#hughie with makeup
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Need to rewatch The Boys solely to keep track of how many times Hughie is physically harmed because I think it’s so so fun when artists draw scars on characters that can’t retain them for whatever reason
#the boys#the boys tv#the boys amazon#hughie campbell#the answer is that it’s hard to keep track of for the makeup department + more time and money being put into makeup dept/prosthetics#I assume at least#anyway I think it’s fun and silly to draw him w a bunch of little scars especially compared to Annie who has none ❤️
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Still Falling For You — Nico Hischier
Summary: Nico finds out your learning how to make his favorite Swiss foods and it adds another reason to why he’s still falling for you
Content Warnings; Subtle angst at first, med student reader, poorly translated German (blame google translate)
Pairing; Nico Hischier x Fem Reader
A deep sigh left your lips, “I understand that you miss Switzerland but I can’t just drop everything and run to Switzerland for a month Nico!” Nico scoffed as he slammed his dresser drawer shut, “I can’t do this anymore. I’m gonna go stay with Jack for a while. I’m sorry.” You let out a defeated sigh, “Ich lebe dich, fahre vorsichtig. Schreib mir eine SMS, wenn du dort ankommst?” Nico hummed, “Wie auch immer, ich gehe jetzt.” You watched in silence as your fiancé left your shared apartment without so much as a kiss goodbye. That was over two weeks ago.
You’d gone to all of Nico’s games in the meantime and crammed for your MCATS all while taking cooking classes in the meantime. You were taking something out of the oven when the door opened, “Y/N?” Jack’s voice pulled you from the kitchen, “Kitchen!” Jack walked into the kitchen to find you in a hot pink apron adorning bright yellow oven mitts and a orange chef’s hat. Jack burst out laughing, “What the hell are you wearing dude?” You glared at him as you set the pan of Rösti on the stove, “Can it squeaks. Is Nico coming home anytime soon?” Jack shrugged, “Dude I have no clue. Get him off my couch, Maisie won’t even sleep in the same bed as me while he’s on our couch.”
You sighed, “I’m trying Hughes. Have I ever screamed chef to you?” Jack paused for a minute to think, “Not particularly, speaking of what is this stuff?” You sighed as you put the pan of cake batter in the oven for the Zuger Kirschtorte. You turned to Jack, “I called his mom, I had to bribe her with my peanut butter fudge the next five times she visits to spill his favorite Swiss meals. He keeps talking about how much he misses Switzerland. I can’t go to Switzerland with my MCATS coming up, that’s why we’re fighting. So I wanted to make it up to him. I need you to get him here tonight at 6. Please Hughie?” Jack smiled at your romantic spiel, “I can try my hardest Y/N. This is really cute by the way.” You smiled, “Thanks Jack. Now go I still have to finish making the food and shower and look cute for my guy.” Jack grinned as he excused himself and left the apartment.
You checked the cake and it wasn’t anywhere near done so you placed the bottle of Oeil-de-Perdrix, Nico’s favorite Swiss wine according to his mom, in the freezer to chill while you hurried into the bathroom and turned the shower on and quickly showered before changing into a simple pair of jeans and one of Nico’s favorite shirts of yours. You made it back to the kitchen and got the cake out and iced it and it was only 5 now. You smiled to yourself as you moved all the food out of the kitchen and onto the table. You tied the apron back around you as you started the rinsing dishes and put them in the dish washer. You took the wine out of the freezer and placed it in the fridge to stay cold.
By the time you finished it was still 5:15, you brought the food back into the kitchen and cleared a space in the living room, overlooking the beautiful city view that drew you into the apartment to begin with. You moved the table out onto the balcony and placed a tablecloth on the table to give it a restaurant quality look. You began to plate up food for both you and Nico. Once you were done with that you found an old record that neither you nor Nico had played since you got engaged over a year ago. You dusted it off and put it on the record player and allowed it to start as you found the perfect dimness of the lights.
You had 15 minutes to spare so you used that small window of time to style your hair into a cute simple half up half down hairstyle you wore on you and Nico’s first date. You put on a small amount of makeup, majority being your winged eyeliner and the lip liner and lipgloss on your lips. You felt awkward not having shoes on so you slipped on a pair of sandals and poured you both a glass of wine as you waited for Nico to come through the door.
You pick up yo ur phone read the time, 6:17. For a brief moment you believe he isn’t coming and you feel your heart drop. Maybe Jack had forgotten to tell him, maybe Nico just decided he wasn’t coming, maybe he’d decided he was done and didn’t have the heart to tell you. Until your phone buzzed with a text.
J. Hughes: He took more convincing than expected. Told him he need to get a clean suit for tomorrow’s game. He’s on his way up now.
You smiled as you heard the door open. Nico froze in the doorway of his home. Granted he hadn’t been home in a few weeks but he was almost certain that his kitchen table was missing. And his house smelled like Mahogany and Teakwood, his favorite candle. That he happened to know that his fiancée hated the smell of. Love Me Like There’s No Tomorrow by Freddie Mercury faintly played through the apartment as he walked further inside, “Honey?” He hadn’t spotted you on the couch where you usually sat and studied around this time of night. The dimness of the home coupled with the silence hanging heavy in the air worried Nico slightly.
You had heard his footsteps just inside the balcony. He opened the curtain and spoke softly, “Hi pretty lady. What are you doing out here all alone?” You smiled up at him, “I’m not alone anymore. Sit before the food gets any more cold.” Nico looked at the food on the table, “Where did you learn to cook these?” You smiled at your fiancé, “The internet is a helpful place sometimes.” Nico sat down as he looked at the foods he’d loved most during his childhood in front of him and the woman he loves most in the world having made them, “Danke meine liebe.”
You smiled at him, “Es war mir ein Vergnügen, Hübscher.” Nico spoke almost sadly, “I’m sorry for how I acted angel. I really appreciate this.” You smiled, “What can I say, I love doing things for my people.” Nico smiled, “I know. It’s one of the things I find myself still falling for you because of.”
#fanfic#hockey#hockey player x reader#nhl#nhl fanfiction#nico hischier#nico hischer x reader#nj devils#swissarmy#switzerland
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Demons | Chapter 1
Pairing: Billy Butcher (The Boys) x Supe!OC
Summary: Over a year ago, Lilith Murphy escaped the experiments and torture of the Sage Grove Center. After laying low and stripping at Super Girlz, she’s found by Billy and The Boys.
Warnings: descriptions of sex work, sexual violence, sexual themes, mental illness, eventual smut (!)
AN: omggggggggg so anyways….here’s ch 1! get excited y’all!!! please do let me know what you think! comments and likes keep me writing lol
Lilith Murphy was running late. So late that her boss at Super Girlz even noticed.
“You’re on in ten, Murph.” He grumbled, barely looking up at her as she entered the back office.
“Sorry, won’t happen again.” She breathed, pushing past him. They both knew it would definitely happen again.
Her manager grunted in response, staring down at his nude magazine.
Lili made her way to the dressing room, smiling curtly to the other girls as she made her way to a chair. She wasn’t really close with any of them—Lili preferred to stay on the outside. It was safest there.
The reflection in the mirror was a sore sight—her red hair was a mess and she still had last night’s makeup on. Smudges of black lined her eyes while leftover glitter stuck to her cheeks. She took a makeup wipe from her bag and wiped her face, preparing it for another night of heavy makeup and sparkles.
The routine was the same every night now. Lili was basically nocturnal at this point, her sleep schedule a mess and social life nonexistent. But she had to be there, it was the only way to survive after escaping Sage Grove.
It was hard for Lili to believe it had been over a year since the facility got broken into by some randos. She had been stuck there for years, enduring endless pain and torture because of the abilities she possessed.
Now wasn’t much different, though. The endless pain and torture didn’t stop, even now that she was free.
She was so used to pain she felt numb.
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“Are you sure this is it?” Hughie asked as Billy pulled the car up to a dark alleyway.
“This the address Mallory gave me.” He grumbled, done with Hughie’s shit.
Hughie felt a shiver down his spine. They were in the middle of a bad neighborhood, about to walk down an alleyway.
“And you’re sure she’s here?”
“What I just tell ya? She’s here.”
Hughie gulped as Butcher led the way into the alley. Black clouds looked over the city. They reached a locked metal door, to which Billy banged on.
A disgruntled man swung the door open.
“Password?”
Hughie looked expectantly to Billy.
“Sixty-nine.” He said.
The man nodded and led them inside a dark room.
“The girls start in five.” He told them, pressing a button and opening another, more heavy door.
Inside, pink and purple lights filled the dark space. Supes were all over, sitting at the bar and on luxurious couches.
“What is this place?” Hughie whispered to Butcher.
“You never been to a supe club before, kid?”
He shook his head. Billy chuckled, looking around. “You ever been to a regular club?”
Hughie laughed nervously. “Um, no.”
“Well, maybe if yer lucky, one of these broads will give ya a wank.”
“I don’t know if I—“ Hughie started, hesitating when the lights started to go down.
“Stay close.” Billy said, walking towards a stage in the middle of the room. It was crowded, but they were able to find room towards the front.
“Butcher, I don’t know if we have time to watch the dancers—“
“Would ya fucking shut it, Hughie?”
“But where’s…uh…where is she?”
Billy didn’t have time to answer as music erupted from the speakers.
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“Are you ready?” A voice boomed from the stage. A twinky-looking EmCee had appeared.
The crowd erupted, the men almost feral for the girls that were about to come out.
“Introducing…the Super Girlz!”
The crowd once again went nuts, hooting and hollering.
Hughie looked at Billy, who kept his eyes on the stage, smirking. Work could sometimes have a little play, right?
The lights went off and everything was black. Hughie wondered if they had stumbled into the wrong place.
Pink lights flooded the stage as three girls stepped into view. They were all clad in lingerie, barely covering their asses. The men around them were practically frothing at the mouth.
Rap music started to play and the three girls began their routine, but something was missing. It was almost like they were waiting for someone. They shook their asses in a line, staring seductively into the crowd.
From the behind the stage curtain, a long, pink tongue appeared, snaking around the girls. The tongue licked one of the dancers on the cheek and she grinned.
A man next to Hughie hollered at the girls. It was all so, so weird. Who was the owner of this tongue?
Suddenly, the tongue snapped back into the curtain. The purple fabric was pushed to the side and a new girl appeared.
“Is that…” Hughie whispered.
Billy just smiled, keeping his eyes on the girl with the tongue. He had never seen her in person—just her mugshot in the file Mallory had given him. She was beautiful, of course, but he wasn’t expecting her to be that beautiful. And that body…
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Lili stepped out of the curtains, her heart audibly beating. All of the Supes around her could probably hear it.
It was so embarrassing to be nervous every show, but she couldn’t help it. One, she was on the run, and two, it was scary to be naked in front of randos.
Her outfit tonight was an all black bikini, contrasting her fellow dancers’ pink sets. The bottoms were definitely too small and the top barely covered her nipples, but Lili didn’t mind. Less clothes was equal to more tips.
The men in front of the stage cheered for her, sticking out their tongues. It was something her regulars did, thinking she would appreciate the solidarity. She didn’t.
Lili started her routine, dancing along with the other girls and showing off her twisty tongue. She had told her boss that elastic tongue was her only ability, which he was fine with. The other girls barely had powers in the first place. If only they knew who she really was.
Each girl took their turn doing a small solo for the men, grabby hands pushing dollars into their underwear.
Lili stretched her tongue in her mouth, moving her hips to the beat.
When it was her turn, she let her tongue fly, the pink thing seemingly having a mind of its own. The men yelled, begging for it to touch them. She smirked, letting her tongue lick at her own thighs as she knelt, ass out.
Her hands went up to cup her tits, swinging her head around, letting her bright hair flow.
The crowd was getting crazier, as they usually did, but she didn’t mind. It was easy money.
Hands reached out to her, stuffing one’s into her bra. Lili smiled seductively, her tongue also grabbing dollars out of the air.
She was almost done with her routine when she saw a large, strong hand reaching with a twenty.
Lili looked up, mostly expecting some old, rich creep. Instead, her blood ran cold.
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Sage Grove, 1 year ago
Lili sat in a damp, cold room. They had just done one of their “sessions”, which was basically just legal torture. The doctors at Sage Grove had specific instructions for her, because of her background. She was apparently too powerful for V experiments. Instead, the doctors at the facility did the opposite, pumping her full of V Inhibitor to control her powers. She felt weak and tired all the time, her once great powers pouring out of her like blood.
She sat on the icy floor, wishing that tomorrow would be the day that the V finally killed her.
Suddenly, sirens wailed from outside. The door to her room opened, but no one was there. Carefully, she got up and walked to the doorway, eyes widening at what she saw.
Patients ran through the halls, their various powers surging. Lili smiled, she was finally free.
She sprinted down the hallway, unsure if her powers would even work. The V Inhibitor was still in her system, slowing her down.
The front of the facility was open, with patients causing chaos all over. She could’ve probably beat the shit out of anyone there, but that would make her more of a target than she already was.
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The minute the grass touched her feet, Lili felt like she was home already. Not that she had a home, but if she did. She pondered her next move, the idea of a home on her mind as she ran through the forest.
Then gunshots rang in her ears. Lili ran to the nearest tree, hiding behind it as she searched for the origin of the sound. Fifty feet away, one of her friends lay on the ground, bullet holes in his chest. She gasped, looking to the assailant. A man in a Hawaiian shirt held a smoking AK. Next to him was a blonde woman who kind of looked like Starlight.
No, no. That was Starlight.
What was she doing at Sage Grove with a mysterious gunman?
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Lili couldn’t forget a face.
Like literally. Her brain was so powerful she remembered most things.
The face of the man in front of her was the same as the gunman from Sage Grove. Sure, he was hot, but he murdered a kid. Why was he, and the twink next to him, at Super Girlz?
Lili took the money from him, shoving it in her bra and backing up.
He stared her down like she was some kind of prey.
Lili turned, her nerves almost ruining the other dancer’s routine. She had to go. Now.
The dance was almost over and sure, her boss would be mad she left, but Lili was in danger. Even if the guy didn’t want to kill her, he was surely being followed. The Seven had their ways.
Lili left the stage, her stilettos clicking on the floor as she ran to the dressing room.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…” she mumbled, trying to grab her clothes and bag. She couldn’t be on the run in lingerie.
“Well, well, well, look what we have ‘ere.” A British accent perked her ears. Lili turned, heart dropping.
“Who are you?” She pushed. “What the fuck do you want from me?”
Billy looked her up and down, eyes lingering a little too much on her tits.
“Just a little chat, right Hughie?” He motioned to the skinny man next to him.
“Uh, uh yeah.”
“Whatever you want from me, I don’t have it.”
Butcher took a step closer. “We don’t want nothing from ya, love. Just a little help, that’s all.”
“Help?”
Billy smirked. “I got a tip that a little lassie gave Homelander a run for his money few years ago.”
Fuck. Lili’s body went rigid. Her mouth dried. “Well then you got the wrong girl.”
Butcher laughed. He got even closer.
“Nah. I think we got ‘er right here.” He stared into her eyes. If she wasn’t on the run, she’d consider it a tender moment.
Billy paused. “Eh, Demoness?”
The nickname stung her like a fucking wasp.
“Don’t call me that.” She spat.
“Ah, there’s the spunk!” Billy turned to Hughie.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“M’ sorry love, how rude of me.” He stepped forward, again. “I’m Billy Butcher, and this here,” he clapped the twink on the shoulder. “This is Hughie Campbell.”
“Okay, and?” Lili looked past the men and to the door. “How the fuck did you find me?”
“Not hard when ya stripping around in ya knickers and using that tongue of yours.”
Rude, but true. Lili shivered, crossing her arms in front of her breasts. She was still practically naked. Again, Butcher’s gaze lingered a bit too long.
“You two enjoy the show?” She spit back, turning to grab her clothes.
“Eh, seen better.” Butcher replied. Hughie looked uncomfortable.
Lili scoffed. “Sure.” She rummaged through her bag, desperate to cover up. “Doesn’t matter anymore, though, does it?”
Butcher was silent. Lili took a step towards him, almost as tall as him with her heels. “When The Seven finds me, which they will, no thanks to you, they will kill me.”
“That’s why we’re here first, love.”
Lili almost pressed her thighs together at the nickname. “And what makes you think I’ll come with you?”
Billy laughed. “You got anotha option?”
Lili thought for a second. She really didn’t have another option, but Billy and Hughie were still suspicious to her. How did they find out about her in the first place?
“I—“ she started, but before she could get the words out, the door to the dressing room burst open.
For the second time that night, Lili’s blood ran cold. In the doorway stood The Deep.
“Lilith!” He said, seemingly relieved to see her.
Frankly, Lili was too stunned to speak.
“Ah, how nice of you to join us!” Billy said, standing in front of Lili. She didn’t expect him to try and protect her. “Looks like you were searchin’ for the little lady here too.”
He looked past Billy. “I’ve been worried sick about you!”
Lili rolled her eyes. “I’m fine, Kevin.”
Billy looked back to Lili, giving her a questioning look.
“N-no you’re not! Look at you, Lil!” He motioned to her bra and panties. “Why didn’t you find me when you escaped?”
Something inside of her snapped. After the years and years of torture, she was finally free. There was nothing holding her back from finally showing The Deep what she was made of. No Homelander watching over her or power inhibitors.
“You don’t fucking own me.” She spat.
“But, but I thought—“
“You fucking raped me, Kevin!”
Billy turned to Lili, then to The Deep.
Lili could hear his heartbeat pick up.
“The fuck ‘e talking about, Lili?”
She ignored him. Fight now, traumatic backstory later.
“I did not!” The Deep wined. “Why does everyone say that?”
“Maybe because yer a fuckin serial rapist bastard, ever think about tha?”
Lili felt her hands get hot. Oh no. She hadn’t felt her powers in a long time. The energy surged through her body, lighting her nerves up. Her heartbeat rang in her ears. There was no doubt The Deep could hear it, too.
“Lili, please.” He begged her. “Come back with me.”
“Never.”
“Please?” He pouted.
“The lady said no, Kevin.” Billy smirked, stepping towards The Deep.
They stared each other down. Lili didn’t know if Billy or Hughie were Supes. If they weren’t, it was going to be up to her to defeat The Deep. Her hands heated up more.
“Kevin.” She said, pushing past Billy. “You need to go.”
“Lilith—“
“Now!” She yelled, hands lighting on fire. Long, pointed fingernails grew from her fingers. Her eyelids flickered, revealing blood red irises, contrasting to her usual ocean blue.
Billy lunged back, but was unsurprised by her power. He must’ve read her file.
She spoke through new, pointed teeth, with a deeper, more ominous voice.
“If you don’t leave, I’m going to have to fucking kill you.” She couldn’t help the way she was feeling. After years and years of repressing her powers and taking the V Inhibitor, Demoness was back.
“Lili, baby—“ The Deep had only seen her powers once, ten years ago.
Lili opened her mouth, half expecting her tongue to slide out like a big joke. Instead, she breathed fire, flames shooting out of her mouth.
The Deep barely got out of the way before the fire scorched him. He fell to the ground.
“Fuck! What the fuck!”
“Get out!” She yelled.
The Deep scrambled up, grabbing the door handle.
“And Kevin,” Lili smiled with her fangs. “Do tell Homelander I’m back,” she looked to Billy, then back to The Deep. “Tell him I’m coming for him.”
Billy smiled to Hughie, who looked terrified. Lili forgot he was even there.
“Y-you can’t defeat him. He’s too powerful.”
Lili laughed, entire body in flames now. “Well a girl can try, right?”
“Lili—“
“No. Fuck you. Get out!” She shot fire from her hands, burning his skin.
The Deep crawled away, leaving an ablaze Lili with Billy and Hughie.
“Fuck.” She whispered, the fire on her body dying out. It was exhausting being a supe. Lili felt her body relax, but the relief was too much and she faltered, barely able to catch herself.
“Haven’t used those powers in a minute, huh?” Butcher grabbed her shoulder.
Lili’s eyelids fluttered. She was not going to pass out in front of a sexy older man.
“Uhh—“
“Here.” Butcher shrugged off his long black coat. “Don’t want ya lookin like a whore when ya meet the boys.”
He said that, though she could tell he would rather have her in her underwear (or nothing at all).
The boys?
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now that ive seen u write “You’ll be safe, yeah? You come straight to me and Hughie the moment you’re out.” I simply have to request a scenario in which it happens - maybe r really doesnt think she's going to make it out but she manages it and when she gets to hughie and butcher she's so overwhelmed that she just starts to cry, and soft moments w butcher ensue I CAN SEE IT
screaming, crying, a puddle on the floor rn. let's do this. THIS GOT LONG uhh slight tw for refs to the deeps misogyny
You don't know how Hughie managed it last time. Going undercover, planting a bug. You've only been in the building for ten minutes and you're wrestling with your nerves, trying to keep your heartbeat down and your breath steady.
Your boss at work was sent an NDA from Vought after having one of his office buildings destroyed by Homelander. When you mentioned it during dinner one night, all Butcher saw was an opportunity for infiltration, and the planning began.
The man who's taking your meeting is an Everyman type, dressed well, glasses, matter-of-fact tone of voice. Clipboard in hand, he leads you into the largest meeting room you've ever seen. The windows are floor to ceiling, walls were decorated with flatscreen monitors, and the table with seven seats is shaped in a curve that stretches along the entire back half of the room, leaving large gaps between the seats.
"This is where the Seven usually take meetings," the man says contentedly, taking a seat in the middle. You eye the room warily.
"Don't they need it to be available, then?" You ask, wondering about the odds of a member of the Seven walking in. But he simply shrugs with a lucked-out smile.
"Fortunately, nothing is booked for the rest of the day. Please, take a seat."
So you do. You begin to listen to him at first, but then you zone out: not only are you supposed to plant a bug, but Butcher gave you a chip to plug into one of the PC's. That would help you gain remote access to the server.
The material of the seat's becoming sticky as you grip onto it, heat radiating from your palms. Your gut has twisted into a maze of knots, a boulder settling into the space between your stomach and diaphragm: you're struggling to breathe properly.
"And to seal the deal, just sign here," you zone into the conversation again just as the man finishes his spiel. "Oh! Let me find a pen for you," his eyes blow wide and apologetic, and he turns away from you to dig through his bag. You notice it's stuffed full; the cuff of a jacket spilling out amongst two notepads and a few packs of tissues. You're amused briefly -- you've never known a man to cary packets of tissues before.
While he's distracted, you slip the bug from the inside of your pocket mirror, pretending you're checking on your makeup. He's struggling to find a pen; packets of tissues fall onto the floor and the rustling's more urgent. He bumbles out an apology but he's still folded over the arm of his chair.
Your heartbeat is in your ears, heat flooding to your cheeks, the backs of your knees. Under the table, you peel off the plastic and stick the bug to the table. While you stuff the plastic into the smallest pocket of your jeans -- with a mental note to flush it later -- the man sits up, flushed and dazed. He holds up the pen for you to take, and you sign the document. Before he can conclude the meeting, you sweetly ask if there's a bathroom you can use.
Footsteps echo loudly in the boardroom, and the further away you get, the more confident you feel. An exhilarating thrill rolls through your body with every heartbeat and you're almost out of the room when red leather boots turn the corner.
You stand rooted to the spot, face to face with one of the most evil people alive. Homelander's eyes meet yours, unblinking, not a soul behind them. He's intimidating; tall, he looks you up and down and sniffs, before a smile spreads onto his face. It reminds you of a clown, a performative mask, hiding his true emotions, preparing to manipulate any situation to his advantage.
You're no match: a sensitive soul with flowers in her eyes. You couldn't dream of a fraction of the acts he's committed. You feel sick to the stomach. He looks up at the man behind the table, "And who's this?" He looks back to you. "Where are you going?"
"NDA client," the man at the back says.
"The bathroom," you say as lightly as possible, not wishing to poke the bear. He hums and nods.
"Well, you'd better hurry then! I was going to offer you a tour," he sucks air in through his teeth, "but I suppose that's more The Deep's thing, right?" He chuckles at his own 'joke', and your heart thuds in your chest. He looks you up and down, you find your feet and excuse yourself, just catching him roll his eyes at you as you pass.
Hot. You're very hot. It's trickling down your palms and your legs, all tingly and fuzzy. Your cheeks burn with the stress of the encounter, just standing in front of the man has made you want to cry.
But you have one more job. You take a deep breath and continue through the almost empty corridors. While you make your way out, you'll find a computer room. The bathroom appears on a left corner, but the signs say the exit is to the right; the moment you turn, you catch red and blue out of your peripheral vision.
You look up and see, to your relief, the door to the men's bathroom. Without looking, because you already know what you'll see, you spin on your heel and enter the ladies, as if you had misread the signs.
You scan the bathroom stalls, and, confident that they're empty, you catch yourself on a sink. Did he recognise you from somewhere? He must have been able to sense your panic. In which case, he knows you've tried to do something. In which case, he'll follow you out.
In which case, you're screwed.
You swear a few times to yourself, taping the cold ceramic edge with your fingertips. Turning the tap as cold as possible, you let it splash across your inner wrists to help lower your temperature.
Then, you apologise to Butcher under your breath because you need to leave. Now.
You leave the bathroom without looking behind you. Fixing your eyes on the exit signs, you follow them, down a flight of stairs, another hallway, why is this building such a maze? Even though you aren't looking for him, you hear another set of footsteps somewhere distantly behind you. They're heavier, steeped in layer after layer of anguish and rage, except it's only simmering.
When they speed up with you it's an instinctive reaction to look over your shoulder -- and there he is, striding maybe twenty feet behind you.
Everything in your body jolts with white hot fear, you speed up again, keep walking, looking forward, when Annie appears to be walking towards you. All you can hear in your head is "luck, luck, luck!"
As her face becomes clearer, you catch her eye, wasting no time to widen yours, stare intendedly and flick your own behind you. She subtly follows your eyes and then she's gone, not showing any acknowledgement of you at all.
Before you slip into the elevator, you hear Annie's melodic speech drifting through the air, until the doors shut. She saved you. You still want to cry. But there's a camera in the corner, so you stand as still and emotionless as possible, suppressing any trembling that appears like a tortured game of whack-a-mole.
The doors open, you see the exit, and you're finally thinking about the future. Where are they?
"You come straight to me and Hughie the moment you're out."
That's what he said, and now you've turned the corner from Vought and tears are collecting in the corners of your eyes. Scanning the busy streets and avoiding strangers' eye contact. You see his car first, and then you notice the two men leaning against each side, conversing over the roof of the car.
When Butcher sees you approaching, he's only filled with the raw relief that you're alive and begins to smile proudly. But then the sun catches the glistening streaks on your cheeks and your eyes are bloodshot and your shoulders are quirking unnaturally, and dread pools in his stomach. His gut has been hacked into and when you throw your arms around his neck and begin to cry, he assumes the worst.
"I'm sorry-- I'm so sorry, I tried..." your eyelashes tickle his neck, tears seeping into the collar of his shirt. He's startled, and it takes him a moment to slide one arm around your back and hold your head into his shoulder with his other hand. He looks at a wide-eyed Hughie, who is speechless, features weaved with concern. His thumb gently rubs circles into your hair, and he's bewildered.
Your body shakes against his, so his grip tightens around you while he tries to keep you steady. He hooks his arm around your waist in case your legs give up on you, and he looks helplessly at Hughie. You've never been like this before.
"Christ," he whispers to himself. You're holding onto him for dear life. He begins to rub circles onto your back, making a point to breathe deeply to trick your subconscious into copying him. He kisses the top of your head, and lingers. His breath brushes against your head, his grip the only tether you have to Earth.
When your breaths slow down, you squeeze him again tightly. He pulls you away and swipes at the tears below your eyes.
"What happened?" He asks so gently, so sincerely, that you don't have words yet. From your pocket, you retrieve the chip and hold it out, sniffling. He takes it and frowns, in dialogue with himself, and he looks at Hughie.
You can't decipher the look they've shared but Butcher doesn't say anything when his attention is on you again, already catching more tears with his thumb.
Habitually, you look to the floor, but Butcher's hand at your jaw gently maintains your eye contact. "The bug?" You nod, hoping that the fact will make him less annoyed with you. That you haven't failed. He considers this with satisfaction, and pockets the chip.
"I'm so sorry, Billy, I tried to do both but--" Your voice shatters like glass as a new wave of emotion hits you. But he's patient: only Hughie can see that he's beating himself up for doing this to you. It's obvious in the tick of his jaw, the twitching of his fingers, it's written in the creases of his eyebrows.
"When I was leaving," you clear your throat. "Homelander walked into the boardroom. I lied about going to the bathroom so I could find somewhere for the chip but he followed me, and I just kept thinking, what if he catches me? Am I getting out alive? Will I see you again?"
Billy doesn't blink. Hughie doesn't even think he's breathed. His features soften and he leans forward to press a firm kiss to your forehead.
"Oh, love. I am so sorry," he whispers into your skin. "I won't make you do that again, yeah?" His eyes narrow when he pulls back, "Did he hurt you? 'Cos I swear to God, that cunt's had it comin' for a while now." You shake your head, he thumbs at your cheek.
"No, no, Annie," Hughie perks up at the mention of her name. "She saw me and distracted him. If it wasn't for her, I would've been trapped in the elevator with him."
A beat.
"I'm sorry," you say again. Butcher shakes his head, eyebrows pulling together. He kisses you tenderly on the lips.
"Listen. The bug may be all we need, the light at the end of this bleedin' tunnel. And you did that, yeah?" He's trying to be optimistic, he's never optimistic. You offer him a small smile. "I won't let the bastard hurt ya. If you're in any sort of trouble," he finds himself saying, "you call me." He slips an arm around your shoulders to pull you close.
"If we need the bug, Y/N, we'll figure it out. Let's get you home," Hughie says with a kind smile. He opens the back door instead of the passenger, and slides in.
You sit in the passenger seat, trembling slightly, but Butcher puts his hand on your knee when he sees it bounce. He inhales deeply before starting the car, already thinking up ways of distracting you and helping you forget the entire thing.
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An Eventful night in
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Fic summery: Billy Butcher x fem reader x Hughie. Hughie and the reader have been dating for a while and recently started sleeping together with Butcher. After the rest of the boys crew decide to go out you decide to stay back with Butcher and Hughie to get changed but that quickly turns into something much more eventful then the night you had planned.
Tags: Smut, nsfw, double penetration, Eiffel tower, vaginal fingering, rimming, anal play, anal sex, creampie, praise kink, slight degradation, blowjobs, rough oral sex, finger sucking, threesome-FMM, handjobs, rough sex, light breeding kink. overstimulation, doggystyle, manhandling, unprotected sex
Notes: i wrote this all the way back in august hehe its an oldie but still a goodie
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It was a cool evening in the streets of NYC and the boys were all huddled together in their base, desperately trying to figure out their next move. Amongst the frustrated silence, Frenchie spoke up. “It's late, and we've been on edge all month. Why don't we take the night off?” Had anyone walked into the room they could easily tell that the consensus was that everyone agreed.
“It is important to take time off...” M.M agreed. “Great! How do drinks and dancing sound?!” Frenchie exclaimed. Kimiko nodded excitedly in agreement. “What about you y/n?'' Kimiko signed. “Clubbing might be fun actually. It’s been a while since I've had an excuse to dress up a bit” she grins. “Butcher? Hughie? Do you guys wanna come?”
“Sorry love but I'm a bit tied up here at the moment.” Butcher gestures to the assortment of plans, guns and other illegal items on the table in front of him. “You feeling okay?” M.M laughs. “Because usually Butcher, you besides from Frenchie would be the first person to ditch work to go party.”
“Yeah well, today I'm not M.M. My heads bloody killing me mate and I still have all this shit to sort out.” sensing the tension brewing Hughie chirps up i-Ill go” He enthusiastically replies, standing up so quickly he knocks the table and butcher beside him. Who shoots him a displeased look.
“It'll take me a while to get ready so why don’t you go ahead guys and Hughie and I can hopefully in that time convince Butcher to pull the stick out his ass and come with us.” you happily chirp. “You don't have to tell me twice mon Coeur,” Frenchie calls holding Kimiko's hand and throwing his jacket over his shoulder as he leaves, M.M trailing behind him.
Awkward silence quickly filled the air as the other half of the group cleared out. “Well, I'm going to go change and do my makeup. Take your time finishing up with whatever this is.”You exclaim, grabbing your bag and sauntering to the bathroom winking as you close the door.
“A-Actually I need to shower too.” Hughie beams, and practically jumps to follow you.“Lad, she’s changing give her a second.” Butcher grumbles patting Hughie on the shoulder and lighting a cigarette.
It's a while before the sound of the shower stops and You walk out of the bathroom. Hughie’s eyes almost damn near fall out of his head when he sees what you’re wearing. And Butcher, for once, is at a loss for words. “Are you boys ready to leave yet?” you call bending over to re-apply her lipstick. Your short dress threatens to show your panties.
Both men almost audibly groan as she stands on her tip ties to get a better look at her face in the mirror revealing her pink lacy panties. “While you were in the shower Hughie and I were talking and we realized that it's been a while since we have all spent time together... With this and the bullshit with Homelander and Stormfront, we haven't had any time to ourselves.”
“Hughie, baby do you really feel like that?” you stop putting on your makeup and regretfully glance at the two men on the sofa. “I mean we live together, so I guess it is easy to overlook how much we are having sex, versus how many times we attempted and fell asleep... And Butcher we see even less out of work. I’m sorry we haven't been having much fun together recently.”
“Which is okay,” Hughie interjects quickly. “I mean, well, I am sorta, really pent up and seeing you in that dress isn't helping... But that's not to say this is our fault. If anything it's fucking Homelanders fault for making us so busy we bearly have any time to fuck, let alone do anything but worry.” Y/n’s breath hitches as she notices Hughie’s tent in his jeans.
“He does have a point about the dress. You look fucking sexy in it. The thing is so short that if we wanted to fool around all we have to do is roll it up slightly. Which, I’m not opposed to in the slightest... I've always had a soft spot for short dresses.” he groans, grabbing Your waist. being so caught up in the moment, you hadn’t even noticed that both he and Hughie were towering over her looking down ravenously.
Shivering you experimentally grind yourself against Butcher's groin... And beckon Hughie to kiss you. “Wait, are we seriously going to do this here?” He mumbles as he pulls away. “I’m really fucking horny too but everyone is in here during the day. What will they say if they come back tomorrow and it smells like sex?”
“You act like it doesn't smell dubious here on the regular lad. It probably won't be noticed too much. And either way, if Frenchie of all people does say anything it's not like we haven't walked in on or seen the aftermath of this room when he’s had Kimiko peg him in here.” Hughie sheepishly nods and leans in for another kiss. “It's just a little team-building exercise…what do you say Y/n? Want me and Hughie to fuck you silly?”
Legs trembling at his usage of words, you eagerly nod. “Oh, Come on, you know you can do better than that.” Butcher groans, nibbling your ear and grabbing a handful of your breast. “Say it.” Hughie chimes in. “Say you want Me and Butcher to fuck you silly right here like a little slut.” By the way, butcher’s grope eases on your breast you can tell he is also surprised to hear how assertive the shorter man is being. “I- I want you and Butcher to fuck me silly.”
“That's a good girl.” Butcher sighs, pulling your panties to the side to rub your clit. Your eyes grow heavily lidded as you feel Butcher's thick fingers slipping between your labia. He swipes his fingers up your slit collecting all the sticky wetness before circling back to your bundle of nerves.
”Now, poor Hughie has been straining in his pants the past half hour, would you be a dear and help relive him a little before he jizzes his pants like fucking a schoolboy.” working quickly You unbutton and unzip his jeans and slips your hands into his boxers to free him from his fabric prison. You quickly take notice of how painfully hard he is. His cock throbbing and already dribbling pre down his shaft.
“Fuck,” he hisses when his cock hits the cool air of the room, Throwing his head back.“That feels good.” Butcher hums in agreement as he gently slips a finger into Y/n’s soaked pussy.”Remember, jerk him off slowly, just the way he likes it, love. That's right, thumb the tip and then drag your hand down his shaft using his precum as lube.” Hughie trembles at the stimulation and buries his face in your neck. Licking and sucking a hickey into it. He is already so sensitive, so pretty. His face is burning as he nuzzles it into you.
“Butcher….please” you moan. “Please what love? Use your words, I'm not a fucking mind reader.” he chuckles. “Please fuck me with your fingers.” you breathe out, legs starting to buckle. Your cheeks are burning in anticipation. At this point, you are practically dripping. “Sure thing y/n.” almost instantly you feel another finger slip into you and curl causing you to moan loudly and arch your back. "Fuck, your little cunny is so tight it's practically sucking me in. I can barely move." He chuckles.
“How close are you Hughie?” you exhale deeply, Quickening your stroke on his shaft. You can feel him throbbing in your hand. “Pretty, close.” he moans with half-lidded eyes, so eager for stimulation that he bucks his hips into your hand. Usually, he isn't this eager, but you can tell was as pent up as he said. He just can't help himself, you are so good, and your fingers are so skilled he almost feels selfish for having someone jerk him off this well. This is definitely better than touching himself.
You feel a deep warm knot start to tighten in the pit of your stomach and involuntarily bounce yourself on Butcher's fingers. “Feels good, don’t it? Having your slutty little cunt played with so roughly. Right where anyone could walk in?” he doesn't need to hear an audible response as you clench tightly around his fingers. Wantonly moaning out both his and Hughie’s names. “I'm gonna .. cum” you whine as Hughie pulls you into another sloppy kiss.
“Me too” he moans into your mouth. Grabbing your chin and turning you to face him, Butcher kisses you roughly, both his Hughies and your spit dripping down your chin. His pace quickens as he continues his assault on your sensitive clit and he drags you to orgasm quickly. Both you and Hughie throw your heads back in ecstasy and moan in unison. “Oh fuuuuck.” Hughie almost sobs. His cum painting your hand and the front of your panties. You would have worried about it getting on your dress had Butcher not rolled the thing up almost to your tits.
Panting you and Hughie collapse onto each other. And both eagerly stretch your hand out to Butcher and pull him to sit beside you two on the ground. After sucking and licking the cum off his fingers Butcher makes quick work of his leather jacket and his belt. “How do you reckon we do this Hughie?” he asks, palming his erection through his boxers. Still, in a haze from his orgasm, Hughie only groans. “Lad c’mon snap out of it. There's still more fun to be had. Surely you've wanked at least once this week. There isn't any reason for you to be that spent after a little handy.”
“You guys could Eiffel tower me?” you finally speak up, and pull yourself into Butcher’s lap, grinding against his erection. You almost feel yourself get wetter at that comment. Butcher grins at you in agreement and you both look over to Hughie for his confirmation. “Yeah, that could be fun, 've only ever seen them do it in porn though, is it an actual sex position?” Of course, he is questioning the validity of the position. You love Hughie, but he is inexperienced when it comes to these matters. He is almost like a lamb, while Butcher is like a ravenous wolf. "Try sounding any less pleased and porn addicted." Butcher chuckles. Ignoring his comment, you continue to explain “Course it is.”
“Why would it be made up? All I have to do is get on my hands and knees and have one of you take me from behind and the other takes my mouth. It's pretty simple actually.”
“And bloody fun” Butcher adds. You can tell Hughie still looks a bit shy at the idea of something so lewd that you propose an idea. “If you want I can take you up the ass?” you giggle. Which seems to make him somehow even redder, almost as if he hadn't just painted your hand with his jizz. “Lad I can tell you this for free, almost every man I’ve met likes anal one way or another. I know you’ve wanted to do this for a while. Don't act like I haven't seen your search history. You're a filthy fucking pervert like the rest of us.” Both of you laugh and he blushes. “Here let me make it a little easier” you giggle, peeling off your panties and dress and sitting on his lap facing away from him. You grind your ample exposed ass against his cock and you almost feel him grow hard under you.
“Now butcher come here” you beckon him with your hand and he shuffles over to stand in front of you. Tentatively you lick your lips before pulling the front of his briefs down to expose his hard and twitching cock.
He was a bit bigger than Hughie; more girthy at least. You'd almost forgotten how big he was. You know for certain your jaw is going to hurt tomorrow.
“Take a picture, it'll last longer Luv,” he smirks above you. Still grinding against Hughie you reach out to grab the base and jerk him a few times. Leaning forward you give him a few speculative licks. Usually, Hughie preferred to take your mouth, it's been so long since you've blown anyone you are a little intimidated by his size. All your inhibitions fade away the moment you put your mouth around his thick head. It's salty but not unbearable, you can taste the day's sweat on him.
Lust Clouds your mind as you practically bury his cock in your mouth, gagging slightly as you reach the base. Butcher groans loudly through gritted teeth and this only solidifies how badly you want to please him. It takes every atom in his body for Butcher not to skull fuck you right then. You look just perfect, lipstick smudged spit dripping down your chin and your puffy stolen lips wrapped around his cock. If he had his phone he'd take a photo. It'd be a shame to not save this moment.
Behind you, Hughie is growing more and more impatient. Trying to get your attention by licking a stripe up your back and tentatively grinding his thumb against your ass. “Hey don't forget about me Y/n. I’m still here too,” he whines, grinding himself against your taint.
He certainly wasn't this needy last time he, you and Butcher fucked, then again, he had two people stimulating him at once. Where was all his assertiveness from earlier? “I didn't forget” you mumble around Butcher. “You are going to have to speak up if you want the lad to hear you Luv. You've got a bit of cock in your mouth.” A Bit was definitely an understatement.
Smirking he pulls you off his cock with a pop. “Butcher get on your knees and Hughie hold on to my waist okay?” Both men do as they are told, either neither of them had any energy to protest or they were both too horny to care. “Hughie, I'm going to ease myself onto you okay? Don't start to thrust until I say so.” you look back over your shoulder and see his tongue dart out to wet his lips as he nods.
Taking as you get back onto your hands and knees you are startled by a warm wet sensation prodding at your ass. “Are you okay Y/n?Did I do something wrong?” he quickly pulls away from your ass and you almost instinctively push his face back against you. “I'll take that as a no then.” Hughie smiles and presses his mouth flush against your ass again. Practically making out with your asshole.
You arch your back and grind yourself against his mouth. Letting our a loud almost pornographic moan. “That's a bloody delicious sight. You've got a lot more balls than I thought son.” Butcher supplies leaning back and pulling your chin towards his now aching cock. Lolling your tongue out he places his shaft back into your mouth jerking himself off into your mouth. You close your swollen lips around his head and start bobbing again.
When you feel that you are sufficiently wet you pull away from Hughie’s mouth and playfully move your hips side to side to prompt him. Slipping Butcher out of your mouth you give the younger man a verbal cue. “You can put it in now Hughie, don't worry, she doesn't bite.” he and Butcher chuckle gently at your crude joke as he lines up the blunt head of his cock and starts to push in.
“Mmmm’ you moan out as he pushes in deeper. His hand snakes around your waist to pull you closer to him. “Just a bit more.” he groans. “Fuck, you are so tightt.” you feel his bottom out inside you and almost leap at the opportunity to grind your hips back against him. The slight burn of his intrusion feels fucking good. Hughie seems to think the same thing as he starts to thrust into you.
Leaning forward you shove Butcher back into your mouth hungry for his cock. Quickly taking in the entirety of him without gagging at his size. All three of you moan in unison as your bodies wetly connect. You grind your hips into Hughie's slowly, careful not to let an inch out of you. “You can be a little rougher than that with her son, you aren't gonna break her. She can take it. Cant you?” he looks down at you. “Yeah, she's a tough little thing. I bet you if we actually wanted to break her we couldn't.”
With every thrust of his hips, Hughie can feel himself getting more and more wrecked. You’re just so perfectly tight. The way your ass is clapping against his hips looks just like the porn he had watched earlier that week. Unlike the girl in the video, he could tell that you were enjoying yourself. Leaning forward a bit he locks his hand with yours and starts to whisper gently into your ear as he teases and pinches your nipple.
“Y/n fuck, I'm so close already. You are so good to us. So good to me. Taking me so deeply. Do you think I could feel my cock in your ass if I stuck a few fingers in that greedy pussy of yours?” He punctuates the last few words with some particularly hard thrusts, feeling you clench around him. Removing his hand from your nipple he slips 3 of his fingers into your needy pussy which sends you over the edge. Suddenly clamping around him with a vice-like grip you cum, hard. Your slick wetness gushing down his fingers. Pulling off of the butcher's cock you cry out an unintelligible string of words.
The sudden tightness around him sends Hughie over the edge too. His warm cum spills into you. His hips spasming as he stuffs your ass with his cum. Harder and harder until he collapses onto you. Kissing your neck and back. Looking up through your eyelashes you can tell Butcher is close too.
Lust clouding his eyes he pulls your head forward and you quickly engulf him in your mouth and let him fuck your throat to completion. His grunts and groans make you wetter and wetter every second. “Open your mouth Y/n.” Butcher gruffly pulls himself out of your mouth to roughly jerk himself off on our tongue. Throwing his head back he cums in your mouth. Not wanting to waste anything you wrap your lips around him and let him finish in your throat. Rope after rope of his seed slipping down your abused throat.
“Fuck me” he moans. “I needed that.” all three of you collapse into a mess of bodies and try to come down from your intense orgasm. “That was fucking good.” you all say in unison. “Fucking good.” you conceded. “Although I wish my pussy got a little more attention.” you playfully frown. “I do find it a bit unfair that both you and Hughie got to cum more than once while I've just had my first O.” Butcher pouts
“Well, what do you suggest?” Hughie questions innocently.
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Oppenheimer has everything: The Invisible Woman, Fe Male wearing his best Jeremy Irons makeup, semi frontal nudity, the end of the world, infidelity, Petit Hughie, that one elf from The Santa Clause, accents galore, the worst John Connor, the green goblin, communist deaths, a Pharaoh, Joker, Polka-Dot Man, Dwight’s weird friend/ Dr. 0, Rodrick, and even Greek mythology
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The Boys #2 notes: pages 17-20
There's a bit about Butcher getting Mother's Milk back in the game sandwiched inside a longer segment about Butcher recruiting Wee Hughie.
Mother's Milk (who got his bizarre name for equally bizarre reasons I'll get into later) is a huge, hulking Black man drinking from a mug reading "bad ass", whose stereotypical nature is somewhat subverted by him also having a neurotic, nerdy personality. In the show, he has OCD (and normal body proportions), but I'm not sure if that's a thing in the comics. The comic portrayal focuses on the angle of him having both masculine dominance and somewhat impotent nerdiness, which the show broadly applies to all the Boys characters. Here, he has a massive frame, spreads his legs, uses ebonics in a white-framed context where that could imply aggression, imposes dominance on the room, is portrayed as equally as powerful a figure as Butcher, but he complains Butcher doesn't use a coaster--that could leave a ring on the furniture! It's not effective humor, but I can at least see the structure of what is supposed to be a joke not wholly rooted in downward punching mean-spiritedness.
Mother's Milk is shown to be compassionate in a way that doesn't undermine his masculine prowess. When you're that butch, you can care about being a good role model for troubled kids without that detracting from it. He works as some kind of counselor for local teenagers at a community center, and he cares about being a good father to his teenage daughter, Janine... who is portrayed as a skanky ho stereotype to remind everyone how horrible these comics are.
The conflict on display is a teenage girl wanting to be more adult and openly sexual, and her father being concerned and wanting her to dress and behave more conservatively. That is, at its heart, a universal human drama everyone can relate to, but because it involves a Black teenage girl in this racist, sexist, hellhole comic, it's portrayed as trashy and hateful. Mother's Milk is portrayed as a stable figure who is the only one who's really reasonable, while Janine is portrayed as letting her bratty nature as a child combine with her offensively feminine nature to insult him as a poor man just trying to be a good father--as translated through the anti-Black filter into becoming a skanky ho stereotype: an exaggerated sexualized figure comparable to porn characters, with a skimpy outfit with a tacky top calling her breasts "my lumps", pigtails as allude to invitations to anal sex, exaggerated makeup, and all rendered as grotesque under the art style. She is, effectively, a degenerate figure akin to Benjamin the dog, which was only a few pages ago.
Butcher, as fascist Mary Poppins, studies the situation, determines that Janine is the problem as a degenerate figure, and cheekily sneaks off to make the world better. (Don't worry, he doesn't rape her... is a thing I have to say because that's a logical conclusion... This comic's pond scum.)
He follows her out the door and stops her before she gets in the car with three guys she probably intends to have consensual sex with to tell her to be a good daughter to her father and push her into a more conservative role not able to explore her own sexuality--in a context where he's portrayed as like a sex god himself. It's paternalistic, misogynistic, and super fucking racist. The three boys are portrayed as hoodlums in the worst racist stereotypes, with guns and aggressive ebonics to scare the white readers and make them cheer for Butcher expressing white masculine dominance in scaring them off. Also, one Black guy has a cannabis hat, thereby portraying him as a degenerate druggie/Rastafarian (itself associated with white fears of a Black uprising). It is suuuuper fascist!
Butcher approaches them with, at worst, mild rudeness for interrupting them by asking for "a quiet word with Janine", and they respond by completely flying off the handle. I can understand them being confused and annoyed, but they completely lose it and start waving guns at him. (Comparable to South of Nowhere's depiction of Black guys not understanding Black friends sometimes having white friends who may take up their time for conversation.) White guy shows up; Black guys flip out.
There's then a cathartic bit of Butcher, the dominant white guy, putting them in their place. Cannabis Hat points a gun at him; Butcher takes it away, arms it, gives a one-liner, and scares them away. He gives Janine a talking-to about how she should respect her father, a hardworking man, and disrespects her mother in a misogynistic digression ("a stupid, drunk slag"). This gets through to her, so she goes home, apologizes to her father, and recommits to normative patriarchal values. As a result, Mother's Milk ends up rejoining the Boys, presumably impressed by Butcher.
I am absolutely serious here:
THIS READS LIKE NAZI PROPAGANDA
I need a shower.
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hughie doing touma's makeup for their primagi performance
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from The Boys: Soldier Boy ☆, Billy Butcher, Hughie, MM, Frenchie, Kimiko, Annie, Maeve.
from Stranger Things: Eddie Munson ☆, Billy Hargrove ☆, Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Jonathan Byers, Jim Hopper.
played by Oscar Isaac: Poe Dameron ☆, Moon Knight bois (Steven, Marc, Jake) ☆, Nathan Bateman ☆, Duke Leto, Blue Jones, Abel Morales, Sergent Kane, Orestes, Richard Alonso-Muñoz, Rudal Keener, William Tell.
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played by Ben Barnes: Billy Russo ☆, The Darkling ☆, Caspian X.
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claire biggs quotes in keeping 13
“Smile, Claire-Bear," he coaxed, keeping his hand on her hip. "No one could say no to the sun.”
“Joey was sprawled across the back seat, with his legs on top of Claire and his head in my lap. To her credit, Claire didn't complain or shove him off her. Instead, she proved the theory I had that she was the kindest person in the world by removing her coat and draping it over his trembling body.”
“Shut the front door!" Claire squealed, clapping and bouncing excitedly. "Oh my god! Oh my god!”
“Aww," Claire gushed, clutching her chest with both hands. "I love them together." She feign-swooned before adding, "It's like a Great Dane and a Chihuahua trying to mate, but they somehow make it work.”
“He picked her up, Liz," Claire squealed, as Lizzie dragged her away. "Did you see that?"
"Yeah, I saw it, now let's go, whore." Keeping her hands on Claire's shoulders, Lizzie pushed her in the direction of the office. "We need to tell Mr. Twomey that we found her."
"But, Liz, he actually picked her up to kiss her!"
“Back off, buddy," Claire warned, coming to stand beside me. "I have a weapon –" she pointed over Darren's shoulder, "He's right over there and I'm not afraid to call him.”
“Claire rolled her eyes. "He's your boyfriend, Shan. You should know that he spends every hour of his waking day working out." She flexed her bicep and kissed it before adding, "Chasing those gains.”
“Good god, you're like a Bratz Doll with those big, popping eyes and all that hair," she said excitedly, standing up to take in my appearance. "You're so cute it hurts.”
“By the way, Johnny's parked outside."
My eyes widened. "H-he is?"
"Yay – let's go!" Clapping, Claire butted Hughie out of the way with her hip. "I'm so excited."
"Calm down," Lizzie grumbled. "You're not going."
"I'm a vicarious spirit," Claire replied. "I live for this stuff.”
“Don't feel bad, Johnny," Claire said, plopping down on his bed as if she owned it. "Your parents are both hot, and hot people tend to have hot sex with one another."
"Wow, Claire, thanks so much for the insight," Johnny deadpanned. "I feel a lot better now."
"You're welcome," she chirped, sifting through a stack of magazines and papers on his bedside locker.”
“Fine, I'll do the makeover."
"Yay," Claire squealed, clapping her hands. "Thank you, Shannon."
"Turncoat," Lizzie muttered under her breath.
"For that, you're going first," Claire countered, grinning devilishly at Lizzie. "And I'm starting with that unibrow.”
“It's a lovely place," Claire said with a heavy sigh. "It has a river and it's surrounded by a woodland." Grabbing a selection of green, white, and gold colored rugby ball shaped balloons out of the back of Johnny's car, she shrugged. "It's absolutely beautiful here, and I promise we'll have fun.”
You keep that head up," he ordered, tipping her chin with his thumb. "Don't you dare hide that angel face from the world."
“It's okay, though, because I'm totally down for kicking her ass. I delivered babies with Gerard this summer. Nothing scares me anymore.”
“Doesn't she look like sunshine?" Gibsie croaked out, slapping my chest. "Look at that fucking girl, lad!”
“Morning," Claire chirped as she crawled in after him, with a full face of makeup and her clothes on point. "How are my favorite lovebirds? Ready for another amazing day?"
"Do you have batteries I can take out?" Johnny asked her. "Your optimism is endless."
"I'm a sunny-side up kind of girl,”
“with Claire on his shoulders. She didn’t look scared– quite the opposite. She had every faith in him not dropping her head-first into the masses. I found that strange considering the boy had already lost both of her wellies and her t-shirt in the crowd. It didn’t seem to faze Claire one bit, though. She had her hands in the air, laughing and singing along with the band and the sixty thousand or so people surrounding us.”
“This is going to be our best year yet, girls," Claire declared, looking her usual pristine self, with her hips swaying and her blonde curls bouncing as she walked. "I can feel it in my bones.”
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I don't post a lot of fanart for The Boys on here but I do draw it and when I do I love love love drawing them with a bunch of little scars and signs of the physical toll of what they're doing. it's my favorite thing.
#the boys#the boys tv#the boys amazon#ESPECIALLY hughie that guy is like the most injurable guy in the show#I know they can't actually put fake scars on the actors for the show bc that would be so much tedious effort put on the makeup department#so alas it only exists in my mind#also YES I do draw post season 3 hughie and butcher with white streaks in their hair. white streak of being marked for death my beloved.
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About me
Cake aka Frosting. 33. They/Them. Pan. Demiromantic Allosexual/ AroAllo. Romance favorable. ADHD. BIPOC.
Please feel free to come into my inbox to talk about things I like!
A very small sample of things I love with abandon: Cats, Kittens, Romance novels, Romance games, Romance as a genre in anything, the color mint and related colors (spring green, seafoam, etc), vampires, dresses, skirts, makeup, bats, interactive fiction, PlayChoices, rpgs, Bioware games, ttrpgs (especially DND and VTM), Bruce Wayne's adopted children
A very small sample of some of my IF blorbos: Alex Sancho (You Live and Fern), (will be updated, I need to replay a bunch of stuff!)
A very small sample of some of my fandom blorbos: Kaidan Alenko (Mass Effect), Tali'zorah nar Rayya (Mass Effect), Miranda Lawson (Mass Effect), The Entire cast of Stray Gods a roleplaying musical, Clark Kent (all versions), Dick Grayson (all versions), Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia), Dev Ayesa (For All Mankind), Kelly Baldwin (For All Mankind), Danielle Poole (For All Mankind), Hughie Campbell (The Boys tv version), Queen Maeve (the Boys TV), Adrian Chase (Peacemaker), Steven Grant (Moon Knight tv), Jim Kirk (Strange New Worlds), Spock (Strange New Worlds), Barbara (Ted Lasso), Sansa Stark (GoT/ASoIaF), most of the entire cast of Mythic Quest, the entire cast of After Party.
Dislikes: Toilet humor, gore, my allergies, my timeblindness
DNI: Proshippers, Terfs, Swerfs, Biphobes (yes, even if I accidentally interact please)
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;; a list of plot lines i wanted to but don’t currently have anyone to write them with. if you’re interested let me know !!
i. vought is concerned with margo (Muse A)’s brand. already having one ‘lesbian’ on the team, they fear the controversy of having another. to combat this, they decide to double down on margo appearing straight, evening going as far as to collab with another supe (Muse B) and having him pose as her boyfriend. this can go a number of ways of either 1) margo and muse B really dislike each other and poke fun / mess the other while ‘in character’. 2) Muse B is a gay man also benefiting from this team up or 3) margo and muse B become good friends and start having fun with their celebrity couple status as a way to mess with people.
ii. annie and hughie on the bench type beat but it’s not a park bench. rather it’s margo after being the spinstress for awhile, drunk at a bar telling your muse how much she hates vought. your muse can sympathize or blackmail in whatever way they choose
iii. Muse B is margo’s ‘mentor’ with Vought/The Seven. over time this not great friendship / onscreen parent - child dynamic culminates to the point of a massive fight where margo starts formulating her long term revenge. Alternatively, Margo confides in Muse C what an asshole Muse B really is and they and Margo work together to form a revenge plan.
iv. completely self indulgent but i wanna see an au where margo joins The Boys either because she decides for herself she wants to take down Vought through whatever they’re doing, or they convince her to help them take down vought because of whatever right place right time scenario (possibly even plot ii mentioned or realistically something grittier where margo was sent to fight them).
shippy things:
•someone simply MUST let margo kiss them spiderman style
•dating margo but having to keep your relationship a secret bc fckin vought
•margo flirting with you by asking you to do her makeup
•margo being so bad at flirting with you gay panic hits her like a train
#ooc#;; mobile post#;; come and get some plots !!!!#;; pleeeeease#;; pretty please#the boys rp#the boys roleplay#indie rp#superhero rp#crossover rp#mcu rp#marvel rp#dc rp
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Omg I just came across your Billy Butcher/reader nightmare story! It was completely perfection! I don't know if you're taking requests, but if you are- Could you possibly write one where the reader is part of the boys, but she has an abusive boyfriend that she tries to keep under wraps. Somehow Butcher finds out, either the reader confides in him or maybe confides in a different member of the group and they tell Butcher OR he actually sees the boyfriend hurting the reader. If this is too triggering or makes you uncomfortable, by all means ignore it.
thank you lovely anon <33 you're the sweetest! i am taking requests, hopefully it's clearer to see that now! sort of got carried away because i was unsure about structure, so here's a mini fic for you, i hope it's still alright <3 2k, cw: abusive relationship
Butcher leans back in his chair, arms folded across his torso. One of his hands supports his head, thumb hooked under his chin.
“Would you look at that,” his hand swallows most of the volume, but you, Hughie and Frenchie are close enough to hear him. “He does seem a bit dodgy, don’t he?” He narrows his eyes at the pixelated supe on the computer screen. “Good one, Hughie.”
Something in Hughie unravels, you can see his shoulders relax as if with his words, Butcher’s taken a weight off of his shoulders. He sits back into the sofa, content.
You, however, remain on the edge, literally and metaphorically, ready to run at a moment’s notice; a habit that you wish you could erase. But when nothing’s predictable at home or work (if you can call vigilantism a job), it’s best to keep your guard up. Frenchie rubs his hands together, waiting for Butcher’s plan. A sly smile pulls at his lips as he pieces something together in his head, all cogs and gears.
And then you catch the time from the tiny corner of the computer screen.
A sort of ice crystallises around your heart, spreading through your chest with a spiked panic. A lump of lead begins to grow at the bottom of your stomach at the sight.
“That’s not the actual time, is it?” You say, wiping the palms of your hands on your legs.
Butcher nonchalantly checks his watch, before looking back at the computer screen, “Looks about right.”
“Oh, fuck,” you spring to your feet, collecting your bag from near the television. “I gotta go, you guys,” the bag strap misses your shoulder, and you fumble to catch it again. “See you tomorrow!” Maybe.
You almost trip over yourself on your way out, using the stair rail to haul yourself up the steep staircase as you’re not sure you can trust the wibbly, jelly-like sensation in your legs. Ten minutes late. At least ten more for travel. That’s twenty. At least. You might need to buy some more makeup.
“Oi, Y/N. Where’s the fire? Thought you wanted to stay tonight.” Your foot slips on the stairs at the sound of Butcher’s voice, and you grasp the rail with your other hand, to avoid falling face first into the sharp surface beneath you.
“Yeah, I said I’d love to stay, not that I could. If I don’t leave now,” you hesitate, filing through several different excuses in your head. “I’ll miss my bus.” It feels flimsy on your tongue, sitting there sourly as you watch Butcher’s stance carefully, standing with his arms folded across his chest and pinning you to the spot with an intense stare you didn’t see often, like he’s studying you.
Your breathing quickens, your skin is on fire. You need to go.
“Fuck the bus, I’ll give you a lift. Like your own personal cab driver,” there’s a characteristic cheek to his tone, and for a moment you forget your rush. But there’s a throbbing pain in your right side, and any lightness is blown out like a candle.
“That’s sweet of you, Billy, but I have to rain check. Next time, okay? See you later,” you wave at the three of them, Hughie and Frenchie waving back gingerly. Butcher remains still as a statue, but you rush up the stairs anyway. You’ve already wasted enough time, you can straighten things out with Butcher tomorrow.
Weaving through the shelves in the store, you try to calm the hammering in your chest. The knob of the door is slippery under your grip, panic saturating every cell in your body.
Every minute of your walk home is haunted by a looming cloud of doom. Every second approaching your apartment feels simultaneously too short and too long. You want to find a quiet alleyway and cry, to hide away from everything and everyone— especially your boyfriend.
It’s hard enough returning home to his apartment-- what’s more like a prison to you. As your key turns in the lock, you can almost smell the fire inside, and you’re about to be burned.
You swear to yourself, allowing the three seconds it takes to open the door to be the three seconds that you let yourself feel the panic flooding your veins, let yourself shake until you seem to shiver.
When the lock clicks, you reign it in as best you can. Otherwise, you’ll just make it worse.
“You’re late.” The disembodied voice is somehow worse than if he were waiting for you on the other side of the door. Your keys clatter into the bowl by the door.
“I know, I’m sorry. There was traffic, I couldn’t avoid it, and the bus was late—“
“Don’t fucking lie to me,” he slinks around the corner, from the kitchen. He’s holding a glass, orange liquid sloshing around the sides. You know it’s not apple juice.
Your fear gnaws at your stomach, and you almost require a vice to pry open your lungs with every breath. You trip over your words, stumbling your way past a point of no return; a big, yellow warning sign with ‘Turn back now!’ printed on it.
“It won’t happen again!” You say emphatically, but trying to convince him of your innocence is like talking to a brick wall. You feel sick.
“What did I tell you about being late?” You’re stuck with your anxiety eating any words that dare to form in your mouth. “Come here,” he says. You remain rooted to the spot. The glass shatters at your feet, as does his resolve.
His face burns red as he screams the command again, the sound pierces your ears, and you wince. Something drags you forward, and you’re not sure if it’s self preservation or something worse.
The glass crunches beneath your feet, and you don’t recognise the burning heat on your cheek, the pull of gravity as you fall to the floor. Stray shards of glass prick at your cheek and neck, and your sides absorb a sort of aching pain.
You bring your knees to your chest, a rage simmering in your chest. You work with vigilantes, you fight some of the most powerful beings on earth on the regular, but it’s an ordinary human that brings you the most pain. And to cope, you hide away in your own thoughts until the torment is over. Billy would be disappointed.
When a sharp crash snaps you out of the whirlwind in your mind, you realise that there’s no incoming impact.
“Oi, cunt. Why don’t you step the fuck back?”
Billy’s voice ices the hot panic in your chest instantly; knowing the anger dripping from his voice isn’t directed at you somehow makes you feel safer.
Footsteps. Crunch. They’re tauntingly slow, you’re itching to flee, but William Butcher likes his dramatics. You open your eyes slowly. He’s tugging at his sleeves, sizing up your boyfriend— well, you suppose ex-boyfriend now. The venom in Billy’s expression totally dissipates when you meet his eyes. He silently checks if you’re okay, and you nod almost imperceptibly. He turns his attention back to the man frozen behind you.
“Y/N, run,” it takes you a moment to register his words. “Run!” You move to get up, when something grabs the neck of your shirt. “Don’t you fucking dare,” he growls, eyes wide and wild.
Your attacker says nothing as Billy approaches with intent, arm dropping back as he steps around you. A hard thwack and thump follow in quick succession, low grunts and the rustle of clothes: you’re instantly free.
You push yourself up on your hands, gathering the pieces of yourself that, like the glass, have shattered within you.
You crawl behind the table near the door, take a deep breath, and wait for peace. A shard of glass falls out of your hair and clinks onto the floorboards. Billy’s voice is threatening, but none of the words are audible. Your ex swears, and you can hear him flail: Billy Butcher does not lose his footing in a fight.
Eventually, with a large metallic thunk, the silence begins. Your own shaky breaths replace the earlier noise, and you wipe your hand meanly down your cheek and neck. There are thin brushstrokes of blood across your shaking fingers, but nothing to indicate long term damage— physically, at least. Heavy footsteps round the corner, and Billy’s hands grip your shoulders.
“Hey.” Streaks of blood coat his cheeks, splotching at the collar of his shirt. You can’t find any words, but it looks like Billy just wants your attention, his eyes searching your face like an explorer searching for a lost artifact. Perhaps if he looked hard enough, he’d rediscover the easygoing, bright side of you that had disappeared all those months ago. “You alright? Breathe.”
You nod, inhaling and fighting back tears.
“Did you kill him?” You say quietly. His eyes flit over your shoulder, before returning back to you. His hand slides down your arm, resting in the crook of your elbow.
“Nah. He’s just having a kip. Bastard needed it. Come on, up we get,” he hooks his hands under your arms, helping you to your feet. He leads you out of the apartment gently, and you’re unsure if he’s upset with you, whether he’s just being sweet on you now to fuck it up later.
Even though there’s no indication of contempt when he opens his car door for you, you still fight to calm the frightened bird flapping in the cage of your chest.
“Are you angry with me?” You bite the bullet and just say it when he starts the car with a bloodied hand. He double takes, eyes widening and then narrowing in surprise.
“Why the fuck would I be cross with you?” You wince inwardly. “Sorry,” he softens completely. “Just ain’t clear to me why you didn’t tell us you were up to your eyeballs in this shit.”
You pull your sleeves over your hands until only your fingertips poke out.
“I don’t know, Billy. I was scared. An idiot; thought it’d be easier to just… deal with it than to fight.”
“Don’t be daft, you ain’t an idiot. I’m just glad that cunt got what was coming to ‘im.”
“Thanks,” you say meekly, exchanging your look of gratitude with his fondness. But then, “did you follow me home?”
A beat. Billy inhales, and you can almost hear him say fuck it in his head.
“Yeah, I did. You been comin’ in late, all jumpy. Knackered, can see it in your eyes. Then, you got your knickers in a twist like you just cocked up a curfew,” he says, shifting gears. “Got Hughie and Frenchie proper worked up, so I followed ya.”
He clears his throat and shakes his head quickly, “I was just gonna hang about, you know. You get home safe, have a cuppa, I’m in the wind before sunset.” He stops for a moment, and his jaw rolls. “Then I hear a glass smash and the twat breaking the fucking sound barrier, probably attracting all the dogs in the fucking building. Rest is history.” You smile a little at his phrasing, but your heart is warmed by his concern.
The car rolls to a stop.
“Right. Let’s get you sorted. Find you somewhere to sleep. We’ll sift through this shit tomorrow, don’t you worry about it now,” he takes your hand and gives it a squeeze, leaning forward and nudging your chin to the side to glimpse the scratches on your neck.
He doesn’t say anything when he leans back and exits the car, but you already feel closer to home than you have for months.
#billy butcher x reader#billy butcher#the boys#the boys tv#the boys fanfiction#x reader#karl urban characters#billy butcher x you#billy butcher x y/n#william butcher#the boys x reader#billy butcher fanfiction#william butcher fanfiction#william butcher x you#butcher the boys
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Butcher + Hughie
└ THE BOYS (S02 E03)
#butcher x hughie#the boys#the boys tv#billy butcher#hughie campbell#makeup part 1#proud of this coloring#theboysedit
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Does The Boys' Liberty Have A Connection To Jensen Ackles' Soldier Boy?
Spoilers ahead for Episode 4 of The Boys Season 2 on Amazon Prime.
The Boys has delivered a major twist that one Supe is much older than they seem in Season 2. The reveal that Liberty, a.k.a. the Supe who committed a racially-motivated murder back in 1979, is none other than Stormfront not only raises questions about the rest of Season 2, but potentially Season 3 as well. Does Liberty have a connection to none other than Soldier Boy, who will be played by Supernatural's Jensen Ackles in Season 3? Let's break it down.
Based on Valerie's recount of the Supe who murdered her brother back in the late 1970s and the fact that she recognized modern Stormfront as the woman who did it, it's safe to say that one of Stormfront's powers is that she somehow doesn't age like everybody else. In fact, The Boys showrunner Eric Kripke has already confirmed some key details about Liberty/Stormfront, telling The Wrap:
“I can spoil the amount that Starlight will be tracking Stormfront in the next episode and will get confirmation that it is, in fact, true. Stormfront is just much older than they thought. And with Compound V, anything is possible and she just doesn’t age like other people age. And it all kind of falls into this thesis with her, which is, she comes off as so modern and media-savvy and up-to-the-minute. But what she’s really selling is a very, very old evil and hate that’s been around for thousands of years. And so the idea that she is older than we think and has been pitching the same shit for decades now, made sense to us.”
If Stormfront is "much older" than Hughie and Co. thought, she "doesn't age like other people," and anything is possible with Compound V, doesn't it stand to reason that she could have looked the same much farther back than 1979? As in, as far back as the late 1930s/early 1940s, when Soldier Boy became the first public Supe for Vought? Eric Kripke has already confirmed that the Soldier Boy that Jensen Ackles will be playing is indeed "the very first Superhero" from way back when.
Furthermore, Stan Edgar's Vought history lesson to Homelander in the Season 2 premiere revealed that the original Vought founder was the chief physician at the Dachau concentration camp, where he had "ready supply of human subjects on which to test his earliest iterations of Compound V," which modern Vought of course condemns. Frederick Vought switched from the Nazis to the Allies in 1944, after which he perfected Compound V to create Soldier Boy. If he could publicly create Soldier Boy in the '40s, couldn't he have secretly created Stormfront in the late '30s for the Nazis?
If Jensen Ackles' Soldier Boy is going to be the one created in the mid-1940s, as Eric Kripke indicated, then The Boys will either have to use flashbacks to Soldier Boy's heyday or reveal that the original Soldier Boy is still alive and kicking in modern days. I for one doubt that The Boys will go to all the trouble of reuniting Supernatural creator Eric Kripke with Jensen Ackles just to cover Ackles in old age makeup to play an elderly Soldier Boy.
Now, let's connect some dots. We have a Stormfront who is much older than she looks and holds some violently racist views, we have a Vought founder who experimented with Compound V for the Nazis, we have that same Vought founder who was publicly successful with Compound V for the Allies shortly thereafter, and we have Jensen Ackles playing the original Soldier Boy in Season 3.
Call me a crackpot theorist, but I can imagine a future reveal in which Stormfront was created by Frederick Vought for the Nazis shortly before Soldier Boy was created by Frederick Vought for the Allies, with the same basic Compound V formula giving them both the ability to not age like other people and therefore both appear in the present, either as comrades or nemeses.
Of course, that does leave the question of what would have happened to Soldier Boy over the past 80 years or so, but if Stormfront could have successfully posed as a lower-tier Supe known as Liberty a generation ago, why couldn't Soldier Boy have done the same? Surely it's no coincidence that The Boys has already name-dropped a character who won't appear until Season 3, who also happens to be played by a reasonably big name in genre TV.
cinemablend.com/television/2554589/does-the-boys-liberty-have-a-connection-to-jensen-ackles-soldier-boy
#Jensen Ackles#Soldier Boy#The Boys#S3: The Boys#Spoilers#if you haven't watched ep 4 please don't read it#there's a major spoiler here#anyway after what happened in ep 4#if stromfront is really who she is#then it's safe to say Jensen is playing original soldier boy from ww2#who has nothing to do with homelander#since he's a parody of Captain America#I wonder if soldier boy will be found in a block of ice#or if he's frozen in a Vought facility
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