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"....His name is Soldier Boy. Member of Payback, huh?" Your fingers grazed over the file once more as you read through it. You see the picture of him with the helmet on and a wide smile on his face. He looks like any ordinary man back then, only that he was a powerful supe. Although he did remind you of someone back home. You continue to read more, learning about the other members of Payback including the current Noir on your team. Huh, who would've thought he'd still be willing to be a part of the Seven?
Should you have asked Noir about Soldier Boy, maybe you could put the pieces together on your own.
You wondered what exactly happened to him, like the many people who were trying to put the pieces together. Not the bullshit that was said about Soldier Boy, but the full truth. Vought had covered it up to keep it hidden from the public eye, so it wasn't at all surprising when they just came up with some sob story and left it at that. As you flipped through the file you had made a copy of from Maeve, you are quick to set it in your bag as Homelander had walked into your room.
A soft knock hits your door while you tucked the folder deep into your dufflebag. He could come in as he pleased anyways, but why not be at least generous for once. When he greets you, you have to force yourself to put on a mask. It's hard to when your expressions revealed your true feelings. Homelander wasn't helping either now that this whole PR thing was beginning to be taken seriously. "May I come in?"
You looked at the supe with distaste as he brings your hand just inches away from his lips, a gesture that made it seem that your relationship was rather intimate. It did leave you nervous at first, but now there wasn't much else to feel about it. How long would you be able to play along for? Only time could tell. The more you're forced to tolerate Homelander, the more his presence starts to fry your nerves.Ā
You knew he was doing this for the sake of his reputation, and his strange obsession with wanting everyone to love him. Not that it's explicitly stated, though maybe the vibe you had gotten off of it.
When you pull away, Homelander stares at you for a long while as if it was an offensive move. He clears his throat, so he can say whatever excuse he had to give just to see you. It was funny in a way as it would be the total opposite with anyone else. "Just checking in on you." Homelander wanders around like he's waiting for you to slip up. "Haven't heard anything back from you since this morning."
'Just checking in on you' my ass. "All good, just got caught up with personal things." You reply, moving around the room to throw away things you didn't need.Ā
"Like what?"
"Home, family? Those kinds." There was a bit of an expectation for an more detailed answer, but that somewhat worked on him for now. The pace of the conversation felt dry, the same way as a bad day in the Sahara desert did. Homelander didn't like that, didn't like that there was still some kind of wall between the two of you. You barely acknowledged him nowadays, and he could only assume it was due to the whole PR relationship Stan had suggested between the two of you.
"Even after all this time are you still a mystery to me. It's sort of like completing a puzzle that's difficult to put together." He comments more to himself, but he says it loud enough for you to hear. You look back at him for some form of elaboration, knowing what he's trying to say. However, it was more amusing to you to hear him describe it verbally.Ā
Homelander walks towards the stand with your suit to trace the thick material with his fingers. It feels bumpy and smooth under his touch, with the necklace dangling from the way he lifts it into his grasp. A shame you wouldn't state what strong resource it is made out of.
Glancing from the suit and onto you, Homelander opted against it. He's made some form of progress, would it be worth it ruining it all? Who was he kidding? He's the strongest supe on this god-forsaken planet. But you? Welll.....
There was a twinge of hope that you wouldn't betray him like many people had done so before. Homelander moves away once you finished reorganizing your space.
Now is an opportunity to snatch this away from you, to see you weak without your most important weapon. But anyone who's been around you this long knows that you are more than just a suit.
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Butcher didn't exactly tell you what the plan was, nor did he tell you where you would be going. All you knew was that you were being dragged alongside with him and the boys. 'Bring yourself and that lil' suit of yours. We're goin' on a trip.' He says, hanging up the phone afterwards. And here you were in god knows where. Your arms are crossed over your chest, and you look everywhere but what you were supposed to be.
"That's for me to know and for you to find out."Ā
By now, you're used to be dragging into this shit, even when it didn't benefit you. Still so long for finding a way home, not that you had any chance left to get back. You paid no mind to the moisture in the air, too busy focused on the tiny hamster named 'Jamie'.
"Jamie?" Frenchie snorts. "Hi."
"It's cute." You added in. Frenchie knocks on the window to get the hamster's attention, much to M.M's liking. "No don't fuck with it. Leave him alone." Then out of the blue, the little thing begins thrashing around the small enclosure, going at abnormal speeds that ends up cracking the glass. It's like a little furball but on steroids.
Just when you thought shit couldn't get any worse, the lights flick on, triggering an alarm. Jamie bursts out the glass and towards one of the armed men.
"....His name is Soldier Boy. Member of Payback, huh?" Your fingers grazed over the file once more as you read through it. You see the picture of him with the helmet on and a wide smile on his face. He looks like any ordinary man back then, only that he was a powerful supe. Although he did remind you of someone back home. You continue to read more, learning about the other members of Payback including the current Noir on your team. Huh, who would've thought he'd still be willing to be a part of the Seven?
Should you have asked Noir about Soldier Boy, maybe you could put the pieces together on your own.
You wondered what exactly happened to him, like the many people who were trying to put the pieces together. Not the bullshit that was said about Soldier Boy, but the full truth. Vought had covered it up to keep it hidden from the public eye, so it wasn't at all surprising when they just came up with some sob story and left it at that. As you flipped through the file you had made a copy of from Maeve, you are quick to set it in your bag as Homelander had walked into your room.
A soft knock hits your door while you tucked the folder deep into your dufflebag. He could come in as he pleased anyways, but why not be at least generous for once. When he greets you, you have to force yourself to put on a mask. It's hard to when your expressions revealed your true feelings. Homelander wasn't helping either now that this whole PR thing was beginning to be taken seriously. "May I come in?"
You looked at the supe with distaste as he brings your hand just inches away from his lips, a gesture that made it seem that your relationship was rather intimate. It did leave you nervous at first, but now there wasn't much else to feel about it. How long would you be able to play along for? Only time could tell. The more you're forced to tolerate Homelander, the more his presence starts to fry your nerves.Ā
You knew he was doing this for the sake of his reputation, and his strange obsession with wanting everyone to love him. Not that it's explicitly stated, though maybe the vibe you had gotten off of it.
When you pull away, Homelander stares at you for a long while as if it was an offensive move. He clears his throat, so he can say whatever excuse he had to give just to see you. It was funny in a way as it would be the total opposite with anyone else. "Just checking in on you." Homelander wanders around like he's waiting for you to slip up. "Haven't heard anything back from you since this morning."
'Just checking in on you' my ass. "All good, just got caught up with personal things." You reply, moving around the room to throw away things you didn't need.Ā
"Like what?"
"Home, family? Those kinds." There was a bit of an expectation for an more detailed answer, but that somewhat worked on him for now. The pace of the conversation felt dry, the same way as a bad day in the Sahara desert did. Homelander didn't like that, didn't like that there was still some kind of wall between the two of you. You barely acknowledged him nowadays, and he could only assume it was due to the whole PR relationship Stan had suggested between the two of you.
"Even after all this time are you still a mystery to me. It's sort of like completing a puzzle that's difficult to put together." He comments more to himself, but he says it loud enough for you to hear. You look back at him for some form of elaboration, knowing what he's trying to say. However, it was more amusing to you to hear him describe it verbally.Ā
Homelander walks towards the stand with your suit to trace the thick material with his fingers. It feels bumpy and smooth under his touch, with the necklace dangling from the way he lifts it into his grasp. A shame you wouldn't state what strong resource it is made out of.
Glancing from the suit and onto you, Homelander opted against it. He's made some form of progress, would it be worth it ruining it all? Who was he kidding? He's the strongest supe on this god-forsaken planet. But you? Welll.....
There was a twinge of hope that you wouldn't betray him like many people had done so before. Homelander moves away once you finished reorganizing your space.
Now is an opportunity to snatch this away from you, to see you weak without your most important weapon. But anyone who's been around you this long knows that you are more than just a suit.
ā
Butcher didn't exactly tell you what the plan was, nor did he tell you where you would be going. All you knew was that you were being dragged alongside with him and the boys. 'Bring yourself and that lil' suit of yours. We're goin' on a trip.' He says, hanging up the phone afterwards. And here you were in god knows where. Your arms are crossed over your chest, and you look everywhere but what you were supposed to be.
"That's for me to know and for you to find out."Ā
By now, you're used to be dragging into this shit, even when it didn't benefit you. Still so long for finding a way home, not that you had any chance left to get back. You paid no mind to the moisture in the air, too busy focused on the tiny hamster named 'Jamie'.
"Jamie?" Frenchie snorts. "Hi."
"It's cute." You added in. Frenchie knocks on the window to get the hamster's attention, much to M.M's liking. "No don't fuck with it. Leave him alone." Then out of the blue, the little thing begins thrashing around the small enclosure, going at abnormal speeds that ends up cracking the glass. It's like a little furball but on steroids.
Just when you thought shit couldn't get any worse, the lights flick on, triggering an alarm. Jamie bursts out the glass and towards one of the armed men.
Ok, so this is in response to the first post I encountered in Jensenās tags. I donāt see the point in responding directly because I just donāt believe at this point it will change anything and Iām tired of this shit. We are where we are. However, like with Jared, I donāt like leaving outright lies being spread uncorrected.
a) bi Dean is not the āmost popularā reading of his character by any means at all, it is A reading, itās got validity in fanfiction but not presently in canon (even if you trot out your list of gross stereotypes) and that should be okay. You exist in a very small bubble that acts as an echo chamber on a continuous loop but even at its peak, Destiel shippers didnāt top above around 10k ārealā people and itās really fallen off in the last couple of years.
b) The individual writers are irrelevant, itās the showrunners that decide where a story is going and they have been very clear they were aware of the ship but were not writing it at all in the writing room (other than ship nods that none of you seemed to understand that the purpose of them was a āwe see youā and not a āweāre writing this for youā). They did the exact same with other ships, such as wincest and sastiel, even J2 as a ship got nods. That said, 2-3 writers were unprofessional in their online interactions with shippers but none of that was sanctioned in the writing room itself. Even your overlord admits that was the case, even repeating it on Saturday. It was never the story being told in the writing room.
c) M has queerbaited for years for personal profit, heās constantly being derogatory about gay relationships and once had to come out as straight when he joked once too often (because being gay is apparently one great big joke to him). He gives flippant derogatory answers when asked about Castiel and Dean in conventions (such as Dean having his ass baby). He went behind the backs of the show leads to collide with a bitter writer to out of the blue have Cass confess to being āgayā. An ambiguous āconfessionā that lasted 2 minutes out of 327 hours of the show, didnāt confess anything of substance or convey romance at all then the character immediately died. Then btw had āgay angelā merchandise ready to sell the next day in his store for profit. This same āallyā has then been existing for the last 6 years on income that relies on him pulling a JK to his fans by talking about how great that end was for his character and it was totes played by him as romantic and he wasnāt aware of the kill your gays trope. Thatās your gay ally youāre defending? By all means, keep going to him and asking the all important queer questions of how many ass babies they have now. GTFO
d) you all lying and queerbaiting yourselves in posts, aided and abetted by chief queerbaiter himself and attempting to force your āinterpretionā to be validated by Jensen is why this continues to happen. You believe the lies because you want to believe, then you post them and round and round we go.
Jensen is not the issue, he has been clear and honest from the very start about what story is being told and has never once lied about that. He is an ally to the community because he refuses to say that something existed when he knows damn well it didnāt. He, like Jared want quality representation in shows, not treating the genuine fans they love as an ATM.
The only thing we agree on is to stop sexually harassing him by forcing your ship fetish on him.
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Marvin had his head down and strained against his fists as his elbows rest on his knees.
He was doubled over, praying quietly beside you in Hughie's body, and for peace of mind.Ā
Heād settle for just enough of it to be able to think of a plan to fix this or to keep him from killing someone else in the room.Ā
His mind, against his will, not unusual since the death of his family, would carousel through the worst possibilities, every worst case imaginable. TheyĀ pop in his head, and ruminate, refusing to leave.
When he was a kid, if he checked the burners three times a night, theyād go away. That was the action his brain pushed him to do to keep the bad thing from happening or getting worse, but right now there wasnāt any.Ā
Just bad thoughts in a bad situation, and neither showed no sign of ending.
āYou a'right there, mate?ā Butcher asked as flippantly as he couldĀ pretend, but the glint his eyes revealed his concern.
HeĀ was stared at his hands and watched as Marvin balled them tight. He must have started tapping his fingers, but as always, he preferred not to talk about it.Ā
You stirred, a whine coming from your lipsā Hughieās lips.Ā
It was almost Deja vu. Marvin remembers Hughie sleeping similarly when Butcher first brought him here, making similar noises and faces in his sleep, but he knew you better.Ā
Hell, he even knew Hughie Mitchell better these days as well.Ā
The eyebrows furrowed much closer, his face more tight and expressive in your mournful sleep in his body.Ā
Somehow Hughie, when he was actually in his own body, sounded girlier compared to you.
āSwapper'll wake up, and they'll be back in their own bodies in no time.ā Butcher graveled in a poor attempt to comfort him.Ā
Marvin glared at him but didnāt say anything.Ā
āWhat are we ⦠what are we telling Grace?ā Wrong. Everything about you looked wrong with Hughie in your skin.Ā
He slouched, making Marvin notice that you held yourself high at all times.
Hughie had your shoulders slumped. He had you shifting your body side to side and making very unsure expressions on your face. Timidness and being uncomfortable in your skin, uncomfortable being youā was unlike you.Ā
You had your troubles, your own insecurities, but you didnāt show them. Not with your body language, not completely. At least not from what heās seen and howĀ heās come to know you.Ā To a normal person they remain hidden and unknown, but with Marvin's line of work and the skill he picked up from being in the military to now, He noticed. He could see you for you.
You fidgetedĀ with your hands a little when you were nervous, but other than that, you held yourself together fairly well. You took pride in your appearance.
When you got your hair, nails, or anything done, your head raised a little bit higher, everything about you even more surer, but As Marvin studied the new braidsĀ you had gotten done, the stray curls that fell from the updo you had chosen for their date, the small insecure looking woman before him filled him with dreadā Anger.
āOne of you better figure out what I can tell her,ā he leaned back, looking nonchalant but as usual around these fools, he couldnāt be more pissed, āmaybe we can buy some time until this motherfucker wakes up.ā
You rub the face in the mirror with a hand.Ā
There was a little bathroom at the office, and youāve been in here for perhaps three hours now. You arenāt sure.Ā
No matter how hard you try the tears wonāt stop. Despite how tired you are of crying, the tears keep falling.Ā
Someone keeps pounding at the door, but not saying anything, and you ignore it.Ā
āKimiko, leave her the fuck alone!ā you hear Marvin call out.
āZhe is not zee only one who can use zee bathroom! If it was anyone else you would have gone bzerk by now! Tell her to let Kimiko in, huh?!ā
You open a door with void expression. The commotion ridding you of your woes.
āMy bad.ā is all you say, the voice coming out of your mouth grates against your ears, foreign to you in every way. You arms entirely to long, everything too low beneath you. Proving your point, your knee hits the corner of a desk and you hit your arm on the back of the couch as you unceremoniously flop down into the seat next to Marvin. Your legā Hughie's, touches his and you move it immediately scooting over a little afterwords, so your body doesn't touch his.Ā
Marvin says your name, but you don't look at him. āBaby.ā he tries again softly if not slightly awkward.
āThat's how its gonna be?ā he tries to tease, but you don't bite.
You sigh, not sure why you cant look him in the eye or why you are treating him this way.
He lets out a loud defeated sound, too harsh to be a sigh and nowhere soft enough to qualify s a huff. It rumbles in his chest and tingles against Hughie's, making you feel warm inside. Just as quickly a wave of nausea follows it.
āGive me your hand.ā
You turn to him on the couch.Ā
āWhaāā
āDon't argue with me, don't say anything.ā he interrupts, ā Just give me your hand.ā
You blink, scrunching your brows in confusion.Ā
No longer waiting on you he grabs your hand. Hughie's hand, and he interlocks your fingers with his.Ā
You swallow thickly.
You want to turn away. Maybe even to stop it, but the longer you look the stiller you become. The warring overwhelming emotions in you subside, only by a small amount, but they lessen. The heaviness in your chests dissipates and you start to breath a little easier.
Marvin's hands are much thicker than Hughie'sāstronger than the extra long and slender hands you now have. He swipes his thumb over your hand in small unhurried patters, and for a moment, without even thinking you do too.
"How do you feel?" He asks softly, leaning towards you.
You pull back slightly, but you don't fight him or push him away.
"Right now?" You wince at the voice and way it cracks as it leaves your lips , but Marvin remains still, patient and watchful, "or like, in general aboāabout this whole thing?"
"All of it baby." He holds you a little tighter. "I want to hear all of it." Somehow he softens even more , his shoulders relaxing as he leans in closer, his face and how his eyes seem to sparkle, reflecting light of a new morning's sun as it fills up the room through the windows close to the ceiling.
It was too much.
You quickly turn away.
"I- I don't know." You stammer, unable to think clearly, of something better to say.
"Alright," he doesn't push you. "But if you want to just know that I'm here. . . And that you literally turn red now, so it's not like your getting away with anything."
"What?!" You snap your head back at him and shift awkwardly in your seat. In your own body it would be small. A barely noticeable movement, but with these long arms and legs you feel like your floundering around.
Marvin is the one looking away now, but there's nothing nervous there. His body no longer holding a tenderness or concern.
"I don't know." He noncommittally shrugs, keeping his head turned from you. "You tell me. . . You're the one with the bright red cheeks."
You give him a frazzled look.
"Youā" he raises his brows as he looks back at you, stopping you in your tracks. " he raises them higher and crosses his arms, making you stop again, "Fuck you." You lament weakly. Unable to commit to your sour mood, a laugh bubbles from your lips.
Marvin chuckles softly, bringing his hand to your cheek. This time you don't move.
"Okay, baby." He says gently.
You swallow, ignoring once more the warmth that fills your chest, and covers your cheeks.
Fuck!
. . . That turn red. You were actually turning red for once in your life.
How the fuck are there people that live like this with other people just knowing whenever you felt . . A way about things by watching your skin change color.
It was horrifying.
Flashes of memories surge through your mind. A moment of Marvin giving Hughie advise, patching him up, and even given him a hug, sometimes he was yelling or he looked angry, but you looked at his eyes through yours, or rather, Hughie's eyes, and think about the way Marvin looks at him in these moments, and her chestā Hughie's, fills with love. A strong sense of care and comradery.
You swallow, giving Marvin a different look as you regard him with different eyes that see him as a friend and a confidant.
"Like me. . ." You finally say something.
He turns slowly, his face unchanging in a way Hughie finds unnerving, but you find utterly and completely endearing, funny even. What you wouldn't give to be back in your own body and join in on the little game. "For the first time since last night. In this very moment," You continue in a slow quiet voice, as if hearing Hughie's voice at a normal octave would scare you, because it would, in every way it would scare you, "I feel like me."
Marvin clamps a hand down on your thigh.
He doesn't say anything, but he doesn't have to.
His face falls into something heavy, weighed down with emotion.
You both sit in silence, letting it stretch.
You fight the urge to slouch down further in your seat, so you could lay your head on his shoulder.
"We need to go somewhere." he says suddenly. "You have to come with us. It's. . . for work."
You nod, but he doesn't move, doesn't say anything.
"Okay." you finally say something and he nods back. Patting you once more on the knee and he rises. He takes a step, but abruptly moves back and wait on you.
"You don't have to waitā"
"Sorry, I'm used to leaving Hughie to fuck off on his own" he takes a breath, visibly taking a moment as he half way raises his hands and almost closes his eyes. "Bu I wouldn't leave you. I don't want you to think that I dont care about you. I would neverā"
"I know, Marvin." You look down at him and smile, but it almost wavers. You shouldn't be looking down a him like this. "I know."
"Right." He nods and you're both on you're way.
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Apparently thereās drama circulating the fandom regarding Destiel again. At this point, I donāt know if old debates are being reheated or what is going on because Iāve seen this same argument so many times.
Without stepping on too many toes, I just wanted to add my own thoughts. I think Jensen is 100% valid and these are not new opinions. For as long as I have been in this fandom, Jensen has always leaned more away from Destiel than towards it. Unless these fans are new to the fandom, it shouldnāt come as headline news. And yet with every new interview or an old one is brought back up, it gets blown out of proportion.
And Iām probably going to ruffle some feathers when I say a large part of this argument has a double standard between Misha and Jensen. Because you canāt make the argument that Misha knows his character best and his loud and proud outlook is valid if youāre simultaneously tearing Jensen down for his. If Misha knows his character best because he played him for years, the same applies to Jensen.
Thatās all Iām going to contribute to this debate because I prefer staying out of shipping wars, but I think Jensen is completely valid in his opinions
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I canāt believe what I am about to post is what brings me off lurking on here. But what happened at Purgatory Con in Germany I canāt stay quiet. Everyone who knows me knows I have been a fan of Jensen for a very long time. Basically ever since I was 9 and saw him as Eric Brady on Days of Our Lives I been hooked. So sometimes I feel protective over him. What happened at Purgatory Con pissed me off bad.
Of course in true fashion during a Jensen & Misha panel Misha had to start being disgusting about Dean & Cas. But then we get to the question of course a fan asked Jensen about Destiel. Every sane member of this fandom knows Jensenās thoughts on the never will be non canon ship. He has said numerous of times over the years he did not play Dean that way. That Dean saw Cas as a brother a best friend he did not reciprocate romantic feeling. The person(canāt call them a fan at this point) started arguing with Jensen cause he didnāt give what they wanted. That person was basically telling Jensen he was wrong about his own character and his opinion. I have seen multiple people who was in that room stated you can tell Jensen was upset and was close to walking off stage. You know what he should have done it. Destiel shippers/hellers are why people think Supernatural fandom is toxic. Itās cause they are toxic over a stupid ship that will never be canon. They scream oh but the bi lighting etc lighting doesnāt describe someoneās personality. Itās just fucking lights nothing more. Some are thinking Jensen is being held hostage by networks to not say anything. No he isnāt cause if he was Misha wouldnāt be saying anything. Itās truly how Jensen feels about a character he played for 15 years. No it is not about inclusion cause CW was basically the number 1 station for queer stories. Jensen had a long week he had The Boys final episode plus whatever he is working on in LA. The man is constantly working. Plus he rarely does Supernatural cons outside of JIB & Creation. But he choose to attend the con cause he loves his fans. How do these fans repay him? By harassing him over a ship that will NEVER EVER HAPPEN AND WAS NEVER CANON! Hellers are not true fans of the show cause if they were they would know it wasnāt about romance. They are also not true fans of Jensen either cause if they were they would accept it and not harass him.Ā
Itās to the point now where fans are calling Jensen names over it. Saying he is homophobic when he isnāt. I seen one fan say they stepped on his foot and was proud of it cause it was revenge he didnāt say it was canon. Worst part Misha basically started the damn shit. He keeps adding fuel to the fire by baiting them. He needs to grow balls and tell them to accept Jensenās answer over his own character. To stop harassing him over this. But no Misha is a coward cause he needs them. Funny thing is they are the reason no one wants to hire him as an actor. Kripke only threw Misha a bone cause Misha begged to be on The Boys. But no one else will hire him cause they donāt want to deal with the toxic ass idiots who ships a ship that will never be canon and harass the actor over it. His actions and hellers are why I turned away from Misha & Cas.Ā
For those thinking oh Jensen will change his mind he will see it since he is rewatching it with his kids. No he wonāt Jensen has been firm on his opinion about for YEARS he is not changing his mind. I also want to add the staff at Purgatory con should be ashamed of themselves. They let fans harass Jensen over it. When they seen things were getting tense they should have ended it right there. But apparently whoever is in charge of Purgatory con are hellers too. Itās why they call it Heller con. But seriously they should be ashamed. I hope Jensen never does another purgatory con ever again. Cause if the staff canāt protect him like they should then he doesnāt need to attend. I hope he sticks to Creation & JIB because they will protect him unlike the staff of Purgatory.
Sorry this is long but shit like that pisses me off. Jensen didnāt deserve the treatment he got because fans canāt accept the ship will never be canon and Jensen will always say he played Dean straight.Ā
This is well said! Then you also have people saying they don't care about what the actors think and yada-yada-yada. š I have nothing against Destiel fans but god, a LOT of them are so toxic and insufferable!
Someone kind, gentle, sensitive, and a bit nerdy. She is a Certified Yapper Loverā¢, and loves to hear her partners talk about things they're interested in, so passion is key for her; bonus points if it's about something she hasn't really heard of before (Hughie really got her hooked with a discombobulated Star Wars rant). As we all know, Annie has an extremely firm sense of right and wrong, so a potential partner's values are a make-or-break scenario for Annie. Admittedly, she finds nervousness and rambling very cute, and it's the first thing that typically draws her to a person. She's a fan of that anxious, neurotic energy ā sorry-not-sorry. Additionally, for men and women alike, if you have curly or otherwise textured hair? She wants you.
Billy Butcher
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Since Becca, Billy's type has fluctuated a lot. Before and during Becca, he deeply appreciated someone level-headed, calm, caring, and intelligent; however, after her death, it's been hard finding someone of that personality that didn't just remind him of her. For short-term relationships, Billy is very attracted to firecracker types, and for long-term, appreciates someone sensible and a little snarky, yet able to be sensitive in the right moments, even if he may push him away. A hard rule for Billy, though, is that the person is able to stand their own. He greatly values conviction, and even if that person may have differing opinions, them being able to stand up for their own beliefs is something extremely important to him in a relationship.
Frenchie
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Someone quiet, driven, loyal, and with a secret soft side. Got walls? Frenchie loves them and wants to break them down (lovingly, of course). Considering his past, he wants someone understanding and with a "history" of their own, too ā he's naturally drawn to people who have that aura and "roughness", for lack of a better term, to them. Being bilingual, or multilingual, even if it's not French, is a big plus for him, too; as a communicative person and someone interested in linguistics in general, he becomes a lot more interested in someone if he hears them speaking or writing another language.
Hughie Campbell
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Someone strong, independent, and passionate. As a pretty nervous guy, Hughie greatly admires people who can "stand their own", and is drawn to them in relationships. That doesn't mean it's all take, though ā Hughie really likes someone who, even if strong, he can comfort, care for, and support, so if you're in need of any of that? Hughie's your guy. He also is pretty attracted to anyone who stands his rambles and doesn't give him crap for them ā and, better, is actively engaged ā and will fall for you pretty quickly if you're that type. So, in another words: if you'll tell McDonald's they put mustard when he asked for no mustard, he'll fall for you.
Kimiko Miyashiro
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Someone understanding, empathetic, and optimistic. It's suffice to say that Kimiko has been through a lot, and, like Frenchie, wants someone who she can relate to and move forward to better futures with. People who have a positive attitude in spite of their hardships are people she's greatly attracted to. Being chatty and willing to communicate with her often is also something she loves; she has a lot on her mind and likes to share it with the people she loves and see their thoughts on it. Similarly to that, she loves expressive people āĀ not just because it makes them easier to read, but she finds it really, really cute. A bit random, but if you have a loud laugh, too, she'll fall in love pretty quick.
Marvin T. Milk (M.M.)
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Someone loyal, resilient, hardworking, and honest ā to the point of bluntness. M.M. is a no-bullshit guy and not someone to appreciate a "cheerleader" figure, so he greatly appreciates someone he can always trust to tell the truth, even when it's not pretty. Realism and practicality is also important to him too. Like Annie, morals are also a make-or-break for M.M., and having someone who cares about integrity, family, and justice like him is the most important aspect in relationships to him. Additionally, someone who's A) good with kids and B) good with his past wife. While he wouldn't hold any feelings for Monique while in or pursuing a relationship, his former family is extremely important to him. His potential partner having the maturity to recognize this situation, as well as holding a love for children (even if they don't want any themself), is very important to him.
i like to think that even though black noir is the most well known quiet assassin, he isnāt really a big fan of being in places filled with silence for long periods of time even if he is known for that, it lets him think of things he doesnāt want to think too hard about.
which is why i loves whenever heās next to you either in a meeting or just in general where you could talk his ear off about anything, he wonāt put a stop to it. he loves the way you could talk about anything just for the fun of it, or maybe he just adores the way your voice sounds.
every time I see someone act rude, entitled or disrespectful towards a fanfic writer and/or the fics, I think the writer should be legally allowed to kill them
ā§ļ½„ļ¾:ben doesnāt really understand what love is. Heād never felt it before you. He probably wonāt feel it after. He just knows that whatever to annoying fucking gooeyness in his chest is, it comes from being near you, and never anything else.
ā§ļ½„ļ¾:youāre the best fucking thing heās got. Heās got no plans to let you go, not anywhere he canāt follow. He knows if he lost you, heād fucking lose it. Heās half a man when youāre not at his side. A quarter of that if he ever makes you hate him. It would be like making a big, wet eyed kitten cry. Heād rather watch fucking glass.
ā§ļ½„ļ¾:heās not good at affection. Or comfort. No one ever taught him how that shit works, but when you kiss him or brush your fingers through his hair, he feels bigger. Better. He wants to make you feel like that, so he mimics it with sudden touches and gifts. Ben pulls you tight into his chest, crushing you between his massive arms just to keep you close. You tell him itās called a hug, he says he doesnāt fucking hug, then holds you closer.
ā§ļ½„ļ¾:ben doesnāt know what the fuck girls like, so he gets you more of shit you already have. Youāre almost out of the coffee you like, so he buys more. Your fancy shampoo is low, he can match a bottle in a grocery store. You complain once about your favorite lip gloss being out of stock, and he didnāt rest until he found you more. He shoves the gifts into your hands then kisses you stupid. Thatās how he does most things.
ā§ļ½„ļ¾:he starts to clean, because he might not be some kind of fucking maid, but you like things better when theyāre clean. Heās a grown ass man, he can carry the trash better than you anyway. And he likes how you climb him like a tree, after he grumbles that he already put away the dishes. If thatās the price he has to pay for some pussy, heās about to open a bank.
ā§ļ½„ļ¾:ben used to fuck most things that move, but now itās just you. Only you. He rolls his eyes whenever someoneās surprised by it.
ā§ļ½„ļ¾:āwhy the fuck would I stick my dick in something else,ā he mutters. āWhen I got a girl with heroine in her pussy?ā
ā§ļ½„ļ¾:you have to tell them heās speaking metaphorically. They sometimes look a little worried. But youāre not complaining. You do get all of Ben to yourself. And heās very good at sex.
ā§ļ½„ļ¾:mind-blowingly good. So good, itās made you wonder if youād ever actually had good sex before him. The dirty talk alone is a sin. Dirty little girl and pretty fucking slut and good job, baby, whine for me just like that.
ā§ļ½„ļ¾:his massive fingers split your cunt better than a toy. Pushing right against that soft spot, his thumb working your clit until youāre gasping for air. He eats you out like his favorite meal, with his whole face pressed into your core and tongue flicking your clit into a frenzy. When he fucks you he holds you in those strong arms, whether itās up against his chest, pinning you to the mattress and forcing you to take it, or in a headlock as his cock sliding in and out of your dripping cunt. You cum all over him, wet and loud, and he laughs until youāre burning with a mix of shame and pleasure.
ā§ļ½„ļ¾:itās after sex, that he shows he loves you the most. His kisses get softer. He takes care of you without even a grunt, cleaning and making sure youāre totally, happily fucked out. He lights up a joint and wraps an arm around your shoulders, telling some story youāve heard a million times as you doze off. You smile. You know he does it because you like it. The steady sound of his heartbeat, and soothing rumble of his voice.
ā§ļ½„ļ¾:before youāre out, you can swear you actually hear him say it. āLove you, doll.ā
ā§ļ½„ļ¾:it doesnāt matter if you actually do, or if itās just a dream. You feel it, either way.
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ā¦Author's Note: i don't care what he does in the show they gave me a sexy old man he's mine now they're writing the fanfic not me and eric kripke himself can't stop me.ā¦
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I need some M.M. fluff like yesterdayš No one writes for him and hes literally one of the best boys (IN MY OPINIONNNN)
ā M.M
marvin milk x reader headcanons !
a/n: holy moly m.m love. this is so beautiful... as a big fan of him, too, i am sooo #blessed to receive this ask.
dating marvin would look like . . .
į²š¼ Protective. You realised this about Marvin pretty early on, even before you started dating. The two of you were working alongside Butcher, and while he always seemed to carry the "mother bird" role of the group ; it was undeniable how much more protective he was of you than anyone else on the team.
į²š¼ Whenever a brawl broke out, and you were gearing up to join in, he'd immediately body-block any hits flying your way. And god, if it wasn't a sight to see a man so big fight for you and turn a man's face black and blueā your heart would flutter to see him, caked in sweat and his own bruises that you'd offer to tend to.
⤷ "You don't need to do that, I can handle it myself," Marvin grumbled, his gravelly voice rumbling in his throat as he turned his head away from the cotton ball you were dabbing around a cut on his cheek.
"You could, but you should let me be the one to play doctor for a change," you teased. "You're always taking such good care of me. Let me repay the favour for once, alright ?"
While anyone else would take his silence as quiet irritation, you could see how the tension in his shoulders eased. He enjoyed being taken care of. And he likes that he doesn't get a lecture for it, either.
į²š¼ Initially, you figured his protective nature was because he saw you as weaker or incompetent. That is, until you realised the other, finer details when you two were together.
į²š¼ When his compulsions would flare up, you were a means of feeling grounded. You weren't a remedy, but when he began to repeatedly tap at a steering wheel or obsessively check and recheck that the stove wasn't on, it'd be your firm hand on his wrist or shoulder that'd bring him back down. A distraction, to remind him he was somewhere safe.
į²š¼ Marvin show a lot less of his sour moods to you. Butcher and Frenchie were always in the crossfire of his foul verbiage, but you were spared most days. Hell, the other boys would usually tease the pair of you for it - calling you his favourite. Though you quietly enjoyed that nickname.
į²š¼ Once the two of you finally do start dating, the dynamic shifts just a little.
į²š¼ He's still overly protective, maybe even more so. If he can find any excuse to avoid putting you in danger, he will. You're often left behind, tasked with doing online research on a supe rather than confronting one. When it finally gets to you, and you demand to be brought to the next mission, you two have your first fight.
į²š¼ But try as you might, you can't stay mad. You know what he's lost, and losing you would be the final nail in his coffin.
⤷ You found him, sitting on the bed of a shared hotel room, head in his hands as he threw around the regret of raising his voice at you in his head. Breaking the silence, you slowly move to sit beside him. "Hey . . . Listen, I'm sorry about earlierā I just want to be as useful like everyone else." You note that he doesn't jolt away from the hand you rest on his cheek. Instead, he seems to melt into it.
"No, it's not you. I shouldn't be trying to box you in like you're some fragile bird." He sighed, covering your hand easily with his. You were always so much smaller than him. It probably added to his worry. " 'S just a habit. Needing to keep everyone safe. Especially you. If I lost you-"
Hushing him gently, your thumb swept over his cheek and your expression softened. "I know, I know. But you won't. I'll always be right here with you, Marvin."
⤷ The two of you spent the rest of the night curled up together, watching trash TV. You both knew danger was always around the corner, but it just meant you both had to make the most of every moment.
į²š¼ Oooh his VOICE. You love it. Even when he's listing off groceries, you could melt from how every word rumbles from his chest and rolls off his tongue. It's even better when he's peppering you with affection. "C'mere, sweetheart. You can sit closer than that." Or ! "You're looking so good tonight, baby. Why don't we skip the restaurant and order in ? Don't think I could stand it if I caught some other chump staring at you."
į²š¼Ā And please let us not forget how this man knows how to make a house into a home. It's nearly always home-cooked meals. And your shared space is always organised, and while you do your bit, too, he really is happy to see his lover sit back and enjoy a nice home while he takes care of everything else.
į²š¼Ā Marvin melts whenever you offer to give him a massage. Your tiny hands working away at his muscles, kneading out all the knots built up in his shoulders and back. Sometimes you're a little cheeky and stop to sprinkle kisses all over his well-toned muscles, drawing little shapes with your finger so that he might guess what you've drawn. Six out of ten times, it's usually a heart.
į²š¼Ā And he's attentive too. Maybe spoils you a little too much sometimes. If your feet are hurting, he's willing to carry you bridal-style or throw you over his shoulder, if he's feeling goofy. He definitely loves to treat you, too. Even if he can't afford a whole lot ā your work doesn't do a whole lot for you both financiallyā he still finds a means of getting you the things you like.
į²š¼Ā And this man has STYLE. So best believe he'll love to see you dolled up next to him, too.
į²š¼Ā The Boys still love to tease you both. Whenever you both exchange some loving words, there's always Frenchie mimicking them in a high-pitched voice behind you with Hughie covering his mouth, trying not to snicker. Butcher's smirking, but he's at least happy M.M was able to find you.
į²š¼ You, Kimiko and Starlight... being besties... giggling together about your boyfriends and how wonderful they are. Life could be a dream.