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Homelander x gn!reader

A really bad day.

Warnings: crying, Homelander (he's not the one crying tho)

He'd just been sitting on the couch reviewing some documents for Vought, when his ears had picked up on your presence entering the building. His focus immediately shifts completely to you, about fifteen floors down, as you enter the elevator to his suite.

Reason for his piqued attention are the tiny sniffles his super hearing has picked up. They mean that you either have a cold or that you are crying.

Either of those would be an immediate call for high alert for Homelander. Humans are so very fragile...

You can't be sick, he reasons. You hadn't been sick in the morning, when you'd left for work.

So you're crying.

And yes, the sound is muffled, like you're trying to hold it together and not quite getting the hang of it, but it's still notably the sound of tears.

Homelander's eyebrows furrow. Somehow, that's worse than you being sick.

From his current position, he listens intently to the sound of the elevator moving upwards until there's a telltale ring and you shuffle inside his apartment complex.

He hears you take off your shoes while he's drifting towards the hallway.

You see the movement in the corner of your eye and look up at him, eyes meeting his. When you realize that he's really here, your eyes begin to water again.

Immediately he is by your side, holding your shoulders and checking your body for any injuries.

He finds nothing physically wrong with you but before he can ask, you fling yourself into his arms and start sobbing uncontrollably.

Your hands find his back and then he feels the muscles of your arms squeeze him with all your non-powered-regular-human-strength might.

He freezes. This is new.

Homelander listens intently to any new sounds but thankfully the crying seems to be the only noise of distress you let out. Or at least he can't make out any whimpers of pain or something of the sort.

Slowly, afraid to startle you, he relaxes his body. Strong ams wind around your form and pull you closer.

He's honestly scared he might spook you with moving too much, as if he were handling a small animal.

Homelander doesn't like dealing with crying from others, unless it's tears of happiness. People he saves often cry out of relief or from the shock but most of the time he leaves those to the paramedics or other heroes around as soon as possible.

You're his partner. He can't do that here.

This is the first time he's seen you cry, now that he thinks about it. It would make sense for you to cry sometimes, as it is in the normal range of human emotions but the two of you have only been dating for about two months now and known each other for four. So this display of emotions from you is entirely new to him.

'Come on, Homelander', he thinks, 'get your act together'.

He's not going to hand his crying partner to somebody else just because he doesn't know how to deal with human emotions very well...

So he tries to remember his training. What did they tell him to do in these situations?

Oh dear, your hands must hurt with all this clenching going on at his back. He just knows your muscles must be tired at this point.

Not for the first time, he curses his upbringing. Dealing with emotions had come rather short in his education. The focus had always been on how to destroy, never how to comfort.

But that one time they'd given him a lesson on how to deal with people in distress for of his public image.

However, that doesn't really apply here, he reasons. It might even be impersonal. You're not some random fan he can pat on the back and leave!

So when he picks you up, arms draped over his shoulders, legs wrapped around his waist, he's operating purely on instinct. He's seen a man do this in a movie once and it had worked there, so he takes the gamble.

To his relief, you tighten your grip on him and cling to his body like a little koala, tears still wetting the material of his suit.

The mental image is quite cute, he will admit. Then again, so are you.

Walking back to the couch, he settles the two of you into the soft pillows for a little comfortability. You can't just keep standing in the hallway forever.

Noticing the fuzzy blanket he'd bought for you few weeks ago because his place is always cold, he shifts you around and clumsily wraps you in the soft, red fabric, until you're sitting in a cocoon on his lap.

You've stopped crying at this point as well. There's still the occasional sob or sniffle but for the most part you're just clinging onto him and hiding your face in his neck.

He pats your head awkwardly and you let out a tiny laugh that gets muffled in his neck.

It's quite nice like this, he notices. Not the crying, of course. But have you this close, needing physical comfort which nicely feeds his own cravings for your touch.

He'd actually quite like you like this, all vulnerable, if it weren't for your upset state and the crying... He doesn't like those...

After a while, he experimentally places a soft kiss on your head and you pull away slightly to look at him.

Your eyes and cheeks are red from crying and your face is a little puffy but it's kinda cute in his eyes.

"Do you feel better?" He asks, continuing to stroke your hair.

You nod and take a deep breath.

"Better," you sniffle. "Thanks for being here. I- I needed that hug and I just really felt like seing you. Sorry, I had-... I had a really shitty day..."

His brain stops at that, having just had a revelation.

Constellations in his mind shift just the tiniest bit.

You trust him.

You came to him for comfort.

Not because there was nobody else either but because you genuinely wanted to see him and thought his being there would bring you calm! You felt like seeing him would make you feel better!

The most dangerous person in the world (not that you realize that) and you came to him for comfort.

Deep in his chest, pride and satisfaction begin to swell, along with a new kind of warmth he's never felt before. He doesn't even try to fight the broad smile that sneaks onto his face.

"It's fine! You can always come to me for comfort. I don't mind!" He reassures you, cheerfully,

"I really don't mind."

His arms tighten around you just the tiniest bit. Well, there's no way around it. Seems like he'll just have to protect you from now on.

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Doesn’t she know he doesn’t work those hours?? I mean look at him, he’s chilling - his little flap’s even open!!

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The Boys blooper reel

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Don't Touch What Doesn't Belong To You | Black Noir x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: "I'm sorry, is there a reason you're flirting with my boyfriend?" and “C’mon, you love me, really.” With Black noir?

summary: Noir has to fight tooth and nail to be able to take you to public events, but as much as he does love to have you there, he can’t deny that he does also have a slight jealous streak when it comes to certain people. 

tws: jealousy, swearing 

word count: 1114

Noir wasn’t the jealous type for no reason, he wasn’t jealous and possessive simply because he wanted to be or because he felt any particular kind of claim over you, no, if anything he was only jealous and only possessive if and when he had to be. And that, if he was honest, was rare; it always came as a surprise when Noir got jealous, but it was always towards the same two suspects. Homelander and Deep. When those two so much as looked your way, Noir was pulling you as close as he possibly could, sometimes even daring to lift up his mask so that his mouth was exposed, giving him the opportunity to bite and kiss at your neck, claiming you as his; but then the second they left, he was going back to being gentle with you again, soft touches and tender mumbles, even daring to laugh a little at your silly jokes and to let you slip one hand under his mask so that you could give him an earbud and let him listen to whatever it was you were playing. It was like a switch had gone off, and he suddenly became an entirely different person.

Often, if you were Vought events, such as premiers, he had to fight tooth and nail to bring you along with him; squabbling with Ashley over emails until she eventually caved and told him to fuck off. She didn’t like you, she never did, she didn’t think that you were marketable enough, she didn’t think that some nobody was good enough to be putting in the magazines and the papers and on television; she didn’t like you, and she made it very well known - but even she had to obey orders given to her by Stan Edgar, and when Noir went running to him about letting you be his date to those events, not even Ashley could say no, as much as she really wanted to. She couldn’t stand it, knowing that she would have to allow you to go, and would complain and grumble at you the entire time that you were there if you ever crossed her path. 

While attending one such event, though, you had left Noir for all of ten minutes so that you could go and chat to Maeve about something that you had been meaning to bring up with her, when you noticed that a photographer had gotten a little bit too close to Noir; you clenched your jaw, excusing yourself with a shake of the head before daring to walk over, taking Noir’s arm in yours as you smiled forcibly at them. 

“I’m sorry, is there a reason you’re flirting with my boyfriend? Or do you blush and hold the biceps of every Supe you come across?” 

The photographer swallowed thickly, opening their mouth to speak but then closing it again, eyes wide as they watched Noir sneak his arm around you to pull you closer, pressing his forehead against your neck. Admittedly, they did regret flirting with him, and they frowned as they sighed. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” 

“You are goddamn right it will not. Now, jog on,” you grinned, not even getting your moment in glory of seeing them run away with their tail between their legs as Noir dragged you behind one of the big promotional posters, lifting up his mask just enough to expose his mouth. 

He hooked his arms around your neck while you cradled his face in your hands, pulling him closer and grinning when he finally kissed you; it was harsh and desperate and you could feel the desperation in how he had you, you could tell that he was struggling so hard to keep himself held back and to not kiss you like that on the red carpet; he couldn’t do that just yet, the one thing that he couldn’t yet get anyone to agree to, letting him kiss his own damn significant other. He pulled away, pulling his mask down and grumbling quietly, pressing his forehead against yours gently, not wanting to accidentally knock you with his tough helmet. 

You smiled, daring to slowly and softly trace his jaw, a soft hum coming from the back of your throat. “I love you so goddamn much.” 

Noir nodded, pulling away completely and offering you his hand, giving it a little swing as he walked back out with you; he paused, posing for a picture with you and quite happily, quite smugly, holding up the hand that was holding yours as he waved. Out of the corner of his eye, though, he could see Homelander approaching, instinctively stepping a little front of you, getting between you and his teammate as he clenched his jaw tightly. 

“(y/n)!” Homelander called, putting on a happy and friendly face if only for the pictures. If only because looking like he was nice to you, a normal person, made him look good. “Hi!” 

He went to hug you, arms outstretched and a terrifyingly convincing grin on his face, but Noir stopped him, putting his hand on his chest and shaking his head slowly; a mere warning, and Homelander seemed to get the hint, backing up and showing his gloved palms. 

“Thank you,” you muttered in Noir’s ear, prompting him to nod a little as he stared at Homelander. “Can we, uh, can we go stand with A Train and Annie? Please?”

Noir pulled out his phone, daring to type a little message to the supposed leader of the Seven, trying not to ask so smug beneath his mask as he showed him the screen. 

“Don’t touch what doesn’t belong to you.” 

“Noir,” you grumbled, pulling at his arm a little. “Noir, can we go over there, now, please?”

Again, Noir nodded, shoving Homelander aside as he guided you over to the quieter and more private little area where A Train and Starlight were standing; you sighed heavily, relief flooding you, as you put your arm around him and stayed close to his side. He pulled his phone out again, showing you the screen after he had typed out his little message. 

“Fucking Homelander should know you don’t touch what doesn’t belong to you…” 

“I really do love you, so fucking much, y’know,” you told him, grinning as you dared to kiss the nose part of his mask. He recoiled a little, a soft growl coming from the back of his throat as he shook his head slowly. “C’mon, you love me, really.” 

He started to type on his phone again. 

“I don’t doubt that. It was cute 2 see you jealous earlier, tho”

“Yeah?” You mused, raising a brow. 

“Yeah <3”

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[plentyoffandoms]

Main Masterlist ♡ The Boys Masterlist ♡ Homelander Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing. Homelander OC a bit.

Gifs and photos do not belong to me.

Summary: f/Reader was born for only one thing, to be the person that Homelander loses his virginity too. Vought believes that she died that night as they never found her body.

Homelander's POV:

Ashley was droning on and on about something. I haven't listened since she started to talk, but I looked around at the others and a few of them seemed to be paying close attention to her.

Starlight and Maeve were obviously paying attention. A-Train looked bored out of his mind and The Deep, well nothing is going on inside that head of his. Black Noir, is just sitting there. No sounds like usual.

"Are we done here?" I asked as I stood up.

"Sit back down Homelander." Stan said.

"I have somewhere I have to be." I told him, in an annoyed tone.

"You can leave when this meeting is done. Now, sit down." The others looked between the two of us.

I just smiled and sat back down and he just gave me a look, knowing that he won this round.

Ashley looked at me and she could tell by my face that she needed to hurry this meeting a long.

She kept it brief and the moment we were dismissed, I was up and out of my chair.

"Where do you think he is going?" I heard. I know Deep was hoping I didn't hear, but I did.

"None of your concern." I called out, letting them know I can still hear them. I heard him mutter 'shit' and I just smirked to myself.

~

I knew no one would follow me. They may seem like complete morons but they know what I can and will do to them if I was followed.

I found myself landing on the front porch of the house I built all those years ago. I checked the door handle and it was locked.

Good. She listened this time.

I could hear her and the boys eating dinner. Them talking about their day at school and her being the good mother that she is, was listening intently.

I used my key to enter the house and I heard the four of them go quiet as YN looked at me and a huge smile came over her face.

"John." She said as she quickly got out of her seat and ran into my arms. The boys sat there, knowing that their Mother gets to see me first.

I kissed the top of her head and I heard her sigh. "I have missed you." YN said to me. I didn't say it back. I never do.

I let her go and she stepped to the side, giving the signal for the boys to come to me.

Ten year Jack gave me a hug first, then seven year old Josh and finally five year old Joeseph.

I took my spot at the head of the table and ate dinner with the four of them.

~

YN put the boys to bed and told them to only come out if it was an emergency. She says that every time I am here.

YN found me looking over the photos that were on the wall. I am in a few of them but they are mostly just her and the boys.

I felt her arms wrap around my midsection and her snuggle up into my back. "Are you staying the night?"

"Mmm, I don't think I can. I have to get back." I heard her sigh, but she didn't say anything. YN never does.

YN was born for me and for me alone. She was a suprise on what is known as my birthday. I was sixteen years old when I first laid eyes on her.

I did my birthday special and just finished eating all of my favourite foods when I was taken to a room that I have never been to before.

"Homelander, it is time that you became a man." Stan said to me. I of course, had no idea what the hell he ment by that, until he opened the door to the room.

I stepped inside and looked around. There was a bed, some food and water and any sex toy that you could think of, was in that room. I looked at him, confused as I had no idea what the hell was happening.

"I would like you to meet your gift from us." Another door opened and in stepped a girl, around my age who looked at me with wide eyes and I knew she was scared.

I looked between her and Stan. "She was made for you. It is time you lost your virginity before you do something that we will have to cover up."

"But she is just a human. I can hurt her." I cared about her and I didn't know why, but then again, I did care about people then.

"She is strong like you. She was made for this very purpose. She is yours Homelander." He then left the room.

"What is your name?"

"I don't have one."

"Well, that won't do. I will call you YN." Her eyes seemed to light up at actually having a name.

"Do I call you Homelander?" Was the innocent question. At first I almost said yes, but this is my night. So I went with the only other name I have ever been called.

"Call me John."

That night I learned what Stan ment when he said she was made for me. Any human woman would of died with my strength, but not YN.

But as I laid there, next to her I knew once that door opened, she would be desposed of. She did what she was supposed to do.

So as she slept, I gently took her into my arms and flew out the window, flying as far as I could to get her to safety.

She woke up halfway through the journey and I told her that I was going to keep her forever and no harm would ever come to her.

YN didn't question it. So when I found the perfect place for her, just on the outskirts of some small town, I built her a cottage.

Then as time went on and she gave birth to Jack, I knew it was time for something bigger as she was going to have more of my children. YN just didn't know it yet.

I didn't come by as much as I wanted too, but I always made sure to leave a small gift for the boys and YN full of my cum.

"Oh fuck John." YN moaned as she rode me. The two of us were in the livingroom, her bouncing on my lap. Always nice when the other person does all the work for once.

"That's it YN. Gonna fill you up." I groaned. She knew I was close. She started to bounce faster and with a strangled cry of her name, I came. Her collapsing against my chest.

"Please come back soon." YN said. I say what I always say. "I will try."

~

It took me almost six months to go back but I always kept an eye on them. Even just flying over the town to see what they are doing.

No one knows they are my children. They don't say anything when they see YN pregnant and doesn't have a partner at home.

But that doesn't stop some of the locals from trying to get with her and step into the role of husband and daddy to my boys.

"YN, so nice to see you. How are the boys?" I heard a man say to her as she was doing some grocery shopping. I always put money into her bank account. She has no need to work when she needs to be raising our boys.

"Hello Vince. The boys are good." Short and sweet. Just the way I taught her. No need for her to make friends with the locals.

"I see another one is on the way." I could tell the man was confused.

YN didn't answer. She didn't have much time before she had to go and get the boys from school and I didn't have much time until I had to leave.

"Well, if you need any help with the boys or just want to spend some time together." This Vince said to her.

"No, no thank you." YN cut him off.

I saw YN leave the store a few moments later, empty handed. She looked around and then looked up.

She knew I was there the whole time. Listening in on her conversation. I followed her as she drove away, not towards the school but to home.

I was sitting in the chair on the porch, waiting for her. I didn't say a word as she pulled into her driveway and got out of the car, while it was still running.

"John, I di," I held up my hand, silencing her.

"I know but I have to remind this town you belong to someone."

"John, he doesn't mean anything by it." I had my hand around her throat, squeezing it as I lifted her into the air just a bit.

"Are you defending him?" Her hands were trying to pull mine away as she shook her head no, weakly.

If she was anyone else, I would of let her fall to the ground, but I placed her back on her feet and let go of her throat.

YN was gasping for air and the marks were already healing. "You belong to me YN and no one else."

"Yes John I know, but," I raised my eyebrow up at her.

"We live here. I have to be somewhat social with the locals. You can ask the boys. I do not see any of them outside of grocery shopping or clothes shopping." I knew she was telling the truth. Her heart rate has never was changed.

"If I feel like you are getting to close to anyone, you will be moved somewhere else. Got it?" I said to her as I cupped her face in my hands.

"Yes John."

"That is my good girl." I said after I kissed her.

~

"Homelander come in." Stan said as he looked out the massive window.

"Yes?" I have no idea why I was called, but knowing Stan it probably isn't important. I sat down in my seat, and Stan sat a few chair down.

"You seem to be going off and doing your own thing more and more...and well the team has noticed."

"They do their own things all the time." I pointed out.

"Yes, but you are their leader. You must set an example. Now tell me where you are going."

"Just wherever I fly too. No set place."

"At first, I thought the same thing, but then there was a photo of you that appeared online. Just you talking to some woman."

The wall behind him opened up and there on the screen was a blurry photo of YN and I.

"I believed it was just some random woman who you saved, to get even more approval points from the public, but then I realised she looked familiar."

The next photo was YN the night I met her. The two photos were put side by side.

"We here at Vought thought that we didn't make her strong enough for you. That you killed her that night and just got rid of the body. How wrong we were."

The next photos were of her and the boys. "I see you have been busy Homelander. Three boys and one more on the way and they are all like you it seems."

"What do you want?" I tried to keep my face neutral. I didn't want him to know he was getting to me.

"You do not step out of line. You do what I say and no harm will come to them." I knew he was lying.

"What have you done to them?"

"They are perfectly fine. They are at their home, in their little town. Nothing has changed but if you mess up, well no more YN. No more Jack, Josh, Joseph or the next J name. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes." I fought with all my mighty not to say anything. Not to do anything to him.

His time will come.

Soon.

Part 2

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More The Boys brainrots.

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"hes an evil evil man but its ok"

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Homelander x gn!reader

Showers and Tea

Warnings: none

Not proofread (a lot)

Homelander loves showering with you. It's his favorite part of the day.

As soon as you walk into the door, he is ready to go.

"How was your day, babe?" His head peeks out of the doorframe of the living room.

"Wanna tell me all about it?"

Your tired form in the doorframe makes excitement rise in his belly as he scans your body with his super powered eyes after the long day apart.

He floats over to you and scoops you up, helping you to discard any jackets, bags and additional clothing on the way to the bathroom.

You just let yourself be carried, knowing that resistance is futile. You won't ever admit it but you love it secretly.

Contrary to what you might've thought at first, there's nothing inherently sexual about his love of showering with you either. On some days it is. But on most of them it's truly just the two of you washing each other, holding each other and telling each other about your day.

You squeeze a generous portion of lotion into your hands and rub them into his hair. Homelanders eyes are closed to feel even more and he lets out the deepest sigh you've ever heard as your hands begin massaging his scalp in rhythmic circles.

The best gossip gets told in those minutes too. He talks to you about the dumb PR stunt he had to pull because of a new recruit and you tell him about the doomed relationship of your colleague and how his wife is definitely going to divorce him any day now.

It's no deep conversation but it flows easy and effortlessly, which you both need at times.

When you have to be hyper intelligent all the time, like he does, seemingly shallow conversation like this feels almost like an escape.

There are no 'Seven' when he's in the shower with you. No crimes to worry about and no meetings to hold with board members, who'd love to see him in a ditch as long as they get their cut.

After you've carefully washed his head, you move to his neck and shoulders, massaging his tightly wound muscles out of routine, in an attempt to relax them.

There are no scars on Homelanders skin. No blemishes or imperfections. Sometimes he worries that you find him inhuman because of it. But you continue to melt all those thoughts and fears away when you slip your arms around him after you feel you've massaged him enough for today.

He then turns around to look at you. In the low light of the bathroom he stares at you, eyes soft and without a hint of the usual vigilance.

You put your hands on his shoulders for stability and stand on your toes to give him a kiss.

"I love you."

He melts into you, as always, arms wrapping around you and pulling you closer.

"Love you too," he murmurs back.

The scents of your mixed shampoo wafts around in the air and moisture from the shower has left fog on the bathroom mirror. There is something quite calming about all of it.

When you step out of the shower later, he wraps you in a towel first and then slings one around his waist before helping you towel yourself somewhat dry.

His eyes take in your comfortable expression, exhaustion of the day and the comfort of the warm shower finally catching up to you.

He carries you to the kitchen after you're both done. Some days you have the energy to complain or insist on walking there yourself but today you appreciate being this close to him.

Homelander may not need to eat a whole lot but he's highly aware that you do. So he watches observantly as you make yourself a few simple sandwich.

It's calming, the routine movements of your hands preparing a small meal, occasionally offering him a tomato or some salad which he gracefully accepts, content to have you care about him even when you know he doesn't need to eat.

That's what made him as obsessed with you in the first place.

You are absolutely aware of his incredible strength and physical capabilities. He doesn't need soft towels, massages or your help washing to survive. But you still do them.

"Just because you don't need them to survive doesn't mean it's not nice to have," you'd said to him once, not invalidating his power but insisting he deserves love nonetheless.

"Not everything needs to be a necessity. Some things just feel nice."

He's used to indulgence now, shamelessly stealing a slice of chicken from your sandwich.

You squint your eyes at him and make a gesture that you're 'watching his moves'.

However, there's a smile on your face so he knows you're not actually mad.

Outside the window, many floors below, the lights of the city become less and less as people settle for the night.

Inside his apartment, your own light is turned off as well only minutes later.

The two you cuddle close for the night. Homelander doesn't need to sleep, much just like he doesn't need to eat, but this too is something he allows himself to indulge in with you.

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Have a quick Sunday Homelander :)

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The Boys Marketing

Similar to issues surrounding The Hunger Games as a profitable franchise, the Amazon series The Boys critiques the excesses of modern capitalism and then Amazon reproduces them in marketing The Boys merchandise. There are numerous toys, T-shirts, and costumes paying homage to the various characters as well as general series logos stamped on whatever they can sell. In some cases, the satirical nature of a framework glorifying these awful figures is retained, but some are more ambiguous. The use of the character Stormfront as a Nazi antagonist serves to clarify the satirical nature of some of these products, but there also appears to be an active effort to obscure her nature as a Nazi to make her more marketable.

When it comes to depictions of The Boys, the protagonists, the merchandise accurately captures the sentiment of rebellion against Vought as an evil capitalist organization. We can critique this at a meta level--Amazon selling "fight capitalism" merch to make money from a "fight capitalism" show subverts the point of a "fight capitalism" show--but it is, at least, consistent with the message of the show.

Things get rockier when it comes to depictions of bad guys who act as part of the evil capitalist organization.

The most overt satirical product they have, in my opinion, is the "Brave Maeve" critique of rainbow washing:

The use of the rainbow-washed Claddagh makes it clear to any queer people what's being invoked here, and it has a very sneering tone at the whole concept--true to the show's satirical nature.

The Homelander merchandise presentation is largely ambiguous in nature, marketing both to people who appreciate him as a villain and conservatives who like him as a character they can relate to: a conservative American patriot just trying to stumble his way through life.

This Homelander costume is completely neutral. Someone might buy it because they like villains and want to portray a horrible person. Or, maybe a MAGA type would buy it because they identify with the figure as a beleaguered hard-right American just trying to keep America great, like the fellow who wore this costume at the Million MAGA March (2020-11-14 demonstration by conspiracy theorists claiming Trump won the election and Biden stole it).

In this Homelander and Stormfront shirt, the use of Stormfront as an obviously evil Nazi antagonist clarifies the satirical nature of the image:

You'd be hard-pressed to find any actual American fascists who like the vibe of this shirt. It is overtly about the show's villains and reads like it should be worn by people who like villains and/or the critique of American nationalism as equivalent to Nazism. I think even actual Nazis would be turned off by how obviously evil the Nazi character looks. (TBH, they were already alienated by the casting of Jewish actress Aya Cash, in the tradition of Colonel Klink.)

On the other hand, this shirt just looks like edgy patriotic fashion favored by conservatives. Even the metallic text lacks the hammy villain tone of the "Homelander & Stormfront" shirt and just looks vaguely intimidating in-line with such fashion. It would be really easy for a hard-right Homelander fanboy to wear this shirt unironically, in full support of Homelander as a patriotic figure. It could be said that this shirt was perhaps designed with satirical intent, but this is not clear at all from its presentation. In context, it looks like Amazon wanted to market to some of its known consumer demographic: hard-right unironic Homelander fans.

Meanwhile, on the official Gen V merchandise page, the lead actors simultaneously act as satirical figures hawking merchandise like the wacky capitalist institution the show criticizes and are the lead actors hawking merchandise for the capitalist institution producing the show:

Self-aware irony only goes so far.

In the show, Dawn of the Seven (a spoof of Justice League with elements of The Avengers) is used to criticize superhero movies in our universe (e.g. they're tropey, can be sexist, have questionable themes, etc.). In Amazon's merchandise, it's used to unironically market the superhero figures as these cool characters.

Is this a critique of Homelander or marketing at all? I'd argue no. It is unironic pro-Homelander, pro-marketing, pro-consumerism, and pro-superhero-fandom theming to appeal to the lowest common denominator of fan, likely to be a conservative fan of Homelander.

The worst part of this is with the use of season two's Girls Get It Done, a critique of superhero movies (particularly Avengers: Endgame) pandering to women with an all-woman team-up that purports to be feminist but doesn't back it up with any actual feminist writing surrounding it or understanding what women want past a simplistic disingenuous argument that women are better than men. The three female superheroes of the Seven--Starlight, Queen Maeve, and Stormfront--are arbitrarily teamed up and paraded around as a faux-feminist marketing gimmick. This is a clear satirical element in the show. However, the Amazon merchandise uses it unironically as a woman-targeted gimmick for the show's female fans.

It is weird as hell that someone thought this piece of satire depicting a literal Nazi antagonist would make a good "girl power" piece marketed to women. Again, possible satirical intent is nerfed by unironic capitalistic greed.

Let's talk about Stormfront. She's a likable villain, and it's fairly reasonable to sell merchandise representing the figure as a villain. Her only T-shirts are the ones I've posted above. "Homelander & Stormfront" effectively depicts her as a villain in a critique of American fascism. However, "Girls Get It Done" is ambiguous in the manner of the Homelander shirt that seemingly panders to conservative unironic Homelander fans. Stormfront is just there, alongside two heroic figures, looking cool alongside them. You'd have to watch the show to know she's a villain.

And here's another thing: her Nazi signifiers are all obscured. Her arm bands are seen from a weird angle and somewhat blocked by Queen Maeve; her imperial eagle belt buckle is hidden in artificially generated shadow, and she's not printed in a high-enough resolution to see her swastika fabric pattern. All that's left is her skinhead-evocative Skrillex hair, which is far from overt. Skrillex isn't a Nazi, after all. Amazon essentially did the same sort of thing they did with the Billy Butcher merchandise in censoring the swear words to make them friendlier wear around in public and removed hate symbols from a character who is innately a political figure as a means of critiquing racial hatred in America. In the process, they made a Nazi more palatable without the corresponding political critique.

The one other way they marketed Stormfront merchandise was with a limited-edition collection of themed Nike sneakers, available only through sweepstakes. Several of the main heroes and villains in season two got their own sneaker color theme, including Stormfront (top right).

Here, Stormfront's Nazi crap is retained with an allusion to her belt buckle--the Nazi imperial eagle--printed on the side under the swoosh. Other characters get their own symbols in the same general area, so it's in theme with the others but also questionable given its authentic Nazi imagery in absent of a context of critiquing modern America. People are expected to just don Nazi imagery as fans of the show. The Homelander, A-Train, Black Noir, and Kimiko sneakers are decorated with blood imagery, at least signalling "edgy show", but Stormfront's are without even that limited context. (Please do not take this as endorsement of people harassing Aya Cash for playing a Nazi. It's okay to portray a Nazi as an actor on a television show, just not out of context in the real world like this.)

The grey portion at the toe resembles Stormfront's arm bands and may, like the arm bands, depict a desaturated American flag like that worn by American conservatives. In the context of the show, this is used to critique American conservatives as fascist and embracing Nazism. Removed from context, it would suffer the same problem as the Homelander shirt aping conservative fashion.

The decision to make Stormfront's sneakers dark with white laces is another interesting choice. Neo-Nazis often signal to each other by wearing black boots with contrasting white laces. It's unclear if this was intentional.

I'm honestly unsure which is worse, merchandise obscuring that she's a Nazi to make her more palatable or merchandise retaining her Nazi characterization in a context completely absent of framing her as a deplorable villain.

All these bad marketing decisions come together in a weird capitalist kerfuffle aping at being a satire of capitalism while being outrageous in itself. It unironically showcases why the kind of stuff the show parodies is bad.

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First look at Susan Heyward as Sister Sage and Valorie Curry as Firecracker in The Boys season 4

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Sneaking Around | Queen Maeve x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: Hey! I hope you’re doing well! May I request "You never play that song unless if you're in a really good mood, what's going on?" With Queen Mauve?

summary: Maeve has to cut a deal to make sure her ass is covered when she goes to see you, but at least she knows it’s worth it. 

tws: drinking, smoking, swearing, mentions of drug use 

word count: 1125

Maeve was rarely able to sneak away to see you, given that the chip that every Supe had been issues would have told Homelander where you were, but she had cut a deal with Noir; in exchange for her letting him borrow a sword, he would cover her ass and make sure that no one was looking where she was going for the next few days. Sure, she snuck away to get drunk or high or both or to see Butcher and the Boys, but when it came to you, she needed to make sure that things were safe; she needed to make sure that you were protected above all else, she couldn’t have Homelander going after you. You meant too much. You were too much to her for her to be willing to put your neck in the noose. She needed to make that deal with Noir, she needed to be careful, she needed to make sure that every track was covered and that there were no witnesses; but as she let herself in through the side gate, dressed down in just a pair of grey shorts and a white t-shirt, she could feel herself start to relax a little. 

Maeve found you at the bottom of the garden, shielded by the large grey umbrella and relaxing in your chair as a little speaker played ‘Hardcore’ by Beast In Black, she took the seat nearest to you and stole a swig from your drink, wincing a little; iced Red Bull never did seem to be enjoyable, and she couldn’t stomach the taste, putting it back down. 

She took note of the song, tilting her head to the side as she looked at you with furrowed brows. “You never play that song unless if you’re in a really good mood, what’s going on?”

“You’re staying for the next couple of days,” you explained with a grin, “it’s not often that my girlfriend gets to actually spend more than an hour with me.” 

Maeve smiled, running a hand through her hair as she bit at the inside of her lip. “That’s if Noir keeps up his end of the deal… fucking bastard will probably rat me out.” 

“I doubt it,” you shook your head. “Noir’s… he’s one of the nicer ones - or at least, he seems to be.” 

“He’s better than fucking Homelander,” she huffed. “I take it Annie came over, though.” 

You hummed as you nodded, clearing your throat and taking a swig from your drink, watching how Maeve looked at you with obvious disapproval. “Yeah, she did - y’know, there’s whiskey inside if you want it. Full bottle of Grant’s, just behind the pint glasses.” 

“Do you have any tobacco?” She asked, and when you nodded, she smiled, getting up and taking your almost empty glass with her, but you caught her wrist gently, pulling her down so that you could press a soft kiss to her forehead. 

Maeve was tough, probably the toughest person you ever knew, and she was powerful, but you knew how much she liked the little gestures; the forehead kisses, keeping whiskey in the cupboard for her, keeping a section of your wardrobe for her clothes, making sure that you had her favourite snacks stocked up. Sure, she could be cynical and she often scoffed at any good news and explained all the different bad things about it, but you didn’t mind that; she was realistic, that was all, realistic and more than aware of what things meant. You liked that about her, you always did; from the second she had seen you and immediately insulted you, you knew you had liked her. That never changed. You were certain that it never would.

When she returned, holding the whiskey and tobacco and papers and filters and a glass of iced Red Bull, you couldn’t help but to grin at her, which made her smile back as she put your glass down beside you and placed the whiskey by her chair; she let the tobacco and other things fall into her lap as she looked at you with a raised brow. 

“You want one?”

“I had one not long ago, but fuck it, why not?” You shrugged, pulling the lighter out of your pocket and clearing your throat. “Y’know, I wish things were more simple.” 

“What do you mean?” She dared to meet your gaze as she licked the paper and folded it down. 

“I mean, not having to hide all the time,” you admitted. “Y’know, not having to worry about Homelander. Not having to make deals with Supes just to get a couple days together.” 

Maeve nodded, sighing as she tucked the cigarette behind her ear and swallowed thickly; sure, she thought it would have been nice to be an open and out couple, to act and to be like a normal couple. But she knew that she couldn’t; until she was free from Vought for good, such a thing would never be possible. She doubted that she would be free from Vought unless a miracle happened, like if she lost her powers, or if she was replaced; she was too marketable for them, she was too much of a cash cow for them to get rid of her. Vought had her tightly grasped in their iron fist, but fuck, she didn’t have wish she could break free. 

“Maybe one day,” she said with a slight growl. “If those fuckers ever let me go.” 

Passing a cigarette to you, Maeve leaned back and took the one from behind her ear, putting it between her lips and lighting it when you passed her a lighter; she took a long drag, and sighed heavily. 

“I know,” you said quietly. “But it ain’t half a nice thought.” 

She hummed in agreement, swallowing thickly again and leaning over to open the bottle of whiskey; she took a swig, and sighed as she put it back down. “This is good shit, (y/n), where’d you get it?”

“It was a gift,” you shrugged, daring to smile at her. “Y’know that old lady who I sometimes clean for?” 

She nodded. “The one next door?”

“That’s the one,” you nodded back. “She didn’t have any cash at one point, so she gave me a bottle of whiskey instead - said she didn’t want me to go home empty handed.” 

Maeve chuckled. “You should ask if you can do her cleaning for whiskey instead of cash if this is the shit she’s giving out.” 

“Please, I feel bad enough taking cash,” you laughed softly, scratching the back of your neck. “Besides, what would I tell her? My girlfriend really fucking likes her taste in whiskey so can she please pay me in bottles of fucking Grant’s?”

“More or less.” 

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