#a-train

. . . every power needs its own sex symbol. for hollywood, there was marilyn monroe. for music, there was madonna. even in video games, there’s lara croft. for vought, thanks to the death of translucent, there’s you, their newest, sexiest hero yet: miss minx. your outfit, if you could even call it that, was even skimpier than annie’s. your powers? more or less irrelevant to the higher-ups. you were scouted for your breasts, for your big smile and long eyelashes. you were scouted for public appeal, for twitter likes and nasty comments under instagram posts.

. . . homelander has no problem reminding you of why you’re on the seven in the first place. every time you act out, he tsks softly before bringing up how he can see your cleavage from a mile away. he gets a kick out of agitating you with this. you’re smarter than vought gives you credit for and both of you know it.

. . . the deep tries to pull the same stunts, but it never goes as well for him. unlike homelander, he’s someone you can take in a fight. he oscillates between wanting to fuck you and wanting to shame you, never quite picking a side.

“you know what?” he spits out one day while in the elevator with you. you turn to face him, arms crossed, and he scoffs. “you walk around like you’re a fucking princess, like your opinion means shit, but you’re really just a dirty little slut—”

your hand shoots out before he can finish his sentence, gripping his nose while you maintain eye contact. you can feel the cartilage squish beneath your fingers as you squeeze. more importantly (and to your amusement), you can hear kevin start to backtrack.

“ow— ow, fuck, ow ow—”

“shouldn’t have said that,” you taunt, dragging him by his nose to the back of the elevator. by the time the doors open, he’s got a face fill of red, his nose more than a little broken.

. . . you and maeve have… an interesting relationship, to say the least. she’s quick to criticize you for playing into vaught’s sick fantasy, only to roll her eyes when you point out she does the same. it doesn’t help that you’ve hooked up with her while drunk once or twice. maybe the whole sex symbol thing wasn’t that much of a stretch for you…

maeve glances at you mid-meeting before snorting. “is that glitter on your fucking lips?” she asks, leaned back in her seat, arms crossed. she looks every bit the warrior she is.

you smack your lips once or twice. “mmm. cherry flavored. want to taste?”

“fuck no,” she mutters, “stay over there. and keep your dick in your pants, kevin, even whores have standards.”

the deep scoffs, raising his arms in protest, “i didn’t even say anything this time!”

. . . a brief list of the themed pin up photoshoots you’ve done: baseball, tennis, race cars, kittens, doctors, wrestling, “office sirens” (thanks to whichever young intern suggested that), bikinis, american flags (your least favorite, possibly), princesses, playboy bunnies, motorcycles, military brats, and… many, many more.

. . . you and a-train are on decent enough terms, you think. though it’s not rare for him to join in on any lewd jokes homelander might make, he never goes out of his way to harass you. in fact, he can be pretty gentlemanly at times, holding the door for you and pulling out chairs. he’s your second favorite when you list your coworkers out.

. . . first place, of course, goes to starlight. annie. when she first saw you in your hero suit, she rushed to get you a jacket. it took multiple conversations for her to understand that you were (begrudgingly) okay with vought’s way of marketing you. she’s your biggest supporter and the first to partner with you whenever the situation calls for it. secretly? she’s grateful you’re on the team, showing skin. they’ve let her add a little more modesty to her outfit since you’ve joined the seven.

. . . homelander listens in to you changing. he listens in to nearly everything that happens at vought, just because he can, but he pays special attention when he sees you strolling into vought in your outside clothes. you walk over to the women’s room and he lingers on an opposite wall, hearing through concrete and plaster the sounds of you grunting and zipping, stripping down and then dolling up.

LOOK AT HIS BEAUTIFUL FACE !!!!!!!

Yeah u better look....

And the chibis....

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