FEATURING : billy butcher , marvin milk , frenchie , kimiko , hugie campbell , starlight / annie january ( + some mentions of homelander ) .
— reader still has a scar, backstory behind the scar is unspecified, reader was kicked out of the seven, reader was going behind vought’s back as the ‘blue spirit’ to help them, reader has no ‘azula’, reader was forced into being a supe by their father, readers father is a bitch, reader is implied to be the youngest in the crew, reader is mentioned to be a horrible liar, reader is gender neutral but made with male readers in mind 🫶
butcher wasnt too fond of another supe joining his crew, especially not one that previously attempted to kill them multiple times. how dare you show your face to them after nearly burning their asses? of course he had first rejected you, but you were surprisingly persistent on helping them. trust me, he has multiplie nicknames for you; matchstick, sparky, flaming-cunt, and campfire. a lot. you’d yell at him to stop calling you that, where he’d just mock you to your face. (“or what? you’ll burn me and give me a nasty lil’ scar like your own?”)
you’re powers are useful and you’ve got impressive stealth. that makes you a good weapon in butcher’s eyes. he still threatens to kill you if things dont go his way but oh well.
marvin milk is probably the best out this group. he doesn’t like supes either but unfortunately, his paternal instincts clashed with his hatred for your kind. he recognized the attitude of yours wasnt hostility but rather what you’ve been taught by everyone else. afterall, he does have a teenage daughter; he’s used to it! naturally you stick around M.M, he’s the glue of the group. whenever butcher pushes you too hard, both physically and emotionally, M.M is always their to intervene. no doubt, he is sick and tired of that man’s actions.
both you and hughie are awkward people. at first, he was terrified of you. to be fair, you did chase them around for months on end trying to kill them. you apologized for it, obviously. there are times where you unintentionally stare at him, he thinks you’re planning on turning them in to homelander, when you’re really just thinking of what you want to eat for dinner. both of you cant hold a conversation to save your life.
for example, hughie will ask you a question and you’ll respond with one or two words then followed by silence. with you later building up on your previous answer to break that silence.
frenchie, understands your relationship with your father. he often mentions his own past to get you to open up on your own. he also has his own nicknames for you, obviously they aren’t as rude as the ones butcher made for you. he bakes for you, really well actually. there are times where he asks you to heat up things with your flames, sometimes in the kitchen and other times in the lab.
this drug addicted maniac was the one to realize that you were the one helping them behind the mask. to that, he is thankful to you.
you and kimiko, understand the importance of silence. you never pushed her to speak, you never treated her like a pet. you simply would just sit down next to her on the couch. at the start, she’d be warry of you. ex-seven member? that meant no good to her. but once frenchie told her and the others about you two timing against vought she seemingly warmed up to you.
once she could speak, you were one of the people she spoke to the most. you didn’t judge her, you never did (you had no right to judge anyone either way.).
you respect starlight for her power, unlike hughie who is somewhat threatened by it. from your original impression, she thought you were just some moody supe with horrible anger issues. obviously, thats not you anymore. you’ve definitely healed after joining this crew. annie see’s the determination inside of you, how hard and how often you train. she also appreciates your inability to lie, you dont like something? you’ll say it. even if you tried, everyone would know just from the stutter in your voice. maybe thats why you didn’t speak while going behind voughts back. your honesty is refreshing.
hello, zuko here ^_^ wow…i highkey wanted to add victoria neuman to this but whatever ig……..thank you all for the love and support on my last post i really appreciate it since its my first actual piece of work on this platform 🥹🥹
FEATURING : the deep / kevin moskowitz , a-train / reggie franklin , starlight / annie january , firecracker / misty tucker gray .
THE DEEP - KEVIN MOSKOWITZ :
this man has NO sense of tmi whatsoever, if he’s thinking about something he will say it out loud no matter what.
he probably has undiagnosed dyslexia and gets really offended if someone asks him if he has it because he assumes they’re indirectly calling him stupid.
laughs at his own jokes before telling them.
always asks someone else on their opinion on something before developing his own.
really bad at card/board games, you will be catching this guy looking over your shoulder and cheating during a game of uno.
cannot take care of anything for the life of him, has probably killed a bunch of house plants from overwatering.
A-TRAIN - REGGIE FRANKLIN :
he probably doesnt like sharing his food, traumatized from the ‘just one bite’ trick from his older brother where one bite turns into half of it missing.
takes cold foods/drinks way too fast and ends up getting really bad brain freeze. when is comes to hot foods, he burns his tongue because hes too impatient to wait.
was really scared of cussing when he was younger because his brother would snitch to his parents and get his ass beat, only ever curses under his breath/in whispers.
really bad at making friends, he can contribute to a conversation but can’t continue or start one.
STARLIGHT - ANNIE JANUARY :
used to hide bugs in the bags of other pagent contestants when she was younger to sabatoge them.
^^ sent long apology paragraphs to all the girls she could remember once she was older (firecracker was not one of them, sobs)
used to have a bad habit of biting her nails.
hates keeping her hair down, doesnt like having it in her face 24/7…
probably really good in english and math at school, every teacher loved her.
FIRECRACKER - MISTY T. GRAY :
was one of starlights bug victims, also just so happens to be terrified of bugs. refers to them as ‘gross creepy crawly things’.
cant shut up during movies, will talk the entire time during a film in a cinema.
actually really enjoys dark chocolate, conspires that white chocolate is the cause of 20% of the world’s diseases.
probably was way more open minded as a child. dated someone that was the spawn of hell and she never recovered from ther ideologies…
cant tell if she’s yelling or not, naturally has a loud voice.
are some of these headcanons just me projecting onto my favorites? maybe….dontr judge……not really x reader but oh well. i have one x reader kevin short and one reggie short up coming anyways so. hah first post kinda nervous. who fw me #curious
waist: she'll just wrap an arm around your lower back, gently squeezing your waist. it's not really possessive, just mostly a "lookie here" to anyone who eyes you. she also fidgets with the fabric of your clothes a lot, so you can almost always feel her tugging on whatever you're wearing. her hands sometimes slip under the cloth, seeking skin to skin contact, to soothe herself.
head: maybe a pat or resting her head atop it whenever she can, especially when you're sitting down. loves wrapping her arms loosely around your neck and resting her chin on the top of your head as a greeting or whenever she's teaching you something.
hands: just grabs, pulls, and tugs at your fingers. intertwines your hands at any given moment, even if you're just devouring some takeout. absolutely loves gifting you rings — sometimes matching with hers — as she often fidgets with them. she'll grab your hand with the excuse of "checking your circulation" or "just wanting to see" only to end up with your hand held hostage under her unyielding grip. a li'l stress ball for her, squeezing sometimes.
shoulders: rests her hands on your shoulders or props her chin up on one of them. similar to your head, she loosely touches or pats you. however, this is less often since she prefers more direct contact which your tops don't always allow. touch-starved baby, give my girl a break.
02 💭 ! crush starlight ꒰ scary movies
the buzzing of the tv was soft in the background, quiet behind the screams. "tell me when that thing goes away," annie shrieked, snapping her hands upwards to cover her eyes. she leans into you, whining. it's so odd. moments like these remind you of how human she is, not just the untouchable supe.
"you're such a baby," you reply, giggling. you pry her hands off her face. "ann', look. it's gone."
"it's not funny! stop laughing—" and then another scream. not from the tv, but from annie's sheer betrayal of seeing the monster again. she glares at you, tears in her eyes, and grabs a handful of popcorn to stay quiet.
03 💭 ! crush starlight ꒰ playlists
yn ・ by a☆ ・ 6 tracks
wedding day by justin nech ・ songs about you
by jommkiss ・ it better by rihanna ・ afraid by
the neighbourhood
flowers by faye webster
4am drives ・ by a☆, yn ・ 2 tracks
runaway baby by bruno mars ・ feel good
inc. by gorillaz
MALE!ANNIE JANUARY(STARLIGHT) INSECURE HERO BF (HE'S TOO CUTE)
Cooley note: Andrew "Andy" January or starlight your sweet superhero bf who doesn't know your apart of the boys (to lazy to mission I'll make a part two)
Andy—oh, Andy. He’s a hero. A genuine hero. Not some fake, plastic bullshit like Homelander, but a real one. A sweet, kind, and contradictory hero. Andy always wanted to be a hero; he always wanted to help people. Even when he was young and part of the junior superhero team, he still wanted to make a difference. Even when some of the work was just for show, it never stopped him.
Andy competed in a few boy pageants when he was a kid and a teenager. He won every year how could he not? He was beautiful. He was perfect. Soft blonde hair that shimmered like blades of golden starlight, light brown eyes that turned gold when he was slightly frustrated. He was perfect in the eyes of his parents, his former teammates, and everyone in his town. So very perfect. A boy scout. A true hero in every sense.
Andy grew up Christian, believing that all good things come to those who are good and he was good. His powers, he believed, were given to him by God himself so he could be a good boy and help people. But the truth was far less divine. Andy wasn’t blessed by heaven; he was manufactured by Vought. His powers didn’t come from God they came from a gamble his parents made, a desperate bid for wealth and status.
Andy got into The Seven because of his interview. He was ecstatic—finally, he could be a real hero. He could protect others, help people, make a difference. But then everything fell apart. Everything he’d ever known began to crumble.
His hero, The Deep the one whose poster hung on his apartment wall turned out to be a fraud who used people for sex. Homelander, the man he saw as a beacon of truth, was nothing more than a narcissistic asshole who only cared about himself. A-Train, once his friend, was too scared to stand up for him. Maeve gave him some respect, but even she wasn’t the hero he thought she was.
Andy was going through it bad. He wanted to rip the cross off his hero suit and stomp it into the ground. If this was what being a hero meant, he’d rather die.
Then came the fire. The moment that changed everything.
He saved someone from a burning building against Vought’s orders. And the way that person looked at him, like he was their hope, made him feel like an actual hero. A real, honest hero.
When reporters swarmed him afterward, shouting questions and praise, the person he saved barely conscious had to ask his name before the ambulance took them away. Andy pushed through the cameras and microphones, his voice steady and sure.
“Starlight. That’s my name. It’s Starlight.”
That was the scene that raised him higher on the popularity polls, but he didn’t care. For the first time in a long time, he felt like a true hero.
Let's tawwwwk about Annie and that pink strap of hers why dont we omfggg
I'm thinking about her fucking you from behind. Like a little cuddle fuck while the plush of your ass is flush to her soft hips. She pulls you by her hips back into her, your back warm against her soft breasts and tummy.
Shes rolling her hips up into yours and circling your clit with one of her soft, slender fingers. Her free hand slips up to hold your jaw and she runs the tip of her nail over your bottom plush lip before pressing into your wet mouth. You wrap your lips around her digit, running your tongue over her skin.
"Hi baby," she coos against the back of your hair, pressing herself closer to you, the silicone cock pumping against your walls in a delicious tandem, making your eyes roll back and your spine curve into a pretty arch.
Annie moans and drops her finger from your mouth, cupping your jaw and turning you back towards her, pulling you into a sweet kiss.
"Love you," She hums against your swollen lips.
You moan into her mouth, reaching a hand back to dig your nails into the soft of her asscheek, pressing her forward and the silicone cock deeper into your heat. A gasp forces its way past your lips as you giggle "I love you too."
Could you do something similar to series finale of the boys where y/n and starlight finally get their happy ending and are preparing for their baby girl
Y/N walks the little pink booties across Annie’s belly…
It had started on set, fabricated as any other scene was. You were brought in to play Starlight's love interest, and your first scene together was to be a nod to Gone Girl. You didn't mind, you had your share of fondness for the film, and you certainly didn't mind showing up to work to kiss Starlight. The set was prepared, the pastry truck brought in, the streetlights humming their quiet song, and everything faded away as you stepped into your role.
Starlight's eyes were soft when she looked at you, and you could almost believe the fondness in them was actually for you. Powdered sugar kicked up in the air like snow flurries, and she kissed you, trapping tiny flakes of sugar between your lips. It's possible that that's where she got the idea, but all you knew was that at the end of the evening, when everyone was wrapping up, she'd circled back to you and invited you to her place in a couple of days.
"We should get to know each other better, considering..." She trailed off as she gestured around, and you could swear you caught a blush creeping onto her features.
You gave her an easy smile, "Anything you say, Starlight."
"Annie. Please," her smile was earnest, and you were agreeing before you had even processed her words.
When you knocked on her door, Annie answered in jeans and a simple sweater that made you feel a little overdressed, but her smile was soft and warm and the way she seemed genuinely pleased to see you did something unexpected to your heart. You patiently waited until after she had given you the mini-tour to ask your questions.
"What did you have in mind for today?" Your voice was soft, you were in no rush to spend your time with Annie. If she was a good hostess, you wanted to savor her company, and you'd enjoyed the easy chemistry between the two of you in front of the camera.
"You can't laugh," Annie said first, holding a stern finger in your direction, but the corners of her mouth betrayed the smile she was fighting. Once she had your word, she led you back to the kitchen, where a few bowls were already waiting on the counter. "I was thinking we could just hang out and bake some cookies. You know, listen to music, maybe have some wine while they're in the oven, just get to know each other."
The late afternoon light spilled through her kitchen windows, catching the dust motes floating lazily above the counter. You leaned against the doorframe, watching as Annie busied herself pulling ingredients from the cabinets—flour, sugar, brown sugar, vanilla extract—lining them up like soldiers preparing for battle.
"Baking cookies," you repeated, a smile tugging at your lips. "That's... actually really sweet. And deeply domestic for someone who can shoot light lasers from her hands."
Annie ducked her head, that same blush from the set creeping back up her neck. "See? You're already laughing."
"I'm not laughing," you said, and you weren't, not really. There was something disarmingly genuine about this whole thing—the way she'd rolled up her sleeves to her elbows, the way her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail with a few strands escaping to frame her face. The Starlight you'd seen on billboards and talk shows was always polished, always camera-ready. This Annie was someone else entirely.
"You promised," she reminded you, pointing the vanilla extract bottle in your direction like she was wielding a tiny glass weapon.
"Okay, okay. Cookies it is." You pushed off from the doorframe and rolled up your own sleeves. "Where do you want me?"
The question hung in the air a beat longer than you'd intended. Annie's eyes flickered up to meet yours, and for a moment, the kitchen felt very small. Then she cleared her throat and gestured to the bowl of dry ingredients.
"You can mix the flour and sugar and baking soda together while I melt down the butter?"
"Sure. I can handle that."
She'd already queued up a playlist—something soft, with a folksy undercurrent that matched the golden light stretching across her countertops. You fell into an easy rhythm, the scrape of her spatula against the mixing bowl punctuated by the gentle thunk of the spoon in your hand hitting the side of your own bowl. Every so often, your shoulders would brush as you reached for the same ingredient, and each time, Annie would murmur a soft apology that you pretended not to notice her leaning into.
"So," Annie said after a few minutes of comfortable silence, "tell me something. Something real. Not the IMDB fun facts version."
You paused, considering as you poured some of the flour mixture into her bowl. "What do you want to know?"
"I don't know." She scraped down the sides of the bowl as she folded the dry ingredients in, her movements methodical, almost nervous. "What's your favorite memory?"
"That's a big question for a first date."
The word slipped out before you could catch it—date—and you felt your own cheeks warm. Annie's hands stilled on the mixing bowl, and when you risked a glance at her, she was looking at you with something soft and unreadable in her expression.
"Yeah," she said quietly, almost to herself. "I guess it is."
The silence that followed wasn't uncomfortable, exactly, but it was charged, the kind of silence that happens when two people realize they've accidentally stumbled into something neither of them was quite prepared for. The music played on, some song about stars and highway lines, and you found yourself wondering if she'd chosen it intentionally.
"Favorite memory," you said finally, returning to your bowl to give your hands something to do. "I think... probably sitting on my grandmother's porch swing during a thunderstorm. She'd make hot chocolate, and we'd just sit there, watching the rain come down, not saying anything. Just... being."
When you looked up, Annie had stopped stirring entirely. She was just watching you, her expression soft, the kind of soft that made you feel seen in a way that had nothing to do with cameras or scripts or the version of yourself you showed the world.
"That sounds nice," she said. "Really nice."
"Yeah." You cleared your throat. "What about you?"
Annie turned back to her bowl, but not before you caught the way her eyes had gone a little distant, a little sad. "I don't know if I have one. A favorite, I mean. Most of my memories feel like they belong to someone else. Starlight's memories, not Annie's."
The honesty of it landed somewhere in your chest, heavy and unexpected. You set down your whisk.
"Then maybe we should make a new one," you said. "Right here. Right now."
Annie's gaze returned to you, just as soft but now the subtle sadness was replaced by curiosity, and you felt yourself smiling. Gently, you took hold of her hand, and she let go of the spatula as you guided her a few steps away from the counter, to the small open space in her kitchen between furniture and structure.
The music was on the softer side, but that was perfectly fine. Annie's fingers laced with yours, and her other hand came up to your shoulder when your own hand found her waist. "Dance with me?" You murmured, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.
The song shifted to something slower now, a cover of an old classic with just a guitar and a woman's voice that seemed to wrap around the two of you like the afternoon light. Annie's hand tightened slightly in yours, and you felt her exhale, a soft release of something she'd been holding onto.
"I'm not very good at this," she admitted, her voice soft and quiet.
"At dancing?"
"At... this." She gestured vaguely with her chin, encompassing the kitchen, the cookies, the way you were holding her. "Being normal. Being Annie. Most people don't want that version. They want the costume, the smile, the lines I've memorized."
You swayed gently, not leading so much as suggesting, and Annie followed your movement like she'd been waiting for someone to show her the steps her whole life. Her hand on your shoulder was warm through your shirt, and when she looked up at you, the kitchen light caught something in her eyes that made your breath catch before you could catch yourself.
"I'm not most people," you said.
"No," she agreed quietly. "I don't think you are."
The dance wasn't really a dance, was more of a slow rocking motion, the two of you turning in lazy circles on her kitchen floor. Flour dusted the counter behind her, the forgotten cookie dough waiting patiently in its bowl, and somewhere in the other room, a clock ticked softly. It was the most ordinary moment you'd had in years, and somehow, standing here with a superhero in her cozy little kitchen, it was starting to feel like the most extraordinary thing you'd ever done.
Slow minutes passed that way, in a quiet that held you spellbound and was making something protective grow in your chest over a woman who could easily destroy you if she felt the inclination. The song was ending, the last chords fading into something more upbeat, but neither of you moved to let go. Annie's hand stayed on your shoulder, your arm still loose around her waist, the space between you filled with something that felt suspiciously like possibility.
"I should probably finish those cookies," she said, but she didn't step back.
"You probably should."
Neither of you moved.
Then Annie laughed, a real laugh, unguarded and bright, and ducked her head again, her hair falling forward to hide her face. "This is ridiculous," she said, but she didn't sound like she minded. "I invited you over to bake cookies and get to know you, and instead I'm just..."
"Just what?"
She looked at you through her lashes, and whatever she saw in your expression made her cheeks flush pink. "Just falling for you a little bit," she admitted. "And that's terrifying, because we filmed one scene together, and I don't even know your middle name or whether you take your coffee with sugar or if you're secretly working for Vought or—"
You kissed her.
It wasn't like the kiss on set, choreographed and lit and performed for cameras. There was no powdered sugar between your lips this time, no director calling cut, no audience waiting to judge the angle of your face. It was just you and Annie and the warm kitchen and the way she made a small surprised sound before melting into you, her fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt like she was afraid you might disappear.
