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“Oh hello you must be Queen Maeve.”

Maeve turned when she heard the voice, raising a brow as she looked the woman up and down. "Yeah, I am. You are? I don't think we've met."

#ask-everlasting

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Maeve gently wiped his face once the tears finally stopped, somewhat relieved. "The guilt is making you think and say that John." Her voice was gentle. "We were both awful to each other, always trying to hurt each other. It wasn't just you." She took his hand, giving it a firm but reassuring squeeze. "I'll be better too, we'll use this to start mending our relationship, okay?"

"John? John! Fucking shit-"

Maeve rushed over, cupping his face in her hands as she tried to calm him down.

"Hey, hey... focus on me, just on me, okay?"

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Homelander was freaking out, eyes wide as he was having a complete breakdown. Bloodshot eyes flicked up to meet Maeve as he breathed heavily. “M-Maeve…fuck. I-…I fucked up. I-I’m fucked up! I-…I’m so fucking sorry!”

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QUEEN MAEVE IN THE BOYS | 1.08 “You Found Me”

#muse: queen maeve #never let them see you like this

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QUEEN MAEVE IN THE BOYS | 2.04 “Nothing Like It in the World”

#muse: queen maeve #never let them see you like this

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QUEEN MAEVE IN THE BOYS | 3.07 “Here Comes a Candle to Light You to Bed”

#muse: queen maeve #never let them see you like this

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Maeve was complex and guarded. When she first joined the Seven, she had been naive and eager to help people to really make a difference in the world. Head over heels in love with John... and then slowly, things fell apart. Every emotional wound hurt more and more, so she began to drink and put up walls so thick that she wouldn't be hurt again.

This part of her he saw now was the one she sought to protect. She considered it a weakness to care so deeply and believed it would only be something else for him to use against her in one of his vitriolic tongue lashings. Before him was a glimpse of the woman Maeve always wanted to be when she joined the Seven. A playful grin spread across her lips at his words. "Oh, I absolutely would and you know it."

Even the good they had wasn't as good as this, and a small part of her wondered if it was all a strange dream. But there was no denying it was relieving not to be so on edge around him, not waiting for his next remark or jab. "I hardly have time to cook, and I don't like going out much." She gave a small shrug, used to being more of a recluse these days. Her cooking was perfect by any means, but she did pretty alright for herself. She smiled at them memories, chuckling when he mentioned the cheesecake. "Yeah, it is actually, and I still say they have the best cheesecake in the city."

"You don't sound like you quite believe that." She raised a brow as he rolled his eyes. God, she really hoped him getting this hurt wouldn't be a reoccurring thing. "Clearly, judging by how much he roughed you up." Her reply was dry but gentle. His wince didn't go unnoticed, and she tried to make him as comfortable as she could. "Yeah... it was probably somewhat cathartic for him. I hope you two can talk once you heal up."

Her hand was warm in his. It was somewhat familiar and comforting. Her cheeks darkened at his words, making her clear her throat. "Yeah, well, I'm still here despite all the bullshit, so that has to count for something, right?" His words were a surprise, and something she never thought she would hear him say. Well, not sincerely anyway. "You were hurt and needed help. So I helped you. That's what we're supposed to do as heroes, right?"

“I think…I need a…lie down…for a…while.”

He says as he immediately collapses.

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It was strange but cathartic to hear his apologies and have them be so sincere. For years, she carried so much hate and anger, letting it fester and gnaw at her insides. "I couldn't leave you with those assholes. Everything with us became so fucked, but I knew you would get eaten alive if I left. I appreciate your apologies, I really do John."

"John? John! Fucking shit-"

Maeve rushed over, cupping his face in her hands as she tried to calm him down.

"Hey, hey... focus on me, just on me, okay?"

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Homelander was freaking out, eyes wide as he was having a complete breakdown. Bloodshot eyes flicked up to meet Maeve as he breathed heavily. “M-Maeve…fuck. I-…I fucked up. I-I’m fucked up! I-…I’m so fucking sorry!”

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Maeve felt tears pricking the corners of her eyes, but she couldn't cry. Not when he clearly needed her, her tears were for later when she was alone and shoving them down with alcohol. "I know... I know..." she tried to soothe him, and while she appreciated the apologies, she wasn't sure she could say she accepted them right now. "The strongest? You really mean that?"

"John? John! Fucking shit-"

Maeve rushed over, cupping his face in her hands as she tried to calm him down.

"Hey, hey... focus on me, just on me, okay?"

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Homelander was freaking out, eyes wide as he was having a complete breakdown. Bloodshot eyes flicked up to meet Maeve as he breathed heavily. “M-Maeve…fuck. I-…I fucked up. I-I’m fucked up! I-…I’m so fucking sorry!”

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The hug shocked her, making her hesitate for a second before her wrapping her arms tight around him. For a normal person, it would be too strong, but for him, she hoped it was tight and comforting. "Hey hey... don't say that. Vought did this to you, you were only a boy John... you needed a family, you needed love."

"John? John! Fucking shit-"

Maeve rushed over, cupping his face in her hands as she tried to calm him down.

"Hey, hey... focus on me, just on me, okay?"

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Homelander was freaking out, eyes wide as he was having a complete breakdown. Bloodshot eyes flicked up to meet Maeve as he breathed heavily. “M-Maeve…fuck. I-…I fucked up. I-I’m fucked up! I-…I’m so fucking sorry!”

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It broke her heart to see him so fractured, so vulnerable and emotional. This was real, genuine guilt, and she felt a little shell-shocked when she saw the tears on his cheeks. "Hey, I'm here okay? I'm right here to help you through this." With surprising tenderness she wiped the tears away despite her hand having a faint tremble. "I'm sorry too. We were both awful to each other."

"John? John! Fucking shit-"

Maeve rushed over, cupping his face in her hands as she tried to calm him down.

"Hey, hey... focus on me, just on me, okay?"

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Homelander was freaking out, eyes wide as he was having a complete breakdown. Bloodshot eyes flicked up to meet Maeve as he breathed heavily. “M-Maeve…fuck. I-…I fucked up. I-I’m fucked up! I-…I’m so fucking sorry!”

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Maeve gently shushed him, trying to get him to slow down and take a breath for a moment. "John, what happened? What's going on?" Her brows furrowed at his state, his words not like him at all.

"John? John! Fucking shit-"

Maeve rushed over, cupping his face in her hands as she tried to calm him down.

"Hey, hey... focus on me, just on me, okay?"

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Homelander was freaking out, eyes wide as he was having a complete breakdown. Bloodshot eyes flicked up to meet Maeve as he breathed heavily. “M-Maeve…fuck. I-…I fucked up. I-I’m fucked up! I-…I’m so fucking sorry!”

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[after Jason returns from the League of Assassins]

Damian: Did you lose your job because of me?

Jason: Nah, the manager’s a vampire and he wanted me to join his legion of the undead.

Damian, quietly: I knew it.

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Nat smirked as she brought him down, thinking he would be a little more of a challenge. Despite his hand around her wrist, she didn't make a move to break his hold.

"Well what did you think I meant when I asked?"

Natasha Romanoff Starter Call

Loki grunted as he fell to his back. The wind nearly knocked out of him as the woman's weight landed on him and he gasped for air. A smile crossed his face. He could feel the sweat dripping down his temples. Another grunt to her movements and his hand grasped around her wrist.

"When you said you wished to spar," he said still catching his breath, "I had not thought you meant actual sparring!"

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Peter: Did you know that male bees die after mating?

Tony: That’s sad

Peter: Yeah, that’s their whole life.

Honey, Nut, Cheerio.

Tony: Get the fuck out

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Natasha Romanoff as Sorceress Supreme, 2023

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Maeve had grown jaded to his treatment of her, figuring it was his was of lashing back for their breakup. It just became another fucked up aspect of her life that she just accepted, and used alcohol to numb for awhile. She thought that the naive and caring part of her died years ago, but as she tended his wounds with brows furrowed in concern it was clear she still had that piece of her soul.

She never had to worry about John getting hurt because, well, until now, it seemed impossible. She really did worry about him when they were together, even though she knew it was ridiculous. But she had never loved anyone before, and for a long time, he was all she had in her life. "I'll even mess up your perfectly gelled hair to add insult to it, too." Maeve teased with a soft chuckle, still in shock somewhat. They hadn't been kind, let alone playful to one another in so long.

"You and I both know you're not moving anywhere else anytime soon. I really don't mind you being here. If you behave, I'll even order us some takeout from DoorDash." She gave him a small smile, teasing a little just to smooth over the brief awkward moment. She rolled her eyes as he snickered. "I've seen you naked plenty of times, I think if I really wanted to, I could just ask." Maeve countered with a smirk.

"Yeah, yeah, tough man doesn't cry. It better be the only time. Otherwise, I'll have to get a better first aid kit. It wouldn't be good for Ryan and certainly not for you if this becomes a habit." Maeve added softly, setting a few now bloody cloths aside.

Her gaze met his, her free hand gently holding his. Her cheeks darkened, a hint of a smile in the corner of her mouth as she looked away for a moment. "It's been a long time since we were this kind and honest with each other. And you still have a handsome smile, even all black and blue."

“I think…I need a…lie down…for a…while.”

He says as he immediately collapses.

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Maeve always thought she would enjoy seeing him like this. Hell, she even thought she would be the reason he looked like this. But it still baffled her at how fast something inside her flipped. All these years, she clung to the festering hate and animosity she had for him, letting it eat her from the inside out, but as soon as she saw him in distress it all evaporated in a second.

For a while, she hoped they would rekindle their relationship, but it was already too painful having to see each other every day and act like a happy team for the cameras. So she distanced herself. After all, he surely had a line of men and women alike who would be dying to be his. She truly did love Elena, but she didn't understand the stress or lifestyle like John had.

Her cheeks flushed pink at his words, her lips pulling into a pout for a moment. "Tell anyone else I'm soft and romantic, and I'll put you in a headlock." She smiled back, her words light and playful. He was right. She clearly knew that. What surprised her was that she didn't feel a fear or need to deny what he said. Maeve was sensitive, vulnerable. That's why she drank, tried to be cold, cynical, and jaded. She was staying to mask her true emotions, something she considered a weakness.

"Fair enough. Butcher is a smug asshole who would never stop bringing it up. You're more than welcome to hide here. No one comes to my penthouse without an invitation." Her eyes widened at the burn and bruises. "Jesus fucking Christ John. We'll have to get you in an ice bath at some point, it'll help with the burn and bruises."

She chuckled at his words, shaking her head slightly. "They do suit you." Gently she placed a cold pack on the burn, giving him a warm smile. "Leave it to you to be making jokes while covered in bruises."

“I think…I need a…lie down…for a…while.”

He says as he immediately collapses.