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Walk with me. Ex being Satan’s pactbearer

I just know they’d get along but idk how to prove it……

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cookin up some headcanons rn prepare to be sick of me

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ִ ࣪𖤐 || Trials and Tribulations of Two Broke Bitches Ex and Bee - An Odd Night Routine

👥 Characters : Explorador Del Luz x Björn Dimorgard 📝 Summary : Ex really likes brushing Bee’s teeth. ⚠️ CW : Suggestive-ish content ✍🏾 Word Count : 800 A / N : self-indulgent but f it we ball

Location : Ex’s Flat — Night

Ex and Björn had a rather odd night routine.

It started off normally at first with one of them taking their shower first while the other brushed their teeth waiting for their turn next, it was like that for months—Till one night.

It was like any other night, Björn was looking at himself in the mirror as he brushed his teeth and as he did so he noticed Ex approaching him from behind, he spat out his toothpaste and glanced at him over his shoulder, “need something?” Björn asked.

“Turn around, I need to see something.”

Not thinking much of it, he turned around to face Ex. “Hm?”

Before realized what was going on, Ex already had his thumb and index fingers on the corners of his mouth, prying his mouth open to reveal his jagged, fanged maw, his eyes darting around in confusion, unsure of what to do in this situation.

“I see your fangs have grown a bit.” Ex analyzed as he traced Bee’s fangs with his thumb. “Wider.”

Björn whimpered a bit in response to the command but hesitantly obeyed. “What…are you doing?..”

But it was as if Ex wasn’t even listening to him, he just continued to stroke each of his fangs, gingerly tracing the outline of each one and asked the one question that would change their night routine as they knew it.

“Mind if I brush them?”

And now, ever since then, it's become a regular part of their nightly routine and tonight was no different.

While Ex was was getting ready for the night, Björn sat at the edge of the bed and gazed at his form as he rummaged through the closet, looking for an old shirt to throw on.

“You know we don’t have to do this every night, right?” Björn quips as he leans back, using his arms to prop himself up.

Ex stayed quiet for a moment and threw a shirt on over his head. “You haven’t stopped me yet, have you? Nor have you shown any signs of discomfort.” He replies as he saunters over to the nightstand and opens the drawer to pull out a ziplock bag containing a green toothbrush with a smaller, more circular head. Originally, it was meant to be for Whiskers, his cat, but repurposed it specifically for this occasion. “But we can stop if you’d like.”

He could practically hear the smirk in his voice, he felt his cheeks burn up in a mix of frustration and embarrassment, he hated that he was right—again. “Hey! Don’t act so smug about it…”

The corners of his curl up in a smirk as he opens the bag to retrieve the toothbrush. “Just making an observation.”

Ex walks over and stands in front of Björn before he straddles his lap and hooks his index finger under his chin, forcing the vampire to look up at him, “you’re blushing and I’ve barely touched you yet.” He smooths his thumb against Björn’s lower lip, drinking in the appearance of the man below him. Ex takes note of his body language such as how his eyes darted in all directions, the way his hands grip onto the sheets as if he was trying to ground himself, and the hints of peach staining his cheeks—He was captivating.

Feeling himself getting a bit too excited, he takes a deep breath and slowly exhales, “open.” He commands, his voice softer yet still holding onto his usual stern tone and, as always, Björn obeys without a second thought.

Ex applies the toothpaste onto the brush and begins to diligently work on his teeth, brushing along the gum line first.

As he’s doing this, Björn couldn’t help but ask himself—Why couldn’t he say no to this? He didn’t find nearly as much excitement in it as Ex did, but he didn’t find it uncomfortable either.

Was it because it was less work for him?

Or was it because loved the proximity?

He gazed up into Ex’s mismatched colored eyes and felt his breath hitch in his chest—His eyes were dilated and despite him trying to appear calm, Björn could see his chest quickly moving up and down. He rests his hands on his hips, giving them a slight squeeze causing a small huff to emit from Ex, snapping him out of his concentrated state.

“Is this necessary?”

The vampire below him shrugs in response.

Ex scoffs and takes his chin between his thumb and forefinger, “and stop moving so much,” he begins to brush his fangs. “You’re distracting me.”

A soft huff escapes through his nose as he attempts to speak. “You take this too seriously.” Björn mumbles.

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I'm all for Levi being a complete different person than the grand Admiral of Hell's Navy LIKE AH

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lemme get off grow a garden and write this fic…

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Ex and Bee Headcanons - Sick!Reader

CW : fluff, domestic A/N : first time doing a xReader-ish type thing, kinda nervous 😃

Explorador Del Luz would be the first to know if you were sick and insist that you drop everything that you were doing, take medicine, and rest. He’d bring you extra pillow for you to prop your head up, and—since he can’t cook—would bring you microwaved cups of chicken noodle soup along with NyQuil for you to take, and every time that you would fall asleep he’d make sure to watch over you by; checking your temperature, wiping the sweat off your face, and setting a Gatorade on your nightstand before closing the curtains, turning off the light, and letting you rest.

Björn Dimorgard would be very attentive. He’d fix your favorite soups/broths and would gently blow on the spoon before feeding it to you, and since he refuses to leave your side, he’d lie in bed with you while watching your favorite TV shows. And when you finally decide to go to sleep he couldn’t help but sneak in a few touches, he’d ghost his fingers against your cheek, push back a stray piece of hair behind your ear, and press a gentle kiss against your temple, but if you were wake up in the middle of this, he’d just claim that he was just ‘checking your temperature’.

Blodgrim Bloodriven—due to him being more traditional—believes in homemade remedies. He’d make sure to apply a warm compress to your forehead, bring you cinnamon tea with honey drizzled in to soothe your scratchy throat, and boiled water with peppermint oil mixed for you to inhale the vapors to help with your congestion. But what he loves the most when you’re sick is when you’re asleep, the sight of you being vulnerable was beautiful to him and he couldn’t get enough.

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yeah they partners alright,,,,,

(and the way he got garlic dip too, he does NOT want Bee anywhere near that)

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Trials and Tribulations of Two Broke Bitches Ex and Bee

Paring : Explorador Del Luz & Björn Dimorgard. Summary : Business is booming! But at what cost? Word Count : 1K A/N : idk if this counts as a ship fic or not I just like writing them together :) (also I have NOT seen S2 Ep1 yet, but as soon as I do it’s a wrap-)

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Location : Del Luz Detective Agency - Night

The wooden floor creaks quietly as Bee treads through the halls of the agency holding two mugs of coffee in one hand and a few manila folders in the other with information about their most recent case. Ever since the case of the Holloway Manor their hotline has been busier than it's ever been from cases ranging from ghost sightings, cursed dolls flinging themselves off shelves, to even faerie circles in people’s yards. Needless to say, this was the best year for the company both business-wise and financially.

But he can’t help but feel a twinge of concern for Ex. He knows how he can get when he finds interest in a particular case. He stays up into the early morning hours without a break, forgetting to eat and drink and even neglecting basic hygiene. With the sudden influx of cases, Bee has to physically drag him out of the office just to take a nap. It’s not that he’s not thankful for the attention that the agency’s been getting, but he wishes that the attention would start slowing down a bit just so they can rest, even for a moment.

As he stands in front of the doorway of Ex‘s office the first thing he sees is him hunched over a newspaper article and scribbling something down in his notepad with fervor, Bee clears his throat to get his attention.

He doesn’t look up from his work as he adjusts his glasses. “Come in.”

He walks inside and notices the evidence board behind him, pictures of different people, places, and cut-up newspaper articles and sticky notes pinned to it. As he approaches Ex’s desk he notices the slight puffiness under his eyes, a tell-tale sign of him once again neglecting his needs.

“Ex, you know that you’ll have to go to sleep at some point, right?” Bee states as he sets the mug on his table.

He holds the mug up to his lips. “We have a new case do you think I can afford to?” He takes a sip and sets the mug back onto the desk. “Besides, these bills aren’t paying themselves.” Then goes back to reading the newspaper article as he continues to take notes.

“Fair, but–” Bee gets interrupted by the low rumble of thunder and a flash of lightning. “But I know you haven’t eaten anything today, so we’re getting something to eat.”

With a sudden pause in his movements, Ex finally looks up from his work, “so you tell me when it’s about to rain, brilliant idea.” Ex goes back to his research, using his finger as a guide as he reads through the article, “ besides I ate earlier.”

The vampire raises his brow in suspicion and crosses his arms. “Ate what? And don’t say the baked potato again.”

“Then I’ll stay quiet.”

Bee lets out a mixture of a huff and a laugh before striding over to the side of him to grab Ex’s waist and, before he could object, throws him over his shoulder and begins to walk out. “That’s it, we’re going out.”

“What the-?! Put me down!” He sputters out in retaliation.

“Nope, not till we eat.”

Determined to finish his work Ex grabs onto the doorframe with all of his strength, “it’s about to rain! Do you seriously want us to go out in the rain? Besides, do we even have enough to go out?” He questions, trying to find any possible excuse. Bee snickers in response, “please, it’s a drizzle. And yes, we have enough to go out with. Have you forgotten that we’ve been working like dogs for the past month?”

The two continue to argue with each other from their third-floor flat to the parking lot of the residential unit. When they reach their car Bee enters the driver’s side while Ex, begrudgingly, enters the passenger’s side. “See? That wasn't so bad now was it?” The vampire asks with a small, reassuring smile as he starts the car and backs out of the parking spot. But Ex doesn’t respond, he looks out the window with a scowl on his face, and puts his elbow on the armrest and rests his chin on his palm.

He’s upset, of course he’s upset. Bee inhales through his nose and exhales through his mouth trying to find a way to salvage the situation.

“You know I’m only doing this because I care about you, right?”

“…Did you have to drag me out like that?”

“I didn’t drag you, I just—” He hesitates. “I just…picked you up, but only because you don’t know how to take breaks.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“Not if you can't even take care of yourself without me forcing you to.”

The car goes quiet except for the quiet pitter-patter of the rain droplets hitting the windshield and the rhythmic squeaking of the wipers as it cleans the glass.

“It’s just…I’m worried about you, Ex…I don’t want to see you passed out hunched over your desk because you decided to ignore your health, you know..?” He mumbles.

The scowl on Ex's face begins to soften as he listens to Bee's explanation, he knew Bee was just looking out for him but he couldn’t help but find it to be bothersome at times.

“You worry too much, I’m fine.” He asserts as he continues to look out the window and as he watches the trees pass by and the water droplets rolling down the window he catches a glimpse of his reflection. His unkempt hair sticking out in every direction, the bags under his eyes weighing heavily—God, how did he let it get this bad? He lets out a quiet yawn and rests his forehead against the glass.

Noticing this, Bee chuckles and extends an arm over to him, gingerly running his fingers through his hair. “Tired?”

“Shut up…” Ex grumbles as he begrudgingly leans into his touch.

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Quick doodle of exb season2 from today midnight snacks

"hm, your fangs get one millimetre longer"

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Lunchbox Friends - Chapter 1: Piece of Cake

It was another routine day for Constance, she sat in the choir room with Ricky and ate her lunch as they scribbled something down in their notebook.

She looks down at the slice of cake in the container that her mom packed for her and looks back at them. “Hey, Ricky, are you sure you don’t want anything to eat?” She asks. “I have some extra food if you want.”

They look up and shake their head, ‘Constance, you asked that two minutes ago, the answer is still no,’ they signed, ‘you really don’t want that cake?’

“I mean…It’s not that I don’t want it, I’m just full!” She rebuttals.

‘Then throw it away,’ they suggest. ‘Easy fix.’

She looks down at the yellow sticky note that her parents had left for her. “Have a good day at school, sweetheart! Love you!”

She quietly took the note and crumpled it up to put in her pocket. “…I’ll just give it to someone, probably Ocean.”

‘You’re still hanging with her?’

“Yes! She’s been my friend since…Forever.”

‘But she’s a bi-’

Suddenly, there was someone trying to turn the doorknob aggressively and three loud knocks. Constance and Ricky looked at each other then back at the door with a curious expression.

“I’ll get it!”

Before she could get up, the door swung open, revealing Mischa Bachinski, probably the most irritable person in Uranium City. Constance took a deep breath and forced a smile at him in an attempt to be nice.

“Hey, Mischa!” She greets enthusiastically, but with a bit of hesitance, not knowing if he would snap at her or not. He glanced over at her, “yo”, he responded in a low voice.

He looked back at his phone and walked over to one of the chairs in the corner of the room to sit down and put on his headphones to blast his music in an attempt to drown out everything and everyone around him, Mischa never talked much, but when he did, he was either snapping at people or yelling at them which caused everyone to distance themselves from him.

Ricky looks over at Mischa and then back at Constance’s container that has the cake, their eyes light up as they tap her hand to get her attention, ‘how about you give him the cake?’ They sign with a smile.

Her eyes widen and she leans in closer to them, “are you serious? Does he even like cake?” She whispers in confusion.

‘Do you want to get rid of the cake or not? Plus, it’s worth a shot.’

“He might yell at me.”

They just shrug at her.

She sighs and looks down at the cake, they were right, it was worth a shot. She grabs the container and walks over to Mischa, she lightly taps his shoulder and smiles at him.

“Mischa?”

He moves one of his ear cups and side eyes her.

“Uh, I have some cake left over from lunch, and I was wondering if you wanted any? It’s fine if you don’t! I was just curious.”

He looks at her for a moment, then looks at the container with the cake, and then back at Constance again with a shrug. “Sure.” He extends his hand out to her and she places it in his hand. Mischa examines it curiously and opens it.

“Thanks, I guess.” He mutters dismissively.

“No problem! Just give me the container when you’re done! Or after practice.”

“Mh-hm.” He puts his headphones back on.

Constance flashes him another smile as the bell rings for them to go to their next period. The three choir members gathered their belongings, and she waves at Mischa before she walks out of the room with Ricky.

“See you later!”

He hesitantly waves back at her and gets back on his phone.

Time flies by and before they know it, the choir is currently rehearsing their music number for the upcoming fall fair. After going through a quick warmup of the song, Ocean lets out a small huff of frustration and turns to the choir, “what was that?”

“What was…what?” Constance asks in confusion.

“Not you, Connie,” she points to Mischa and Noel. “What are you two doing?! Noel, I can barely hear you. Mischa, it’s like you’re not even trying!”

Noel scoffs. “At least I’m singing on key.” He mutters.

“Wanna repeat that?”

“At least I’m singing on key! It’s not like I was whispering!”

“Are you trying to say I’m off-key?!”

He throws his hands up. “Hey, if the shoe fits!”

Mischa sighs, puts on his headphones, and gets on his phone before sitting in one of the corners of the room.

“Look, the Fall Fair is in two weeks and we’re not even ready! Father Markus is going to be furious if we don’t get our stuff together!”

Penny raises her hand, “then how about we just…” She shrugs, “not do it this year?”

“I’m gonna agree with Penn here, the fact we ended up in second place when we were the only choir there is beyond me.”

While the rest of the group argued, Constance sat in the corner with Mischa and sighs.

“It’s like we argue more than we practice, huh?”

“Hm-mh, and here’s your thing.” He gives back the container she gave him and she happily takes it back, before she puts it in her bag, she looks at it and notices that he had cleaned it.

“Oh, thanks for cleaning it!”

“No problem, might as well since you let me use it.”

It was a small gesture, but it showed that he somewhat cared to some extent, she put the container in her bag. “Hey, I have a question!”

“Shoot.”

“Why are you in choir if you…Don’t care?”

He puts his phone down and pinches the bridge of his nose, “it’s either this or jail.”

“…Wait why did you have to go to jail, is it because of the-”

He cuts her off. “It’s exactly because of the wine, and if I’m being honest, jail would have been better than this…” He gestures to the music room with his hands, “…Bullshit.”

She covers her mouth to suppress her laughter, but a few chuckles manage to escape, “it’s not that bad! At least it looks good on a college application.” She comments, trying to get him to see the brighter side of things.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

She smiles and looks back at Ocean and Noel, who were still arguing about whether they should have practice twice a week while Ricky and Penny had amused smiles on their faces.

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why is writing fanfic so hard. i just want to be able to sit down, think my idea, and have it magically show up in my doc exactly how i see it.

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Show, don't tell : Part 1

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[ Angry + Frustrated ]

Red face

Tensing up jaw/body

Clenching fists

Gritting teeth

Stomped feet

Rolling eyes

Crossing arms

Kick/Hit something

Eyebrows furl

Face crunches up

Tight lips

Narrow eyes

[ Happy + Excited ]

Laugh/Giggle

Smile from ear to ear

High tone in voice

Smiling/Grinning while talking

Heart Pounding

Clapping

Breathing deeply

Squeal/Scream

Talking fast

Contentedly Sigh

Tilted head

Hand clasped over mouth

[Bored + Tired ]

Pace back and forth

Sigh loudly

Blank face

Play with fingers

Staring off into space

Yawning

Fidgeting around

Leaning head on hands

Rubbing eyes

Droopy eyes

Dark circles under eyes

Complaining

[Sad + Scared]

Trembling lips/body

Tears in eyes

Bite Nails

Curl up/tuck knees to chest

Bite nails

Eyes burn/turn red

Stop breathing OR breathe fast

Lose appetite

Frowning

Darting eyes

Blinking quick or not at all

Pounding heart

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cozy and content -prompts for your otp cuddling in bed

prompt list by @novelbear

drawing circles and patterns on their chest

humming/singing their partner to sleep

carefully trying to turn the lamp on the nightstand off without letting go of their partner in their arms

"what's wrong?" "your feet are cold!"

playing with their hair

laying their head on their lover's shoulder, one arm lazily wrapped around their torso and a leg over theirs

taking innocent peeks at their partner's phone every once in a while they're scrolling

"your hair smells nice..."

smiling as they feel their partner lay a firm kiss on the top of their head

"did we fall asleep?" "i think we did.."

not being able to be calm for five minutes as tickle matches ensue

sneaking photos of each other because they're just too cute

laughing when one drops their phone on their face

"we should really get up." "we should....but we won't."

feeding them fruits/other snacks they have

absentmindedly playing with the other's fingers

melting because they just look so cute all bundled up in blankets

^ like i mean they're all curled up and look small, covered up so much that all they can see are big eyes peeking out and innocently blinking at them from the blanket. how do you want them to keep a straight face.

feeling little kisses being placed on their neck, chest, or chin from time to time.

"did you just wash these sheets?" "i did." "they smell nice. and they're still warm."

holding them as if they're protecting the other from the world as they're snuggled up at their side.

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Concerned/Worried Prompts

1. “Baby, please respond.”

2. “Do you need me to get you anything?”

3. “I need to know that you’re okay.”

4. “Call me when you see this.”

5. “Why are you crying?”

6. “Talk to me.”

7. “You know you can tell me anything.”

8. “I’m here for you, my love.”

9. “Don’t lie to me.”

10. “Where have you been?!  I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for three hours!”

11. “Eventually you’re gonna have to tell me what’s on your mind.”

12. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

13. “I’ll stay with you.”

14. “I don’t want you to be alone right now.”

15. “I thought something had happened to you.”

16. “Come here.”

17. “Hey, is everything okay?”

18. “What’s on your mind, love?”

19. “Have you eaten anything?”

20. “What are you afraid of?”

21. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

22. “You’re never this quiet.”

23. “Did I do something to upset you?”

24. “Please open the door.”

25. “I’m here to listen when you’re ready to talk.”