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daisygirlwrites · 2 years ago

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Task Force 141 + Reader (Callsign-Crash): friendship headcanons

a/n: Hello hello! Just some random headcanons that I had written down for Crash and her relationships with the members of the 141 team. Nothing romantic, just some wholesome stuff.

original gif by @collinnmckinley

also, this is really freaking long, sorry in advance. enjoy reading!

Before getting thrown out the window and getting her callsign, she was quiet and shy around the group. Opting to listen to others conversations, rarely adding to it.

Honestly intimidated with how tightly knit the team is, and given her previous team’s history, she was scared to get close.

Volunteered to be the DD whenever the group goes out to a bar. Fortunately, most of the time, Ghost is sober(enough) to help her get everyone into the car and into their rooms

Would silently comfort Soap and Gaz whenever they threw up, rubbing their backs and getting them water.

In the mornings after, she got everyone a breakfast burrito. Soap and Gaz are eternally grateful. Got a little information about her when they asked why she got them food. “Help with my hangovers during college.” Soap and Gaz gave each other a look as she walks away

After the window incident, Crash becomes a lot more open. Seeing how they treat her as if she has been with them for years, it wasn’t fair to them with how closed off she was.

Soap:

He talks to you a lot and you don’t mind. He just comes out and starts rambling on whatever he has interested him at that moment. You don’t really say anything, just sitting there awkwardly (because why would he want to talk to the newbie instead of his friends) but nodding to what he says anyways. One time though, he looks at you and says “Thanks for listening to me. It’s nice to have someone not tell me to ‘Shut the fuck up Mactavish.’”

Literally you after he tells you this:

“you’re my friend now. we’re having soft tacos later” vibes

Would send him memes and funny videos whenever you guys are on leave

His contact name on your phone is “Bubbles”

Would show you how to make bombs out of random shit. Set them off in bare fields or abandon buildings. Had a couple close calls

Will let you call him Johnny but you call him Mac instead.

“Aww, why not, lassie?”

“I’d rather not get my ass beat by your boyfriend.”

Calls you Lassie along with your callsign. When he wants to piss you off, he calls you Mini Ghost or Little Ghost

Like Ghost, you rarely take off your balaclava and tactical glasses

“The mask, take it off.”

“Nah, I don’t wanna.”

“You ugly?”

“Not as ugly as you old man.”

Has yet to seen you drunk though and he intends to get you there some day

Holds his hand when he’s throwing up

You would use him as a pillow during rides back to the base

The first person to tell him about any drama that’s happening in your life

Gives you advice about men

"Men are stupid, trust me, I am one."

Loves it when you would go on ramblings about the things you like. Anime confuses the hell out of him but he would always ask you about the plot and your favorite characters. He’d ask you about the current artist you listen to and has a list of recommendations from you so he could look them up when he gets home

After a mission gone wrong and believing that it was his fault, you seek him out, finding him sitting alone in the meeting room. You tell him

“It’s going to be okay. I trust you, John.”

He tears up and you wrap your arms around him.

Gaz:

With you two being the youngest, you bond over similar experiences

Sometimes share exactly one brain cell with each other. Sometimes you, Gaz and Soap share a brain cell

Brings out the chaotic gen z energy of each other

Your guys’ energy:

Follows each other on social media and would send each other tiktoks at ungodly hours

Kind of have a competition against each other to see who’s Price’s favorite child is

Gaz finally has someone who he can talk about anime with

Favorite shows to watch together: Cowboy Bebop, Samurai Champloo and Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

Similar music taste. The whole team listens to Queen, David Bowie, Pink Floyd and a few more others. However, Gaz and Crash have the same love of rap and indie pop. Anything they find on tiktok will be added to their shared Spotify playlist.

Gaz would ask about how college was like. He thought about going but ultimately for him, the military was the better option

“Were you part of a sorority?”

“Oh hell no. Loved going to the parties though. Always had top shelf vodka.”

“Really? Thought students couldn’t afford it.”

“When it comes to alcohol, we find a way.”

Share the same sentiment of feeling like they’re not doing enough in the team. After a particularly rough mission, you two would find a corner and just sit together in silence.

Would break the silence by quoting something from vine or tiktok and all things would be okay again

Price:

He has adoption papers ready

Crash, despite your name, is polite, respectful and responsible. Would always help Price clean up after meetings and briefs

Same with Soap, you would listen quietly to Price’s war stories and even his favorite fishing trips

Saw in your file about what happened to your old team and captain. Vows to never pull the same stunt as them

Sadden to see how you’re so young and has seen and dealt with many things already. It breaks his heart that there’s more that you’ll experience.

You, Soap and Gaz would do dumb shit all the time but you knew when it was the right time to bail. Of course, they would snitch on you to Price. You’d rarely get in trouble though

Basically you two:

Would gift him cigars from the countries you’d visit during leave

Also a matching set of torch lighters. His has a special green flame while yours is pink.

You don’t smoke anymore but you would hangout with him and help him finish reports together.

Price often thinks about a life where he didn’t join the military. A life of normalcy. To go to a home filled with life.

Would have loved to have kids and technically, he still can but his job makes it almost impossible.

But with Gaz and now you, you two are his pride and joy.

Would be the “hip” dad and will always ask about the new slang and memes

“This food is-what you kids call it...uh, busting!”

You and Gaz look at each other, “It’s bussin’.”

“This food is bussin’!”

Ghost:

Did not to want to get close to you at all.

Was honestly peeved when Price told him that he was going to mentor you

“I don’t want to play babysitter, Captain.”

Surprised to see how short you were. All of the rumors and information he was told, they never mention your size

At first, he hated how you would follow him around like a lost puppy.

“Leave me alone, go bother Soap or something.”

Doesn’t miss the flash of hurt in your eyes but you turn around anyways.

Before you joined, he, Price and Laswell were all sitting in Price’s office, his phone on speaker. He was reading over your file before Price’s contact said

“She reminds me of Ghost when I worked with him seven years ago.”

He looks up from the folder, Price’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise and Laswell nodding.

“I think we’ll have her transferred to us,” Price replies.

Hates to admit but he’s impressed. Thought the rumors was bullshit but you proved him wrong, time and time again

You still have a lot of things to learn and even more practice to do but he believes in you

Does not go easy. He’s merciless. Has put you down countless times and reprimanded you more. You would always leave training sessions with a new bruise. The rest of the team gets concerned with his training methods.

But you still get up and you blink away the tears whenever he shouts at you

At about five months after you joined, on a mission, you spot an enemy behind him before he does and without a word, you quickly take your knife out and throw it towards the man behind him.

He opens his mouth to yell at you but he sees the enemy on the corner of his eye and watch him slump down. Your knife stuck in his bleeding neck

Gives you a nod after that. Pulling out your knife and handing it back to you

Knife throwing would be one of the training sessions you’d do. It was also a good time for some small chat

Finds out that you’re also a part of the “Dead Mom, Shitty Dad” club

It takes a year for him to SLIGHTLY open up to you

Told you about one of his favorite dishes his mom made and his favorite Queen song was ‘You’re My Best Friend’

Even told you how he likes his Earl Grey prepared

It scares him of how much you remind him of his mom and brother. You have her kindness and his determination. He will never tell you this

You, along with the team, become the very thing he cares about and will protect you to the best of his ability.

Bonus:

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thepersonnamedsam · 2 years ago

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hiii, love your stuff<33 could I maybe request a gen z reader blurb where after getting in a crash due to a mechanical issue everyone worries about her and she’s pissed because she felt seen as weak and vulnerable?? THANK U SO MUCH

life goes on

pairing: genz!driver x '23!grid and some seb cameo

summary: see request :)

word count: 2.1k

warnings: crash, blood, injury, anger issues, tears (idk if that’s a warning), media talks bad about genz!driver, foul language

note: thank you so much for the request!! i am not quite sure if i should write the genz!driver stories in a you pov or a she/her pov, what would you prefer, please let me know, ty :))

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It started with a bad day. FP1 was shit, FP2 was also not great. Her day was just not great. Free practice 3 was better, the car had finally responded to her again. In the first two laps, everything went smooth. She was already singing Smooth Operator in her head. But suddenly the car stirred, luckily she saved herself and didn’t crash, but she did retire from the session.

Her engineer and her sat together for Qualifying. She told him everything she noticed whilst driving.

„I feel like the steering wheel is not responding on time. It’s like it’s two seconds delayed, which is not good.“

He nodded and wrote it down on a notepad. „I feel like there’s nothing we can do, I can check with the mechanics, but qualifying is in two hours, which may not be enough time“, her race engineer told her. She sighed. The last two days were bad for y/n, she hasn’t slept good for at least four days. She nodded and told him that she’d be in her drivers room.

As qualifying started, she only got in one good lap before she had to retire. She was right, her steering wheel indeed had a slight delay. Which made turning corners very hard. She ended Q1 in P19, her worst result in qualifying yet. She was disappointed, in herself and in the car.

Her mechanics tried to fix the issue until the race started, but with no hope. She prepared herself for the race, knowing it would not be an easy one. She was scared, like scared shitless. She tried to call Sebastian during Q2, but he did not pick up. Opting for a quick text, she asked him to call her back as soon as possible.

Lewis heard what happened to y/n car during Q1 and wanted to comfort the young driver. With long strides he went to her motorhome. Her engineer just pointed to her drivers room as soon as he saw Lewis approach him. Three short knocks. Her head snapped up as the door opened. Lewis was standing there, looking pitiful and held his arms out.

„Are you okay, darling?“, he asked her as she nuzzled her head in his shoulders. She let her tears fall freely. Shaking her head she told him how she felt. „The steering wheel is delayed, which is so difficult to drive with and also dangerous. But my mechanics can’t fix it, they don’t know why it’s happening and a whole reboot of the system would take too long! I’m scared, Lewis. I don’t know what to do.“

His hand firm on her backside, he just held the young woman. Telling her to retire to not cause a crash would’ve been the best thing. Tell her to refuse to race. But he didn’t, knowing the girl and her ambitions. She would race, no matter what. She didn’t want to be seen as weak or even worse, girly.

She was girly, but not in the sense of racing. She was just as ‚manly‘ as the other drivers.

„I know that you will make the right decision about the whole situation“, Lewis told her. Oh, how wrong he was.

Q3 was finished with Verstappen on pole, as always, Perez on P2 and Leclerc on P3. Happy to see Charles starting this high, she went into the race with somewhat a good feeling. The first three laps were okay, she sank down to P20, DeVries overtook her with ease on the second corner, as she slowed down as much as possible to control the car. But the longer the race was, the more angry she got. It was not fair, the steering wheel was just not responding.

On lap 24 y/n’s car crashed. In corner eight, her steering wheel stopped working. Instead of a turn, the car just went straight into the pit wall. The front wing smashed against the wall, squashing it against her own car. Her head was spinning. What just happened?

„Red flag, the FIA just announced a red flag in corner eight. Seems like y/l/n crashed. Let’s hope she’s fine.“

Several team radios went through.

„Charles, y/n crashed in corner eight, there’s a red flag, be careful.“

„Lewis, there is a red flag.“

„Be careful, Max. You are approaching corner eight where y/n has had a crash.“

And many more. Everyone was concerned. What has happened? What did she do to crash her car like that. Was she responsive? Responsible? What was going on?

„y/n, please respond. The race has been stopped. What happened?“, her race engineer tried to speak to her, she was non-responsive.

„What the fuck, what happened?! Is she responsive? Are the medics on their way?“, Lewis was the first to address the situation. „We don’t know, we don’t see any medics yet, Lewis.“

And as Max pulled up to corner eight he hopped out of his car. He ran towards hers and yelled for her, to show him a sign that she was still alive, without a response. He was worried, he was always worried when someone crashed, but he was extra worried when she did.

„y/n! What happened? Are you okay? Please give me a sign!“, he tried it again, with no luck. He saw her helmet move, the flashy colours moving from side to side. „Ach godzijdank Ah, thank god“, he mumbled.

The medics arrived and ushered Max to the side. Taking her out of the car and laying her on a spinal board. Transporting her into the ambulance.

She was devastated. It was not her fault she crashed. But the media didn’t know that. They would accuse her of crashing yet another car. That she wasn’t good enough to be in Formula 1. They would report about her as if she wasn’t a human being and just something they could play with. They would talk about her like a doll. It was not fair.

Meanwhile on the paddock the talking began. Lewis was the most worried, he should’ve just told her to refuse racing. What if she suffered a serious injury? Like a neck or spine injury and couldn’t race anymore. It was his fault, that’s what he thought.

Lando was worried too, not really knowing what happened, he was just worried. She could be injured. The minutes went by without any news from her. They were hard for Lando.

Even Checo, who wasn’t usually a companion of y/n, was worried. He didn’t see what happened, but he heard from Max how the crash looked - bad, it looked bad.

„We hear from the medics; y/n is okay. At least that. Let’s hope the race will continue without another crash.“

Lewis released a breather, not knowing he heals so much air in his lungs. He was glad y/n was okay. He still felt bad, always feeling responsible for her. And now that she crashed, his head was spinning with gut wrenching thoughts and worry.

The FIA announced the green flag and the race continued without y/n. When she got back to her garage, her motorhome, she expected a angry team principal, angry mechanics and engineers, expect she was greeted with relieved sighs and shoulder droppings. Her engineer was the first one to embrace her. He told her how sorry he was and how everything was definitely not her fault.

She was still angry, no points, no race, no happy ending for that day. Everything was shit. She had a shit day that race. And it was not even her own fault.

Her team principal came towards her, gripping her shoulders hard and said: „I know this seems bad, it is, but we can fix it. I wish I could send you home, but media still awaits.“

So she waited, she waited lap after lap until eventually Max won the race. She waited until her PR got her out of the drivers room and took her to the media pen, where the post race conferences will be held.

Sky Sports interviewed the todays winner. So, y/n waited for Max to finish. She hoped he would never finish, that she would never have to face the camera and talk about the incident.

But that didn’t happen.

„Hello y/n, how do you feel? Everything okay, no pain?“, the nice interviewer asked her. „Uh, yeah, everything is fine“, she struggled with her answer, not believing herself that everything was fine.

„Can you tell me what happened? We just saw you crashing?“ - „Uhm, yeah“, she looked towards her media PR, what was she allowed to say? She shook her head - no bad words about her team. „I-, uh, I lost control of my steering wheel.“

The interviewer nodded. „We saw you retire from the race after Q1, having struggled already in FP1 and 2. Did you have problems with your steering wheel during them as well?“

She sighed. She was tired, her neck ached and she just wanted to be in her bed.

„I mean, kind of, yeah you could say I struggled with it during free practice.“

If she told the interviewer that she struggled with it during the whole yesterday and today, she would’ve bad mouthed the team.

„Last question for today, y/n. We asked Twitter for some comments, would you be so kind to make a statement to some of them?“

She really didn’t want to, knowing exactly what most of them had to say; women don’t belong in motorsports, etc.

„Sure“, she sighed. Her PR nodded, happy that y/n decided not to refuse.

„Alright, @motodports_2 said: That’s the second time this season that y/n crashed her car and we are only on the 7th race. What do you have to say to that?“

She closed her eyes, the headache creeping in like a madman with a desire to kill. „That’s true, that was the second crash of the season. And I am sorry for that, my team doesn’t deserve me crashing that many times during the season. I apologise.“

Sebastian was sitting at home, watching the race from his couch. He couldn’t believe what she was saying. The team doesn’t deserve a driver that crashes so much? Bullshit.

He missed her calls earlier that day, he wished he would’ve picked up his phone or at least called her back. But what she was telling to that interviewer was absolute bull.

Charles, who was next in line, also couldn’t believe the stuff you were telling Sky Sports.

„Okay, @maydrive says: The way y/n is throwing away her career in F1 with those shenanigans. Get a grip, will you?“, the interviewer read from the screen in front.

Charles was shocked, he never had to respond to any comments like that. How was she experiencing something like that?

„Uh yeah, thank you @maydrive for that. I will try to get a grip, and you are right, I am throwing away my F1 career like that, but I don’t want that, that’s why I will keep trying to get better“, her eyes were starting water. Just don’t let those tears fall, y/n. They want to see her cry, don’t give them the satisfaction of it.

„Thank you, y/n. Rest up and good evening!“

Her PR pulled her away and onto the next interview. After all that, she was exhausted. Exhausted and angry. How could they be asking her questions like that? Not fair.

Back in her garage, she let the emotions flow. Tears were streaming down her face, sobs were heard and her body was shaking. Her PR handed y/n her phone, leaving her again with a gentle pat to the shoulder.

Seb was calling her.

„Before you say anything, don’t let them treat you like that ever again. Not your fault, if you had problems with the steering wheel, it is not your place to apologise“, Seb interrupted her, before she could even sob into the phone. He heard sniffles. „Don’t cry, liebes dear. You did nothing wrong today.“

„Seb, I wish you’d be here“, she sobbed into the phone. It broke his heart. Comforting someone over the phone was hard, much more if the person being comforted was a teenager.

„It’s gonna be okay, life goes on, okay?“, he told her. „I just feel so weak and vulnerable. They hate me, they always find something wrong with my driving.“

„You are not weak! Who told you that?“, a voice from behind her sounded from the dark. Fernando Alonso stepped out of the shadow. Seb instantly recognised the older spaniards voice over the phone. Glad y/n was not alone in a time like this.

Fernando embraced her. Hugging her tight and firmly. He felt her heartbeat against his chest, beating like crazy. „Breathe with me, y/n.“

They were standing in her motorhome, embraced in one another. If a camera had noticed, headliners would say: Alonso and y/l/n dating confirmed? But there was no camera around.

She had her family here in F1. She belonged here, just as much as any other driver. She was not at fault. She was not weak or vulnerable. She was strong.

°°°

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felswritingfire · 1 year ago

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Homelander x Chaotic! Hyper Fem!Reader

The Homelander brainrot is real and I hate it with my whole being. I want this man dead, he's so pathetic. Anyway, I haven't watched The Boys but I'm hooked on his character thanks to falling down the rabbit hole with Character.Ai and all the talented writers for The Boys fandom, like? Absolutely scrumptious works. Also I just really wanted to write for a chaotic reader, the hyper fem part came after lmao

TW: This was written with a AFAB reader in mind so there's descriptions of Reader wearing a skirt, no pronouns specified; Homelander's creepiness is considerably toned down for this, but he does break into reader's apartment and actively stalks them; Reader says some saucy stuff; Cussing; Homelander has a panic attack/mental break down; Reader is a horny virgin; Age Gap, it's only mentioned once or twice, but it's still there and prevalent; Gen Z humor- reader is a Gen Z baby, they're in their early 20s

"You didn't tell me that Homelander had a slutty ass waist." The words caught him off guard. They were whispered. Somewhere in the crowd. His eyes fought to stay glued onto the press speaker, his smile twitching ever so slightly. The comment had hung in his head, floating around like a phantom, even as he took the stage and did his speech perfectly. Like always. He preens as the people clap and cheer for him. Then the voice chirps out, in the safety of the cheering and the noise: "Homelander? More like Sluttylander, am I right?" He hears a scoff after that, zeroing in on the conversation now: two women. No older than their mid 20s. "Hey, I mean that respectfully." "You know he's like 20 years older than you, right?" "I'll bend him over and make him call me daddy. I'm not a coward." A cackle. He had scanned the crowd while keeping a smile plastered on his lips. He was curious what foul mouth little shit was talking. Until his gaze lands on… you. You look like the cat that got the cream as you look at your friend who has to hold onto you for support as she giggles and laughs. Your bright eyed gaze moves from her back to him just to tense as you catch his gaze. "Um," you elbow her- Renae- to get her attention and she giggles before she looks and she's freezing too. "He isn't looking at us is he?" She shrugs. "I don't know…" she trails off. You squint before covering your mouth with your hands, talking just loud enough for Renae to hear you but no one else. "Blink twice if you can hear us." It was a joke. There's no way- And then he's blinking. Once. Twice. "Oh bitch-tits." You want to scream, grabbing Renae's wrist, pushing through the crowd. "Fuck, dude, this is going to be my thirteenth reason, I swear to fuck-" He watches the two of you go. He shouldn't be interested. You're just some snot nosed kid. But… how you spoke, the chaotic-ness of it all. The way the light caught your hair, the curves of your body, the way that skirt flares up as you scurry away... he's intrigued to say the least…

💫 Homelander wasn't normally so… interested in the general public, but he had been quick to commit your face and voice to memory. He had actually stumbled upon you, finding out you worked at some high-end retail job. You dealt with snooty people and all the while kept up that pretty little customer service smile despite the clear signs of barely concealed frustration searing under your skin. He could smell the heat of your blood and watched you through the building's walls when you went on break and sat down stiffly, just to scream into your hands. It started out as something funny because he found your misery amusing and then the descent into madness started.

💫 It was like he went through the five stages of grief. At first he had convinced himself that he keeps watching you out of sheer amusement. And then he started to take in more pieces of you: how you took care of things you treasure; how you cared and cooed at the plants that were in your house; how you talked to that damn fish that your treasured so much; your little mannerisms- things he started to find… cute. Then it was denile: no he didn't find you cute he found you amusing. He laughed when you seethed about your toast burning; how you had a breakdown as soon as you got off work because the crushing weight of living in a capitalistic society came crashing down on you; how you talked to yourself like you were having a full blown conversation with another person- you were amusing. And then came the realization and then rage: how dare you make him feel like this? You were just a sniveling little thing. He was a god. How dare you? And then came acceptance. He was… casual when he accepted it. Like all the turmoil had fallen off his shoulders. He was watching you, taking in how you nurtured your "plant children", how you talked to them and wiped the dust off their leaves. It made his heart flutter.

💫 After that, his casual viewings become much more of a time investment as he pays closer and closer attention to you. Every waking moment he has when he's not busy juggling the press and Vought, is spent watching you. Taking in information and storing it in his brain for safe keeping: what you like to eat; your favorite type of plant; your dream vacation; what type of fish you have (you have a betta. He searched them up. He learned all about them to feel closer to you).

💫 Soon enough, observing isn't enough. He starts to go into your apartment when you're not home, looking at the coziness of your space. Taking in the scent and looking at your plants and your Betta fish that flares his gills at him. It makes him snort in amusement. How cute. He'll lay on your bed, shoving his face into your pillows and inhaling deeply, moaning in contentment.

💫 He also starts to "coincidentally" run into you on the streets. He finds it so funny each time you gawk at him. A "holy fuck!" Leaving you as you gesture wildly, "it's fucking Homelander!"

○ He's not too keen on your potty mouth, but he supposes he can let it slide. He's just as bad.

💫 He smiles his charming little smile as he'll make small talk with you, his hands on his hips as he takes you in. He loves knowing how much stronger he is than you and he has to fight hard to keep from popping a boner. You're so fun to talk to, you say the most out of pocket things:

"Yeah, like, almost got stabbed by a homeless man today. Like, 0/10 would not recommend." You said, looking at your nails. Frowning about the nail polish already chipping. "Yeah, well, not many people put 'being stabbed' at the top of their list of things to happen to them." He replies with a laugh, moving closer to you, taking in that mellow perfume you wear. "I mean, I'm down for knife play, but I'm a classy slut. You have to take me to dinner first." He's flabbergasted. He loves it.

💫 He begins to insert himself into your life, taking up more and more of your free time, you don't even notice it at first. How he just… starts spending time at your home. How you two begin a ritual of movie night every Saturday (he forced Vought to make that day his off day. He was not to be called under any circumstance short of the world going to implode on itself). You have so many emotions in that body of yours and he finds it amusing when you gasp or a look of disgust crosses your face at something a character did. You'd be horrible at poker.

"What the fu-" He has an easy smile on his face as he wraps his arm around your shoulders and places his hand over your mouth. Not threateningly. More playful than anything. You simply hold onto his hand with both of yours as you watch the screen.

💫 You catch him off guard all the time. Your girly appearance gives nothing away to the chaotic tendencies. You were the closest thing to an actual agent of chaos he's seen. He once watched you, while you were with that little friend of yours- Renae- run across the street as a group of men cat called you, swinging your purse at high velocity speed, yelling: "I'll fucking end your bloodline!" The men were terrified and scurried off screaming "crazy bitch!" You had given Renae a thumbs up, proud of yourself. He also watched you steal a pro-life abortion sign "saying Jesus wouldn't want this" and javelin throwing it into someone's backyard pool before bolting down the street, cackling. Both times in heels. Both times he was weirdly turned on.

💫 He likes how girly you dress. He loves it actually. He loves all the soft pastel colors you wear and the pleated skirts. It makes you look soft and delicate and he's obsessed with it. He has a tendency to pull at the hem of your skirt, flick it up slightly. You just give him a dead stare and lift up your skirt. "Shorts, bitch." You do it every time and he thinks it's funny.

💫 He hates that you're home screen is a collage of Soldier Boy with that stupid cursive font saying: "my daddy is super dead, but he could still hit it <;3". He hates it and then your lock screen is of your fish.

"Why do you have that?" He asks with disdain. "What?" She asks looking up at him. He rolls his eyes. "Don't play stupid. Why is he your wallpaper? He's dead. He's been dead." Sure, that was his hero but like hell he wanted to see that man's charming smirk on your homescreen. "Soldier Boys is hot." You say it with all the seriousness of someone telling a prophecy. Homelander's eye twitches. "And I'm not." "No. You are. With your slutty waist." She assures him. "But Soldier Boy is the OG daddy." He scoffs.

● He ends up stealing your phone later on when you're not looking and changing the wallpaper himself, having memorized your password.

💫 For as flirty and raunchy your mind was, you were oddly freaked out of genuine touch. The first time he tried to make a move on you, you screamed and almost gave yourself a concussion with how you fell over the arm of the couch. He was stunned until you explained you had issues with romantic touch. "Daddy issues, am I right?" She tries to play it off with a laugh. He is not laughing. Later, though, he starts to find it amusing, taking the chance to make you squirm and blush is so funny to him. He revels in your pain and embarrassment.

● He has killed people who had done the same. Like, actually snapped a guy's neck for it.

💫 He is NOT thrilled when you talk about wanting to rail fictional characters. He actually gets pouty. Genuinely gets pissy. He tries to ban you from watching anime.

"But. Toji hot." "I don't care if 'Toji hot'. He spits. "Toji is a fictional character. You need a real man that knows how to please you." You look at him, eating a spoonful of cereal despite his protests about eating it so late. You chew slowly and swallow. "Toji's got that potent dad nut. It works, John." Homelander practically chokes on his spit at that.

💫 He lets you call him John. He likes when you call him John. Call him John.

💫 He actually tries to be better for you because you've voiced how you didn't like when people get hurt. He tries. Key word tries to be more aware, to be a better person. Just for you.

💫 Absolutely goes insane if you praise him. It's all he wants and all her craves. You've casually complimented him once and he's latched onto it ever since. He's infatuated with your praise. He's like a puppy, looking to you after he did a good deed, looking to you when he does a chore right. It's almost better than sex for him. Almost.

💫 He's elated when you let him lay in your lap. Despite how squeamish you were about sex, you craved physical touch and, guess what? So does he! He's obsessed with laying down and taking in your sweet scent, your fingers playing with his hair as you scroll through your phone. He adores the casual touches you leave on him, adore every time you hang onto his arm. He knows you don't mean anything romantic, but it still fills a hole to have a genuine companion that cares about him in his life.

💫 You've helped him after a breakdown, when his mind felt like it was splitting and his ego was taking in a mind of its own- and then there you were. In all your pretty, pastel colored and pleated skirt glory.

"John?" You say softly, not approaching him just yet. Giving him the space he needs. "Do you need a hug?" He's breathing hard. He didn't know why he came to your apartment. He thought he was going back to his penthouse in Vought towers. But no. Here he was. And you're standing there, confused about your pretty features. The chaotic side of you is completely gone for the moment. He just stares at you. Of course you'd run to some bitch. A voice hisses in his head. We're a god among men and you come crawling to some fucking- He squeezes his eyes shut. Your eyes soften. "Come on." You say, your voice soft and gently. A soft coo to him. "Let's sit you down." You open the door wider for him and he trudges in, looking completely drained. He sinks into your couch and you disappear into your room and come out with a fuzzy blanket. The one you wrap around the two of you have movie night. You drape it over him, gently. "It's ok, sweetheart," you say. "I don't know what's happening but you're safe now." He almost scoffs. No one could touch him. He was The Homelander. But… how you said it. It made his chest ache with something heavy. "Can… Can you hold me?" He practically whispers. "Of course, honey." You open your arms up for him. He immediately melts into your hold, his head pressing against the crook of your neck, his hands desperately clinging to the back of your shirt. He sucks in a breath of your scent before he breaks, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as his sobs into you. He's not a pretty crier. But who is? You run your hand through his hair. Your cheek resting against his head. It feels strange to see a man that could be your father break down. But you had a feeling he was a mess on the inside. All that bravado and charisma making up for an abysmal childhood. It takes him a while to calm down. His puffy eyes blinking, his blue eyes glassy, he sniffles. "Oh, sweetie," you coo, swiping your thumb under his eyes to wipe the tear streaks away. "You look like a mess." You say softly, not to make fun of him. Just to state an obvious fact. He sniffles, glaring at you. You smile at him and he melts.

💫 He won't let you paint his nails, but he wants to paint your nails. He has a pension for picking colors related to him. You make fun of him for it.

💫 He lets you put accessories in his hair. ONLY when it's movie night. He did accidentally go to a meeting with a hair clip that has rhinestones that spelt 'JUICY' on it. The Seven stayed silent and he was embarrassed as hell when he saw it in the mirror of the window.

💫 HE IS ACTUALLY TRAUMATIZED WHEN YOU FIGURE OUT HE WEARS A BODYSUIT OH MY GOD. HE SUFFERS. THAT'S HOW YOU GET HIM BACK FOR MESSING WITH YOUR FLUSTEREDNESS.

"What's up, my cute stick bug." "Shut the fuck up." You are the only person allowed to poke fun at him about that. Anyone else would get obliterated.

💫 If you involve him in picking out your outfits, he has hit Nirvana. He has truly seen heaven. He actually has a pretty solid eye for clothes. But he will take the opportunity to coordinate an outfit that has colors that compliment his hero outfit. If you notice, he'll play dumb.

💫 Anyway, congratulations, you have an OP friend. Until he isn't content with just being friends any more….

Thank you for reading! If you'd like to support me consider donating to my Ko-fi!

#the boys tv #the boys #the boys amazon #homelander #the boys homelander #the boys x reader #homelander x reader #x reader #fem reader #afab reader #kinda nsfw.#tw: age gap #tw: cussing #tw: stalking #tw: breaking and entering #not a reblog.#I messed with one thing and now this fuck ass is eating up my life #shoot me in the foot now I swore no mommy issues man would give me this many emotions and here I am #I AM FULY AWARE HE'S A HORRIBLE PERSON DON'T WORRY #IT HAUNTS ME #Also this is under the pretext of Reader not realizing how much of a piece of shit he is #But I kind of churned these out so...#if you want a part 2 totally ask #I wanna write one with Soldier Boy #also if he was played by anyone else other than fucking Jensen I'd beat the shit out of him. No shield would save his ass from my wrath #say goodbye to your knee peepaw #READER ALSO DOESN'T KNOW THE FULL EXTENT OF HIS MOMMY ISSUES. AT ALL.#READER KNOWS HE HAS ISSUES BUT NOT HOW BAD

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anonymouzee · 2 months ago

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AMARANTHINE - Dr. STONE

sum☆: "ᵉˡᵉᵍᵃⁿᵗ! "𝙰𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙴 (adj.) undying, immortal, eternally beautifulIn which Stanley Snyder, Xeno Houston Wingfield, and (Y/N) Ambrose were trapped in an unexpected stone world that had been petrified 3,700 years before. However, they were 'infiltrated' by some foreign brats all of a sudden.Of course, they don't give up without a fight, do they?

warnings:. all characters are 18+!!! violence. language. FICTION!! don't like it? scroll away!! first ever post on this app. english is not my first language, so ugh.(Dr. Stone x Reader)(Dr. STONE : New America City Arc) MANGA SPOILER

(CHAPTER 3) Z=151: Dr. X

The crew had salvaged the downed airplane, finding a treasure trove of corn kernels – a lucky find that could save them years of cultivation. Senku, ever the scientist, announced his plan to track down the enemy, while Gen wondered who would be sent on the mission.

"A whole cornfield would be a lucky find that'd save us a year of cultivation and propagation!" Senku said to his companions. "Don't forget why we came all this way – the corn."

"Ahem... I meant... who will be doing... the pursuing?" Gen asked.

tadah-!

"Me, the explorer! Gen, the mentalist! And Kohaku, the gori – er, the bodyguard with hyper vision! The ultimate trio tracking someone down!" Chrome exclaimed, pointing at himself, Gen, and Kohaku.

"Plus the enemy might notice a larger group," Kohaku added.

"Bad way to go, Gen!" Chrome complimented the mentalist.

The Stone World pair were excited at the prospect of exploring foreign lands. As the trio began their journey to track down the enemies, Gen suddenly realized something was amiss.

"Wait, something's off," he said. "They're luring us in. The enemies know exactly... what they're doing."

"How infuriating," Gen muttered. "They dare challenge a mentalist of my caliber?"

He recalled his recent loss in a poker game, a frustrating experience that had left him determined to improve.

"Two losses in a row? No thank you," Gen said. "Because I..."

"... have to do some growing of my own," he finished confidently. "Chrome, Kohaku, hang back and allow me to take the lead. I'll be sure to mark the path forward with flowers."

As Chrome and Kohaku followed Gen's instructions, he ventured off on a different path, leaving behind a trail of flowers to guide his return.

"<Hello, is anyone there?>" Gen called out warily.

"<YIIKES!>" he exclaimed as two unknown figures revealed themselves. A man pointed a machine gun at Gen, while a woman stood behind him, a combat knife pressed to his neck.

"<Whoa! Who are you guys? I totally didn't realize anyone was up there!>" Gen exclaimed.

"<How terrifying! Please don't point a gun and a knife at me!>"

The man began to pat Gen down, while the woman continued to hold him at knifepoint.

"<Patting me down? I swear I'm not carrying any weapons!>" Gen said truthfully.

The woman behind him, her breath a sigh of annoyance, pressed the knife a little closer to Gen's neck. Her movements were deliberate, each shift of the blade sending a shiver down his spine. He inhaled sharply, a reflex triggered by the sudden proximity of the cold steel.

"<How annoying,>" she muttered, her voice dripping with disdain. "<This one is sure loud. Anyways, any weapons, Stan?>" Her eyes darted to the man beside Gen, her gaze searching for any sign of a weapon.

"<Yeah, no weapons. But... you've got other stuff up your sleeves, who are you?>"

As the man questioned Gen, the woman released him from her grasp. Gen finally got a good look at the second enemy, and he couldn't help but be impressed by her beauty.

When the man saw Gen staring at his partner in awe, he repeated his question.

"<Well?>"

"<Tadah!>" Gen replied, performing a magic trick and making flowers appear in his hands.

"<A magician?." the woman asked, her voice surprisingly gentle.

"<That's riiiight!>" Gen confirmed.

"<I could tell from patting you down. You've got strong hands and not much else, at the very least, you're not a warrior,>" the man said.

"<Unlike... those skilled samurai friends of yours.>"

"<The first to strike wins, y'know? I was hoping that we crush you all... but now I've got a whole heap of questions,>" the man said as he started to walk away with the woman.

"<Bet you've got some too. So, how about you come and meet our leader?>"

As they venture through the forest, Gen was taken to the American Fortress, where he was amazed to find a cornfield and landing strip. A moment later, he and the unknown man and woman arrived at their territory.

"<Get ready to celebrate the new world's first-ever visitor,>" the woman said to the new unknown man.

'He's just like dear Senku. No, this one's an adult. An eal-ray professional scientist!' Gen thought.

As Gen was lost in thought, the man who had brought him to their territory suddenly put Gen's hands and feet into a bucket of water with wires in it.

"<A pleasure, I'm sure! I suppose it's time for introductions,>" said the unknown scientist. "<The man over there, who for some reason has a bizarre habit of sucking toxic fumes into his lungs...>"

"<Gimme a break, I'm just having a smoke,>" replied the man.

"<Is Stanley Snyder, he's ex-military, well, still a military but now in my employ,>" the scientist continued. "<And that beautiful and elegant woman beside him is->"

As the scientist, a man with a meticulously styled pompadour introoduces , Gen's gaze drifted towards (Y/n). She sensed his eyes on her and, without looking up, glanced discreetly into her pocket mirror. With a practiced hand, she reapplied a touch of lipstick, then closed the compact with a satisfying click. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she turned to meet Gen's gaze.

"<What?>" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of challenge.

"<- darling (Y/n) Ambrose, an ex-model. I suppose she's a soldier now but in my employ.>" He snatched and kissed (Y/n)'s hand, and she chuckled.

"Oh Xeno, you flatter me," she replied.

"It is simply the fact, dear," Xeno said.

"<And I'm Dr. Xeno. So, who might you be? And where have you come from?>" Xeno asked Gen, his face suddenly turning terrifying as he tightened his push on Gen's neck with his wrist.

Gen replied, "<I go by Gen Asagiri, erm, that is to say that's my name... I used to be something of a magician back in Japan...>"

'Not exactly a lie, but I'd better not mention the mentalist angle,' Gen thought.

"<Japan?! Did you hear that, Stan, (Y/n)? How wonderful! His group braved the Stone World and traveled so very far, like an eastern-bearing Columbus!>" Xeno exclaimed excitedly.

As Xeno was talking to his friends, Gen noticed a monitor behind him.

'Breathing. Sweating. EKG reading. Wait... could this be... a polygraph test?!'

'Oh, how dare you challenge a mentalist like me?~' Gen thought confidently.

"<Oh dear~, it's nothing but hellish labor in the kingdom of science,>" Gen said in pretend. "<Our science leader is the worst of all – a real taskmaster. That's why I fled, if you must know...>"

Xeno glanced at the monitor to see if Gen was lying, but...

"<Amazingly, he seems unrattled. His answers flow without a hint of hesitation, it's almost elegant,>" Xeno mused.

"<Is he telling the truth?>" Stan asked.

(Y/n) added, "<Is that good news then?>"

"<Not quite,>" Xeno replied. "<Either he's honest to a fault or the world's greatest liar. It's not a problem, though, because I love both types!>"

'I'm going to infiltrate this place, dear Senku... until it's ours for the taking. Including the resource we need... for massive amounts of revival fluid, those cornfields will be ours!' Gen thought.

"<So you're saying... all we gotta do is snuff out this science-pro leader of yours?>" Stan asked, taking a puff of his smoke.

"<What is this scientist's name?>" Xeno asked Gen, his voice filled with intimidation.

As Gen panicked at the question, he blurted out a name...

"<The genius scientist's name is Dr. Taiju!>"

Conveniently, Taiju was on the Perseus sneezing.

#xreader #dr stone x reader #dr. stone x reader

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personwhowrites · 2 years ago

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Okay hear me out, platonic reader w/141 team! Reader accidentally calls Price a Karen in a briefing but no one gets it except the reader and Gaz? (Gaz is obviously gen z) Once finding out what it means, Price makes them run laps?

Keep up the amazing writing!! ♥️

Thank you so much for the support! It means a lot to me! Lots of love - E <3

“Now that you all are here finally.” Price says laying down a file. “We need to discuss your guys behavior the past couple months.”

“..Which is good or bad?” Soap asks looking at the thick folder. “It don’t look good..”

“Exactly.” Price responds making you and Gaz look over. “You all have been out of line.”

“How out of line?” You ask crossing your arms. “We all just been ourselves.”

“Starters, Ghost.” He says grabbing one paper out of the file. “He threw a rookie against the wall, because.. they complimented him..”

“Self defense.” Ghost responds from the corner of room.

“From what? Self defense on what term.” Price says shaking his head and looking over. “Ghost.”

“Love.” He hisses at Price. “I don’t want rookies near me. I told you about that yet you set me there.”

“..Okay you did warn me about it.. but uh okay what about you almost killing soap in sparring.?” Price says looking at Soap. “Seriously how are you still alive.”

“Luck..really needed.. luck..” Soap mumbles looking at his arm. Scars from the sparring. “..Jesus how I’m I still alive..”

“You only die when I tell you to Johnny.” Ghost says now walking over to the table. “I’m not the main problem here.”

“You really aren’t, but your the most dangerous one out of all us combined.” Price responds as Ghost sits next to Soap.

“I’m the dangerous one? Have you seen Y/n when she’s mad?” Ghost says shooting you a look. “She threw Gaz against a damn pole.”

“In my defense he was annoying me.” You respond quickly and look at Gaz. “Isn’t that right?”

“I wasn’t! I just asked you what’s wrong!” Gaz says shaking his head. “But I have to admit, your strong for your size.”

“Enough.” Price days grabbing multiple papers from the file. “Soap you snuck in liquor into the base multiple times. Each time you got caught.”

“…and?” Soap says confused. “I do it every weekend.”

“That’s not the problem, you snuck in multiple stuff form your home, bars and other places into the base!” Price says shaking his head. “You failed to get it inside and refused to let someone take it from you!”

“It’s my stuff!” Soap responds angrily. “No one touches my shit”

“You tell him off soap!” You say with a laugh. “Get it! Period.”

Gaz gives out a laugh and coughs as Price looks at him. You sigh as Price goes on with the behavior issues the past month. Your mind dozed off and Gaz elbows you.

“Hey.. look..” Gaz whispers pulling up his phone with a slice of bread falling over.

You give a small chuckle making Price walk over and take the phone. Gaz tries to grab it back, but price throws it against the wall.

“Hey! What the fuck price!” Gaz yells making Price shoot you and him a look. “..never mind…”

“This is what I mean about behavior issues!” Price yells setting the papers down on the table. “Jesus Christ your worse than the waitresses at IHOP.”

“Your such a Karen..” You mumble making price immediately look over at you. “Shit.”

“I’m a what?” Price says angrily, soap and ghost look over at you confused as Gaz covers his mouth holding in a laugh. “You know what.. just get out all of you.”

“Sweet!” You say getting out your seat and rushing out the briefing room.

Gaz and the other two follow. Price takes his phone out and sighs. Then he calls Laswell.

“Laswell…what’s a Karen?” Price asks confused as a chuckle is heard from the other end.

—

Your playing cards with Gaz as Price storms into the room holding a paper. Slamming it in front of you and Gaz.

“I’m not a Karen.” He says making you quickly turn your head to him. “Laps now.”

You turn back to the paper and see it’s the definition of a Karen. You starts laughing as Gaz grabs the paper and stares at it.

“You printed out the definition? Instead of using your phone..” Gaz says holding in his own laugh. “Price what the f—“

“Laps. Now or I’ll make you all do it.” Price says angrily.

“Hey! What do we have to do with this.” Soap says holding a beer bottle. “Fuck.”

“That’s it! All of you laps! I don’t care that’s is raining.” Price says grabbing you and Gaz by the arm. “Now!”

You all make your way outside. Oh it wasn’t raining, it was fucking storming, wind and all. You groan and turn back to price, his face slightly red.

“Come on!” You say looking at him. “You can’t be serious.”

“Your right.” Price responds with a sigh then looks at the others.

“Thank y—“ You say before Price interrupts you.

“Y/n run their laps, plus yours.” Price says looking now at you serious. “..Now.”

You stare at him and groan, stepping out to the track. You starts running, rain, wind and leaves going into your face. Price laughs seeing you struggle against Mother Nature. You pass him and he gives you a smile.

“I’m such a Karen for this aren’t I?” Price says in a mocking tone.

#simon ghost riley #cod fandom #cod #cod mwii #cod fanfic #john soap mactavish #captain price #john price #ghost #soap #kyle gaz garrick #Gaz #funny?#cod mw22 #cod mw 2022 #cod mw2

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years ago

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Been binge reading your poke pasta stuff, I don’t see much it especially reader fics so I’m very greatful. I saw your explaining new gens to Glitchy.

If you could please write that or with another character if possible! (Btw my fav piece of urs was the reader saving Blake 🙏🙏🙏🙏 luv him sm)

“Oh hey, Gold! There’s a new kind of Tyranitar that I think you’ll love. Wanna see it?”

Nodding, the limbless trainer floated over, sitting down beside you on the bed as you showed him your [Scarlet/Violet] game.

While the rest of the pokepasta trainers either rejected or were indifferent to newer generations of games, Gold was impressed by some of the new features, such as the Mega Tyranitar you showed him earlier today.

You had a feeling he’ll adore this version just as much.

“So here’s a Tyranitar, but from the future. It’s called Iron Thorns.”

He blinked in surprise upon seeing the robotic dinosaur with metallic armor on your screen. It had bluish-green liquid encased inside it, visible through transparent pieces.

His face didn’t show much of an initial reaction, but you went ahead and explained the gist of Paradox Pokémon without diving too deep into spoilers (not that you think he’d care about them, but you’re considerate).

“That’s..really cool..” He rasped after you finished, giving you a small smile. “Are there-?”

"Jeez, are they running out of ideas or what?”

You jumped, completely forgetting that Glitchy Red was also in the room with you.

He was in the corner, looking through your trading card collection when your rambles of Paradox Pokémon got his attention--while also irritating him at the same time. It was enough to make him snap the book shut and teleport over to you, huffing.

Normally, he wouldn’t care about all this new stuff; he only got curious when you mentioned Charizard’s mega evolutions, and he thought it was a cool and simple concept: a more powerful form of a Pokémon done via a special stone, with its appearance depending on the game.

That didn’t sound too bad.

But then he accidentally put himself into a Diggserby’s hole when he wondered out loud what else changed in the series. You ranted to him about regional forms, Ultra Beasts, Gigantamax, Z-Moves, and Titans.

Suddenly nothing made sense to him, and it gave him a headache as he simply wondered...why?

Back in his day, the most complex evolutions were Eeveelutions, the only “variant” that mattered was a Shiny, and there wasn’t any past or future “relative” nonsense...only fossil Pokémon.

“Honestly I think it’s cool and brings some unique stories to the game.” You frowned slightly as Glitchy sat on the other side of you. He took off his hat to run his hands through his hair, clearly lost. “Don’t give yourself any viruses, bud. It’s not that deep.”

“I just....it’s unbelievable. They’re just grasping at any theme they could find out there..trying to keep players coming back for more.” He scoffed. “So what’s next? Pokémon changing their types now?”

The ridiculous idea made him chuckle a bit..

Until he noticed your expression was dead serious.

“Wait..don’t even tell me-”

“Actually they can. Scarlet and Violet also have this new battle mechanic called “Terastallizing”, where you can use Tera Crystals to alter your Pokémon's type.”

“..I was joking. Why would--ugh, nevermind...” Groaning, he put his hands over his face. Gold could see how distressed he looked and pouted a little bit.

The Unowns spelled out “I KNOW” for Glitchy, showing that their trainer sympathized with him. He looked at them, and then to him, sighing. “I’m stunned your head isn’t exploding again.”

"Boys, you’re being dramatic.” You chuckled, shaking your head before deciding to continue the game. “Now if you’ll excuse me..I got a Charizard raid battle to do. You’re both free to watch me play. My Tera Crystals have some cool and unique effects to them.”

His eye twitched at your emphasis on those words, and he would have retaliated with some snark had Gold not shuffled closer to you, watching the screen.

And after some hesitance himself....he gave in and ended up doing the same, observing the battle while making sure he didn’t accidentally corrupt your gameplay.

Both of them were actually impressed by the way you battled.

If you were in their world, you’d be a great Pokémon trainer for sure.

Hopefully not cursed like them, obviously.

#clanask #anonymous #pokepasta x reader #glitchy red #glitchy red x reader #lost silver #lost silver x reader #platonic

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time-shardz · 2 years ago

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Ennead x AMAB GN Reader

The Servant of the start

PT:1

Ok I know I wrote GN reader but I don't see enough male reader shit in the community so yeah.

I don't see enough Ennead(Manhwa) x reader stuff I mean it basically doesn't exist so I decided to take the liberty to write something for it this is part one

I would put this on any other fanfiction website/app if it wasn't the fact I wanted to get a few chapters out before I wrote a entire fic for this

So enjoy

This idea isn't mine and is completely inspired by a Quotev fic I started to read so here's the link

Book Of Promos

Why did the world pick me to do this?

Why am I even here?

“I am Ra the God of The Sun

And who are you~?”

I didn’t ask for this…….

Ok that’s a lie I did say I wanted to change the plot of Ennead.

But this isn’t what I had in mind

“You who stood on this very hill on the power of chaos with me who are you?”

“Almighty Ra God of the Sun,I am but simply a lowly being with the honor of being in thy presence”

I bow down lowly to pay my respects as even though this wasn’t my home dimension I knew it would be a bad idea to anger a god.

Ra seemed amuse as I tried very hard to not make eye contact with her bright eyes.

Why must I be the one chosen to be sent to another world?

“How about I give you a purpose and a name?”

What?

“Rule beside me and you and I will make the start the creation of this world~”

Oh no oh nonononono

And get more involved with the plot?

That in itself is a death sentence and I will end up with just as high of a chance to get raped by God.

I simply wish to be a quiet NPC and watch from the sidelines

“Ra God Of The Sun it would be a honor to rule beside a great God as yourself,But I must decline as I am not equipped for such an important task to assist the creation of this world”

Ra’s eyes widen and she walks down closer to me her fingers clasp my chin and force me to look up at her

…..

Wtf is this so hot!?-

“Are you sure~?”

“Yes thine is sure Almighty Ra”

Ra smiles

Why is she smiling

What is she gonna do to me!?

Ra pat’s my head

“Very well From this day on thy name shall be (Y/N) thee shall be the first and forever loyal servant and will serve me and my future children”

How did this happen?

“Kekeke”

I look at the white haired individual in front of me in shock.

Where was I?

I was just returning home from the manga shop after I finally got the entire physical collection of the Ennead Manhwa.

Despite the fact I had long finished reading Ennead having the physical copies definitely felt different to only reading it online.

And now I was in this vast empty space

“Hey hey heyyyyyy~ are you even listening to us?”

I snapped out of my thoughts

I flinched as I saw the black mask with one eye stare into me

I gulped

“W-Who are you?”

The entity seemed surprised to hear me speak

“Finally your listening to us again”

Us?

“Thine name does not matter but what matters is thy is dead”

I’m dead?

Well finally,I actually made it further in life then I believed I would

“You don’t seemed worried”

I stare the being dead in the eyes….eye?

“Man have you seen Gen Z? Like at this point we could go through WW3 and not give a flying fuck”

The being stops for a second and seems to be thinking until it floats back a bit further from me

“Kekeke oh humans are still so amusing after so long,though aren’t you curious on how you died”

…..I didn’t think about that

“How did I die?”

The smile on the entity’s mask seems to grow wider showing some sharp canines

Are those real?

“I believe you humans call this trope truck-kun”

….

I really died to a fucking truck

Am I about to be isekaied rn

“Yes”

I was startled back

“I how- when?”

The entity smiles in amusement

“Of course I’m capable of reading minds I just decided if I want to or not”

Ok that is so embarrassing if he heard what I said earlier

“But yes thee shall be quote on quote isekaied”

“Where am I going?”

Suddenly the mask’s eye closes and it’s grin seems to sharpen.

I nervously redirect my attention to the entity’s tail which swishes around in a strange way.

It looked like how a cat’s tail would swish when it decide to play with its prey

I felt a cold shiver go up my spine

“That is for you to find out darling~”

Suddenly the entity seems to groan in pain and sigh

“Looks like our time is over dear,but I will try talk to you more along your journey,good luck”

Secrets of the Archive

•Originally these were gonna be called secrets under the Sun and secrets under the Moon for some of them

•Y/N wished to be a NPC but already knows their chances of being one is the same chances of Cale getting his slacker life

•Y/N will have some hidden powers cause I mean of course the unknown Entity doesn’t want their play thing to be destroyed so fast

•The unknown Entity says us for a reason

•Thine means I,Thy means your and Thee means you in ancient times

#Time-Shardz Stories #Ennead #ennead manhwa #ennead #x gn reader #x male reader #ocs #gn reader #male reader

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rattyoakenbitch · 3 years ago

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❝𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲?❞ ─ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲

well, you may not like it but you better learn how

cause it's your turn now

❥ content ; gn reader, the company, crack fic, reader is from this gen, a bit of flirting but overall everything is platonic

❥ warnings ; language, somewhat lewd humor

❥ synopsis ; you have a strange sense of humor and it's hard for the company to keep up with what you say, so you explain yourself and teach them a bit of gen z slang 😎

❥ a/n ; this is literally just a stupid crack fic with my dumb sense of humor but yeah. if u wanna be added to my tag list, dm me!

It started off with a few.. creative insults, thrown here and there.

"Y/N, I am the leader of this quest, and you will not talk to me like that!"

"Or what? Cry me a fucking river."

"You best quiet down now if you know what's good for you."

"If you want me to shut up, maybe stop coming up with stupid things for me to comment on, you lumberjack lookin hillbilly."

"Who's Billy?" a voice in the back would say.

Despite any sort of consequences that may come, you just would never bite on your tongue. If you had something to say, it came easily.

"And just so you know, I'm not only insulting you, I'm insulting your whole family, you dense walnut."

"What in Mahal's name did they just say..?"

One way to get you going was if someone instigated an argument or annoyed you, that someone being mostly Thorin.

"Oh, power down, sass robot, and pull your head out of your ass."

"Please, you're so small and bitter like an espresso."

"Nobody asked and nobody cares that you're salty about Elves who didn't do shit to you. Your little Dwarvish cult isn't any better."

"Look, I get that you're short and stubby and you can barely contain your anger in that body of yours, but you are fr losing your gorilla grip on reality and you need to snap out of it."

"Go touch some grass lmao."

At some point, Thorin, who also had a large vocabulary, fired a shot at you, causing your blood to just about boil over.

It took Fili and Kili to hold you back from pouncing on Thorin and ripping his smug face to shreds.

"Y/N! Don't stoop to his level!"

"You're right, I'm going under it, muthafuka!"

Your colorful language wasn't just used in arguments, but in every day life, which honestly added spice and humor to The Company.

"Welp, the Orcs aren't far behind. Let's skedaddle!"

"Let's what now?!"

"VAMOOSE. SKEDADDLE. S C R A M. Orrrr dip, if you will."

"DIP???%+#!$!#("

Fili and Kili would just about short circut trying to understand what the hell it is you were saying, since they would hang out with you the most.

But that didn't mean the rest of the Dwarves weren't subjected to your 'eccentric' personality, as they would call it, and brain rotting words.

"Well, shit, at least you'll die doing what you love." You pat Gloin on the shoulder. "Say hi to Satan for me."

"????? If I die, I am haunting you first."

Gloin did not die and spent the rest of the day silently questioning who was Satan.

At one point, you were captured by the Mirkwood Elves and introduced to Thranduil.

"Yoooo? Elsa?"

"Mister Sir, I'm sorry, but walking around with eyebrows like that should be a punishable offense. Mf lookin like you stole someone's moustache."

"Oh - now I feel bad- SIKE!"

"Whoa now, I know you're old n all but don't have an aneurysm, that's not very girlboss of you."

After roasting the poor old man, you ran into Thorin again.

"OH! So that's why you don't have eyebrows!"

He would only walk past you and quietly mutter to himself, "Foolish modern creature."

In another scenario, way before being captured and held in Mirkwood, you were instead, hanging out with much cooler Elves, and met Galadriel.

"So.. You listen to Girl in Red?"

After explaining what the phrase meant, Galadriel finally got it and was flattered. She didn't answer the question, though.

Those were only a few scenarios, of course. Let's bring it back to the present.

You were walking along some trail together, doing quest-y stuff as always. You were in the middle of the group beside Fili, Kili, and Ori, who asked you to explain certain words and slang you used frequently.

"... That's... interesting," Kili trailed off mindlessly.

".. You have no idea what I'm even saying, do y-"

"Not a clue."

...

"... Y/N, what's a 'tiddie'?"

You let out a breathy laugh.

"It's another word for a woman's breasts. Or a man's. Whichever."

"Oh! So does that mean I have tiddies?" Ori asked joyfully, looking like a kid in a candy store.

You rolled your eyes, "Yes, Ori."

"What about 'mamas'?"

"It's mostly used if you wanna flirt with someone. But it's also used ironically because it's really kinda stupid."

"So when you say 'ayo mamas' to Kili, you're not actually flirting?"

You narrowed your eyes, kinda giving Fili a wtf look.

"No???"

Kili put a hand over his heart. "How could you do this to me? I thought we had something special."

"Oh, grow up," you laughed, playfully shoving him.

Fast forward to nightfall, you were forced to stop set up camp early due to some issues. The night only got worse when The Company couldn't seem to find enough wood to fuel a fire.

"Bruh moment."

"Quiet, Y/N, and help us look."

"I'm looking and there's still no firewood in sight, you fucking piss baby."

Thorin now had his full attention on you.

"Quit it with all this nonesense! What in Middle Earth is a piss baby?"

"I don't know, man! I just say shit to cope with stressful situations and the fact that I exist and I am in this bitch and there's nothing I can do about it!"

Thorin only blinked, looking at you stunned, and then returned to his work.

Eventually, firewood was found, and you all could finally make some food and lay out your bed rolls near the heat.

"I told y'all this manifesting stuff works," you joked to Bilbo, who was in line with you to get some of Bombur's stew.

"Do you think we could manifest ourselves to Erebor?" The Hobbit asked innocently. You laughed.

"Already on it."

You walked over to the 'li brothers' and sat with them after getting your food.

"Hey, Y/N, how do you say it again? This shit is bussin?"

You almost choked on the hot stew, and gave Fili a thumbs up.

"Oh, please don't corrupt my nephews," Thorin mumbled as he passed by, overhearing your conversation.

"Too late, shawty!" Fili called after his uncle.

Kili joined in. "Hey uncle! You look very pog today!"

Too tired to even respond to his nephews' childish antics, he again, whispered to himself, "Those two are going to be princes. Mahal, save us."

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mothra-mcyt · 4 years ago

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I hope I’m not bothering you but can you do more gen z reader with Dream smp members like siblings or just dated you can pick if you want

☾ MCYT's as siblings to young reader ☽

》 Dream 《

I have talked about this before but it’s just going to be constant annoying each other

Will brag to you about literally anything

But he also seems like a really cool older brother that would just go on a drive with you in the middle of the night while just listening to some music

Would also be some what protective over you making sure that no one is being mean to you and if they are

well then good luck charlie

》 George 《

Honestly he’d probably be a really chill but also awkward brother

Tries his best to show his support but he’s struggling

Is not the best at comforting you when you’re sad and stuff but he’ll try his best to take care of you for example making sure you’re drinking enough water

The only time you two see each other tho is at 3 am in kitchen when he ended stream and you staid up for long

This will end up in two sleep deprived people having therapy sessions at 3 am in the kitchen

》 Sapnap 《

He's also probably the type of brother to go into your room, make fun of you and then leave your room without closing the door behind him

If he founds out someone is being mean to you or you're getting bullied he will definitely beat them up

"Hey i'm the only one who can call them a dumbass!"

Will use his older brother privilege to brag about stuff to you

》 Tommy 《

If you're the younger sibling you're basically fucked

Drags you into everything and in the end blames it on you

But is also very protective of you

If you're his older sibling he's constantly annoying you

Is gonna definitely gonna come into your room steal something and then run out without closing the door

If you ever lend him money you're never gonna get it back

》 Tubbo 《

He would be a pretty nice and chill sibling who wouldn't cause that much problems

But if you want or need him to be chaotic he definitely would be

"Hey Tubbo, wanna fill the entire bathroom with rubber ducks?"

"Sure right now? And how many ducks are we talking?"

Whenever you two go shopping together you constantly have to stop him from trying to buy everything he likes

》 Wilbur 《

If you're shorter than him (which he probably is) he's definitely gonna brag about it and use your head as an armrest

Whenever he gets a chance to tease you or jokingly make fun of you in any way he will take it

But if anyone other than him makes fun of you he will be very protective over you and is not afraid to punch that person

"Hey this is my idiot sibling and i'm the only one allowed to make fun of them."

If you ever come out to him in some way he's gonna be very supportive of you

》 Technoblade 《

Usually avoids you most of the time so you two never really cross paths

But you two definitely have deep conversations (cough therapy cough) in the kitchen at 3 am

Never shows affection or that he cares about you but whenever he goes to the store tries to bring you something he thinks you like

If you ever get bullied by people will definitely threaten them and believe me after that they would be too scared to mess with you ever again

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icecoffeesimpwriting · 4 years ago

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Here’s some nice fluffy Edward headcanons bc the Edward x reader tag is dry asf and I’m here to fix that.

Edward Cullen x reader (it is very obvious reader is a Gen Z and also I’m so sorry if these are random and all over the place I just wanted to write something!)

Edward enjoys head scratchies he literally turns into a cat and if you try moving your hand away he pulls it back to him

Y/n: Edward my hand is cramping please can I take a break?

Edward: n o < 3

You wake up to him staring at you and at first it scared you shitless but when you get used to it you just kiss his nose and say good morning and the biggest smile forms on his face and he gives you a proper good morning kiss

Nicknames!! He calls you things like: Dove, My love, My world

Nicknames for him that you call him: Eddie, Edds, Bby Boy, Bitch Boy (Rose calls him these when he’s being dramatic and you just picked up on it)

It’s very obvious that Eddie loves music and he enjoys listening to different kinds I throughly believe Edward would enjoy, Mother Mother and you guys blast their songs and sing them together

Gets jealous when Rose and Alice steals you away to do something he always tries to tag along and Rose threatens to hit him with her least favorite car when you come back it’s like a puppy seeing their owner he comes running to you and snatches you away before Rose or Alice can do anything

I believe Edward would enjoy cooking with you even if he doesn’t eat he enjoys watching you all focused and being satisfied with what you made

When you can’t sleep and your at his house he plays the piano for you and sings gently he put a small couch in his piano room and when you fall asleep he carries you to bed and tucks you in

If you enjoy horror movies please be prepared for him to try and connect with the monster and how he himself in it please just kiss him and tell him to shut up

(Psttt @tonesplash writes amazing Edward works and they wrote me some about watching horror movies with Edward and a bunch of other good stuff you should check them out!)

If you wear make up he would be very interested in the process and the products you’re using let him do your make up once and he’ll have so much fun

Alright homies there you go!!! Please enjoy this and remember my ask box is open but please read the rules first!!

Look at that smile that’s what you wake up to I wanna wake up to that🥺🥺🥺

#edward cullen x reader #edward cullen #twilight #fluff

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fabricated-misslieness · 4 years ago

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Hello! May I request sfw/nfsw hcs for Corpse (or Sykkuno) x Male reader please? If not that's cool, I hope you have a wonderful day! - 🥀

Corpse Husband and Sykkuno x male reader

Ah, back to my normal format-- WAIT A WILTED FLOWER ANON

Requested: Yes

SFW & NSFW Relationship Headcanons with Corpse and Sykkuno

Corpse Husband

SFW

My man’s got drip, so if you don’t got drip, he’s probably going to help you dress up.

Imagine matching outfits with Corpse, that’d be so cool.

Painting your nails together is nice bonding time.

He doesn’t go out in public very often, so if you don’t either, that’s great. That said, if you do go out, you’re probably going out together.

Crippling social anxiety ain’t going to stand going outside alone

Corpse doesn’t take care of himself well, so you have to. You’ve got to remind him to shower, brush his teeth, eat, and go to sleep for at least three hours. Don’t pressure him into trying more than three, cuz it’s hard, y’know? And help with the foil

You’ve got to help him with his issues, reassure him he’s good and that he’s enough.

If he’s feeling depressed, you’ve got cuddles for days, though you do have to get up sometime.

If you’re gen z, he'll quote a vine or tiktok and expect you to go along with him. If you don’t know the reference, you’ll get a feigned disappointed look and a small teasing comment.

Sometimes he starts singing his songs while he’s doing something, so follow along with him, it’s cute.

Stargazing and other edgy date ideas are his go-tos.

If you’re dating him and aren’t like a youtuber or internet personality, you’re not allowed in his youtube room.

Maybe he’ll tell you he’s a youtuber, but even if he does, you’re still not allowed.

Coffee, always, every morning

You’re a tea person? Okay, but he’s not drinking any of your stuff, he’s drinking his dirty Earth beans, as Jack calls them.

You’re a coffee person? You wake up to a hot cup of coffee, but not breakfast.

Corpse needs you to cook for him, he’s not the best cook, certainly not the worst, but he likes your food.

Unless you suck at cooking, in that case, he’ll cook.

I don’t see him as much of a physical affection kinda person, apart from cuddling since it’s relaxing.

He’s fine with it cause it’s you, he won’t really take hugs or shake hands with strangers, but you’ve got to initiate everything apart from cuddles and kisses, unless he’s in some sort of love bug mood.

Sometimes he’ll just silently drag you to the bed or couch and plop himself in your lap.

You better get good at reading him, cause sometimes he wants something, but he doesn’t want to be a bother, but he really wants it-- it’s just a mess.

Help raise his self-esteem, too.

NSFW

Once again, you have to initiate everything.

I don’t imagine Corpse is very experienced in being bottom so you have to guide him.

He’ll probably feel like he’s being a nuisance to you, so you have to reassure him he isn’t.

The first time is awkward but once you get comfortable together, he’s good at it.

The first few times he’s a pillow baby, when you get comfortable he might be a brat sometimes. Most of the time, though, he’s a pillow baby.

Corpse loves to please you and do what you ask of him, but he has his boundaries, of course. Things like testing his flexibility too much, hard degrading, knife play, public sex, etc.

He’s probably into slight praise, since he’ll grow a bit desensitised to praise if you use it too much; choking, bondage, overstimulation, orgasm denial, and degrading. How can one be into degrading and praise at the same time, you ask?

✨mood✨

Would probably love you dirty talking to him and making him beg, too.

Favorite position is from behind because you can go deep and you won’t see his face. He gets a little embarrassed from his moans and your gaze on him.

He’s a mix between a moaner and a groaner, more of a moaner though. His moans in comparison to his voice are a way higher pitch, like his laugh to his voice, which is a fact that gets him a little embarrassed.

His voice makes dirty talking amazing, and so is his begging. (For reference, remember that one time he was saying “Please vote Rae” like he was desperate)

He likes receiving but he also loves giving, he gets to pleasure you and choke himself at the same time. His face going down on you is an absolute turn on, it’s so sexy, and the way he smirks up at you.

After care is just cuddles for him, since he feels a little lazy and doesn’t want to get up to clean himself up. He only will if you tell him to.

As for how often you have sex, it depends on you. The only times he’d initiate is sexual tension or special occasions.

Sykkuno

SFW

He’s inexperienced, since as he says “The ladies aren’t attracted to me.”, which they are but he doesn’t give himself enough credit.

He’s a cuddle bug if you’re alone. That said, he likes showing off that he’s yours in public by holding hands and kissing your cheek, but anything apart from that will render him into a blush.

Sensitive baby, so most pick up lines and flirting make him flustered.

Sykkuno is a disaster in planning dates, he finds a place he wants to go to but he thinks you wouldn’t want to go there, a place you’d like but you end up not liking it, some place you like but he doesn’t, he’s just a mess.

You’ve gotta take care of him, but not as much as Corpse. You have to make sure Sykkuno doesn’t forget to shower and that he eats nutritional meals, rather than only gamer or college student food.

Imagine dressing him up like a soft boy. He’d be so cute. The pastels already go so well with him.

The kisses he initiates are always soft and short and usually don’t drift off into anything else. Anything rougher than a normal kiss would drag out a small moan from his throat, making him embarrassed.

He likes hugging you from behind and resting his head on your back. If you turn around and hug him back, he’s a little flustered. If you nuzzle into him, he’ll get even more flustered.

Cuddles are usually spooning, laying his head on your lap or embracing with a soft blanket over the two of you.

He loves it when you play with his hair, it lulls him into a sleepy state.

Coming out to the internet entirely depends on you. Whether you want to or not, it’s your decision.

If you do, however, you’ll definitely be in plenty of videos, including OTV ones.

NSFW

Also inexperienced here, totally inexperienced.

You’re his guide. He’s a stuttering mess throughout the first few times, and he will always be, though just a little less.

There’s a lot of “umm”s and “uh, okay?” when he doesn’t understand.

Once you actually get to the fucking, he’s a total pillow baby. His moans are so pretty and he mewls and whines along with them.

They’re high pitched and loud, one after the other with small breath breaks.

He pants and sweats a lot from the beginning.

Usually, at the end he has small tears in his eyes. They’re not from pain or anything, they’re from all the pleasure you’re giving him.

He prefers receiving over giving since he doesn’t think he’s very good at giving, that said, his face going down on you is hella cute too.

He has tears in his eyes and his face is flushed red.

His ahegao face is just as beautiful, if not, even more.

Favorite positions would be riding, because he doesn’t want you to do everything, and from behind, because he’s embarrassed about the faces he makes, despite all the praise you give him.

Kinks would probably overstimulation and praise.

After care is totally up to you, since he’s too tired for anything. He will complain about how sticky he feels if you don’t want to get up either, which ultimately urges you to get up and help him.

How often you have sex depends on how Sykkuno is feeling, which could be entirely random.

#youtubers x reader #youtubers x male reader #sykkuno x male reader #sykkuno x reader #corpse husband x reader #corpse husband x male reader #corpse husband fanfiction #sykkuno fanfiction #anonymousrequest #⚠️nsfw🙈

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animeyanderelover · 4 years ago

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alright ok real request how about ciel sebastian claude and alois fighting over a a modern reader like they get trandsported to the black butler world and the four boys fall in love with them cause there so weird ya know? like gen z weird anyways sending my love ❤️

When those four men here clash together all hell shall break loose. Ciel and Alois Are aged up in here.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, paranoia, clinginess, manipulation, sabotage, desperation, stalking, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of killing

Fighting over a modern reader who got transported into their world

☕️🐈‍⬛Ciel and Sebastian were the first one to find you. You were stumbling around their mansion, confusion visible on your face whilst you mumbled something from where the heck you were and why everything looked like you were somewhere in the nineteenth century. Your clothes were really something else. Both of them had never seen something like this before. And when you saw both of them your eyes suddenly widened and in the next moment you were suddenly all over them, yelling excitedly something about that they looked in real life so much more cooler and handsome then in the Anime.

☕️🐈‍⬛Ciel labeled you at first as insane, telling Sebastian to remove that lunatic from his manor. Sebastian on the other hand sensed that there was something off about you. Your soul...It was almost like it wasn’t from this world. But this wasn’t enough to convince Ciel. That was at least until you pulled some weird object out of your pocket. A glowing box you called a “phone”. This was evidence enough for Ciel and Sebastian. There was nothing like this in their world.

☕️🐈‍⬛You had nowhere to go so Sebastian offered you to stay with them for the time being. Ciel was at first against it. He wasn’t too keen on the thought of having a dimension traveler in his house, but Sebastian has a silver tongue so it didn’t take much to convince his master otherwise.

☕️🐈‍⬛The objects you had were hidden somewhere where only Ciel, Sebastian and you had access to. You needed to dress yourself properly even though you strongly refused. No wonder, you were used to wearing stuff like “jeans” and “hoodies” and a lot of other stuff. You did possess some knowledge about how to act normally in their time, but Sebastian took it still upon himself to teach you everything.

☕️🐈‍⬛Both of them made sure that your secret was safe with them. So whenever the servants or other people asked you questions that would be a bit difficult to answer both of them talked for you. They even went as far as creating a fake identity and background story for you.

☕️🐈‍⬛They were also fascinated when you told them about your world and things like “airplanes”, “phones” or “TV”. You possessed more knowledge than Sebastian and were very well informed about the history and the upcoming war.

☕️🐈‍⬛The fact that in your world their life was an “Anime” brought very different reactions from them. Sebastian was amused at that whilst Ciel felt annoyed as well as embarrassed. Their faces when you told them that they were shipped in your world were priceless.

☕️🐈‍⬛You were weird and unique and both of them became quickly overprotective over you, simply because they were scared what would happen if someone would find out about you. And the more you told them stories from your world and showed them your really special character the more you fed them with their obsession. Ciel became obsessed because you knew so much he didn’t. Sebastian became obsessed because of your one-in-a-kind soul and because of the fact that you weren’t from this world.

☕️🐈‍⬛Both of them were quick to notice the interest that they both had in you and started to see it as a game of cat and mouse, using all tricks and manipulations to become your favorite. If one of them was already your favorite he would tease the other endlessly about it. Ciel had of course control over Sebastian, but he what kind of butler would Sebastian be if he wouldn’t find ways to get his private time with you?

👅🕷Now to how you met Alois and Claude. News spread about the new person who lived with the young Earl Phantomhive, catching Alois interest quickly. Rumors had it that this person was precious to Ciel. So why not annoy him a bit? He invited all of the Phantomhive household to a ball he held. Claude’s job was it to somehow isolate you from the others so Alois could have you for himself.

👅🕷When Claude saw you for the first time he knew that you couldn’t be a normal human. Your soul seemed somewhat different from all the others. He noticed also how Sebastian kept throwing warning glaring a at him, a signal to stay away. Ciel on the other hand noticed Alois eyes drilling into you and the mischievous look on his face told him everything he had to know. Sebastian and Ciel tried to stick together, but with 5 demons working under Alois one thing led to another and before you knew it you were suddenly in a more isolated area with Alois and Claude.

👅🕷You honestly didn’t know what to do, knowing how both of them were. Alois tried to talk with a sugarcoated voice, asking you who you were and what you were to Ciel. But he needed to admit that he found you very cute. Claude on the other hand stared intensely at you, not being able to wrap his finger around what exactly made your soul so special. You had no other choice, but to talk to him, careful with not spilling from where you really were. But both of them sensed that you were lying and Alois got more and more persistent with you until you felt like you would break. That’s when Ciel and Alois suddenly stormed inside to take you back.

☕️🐈‍⬛👅🕷There was terrible tension between them and quickly a heated argument started, with Alois and Claude demanding to know what you were hiding and Ciel and Sebastian trying to get you out of this tricky situation. Out of fear that a fight would interrupt you just told them the truth, silencing all four of them. Ciel and Sebastian out of shock because you had just told those two guys your biggest secret. Alois and Claude in the other hand were stunned when hearing that you came from another world. That would at least explain why your soul seemed so special.

☕️🐈‍⬛👅🕷But now you had the problem that you had Alois after you who desperately wanted to hear more from you and the world you came from and Claude who had formed a huge obsession over your matchless soul. Ciel and Sebastian both were against it, but you found that now that you had told them anyways it would be only fair if they would know as well. It took you days to convince all four of them to meet up and discuss some special rules.

👅🕷Just like with Alois and Sebastian they enjoyed when you told them what existed in your world and it didn’t take long for both of them to become obsessed with you as well. Alois fell hard for you and the fact that you were from another world gave his delusional mindset even more to feed on. You were truly an angel from another world. Claude was at first only obsessed because of your soul. But the more he got to see from your weird character, the more he became obsessed with you as a person.

👅🕷Alois didn’t even notice that Claude had fallen for you too and by all means, Claude hoped it would stay that way. Alois was a brat and whenever you were visiting him he spent the whole day with you. But Claude was a demon and had his ways to sneak you here and there away to spend time with you.

☕️🐈‍⬛👅🕷But this could only work that long without the other pair noticing. And then there was war. Because all four of them were incredibly possessive and wanted you for themself. Now you were stuck and needed to choose. Not like it would matter anyways. If you would choose one, the other pair would just kidnap you and vice versa. There will be blood spilled for you until one of the pair is eliminated.

☕️🐈‍⬛👅🕷If they should ever find a way to get you back then there’s a good chance that they would accompany you since you woke their curiosity. But if it’s only possible to send you back they’re gonna crush that chance in their hands. You won’t go anywhere if they can’t come with you. However, if you should find a way to travel back without them knowing then they will forget their grudges temporarily and will search together for a way to either get you back or travel to your world. Preference to the latter.

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere ciel #yandere ciel phantomhive #yandere sebastian #yandere sebastian michaelis #yandere alois #yandere alois trancy #yandere claude #yandere claude faustus

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peanut-butter-parkerxx · 3 years ago

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y/n...stark?

peter came to the avengers compound early to surprise Mr Stark but he bumped into....another stark?

warning: language

pairing: peter x Stark!reader

status: strangers

y/n's POV

I was doing my daily morning routine, stretching then getting ready for the day until I hear my dad shout my name

"YES DAD?" i ask rather annoyed that it's just the beginning of the day and he's already asking for me to do stuff.

"ITS YOUR TURN TO MAKE BREAKFAST!" he shouts..again, it's Tuesday already? ughhh. i stumble tot the kitchen with a clearly amused face..can you hear my sarcasm?

"already grumpy huh?" Sam spoke trying to annoy me, which clearly worked.

"shut up Samantha" I give him the side look.

"stop calling me that!"

"not a chance" I stick my tongue out

"ok ok enough guys" my dad oh yeah did I mention my dad's Tony Stark? and the annoying dumbass beside me is Sam Wilson...the FALCON? well once you get to really know them they get very annoying.

"ugh fine, what do you guys want" I say trying to get this over with.

"LADY Y/N! IS IT HER TURN TO COOK?" Thor suddenly barges in, oh no.

"yes Thor now please take it easy on me and don't make me do 20 pancakes JUST for you" I practically beg

"well I'm sorry M'lady but a god has to eat" he says slapping his I-still-don't-know-how fit stomach.

"ugh..great" I say grabbing sauce pans and ingredients to the counter.

"good morning everyone, fury wants us for an emergency meeting" Steve announces giving me a salute to which I salute back, its kind of our thing.

"ok well *claps his hands* good luck y/n, we'll come back in like 30 minutes, oh and if you hear any footsteps go immediately to your room it's probably a cleaner or something" my dad says, the thing is..no one knows THE tony stark has a daughter.

only the avengers do, and its kinda hard living with with like 100 employees who don't know I exist, but that's why my dad made me a schedule.

if I remember correctly there is a new recruit who still doesn't know me yet, peter? I think? he always came in the weekends so I usually just hang out in the basement or in my room.

But I caught a glimpse of him once I couldn't see him really but from what I've seen he looked cute.

"yeah dad I know, don't worry" I reassure him.

"now go! I have a lot of cooking to do!" I say. once everyone left for their meeting I asked F.R.I.D.A.Y to play my cooking playlist.

peter's POV

I finished school early today, it was something about a kid exploding the lab by accident? I don't know I just thanked god it wasn't me because of my web fluids and stuff.

so on my way back home I realized I'll probably be home alone, mays at work right now and she'll come at like 8 or something. so I decided to surprise the avengers!.

when I came inside I couldn't hear anything which was odd because this building is the most chaotic building to ever exist. I asked F.R.I.D.A.Y where the guys are and she said they're all in an important meeting

"but Miss Stark is in the kitchen" she concludes, wait what? Miss Stark? does she mean Pepper? I got so confused but made my way to the kitchen.

while I was walking by the white halls I heard...was that Niall's voice? then i recognized the song, it was 'live while were young' by probably the best boy band that ever existed for us Gen Z's.

but who would listen to one direction? I made everyone listen to it but only Thor, Quill, and Groot liked it, maybe vision but his expressions are unreadable, anyways I made my way to the big kitchen, the song was about to finish and I was only met by a very energetic girl dancing in the kitchen while making breakfast

"TONIGHT LETS GET SOME...and live while we're young" she sings the ending, and I clapped, it was the only thing I could do, my whole body was shocked when she turned around.

her messy bun with a few hairs framing her face and the white tank top that was covered by an oversized jacket, with a simple black leggings made her look beautiful, like seriously how can someone look this good in the morning?

"can I-I help you?" she chokes out looking scared.

"oh uhm who are you?" I ask her

"oh uhhh I can't tell you, are you some employee or student?" she says clearly nervous like her cover has been blown, why though?

"oh uhm no I'm not, I cant tell you either" I say rubbing my neck, she can't know I'm a recruit! she looked tense but then relaxed a bit and said

"wait- can you turn around?"

"wh- why? how are you here"

"can you please just turn around?"

"o-ok.." I turn around getting more confused

"are you the new recruit?" how did she?

"wait- how did you know, who are you?"

"oh uhm I'm y/n.....stark" so that's what F.R.I.D.A.Y meant by 'Miss Stark'! wait STARK?

"Mr Stark has a daughter?"

"yes yes he does and nobody knows about that except the avengers, so I figured if you're a recruit I could tell you, but I don't know why dad didn't tell you" wait dad? oh yeah mister stark, I shook my head a bit to focus

"but why did you as me to turn around"

"oh uh *giggle* I've been eavesdropping on you and my dad's conversations...so I kinda recognized your hair then I asked you to turn around to make sure and i was right, sorry that sounds really creepy I-"

"no its fine *laughs* so you've been stalking me?" I smirk

"wha- no I wasn't I was just curious!" she defends

"its fine I was just messing with you"

"oh" she laughs. god her laugh is cute.

"oh I'm peter, by the way peter parker" I say extending my hand

"nice to meet you" she smiles

"you too" I say looking the cabinets "so what are you making?" I ask looking at the ingredients.

"pancakes...a lot of pancakes" I gave her a confused look tilting my head

"its my turn to make breakfast for the team, and Thor by himself eats like 20 pancakes" she says exaggerating the '20' I gave an 'oh' and nodded my head

"do you need help?" I ask her hoping she'd say 'yes'

"uhh sure!" wooohooo!!

"great" play it cool peter

y/n's POV

soo I unexpectedly met peter today, and I was wrong he wasn't cute, he was GORGEOUS. OH MY GOD, why did my dad keep him from me, I can't believe I'm crushing this quick y/n stop.

he asked me if he could help me, what a gentleman! I obviously said yes, trying not to sound too excited but I guess he caught on because he smiled to himself and replied with a "great".

so we were dancing together making pancakes and cutting fresh fruits

"no peter! that's the flour we need sugar! SUGAR" I laughed

"SORRY, SORRY" he laughs as well, to say we were chaotic was an understatement, but I loved every minute of it.

"PETER NO YOU CANT FLIP IT LIKE THAT!" but he was seriously driving me crazy.

"like this" I say scooting over to him, taking the spatula and slowly fixing his mistake, I didn't realize how close we were until I finished, our hips were basically glued together, his face was so close to mine, I could smell his fresh cologne. I absentmindedly lowered my hand while looking at him until some of the oil touched my skin.

"shit!" I flinched, almost falling but soon got caught by peter, his hands were wrapped around my waist securely.

"are you ok?" he asked lowly.

"yeah I-I'm fine" I've never been this close to a boy before, he looked genuinely worried which only erupted more butterflies in my stomach. 'I want to write you a song' by 1D came on, what a surprise! if you couldn't tell yet, I'm obsessed with 1D.

"thank you" I said wiggling from his grasp.

"oh sorry" he says and steps back, I already missed his touch, his warmth but I couldn't think like that so I just absentmindedly hummed to the song, swaying my hips while wiping the counters. after a few seconds, peter walked to my direction and extended his hands.

"wanna dance?" he says softly, can he get any cuter?

"wh- *giggle* of course" I say interlocking our hands. his hands were back around my waist, but this time he pulled me closer

"I wanna write you a song" we both sung quietly, smiling to each other. we kept swaying and swaying.

"hey y/n" he says getting nervous with every syllable coming out of his mouth.

"yeah?" I say looking up at his beautiful brown eyes

"w-would you like t-to hangout sometime?" he stutters, I just looked at him, his stuttering was so cute, why do I have such a soft spot for soft boys?

"you know coz I had so much fun today and-" he was trying to reason with me, then I realized I haven't said anything so I just hugged him tight.

"yes" I breath out "I had fun too" he looked relieved

"great" we kept swaying and laughing at some joke

"hey y/n is the pancakes ready, I'm starvi- WHAT THE HELL?" my dad suddenly enters, looking furious that some boy has his hands on his daughters waist, well he's technically not ANY boy am I right? we both looked terrified and obviously backed away from each other

"h-hey Mr S-Stark" peter says rubbing his back

"so you guys met, huh?" we both nodded sheepishly, looking at the ground.

"this is exactly why I didn't want you guys to meet at the first place" he face palms.

have a good morning/afternoon/evening/night <3

- quacksonlover

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boop-le-snoot · 4 years ago

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 29

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Feels like this story is flopping. Is it flopping? Idk. This chapter is 100% plot and it is spooky. Cursed demon box. Helpful Stephen Strange and grumpy Wong. Hovering Bruce and Tony. Loki being a honorary Gen-Z. Found family but make it ✨superheroes✨.

"That's a lot to unpack," Peter stated once I had given him the bare bones report of the situation at hand. "Uh, are you okay?" The boy was obviously upset at my predicament, placing a supportive hand on my shoulder.

"Kinda?" I offered, making space for Wanda and Pietro who decided to join me and Peter, away from the arguing adults. The mission discussion - an absolute disaster - started as soon as Peter had walked in. Evidently experienced in such matters, the boy ignored the bickering and came over to steal me from Bruce's clutches to peacefully finish his egg sandwich in the company of his peers.

"I wanted to ask if I could see your memory of that time," Wanda meekly offered me a piece of candy. I accepted it - sugar sweet sugar, how I love thee so! The witch continued with a smile: "I think it would be helpful to see what we're dealing with, magic-wise."

"Sure," I trusted her. "Just don't scramble what's left of my sanity, please," All of us laughed at my remark as I laid down on the cold floor with my head in Wanda's lap. Her powers felt like small brain zaps, tingles that began at the front of my forehead and ran down into my spine. I followed her instructions and thought about the times I remembered, finding the box, placing it into my closet, the nightmares. I had a mild headache by the time she was done; no grudges against her - Wanda tactfully avoided my private moments and looked only at the ones containing the artifact.

"You've gotten really good," I complimented her with pure adoration.

"Thank you," She blushed, smoothing back my stray hairs. "That stuff is really strong. I don't think you should go near the box," She admitted. "And Doc should take a look at you. You have a residue left. I don't think that's good either."

"Well, fuck," I said in muted resignation.

"Press F to pay respects," Pietro joked in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere.

"Your luck is almost as bad as mine," Peter pointed out.

I scoffed. "Well, if I see any spiders around, I'll be sure to stay away in case they happen to be radioactive OsCorp runaways."

All of us laughed. Despite the grim situation, I didn't feel doomed. I was surrounded by friends and my boyfriends and my bestie who happened to be a mythical omnipotent god- welp, once again, I was getting too emotional. Once the adults were done arguing, we could start making sense of this mess and hopefully clean it up before the monster is out of the box.

"Mortals," I heard Loki scoff. The next moment, the Asgardian sat down noisily next to me, pout on full display. "This house is a nightmare."

His expression - or the accidental use of a meme - sent me completely, tension leaving my body via copious amounts of nearly hysterical laughter. Through tears and hiccups, I saw Wanda cackle with me and Peter show the meme in question to Loki, noting that he had been once sent to time-out on top of the fridge by Tony himself. Soon, all of us were laughing, much to the displeasure of the adults.

"Children, what is the issue?" Thor asked, irritated.

"We're just waiting for you to be done with arguing," I spoke before Loki could start bitching about Thor calling him a child. "Then I can show Steve and Loki where exactly have I buried the box so Stephen can take me to the healers and get this thing out of me or whatever," I pointed out the most logical plan of action.

Two long strides and the sorcerer was standing over me, boom-boom-whooshing and generally making very pretty golden patterns to appear and land on top of me. Tony and Bruce anxiously hovered behind him, both of my boys concerned and ready to mother-hen me. Ugh, so disgustingly adorable. Wanda's hand encompassed mine - she was nervous.

Stephen took a solid five-minute silence break before coming to a final conclusion. "Wong can get rid of the residual traces of the artifact's influence," The sorcerer announced curtly. "It's good you got rid of the artifact, a few more months and you would have started slipping into insanity if the magic within it was not released," He explained, slowly reaching out a hand to place it on top of my head. I wasn't sure if it was a gesture meant to bring comfort or another diagnostic test but leaned into the touch nonetheless. "Tell me, did you have any behavioral... Disturbances after...?" He trailed off.

I chewed on my lip, evaluating. "I honestly don't know. I've always been kind of an asshole," Honesty was the best policy. "Nothing seems out of order, sleepwalking aside."

"I see," Strange gave me a tight-lipped smile. "Perhaps, it was your stubborn nature that forbade the artifact from corrupting your mind completely. As evidenced by Captain Rogers, even undesirable character traits bring good into this world now and then."

That seemed a little bit hostile. I frowned, giving a questioning look to a frowning Loki.

"Speaking from experience?" Not the one to hold back upon witnessing first-grade bullshit, I withdrew from Stephen's touch, raising a sarcastic eyebrow.

Surprising everyone, the man laughed soundly, eyes crinkling at the corners. "I most certainly do," Shooting me a positively mischievous wink. I felt like I was missing something.

The room's inhabitants slowly ticked out in pairs and threes, eager to complete their assigned tasks. Loki had insisted on coming along to the sanctum with me, even almost getting up in Stephen's face, but Bruce - out of all people - managed to calm the Asgardian down, and together we convinced him his magic would be considerably more useful during the retrieval of the cursed box. Loki was worried - everyone with a pair of functional eyes could see that the spiky attitude was his way of showing he cared about me, which made my insides briefly turn to mush. I didn't expect him to take the title of my best friend so seriously and I definitely was not complaining.

Tony was the last to leave, jittery and shaky, clutching me like it was his last time seeing me, kissing me hungrily in front of everyone. The joke or two he made were weak ghosts of his usual sharp snark.

"I love you and I'll be back soon," I whispered into his ear, feeling him freeze and his fingertips dig almost painfully into my sides. Louder, I repeated: "Not planning on dying any time soon, y'all gotta chill. Let's go, doc?" I addressed the tall sorcerer who was tactfully pretending to be busy with his smartphone.

Wanda pressed a duffle bag into my hands mouthing "clean clothes" a split second before Stephen opened a portal and with a great deal of curiosity, I stepped through it, eyes immediately drawn to the dimly lit space filled with books and antiques. So many books, so many unusual trinkets. The chandelier that hung over our heads rivaled the ones I'd seen in million-dollar-homes of dad's friends.

"Follow me," Stephen extended an arm in the direction of a smaller door, "Please do not touch anything."

I walked a pace behind him, satisfying my curiosity by looking around like a child in a candy store. The air smelled different in the Sanctum, almost as familiar as Loki's magic but less frosty... Warmer. A dash of red fabric swished from somewhere towards me; I giggled. The Cloak of Levitation liked me - not nearly as much as it liked Peter though - so I brushed my fingertips along the fabric, greeting it quietly. Talking loudly in this building was out of the question. I felt like any moment, a disgruntled librarian would appear to chastise me for making noise.

"Strange," A short Asian man appeared, book in hand and looking none too happy. Guess that's the librarian... "I got your text. The room next to yours is prepared for the ritual," The man I assumed to be Wong gave me a curt nod in the way of greeting, doing a quick 180° and walking us back to a small but tastefully decorated room with a single cot in the middle. It was pleasantly warm, a small fire lit in the fireplace, willowy smoke of incense rising from a few strategically placed sticks.

"The bathroom is that way. I'm afraid you'll have to be fully nude for the procedure," Strange declared apologetically, pointing to a door hidden behind the divide.

I snorted, but of course, the weird voodoo shit would require me to be naked. Not that I was embarrassed or anything but still. Tony would have a field day. Locating a chair, I dumped my duffle bag on it, flying out of my hoodie and sweatpants in record time. My underwear and socks followed, feet unpleasantly chilly despite the carpeted floor. I ran a hand over the faint bruises on my hips, evidence of last night, fondly - either Tony or Stephen had left marks on my body and that was... It was great. I loved it, drugs or not.

I heard someone clear their throat and turned around, nearly cracking up at the way both men suddenly averted their gazes, blush riding high on their cheeks. I snorted: "I'm hot, what else is new?"

Wong shook his head, busying himself with some sort of a book; Stephen lingered, eyes fixated on the very same bruises. His tongue darted out, wetting the plush of his bottom lip, and damn, this wasn't the time to get horny. I shook my head and with that, the sorcerer caught himself too, mutely motioning me to lay down on the cot.

"Whenever you're done eye-fucking each other," Wong piped up sarcastically - wow, I liked this man already. Stephen grumbled something quiet and rude, provoking another snort from me.

I followed their instructions - shortly after the Asian man began reading - or rather singing - something in a language I didn't know, I felt myself fall into a deep sleep. Or, I thought I was falling asleep. At one point, my eyes opened to an empty room, a thin sheet covering my bare body, and a silence that made chills run down my spine.

"Stephen?" I called out. I sounded like I was underwater to my own ears. "Wong?"

I was met with silence so deafening, I had no choice but to sit up and look around. The fire was burning strong in the fireplace, several logs blackened from it as sparks flew. It took a second for me to realize it made no sound - there was no crackling. Something was very wrong, the dread was creeping up on me.

Very familiar dread.

With the sheet firmly wrapped around me, I hopped off the cot, suddenly noticing the drawings on my arms, my legs. I was covered in runes similar to the ones I had seen on the cursed box - and my memories weren't missing. As clear as day, I recalled messing around with the box, debating on opening it, taking it out of my room only to find it back on my desk in the morning, some serious Anabelle shit.

I jumped as the floorboards cracked somewhere in the house. Every logical thought I had, backed up by every horror movie I had ever watched, screamed at me to NOT go towards the creepy noise; like moth to a flame, I was drawn in and couldn't resist the unnatural urge to investigate it. On silent feet, I padded out of the room, desperately trying not to think about the lonely, dark hallways filled with strange ancient objects. My steps made no noise.

On the couch, in the main room we'd arrived, sitting lazily, was Tony. I'd recognize his hair anywhere - and the Led Zep tee, old, frayed edges and loose threads. "Tony?" I asked hopefully, trying to make sense of this...

He turned around.

It wasn't Tony. Whatever it was, it wore Tony's face, it held his brown eyes and crow's feet around them - it wasn't him. Wrong, like the lack of sound in this place, misplaced and unnatural. The doe browns didn't sparkle, lifeless, dull color of dried mud. As much as I wanted to go and bury my face in his chest, my limbs filled with lead, my whole body screaming "DANGER".

The impostor kept quiet which only solidified my suspicions. Real Tony would be running his mouth already, poking fun at my impression of a sheet ghost.

"Princess?" The... Thing asked in Tony's voice, but it fell flat and monotone.

"Whatever you are, you sure as Hell ain't Tony," I stated firmly, hoping for some answers. "What the fuck?"

Not-Tony's face changed, familiar features twisting into something sinister, the malice making me sick to my stomach. The creature stood up, causing my feet to take an involuntary step back as he advanced slowly.

"You have no choice but to submit," The Thing replied calmly. "You're not getting out of here. Not even your little Asgardian pet god can save you," Its tone was absolutely flat. I would have thought the thing was a robot if not for the obvious involvement of magic in this situation. Its words filled me with dread as thick as molten lava; unfortunately for the creature, unlocking my memories gave me enough rational balance to be acutely aware of it and therefore, able to fight it.

I could fight it. I didn't know how exactly, but I could resist it. "That's a really bold thing to say for something that... What even are you? Magical STD?" As my brain desperately focused on finding a solution to a problem I didn't know all the details of, my mouth had a mind of its own.

The creature growled, a far more primal noise than a human could make. "You don't know what you're up against, child. I am one for we are many," Suddenly, the room was filled with shadows as if someone had turned off all the lights and cranked up the moon to be the brightest it ever was. The shadows moved, oozed, motion sinister without any light to back it up.

I had no choice but to pucker up. Nobody was coming to rescue me; in fact, I always have taken pride in being a self-saving princess. Damsel in distress wasn't really my style. The hunch in my shoulders disappeared, giving way to a stubborn and stiff expectation of the upcoming altercation, hands bailed in fists.

"I mean, like Legion the demon from the Bible?" I recalled what little I knew from Wikipedia. "I mean, I'm agnostic myself, but if you feel like identifying with that, you should probably see a therapist."

The entity growled, shadows gathering around it like fabric on a string, and lunged. Paralyzed by sudden blinding, deafening fear, I turned tail and ran.

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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 4 years ago

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That’s Christmas To Me| Julie and The Phantoms Cast

Dream-a-little-bigger-x’s Countdown to Christmas

Day 4

A/N: I got so excited when I saw this one was the next one I had to write! I hope you enjoy! I also wanna thank @calamitykaty, @vicesvsvirtuesfanfic, @vrthngiwnt and @bright-molina for letting me pick your brains and bounce some ideas off of you. I love you loads!

Pairing: Platonic! JATP Cast x fem!reader

Summary: 2022, season 2 was about to be released on Netflix and the cast was invited to promote the show on the Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon. A dream come true. When the host asks them for their favorite holiday memory together, the cast immediately flashes back to that time at the Christmas Markets.

Song(s) used: That’s Christmas To Me - Pentatonix | Happy Xmas (War is Over) - Echosmith ft. Hunter Hayes

Warnings: Spiked hot chocolates, but no one gets drunk and no one drinking is underage.

Words: 3,970

Checking her outfit in the full-length mirror once again, y/n sighed nervously. All dressed out to the max for her very first talk show. Her styling team had outdone themselves once again. The gold flared pants, the white satin button down shirt and the white heels just made her feel so fabulous.

Though she couldn’t deny the fact that she was nervous. She was going on a live show, not any live show, but the Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon, nonetheless. Her family watched that show religiously every single night. That thought did not calm her down either.

A soft knock made her snap out of her thoughts and turn around to find Madison in the doorway with an excited smile on her face. “You look gorgeous!” she exclaimed excitedly and ran up to her newest best friend, engulfing her into a tight hug.

She was sporting a gray glittery jumpsuit with black pumps strapped on her feet, her makeup done beautifully and her natural curls flowing over her shoulders with bejeweled clips pulling it out of her face.

“So do you!” y/n retorted with the brightest smile she could muster, though Madison could see right through her and squeezed her hands reassuringly. “My heart is thumping.” The words came out in a whisper as though she was telling a secret.

“So is mine, but we can do this. We got each other, okay?”

Y/N and Madison had gotten along straight away the first day y/n came to set. It was nerve-wracking to weasel yourself into a tight group of cast members who’ve already spent two years working together, but they made it so agreeable. The first day, Madison and Owen came up to her and started bombarding her with so many questions about herself and her character. All she knew about the latter was that she’d be Reggie’s love interest and the villain’s niece who worked for him to try and get Reggie, Luke and Alex into his club. Which of course, would not work out as y/n’s character would fall for the bassist too.

The entire cast welcomed her into their group straight away and the whole process became so enjoyable to the point where it just didn’t feel like work anymore. It just felt like spending time with friends and trying to memorize words and songs at the same time. It was weird. But so much fun. And now, they were able to finally promote said season.

“Madison, y/n, time to go,” one of the show runners said to them when he passed y/n’s dressing room. The two girls nodded and after a simultaneous deep inhale and exhale of stress, they made their way to the hallway where the boys were waiting.

Charlie and Jeremy offered y/n a wide smile to ease her nerves a little before Charlie held out his hand in front of him. “We got this. Legends on three?” The others nodded and, with a content smile on her face, y/n placed her hand on top of Charlie’s.

“One,” said Charlie.

“Two,” Jeremy and Madison added in unison.

“Three!” Owen and y/n finished and all five their hands went up in the air as they yelled out “Legends!” Though it was scary, y/n knew she had four amazing people that would guide her through it.

“Please, welcome the cast of Julie and The Phantoms!” Jimmy introduced them and, while the Roots played the infamous intro song, the cast walked through the red curtain. Madison and y/n ahead, holding one another’s hands as to not fall in their heels, then followed Charlie, Jeremy and Owen.

The audience cheered and applauded until they sat down and the music faded away. “Welcome, welcome!” Jimmy said excitedly. “Thank you for being here!” The cast beamed at the host, unable to contain their excitement nor nerves.

“Thanks for having us,” said Charlie, the polite Canadian.

“So, exciting news, season two of your show Julie and The Phantoms premieres on Netflix tonight, is that correct?”

“Yes!” all five said, though not quite in unison, and the crowd roared again. Y/N couldn’t hide the smile on her red painted lips as she looked out into the sea of people.

Jimmy turned to the crowd, “If the people at home have never heard of your show, how would you explain it?” His eyes fell on the girl closest to his desk, which was Madison, allowing her to answer the question.

“Uhm… Julie and The Phantoms is about this girl, Julie, who tragically lost her mom and, with it, her love for music. That is until one day, she plays this old CD she finds and out pop these three lovable, dorky ghosts who used to be in a band in the 90’s, called Sunset Curve. They died when they ate bad hot dogs--” the crowd let out a laugh, and it made Madison chuckle too. “Yeah! -- Anyway, and so these boys kind of help her find her love for music again and they form a band, called Julie and The Phantoms as the audience can see the ghosts when they play with Julie. And a lot of things happen and it’s funny and light and cute!”

Jimmy let out a chuckle too, “And now there’s a season 2!” Another cheer erupted from the crowd. “What can you tell us about season 2, Charlie?” he directed the question to the boy next to the newbee.

“A lot happens! We see what happens with Nick and Caleb, and we meet Philippa, Pips, Covington who will stir up some crazy stuff in the boys’ lives, especially Reggie’s,” he explained with a grin. He stirred in his seat a little before placing his arm on the back of the couch, behind y/n’s head. The girl tried not to react to the overwhelmingly amazing scent of sandalwood that emanated from this movement.

Jimmy’s eyes landed on y/n and she was certain that for a moment, he knew what she was thinking, but then he asked her a question instead. “How was it for you, y/n, as the newcomer to the cast? Did they immediately embrace you or did you have trouble being accepted?”

“I hated it--” she replied seriously, but then giggled, “No, I loved it! They were so kind and so welcoming, I immediately felt like I was part of their tight group. It did feel strange at first, I’m not gonna lie. But after a while, coming to work didn’t really feel like working anymore.”

“And your character, Phillipa, was she accepted by the other characters?”

She cleared her throat of any nerves before answering. “Pippa was… well-- she was working for her dead great-uncle, so she had to make sure she was accepted and weasled herself into the friend group pretty quickly. She knew how to get to Reggie especially and thanks to him, got into their friend group.”

“That’s amazing. I’m so excited to watch! My daughters are eight and nine, and they loved season 1 of Julie and The Phantoms. They’re thrilled to see the new season!”

A chorus of “aw”s were shared within the cast as well as throughout the audience.

“Yeah, they’re pretty cute.” He picked up his cue cards to remind himself of the next bullet point he needed to talk about. “Oh! Since it’s almost Christmas, I like to ask my guests to tell us a fun holiday themed story before I send them off, do you guys have a fun holiday themed story for us?”

The cast exchange glances until Owen asked, “Should we talk about the Christmas market we did last year after filming?” The rest of the cast made sounds of agreement with a few giggles mixed in between.

“Tell us about the Christmas Market!” Jimmy shouted excitedly, almost resembling a five-year-old getting their Christmas presents early.

Owen took the lead on this one. “So, we were all in Vancouver, we had wrapped season 2 and we would soon be going home, but we decided to spend one last night together at a Christmas market in Vancouver city…”

Bundled up in layers of sweaters and a thick coat, y/n trekked through the layer of snow that blanketed to grounds of Vancouver City. She was trying her hardest not to focus on the blistering cold that nipped at her nose but rather on the story Charlie was telling the others in front of her. His voice boomed into the busy streets, along with the others’ laughter.

She always loved the way Charlie told his stories about every wild adventure he’d ever been on and the way Owen quipped back with the wittiest of comebacks. Or how Madison would chime in with her typical Gen Z humor none of the boys understood. Y/N was sure going to miss the entire dynamic of the group when they were back home.

Thousands of lights flickered above y/n’s head as they strolled through the entrance of the infamous Vancouver Christmas Market. She let her eyes take in the beauty whilst her stomach fluttered from excitement. Her love for Christmas Markets had never faltered over the years. It still excited her in the same way it did when she was just a child.

“Can we get a hot chocolate first? I’m freezing!” Savannah suggested, her teeth chattering as she snuggled into her thick scarf. Smiling, y/n hooked her arm around hers and pulled her closer in hopes the warmth of all her layers would help the blonde girl a little.

“I heard they have a unique recipe that only the Christmas Market here ever uses!” Charlie added with a wide grin before leading the gang towards the warm beverage kiosk. It resembled a cabin from a ski resort, decked out all the way with Christmas lights and foliage.

The group stood in front of the kiosk and read the menu to figure out whatever they’d want to drink. “Ooh, that Peppermint Hot Chocolate sounds delish,” Owen said, and when y/n’s eyes landed on the words, her mouth curled up into a smirk.

“We’re going that route tonight, hm?”

The hot chocolate he was talking about was spiked with peppermint schnapps and chocolate liqueur. This sounded right up y/n’s street, and she knew it would warm Savannah up from the inside.

“Follow me or don’t follow me, that’s up to you, but I am taking that route tonight.” Owen rubbed his gloved hands together until the lady inside the kiosk looked up at him, signalling that it was his turn to order. “A peppermint hot chocolate, please.” He sounded way too confident for someone who had just turned 21 that year.

The woman peered over her half-moon glasses, letting her eyes glide from his eyes to his toes before sneering, “ID, please.” Owen’s mouth dropped open and with a lot of cursing underneath his breath, he reached for his wallet.

“Ha! Owen’s getting ID’d!” Charlie cackled, shaking his head. The woman’s eyes darted over to the second boy, giving him the same one-up before raising her eyebrows as if saying “I’m gonna get you too, little boy”.

And she did. She ID’d Charlie too. No one else but Charlie and Owen, which everyone had a good laugh at as they were sipping their hot chocolates, which for three out of ten isn’t spiked.

While Jeremy and Booboo were still teasing the two boys, y/n turned around and let her eyes scan the entire view in front of her. All the pretty lights and the snow whirling to the ground so gracefully and the music floating through the air made the cold more bearable.

A gasp eliciting from Jadah’s tiny body made y/n snap out of her thoughts and turn to the younger cast member. Her eyes were wide and shimmering, looking up at the tall Christmas tree that was towering above their heads with tens of thousands of lights blinking back at them.

“Isn’t that the walk-through Christmas tree?!” she asked, excitedly.

Madison took her hand and, giggling, they weaved through the sea of people towards the one-of-a-kind festive fairyland. Y/N exchanged glances with the rest before they, too, made a beeline towards the tree, dodging people left and right.

“Hey, Owen, are you sure you’re gonna be able to fit?” y/n asked the tall Oklahoman teasingly. The boy’s mouth dropped open, and before she could properly register it, he started chasing her. She ran past Madison and Jadah, and tried to duck behind any other visitor until he eventually picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. The girl shrieked, prior to a giggle.

Jimmy’s voice echoed over y/n’s flashback to the most festive night of that year. “You guys really sound like a close group of friends.”

“Yeah! We are! We’re like a little family!” Charlie replied, dropping the arm that was on the back of the sofa around the girl’s shoulder.

“What happened next?” Jimmy then questioned, curiously. The whole scene almost resembled a toddler listening to his bedtime story.

Jeremy cleared his throat with a chuckle. “Well, if this night were a movie, you’d now have a cute montage of us going through that magical tree and on the carousel like little children.”

“Yeah, you’d see us stuff our faces with churros and pretzels,” y/n added, making Jimmy and the crowd laugh.

“And we got a lot of Christmas shopping done too!” Madison chimed in with a smile. “I actually got everyone’s present when they were right there with me. None of them noticed.”

“Oh, no, I noticed,” y/n replied with a smirk, to which Madison reacted with widened eyes.

“What’s next?!” Jimmy queried. His eyes were glistening as he listened to the cast talk. He just loved their dynamic and how well they got along with one another.

Y/N continued the story as her mind tumbled back into her daydream.

The music had stopped just a few minutes ago, but only now y/n’s ears picked up on the sudden absence. Knitting her eyebrows together, she lifted her eyes to the stage in the corner of the market where singers were carolling minutes ago, and was now completely empty. As the small amount of alcohol made her brain a little woozy, her teeth gnawed on her bottom lip in thought.

“Guys… Should we--Should we go sing a song?” she suggested, causing all of them to look up in surprise. “There’s no one on the stage… Should we?” she pointed at the podium to emphasize what she meant.

As smiles appeared on each of their faces, the group walked up to the stage and grabbed a microphone each. Charlie reached for the acoustic guitar on the stand, but y/n stopped him.

“Let’s do a capella for once?” she told him tenderly.

When his eyes met hers, she felt her lungs expand with the gasp that left her body. How gorgeous could one’s eyes be. But with that one look, the boy also knew what song she wanted to sing. The one song that had been stuck in her head for the past month during filming. And the rest of the crew knew too because when y/n counted them in softly, they all started to sing along. Their voices mingling perfectly and floating throughout the night sky.

“The fireplace is burning bright, shining all on me I see the presents underneath the good old Christmas tree And I wait all night 'til Santa comes to wake me from my dreams Oh, why? 'Cause that's Christmas to me”

Savannah locked eyes with y/n and a smile fell to their lips before they looked out to the audience they had assembled with their harmonies reaching across the entire Christmas Market.

“I see the children play outside, like angels in the snow While mom and daddy share a kiss under the mistletoe And we'll cherish all these simple things wherever we may be Oh, why? 'Cause that's Christmas to me”

Owen came to stand next to y/n and wrapped an arm around her shoulder as they all sang the chorus together, the tall blondie on lead vocals and the others harmonizing in the background.

“I've got this Christmas song in my heart”

“Song in my heart”

“I've got the candles glowing in the dark I'm hanging all the stockings by the Christmas tree Oh, why? 'Cause that's Christmas to me Oh, why? 'Cause that's Christmas to me”

As though they had prepared the entire performance, Booboo led them into the next verse while the others acted as backing vocals for him. His warm, deep voice sent chills down everyone’s spines, especially of the people in the crowd.

“I listen for the thud of reindeer walking on the roof As I fall asleep to lullabies, the morning's coming soon”

His cast mates then joined in again and together, they sang the chorus once again with Jeremy taking lead this time. While they did, y/n took a hold of Savannah’s gloved hand, squeezing it as they looked at each other with intent in their eyes. Like they meant what they were singing to one another.

“The only gift I'll ever need is the joy of family Oh, why? 'Cause that's Christmas to me I've got this Christmas song in my heart”

“Song in my heart”

“I've got the candles glowing in the dark I'm hanging all the stockings by the Christmas tree Oh, why? 'Cause that's Christmas to me Oh, why? 'Cause that's Christmas to me”

Y/N turned her head to the other side now, locking eyes with Tori and Sacha, and shooting them a wink before they lapsed into the chorus one last time. It felt good to sing with everyone for once. During filming, it was always just a select group of people that got to sing together.

“Oh, the joy that fills our hearts and makes us see Oh, why? 'Cause that's Christmas to me I've got this Christmas song in my heart I've got the candles glowing in the dark And then for years to come we'll always know one thing That's the love that Christmas can bring Oh, why? 'Cause that's Christmas to me”

As the crowd erupted into cheers and applause, the group shared an intense look, one that said they were always going to be friends. No matter how far away they’ll be from tomorrow on. Even if they don’t get picked up for a third season, they’re always going to be there for each other and be the best of friends forever. The only gift they’ll ever need is the joy of family. And they were family.

“That was so beautiful!” Jimmy exclaimed after they’d told him about everything that had happened that night in a short synopsis. “Now, I believe you’re gonna sing for us now?”

The cast nodded in unison. “Okay, what are you bringing us tonight? The song you sang at the Christmas market?”

Madison giggled, “No, though we love that song, there’s one we collectively think is one of the greatest Christmas songs ever. It’s the ultimate classic Happy Xmas, War is Over by John Lennon.”

“Amazing! You can go get ready!” he gestures to the tiled floor in front of the red curtain where the crew had set up their instruments and five microphones for them. “Catch Julie and The Phantoms season 2 on Netflix from tonight! They’re singing for us now. Madison, y/n, Charlie, Jeremy and Owen, take it away!”

Owen counted them in by slamming his sticks together and then began playing the rhythm of the song. Y/N then chimed in with the jingling of the tambourine before the other boys and Madison joined with their respective instruments. Soon after, Madison’s voice floated through the talk show’s studio.

“So this is Christmas And what have you done Another year over A new one just begun”

When the girls lock eyes, they shoot one another a wink before y/n takes over the next part of the verse.

“And so this is Christmas I hope you have fun The near and the dear ones The old and the young”

Then the boys chime in, their voices mingling as they linger in the air for everyone to hear and enjoy. Y/N lets her eyes dart over to Charlie, who’s already looking at her with a smile on his face.

“A very merry Christmas And a happy New Year Let's hope it's a good one Without any fears”

The others shut up, giving Charlie the floor now. He really was born to be a rockstar. The way he just owned the stage and looked like an absolute legend, singing his heart out and playing his guitar like a pro. And he’d only started learning when he was on season 1 of Julie and The Phantoms.

“And so this is Christmas For weak and for strong The rich and the poor ones The world is so wrong”

For a split second, he locked eyes with y/n again as she took over and faced the audience with a smile, still working her little tambourine for the extra jingles. Somehow, this just felt like one of their jam sessions during rehearsals and not at all like it was a live broadcast on national television.

“And so happy Christmas For black and for white Ooh, for everyone Let's stop all the fights”

Their voices mingled together again, and, in a boost of confidence, y/n grabbed the mic from its stand and walked over to Jeremy, rocking out with him as he shredded on the bass.

“A very merry Christmas And a happy New Year Let's hope it's a good one Without any fears”

The music slowed down, and while Madi, Owen and Jeremy took care of the soft backing vocals, y/n walked over to Charlie and sang the lines to one another, never breaking eye contact.

“And so this is Christmas And what have we done Another year over A new one just begun”

The music picked back up. Madison took over this time, and while y/n worked her tambourine, she danced her way towards the Latina girl with a smile plastered on her face.

“And so happy Christmas We hope you have fun The near and the dear ones The old and the young”

She then turned to Owen as he took over on the next part. He shot her a quick wink whilst his mouth curled up on one side. “A very merry Christmas And a happy New Year Let's hope it's a good one Without any fear”

Each taking their turn, starting with Owen, they all sang a part of the backing vocals while the boys and Madison played the instrumental intermezzo. “Merry Christmas”

“So this is Christmas”

“War is over now”

Returning back to her spot, y/n placed her mic on the stand again, and along with the others, sang the very last lines of the song.

“War is over If you want it It’s over now”

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause while the band assembled in the middle of the stage. Charlie grabbed y/n’s hand and gave it a small, reassuring squeeze. All five of them together took a bow before exchanging knowing glances.

This time around, they knew they were going to see each other tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that as they were doing all the promo they could. It felt a lot more reassuring than it did that day at the Christmas Market when they had no clue when they’d see each other again. Though all of them knew that this was still the only gift they’ll ever need. Their little found family.

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