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"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.
"Oi, Hughie," Butcher added, drawing a frustrated sigh from your lover's lips. "I'll have you 'n MM look into how we're gonna get inside the facility. Aye?"
"I got it," Hughie replied, hurrying past the rows of desks to the exit.
Refusing to let him get away so easily, you called, "Hey."
"Not now, y/n," he said dismissively, waving you off.
You rose to your feet, your knees protesting the movement, and just as he reached the mat before the doors, you placed a comforting hand on his forearm. "What'd he say to you?" you wondered, briefly glancing back at Butcher.
"Look," he said, peeling himself from your grip and raising both hands to emphasize his point. "Let's not do this right now. I need to go out, and you need to stay here. And would you mind cleaning your desk for once? It's a mess."
Before you could get a word in, Hughie left you behind, stepping past the glass doors. "Wait," you called after him. "You can't leave without a kiss."
Reluctantly, he turned about, giving you a look to say he was fed up with you, but the way you looked at him so expectantly made him want to do anything for you.
"You want a kiss? Now?" he quizzed, crossing his arms and coming to stand before you.
"You have to... or else I won't ask to get dinner with you next Tuesday. It's our anniversary; don't you know?"
"We're just dating," he said. "It's not like it'll be the end of the world if we don't go."
Tired of his attitude, you demanded, "Kiss me. Now."
Finally, he let an amused smile spread across his lips, and he leaned in, pecking you once.
"There. Happy now?" he wondered, about ready to step away.
Before you allowed him to flee, you snaked your arms around his waist, pressed your head against his chest, and inhaled his comforting scent. "You're so cute when you pretend to be upset," you admitted, hiding your expression.
"Whโ" He let out a breathy laugh. "Excuse me? I am not cute!"
"Yes, you are. You're so precious. When you're upset, you look like an angry cat, and I just want to squeeze you."
"I'm not a cat, but the squeezing part doesn't sound bad," he said, his expression softening significantly the moment he wrapped his arms around you. "Since I kissed you, we can still go out to dinner, right?"
"No," you said. "You're still acting bratty."
"I'm sorry?" He shook his head and pressed his face into the crook of your neck, fully enveloping you in his warmth. "You're the one acting bratty. I have things to do, and you won't let me go."
"You're not allowed to go because I said so." After digging your fingers into his hip, you pulled away slightly, cupped his face with your other hand, and laid your lips upon his cheek.
Hughie had recently shaved, and his skin was especially soft, so you kissed him again. When he looked up, his brow softened, and he prepared to protest, but you silenced him with a kiss to his lips.
"Okay," he began. "Okay, that's enough. See? I'm not upset anymore. Are you happy?"
"Not quite," you hummed, cupping his cheeks and kissing his forehead, then his temple, the tip of his nose, and the corner of his mouth.
By then, his face had flushed, and he couldn't help but giggle as you continued to shower his skin with delicate kisses. "Will you stop now?" he wondered, attempting to swat you away.
"Nope! You're just so precious, and I'm so happy to have you all to myself."
"I'm happy, too," he quickly replied. "But... I really have to go. Butcher's gonna..." He shook his head. "JustโCan I have a few on my neck, please?"
Eagerly, you slid down to attach your lips to his neck, and his breath hitched. You began at his jawline, then trailed down to his Adam's apple. From there, you worked your way back and reached the spot just before his shoulder.
To tease him, you added a little tongue, and he whined, "Okay! Okay! That's enoughโBut it feels... it feels really good. I have to leave. If Butcherโ"
"He's not gonna come out," you assured him. "It's fine. Just stop being so paranoid."
Sighing, he peeled you away from his neck and shut his eyes, leaning in to peck your lips once, then twice; again, and again.
"Oi," a familiar voice called.
Hughie shot up and let go of your biceps, his eyes locking on the man himself.
"If you two are gonna have children right here in the hallway, keep it down, aye? Hughie, off you go. We don't got all day." Just before he went back inside, he addressed you. "And you," he said. "Don't act so clingy or you'll make him soft."
The moment he retreated into the office, Hughie met your gaze and roughly pulled you in for a tight bear hug. "Okay," he said, his voice strained. "I will see you later, my love. Try not to upset Butcher anymore, 'kay? I'll be back... probably before sunset." He stepped back, dropping his arms to his side, and said, "And if you need anything, text me. I could get you those snacks you like from the corner store if you finally decide that we're going on that date. Fair enough?"
Relenting, you nodded, and he sighed happily, cupping your nape to press a lingering kiss to your forehead.
"Okay. I'll see you later. I love you."
"I love you, too, cutie," you added as he headed for the unkempt stairwell.
"Not cute!" he exclaimed, his voice echoing in the hall one last time that day.
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a/n: Here you are, lovely reader. I hope you enjoyed! I think this is such a cute idea. I never really liked Hughie, but perhaps I do now... ๐ค
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
Billy Butcher - Butcher knows how you feel about him. Itโs hard not to see the way you look at him after a few too many beers, and how you care about Ryan. How you frown and scrunch your brows together when he comes back hurt and you treat his wounds first. But itโs dangerous. Hunting down supes and his morals makes it hard for him to imagine a life with you. Butcher doesnโt even venture into the possibility that he could like, let alone love someone, in case they leave him or worse, die. He realizes his feelings when you get injured in the field. As Butcher wipes blood from your nose he canโt help but admire how pretty you are that all of his feelings hit him at once. And he knows he's fucked.ย
Hughie Campbell - Hughie knows he is in over his head. He canโt even handle half the stuff Butcher does let alone take good care of himself. But you think he's so cute and smart, itโs hard to not be a little in love with him. Your feelings only grow the longer he's on the team, becoming more confident in himself and his capabilities. Youโre in love with him but it doesnโt hurt unless you really think about it. Hughie is focused on surviving, not wondering why his pretty teammate always goes out of the way to help him, even at his lowest. Hughie comes to his feelings about you at the WORST possible time. Arms poised, ready to shoot a gun (with improper technique but if you both live then you can teach him later), his feelings bubble up to the surface and he blurts out how deeply he loves you, while you're both trying not to get shot.
Frenchie - Frenchie falls first. He assumes itโs lust and that one night with you would get it out of his system. He swears to MM that one night is all he needs, a man canโt be tied down, right? Until it becomes two until itโs three. Until it morphs into a friendship. Even after sleeping with you three times, your pretty smile still sends his heart reeling. You just think heโs being sweet, giving you French pet names that make you smile, letting you choose what show for the both of you to watch. It happens one night, both of you practically sitting on top of each other to watch your favourite show, and it hits you. Youโre in love with your best friend. And you need to let him know immediately. Tipping your head back against his shoulder, you catch his eyes.ย
โFrenchie?โ you ask softlyย
โOui, mon ange?โย
โI want to kiss you.โ You tip your head back against his neck to look at his eyes, then his lips. They curve into a small smile. You canโt help yourself, overcome with emotion that you twist and manoeuvre Frenchie until he is flat on his back and youโre lying on his chest.ย
โYou have already, mon ange. Weโve done a lot more than that,โ he says, one hand coming up to stroke your face and the other on your back.ย
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?
โ๏ฝก๐ฆนยฐโงโ 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.
โ๏ฝก๐ฆนยฐโงโ 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.
โ๏ฝก๐ฆนยฐโงโ 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.
โ๏ฝก๐ฆนยฐโงโ Your stolen moments together arenโt 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.
โ๏ฝก๐ฆนยฐโงโ 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."
โ๏ฝก๐ฆนยฐโงโ 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.
โ๏ฝก๐ฆนยฐโงโ 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 Hughieโs 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.
โ๏ฝก๐ฆนยฐโงโ 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."
The Boys S/I thoughts. I want Kira to be a supe, and I'm thinking about powers, so. Here's my idea, but it might seem crazy overpowered,,,
Kenny from South Park type "pseudo-immortality", or Retroactive Immortality as the superpower wiki calls it, where they die and that day people remember, but everyone forgets the next day. The world and Kira does not forget, but people do,and they even forget they're a supe. Limitations might include that Kira gets weaker from it, because I cannot imagine dying repeatedly will be good for you, and I'm thinking they can only die once per day, but to them, it feels like an instant respawn, kind of, but in reality, it takes until the next day. Their physical state might remain the same as when they died, until they heal, because I think most supes have some sort of enhanced healing
Hii !! I'm really happy to see another hughie loving account ๐ฅน
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 hughieโ 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!
โ 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
โ 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
โ 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
โ 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
โ 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
โ 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, uhmโ is this okay?", hovering his arm over your shoulder or back instead of touching it directly, etc
โ 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!)
โ 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 friendshipโ 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 ..
โ if you confess first, he's truly stunned. his reaction may worry you a bit at first, since it essentially amounts to "โข_โข" 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, justโ wow. i'm honored, andโ" 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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eee that's all for now!! i had so much fun writing these, i love exploring hughie's characterization (he's so babygirl). i'm always open to feedback, so please let me know what you think and/or what you'd like to see next!! <3
So I know I don't post on here a lot (I just don't know how to formulate my thoughts most of the time, and usually when I do, my thoughts make sense to no one else or they're very boring, hence me not posting much, also I'm just not that active on here, sorry), but. Boyf. Boyfriend. Hhhhhhh boyfrienddddd. Hughieeeeeeeeee hehehe
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