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The Boys (Soldier Boy x Female!Supe!Reader)

(A/n: I wanted to say that writing this fic, I believe is gonna be the most mature, violent and sexual I’m gonna get in this story. If you have not watched this show, go to Amazon Prime and watch the show. If you are under the age of 18, probably do not read this.)

Next Chapter / Masterlist

1944

I was sitting in the waiting room with my husband, waiting for the nurse to call me. Few days ago, I had received a phone call from the doctor's saying that I needed to come in for a visit and it made me nervous as I am usually good on keeping up with my health.

I sighed as my husband, Adam, looks over at me. "You okay, honey?" He asked me in a concerned voice. "Just wondering why I am here." I said. "Did you miss an appointment? Or a shot?" Adam asked me and I shake my head. "No...at least...I don't think so." I said, thinking, then the door to the back of the office opens.

The nurse walks out of the door and looks at her clipboard. "Ms. (L/n)?" She said and I raise my head. "The doctor will see you now." She said and both Adam and I stand up.

We follow her to one of the back rooms until she stops in front of a room and opens the door. "The doctor will be with you soon." She tells us and Adam and I walk into the room and I sit in one of the chairs, Adam takes the chair next to me. He pats me on the back, soothingly, as I sit there and try to figure out what the hell this could be for.

Eventually, the doctor came I but the thing was, he didn't look like my normal doctor. My normal doctor was an older, balding man, this doctor was young and with a head full of dark black hair. "Hello, Ms (l/n)." The doctor said and I give him a confused look.

"Um, are you new? I've never seen you before. Where's Doctor Jefferson?" I asked him and I could've sworn I saw Cole give a nervous look at this new doctor. "Doctor Jefferson is on vacation. I'm Doctor Miller. I'll be taking over while he is on vacation." The young man said and I eyed him a bit but gave a reluctant nod.

"Anyway, it seems you are needing a shot for this new disease that's been going around, thanks to this horrible war we got." Doctor Miller said as he goes to the table near him and picks up a syringe with some blue liquid in it.

"New disease? I've never heard of a new disease." I said and Doctor Miller comes up to me, needle in hand. "Trust me, you need this, ma'am." Doctor Miller said but I felt like something was off. "No, I, uh..." I stammered, nervously, as I stand up but then Adam stands up next to me and places his hands on my shoulder.

"Adam?" I said, confused, as he starts to hold me in place as Miller comes at me with a needle. "Sorry, honey, but you need this." He said. "What are you talking about?!" I asked when Miller inserted the needle in my arm and I let out a yelp.

He pulls the needle out of my arm and I look at him. "What the hell did you just put in me?" I asked him just as I started to feel pain all over my body. I yelled then screamed as I doubled over and fall to the ground. I look up at Adam, and through my tears, I asked. "What did you do?" I asked then I screamed again.

"Honey, this will be a great opportunity for us. For you. And this is was the only way." Adam replied. "Why? Why me?" I asked as I felt another wave of pain. "Because Ms (y/n) we need someone like you." Miller replied and the pain subsides but I start to feel light headed then I pass out.

I groan as I slowly open my eyes, my vision was blurry but it seemed all I could see was white. I blink several times before my vision becomes clearer and I could see a figure standing before me.

I gasp and sit up to see Doctor Miller, if that was even his real name, in a white coat with a clipboard in hand, staring at me. "Where am I? Where's Adam? Who are you, really?" I asked, in a quick panicked voice.

"As I told you, I am Doctor Miller. You, Ms (y/n), are in the secret lab of Vought Tower. As for your husband, he is having a talk with my boss." Miller informed me. "Vought Tower? Why am I here?" I asked. "Because we have developed a serum, called Compound V. It gives the subject powers beyond our wildest dreams. And you, are among the first people to be injected with this wonderful serum." Miller explained and I raised an eyebrow at this.

”But why me?” I asked and Miller smirks. “Because you are the perfect woman for our idea of a female hero.” Miller said.

Present Day

I gasp, sit up and look at my surroundings, realizing that I was in my living room on my couch. I sighed as I try to shake off the terrible memory I just relived in my dream and looked over at my TV, seeing news coverage about that stupid hero group, The Seven, promoting their new movie Dawn of The Seven.

One of the news reporter had that prick of a leader, Homelander, talking to him and asked him a question, I am sure this guy is tired of hearing. "How could you not know all along that Stormfront was a Nazi?" the reporter asked and I could just tell by the look in his eyes that Homelander was exhausted and annoyed at the question.

But I can't say I blame the reporters for asking this question. It was a huge scandal last year that the newly added female hero, Stormfront, was a Nazi. And, to my surprise, she use to be Liberty who was someone I met years ago and use to work with. "Well, I am just a man who fell for the wrong woman. Uh, but, uh...out of crisis comes change. So I spent the last year really slowing down and reconnecting with myself. And I am very excited for everyone to meet the real me." Homelander replied and something about the look in his eyes made me feel a bit unsettled.

It could be just the pressure this man's under or he is really crazy, what the fuck do I know?

I rub the sleep out of my eyes then get up and head into the kitchen to grab something to drink. After grabbing a can of soda, my cellphone rings and I pull it out to see that my old friend, Bethany, was calling. “Hello.” I said. “Hey, (y/n). Was just checking if we were still up for lunch tomorrow?” Bethany asked me. “Yeah, yeah, I am.” I said, tiredly.

”Oh, did I wake you?” She asked me. “No, I just woke up from a nap…” I said. “Nightmares again?” She asked. “More like revisiting my past.” I said. “Is there a difference?” She asked me and I chuckled. “Well, there was some good.” I said. “I hope meeting me is one of them.” She said. “Hmmm, I don’t know…” I said, thinking. “Bitch, I better be.” Bethany said, in a fake offended tone, and I laugh again.

”Still as spunky as ever at your age.” I remarked as Bethany is in her sixties. “You’re only as old as you feel.” She said. “You got that right.” I said. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then?” She asked. “Yeah, I’ll see ya.” I said. “Alright have a good night.” Bethany said. “You too.” I said and I hang up then sighed again.

After turning the TV and lights off, I got a shower and started to get ready for bed. I sit on the side of my bed then look over at the bedside table to see a picture of me and Ben, AKA Soldier Boy. It was of me and him at some sort’ve movie premiere, I think it was one of his movies I really can’t remember which one as he did a fair amount of movies. He had his arm around my waist and I was hugged up to his side, both of us smiling for the camera.

You would’ve thought we were the perfect couple, the one people would aspire to be.

But we were far from perfect.

Ben and I always had our ups and downs over the decades. We always seemed to break up constantly, so much so that I’ve honestly lost count. But we always seem to go back to each other. It’s probably fucked up for me to say, knowing how he was, but he was the best man I’ve ever been with.

Sure, he could be rude and crude, full of himself, a flirt with any woman that had caught his eye, and was violent to people, including to some of our teammates, at times but…I couldn’t help but love him. He had his moments with me where he was honest, caring, and sweet in his own way.

I stared at the photo then set it on the table then looked up at the wall where I have his shield mounted. “Goodnight, Ben.” I muttered to the shield, as if he can hear me, then I start to get into bed and start to fall asleep.

Flashback

Miller left me in this godforsaken room after they had tested me on what abilities I can do. I was curled up in the fetal position on my bed when I hear the door to my room opening. I turn my head and see that it’s Adam that came in. I glared at him as my anger was growing.

”Hello, darling.” Adam said, cautiously. “Don’t call me that. Not after what you did to me.” I growled as I turn my head from him. “Oh, honey…” he said as he comes up to me but was pushed back by an invisible force. He looks surprised by this then looks at me. “Oh, I’m guessing this is one of your powers?” He asked me as I glare at him.

“Why? Why did you do this to me?” I asked him, angrily. “Think of it this way, darling, we’ll live that lavish we’ve always hoped for.” He said to me. “I wanted that but do it the proper way!” I exclaimed. “But this way is so much better and you’ll be famous. Everyone will know your name.” Adam said, excitedly.

“You know I hate being in the spotlight. Why the hell would you think I’d want to be famous? Let alone superhero level of famous?!” I spat, angrily. “It won’t be that bad. You’ll see, once you get started, you’ll actually start to like it. You might even make some new friends.” He said, sounding like he was talking to a child, and I begin to shake at this. Then I go to slap him but he was shoved back by an invisible force and he falls back and hits the padded wall.

“What the hell?!” He exclaimed. “Don’t you dare talk to me like I’m a child!!!” I shout as he scrambles back to his feet. “I’m just trying to help you.” Adam said. “Help me?! You’ve completely ruined my life!” I shout, livid. “Don’t be so dramatic, darling.” He said, waving his hand vaguely.

I growled under my breath and bared my teeth. “Get the hell outta my sight. Right now!” I screamed at him. “Oh, come now, (y/n)! Don’t act like a child!” He said and I stare at him. “I want a divorce.” I whispered and he stares at me. “You don’t mean that.” He said and I felt a tear run down my face. “I mean it. I don’t want to see you anymore.” I said then his face turns from concern to determine.

”Well, it’s not gonna happen, my dearest. We made a vow. For better or worse, remember? And also, you being a divorced woman? Your career will be ruined before it even started. People will look down on you.” Adam said and I glare at him again as my eyes begin to fill with unshed tears.

”I hate you.” I growled at him and he gives a small smirk. “You don’t mean that. You’ll see in time, this was what’s best for you.” He said then he leaves the room. Once the door closes behind him, I crumbled to my knees and begin to scream and cry.

Present Day

The Next Day

*3rd Person POV*

“You must be having a fսcking laugh. That little cսոt crawled up a guy's cock and blew him to bits. He almost killed Frenchie, and you're just gonna let him go 'cause Stan Edgar asked nice?” Billy Butcher asked Hughie, angrily. The night before they had captured an out of control Supe that was causing problems and brought him in to this company by Neuman that deals with out of control Supes. “Supe collateral damage is down 60%.” Hughie tried to assure him as Frenchie and Kimiko were sitting off the side into their own desks. “Oh, come off it. That's that twɑt Neuman talking.” Butcher argued.

”She has locked up more Supes this year than every other year combined.” Hughie argued. “Then you're a fսcking twɑt. Hughie, you're working with Vought! I'm...” Butcher argued until Kimiko made a loud, discordant music with her keyboard. “Fuck me. I should've done Termite when I had the chance.” Butcher growls.

“Look, look, look, things are good. We're actually winning.” Hughie said. “Winning, are we? Locking up a couple of nobodies ain't winning. They got all the money and all the power, and they want us dead. We're outmanned and outgunned, and we got to put them cսոts in a box before they do it to us.” Butcher shouts. “If you would just compromise a little bit...” said Hughie and this angers Butcher.

"Compromise? Fսck you. Your whole life's a compromise.” Butcher shouts. “Hey, at least I have a fսcking life!” Hughie shouts but then stops when he realized what he said as Butcher glares at him. “I didn't mean that. Look. Look. Can we just stop dancing around this? I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I left.” Hughie said as Kimiko continues to play her keyboard.

”You think I give a shite?” Butcher asked him. “Yeah, I think you do. I think you're pissed that M.M. and I both left.” Hughie said. “M.M. was a bit of a loss. You not so much.” Butcher said then he chuckled a little. “Butcher...it's been a year. You can stop all this. It's okay to stop. To move on. She would've wanted you to.” Hughie tells him as the keyboard music continues until Butcher couldn’t take it anymore.

”Oi, Stevie fսcking Wonder! Will you knock it off? You're doing me fսcking head in! Jesus fսcking Christ. Everyone's losing their fսcking minds.” Butcher shouts and Kimiko recoils back as Frenchie turns to her. “Hey. Forget it.” He whispers to her. “Or maybe they're just trying to be happy.” Hughie argues and Butcher glares at him again before he walks off.

Then Hughie turns to Kimiko. “I thought it sounded great.” He tells her as the door to the office opens then closes and Kimiko smiles at Hughie before she continues to play on her keyboard.

*(y/n)’s POV*

I laughed at the story Bethany was telling me as we sat at a table in this diner, eating lunch. “I mean, it was terrible! Made a mess everywhere!” She tells me, recounting the chaos her two year old grandson did at her house. “Sounds like tyrant.” I joked. “Oh he is but…he does have his cute moments and then I love him all over again.” She said and she gives a smile at this and I smile back.

”Must be nice.” I muttered. “Well, you could have that! My granddaughter told me about these dating apps people use nowadays to met people.” Bethany said and I groan and roll my eyes. “Beth, no…” I groaned and Bethany gives me a frown. “Oh, c’mon, you should met someone!” She said and I shake my head. “No.” I said. “Why not?” She asked me.

”I said no, Beth. I just…I’m not interested.” I said and Bethany gives me a sympathetic look. “Ben really did steal your heart, didn’t he?” She asked me and I frown and set my cup of coffee down on the table. Then she reaches over and places a hand over my hand. “I’m sorry. I know that it’s coming up on the anniversary of his death and it’s always hard on you. But I just…I just want you to be happy. See you smile again.” She tells me as she pats my hand.

”It’s more than he stole my heart, he was my other half. And I just feel…empty…” I said then I sighed. “Maybe we could do something for him on the anniversary?” Bethany suggests and I look over at him and give a small smile to her. “That does sound nice. I might look into that and let you know.” I tell her and she smiles at this. “Okay….” She said and I feel this overwhelming sadness taking over me.

”Excuse me.” I said, doing everything in my power not to burst into tears, and then I head to the bathroom and walk over to the sink. I take a deep breath then let it out, slowly, and look at myself in the mirror. And the moment I look at myself in the mirror, I start to cry.

After I cried in the bathroom for a bit, I clean my face then head back out and finish with my lunch with Bethany. She leaves and I sighed and run my fingers over my eyes as I hear someone take Bethany’s seat. “You’re early.” I said, plainly. “Well, would’ve been here sooner but your friend kept sticking around.” A female voice said and I raise my head up to see Queen Maeve sitting across me, wearing civilian clothes instead of her hero gear.

"You okay?" Maeve asked me, her eyes narrowed with concern. I raise an eyebrow at this then nod. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just...didn't have a good night sleep, is all." I said and I pull my bag towards me, dig into it and pull out the file. "Here is all the information I can give you." I said as I hand her the file.

"Whatever it was that killed Soldier Boy. I'm sure it will kill Homelander." I said as Maeve takes the file and opens it to read it. "I’m sure you know the crap Vought put out about his death is bullshit.” I said and Maeve nods. “I had a hunch. But to be sure, you didn’t see anything or how he died, right?” She asked me and I shake my head. “No, I didn’t. All I remember is that I was fighting alongside him then I was knocked out.” I said and Maeve nods as she closes the file and puts it in her own bag.

"Okay, well, I'll give this to Butcher and I'll see what I can do." Maeve said and I nod. "Just tell your friend that I don't want to be bothered by this. I want to be left alone." I said and she nods. "I understand." Maeve said then she stands up, walks up to me and pats my shoulder. "Thank you." She tells me and I smile at her. She smiles back at me then walks out of the diner while I sit there for a moment before I get up and walk out of the building.

Flashback

“Just follow the answers we gave you and everything will be alright.” Miller tells me as we stand in a back room area. We were in this grand ballroom and Vought wanted to introduce me as the new superhero, so they brought me and Adam into a back room to go over basically my script for questions that the press would ask me.

It had been a couple of months since I got powers and during that time they had to test me and see what kind of powers I would develop. It seems I have strength, the ability to move objects without touching them and some sort’ve shielding powers. They even came up with a name for me, Mystic Shade, and a backstory for me because if they told my real backstory that would make them look bad.

Now my story is I was born with these powers and ever since seeing this awful war that is going on with Germany, I wanted to help out anyway I could.

Vought came up with this to not only give the men someone to oggle at but someone the women could look up to and maybe have them want to help in the war as much as they could.

I stand there as I fidget with my fingers and looking down at my outfit, which was inspired by the nursing outfit the women wore and knee-high white boots. The little white tiara that adorn my head was slipping forward and I push it back in place.

”Darling?” Adam asked me and I look over at him as he holds my hand. I scoff and yank my hand out of his. I was still angry with him and we haven’t really talked much, only time we got together was when we went to bed but nothing would happen except just sleeping the night away.

I look over at Miller and nodded and he smiles then walks out of the room. “How long are you gonna keep acting like this?” Adam asked me. “Just because I can’t divorce you, doesn’t mean I’m gonna forgive you either.“ I replied. “You can’t stay mad at me forever.” He tells me and I turn to him, lean into him as I stare him into his eyes. “Watch me.” I challenged just as the door opens and a young woman comes in.

”Mystic Shade? You’re needed out there.” She said and I take a deep breath and follow her out of the room, leaving Adam alone in the room.

I walk up to the stage as Doctor Vought was at the microphone, talking. Then he turns to me and holds his arm out to me. “Now please welcome the new hero, Mystic Shade!” He said and I push back all of my negative emotions and smile and wave as I walk up to him while the crowd applauded.

I go to Dr. Vought and he shakes my hand then kisses both of my cheeks then leads me to the microphone. Once I get to the microphone, Dr Vought said. “Now, Mystic Shade, will be taking questions.”

And a flood of voices saying over here, over here chanted out and Vought points to a random person. “Yes, you there!” He calls out. “How does it feel to be selected to join by Dr. Vought?” A male voice called out. “Um, it is an incredible opportunity here. And I’m very excited to join.” I replied then more raised hands and voices. Dr Vought pointed out to a different man.

“When did you first discover your powers?” The second man asked me. “I was about fifteen or sixteen years old when I found out. I guess I was alway born with them it just didn’t develop until I became a teenager.” I replied. “And what are they? I mean, what can you do?” The man asked. “Well, I’m strong, I can move objects without touching them and I can make shields to protect myself and people around me.” I replied and there was a series of ooh’s and aah’s across the crowd.

Then another round of hands shooting up in the air and Dr Vought points at another hand. "So, are you gonna help out with the war? If so, how does it feel to be the first woman to be out in the field?" The third man asked. "It is something I never would've imagined but I want to help out not just the country but the people who are involved." I said then another man calls out.

"So what's it feel like to achieve everything you hoped for?" He asked and I paused at this. Truth is I didn't achieve anything, this is all a lie. I wanted to scream that out so badly but I couldn't as I stood there frozen. "I-I, uh..." I stammered then Vought comes up to me and places his hands on my shoulders. "I'm sure she feels fantastic. She's being very modest right now. Not being used to this kind of attention can make anyone freeze. So let's give a hand for our new hero!" Vought said and there was applause and I give a small, weak smile.

Minutes later, I walk out on the balcony and took in a deep breath then let it out. Being in that ballroom suffocated me. I lean against the stone railings of the balcony and took in some quick breathes until anger rose in my chest and I slam my fists down on it, making the stone crack. "Whoa-ho, remind me not to make you angry." A male voice said, a bit of a laugh in his tone.

I jumped at this, not expecting anyone out here, and look to my left to see a man, in a army uniform with a long coat, standing some feet away from me. "I'm not in the mood to talk." I grumbled and I look out on the balcony. "I figured. Saw you up on that stage....and well, here..." he said and I look over at him and see him holding a bottle out to me. "You need this more than me."

"Did you steal that from party?" I asked him. "More like borrowing." He said, shrugging, and I chuckled a bit then take the bottle from him. "Thank you." I said and I begin to drink from it. "I'm guessing rough day?" He asked me. “You could say that.” I muttered and I take another drink from the bottle.

“These Vought parties are never what the public thinks they are. The only good things here are the food, the booze…and the pretty women.” He said and he gives me a flirtatious smile. I giggled a little and smile, which I just realized is my first genuine smile I’ve made in months. “I’m flattered but…I’m married.” I tell him and he has a surprised look on his face.

”I don’t believe that.” He said and I raise an eyebrow at him. “Oh? And why is that?” I asked him. “No sane man, especially a husband, would leave you out here on your own.” He said and I laugh a little again. “Maybe, I wanted to be alone.” I said and he shrugs a little. “You may have a point. But, even so, shouldn’t be out here alone. Some stranger could try to chat you up.” He said. “Like you?” I asked him, smiling, and he chuckles.

”Yeah…” he mutters and we share a small laugh then he holds his hand out to me. “I’m Ben.” He introduces and I take his hand. “(Y/n).” I said as we shake hands. “(Y/n), beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” He said and I give a bashful smile to him. “Thank you.” I said then he kisses the back of my hand and I felt my heart leap in my chest.

I haven’t felt this way in a long time, not since I married my husband.

“So, you happily married?” He asked me and my smile falters. “Judging by that frown, I’m guessing not.” Ben said and I sighed. “Just…going through a tough time right now.” I said. “That’s why I never married, when the tough times come in, there’s nothing to tie you down.” Ben said and I nod at this. “I’m starting to think that’s a good idea.” I said before I drink from the bottle again.

At that moment, we hear the door open behind us and I look over my shoulder to see it was Adam. “There you are.” Adam said as he comes up to me. Then he looks over at Ben and seems surprised. “Oh, I see you’re talking to your teammate.” He said and I furrow my brow. “Huh?” I said and Adam places an arm around my shoulder. “This is Soldier Boy. Your partner in the war.” Adam tells me and I was surprised by this.

I have heard the name Soldier Boy but I didn’t know what he looked like since I was trapped in that lab for the last few months.

I look over at Ben and he gives me a smile. “Surprise?” He asked me. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me for not recognizing you, sir.” I said to him. “It’s fine, just don’t go forgetting my face now.” He said, smiling, and I chuckled. “I most certainly will not.” I said and he nods.

”Well, I’ll leave you two alone. I’m sure I’m needed in there.” Ben said as he gestures to the door. And I felt a little sad about him leaving, I was kinda enjoying his company. “You two have a good evening.” Ben said as he walks over to the door. “And you as well.” Adam said then Adam turns to me as I look out on the balcony.

”I see you already starting the night off.” Adam said, gesturing to the bottle of champagne in my hands, but I don’t respond as I look over my shoulder in time to see Ben go to the door. It seemed he sensed me and he looks over his shoulder at me then smiles and gives me a wink before he walks in.

My heart absolutely fluttered at this and I felt my face go red before I look back out on the balcony

Present Day

*3rd Person POV*

"I heard Termite walked. My lead was good. What happened?" Maeve asked, annoyed, as she walks into Butcher's office. Butcher brings up his glass of whiskey up to his lips, stops as he looks at her then shakes his head. "Don't ask." He grumbles and he drinks from his glass.

"Well, we got to talk. I think I have something, thanks to my informant." Maeve said and she hands him a folder. "Informant?" Butcher asked as he takes the file and opens it to see some pages of information and pictures of Soldier Boy. "Soldier Boy. So what?" Butcher said as he looks up at her.

"Remember how he died?" Maeve asked him. "Stopping a nuclear meltdown in Ohio. '83, '84, I think, got buried beneath a reactor. Always thought it was bollocks." Butcher said. "Yeah, you thought right. Read." She tells him and he reads the file.

"What's B.C.L. RED?" He asked. "If you believe the rumors, it's the thing that killed Soldier Boy. My informant said it's some kind of gun or weapon or something. Had to have been a fսcking H-bomb. He was nearly as strong as..." Maeve said as Butcher looks through the file and looks at some pictures.

"If we can find this...weapon or whatever it is, maybe we can use it to blow Homelander's fսcking brains out." Maeve said. "If it is real, not some fսcking fable." Butcher said then he picks up the team-up picture of Payback. "Payback." Butcher mutters before he scoffs. "What a bunch of fսcking wankеrs." He said as he stares at photo. "When The Seven passed them as the number one super team, Crimson Countess sent me a box of cat shit. But not all of them were bad. She was a close friend of Soldier Boy and his ex-girlfriend." Maeve said as she gestures to the photo and points at the red-haired woman in the red outfit who was standing on the right of Soldier Boy.

"And, uh, Gunpowder was his sidekick." She said as she points at the young teen who was standing at Soldier Boy's left. "If anyone knows what happened to him, they do." Maeve said while Butcher noticed Noir in the photo. "Your mate Noir was in Payback. Why don't you ask him?" He asked her and Maeve scoffs. "Even if that walking tumor could talk, it wouldn't be to me." She said and Butcher looks at the photo again and noticed a woman standing on the other side of Gunpowder.

She looked about in her late twenties, her long (h/c) hair was braided and she was wearing a dark blue body-suit and a gold belt and knee high boots, a matching cape on her shoulders.

"Is that...?" Butcher started to ask and Mavee nodded. "Mystic Shade, yeah." She said. "Haven't heard that name in years." Butcher said and Maeve shrugs. "She retired sometime after Soldier Boy's death. She was fucking Soldier Boy." Maeve said as Butcher flips to another photo and this one was of Soldier Boy and Mystic Shade together. They were both smiling and Mystic Shade was hugging Soldier Boy as he had an arm around her waist.

Butcher then looks at Maeve. "Well then, I should be visiting her, not these two knobs." Butcher said but Maeve shakes her head. "No, Mystic Shade is off limits." She said, firmly, and Butcher gives her a curious look. "And why is that, princess?" Butcher asked and Maeve just glares at him.

Suddenly, it clicks with him. "Mystic Shade is your informant, isn't she?" He asked and Maeve averts his gaze and he smiles, knowing he was right. "Fine! Yes, she was the one that gave me this information. But she told me, specifically, that she didn't want to be questioned because this is all she wanted to give." Maeve said and Butcher watches her. "So, please, don't go bothering her." Maeve demanded.

"Well, well, well, didn't know you had such a soft spot for Mystic Shade." Butcher said and Maeve sighs. "We've been in communication for almost a year. Then when she heard about Homelander and all the fucked up things he's done and how I want him gone, she provided this." Maeve said and Butcher gives her a look that basically said he knew there was more to it.

"Fine, she was one of the heroes I looked up to when I was a kid, okay! Unlike most of these assholes, she actually cares about people." Maeve said. "Oh, I doubt that." Butcher said. "Doubt it all you want but it's the truth." Maeve said as she digs into her purse and pulls out a little bag. "Here." She said and Butcher takes the bag, unzips it and sees small vials of green liquid.

"What's this?" He asked her. "It's Temp V. One shot makes you a Supe for 24 hours. I mean, they think. It's still in R&D." Maeve said and Butcher gives her a look. "Oh, great, so powers, maybe. Maybe my bollocks swell up like footballs. Yeah?" Butcher said, sarcastically. "Payback may be a bunch of fսck holes, but they're strong. And they're dangerous. If you're going against them, you're gonna need it." Maeve warns.

"And what makes you think that me, of all people, would want to turn into one of you?" Butcher asked her as he takes a step closer to her. "This is our best chance to kill Homelander. Don't fսck it up." She said.

*(y/n)’s POV*

I sat at the table of my kitchen, staring at the letter I had received in the mail today. I sighed as I reread this damn letter from an old teammate of mine.

Mystic Shade,

I hope this letter finds you well. I know it has been years since we’ve talked or seen each other but I wanna discuss something with you. I can’t do it over the letter, I want to talk, face to face.

Voughtland is having a in memory of the anniversary of Ben’s death tomorrow and I’m gonna be there as a special guest. I’m hoping you could come and I’ll even tell my agent that you’re coming so you can come backstage for free.

I do hope to see you there.

Crimson Countess

”Shit.” I grumbled as I look at the letter. Countess and I were never really close, so her asking to talk to me is beyond weird. But curiosity did peak my interest so I decided that I’ll go and see what she wants.

@winchestergirl1720 @deans-spinster-witch @mimaria420 @wirdbeimaufhebengebunden @kitsun369 @jesllianaquilesrolonsworld @deangirl96

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biblio-smia · 1 year

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Ethan finding the reader after she'd been hurt by ghostface but she panics and tries to hit and run away from him in fear of thinking he's the killer and then he grabs her face, making her look at him and he stares deeply in her eyes and says: "i would never hurt you. I would never hurt you." suspiciously not debunking the ghostface allegations but just telling her he wouldn't? 🥺♥︎

spoilers for scream 6!

read part 2 here!

more than a feeling [ethan landry x reader]

Dim lights and a bright TV illuminating your face as it played your favorite horror movie, snacks popped into your mouth every once in a while. Your heart beat faster and the movie tensed just like you did, and then — a creak. Not from the movie.

You paused the movie quickly. Perhaps your paranoia was heightened from the scenes you had just watched but the sound was too close for comfort, a careful ear listening for any other sounds that could follow.

None did. You relaxed, picking up the remote to resume. Then you heard it — another creak, much clearer this time.

You shot up from your place, snacks spilling over. Your TV shut off as did your lights, flooding you in darkness. There was a tension in the air and a movement and there he was — the masked figure in the black robe, knife glinting in the moonlight that leaked in.

There was a horrible scream and you ran, into your apartment's tiny bedroom. You heard the footsteps thundering behind you, following you, slamming into the door just as you'd shut it. You reached for the handle and realized you'd never gotten around to fixing the goddamn lock.

You pressed your body weight against the door and the air went silent. Footsteps sounded and fists pounded at the door. The doorknob twisted and the door became a power struggle you couldn't win. You screamed as the door behind you was forced open, real-life horror paralyzing your body. You were helpless against your attacker.

Ethan entered the bathroom and you screamed again, your instincts pushing him away from you and picking up a lamp to defend yourself. Your chest was heaving with heavy breaths, tears welling in your eyes at the fear you felt seeing Ethan.

"Hey, hey, it's me," Ethan pleaded, taking a few steps closer.

You backed up, adrenaline pumping as you realized you were right against the wall. The fear in your eyes didn't let up yet despite your trembling, you didn't waver. You shut your eyes and turned away. If you were going to die, you did not want to see Ethan be the one to do it.

"Hey..." Ethan whispered softly, forcefully lowering your arms. "Look at me."

"Don't touch me," you gritted out tearfully, squeezing your eyes even harder.

You felt Ethan's face on your hand and your eyes opened at the shock, your vision blurry with tears as it was forcefully focused on Ethan's face. His eyes gleamed with sadness and determination, too.

"I would never hurt you," Ethan's lips quivered but his voice did not. "I would never hurt you." His stare into your eyes was unrelenting, brown eyes filled with sincerity.

A part of you screamed at you to run. But another part, the part that believed in Ethan more than it believed in you, screamed back louder.

You dropped your makeshift weapon and fell into Ethan's arms with a sob. Your shoulders shook as you dampened Ethan's shirt, his strong arms the only thing keeping you upright. You leaned on him to hold you up and tell you everything was going to be okay, even if it was a lie.

"I was so scared," you sputtered out once you were able to speak; the sudden realization that you did not want to die mixing with the realization that you very well could've.

"I know," Ethan replied, all too well. He placed kisses on your shoulder as you cried, large hands rubbing your back. "I'm sorry. I'll keep you safe," Ethan promised, only because he knew he could keep it.

You shuddered as the tears came to a stop. The fight had left you long ago but the adrenaline was only now starting to fade, leaving you feeling useless and tired.

You no longer wanted to think about the suspicious timing of Ethan's arrival. You refused to believe Ethan's shoes were the same ones the masked killer was wearing. It was dark and you were tired. And when you looked into Ethan's eyes, you could see nothing but love for you flowing out of them. He said he would not hurt you, yet you believed he could not hurt anyone.

You pulled Ethan's face down to press a kiss to his lips. You were not strong. You could not refuse him even if you didn't have faith in him.

"Please don't leave me," you begged, voice cracking once more.

"I won't," Ethan shook his head, hands tightly grasping your hips. "I promise."

He wondered if your request would stay the same once you knew what he had done. He had confidently believed your love for him would not waver if you knew, that it was as strong as his. He was realizing now that he could only pick one or the other, not both.

The answer was clear. You were not going to find out.

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l0ves1ckf0ol · 1 year

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hear me out! nevermore has a musical they produce for the spring. they they so happen to do Chicago, the reader is velma kelly and xavier falls in love with the reader while he is helping with set for the show.

CAUGHT IN THE ACT | xavier thorpe

"you're breaking character, xavier. "

also a bit of a disclaimer i only heard abt the summary and i have no time to watch the whole musical but imma just go with my common knowledge i have for this. SO MOSTLY ITSBJUST THEM AND LESS CHICAGO IM SORRY SHSGS

"damn! only got ensemble, what about you y/n?" enid groans, you smirk at her "i got velma kelly." you say a toothy grin growin on your face. wednesday frowned at the conversation, "remind me again, why are you doing this?" she sighs out to you, almost looking disappointed. "i may be the child of the poltergeist and yes i love to hide but y'know i have to try out stuff once in a while." you reply to her, "also it's because of principal weems. she said that i had to do this or else i won't be sleeping in my own dorm, i set one on fire by accident." you add as enid laughed, "you never try out these things, y/n. why the change of heart? also you could've spent beekeeping with me and ottinger rather than be in that horrific display of singing." wednesday wonders curiously, did she see right through you? "just trying things out, wednesday." you breathed out to her, trying to play it cool looking ahead of her to a specific long haired boy who was busy on his sketchbook.

you've never heard of a theatre within the school, but it certainly exists. it's just that it needs cleaning up. you were there for rehearsals, since it was a saturday morning everyone was either in jericho or lazing away in their dorms. principal weems was unsure if you were going to stay put in the school grounds but you stayed behind, truthfully. you suddenly begin to despise being the lead for this musical, the pressure was getting to you and you start to worry if you're going to screw up.

"okay, let's go again, lights-" you announce as you start pacing the stage, "camera- paint?" you notice xavier coming up to the stage with a small bucket of what looked like maroon paint. "sorry for interrupting, please continue." he says politely, walking over to the lousy background of the stage, it had a sickening yellow color to it with loads of crusty paint slipping off the cement. "wouldn't you be at jericho by now?" you ask him as he dipped his wide brush in the paint and started painting from below to above.

"nope, weems asked me this morning to make a good background for the musical, it needs to be barely noticeable because they're using cardboard cutouts as scenes. she said black but for interrupting my coffee hours, i'll go with maroon instead." xavier answered, "could've gone with neon instead to infuriate her more, no?" you offer, wiggling your eyebrows. xavier laughed, "then i'll feel bad." he replies. "you have a soft heart for someone who looks like they ate a piece of lemon." you mentioned to him, he looks at you for the first time he walks in the room with a downturned smile, if that made sense.

"well- don't tell anyone about that. that right there is my biggest secret." he jokes, shaking his head left to right with a scoff. "alright, it'll be our official secret."

- xavier's pov (?) -

xavier never thought of you, or even acknowledged you that much but for some reason, after that conversation at the theatre you were basically unforgettable. he said hi to you in the hallways, everything seemed so monochrome but when you walked in the same room as him? instant color. so whenever he was free, he would do at least something to see you. this had been going on for a good 2 weeks

a week before the final rehearsal, he brought wax because weems tasked him to wax the stage. as he was nearing the door your voice rang clearer and clearer. your beautiful voice. xavier sighs to himself, he was at a loss by now, he tried his best to sneak inside unnoticed but the poltergeist could spot a shadow moving a mile away. so you instantly stopped.

"xavier?"

"oh hey sorry, i came in here to uh... wax the stage." xavier mumbled timidly, finally getting up to his normal height. you frowned, "thought this school was rich enough for maintenance people." you told him, he was trying to find the answers, for a moment he thought you were about to catch him in the act. "or was this only an act of service to suck up to the principal?" he could almost sigh from relief, "um yeah, been failing ms. thornhill's class lately so." xavier lied, he was doing excellently in that subject. a firm "hm." said it all, you probably knew, you just didn't want to spoil the fun. while y/n was singing her lungs off, xavier was sure it had something to do with jazz, he wasn't familiar with the musical. he was pre occupied scrubbing the floors with wax, luckily he wasn't wearing his school uniform since it was after class hours, otherwise those sweet blue slacks were toast. you didn't leave until he finished, you had other plans, xavier was onto you. if you figured him out, xavier was dead to himself and his dignity, i mean he wasn't ashamed with liking you. you were amazing, he just wanted to be sure that he liked you. lies.

"you finished. now, walk me to my dorm will you?" you ask him as you picked up your things from one of the leather seats and went outside as he followed. xavier left the wax at the stage, he remembered to return it tomorrow. as you walked the only sounds both of you could hear were your steps against the cobblestone floor, this only happend for 3 minutes. "so uh-"

"do you like me, xavier?" xavier wanted the ground to swallow him up right now. he stops in his footsteps and you turned from your heel, with a raised eyebrow. testing him. for a moment xavier almost breaks but he endured "do i like you is the question, what do you think?" he said, now you were testing each other. "i think you have had a little crush on me, ever since you painted the maroon background at the theatre. i know the maintenance people here, and i know that weems would never leave out an assignment for them, especially since it's this heck of a theatre that has not been used for a decade." you point out to him, with a devious smirk on your face.

xavier tugged at his jacket and approached one step forward toward you, "we both know you're a lazy poltergeist, l/n. why do you have extra rehearsals every after rehearsal- alone in the theatre?" you scoffed at his accusation, placing a hand on his chest, leaning in slightly, this made xavier's stomach do a flip and made his knees weak. "since we both are onto each other, you and i know the answer." you whispered as you lean back with a teasing side smile, xavier sighs out through his nose, his cheeks could match the theatre background, a sign that he gave up. his slim hands went up to your cheeks, his thumb caressing it. his lips were practically brushing against yours now,

"may i kiss you?"

"you're breaking character, xavier." you smiled, pressing your lips on to his, giving him an answer.

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sonderessence · 9 months

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IFHY ... aki x fem black reader

warnings / contains: smoking, angst, reader/y/n uses she / her pronouns

synopsis: aki fucking hates how you make him feel.

✞ NOW PLAYING: IFHY, tyler the creator (ft. pharrell williams)

aki hated you.

he hated the way you made him feel, he hated the way he couldn't even look you in the eye when speaking to you.

he hated the way you looked at him with such admiration, he hated the way he couldn't think when he was around you, the way his heart fluttered at the slightest touch from you.

he hated the way your thighs were like drugs to him — all he could think about was his head in between your pretty thighs, his name rolling perfectly off your tongue as you grabbed onto his matte black hair, you chanting his name like a he's a god.

he hated the way you lighted up a room when you walked in it, smiling at every person who smiled back at you.

he hated the way you were so sweet and kind to power and denji, how they would tease him for his little " crush " on you behind your back.

he hated the way he thought of you, seeing you beautiful curves in that dress, that damn dress that he loved the most.

he hated how his mind was clouded with you — your smile, your curls, you body, you.

and there he was, blankly staring at you as you danced the night away on the club dance floor, no clue that aki was watching you.

you swayed you hips to the beat of the music, just you in your own world. god, he wanted to fuck you so bad, the thought of you whining beneath him as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear — and he was fucking hard again.

he hated the fact that he was too much of a pussy to tell you how he felt, only watching from afar with pain. all he wanted was you, and you were right there, right there for him.

you body swayed to the rythm of the music, alchol in your system and a wide grin on your face as you noticed aki staring in the distance.

he looked tired, he looked....off.

you ran up to him gleaming with joy. "akiii!" you called out "hey! didn't see you there!"

aki looked startled when he broke out of his trance, now noticing that you were right there in front of him. you looked even more beautiful up close.

aki muttered up a small 'hey' and smiled, despite how much his heart hurt.

"soooo," you dragged you the word as you sat on one of the stools. "what are you doing here? you coulda called 'n told me you were here!" you giggled.

"i didn't see you here." aki lied simply, he didn't know what to say to you at the moment, he was to drunk to comprehend why he was even here to begin with.

he pinched the bridge of his nose, his head spinning as he tried to focus on something else that wasn't you. you were like a drug to him — what he didn't need right now.

aki was known as the "uptight grumpy guy" according to power, and wasn't the first person you'd think would be obsessed with an outgoing young woman like yourself.

he grabbed a cigar from his back pocket, same brand he always got. one thing you remembered while working with him.

"y'know," you turned to him, pursing your lips together "you're gonna end up in the hospital 'cause of those."

"hm." was aki's response as he lit the deathly drug between his lips and took a long drag.

"are you okay, aki?" you asked softly, clearly worried. the music playing in the bar had died down, so he could hear you clearer than before.

"yes." aki answered, even thought he wanted to say no and pour his whole heart out to you.

"you don't look like it-"

"why do you care?"

"why do i care?" you scoffed "i'm worried aki, you look like you haven't slept in days." your voice was stern, and he could tell he disappointed you — and he hated that he did.

his hands shook and his leg bounced up and down, occasionally hitting the bottom of the counter. "m'sorry." he mumbled, his words slurred as he looked at the counter "things have been...pretty tough these past couple of weeks"

you sighed, resting your hand on his, which made him flinch. "why didn't you tell me? i could've helped..."

his heart ached. he wanted to tell you how he felt — but something stopped him. why? why couldn't he speak? why couldn't he tell you the truth to end this dark path he'd gone through?

"'m gonna go home." aki stood up, stumbling out the door. "w-wait!" you called out, following after him. "aki!"

you frowned, walking with him to his car. "you can't drive in this condition! you're piss drunk!"

"at least let me drive you..." you sighed, reaching a hand out towards his shaky ones. you could tell he was panicky, something you never saw in him.

"'cmon..." you didn't wait for him to answer, grabbing his hand and walking him to his car. you jumped in the drivers seat, grabbing aki's car keys and starting it when he got in.

the drive to aki's place was dead silent. he tried to calm himself down, drowning out the sounds blaring in his ears. he could feel you stare at him every chance you got, every red light you would glance at him with worry in your eyes. he didn't want you to worry.

"all right," you sighed, parking the car on his driveway and getting out. you walked over to drunk aki and offered a hand towards him, he was hesitant at first, but grabbed your hand and got out of the car.

aki's place hasn't changed, you weren't there often but whenever you would visit it always looked the same.

"you should go..." aki said sternly, not daring to look you in the eyes.

"i'm not doing that." you answered in the same tone. he sighed, knowing how you were, you wouldn't dare leave him in this condition.

he chuckled softly at your stubbornness, same as always.

aki didn't know what to say, and neither did you. you two just stood there in the middle of his living room.

you frowned, walking up to your "friend" and looking into his tired indigo eyes. "you can tell me what's wrong, aki." could he? why did he make this more complicated than it needed to be?

he took a shaky breath, looking back at you. he wanted to kiss you, so so bad. he loved you, but he didn't know if you felt the same way.

"im just tired..." he sighed.

"then sleep." you smiled softly, aki quietly chuckling at your smart remark.

"your right..." he looked deep into you eyes. "do you want to...stay...?"

you smiled softly "sure"

a/n: don't know how to end this 💪🏾

©bachirasegoist, 2023 — do not steal or copy works

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crowleys-bentley-and-plants · 3 months

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Not Enough - a Crowley pov poem

i've been going insane because of this fanart so here's a poem inspired by it :)

A saint and a sinner walking together down the street

It’s almost as absurd as it sounds, yet it’s prone to repeat

Not quite on opposite sides anymore, are we?

Yet the tiniest touches make you flee from me

You said I'm going too fast for you

But I'm going as slow as you want me to

Can’t you see that I can't go slower?

Can’t you see that you don’t owe Her

your life?

And yet everything I do is not enough to make you see

How unquestionably, ineffably you belong with me

Don’t leave me here, don’t go breaking my heart

I love you so, do not tear us apart

I guess you were right, nothing lasts forever

And it is now clearer than ever

You never wanted me

You just wanted the thing I could never be

thank you for reading!! reblogs and comments are very appreciated💙

little disclaimer: i do not for one second believe that this was the reason that Aziraphale wanted Crowley to come with him. at all. however, i believe it is possible that Crowley could've thought this is what Aziraphale meant. in any way, happy to provide the angst :)

read also on ao3 (formatting is better lol):

hello lovely people i know this isnt a blackout poem but i hope that's okay :)) @bearthewhipsandscornsoftime @seven-stars-in-his-palm @foolishlovers @sabotage-on-mercury @notagoodlad @ficreader500 @ghostsparrow @fearandhatred @ineffabildaddy @di-42 @goodoldfashionednightingale @eybefioro @crowleys-curl @crowleybrekkers @lickthecowhappy @spookyllamatree @wanderer-main

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imnotasuperhero · 11 months

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Show me a garden (that's bursting into life)

Natasha Romanoff x Reder

A/N: IT'S HERE! A day late, but hey! I made it before I dehydrated myself from crying, lol. I hope you like this one and are hooked on a possible continuation? I know I could've added more but I honestly don't know if I could resist any more feelings right now. I did not proofread since I'm running late for work, so all mistakes are mine.

CW: Heart transplant.

"Welcome back," Molly greeted as she checked her vitals.

Natasha couldn't help smiling as her vision became clearer and she realized what was happening.

The surgery has been a success, allowing her another chance at life.

Freeing the tear that had filled her eye, she smiled gratefully to whoever was kind enough to gift her with their life and silently vowed to cherish this new opportunity and live it as best she could.

"May I know their name?" Natasha asked hoarsely.

Fidgeting under the nurse's scrutiny, she hoped to be granted the knowledge to properly thank them.

"This goes against the rules. But just because it's you, I'll tell you." The blonde smiled softly. "Her name was Wanda,"

Closing her eyes, Natasha couldn't help the warm feeling overtaking her whole body. "Thank you, Wanda." She whispered heartfully with all she had in her for those words to reach her savior wherever she was, if that was even possible.

But as any hospital did, these four walls held different stories. And while Natasha was basking in this new chapter in her life, someone else was mourning their lover.

The pain taking over you was nothing like you'd ever felt before.

They say losing a loved one can be the hardest thing to go through, but with time that empty hole will heal.

But how is one supposed to go on when the person who held your heart took it away with hers way too soon? How is someone supposed to keep on living when you've been robbed of your other half?

The falls your eyes were had you sniffing every now and then as your soul rolled out of you with every tear you shed. Your hand hadn't stopped shaking since you signed those damned agreements. Because despite honoring Wanda's decision, knowing she'd be ripped from her organs meant she was gone. Having agreed with her meant that you'd never see those beautiful green eyes and you'd never hear that thick accent ever again.

Having honored her wishes only meant you'd been left alone to pick up the pieces of your shattered heart.

Chuckling sourly, you sat down in the waiting area outside the ICU, where your hospital tour would finish any moment now. And soon enough, a nurse came out through the sliding doors.

"Excuse me," you timidly walked towards the blonde lady. "I just wanted to know if the receiver of Wanda Maximoff's heart was okay," you did your best to keep your voice steady, gasping when the nurse's hand squeezed your shoulder.

"She is in observation, but everything seems to be going perfectly," she smiled warmly. "I know what it feels like, so I thank you for your gesture. Would you like to meet her?"

"No," you voiced weakly. "Thank you, though."

With the confirmation that the heart you once loved kept on living in someone else, you walked the cold tiles of Memorial Hospital, hoping you would never have to come back.

But what once seemed like a faraway possibility had become a reality in just a matter of just a few months.

And if anyone dared to ask how you could love so soon after Wanda, you'd tell them the truth.

Something in Natasha had captured your attention ever since the first time you saw her almost tripping over Puck, like a magnetic field that kept bringing you both together over and over until you decided to feed your curiosity and asked her for a date.

To say the rest was history was an understatement.

And while sometimes you missed Wanda, time and Natasha's love had started to heal your broken heart.

Maybe it was the way she stared at you like you were the only person in the world, or maybe it was the way her eyes wrinkled when she laughed heartily. Or perhaps it was the way she lived so freely like every second mattered.

"You're staring."

"Sue me," you clicked your tongue, earning a laugh.

"We have to get ready," she leaned down and you met her lips in the middle, taking advantage of her position to roll both of you over.

Muffling her gasp with a kiss, you parted away to look at her.

"Or we can just stay in." You wiggled your eyebrows playfully.

"How about no." She pecked your lips before pushing you away.

But before she could stand up, you grabbed her hand, intertwining your fingers together as your left hand caressed her cheek, brushing away a rebellious strand of blonde hair that had faded away to give way to her natural red color. "I love you," you vowed, receiving a soft kiss on your cheek in return, leaving you with a bitter feeling. But you didn't have it in you to dig in.

"C'mon, baby. They're waiting for us." Natasha kissed your forehead sweetly before walking to the closet.

Your worries from earlier that night dissipated as the night progressed, and the music combined with the alcohol only served to blur your thoughts.

Truth be told, it's been a while since you had the chance to go out with your friends since work occupied most of your time lately. So when the invitation arose, you were the first one to agree. Even more so when a certain redhead moved against you in a way that wasn't appropriate for young audiences.

Having your hands found their place at every side of Natasha's hips, you flushed her as close as you could, with your hips moving in sync with the sexy beat of the song.

"You're a sight for sore eyes," you murmured in the shell of her ear, feeling her body trembling even the slightest.

"What you gonna do about it?" Hearing the mischief in her tone was enough to get you into action.

Turning her in your arms, you crashed your lips against hers, blocking any word that would come, with a mission set in mind.

"We should go somewhere more private," her deep moan, as your thigh found her cunt, had you shivering from head to toe in the most pleasant way.

"Your place or mine?" You bit her lower lip before sucking on it.

"You choose." Natasha started walking you backward to the exit, ignoring the catcalls and "oohs" of your friends and who were you to deny her?

Unable to stop kissing Natasha, you clumsily stumbled through your front door, thankful that the Uber had a divisory window to keep your business between you and Natasha only.

But it wasn't until your fingers grazed the skin under her burgundy dress that you realized what you were doing.

Breaking from the heated kiss, you took Natasha's hands from your naked breast, linking your fingers together.

"If we continue I won't be able to stop," you leaned your forehead against hers. But instead of an apology or some sort of plea, you were met with her plump lips taking over yours and you had to fight extra hard to part away.

"I'm serious, Nat."

"I'm ready," she breathed and you searched into her forest green eyes for some trace of a lie, but what you found had your heart squeezing in the most exquisite way. The trust reflecting in those orbs had you closing the distance, kissing her tenderly as if asking for permission at every movement of your tongue exploring her mouth.

Locking your arms around Natasha's neck, you made sure to pour every single drop of love you held for her, making it impossible to fight the chaotic fire spreading through your body. The mix between arousal and gratitude had your fingers running through her creamy thighs, pressing a bit too hard as if intending to mark her.

Breaking the kiss, you smiled shortly as Natasha groaned only to sigh as your lips traced her jaw down to her neck nibbling at the soft skin, just to soothe it with your tongue after.

The needy moans coming from Natasha were a drug you didn't know you needed until now and you surely as fuck didn't want to stop hearing.

But all your determination in making this a night to remember went downward when you heard the lustful way in which your name rolled out of her.

With quick hands, you unfastened the zip on her back, dragging the tight-fitting dress down as your fingers caressed every single inch of soft skin they could reach within their path.

But contrary to your intentions, just as your lips grazed over the big, angry pinkish scar you just discovered, Natasha's moans turned into cries as her whole body spasmed.

"Baby," you shushed as your arms wrapped tightly around her shaking form, walking carefully the short distance to her side of the bed where you lay her down before quickly joining her, bringing her half on top of you, placing her ear atop your chest like she always liked to do when she was feeling down.

"No." Natasha sat back up with her back towards you, stabbing your heart.

"Would you at least tell me what's going on?"

You knew it wasn't the right time to question her. But you've been receiving different signals a few days till now and you were tired of her push-and-pull.

At her lack of answer and her body spams not subsiding, you stood up and rounded your bed, kneeling in front of her.

"Nat," you begged as you took her hands in yours, smiling briefly when she didn't take them back.

"The heart." She spoke after a few moments too long.

"What heart?" You mused softly, not understanding what she meant other than she's had heart surgery as you just had discovered.

"The heart I received. It's Wanda's."

Those two words had your soul frozen, making it impossible to breathe.

The well-known pain you've experiencied a year ago had your body giving up, plopping on the floor with your head tilting to the side as you stared at Natasha trying either to get a confirmation or an…

"Is this why you pursued me? Because you felt obligated?" You spit venomously.

"I-"

"No." You stood up and tumbled towards the door. "I can't hear it." You walked out, leaving her behind.

All in you wanted to scream and burn and just… "Wanda," you cried softly, feeling your tears filling your eyes and your chest starting to close.

Was all this a lie? Had you been a charity case all these months?

Had you been played by the person who saved you from drowning in sadness?

The hole in your heart opened again, consuming all the happy memories you've had with Natasha as you wandered lost through the maze that was your emotions' realm.

The rattling thunder shaking the earth had you jumping back into reality, where you managed to finally deliver oxygen to your tired lungs, allowing every cell in your body to work a little easier.

Walking to the big window in your living room, you allowed your tears to reflect the raindrops as you formed more questions than answers.

But before you could dwell too much into them, Natasha's presence had you facing her. Your gaze settled on the duffel bag in her hand.

"You're not going anywhere. It's storming badly outside," you indicated.

All Natasha could do was nod curtly as she settled her bag on the floor before sitting on the couch, flinching when you did the same a few centimeters away.

The uncomfortable silence filled with unspoken questions and the hurt and judgment she could feel emanating from you had her skin itching in ways she's never experienced before.

Her vocal cords craved to speak her truth. She was dying to reassure you and to make you understand. But the cold demeanor you sported had her silently crying, regretting all her decisions.

"Why you lied to me?" You broke the silence, your words cutting through her soul.

"I didn't-"

"Hiding something is the same thing as lying." You refuted.

Swallowing hard, Natasha spoke honestly. "I didn't want you to think less of me."

"You do realize I'm thinking less of you now after I found out you hold my late girlfriend's heart. Right?" You turned your head and Natasha couldn't help choking at the cold she saw in your eyes. Those same eyes that used to look at her with a warmth that melted her even on the coldest day. "How could you keep something like that for so long?"

Unable to look back at you, Natasha inhaled sharply trying to gather the courage to tell you the truth.

She knew that if she wanted you to forgive her, she must come clean.

"When I found out her name, I wanted to find you to thank you. To show my gratitude to you and somehow to her, too." Natasha sniffled softly. "But when I saw you, something in me lighted up with curiosity. Something about you called me to connect with you," Natasha dared to look at you and her heart shattered in million pieces all over again at the tears running down your face, and even if her fingers itched to brush them away, she kept her hands on her lap. She had no right to comfort you after breaking you.

"I truly wanted to tell you, but I don't know why I decided to omit my intentions and just play it as a casualty. And I know I was wrong," she hurried to say. "But when I noticed your pretty smile appeared because of me, I wanted you to see me as… Me. Not as Wanda's new vessel."

Pausing to gather her thoughts, Natasha turned her body to face you and test her luck, smiling small when you didn't take back your hands from her grasp.

"All I did was because I felt it, not because I pitied you nor anything of that. Y/N, you gotta believe me. My love for you was never a joke." She spoke securely, yet fearful.

"I never ever felt obliged to be with you. Much less to win you. I promise, cross my heart, that I fell for you hard. And I wanted you to feel for me, not for Wanda nor because you thought you owed your life to her beating heart."

Of all the reactions she could imagine, this was never an option.

Closing the distance, your arms locked around her torso as you placed your head on her chest, your ear aligned perfectly atop her heart, and Natasha didn't know if the broken cry she released was because of happiness or sorrow.

"You think we can work this out?" Your broken voice had Natasha's hold on you tightening in relief.

"We will," she spoke strongly. "I believe in us." Natasha released a calming breath as the new possibility of you overcoming this together opened in front of her.

It might take time for you both to be back to where you were before tonight's revelations. But with work, patience, and love, your story with Natasha was far from being over.

Taglist: @summergeezburr @red1culous @wandabear @owloftheshadows

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha x you #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff angst #my writing

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On the topic of Selen, Elira, Vox and Ike

First I wanted to say I had little to no idea what was happening until today. All I knew before was that Selen would no longer be streaming. I don't know if the right word is terminated but as far as I could tell she had broken guidelines and would no longer be streaming.

I spent the last hour or so educating myself and I want to say as much as I don't support what Selen did she is still a person. I wish her a safe recovery and hope she can get any help she needs.

I also wanna say that I hope the other livers are doing well and getting any help they need too.

I watched the vod so I didn't see chat but apparently people were bashing Elira, Vox and Ike. I can safely say I support Vox and Ike and think they are incredibly brave for speaking out with Elira.

I haven't watched much of Elira but I hope she and the people around her are safe. I can't imagine how scary that must've been for her.

I'm glad ANYCOLOR got the chance to apologize as well and although I feel their wording could've been different they did say they'd change for the better.

I absolutely DO NOT wish Selen any hate and I think it's really sad she felt she was being attacked. I don't support some of the things she did but that doesn't mean I don't hope she's okay. I'm glad to see her streaming and her fans are still with her. One think I saw only one person talk about was how Doki said to not harass the other livers. You are not on anyone's side if you can't listen to the person who you're trying to support.

Here's her tweet https://twitter.com/dokibird/status/1755826199119692184

She also mentions on her twitter that she shouldn't have any legal documents released publicly and for everyone's safety I hope it can stay that way

As for Vox, he made it very clear he was Selen's friend and did really care about her. I wish him well and hope he gets any help and support he needs.

Ike truly didn't say much but the fact he was there at all spoke volumes. I hope he's doing well and I'm truly so sorry for any hate he's gotten over this.

I personally have watched Ike and Vox during a lot of rough patches the last couple years. I can't imagine how both them and all the other Nijisanji groups are doing.

As for writing about anybody from Nijisanji, that'll be out of the picture until things are resolved or have a clearer picture. I'll put links to the videos below

Selens termination: https://twitter.com/NIJISANJI_World/status/1754459182412222481?s=19

Elira, Vox and Ike's stream: https://twitter.com/EliraPendora/status/1757201436016824482

Staff apology: https://twitter.com/NIJISANJI_World/status/1757262089968845284

#nijisanji #vox akuma #ike eveland #elira pendora #selen tatsuki

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izunias-meme-hole · 3 months

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Since you’ve been doing a fair amount of Batman posting, mind if you list your favorite members of the Gotham Rouges?

Okay. I’ll list about 10 of my faves, though we’ll be counting backwards here.

Also I'll be listing the variations of my faves whom I like the most to make things clearer.

Number 10. Poison Ivy (B:TAS) - If we're talking about character alone, this is the blueprint for literally every present day version of Poison Ivy, however this specific incarnation of the character has aged pretty well. She's every bit the dangerous eco-warrior that she makes herself out to be and will gladly turn someone into a tree for bulldozing a forest, but there is still a level of humanity to her character much like half the villains in the show.

Number 9. Mr. Freeze (B:TAS & Batman Beyond) - I feel like this is a "to the surprise of absolutely nobody" moment, but come on! Mr. Freeze here not only was made into a more tragic character compared to his early comic counterpart, but he actually had a whole arc across the entirety of B:TAS which ended at Batman Beyond. Victor Fries was a scientist trying to save his wife, Nora, from a rare disease, so he put her into a cryopod to preserve her until he found a cure. Then he and Nora were almost killed, but Nora was still kept on ice, while Victor got turned into a literal cold hearted monster. Even after Nora was finally cured, Victor was forever unable to be with her due to his own condition worsening to the point where he was just a head in a jar, angry with the world. A couple of decades later, and he is given a new body by the Wayne Powers CEO, Derek Powers, and while things were finally going well at first and Victor was reforming as soon as he had the chance, things went horribly wrong again, resulting in Victor dying as Mr. Freeze. I may have missed some details here, but yeah that's a summary of this sad ice man.

Number 8. Dr. Crane/Scarecrow (Nolan Trilogy) - Crane wasn't a big villain in the grand scheme of the trilogy, but my god Cillian Murphy does a great job with the character. Like I wish that his supervillain outfit wasn't just a bag over his face, but Scarecrow manages to be quite the dangerous loon with a mask of sanity in Batman Begins, an active member of the underworld in The Dark Knight, and the guy actively sending folks to their deaths in The Dark Knight Rises. Could we have had more of him? Yes. Did he use up his screen time well? Absolutely. Though his fear toxin could've been infinitely wilder.

Number 7. The Phantasm (B:TAS but movie) - The Phantasm is the literal best darker counterpart to Batman a lot of levels.

Number 6. Harley Quinn (B:TAS yet again) - The minor side villainess turned breakout character of the show. If anyone has seen B:TAS and then seen the rest of the media she's in, then you know why this is the best version of her. A good amount of things about the character being based around her actress (R.I.P Arleen Sorkin), her interactions with half the cast, Peak HarIvy content, the best representation of how bad her situation with her abusive ex was, and the perfect mixture between being a not-so-great-person and a precious lil' thing who deserves better.

Number 5. Harvey Dent, Two-Face, & The Judge (B:TAS) - The first well developed Two-Face, and the definitive. I mean he was never a bad villain, but the character was never utilized to the fullest like he was in B:TAS. Harvey Dent was a good guy with an other half that was the literal manifestation of his bottled up anger, an anger that turned into something else entirely after the left side of his face got blown off. Now Harvey and his other half start their own crusade to eradicate organized crime by taking it over from within. In other words, Two-Face here wanted to originally wanted to achieve something good through something bad, and yes a lot of it is due to a fair coin flip. However Harvey began to disagree with some of the shit his other half was getting up to, and as a result developed a third personality that was so separate from both himself and Two-Face that it tried killing both of them and, by extension, himself. This third entity would end up being The Judge, a ruthless, wraith-like vigilante with a judge's attire. So after being detained in Arkham for good, all three Harvey's are literally stuck with each other, and in a spin-off comic set directly after that whole situation with The Judge, Two-Face was given another double headed coin that would constantly come up on the "good side," and spent a lot of time dismantling his criminal enterprise, before doing (another) suicide attempt. This take on Two-Face was something else.

Number 4. Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham) - If I were to list everything that this smug snake has done, along with some of the shit that happened to him, we'd be here all day. However, this is the most well characterized iteration of The Penguin that we've ever had, in my humble opinion.

Number 3. Catwoman (Batman Returns) - I'm dying on this hill gentlemen. Despite not being... anything like her comic counterpart, outside of name, confidence, etc, Michelle Pfeiffer's Selina is something great in her own right.

Number 2. The Riddler (The Batman 2022) - Turning the Riddler into a a catholic, terrorist, cult leader that looked up to a young and angry Year-Two Batman, while also keeping the core elements of his character the same is something I'll never stop praising. He's still intelligent, he's still creative, he's still on the verge of breakdowns when his ego is badly damaged, etc.

Number 1. The Joker (B:TAS & Batman Beyond) - This is a "to the surprise to absolutely nobody" moment, though in this case I cannot be blamed. B:TAS understood the assignment and provided the definitive iteration of The Joker, completely inspired by his early comic appearances and some elements from Jack Nicholson's take on the character. An ex-mafiosi turned Clown Prince of Crime that lives to only spread misery across Gotham in the most creative way possible with a smile on his face. That was the idea that Paul Dini and Bruce Timm ran with when conceptualizing this bastard, and they just explored the concept for all its worth. Not only that, but this was the first time that Mark Hamill ever voiced this bastard, and it was just perfect casting. Overall, nostalgia got me to re-examine this take on the character, and I can easily say that without a doubt, this is the best Joker.

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mgnifiqueyoo · 9 months

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— "love at first spark."

requested by: anon pairing: zb1 matthew x fem!reader song recommendation: dear no one (tori kelly) lowercase is intended… — a/n: y'aaaaall, i really wanted to start writing a zb1 oneshot but i actually didn't know where to start but thanks to the person who requested this, here's my first ever seok matthew oneshot! i hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it! ^^ (btw, i am also thinking of making a masterlist for all my uploaded projects very soon!)

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“ricky, i’m fine. you don’t have to call me every hour. tell mom and dad that i’m doing just great, okay?”

it was the second week since you moved into your new dorm. flying across the country is not really what you expected at all this year. you already had your plans; just trying out an online entrance exam to a university abroad and then, not expecting anything from it. you could say that it was all “just for fun” until you received an e-mail.

and that letter basically told you that you had to move out.

“look, i don’t trust you on your own and i’m just looking out for you,” your brother said back in defense, probably already making up an excuse for this call to even take place. “... i’m gonna miss you a lot, y/n.”

“me too.” you paused for a bit as you remembered how fun it was to be back home. with each day that passes, things are changing and you just couldn’t believe that this was the actual start of something new. out of the country and pursuing something so difficult– law. “... m’kay, i’ll text you later after i review. love you, ricky.”

“... love you, too.”

ending the call yourself, you chuckled at the way he sounded so hesitant to say those words back. ricky would refuse to admit it but there was always that soft side in him that comes out every time something completely life-changing takes place; the type of thing that doesn't really have a clear answer in the end.

to him, this was one of those things.

by the time you got back to your plans, you were already so eager to start cleaning out your desk to spend the rest of your hours with your nose stuck in a book– and, oh, suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"huh?" you stood up straight after bending down the table, your palms still looking for that bright, vibrant blueish aqua highlighter you'd always use for notes. "... just a second!"

nonetheless, you made your way to the door even though you had no idea who else could've been behind it. and once you opened it, you were met with a guy who held a mysterious box; he had dirty blond hair and a nice set of teeth that seemed to have been covered once he saw you.

but why?

"sorry, who are you?" "here's your order… ma'am?"

he didn't even sound sure when he said that last word as you took the box in your own hands, your brows furrowed. god, you were just so confused. you didn't even buy anything!

"... there's no way you're jonathan whales, right?"

that's when things got clearer for you as the tensed muscles on your face slowly loosened up… but at what cost? this guy in front of you obviously just got ditched by some horrible customer.

"well," your smile widens but it only made him feel a lot more unsettled, especially with those dead eyes of yours staring back at him, "i'm not a johnathan apparently."

the boy in front of you bit his bottom lip, frowning as he squinted his eyes in anxiousness and a whole lot of uncertainty. he scratches the back of his neck, confused yet curious eyes looking around your dorm room from the outside as he later lets out a defeated sigh.

"... have i been scammed?"

your shoulders slowly rose up as a grimace was plastered on your face, your head nodding hesitantly in response. the blond had every right to roll his eyes, letting out a deep breath as you quickly assumed that he didn't like the way you reacted.

but in your defense, you were just starting your weekend with a supposed two-hour long review session. you didn't expect an unpaid package and a scammed seller to come by your doorstep!

"hold on… let me check my account." he raised his pointer finger up for a bit, pulling out the phone from his hoodie's pocket. not once did he smile at the view of whatever it was on his screen. "... oh, no."

"not a good news, isn't it?" "yeah… i just got robbed."

you widen your eyes, baffled at this ridiculous situation happening right in front of you. ‘i can’t just leave him here, can’t i?’ you thought to yourself, also letting out the same deep breath he did. — well, all those things you wanted to do? they’re gonna be done tomorrow because you feel the need to help this guy.

looking down at the package you held, you noticed how neatly it was prepared and you knew that this guy wanted to impress his customer. “... what’s your name?”

“matthew... matthew seok.” he then stared at the bulletin board behind your desk, raising both of his eyebrows in what seemed like fascination. “and i think we go to the same university, miss l/n? i’m really sorry- i need to take this back.”

as he reached for the package, you frowned, pulling it away from him. for some unknown reason, you didn’t want to return to him.

“no,” you argued shortly, causing him to tilt his head, making him even more confused than before, “i’ll pay for it.”

the blond lets out a chuckle that is obviously having a lot of feelings mixed. you couldn’t help but mentally curse yourself for refusing to return the parcel to him. “you don’t have to do that-”

“this is mine now. i’ll pay for it.” your arm covered the lid of the box in baby blue shades, your brows furrowing further as matthew seemed to not get the memo yet. was it because it’s his first time meeting someone as persistent as this? or was it because he just didn’t know what to do? anyway, you cared less enough to answer those questions.

and instead, paid attention to this weird, sudden desire of this random parcel that you didn’t even purchase. “listen, i know you want to help me but i don’t want you spending your money on this.” matthew’s growing concern didn’t fade away at all as his hands reached for the box once more, resulting in you flinching as you held it in your arms tightly. — this is the weirdest you’ve ever been.

‘why am i so obsessed with this?’ you asked yourself silently in a form of an uncertain gulp and a puzzled, blank stare at the seller, who still stood by your doorstep. “what’s inside of it?”

“... well, you don’t need to know-” “is it drugs?” “what? no!”

but no matter how many times the guy tried to stop you, your hands started tearing the tapes around the box’s lid and body. — this is the most chaotic you’ve ever been. “ma’am, calm down!” he grabbed your wrists to catch your attention and it did… in the most unusual way.

in fact, it was so unusual that your gripping hands let go of the box, letting the package fall on the floor, a loud thud and a few cracks were heard. looking down, you soon realized that it was a record player.

'oh, what a shame,' you thought, deep into your regrets. it was like there was this rope pulling you towards it even though you didn't know what this "johnathan whales" guy bought.

and apparently, it was really pretty, sky blue record player.

“i… i told you i’d pay for it,” you blurted out, unsure of the consequences as matthew kept his head down, taking a few deep breaths. audible and full of shame. you were sure that you just made the situation worse. “i’m sorry.”

as his hands let go of your wrists, you swore that something stinging was left on your skin. no, it wasn’t an insect or the itchy feeling of your sweatshirt. it wasn’t even the wind that entered your room from the windows… it was something else.

and there were sparks of it.

in pink and are all over your arms, glowing before they faded away like nothing; like it was some smoke.

“did you just… see that?” matthew did not wait for a second to let it pass, staring right into your soul with no plans of looking somewhere else. “you saw that, right? am i just hallucinating or-”

“no, i saw it too.” you couldn’t look away from him, founding comfort in the fact that he also saw (and felt) the same thing. not to mention, it didn’t look like it was just a faint glimpse– it was like fireworks in the afternoon skies, especially the ones before the clock strikes five o’clock.

the boy then took a step back, realizing that he still held your arms as the time-stopping ambiance slowly left the room; but it lingered as if hours had gone by. “... what do you think was it?” he rocked himself back and forth in an almost unnoticeable way, little by little. you could see the genuine curiosity in his eyes but you were left with no answer.

i mean, how does someone know the reason behind that? seeing magenta sparks? it’s already so delusional just by listening to those words. “i’m not sure about that… do you want to talk about it?” you had no idea that you opened a new path for him as he kept his head tilted, jaw slightly left hanging as he smiled with his pretty teeth.

“are you kidding? of course! i mean, you’d never see anything like that everyday!” he joked, making you let out a chuckle that was still very much lost in the moment.

finding yourself staring at him, you woke yourself up in the middle of it, standing by the side of the doorframe to let him walk in as he giggled, oddly settled after all that disaster earlier as you began to slowly see the bright side in it, too.

“can you give me a moment to fix this mess?" you asked, which made him nod almost immediately, later walking his way in. you expected him to sit on the solo couch to make himself at least feel at home but he only stood, looking around with his bright eyes.

and again, it made you smile for no reason. “so, you study law, huh? that’s pretty hard, isn’t it?” his eyes were glued to the textbooks that were piled on your desk as you chuckled, shrugging right after.

“well, it’s something that i really wanted to do,” you said back, slightly biting the tip of your tongue as you remembered the mess you’ve made off of his product. “matthew, i’m so sorry for what happened. i’ll pay for it, i promise-”

“hey, i just told you that you don’t have to! we’ll just… i don’t know? tell this to the police? maybe they could do something.” he interrupted you, still pushing his priorities over your suggestion. and even though you didn’t like that, he sure did have a point. none of this was your fault. if only the scammer was a genuine customer, this wouldn’t have taken place.

but something tells you that this was meant to happen. you’re just not sure why.

once you returned to the ruined box with the badly damaged record player, his glare followed every move you made. maybe even syncing with the rhythm of your breathing. “... would you let me help you with that?” he offered as you turned to look back at him, exerting extra effort, considering that you’re crouched to the ground with broken pieces in both of your hands.

“that’d be great.” you laughed as he did so too before continuing to sit down next to you, willing to share the work with you at least.

when silence was starting to take over, the blond paused for a while as he couldn’t help but stare at you and it intrigued him. was it the way you were so determined in helping him? was it because of how odd the situation was? he never had a clue. “i think it’s not just my money that was stolen.”

you faced him in response, raising an eyebrow with eyes shining in interest. “what else was stolen, then?” you let out another laugh once more, noticing the way you felt drawn to him more and more. for a bit, he seemed like he didn’t want to say those next few words but of course, he wouldn’t let such a perfect chance pass.

“... i think you just stole my heart.”

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have you reviewed volcanion? cause to me its such a weird pokemon, like its a mythical with no real lore behind it and just feels tacked on at the end of gen 6

Our very first fire/water type, and it's... pretty underwhelming in all honesty. The concept here is steam; that ring on its back is actually two arms, which can separate and fire steam out at high pressures. It's interesting, but at the same time, I really wish the design itself conveyed the idea of steam in some fashion, as you'd never really guess the theme just looking at it. Definitely gets a few points for weirdness if nothing else.

Beyond that, it's a mixed bag. The biggest issue is that the ring, which is the only real memorable thing about the design, kind of feels tacked on; like, the body is all points and spikes, so this huge round element feels a bit out of place. You could remove it and while you'd have a more generic design, you would have an otherwise unaffected design that would probably look more coherent rather than less.

(The color also doesn't help with this—that cyan looks really out of place when its only used on the ring and nowhere else. Either make the light blue the darker blue or vice versa.)

That said, I do like the body shape itself—the huge pointed back and the shape of the face and legs come together surprisingly well. I'm not a big fan of the diamonds on the chest (they distract from the face too much), but the body sans ring is fairly decent. If it had a clearer direction and more lore behind it, it could've been fairly solid. As is, it's just okay at best.

#pokemon #pokemon reviews #volcanion

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May I please request poly yandere total drama cody and Noah throughout the seasons? Or just a general story when/how they kidnapped their darling and when the darling wakes up?

of course! <3 thanks so much for requesting ! not too proud of this, i really hope you liked it though! i'm so sorry if it isn't exactly what you asked for :(

yandere poly!noco x reader . .

song⤹˚ ; pretty boy by tv girl

cw : un-consensual drug use, kidnapping, gaslighting, manipulation, guilt-tripping, basic yandere behaviour.

cody and noah are kind of different as yanderes, noah gaslights you, and cody guilt-trips you. they do argue like an old married couple about you though, cody thinks you need space, and noah thinks that'd just give you a chance to run off.

cody's paranoid, but noah is much more paranoid than he'd like to admit.

but they love eachother, and their love for you is stronger than any other feeling they've had. you're a need to them.

and they'd do anything to keep you close by them.

୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

geoff had been hosting a reunion party for the contestants, and noah and cody thought this was the perfect chance! you were a sweetheart, of course you were gonna attend. even if you didn't have too.

you looked amazing as usual.

noah and cody were the only few people that you really talked with after the show, so you immediately went to them. you three talked for a bit, well you mainly talked. the two boys looked at you with dreamy stares the entire time along with occasional nods to make it seem like they were listening.

''oh, watch my drink for a sec?'' you handed noah the red solo cup, before turning to lindsay who was waving you over.

it was just too easy, the pill he slipped in wasn't harmful, you were just gonna pass out for a bit, and land directly into their arms..

after lindsay, bless her heart, talked your ear off for a little bit, you walked back to the boys with that smile they've grown too fond of. almost immediately, you took a sip of your now dosed drink.

of course it took a few moments to kick in, you started to see black spots surround your vision after maybe, five minutes? and before you knew it, you dropped. thankfully, cody catching you.

''oh my god, are they okay?'' bridgette spoke worriedly, ''probably just had a bit too much to drink, right, noah?'' cody slightly stumbled over his words, looking at noah for help.

''yeah. don't worry, we'll drive them home.'' noah reassured, putting your limp arm around his shoulder. ''are you two sober enough, though?'' bridgette felt a weird stir in her stomach, something about this wasn't right.

''we're fine.'' cody said with a bit of harshness in his tone.

''..okay.'' she sighed defeatedly.

after what felt like hours, you started to wake up, your vision starting to unblur as you looked around your unfamiliar surroundings, were you dosed? god, who could've done such a thing? were you gonna get murdered?

panicked thoughts ran through your mind as you became more aware.

the more you started to get conscious, the more you realized how much your wrists were hurting.

you blinked a few times trying to see clearer before realizing your wrists were bound by a zip-tie, digging painfully into your skin, it'll probably leave a mark.

''oh, they're finally awake! cody!'' you recognized that montoned voice. it was unusually cheery and you didn't expect to hear that voice at all.

cody had fallen asleep against noah's shoulder waiting for you to wake up, the two were sitting on the floor infront of you.

cody rubbed the sleep away from his eyes before looking at you with a bright smile.

''took you long enough.'' noah smirked, ''noah? cody?'' you were dumbfounded. these were your friends, the two people you trusted with your life.

you grimaced as your head started to pound, ''um, sorry, one of the side effects were headaches..'' cody apologized with a sheepish grin. ''should go away soon, though!'' he said quickly afterwards.

''god, i'm so glad you're here though! my two favorite people in the same room, wow.'' he beamed, hugging you and noah close. you stood completely still in shock, not know how to respond, it was moving so fast. so many things you were questioning in your head, going over habits you looked past with them.

''you should get comfy though, you're probably gonna be here for a bit..'' noah reminded.

''it'll be easy though, three lovebirds finally all together.''

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#yandere total drama #noah total drama x reader #total drama #x reader #yandere noah total drama x reader #yandere cody total drama x reader #cody anderson x reader #noah sterecra x reader #polynoco x reader #zombifiedheartg ( x o x) . z z

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newtonsheffield · 1 year

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The late night au 😭😂 are there other famous bridgerton siblings? If so can we see them on the show relentlessly mocking Anthony and then being like “oh to make this a well rounded discussion let’s bring Kate out here to explain the awkwardness in more detail!!” And Anthony’s just there like “WE’RE IN LOVE NOW ITS ALL OKAY! KATE WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?!”

…kinda want the entire bridgerton fam +edwina +Kate to be special surprise guests someday and Anthony just there like “*smh* we LIVE together now leave me alone”

I think pretty much all of the Bridgerton siblings are famous in their own right and Violet Bridgerton is a pretty well-known novelist. At some point they've all been on Anthony's show. Kate's on there pretty much all the time. She stops by his taping on the way home from her day most days if she can. They let her in the stage door and she hangs out in his dressing room while he gets ready and she ties his tie for him and then she sits in the wings, watches him on the monitor and then they go home together.

And it's sweet. Kate loves their little routine. And she loves going on his show. It's not a secret in the industry that you are not going to get the first interview when Kate Sharma's new project is released. It's been booked for months on Anthony's show. And she loves seeing Anthony grinning at her from behind the desk.

"You already know who she is! She's beautiful, she's insanely talented, she's crazy enough that she's still my girl: Kate Sharmaaaa!"

If you're lucky as a show you get her second or third interview and even years afterwards people still ask her about that first interview with Anthony and she always laughs.

"You know, it's really funny: That was maybe the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to me, and yeah if I'd been clearer about my intentions and Anthony had picked up what I was putting down we could've been together five years earlier but Anthony is... kind of grouchy in the mornings, and he irons his socks which I think is ridiculous but he is confident in himself, and kind and he's absolutely the love of my life. He's so supportive of my career and he's stayed in late night to look after our family while I have my career And I'm just glad I have him now. I'll always be glad for him."

#late night au #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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agereninjas · 9 months

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Bites, Bandaids, and Time-out

CW: Biting, bl00d mention, just general angst (but there is comfort too!!)

Also, at the end, there is a moment between Kai and Cole which can be read as either romantic or platonic! ♥

The first thing Kai heard when he stepped in was arguing, specifically, Lloyd and Jay arguing.

"You messed up on the mission! You could've got someone hurt!" "It's not my fault I made a mistake!" "It is your fault!"

Great. Just great. He thought that it would just be that; arguing. He couldn't have been more wrong, and he realized this as he heard Jay scream. He immediately rushed over and saw that Lloyd had tackled Jay to the ground and was digging his sharp teeth into Jay's arm.

"Lloyd, stop that!" Kai shouted and he pulled Lloyd off of Jay, giving him a clearer view of Jay's tear-stained face. He quickly put Lloyd on the couch and picked up Jay. "Lloyd, you're in time-out. Don't get off of the couch until I come back." Kai sternly said, Lloyd sticking out his tongue mockingly in response. Jay sniffled and buried his face into Kai's shoulder. Kai stepped out of the room and rubbed Jay's back as he whispered comforting words to Jay.

"Shh, shh. Jaybird, you're gonna be okay. I got you, I'm gonna take care of you."

He walked into the infirmary and set Jay down on the bed. "Let me take a quick look, bud." Kai said, Jay nodding in response. Kai took a look at the wound and bit his lip as he saw it. "Oh, that's pretty bloody." He whispered. He patted Jay's head and smiled at him.

"You're doing great, Jay. We're just going to rinse it, put some ointment on it, and put a few bandaids on it, okay?" Kai told Jay and carried him. Jay wiped away his tears with his non-injured arm and watched as Kai ran the wound under warm water. Kai then got the antibacterial ointment on the wound.

"You're being so brave, Jay. What kind of bandaid do you want?" Kai asked, watching as Jay chose the star-themed bandaids that the ninja kept around for when someone got hurt while regressed.

'Oh, he's regressed. Lloyd's probably regressed too.' Kai thought. He took out four bandaids and placed them over the wound, watching as Jay smiled and cheered up. "There you go, little guy. How old do you feel right now?"

Jay, after a moment of thought, seemed to have a 'lightbulb-over-the-head' moment. "Seven!" Jay responded, earning an exaggerated gasp from Kai. "Oh my goodness, I have such a big boy in my arms!" Kai playfully said, giving Jay a hug as he held him. Jay melted into the hug, Kai could almost feel Jay's smile. "Do you wanna hang out with Cole while I talk with Lloyd?" He asked. He (and pretty much everyone) knew that Jay was the most well-behaved around Cole, partially because Cole was his best friend, partially because he just like to screw with everyone else for fun.

"Yeah! We can play together, or talk, or color, or-" Jay continued on and on about all the things he and Cole could do while Kai carried him over to Cole's room. Cole was stretching on his bed, clearly a bit tired after the mission. "Hey, Cole, do you wanna hang out with this little guy while I have a little chat?" He questioned, Jay looking at Cole with a smile that was resting on Kai's shoulder. Cole smiled back and nodded. "Of course! C'mere, Bluebird." Cole picked up Jay from Kai's arms.

Kai walked out of the room, shut the door behind him, and headed straight to the living room. Lloyd was still sitting there, his head resting on his shoulders as he glared at Kai. "Lloyd, you know what you did was wrong, right?" Kai raised an eyebrow. Lloyd slowly nodded in response. Kai sighed and sat next to Lloyd. "So why did you do it?"

"'cus I was angry." Lloyd responded, looking the other way. "Did that give you an excuse to hurt Jay?" Kai asked. Lloyd huffed, staying silent.

"...No." He admitted after a moment. Kai's face cracked a small smile. He patted Lloyd's back. "Do you feel sorry?" He asked. He nearly almost regretted that question, as Lloyd nodded and tears formed in the corners of his eyes. "Hey, hey, hey, it's okay. You're not in big trouble, just time-out for another half hour." Kai explained, rubbing Lloyd's back to calm him down. Lloyd rubbed his eyes and nodded.

"I know, I jus' feel bad since I hurt Jay and he's my bes' friend." Lloyd told Kai, showing Kai just how upset he was.

"I know you feel bad, buddy, so is it alright if I stay with you until you're time-out is done?" Kai asked. Lloyd nodded in response, still trying to wipe away the tears until they stopped forming as he started to feel better.

Around ten minutes passed, and Kai heard a giggle from the hallway. He and Lloyd turned his head, and Jay was there, smiling. "Hey, kiddo, what're you doing here? I thought you were hanging out with Cole." Kai said as Jay rushed over, crawled onto the couch, and sat in between the two. "We're playing hide-and-seek, so I'm gonna hide with you guys!" Jay excitedly said in response. Kai looked over at Lloyd for a moment; he looked surprised and regretful. Kai knew what he had to do. He cleared his throat.

"Jay, I think Lloyd has something to tell you." He said, gesturing his hand to Lloyd. Jay looked over, and Lloyd gave a sheepish little smile. "Uhm...'m sorry for biting you. I was really mad, an' I made a bad mistake which hurt you." Lloyd thoughtfully said, making Kai wonder if Lloyd had been planning this apology for a bit. Jay stayed silent, looking at Lloyd for a few moments before smiling.

"It's okay! I mean, it's not okay that you bit me, but it's okay that you're apologizing! Wanna see my bandaids?" Jay showed off the bandaids on his arms, making Lloyd's face show both surprise and amazement. Kai chuckled and watched the boys talk and talk until Cole went into the room and let out a laugh as he plopped down next to Kai and watched the two little boys.

Kai looked over at Cole and chuckled. "Isn't Lloyd supposed to be in time-out?" Cole asked with a smile on his face. "Yeah, did Jay tell you that?" "Yep." "Figures. Should we make them a snack soon?" "Probably. It's getting a bit close to bedti-" "NO!" The two boys scurried out of the room.

"...Dangit." "You started it." Kai chuckled and lightly punched Cole's shoulder. "Don't start on that."

#fandom agere #ninjago agere #sfw agere #age regression #ninjago #caregiver kai #caregiver cole #age regressor lloyd #age regressor jay #fluff #hurt/comfort

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murasakispace · 2 years

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One Piece characters with a playful S/O who is deep down a merciless badass

TW : none.

A/N : This won't focus entirely on the relashionship with any of the characters.

Characters : Mihawk, Ace, Aokiji

Mihawk

At first, your way to be so lively, bold, untamed and uncaring about everything kinda annoys our dear Warlord.

Then, he finds out about your piercing glare, your powers if you have any, your talent at using your weapons or just your style in general.

He is amazed, honestly.

Won't show how surprised he is, though.

But still. He will wonder how he could have been so blind when it comes to your talent for fighting.

The way you kicked those noisy bastards' asses ? Mihawk wouldn't have done better. Well he was able to, but, you know...

It's mostly your eyes and your expression that he will remember. He so used at seeing that little smirk of yours while you are eagerly awaiting for a poor fool to fall in your little traps. And yet, here we are. There's no trick this time.

Mihawk won't say anything immediately but he will appreciate if you accept to tell him more about your training and mostly your past because he wants to know what or who made you become such a badass.

As obvious as it sounds, Mihawk won't go full fangirl about you. But he respects you even more from now on. +100 points of charm for you.

Although, your cheekiness comes back and our dear Mihawk finds it both endearing and slightly upsetting.

He didn't know you were doing all these jokes more for him than yourself and had no idea about it. But the black-haired man will find it endearing when you will tell him.

Just to make it clearer, it happens almost like the following drabble.

"If I had known you were smiling like that, I would have slaughtered thousands of people already" you state with a smirk on your face. Mihawk just stared at you, his brows furrowing.

"No no. Don't play pretend. I've seen it, my dear" you continued, passing in front of your beloved swordman.

The latter was a little bit shocked and didn't know what to answer. Even though he remained stoic, you noticed his unease. You got closer to him and almost kissed his cheek. Yet, you remembered you were in public and just withdrew before embarrassing Mihawk.

"You wanted to make me smile ?" inquired the latter.

"Yeah. Why not? You look like you're always far away. Even when you're with me. That's why I keep trying to attract your attention towards me" you admit, blushing and your head slightly tilted to the side.

"I... Had no idea. I apologize if you feel like I am ignoring you, my dear" replied Mihawk after a short time and almost as equally flustered as you were, he was just better at concealing it.

You felt him take your hand and raise up to his lips. He just kissed it lightly as he was used to do. You nodded and here was the end of the story. Although, it didn't stop you in your kidding habit.

Ace

Will find it incredible. Like his eyes are glittering with delight. Goes full fanboy about your strength.

Of course, he loves your little tricks. And mostly the ones that aims the others *Marco suddenly feels as if he is called somewhere on the ship's deck*. He always find it really funny as well as the crew who asks you where you find all these ideas.

You would never tell them by the way. You just shrug then walk away.

But you like to make Ace's heart lighter with jokes and he knows this.

Although, once a Navy ship took a liking in saying bullshit to your crew. You didn't even wait for Pops to give an order and by the time he did, all these soldiers were lying on their deck, bathing in their own blood and their body cooling down as nature intended.

Ace was seriously taken aback. Where was his little childish cat who messes around with the people of the crew?

"Hey Y/N... You okay?

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"You have just kicked all of their asses in 3 minutes, that's why. You could've left me some by the way!"

"Sorry?"

Ace just hugged you after that and showed off slightly, claiming all loudly "that's mah gurl bitches" or something alike.

All of this to say that Ace is super happy when you're all bold, joking around and just untamed with people. But he also likes that merciless side of you that crushes everything which doesn't go the way you want to. Although, he mostly prefers that smiling and childish side of you even though he accepts you as a whole.

Aokiji

Let's go for our lazy Admiral of the Navy.

When he meets you, you have some reputation among the soldiers for being quite an unconventional servant of the holy Justice.

There are some bottles of milk which apparently exploded in the kitchen, some bubble invasions when the day for laundries came and all the Marine capes went pink instead of the immaculate usual white. All these kinds of small things that brought smiles to the soldiers and made them look just human as much as completely unnerved.

Fortunately, Aokiji has never been touched by such pranks. The pink coats was your most famous joke. Even Sengoku didn't manage to keep his laughter for himself.

In the meantime, you were slowly constructing your legend with that gentle smile of yours always plastered on your face. A smile which made Kuzan fall for you.

One day, Aokiji was required for a mission in some places and you were of the party. Everything was going well until you had to fight random pirates. Nothing strange until then since it was your job.

It turned out to be something else when you literally dashed in the first line and just killed your ennemies without a care in the world. You were a little bit like a bull smashing everything in its way. Your crewmates had barely the time to see the pirates flying lifeless behind you.

The rumor that spread after that was that apparently, the soldiers of your crew just needed to sit on an empty trunk of a tree observing the pirates landing - or more likely royally wallowing - at their feet and applauded while giving you a score of ten out of ten for having masterfully fallen like shit on the ground.

Anyways, all that mattered for Aokiji was if you were okay first. Then, when he noticed a blood stain on your cheek that wasn't yours, he felt relieved. You mercilessly butchered those pirates and you weren't injured.

Aokiji doesn't overly appreciate your habit to just go before anyone in battles and can't say he is 100% for it. Your style is too unstructured. You will get killed if you are not careful and since you are unleashed during this time without any immediate back-up, he will ask you at least to wait to have some soldiers at your side. Losing you is never an option and he can't be always behind you to save that ass of yours he was so fond of.

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