room.

One second in. Hughie jumped a bit in his seat, frantically looking around for any source of light. Two seconds. You could see him panicking a little. Three. He brought his hands right in front of his eyes and waved it, but he could see nothing. Four. He put his hands back on the kitchen counter, relieved that it was still there. Five. The room turned back normal.

He seemed a bit disoriented, suddenly being able to see again.

"You alright?" You asked, feeling a little bad.

"Yeah, no, it's just... i thought it would be a regular kind of darkness, where i could still see a little bit of movement or something, y'know? But i couldn't see anything at all. Like, if i had to experience that for the first time while we're out there? I'd probably get a heart attack or something."

"Yeah..." You smiled apologetically. "Sorry."

"No, it's fine, you were right, and that was pretty awesome. Not therapeutic at all though."

You gave a small laugh, which Hughie returned.

[cainsau]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ includes: billy butcher, hughie campbell, frenchie, mothers milk, kimiko, and soldier boy

↳ warnings: canon type violence and happenstances. hinted to take place during season three at some points.

↳ notes: sorry butcher is in here so much. he's the kind of guy that can't shut the fuck up, so i feel like he's always getting in everyone business no matter what

↳ song: rock me like a hurricane—scorpions

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𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫

• He has mixed feelings about you

• On one hand, you’re a great team player. Always making sure the job gets done, willing to put yourself on the line for the team, one of the most willing to kill a supe in a snap—second only to him—and always managing to make shit up on the fly whenever something inevitably goes wrong on a mission. Butcher has seen you fend off an entire team of armed Vought men before with nothing but a well timed lie and piece of pipe. That’s not something to scoff at, even if he does anyways

• But on the other hand, he has a feeling that you were just as much as an annoying shit as he acted sometimes

• “Sorry to say this guys—“ You said one night through the food in your mouth as Chinese takeout sat on a dirty table in front of you, curtesy of M.M and his pocketbook, “—but I think I’d betray you all for a fortune cookie. I’d betray my country for a fortune cookie.”

• "You say that like we ain’t already betrayin’ the cunts, sunshine.” Butcher eyed you from across the room as you nicked Frenchies own cookie from him while he was staring off at Kimiko for the tenth time that night

• “Too right, Butch.” You grinned like a shark at your idiotic nickname for him, and he ignored you as you did so; like he always did

• He definitely appreciates your enthusiasm behind his plans. Unlike Hughie or M.M, who despite working in the business of taking down supes seem to be hesitant about doing too much shit, you don’t seem to have a very strong moral code. That’s not necessarily a good thing in anyone’s eyes except for Butcher’s, who knows that he can always count on you to have his back in whatever situation he manages to squeeze himself into

• “Thanks for comin’.” He grunted at you while vomiting into a toilet, green bile spewing from his mouth. Butcher’s eyes burned with the urge to let out a laser beam, and he did so for a moment, splitting the porcelain throne we was leaning over in two

• “Want me to hold your hair back for you, honey?” You didn’t even miss a beat to start making fun of his situation, which made Butcher growl at you even from his current position. Despite your sarcastic demeanor in the moment, and the way he had just scorched an unexpected hole through the shitty bathroom, Butcher knew you’d help, no questions asked. And that’s exactly what you did, grabbing whatever he asked you to as he gave you a run down on the latest solo mission he had been attempting to get by with on his own

• “Jesus, poor Gunpowder huh?” You mused as you crossed your arms and leaned on the sink above him. For a moment Butcher thought you were granting the dead supe a bit of sympathy before he saw the glint in your eyes. “If the last thing I saw before I kicked it was your mug, I’d probably wanna get it over with yeah?”

• “Do me a favor. Go grab the toaster in the other room an’ take a nice bath with it, would ya?”

• “You first, Butcher.”

𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥

• The two of you are like peas in a pod. Two very weird, very cautious peas in a pod

• Even if Butcher is beside himself with annoyance at having another, as he put it, “soft cunt with a morality complex,” join the team, Hughie couldn’t be happier that someone seems to share his values on supes, on Vought; on the world, really

• In the first season or so, the two of you would probably spend a lot of time in between working with everyone else in the field to come up with a way to take Vought down the right way. Eventually,as we all know, that later falls apart, but it exhilarates Hughie to know that there’s people out there like him that want to try and put in the effort for things like that

• “Yeah, so if we can get one more witness about the Termite incident to come forward and testify—“ You bit your pen between your teeth and nodded as Hughie waved his hands over a stack of papers and talked at a million miles an hour, somehow understanding each and every word.

• “—then we could finally take a supe down legally. And that would make way for a whole round of others; Hughie you’re a genius.” You finished his sentence for him, slapping a hand down on the table with a grin as Hughie smiled. Somewhere in the distance someone snorted wryly, no doubt having heard the entire conversation. You had no doubt it was Butcher, but that didn’t matter to the either of you with how happy you were at the revelation. No matter how temporary it would turn out to be

• Hughie finds himself trusting you quite a bit. He can get attached pretty easily, so he finds himself willing to do anything to back you up—within reason of course. He still has some semblance of sanity left

• Listens to Billy Joel with you! Doesn’t matter if you all are coming back from a mission covered in blood—once it was whale guts—he will stick one earbud in and leave the other out for you as he presses play on a mix. More than once the others have found both of you passed out and snoring as the faint sound of Billy Joel plays through the headphones

• “Think we should wake them up, mon amie?” Frenchie tilts his head as he looks down on the both of you. Hughie chest rises and falls with a softness he couldn’t afford on the regular. You were positioned far away from him to have your back to him, somehow keeping your end of the earbud in as you drooled

• “Nah, let em sleep. God knows they need it.” M.M shook his head with crossed arms, the sight reminding him of better times

• “Oi! Stop ogling at the knackered sods and come help me with this, would ya?”

• “Fuck you, Butcher.” M.M said with a sigh, leaving the room to go and help anyway

𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞

• He fucks with you so hard

• I mean, come on, someone that’s as excited about making bombs as he is? Someone that is willing to understand French? To shit talk everyone else to their face—especially Butcher?? He might have to marry you on the spot

• Please learn French. He will literally beg you to start. Conjugates, vocabulary, even a simple ‘please’ and ‘thank you’. Anything at all. Will absolutely not judge you for your horrific accent or pronunciation if you have any

• Bomb lessons on the side, too. If you already know the basics, or are a pro, it’ll be a lot more breezy, but he’s willing to start from scratch. It’ll be nice to have a partner to help him with his creations on the team for once, and even better since he likes you

• The two of you, and Kimiko obviously, are practically joined at the hip. What I said about the shit talking earlier was real, too. All of you use different languages or sign to voice whatever you’re thinking. It’s nice to be able to speak your mind freely, and there’s the added bonus of not having M.M give you that sharp look of his, or Butcher calling you names. Anymore than usual, that is

• “What do you reckon the three of ‘em are always on about?” Butcher took a swig from his drink. He was sitting next to Hughie with a beer on one of their down days as the younger man typed away on a computer. He was watching you Frenchie and Kimiko from across the room as you all signed at each other with giant smiles on your face. Frenchie would speak occasionally, but all that came out was his mother tongue, and your face would pause for a moment as you let your brain process what he was saying. Then all of you would break out into another round of grins, something that Butcher had to deadpan at

• “Probably planning a coup.” Hughie answered Butcher without even looking up from his screen. He knew who he was talking about anyways. It wasn’t hard to guess thanks, to the occasional loud exclamation from Frenchie as you signed something particularly risqué or funny

• Butcher flitted his eyes away in annoyance from you all after he recognized the word ‘cunt’ in the passing conversation, along with a sign that was clearly supposed to represent him

• “I think at this poin’ I’d prefer tha’.” He grumbled into his cup, and all of you laughed

• “Cheer up, Butcher. At least Frenchie isn’t teaching them how to make homemade cherry bombs again.”

• “Shut up.”

𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐤

• Finally. Someone other than him can be the voice of reason in the group

• It’s tiring being the one to hold everyone together all of the time. It might help if Butcher wasn’t so much of an ass, or if Hughie didn’t feel the need to derail every plan with thoughts of his own, but M.M knew that wouldn’t be happening anytime soon. So he’d take any help he could get with reigning everyone in

• Definitely bonds with you over your shared habit of wearing band t-shirts to meetups or hideouts. I’d like to imagine that at one point the both of you show up wearing the exact same one, and it goes exactly how one would expect

• “Same shirt.” M.M notices one morning, pointing at your torso with the initials N.W.A written over it. He’s smiling, and so are you as what he’s wearing in turn dawns on you

• “Same shirt!! Hell yeah.”

• Fist bumps. Fist bumps galore, man. The two of you fist bump a lot. To punctuate sentences, drive a point home, agree on stuff—anything. It’s your own way of communicating with each other without having to bat an eye

• It’ll take M.M a while, but eventually he’ll start to really open up about missing his family to you. Beyond just showing you pictures of his daughter at soccer practice, I mean. If he trusts you enough to have his back in a shoot out, then he trusts you with this

• At one point, it goes farther than his (regrettably ex) wife and daughter, and eventually branches out into what he’s willing to tell about his dad and brothers. You feel like you know all of them by the time he’s done, and that only makes the typewriter story hit harder when he finally decides to reveal it

• Let’s just say you were pretty willing to jump Soldier Boy on M.M’s half the first time you were left in a room with them

• “Just one swing I swear—“

• “He will literally beat you into a pulp.” M.M deadpanned, doing his best to avoid looking at the other imposing figure in the room as he clasped two hands on either of your shoulders

• “Listen to your friend, sweetheart. Would hate to have to scrub my hands clean of any of your blood. Getting under the fingernails is always hard.”

• “See what I mean, just one punch that’s all—“

• “No.”

𝐊𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐨

• It’s honestly great for her to be able to hang around someone that feels the same way that she does. Maybe it’s how silent you are that really draws her attention at first, but Kimiko really grows to appreciate you as a member of the team

• Probably gets a lot of joy from having a friend like you. She constantly asks to do things like have you watch movies with her or to do ‘sleepovers,’ which are really just the two of you crashing on the main room couch together

• She never got a chance at a normal childhood or friends, so you and Frenchie are the closest she gets to a peace of mind

• Not even a question about it, she’s making you learn her sign language

• Will stare at you for days on end, saying nothing but everything at the same time until you agree to learn. Once you do, it’s all over. She gets the biggest most happiest look anyone ever seen, and there’s no turning back from that

• “Kimiko, what are you doing. It’s two in the morning.” You groan at her from under the thin covers of your bed, doing your best to ignore her hands as they fly about. It’s the childish equivalent of ‘if I can’t see you, you can’t see me’

• ‘No time to sleep. We have to go over stuff before the mission tomorrow. It will help us communicate.’ She was unnerved by your lack of enthusiasm. If anything it only spurred her on more, shaking your bed and pulling at your covers as you groaned. Even with the progress you had been making with signing over the past few weeks, your knowledge was still a bit shaky, and being half asleep didn’t help, so you only caught a few words. Enough to know what she wanted, however

• “Go away, Kimiko.” You whined. The shaking stopped, and for a moment you thought your request had worked. You were more than happy to fall back into whatever dream you had been having beforehand

• Then you heard the rushing of feet and a large weight slammed onto your legs

• “Goddamnit!—“

• Frenchie found the both of you the next morning; Kimiko looking bright eyed and bushy-tailed while you were practically falling asleep from where you sat. It was a teasing point for you over the next two weeks

• Between you, there’s moments like that where, despite Kimiko’s silence and your habit to keep your thoughts to yourself, nothing ever goes unseen or unsaid. The two of you know each other like the back of your hands, and sometimes you wonder if you’d even need her sign to communicate

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬: 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐲

• If the saying ‘this town is only big enough for the both of us’ could apply here, it absolutely would

• It’s almost ironic how bad Soldier Boy handles another version of himself. You’ve got just as much snark and anger as him, and it pisses him the hell off. Constantly.

• Maybe it’s because you didn’t fan boy over him as soon as he flashed a few cheesy lines that keeps his disdain for you boiling, or that you didn’t keep your distance when he threatened to eradicate your entire bloodline if you didn’t stop running your mouth at him

• “Need help with that?” He cocks a brow at you one day, watching with poorly hidden annoyance as you struggle to tie a knot in your shoes for the fifth time in a minute. The offer isn’t serious, and even if it was, he has no doubt you wouldn’t hesitate to kick him in the face if he bent down to tie your shoe for you

• “Need help taking my dick down your throat?” You parroted back at him while raising your voice in a false-happy tone. Finally you get the shoestrings to cooperate, completely missing the way Soldier Boy glows in a harsh warning at your attitude

• “Ladies, ladies, you’re both pretty.” Butcher calls from the room over, no doubt tired of the bickering between the two of you that had been nonstop for the past few days. “Let’s get a move on before one of you decides to claw the others bloody eyes out, yeah?”

• The fact that you’re not even a supe just ticks him off more. Only a few people have ever pushed his buttons like this, most of them being supes, and they always ended up being nothing but red paste in the next few minutes

• You make sure to point it out to him several times that you’re just acting like he always does, making sure to don a shit eating grin when he clenches his fist at your comment

• Please for the love of everything that’s holy tone it the fuck down. Some people may say that Soldier Boy has no self-control, but it sure is taking a whole lot of it not to kick you in the crotch as hard as possible

• “The feelings mutual.” You deadpan at him when he eventually shares that fantasy out loud. He knew full well that if you even so much as tried that, you’d end up with a broken ankle and your front pinned to the closest brick wall, but he had no doubts that you would go for it anyway

• Seriously. How has he not murdered you in your sleep yet

[cainsau]

But then minor inconvenience!reader gets into some real trouble, she gets hurt and this time its not her fault at all so you bet your ass he's putting the other guy in jail because nobody hurts his favorite junior criminal 😣

THIS IS SO CUTE???😭😭😭

like imagine you get in an accident, like a real accident, one that lands you in a hospital bed for a couple days to a week. guy was driving while (allegedly) distracted, and you happen to be crossing the street at the time he was about to blow through an orange light (a legal requirement to stop). who’s at fault? the man, for failing to stop? or you, for not waiting fully for the pedestrian indicator light to change?

that’s what the court is going to determine, and vincent is hellbent to ensure that you’re not the one found negligent. it’s an easy case for him to represent, and he won’t deny the smug satisfaction he feels when he hears the final verdict of prison time for the driver.

he’d never admit it, and part of him refuses to even entertain it, but he’s got a bit of a protective streak for you. you are his most loyal client after all.

[cainsau]

Scenario inspired from the tag on your last anon: becoming a menace to the town and causing minor inconveniences just so you could see the lawyer again 😂😂😂

no bc lets be for real. it would be so much fun.

i can see it: you’re young (at least compared to the average age demographic of the town lmao) and not to mention bored. the first time you had gotten in trouble was entirely an accident—how were you supposed to know that the farmer moved his cattle to a different pasture while his fence got mended? and how were you supposed to know you were technically trespassing on said property? you don’t recall seeing any markers, and besides, you were just going on a casual walk with your dog. and that very dog may or may not have charged the cows before you had a chance to tighten your hold on the lead. hence, the trouble came when one of the younger calves was minority wounded by a quick bite from your dog.

and that is how you first met maître vincent renzi. you were sat in the town’s small police station, just finishing up the written portion of your statement when he walked in. and goddamn it. as much as you hated your dog right now, you wanted to thank it because how else would you have come to meet a man like that. (under better circumstances, ideally).

“bonjour,” his voice was deep, matching the depth of his eyes as they watched you. then he continued in english, “my name is vincent, i’ll be representing you in court.”

as thrilled as you were to be introducing yourself to such a handsome man, you instantly groaned in disbelief. “that old shit is actually taking this to court?”

and that, is how you came to know the man who now groans every time he sees you wander into the office, a shy smile and hand scratching the back of your neck as you explain how you kinda need him to talk you out of a minor trouble with your landlord again. or how you didn’t mean to park in the wrong spot and need help navigating how to contest a parking violation. or (his personal favorite) how were you supposed to know that in france it’s illegal to snap a picture of a policeman in uniform? (he was cute and you wanted to brag to your friends, sue you).

needless to say, you’ve become a face vincent has to suppress a groan every time he sees. he’d never admit it, but he does find it mildly humoring the type of shit you manage to get yourself into.

[cainsau]

JEN VINCENT SHOTGUNNING SMOKE INTO YOUR MOUTH I'M GONNA PASS OUT JUST THINKING ABOUT IT

anon i kid you the fuck not, i have a work of this very thing sitting in my drafts as we speak (call it divine providence)

—however, that one isn’t done quite yet, so in the mean time, i offer you this quick little drabble

vincent doesn’t care for when you smoke. he doesn’t like the thought of such a bad vice of his influencing you. when the two of you moved in together, he made it a quiet habit of sneaking off to the balcony after you’ve fallen asleep or before you wake up to light a quick smoke. sometimes you’d wake up and join him on the balcony, your pretty eyes silently begging him to let you have a little hit. and no matter how many weak reasons or excuses he gives you, he always caves.

he watches as you bring the cigarette to your lips, your hair blowing across your face as you take a drag, the tip illuminating in the dim evening light. he watches as you exhale, his eyes aglow as he motions for you to come closer. you smile gently as you stand chest to chest, leaning into him as he reclines his hips on the rail of the balcony. your fingers delicately place the cigarette between his lips.

“that’s a terrible habit, y’know.” your faux chastising falls on deaf ears. “you should really quit.”

he merely grins, cigarette glowing in front of his face as he inhales. then, without much warning and no resistance from you, he gently takes hold of your chin. his lips ghost over yours just barely, and you instinctively part your lips only to feel an exhale of smoke fill your mouth.

you can’t stop smiling as you suck it in, letting it linger in your lungs before letting go. your eyes meet vincent’s, cheeks warming as you notice the smugness of his expression.

“you make quitting anything impossible, dear.”

you bring your nicotine flavored lips closer to his. the cigarette burns in the ashtray, discarded and forgotten. “are you addicted to me?” you ask, a teasing lilt to your tone.

vincent chuckles softly, his hands finding your waist. his lips brush over yours as he speaks, “i’m afraid you’re the worst vice of all.”

[cainsau]

Could you do "I'd do anything to make you stay?" from the angst starters you reblogged with dano riddler please?

I'd Do Anything to Make You Stay

Dano!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 850 my favourite thing about dano!riddler is he's a brutal psychopath and i want to play with him like a little violent paperdoll 🐀💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: restraints, kidnapping, threats

You felt a warm, tickling sensation on your cheek as a tear rolled down it, more of them escaping from your eyes despite how hard you tried to hold them back. You didn’t want to give him anything, but it was impossible now. And you were weeping, more in anger and pain than in fear. The rope had begun to cut into your wrists, though that was your own fault. You had wriggled and pulled and thrashed for what felt like hours, but the clock on the wall let you know it had only been 47 minutes since you came to, bound to the chair you struggled to escape from.

Around you, you could make out some basic shapes. Crates? Boxes, maybe. A squeaking of rats, but they sounded contained, from the same space. Pets? The walls were covered in writing, or papers pinned up, but the dim light from the small lamp didn’t allow for much more to be discerned from your surroundings.

From behind you, a shuffling sound had you stopping completely still, whole body trying to listen.

“Hey! Whoever you are… you know who I am right? My… ”

You hesitated, mulling over your next line before you put it out there.

My father won’t be pleased when he finds out.

It sounded… antagonistic. Almost boastful. Perhaps, that would only land you in more trouble. You decided against saying anything, and kept your mouth pressed closed as the figure rounded your chair, crouching in front of you.

A dark jacket, a threatening mask, his eyes obscured slightly by the glasses he wore. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a roll of duct tape, tearing a strand off slowly and reaching to your face. Without considering this next move, you spat at him, your saliva landing on the cheek of his mask. He laughed, a high-pitched giggle that grew in volume and turned your blood ice cold. Rather than cleaning the mask off, he took off his glasses and removed it completely, turning to you with a soft, convivial smile when his glasses were secured on his face once again.

“Do you know who I am?”

Flicking through your memory like a rolodex, you came to the conclusion that you didn’t know him. But you were aware of the person who kidnapped you, so you offered this as an answer.

“You’re the Riddler.”

Another soft chuckle, but he was shaking his head, soft brown locks falling in front of his face.

“Yes… you’ll all know me by that moniker. It’ll go down in history. But Edward Nashton? He might be forgotten still. Overlooked. Cast aside!”

The longer his sentence went on, the louder he got, keeping a steady pace and if anything getting slower, his last words like the wails of a wounded animal.

“I don’t know any Edward… ”

“Nashton! You’ve forgotten already!”

You held your eyes closed as he screamed, trying hard to calm yourself, impossible as that seemed.

“I work for your daddy. Powerful, rich, and only because others do the hard work for him.”

A sudden realisation crept over you.

“You’re the creep from the elevator.”

His smiled faded quickly, eyes narrowing as his brow furrowed.

“That’s rude. I complimented you.”

He had, and then he hadn’t stopped staring. He had followed you out, along the corridor. Only leaving when you reached your dad’s office. And you had known it was him who sent the messages to your phone before you changed your number.

“It’s a shame you didn’t notice me any of the other times. Perhaps, we could have had something.”

Edward stood up and walked away from you, huddled in a dark corner and swallowed up by shadows. The news footage, the headlines, they swam through your brain. He targeted the elite. The corrupt. Your father kept you out of his business, but you knew he wasn’t the most honest or fair man. To get to him, would he use you? Would your father even care if it meant his own life was spared? In panic and terror, you reached the bargaining stage, desperate to set yourself free, to escape whatever plans he had for you and your father.

A last ditch attempt at flattery seemed your only course of action, and you tried to hide the grimace as you lied to him.

“Wait… wait! Eddie! I… I’m sorry for how I acted in the lift, I didn’t reject you though, you never asked.”

“You got a new phone and blocked my number.”

“Well, but… I didn’t know. If you asked me, I might change my mind! Try it! Eddie, please! I’d do anything if you let me leave, please.”

With a sharp cackle he crouched in front of you again, pulling a small switch knife from his pocket and holding it close to the restraints on your wrists. The blade frayed the ropes lightly, but he pulled it away, taunting you as he dangled it in front of your face.

“That’s funny!”

He yelled it, a maniacal laugh following it, echoing around the room.

“Because I would do anything to make you stay.”