Hyperfixation Freak

- You figured, rolled your eyes an warned him not to do it again because it was difficult for you to wash out. Yet if he did slip up again, you just got stronger detergent.

- Your house had a basement, so he started to take his bodies over to your place. It was just easier, especially since you knew.

- Hopefully they weren't heavy, especially after you've cleaned. He knew you hated when things got dirtier especially when you finished cleaning.

"Hey honey— what– be careful!" When he was dragging them they almost knocked over this vase you just bought.

"Oh, you're getting dirt everywhere!"

- He promised to clean it up right after.

- He found it adorable when you would come down for him to try your food. You in your apron as to not get your clothes dirty, flour on your nose and cheeks.

"Dex— oh, it stinks.." Nose scrunched before you got yourself used to the smell.

"Hm?" He had looked up for a moment, not yet plunging the knife inside of the victims abdomen.

- Sometimes Dex would have to stop himself from laughing when victims looked at you desperately for help, thinking you would set them free or call the police. But no, you didn't even spare a glance.

"Try this for me, hm?" Dexter slapped some tape on his victims mouth so he could try peacefully. It was a doughnut, you had ever made them before and since Dexter was prone to them, you wanted him to try it.

- He ignored the muffled screams, trying to get your attention. His taste buds taking everything in.

"Mh! It's good, can you make more please?"

- He smiles watching you giggle, giving him a kiss on his cheek and nodding your head. He waved you goodbye as you went back upstairs to continue.

"Right." He frowned, "Sorry about that.." He angled the knife once more, after ripping off the tape. "You— you're married, you get it. My husband's the type to insist on taking care of everything, I swear I didn't force it." And he would stab the knife inside the abdomen.

-Dexter feels terrible when you clean the basement, making sure the smell of death is all the way gone.

-He doesn't know what you smell, he swore he wiped it all out yet he would come home to you wiping the floors and walls, whatever you can.

"I'm truly not sure what you smell..all I can smell makes my nose burn."

- It was worse when you would be mid-cleaning and he came back with a body. His body would freeze, your eyes squinting in annoyance.

"Dexter! I told you to always call me when you were doing something!"

"I know, I know–"

"Can't you see I'm cleaning? Hm, do clean areas mean nothing to you anymore?"

"Hey, hey, look. I'll clean just the way you like when I'm done okay?"

"..Alright, I need to cook dinner anyways. I love you." He shared a kiss.

He needs you to tell him you love him for who he is, not for how fast he runs. His biggest fear is that if he loses his powers (again), you'll leave him. He'll ask indirect questions like, "What if I can't buy you any of this tomorrow?"

He's jealous, but not of other people, just of your attention. If you spend a lot of time with friends or at your job, he might get moody and say, "Bored of me?" It's not control; it's abandonment panic.

It's in bed, in the dark, where he lets loose with the heaviest stuff.

He doesn't look you in the eye. He talks to the ceiling. "Today I almost killed another civilian during a sprint. I had to swerve to avoid a baby stroller.

Vought covered it up as a 'drone incident.'" "Homelander made me lick the floor today. Literally. Don't tell anyone." "Sometimes I dream I run so fast I disintegrate and no one notices I'm gone."

You are his only confidant. You are the one who keeps the real Reggie safe, the one Vought wants to erase.

Your safety is his obsession. You have trackers on everything, and absurd security protocols. It's not paranoia: he knows you're his weak point and that his enemies (or even Homelander!) know it. He personally coaches you: "If someone comes for you, run toward public danger, not down an alley. Shout the name of a Vought hero, not mine. Attract cameras."

The most tender moments are when he reviews all the security cameras in your house/building before he can truly relax.

The most valuable thing he can give you is his time in slow motion. Cook together (him chopping vegetables at a normal pace, completely focused), watch a show without checking his TV, or simply let him fall asleep with his head in your lap while you stroke his hair. Those are the moments when he's not A-Train, nor is Reggie the hero, but simply you.

Your mundane life fascinates and infuriates him at the same time. Your boring office job, your friend who tells you about plumbing problems, your family asking about the mortgage… to him, it's an alien planet, an unattainable sanctuary.

Sometimes, after a shitty day of filming or groveling before Homelander, he comes home and asks: "Tell me about your meeting. About your coworker's fight over the ugly mug. About everything." He needs to immerse himself in your normality to detox.

But if, in a moment of conflict, you tell him, "I want a normal life!", it's the lowest blow you can deliver. He'll interpret it as, "You disgust me, and everything you represent."

Reggie is used to being loved for what he represents (the athlete, the hero, the symbol). He can't process being loved for his failures.

If you have a fight and you walk away, he won't give you space. He'll show up at your door instantly, not to apologize properly, but in a panic. "Is that it? Is it over? I knew it." His fear of final rejection is as fast as he is.

He needs constant, but subtle, proof. A sweater of yours that he wears and doesn't give back, a picture of you two in his wallet (not on his phone), your shampoo in his shower. Tangible things that prove this is real.

He's not the knight in shining armor. He's the watchdog growling from the shadows.

He's made dissuasive "visits" to exes of yours who bothered you, exploitative bosses, or overly intense fans. You'll never know. He'll never mention it, and he didn't do it to make you grateful, but because, to him, you are his sacred territory.

If someone does manage to hurt you (physically or emotionally), his reaction isn't immediate. He becomes cold and calculating. And weeks later, that person will have "incredibly bad luck" (job loss, public scandal, freak accident). A-Train's revenge is slow, but it reaches its goal.

He's terrible at recognizing his own exhaustion or emotional pain. He expresses it as irritability or intense sexual desires. A particularly humiliating day with Homelander will end with him wanting rough, quick sex, not out of lust, but out of a need to reaffirm control and power over something (over you).

He doesn't know how to ask for comfort. He'll come up and rest his head rigidly on your shoulder as if waiting to be rejected. If you run your hand through his hair, he'll crumble inside.

In the Vought events, his hand on your lower back is his lifeline. Touching you reminds him why he's putting up with this charade.

He uses you as a moral barometer. In his worst moments (like after killing Blue Hawk), he'll anxiously watch you, searching for your reaction. Your horror will destroy him; your understanding (however sad) will save him. You are his only compass in a sea of ​​bad decisions.

He has a secret playlist on his phone, offline, with old R&B or soul songs that remind him of his grandmother or his neighborhood. It's what he listens to with headphones, at a low volume, in the days leading up to a big race or event. Once, he put an earbud in your ear and said nothing, just took your hand. It was his way of saying, "This is what's under the suit. This is me. This is for you."

1. both have abusers that were at some point king of hell, both being left with imense trauma from it that the writers too easily move on from (seriously, whats with the writers and forgetting that long term trauma exists?). Sam with Lucifer, Gabriel with Asmodeus.

2. Both refused to conform to their family, only to get dragged back in by their brothers. Sam being dragged back into hunting by Dean, Gabriel being dragged back in to whatever nonsense Heavens got by Michael and Lucifer via the apocalypse.

3. Both are runaways and pretend to be something their not (like point 2 but also slightly different). Sam running away to go to college and pretend to be normal, Gabriel running away and pretending to be Loki.