my f/os all get a little kiss on the forehead

"I'm not cute!"

Hughie Campbell x gn!reader

fluff, light angst, lots of hugs and kisses, established relationship

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There, Hughie stood, just beside Butcher's desk in the office high above the streets of New York City. Butcher was on edge as usual, and it didn't help that he kept his Temp-V usage a secret. Neither of the men moved from their positions for far too long, and Hughie was on the verge of breaking. The pressure was too high for a simple audio technician. At least he had you, though. You were there from the beginning, and when his mind drifted to that day on the street with Robin, he could simply listen to your heart and let go.

Even if he acted stubborn, like when he stepped away from Butcher's desk, he could never resist your sweet nature.

Featuring: Butcher, Hughie, and Frenchie

WC: 500

CW: General The Boys world, confessions, fluff etc

AN: Struggled on the parts for my girl Kimiko and MM so I had to leave them out. Mon ange means my angel, no beta

This is intended more for people who have lore with their selfships / would like to create lore for their selfships ! Just a handful of questions to flesh things out.

together ;

How did your f/o and s/i meet? Where did they meet?

2. What kind of dynamic do you and your f/o have? Has it ever changed? How did it come to be?

3. How do your f/o and s/i feel about each other? What do they think of the other?

4. What kind of future do they hope for? Do they align?

5. Have their pasts had any impact on the relationship?

6. Have they met each other's family? How do they feel about each other?

s/i specific ;

7. What kind of past does s/i have? How do they feel about it?

8. What does s/i aspire for? What drives them?

9. What does s/i value? What do they look for in people?

10. What do s/i's relationships look like? Friends? Family? Exes?

11. Where is s/i from? Do they still live there? If not, how do they feel about it?

12. What leads them to f/o?

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⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Somewhere along Butcher's campaign against the Supes, you and Hughie fell in love. Being discreet has been a battle, but since you're the only two people who still look sick when someone gets hurt, you have the perfect cover story. As far as Butcher's concerned, you're both liabilities. So, when you and Hughie openly sit out on the fire escape late at night, the team simply assumes you're trauma-bonding over the body count.

⋆｡𖦹°‧★ The best moments are when you and Hughie have the hideout to yourselves. You listen to music, laugh, and hold each other. You're able to sit on his lap and run your hands through his hair without worrying about the latest bloodshed or the inner conflict tearing your team apart. Still, the psychological pressure of keeping the relationship a secret is especially hard on Hughie, given his tendency to internalize stress. He constantly looks like he's on the verge of a panic attack, which ironically keeps the team from seeing the real reason he's terrified. They simply assume he's nervous about the latest ploy.

⋆｡𖦹°‧★ The omission becomes particularly unbearable whenever Butcher is near, but Hughie still keeps his hand flat against your thigh under the table. Since he can't meet your eyes directly without cracking a smile, he watches your reflection in the dark glass of his laptop screen while Butcher talks strategy. You both might think you're being slick, but Butcher has already noticed you wearing Hughie's shirts.

⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Your stolen moments together aren’t always lighthearted. You find each other after the bloodbaths too, desperate for one another's touch where stale blood hangs heavy on the walls. Hughie pulls you against him, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Blood squelches between you when his arms lock around your waist. "Just hold on a second," he breathes, his chest heaving against yours. You share a fragile intimacy born from the constant threat of dying at any given moment. "We're fine," he whispers into your skin. "It'll all be fine." It's a needed reassurance for you both.

⋆｡𖦹°‧★ The volatility of your secrecy blew up one evening in a motel bathroom. The claustrophobia of your latest mission had driven you both over the edge, and a lovers' quarrel quickly became an intimate rendezvous. Hughie let you pin him against the wall, his hands tangling in your hair as his mouth crashed against yours. "Yeah," he mumbled against your lips, his hands shaking as they slid down your back. "That's great. You're great. Yeah, right... right there. Awesome."

⋆｡𖦹°‧★ You could feel him smiling against your lips, breaking through the tension. Feeling playful, you unbuckled his leather belt and dropped to your knees, dragging his jeans down to his ankles and leaving him exposed and heavily aroused in his boxers. Hughie let out a sharp gasp, letting his head fall back against the tile wall.

⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Just as you began reaching for his waistband, the door handle rattled and swung wide open. Soldier Boy stepped into the doorway, surveying the spectacle with a short tilt of his chin. He grinned, mildly amused as his eyes drifted down to the ridge stretching the front of Hughie’s boxers. "Shit, kid. Get a load of that bandstand," he whistled. Then, he turned on his heel to walk back into the hall. "Time to haul ass. Clock's ticking, and blowjobs sure as hell aren't on tonight's itinerary," he called over his shoulder.

⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Hughie quickly snatched his jeans up and took your forearm to help you to your feet. You expected to see panic reflected in his eyes but an excited flush colored his cheeks instead. "Cat's out of the bag, I guess," he said pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. "I suck with secrets anyway. The stress of keeping one? Terrible for the metabolism. Can we, uh... do you think we can take a raincheck on this?" He pointed in the general direction of his groin with a nervous laugh. "Because that'd be super."

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I was wondering if i could request some pre-dating headcanons with him? Maybe some pining/yearning stuff?

this is so cutesy! i love the idea of yearning hughie— god knows he's a yearner. this is a bit of a mix of pre and post shit-going-down hughie, so there will be some mention of the audio-visual store as well as the boys.

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pre-dating hughie campbell hcs!

★ being awkward and generally struggling with self-image, hughie never assumes that someone else would be interested in him, even when it's outwardly obvious. butcher will poke and prod, teasing him with a "someone's got their sights set on you, eh?" but he's in denial! accepting that you might reciprocate his feelings would only make things even more awkward, in his head

★ robin is a sensitive subject. there exists a lot of guilt, particularly as it pertains to his romantic interests, as a result of the ptsd of seeing his girlfriend be murdered. he would find himself subconsciously pushing away the possibility of ever finding someone else to love because it feels like a betrayal. this feeds into his existing insecurities over being desirable

★ hughie is a gentleman always, but he goes above and beyond for someone he has feelings for. holding open doors, active listening, buying you lunch with a "nah, don't sweat it" when you offer to pay him back even though he doesn't have much in the bank. "just being a good friend," he says, hoping you don't notice the sweat on his brow

★ he lacks a lot of the masculine posturing that supes (and men generally) do when around someone they're romantically interested in, but that does manifest itself a bit in protectiveness. he will always step out in front of a bullet if it means guaranteeing your safety. it's not that he doesn't trust you to be able to take care of yourself; he just couldn't stand to see you get hurt

★ his style of yearning is equal parts devoted and pathetic (lovingly). when he falls, he falls hard, and no one can divert his attention away from the person who drew him in. he follows you around like a lost puppy, telling himself it's for your protection when he really just wants to bask in your warmth. he thinks it's selfish, you think it's sweet

★ he's sooo careful with physical touch. i think this would continue into the infant stages of relationship as well. always asking for permission: "can i, uhm— is this okay?", hovering his arm over your shoulder or back instead of touching it directly, etc

★ listening to music together is a love language. when you start talking about music to him, he just lights up and offers to sneak you into bryman with his vinyls so you can listen to them (his dad's got a record player, but it's his prized possession. even if he knows his dad would likely say yes if asked, he doesn't want to risk it. plus, an excuse for quality alone time!)

★ if he confesses first, it's an accident. entirely unplanned, he would accidentally refer to you as his partner in front of the boys or his dad, immediately breaking into a nervous sweat. with red cheeks he pulls you away and, unable to lie to you, blurts out that his slip of the tongue was actually a reflection of his true feelings. he then profusely apologizes for potentially ruining your friendship— but! you simply shush him with a chaste kiss and a soft spoken "i've been waiting for you to say that." he is beyond elated!! and very flushed in the face ..

★ if you confess first, he's truly stunned. his reaction may worry you a bit at first, since it essentially amounts to "•_•" for a few long moments before he asks if he heard you correctly. after he gets over his initial reaction, though, he brings shaking hands to hover just above your cheeks. "can i?" he whispers, and upon your confirmation, he holds you gently and grins the cheesiest grin. "you... god, just— wow. i'm honored, and—" a gulp. "oh, shut the fuck up hughie." he cuts himself off to kiss you, savoring the way your hands wander up his back and rest in the curls on the base of his neck

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