#annie January x reader

[leeharkerd]

Annie January figuring out her girlfriend loves praises? <3 (I wanted to give you a draw since you wanted one! ^^)

UGGHHHhhhh she's just such a sweet girl who just wants to be the best to her girlfriend, and when she finds this out, shes just so turned on it hurtss </3

her fingers are deep inside of your cunt and all you can do is whine as your pussy clenches around the digits penetrating you. her other hand is stroking your face just so slightly and she swears she can feel her own core tighten as watches you writhe in her hands. "you're doing so good" and then suddenly you're a whimpering, drooling mess. the hand that was stroking you previously is now between her thighs, rubbing her own clit as she continues to thrust her fingers into your sloppy cunt. your hips are trembling, in fact your whole body is now, and you're till desperately trying to fuck yourself on her hand. the wet sounds fill the air and the scent of sweat is so prominent as the heat between your bodies intensifies. "you like my fingers inside of you, hm? being such a good girl for me, yeah?" and all you can do is nod as your eyes water and you gush into her palm.

[hughiecampbelle]

The Boys Preference: Wearing Their Clothes

Requested: i followed you for succession and currently im the boys brainrotted so you wouldnt believe my excitement when i realised you wrote for the boys too!!!!! i want to request maybe hc on how the boys would react to reader wearing their sweater/tshirts - anon

A/N: My love, the brain rot is so real!!! When I tell you I have an entire folder of The Boys edits, I mean I am kicking my feet and giggling at these people covered in blood lol. Thank you for requesting! Please feel free to again, I absolutely love writing preferences! I hope you like it!!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜

Butcher absolutely adores you wearing his coat. It drives him wild. It started one night where you two were alone, the group split up. While everyone else had their own jobs, you and Butcher were on surveillance. It was freezing out. He noticed the goosebumps on your arms. You swore you were fine, but he could tell you were putting up a front. Oi, just take it. Not wanting to blow your cover and fight, you put his coat around your shoulders, thanking him. It's a long night and you take shifts. When he catches you curled in a ball, his coat wrapped around you, it tugs at his heartstrings. Something about this image of you just makes him melt. After that, he's eager to see it again. Realizing this, you never turn down his offer. Now you basically have 50/50 custody. You like it. It's warm and worn, but it also smells like him and, when you're apart, remains a reminder that he's always looking out for you. Both M.M. and Frenchie are full of jokes when they catch you wearing it, but Annie and Hughie find it endearing.

Hughie loves that you wear his t-shirts and hates it. Not only do you look better in them than him, which is annoying enough, and now everyone finds them funny now that you're wearing them, but now he can never find the one shirt he wants to wear. It's either on your body or in your closet. Of course he would never stop you, he doesn't want you to stop, but he does wish there was a little bit more of a compromise. You wore it the first time you slept over. Your shirt had been discarded somewhere you couldn't find, but Hughie's was right there. He tried not to show it, he tried not to get caught smiling, but he was way too obvious. Something about seeing you in his shirt made his day, his life. It never gets old. When it's laundry day, most of your clothes end up being his. Now he has double the laundry. Still, it's worth it. His clothes always come back smelling like you. When they get ripped or torn from fights you apologize profusely, but he's just glad you're okay. Who cares about a stupid shirt?

Annie has always loved you in her clothes. When you moved in together, your clothes just sort of became jumbled. Neither of you felt the need to separate them, so you really can't tell if the sweater you're wearing is hers of yours. When she buys clothes she always makes sure you like what she's picking out so that you both can wear it. No one even noticed what you two were doing, that one day you'd be wearing a shirt and a few days later it would be her turn, it's just sort of become a thing. When something gets ripped or torn or covered in blood, you're the first to make jokes. I loved that sweater, you say, though Annie knows what you really mean is it's a stupid piece of clothing, you're just glad she's okay, that's all that matters. Your favorite thing is to look at pictures where, in one, you're wearing this sweater and, in the next, she is. Something about that puts a smile on your face.

M.M. feels a little insecure. You used to love wearing his shirts. Truthfully, no one can tell what's his and what's yours, your and his clothes are so blended. Since becoming in charge of The Boys, as close to a leader as possible, he's lost a lot of weight. Grown smaller, and his clothes no longer fit you. You of course still have his old shirts, but his new wardrobe just doesn't fit. You assure him it's just temporary. The anxiety, the OCD, it really hurts his appetite. He can't even think about food anymore. Still, realizing that you can no longer share, it makes him self-conscious. Something about you wearing his clothes made him think that he was there with you always, that this was a way to protect you, as silly as it might sound. Now that you wear your clothes more, he isn't there to save you. It just adds to his many worries. You assure him you'll be safe, you'll always come back to him, but he just can't help it. You make a point to wear his older shirts as much as possible, not wanting him to worry more than he does.

Frenchie literally can't tell when you're wearing his clothes vs. your own. His style is pretty eclectic. His pants alone are bright and patterned and, to his friends, a fashion offense. His clothes are rarely organized, so you end up picking through piles to find something specific. Most of the time you have to point out when you've got one of his jackets or shirts on. He of course thinks you look better in them than him and he makes it known. Your friends make fun of you and him for some of the outrageous outfits you put together. Everything is worn in and soft and smells like him, a mix of cologne and fabric softener and smoke. Not realizing, Frenchie wears your clothes, too. Only when you ask for a shirt back or where it is does he realize oh! so this belongs to you. Neither of you mind. It makes you happy seeing him wear your clothes. He definitely styles is better than you.

Kimiko's entire closet is all black. Not only is it easy to blend in with the crowd, and it all matches, but it can also hide the sight of blood. Neither of you can really tell whose shirt or pants or jacket belongs to who, considering most of your clothes are pretty identical. Still, she'll poke fun at you every so often when she realizes you've got on one of her shirts. Is that mine? She smiles. Is it? You didn't even realize. You always ask her if she wants it back, if she wants you to change, but she shakes her head. She tells you look good in it, badass even, and you shrug it off, though it means a lot. You and Kimiko both are still figuring out how relationships work. It takes a lot of trust, something neither of you were very well versed in. Sharing clothes is just another way you two show that you're a partnership. No one else can tell, but you can. That kind of attention would normally make alarm bells go off in your head, but you know Kimiko, you know she does it out of affection and not something more sinister.

Bonus! Homelander rarely, if ever, wears civilian clothes. If he's not in his suit, he's probably naked. You've never seen him in anything else. The only time he's done it was to see Sage and that was in secret. Still, you find a way to share by wearing his cape. Typically wrapped around you after you slip from the bed, in search of your own clothes, half-naked and embarrassed. He assured you you have never looked better. Homelander likes power. He likes when people listen to him, respect him, and show him their loyalty. You wearing his cape shows him all of that and more. He never thought he'd like you in his clothes, it's just another thing he's territorial about, but he's pleasantly surprised. Now he expects it. If you forget or just don't wear it, his ego is pretty wounded. You assure him it's nothing against him. Now you go out of your way to do so, knowing it makes him so happy.

Bonus! Soldier Boy feels such an attraction to you when you wear his clothes. He doesn't really wear anything but his suit, so one day you jokingly put it on. You filled it out differently than he did, but it didn't look horrible. When he saw you, he was all smiles. The first thing that comes to mind is wanting to take it off you *wink wink*. What was a joke is now something you do on special occasions, putting it on and parading around in it. The things he says are awfully dirty and make you laugh every time. You never thought something as silly and simple as putting on his suit would end up driving him this wild. You should have known, it makes perfect sense, but you just never realized. When he does, on rare occasions, wear regular clothes, he's the first to suggest that you share. It isn't as enticing as wearing his suit, but the attraction is still there. It makes him feel like you belong to him, that you want to show that off. Nothing matters more to him than that. Nothing makes him feel more seen.

[tojigasm]

Thinking about Annie's strap so hard rn

her on top, kissing at your pretty tits and keeping your wrists locked together in her hand held above your head.

"So pretty," she coos, placing a line of kisses down the column of your neck and across your jaw.

Your legs are curled around her waist, dragging the girth of the pink silicon cock deeper into your heat.

Angling her hips, she begins a soft rhythm that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head and your toes curling.

"Oh, there she is." Annie coos, plump lips spreading over her teeth in a soft smile. "Y'feel good, hon?"

Nodding, you rut yourself upwards, trying to rub your clit against the rubber of the harness. Annie pushes your hips down instantly, overpowering you completely.

"Lemme do it fr'you, baby."

[jweekgoji]

mhhhm but yandere starlight & yandere hughie having a massive crush on the same darling who's a supe.....and imagine if they're a part of The Seven too. I don't see them fighting against each other but working together instead because come on, they're the cutest heterosexual couple in the show THEY'RE IN LOVE

but they would be really funny as a yandere romantic duo. Annie's charm? she's basically so easy to talk to even if you're a massive introvert I imagine her being so patient and nice. Hughie on the other hand is quite shy too but he is a sweetheart. if Annie can charm you with her powers and her friendliness, Hughie would charm you with how hard he tries to make you like him. Need something? He will buy it. Feel cold? He can give you his jacket. Need a shoulder to lean on? He will VOLUNTEER for it. He would sweat so much but he would die as a happy man if he gets such an opportunity.

Even though Hughie can't be around you 24/7 like Starlight since you're a supe and part of The Seven, he would absolutely freak out every time he sees the picture of you next to Homelander on the news. I think Annie would be less worried about it but not because she doesn't care as much; she just has an opportunity to be around and therefore to look after you. She would pay EXTRA attention and will try any excuse to be practically next to your side if she spots The Deep even looking in your way. Starlight is not a violent person but if anyone tries to make a wrong move on you, you can definitely see her eyes shining as a silent warning.

I see Starlight as less paranoid but protective yandere. She believes you, so there would be no hypothetical jealous situations with her against you. She might be a little more protective if you're pushing yourself a little too hard to try and reach your goals. I mean, she is supportive but she grew up with her mother forcing her to sacrifice everything just to reach it. She doesn't want the same for you, so she will try to remind you to take breaks and be less tense.

Hughie in my opinion is paranoid. He is afraid you might leave one day and something could happen to you because he is not there. He's not a supe, he is not nearly as strong as you but he desperately tries to be. He would take more Temp V if it means he can protect you more effectively, but Starlight would have to remind him constantly that he doesn't need to. Would it help? A little, but it's not because he doesn't think you or Starlight can't do anything on your own, he just dislikes being the one who needs to be saved constantly. If you pretend to be 'weak' and ask him to help you open a jar with pickles, even that little situation helps him not to feel less of himself :3

[brynnterpretations]

THE BOYS’ TYPES ☻

Annie January

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Someone kind, gentle, sensitive, and a bit nerdy. She is a Certified Yapper Lover™, and loves to hear her partners talk about things they're interested in, so passion is key for her; bonus points if it's about something she hasn't really heard of before (Hughie really got her hooked with a discombobulated Star Wars rant). As we all know, Annie has an extremely firm sense of right and wrong, so a potential partner's values are a make-or-break scenario for Annie. Admittedly, she finds nervousness and rambling very cute, and it's the first thing that typically draws her to a person. She's a fan of that anxious, neurotic energy — sorry-not-sorry. Additionally, for men and women alike, if you have curly or otherwise textured hair? She wants you.

Billy Butcher

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Since Becca, Billy's type has fluctuated a lot. Before and during Becca, he deeply appreciated someone level-headed, calm, caring, and intelligent; however, after her death, it's been hard finding someone of that personality that didn't just remind him of her. For short-term relationships, Billy is very attracted to firecracker types, and for long-term, appreciates someone sensible and a little snarky, yet able to be sensitive in the right moments, even if he may push him away. A hard rule for Billy, though, is that the person is able to stand their own. He greatly values conviction, and even if that person may have differing opinions, them being able to stand up for their own beliefs is something extremely important to him in a relationship.

Frenchie

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Someone quiet, driven, loyal, and with a secret soft side. Got walls? Frenchie loves them and wants to break them down (lovingly, of course). Considering his past, he wants someone understanding and with a "history" of their own, too — he's naturally drawn to people who have that aura and "roughness", for lack of a better term, to them. Being bilingual, or multilingual, even if it's not French, is a big plus for him, too; as a communicative person and someone interested in linguistics in general, he becomes a lot more interested in someone if he hears them speaking or writing another language.

Hughie Campbell

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Someone strong, independent, and passionate. As a pretty nervous guy, Hughie greatly admires people who can "stand their own", and is drawn to them in relationships. That doesn't mean it's all take, though — Hughie really likes someone who, even if strong, he can comfort, care for, and support, so if you're in need of any of that? Hughie's your guy. He also is pretty attracted to anyone who stands his rambles and doesn't give him crap for them — and, better, is actively engaged — and will fall for you pretty quickly if you're that type. So, in another words: if you'll tell McDonald's they put mustard when he asked for no mustard, he'll fall for you.

Kimiko Miyashiro

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Someone understanding, empathetic, and optimistic. It's suffice to say that Kimiko has been through a lot, and, like Frenchie, wants someone who she can relate to and move forward to better futures with. People who have a positive attitude in spite of their hardships are people she's greatly attracted to. Being chatty and willing to communicate with her often is also something she loves; she has a lot on her mind and likes to share it with the people she loves and see their thoughts on it. Similarly to that, she loves expressive people —  not just because it makes them easier to read, but she finds it really, really cute. A bit random, but if you have a loud laugh, too, she'll fall in love pretty quick.

Marvin T. Milk (M.M.)

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Someone loyal, resilient, hardworking, and honest — to the point of bluntness. M.M. is a no-bullshit guy and not someone to appreciate a "cheerleader" figure, so he greatly appreciates someone he can always trust to tell the truth, even when it's not pretty. Realism and practicality is also important to him too. Like Annie, morals are also a make-or-break for M.M., and having someone who cares about integrity, family, and justice like him is the most important aspect in relationships to him. Additionally, someone who's A) good with kids and B) good with his past wife. While he wouldn't hold any feelings for Monique while in or pursuing a relationship, his former family is extremely important to him. His potential partner having the maturity to recognize this situation, as well as holding a love for children (even if they don't want any themself), is very important to him.

[bella-goths-wife]

Post sex conversation and assassinations on the side

Content: this is kind of just an introduction to the new au im creating basically

Warnings: mentions of sex, cigarettes, murder, drug overdose, terrible plot building, murder in exchange for money, drug use, alcohol use, gore

^first time making one of these so tell me if it’s trash

Butcher and Becca both let out a long sigh of relief as they enter an embrace and enjoy their post sex glow, laying together in the back of the truck that butcher had used to sneak out and meet her in.

He holds her lovingly as he gazed down at the woman he had thought to dead for so long, memorising the details of her face that had previously become blurry in his mind during her absence. Though, this lovers bliss he was temporarily experiencing was forever dulled by the knowledge that she’d have to return to her glorified cage and he would have to return to his hideout to avoid having her killed by homelander and his happy families delusions.

Butcher goes into his pocket and takes out his cigarettes before lighting one and taking a drag, becca looks at him with a disapproving gaze before taking it from his hand and puffing out the smoke in his face in an almost playful gesture. Butcher only smiles, falling into their old post sex routines already.

“I still can’t believe that you were here all this time” butcher says in a low, almost regretful tone “all by yourself”

“I wasn’t all alone” becca comments with an absent mind as she enjoys the heat of laying with her lover.

“Well yeah, you had the kid an’ all” butcher says with a slight scoff at the mention of homelanders spawn “but you can’t have much conversation with a bawling baby”

“No, there were more people than just Ryan and I” Becca explains calmly as she looks up at her lover

“There were?” Butcher says with a confused look “who?”

“Homelander has more than just Ryan” Becca explains “he had another kid”

“There’s more in there?” Butcher asks with a scoff as his head motions to the secluded neighbourhood that becca was being kept in

“Not anymore” Becca says with a shake of her head

“What happened?” Butcher asks with a slight bit of morbid curiosity

“I don’t know” Becca admits with a sigh “one day they were here, the next they’d gone and vought refused to explain”

“Who’s they?” Butcher asks curiously

“Never met the mom, she mostly stayed inside so I only saw her from her windows” Becca explains “but I met her kid, a sweet little girl who’d visit me most days”

“Homelanders kid being sweet?” Butcher asks with a scoff of disbelief

Becca elbows him in the side at the indirect insult to Ryan, butcher lets out a groan and shields himself from any future blows.

“Yes, she wasn’t like her dad, she didn’t even know who he was” becca says with a scoff “she was just a hyper little girl who wanted company, she was the only one I really talked too since Ryan was only a baby and her mother never left the house”

“How old was she?” Butcher asks curiously as he takes a drag from his cigarette

“She was eight when Ryan was born, she would have been around nineteen by now” Becca says as she does the math in her head

“Would’ve been?” Butcher picks up on the undertone of her words

“Last time I saw her she was thirteen, her and her mother just disappeared into thin air” becca says with a sigh “all their stuff gone and no trace of them ever existing”

“So you think vought killed them?” Butcher assumes with a scoff

“I don’t know, maybe?” Becca says with an unsure tone “I hope not”

“Why, she’s not your kid?” Butcher says with a confused expression “and she’s homelanders daughter”

“That doesn’t matter, she was just a kid” Becca states defensively before sighing “sometimes I just sit and wonder where she could be, if she’s safe and happy or if she’s buried somewhere here”

“Vought probably killed her” butcher states bluntly “that or they are milking her for whatever she had in a lab somewhere”

“Maybe” becca says with an unsure look “I just wonder where she is now”

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“Your whiskey, sir” you offer the man with a smile as you place his drink on the coaster next to him

“Yeah, yeah” the man waves you off and takes a sip of his drink before turning back to his associates “Mike, you have to think about this, this is a big deal”

You keep your forced smile on as you return to your position next to the miniature bar set up in the hotels meeting room, holding your tongue and all the things you wanted to scream at this up his own ass executive.

“I’m hearing you joe, but it’s too much of a risk” the other executive states with a scoff

“But think of the money, we could profit if we just let homelander run off the script a bit” the man tries to reason

“And have him spout off a racist comment within the first five seconds of being on live TV? Yeah no thanks” the other executive shuts down the idea.

Their tedious conversation is interrupted suddenly by the loud blaring of the hotels fire alarm. They look at each other in shock briefly before spouting off complaints on the lack of professionalism.

The other executive tries to get up and unlock the door before quickly realising it’s locked from the inside.

“Give us your damn key” he demands with a scoff and an open palm, his irritation only growing as the hotels sprinkler system activates because of the fire alarm.

You simply shake your head and remain still as a statue next to the miniature bar. The executive practically growls as he begins charging towards you with an infuriated expression.

“Listen here, you little bitch” the executive yells out as he storms towards you “give me the fucking key, now-“

He’s interrupted by his own gurgling as his head slowly slips off of his shoulders and on to the floor and his body collapses. Your custom made metal bartending tray with razor sharp edges has embedded itself in the wall in the other side of the room on its journey through the executives throat.

The man lets out a scream as he looks at his friends now headless body before scrambling for the door and trying his hardest to yank it open.

“God, you people don’t know how to ask nicely for anything huh?” You say with a chuckle as you undo the bow tie and rolling up the sleeves of your bartending uniform, you scoff when you notice the man’s attempts to open the door “no point in doing that, even if you somehow managed to open it, you’d face two of my men who have been standing guard since we got in here”

The man stares at the door as he contemplates his options before he backs away from the door and arms himself with a cheese knife from the cheese board and stares at you. You almost chuckle at his sad attempts at self defence.

The man looks at you before arming himself with the knife and charging at you with the intent to kill you to escape.

You smirk as you make eye contact with the man while he’s charging at you, your pupils expanding to almost fill the entire eye.

The man stops suddenly and stands there in silence for a few tense seconds before dropping the knife and gripping his throat desperately, clawing at it like a feral cat.

Sweat accumulates on the man’s body as he feels it harder to breath and his body begins to fill with pains extending from his chest.

“They always go for the attack approach” you comment to yourself with a laugh as you go to the door to unlock it and let the other men enter

They give you a nod as they go to take the headless man’s body away, the man crawling desperately to them in a silent cry for help.

“They aren’t on your side, stupid” you say with a laugh as you crouch in front of him “they get the same payout as me, it’s unlikely they’ll give that up to help a fat slob like you”

The man claws at his chest before looking at the drink you handed him earlier. He then tries jamming his fat fingers down his throat

“What are you doing?” You ask confused before following his line of site and laughing “you think i poisoned you? Please, I’m not that sloppy”

You let out a laugh as you sit cross legged in front of the desperately dying man who looks at you with a mix of fear and confusion.

“Your overdosing” you say calmly as you grab his hair and lift up his head and look into his wild eyes “slowly and painfully”

The man lets out gurgled sounds of pain and confusion as he claws at your legs as if asking for mercy.

“Now we both know a good Christian man like yourself doesn’t do drugs, that’s the message you spread to the press anyway” you say with a smirk “so let me explain, I’m currently giving you the effects of cocaine which would usually be a pleasant experience but I’m making sure you get the effects of too much cocaine”

The men who had removed the body come back in and began to set the scene in the hotel meeting room, trashing things and laying out lines of coke on the table and around the room.

“I could have chosen a more pleasant drug to do this with, a less painful one” you explain with a chuckle “but you pissed off the wrong people and our client has asked that we do this as painfully and humiliating as possible”

You get up and you get a small bit of coke on your fingertips. You grip the man’s jaw until his mouth opens and you let out a huff of disgust as you put your fingers in his mouth and you spread the cocaine on his gums to leave physical residue for the post mortuary exam to uncover and the press to exploit and use.

“This isn’t gonna look good for you, a good Christian man found overdosed on coke” you say with a grin “what will the wife think?”

The man’s eyes well up with tears as he sobs out in pain. You laugh with a grin as you get up and use your heel to tip him on his back.

“Sugar” one of your friends call as he finishes dressing the room for the press pictures “we only have five minutes to leave before the supes get here, hurry up and finish it”

You sigh before giving a thumbs up to your two friends who were becoming increasingly more anxious as the time goes on, you think about making them experience the effects of a Xanax to get them to chill out but you decide against it with a shake of your head.

“Well then, guess our time has ended here” you say with a grin as you look down at the dying man “Edgar sends his regards, don’t piss off people with connections like he has if you want to stay alive next time”

You increase the dosage mentally as your eyes connect which pushes him over the edge and the life slowly drains from his eyes.

“Sugar” your friend yells again as you go over to where your tray had embedded itself in the wall “two minutes, hurry the fuck up”

“One sec” you say with a huff as you grab the tray and pull it free from the wall.

You pull the tray free with a groan before cleaning the blood from it. It shines as you hold it up to your face and you stare into your own eyes while you recite the chemical makeup for the cocaine and the dosage in your head, you watch as your pupils dilate to the large size again before feeling the familiar sensation of energisation fill your body pleasantly.

“Okay, ready” you say with a excited grin as you grab your friends hands and begin to run out the room “let’s get out of here”

You and your friends leave quickly and run free, leaving behind the slumped over dead body of the executive who had been making challenging decisions within vought.

You hoped Mr Edgar would be happy enough with your job to leave a hefty tip.

This is probably super stupid but I’ve had the idea for this kinda of power for ages and I just needed to write it down.

Let me know what you think :)

[6rookie-writer0110]

Request )- Could you do Starlight from The Boys x Captain America male reader headcannons?

•In the beginning you and Annie didn't get along.

•She thought you were like Soldier Boy, but you told her you are nothing like him.

•That changed she actually got to know you.

•You asked her out on a date and she hesitated but she said yes. She hasn't had luck in relationships.

•Annie wanted to keep the relationship a secret and you agreed to it. She didn't want Homelander to find out and hurt you.

•Slowly you and Annie started to open up to each other.

•When she is alone with you, she is very affectionate with you.

•You would help Annie fight bad guys.

•She did ask about the shield and you showed her how to use it.

•Annie thinks it's hot when you pick up heavy things.

•She blush when you tell her she is beautiful and you would blush when she calls you handsome.

•Someone disrespected Annie then you lost it. Annie had to use her powers on you to stop you before killing the person.

•Most times you would stay at her place.

•You and Annie would ignore each other after having an argument.

•Annie always likes to cuddle with you.

•You and Annie would train together.

•Annie and A-Train were fighting then you stepped in to help your girlfriend.

•Annie quit the seven, you stood by her side.

•You and Annie have strong feelings for each other but haven't said those three words.

•Annie asked you to move in with her and you said yes.

•On your birthday, she tried to make your favorite cake.

•Annie has kept a few shirts of yours.

•You let your girlfriend use your shield to fight Stormfront. Also, you let Kimiko and Queen Maeve use your shield to fight Stormfront.

•But Storm front punched you, then you punched her then Annie punched her in the face.

“Nazi bitch. Nice punch, Annie” You said.

•Keep helping Annie get stronger with her powers.

•When you feel stressed out, Annie knows how to comfort you.

•Annie has been feeling overwhelmed and she started to ignore you. But she told you how she has been feeling and you started to comfort her.

[multifandomfanficss]

Let It Snow

Annie January/Reader/Hughie Campbell

Prompt: You fight the bitter cold New York City streets for Christmas presents and come home to warm up with your girlfriend and boyfriend: Annie and Hughie.

Warnings: None? Maybe just worrying about the future? A little bit of kissing. Just a little. No use of pronouns or Y/N.

A/N: I’ve been thinking about domestic life with Annie and Hughie a lot lately. It’s been keeping me afloat as of late. Very self indulgent Christmastime fic. Crossposted on my ao3 adriansglasses.

“Almost there.” You mumbled to yourself. You were the kind of cold where your skin was starting to hurt and you just wanted to be home. It was 20 degrees, but it felt like 15 in the dead of winter, as the unforgiving wind deflected off the tall buildings. Winter in New York was never fun. You were cold to the bone. It was a sharp contrast to the sweltering heat you’d felt in the Times Square train station. The subway underground stations were always so terribly hot this time of year. You wanted every layer you could find to walk outside, but the second you’d step downstairs it would be so hot you couldn’t breathe. Now you were off the train and it was the least of your problems, but the nearest subway station was a bit of a hike to the apartment. Usually a few city blocks would be just a little inconvenient, but now the 10 minute walk was unbearable in this weather. You could see the red awning to your small apartment sticking out down the street. You were so close, so very close. You wanted to put a pep in your step, but you were so cold you couldn’t manage anything more.

“God, I’m so fucking cold!” You stated as you walked through the door.

“Honey, why didn’t you take a Uber?” Annie immediately comes to meet you at the door, Hughie following not far behind her.

“Because an Uber from Times Square was $90 when it should have been $30, but of course there’s gotta be some big event going on to scam tourists. It’s the week before Christmas and everyone and their mother wants to come ice skating and see the tree because they watched Elf and Home Alone 2 about a hundred too many times.” You say through chattering teeth.

“Why were you in Times Square?” Hughie asks.

“That is none of your business!” You smile with rosy windburnt cheeks, a present for Hughie hiding behind your back.

“Oh really?” Hughie teases getting closer. You put the bag in one hand and wrap your other cold hand around his arm. He yelps, “Ah! Cold hands! Cold hands!”

“You walked right into that one.” Annie laughs. “Come here, baby.”

You take off your coat, hiding the bag under it and setting it on the table briefly before walking over to Annie. She takes your hands in hers. You watch her eyes glow and your hands instantly warm. You sigh in relief.

“Is that any better?” She asks.

“Much better.” You smile as she kisses your forehead.

“What about me?” Hughie pouts, wanting attention.

“You didn’t go out in the cold and fight every tourist in New York just to get us Christmas presents.” Annie says in a serious, but teasing tone that makes you giggle.

“Annie, I think I’m still cold.” You smile.

“Oh yeah? Where?” She asks.

“Everywhere.” You smile.

“Oh? Everywhere, huh?” She smirks.

“I’m so cold I might have to go lay in bed sandwiched between my lovely girlfriend and boyfriend for the the rest of the night.” You can’t help the big smile spread across your face. You were so happy to be home.

“Is that so?” Annie asks.

“That’s very so.” You respond.

You drag Annie and Hughie into the bedroom, getting comfortable while Hughie flips through Netflix trying to find a good movie to watch.

“I’m telling you all the Christmas classics are on YouTube ripped from old DVD’s or VHS’ for free.” You try to steal the remote.

“Give me a second. You’re so impatient! Cold! Cold feet!” You interrupt him by putting your cold feet on his legs under the blanket.

“I told you I was still cold.” You say innocently. Annie is laughing next to you.

“You are so annoying!” Hughie rolls over on top of you starting to litter soft quick kisses all over you.

“Hughie, knock it off!” You’re in a fit of giggles.

“You asked me to warm you up.” He pauses looking down at you.

“Annie, help!” You jokingly whine.

“You provoked him. You’re on your own with this one.” Annie laughs.

“Oh, some superhero you are. Thanks a lot.” You joke, before looking back to Hughie and stealing a kiss from his lips. “I wanna watch the Grinch. I don’t care which one it is, as long as it’s not the new one with Benedict Cumberbatch.”

“Oh, obviously.” Hughie agrees, sliding off of you. You settle with your head on his chest. He pulls you into his side. Annie settles in behind you, spooning you. You’re finally warming up, totally encased in your two loves. You sigh.

“I’m glad things are like this right now.” You smile, cuddling into Hughie.

“What do you mean?” He asks.

“You know…”, you pause, “…normal.”

“It’s really nice.” Annie smiles, her hold on your waist getting a bit tighter. You turn your head back and give Annie a soft kiss. The last couple years hadn’t been easy on any of you.

“Is it weird I’m worried it won’t last?” You ask. You didn’t want to ruin the night, but it was like word vomit coming from your mouth.

“No, I am too.” Hughie’s voice is more somber now. His hold on you grows tighter.

“Me too.” Annie admits. “But I am never going back to that tower. They can’t make me. I’m staying right here in this apartment with the loves of my life and we’re gonna keep each other safe.” She promises.

“Yeah, we’ll be okay as long as we stick together.” Hughie reassures. “Fuck Homelander, Fuck Vought, it’s Christmas.” Hughie smiles.

“Yeah. Too many people are buying merch right now. They care too much about their money. They won’t try anything. We’re in the safe zone.” Annie says, placing a kiss on your shoulder.

“You guys are probably right.” Your body starts to relax in their embrace. You didn’t even realize the tension your body was holding until it wasn’t there anymore.

“Even Homelander won’t risk ruining Christmas. His heart doesn’t need to grow two sizes, but his wallet does.” Hughie jokes.

“That and his sick need of approval. He’s not willing to make America hate him that much.” Annie adds, more seriously.

“I don’t know if it’s nice or scary that the world just pretends it isn’t shitty in the name of holiday cheer.” You ponder.

“Well that’s depressing.” Hughie sighs.

“Sorry.”

“I think the break is nice. I love when my biggest problem is having to see the relative I don’t like or that Grandma’s cooking has gone downhill with age.” Hughie gives a dry laugh.

“Yeah her cookies aren’t what they used to be.” You crack a soft smile, but it falters. “I guess… I guess it just sucks knowing that come January 2nd the world’s just gonna come crashing down again. I guess that’s capitalism for ya.”

“It might, but you know what doesn’t end January 2nd?” Annie starts

“What?” You ask.

“Us. Hughie and I love you very much and we’re always going to have each other. That part isn’t fake or waiting to implode.” Annie promises.

“Actually, speak for yourself.” Hughie jokes.

“Shut up and get over here.” Annie pulls him over you for a kiss. You watch them kiss above you. The two most beautiful people you’d ever seen and they loved you.

“My turn.” You pull Hughie down to kiss you, weaving your fingers through his curls. Next you shift to kiss Annie. “I love you both so much.”

“We love you too.” Hughie smiles.

“Do you love me enough to go make popcorn?” You smile innocently. Hughie steals another kiss.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” He gets out of bed.

“He thinks I’m cute! He thinks I’m cute!” You quote.

“Now I kinda wanna watch Rudolph.” Annie pulls you closer.

“I could go for Rudolph.” You agree.

“I’ll be back. Just don’t start it without me.” Hughie pleads.

“Okay. I’ll go find it on YouTube! Because that’s where all the classics are!” You yell down the hall.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” Hughie mocks over, slamming cupboards and clanking dishes trying to make your popcorn.

You smile to yourself. They were right. This was real and it wasn’t going anywhere.

[lovelybucky1]

im getting drunk so send me thots for wade, logan, and any of the boys characters to ramble about

I DO SHIPS TOO PLEASE SEND SHIPS I WAMT TO TALK ABOUT SHIPS

[thegr33nc0met]

The Boys Masterlist

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[walkingnearfoxes]

Good Luck, Babe (Starlight x Reader) - Part 1

Meeting Starlight is more complicated than it was supposed to be.

A Chappell Roan title? For a WLW fanfic? Groundbreaking.

18+ due to language, implied sex, alcohol/drugs, and the Boys being the Boys. Please note that while I am LGBTQ+ and this narrative is based on personal experience, everyone’s story with their gender and sexual identity is different and legitimate. Peace and love to all - except the trolls, who I will eat alive <3

“I give her a week.”

You were silent a moment as Maeve handed you the joint. The breeze on her balcony was warm - a surprise given how high up in the tower she lived, but a welcome sign of spring. There was nothing worse than scouting the city for criminals while freezing your ass off.

You take a huff of the joint that barely touches your lungs. Homelander would pretend he didn’t smell the marijuana on Maeve, but you would not receive the same courtesy. You hand the joint back to her with your eyes on the city below. “Did you comfort her, at least?”

Maeve scoffs. “What should I say? Don’t suck Deep’s sea cucumber?”

You turn to look at her, eyes narrowed. “Maeve.”

She takes a long hit before noticing your glare. She rolls her eyes as she releases a large puff of smoke. “Right. Forgot you’re still a Girl Scout sometimes.”

 “Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll beat it out of me one of these days,” You comfort, earning a ghost of a laugh from your fellow supe. It was a rare sound from her and most only heard when you two were alone. You wouldn’t confidently call Maeve a friend, but she was the only member of the Seven you trusted. 

“Have you seen her?” She asks.

You shake your head. “Only the clips Stillwell sent us.”

“You’ll get it when you see her,” Maeve tosses the joint off the balcony and turns to the door. “Come on.”

You watch the falling joint with a frown. “A bird could choke on that.”

Her eye roll is visible without having to look at her. “Send them my heartfelt apologies.”

~-~

Vought called you the Changeling. You weren’t a fan. It puts you in the same category as Homelander or Deep with a pretentious “the” in front of your name. Stillwell reminded you, perhaps threatened you, that it could have been much worse. Some of the names in workshops were Beast Girl, Miss Animal, or Pawprint. The Changeling, at the very least, leaned more towards a Hollywood monster flick than a risky porn search. 

You hadn’t walked into your role of the Seven as an innocent. Your family worked for Vought; it’s how you ended up with powers in the first place. Your acceptance of the hell it was had been a bonding point with Maeve, and kept you distanced from the others. You knew early on that this wasn’t a club for heroes. If you were lucky, you could save a life once a month. The rest of the job was smiling for cameras, promoting crappy products, and avoiding Homelander’s gaze. 

It had all been made more difficult recently with the addition of these daily team meetings. You weren’t sure if this was a call from Edgar or Stillwell for the team to get their shit together, but it was a nightmare. Homelander prattled on while everyone else had to nod their heads. You entertained yourself by imagining how fun it would be to toss Translucent, Deep, or A-Train off the roof. The imaginary victim changed depending on the day. 

Of course, today was different. Today, you had a new member.

You are mindlessly spinning back and forth in your chair as all of you await your newest member. Finally, when it feels like someone will start complaining at any moment, the doors open.

Starlight is smaller than she appears in pictures or videos. Her overall appearance really is, as Maeve tactfully put it to you earlier, a “beauty pageant nightmare.” The bright blonde hair and the big brown eyes present an innocence or kindness that doesn’t deserve to be at this table.

“Starlight!” Homelander greets, and you bite back a flinch. He’s using his hero voice, still pretending he’s the perfect gentleman the public believes him to be. “You’re late. I had a whole speech prepared.”

The Deep is cutting in before Starlight can even attempt an apology. You level your gaze on him. Maybe it’s how sweet Starlight looks, maybe it’s the same womanly camaraderie that drew you to Maeve, but you feel a protective bite on your tongue. Shockingly, Starlight beats you to it.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Her eyes burn yellow, and you hear the disturbing fizz of electricity behind you. You look behind you, and bite back a smile at one of the televisions shattering clean through the middle of the screen. You glance at Maeve with a raised brow, a silent question of whether she still thinks Starlight is a Girl Scout. Her only response is an eye roll.

Maeve can remain the pessimist here. You decide that you have some hope for the newest member of the Seven not to be another asshole.

~-~

You don’t speak to Starlight directly for a while. There are a few reasons for this. For one, you’re on patrol all the damn time. The public loves asking you to shift into different animals like the little circus act that you are; it doesn’t leave you much space to feel friendly. On top of that, it is frightening to reach out to anyone in this line of work. It was a miracle you even had Maeve. But whenever you saw Starlight, whether at your meetings or a casual pass in the hall, she just looked so sad. Those downcast mousy eyes were popping up too frequently in your thoughts. You sympathized with her inner turmoil - and contrary to what Maeve taunted you with, it had nothing to do with you finding her cute.

Two weeks into her introduction to the Seven, you’re on the roof of Vought Tower. It’s a warm day, and you’re taking some rare time off to enjoy the sun on your feathers. You are a pigeon. There was no particular reason for this transformation other than you preferred to be a bird in high spaces, and pigeon transformations were effortless. They didn’t creak on your bones like other avian creatures did; your only theory was that you saw so many pigeons daily that your body was more used to the change. 

The door to the roof opens, and you momentarily panic. The only other people who come up here are Homelander or Vought higher-ups waiting for a helicopter - and you certainly don’t hear a helicopter coming. You ready yourself to fly off before he notices - he somehow always knows it’s you, regardless of the animal - but it’s Starlight. Your wings stop midrise, and you watch her walk to the roof’s edge beside you.

She takes a deep, shaking breath. Her hands run down her face slowly, a potential wipe at the exhaustion. You recognize that look. That’s the look of someone who is right on the breaking point. You could stay in your pigeon form. Pretend you hadn’t seen this, and move on from an awkward reveal. But the dishonesty of it troubled you; the poor woman had to deal with enough of that from the rest of Vought. So, with a sigh, you shift back to your human form. “Hey.”

“What the fuck-” She gasps, her eyes blazing a bright yellow. The nearby light framing the rooftop shatters, and you quickly shoot your hands up in surrender.

“Hey, hey! It’s just me!” You sputter before she can zap you. “Sorry!”

Slowly, her eyes return to their regular brown shade. She takes a heaving breath, then another, and finally rests a hand against her chest. “Oh my God. I’m sorry. I didn’t…I thought I was alone.”

You smile nervously. “Yeah…you’re not the first person I’ve startled. But I didn’t want you to think I was just…you know. Being a creepy pigeon.”

She stares at you as if waiting for the bad news. When there isn’t any, her shoulders relax and she plasters on a smile. “I didn’t mean to interrupt…whatever you’re doing up here.”

You shrug. “Just taking a breather…looks like you were doing the same.”

Starlight looks down, suddenly very invested in the tiling of the roof. Her arms fold across her chest as she pivots to face the north, and you notice a subtle shake to her jaw. When she does speak, you hear the fight in her voice to trust you with even the slightest bit of weakness. Finally, as if she had no other choice, she speaks. “It…all of this…it’s not what I expected.”

You say nothing for a moment. You shift your feet to stand beside Starlight on the roof and look at the skyline. Grey clouds are forming over the Hudson, slowly grasping at the pleasant sky overhead. Leave it to New Jersey. You study the approaching storm momentarily before looking at Starlight’s profile. “You know…I can shift into pretty much any animal I’ve personally seen,” You explain quietly. “Even insects. One time, I turned into a cockroach and crawled into a serial killer’s ear. Turned back into a human and he exploded.”

Starlight slowly turns to look at you with horrified eyes. You meet her gaze. “Anyway. If you ever want me to do that to the Deep, just say the word.”

Her horror slowly but surely fades, and to your delight, she laughs. She laughs as if she hasn’t laughed in years, one hand coming up to wipe the tears in the corners of her eyes. You remind yourself not to find her laugh endearing.

“Wow. Okay. I’ll keep that in mind,” Starlight says, shaking her head. This time, when she smiles at you, it doesn’t look forced. “I don’t think we’ve ever formally met, by the way.”

You give her your real name, laughing at her look of surprise. “Yeah, secret identities don’t last too long here. And I really don’t need anyone calling me Changeling in casual conversation.”

To your surprise, she holds out a hand to you. “Well, I’m Annie. Annie January.”

Damn it, even her name is wholesome. You take her hand, a flutter in your chest at her soft palm. You shake her hand gently and smile back. “Nice to meet you, Annie.”

~-~

Your friendship with Annie develops quickly. You tag together on patrols as much as Vought will allow, you vent together on the balconies of your rooms, and your texting rate skyrockets with her number. You know a large part of this development is the unbearable loneliness of being a member of the Seven. Any chance for authentic attachment is a lifeline you grasp with all your might. Still, you feel - you hope - that it’s more than that. You understand one another. She laughs at your jokes, and you find comfort in her warmth. She visibly relaxes when you walk into a room, and your face hurts from the unfamiliarity of smiling so often. You like her.

“You’re committing the worst of sins, you know,” Maeve comments one day.

You were unaware that you were smiling at a text from Annie, only privy when you raised your head to meet the judgmental look from Maeve. You quickly still your face. The two of you are early to the team meeting today while the others are still finishing their missions around the city. Annie sent you a picture of Black Noir looking completely astounded by crude graffiti across a billboard - hence your smile.

“What’re you talking about?” You ask Maeve.

Maeve looks down at your phone and then back at you. “You’re falling for a straight girl.”

Your laugh is forced and ridiculous, even to your ears. You shake your head as you stuff your phone back into your pocket. “Fuck off, it’s not like that.”

She rolls her eyes. “Come on. You’ve been following her like a lovesick puppy.”

You shift into a puppy and give her a spiteful bark. She can’t help but snort. “That’s not getting you out of this.”

You shift back to human. “Seriously, it’s not like that. She’s dating someone. A guy.”

Hughie Campbell. You haven’t met him, but Annie’s face softens whenever she says his name. You know he isn’t a supe. From her descriptions, he seems like a sweet guy. You don’t know if they’re officially a couple, and try not to spend too much time thinking about it. Doing so makes your chest ache in a way you refuse to spend time thinking about.

It isn’t a matter of a sexuality crisis on your end. Oh, no. You’ve known for a very long time that you aren’t straight. The problem is the Seven. Everything about you is crafted by Vought. No one-not Edgar, not Stillwell, never Homelander-will accept any kind of relationship between you and Annie. So as your heart beats quicker with each new text from her and your body pounds with every casual touch, you work harder and harder to convince yourself that it isn’t like that. Annie doesn’t like girls. She’s just a friend.

“Just be careful,” Maeve says, and the rare worry in her voice gives you pause. “If he finds out…”

He walks in a moment later. Homelander is smiling brightly, and you wonder what poor soul he slaughtered before coming here. He gazes between you and Maeve curiously, raising a perfectly arched brow. “What have you lovely ladies been talking about, hm?”

You manage a smile while Maeve shakes her head. “Nothing.”

Homelander stares, clearly not pleased with the answer.

You clear your throat. “Starlight and Black Noir found a billboard with a bunch of penises drawn over it…that’s why they’re late.”

He snorts as he walks to his seat. “Kids these days, huh, Changeling? Just can’t get them to behave.”

You smile at him as you turn off your phone.

~-~

You aren’t there when Homelander exposes Hughie. You don’t see how Annie barely escapes the meeting room with her head still attached. All you know is that after an extended rescue mission out in the Bronx, you receive an onslaught of texts from Maeve. She gives you all the details not only as an update, but as a warning. This is what happens when you try to have relationships. This is why getting involved with anyone is a risk.

You don’t see Annie for days. You text, call, and even ask Stillwell about her. Nothing. Stillwell claims Starlight has become much busier with her growing popularity in the Seven, but you don’t buy it. Something’s wrong.

It’s past midnight when you hear the knock on your door. You’ve been unable to sleep, so you startle at the sound from your couch. You approach the door cautiously and look through the peephole.

Annie.

You fling the door open, eyes wide. “Christ, Annie. Where the hell have you been-”

She pushes you into your room and shuts the door without looking away. Before you can react, she’s kissing you. Her hands are on either side of your face, cupping you like you may disappear if she lets go. She bites your bottom lip, tastes your mouth with her tongue with a desperation that almost frightens you. She tastes like vanilla, sunlight, and enough like alcohol for you to grab her arms and pull away.

“Annie,” You whisper, your face just inches from hers. “What are you doing?”

Her hands move down to rest on your waist. “Something I should’ve done a long time ago. Something we both should’ve done a long time ago.”

You swallow the temptation and tighten your grip on your arms. “Annie, you’re drunk. You’re hurting-”

“First of all, I had two shots for liquid courage. It would take a warehouse to get me drunk,” Starlight pulls you closer. “This isn’t about him, okay? This is about you and me.”

You hesitate again, but you don’t move away. She moves one hand to cup the side of your face, her thumb brushing your cheekbone with a reverence that makes you shake. “Please,” She whispers. “I need you right now.”

Your lips are on hers before you can think.

~-~

You have always been an early riser. Growing up, you loved to shift into a rooster to drive Vought employees crazy. While the pranking may have lessened, the morning habits have not. You creak your eyes open, staring at the white tiled ceiling of your Vought-provided bedroom. You usually wake up with sore muscles - shifting into animals nowhere near the size of your human body will do that - and instinctively stretch your shoulders. You’re surprised to find extra weight on your right side. You turn to look at the culprit.

Annie is with you in the bed. She is still asleep, her blonde hair gently cascading over your pillows. She has one arm resting across your body, and the proximity tells you there isn’t a scrap of clothing between the two of you. From this close, you can make out each delicate eyelash and study the gentle curve of her lips. She’s smiling.

Shit.

Shit.

[venus-haze]

Dating Starlight Headcanons (F!Reader)

Note: Female reader, but no descriptors are used. This is based on an anonymous request. I’m so glad I got to write for Starlight again! Do not interact if you're under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.

Warnings: Mentions of sexually explicit content. Do not interact if you're under 18.

• Asking you out was one of the most nerve-wracking things Annie ever did, considering how she was raised and her position as part of The Seven, but that didn’t compare to how great she felt when you said yes

• Annie’s so supportive of you, and she especially appreciates if you’re supportive of her, no strings attached. She’s spent most of her life doing things that other people wanted her to do, so knowing you’re in her corner no matter what means a lot to her

• If you want to go public with your relationship, she’s initially hesitant, not because she’s ashamed, but because of the danger it’d put you in and how awful Vought can be. She’s willing to fight for you, though, and especially push back on any bullshit that the marketing team may try to push

• Y’all will end up having to stand on Vought’s float at New York Pride, it’s a little cringy but kinda sweet too

• Also you’re Annie’s date to any Vought event! Investor gala, fundraising dinner, movie premiere, you’re there. She feels a lot more comfortable when she knows you’re around, plus it’s an excuse to see you in gorgeous dresses. She’s definitely gotten distracted by you in the middle of a conversation before

• You and Annie do pretty much everything together, road trips and concerts and movie nights! She especially loves road trips because y’all get to spend so much time together and just talk and eat junk food and stop to see weird attractions on the way to your destination

• Y’all constantly make each other playlists and send all kinds of posts and videos throughout the day that made you think of each other

• She’s also big on video calling you when she knows it’s going to be a long day and she won’t get to see you for a while

• You know how tough Annie’s job can be, and sometimes she comes over to your place frustrated and exhausted, and being the incredible girlfriend you are, you make sure she’s comfortable on your bed and go down on her, teasing a bit just to bring that pent up frustration to the surface before making her fall apart on your tongue

• She made the power in your building go out when she came once. You haven’t let her live it down

• Annie definitely returns the favor, and she’s willing to top if you’re not comfortable with topping or in the mood to do it. She’d never admit it, but she likes the control it gives her when she feels like she’s constantly being undermined by both Vought and The Boys (and also using a Starlight-themed strap-on that’s definitely not Vought-approved gives her a bit of an ego boost)

• Loves giving and receiving praise! She loves you so much and never wants you to feel anything but absolutely safe with her. After everything she’s been through, hearing you praise her definitely makes her feel safe with and appreciated by you too

• Sometimes it can be tough going on dates in public because every now and then people recognize her, even if she’s not in her Starlight costume. She tries to balance being gracious to fans while also being respectful of your time and privacy but like, you get it, she’s part of the most visible superhero team in the world

• You inevitably get wrapped up in The Boys’ various plans despite Annie trying to keep you separate because of how dangerous it is. You’re cool with everyone and help how you can, but whenever Butcher’s mean to Annie you tell him off and she gets kinda flustered at you standing up for her. It’s really cute🤭

[hughiecampbelle]

The Boys Preference: Wearing Something Tight/Skimpy

Requested: heyy! can i request a The Boys preference where (during early relationship) they see reader in more tight fitting clothes for the very first time (reader usually wears baggy jeans and oversized shirts, but now for once wears shorts and a tight fitting tanktop or smth) tysm! - @yinorathedragontamer

A/N: Screaming I love this! As someone who loves baggy clothing, there's nothing better than showing off the ✨️goods✨️ when I feel like it lol. This was super fun to imagine! I hope you like it! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Butcher is pretty shocked. Whereas you usually lean towards oversized shirts and big pants, you were dressed in something revealing, tight. You tried to look casual, secure, but underneath you were full of insecurities. You think I look stupid, you say, following his gaze up and down your body. Stupid is the last word he'd ever use. Butcher wears this wicked smile, telling you exactly what he thinks. You laugh, telling him to shut up before he's saying anything else. He loves what he sees. Because your relationship is still new, he's trying to be on his best behavior, but you know how his mind works. You throw your sweatshirt over your outfit, calling him ridiculous, laughing at him. Now that he knows what's underneath those oversized layers, he can't keep his thoughts or hands off you.

Hughie is all giggles and smiles. He hadn't realized you'd kept one of your suits from your time at The Seven. This suit, however, was different from the one you regularly wore. This was tighter, more exposing, showing off every curve and contour of your body. It was the only one you were allowed to take with you and there was a reason you rarely put it on. He wasn't used to seeing you like this. You wore big sweatshirts and wide pants. He never thought he'd be as surprised as he was when he finally saw you, but he was. Your body was. . . wow. He tries to hide his excitement, but he can't. Seeing this, you do a little spin for him, growing self-conscious. Do I look stupid? You ask. He's quick to tell you you look amazing. Because your relationship is still new, he doesn't want to sound too excited, but to him, you look amazing. He's glad he got to see you like this.

Annie wants to show you off to everyone. She knows now is not the time nor place: you've put on your old Supe suit to make a point against those in favor of Homelander. It's serious and important and dangerous given his fans would do anything to get a piece of you, anything to tear you down. But she can't help it, she can't take her eyes off you. She's never seen you in your suit before. You quit The Seven before your promo pictures could come out, after you'd been introduced. You took the suit with you. By then, you'd had a sort of a cult following, people interested in your story before you had the spotlight shown on you. It helped that you and Annie were newly together. She hadn't realized you'd kept your suit so when you showed up at Starlight House wearing it, she was speechless. She'd never seen your body like that before. She couldn't take her eyes off you.

M.M. is speechless. You got all dressed up for a date. Before this, your dates had always been casual, spur of the moment, low key. Tonight Marvin went all out for reservations at a fancy place you'd never even heard of. You figured you'd pull out your best clothes which just so happened to be a little tighter and more revealing that your typical wardrobe. He picks you up at your place, not recognizing you at first. You're self-conscious, making a joke about your appearance before anyone else has the chance. He wouldn't though. He thinks you look amazing. He was always more than a little curious as to what exactly you were hiding under big t-shirts and baggy pants, but your relationship was new and so he felt a little shy wondering. Now he was glad he had waited: you were breath taking.

Frenchie is obsessed. Mon Couer, where have you been hiding all this?! It definitely makes you laugh and a little embarrassed. He's never minded your usual clothes. He's all for oversized sweatshirts and comfort and the overall aesthetic. He thinks you look adorable in your usual clothes, but this? Wow. Just wow. You jokingly tell him to pick is jaw off the floor. You and Kimiko are going undercover as a wealthy couple. She's all dressed up and waiting for you. Not only are your clothes expensive looking, but they fit like a glove. He's never seen so much of your body. It drives him wild. You get compliments from everyone, but Frenchie, your new boyfriend, can't get enough of you. If this mission weren't so important and time sensitive, he would have spent the whole night telling you just how sexy you looked.

Kimiko has never seen this much of you all at once. Together you're going undercover. She's wearing a dress with her hair and makeup done. It makes her feel like a clown. Still, she does it because she has to. And you do, too. You lose the baggy pants and big shirts for something a lot more tight and way more revealing. The rest of The Boys have a lot to say, all of it you laugh at and tell them to shut up. Kimiko hopes it's too dark to see that she's blushing, watching you step out of the car. If she spoke she would have been speechless. Instead she plays it off cool, telling you you look great, before going in. In any chance she can get though she stares you up and down, taking you in, smiling to herself. She doesn't get distracted about anything, but you? Oh you're all she can think about.

Bonus! Homelander doesn't really think about your body, or anyone's body. It's more of a want more than anything else and it typically involves milk. Still, when you come out and show everyone your suit, he's pretty speechless. Your civilian clothes and fashion are oversized, baggy, and comfortable. He's never really seen your body before, no one has. Your PR team wanted to fix that though. You're not so sure about your suit: it leaves little to the imagination. When you step out you're embarrassed, wishing for your sweatshirt. Homelander never compliments anyone unless it's backhanded, but he really does like what he sees. It's kind of a throw away line, one that seems innocent and nonchalant, but for him it's a huge deal. He can't stop thinking about you. Even when you put on the other variations, he has final say. Everyone is too scared to say no to him. He liked the first one so you wear the first one.

Bonus! Soldier Boy is practically drooling. The moment he sees you his jaw is on the floor. He's never minded your usual fashion: baggy clothes were comfortable and cute. He would have minded had he known you were hiding *all that* beneath oversized sweatshirts/sweaters/t-shirts and baggy pants. He can't help himself (not that he ever held anything back usually) when he makes remarks and jokes and innuendos. It comes out so fast it's almost compulsive, he's barely breathing between words. The Boys think it's hilarious how much attention you're getting from him considering they've grown used to these switch ups between clothes. He practically begs you for an ounce of attention, affection, and you use it as leverage. As long as you're wearing as little as possible, Soldier Boy will do anything you want.

[tojigasm]

Sitting in Butcher's lap and Starlight sitting next to the two of you and she's just kissing all over you and butcher's kissing up your neck and around your jaw and they're both telling you what a good girl you are GUYS GUYS GUYS

[st4rlights-gf]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ let me; annie⋆.°

summary; after a heated argument with annie, you're left badly wounded. word count; 538 pairing; annie january x reader

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“Y/N, I’m telling you, you cannot give up!” Annie yells, stepping forward toward you sitting with your head in your hands. “Annie, for fucks sake, I can’t take this anymore! I’m not made for this! I’m not like you, I’m not like everyone else! I want a normal life!” You spit, clenching your jaw, your eyes jabbing into hers. “How many more fucking times do I have to say it?” You ask her, your voice wobbling.

You have been dating Annie for the best part of two years. Two whole years worth of a normal life you’re not getting back. You love Annie, obviously, but this life? It’s so easy for her. She’s unstoppable. You? Quite the opposite.

She turns around, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Frenchie almost died because of me. He’s vital to us, and you expect me to accept that? What if he died?”

“But he didn’t!” She retorts. “Listen, if you quit, you’re still on Vought’s radar. There’s no one to back you up. If you stay, you have everyone here. We can keep each other safe.” She attempts to stay calm, to resolve this. You sigh.

Standing up, you walk over to Annie. “I’m exhausted, Annie,” you huff, your eyes glossing over. “Vought isn’t going anywhere. Nothing we do is ever going to be good enough. We’ve tried and tried and nothing seems to work. I just want to go home.” You gasp, your sight moving from her face to the floor.

“You want to go home?” She repeats, her chest rising up and down. “You think just because you want to go home, they’ll let you? You get to just—just go back to how life was?” Her tone changes, frustrated and sullen. She runs a hand through her hair, avoiding all eye contact.

“Annie-”

“No!” She raises her hand in the air; a burst of yellow-white cracks fly through the air, bolts hitting your shoulder. Searing heat lashes through your entire body, pushing you toward the floor. A hiss escapes your lips as the pain spreads from your shoulder toward your toes. You lay there, helpless, as the colour from Annie’s face drains almost completely. “Y/N!” She rushes over to you, instantly falling to her knees.

“I’m so sorry,” her voice is small now, “Y/N, I’m so sorry, I—I didn’t mean to…” her voice cracks, her hand drapes over your hair, her fingertips running through, combing it. Tears fall desperately down her face, strangled cries escape her throat. You look up at her, terror and panic covering your face. Your body shakes from trauma.

You sit up slowly, and she watches your every move. Your bottom lip wobbles, mouth partly open. “I—I need a break.” You look at her, disdain coursing through your veins. You somehow find the courage to stand up. Annie remains on the floor, glancing up at you, eyes full of sorrow.

You’re clutching your arm, attempting to dull the pain, but when you look down at Annie, this definitely hurts more than the blisters forming around your wound.

“We need a break.” You turn around, heading toward the door. Annie sits there, wishing she could do something. Wishing she could turn back time, just five damn seconds.

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