#being the side character in your own life gets a bit boring from time to time

[starpros-sunshine]

The fact that I'm genuinely considering going to a triple feature in march which will go for six hours just because they're showing the back to the future trilogy and I have never watched those movies and I yearn for stories to tell says something about me I'm sure but I'm not quite sure what. I'm not even sure if I want to know what.

[simp4fictionalmenandjesus]

Yandere platonic batfamily with a ‘definition of average reader.’

You’ve always been a low-key background character type person. Your grades were normal, every report card since you started getting report cards are all filled with B’s. At school, you’re not popular or unpopular. You have a close group of friends, and know a few people from outside of school. You play a sport, but don’t exceed at it.

The only thing that wasn’t average about you was your family.

Gotham’s sweetheart, Bruce Wayne, adopted you when you were 12 for IDK WHAT REASON HE JUST DID OKAY?????? Anyways. You were the normal amount of awkward that a 12 year old is in the face of their new family.

At your first official family dinner you sat between your older brother Dick and older sister Cass. (Yes, Alfred did strategically plan the seating so the most amicable people would be next to you.) Dick Ames you about school, your friends, your hobbies and all that jazz.

Now, you’d think a table full of vigilantes who have faced off against Gods, traveled the universe, made leaps of technology, and regularly interact with aliens and creatures of myth would be a bit bored when hearing about your math class and a new tv show you were watching. However, the fact that you’re biggest life problems was learning algebra made you seem somewhat precious in their eyes.

So they listen, and they watch, and they become more invested in your life, then, in you.

When Dick’s in town he picks you up from school and brings you to get a sweet treat while asking you about your school day. Unfortunately for the vigilante, he’s not stationed in Gotham so he’ll have to settle for face time calls. Sometimes it’s surprising how much he remembers from your past rambles. You swear he lost have a recording device in his brain, when you bring thay up to him, he laughs, ruffles your hair and glances at the tiny scar behind your ear.

Jason, on the other hand, insists on taking you out for outings, thought he always insists that you plan them. He asks you to bring him to your favourite places and you always comply, taking him to the street food stand where you go with your friends to buy snacks after school, or the manor’s own gardens where Jason will carry you on his shoulders to get a closer look at whatever caught your eyes in a tree. And sure, it’s kind of weird that he already knows the most efficient way to drive to those places before asking you, but he told you he just knew Gotham well.

The brother you see least is Tim seeing as he spends a lot of his time at the office or his own apartment and doesn’t particularly like going on outings much. However, you do text Tim the most. Updating him on random things as he does the same. It is a bit surprising when he texts you to stop picking your fingers in class, but when you ask him how he knows, he’ll claim it’s his sixth sense.

The brother you see most is Damian. Though he’s the one you talk to least. It’s kind of like he’s a shadow following you around. When you start attending Gotham Academy, he’ll sit with you every lunch time just listening to you talk. At the Manor, he’ll let you study in his room while he does art. All the conversations you have with him are mostly one sided with only slight nods to indicate he’s listening. When you ask why he doesn’t talk much he says that he isn’t use to saying nice things to siblings. You (correctly) assume that he doesn’t have friends and treat him extra kindly, sure, you haven’t been able to hangout with your friends at the academy lately but Damian’s family, so he gets priority, right?

Bruce isn’t too sure on how to raise you. When he suggested to his sons that they should tell you about them being vigilantes, all four refused. So, for once, the Batman didn’t really know what to do. Sure, the hundreds of parenting books he read placed emphasise on boundaries and not invading his kids privacy, but in a place like Gotham, Bruce had to be much more hands on. He has a tracker on ALL his kids, so what’s the harm of having one on you? He’s just a worried father.

The family’s yandere-ness boils over after Gotham Academy gets invaded by a group of thugs. Damian stays by you the whole time while the rest of your family, in costume, easily dispose of the thugs. You really didn’t get harmed at all, so when Bruce pulls you out of school you’re a bit shocked. Even if you can understand his worries, you explain to Bruce that you were okay and school was important to you. The conversation ends with an argument.

See, the thing with the bats is that they’re not normal at all. So the arguments that the family is used to ends with bloodshed or leaving the country. They don’t want you to hurt you but they also really don’t want you to try leaving.

The manor has a lot of stairs. Even thought Alfred can clean every corner of the manor perfectly, he won’t always know when there’s a mess. It’s rainy season as well, Titus likes rolling around in the puddles outside. So a wet trail on the stairs isn’t too absurd. Plus, it’s early in the morning, you’re a bit groggy. So when you tumbled down the stairs and break your leg, it’s not too crazy of a situation.

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Posting for now but might rewrite i was tweaking when I wrote this late at night, i confused myself and I def lost the plot a lil oops

[candiyaa]

what would the upper ranks reaction to reader ignoring them after a fight ><

LOVEEE ITTT thanks for requesting, I didn't know if u mean to include Muzan or not but so I added him !! ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍒ɞ˚‧｡⋆

WHEN THEIR S/O IGNORES THEM AFTER A FIGHT

MUZAN KIBUTSUJI

Completely unfazed at first.

Genuinely couldn't care less, he believes his point was valid and that you're overreacting.

Stubborn +++

Although the hours are getting long and he won't admit it but he's getting bored without you.

Would intently stare at you from across the room hoping you'll catch on and come back to him.

Intense staring contest at that.

Lightly considered the idea of apologizing, then came back to his senses.

This word is not even in his vocabulary.

He would go back and forth silently in front of your room, monitoring checking on you in secret.

Well not that secret...cuz you can feel his tormented aura miles away.

It started to gnaw at him yet he couldn't break character and act all needy with you so he played it nonchalant : he went to go get your favs in a pretty basket (he might be a villain and manipulator but he does know and has studied well his s/o to their likes and dislikes) and came to give it to you. Yes with that "I just happened to find this stuff so now I'm giving it to you as an act of kindness" kinda vibe. He gently holds your hand as a little sign of affection, yet it's subtle. (HE JUST WANTED SOME CONTACT AFTER ALL THESE HOURS)

"It's okay to be wrong, you see. It's simply part of life, I presume."

"BUT YOU'RE THE ONE WHO WAS WRONG-"

"Shhh, just eat now. So noisy..."

KOKUSHIBO

Just like Muzan, he was genuinely stubborn on the fact that his point was valid.

Gave you the silent treatment too.

Yet for certain reasons , he refused to leave your sides.

There was no talking. No nothing. Yet you could go in the kitchen to grab a drink, he'd be there too, doing his own thing. Leaving to go on the couch and relax in front of TV, there he is AGAIN, following you, reading a book in his fav armchair.

You even thought he was simply teasing you and trying to annoy you even more, and perhaps there was a bit of that too.

Yet it just genuinely felt so natural to be around you that he couldn't help it.

After some time, he'll just start staring at you, YES WITH THOSE SIX DAMN ETHEREAL EYES, NONSTOP. (no blinking either 😔..)

He wants to make you crack first because in his mind, he still doesn't see where is he at fault in all this.

He's more mature than Muzan tho and eventually starts to get tired of this little silent treatment game.

So, after some time ofc he's the first one to crack :

"Are you done being childish now ? I may have made a mistake, but then can we talk about it like grown adults ? I'm willing to apologize if you agree to have a talk about it."

DOMA

THAT DAMNN CRAZY AHH B

Laughs in your face.

Pushing your buttons to the very edge bc it amuses him.

Really having the best time of his life.

Though when you really get upset and give him the silent treatment, whole mood changes.

His facial expression changes, he's upset that you're upset.

And he's upset at himself for not understanding what really went wrong.

He leaves your side for some time.

Actually goes pondering and wonders if there's an emotion he didn't quite catch.

He eventually comes back, mask back on, boisterious personality back on and simply goes :

"Here, aren't these your favorite ? Ahh, it'd be such a shame if I had to eat them all by myself, don't you think ?"

Teases you with it. (Doma will forever stay Doma..)

You just know that it's his way of apologizing, so you simply accept and here you are, both on good terms again and eating sweets.

Although you did catch that tiny, genuine, reassured smiled even if it quickly disappeared as soon as you spotted it.

Creepy smile back on!!

AKAZA

He pauses.

Didn't actually mean to upset you.

Arguments are usually what he avoids yet this time it had to happen.

He spirals, wondering if his point was wrong or if he just didn't understand yours.

Deep pondering.

Completely against the idea of you giving him the silent treatment , if there's any misunderstanding, he wants to clear it as quickly as possible.

He's obviously the first to reach out, determined to have a talk with you.

Comes with your favs ofccc + flowers!!

"Hey, I think we both spoke in the heat of the moment and said things we didn't mean. I apologize if I upset you in any way, I just want to understand...Can we talk ?"

GYUTARO

Tries to play it cool and acts like it doesn't bother him whether you talk to him or not.

Pretends not to care.

“Tch…good, less naggin ig."

Internally panics.

Went to Daki for advices.

The silence really starts to get to him.

Will keep glancing your way then look away when your eyes lock.

When the silence gets too long, he starts to take it out on him, muttering to himself :

"Tch..well ofc they hate me now. They're all like that. Who wouldn't."

Hearing him say that, you came BOLTING, giving him the tightest hug EVERR.

Reassured him that none of it were true, but stayed firm on your point and talked abt what really upset you.

You both apologized for each other's behavior.

HANTENGU'S CLONES (minus zohakuten)

AIZETSU :

THE.END.OF.THE.WORLD

His s/o not talking to him = what is the meaning of life if my s/o is not in it ?

INSTANT CRAZY PANIC.

SO PANICKED HE EXPLODED, JUMPED OUT THE WINDOW, DID A BACKFLIP AND-

Okay more seriously now, he's super super extra scared.

So scared, you can't even stay mad at him seeing him eyeing you in a corner.

You're obviously the first one to crack and come to comfort him.

He did understand where he went wrong and apologized.

Pinky promise and everything's sorted out !

UROGI :

Instantly panics. He’s the most emotionally reactive of the clones and can't handle silence well. The moment you stop speaking to him, he paces around like a restless bird.

Tries to make you laugh by doing silly things.

Nudges you with his wing to make you react even a little.

Once you respond, even a little, he instantly lights up like he just won lottery.

He's CLINGY for hours afterward, afraid of making you upset again.

SEKIDO :

It started as a little argument yet things escalated pretty quickly and well he's not "Anger" for nothing..

He believes you overreacted and certainly will not apologize first

He mumbles in his corner angrily

Many hours after there he is STILL grumbling abt it again , (yk like moms when they keep talking when the argument is literaly supposed to be over 😭)

Gives you the silent treatment and thinks your reaction is childish

You had to come apologize first.

KARAKU :

Thought of it as a game at first.

Teased you and kept getting in your face.

Then started to catch on that you're really upset and will not talk to him until he apologizes.

Tries to make you laugh and succeed.

You did express what bothered you and he promised to do better in the future.

Here you are back on his lap, cuddling.

⋆˚✿˖° Heyy there I apologize for the delay but there it is !! I also apologize for the Hantengu's clones part I didn't have much imagination for that one lol Hope you guys liked it tho !! There might be grammar mistakes apologies once again... xoxo ⋆˚✿˖°

[sleepingdeath-light]

love language hcs ; the beasts

requested by ; nobody / self indulgent

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; burning spice cookie, mystic flour cookie, shadow milk cookie

outline ; “love language hcs for the beasts”

warning(s) ; potentially shaky characterisation here and there, but otherwise just fluff!

burning spice cookie

fighting / sparring

on days with favourable weather and when you have the energy for it, he loves nothing more than dragging you outside to the courtyard, throwing you a weapon and challenging you to a fight — you’ll never beat him, with him being a beast and all, but he loves watching you get all fired up and determined to win (on rare occasions he’ll even relent and let you win just to keep things interesting)

and he’s also been known to just start play fighting you randomly when the two of you are lounging together in his temple — it’s much less serious and exhausting than actual sparring, but he loves being able to catch you by surprise like that (and he certainly won’t complain about having you in such close proximity to himself when you’re trying your best to pin him down)

quality time

while he does usually default to challenging you to a fight whenever he gets bored and craves your company, given enough time burning spice cookie will start to find enjoyment in other activities that he may have otherwise labelled as ‘boring’ or ‘beneath him’

(especially if those activities happen to be things that you’re passionate about, because he can begrudgingly set aside his own disinterest for your sake if it means getting a chance to see the passion in your eyes… even if he’d never be caught dead thinking something so disgustingly sappy)

words of affirmation

being showered with endless praise was something that he grew accustomed to (and dreadfully bored of) back during his days as the herald of change, but somehow it feels different coming from you — hearing you sing his praises and affirm your affection for him and claim him as your own to others never fails to boost his ego and leave him in a much better mood than before

and while a lot of his affirmations are sandwiched between good-natured shit talking, it’s still more than obvious enough through his words that he adores you — he’s forever pushing you to be the best version of yourself that you can be, not letting you settle for mediocrity, and aggressively affirming to you that he adores you and that you more than deserve your place by his side (and that he’ll beat the snot out of anyone who says otherwise)

physical touch

hand-to-hand training, randomly picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder, pulling you up and onto his chest when you sleep in his bed with him, (somewhat) gently knocking his head against your own — a lot of his physical affection is rough and aggressive in its nature because gentleness isn’t something that comes naturally to him as the beast of destruction, but over time he does get better about not nearly crushing your bones every time he pulls you in for a hug

and when it comes to you showing him physical affection, he’s constantly encouraging you to be a bit rougher with him — bite his arms and hands, throw yourself at him, climb him like a tree, slap his chest when you’re laughing, go as far as you want because you will not hurt him and he quite enjoys watching you let go of all your inhibitions and just… be yourself without worry

mystic flour cookie

quality time

more often than not this involves the two of you just existing alongside each other (e.g. her meditating while you sleep, the two of you eating together, taking a walk through the gardens in peaceful silence, etc.) but she also enjoys listening to you talk about the things you love and answering any questions you have about the life she lived before you — in fact she finds your curiosity far more endearing than she’d ever admit

(she’s also much more short and stern with anyone who dares to interrupt her time with you regardless of why they sought either of you out — especially if you were interrupted by someone seeking her out for a blessing or gift)

honesty

after the two of you have been together for a while, she’ll start feeling comfortable enough to truly open up to you and show you the sides of herself that are too dark, too ugly, too emotional for her followers or for the wider world to see — she shows you her anger, her sorrow, her frustration, and starts to open up about the positive emotions she’s started to feel for and with you (calmness, contentedness, and love), and that’s how you know she truly trusts you as her partner

attention to detail

though she tends to come across as, well, wholly apathetic and detached as a partner, mystic flour cookie is actually a very attentive girlfriend who has a talent for committing all of the little things about you to memory — your body language, your nervous ticks, the things you like, the textures you can’t stand, etc.

loathe she is to admit to having such feelings, but she pays attention to all of these things because the idea of losing you terrifies her and she doesn’t want to risk forgetting the one person who mattered

patience

while her patience towards others is a facade she puts on to keep up an image, with you it’s nothing but genuine — when she says she could sit and listen to you talk for days at a time and never tire of your voice she’s being completely honest, when she assures you that you can take all the time you need to make a choice she truly means that she’s happy to wait for you, when she allows you to make mistakes and learn for yourself without intervening with her own knowledge and experience it’s because she respects you and wants to give you the chance to grow on your own terms, and for a woman hell bent on returning all life to flour she’s very understanding and respectful of your desire to live out your life as your own person

how… sweet?

shadow milk cookie

words of affirmation

it’s rare for shadow milk cookie to be serious with you, so it’s all too easy to brush off his compliments and praise as another way for him to tease you, said more as a way to placate you or to fluster you than anything else, but if you look beyond his impish grin and carefree demeanour then you’ll see just how genuine he’s being when he calls you handsome/beautiful or tells you that he loves you

and for his part, while he grew accustomed to empty compliments and overused praise during his time as a herald of knowledge in the old days, it still gives him pause and causes his cheeks to visibly flush whenever you genuinely compliment him or shower him in your words of affirmation — it’s cute how shocked he looks, honestly

playfulness

this jester loves nothing more than the sound of your laughter and he’s willing to do just about anything to hear it — even if that means becoming orders of magnitude more playful and theatrical around you than he is when he’s messing with people (more elaborate puppet shows, cheesier jokes, full on stand up routines based on the types of humour you find the most amusing, etc.)

and if you match his energy and are willing to act just as silly with him then that’s all the better — truly a match made in heaven

listening

shadow milk cookie generally will not shut up and has no problems talking over people to get his point across (or if he’s just bored of the conversation and wants to switch topics), but with you he’s content to quiet down and just listen to whatever you have to say even if the subject you’re talking about is something he’s unfamiliar with or otherwise wouldn’t care about

and he’s an active listener too! he asks questions where appropriate, watches you intently and follows you around if you’re a more active speaker, and will be able to recall things that you mentioned well after the fact if you ask him about it — he just… loves you a lot and so that means he loves the things that you love too

physical touch

he’s an extremely physically affectionate person and always seems to be touching you in one way or another when you’re together — when he’s not hanging off of you he’s smothering you with kisses, and when he’s not doing that he’s wrapping you up in his arms and either cuddling you until you fall asleep or tickling you until you have tears in your eyes, but no matter what he’s doing he’s always touching you (and it still never seems to be enough for him)

and, touch starved as he is after spending so long imprisoned, shadow milk cookie loves loves loves when you return the favour and smother him in affection in return — bonus points if you run your hands through his hair when kissing or just holding him because he will melt (and maybe fall asleep depending on how long you do it for)

gift giving

while he may not seem like the type, shadow milk cookie does have a distinctly sentimental side of him that came to be after the two of you got into a relationship and you started to gift him things — trinkets, letters, handmade things and items you found that made you think of him, all of which he has kept safe in his realm where he can display them without fear of any bothersome mortals messing with what’s his

(he rereads the love letters whenever you’re away, oftentimes using an illusion of you to do it so he can hear your voice, though he would never willingly admit to doing this)

[signanothername]

Hi Anó! Do you have any advice for writing characters like killer? How do you achive that nuance? I love your comics and would love to learn about your artistic process a bit!

Hi Gal!! A delight to see you in my inbox! <3

Omg thank you sm hcchhcchch (have you seen your own comics???? *shakes you* /pos)

Ok but I say this genuinely, I think your ideas and comics are such a beautiful and refreshing take on these blorbos, you’re doing such an amazing job both writing and art wise (your 2 Killers idea is so fucking good eeeeee) <3333

Ok to the question xgzggxzg

Killer is definitely.. complicated to write, I struggle with him sometimes ngl shshhdh

I honestly went and reread his entire comics, lore and answered asks to get a deeper look into him to be able to write him

But when it comes to writing him, I generally try to keep 6 things in mind at all times

1-trauma: how does the resets, working for Chara, having his code get manipulated and killing over and over again till what was new became something old affect him? (the whole idea of Killer killing people started as an offer of trying something new, so he kept killing till he got bored and killing became something stagnant)

This can easily be portrayed in Killer’s canon inability to till what’s real or not, as well as his hallucinations and the guilt he’s ridden with, always running from his past yet never outrunning it, as it always catches up to him

2- conditioning: his conditioning started from the days of Chara, then continued into his days with Nightmare, how does his conditioning affect him in his daily life?

How was he conditioned specifically? And how does that contribute to Killer’s perception of self, autonomy, self worth, and life in general? How does it change his body and mind?

Does it make him believe he’s just a machine meant to please others even when it hurts him, does it make Killer perceive vulnerability as a death sentence

How does he feel about his masters? Does he hate them down to every bone, or does he not care?

3-personality: Killer’s personality always change depending on the stage, but what are the main traits that you know Killer will always have regardless of the stage? Being quiet is one thing, he keeps to himself (as much as the fandom loves to portray him as extremely hyperactive, he’s not at all the loud, talkative, hyperactive skelle the fandom makes him out to be)

He’s also extremely secretive, seems to have knowledge that others don’t, and seems to always be up for a social interaction regardless of who’s with him

He’s also actually extremely patient (another thing the fandom stripped away from Killer’s character), and is very docile (isn’t aggressive unless pushed and never is an attack on sight kinda person) yet holds a grudge big time

He seems to see himself as superior over others, he’s extremely fucking intelligent it’s actually scary

These traits are something I try to keep consistent within my writing for Killer

4- relationships: what are his relationships with other characters like, and why?

Taking the 3 points before into consideration, how does Killer’s trauma, conditioning, and personality make him perceive others and others perceive him?

Are his relationships healthy? Toxic? Are they one sided or mutual? Does he care about the person in his vicinity or are they just another nobody? If he cares why? If he doesn’t what would he do to them?

Would he take advantage of his relationship with someone or is it a relationship he wishes for it to vanish?

5-stages: I think this is truly what makes Killer extremely complicated, cause see all of the 4 points above? how does each stage differ from each other?

How does stage 1 deal with his guilt/truama and conditioning? How does stage 2, 3, and 4 deal with them?

Depending on each stage Killer’s outward perception, personality, attitude, thoughts, and actions change

But how do they change exactly?

This is something that you need to understand each stage for to be able to integrate into writing

Stage 1 is the stage where he’s most sans like, yet never sans enough, stage 2 is when he’s apathetic to everyone and everything and perceives killing as “fun” because he’s painfully understimulated , stage 3 is when he’d attack whoever is in front of him, and stage 4 is when killer is no longer present mentally

How does each stage deal with his environment, with the people around him, how does he deal with the dissociation and how does he perceive himself in each stage?

6-environments: how does the environment Killer lives in affect him?

Killer starts in an environment of time loops, how does that affect his perception of time and reality? He then becomes Nightmare’s subordinate, a dangerous environment with constant threats to his life from every angle, how does Killer feel about it? How does he deal with it?

Will he get to try his luck and escape, or has he given up on himself and the idea of freedom? Does he even believe he has a chance for a better life in a safer environment? Will he go for a safer environment or will he cling to the comfort of what he knows?

When he does finally go to a safer environment, how would that affect him? Both positively and negatively? Would he feel like something is missing? Would his mind constantly tell him that this safe environment isn’t really safe?

Then of course, beyond these main 6 things, there’s the in between, what are Killer’s likes? His dislikes? How does he feel about sleep, food?

Generally when writing characters, it’s important to keep in mind interpersonal factors, intrapersonal factors and environmental factors that ends up affecting the character’s behavior, or in this specific situation, Killer’s behavior (god I’m realizing how much my uni major affects my writing of characters rn chchc)

But I say the biggest life saving advice I have that helps with writing characters in general (and especially complicated ones like Killer) is having the question “why” as your closest friend

When you make a statement about a character, in this instance Killer, always attach the question “why” at the end till you can’t attach it anymore, until you reach a point where asking “why” becomes unnecessary and annoying

For example:

“Killer loves golden flower tea”

Why?

It reminds him of the bed of golden flowers he passed out on

Why does that matter?

Because it was the point of no return from a change that will always dictate who he is

Why is it a point of no return?

Because his soul had deformed beyond recognition and it can never be brought back to how it used to be

Why would it dictate who he is? Why can’t he just choose to be someone else?

Because he was conditioned to be this killer by a higher power out of his control

At this point, there are no more “why”s that would make something as simple as a golden flower tea statement more nuanced than it already is, so when you ask why again, you find that you’re unable to continue giving an answer, that’s the point of where you stop

In fact, allow me to test you by giving you a quick question about your own interpretation of the characters, why does your Nightmare admire Error? What is in Error that Nightmare admires specifically?

Of course, you don’t really need to answer me, but I’m just giving you an example of how asking “why” can help you make so many simple things more nuanced

Ok but what if you know there should be an answer to a “why” but you don’t know it yet? Then you keep it in mind for later, you won’t always have the answers to everything on the get go, sometimes, you need a bit of time to figure things out and write characters the way you feel satisfy you, until then, you can work on other things about the characters

*Cough* anyway, this is honestly everything I can think of off the top of my head? Hopefully I didn’t miss anything ydfhgchchchc

Do let me know if you’d like any more help or need clarification on anything, I’d be happy to help where I can <33333

Now have a sketch of your 2 Killers cause I love them dearly, they have a special place in my heart (genuinely adore how you write Killer already btw)

[punkpandapatrixk]

🧜🏻‍♀️What’s Your Signature Style? ♦︎ Timeless Pick A Card

I promise you that you can be “THE” SLAYEST when you rock a style that is your own. A style—or styles—that is your own is one that reflects outwardly the core essence of your Soul Expression.

If you know yourself, and acknowledge your unique Light, there is not a trend or fad in this mortal realm that could ever shake your confidence in what you’re already doing!

Remember, trend-makers are never individuals known to follow trends to begin with! Are you a satisfied with yourself for being a trend-follower? Gosh, that's such loser NPC behaviour. I know you're so much more than that, you su-su-su-Superbeing❣️❣️

SONG: Supernova by aespa

MOVIE: 千年女優; Sennen Joyuu (Millennium Actress) (2001)

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Pile 1 – Bitch Barbie

VIBE: Jackie (2016)

core spiritual essence – Knight of Wands Rx

YOLO, Spiritual Gangsta! You’re a badass bitch who’s actually a lot nastier and vainer than outer appearances may give LMAO You’re such a drama queen, too. You wake up in the morning and ready to stir up some shit. You’re naughty. You’re playful. You’re creative and a bit of a prankster to the detriment of some of your closest friends. And if you have an enemy, you’re the type that’d pour gasoline on their motorbike and let them catch fire on their own!

You really like colourful stuff. Since you were a kid, you’ve always been interested in cute or weird shapes and bling knickknacks. Colours and shapes are integral to your fashion expression as a means to let your passion through. From another angle, this is also how you show people not to take you lightly. You’re attracted to weird or bold shapes and vibrant colours because they also send word to the outer world that you’re not one to mess with.

You LOVE being seen as a weirdo. It benefits you to be seen as a BITCH, too. This is a form of self-preservation AND protection. You want to weed off boring people who are only there to feed off your precious spiritual creative aenergy! You’re the school’s boss bitch who says, ‘You can’t sit with us,’ to practically everybody because you value only strong and weird, high-quality bitches who are just like you. Deep at your core, you keep to your tribe and will protect them with your Life <3

people’s first impression – XIV Temperance

You’re an enigmatic character who’s admired and feared at the same time. Because you have such a strong presence, unbeatable charisma, people can’t help but be attracted to your aenergy. And for the most part, you’re really somebody who has a pleasant smile and good manners. People’s first projection of you might be along the lines of being a good gal LMAO You seem at first glace a temperate person who adheres to social protocols. I mean, that’s only because you’re chill~

But try and get on your bad side? The psychopath takes over. You’re very serious when working towards your goals and you don’t like it when people bother you with unwarranted criticisms or unsolicited advice. You like figuring things out yourself unless you ask for other people’s opinions. When people see this side of you, then they understand you’re not all that friendly or welcoming and that they’ve been blinded by their own expectations.

From afar, people can tell you’re meant for great things in this Life. Since you’re quite unapproachable to many, they may never say this to you but they gossip amongst themselves and speculate about what such a unique person like you could achieve in this world. They shudder when thinking about all your potentials! How can such a smart badass even be real?? It feels so unfair…

fatal attraction! – Ace of Pentacles

You’re the type that should never buy fake designer items. Buying cheap-ass things that are your style is one thing, but buying fake luxury items? NAH, NO. Your Venus will cry. Check out what your Venus sign says about your values as a person and try to match your fashion style with that. For the majority of you tuning into this Pile, being bold in all the ways that suit you is the way to go. Price is not necessarily key here, it’s boldness that plays into your self-expression.

You’re the kind of person who can wear colours and accessories that usually will make other people look like clowns XD People wonder what enables you to pull off those strange colours, shapes or combinations, not knowing it’s your CONFIDENCE in yourself being able to pull them off that makes them work. It’s the RIZZ, baby~ No matter what you look like, no matter your size and skin colour, you have the power to make WHATEVER you wear on you look like something they show on the runway.

I betcha you get a lot of requests to model for your photographer friends? XD Some of you reading this have even modelled casually before. And some of you are meant to be scouted into the modelling or fashion industry in general! If not to that degree, you’re still the kind of person who could make occasional appearances on fashion magz or insta or have your face be a poster for something quite creative. You should charge good prices for your contribution to people being able to sell their shit! v$o$v

A MILLION DOLLAR STYLE~🔻💙

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sassy – Priestess of Integrity

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Pile 2 – Brooding Maniac

VIBE: The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (2011)

core spiritual essence – 4 of Cups

You one spooky bitch XD But truly, your Soul is full of colours if only people could see it! It’s just that these are colours most people won’t understand or even approve of. You possess the ability to feel and process immensely complex emotions as well as thoughts. It’s more like you think in feelings even if you identify as someone very logical. Your emotions often get heavy if you don’t learn to control them. And…you’ve really taken it to quite an extreme how well you can control or suppress your emotions now.

Some of you reading this probably have strong Earth placements, especially Capricorn, but could also have some Scorpio and Aquarius influences. The way you feel your emotions is quiet and almost…jaded. I think your Soul gets easily tired by Humans for their lack of intelligence but also for their lack of appreciation for different varieties of Beauty. You think most people are narrow-minded; just thinking about it is super exhausting.

That’s why you don’t easily show your colours to everybody. People’s disapproval of the depths of your emotions could kill your spirit on a daily basis. You’d rather not deal with that, so then you chose to sport a lot of black in your outer appearance. You could also be the type that chooses solid or ‘dull’ colours like grey or white, essentially to just…not tell people anything. The only other way you actually show your emotions, in a subtle way, is through some colours that could be found in your accessories and…HAIR <3

At least some of you dream of having colourful hair if only your society or workplace would allow that XD

people’s first impression – 8 of Cups

Instantaneously, people get this impression that you’re elusive as fuck. Like, you’re not exactly unapproachable—no, no—it’s more like, even if people try to talk to you, they already think you’re the type that won’t respond too well. You seem like you don’t talk much if at all, and people get this feeling that you’re uncomfortable with being talked to. Kinda feels like, you’re ready to flee the scene the moment someone comes up to talk to you BUHAHAH Most likely because you give off this nervous/awkward energy in social situations XD

As for your fashion, you dress so uniquely, out-there-ly, alien-ly, and people simply can’t catch up. They know they won’t be able to copy you, at least not properly. You possess a strong and unique aura that shines through your fashion sensibility and you don’t even try that hard if you’re being honest. And yet, anybody who tries to emulate or copy you will 100% look like a cheap knock-off of whatever style you’re rocking.

There is something about you that screams ORIGINAL. And yet, this is mostly caused by your lack of interest in other people’s business. You have this cold, detached aura that makes you stand out in a crowd exactly because you don’t give a fuck. At first glance, people think it’s your fashion—your clothes and accessories, your hair or nails that make you look ORIGINAL. Maybe even you think that. But no, it’s your brooding AURA that says so. You’re a maniac who ain’t interested in mingling, that’s why~

fatal attraction! – Queen of Wands

You’re a divisive character who’s either despised or admired, to an extreme. There’s no in between. Seems, indeed, like some Scorpio/8th House aenergy or some harsh Plutonian aspects XD To varying extents, and depending on your mood on a given day, people’s extreme reception of you could be mentally draining. The way I see it, you yourself don’t even understand why people are damn drawn to you. You kinda wish people would leave you alone. At least the ones you don’t care about.

But…you definitely are incredibly pretty. You have a very attractive face, you know that? And then there’s your fashion sense that tells the right kind of people that you truly are a creative/artistic person who has many stories to tell because you feel very deeply. And yet, you don’t talk to people at all and that’s mystifying. Meanwhile, the haters are also attracted to your aenergy because something about your originality is a direct insult to their lack of AUTHENTICITY ho ho ho~

You give people a reason to connect and unite in their petty hatred and that’s very refreshing for those types of people to talk about LMAO Ain’t you a hero, my dear? Anyway, this may sound so random but I’m getting that you might wanna hang out at some art gallery or library? You could meet someone or see an ad/announcement for an event that could change your Life for the better! Your brooding style could get you some unique opportunities that could potentially make you very happy <3

A MILLION DOLLAR STYLE~🔻🧡

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sassy – Priestess of Inspiration

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Pile 3 – Plutonian Siren

VIBE: Flesh and the Devil (1926)

core spiritual essence – 8 of Pentacles

Daym, you’re a total hustler babe, aren’t ya? For one, at the core of your being you know that you were born into this world with a strong purpose. When you were a kid, you probably didn’t have the words to describe this knowing but it was clear to you that you weren’t supposed to fit in or be ‘normal’, whatever ‘normal’ meant within your norm XD You’ve always been the kinda person who deviated from your mainstream society. You couldn’t help it; you just had to be an anomaly.

Truth be told, you’ve a strong Sirenian spirit (if that’s even a word). You’re like a combination of a bitch barbie and a brooding maniac. You’ve a strong dark Plutonian and chaotic Neptunian aenergy about you and this is SCARY to a lot of people. If you grew up in a toxic household, I betcha an adult in your ‘family’ despised you for just being you. Could be a mean uncle or auntie as well if you had a good relationship with your own parents ;P

Did you know that in some literature Sirens were actually not mermaids? They’re more akin to evil harpies? XXD You’re an evil harpy at your worst and a singing mermaid at your best. I tell you people shouldn’t mess witcha. The karma will be heavy on them because you essentially come from a strong lineage of powerful witches! <3

people’s first impression – 9 of Cups

Wherever you are in the world, when you walk, you’re like a dream come true. You possess a natural charm that transcends race, culture, localised standards or whatever. In every situation and all nations you are beautiful, magnetising and charming. Your sheer existence makes people daydream. I’m sure you’ve heard this a lot, ‘You smell really nice.’ ‘Y/N always smells nice.’ ‘When you’re around it always smells nice.’

You’re so fucking unreal for this mortal world. Due to your Neptunian aenergy—could also be strong/significant 12th House placements—people project on you without a care for your feelings. Or should we say, they project on you without a care for their own safety? When somebody crosses the line, you snap like a sea dragon and they’re done, forever LMAO

As much as people are intrigued by you they are afraid of you. There is this depth to you that makes people suspect that once they’re in they’re never gonna be able to crawl out of your aenergy field. You’re kinda like Tomie now that I think about it. So the ones who are able to sense this swirling darkness in you will try to steer away from your charm~ Good for them because most of the time, you don’t even like it when people are up in your ass non-stop XD

fatal attraction! – 5 of Pentacles Rx

Of all the Piles, your natural charm is definitely chaotic. It’s almost demonic! Yours is a fatal attraction for sure because you will cause insanity in the minds of whoever tries to get a taste of your aenergy. And you’re out here chillin’, completely clueless as to what’s going on with the idiots around you. Why’s everybody simping? I ain’t even do nothing.

For whatever personal reasons, most people have this fantasy about you saving them from whatever boring Life they’re living. Some really sick minds could expect—even demand—you to be their stupid little Pixie Dream Girl when in reality you’re the FURTHEST thing from that. People could get SO dangerously unreasonable when it comes to desiring you.

I’ve got to say that you’d better protect yourself good, girl. Do everything in your power to steer away from bitter and jealous aenergy, because the people under your involuntary spell might indeed endeavour to cause you harm. Beware of men who could assault you and women who would trick and tarnish your reputation. I’m reminded of this quote by Claude Debussy:

‘People don’t very much like things that are beautiful… they are so far from their nasty little minds.’

For being such an unrealistically beautiful creature with an aura of mysticism, lots of people are attracted to your magnificence because they want to make it their own or destroy it, not because they appreciate your existence. Be selective with who you allow to get to know you~ <3

A MILLION DOLLAR STYLE~🔻💚

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Pairing: Johnny Storm (as portrayed by Joseph Quinn) x fem!Reader

Summary: You’re a journalist who is tasked with getting a closer look at the people behind the Fantastic Four. You could never have anticipated how close you’d get to one Fantastic member in particular.

Word Count: 3.8k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: I’m going in blind with this one; nothing is set in stone with regards to plot/setting/characters/other; set during the early years of the Fantastic Four (the first few months, if we’re being really specific); professional journalism tactics kind of go out the window here; don’t get it twisted, the reader has good intentions; Johnny is the only one who uses his powers: repeated use of the word “fantastic,” particularly towards the end; no use of (Y/N)

Author’s Note: Am I joining the few who are writing stories about a character from a movie that hasn’t even come out yet? Yes.

Will I write more stories leading up to the movie’s release and afterwards? Maybe.

Will you enjoy this story? I hope so!

P.S. I DO NOT OWN THE FANTASTIC FOUR OR ANYTHING ELSE MARVEL-RELATED!!!

P.P.S. We’ll see how many things I mention here will come true come July.

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Everyone knew the story by now. Reed Richards (one of the most brilliant scientists of the 20th century), Sue Storm (his wife), Johnny (Sue’s brother), and Ben Grimm (a friend of Reed’s and a great fighter pilot) went into space and came back… different. They each developed unique abilities – Reed could stretch any part of his body, Sue could turn invisible, Johnny could produce flames and fly, and Ben’s skin turned into rock which made him strong and indestructible. Over the course of a few months, plenty of journalists interviewed them about their experience and newly-acquired powers. Those same journalists even came up with a neat name – the Fantastic Four.

But they only spoke about the science behind it all. No one took the time to really get to know the family behind the Fantastic Four. You wanted to change that. You wanted to show the more personal, human side of them. You wanted everyone to know that underneath it all they were still a regular family. That was your pitch when you initially talked to Sue over the phone. She whole-heartedly agreed and, before you knew it, you had scheduled an all-day interview at the Baxter Building.

You were so excited, which turned into nervousness throughout the week.

What if they turned out to be horrible people?

What if they were boring?

What if you were a horrible or boring journalist?

All of these and more doubts plagued you even as you laid in bed the night before the interview. You closed your eyes and tried to push all these thoughts from your mind, praying for sleep to come to you. You’d need all your beauty rest for the big day that awaited you.

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From the moment you shook hands with Sue Storm, all your doubts flew out the window. Talking with her was like talking to an old friend. You two sat on the couch and you took extensive notes as she talked about her life, her relationship with her family and Johnny, and her marriage with Reed. She was as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside.

Speaking of Reed, you met him next. He was in his lab working on some equations when Sue gently pulled him away to talk to you. He was a bit awkward with his answers, clearly being more used to talking about science rather than anything personal. You were still patient with him, , absorbing anything and everything he gave you, even if most of it was vague. That’s when Ben came in.

You had seen photos of Ben in other news outlets, both before and after the family’s trip to space, but you were still surprised when you saw him up close in his rock form. You quickly got over it once he started regaling you with tales of having Reed as a friend, the many dumb things they had done together over the years, and his own stories about growing up in New York and being a pilot. He also showed you his recipe for spaghetti and tomato sauce, which was on the menu for the family dinner that night.

As Ben led you to the kitchen, you met Herbie, the family’s robot. He was a bit skittish around you at first, but he soon warmed up to you. You thought he was so cute and helpful.

“Thank you, Herbie,” you said as he cleaned your knife so you could chop some more vegetables for the salad and listen to Ben’s stories. You were having such a good time that you were no longer taking notes, your pen and notepad forgotten on the far side of the kitchen counter. Everything was so memorable, though, you had no doubt you’d be able to recount it all once you sat down to type it up later.

“Honey, I’m home!” you heard someone call out as the elevator doors opened and closed. The voice sounded young and energetic. You had a fairly good idea of who it could be; there was only one person you hadn’t talked to yet. “Mmm, dinner smells good, dear!” he continued, turning the corner to the kitchen. Sure enough, it was Johnny Storm.

As soon as he saw you, he stopped in his tracks. This allowed you to get a good look at him. He was on fire in most of the magazine photos you saw of him, which meant that you didn’t know what he really looked like. He was the male version of his sister – striking blonde hair and equally-striking blue eyes. He was downright handsome, so handsome that your heart skipped a beat. You shook the thought from your mind and tried to maintain your composure. Johnny was trying to do the same, but failing.

“Uh… hi,” he said, his hand weakly coming up to give you an awkward wave.

“What’s with you, Johnny?” Ben asked with a smirk. “You’re acting like you’ve never seen a pretty girl before.”

His observation made you and Johnny blush hard. Ben then came over and took the knife from you.

“I can finish up here, kid,” he said. “Why don’t you give Johnny the third degree? Maybe you’ll get some good dirt before dinner’s ready.”

“Dirt?” Johnny asked as you picked up your pen and notepad.

“Nothing bad, I swear!” you exclaimed, your carefully-crafted composure breaking instantly. You regained it once again as you quickly went up to Johnny and held out your hand for a proper handshake. “I’m a reporter for the Daily Bugle. I’m interviewing you to show your more personal side to the public.”

Johnny quirked an eyebrow at your phrasing. Realizing your mistake, you retracted your hand and backtracked. “Not like that! I just want to show the public how relatable you are. And it’s not just you! It’s all of you. But I’ve already interviewed the others, so all that’s left is… you.”

You stood there in heavy silence. You admittedly dumped quite a bit on him and you assumed he needed a moment to process everything. In reality, Johnny was processing how lovely your voice sounded.

“Okay,” he finally said blankly.

You smiled nervously and turned to the family table. “Would you like to sit here and get started?”

“Okay,” he repeated. You slowly moved to take a seat and Johnny followed you. Ben couldn’t help but think of a puppy following its owner at the sight.

Once you both got comfortable (as comfortable as you could get, given the tension between you two), you cleared your throat and began.

“So, the first question I’ve been asking everyone is, ‘What is one thing you want the public to know that they don’t already?’”

Johnny just stared at you, not really thinking about the question. He was thinking about how beautiful you looked with just the light coming from the kitchen. You were different from the other journalists who wanted an interview. They were all old, to the point, not amused. You, however, seemed warm, open, like he could tell you anything.

“Here’s something no one knows – he sleeps with a teddy bear!”

Except that.

You and Johnny whipped your heads around to see Herbie making noises akin to laughing at Ben’s joke. Johnny’s mouth hung open but produced no sound. You stifled your own laughter, not wanting to add to the poor man’s potential embarrassment.

“I, uh… I don’t sleep with a teddy bear,” Johnny finally got out.

Your burst into giggles.

“It’s okay!” you insisted. “I still have my bunny rabbit from when I was a girl. My dad gave it to me for Christmas before we moved to New York.”

Johnny cracked a smile at that. He reiterated, “Well, I mean, I do have a teddy bear, but it was meant for Sue. I won it at a fair when we were little. It has a blue bow with bright yellow stars. Out parents tease us now that it was an early sign of us going to space.”

“So, you two have always had a passion for space?”

“I wouldn’t say ‘passion.’”

“What would you say you’re passionate about then?”

“Cars. I think the newer models look so cool. I’m actually working with Reed on creating a car for the family.”

“Really?” you asked, your eyebrows raised.

“Yeah!” Johnny leaned forward and motioned for you to do the same. He whispered, “It’ll look like the ones out now, but it’ll have some neat features. I’m hoping we can get it to fly.”

Your eyes grew big with wonder. “Wow! That sounds amazing!”

Johnny smiled widened with pride. “Thank you. But, can you not put that in your notes? I want it to be a surprise.”

“Of course,” you nodded. “Do you have any other interests?”

You certainly caught my attention, Johnny said in his mind. Before it could come out of his mouth, though, he decided to redirect with, “Well, on my off-days I like going to the movies.”

“Do you have any favorites?”

“I like the ones with action, like Ben-Hur.”

“He also likes those cartoon ones! Tell her how you cried like a baby during Sleeping Beauty!”

“I did not!” Johnny glared at Ben, which made the rock man chuckle and Herbie laugh again.

You admitted, “I certainly cried during Sleeping Beauty. It was beautiful.”

Johnny refocused on you, softening at your confession. “You like movies, too?”

“Sort of. I’m more into live shows. I really want to go see Camelot on Broadway.”

“Me, too! I heard it’s good.”

“My friend saw it with her family last week and said it was spectacular.”

Before you could continue, you heard the front door open. Reed and Sue entered arm in arm.

“I hope these two haven’t been giving you any trouble,” Sue said with a grin.

“Not at all,” you assured her. “I was just getting started on Johnny’s part of the interview.” You turned to look at the clock. It was 7pm. You then turned to see Ben putting the finishing touches on dinner. “But it’s getting late and I know that this is family time. I should probably be heading home.”

“Are you sure?” Sue asked. “You’re more than welcome to stay for dinner and finish afterwards.”

“Yeah, kid,” Ben agreed, bringing over the finished salad. “I mean, you helped me with all this.”

You blushed at their insistence but still began collecting your things. “No, no, I understand how important this is to you all. I don’t want to encroach on that. I can just come by another time this week. I’ll call to schedule, of course.” You held out your hand to Sue. “I appreciate you letting me interview you all. Ms. Storm.”

Sue nodded and shook your hand. “You’re welcome.”

You then turned to Reed to grant him the same gesture. “Dr. Richards.”

“A pleasure,” he said with a smile.

You then turned to Ben. “Mr. Grimm.”

“Ben, please,” he said.

“Ben,” you nodded. “And Herbie…” you addressed the robot, who lifted his hand up to offer a wave. You returned it with a giggle.

There was just one person left. “Mr. Storm. Johnny.”

You extended your hand to him, which he took after a beat. His hand felt warm, but you couldn’t tell if it was his power or if that was how he naturally was. You let go first and were about to head for the elevator when he suddenly stepped in front of you.

“I can lead you out… to the front… of the building… if you like.”

Your mouth formed a small “O” at Johnny’s forwardness. He looked at you with a mix of hesitancy and hope.

“Um… yes,” you finally answered. “If you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” he said with a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He let you take the lead to the elevator, turning around to quickly say to the others, “Go ahead and start without me!” Had he waited a second longer, he would’ve seen Sue and Reed looking at each other (although she seemed to have more of a clue as to what was going on than him), and Ben looking at Herbie with his own knowing look.

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Johnny was supposed to lead you to the front of the building, but then the two of you got to talking a bit more in the elevator about what a shame it was that your interview got cut short. This led to you revealing some of the questions you didn’t get a chance to ask, one of them being, “What’s your favorite place in the world?” He stated that the answer was actually really close by and asked if you would join him. You agreed, and he pressed some buttons to make the elevator go up instead of down.

After what felt like a long time (“So many floors,” Johnny joked), the doors eventually opened. The cool air of the New York night hit you square in the face. You were outdoors, on the roof. Johnny walked out first and turned on a side switch. Some lights came on to light the way. He then led you to a picnic table that sat a good distance away from the ledge. As you got closer to it, you could see that it was close enough so you could see all the buildings, traffic, and people down below. You marveled at the sight.

“Welcome to my favorite place in the world,” Johnny said. “Ever since I was a kid, I loved to see the city come alive at night. I always wondered what it would look like from up high. Now I get to see it every day.”

“I can see why it’s your favorite place,” you said under your breath. “This is an amazing view.” You slowly sat down, taking everything in. Johnny sat next to you, but he wasn’t looking at the sights. He was looking at you and thinking about how you looked good in this lighting, too.

He hastily looked away before you caught him. Why was he acting like this? It’s not like he’d never been with a girl before. He’d been out plenty of times with all different types of girls. There was something about you, though, that just… clicked for him.

Normally, he would act on his feelings, be bold and ask you out. But you weren’t a normal girl. You were special, and not just in that way. You were here to do an interview, a job. You had been so professional so far. Johnny needed to do the same. So, he shoved his feelings down and cleared his throat.

“So, what else did you want to ask me?”

You tore your gaze away from the view below and blinked at him. Oh, yes, the interview. You reached into your bag for your pen and notepad and picked up where you left off. You asked him all sorts of questions.

“What’s your favorite food?”

“Anything that’s hot and tastes good.”

“Do you watch any television?”

“Yes. I love the comedies. I hope to meet Dick Van Dyke one day.”

“Besides the car, do you have any other ideas for your family?”

“I’m trying to get Reed to make uniforms for us. Maybe in blue. It’d go great with my eyes, don’t you think?”

You giggled at that particular response.

There soon came a lull in the conversation, during which he looked out at the city in seemingly deep contemplation.

“Penny for your thoughts?” you dared to ask.

He turned back to you. “Remember earlier when you asked me what I wanted the public to know that they don’t already?”

You nodded, setting your writing utensils down on the table. You wanted to give him all your energy and attention.

He took a deep breath.

“I don’t know who I am in this family.”

You looked at him confused.

“I mean, Reed is super smart. Ben is really strong. Sue has such a big heart. I guess I don’t really know where that leaves me. I do what I can, sure, but I don’t know if it amounts to much.”

Your confusion soon turned into sympathy. You found yourself setting aside your professional instincts to gently take Johnny by the hands. He was surprised at the action but didn’t stop you. You took your own deep breath.

“Johnny Storm, in the short amount of time I’ve talked with you, I can tell that you are smart, strong, and have heart in your own way. You have a great energy about you. You are so funny, which makes you so charming. You’re forward-thinking. And I can see that you love your family very much, even when Ben gets on your nerves. And I’m not saying all of this as someone trying to get dirt for some big article. I’m honestly telling you that you are your own person, Johnny.”

Johnny looked into your eyes and tried not to get lost in them as he tried to find even an ounce of doubt. He didn’t find it. “Thank you,” he whispered. He did find, though, that your hands were getting cold.

“Is it getting a bit chilly out here to you?” he asked, letting his thumbs go back and forth over the top of your hands. His gentle movements made your heart skip again.

“J-Just a little,” you managed to say. He didn’t even think before pulling his hands away.

“Maybe this will help.”

After a bit of concentration, Johnny’s hands caught on fire. You gasped and nearly jumped back to safety before you remembered that this was his power. He could control it. You moved back to him, holding your hands fairly close to the flames. You were mesmerized at the sight. As you stared at his hands, Johnny stared at your face, noting how it was lit up by his fire and seemed to light up on its own.

“This is nice,” your voice pulled him back to reality, “but I was honestly fine with just holding hands.”

He let out a small “oh” before letting the fire die. After giving him time to cool off, you went back to holding his hands and he went back to rubbing yours with his thumbs. You both sat like that for a while.

It suddenly hit you, “Your dinner must be cold by now.”

“I can heat it up, remember?” Johnny asked with a smirk.

You mentally smacked yourself in the head. “Of course.”

Johnny let out a breathy laugh. This is nice, he thought. And before he could stop himself, he said, “Speaking of dinner…”

He abruptly stopped. Is this a bad idea?

You stared at him in anticipation. He gulped.

Well, no turning back now.

He gathered all his strength and finished his sentence, “I was wondering if I could… take you out sometime.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. He clarified, “I talked a lot about myself tonight, and I know that’s the point of the interview, but I really want to get to know you more.”

That made your eyes widen even more. He clarified again. “I like you. I really like you. And I would’ve asked you out as soon as I saw you, but you’re… different. Different from any girl-person I’ve ever met. And I didn’t know how to deal with that, except that I wanted to be respectful of you. And I know that you’re here for a job and I respect that, but I figure that since we’re done with the interview, we’re under no reporter-client privilege anymore. Is that the right term? Like how doctors can’t have relationships with their patients?”

You stood there with your mouth hung open in shock. Just when you thought you had figured Johnny Storm out, he threw you for so many loops. A laugh couldn’t help but fall from your mouth.

Johnny looked at you with confusion, which turned into concern, which evolved into shame. He slowly pulled his hands away. 

As soon as he did that, you stopped and immediately went to cradle his face.

“Johnny… Johnny…” you started, trying to bring him back to you. You stared directly into his eyes, and with all your heart you said, “I’d love to go out with you.”

That was your loop just for Johnny. His own eyes widened and his mouth hung open. “Can I kiss you?” he suddenly asked.

You answered by slowly pulling him towards your lips. It was feather-light at first, then it became firmer. Your hands continued to hold Johnny’s face as his hands went to your waist. He didn’t need his powers to create the warmth between you two. You stayed like that for a good long while, eventually breaking apart for air. Johnny’s hands slowly crept up to meet yours and brought them back down. You sat in comfortable silence until it hit you again.

“It’s getting late. I should really be going home. And your family must be getting worried.”

“Yeah,” he nodded. He got up first and, like a gentleman, held his arm out for you. You graciously took it and walked with him to the elevator.

As you rode down to the first floor, you asked, “So, what exactly are we doing for our date?”

“I was thinking we could finally see Camelot,” Johnny explained. “And maybe, if you’re up for it, we can talk about it over a nice burger afterwards. I know a great place that stays open late.”

“That sounds perfect. Add ‘romantic’ to your list of qualities, Mr. Storm.”

Johnny blushed before quipping, “And to your article?”

You contemplated it for a second. “Maybe. Or maybe I’ll keep it that tidbit to myself for now.”

You and Johnny chuckled before finally making it to solid ground. He made sure to walk you all the way to the front door, and he may or may not have slowed down a little so he could stay with you for a couple more minutes. When you reached your destination, you turned around.

“I look forward to hearing from you, Johnny.”

“I look forward to reaching out to you, and reading your article. Be kind, yeah?”

“How could I not? You and your family are so… fantastic.”

Johnny rolled his eyes and you giggled madly.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I couldn’t resist!”

Johnny then leaned in to give you a quick kiss. “You’re lucky you’re pretty fantastic, too.”

You blushed before finally stepping out of the Baxter Building and into the real world. You managed to hail a taxi and rushed to catch it. Before you got in, you turned back to the building. Johnny was holding the door open to look at you one more time. You waved each other goodbye and went your separate ways.

You let out a huge breath as you got comfortable in your seat.

What a fantastic interview with a fantastic family. Hopefully, it’d make for a fantastic article.

For now, you needed to prepare yourself for a fantastic date with a fantastic man.

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Author’s Note 2: Electric Boogaloo: Thank you so much for making it to the end! I ask that you NOT post this story as your own, please. Instead, give it a like/review/bookmark/reblog/all of the above wherever you read it.

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[mikupink]

Served with Fruit and a Break 〜 (Scaramouche x Reader)

!! NSFW !!

You have been warned.

• Word count: 2.6k

• Dom (slightly soft) Scaramouche, Female reader, Nipple play, Oral (f receiving), Rare praise

Note: This is more of Wanderer’s personality and character but written as Scaramouche for simplicity.

Scaramouche was at his desk, scribbling absent-mindedly while scanning over his assigned texts. How boring, he thought. There’s no reason for me to learn something I will likely never use in my life. He read a paragraph over and over again, his eyebrows raised in mild amusement. “The way humans write…” Scaramouche exhaled as he underlined some key words. “Entirely convoluted…” he muttered.

You gently knocked on his door and quietly sneaked behind his seat, and tapped on his shoulder with a plate of sliced fruit and snacks. “Wanna take a break?” You smiled at him, hoping that he would agree. But to your dismay, he flicked his hand as if swatting away a fly. “I have no need for food or breaks,” came his reply.

His rejection caused your shoulders to slump. “But…”

“No buts. Now stop being a distraction and go do your own assignments.”

Your brows furrowed slightly in annoyance and pursed your lips a little. “Well I’m taking a break.”

He didn’t reply as his attention was back on his textbooks. The way he brushed you off did irritate you a bit. You placed the plate down on his desk next to a pile of books and picked up a small slice of a banana, with a thought running through your mind. I’ll just do this and leave…

You grabbed onto his hair to pull his head back a little and shoved the banana into his mouth. Scaramouche’s eyes widened and he spluttered. You were already heading for the door but he gripped onto your arm and pulled you back. He spat out the piece of banana before speaking. “You little…” Scaramouche faltered before sighing. “You want me to choke?”

You averted your eyes from his intense gaze. “N-No… I just wanted you to take a break.”

He sighed. “I really don’t understand why you care so much but… fine. I’ll take this break so you can stop being a nuisance.” He let go of your arm and sat back down on his chair.

Great! You gave him a small smile then pointed at his lap. “Since there’s no chairs, I can sit here, right?” Giving him a playful wink, you were quick to take your seat on his lap, picking up a cherry and popping it into your mouth.

Scaramouche paused, feeling a little embarrassed. But he would never show that side to you. He sighed as he realised there really weren't any other seats for you. “Do whatever you want. Just involve me as little as poss—” he was cut off by you shoving another piece of fruit into his mouth. “Can you quit that?” He scowled when you looked satisfied doing that to him that he decided to take his revenge. He grabbed a blueberry from the plate and forced your mouth open with his other hand. “Say aah…” he smirked as he pushed the blueberry into your mouth. You closed your mouth after he let your jaw go, feeling your cheeks heat up. You were expecting him to shove it into your mouth as you did to him but to your surprise he was handling you quite gently. As you chewed quickly, you gazed into his eyes while he stared back silently. It was only when you swallowed that you realised you were staring so absent-mindedly at him that you turned away to pick up another piece of fruit. You brought the fruit up to his lips as he gave you a tiny smirk, slightly laughing at you.

“Heh… What’s the matter? Did you happen to get lost in my eyes?” Scaramouche opened his mouth as you fed him. “And quit feeding me like I’m a baby. Why are you doing that?” He frowned as he chewed.

You shrugged your shoulders. “It's just an act of affection.” You were looking at the plate instead of his face, with the hope that he wouldn’t comment on your flushed cheeks.

Scaramouche picked off the plate this time and brought the apple slice to your lips. “I don’t… think I deserve such treatment from you. Yet…” His thumb swiped lightly over your bottom lip as you chewed, giving you a small, ticklish feeling. “I feel… greedy…” he continued, his thumb pushing past your lips when you finished eating the apple slice. You felt his thumb caressing the tip of your tongue before he pulled it out. There were moments like these where Scaramouche would openly tell you his feelings. It was something you greatly appreciated.

“Feed me a cracker this time.” Scaramouche requested. You picked up a cracker from the plate and fed him, smiling softly as you said, “it’s okay to be a little greedy…”

A small smirk slowly formed on his lips as he swallowed. “Is that so? Then I hope you don’t mind me doing this.” He picked up a strawberry and held it between his teeth before leaning towards you. Scaramouche caught your chin, pressing his thumb and middle finger against your cheeks gently to get you to open your mouth. He pushed half of the strawberry between your teeth and bit down, so half was in your mouth and the other half was in his.

“Hm. Sour,” Scaramouche muttered as he ate his half of the strawberry. He noticed you not chewing. “I don’t mind taking my strawberry back, you know.”

You stuttered out a confused ‘huh’ as he leaned towards your face, his eyes locked onto your lips. His thumb pressed between your lips as his tongue snaked in, swiping the other half of the strawberry. Scaramouche pulled away slightly as he chewed with a smirk plastered upon his lips. It finally registered in your brain what he did. ”Thief,” you remarked, playfully frowning. You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull his head closer before lightly pecking his lips in a teasing manner. Scaramouche’s mouth tickled upon feeling such softness against him. His hands slid down to your hips, fondling them as he pressed his mouth against yours.

While you were kissing him slowly, you pulled away briefly and picked up a piece of fruit from the plate. You popped the fruit into your mouth then pressed your lips against his again, pushing the fruit into his mouth with your tongue as Scaramouche parted his lips. To your surprise, he spat out the fruit and slid his textbooks and notepad to the side before grabbing you off his lap and onto the desk instead. He didn’t waste a single second as he immediately pressed his mouth against yours in a searing kiss, groping and squeezing your curves through your clothes in order to force a gasp out of you so he could push his tongue inside your mouth. His hands slid up to hold your face, as he circled his tongue around yours in a slow dance. Your hands found purchase at the front of his clothes, clutching and wrinkling his Akademiya uniform while you wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer. Scaramouche finally pulled away when you needed air but he could not wait as his lips immediately trailed down the side of your neck, his hands pulling, unbuttoning, undressing you.

Scaramouche grunted as he felt your thighs squeeze his hips. “Aren’t you a little too excited?” He mumbled into your neck, kissing down until he reached your collarbone, licking it slowly.

“I think you’re the one who’s excited,” you replied as you caressed his head while one hand was running up and down his side, eventually inching its way between his legs, toward his hardening cock. Scaramouche began kissing the top of your breasts, while his hands squeezed them gently, his thumbs rubbing your nipples. He was licking the line between your breasts before he suddenly gasped against your skin, while you were amused by his reaction as your hand fondled his erection through his pants. His gaze shifted to your face, his lips forming a straight line as if to tell you that he will get you back for that.

He kept his eyes on your face as he very quickly closed his lips over one of your nipples, sucking harshly while he pinched and pulled the other, startling you and causing moans to slip out of your mouth. Scaramouche smirked as he began to lick, flicking your nipple with his tongue as you gripped onto his hair, squirming. You arched your back as he opened his mouth wider to not only suck on your nipple, but some of the area around your nipple as well. Your movements of pressing your tit further against his mouth only challenged Scaramouche to fit as much as he can, as his saliva began to dribble under your tit. He let go with a wet pop, admiring the way your nipple was glistening with his saliva, all swollen and sensitive. He glanced back to your face, looking into your eyes as his finger poked your wet nipple. You grabbed his hand and pulled it away from your nipple, trembling as you managed to breathe out. “It’s too sensitive…” You said as you covered your other nipple with your hand, knowing that he was going to treat it the same way.

Scaramouche lightly chuckled. “Hey… You’re the one who urged me to take a break. All this studying makes me stressed out, so…” he pinned your hands behind you as he continued, “I need your body to relieve my mind.” As he went to press his tongue against your untouched nipple, you twisted your body to the side, attempting to avoid his mouth. He growled in response. “Quit moving around like that or I’ll bite.” He threatened unseriously, trying to make you listen to his instructions but the sound of his growl had only excited you further as wetness pooled between your legs. However you decided to let him have his way, as Scaramouche moaned against your nipple when his lips made contact. He once again sucked roughly as you squirmed and trembled, trying to free your hands from his grip. He attempted to fit your tit into his mouth as much as he could as he played around your nipple with his tongue. If he continued his ministrations, it felt as if you could cum just from him playing with your tits…!

You sighed out of relief as Scaramouche finally pulled away from your breasts, admiring again at his work, as your tits were wet and messy with his saliva. “You look so good like this,” he whispered as he gazed at your swollen nipples. Scaramouche looked pleased with himself, then his eyes trailed downwards. “Of course, I must be neglecting something…” He flicked his gaze to your face. “Care to tell me?” Scaramouche asked as he then whispered your name.

“...Please,” with a shaky sigh you squeezed his hips with your legs again. Scaramouche finally let go of your hands as he pulled your outer clothing down and grabbed your knees to spread them apart. “Oh?” He murmured as he noticed the wet spot on your panties. “Mmh… enjoying yourself, weren’t you?” Scaramouche chuckled as pressed his lips against your inner thigh, kissing and sucking as you whined. He paused for a moment, as if thinking of something. “Hold on to me,” Scaramouche demanded. You complied and wrapped your limbs around his body as he proceeded to lift you up from the desk and set you on his bed. “I don’t want you making a mess near the books,” he muttered as he pushed you down, slotting himself between your legs, and grinding his clothed cock against your panties. “You feel so good…” he groaned blissfully as he continued to rub against you, causing your panties to stick to your pussy and the wet spot to spread. “So good…” he whispered in your ear. Scaramouche paused before hesitantly whispering again. “Good girl.”

You shivered when he whispered in your ear. “How unexp–,” you were cut off as he began to kiss you hungrily on the lips, thrusting his hot tongue into your mouth. Scaramouche kept his eyes open this time while making out with you, without you noticing as your eyes were shut, focusing on the feeling and texture of his tongue. His gaze, while normally strong, was soft as he kissed you, yet still a glaze of lust was evident in his eyes. He pulled away from your mouth and shuffled down your body, his indigo-blue eyes examining and memorising each and every curve, mark, spot, on your body until he hooked his fingers around your panties. Before he pulled them down, he met your gaze once again. “I do believe there is… one ‘fruit’ you have yet to serve me. Heh heh.” Scaramouche chuckled as he pulled your panties completely off. “Mmh… you smell good…” he remarked as he nudged his nose against your clit, causing you to immediately squeeze his head between your thighs. He groaned as he felt the soft skin of your inner thighs squishing his face, and he pressed his mouth against your slit as he mumbled into it. “This is the break I needed…” Scaramouche’s tongue poked and prodded at your opening, licking up all the slick, as he ran his tongue up and down your pussy. Your hands gripped onto his hair, tugging on it as you writhed in pleasure when he closed his lips around your clit and sucked. He didn’t mind how tightly you squeezed his head, after all he was a puppet who did not need to breathe.

Yet, it did bother him somewhat, as Scaramouche found it slightly difficult to thrust his tongue into your hole when your legs were closed around him. He pushed your thighs apart, by holding the back of your knees and pressing them against your chest, folding you however he wanted. “That’s better,” he mumbled as he dove right back into your pussy and shoved his tongue in, causing you to gasp and tremble as he moved his tongue in and out of your wet hole. As much as you wanted to watch him eat you out, your head was constantly thrown back due to the intense amount of pleasure he was giving you. Your orgasm was building strongly when Scaramouche decided to shift one of his hands from your thighs to your clit, instantly soaking his fingers in a mixture of your slick and his saliva, as he rubbed and played with your sensitivity while his tongue moved in and out of your pussy at a fast pace. His actions had only caused you to shake involuntarily as you began to chant his name while your eyes were glued to the ceiling. Scaramouche could tell you were on the very edge of a powerful orgasm when he began to mumble into your pussy. “Mmh…cum…cum…cum for me…cum on my face…I’ll keep…fucking you with my tongue…just…cum…!”

You pressed your palm over your mouth to cover up a loud moan as you squirted, the edges of your vision turning white as your climax washed over you, rendering you into a crying, shaking mess. Scaramouche could only watch your reaction in awe, as he was the one who made you react in such a hot way. His tongue slowly licked up your mess, as you quivered, trying to push his face away from your pussy. “Stop it… it's too much,” your voice sounded above a whisper while you glanced down at him. It seems you’ve made a bigger mess than you thought as you noticed your fluids on his face.

Scaramouche sat up, wiping his face with the back of his hand. He sighed. “I guess you’re due for a break, huh?” He pulled you closer to him by your thighs. “You have five minutes,” he chuckled as he eagerly rubbed his cock on your sensitive pussy.

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[74thcookie]

The Shroomy Brainrot

This section is just the part where I go completely rotten in my brainrot. I am anxious to share this since I’m not used to sharing this kind of content, I don’t want to flash others with it nor do I want others to be uncomfortable. Me being a chatterbox is already uncomfortable so having this mixed made me think I’m going to be scolded at. Then I realize, most of those kinds of people don’t read.

These are the contents wanted to draw related to each pair.

-Start-

Vanilla and Shamil

These two were just suppose to be an excuse for me to draw ShadowVanilla/PureMilk with cuties Sanrio materials.

After awhile I itching for drawing something fruity again. The kind of aesthetic that is both cute but also edge? If that makes sense.

The songs “Romeo and Cinderella” and “Milk and Coffee”(specifically the Itou Kashitaro cover). Got my brain itching.

So whatever happened to them at night after going to conventions or just plain hangouts, they just explore other things. Particularly related to cute “toys” and cosplay.

They became not only an excuse to draw cutesy ShadowVanilla/PureMilk stuff but also nsfw that’s cute stuff. (I only wanted to post those drawings at private when I have the time)

Vanilla here is also the freak vanilla a lot of shadowvanilla/puremilk artist enjoy giving to the awaken Pv

Anymore related to these two will just be saved for drawings since it’s hard to put into words.

Fortune and Fount

I originally just want Fount to be just an excuse for me to draw Motherly materials related to him. Milf if you will. A gentle mom with the themes of comfort.

But I know some people find that boring so I just plan to add scary stuff with him in between, like the crazy horror type. Where you don’t put d*ck in crazy

If you watch the anime Happy Sugar Life (if your younger than don’t). There’s an aunt character there, that was in inspiration for the scary side of Fount. Though shes crazy, she knows things. Her motif of “accepting all love” is what I took inspiration from. He accepts all information, from both bad and good.

He also likes games, similar to the actual SMilk where he does get bored and resorts to games. In his normal mood it’s just the simple games like truth or dare or cards. Theres mini consequences when people lose to his game but at night those consequences turn severe especially for trespassers who planned to steal in the studyhub. Think of his little games as “Other mother” style from Coraline. Tapping fingers if you wish.

Fortune was originally suppose to be added since I want Vanilla to be both the PreAwaken and Awaken Pv. Though I saw others wanted Fount to have a PV of his own and so Fortune was given since in the spire he is like his own thing.

I put a bit of Healer Cookies motifs into him since I miss the old man but also I don’t know what to do with fortune since his recluse and recluse is his own thing in this AU already. So I out Fortune Teller and Healer cookie into the blender and we got this guy. With a dash of Avatar of Destiny to counter Founts creepy horrors. Horror meets Horror I guess.

He would be the representation of the reader on navigating Founts both cute and scary side.

Fount would give second or more chances for Fortune when he loses games at night. Since he knows he is the student he saved back then and is probably messed in the head as well from the events. The chances were given to the point that Fortune actually won their games.

Fortune is also nuts in the head due to the events but also listen to the stories people have to go through just to get simple medical care in the legal way. He can’t show his frustration because he knows it will affect the safe environment they build in their clinic. Fount gave him that outlet and now they’re just enjoying each other in the most scariest yet spicy way possible.

What Fount does to the trespassers.. well have you listen to the song “A little priest from Sweeney Todd” if so, there you go.

Recluse and Sage

The tamest? Of the three.

It’s just CondensedMilkAU but in the context of this story. The context of CondensedMilkAU is that the Sage is burnt out from his duties and is now navigating how to cope with his job but also his new life/hobby. In the AU, his new life is his life as a mother of two children, living a simple life. In the context of this AU, it’s him being a vtuber mom for many tired employees and students from overwhelming works.

For some reason, drawing Sage tired gives me some sort of comfort. So most of this is just him being tired and trying to relax. As for his vtuber, I want milfs but also want to draw female SMilk. People are feral for that design, IM ALSO FERAL.

For Recluse, he is the kind of nurse that you can just hang out in the clinic to release pain.

But Recluse also represent the consequences of not thinking about your words especially if in the context of another person. Word of mouth can be muttered and the word do deceit can harm people. It harmed the Sage badly.

Recluse forgets that Sage is also a normal person. He may have suffered from the constant scolding relating to his younger brothers actions and now he just think of what was the perspective of the professor.

Those two I only plan simple angst with a bit of tension mix in since there’s also the context of Recluse being into Sages attitude after the school break.

Sages motherly attitude he presents during his livestream mixed in with his actual self. So that attracted Recluse to the Sage. It’s just frustrating that the Sage avoids him like the plague or excuses himself a lot when they’re alone.

Another Freak Vanilla was born. Probably worst since there’s one person from the replies mention that Recluse could have been the scariest. He might turn to the creepiest. Fount the second but a Vanilla.

Most of these I know I will draw one day or another but will post in private since I don’t want to creep people out. It’s a pain for others who just want to read with no restriction but I want to filter myself from time to time. I’m an anxious person but I also want to draw something outside of the simple fluff and angst. I want to give props to those artist who do post and draw weird, scary but juicy spicy art. I have no thick skin. I’m just a squishy mushroom with a green pea brain hahaha. Thank you to those artist for giving me food and to those people who are encouraging me to get out of my shell.

[euphemmia]

Phainon x reader ( modern au )

Warnings : jealousy, loneliness, smoking, alcohol.

Summary: You are a loner living a boring, peaceful life. Your best friend is different and you always were a tiny bit jealous. New school, new city changed your life. Meeting wrong people, getting bad influence and finally getting what you wanted. How will that effect your relationship with parents, friends and most of all - Phainon?

A/N: There will be more parts.

Some people might cringe reading this, some might enjoy, the opinions will be different, but the main topic is how a person can change. Please leave a note, and express your opinion of the story so far :)

Also yes there will be a lot of oc’s for side characters , because I don’t like shipping characters.

At school, you weren’t the best student, but you weren’t the worst either. Your grades were decent—not the highest, but not low. To put it simply, your life was peaceful. You had a few close friends, one of them being Phainon. Your mothers were best friends, which naturally led to the two of you becoming close from birth.

Phainon was different from you. He was an extrovert, effortlessly getting along with everyone. He knew how to keep a conversation going, and with his good looks and athletic physique, he attracted plenty of admirers. Girls swooned at the sight of him, and Valentine's Day brought a flood of love letters. His popularity opened doors to parties, late-night meetups, after-school plans, and more. Yet despite his eventful life, he never neglected his schoolwork. His grades were slightly better than yours, but he never teased you about it. Yes, he was well-liked, but that didn’t change who he was—he cared for his friends, never mocked others, and always offered help when needed.

Still, you couldn’t deny feeling at least a little jealous. You only went out with friends on Fridays and Saturdays, and sometimes, you spent an entire weekend at home because your small circle of friends was too busy to meet up. You were a teenager, and of course, you wanted to experience the kind of life you saw others posting about on social media—girls dressing up for Friday nights, dancing, having fun with their friends. Meanwhile, you sat at home, scrolling through your phone out of boredom.

You talked with Phainon about this once, and he told you there was nothing to be jealous of. He even said he’d rather you stay at home than be where he was. You weren’t sure what he meant by that—he was probably just trying to make you feel better.

The two of you were close, having spent your childhood together. Your mothers often joked about you getting married one day, which only made you both stick out your tongues in mock disgust. Family dinners on Fridays became a tradition, one that continued to this day.

But a few days ago, at one of those dinners, your parents dropped a bomb of information —you were moving to a bigger city. You and Phainon were far from thrilled. The evening was ruined for both of you, but you didn’t complain. The city wasn’t too far away; a 40-minute bus ride would bring you back to visit your friends. And, of course, if anything went wrong, you had Phainon.

If only you knew how much your life was about to change…

Walking around your new school felt like being in a prison. At first, you sat with Phainon everywhere, but of course, it didn’t take him long to make new friends. After a few days, he asked if he could sometimes sit with them. He introduced you to his new friends, but you just didn’t click with them. That left you alone most of the time whenever Phainon was with others.

The school was much bigger than your old one. The students were stylish, moving in tight-knit friend groups. The hallways were loud—there was always some troublemaker getting yelled at by the principal, while others hid in their secret spots, sneaking cigarettes. And the girls… well, it was clear this school had its own version of the classic "mean girl" trio.

They were gorgeous, always making sure they looked their best. They carried themselves with confidence—not outright mean, but their glances spoke volumes. They were never alone, always surrounded by their own exclusive group.

The worst part? The blonde one had her eyes on you.

One day in history class, she stared at you—not in a rude way, but with amusement, as if she was plotting something . Unsettled, you quickly broke eye contact and turned to Phainon, starting a conversation as if nothing had happened.

“Were you even listening?”

The question snapped you out of your thoughts, making you look up at Phainon with a sheepish smile.

“As I was saying, there’s this girl—a friend of mine. She wants me to introduce you to her. I really hope you two get along.”

I smiled at him. He was worried. He knew you hadn’t adjusted to this school yet—at least, not in the sense of finding your people or your place. He had tried introducing you to some of his other friends, but you always ended up feeling left out.

“We’ll see,” you said with a shrug. “But I’m not going to force anything. Honestly, I’m surprised you haven’t given up on me yet.”

Phainon chuckled. “No, but seriously—sometimes I feel like you’re doing this on purpose. How are you still not used to this place? Don’t tell me you’re trying to convince your parents to move back. That’s impossible.”

“I know, I’m not an idiot. But you are,” you teased, pulling your things out to prepare for class. “Your dumbness attracts people because you make them laugh. That’s why it’s so easy for you.”

“There’s no way you just said that.” Phainon gasped dramatically, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I’m actually smarter than your brain-rotted self.” He leaned in closer, grinning. “I think people see you as a zombie that—”

You smacked him with your pencil case before he could finish.

The rest of the break passed with you and Phainon making fun of each other, bickering over something dumb. But every now and then, you could feel the blonde girl glancing at you. You tried to ignore it.

Soon, the lesson started, and you focused on making it through. Only one more class to go after this, and then you’d be free. When the bell rang, you sighed in relief—just one more hour and you could leave this place.

Outside, in the school parking lot, the sound of revving engines filled the air. Upperclassmen showed off their cars and motorcycles, while others were simply trying to get home. You glanced out the window and spotted Phainon already outside, nodding at his friends as they showed off their cars. With a quiet sigh, you grabbed your bag and headed to your next class.

Phainon was skipping the last lesson—his football coach had scheduled practice earlier today. Which meant you were alone again. You sat by the window, daydreaming to make time pass faster.

Then, you felt a presence beside you.

Turning your head, you saw two people smiling at you—a girl and a boy.

The girl had dark brunette hair, cut into a messy wolf cut. She didn’t wear makeup to conceal her skin, but her waterlines were darkened with black eyeliner. She wore a brown tank top, a black jacket, and slightly baggy blue jeans.

The boy, on the other hand, was clearly not straight. He had a softer look, his clothes light and coordinated—matching jeans, a white t-shirt, and a black jacket.

“Heyyy,” the guy grinned, extending a hand toward you. “You’re new here, right? We thought it’d be nice to get to know each other. I’m Ryder, and she’s Luna.”

Luna smiled. “I hope you’re sitting alone.”

Dumbfounded, you nodded slowly. “Yeah.” You met her gaze, and for a moment, there was silence.

“Ohh! Y/N, by the way,” you blurted, finally shaking Ryder’s hand, which had been hanging in the air for a bit too long.

“Sooo, Y/N, where are you from? Have you made any friends yet? What do you think about this school?”

Ryder was definitely a yapper.

The break flew by as he chattered away. Eventually, he had to leave—he didn’t have this class—so you were left with Luna. She liked to talk too, though not as much as Ryder. By the end of the lesson, you had exchanged numbers, and for the first time, you could say you had made your first friends.

After school, you said goodbye to Luna and headed outside. Phainon had asked you to meet him at the football field so you could go home together. You were lucky—he had turned eighteen last month and gotten his first car, which meant no more walking home.

When you arrived at the field, you found a bench in a quiet spot where you wouldn’t be noticed right away. Looking around, you saw a few people waiting—some for their friends, others for their partners. And then you saw her.

The blonde girl.

She sat with her two friends, giggling. Behind them were two guys, probably friends too.

You must have stared too hard because she turned to you—and smiled.

Her smile was… nice. Maybe you had been wrong about calling her a mean girl.

Panic set in when she stood up and started walking toward you.

“Hello,” she said, looking you straight in the eyes. Confidence radiated off her. Behind her, the other two girls were watching closely, analyzing the interaction. The guys were whispering to each other, grinning like idiots, clearly entertained by whatever their friend was planning.

“Uh—yes?” you stammered.

She tilted her head. “Are you waiting for someone?”

Embarrassed, you nodded. “Yes, Friend. I mean—I’m waiting for a friend.” Keeping eye contact with her was harder than it should have been. Something about her made you nervous, like you didn’t want her to know how much of a loner you really were. Like you wanted to seem more interesting.

“Aaa, a friend.” She looked amused. “Who’s your friend?”

“Phainon.”

Her smile widened slightly, her interest piqued.

“Ah, Phainon,” she said, as if the name meant something to her. “Yeah, I’ve seen you two sitting together. Are you close?”

She didn’t seem like a mean girl at all, so you answered honestly.

“Well, yeah. We’re childhood friends.” You smiled nervously.

“Aww, that’s cute,” she said, sounding genuinely excited. “Why don’t you come sit with us? It must be lonely sitting here by yourself.”

And just like that, an opportunity presented itself.

Not just any opportunity—an invitation from the popular crowd.

You didn’t know what made her come talk to you, but you weren’t about to miss this chance.

<<PART2

[angeliicheartt]

🐬 "ᴘᴜʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀᴛ!" — send a dialogue prompt and a character and i'll write a blurb!

actually so down bad for this idea but "it's him or me" WITH TENYAYAYAAAAAAAH might be a bit 🤏🏻 ooc prompt for him but I'm in desperate need of a jealous iida in my life 🙏🏼

"ʜɪᴍ ᴏʀ ᴍᴇ."

includes: tenya iida

fem!reader

a/n: ooc!tenya, monoma is reader's friend from childhood cuz i need an "other man" ermermerm tenya is kind of in the process of courting reader? he insisted. tenya is kinda 😬 in this, pls listen to "el tango de roxanne" from the moulin rouge soundtrack i think it fits! tenya looks so fine in the pic below

it really hadn’t seemed like that big of a deal to you. 

so what if you were close with neito? the two of you had been friends since preschool. although, he proved to be a challenge to the poor boy attempting to court you, tenya.

your chest ached with worry as you stood only a few feet away from the fuming boy, the two of you gathered outside the dormitory building, the gleam from the streetlamps and the moon being the only sources of light. his uncharacteristically dark eyes boring into you, making you uneasy. his arms crossed over his chest as the two of you stood off. you stood clueless as to why tenya was mad. 

“what's got you so upset?” you try, your voice only slightly above a whisper. your feet shuffle around as you stalk closer to tenya, wanting to try and comfort him. His eyebrows furrow at you before relaxing again as he lets out a heavy sigh.

“i suppose it is rather unfair if i do not tell you what’s upset me.” he remarks, his arms unraveling to rest at his sides. you rest your weight on one leg, your hands clasping together behind you as you wait patiently for the navy-haired boy to explain. he pushes up his glasses before running a hand through his dark hair, the sight pleasing if not for the tension that filled the space between you two.

“you’re around monoma from class B a lot, y/n, it makes me feel discomfited.” he states, his eyes locked on you as your eyebrows furrow slightly. your shoulders tense as you hear tenya’s words. you thought he’d understand.

“he’s like a brother to me, tenya.” you say, your voice interlaced with disbelief. “you know that, i’ve told you that numerous times.”

“it doesn’t make me feel any different, y/n. you still fawn over him like he’s your partner,” he chastised, his volume raising the longer he talks. “you don’t do that with me.”

you scoff as your eyebrows furrowed once more, your cheeks getting hot the more worked up you get. your own arms move to rest on your hips, your jaw stiff with tension.

“last i checked, you have yet to formally ask me to be your partner, tenya, so don’t think you have the right to be mad at me for not treating you as such. i thought i would scare you away if i latched onto you so early. you wanted to take things slow, i was only respecting that.” you spat, meaner than you may have meant. you watched as tenya’s shoulders dropped, his posture hunching before straightening again, his eyes dark with vexation.

“we cannot move forward in our relationship if you are always with another man, y/n!” he hissed, his dark eyes locked on you. 

“i say hello to him! i talk to him, tenya. just like every other man i interact with! he’s my friend, nothing more!” you maintained, your voice rising in tandem with tenya’s. your chest heaved with emotion, you thought tenya was different from this.

“you're closer with him than anyone else! what am i supposed to think?” he berates, his anger not dissipating in the slightest. his hand runs through his hair once again, but you don’t even process the motion, your hand reaching up to rub your forehead, an attempt to soothe your growing headache. 

“we’ve known each other since we were five, iida! of course we’re close, i grew up with him!” you worry about your volume but the thought gets pushed to your subconscious. “you can’t just ask me to lose my whole relationship with him!”

you see tenya’s eyebrow twitch at your use of his last name, your heart ringing guilty before you steel yourself again. “i won’t stop being friends with him for anyone.”

“it’s him or me, y/n.” he stated, his words rushing ice through your veins. your lips part as you aim a glare at the boy before you. you close your mouth, your lip curling slightly as you seethe from your spot only a couple feet away from tenya.

tenya already felt the guilt and regret seeping into his stomach, the ultimatum he proposed weighing on his shoulders as you stand in silence, and.. were your eyes glassy?

you steeled yourself not to cry. tenya was who you wanted, you dreamed of ending up with a man like him, he was a gentleman, he never tried in earnest to hurt you in any way, yet he still did.

“you cannot ask me to pick,” your voice trembled but your words rang clear. “i will not pick.”

“then you’ve chosen him.” he noted, his voice a fraction of the volume it was only a few moments ago, his hand coming up to adjust his glasses once again. your breath catches in your lungs as you take in what he said.

“are you serious right now? really tenya?!” you find your voice again, continuing to spout words at this raised volume, “you’re ending what we had before we could even experience it?!”

“i suppose i am, y/n.” he says calmly as he turns, walking into the dormitory building.

he was going to ask you to be his girlfriend tonight.. how’d it go so wrong?

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ: @miyamoratsumuu

[vixstarria]

The morning after

I felt like doing a little follow-up to the love confession fic and writing a bit of silly camp banter.

The party join forces in poking fun at Astarion.

All origin characters, Tav, humour, banter, comfort, non-explicit, no spoilers

Approximately 700 words

AO3

You left Astarion’s tent. He stayed behind to fix his hair – his bedhead was truly a sight to behold, but it was a sight reserved for your eyes only. 

You were almost surprised to see that the world just went on as normal. The magic of the night began to dissipate as you had to turn your attention to the mundane. If only you could stop time... Encapsulate the memory and all the feelings that came with it, and keep returning to it, over and over.  

“There she is!!” came a cheerful shout from Karlach, as you approached the group, already busy around the campfire before you broke for the day. You sat down next to her, on the edge of a log, as she pressed a bowl of some kind of porridge concocted by Gale into your hands. 

“Hells, did Astarion keep you up all night? You look like shit.” She took a closer look at you. “Smug, happy shit,” she continued. “What were you up to in there? Wait, NO, don’t answer that!” 

“Don’t be so envious, darling,” drawled Astarion as he emerged, sitting down to her other side, fiddling with a damaged piece of equipment he’d neglected to repair the day before.  

“Envious?! Please, what would I even do with you, I’d break you in half.” 

Karlach grabbed and held Astarion in a bear hug, just about pulling him into her lap. 

“But you - you’re always hanging around Mama K, like a cat looking for the warmest spot.” 

Anyone else would have lost an arm for such familiarity, but Karlach seemed to have special permission. You weren’t sure whether it was because Astarion sympathised with her not having been able to touch anyone for years, or if it really was as simple as him enjoying the heat radiating from her. You suspected it was both. He’d never admit it, so you’ve never asked.  

“Release me at once, you foul beast!” 

“Say the magic word, fangs!” 

Astarion looked at you and mouthed “Help”. 

“You’ll be fine, love, she’ll get bored and let go eventually,” you ruffled his hair and returned to your porridge. The word “love” tasted different on your tongue to all the other times you’d thrown it around casually, and you smiled to yourself, as though at a private joke no one else was in on. 

“You know, Astarion really is a cat. Always striving to be the centre of attention, then being offended when he actually gets it,” pondered Wyll.  

“I’ve seen him get the zoomies in the middle of the night after returning from a hunt,” added Shadowheart. 

“Licking blood off his hands after a fight is definitely a feline gesture.” Even Lae’zel was taking part in antagonising him today. 

“He’s knocked over my drink for no reason passing by before,” offered Wyll.  

“He bites,” added Lae’zel. 

“And he does play with his prey before killing it,” mused Shadowheart. “And before I get stabbed – I'm not talking about you, Tav.” 

“And he’s just SO. DAMN. CUTE. Look at his pointy ears! Aaaahhhh!” squealed Karlach.  

Astarion continued to struggle in Karlach’s grip, kicking at the air, somehow winding up basically lying in her lap, sideways, as the group giggled amongst themselves.  

“Well I’ve had cats and even a tressym my whole life, and speaking from the height of my lifelong experience, the real defining question is this,” said Gale, sitting down with his own bowl. “When he’s hungry in the morning, does he wake you by tapping on your nose, and then turn around and show you his butthole?” 

“Ugh.” 

“Gale!” 

“What the actual fuck, Gale?” 

“AHAHAHA!” 

"Still as suicidal as ever, I see,” you commented, your shoulders shaking, as Astarion finally managed to slide out of Karlach’s hold, collapsing onto the ground, as she roared.  

“You better watch what comes out of your mouth, magician, you’re already on thin ice,” said Astarion. The threat lost its edge due to Astarion’s disheveled look and the fact that he too couldn't keep his face straight. “Now if you’ll excuse me...” He got up and walked away, dusting himself off. 

“The dignity, the grace, the sense of balance...” continued Wyll.  

~~~~~

Next in series - Intimacy

Series master list

AO3

[sleepingdeath-light]

female s/o with tattoos hcs ; reapers

requested by ; anonymous (22/03/23)

fandom(s) ; black butler

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | reapers | antagonists

character(s) ; grelle sutcliffe, ronald knox, undertaker, william t. spears

outline ; “Heyy!

Bit of an odd one, but can I request how the Kuroshitsuji reapers (including Undertaker) would react to being introduced to a a heavily tattooed woman? As I know Victorian England was an extremely different time, especially when it came to general appearance!”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

grelle sutcliffe

first of all, grelle thinks your tattoos are hot as hell and the second she notices them she’s all but begging you (in her typical dramatic fashion) to show her each and every one

wants to know the stories behind each illustration, or if there isn’t one then just the thought process that led to you getting each picture inked permanently on your skin — and she’s a very active listener, asking questions, nodding her head, following where you’re pointing with her eyes, and so on, so you never have to worry about maybe boring her with your explanations because it’s very obvious that she’s invested in what you’re saying

oscillates between eagerly begging you to get a matching tattoo with her and fretting about whether or not she’d actually suit one — she’s very particular about her appearance after all and for as breathtakingly attractive as she finds you with your tattoos, she just isn’t quite sure whether they would look good on her

… but at the same time she just really loves the idea of having a matching permanent brand that shows everyone that the two of you belong with and to each other

oh the duality of woman

ronald knox

initially caught quite off guard because, naturally, you’re the first person he’s met that’s basically covered with tattoos — likes he’s seen and reaped people with one or two in the past, but you’re a whole other story and he thinks you look so fucking cool because of it

like grelle, he wants to know everything about your tattoos and he’s just as active of a listener — getting visibly invested in each of your stories, wincing sympathetically when you recall how much some of your more difficult pieces hurt, interjecting with questions here and there in a way that would be annoying if he wasn’t so earnest about wanting to learn, and even offering to help you plan out the style and placement of your next tattoo

really wants one of his own — something small but that just screams him — but because of the whole being dead thing, and because of how strict the dress code is for reapers, he unfortunately can’t get any tattoos… doesn’t stop him from discussing his plans with you though

(you will absolutely catch him staring at your tattoos and tracing them with the tip of his finger when you’re in bed together or when you’ve just come out of the shower… he just thinks they look nice, that’s all…)

undertaker

undertaker is actually pretty neutral about your tattoos — after all, it’s not like he lives the most traditional life either so who is he to comment on the choices you’ve made — but also isn’t afraid to let you know which of the pieces is his personal favourite

if you have any animals tattooed on you then he’s going to give them names… and yes they will be intentionally stupid as hell, even if the pictures themselves are intended to appear less cute and more intimidating or freaky — and he’s got a good memory so even years down the line he will still be calling them all the same names he gave them when you met

wouldn’t show it outwardly, but would be so very touched if you asked him to help you design your next tattoo — especially if it’s going to be in a very visible place. the idea of you wanting to basically be branded by something of his is just incredibly sweet to him and only endears you to him more

to calm himself down after a particularly rough nightmare, he’ll lay on his side and trace the inked patterns on your skin while watching you breathe — assuring himself that you’re still there, you’re still alive, and that you’re still his. and he can easily spend hours at a time tracing each and every one of your tattoos… it’s just so soothing!

william t. spears

extremely shocked by your appearance because of just how uncommon it is for him to see anyone with any number of tattoos in his line of work — hell he can’t even recall off the top of his head the last soul he reaped that had just one, let alone the number that you have — but that initial surprise is about all the reaction you’re going to get out of william

wouldn’t ask about any of them unless one particular illustration really caught his interest — such as a plant he happens to be very familiar with — but he will quietly listen to you if you want someone to rant to about your latest piece or the intricate details of the other tattoos you have… not really an active listener to the same extent as ronald or grelle but he will chime in where appropriate with an ‘interesting’ or ‘really’ or ‘what made you go for that, exactly?’

is quick to shut down anyone who tries to be rude to you because of your visible tattoos, doing so in his typical straight-forward fashion which never fails to leave the other person feeling mortified and ashamed to the point where all they can do is apologise to you both and leave

if you get any new tattoos during your relationship you can guarantee that william will be very intense about your recovery and following all of the advice given to you by your tattoo artist — like there is zero chance of you being allowed to slack off or getting away with scratching at any itches near the new piece until it is 100% healed

[wttcsms]

cw yandere themes, stalking

thinking about a superhero au that's similar to the setup in "the boys" where superheroes are celebrities, backed by a company/management team + you are promoted to be character's handler. you're the one who finalizes his schedule, tells him where to go, accesses all the classified files that detail the missions he goes on (+ sometimes even accompany him to said missions). you know the ins + outs of his life (career-wise, he's doing fantastic; does well in polls, the public loves him, and his reddit snark page is itching for him to do anything they can complain about. his private life... well, he doesn't really have a life outside his job — or so it seems). he's a very black noir inspired superhero; no one knows what he looks like underneath his mask; no one knows anything about him since he stays consistently covered in his nearly indestructible suit that only emphasizes the flex of his muscles and the tightness of his abs. he never talks, which took some getting used to. you thought that was just his bit for the public, the whole "silent killer" persona, but he only nods or shakes his head when you're going over his itinerary for the day. you eventually get used to his silence & you two sort of come up with your own secret language. you can't see through his mask, but sometimes the two of you will look at each other when something happens and it's like you just know what he's trying to communicate + vice versa.

being a superhero's handler means your own private life — or lack thereof — is pretty boring. you don't have a lot of time for anything, but you finally get a chance to go out on a date. but it's just your luck that your date turns out to be a small-time villain on the side. when you think things are going to take a turn for the worst, who shows up to your rescue?

your superhero, of course.

you don't question how he knows where you're at; you're too busy being grateful for his help. you can't see the gleeful expression he's wearing under the mask when you're cooing words of praise at him. you look so cute, he thinks. you're always cute — when you're kicking off your heels after you get home from a long day of work, when you're slipping off your blouse so you can hop in the shower, when you're rushing to get to work on time in the morning, when you're hiding away in one of the many break rooms inside the company's building.

that night proves to be a series of surprises for you; first, you literally went on a date with an actual criminal. and second, you actually hear character speak for the first time ever. he has a nice voice, deep and a bit gravelly — probably due to the fact that he chooses not to speak most of the time. but it's what he says that almost wipes your grateful smile off your face.

"don't go out with anyone. you're supposed to be mine, remember?"

[that-one-writer-on-that-site]

YANDERE BURNING SPICE X READER HCS

probably ooc (out of character) but I wrote this on a whim without much thought at 3am, sooooo [1.6k words]

Burning Spice Cookie is a man known for his lust for violence and contempt towards pretty much everyone he sets his eyes on

He shows no sympathy towards anyone and could (and does) harm anyone without so much as a single ounce of guilt

So it was definitely a surprise when, seemingly out of nowhere, you appeared at his side

You were complete opposites

You were a kind soul that doesn't want to harm anyone, one that feels immense guilt if you do

So it definitely wasn't a surprise when everyone realized you weren't by his side willingly

No one isn't really sure how it happened, multiple rumors and guesses have been made by everyone, including his own soldiers and generals

But the real story is honestly quite.. strange

You always stood for your view, and even though Burning Spice was definitely more powerful than you, you didn't lose your bite

When his soldiers threw you in down on your knees in front of him, you didn't stay down

No, you stood back up, looked him straight in the eye and stated “I don't kneel to the kinds of you.”

He was baffled, then he burst out laughing

He's known to hate being bored, it's the worst thing that can happen to him, really

But you never ceased to interest him further

He first kept you by his side just to see you snap and try to attack him

But soon it turned into something more

Even when you grew tired and slowly became more quiet, his eyes never faltered

He didn't see you as someone lower than him, someone he can kill and forget mere seconds later

He didn't want to lose this strange feeling

He never realized that his actions were out of love, he is a bit inexperienced in that area

You noticed right away and constantly tried to reject any gifts, affection, praise or anything alike

Speaking of which, all of those happened often.

He'd present you with words that comment on your bravery and spite

He towered over you, grinning like a maniac. “You've got quite the flame, Y/N.” He leaned on the hilt of his axe, staring down at you with a look you can only describe as obsessive interest mixed with something evil. His head cocked to the side and his eyes dimmed. “How have I not noticed you before?”

Finally when he gets slapped with the reality of falling in love, his multiple love languages quadruple in intensity

He was ideally trying to win you over, but it was really only scaring you further

He wouldn't back down though, you not accepting his offers only tells him that he's not trying hard enough

So you have to either get the hint and accept whatever overbearing gift he's pushing into your hands or expect an even grander one the next day

Unfortunately, accepting his gift = accepting his marriage offer, so, whoopsie

Overall he's really affectionate to the point where it's embarrassing,

You're the only one that he sees as an equal, everyone else is a low life that doesn't deserve your attention

This possessiveness does lead to isolation to some degree

But he's not dumb, he knows you're against his entire life so of course if he cannot be by your side he'd have someone trusted with you, someone like Nutmeg Tiger Cookie

She's nice to you and does try to comfort you into just accepting your fate, which doesn't really work in the end

He also just wouldn't be able to get you out of his head, constantly thinking of how you're doing and where you are

It might also lead to paranoia on his side in the most weirdest of times

You sit in the gardens, the shade of the umbrella covering you from the blazing sun above you. Three soldiers sit a bit farther away under a patio, where you commanded them to watch you. You did truly feel bad about them having to always stand foot or so behind you while you're out in the gardens in the hottest days of the summer, not allowed to sit beside you because someone is a bit too possessive.. You don't want them to pass out due to heatstroke, so you just chose a bench that's close enough to somewhere your guards can take some shade as well close enough.

You take a deep breath in and exhale, just enjoying the peace with your eyes closed… Till you all of a sudden feel big hands grasp at your shoulders and jolt you back to reality. “My dear?! Are you alright?!”

After a bit of back and forth, you realized that he was worried that you didn't finish your lunch… Son of a bitch literally interrupted some quiet because you left a few pieces of food on the plate… as if he doesn't already spoil you with goods and sweets beforehand

Burning Spice Cookie dresses you in the most finest of cloths that would not only match your worth but also make it quite clear you're with him

He would roll his eyes and cross his arms at the mere notion of you wearing your own clothes, saying “But how are people supposed to know you're with me?” Or “I don't get how you prefer your old clothes against the silk I've gotten you.”

But maybeeee if you play around with his hair and braid it or smth then maybe just maybe he'll maybe let you like maybe wear your own choice of clothes… maybe… as long as there is something that makes it clear you're not someone anyone can mess with… and he's around you

If you get frustrated and start shouting and punching, honestly, he'd just let you

He'd take every punch (not like it really does much sorrryyy) and welcome every word

He'd let you scream for as long as your lungs can, not interrupting and responding if you want him to

He’d apologize, try to calm you, but won’t touch you or come too close to not anger you or scare you even more

But in the end, he won't change

He'll still be overbearing, obsessive and possessive

He'll still keep you away from your friends and family

He just can't get himself to loosen his hold

Anywho

He does NOT play around with your life

God forbid you say “I'm gonna kill myself” because you're gonna go through hell

And he'll go through the 5 stages of grief (except acceptance, he'd rather himself die than let you be harmed)

He'll take it very seriously

You're going to have to somehow snap him out of his little panic mode as well as physically stop him from hauling you into your shared room to explain to him your joke

He will listen and try to understand this so called joke and in the end will calm down

Just begs you to never say something like that ever please

But still gets more apprehensive with handing you sharp objects or literally anything that could harm you

Also, if his bed is pushed up against a wall he'd be that type of guy to have a huge bed that can fit your entire family tree and their pets’s third removed cousins but would still cuddle up with you pressed against the wall

He feigns innocence and says that it's just a habit he has of sleeping near the wall

But in reality it's calculated in a way where it's harder for you to flee because you'd have to climb over him to get out

And also if someone bursts into the room with the intention of attacking, you won't be the first thing they harm (wowwee what a gentleman)

He is so chill about murder that it makes you triple-take every single time

He once killed someone who tried to help you escape an enemy in front of you thinking that this act of affection would make you believe that he can protect you no matter what

It did make you believe it, but it also made you much more scared of him than usual

He noticed your unusual behavior and got the hint, now opting to just drag whoever it is he's attacking away from you and chopping their head off there

Unless there just isn't anywhere to put you or the opponent, in that case he'd press you against his chest and kill them behind you

You didn't see it, yes, but you sure as hell heard it

He'd try his best to comfort you and show you that he can be gentle, that while he is known as The Great Destroyer, he wouldn't dream of ever harming you

But to be fair he has had his fair share of thoughts about some of that stuff

If you continuously run away, he'd think to himself “Why don't I just break their legs, that'll make it harder for them to run.”

Or, “I should just chain them to their bed, that way there's no escaping anymore.”

Those are just thoughts though, he'd never tell you of them. But don't test his patience.

He’d always want to be around you, no matter what or where you are

He wants to see you smile and laugh, talk or simply just walk

You’d think being around you would slowly diminish his ever growing need

But it does quite the opposite

He only yearns for more, only wants more

His obsession spreads further through his mind, and soon all of his kills and victories are made in your name

[scififettuccine]

A Wild Fix: Part 1.5?

Pairing: Platonic!Butcher x Supe!Reader

Summary: 3 weeks into your alliance with The Boys, you and Butcher go through the Vought Database. Butcher being curious about a Supe he's never heard of leads him to put together a plan that's less than safe. But does he listen to your warnings? Of course not.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Exposition, mentions of casinos, mention of suicide

Notes: Hey ya'll! Long time no see! You're probably wondering what the fuck this is. As you may have noticed I haven't posted anything in a few days. This is because when I got into writing Part 2, it became A LOT more complex and involved than I intended, including new characters and a sharp left turn in the story line that I didn't plan. Considering the results from the pole, I figured no one would really be mad if I did this. Part 1.5 is A LOT of exposition, setting up the actual second installment of the series. I could have made Part 2 longer, but it was way past how many words I wanted to have in each installment. I didn't want to call this an actual part two, because this alone isn't long enough to qualify as its own part, so...✨1.5✨ As you can most likely tell, I'm not following the canon plot exactly, I find that to be EXTREMELY boring. I know it's something that some people don't love, but at the end of the day it's creative writing and I enjoy doing it. Here is a link to Part 1 if you missed it! The official part 2 of A Wild Fix will be out very soon, but for now, enjoy this expositional interlude from our good lad, William Butcher.

It was safe to say that, since your first meeting? You and Frenchie didn’t get along very well. You had been running with The Boys for almost a month now, yet the two of you couldn’t agree on a single thing. But honestly? That didn't really matter to you. He didn't seem like the kind of person you wanted to be close with, anyway.

You had adjusted pretty well to this double standard of life, working for Vought, and working with The Boys. You were very careful, and there hadn’t been any close calls…yet. As for adjusting to the basement hideout? That didn't necessarily get any easier. You had carved out a little spot for yourself in one of the less occupied corners, just big enough to set your computer down, and maybe put a cup of coffee off to the side. And at the moment, that's where you sat. Working out time to help out wasn’t very hard. You were a member of The Seven, yes, but due to your powers, you were more of an alternate. You still went to meetings, and you still lived in the tower, you just weren't sent out as much. Butcher had requested that you dig into a few things for him in the Vought database. The Vought database had become available to you since you signed the contract with the company. It didn’t contain anything majorly world shattering, just some more detailed info on every Supe that had ever been involved with the company, including deceased, and currently active Supes. The info pages almost reminded you of trading cards, you laughed to yourself at the thought. It almost made you wonder why Vought hadn’t cashed in on some sort of trading card game.

“Something funny, love?” Butcher asked. You could see him approaching from behind in the reflection of your laptop screen.

“Yeah, actually…” You said, beckoning him over. Butcher crouched down next to your chair, looking at the computer screen. “Don’t those stats kinda look like trading cards? I mean, even the way it’s set up. Surprised Vought hasn’t cashed in on that yet.” Butcher raised a brow and leaned a bit closer to the screen, letting out a small ‘hmph’ sound. 

“You’re not wrong.” He examined the screen for a moment. “So you can see every Supe that's ever been involved with the company?” You nodded.

“For the most part, yes. But usually if there's anything they need to hide, the Supe goes to whoever runs the database and asks for that piece of information to be taken off of it. It’s actually in the contract somewhere, in the fine print, if I remember.” Butcher gave a small hum of acknowledgement.

“So if I had to guess, Homelander doesn't even have a file?” He asked. You narrowed your eyes towards the screen as you clicked out of the file you were on, and searched Homelander’s name in the top bar. When the file came up, you clicked it. Low and behold…? Not much. Just his in-company stats, The Seven logo, showing his affiliation with the group, and the year he had been signed onto the company. 

“Yeah…nothing much. Most of The Seven are like this, actually. If I remember correctly…” You clicked out of Homelander’s file, and clicked on the search bar again. You went to type in ‘Maeve,’ but Butcher stopped you, placing his finger over one of the file cards on the screen.

“Who’s that bloke?” He asked. You raised a brow and moved his finger out of the way. He had been pointing to a file card for the Supe named Mixer, who belonged to a new Vought owned Supe team that had been gaining steam recently…Residency. Vought had always sort of branded it as the new age Payback, but it was more of a marketing thing. The Supes on the team were legit, powerful, and some of them popular…But it definitely wasn't anything close to Payback. Mixer, admittedly, was one of the more known Supe’s on the team. He had been a musician first, gaining popularity from his young start in the industry. And as soon as Vought could get its bloodstained hands on the poor guy? He was signed on. Now? He had a residency at Planet Vought Casino & Resort in Las Vegas, and a spot in Residency.

“That's Mixer. He’s around my age, I think…Super popular in the music industry.” You explained, clicking on his file card.

“You know’im?” He asked. You shook your head as you scrolled through his file. 

“I met him at a convention a few years back, around this time of year actually…He seemed kinda full of himself. He has a residency now, though, kinda ironic, at Vought’s casino in Las Vegas.” You explained. Butcher nodded, clearly thinking.

“How is it ironic?” He asked.

“Mixer is part of a Supe team too, but the team is called Residency. So I thought it was kinda funny that he had an actual residency-” Butcher cut you off.

“Another Supe team? Owned by Vought?” You nodded.

“Yeah. It's him, Klepto, Bloodshot, Laugh Track, Void-” Butcher cut you off again, before you could even finish naming the members.

“The convention you met him at…Was it a Supe convention?” 

“Yeah. But not like the crazy fan ones. It's by invite only. All of Voughts Supes go, it’s a huge event. They invite new, upcoming Supes, and Vought investors. It’s a 3 day affair. They usually hold it at the Casino location that's here in the city, though, not the one in Vegas.” You turned your head to look at him, narrowing your eyes. What was he thinking?

“You said it was around this time of year?” He asked, turning the laptop towards himself so he could scroll.

“Yeah, usually towards the middle of fall…Why do you ask?” You raised a brow.

“I’m assuming you're invited?” He asked, the smirk on his face growing.

“Yeah, like I said, most contracted Supes are there. Annie is going too, we kinda have to…You’re not thinking what I think you are…right?” You asked, narrowing your eyes once again.

“That's exactly what I’m thinking, love.” He chuckled and stood up. “A whole casino full of Supes and Vought officials? That's practically an information gold mine. And with your connections? We’re bound to uncover something. Do you get a plus one or anythin like’at?”

“I’m pretty sure contracted Supes get two guest passes, but this is out of the question, Butcher. Digging at a Vought run Supe convention? It’s suicide for anyone involved.” You said, closing your computer. This wasn't a good idea, not even in the slightest.

“So if both you and Hughie’s girl go, that's four guest passes between the two of you?” He asked.

“Yes but-” Butcher cut you off before you could protest.

“Just enough passes for Hughie, MM, Frenchie, and meself. It’s settled, then, love.” Butcher gave a smug smile and patted your shoulder. You cringed internally. Butcher wouldn’t take no for an answer…and you didn’t favor the idea of being on his bad side.

 If you were caught, no, if any of you were caught snooping around at this convention? You’d be dead before you could leave the building…or worse.

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And that's the end of my exposition bomb. Again, Part 2 is coming very soon, and I'm sorry that I had to break it up like this. This series became more involved than intended, as you can probably see. More information regarding Residency and its significance is to come👀 Stay tuned to get back to your regularly scheduled Frenchie x Reader content <3 Adieu!

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