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Alright Y'all, one of my good friends/Supernatural lover has brought this song to my attention, so I HAD to bring it to yours!!!! If you haven't listened to it.....DO IT NOW AND SHARE THE SHIT OUTTA THIS POST!!!!!
My main reason for this post is to get Mr.Winchester himself Jensen Ackles to HEAR THIS!! This lady has given one of our favorite Characters a theme song, and I think She and IT deserves all the recognition!!
Oh, and it may have got my brain going again for the next chapters of Blood Red and Second Glance! So if you haven't caught up on them, ya might wanna start now!!!! And to end this beautiful post, some random Jensen/Dean gifs and photos.
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globetrotter28 · 4 months
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Thanks for your support! Glad you enjoyed it!
Another Cover Up Masterlist
Fandom: The Boys
Soldier Boy x Reader
Summary: After Herogasm, Butcher, Hughie and Soldier Boy realise they might need more reinforcements. After doing more research, they discover the woman who was also injected with Compound V alongside Soldier Boy back in the 40’s. Everyone also thought she was KIA that day at Nicaragua. But if Soldier Boy was still alive… maybe she was too?
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globetrotter28 · 4 months
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What a legend with this compliment!! I promise there is more coming! Just gotta get back into it after a crap of a year 🫶🏻
Another Cover Up Masterlist
Fandom: The Boys
Soldier Boy x Reader
Summary: After Herogasm, Butcher, Hughie and Soldier Boy realise they might need more reinforcements. After doing more research, they discover the woman who was also injected with Compound V alongside Soldier Boy back in the 40’s. Everyone also thought she was KIA that day at Nicaragua. But if Soldier Boy was still alive… maybe she was too?
Part 1
Part 2 
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
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globetrotter28 · 5 months
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Thanks @deanwritings for the tag and sorry it’s been so long 🫣
Last song: I’ve been working my way through Brandi Carlile’s discography on Spotify, but it was Raise Hell which inspired me to get on that.
Favourite colour: red and purple
Currently watching: just finished Gen V (until next episode) and re-watching Peaky Blinders for the 3rd or 4th time. Watching Parcs and Rec for the first time and just finished all of the Yellowstone series and spin off. Obsessed!
Last Movie: I saw Oppenheimer in cinemas, I think Dreamwork’s El Dorado at home because the soundtrack and the script makes me happy and smile every time.
Sweet/Spicy/Savoury: all three, but I lean towards savoury first. Currently been craving Shapes in cheddar flavour (Aussies will understand).
Relationship: a single Pringle and happy with it!
Current obsession: making slices to share with my family, friends and colleague. Currently perfecting a Malteaser slice 😋
Last thing I googled: Conservation Handling Course - I work in Cultural Heritage and thought it’d be a good skill to expand on. Maybe work will pay for it 😅
Currently working on: I’ve been meaning to update my The Boys story but have not been able to get my mind in the right place… I have ideas on how to go and finish it, especially since it was meant to only be a one shot… but I’m close-ish… maybe in the new year. The past 6+ years have been a shit show and my mental health has been a mess. So trying to get happier with myself and who I want in my life. I’ve also had a Captain America one I want to bring over here too. I just have links to it elsewhere but wanna being here for you all to read properly. I love this community!
People I’d like to get to know better: so many have already been tagged and honestly everyone I’ve come into contact with on this platform have been great. So if anyone sees this please share and go on with it yourselves 🥰
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Thanks @bunny-extract @ivymarquis @kneelingshadowsalome and a several others! Tags are being weird lately and I'll discover later that I was tagged on a post and never got a tumblr notif :P
Last song: Elevator Eyes by Tove Lo (thanks @obligatoryghoststare) Favorite color: Aqua & various shades of blue and green Currently watching: Just finished Deutschland '89 and going to retry watching Outer Range Last movie: Evil Dead Rise Currently reading: Between books right now, thinking about re-reading Clive Barker's Imajica. Sweet/spicy/savory: Spicy. Bring the heat or get out. Relationship: Married to the American version of Captain Price Current obsession: Writing, trying new strains of indica, experiencing life on my terms Last thing I googled: Why are MacIntosh apples so hard to find? The answer is that newer cultivars are more popular for their enhanced "crunchiness" and more attractive appearance. Currently working on: Wrapping up my cold war AU and having a staring contest with the rest of my WIP.
Nine folks I'd like to get to know better (no pressure): @abyssbull @alifelongromance @fairyul @iamcautiouslyoptimistic @miyabilicious @whitewolfmystery @macravishedbymactavish @devcica @captainsy-cookiemonster
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globetrotter28 · 5 months
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Omg yes… I intend to finish Another Cover Up, but life this year has just been a lot to think about how to move on this next chapter. I’m sorry 😭🫠
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Another Cover Up (Part 10)
Fandom: The Boys
Summary: After Herogasm, Butcher, Hughie and Soldier Boy realise they might need more reinforcements. After doing more research, they discover the woman who was also injected with Compound V alongside Soldier Boy back in the 40’s. Everyone also thought she was KIA that day at Nicaragua. But if Soldier Boy was still alive… maybe she was too?
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Chapter warnings: drug use
Part 9
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The drive back to The Legend's was... awkward... to say the least...
After Butcher got Hughie back on his feet, he took him back to the car where they found Soldier Boy. He was sitting on the hood, head in his hand whilst the other was holding a fresh joint. He looked equally pissed off and defeated. Butcher had noticed that Y/N wasn't there and looked around.
"She's gone on ahead." Soldier Boy's gruff voice said. Butcher looked over to him, seeing him still with his head in his hand.
After getting the three of them into the car, he starts the engine and drives down the road that they had come in on. Soon, he see's your figure walking down the road and comes to a stop just beside you. You too come to a stop and just stare ahead, hearing Hughie and Butcher's thoughts, wondering about what Mindstorm had told the two of you.
After about a minute of contemplating whether or not you could deal with the not spoken aloud questions for almost two hours, you give up and get into the back of the car. You knock Ben's shoulder with your own as you slide in, ignoring his grunt. The air is thick with tension, coming from every single member of their rag tag group.
Ben is glaring at the back of Hughie's head, just as you are. Hughie is trying to make himself appear as small as he can, feeling the two sets of eyes staring daggers at him. Butcher is staring at the road ahead of him, feeling the tension, but lost in the nightmare he had to live in his head not long ago, his emotions all over the place, but also worrying about Soldier Boy and you strangling Hughie to death.
As you hear everyone's thoughts for approximately half an hour, you get fed up and reach forward between the two seats. Hughie flinches out of the way, pushing himself against the window as much as he can to get away from you. You give him the deadliest side-eye, as you scoff before flicking Butcher's fucked radio on.
"Anything is better than the three of your thoughts..." you grunt as you sit back into your seat, looking out at the view passing you by.
You spend the rest of the drive back listening intently to all of the song lyrics. That way you didn't have to hear their thoughts that had started to give you a killer headache... Well... it was only one of the contributing factors... When you finally pull up to the house, Ben shoves the door open and slams it behind him, making both you and Hughie flinch this time. He storms into the house, almost ripping the front door off it's hinges.
You open your door and close it behind yourself, before you walk off into the trees surrounding the house. You keep walking until you find a clearing. You walk out into the middle of it and fall back into the soft grass, breathing out a heavy breath and look up into the star-filled sky above you.
Meanwhile, Ben finds himself walking to your room. The one you both shared the night before. He sees the bed made, the corners as sharp as a blade. It was something you both picked up when you served in the army. As he walks deeper into the room, he can practically smell the sex in the air. Ben feels a slight tug at the edge of his mouth at the memory of your soft skin under his rough hands.
He finds the seat in the corner and sits in it. He feels a heaviness of emotion flood through him as he thinks about what Dan had said to both himself and Y/N. He even feels the prick of tears in his eyes at the fact that he did in fact have a son... that he missed out on the opportunity to raise said son...
Ben looks over to the phone sitting on the bedside table... he never had a need to call the Vought Tower before... he had assistants who would have done that for him, not that that ever occurred. At least not to his knowledge, why the fuck would he care anyway? He decides to pick it up, hold it to his ear, and hears the dial tone.
Yep. It's works... he dials in the number for the directory assistance and waits a moment. He's quickly greeted by a voice asking how they can help him. Once Ben tells them "Vought", the ringing tone starts.
"Vought Tower, how can I help you?" A man's voice greets him.
"I wanna speak to Homelander." Ben didn't realise how tight his throat is until that moment.
"I'm sorry, sir. What does this pertain to?" The man asks, a fed up tone to his voice. He gets a thousand calls like this every day.
"None of your fucking business." Ben growls. "Get him on the phone."
"Sir, I can't just put him on the phone with you."
"Oh, you can and you will."
"Sir, if you don't tell me what this pertains to, I can't put you through." The man sighs heavily. "Even then, it would go to his assistant if it meets the protocol."
"You listen to me, you little shit." Ben feels his blood pressure rising. "I know that building and I know where you could hide if I come looking for you. Put me through, or I will find you and blow you sky fucking high after I've pulled your inverted dick out through your mouth." Ben threatens.
The man is silent on the other end for a moment.
"I'll call him and see if he's available."
"Atta boy."
As Ben is locked away and Y/N is still outside, Hughie offers to get food.
"Fish and chips." Butcher says, a far away look on his face. He doesn't entirely know why, but maybe because it just reminded him of home. He used to take Lenny out on Fridays after school, before... well, before he left...
"Uh... sure." Hughie panics mildly. Where the hell am I going to find that? "I'll do my best."
Butcher stands there for almost an hour... just thinking about reliving his childhood... his fear of his father... his hatred of his mother for not doing anything about his father... his heartbreak of losing Lenny... and ultimately his hatred for himself for leaving Lenny behind...
He's interrupted by a feminine cough. He looks up and sees you standing there, an equally heartbroken look on your face.
"Mind if I join you?" You ask, gesturing to the whiskey next to Butcher on the pool table he's leaning against.
"Su-" Butcher coughs, realising he was crying and his throat had closed up. "Sure." He wipes the tears off his face.
Y/N walks over to lean against the table opposite Butcher grabbing the bottle of liquor. You take a large gulp and place it on the edge of the table. Arms crossed, your eyes now on Butcher's dirty old boots, you break the silence.
"Without meaning to make you uncomfortable..." you speak up. "I'm sorry about what you've been through. Both in your childhood and recently."
Butcher makes eye contact with you, and nods softly. He knows what you're saying and to his own surprise, he appreciates it.
"I'm going to tell you something... something that is really hard to say." Butcher eyes you as you look up into his brown orbs. "Hard because... I've come to respect you Billy. And if it were me in your shoes, I'd want to know."
Butcher frowns slightly, confused as to where this is going.
"Go on then". He says, hand gesturing for you to share.
"1980... October, they took me into the lab for testing. Genetic testing. They said they wanted to see if Supes were able to reproduce. A family is something I always wanted, and there hadn't been any studies done. Both Ben and I were the oldest that we knew of and neither of us had children... well... none that anyone knew about...." Y/N scoffs in reference to Ben's whorish ways. "They did a whole bunch of tests, ultrasounds, shots... eventually harvested some eggs..." you grimace at the memory of the procedure without any form of anesthetiser... like you mentioned to Butcher previously, just because you were a Supe, didn't mean you didn't feel anything... "they didn't even try to give me something for the pain..."
"Cunts..." Butcher says softly, earning him a small smile.
"I never knew until today Ben was taken in as well... or what the result was..." Butcher frowns at this... having an idea of where this is going. "Using Ben's sperm, my egg and some random woman... a child was born, spring of 1981." You swallow heavily. "A boy."
Butcher knew exactly who you were talking about. You can hear Butcher's thoughts racing around his mind. Wondering if after everything you said in the car the other day, still held up. Were you still going to help get rid of the monster that terrorised Butcher all these years...? That hurt his wife who he loved more than anything? Even scared his wife's son who he truely loved as his own...
"Yes." Your voice breaks his thoughts.
"What?"
"Yes. I will still help you, Billy." Butcher still forgot that ability of yours... "You know... people say the memory is a fragile thing. You don't always remember what you think you do, it tends to change from what actually happened, that's why the police want witness statements as soon after the event as possible. And they aren't wrong. But... when you can see what someone else once saw... once felt... an event that was... significant... traumatic. The emotions are what really stick with you. It's really the emotions that I trust, and I've seen the emotion in you... seen the emotion of your wife, of Ryan through you." Butcher feels the hope resurfacing in him. "That... monster... is not my son. Ben and I... we aren't anything but donors. We aren't anything to him. He's nothing to me."
"You haven't even met him." Butcher says.
"I don't need to. I won't lie, when Dan told us... told us that, I... I felt something. I don't know what, it was short lived. Then I just felt hatred. Something I've grown familiar with, but hatred in pretty much everything. But specifically hatred in the fact that a part of me created that man. I'm not perfect. Ben isn't perfect. You're not perfect. Fucking no one is perfect. But Homelander? He's out of control, and I may be the only one to stop him."
Butcher remains silent after hearing you speak. His phone interrupts his thoughts, and he looks down seeing a number he doesn't recognise. He decides to answer it.
It's Starlight, asking after Hughie. You can hear the conversation and grow concerned from what Annie is telling Butcher about the Temp V creating lesions in the brain. As you're listening, the static you've seen in Butcher's mind all makes sense. You knew his brain was fucked, but you never connected the dots. And you realise you'd begun to notice the same type of static on Hughie's brain.
After Butcher promises he'll tell Hughie and hangs up on Annie, he puts the phone down and looks to you.
"Billy..." you don't really know what to say until you hear a door at the top of the stairs close.
You feel the anger sweep through you again, directed at Hughie as you see him come down the stairs.
"Okay. Hi." Hughie greets, eyeing you carefully. "The only thing open was Long John Silver's. So... I guess that's kinda fish and chips, right?"
"Yeah. Nice one." Butcher says.
"I'm gonna... head up stairs..." you say, giving Butcher a look and telepathically say, "You have to tell him."
"Y/N, I-"
"Not yet." You cut off Hughie, walking right passed him and up the stairs.
You wander back to your room after you see Ben wasn't in his. As you walk into the bedroom, you see Ben putting the phone back on the hook. You pause at the door, wondering who he could be talking to until you read his thoughts.
"What did you do?" You ask, your stomach dropping to the floor knowing damn well what he just did.
"Just had a conversation with our son."
You grimace at the nausea and rage that courses through you.
"He is not our son." You hiss.
"Of course he is. He's a part of you and a part of me."
"Ben... no. That's not how this works."
"Well, what am I meant to call him?!" He yells.
"He's a fucking psychopath!" You yell back.
"What is it that he's done so bad, huh? Other than meeting him one time and talking on the phone, everything else has come from that cum guzzler and the fucking limey asshole!" Ben's chest is rising and falling with anger. "You haven't even seen him, Y/N."
"I don't need to, Ben." You calmly respond.
"What if..." Ben let's out a heavy breath, pain evident in his face. "What if he's not so bad?" His voice breaks slightly, making your heart hurt.
"Ben..." you make eye contact and move over to him. You place your hands on either side of his face, his beard tickling your palms, looking deep into his eyes. "He is bad."
"But I'm bad." His chin wobbles slightly. "The things I've done... maybe he can be different."
"No. He can't."
"Show me." He whispers.
You look between both of his eyes, reading that he's serious. He won't believe you otherwise.
"Okay." You agree, tilting his head to yours so you rest each others foreheads together, and close your eyes.
You share your conversations with Hughie and Butcher, sharing their memories and stories that you collected from them. Everything that has formed your opinion of this man, your biological son, you share with Ben. When you come to the end of it, you pull back slightly to look at Ben's face. His eyes are still closed, but a tear finds it's way falling down his cheek. You softly wipe it away with your thumb and his eyelids flutter open. You don't have to read his mind to know he still struggles with this, and that he will for a while to come.
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You and Ben didn't say much after that. You were able to convince him to have a shower, wash the day away down the drain like you wish you could with this whole situation.
After showering together and taking turns at scrubbing at one another's body, you found the food Hughie had bought and took it back to your room. Once eating you both laid down on your sides and just looked at each other.
Ben was struggling more than you expected him to. You didn't want to, but his emotions were so strong and conflicted, you couldn't help but see what he was seeing in his mind. Flashes of you and him raising a family together. Getting married, travelling, laughing and crying together... a life you would never get to have...
You ran your fingers through his hair, just like you used to when you would sneak into each others rooms when you were young. It always soothed him, and yourself also. He eventually fell asleep, and when you could see he was well into his dreams, you gently removed yourself from his embrace and left the room.
You found who you were looking for out on the balcony, smoke drifting up into the air above him.
"Those will kill you, you know."
Butcher turns to look at your gentle smirk on your face, a knowing look in your eyes.
"Yeah, well... pretty sure I'm already a dead man walking."
"Hmm." You hum as you come to lean next to him. He offers you the cigarette which you take between two fingers and bring to your mouth.
"You thinking about him?" You know butcher is asking about Homelander.
"Surprisingly, only a little. I'm more worried about Ben."
"Huh." Butcher scoffs slightly surprised.
"Yeah... Ben's actually pretty torn over it."
"Wasn't expecting that, I'll be honest." He takes a drag as you hand the smoke back to him.
"I shouldn't be surprised. He was always more sensitive than he portrayed himself to be." You eye butcher. "But most of them are."
He makes eye contact with you, and knows you're including him in that statement. He hates to admit it, but he knows you're right. It's why Rebecca stayed with him when he was always such an arsehole.
"I know it's going to be a lot to ask, Billy..." he looks at you. "But I need your help."
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Another Cover Up (Part 9)
Fandom: The Boys
Summary: After Herogasm, Butcher, Hughie and Soldier Boy realise they might need more reinforcements. After doing more research, they discover the woman who was also injected with Compound V alongside Soldier Boy back in the 40’s. Everyone also thought she was KIA that day at Nicaragua. But if Soldier Boy was still alive… maybe she was too?
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Tags: @msbadgirl @queenofspades20 @mimzy1994 @erinnkenobi @goldngguk @ateliefloresdaprimavera @roseblue373 @acarboni21 @sexyvixen7 @buckybarnes-1917 @valkyrie418 @multishipper @bxwitched @capswife @bluedragonflylady @leigh70 @xxemoluverxx @quixscentsposts @junie-keene @depressed-kay @deansbbyx @just-levyy @lacilou @ladysparkles78 @kat-nee @themerc-with-a-mouth @howlerwolfmax @horrorgirl4life @spnwoman
Chapter warnings: drug use, graphic descriptions of violence, mature language
Part 8
Series Masterlist
There’s quite a bit of dialogue from the show in this one, so a longer part for you all.
*drip - someone who is boring*
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You and Ben were both in the back seat of Butcher's piece of shit car. You were glad there was a considerate amount of leg room, because although you didn't mind being so close to Ben, his broad shoulders took up a lot of space... You'd been driving for about an hour when you shifted in your seat, a heavy huff of frustration leaving your mouth at trying to get comfortable.
"You okay back there?" Butcher asks from the drivers seat. "You been huffin' and puffin' since we bloody left." He says, annoyance evident in his tone.
"It's a bit of a tight fit..." you answer, side eyeing Ben who only looks at you with a smirk.
"You weren't complaining last night or this morning." He smirks.
"Jesus..." Hughie groans under his breath.
You glare at Ben. "Seriously?"
"Oh, c'mon...!" Ben lifts his arm and pulls you into his side. "It's not like they don't know what was going on." He chuckles smugly.
"Please!" Hughie semi-shouts. "We do not need specifics. We all heard you!"
"Who knew you were such a prude, kid...." You smirk. Hughie turns to glare at you now, to which you only raise your eyebrows. "Am I wrong?"
"Yeah, I don't know. You know what they say." Ben speaks up.
"What do they say?" Hughie asks clearly annoyed but his curiosity got the better of him.
"You gotta watch out for the quiet ones. Kinky." Ben laughs. You join in and even notice Butcher's eyes crinkled slightly in the review mirror.
After what felt like maybe ten minutes, Butcher turns the car onto a gravel road in the middle of a forest of trees and eventually pulls to a stop. You all get out of the car and make your way to the trunk, where the boys put all their gear. You bypass them all and walk back down the road a bit just watching in between the trees, already on the look out for anything Mindstorm related.
"You feeling anything?" Ben's voice interrupts your thoughts.
"Other than high as fuck, no. Not sensing him at all."
"Well we're at lest two miles out." You give Ben a look. "Hey, blame the Drip*. Turns out he might not be so great with his gadgets after all."
Meanwhile, Butcher and Hughie are still at the trunk of the car.
"Hey, why do you keep buying him like, Hefty bags full of weed?" Hughie's asks quietly, trying not to let the two stoned supes hear him.
"Better high than mental." Butcher responds, unzipping a small bag. "Takes the edge off his PTSD."
"Wait, he has PTSD?"
"Yeah, I saw it at Herogasm. It's why he keep blowing the fuck outta everything." Butcher and Hughie turn to look at Soldier Boy and Y/N talking softly to each other, their eyes glued to the tree line as they pass the joint between one and the other. "We gotta keep that Cunt dozy as a lamb."
"What about Y/N?" Hughie asks softly.
"I don't know...," they both turn back, "but I'd say what she did to those Russian soldiers when we first picked her up was a pretty good bloody indicator that she also has a lot of trauma."
"So, just to recap, he's uh, radioactive, she's a mind reader and can manipulate objects and or people, both highly traumatised and heavily self-medicated." Butcher continues to fills a syringe with Temp-V. "Feels good. Feels right."
Butcher scoffs. "Tell me about it. I mean, what sad bastard self-medicates like that, eh?" Butcher looks at Hughie and holds up the syringe.
"You pussies ready to get going?" Ben calls out. "You were in such a rush to fucking get out here."
"On our way." Butcher responds, closing the trunk and lifting the duffel bag over his shoulder.
"We're going-"
"This way." You cut Hughie off. "I know." You start walking in the direction you indicated, Ben close to you.
You were walking for roughly fifteen minutes before you notice a feeling in your chest. You don't get to give it much thought before Ben shoots around.
"What'd you say?" He asks the guys.
You look at Ben, confusion filling your thoughts, matching both Butcher and Hughie's faces.
"What?" Butcher asks
"What?" Ben responds.
"Nothin' mate. No one said nothin'." Butcher's eyes shift around your group, settling on yours for a moment.
Ben stays silent as he turns and keeps walking. Before you turn to carry on you see the boys eye each other. Ben is walking faster now, and you jog slightly to keep up with him before your super hearing picks up a metallic scratching noise.
"Oh, fuck." Is all you hear before you call out "Ben!" before there's an explosion, and you see Ben go flying before you do too.
You try to use your powers to catch yourself, but it was so sudden and you weren't able to prepare before you smack into a nearby tree. You feel your ears ringing from the blast and smoke moves across your body as you lift yourself from the ground, using the tree as leverage.
"Y/N!" You hear not with your ears, but your mind. The ringing is making it sound muffled though. You look up into Ben's green eyes, and feel a sense of calm wash over you knowing he's okay. His large hands help lift you to your feet as your eyes scan your surroundings.
You see Hughie groaning on the ground, but sense he's just shaken by the blast and being thrown a few feet. You continue to scan your eyes and mind, and see Butcher's figure on the ground and a smaller man standing over him. You shoot your powers out, violet streaking the air between you. But your disorientation means you miss your mark and Mindstorm scurries off into the forest.
"Fuck." You grunt out and notice the ringing in your head had settled down.
"C'mon." Ben holds you steady as you make your way over to Butcher, meeting Hughie who is trying to wake him by calling his name and tapping him on the face.
Ben let's you go and looks around, trying to see where Mindstorm went.
"Fucking freak... slipped away. He's gonna pick us off, one by one."
"Butcher! Butcher! Wake up!"
"That's not gonna work, kid." You tell him, seeing into Butcher's nightmare, a chill sweeping through your body.
"No, you're wasting your time. He's gone." Ben says matter of factly, kneeling down to open the duffel bag.
"What did Mindstorm do?" Hughie's panicked voice asks, looking from Ben back to you.
"Well, if it's his usual MO, trapped him in an endless nightmare till he dies of terminal dehydration." Ben drops his rag and leans down to grab his shield.
"No, there's gotta be a way we can wake him up." Hughie tries to rationalise. He turns to look at you, as you've been staring at Butcher, getting lost in his nightmare. "Y/N?" Hughes presses, trying to see if you could get him out.
"No." You say, somewhat absently. "I-I'm powerful, but... I don't know how to get rid of this for him."
"Mindstorm put him into this." Ben says, strapping his shield onto his arm. "He can snap him out."
"Okay. Great, great. Uh-"
"But he's about to be dead." This snaps you out of your funk.
"Wait." You turn back around to look at Ben.
"If we, if we grab Mindstorm, we make him help Butcher-"
"No way." Ben attempts to shut him down and walks away.
"Ben!" You walk after him.
"And then you can kill him. Then you can go to town on him. I don't give a fuck!" Hughie tries to reason.
"Hey!" Ben turns and gets close enough to Hughie that he backs up slightly. "If you're going to act hysterical, I'm going to slap you like I'm Connery." He pauses for a moment. "Now, unless you want to end up like your friend there," he gestures to Butcher, "its isn't worth the risk."
"Ben, c'mon! We can't just leave Butcher like this. He may be an asshole, but he doesn't deserve that!" You argue.
"What do you want to do? You just got surprised by fucking Mindstorm, Y/N." You swallow thickly, failure rooting itself deep within you. Ben looks back to Hughie. "Look, chin up. Deal's a deal. You help us finish this, we’ll kill Homelander. Butcher would have given up his life for that in a heartbeat."
You know after what Butcher told you, Ben wasn't wrong. Hughie looks back down at Butcher.
"So we doing this, or not?"
"I'll stay with Butcher." You offer.
"No, you're coming. You can't do anything for him." Ben orders. You don't like this side of him too much.
Hughie groans before bending down to grab the backpack.
"Leave it. We gotta move fast." Ben says, turning to walk away. "Ah!" He stops suddenly once again. "Did you hear that?"
"Ben... no." You answer softly. You recognise his mind is jumbled.
"Uh..." Hughie clears his throat. "You might want to lay off the weed, huh?" You think he's hit the nail on the head there. Maybe you should too...
Without turning around, Ben replies, "And you might want to gargle my ballsack.", before walking off again.
You bend down and grab the duffle quickly, before moving to place it under Butcher's head.
"C'mon, kid. Don't worry." You say, grabbing Hughie's attention. "I'll make sure we get Mindstorm to stop his shit before we kill him."
"He doesn't seem too keen on that idea." Hughie nods his head over in the direction of Ben's retreating form. You stand up and start walking in that same direction.
"Listen, I want him dead just as much Ben. But I won't let Butcher suffer through what he is right now."
"He's suf-suffering?" Hughie stutters.
"Yeah! What do you think being trapped in an endless nightmare is like? A picnic?"
"I, uh..."
"Hughie, listen." You look over at Hughie as you march after Ben. "I get that you're worried about Butcher. That's why you're so frazzled. But you need to get your shit together. None of us can afford to be off our game. The fact that I can't get Butcher out of that shit hole of a mindfuck he's in, just proves to me I'm still messed up. Hell, maybe I'll always be. My life hasn't exactly been sunshine and rainbows the last forty years. Could also just be the weed… But if Butcher is to have any kind of chance, you need to be on your game, okay?" Hughie nods. "Don't do anything fucking stupid."
You quickly catch up to Ben and you decide to take the rear. Hughie in the middle and Ben leads the way. You hear Ben talking about how many people he locked up for smoking weed, then he abruptly stops again asking what Hughie said.
"Uh, literally nothing." Hughie's panicked voice says, looking back to where we just came, clearly worried about Butcher.
Ben sighs.
"Jesus. How hard?"
"What?"
"How hard did Butcher suck your dick, that you miss him that much?"
"For fucks sake, Ben. He's worried about him!" You say, frustrated with the tension you're feeling coming off Hughie and the overall situation. Ben ignores you.
"Hmm? His mouth must feel like a Hoover Deluxe."
"God, every single thing you say is so gross. He saved me. Okay? More than once. So I owe him."
"Oh, bullshit." Ben tosses his blunt to the ground, and takes a step towards Hughie. "You're on a mission. You get the job done."
"Here we go." You sigh under your breath, ready for a spiel.
"Okay? I stormed Normandy. I fought the Nazis. You want to know what I do when I'm sad? Or scared?" Ben's face and voice turns almost emotionless. "Fucking nothing. 'Cause I'm not fucking pussy."
Hughie chuckles and you read where he's about to go
"Hughie... don't-" you try to shut it down, knowing how it might end.
"You didn't storm shit." Hughie had stepped to Ben. "Your whole Marlboro Man act? It's fucking crap." You can't help but slap your forehead. "And I-"
Faster than lightning, Ben's fist connects with Hughie's cheek.
"Oh!" Hughie pants in pain.
Very controlled for Ben, he points a finger at him and says as he looks to me and back to Hughie, "I warned you.", turns and raises his eyebrows before he continues his trek in the woods.
Still holding his face, you walk over to Hughie, your arms crossed at your chest.
"I said don't do anything stupid. That... was stupid." You couldn't help the bite in your tone.
"The Legend said-"
"The Legend?!" You move your hands to your hips. "The Legend is a jealous wannabe! He'll say anything to make a Supe look bad. Especially one who got put down by Vought. And hear this..." you step up into his personal space. "If you're saying that shit about Ben, you're also saying it about me." You see fear cross his eyes, let alone his mind. "You're goddamn lucky you weren't speaking to me, or you might not be walking right now. So fucking watch it. Because it'd be a shame for me to waste someone I actually like. But it wouldn't be the first time."
You turn and leave Hughie to think about what you just said.
"Fucking asshole..." Ben grumbles as you catch up to him.
"Calm down, babe. He's just a kid." You say, trying to pacify him.
"A kid with a fucking mouth on him." He glares at the passing trees as he storms down a path.
"What? Like you didn't ever have one?" You scoff.
"That was different." He says, an attempt to defend himself.
"What?” You scoff. “You never got told something then spouted it off in a stressful situation in an attempt to knock a superior down a few pegs?" You raise your brows at him, knowing he can't say he didn't.
"That Colonel was a prick."
"And you haven't exactly not been one either." He gives you an astonished look. "Oh, Ben! You just called him a pussy for being worried about his friend! Actually, he kinda looks up to him as a brother... but either way, he is someone he cares about, and he's now suffering and he can't do anything to help him, other than make sure he gets Mindstorm to pull him out. Which, by the way, we are going to do." Ben rolls his eyes, his body almost going with them. "Don't you roll your eyes at me, we wouldn't be here without that limey bastard, and besides..." you shrug your shoulders, "I kinda like him." You finish off with a grin.
"You kinda like him?" He questions.
"No need to get jealous. I don't like him as much as I like you, hot stuff." You wink at him, even making the tips of his ears turn red. "Now let's get going. There's two very confusing people on the road beyond those bushes." You walk past him towards the two voices discussing their broken down vehicle.
"What do you mean confusing?" You hear Hughie ask from where he's finally caught up to you both.
"I'm not sure, and that bugs me. I smell Mindstorm all over this. So keep your wits about you. Ben, maybe your paranoia will come in handy."
"Para-" he starts but you cut him off with a "Shh" before you make your way through the bushes and see the two people, a man dressed as a priest and a woman as a nun, talking next to their broken down car.
"We're never going to get to the retreat now..."
"Oh!" The priest startles as he sees the three of you approach. "Oh you startled me." The way he overacts doesn't even sit right with you. "Are you both superhero's." He asks, gesturing to Ben and yourself. Hughie didn't fit the part without the monkey suit.
"Yes Father." Ben answers. "You folks need some help?"
"Yes." The nun desperately pipes up. "Yes please." You squint your eyes as your read of them is fuzzy.
"Okay well, it's not safe. There's a fugitive in the area."
"You should get out of here before you get hurt." You add, subtly walking over to the other side of the nun keeping an eye on her as you keep another eye on your surroundings.
"Uh, well, we can't. I don't suppose any of you know engines?"
Your trio is silent as you make your way closer to Ben and Hughie before Ben begrudgingly offers to take a look. Hughie begins to make conversation and you get a glimpse into the priests mind before you blast a power surge at him, causing him to fall backwards just before Ben shoots his pistol, a bullet landing between the man's eyes.
The nun starts screaming, and since you never picked anything up, you're unsure about attacking her. In the meantime, Hughie is freaking out about what just happened.
"This is Mindstorm's MO. He brainwashed them."
"That priest was gonna sack us, but I can't be su-" you get cut off by Ben who lifts his pistol to point at the nun
"She will too."
Hughie moves in-front of the nun, trying to reason with Ben.
"Take my word for it. Everyone's coming for us. Everyone, every day." Ben raises his sidearm again, but Hughie tries to stop him.
"No, no! You have PTSD."
"Jesus Christ, Hughie!" You exclaim, astonished by this kids timing.
"Y/N, please!" Hughie pleads with you before looking back at Ben. "You have PTSD and you are super fucking stoned! Alright?" He looks back at the now praying nun, who is covered in blood. "Maybe this isn't what you think it is."
"Move." Ben glares at him. "Move!" Ben's booming voice yells threateningly.
"She's a human being!" Hughie continues.
"Oh no, she is definitely not normal, Hughie." You pipe up, eyeing her facial features changing, but still having troubles with her mind.
"A nun! And if there's one thing I know-"
The nun suddenly shoots up to jump on Hughie's back and screams, "Die, you fucking cocksuckers!"
Hughie panics then screams as she sinks her teeth into his neck. You watch for a second, then double over in a fit of laughter. You can't help yourself. The situation is to the utmost degree, just absurd. You hear Hughie demanding Ben and yourself to do something, and see through the tears in your eyes, Ben attempting to aim his gun at the spider monkey of a nun.
"Stay still. I can't..."
"Fuck you!"
"Get her off me! Y/N!!"
"I can't!" You wheeze, waving your hand at the situation acting out in front of you.
Ben's gun finally goes off and the nuns body hits the ground with a thump, landing next to the priest's body.
"Oh! Fuck me!" Hughie pants as he walks away and then looks back at the body. "No! Hard pass on this Exorcist shit!"
You're still giggling until Ben jokes, "what's black and white and red all over?" And you burst into another fit of laughter, your abdominal muscles screaming from your clenching as you bend over yet again.
"You were a lot of help!" Hughie shouts at you.
"Oh c'mon!" You laugh. "As if you wouldn't have thought that was fucking hilarious!"
"Okay, first off..." Ben turns and makes his way towards Hughie. "You scream like a little girl. Second, I don't have shell shock. Fuck you. Third, this is what I'm talking about. This... is being a soldier."
Ben looks off to the direction we were walking before he grabs my arm and drags my laughed out body behind him.
"Come on." He calls to Hughie. "What the hell is going on with your powers?" Ben asks you under his breath. This sobers you up quickly, really hoping you wouldn't have to explain something you didn't know the answer to. "It's like you're blocked or something."
"Ben... I don't know what to say. This has never happened with him before."
"Well we need to figure it out fast, because not that I'm worried, but fuck, Y/N..." he sighs heavily, dropping your arm. "I'm kind fuckin' worried. You've always been stronger than that fuck. And now you're shooting blanks?"
"Hey, the telekinesis is fine, I shoved that priest okay." You defended. "It's just... I don't know... the mind stuff is a bit funny... I can read you, and Hughie, definitely Butcher. That man is having a fucking great nightmare!" You say sarcastically
"Maybe..." Ben starts, but stops himself.
"What?"
"Maybe he's gotten..."
"Stronger?" You finish for him.
"Maybe."
You sigh heavily as you hear Hughie coming up behind you again.
"I don't know, Ben. Maybe? Forty years is a long fucking time, he could have easily improved his skills. And I've been pretty preoccupied... let alone the weed. They make this shit different these days..."
"What if it's more than that?" Hughie pipes up.
"Are you listening to our conversation?" Ben questions, an angry look pointed at the poor boy.
"I mean... it's not like it's... private..." Hughie mutters.
"What do you mean, Hughie?" You try to get him back on track.
"Well, what if you're like... being too hard on yourself? Feeling the pressure?"
"What, like performance anxiety?" You joke.
"I mean.. yeah."
You raise an eyebrow at the idea and think about it for a moment. "Hmm... certainly a possibility." You continue walking.
"That's all you have to say?" Ben questions.
"Well I don't know what you want me to say. 'Oh yeah, that's it! All better now!' Pfft, doesn't work like that. Besides... we're here." You say stopping just short of entering a clearing where you see a run down looking barn type of structure and a bunch of wind chimes out the front of it swaying and making noise in the breeze.
"Oh shit, we are." Hughie says, looking down at his device.
"You felt it?" Ben whispers to you.
"Yeah. It feels like a fog is covering this space..." you gesture to the clearing.
Ben takes a deep breath to calm himself. You know deep down he was nervous before coming, and the day has only added to his stress. You place a hand on his should, giving it a comforting squeeze and a reassuring look.
"We're in this together." You send him the message telepathically. He nods in response.
Meanwhile, Hughie was looking on, observing the two of you together. He feels that there was a possibility he was judgemental of Soldier Boy. Maybe he wasn't such a hard ass? After all, he was very soft with you. Something Hughie knew was only ever for you, but gave him hope that maybe... maybe Soldier Boy was different from what the stories said.
However, Soldier Boy's words about killing Mindstorm still echoed in his brain. He needed to do everything he could to make sure he got him back to Butcher before that happened.
The trio make the way closer to the building, walking past the wind chimes. You focus on your surroundings and not making any noise as you walk over the drying grass, much like the two men with you. Hughie pulls the wooden door open for Ben to walk through, his shield and gun in position. Hughie follows Ben and you come up behind them.
You tried carefully in the surely rotting wooden floor, judging by the smell and discolouration on the timber.
"Be careful of where you step or you might fall through the floor."  You send to both men, ensuring your ability to turn your mind into a vault is active to keep Mindstorm out. You see both men nod slightly in response.
Ben gets to the end of the makeshift corridor before he stops and gestures his weapon to a mirror up ahead. You see Mindstorm in the reflection, crouched down and shifting on his feet. Ben breathes deeply again, preparing to ambush Mindstorm.
"I'm sorry, Y/N." You hear suddenly from Hughie. Your eyes widen and you go to grab Hughie's shoulder, but he disappears in a flash, his clothes dropping to the floor.
Ben spins to look behind him with widened eyes, seeing Hughie gone, but his clothes left behind, and your extremely pissed off expression. He rushes to look at the mirror again and sees a now naked Hughie grab Mindstorm from behind before they vanish. You both rush around to see that they are both, in fact, gone.
"Shit!" Ben yells. You stand there and feel the anger working through your veins. How could you not see this coming? "Y/N, let's go. We gotta get him before it's too late." Ben turns and storms out of the barn.
You follow Ben outside of the building. But your anger has reached the point where you turn and blast your powers to the innocent barn and see it explode, the noise being heard for miles.
Meanwhile, Hughie has Mindstorm back at the location where Butcher is living out his nightmare. He's just opening his eyes to Mindstorm and is trying to reassure him that everything is okay, and he can be trusted.
"Okay. Hey. We're cool. Very chill. Very cool." Hughie promises, before they both hear an explosion in the distance. "We might want to hurry..."
Hughie gives him some clothes to change into, but the pressure of knowing Soldier Boy and Vivid were on their way back, was making Mindstorm even more anxious. Mindstorm didn't want to waste time waking that man up until the boy offered to teleport him away and not tell anyone.
"What about Vivid?" Hughie looks confused for a moment. "How are you going to make sure she doesn't find out where you teleported me?"
"It'll at least give you a head start to get out of here." Hughie is grasping at straws and he knows it. But he knows any chance of survival is what Mindstorm needs, and that's the only one he has.
Mindstorm's considers it for a few seconds, because that's all he can afford. Then he agrees and moves to the man's body. Hughie kneels down and watches Mindstorm stand over Butcher to do whatever it is that he does.
Butcher suddenly wakes up, gasping for breath and looks over to Hughie. He apologises, which confuses Hughie. Mindstorm sees why, but doesn't care to stick around longer than he has to. He need to get the fuck away, now!
"Hey, kid." He urges the young man. Hughie looks up at him.
"Right, right, yeah." He gets up and makes to move over to Mindstorm. "Okay. Deals a deal. Where are we headed?"
Mindstorm doesn't get the chance to answer because there's suddenly a knife through the side of his head and exiting through his right eye socket. He screams in pain and Hughie is in shock as he looks to see Soldier Boy and the Supe he was growing fond of, no longer Y/N, but Vivid, storming in their direction.
Her eyes were glowing violet as she uses her power to push Mindstorm over from her position in the trees. As they both get to Mindstorm, Y/N places a hand out, palm facing down to his body, clearly holding him down as he is still yelling out in pain.
Ben grabs a bag out to place over his head, but Y/N growls "No! I want to see his eyes." She flicks her wrist and Mindstorm's body turns to lay in his back.
"Hey! Wait, wait, wait!" Hughie rushes over to get them to stop.
Ben punches Mindstorm to get him to stop struggling, which seems to work. He then gets to his feet and turns towards Hughie. Hughie tries his best to not be scared at the huge Supe glaring at him, before Ben then punches Hughie with enough force to throw him back a good couple of feet.
Y/N watches as Butcher looks back to Ben and see's Butcher's eyes light up and a sizzling sound come from them.
"Keep him away from this, Billy." You order, your own eyes glowing and the veins in your neck now too. Butcher looks to you as his eyes turn back to normal and he turns to look after Hughie.
You turn back to Mindstorm and kneel down. Your hand clenched into a fist, pulling his body up closer to you.
"Hiya Dan. I'd say long time no see, but you've made many appearances in my nightmares over the past forty years." You say with a mad grin on your face and a crazy tone.
"Y/N, come on, you know I always liked you..." he begs.
"Fucking BULLSHIT! You may have strengthened your power, but I'm in now, Dan. You have a weakness and that's uncontrollable fear."
"It's- it's not what you think. It wasn't my idea!"
"Oh, we know it was Noir's." You feel that drop in your stomach as Ben says this, still unsure about leaving him yesterday. "But how does that work, huh? Because there's no way he makes a fucking move without Vought!" Ben's voice grows loud.
"They gave him the green light." Mindstorm pants.
You clench your fist tighter, making it harder for him to breathe. "Why would they do that?" You growl through clenched teeth.
Butcher is lifting Hughie to his feet and they look over to you and Ben, interrogating Mindstorm before Ben suddenly yells out, "What?! That's impossible."
They see you drop your hands, your powers releasing Mindstorm as you look to Ben with a stunned but almost broken look on your face. He looks up to you before you look to Hughie and Butcher, expression hardening before back down to Mindstorm. You look to Ben, blink slowly, Mindstorm screams, then you turn and walk a few steps away, your back to everyone.
Ben looks back down to Mindstorm, seeing his left eye now filled with violet, blocking Mindstorm from using his powers on him. Ben's expression hardens also before he lifts his shield up and proceeds to bring it down multiple times on his face, caving it in and yelling out. Ben doesn't know anymore if it's in anger or pain. When he stops, his shield is covered in blood at the pointed side where he used it as a weapon and he stands up, panting from the exertion and the emotions.
Ben looks over to see Y/N still standing and looking out into the forest, his own chest heavy. He then turns to look at the boys before walking over. He halts briefly and glares at Hughie and quickly glances at Butcher, before he marches up the small hill.
"What'd he say?" Butcher calls out, but Ben ignores him.
Butcher and Hughie look at each other, before they hear Y/N yell out. They quickly look back to see her on her knees and blasting her violet power out into the woods, flattening the trees out in front of her.
Hughie goes to walk to her, but Butcher holds him back. If the punch he received from Soldier Boy was anything to go by, Butcher knew Hughie had done something to piss them both off, and he's pretty sure he knew exactly what judging by the bloody event that just occurred.
Y/N is breathing heavily as she turns and walks towards them. She eyes Butcher, her glare enough for him to know he won't win against her if he tries anything, and then she stops in front of Hughie. Her jaw is set tight, her body just as rigid. Hughie opens his mouth to speak, but she holds up a hand and closes it tightly in a fist.
Hughie feels as if his vocal chords and windpipe are tied in knots. He cannot speak, cannot breath. He looks to Y/N, eyes and mind begging for her to stop.
"This so not a threat. This is a promise. There will be no more chances. Once more..." her eyes glow violet once again and Hughie doubles over as his brain feels like it's being stabbed with red hot knives, "and you will die."
She releases Hughie from her hold and proceeds to walk where Ben did only moments before. Once she is out of sight, Butcher grabs Hughie to make sure he's okay.
"Bloody hell, Hughie...! I don't know what you did, but I have an idea. You're fuckin' lucky to be alive, mate."
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Another Cover Up (Part 8)
Fandom: The Boys
Summary: After Herogasm, Butcher, Hughie and Soldier Boy realise they might need more reinforcements. After doing more research, they discover the woman who was also injected with Compound V alongside Soldier Boy back in the 40’s. Everyone also thought she was KIA that day at Nicaragua. But if Soldier Boy was still alive… maybe she was too?
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Chapter warnings: nightmare, panic attack, reference to past sexual assault, smut, drug use.
Part 7
Series Masterlist
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You were sitting on a supply box, reading the novel you hadn't been able to put done for the last two days... when you weren't forced to spend time with the others. It was the only salvation you had when you were forced back into a Payback mission. This one was planned alongside the CIA and you hated any mission where the whole team were together... the only people you could handle was Noir and Ben. But Ben had been particularly frustrating to you the last 6 months, and you had only gone seperate ways with Noir just two months ago.
It was mutual, but you knew he still had feelings towards you. It made it only somewhat awkward. But you enjoyed his friendship and wanted to see him succeed. Being a black man was hard enough, let alone being forced to hide it by the industry that claimed to be supportive and inclusive... you still couldn't believe those that praised Vought like they did. Yes, you wouldn't be where you were without them, but the man himself you know was racist, Nazi, scum.
"Every chance I see you, your face is buried in that book." You're interrupted by a smooth masculine voice.
You look up to see the beautiful brown eyes you had grown fond of over the last year. You return Noir's smile, genuine happiness washing over you.
"It's better than secondhand embarrassment." You smirk, nodding to the cheers coming from the munitions tent where you knew the rest of the team were showing off.
"Pfft, yeah fair. I thought we weren't allowed to bring personal belongings?" Noir queried, pointing back to the novel in your hands.
"We aren't. However, we are allowed those that assist our powers." You state, turning to the next page and marking your place before closing the book.
"Oh?"
"Yes. I must continuously sharpen one of my most powerful tools." I smirk. "And since that tool is my mind, reading books it will be. It's far more challenging than reading the minds of the majority of our so called team mates." I wink at him, making him chuckle. But something else flashes across his face.
Much like Ben, you made it a point to not enter Noir's mind. That didn't make you not curious, however.
"What is it?" You ask, seriousness colouring your tone.
"Just... Edgar is still refusing for me to take off the mask... even threatened to send me to Minneapolis."
"Erving..." you frown, not knowing what to say to make it better.
"It's okay... it's just part of the job, right?" He says, trying to make it seem okay. You know it isn't though.
"Yeah..." you say as you let out a heavy breath. You look back over to the noise erupting once again from the camp.
You suddenly sense Noir's prescience directly behind you and tense up.
Something was wrong.
As your powers open up, you move to stand up, trying to get away, but something is quickly covering your mouth and nose, strong arms pulling you backwards.
A gas you don't recognise is forcing its way into your lungs as you struggle with the strong man behind you. You attempt to get him off, your powers shooting out of your hands, a few boxes being destroyed in your attempt at freeing yourself.
Your mind expands to meet Noir's and you can feel his internal struggle concerning his actions. You try to jumble his mind with your powers, but the bitter tasting gas is rapidly making you grow weak. Your muscles give way, your body slumping against Noir as you are now paralysed.
"I'm so sorry, Y/N..."
You jerk upwards, your chest tight and a bitter taste on your tongue as you gasp for breath.
"Y/N?" You feel a hand touch your back, but you jerk away from the contact, still gasping for air.
You turn and see green orbs staring at you, brows furrowed as you feel like you can't breath. No amount of air that you're sucking into your lungs is helping you.
"Y/N, it was a nightmare!"
You continues to gasp.
"Y/N, look at me." Hands grasp either side of your face. "You need to calm down. Listen to my voice. Listen to me." You tune into the deep timbre of his voice, eyes focusing on his. "Good girl. Now breath with me. In and out." You hear the air move through his nostrils and see his chest expand and deflate. "C'mon, baby. In." You feel your own chest expand. "And out." It deflates like his.
You continue staring into his eyes, noticing the flicks of gold in the iris around his pupils. You focus on how beautiful you've always found the colouring of his eyes as he continues to instruct your breathing which you don't even realise you're following anymore.
Before you know it, you feel your chest is lighter than it was moments before.
"Good work, Y/N." Ben's soothing voice says as you feel his thumbs wipe under your eyes, collecting the tears that you now notice were filling your eyes.
"I..." you swallow through your tight throat. "It was that day... Noir... h-he used a gas..." your voice cracks.
"Baby..." his fingers enter your hair, scratching your head softly and you focus on the sensation. You see his mind playing his own experience that day, the same mask covering his face as it did your own.
"I can taste it... still..." you whisper.
"Me too." He says, his face in a frown. He leans forward, his forehead resting on yours as your breaths mingle. He then moves to kiss your head, soothing you through fresh sobs.
You wonder if it was finding Noir yesterday that triggered your memory of that day in Nicaragua. You also wonder if you made a mistake to walk away from him...
"I want them dead, Ben..." he pulls back to search your eyes. "I want them dead." He nods.
"We'll find them."
You can't help the pain in your heart as you think about killing Noir. You weren't sure about being the one to do it... or if you should even tell Ben yet that you only just saw him and had ample opportunity to put him down not even twenty-four hours ago...
"Okay." You lean forward and press your lips against his in a wet kiss.
Ben can taste the saltiness from your tears, but that's not what bothers him. It's the people that made you shed them.
Your kiss grows deeper, more passionate and Ben's hands grips the side of your hip tighter. The feel of his strong fingers pressing into your flesh, the sheet the only barrier between his calloused fingers, sends chills throughout your body. You push forwards, twisting your body to lift your leg over him before lowering your behind onto his muscular thighs.
The hair on his legs tickles the skin of yours, only adding to the pleasure that's building through your body. You felt the sweet burn in your tight muscles from your vigorous activities the night before. It had been forty years in captivity, but another six months before that, assault aside, when you last enjoyed the lustful and pleasure filled touch of a lover.
Ben groans out loud when you rub yourself along his now erect cock, spreading your wetness along his shaft. He moves his face into your neck, pressing open mouthed kisses along your throat as you tilted your head back, letting out a moan as you continue to grind your pussy down on him. Ben can't help but jerk his hips up into yours, rubbing against your clit and shooting sparks though your veins.
After rubbing yourself against his length once more, you reach down grabbing him and running his tip through your now dripping folds before you lower yourself onto him. Ben can feel you lowering yourself at a torturously slow pace, taking him in inch by inch, but he enjoyed every moment of it. Once you were fully seated on him, you both let out a shared gasp as you adjusted to his size again, that burn making its presence known once more.
Your eyes lock as your breaths mingle, lips grazing each other's, not going for the kiss. Something about just softly brushing against the other's made the moment even more sensual, more heated.
You move a hand to the nape of his neck, fingers brushing through his hair and grasp the strands softly as your other hand rests on his shoulder. You lift yourself up, feeling every thick vein from the inside as you begin to move together. Heavy breaths, gasps and moans fill the air, your eyes staying locked on one another's.
You soon begin to feel the tingle at the base of your spine, your skin prickling at the early signs of your approaching high. Ben notices a change in your breathing and you tightening around him just enough to know your orgasm is approaching, and he wants nothing more than to get you there.
His hand reaches up to the base of your neck, pulling your body backwards gently to expose your front enough to change the angle of his thrusts up into you. Your gasp tells him he hit the spot he was looking for and he sees violet begin to light up your irises.
He tilts his head down enough to suck your left nipple into his mouth, his tongue teasing the bud as his thumb pays attention to your right. The action alone is enough to send you over the edge, but it was the continued eye contact that made you fall into pure bliss. 
Ben can't help but be amazed by your violet eyes lighting up the space between you both as your body pulses in ecstasy, your contractions pushing himself into his own pleasure. Your moans and his groans bounce off the walls of the room before you both breath deeply in an attempt to catch your breaths.
Your thumb smooths out his furrowed brow, and Ben feels his heart ache at the tender touch. He meets your lips in a deep kiss, no words worthy enough for what he wants to express to you.
There's suddenly a heavy banging, making the both of you jump in surprise.
"If you've both had enough, the kid's found Mindstorm!" Butcher's cockney accent yells through the door.
"What time is it?" You say aloud as you turn to try and look for the time.
You see that the digital alarm clock on the nightstand, weird place you quickly realise, reads 4:12am.
"Too bloody early for your fucken!" Butcher yells once again before he bangs on the door again. "C'mon! Lets get a move on!"
You and Ben look at each other, smirks on both your faces at being caught. It wasn't like either of you were trying to be quiet. And let's be honest... Ben couldn't care less that the delectable sounds you made bothered the other people in the house. Because he made you make those sounds and he'd do anything to hear them again.
He cupped your cheek, thumbs brushing against your skin. "You ready?" He softly asks.
Your answer is simple. "No." His eyes observe the anxiety in your facial features. "But I want it done."
"You don't have to come." Ben offers.
You only shake your head, moving off his lap, his now soft cock slipping out of you. You wince slightly, before he offers you a tissue from beside the bed, which you use to wipe yourself of his cum dripping out of you. Ben can't help but lick his lips, knowing exactly what he wanted to do with the mess you both made.
"I hate that cockroach more than the idea of being the one to kill him."
You knew you were the only one with the ability to get close to Mindstorm. Your powers were stronger than his. You didn't need to make eye contact to get inside of someone's head, and you could do more than make people see their worst nightmares. And to top it off, his ability didn't work on you, since you were always able to block him out. You never knew why exactly, maybe it was just your minds built-in protection mechanism. But even when he first joined Payback, Vaught wanted to see if he could best you in telepathy.
They were sorely mistaken when you were able to project his own power onto himself, making him see his own worst nightmares. But also project it into everyone else's mind for them to see. You were a woman in a man's world, and you weren't going to be bested by the scrawny little man who was cocky enough to go up against you. The moment he made his way through the doorway, he physically peacocked himself and you didn't like that. Not one bit.
You always thought it was ridiculous of them to bring another telepath into the group... but he proved to test well with the geeks... you guess the "not as attractive man" (not your words... but not not your thoughts either...) who could bring anyone to their knees was what their inner child always wanted for themselves.
Knowing someone on the board didn't hurt his case either...
"So let's get the fucker." Ben says. You turn to look at him as you pull your suit out of the cupboard and start pulling it over your body. "He's another one off the list."
“I want a hit.” You say as you clasp the last of your suit on.
“A hit?” Ben questions you, confusion evident.
“I want a hit of your reefer, Ben.” You say, hand held out waiting for him to hand it over from the ash tray next to the bed.
“I thought you didn’t like doing this shit…?” He points out, picking it up and lighting the end. He takes a puff of his own before he holds it out to you.
“I never said I didn’t like weed… definitely helped with my anxiety.” You take the blunt and bring it to your mouth, sucking the smoke into your lungs. Holding it in as you continue to talk, “I just preferred to put it in something.” You puff it out. “Like a cake or something.”
“Ahh that’s right, you never loved the smell.” He remembers, getting up he saunters over to you, still fully nude. You can’t help but eye his magnificent body, happy to say he’s yours now.
“You planning on killing Mindstorm with that hammer?” You smirk up at him, referring to his semi- hard cock.
He grabs you by the waist, pulling you towards him as your hands reach around and grab two fistfuls of his ass.
“You know it could do it.” He jokes as he returns your smirk. He pulls the blunt from between your lips and takes his own puff, leaning down to your mouth and connecting your lips as he shotguns you with the smoke. You suck the smoke in, finally starting to feel the affects of the drug as it moves through your muscles.
You both pull back from each other, small smiles on your faces.
“Let’s go then.” You say. “But best for you to actually get dressed.”
“You’re right.” He says, turning and walking out of your room, still completely naked. You shake your head, bending down to get your boots.
“Oh my fucking god!” You hear come from a startled voice down the hallway. You can’t help but see Ben walking down hallway, his dick swaying, from Hughie’s point of view as you read his mind.
You only laugh.
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Sorry!! I started my new job and it’s hella cool! But damn you forget how tiring a new role can be.
But as I’m still settling in, I’ll do my best, but I’ve never been regular at updates. You know, setting the standards low so you don’t get disappointed haha
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A mini rant + quick update
Lol please tell me I’m not the only one who gets comments about the timeline of your story like the summary doesn’t explain the timeline… and then you get annoyed because the comment feels so negative in the way it’s written… but you’re sitting there like, “bitch, can you read?? You don’t read a summary before you read the story??” But you leave a non-confrontational reply to explain the timeline…
Part 8 of Another Cover Up is being written!! I think I just need to proofread when I’m NOT tired and writing it at 2am 😅
I continue to be so amazed and touched by how many of you are leaving comments, asking to be added to my tag list, liking and reblogging this silly little one shot that turned into a story. You’re all amazing and so welcoming to this platform. Wish I found Tumblr way earlier haha the comment aforementioned was not on this platform. Ya’ll are too classy for that 💕
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Setting > General Settings > Content you see > adjust as you desire
IMPORTANT: TUMBLR & FANFICTION
Alright kids, listen up because @staff have pulled off a corker of a hot mess and have decided to add "Community Labels". I guess they've decided we can't be trusted to add our own warnings and people can't make sensible choices with what they engage with.
But why does it matter to me?
Tumblr have made labels AN OPT IN SITUATION which means every single blog here is automatically set to hide any triggering content
If you want to continue to be able to access and read fanfiction PLEASE go into your settings and click "show" on at least the "Mature" and "Sexual Themes" labels!!
ALSO IOS USERS: there's an extra fun "Hide additional content" bit just to really try and block us from any hopes of success. Make sure you opt out of that too otherwise I think content will be blocked on the mobile app!
Attached to this post are screenshots from my settings so you guys know what to look for. I could only find it on my desktop settings and not on the mobile app (for now at least)
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[I feel like I should add I don't want to sound like I'm pressuring anyone... if you don't want to see certain content obviously keep it hidden and protect yourselves BUT this post is mainly targeted at the horny little gremlins I write for who will be suddenly deeply confused when their smut supply is cut off]
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Another Cover Up (Part 7)
Fandom: The Boys
Pairing: Soldier Boy x Fem!Reader
Summary: After Herogasm, Butcher, Hughie and Soldier Boy realise they might need more reinforcements. After doing more research, they discover the woman who was also injected with Compound V alongside Soldier Boy back in the 40’s. Everyone also thought she was KIA that day at Nicaragua. But if Soldier Boy was still alive… maybe she was too?
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Part 6
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"You're still doing that shit?" You scoffed seeing the white powder on the coffee table as you walked into Legend's living room, dropping the keys onto the table. Hughie gives you a slight wave in greeting, which you return with a single nod. Ben's eyes look up to yours, pupils dilated. You realised this isn't his first hit for the day, as evidenced by the white powder on his nose.
"What, you want some?" He asks, his right eyebrow raised, challenging you.
"You know I don't." You glare at him. You always hated it when he snorted that crap. He changed. More than he already had.
"Hey, it makes me feel good." He states, leaning his head down to go for another snort.
You don't hesitate to use your power to blow the white line off to the side. Ben looks up, glaring at you for a nanosecond before he pushes himself up, shoving the table over in anger.
"What the fuck?!" He yells as he takes two threatening steps towards you, but you stand your ground, shoulders back and chin up.
"Hey, guys! Chill out for a minute." Hughie tries to pacify the growing anger in the room between the both of you.
"You stay outta this!" Ben turns his glare to Hughie, finger pointed in his direction.
"Kid," you say calmly grabbing Hughie's attention, your eyes remaining on Ben. "Get lost." You order, for his sake.
"Y/N-"
"Get. Lost." You order again, looking at him from the corner of your eye. He swallows and quickly moves out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Both you and Ben stare at each other for a minute, breaths heavy with anger.
"You're a different person." You state.
"Nearly forty years of torture will do that to a guy."Ben laughs sardonically.
"No. I mean since we were kids. Since you got that V pumped into your veins."
"What are you talking about? Of course I fucking changed, Y/N! I became the strongest person on the fucking planet! I'm a god!" He declares, arms held out widely beside him.
"That's exactly what I mean!" You yell, pointing your finger at him. "You got shot up with that shit, and you think you're some kind of fucking eternal being that's above everyone else. But let me tell you something, Ben...," you emphasis his name, making a point to not use his Supe moniker. "You're not even half the man you once were, let alone a goddam god." You growl out. "You fell for the fucking bullshit, the ass kissing. You sold yourself out!"
"Fuck you, Y/N! You sold out too. Get off your fucking high horse!" He yells back. "You think you're above me, you've always thought you were above me!"
"How can you say that?!" You shout back.
"How can I say what?! You always tried to up show me!"
"That shit has turned your brain into goo, you don't know what you're saying. Up show you? I saved your ass more times than I can count! How many fucking catastrophic mistakes of yours have I prevented, because you needed to prove how big your dick was? Or how many people I had to save because you decided it would be a good fucking idea to throw a fucking car down a street, to stop a fucking robbery?!" You scream.
"That was one time!" He defends.
"You made a hundred more calls just like that! And who was there to clean up your mess? Me! It's always fucking me!"
"Well if you didn't want to do it, you should have left!"
"Leave? Where the hell was I supposed to go?!" You questioned in outrage.
"Not my fucking problem." He states.
"Not your fucking problem?" He nods. "So you would have been fine if I just up and left?" He doesn't respond. Not even a physical response to answer my question.
"Don't you fucking dare." He warns suddenly. "We made a goddamn deal you'd never get in my head when we fought."
"Why the hell does it matter? You don't seem to give a shit what I think of you anyway." I point out. He only clenches his jaw. "I've known you since we were seven years old. I followed you through fire and you think I could just fucking leave you? If I could have left you, I would have left you years ago. I would have left when you got shitty I was brought in for the big fucking missions in Germany. I would have left when you brushed me off when you got hurt badly that one time, at the fucking Nazi experimentation lab. I thought you were fucking dying. I would have left when I needed you, and said as much, but you went off to fuck Crimson Countess instead. You treated me like shit and I'm the idiot who kept coming back! I stayed!" You screamed out, voice breaking from the emotion.
Ben's eyes are on fire from the rage burning within him.
"I thought we were meant to be best friends." You say with a whisper, your own emotions taking a hold of you. His cheek muscle pulls slightly, a common tick of his when he was trying to cover up his own. "How could you have treated me so badly all this time...?" You ask.
Faster than a bullet, he takes you by the shoulders and pushes you into the wall.
"Because I always knew you were too good for me!" He yells, eyes on fire, his breath washing over your face he was that close to you.
Your eyes flicker between his seeing that fire not die, but change in a way, like a wildfire changing its course. His face turns from what once came off as anger, contorting into one of pain. Not physical, but emotional. He truly believed what he was saying.
"You're right." You breath. His fire begins to die. "I am too good for you." His eyes glance down briefly before locking back onto yours, swallowing to hold his composure. "And you know, deep down, that I'm the best you'll ever fucking have." You ground out.
You see his fire ignite once more before he slams his lips onto yours, your teeth clashing in your fight. Your hands grip onto his hair, pulling roughly making him groan in pleasure. His hands move to the back of your thighs and he hoists you up before you wrap my legs around his waist, squeezing your thighs trying to get him as close to you as possible.
He grinds his pelvis into yours, shooting pleasure through your body and forcing a moan out of you before you pull your lips away for air. His lips finds your pulse point on your throat, his beard scratching your skin but only adding to your pleasure.
"Fuck, I've waited so long for this!" He growls, moving to kiss down your throat to your chest, lifting you higher against the wall.
"No fucking shit!" You moan, holding his head in place and grinding your hips against him, trying to scratch that itch.
"I always wanted you, Y/N."
You yank his head back by the roots of his hair, a groan of both pain and pleasure leaving his throat, so you can see his face, to look into his deep green eyes that made you first melt when you were seven years old on the streets of South Philly.
You bring his mouth back to yours, your tongue tracing his lips to which he gladly grants you access. Your hands move to his shirt, the sound of fabric tearing alerting him that you were removing his clothing, something he was very pleased about. He pulls his upper body away enough for you to remove the shreds of fabric, allowing you to see his glorious body. Your hands move to trace the deep lines of his chest and stomach, causing his skin to tighten and form goosebumps from your loving touch.
He starts moving you both to your room, the first room down the hallway off the living room. As soon as you're inside, Ben slams the door shut behind you both and pushes you up against it. Your hand moves lower to trace the hem of his pants, a gasp leaving his throat as your fingers reach underneath, brushing past the hair and taking his hard length into your hand. A heavy sigh leaves his mouth before his lips find yours, moans filling the air as you move your hand up and down his length.
"Y/N, you need to stop." He growls against your mouth.
"You don't want me to." You say, continuing your strokes.
"No, but I want to cum inside you more."
You moan in response as you pull your hand out, moving to remove your top as he moves you both to the bed. Throwing you down onto it, you squeal slightly from the surprise of the movement before you giggle as he smiles down at you. He kneels on the end of the mattress, hands making their way to unbutton and pull the zipper down of your jeans, then proceeds to yank them down your long legs.
Once he frees you of your clothes, he stares down at your body and you swear the bulge in his pants grows even larger.
"You're fucking gorgeous, Y/N." He breathes out, before he frees his body of his own clothing. He kneels on the bed, a hand grabbing for your waist as he leans you back onto the bed. Your lips find each other's again before he yanks your body further up the mattress to rest your head on the pillow.
You gasp at the movement, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth. He grinds into you, his dick pressed against your thigh. You spread your legs wider, forcing his hips to rest between them better. You reach down to tug gently on his length, forcing a deep moan out of him.
"Y/N-" he groans, moving to get away from you a bit, but you interrupt him.
"I've waited nearly a century for this, so you better fuck me good, Ben." You purr.
His emerald eyes lock onto yours, seeing the truth behind your words before he reaches down and brushes against your wet folds, testing to see if you were ready for him.
"Shit." He breaths, satisfied with his find before he grabs a hold of himself and runs his length through your folds twice before he swiftly enters you, your body jolting from the force.
You both groan out loud from the feeling of finally being connected this way after so many years of pining for each other. He buries his face in your neck, breaths heavy as he lets you adjust to his considerable size. Once the tight feeling loosens slightly, you roll your hips. He pulls his face back to look back into your eyes, before he pulls out the entire way, then slams back into you.
He ensures you don't lose eye contact as he begins a punishing pace, one that you're only too happy to keep up. What you would normally feel uncomfortable with, the eye contact doesn't bother you with Ben. Years of friendship; fights, hatred, laughter and ultimately love is reflected in both of your eyes.
When you feel the coil in your stomach tighten, you can't help but roll your eyes into the back of your head as that too rolls back into the pillow.
"No fucking way, Y/N!" Ben's growl is feral, halting his thrusts causing you to whine. "Eyes on me." He orders.
You tighten around him from the authoritative voice. He chuckles briefly.
"I always knew you liked me ordering you around." His signature smirk makes an appearance as he moves your legs to rest up on his shoulders, changing the angle before returning to his thrusts. He's now hitting you deeper, just brushing against the right spot that causes black spots to enter your vision.
"Ah, fuck!" You scream out in pleasure.
"Yeah, that's good isn't it, baby?" His breaths are getting shorter. You can only moan in the affirmative. He slaps your ass, making you yelp and squeeze him once again. "You answer with words!"
"Yes! Fuck, yes!"
"That's fucking better."
"Ben, ugh... Ben, I'm gon-" you're cut off by another deep thrust.
"Fucking cum, Y/N. Cum for me." He orders, his own thrusts getting sloppy from his own approaching climax.
Your eyes widen as you felt the coil snap. Ben sees your eyes shine a glowing violet as you pulsate around him. He works you through it just before he thrusts a final time before he joins you in ecstasy.
Heavy breaths are the only sound in the room as both you and Ben attempt to slow your breathing and heart rates. His face is once again buried in your neck, his breath tickling you slightly as he remains deep inside you. You kiss his neck and shoulder softly before he pulls back to look at you with great emotion, his brows furrowed as he checks your face before he leans in and kisses you with a passion you never knew he possessed.
What you thought would be brief, turns into a real kiss between the two of you. You feel him harden deep within you, so you roll your hips as a sign you're good and open to more. And you got exactly what you wanted.
It wasn't just screwing each other and releasing decades of pent up emotion. This was slow, soft, gentle love making that you had always yearned to experience, but never had with anyone else. Soft moans and breaths left the both of you as you kissed each others faces and learnt each others bodies in a way you never believed you would. Ben brought you to multiple heights of pleasure before he finally joined you.
You both lay together, sheets a mess, you cuddled into his side, his arm wrapped around you. You were tracing patterns on his hard chest and his own fingers softly grazing up and down your bare skin.
"I wish I knew." His gravelly voice broke the silence.
"Knew what?" You asked.
"I wish I knew you loved me as much as I always loved you." He said. You halted your movements before you turned your body to look at his face.
"Always?" You asked in a whisper.
He furrowed his brows as his eyes tightened the slightest bit. "Y/N... I fell in love with you the moment you starting hitting that twelve year old kid who was beating me in the school yard." His voice full of confusion as you never knew.
"That was when we first met."
"Yeah." He said like it was obvious.
"What about Countess...?"
He breathed a heavy sigh, a topic he'd been struggling with since your return.
"I loved Countess. I really did." His eyes looked around the room. "I even said to the kid I thought we'd have kids one day." You felt your chest tighten slightly. "But to be honest... I think I always believed it was because she'd be my only chance at that. I never deserved you, Y/N. I still don't. I know I put you through so much pain. But in my own fucked up way... it was because you didn't deserve to have a moron like me in your life."
"You're a fucking idiot, Ben." You say, bitterness in your tone.
"I know I am." He says defeated.
"Do you know how fucking happy we could have been?"
"I know."
"We could have left this life. Together. I guess you weren't ready for that though. Not really..." you sighed.
"You were right, you know." You looked at him.
"I'm right about a lot of things, you need to explain." You smirked, earning a smile in return.
"I did sell out." He said after a moment. "I fell for the fortune and the fame like a sucker. Since the boys found me in Russia, I've been thinking about it a lot. Everyone gave me everything I wanted after the V. My parents always said I'd never make it, and that just made me want it more. When I got it... it was like I finally had the proof to show them, even though they eventually died and I never spoke to them again, that I made it. 'Fuck them' I used to think. I got it all." He looked back down to you. "But I never did."
You didn't need to read his mind to know exactly what he meant but that.
"Y/N... could you ever forgive me?" His voice broke with emotion.
"Ben...," you sighed, "as fucked up as it is... I never had to forgive you." His face coloured with confusion. "Although I never knew you loved me this way... I always knew why you became the way you are. I understood it."
"I am sorry though. You never deserved my shit." He said sincerely.
"No. I didn't. But... we put up with a lot from those we love the most. I believe you're sorry. And I appreciate the apology. And if you need forgiveness... you have it. I could have also said something years ago... but... by the time I really knew how I felt, everything had changed."
"I always have and I always will love you, Y/N." He says sincerely.
"I always have and I always will love you, Ben." You gently smile up at him, tears colouring your vision.
His eyes match yours as he leans in and kisses you.
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Finally, am I right??
So I’m starting a new job, so next chapters might be a bit of a wait. I haven’t written more (there is going to be more, so don’t fret!), but I’ll work on it when I can.
Part 8
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Another Cover Up (Part 6)
Fandom: The Boys
Pairing: Soldier Boy x Fem!Reader
Summary: After Herogasm, Butcher, Hughie and Soldier Boy realise they might need more reinforcements. After doing more research, they discover the woman who was also injected with Compound V alongside Soldier Boy back in the 40’s. Everyone also thought she was KIA that day at Nicaragua. But if Soldier Boy was still alive… maybe she was too?
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Tags: @msbadgirl @queenofspades20 @mimzy1994 @erinnkenobi @goldngguk @ateliefloresdaprimavera @roseblue373 @acarboni21 @sexyvixen7 @buckybarnes-1917 @valkyrie418 @multishipper @bxwitched @capswife @bluedragonflylady @leigh70 @xxemoluverxx @quixscentsposts @junie-keene @depressed-kay @deansbbyx @just-levyy @lacilou @ladysparkles78 @kat-nee @themerc-with-a-mouth @howlerwolfmax
Chapter warnings: Mentions of past torture, past sexual assault, past relationship between Fem!Reader x a surprise canon character
Series Masterlist - Part 5
You drove and drove, only one destination in mind. The music from Butcher's fucked radio was playing something from the sixties. He had been able to get it to the lowest volume when you were together, and you couldn't be bothered to turn it off. You also didn't mind the background noise from the storm taking place in your head.
Did you go too far with Ben? You knew he was affected by what he went through in Russia, he told you as much, that he was reacting badly to certain triggers. And after your talk with Butcher about this PTSD, you knew that was what he was experiencing. Maybe even a bit yourself... so why did you throw that out? That he was too busy blowing people sky high?
You knew it was an emotional reaction to your feelings towards him. Damn it, if you'd just told him years ago, maybe you'd be together, maybe not. But you would have worked through it all at least. You knew he was too important to you to ever lose. You would have made it work... no matter his response...
Over the years... the many... many years... you felt you had become so close to being more than just best friends who grew up together. You were the only person to ever see each other in their best and worst state a number of times... the only one who had been a constant to each other. So why was it always so difficult for you?
On the other hand... you couldn't believe him! Ben angered you so, saying such misogynistic shit. That you needed a good fuck?
"Are you fucking kidding me?" You can't help but growl out, your hands tightening on the steering wheel.
Yes... you knew Ben had this macho front. He was a walking, talking, breathing definition of misogyny... but you knew he was always more than that. When you were young, he never acted this way. You knew it was played up for the camera's, this image that Vought wanted to portray... but there were a number of occasions where you just couldn't tell what was real and what was an act.
Did he really believe those things? Did he really think that about you?
Well, fuck. 
You try being abused your entire childhood, mentally, verbally, physically, sexually... and you come back at me and tell me you aren't just a little bit fucked up.
You knew that control was something you struggled with. When you've had it taken from you, then get just a little bit back, you find it hard to let go.
But did I need someone to screw me to calm down?
No. I think I'm fine.
Do I enjoy it? Hell yeah! But just because it's been forty years...
Your internal battle comes to an abrupt holt when you find yourself approaching your chosen destination. You pull up, parking in the abandoned car park outside the matching abandoned pizza restaurant. You sigh heavily and get out of the car. You take a moment, looking up at the jolly cartoon beaver smiling down at you, a smile filled with promises of a simpler time...
You make your way towards the building, walking around the back to find the back door you used to enter through all those years ago. When you find it, you see it had recently been opened, proven by the dirt and dead leaves collected over the years being pushed back, leaving a smear of mud against the concrete.
You pull the door out, softly cursing at the loud screech it makes dragging across the cement. You pass through the doorway, taking a look at your surroundings. The dark store room you walk into has a few old cardboard boxes, the smell of mould pungent in the air, spiderwebs and some other creepy crawlies, you're sure. But you try to make your way through, as silent as you could be.
Just as you're moving through the hallway, your telepathic powers pick up another mind. Only a moment later, you see a reflection of the sun through a crack in the wall hit something in the corner of your eye.
Time immediately slows down, where you see a silver blade swing towards you, aimed directly at your throat. You quickly bend backwards, throwing your head as far back as possible. You feel the breeze on your face form the air moving around the sharp steel as you watch it glide past your face, only a hairs width from your skin.
Time snaps back, as you pull yourself forward, bending down and swiping your leg out towards those of the attacker. They jump quickly to avoid being knocked over, as you roll forwards. You jump to your feet, hands out with violet light shining from them, your powers at the ready. The attacker approaches you, clearly not intimidated by your evident Supe abilities. You shoot a violet coloured blast at them, which they quickly dodge.
You notice they reach towards their waist, and in a flash, they throw something at you. Your keen eyes are able to see another steel blade and you twist your wrist, sending a forcefield out. The throwing knife bounces off the forcefield, clattering to the ground. You bring it down, seeing the dark figure still storming towards you with their katana at the ready. Their movements are short and fast, displaying their knowledge combat.
You raise your hands once again, using them to snatch the sword out of their grip and throwing it back towards them. Again, their combat abilities are well practiced as they roll sideways. You see another blade being retrieved from their boot.
"ENOUGH!" You yell, sending a blast towards them. They shoot back onto their behind, not a sound leaving them.
You walk up to them, seeing the figure covered, literally, head to toe in a black suit, not showing a sliver of skin. You listen to their mind, knowing exactly who it was the moment you heard it earlier. But you recognised it had changed significantly since you last heard it forty years prior.
"Erving." You say, towering over Black Noir's body as he moves to rest on his elbows, face tilted up to you.
You can hear his internal voice.
"Y-Y/N?" He sounds different to what you remember.
"Like seeing a ghost, huh?" You say.
"You're not really here... you... you died." He almost sounds like a child...
"You know damn well I didn't die, Noir." You growl, anger rising up inside of you.
He looks up at you, sadness colouring his thoughts, along with shame.
"I didn't mean it." He sobs internally, as if he was a child apologising to their sibling they just hurt.
"But you did it." You say, feeling the sadness and betrayal break through, causing your voice to crack.
Black Noir looks down in shame. Good. You think to yourself. He should feel shame.
"You did it even after you didn't want to."
He looks back up at you, moving to stand up. As he does, you can see his shoulders slumped.
"I did."
"Why?" He looks back down to his feet. "Why?" You push, anger evident in your tone.
"Because Edgar wanted Soldier Boy out of the picture... and he knew you wouldn't let that happen... not without a fight."
What he says makes sense. You know you would fight till your dying breath to save Ben... and you knew your powers outdid anyone else on the team... if you knew what was going to happen... they would not have succeeded.
"I thought we were friends, Erving... even after... everything..." You say, your anger mixing with sadness as you recount the short period you and he were involved with each other.
"Y-Y/N... we were." He says sadly.
"No... friends don't do that, Erving. Friends don't betray each other and send them off to be tortured... burned with fire and acid... to be starved... to be stabbed... to be cut with blades, wires... blasted with radiation… to be raped..." you swallow thickly, tears filling your eyes. "Friends don't do that... they don't do that... to people they claim to love. No matter the context. You knew where Ben and I were going... and you helped make that happen... I may not have been able to love you the way you needed... or deserved... but, Erving... I never deserved any of that..."
"I know, Y/N... I know and I can never tell you how sorry I am..." he's says this, knowing you would never forgive him. "Soldier Boy...?"
"Is alive. As I am sure you are aware, seeing as you are hiding out here." You gesture to the derelict building.
You see the memories pass through his mind you and he shared here together, in the days when you were once close. Once lovers... memories of a simpler time... fond memories...
You would come here when you both wanted to avoid the spotlight and Vought. He used to share his memories of the place he spent a large chunk of his childhood. A place he used to find comfort in. Which in turn, provided you with comfort. But you promised you would never share this with anyone else.
Noir moves his hand up to his neck, fingers pulling his face mask from beneath the suit on his chest, and begins to lift it off his head...
It takes a lot for you to not react to his once hansom face now badly scared, barely recognisable to who you remember.
Memories of him sitting with you in Nicaragua on that fateful day, lightly joking before he covers your face with a mask. The bitter taste of a chemical strong enough to make you, a Supe, become drowsy. You remember struggling with him, shooting your powers out in attempt to remove him and the mask from your body. You managed to throw him back, his head hitting a rock, but he was able to recover quickly due to his own abilities.
"That wasn't from me..." you say softly, referring to his injury.
"No... Soldier Boy fought back. Even with the rest of the team, without Gunpowder... he was so strong..."
"He was never a saint... and... not all of his actions are inexcusable... but I find it hard to care right now, Erving..."
You move to walk past him, heading to the entrance you entered through.
"Y/N, wait!" You hear him call out in his mind. You stop, back still facing him. "You're... you're just leaving...?" He asks and you read that he's really wondering why you aren't killing him, like he expected you or Ben to do.
Before you answer, you take a deep breath, before letting it go.
"Listen to this carefully, Erving..." you swallow thickly. "I will not be the one to kill you...," you turn your body to look over at him, "at least not today. But I will not be the one to stand in his way." You say, referring to Ben. You see the fear in his remaining good eye. "I may change my mind. And I will know where to find you. Because don't you forget...," you move closer to him, staring directly into his brown orbs, one more cloudy than the other, "I've been inside your mind, Erving... you let that happen... you let me see into every corner of it... even now... I know you more than you probably know yourself... so you have two choices...
You can stay and fight knowing Ben is coming and I will be right beside him... or you can run and hide, living with the knowledge that at any moment... I might turn up... either way, dear, sweet, Erving... your days are numbered." You see his scared jaw clenched tightly before he swallows heavily. "So choose carefully."
You turn and walk out of the building, heading straight to the car before starting the engine and making your way back to the house.
Part 7
Ooooh past relationship between our dear reader and Black Noir? Whaaaaaa???
I’m really enjoying reading your comments guys! So interesting seeing your thoughts and opinions. Across all the sites this is on, there’s a good range of ideas and opinions, and I’m loving them!
Considering this was meant to be a one-shot, I feel like it’s coming together alright. I think I have an idea of where I want to end it, but no idea how many chapters left.
I should be starting a new job shortly too, so I might not get much time to keep up my (not so) regular updating schedule. But in the meantime, I’ll keep writing and try updating when I feel it’s ready.
Thanks everyone! Appreciating the love and support like you wouldn’t believe right now <3
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@siospins-deanjensen-reading-list thank you so much! I truly appreciate your support considering it was just a random thought and was meant to be a one-shot.
I definitely agree with you about Butcher and Soldier Boy having similarities.
I have to say, I’m still relatively new to Tumblr and posting stories here, but the support and fandoms are overwhelming me with support and love.
Thankyou 💕
Another Cover Up Masterlist
Soldier Boy x Reader
Summary: After Herogasm, Butcher, Hughie and Soldier Boy realise they might need more reinforcements. After doing more research, they discover the woman who was also injected with Compound V alongside Soldier Boy back in the 40’s. Everyone also thought she was KIA that day at Nicaragua. But if Soldier Boy was still alive… maybe she was too?
Part 1
Part 2 
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
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Another Cover Up (Part 5)
Fandom: The Boys
Pairing: Soldier Boy x Fem!Reader
Summary: After Herogasm, Butcher, Hughie and Soldier Boy realise they might need more reinforcements. After doing more research, they discover the woman who was also injected with Compound V alongside Soldier Boy back in the 40’s. Everyone also thought she was KIA that day at Nicaragua. But if Soldier Boy was still alive… maybe she was too?
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Tags: @msbadgirl @queenofspades20 @mimzy1994 @erinnkenobi @goldngguk @ateliefloresdaprimavera @roseblue373 @acarboni21 @sexyvixen7 @buckybarnes-1917 @valkyrie418 @multishipper @bxwitched @capswife @bluedragonflylady @leigh70 @xxemoluverxx @quixscentsposts @junie-keene @depressed-kay @deansbbyx @just-levyy @lacilou @ladysparkles78
Chapter Warnings: language, drugs/use, seeing masturbation
My apolo-geez.... I had family come stay, I had work drama, I had wisdom teeth removed, I had family drama, I had friend drama... my life haha
Hope you enjoy :)
Series Masterlist - Part 4
"Could you get a bigger stack of weed?" You joked as Butcher got back into the car, tossing the brick of cannabis onto your lap.
"Love... Soldier Boy is going through this shit like no one's business. He's smoking like a bloody chimney." He says looking at you.
"And who's the one feeding it to him?" You point out.
He eyes you, judging to see if you're tone is accusing in a bad way or if you're just ribbing him. Your raised eyebrow but dimple in the cheek tells him it's the latter.
"He could use the healing properties the herb offers, eh?" He winks at you.
"Hmmhmm..." you respond. "All jokes aside...," you swallow, "he's not okay... is he? Like… really.”
Butcher takes a deep breath, contemplating how to answer. But as he looks at the seriousness in your eyes, he knows not only are you going to figure it out without him saying it, but you already know the truth. And that you were a straight shooter who would appreciate him being honest.
"Love... you haven't seen wha' he's done." Butcher's Cockney accent is thick with his serious tone. "Midtown, Herogasm... something sets him off and I've seen it before."
"You think he has Shell Shock?" You frown with confusion at him.
"It's called something different now, but yeah."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" You exclaim in astonishment.
"It's a lot more common nowadays... well, not common... more… accepted...?" Butcher finds himself trying to correct himself, surprising even himself.
"Accepted?" Butcher nods as an answer. "You know people used to be executed for that, right? They were considered cowards." Your voice trails off.
"Trust me, I know." Butcher's expression becomes dark, images of his days in the British special forces flashing across his mind... Lenny...
You see the images, but try your best to turn it off again. You'd been doing so well all afternoon. But you couldn't help but be curious when a young boy enters his mind though...
"What's it called now?" You ask, curious.
"PTSD... stands for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder."
"Post Traumatic Stress..." you whisper, testing the words on your tongue, thinking about the conversation you and Ben had on the plane back from Russia. "Fuck... I think you're right..." you sigh out, turning to look out the window once again.
Butcher looks over to you, seeing you looking out the window. He wishes for just a moment that he could be the one to read your mind, to see what it was that made you think that, when you hadn't seen what Soldier Boy was capable of doing, intentional or otherwise since coming back.
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You and Butcher pulled up to Legend’s house mid afternoon. You carried the brick of weed out, Butcher grabbing the shopping bag from the store he went into earlier.
As you entered the house and made your way up the stairs you could hear faint music playing from the room Ben was staying in. You couldn’t help the roll of of your eyes and the pang in your heart. You knew you seemed pathetic… pining after a man who clearly never felt he same way. But you felt it was easier to have him in your life some way than not at all.
You followed the voices of Hughie and Legend to the living room, where you saw Ben’s part time career as a “singer” playing on the TV, but the sound was off.
“Jesus…” you can’t help but say under your breath.
“There you are.” Butcher tosses the bag onto the free couch. As he turns to look around, he takes off his glasses, realising Soldier Boy isn’t with them. “Oh, fuck me. Is he still at it?” He asks, disbelief colouring his tone.
“He hasn’t come out all day…” Hughie answers quietly, looking to Y/N quickly.
“Are we fucking surprised?” You scoff, fingers digging into the weed.
“So did you find anything? I’d really love the freedom to reign in my own home sometime soon.” The Legend’s slightly irritated voice speaks up, changing the subject, which you’re grateful for.
“Fuck all.” Butcher answers.
“Seriously?”
“Yes, Hughie. I don’t think he’s been to the three we went to in years.” You contribute. “And they’re the only ones I knew about.”
“Well I guess we’d better talk to him.”
“Right you are.” Butcher makes a move to head back down to Ben’s room, the three of you following. You stay at the rear, not wanting to be the first one to see what you’re inevitably going to walk in on.
As you all walk through the door, the music and moans are now louder and evident to everyone else. You follow behind Legend, who’s older knees are struggling to move as fast as Butcher’s or Hughie’s down the stairs into the room.
“You got a minute?” Butcher asks, interrupting the two women pleasuring themselves on the bed, along with Ben steadily stroking himself. The women gasp in surprise at being caught naked and partaking in the sexual activities, whereas Ben continues as he looks over his shoulder at the group.
“Oh, good. Lube? Huh? C’mon, I can’t go in raw.” Ben says, looking directly at Hughie.
“Please… don’t make eye contact.” Hughie begs, his level of uncomfortableness radiating off him.
“Hughie, listen, these women, they’re like fine wine. Okay, the older they get, the more delicious, but the drier.”
“Mary, Lucille, come on, chop-chop.” Legend moves between Butcher and Hughie towards the women. “Break time’s over. That shags not gonna vacuum itself. Come on.” He grabs their clothes handing them to them, as the women attempt to cover themselves and move to the stairs.
You move off the last step to the side, out of their way. They both give you a side-eye as they begin to make their way up the stairs, to which you can only scoff and raise your brows.
“What’s the problem?” You look back to see Ben has covered himself up with the silk robe he had on, joint in his hand
“What’s the problem?” Legend clarifies. “First of all. I can never fire those girls now, thank you. And second of all, this bed has seen two Jaclyn’s. You know that? Smith and Bisset.” He looks around. “Y-you’re treating it like a Reno cathouse.”
“Jesus.” Ben sighs, lifting the join to this lips.
“The problem,” Butcher interrupts, “is you gave me eleven of Mindstorm’s last-knowns. So far, Y/N and I’ve had a look at three and found fuck all. I-I’m chasing me fucking tail here, mate.” Butcher twirls his finger in the air.
“Sounds like that’s three down and eight to go.” Ben says, cockiness dripping from his tone.
“Yeah. And that’s gonna take weeks, and weeks I don’t got.”
This is where Legend decides to interrupt the conversation talking about his Egyptian cotton sheets… Ben and you both roll your eyes.
“The deal was, we get the rest of Y/N and my team, then we get Homelander.”
“And all I’m saying, is we could use a hand figuring it out.”
Ben moves to stand up. “I told you. Mindstorm’s a paranoid fuck. But, hey, if you could hear everybody’s shitty thoughts, you’d be too.”
“Thanks.” You add from the back of the room. Ben only gives you a look.
“Look, he bought up all the run-down cabins all over the place. He’s Howard Hughs without the piss jars. He’s bat shit crazy.” He lifts the joint once again.
“Mindstorm’s not crazy.” Legend interrupts from the other side of the bed. “He’s bipolar.”
“Bipolar?” You ask. You never knew that…
“He’s bipolar?” Hughie also asks.
“Yeah.” Legends answers, walking between the group.
“Does he take meds for it?”
“I believe so. At least he did.” He turns to make his way up the stairs. “Girls, it smells like sex and Bengay in here!” He calls out, making his way up the stairs.
“Lithium prescriptions are that common.” Your attention moves back to Hughie. “I mean, I doubt he’s making it. Maybe… I-if we look at all the cabins and we…”
“And then check the local pharmacies.” Butcher adds.
“Yeah.”
“See who’s handing out Lithium.” Butcher pauses for a moment, before moving to pat Hughie on the arm. “Nice one, Hughie.” He smiles.
“We’re gonna need more reefer.” You all turn to look at Ben, sitting on the bed again, a leg hitched high with the dressing gown falling down exposing his muscular thighs. He only looks up at us, joint half way to his mouth and smiles wide.
Butcher and Hughie look at each other, as you peg the brick of weed at Ben, catching him off guard as it hits him heavy in the chest.
“Erm, I’m going to start cross referencing those cabins and pharmacies.”
Butcher sees the pissed off look on your face, and the shocked one on Ben.
“Uh, yeah I’ll come help.”
After they both leave the room, Ben asks, “What the hell?”
“What the fuck are you doing?” Your anger is evident.
“Um… enjoying myself. Here, take a hit.” Ben holds the joint out to you.
“You’ve been back, for what? Two weeks now?” You ask, moving towards him.
“Something like that.” He answers, breathing out his puff of smoke.
“And what have you done? Other than blow up a hundred people on two seperate occasions?”
“Hey!” He stands up, towering over you. “I told you that wasn’t what I meant to do.” He growled
“But what else have you been doing to find these fucks?” You grit out with clenched teeth. “You stay here all fucking day, screwing the help.” You admit, you know your personal feelings were getting involved, but you also wanted to find your old team just as much as he did.
“You could be here too if you wanted to be.”
“Focus on the fucking task at hand Ben. You’re acting like you don’t even want to find them.” You growl.
“Get that stick outta your ass, Y/N. I’m sure Legend has a chef or a gardener who’d love to help you with that. You’ve always been so stuck up. Get banged and banged good for once.”
You can’t help yourself. You don’t even know you’ve done it until Ben’s face is twisted to the side. But slapping him did feel good…
“You know me fucking better than that, Ben.” You seethe.
You see the anger in his eyes, but you turn away quickly and storm up the stairs. You grab Butcher’s set of keys he tossed on the table as you walked into the house.
“Y/N?” You hear Hughie’s voice, but keep walking.
“I’m taking Butcher’s wheels. I’ll be back.” You say over your shoulder, slamming the front door as you make your way to the car and start her up.
Part 6
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@whitemanshoe19 Oh my god! Thank you so much for the recommendation and support! 🥰
S.B A-L Series Recommendations
Kill Of The Night Series by @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone
Another Cover Up Series by @globetrotter28
Thunder In Our Hearts Series by @luci-in-trenchcoats
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Another Cover Up UPDATE
I am continuing this story, I’ve just had some family and work stuff so haven’t gotten around to it. Let alone I have a medical procedure coming up.
Part 6 is mostly written, but haven’t really started Part 5. And I really feel like I need that to fill in the gap. So far it’s just ‘Part 5’ in the title 😅
Please bear with me.
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Another Cover Up (Part 4)
Fandom: The Boys
Pairing: Soldier Boy x Fem!Reader
Summary: After Herogasm, Butcher, Hughie and Soldier Boy realise they might need more reinforcements. After doing more research, they discover the woman who was also injected with Compound V alongside Soldier Boy back in the 40’s. Everyone also thought she was KIA that day at Nicaragua. But if Soldier Boy was still alive… maybe she was too?
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Tags: @msbadgirl @queenofspades20 @mimzy1994 @erinnkenobi @goldngguk @ateliefloresdaprimavera @roseblue373 @acarboni21 @sexyvixen7 @buckybarnes-1917 @valkyrie418 @multishipper @bxwitched @capswife @bluedragonflylady @leigh70
Chapter Warnings: language, discussion of previous character’s sexual assault
Yes, Butcher will come off OOC this chapter.
Series Masterlist - Part 3
You and Butcher left at 6am sharp the next morning.
You had barely slept since arriving Stateside, so although Butcher was walking out to his shit box of a car, attempting to sneak off quietly, you were already sitting in the front seat.
He didn't see you until he opened the driver's side door and huffed a heavy breath as he sat in the seat and you made your presence known.
"Nice try." You said.
"Bollocks!" He shouted as he jumped in his seat, turning his widened brown eyes to you. He saw a wicked grin on your face, one that matched his own when he was up to something.
"Is that any way to talk in front of a lady?" You sass.
"Jesus Christ...," he took a deep breath to steady his beating heart.
"Are we going or not?" You say, pulling the temperamental seat belt down from over your shoulder and clicking it into place.
"You're a bloody Supe and you still put the belt on?" Butcher asks, confused eyes staring at you.
"I may be a Supe, but I still feel pain. And let's be honest, William... you know I don't have reason to trust that you won't try and throw me through that windshield." You say as you point to said windshield, eyebrow raised.
He only grunts as a response before turning the engine over and pulling away from the house.
You both drive in silence for almost three quarters of an hour before you reach to turn the radio on. Although you didn't care too much, Butcher's mind was quite a fucking mess and you didn't really want to listen to it much more.
"You ever heard of asking?" Butchers gravelly voice breaks through the tune of an old song crackling through the speaker.
"Control your thoughts better and maybe I would." You quip, side eyeing him. "Besides... didn't think you'd care too much if it took my focus of your fucked up brain." You look out the window seeing shades of green pass you by.
"Hughie said you were having some troubles." He mentions.
"Hmm... it's not easy when they fuck with your brain... sometimes feels like they were trying to scramble some eggs."
The song on the radio changes to one you were very familiar with. The high pitched piano notes send chills through your body taking you a second to recognise the song. The melodic male voice singing 'turn around' before Bonnie Tyler's distinctive husky voice joins in, and you're quickly reaching for the tuner to adjust the station. 
"As lovely as she is," Butcher says, gently tapping the dashboard of the vehicle, "the radio is on the blink." Butcher says with a severely sarcastic tone.
You reach for the volume to at least turn it down as low as possible, but it only gets louder.
"You're joking?" Your voice is thick with frustration as you look at Butcher, turning it the other way to turn it back down, but it only goes to the same volume it was when you first started.
"Nah, not too much of a joker, love." He smirks at you. "Her audio settings are simple; one station, on, off, loud or louder." He chuckles as he looks at your face that you can only imagine is one that looks like you would readily kill him. He only laughs heartier. 
You go to turn it off then, but he smacks your hand away.
"Un-uh! You wanted it on, princess, it's on."
You look at him, flabbergasted that he just smacked your hand. The chorus is playing now and to your utter shock, Butcher starts belting it out in his cockney voice.
"Oh my god, fuck me..." you mutter in frustration as you sink into your seat.
You knew Butcher was doing this to annoy you, but he starts doing air drums and is very clearly getting into the song. You know you could easily turn it off, but you can't help but feel your frustration slowly morph into enjoyment at his terrible singing and just start to giggle, soon joining him in the love ballad.
By the third verse you're singing by yourself. What you didn't realise was that Butcher was listening to the lyrics. He was picking up that they clearly meant something to you as your voice was becoming extremely emotional, even cracking on the odd occasion.
As the song was fading out, Butcher reached forward and clicked the radio off.
"Gotta love me some Bonnie." Butcher says somewhat jokingly before switching his tone quickly. "A'right. What was that?" He presses you.
"What was what?"
"Why didn't you want to listen to that song." He gestures to the radio, his left hand still on the steering wheel.
You release a large sigh, trying to find the words. You soon settle on, "I helped write it."
It's quiet for a moment, you sensing Butcher's complete and utter confusion. He really didn't see that one coming.
"You helped write that?" He clarifies.
"Yep." You confirm, glancing at him.
"No you didn't." He looks at you, eyes furrowed in disbelief.
"Get your little device out and look it up." You suggest.
"Yeah... yeah a'right, I'll do just that."
Butcher reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out his phone, keeping one hand on the wheel and looking at his phone as he attempts to type on it.
"You've got to be fucking joking...!" He bellows, glancing at you briefly in disbelief.
"Told ya." Your smirk.
"'Total Eclipse of the Heart' was written by Jim Steinman [and Y/N Y/L/N] and released by Bonnie Tyler in 1983."** Butcher reads. "This has gotta be one of the most famous love ballads..."
"Glad it did well." You say.
"Supe's don't have talent like that." Butcher states.
"Ha! You're not wrong... have you seen any of Ben's movies? Or heard his songs? Fuck, they're terrible!" You laugh.
"You didn't have any- well..."
"No, I refused to be a dancing monkey. This was the only one I co-wrote and produced." You tried not to, but you could hear Butcher questioning why you were even a Supe. So you decided to answer him. "I saw these... powers... as a way of me actually trying to make a difference. I never wanted to be in front of the camera. I never wanted the notoriety." You pause for a moment. "This was meant to be a gift. I was turned into this... thing... what I was sold is not what it was... they wanted a weapon that would easily be turned into a profit for their convenience."
"You sound like bloody Starlight." Butcher grumbled.
"Starlight?" You questioned. "Oh... Annie..." you can't helps but see this Starlight in his mind, recognising her from Hughie's visions. "At the risk of you getting pissed, what is your issue with Supes? At least the good ones. This Starlight seems pretty alright."
"You lot can't be trusted." Butcher's tone quickly turns sour.
"Fair statement." He looks at you confused once again. "Hey, from what Hughie has told me about him getting into the game, they haven't really changed much in forty years. Vought's still blowing that smoke up their asses, covering for their idiocy. But you know... before they were injected with that poison, Compound V... they were human. Just like normal humans... not all of them are winners. But there are some... like Hughie, who aren't so bad." He only grunts. "Maybe Starlight isn't so bad."
The silence is deafening. Well... at least if you couldn't hear Butcher's thoughts. But again, they were a fucking mess...
Butcher soon breaks the silence with, "Are you..." he coughs. "Are you in me head? Right now?" He glances over at you then back at the road.
"Not really. I'm trying not to be. I wasn't fucking around when I said your brain is pretty fucked." He scoffs, what you believe to be in agreement with you. "But it's hard hearing everyone's thoughts. All the time. Before Russia, I could turn it off in a way. It's taking me some time to get that skill back." You explain, not only for him but also for yourself. "So I'm trying. I wouldn't appreciate someone plying around inside my fucked up brain either." You say, truthfully but also trying to make it not so serious. Butcher seems to appreciate that, if only a little.
It's silent for about a minute before he breaks it again.
"I never really understood Supes." He says, bringing your focus back to him. "Never got why they were always put up on this bloody pedestal." He scoffs scornfully. You don't say it, but he knew you already agreed with him, which he only confirms. "Always thought they'd be better off actually being heroes, out there really saving people. Not profiting from it. But my wife-" he clears his throat. "My wife actually worked at Vought Tower. She was in the Media and Communications team. PR, did their social media."
You were about to ask what 'social media' was, but decided it'd be better to ask Hughie. You didn't want to interrupt Butcher sharing his story.
"She was fucking good at it too." He smiles gently, a flash of pride colouring his harsh features. "Was the best bloody woman I ever knew." His voice tightens.
"Knew?" You ask gently, having a pretty good idea where this was going.
"A Supe hurt her. Raped her." You swallow thickly and look down at your lap. "She disappeared for years. I never believed she was dead, but... a part of me always thought..." he stops for a moment before continuing. "But she wasn't. Turned up just over a year ago. Vought had her as a prisoner in a fake town with her son."
"Son?" You question, thinking only for a moment how that was a nightmare of yours. Getting pregnant from such an act of violence.
"Ryan. Actually a sweet kid. I see so much of my Becca in him." His voice is slightly watery from his sadness. "He accidentally killed her. Trying to protect her from Stormfront."
"Fucking Nazi bitch..." you sneer under your breath. "It was Homelander." You state, already figuring out the monster that did that to Butcher's wife. "That's why you want Ben to kill him."
Butcher's eyes stay glued to the road, but he swallows thickly before nodding once. Although it was clear from the beginning in exchange for helping Soldier Boy kill the old members of Payback, he would kill Homelander, Butcher was still worried the original Supe would feel used.
"Then I'll do whatever I can to help put him down." Butcher's eyes turn to meet yours, seeing the anger and sincerity in your face. "He deserves what's coming to him for all the pain he's caused."
Butcher nods once again in a silent thanks.
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Turns out three of the safe houses were a complete bust. You still had eight to go, but both you and Butcher were fed up with the day. So you made the long drive back to Legend's house.
Butcher's phone starts to ring, so he puts it up to his hear and you can hear Hughie's voice make it's way through the speaker. Your enhanced hearing makes it easier for you to hear, but you try to tune it out.
You focus on the passing trees again, a field soon breaking through. You see a large property with a beautiful country style home sitting in the middle. There's a few cattle off to the side in one of the paddocks and you see two adults, the woman holding a young child on her hip as both her and the man point at the animals.
You can't help the small smile that breaks out in your face as you imagine what your life might have been like if you had never been injected with V. Maybe you would have got married, had a family of your own. You always imagined it would have been with Ben, but... you decided it was too late for you now.
"Have to make a small supply run, love." Butcher's voice breaks you from your thoughts and you realise you're looking at a forest of trees once again.
"Yeah. Okay."
"Won't take long, only a few things for your- ah for Soldier Boy." Butcher cuts himself off, realising that what Hughie asked him to pick up was not being used between you and Ben.
No one ever really described Butcher as an 'awkward' man. But he certainly felt awkward in that moment. He didn't have to be a genius to know that you had a hard on for the original superhero. He could read between the lines that you wrote those lyrics to that Bonnie Tyler song about your relationship with said hero.
To be honest, Butcher was pretty surprised you and Soldier Boy weren't actually an item with the way he coddled and nursed you since finding you in Russia. Which is why he felt pretty shocked that Soldier Boy was wanting to screw the women on Legend's staff with you right there. And having Hughie ask him to pick up more Astroglide only added to his bewilderment.
Part 5
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