#boyfriends activated 😆

[stolitzfamily]

Blitz: I DO NOT have feelings for Stolas!

Also Blitz: *literally complains in “Oops” (2x06) because Stolas treats him like a kind and loving boyfriend*

[arvandus]

Learning Moment - Satan x AFAB!Reader (18+)

CW: 18+ NSFW; reader has female anatomy, but no gender-specific terms used and no gender-specific clothing; early stages of a relationship; use of a vibrator; mutual masturbation (with toy and without); fingering; no pet names, no use of MC or Y/N. Satan is unfamiliar with human world gadgets 😆; slight differences in human vs. demon male anatomy but nothing pearl-clutching. Not proofread, this already got away from me enough as it is...

WC: 3,858

"What is this?"

You turn around and freeze when you see your boyfriend holding up your vibrator between thumb and forefinger. His brow is furrowed, aqua eyes staring at the thing with confusion.

"Where did you find that??" you demand.

He glances at you, his neutral gaze taking note of your obvious discomfort. "It was under your blanket."

Shit. Shit, shit, shit... you thought you'd put it away...

You reach out to grab it from him, but Satan retracts his arm, holding the object higher and out of your reach.

"Give it to me!" you demand, your face growing hotter with each passing second.

"Tell me what it is, first."

"It's nothing!" you exclaim. "Just some... earth thing. It's not important."

"Really?" Satan turns his back to you and holds it closer to his face for inspection, his hands turning the object over and over. "Then why are you so keen on getting it back?"

"B-because!" you reply defensively. "It's... personal!"

But Satan half ignores you as he sniffs it. "It smells like you..." he half turns to look over his shoulder at you, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Do you use this to pleasure yourself?"

"WHA-" you freeze, eyes wide and hands shaking. You clench them before covering your face.

You want to die, to stop existing this very instant. Let a hole open up and swallow you whole...

Satan's eyes widen at your reaction, and he lets out a gentle chuckle. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about... I just want to know what it is."

Your words are muffled by your hands. "Come on, you really don't know? You have to be teasing me."

"We have sex toys, but there are some differences between our world and yours." He talks about it so casually, all the while his eyes grazing over the smooth surface, eyeing the size. "Ours are... bigger."

His tone holds a hint of concern, his eyebrows furrowed.

"They're not all like this," you say defensively. "Some of ours are big. This just... isn't one of them."

"But you enjoy this one?" Satan asks.

"Why do you sound so worried??" you ask.

"Of course I'm worried!" he huffs, his cheeks flushing pink. "If this is the size that you like, then we might have a problem when we finally..."

Your eyes widen in understanding. "OH." Then you repeat the word, drawing it out as the pieces fall into place. "Ohhh...."

Your humiliation subsides and you cross your arms over your chest. "That's not... I mean, it can be, but it's more about what it does."

Satan's eyes widen in curiosity and he stares at the object in his hand. "What does it do?"

He shakes it a little and pokes at it, hoping to activate whatever spell he thinks makes it work.

You bite your lower lip in amusement. "You, uh..." - you wiggle your finger at it in a circular motion - "have to turn the bottom... like a dial..."

Satan turns it over in his hand and turns the black base. It immediately begins vibrating in his hand and he jumps slightly, before his eyes widen even further in understanding.

"It's called a vibrator," you explain. "You put it on the, uh... the clitoris, and uh... yeah."

Satan's mouth curles into a small half smirk. "Yeah, I figured that much out... I'm not exactly a virgin, you know."

You put your hands up in playful defense. "Hey, I never said you were... but maybe demon and human anatomy is different for all I know."

It wasn't like you'd gotten very far yet with him to find out... you always managed to get interrupted whenever things got steamy in his room or yours.

Satan gives you a side glance that makes your spine melt. "We're not."

He states it so matter-of-factly, that it has you biting your lip to stifle a whimper.

"Hmm," he hums as he looks back at the still-vibrating toy. "I'm always impressed by human ingenuity. Our toys can do these sorts of things too, but it's different. More spells and chemical reactions, pheromones and aphrodisiacs."

Satan finally pulls his attention away from the vibrator, and puts it entirely, completely on you, aqua eyes trapping you like sunlight beneath the water.

"Show me," he says.

It's a statement, but feels like a question, the way it always does with him. He's always been direct, and yet he always leaves you room to refuse.

But even so, you blanch, your brain left lightheaded as the blood drains from it to pool low in your stomach.

"W-What?" you stutter.

Satan turns off the device and steps forward to hand it to you, closing the distance between you in the same move. What little air remains between you feels electric.

"Show me," he repeats. "I'd like to see how it's meant to be used."

There's a momentary lapse of silence as your brain glitches on what he's asking of you. Your mouth opens and closes a few times before you finally find your voice, hiding behind the dry lump in your throat.

"W-what? Why? You pretty much already know..."

Satan keeps his eyes on you as he takes your hand and turns it palm up to place the vibrator into it, the cold plastic warmed by his touch.

"Being told and witnessing it are two different things," he explains, eyes dark and cheeks flushed. "If this brings you pleasure, then I want to learn about it."

He puts his forehead to yours as his arms wrap around your waist affectionately. "Please," he adds quietly.

Satan, you realize, can be very persuasive when he wants to be... it's not a side others usually see, but then again...

He's not exactly trying to get into anyone else's pants.

You let out a short laugh. "Okay."

Satan's lips curl into a pleased smile.

"But..." you continue. "...you have to kiss me."

Satan's smile widens, and he tucks the knuckle of his finger beneath your chin to bring you closer. "Whatever you want."

He kisses you, softly at first, gently as he always does as if he's afraid he'll hurt you. His tongue draws against your lips, wet and warm, and you open your mouth to him, letting him in.

Every nerve was already awake and waiting, ever since he asked those two simple yet insane words.

Show me.

But now the nerves are singing like a siren's call, luring you into drowning in the presence of him.

Your arms wrap around his neck, and his arms pull you against him, his fingers splayed across your back and caressing in soothing strokes.

As he kisses you, he turns you so your bed is behind you, and begins to walk your backwards. You don't fall back when your thighs touch it... Satan's arms around you keep you against him, as he lowers you gently into the soft bedding.

You scoot back towards your pillows as you lead him into your bed with your mouth, your hands, your legs opening to make room for him.

Satan settles himself between your parted thighs, the denim of his jeans pressing against your own. The pressure is enough to pull a moan from your lips, and Satan responds with a hum to match, as his body covers yours.

Each movement and transition between you is fluid, carried on a tide of longing that neither of you have had the opportunity to fully pursue. Your leg hooks around the back of his thigh automatically, your hips beginning to roll to a rhythm your body demands. Satan's mouth leaves yours to plant wet open-mouth kisses down the curve of your jaw and into the soft pulse of your neck as your head tilts back. Your mouth is parted as breathy gasps bloom from your chest and your fingers tangle themselves into his golden strands. Satan groans, his hand trailing the side of your body from thigh to breast, his hand slipping beneath your shirt to cup the warm, soft flesh--

"Aren't you supposed to show me something?"

He's whispered the words against your neck, and they bury themselves into the small indents left by his teeth.

You suck air into your lungs, your wide eyes staring at the ceiling. You can't seem to find your voice, your thoughts far too muddled beneath the pleasure you feel.

You feel the weight of him leave your body, the cold air rushing in to take its place, and suddenly he's in your field of view.

He's gorgeous, chaotic. Hair tousled messily, a tainted golden halo. His irises are nearly drowned out by black pupils that spark with latent, electric magic. His lips glisten wet, his canines slightly sharper than you remember them, and he's smiling down at you, cheeks flushed in the color of affection, skin lightly sheened in the sweat of desire.

Satan has one hand braced into the mattress to hold his weight as he hovers, while his other slowly slides down beneath your shirt, his touch hot against your skin. Down, down, over your ribs, covering your belly, and now he's at the boundary of your jeans, his single hand working apart the button. It sticks, the denim unyielding, and he glances down at it with a glare.

"Curse this thing..." he growls. You giggle, and finally it comes undone, and he's returning his eyes to your face, victorious. "Got it."

You wiggle yourself out of your pants, leaving your underwear on. Satan helps, leaning back to tug them off your ankles and toss them aside.

He leans over you again to kiss you, long and slow, his tongue invading your mouth, savoring. As he does so, you feel his hand press the toy into your open palm.

Then he leans back, perching himself back on his heels as he keeps his seat between your open legs. The air in your room is cold, but Satan's hands are warm as they rest against your thighs, waiting patiently.

Well, not exactly patiently... a moment later, he takes the vibrator from your hand and turns it on, and then puts it back into your hand with a satisfied nod, his eyes glittering with eagerness.

You can't help but giggle at him.

"Are you really that excited to see me do this?" you tease.

"Why would I not be?" he asks back.

You bite your lower lip again. Satan watches the action intently.

"It drives me crazy when you do that, you know..." he mutters.

Your mouth curls into a grin and you slowly move the vibrator gently, sensually down the center of your belly from solar plexus to navel. Then you let it travel further, past the edge of your underwear, over the soft mound of venus to finally slip over the edge. Your breath hitches slightly as it passes your clit, but you keep going further, until it's gently humming against your covered entrance. God, you're already so wet, you realize... you can feel it soaking through the panties, coating your pussy lips.

You hum in pleasure and your eyes flutter closed. Satan's hands tighten slightly on the meat of your thighs then loosen.

Slowly, gently, you circle your vibrator over the fabric of your underwear, teasing yourself, avoiding your clit entirely. You had no doubt that giving it any attention would send you quickly over the edge, and the last thing you wanted was to disappoint Satan by coming too quickly.

The slow and gentle stroking turns into gentle pressures against your hole, the wet fabric acting as a barrier, even as it slips and slides with ease. You feel his hand leave your right thigh and you open your eyes just enough to see Satan's gaze trained on your pussy, his hand stroking his stiff cock through his too-tight jeans. His cheeks are flushed, his mouth parted prettily, and you can tell that he's struggling to keep himself quiet.

"Take off your belt," you whisper.

Satan's eyes meet yours, wide with surprise, pupils blown wide with lust. He does as you command, his fingers quickly undoing the buckle and yanking the white leather from the loops to land on the floor with a clink.

His hand is back on his covered cock, stroking the shaft with a firm grip that has the muscles of his thighs tensing against your own. His human form flickers out for a brief moment, and you catch the glimpse of sharp, curled horns and the flicking black movement of his tail behind him. But then it's gone just as fast, his human form returning.

Fuck he's so hot.

You moan as a small wave of pleasure makes your cunt throb. You use your free hand to pull aside your underwear, finally letting yourself be exposed to Satan's heavy gaze.

The air leaves his lungs on a heavy breath of "oh fuck" and once again his demon form flashes, stronger this time, lingering for a few seconds before being tightly locked away out of sheer willpower.

You put your toy to your swollen pussy and it glides against it easily, coated in slick. Your hole flutters a needy spasm, the band of muscles between your legs tensing to the point of aching. You can feel your pulse in your clit, and you want to whimper, to take what you want selfishly.

But Satan is in front of you, his expression pained with arousal, his jaw clenched as he stares down at your sex, and you realize that even though he's not in you, even though he's not touching you, that this is still something you're sharing together.

"Satan..." you beg softly. "You can touch yourself... it's okay..."

Satan's strokes halt, and he stares up at you for a moment, hesitant.

He swallows around a dry throat, his voice slightly graveled. "A-are you sure...? I don't think I can keep my human form if I do..."

You smirk. "I like your demon form. It's hot."

Satan's mouth turns down into a small frown and he averts his gaze. "No, I mean... it might be a little... different..."

Oh. Oh.

He doesn't want to scare you, you realize. Your gaze softens and you tilt your head slightly.

"It's okay. I promise."

There's no more words, just a heavy gaze of uncertainty being transformed into gratitude. Then, he licks his lips and undoes the button and zipper of his jeans, and shoves his hands into the waist-band of his boxer briefs. A heavy sigh escapes his lips and he leans his weight back onto his free hand behind him as his head tilts back. His human form shimmers away until only his demon form is left, and now you can appreciate the parts of himself that he usually keeps hidden from you, parts that have only ever come out when he's angry.

Never when he's aroused or happy.

You watch his adam's apple bob when he swallows, and you nearly want to cry with how sexy he is, how he doesn't even realize it, and how fucking lucky you are that he's yours.

With a single stroke, he pulls his cock free from the confines of his pants, and you suck air deep into your lungs at the sight of it. It isn't entirely human, but not entirely monster either. Gorgeous like the rest of him, the tip flushed, the size manageable. The part that stands out, however, is the darker coloration and smooth ridges along his shaft. His hand moves over it firmly, the tip leaking precum, and you swallow at the thought of what it would feel like inside you, those ridges rubbing against your sensitive walls...

It is a cock made for pleasure, and now you're strongly considering throwing the vibrator out the window.

No wonder he was so worried before...

And you would have, too, if Satan asked it of you. But instead, he does what you don't expect.

"Keep going," he mutters. His hips are jerking into his hand now, and you realize he's close.

"If I do, I'm gonna cum..." you whimper. "I don't think I can hold it back anymore."

Satan let's out a soft chuckle, the corner of his mouth curling upwards to flash his sharp canine.

"Don't you want to cum?"

"I do, but..."

"But what?"

You lean up and reach your hand to him, and Satan grants your request by sitting up and giving you his free hand. "I want to feel you..." you whisper. You take his hand and place it palm up against your heated, wet cunt. "Here."

A puff of air escapes his lungs, coating your lips. "Fuck..."

Satan freezes his own strokes, withholding his release to help you through yours. He takes your hand that's still holding your vibrator and puts it gently against your clit. "Hold that there."

You listen, and his hand abandons yours, fingers slipping down between your legs until they're kissing your entrance. You're fighting every impulse, every nerve, withholding your impending orgasm even as the thrumming against your swollen clit sings like a tuning fork, and you're the glass, ready to shatter.

"How many fingers do you want?" he mutters. His face is inches from yours, his eyes staring into yours, strands of his messy hair sticking to his damp forehead.

You swallow as your nose brushes against his, and it takes an extra ten whole seconds to process his question. "Um... two?"

He kisses you then, his mouth capturing yours sensually, lingering and slow as his fingers push into you. They glide in easily, your body wet and ready for him, and there's not a hint of discomfort, only relief. Sweet, sweet relief.

He glides his fingers out and back in, and your breath shudders within the cage of your chest. He does it again, his lips pulling away just enough so he can watch your expression, gauge your pleasure.

"You like it?" he asks, the huskiness of his voice nearly hiding his worry.

You nod.

But Satan is perceptive, and can tell that while you're enjoying it, that there's something more... something you want...

"Tell me," he whispers against your lips. "Tell me what you want me to do."

Your free hand is clutching his shoulder now, nails digging into his shirt that somehow never made its way off his body.

"I..." you swallow, and withdraw the vibrator just slightly. "I want you to curl your fingers... when you're pulling them out..."

You feel his lips curl into a smile against your own and he kisses you.

"Like this?"

He does it, and that familiar high note of pleasure cuts outward from between your legs, and you moan loudly into his mouth.

"Yes! Yes, just like that," you beg.

Another moan as he repeats the action. Once he's confident he has it figured out, he begins stroking his neglected cock again.

But then suddenly, a heavy silence falls like a blanket, and you quickly realize why...

"Oh shit..." you groan.

Satan pauses, confused as he stares at your now lifeless vibrator. "What happened?"

"The battery died...." you toss it aside and give a pained laugh followed by a frustrated growl.

Satan stares for a moment, then smiles mischeviously.

"Do you know how to touch yourself?" as he's asking, his fingers begin pushing back into you, slow and gentle, until he's knuckle deep.

You suck in air, and force your answer out through clenched teeth. "Of course I know how."

"Then maybe we don't need it this time..."

He curls his fingers for you, and your back arches as you gasp.

"Uhh, no.... no we don't."

"Good." He plants a kiss to your lips. "Then touch yourself so I can watch."

Oh fuck...

You lay back against the bed as your hand dips between your legs, fingers finding your swollen clit with ease. You begin to expertly roll tight circles over the sensitive nerves, and within seconds, your thighs are tensing, legs shaking.

Satan keeps his fingers in you, his pace following the one you're setting for yourself with each press of your fingers. His other hand is pumping his cock again, and his breaths are turning ragged.

"Can I cum on you?" he asks, his voice strained.

Another wave of pleasure jolts as your impending orgasm rapidly builds. Your head is pressed back into your pillow, chin lifting, back arching as the tension overtakes every inch of your body until it feels like ropes made of fire binding you, restricting you.

"Yes," you breathe. "Yes please."

"I'm close," he mutters through clenched teeth. You can feel the vibrations of how rapidly he's fisting his cock, the motion shaking the mattress. "I'm not cumming without you."

Your eyes open to look at him, and the sight of him all messy and suffering in his pleasure of you is the push you need. The tight band finally snaps, and you're moaning, gasping, your fingers working yourself vigorously while Satan's thrust in and out, fingers caressing that sensitive spot on each swift withdrawal.

Then his fingers withdraw and you feel his weight shift, his thighs lifting until he's on his knees between your legs. Immediately comes the hot, wet sensation of his cum spilling onto your fingers, your clit, your cunt. His moans are rough and guttural, nearly animalistic, and you're reminded that he's a demon, all inhuman strength and tightly guarded rage, coating your sex in his seed. It only turns you on more, and you ride out your orgasm, your fingers rubbing your clit vigorously, mixing his cum with your juices, as if you could imprint him onto you, carry him with you always.

Finally, the crushing, fiery waves ebb for both of you, and you're left with your cunt slightly aching and spasming with aftershocks. Satan is spent as well, sitting back on his haunches. You open your eyes to look at him, and you realize he's staring at your pussy, now covered in his seed, underwear still yanked to the side, now stretched out and ruined. You can feel a dribble of his cum sliding down your lips, and he gingerly takes his finger and rubs the droplet against your sensitive clit. You suck air in through your teeth, your back arching at the overstimulation, and he smiles.

He leans over you and lays his body onto yours, allowing you to feel the softness of his cock against your body. He kisses you tenderly, and you reciprocate as your arms lazily wrap around his neck.

"Thank you for this," he whispers against your mouth. "It was very... educational."

You chuckle at him. "You're a quick learner."

"Well, I am pretty smart..." he grins. "But... there are some things that can't be taught through books."

"So we'll have to practice more, then. So you can study..."

Satan hums at you, as he stares down at you, his cheek propped in his hand. "Hm. Yes, lots of studying."

You giggle and kiss him. Then he rolls over to his back to lay next to you, his eyes staring at the ceiling.

"Although..." he continues, "I think next time I want to hold the vibrator."

[chris-prank]

Absolutely love Dr.Seraph, he's such a pathetic man in the best of ways, gotta love it <3

But ngl, I'm also kinda curious about Fatalité, he's been mentioned here and there but we haven't seen much of him ....?

Could you tell us some stuff about him, if you don't mind ? Like how he feels about a hero reader/vigilante reader, or how he would feel if he discovered Dr.Seraph's feelings about the reader, for example

I'm so glad that my little mad scientist is to your liking! 😆 I decided to had some personal info about Fatalité on top of answering your questions!

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About Fatalité:

💣 Fatalité’s real name is Jules Dubois, he is born in Belgium.

💣 He is in his mid forties.

💣 He can speak French, English and a little bit of Spanish.

💣 He doesn’t have superpowers, that’s what Dr. Seraph is for! The only things that could be considered his “quirk” are his metal gauntlets that gives him inhuman strength. He can easily destroy a wall in one punch!

💣 His real weapon is money. Jules can pay, blackmail and bribe his way into fulfilling his goals. He still is on the field most of the time, since he doesn’t believe his henchman can do the job properly without him. Additionally, he finds sick pleasure in watching his enemies fail, so he wants to witness it first hand.

💣 His evil deeds vary between typical robbery of precious jewels or works of art and trying to take over parts of the city.

💣 Fatalité is a real narcissist, with psychopathic and sociopathic tendencies. Remorse is a feeling foreign to him seeing that he felt it rarely in his life.

What is he like on the romance side of things:

💣 Fatalité is biromantic and asexual, which I subtly hinted at in one of my previous posts. Sorry guys, but that means no spicy time with him.

💣 He is obviously a yandere too, since he is an evil supervillain, obsessing over things is ingrained in him. If he likes someone he doesn’t care what it takes, he will have them. Fatality is inevitable after all.

💣 He would be less mean to his partner than with other people, but taking in consideration his narcissism, his desires are still more important to him. So he might not be the best boyfriend in the world.

💣 You don’t want to cuddle? Too bad he wants it and he’ll trap you in his arms. You're so cute when you’re struggling to get away, you’re just like an aggressive stray cat. He does enjoy seeing you frustrated a little bit too much.

💣 His prominent love language are words of affirmation. He needs to hear you say how much you adore and worship him! Don’t expect any words of affirmation from him, he is too proud to admit his feelings out loud.

💣 On the other hand, he expresses his love for you by giving expensive gifts and physical touch.

His view on hero/vigilante reader and if he discovers Dr. Seraph as real feelings for them:

💣 About the hero reader, in simple words, Fatalité hates them. They take away or prevent him from getting the things HE wants.

💣 His views on vigilante reader will change depending on how much they are on the good side. If they are serving justice but with no moral ground, he will hate them as much as the typical hero. But if they are more flexible with their activities, Fatalité might try to work with them if it can serve his interests.

💣 If Jules founds out that Dr. Seraph is in love with the reader; he will be shocked and feel a bit betrayed. With all the people in the world he chose his arch nemesis!? Vincent should just spit in his face while he's at it.

💣 As long as his sidekick don’t plan on betraying him literally, he doesn’t mind this obsession of his. Actually, it could even turn into something positive, for exemple if Dr. Seraph decides to kidnap the reader for himself. That way Jules wouldn’t have to deal with them anymore.

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I hope this satisfied your curiosity about Fatalité!

[piracytheorist]

Twilight Eyes Project: "Secure a Wife" (part 1)

Previous episode analysis here

Unsurprisingly, as the very first scene of the episode is Twilight deciding that Franky isn't eligible for the wife role, we get Twilight eyes.

And as mentioned before, it's with certain expressions still visible through them.

We continue to closed Twilight eyes.

Eyebrows are still furrowed down towards his nose. That's usually a big telltale.

Continuing with more Twilight eyes.

I might not need to actually catalogue every single time we see his eyes. But those scenes were purely business as usual, with only Anya and Franky present. It makes sense why he wouldn't use "Loid eyes" or reveal his real face with Franky... but it's interesting how he doesn't use "Loid eyes" for Anya either. In his mind, being "neutral" like that works, so he doesn't bother putting more effort to make himself look more approachable to Anya. Little does he know why Anya already trusts him 😆

Then, we're onto the boutique scene. He looks at Anya with neutral Twilight eyes, wondering where she learns words like "getting trafficked",

and then, investigative eyes as he considers his options around the boutique.

After he rejects two possibilities and considers it will take a long time to find an ideal fake wife, in the manga we're still on investigative eyes looking to the front, but in the anime it's Twilight eyes looking to the side (where the shop owner was, as his attention was on her).

I believe this was done in order to emphasize on the animation of his face as he reacts to Yor's sudden presence behind him. The manga goes from the expression above to an immediate jolt. The anime allows him a small reaction of "wait what's that" before he also jolts.

And just who is that woman that sneaked up on him? Time for work! Thus, focused Twilight eyes.

Another difference: when the memory of Yor's picture pops in his mind, the eye we see in the manga is open, while in the anime they're both closed (in concentration). A deliberate change?

His eyes open right after, outside the "memory effect", as he looks back at Yor and inner-monologues about Yor's situation.

In the manga, he seems to turn a little back so he stands by her side, though pretending to not be looking at her. (at first he was leaning his side on the counter, so Yor came up right behind him. Now he's turned to lean his back on the counter, and I assume he did so he could check out who she was)

In the anime, he keeps his back turned on her. Still, in the manga he looks to his other side, away from Yor, as he berates himself for not noticing her immediately.

After all, Yor is supposed to be an everyday citizen, working a casual job at city hall, right? Why would she be able to sneak up on him? Must be his fault.

Anyway, the positioning is a little different here, though both cases seem to make Yor noticing his gaze make more sense. In the manga, if he turned around so he could keep her in his periphery, it would be noticed by her. In the anime, him looking over his shoulder at her is quite distinct.

Yor confronts him about his stare, and he swings a chance, telling her he thinks she's pretty. Yor reacts positively (albeit not in the way he'd expect from a honey pot target), and... though he activates Loid voice, his eyes are more expressive of his surprise at her reaction than anything else.

To be fair, her reaction was unexpected, so he probably wasn't sure whether the welcoming, over-willing "Loid eyes" would be appropriate. I just like that it threw him off, haha.

The anime treats us to another view of his face as he looks at her, having no idea she's about to ask him to be her pretend boyfriend and thus make all his plans fit into place.

Hi pot, meet kettle!

Twilight eyes as he considers asking Yor to play the wife role, then grows doubts about it. Kind of a miss for the anime to not have him say that he had doubts because he thought that Yor being so intuitive might become a hurdle.

Anya puts her plan to motion, Yor asks about the wife, and we get our first Loid eyes of the chapter/episode.

His backstory is already established (even though Franky called him a divorcee in the beginning, was that a translation error?) so he doesn't need "work" eyes, and said wife never actually existed so there's no emotions tied to her, so no excuse for "real eyes". But he gotta look approachable to Yor. He's but a mere single father, trying to do his best for his daughter that he definitely knows longer than a week, see!

I don't claim to be an expert in this analysis, so half the reasons I share these posts is so that more people can chime in. I don't think those below are "Twilight eyes", while Yor explains her situation.

They look more neutral than anything else. Definitely focused, but more relaxed since, curiously enough, Yor seems to be setting a very fruitful foundation for his plan. Almost too good to be true. If only he knew it will actually get even easier 😆

They do, however, turn into Twilight eyes as he undoubtedly goes like "That's it. That's my chance."

The next manga panel is too small to discern his reaction, but in the anime he immediately switches to Loid (?) eyes as he accepts Yor's request.

My question mark is there because "Loid eyes" make sense there, cause he's about to warm her up to his request, which is a far more complicated ordeal than hers. However, his eyes aren't as wide open as "Loid eyes" usually are. His smile reaches his eyes, making him look calmer - this is usually the telltale sign for "real eyes". But I think it's too early for him to show any honesty with Yor there. Maybe I'm overthinking it. There will be a lot of that down the line XD

Anyway! Twilight eyes as he explains his situation, and makes himself look like a very dedicated father who totally wants to honour the wishes of his late wife, who totally, 100% existed.

Narrowed, focused eyes. This is his one chance to get the ideal wife for the mission and the rest of his life. He can't pass it up.

And then, a complete change! Investigative eyes (aka extreme "Twilight eyes") in the manga... and Loid eyes in the anime!

I get the need for a change, though. The manga has a "shadow" over Twilight's face, suggesting that it focuses more on his inner thoughts - and planning - than what is being said. In the same manner, in the anime, the sound focus is on Twilight's thoughts, with his speaking voice being almost inaudible under the former. But! He's still trying to get Yor to trust him - he can't look shady like that. In reality, he does look at her with Loid eyes.

In a way, the manga gives us a more "inner" view, aimed at the audience. The anime shows us what the camera sees, aimed at the characters in-show.

Welcome to my blog. We overanalyze things here.

The supermarket cashier passes on a code to Twilight, and it's back to work with Twilight eyes.

Twilight realizes that his new side mission creates a hurdle to his meeting with Yor. The anime allows a second of animation to show him go from shock to Twilight eyes as he immediately puts a plan together.

(continued in part 2)

(anime only fan here, don't spoil me for the manga)

[amethystfairy1]

Amethyst I love you and I hate you SOOOOOO MUCH RIGHT NOW

because in one hand OMG THEY ACTUALLY DID IT THEY SAID I LOVE YOU AND HAD SEX NO WAY

but on the other hand GOOD LORD THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS GOING IN CONCERNING DIRECTIONS

Because even in this chapter the fact that Tango was already just so upset at the thought of Zed leaving despite the fact they’ve only been together for like a week and I know it’s normal and even healthy in some ways to be possessive (trust me I’m kinda like that with my own friends) but there is just this certain irk I get every time I read some of the lines in this fic

“I don’t ever wanna let you go!” Zed declared with all the oblivious brashness he always managed. Tango felt his cheeks warming even hotter, and while he hadn’t grown anywhere close to hot enough to burn, his flares were crackling even brighter, snapping and sparking from his true feelings on the scenario.

Which were utter contentment, of course.

this was what he’d been burning for all his life

But I couldn’t care less. Because he’s touching me.

Zed was rapidly coming to the conclusion that as long as Tango was looking at him like this, he’d be whatever he liked.

Zed just wanted Tango to be happy. He was already so happy just feeling this sense of fulfillment again after so long shredded apart. So it was fine. He'd be fine.

Tango wasn’t nearly as obsessive with knowledge as his boyfriend, but if that knowledge was about his boyfriend, all of a sudden, he felt insatiable.

It was fine.

Taken.

Tiny little piece. Just a sliver, just a fraction, just something enough for Tango to cling to during his every sleepless night and know that he might finally be getting something right

he mentally beat himself up over that, he let go of Zed’s hand and spun.

How could he possibly be mad?

Some lightly scalded fingertips, after all, had landed him in this situation.

He let Tango do as he pleased.

He’d be happy with anything if Tango just kept touching him.

He chased that contact like he was starving for it because, really?

He was. 

even if that was all just novelty. And if was novelty? Then Zed would take that. He’d take anything so long as he had Tango.

wherever they ended up, heaven or hell, it didn’t matter.

I know like at least half of these weren’t written as foreshadowing and were just supposed to be cute romantic lines but fuck it when you put codependency in the tags I’m gonna overanalyse lines like these. Honestly I had a sneaking suspicion that their relationship might be a bit more obsessive than normal since Sightline Sunrise when we first had Zed describing how Tango was sealing the cracks and I was like “Hey maybe this is a bit much” but I just ignored it because I thought I was just looking too deep into things BUT NOW!!!

I can’t just ignore the constant dread I feel as I reread some of these lines but you do SUCH a good job and sneaking them into the fic that I feel like I’m stretching them most of the time and I just like “I’m reading too into this? Am I? I might be going crazy.” But you added the codependency tag????? But like no-one else is actively questioning it?????? I feel like fucking Iskall screaming into a void of nothingness with an unhinged conspiracy theory that no-one believes? I think I’m going crazy.

Screw you Amethyst and introducing me to my first ever Zedango fic and making do insane over them SCREW YOU!!!!!

Ahhhh…

Only cute lines?

You underestimate me my friend 🙃

I never promised that all these relationships would only be healthy happy fun time, I mean, you’re spot on with all of those lines you pulled. Iskall would be proud! 😆 I don’t wanna say too much and spoil where we’re headed with this, so let me just say that your concerns are…well-placed. But through it all at the heart of their big tangle of issues these two idiots DO love and care about each other first and foremost. They’ve just got…a tiny little extra sprinkle of obsessiveness in there that’s on brand for them, and that toooooooootally won’t come back to bite them in the ass later 😉

I’m so glad you’re insane about my Zedango! Thank you for this lovely ramble I can’t tell you how much I love it when people analyze my stories for stuff like this! 💖💖💖

[theyluvlyss]

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬

because I'm still sick, which means reader has to suffer and be sick, too. sorry not sorry😆🩷.

𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫-𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 (what a corny title💀✋🏽)

《 ♡ 》 imagine

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :

regardless of a boosted immune system, an increased recovery time, and the convenience of being indestructible, even superheroes get sick from time to time. unfortunately, you're stubborn and would much rather aid your boyfriend and his family with the day's super-tasks than rest up.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 :

fem!girlfriend!reader x billy batson - she/her/hers pronouns! - reader has the powers of shazam as well!

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 :

post shazam!: fury of the gods

𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 :

reader being sick :/ - cough/cold&flu medicine side effects - lots of fluff/billy looking after you - reader wanting to play hero so, so bad bro lmao - cussing (not a lot at all) (honestly, just start assuming all of my writing will have curse words in it💀)

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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Billy Batson had been in the middle of stuffing your pillow with a freshly frozen icepack before both of your attentions had been pulled towards your TV, watching in alarm as some beastly creature continued to mutilate downtown Philadelphia. You couldn't quite make out its features, nor what it was exactly the reporter was saying, her newscaster-like tone and the picture on the screen all just a blur to you.

Too ill feeling to put some clarity on it, all you knew was that it was certainly dangerous and was definitely a call for superhero duty. Mildly delirious or not.

"Let me come with you...!" You boasted rather confidently for someone with flem still stuck in your nose, throat, and chest, and your head pounding so hard you regretted the act of shooting up in bed.

"Absolutely not." Billy rejected your demand immediately, turning back just to shake his head at you while you attempted at more protests.

"*cough* - But I can- I could help-"

Your voice strained terribly while more coughs interrupted, proving Billy's unspoken point more than enough. And even then, he'd still use the perfect timing of your sickly hacks to double down on it.

"And that's exactly why you're not coming. You need to rest so you can get better."

"Oh my god, it's just a cough. I'll be okay, I can do this."

Again, you were shot another shake of the head, along with a deadpanned look of disbelief as he made his way closer in order to stop you from pushing your blankets and sheets away.

"You can barely get up fast without feeling dizzy, but you think you can stop that?"

He pointed back at the TV, the monster actively knocking into buildings and wreaking havoc amongst crowds of running citizens.

You nodded as though you were an eager puppy, wide eyes staring back into his along with a lazy smile as if to fake like you were all better.

Unfortunately for you, Billy wasn't buying it.

"Yeah, no, lay down..."

"But-"

"And with luck, we'll have it all handled before dinner. I'll come back to check on you, 'kay?"

He hardly acknowledged your pleas, informing you that with help from his siblings, things would go smoothly. Without you.

Pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before replacing it with a cool, damp rag, you tried a final attempt at convincing him to let you come along, fight the good fight rather than wallow in bad health.

"Billy..."

The simple call of his name and a pouty look during his urge into laying you down.

Pushing at your shoulders, he succeeded, smiling above you while you gave in to the warmth of your bed once more. He tucked you in and then backed away towards your window, opening it with the intention to jump while you watched, fighting sleep.

"I love you, (Y/N). Rest. Please."

With a pained sigh, both of disappointment and from the literal ache of your body, you did as told and heeded his words.

"Fine. I love you, too."

He smiled, and then, he was gone. A crack of thunder after a loud, "Shazam!!" the last thing you heard before forcing yourself not to worry any longer.

You'd trust your boyfriend and his siblings. Like he said, they'd surely have everything done and cleaned up by the time you finished your nap. No need for your appearance, taking some much needed recovery from the cold that ravaged your normal body.

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"Look, ma'am, that's real sweet of you, but I-... You should really get outta' here!"

"But if I could just have you answer a few more questions, I mean...! I'm sure the public would love to know!"

"Who are you, Lois Lane? You've gotta be the most persistent reporter ever, lady...!"

It was the muffled shouts of adults that brought you back from your sleep some thirty minutes later. If you could even call it that. It was more like a delirious limbo, a point between consciousness and dreamland, all while a fever brewed and festered regardless of the now warm rag that coated over your forehead.

Hell, your pajamas could easily pass as the small towel on your head, drenched in your sweat while you groaned and pushed yourself up weakly. Your body continued to ache, nose stuffy and running at the same time, and god, did you want nothing more than to drink a gallon of water to soothe your sore throat.

Instead, you forced your eyes to open, squinting at the TV in hopes of gauging the situation that Billy assured you would be solved by now.

"bAcK tO cHecK oN y0u bEfOre dInNeR!" He had said, or something like that, which left you rolling your eyes now in the present. Half an hour later, he and his siblings were still struggling to clear out civilians from the scene! Had they even begun to tackle the beast that still roamed free on top of your beloved city? You figured not, considering you could quite literally feel the ground shaking due to its thunderous steps and loud roars.

You had to go. You couldn't not. It's very obvious they needed your help, at least with crowd control or as distraction, something! Whatever you could do to help, to save lives, you'd be more than happy to do it. Even while sick, even if it meant giving up some of your resting time to help those in need. It was what being a superhero was all about, wasn't it?

All of this power... there was no way you could just sit here and do nothing with it! Besides, it's not like anyone would really even notice that you were sick. Sure, you did get dizzy when you rose from the bed, standing on your own two feet. And yeah, your head pounded, and your nose caused your voice to dawn a nasal tone. But you could still fight, couldn't you?

You had to, with only one way to find out...

You went to your bathroom, scanning your medicine cabinet for the bottle of Cold & Flu medicine, and recklessly drank a few swallows straight from the bottle. You did so in hopes it'd hold you over for the next couple of hours, at the very least, curing your symptoms just enough to where your sickness wouldn't affect your performance.

With haste, you were back in your room, preparing yourself for the transformation from your regular self to your super-self, all with the use of the simple, magic word...

"Sha-...ahchoo...!"

Okay, that was gross.

Wiping your nose from the snot and clearing your throat with several "ahem"s and rough coughs, you tried again, moving yourself towards your window just as Billy had and checking to make sure there were no bystanders or any members of your family around to see you.

"Shazam!!"

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"What about the monster?!" Darla shouted amongst the sea of endless screaming people and loud roars of the beast ahead, floating towards her brothers nearby with a look of concern dawning her adult features.

Billy's face mimicked hers, looking up at the beast and then back towards helpless people running in fear in all sorts of scattered directions. It was confusing, to say the least, but he'd do his best to make up for it as long as no one got injured on his watch.

"Uhh... I think we should keep clearing out people! They'll get hurt if we don't protect them!"

"But-!" Eugene started, though Billy clearly wasn't having it. One could even say the stress had gotten to him, this event definitely taking longer than anticipated with more public property being destroyed by the minute. Which meant longer clean-up duty. Which meant late dinner, which meant no time to check up on you, and-

"We'll get there when we get there!" Was his final (and pretty lax) answer, only for Freddy to swoop down and point out the next impending tragedy.

"Well, if we're gonna get there, we should get there now because it's gonna destroy the town hall!"

And it was true, the grotesque being merrily on its way towards arguably one of the most important landscapes in the city. Of course the townhall, of all buildings ever...

"Gee, thanks, Captain Obvious...!" Billy huffed, Freddy merely giving a two-finger salute in order to further solidify his frivolous behavior.

"You're welcome, Captain You-Obviously-Don't-Know-What-You're- Doing...!"

Pedro was next to return to the scene, his face twisted in oncoming question as his eyes shifted between the monster, the building, and back again.

"I mean... Do we really need the town hall? 'Cause it's super white and boring-"

"Pedro...!"

"I- What?!"

And finally, Mary. The wisest of the siblings, surely, and growing increasingly harrowed by the current events and the fact that her brothers and sister were not aiding in the fight whatsoever.

"Yes, we do need the town hall, and us standing around talking about it is not helping anything...!"

"What're we thinking?" Freddy murmured, having leaned over to Billy in hopes of their older sister not being able to hear them.

"Captain Bossy."

"Definitely."

A sudden battle cry caused their heads to snap up away from the monster and towards an incoming ball of lightning and fury. Your eyes glowed the same color as your supersuit, fist cocked back with the intention to slam every last bit of force and power you've accumulated onto your enemy. With a loud, cracking sound, it was safe to assume your hit had connected, your entire body colliding with the beast with so much force that the both of you went toppling over onto-

Oh...

"See? Told you we didn't need it." Pedro smiled and nodded, admiring your bravery and the fact you had managed to subdue the monster with one nearly fatal blow.

Mary, though unamused, marveled at the scene just the same before Billy gave a harsh sigh and a shake of the head.

"I told her to stay in bed..."

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A mere moment had passed where you were in and out of consciousness (for the second time today, might I add), the only thing filling your vision being clouds upon clouds of smoke? Steam? Whichever the case, it caused an eerie, foggy atmosphere that didn't really seem to help your already mildly delirious state. Although, you had to admit, you were quite proud of yourself for taking down the threat in one go, having been pretty unsure of the amount of damage you'd be able to deal in your current state.

You slowly brought yourself to your feet, trying your best to squint through the "fog" in order to make out your whereabouts until you had looked down, taking notice of the weirdly textured road you stood on. It was a deep, deep maroon color. Rough and scaly, almost like a raisin and... moving?

You could've sworn that it - whatever you were standing on - was rising and sinking just the slightest. But, then again, you couldn't exactly trust your vision right now, the effects of your medicine kicking in with a weird, head-spinning affect that caused you to almost miss the loud shout of your name.

"(Y/N)!!" Billy called into the clearing mist, hands cupped over his mouth and very grateful in the moment that his adult voice was loud and deep. He was sure his calls could be heard from miles away, let alone a few feet, his worry growing when he still didn't receive a response despite that fact.

"Baby, where are you...?!"

A smile creeped onto your face at the pet name, turning and looking towards the sound of his voice. It was when the golden glow of his lightning emblem came into view that you allowed excitement to swell in your chest, calling back out to him with a squeal laced in your raspy voice.

"I'm down here, I'm okay! Did you see what I did?! I literally took it out with one punch!"

When Billy was finally able to catch sight of you, another breath of relief left his throat, hurrying towards your wobbly figure and steadying you once he felt your grip on his biceps.

"Yes, I saw, and I'm concerned because I thought I told you to stay in bed."

"Aww, c'mon, dude...!" You practically whined. "I'm totally fine, I literally feel fine! Plus, it was obvious you needed my help, so-"

"We had it handled, (Y/N)."

"Oh, is that why I-..." Harsh coughs cut into whatever attitude you were about to dunk on your boyfriend, stepping away to cover your mouth as he nodded knowingly.

"It doesn't matter when you're still sick and should be resting."

"It's *cough* fine, I'm *cough-cough* I'm fine."

He didn't have time to offer up more lectures with his deadpanned look, his siblings swift to join you two with gracious smiles of their own at your appearance and quick take down.

"That was sick, you know how sick that was?! If I could do an instant replay, I would because that was awesome!" Freddy gushed, blowing your ego higher than need be as Pedro offered up a fist bump. You returned it eagerly, only to pout again when Billy didn't hesitate to inform them all of your unfortunate status.

"You wanna know what else is sick? Her. She is. She's sick and really should not be here-"

"-But I am, and I did my part, and now everything's fine and you're just mad 'cause you're a hater...!" You huffed, being exaggerative with your arms and hands that caused Billy to give you a weird look.

"What are you, drunk?"

You took offense to the half-joking question, unsure as to why he'd ask such a thing when you felt perfectly fine and dandy. Like, cloud nine, hazy eyes, and the weird urge to run a marathon yet so, so sleepy at the same time.

"Am I drunk or am I sick, Batson, which is it?"

A pause, attitude dwindling.

"'Cause...'cause I dunno', either..."

He pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head once more in what could only be a mixture of dissatisfaction and worry.

"You took too much medicine before you got here, didn't you..."

Barely even a question, the obvious answer being yes, you could only scoff and toss your head to the side.

"No, just half the bottle..."

"That's way too much." Mary commented, nodding her head solemnly.

Before anyone could continue the odd conversation, the ground they stood on began to rise and fall a lot heavier than before.

"I knew it!" You shouted alarmingly loud, startling the siblings as they struggled to keep balance on the surface that was now beginning to rumble.

"Knew what?!" Freddy exclaimed. "What do you know?!"

"I thought I was hallucinating, but I'm not! We're not on the ground!" You informed, the shaking growing more violent by the second.

"What?!"

"(Y/N), please explain...!" Mary further urged, and before you could, a coughing fit stopped you from doing so and left everyone else in the dark, Billy trying his best to come to your side for comfort only for everyone to lose their balance the higher the "ground" rose.

Without second thought, Eugene flew upwards to get a better look at the entire scene, the rest of you quickly following in suit until you were all high enough in the sky to see that the monster was not yet finished with its rampage.

"(Y/N), hit it with another falcon punch!!" Freddy urged, Billy already shaking his head while giving an answer before you could.

"No, no, do not do that, she doesn't even feel well enough to be flying, look at her...!"

And it was true, your flying abilities suffering majorly from lack of health and increase of the medicine taking full affect making you drowsy and unfocused. You struggled to stay steady in the air, using Billy's arm as a crutch in case you were to suddenly drop from the sky. Hell, even the lightning emblem on your chest was dimming in and out as if you were literally on the verge from powering down while you spoke nasaly.

"He's...he's right, I feel- I'm pretty sure all of my power went into that one attack."

Freddy, dramatically, tossed his arms up into the air before dropping them at his sides.

"Oh, great, so we're screwed."

Protests from his siblings swiftly followed, all of them coming forth at the same time that left Freddy lifting his open palms up into the air in surrender.

"Oh, real nice, bro..." - "We're right here, y'know." - "Don't say that, we can do this...!" - "Okay, (Y/N)'s not the only one who can throw a punch, man!" - "Maybe if we spent less time talking and letting the sick girl do all of the work..."

"Sorry-sorry, my bad, I didn't realize you guys were so sensitive about this...!"

Fortunately, amongst the chaos of their words and the beast slowly rising from the ruins of Philadelphia's town hall for round two, your brain managed to fumble through half of a thought. An idea that could possibly work if executed correctly. A real plan, something that would help, which is what you came here to do, after all.

And sure, maybe you were too weak to carry it out alone, but the entire reason Billy had shared his power with you in the first place was because he trusted you. The same goes for all of his siblings. Because all of you together made a great team.

Besides, a half-assed plan was better than none at all.

So, without further ado...

"What-...What if y'all just... what if we stayed on the monster and then we just used our hands and then...boom. Right?"

You gained looks of concern and confusion at your nonsensical murmurs, the group making it known that whatever had just left your lips made zero sense to them even though you had been pretty confident in the fact that you came across perfectly clear.

Freddy was the first to prove otherwise, though, a barely audible, "...what?" leaving his throat as Billy gave you a look of sympathy and care.

"You're delirious, babe..."

"No, stop, I'm being serious...!" You croaked while pushing him away, which in hindsight, wasn't in your best interest when you were doing good just to stay afloat as well as dealing with an oncoming migrane. You fought to ignore that as well.

"Sounds like someone needs a nap." Eugene quipped, leaving Freddy and Darla to snicker to themselves while you gave what should've been a scoff, but what ended up coming out was more of a weak cough.

"Shut up, Eugene, I'm-!" Taking a second to gather your words, you tried again, doing your best to convey your plan once more.

"We all have lightning powers, don't we? We could land on the monster... and-and boom! Y'know?"

With the movements of your hands and fingers, you nodded as if to confirm that they understood this time around. Unfortunately, no one seemed to catch on, Mary the only one staring ahead rather than at you in confusion until something in her brain seemed to click, and she was suddenly coming towards you with a smile.

"Wait... Wait, I think I understand!"

"You do?!" You jinxed with your boyfriend, your words laced with a tone of relief and excitement while Billy's held more of a shock and surprise.

Mary nodded briskly, taking your hands in hers upon delivering her praise.

"Yes, (Y/N), you're a genius, oh my gosh! Why didn't I think of that?!"

With the two of you giving relieved laughs in understanding of one another, Darla was the first the point out the obvious for the rest of the group, leaving room for Mary to explain your plan much better than you had twice before.

"Am I the only one really confused right now?"

"Guys, we have to electrocute the monster, that's the only way it's going down. And I think, what (Y/N) means is, if we all use our powers together as much as we can like she did when she knocked it out, we'll generate enough electricity to do so."

"Yes!!" You confirmed with a mix of exasperation and relief in your hoarse voice, leaning your head against Billy's shoulder as if just the act of talking about your plan tired you out.

It made you wonder if you'd be strong enough to participate in executing, the feeling of letting down those around you much worse than any monster attacking the city or illness attacking your body.

Billy could sense this, raising and dropping the shoulder your head rested upon to grab your attention before delivering playful encouragement.

"Huh. Remind me never to doubt your sick-brain."

Sniffling, you nodded, appreciating his efforts and gaining back some of that lost confidence.

"Damn right."

It wasn't long before your plan had been put into action, one sibling distracting the monster long enough for another to land on it unsuspectingly until, one by one, all of you had your hands firmly planted on a part of its body. Counting down the seconds, you guys generated any and all electricity your bodies had stored into your hands and finally, found yourselves practically frying the beast to ash.

For the last time today, it fell. And thankfully, not on top of any more buildings. You were happy to witness it all, let alone be a part of it, nodding as if to pat yourself on the back for doing good. You certainly deserved it, you felt, seeing as all of your power went drained, and you were even too sick to stand. You convinced yourself to sit, leaning up against a large wall of rubble in attempts to recuperate.

"Just need to catch my breath..." You reasoned with yourself as though your eyes weren't half a blink away from fully closing.

"Need a second..." You coughed, head spinning with the urge to succumb to the cold that left even super-you ill-advantaged.

. . .

"(Y/N)...!!" Mary called into the debris, only having run into her own siblings rather than you. This worried her, especially once it had been revealed that you were fighting while sick. It also made her wonder why such mystical and magical abilities couldn't cancel out such a common flu or virus. She'd definitely be found reading up on the matter later, that's for sure...

But, until then, the search continued, Billy joining his older sister's side with a familiar concern he always harbored for you.

"(N/N)...!! Where you at, babe?!"

"You don't think she got crushed, do you?"

Mary rolled her eyes before lightly slapping the arm of her other brother, Freddy never one to learn to keep his badly timed jokes to himself.

"Don't say that, we're already worried enough...!"

"Agh-! I didn't mean it...!"

"There she is...!" Darla cheered, pointing up ahead to where you had peacefully laid yourself to rest.

Okay, that sounded a little morbid, but it's meant in the literal sense, not to worry.

Although it's not like they could tell the same, the view to them more of an alarming take on what should've been a more joyous reunion.

With super-speed Billy had almost forgotten he possessed, he was by your side in an instant, crouching down and allowing a giant wave of relief to wash over him when he was granted a clear look of your rising and falling chest. You were still breathing (thank god), and pretty heavily, he noticed, his gaze trailing upwards to inspect your face for any marks or bruises.

He found none, only the beads of sweat on your forehead and your eyes sunken in while you lightly snored, unable to breathe through your nose even in slumber.

"She's okay..." He had spoken to himself at first, a final act of reassurance he hadn't realized he needed before pulling himself together and turning back to shout.

"She's okay...!!"

Naturally, this woke you, your eyes fluttering open and a smile gracing your features at the sound of his voice.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." You apologized, fighting back a yawn as you placed a cold hand into Billy's warm one. "I was just...sleepin'. Tired."

"That's what you get for pushing yourself." He half-joked, granting you a smile of his own that brought some heat back to your cheeks.

"You should've stayed home." He reiterated for what seemed like the millionth time this late afternoon.

"Sorry. Just really needed to help you guys..."

"You did. By a lot." He admitted, gently urging you to your feet. "You did good, really."

You laughed weakly, thankfully using Billy for support as the rest of the siblings approached, glad you were okay, up, and even trying to walk.

"That's all I wanted."

"Say the word." Billy coaxed, and for once, you heeded his advice and muttered it with the hopes that you'd suddenly return home. Safe, sound, and in your warm, cozy bed.

Alas, that was wishful thinking. Instead, you were transformed back to your regular self, gently held in Billy's adult arms with the warmth exuding from his lightning emblem lulling you back to sleep much faster than expelling large quantities of magical power ever could.

"I'm taking her home." He announced, sure of himself this time around before swiftly adding, "And she's gonna stay there...!"

As if you could actually hear him and his directive attitude, he looked down at your figure cuddled against him before going on.

"And hopefully, she'll be better soon enough for people to thank her."

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"Hey, I think my sinuses are finally staring to clear up...!" You sniffled, basking in the glory that was a full, clear breath of air. Oh, how you missed air. How you missed breathing without issue, and-

"ah-cHOO!!"

"Bless you."

And... back to square one.

"Thanks..."

Normally, you'd apologize for spreading your germs, possibly passing on your sickness to your boyfriend. But, right now, cuddled up against him and finding solace in his care was all you concerned yourself with, having already thanked him a million times as he let the news channel run on your TV.

You got lucky, able to see that your selfless acts hadn't been in vain and that it really was for the best that you had gone out and helped when you felt needed.

"Feeling better?" Billy inquired, placing quick chaste kisses along your temple and forehead upon seeing the tiny smile that graced your features. You nodded against him; though not in regards to your sickness, you certainly did feel better about yourself, drifting off to sleeping knowing your city was safe and to the sound of your boyfriend's heartbeat.

𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐞𝐞𝐞!!!

squealing like the little girl I am, lemme stop omg😭✋🏽-

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 :

me😆

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 :

4,467

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 :

none :(

[joocomics]

Yo! How'd you know i love the moon?! Haha 🌙 anon fits perfectly, thank you 🫶🏻 I love reading your work, unknowingly you've piqued my interest in Xdinary Heroes too 😆 Love their latest music, will definitely be checking out more. You write beautifully for them too 👌

Anyway, I've come to contribute a thought to your Keeho writings (hopefully). I've been thinking about how Keeho is funny and all, sure, but he's also so introspective and well spoken. Very mature, maybe because he's the leader. So I was thinking of him in a sort of ... Calm Boyfriend x Golden Retriever Girlfriend dynamic. Admittedly I'm not the most girly or cutesy 🥹 So sometimes I daydream about Keeho with a S/O that's a little bit tomboyish, golden retriever-ish, but is also just as sensitive and thoughtful as he is. So much that it makes him look like the calm and quiet one between the two 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ Very self indulgent I must admit...

I would love to hear your thoughts 👀 be it soft and/or hard thoughts ☺️

Have a good weekend! I'm almost done with my readings for uni so you can 100% expect me to drop by more often soon.

- 🌙

i can see him in such relationship! since his field of work can be often overwhelming he would like to have a person in his life that would take his mind off of things and would allow him to tone down his personality in a way; someone who can be fun and playful around him, and not mind it if he’s enjoying their company in silence…

calm bf!keeho would let his golden retriever!gf take him anywhere, anytime… every time you share about a place you’re interested in going to, he plans it right away. doesn’t matter if it’s a restaurant, a trip or any other activity he always makes sure to make it happen because he loves how excited you get whenever you get the chance to explore new things and places. you bring him new experiences and he appreciates that.

during trips you often walk ahead of him with a wide smile on your face, pointing at different cool spots to see and he nods reminding you to watch where you’re going cause it’s crowded. if you’re in a different town or country you haven’t been before he frequently has to pull you towards him by your hoodie or by gripping your backpack when you get too excited cause he’s on edge you may slip away from him.

his friends absolutely love you. some of them may even tease him about how such an ordinary guy like him managed to impress such a fun girl like you. whenever you hang out together keeho always lets you tell all about your trips without feeling the need to join you. he has good skills when it comes to storytelling, but the way you get along so well with his friends makes him really happy, and he doesn’t mind when you’re in the spotlight. he actually really likes it, and has more fun listening to your enthusiasm ringing in the room.

calm bf!keeho with a golden retriever!gf results into lots of skinship… although none of you say it both of you are secretly suckers for the way you always end up touching each other no matter what you’re up to. you like the way his hand always finds yours as you’re out and about - he intertwines your fingers together and you swing your hands back and forth; he loves when you cling onto his arm in the elevator that always makes him pat you on the head; or when you follow him around, wrapping arms around his body from behind while he’s doing something.

༻ nsfw

make out sessions often have banter in the most passionate way which turns the foreplay into one long edging. personally, i see keeho as a switch, he prefers to go with the flow when it comes to sex, and this applies here too. sometimes he dominates, sometimes not so much, one thing that’s for sure is that he loves receiving body worship until he’s left in all kinds of marks.

in bed, i see him really enjoying it when you take your time teasing him. he doesn’t need to admit it cause it’s written all over his face, and the way his body succumbs under your touch says enough. biting, scratching, marking - he stays still with eyes shut in bliss, letting you use him like he’s your toy. your playfulness in addition to your confidence always turns him on, and seeing your lustful smile as you kneel in the middle of unzipping his pants is enough to get him leaking. he slides two fingers into your mouth and takes them out with a smirk after realising you’re already drooling for him. even if you didn’t have oral fixation before you will end up having one after dating him cause he loves having your mouth on him 24/7…

a/n: i’m happy to hear you like ur emoji AND xh! <3 they’re amazing and deserve all the love. tysm for the kind words omg 🫶🏼 i really hope you enjoyed reading my thoughts, it’s my first time writing this dynamic and i’m a bit nervous if it turned out well. i don’t mind talking about it more tho cause i can really see keeho with a s/o like this, it fits him a lot ~ and most importantly, we’re here to indulge in our own fantasies!!

hope you’re having a nice week <3

[ghostiiess]

[NSB HEADCANONS] - you cut yourself while cooking

pov: the title says everything!

warnings: cutting ourselves, mention of blood (not much, but still a little bit), mention of pain, cooking knifes, knife cut, mention of kitchen knifes (idk if it’s a warning, but i wrote it there anyways, just in case), some swears, petnames…

type: comfort

members: ryan nguyen (azngami)

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It was a friday night

And what usually happen during Friday night? Dates.

And what kind of dates do you have if your boyfriend is called ryan Nguyen? GAMING DATE OFC!! 🥳🥳

Nah but for real, i imagine he would do gaming dates with you… how cute?

But for yo guys, it was starting to get a bit… tiring?

Since you both wanted to have more… special date (if i can say it like that), you both decided to put ideas in a bowl with different places and activities

That way, you wouldn’t have 60 gaming dates 💀

(The rest under the cut!)

Don’t get me wrong, gaming dates are cute and nice, but sometimes, it’s also fun to go outside, you know? 😆

You loved that idea

I mean, Ryan did too

This week, you picked the date.

How lucky were you to read the following activity: ‘cooking a meal together while listening to music’

Great, isn’t it?

So, you both decided to do some sushi, because why not? (I’m referring to their nsb sushi cooking video if you didn’t know 😏)

Ofc to make sushi, you need vegetables, some avocados, some cucumber… in short, anything you want in your sushi

Which mean, you need to cut vegetables!!

You guys knows where I’m going 💀

While you were cutting the vegetables, you felt blood on your hand

And also pain.

So, like every normal humans who hurt themselves or feel blood rolling down, you tried to find where the pain was on your hand

You were going to tell Ryan, but… he saw it coming.

“Shit, are you okay?”

“Baby, idc about the sushi, there’s blood… did you cut yourself with the knife?”

He would be so upset :(

But not about you!! Just upset, like he’s sad it happened :/

He hate seeing you hurt

It make him feel so sad and so bad? Even though it’s not his fault?

“I know it stain baby, i know..”

“So sorry it happened to you, angel..”

“You got this, don’t worry, okay? We’ll go clean your hand first, alright?”

During he was cleaning your wound, he was not okay

Your little reactions when he was cleaning your hand with soap, was killing him.

“Breathe baby, we’re almost done, i promise”

“You are doing so good”

“ i know it stink, babe.. but we have to clean it first, okay? Otherwise, i might not heal correctly”

He would give you hugs and kisses after it

Yes, star! you heard me.

HUGS.

AND KISSES.

Ryan Nguyen??? Hugs??? Kisses??? physical attention?

Babe, he loves it.

Only when it’s with the right people, of course! 😇 so consider yourself lucky bc even his brothers (nsb members) do not get this chance like you do!! (I am kidding, don’t worry. Seb get this attention too!! 🥰)

“Did so good”

“Be careful next time?”

Now, you may think it’s all positive and all cutie cutie, but let me be real for a second.

he would make fun of you

Like… Just a tiny very little tiny bit of teasing

“You are so clumsy, istg…”

“What am i going to do with you?”

“At least, you didn’t put blood in our sushi..”

« bloody sushi are NOT my favorite.. »

Don’t take these to heart

He’s only kidding :))

He just love teasing you

Also, he would be the cutest sweetest boyfriend

i say that to like every nsb members, but like they are all boyfriends material so…

Anyways

“Ruined the date? Babe… you didn’t ruin anything”

“ accidents happen… i mean, yeah for sure, i would have prefered to avoid it since, like, i hate to see you hurt, but you didn’t ruin anything”

“It’s not your fault, why are you blaming yourself? It was an accident!”

“ stfu and accept that it wasn’t your fault??? Bro, istg-”

After, he cleaned your hand, patched you up and gave you a little kiss, he’d smile

“ there… a little kiss, so it’ll heal faster”

“Wdym it doesn’t work like that? Miss, don’t doubt my abilities”

“ don’t make me regret me patching you up. Stop making fun of my ways to take care of you” 💀

No bc when people kiss your wound 🫢 isn’t that so sweet and cute?

Or is it me who’s like really love-deprived and every movements someone do to me, I’m like « omg, cuteee » 💀 lmao, probably me

he would literally tell you to stop cooking

You hurt yourself and he doesn’t want you to get even more hurt

You got to be careful, babe <3

He would give you side eye if you try to cook with him

“I’ll cut the vegetables, alright? Go dress the table, baby”

“I know you want to cook with me, but you already cut yourself… i want to eat sushi, not your fingers” (i am saying this in the totally most innocent way, i promise)

“ i know you can do it, but i want to make sure you don’t cut yourself again…”

“ do i have to remind you that you cut yourself 3 other time since our last cooking date, which was not even 4 days ago… and it was take-out 💀”

please be careful 😭

But if you reallyyyy want to cook….

He’ll give you a back hug and put his hands on yours while you are cutting the vegetables (or any food)

“Slower, baby… you’re going way too fast”

“ slow down… i don’t want you to get hurt again”

To finish this hc, Ryan would be super sweet (like if he wasn’t in the every day life 🙄) and really comforting

Vote ryan for the best bf of the year, yay!

taglist! (Open! Send an ask to be in it!) : @nsb-rkive @kentisbaby @firebenderwolf @hyuneee0 @yawnzzznnn @ghostyycat7

Bold can’t be tagged.

Sorry for the little late, was busy with school and my job!

REBLOGS AND LIKES ARE VERY APPRECIATED! IT HELPS ME A TON!

[animesmolbean]

A World of Pure Imagination

Side Note: Talking about a Wonka GIF... AGAIN!

Who knew someone being covered in chocolate would be attractive! There's a first for everything, I guess, lol! 😆

Hope you enjoy the chapter! ♥️

Chapter 14: We Did It, We Changed the World

Yin gasped and looked behind him. Who he saw completely surprised him.

It was a very short man with orange skin and bright green hair. He wore a brown and white ensemble with goggles and mechanical wings.

The Little Orange Man was real!

"You're the little orange man Willy told me about." Yin said, eyes wide in shock.

The green haired munchkin rolled his eyes. "I'll have you know, I am an Oompa Loompa. They call me Lofty." He said in a dry, sarcastic tone. He looked at the young man. "And you must be the young man that Mr. Wonka wouldn't shut up about."

Yin felt a blush bloom onto his cheeks. "He... talked about me?"

"He wouldn't shut up about you."

'He talked about me.' Yin thought to himself, smiling sweetly. Then he remembered.

"Excuse me, Mr. Lofty. Can you help me turn this off, please?" He asked, trying to turn the handles again.

Lofty looked at the machinery. "I've got this." He used the mechanical wings and flew up to a higher point. There was a lever that was labeled 'Emergency Drain'.

'I guess I didn't see that.' Yin thought to himself.

Even though Lofty was already there, Yin stood on his toes and reached for the lever. At the same time, Lofty and Yin pulled down the lever. The machine made a whirring sound, and Yin heard the chocolate being drained. It worked.

Yin looked at Lofty and kneeled down once Lofty was on the ground again. "Thank you, Mr. Lofty. How can I repay you?" He asked graciously, shaking his hand in his.

Lofty pulled his hand away after a few seconds. "You could get that boyfriend of yours to repay his debt. That'll be a good start."

The young man didn't know what he was talking about, but he nodded. "You got it."

"Now, I bid you good day, sir." Lofty activated his wings and flew out of the vault and onto the elevator, activating it and the elevator went up.

Once the elevator was out of sight, Yin got up and went to the door. He started to turn the handle. "Willy! Noodle!" He called.

He managed to get the door open and saw Willy and Noodle on the platform, covered in chocolate. The pair saw him, and they yelled, "Yin!"

"Guys!"

Yin ran in, not caring about the slippery chocolate on the pathway. He got to Noodle first, who ran up to him first. The two took each other's hands. "You're okay! You're okay! I'm so relieved!" Yin exclaimed in joy.

"You saved us, Yin! Thank you!" Noodle exclaimed happily.

Yin chuckled. "I can't take all the credit. I had a little help. From the The Little Orange Man."

Noodle's eyes widened. "The Little Orange Man?! He's real?!"

"Yep. His name is Lofty. Interesting guy." Yin stated, chuckling.

Noodle giggled along with him.

Yin then looked behind Noodle. There stood Willy, his boyfriend, a gentle smile on his pretty face. Yin released Noodle's hands, and with a sniffle, he jogged over to him.

He got over to him and cupped his cheeks. The chocolate on his face was already drying up. "Oh Willy. I thought I was going to lose you again." He whispered, sniffling.

Willy caressed Yin's face with his fingertips, careful not to get too much chocolate on him or his clothes. "It's alright, sugar cube. I'm right here." He reassured.

Yin smiled softly at him. "I'm so happy you're okay, baby." He whispered. Willy smiled softly at the nickname and nuzzled his nose against Yin's. The action smudged some chocolate onto Yin's nose. The couple giggled.

"I hate to ruin this moment, but we have some criminals to catch." Noodle, who was now at the entrance of the tank, interjected.

The couple blushed lightly but nodded. "Yeah. Let's go!" Willy said. Noodle left to get the ledger.

Before they left, Yin kissed Willy. The magician kissed back, cupping Yin's face. The kiss was gentle but firm, lips moving desperately.

They pulled away after a good ten seconds. Yin licked his lips. "By the way, your chocolate is a hundred percent better." He joked.

Willy laughed at his boyfriend, whose face was now mostly smudged with chocolate from his hands. Despite this, he still looked as beautiful as ever.

The couple held hands as they walked out of the tank. Noodle now had the green ledger in her hands.

"Let's go. I would love to see their faces when we come out." Yin said with a playful smirk.

Noodle laughed while Willy chuckled, biting his bottom lip shyly at the sight of Yin smirking playfully.

The trio made their way out of the vault, ready to finally bring the Chocolate Cartel to justice.

(Transition)

The Cartel emerged from the cathedral as the Chief finally arrived in a car.

"Gentlemen! Thank goodness you're alright! I came as fast as I could."

He tried to get out of the car - but now he was so enormously wide he didn't quite fit through the door. The Cartel shared surrpised, confused, and looks of disbelief. The Chief manages to get out. "Car shrunk."

Slugworth spoke up. " Don't you worry, Chief. All under control. Couple of thieves broke in, but I'm afraid they met with a little accident."

"In which they died." Prodnose added dramatically.

This time, it caused the other Cartel members to chuckle. "That's actually very funny." Slugworth commented.

"I wouldn't be too sure about that." A voice called out.

The three turn to see Willy Wonka, Noodle, and Yin emerge from the cathedral. The first two were covered in dried chocolate.

"Officer Affable, would you kindly take a look at this?" Yin asked, gesturing to the green ledger Noodle was holding.

"Wonka!" Slugworth exclaimed in surprise.

Noodle handed Affable the ledger. "It details every single illegal payment these men have ever made. Thousands of them." Noodle looked at the trio.

"Don't listen to her, Affable. She's lying." The Chief spoke.

"Well, of course she is!" Slugworth joined in on the lying.

Affable's eyes widen as he flips through the pages. "She's not, sir. She's absolutely right.... it's incredible."

The Cartel grew visibly nervous. The Chief tries to take control of the situation. "Oh. Well. It sounds like a case for the chief of police. Give it to me, Affable. I'll take it from here. You know, save you from the paperwork."

But Officer Affable keeps a tight hold of the book. "I'm afraid I can't do that, sir."

The Chief chuckled. "Why's that?"

"Because your name's written in here."

"What?"

"A lot." Affable closes the ledger. "You are under arrest."

Slugworth, Fickelgruber, and Prodnose sense the game is up. "Gentlemen? Run!" Arthur squeaked out, and the three moved to run.

Noodle walks forward to go after them but is stopped by Wonka, who takes her arm gently. "That's okay, Noodle. Just give it one second."

Then, something incredible happens. The Chocolate Cartel began to float up for the ground - just like they did in the Galeria. Yin chuckled at this, remembering that moment well.

Slugworth desperately grabbed at the fountain, Prodnose grabbed Slugworth's ankle. Fickelgruber grabbed onto Prodnose's ankle.

"You didn't eat any of those chocolates did you?" Willy asked as he walked towards the fountain, holding Yin's hand.

"Why?" Slugworth asked.

"Because they're Hoverchocs! Delayed action. But extra strong." Willy replied, smiling.

Slugworth growled at Willy.

"You think you're so clever, don't you, Wonka? There's a billion sovereigns of chocolate beneath our feet. We'll get the best lawyers, bribe the judge, rig the jury if we have to. We'll be fine."

Willy frowned a bit, looking down. "I wish I'd thought of that." But then, he smirked, and Yin had to control himself when he saw it; he liked that look.

The chocolatier turned around. "Hey Noodle!" He called out to her. Noodle hit a drain by the cathedral with a wrench. Yin was confused as to what was happening.

Just then, the ground started to tremble. Everyone, except Willy and Noodle, was confused. The fountain in the middle of the square began to shake. The icicles of frozen water, which have hung from the ends of its water spouts for years started to crack and fall.

Then, a rich brown liquid shoots flint he water spouts, sending the Cartel spinning away into the air, making them yell.

"What is it?" Prodnose asked.

"It's our chocolate!" Slugworth replied.

"All our chocolate!" Fickelgruber added.

"We're ruined!" Prodnose cried.

Willy looked up at them. "Don't worry, gentlemen! You'll come down eventually, I think. Probably. But until then.."

He hops onto the edge of the fountain and takes various ingredients from his pockets and sleeves, and throws them into the fountain. The chocolate bubbles and sparkles, turning into a gorgeous color. Noodle watched, enchanted and laughing from the side of the catherdal. Yin watched from in front of the fountain, enchanted and laughing while hopping up and down. The wash house gang emerged from a storm drain.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Willy Wonka, his partner, and friends invite you all to enjoy our chocolate!"

The crowd gathered around the fountain, clamoring for the chocolate. Yin cheered happily, clapping. Willy came down from the fountain as the whole crew came and congratulated each other on the success. Eventually, they break off, talking with the other townspeople.

Willy grabbed Yin's hands in his, both of them jumping up and down with joy.

"We did it, Willy! We changed the world." Yin said excitedly.

"Yes, we did, my dear Yin. Yes, we did."

They cupped each other's face, smiling like idiots. Without a care in the world, they two kiss each other. It was a sweet and loving kiss that lasted for some time.

They pulled away, laughing.

"Finally!" A voice rang out.

The two turned and saw Noodle smiling. "About time." She teased.

The two blushed but couldn't help but smile. "Should we tell her this isn't our first time?" Yin asked.

Willy shook his head. "No. Leave some mystery."

"What?! You already had your first kiss?!" Noodle exclaimed in surprise. "When?!"

The two bit their bottom lips before they both replied at the same time, "When we opened the shop."

"Aww, I missed it!" Noodle whined. "Tell me all about it later, Yin!"

"Will do, Noodle-dee." Yin teased.

Noodle went back to talking to people and giving them chocolate.

The couple looked at each other, and they laughed at what had just happened. "So much for mystery." Yin said. Willy just nodded. Yin went to play with Willy's hair and kiss his cheek, but then he realized he was still covered in chocolate.

"We should probably wash off all this chocolate." He suggested. Willy looked at himself up and down and looked at Yin's chocolate smudged face and hands.

"That didn't stop you earlier." Willy pointed out with a playful look.

The two laughed again.

[e-dubbc11]

Happy 2024 My Lovelies!!

I’ve successfully navigated (I hope) my second full year on this hellsite and I wanted to start this year with a winter themed sleepover! ❄️ ❄️❄️❄️❄️

But before I get to the rules and regulations, I’d like to wish all of my lovely friends and followers a Happy New Year. I hope whatever you set out to do this year, you kick it in the tail and if you don’t have anything in mind yet to accomplish this coming year, then that’s ok too. 🥂

Thank you to everyone who follows me, reads my fics, tags me in games, chats with me in private conversations, or throws a ♥️ in my direction every once in awhile. I see you and kiss you all on the forehead.

Rules will be under the cut…

I love doing this kind of thing for you all but I do need your help so please like and reblog this. (Also, please send something in! I don’t bite, I promise!)

Send in as many asks as you’d like

This isn’t limited to my followers, although I’d love it if you did

My muses are my love Billy Russo, Matt Murdock, Brock Rumlow, a little Donald Pierce. (I could be persuaded to try and write for Quinn McKenna and Dean Winchester…maybe 😆)

My offers for the sleepover are as follows…

Winter Activity Moodboards 🥶❄️☃️🏂🎿🛷 limited to mutuals only OR if you have commented/reblogged any of my fics. Send me a character and a winter activity and I’ll create a moodboard for you.

FMK or FMK Alternatives which can be found HERE I’ll do characters from MCU, Supernatural, Netflix Series (DD, Punisher, Defenders), Boyd Holbrook characters, Ben Barnes characters, and any others you can think of that I may be into.

Top 5 / Top 10 Anything

This or That?

Would You Rather?

Fics I should read or blogs I should follow

Send me thoughts, thots, and/or musings for characters I write for

Send me a character and a GIF, can be fluffy or smexy and I’ll try and write something based off of it.

Send me a scene from one of my fics and I’ll write it from the other persons POV

I also have two fics that I could be persuaded to write sequels for…Unforgiven (Matt Murdock x F! Reader) and Irreplaceable (Billy Russo x F! Reader)

Prompt Lists/Winter activity prompts/dialogue

I’ll leave some prompt/dialogue lists below and if something strikes your fancy, send it on over with one of my muses and I’ll see what I can do with it. Or if you have one in mind not on these lists, that’s absolutely fine also.

Winter is coming prompts

Fluffy Winter Holiday Prompts

Jealousy Prompts

More Jealousy Prompts

Protective Prompts

More Protective Prompts

I’ll Keep You Safe Prompts

An Assortment of Dialogue Prompts

And even though it’s not my wheelhouse, some smut prompts….

More Smut Prompts

I’ll keep this open until January 11, 2024 CLOSED

Again, Happy New Year my lovely friends. I hope 2024 is good to you all!

Tagging some of my friends/cheerleaders. I love you all and hope you’ll send some things in! ♥️💙

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[stolitzfamily]

Why I think Stolitz would be a good couple:

• Blitz can teach Stolas how to use dirty talk (or the Prince can teach himself— via reading— since he’s such a bookworm 😂)

* The former could even with some patience — since there’s a difference between fucking, one-night-stand style, and making love, boyfriend style, — reward Stolas with either praise or using tactility, if guiding him right

* Especially if Stolitz had unanimously agreed on — from both parties — BDSM (the rougher side of sex) it’s been pointed out to me that there are some positive things about it

- Safe-words

- Check-ins

- Aftercare

Especially in comparison to Blitz to sleep with Chaz in 2x03:

- No safe words

- Too rough >>> even enough for Blitz to scream out “CHILL THE FUCK OUT”

- Allopathic (opposite of aftercare)

• Stolas can offer some parenting advice — that he had had experienced with his daughter Octavia — to Blitz when he’s unsure what to do with Loona when she’s angry with him (etc)

• Stolas & Blitz both a virgin of love and what it means to have a proper relationship (Blitz’s “relationship” with Verosika didn’t count since that was more fucking — which is implied — than emotionally invested; least on the latter’s part it was)

• Unlike M&M (not trying to put them down but it is a fact) Blitz and Stolas have the most realistic — which is technically a situationship — affair

Definition of “situationship”:

A romantic relationship that is and remains undefined (communication is required here 🤣)

• Stolas can reach (or help Blitz) in high places — with him being 11ft tall — despite their height differences

• If Stolas and Blitz got into inflamed argument; they could always have angry — and, let’s be honest, earth-shattering — make up sex

• Stolas can show Blitz — through self-education and idealism of romantic movies and books whether they are fiction or nonfiction — what it looks to make love to one another — as well enjoy the rough side of things of sex

• Stolas can calm Blitz if he was blinded by pure rage by — rather than arcing up— he’d get him to see logic about the situation (if he thought it was reasonable, of course!) and get him to see another perspective

• Blitz & Stolas can verbally — and physically — protect one another whether it be derogatory comment about their positions in hierarchy (including their kinds) or if it came down to kidnapping and some form of torture

ie:

“Do we have a problem?” - Stolas to the bouncer 1x07 in the episode ‘Ozzie’s’

• Stolas can help with Blitz’s spelling (if asked; and I feel like if they were in a relationship then the imp definitely would be comfortable asking the former to do it for him or sound it out)

* Stolas can could also help with Blitz’s grammatical errors ie: “It snew last night” vs (correctly) “it snowed last night”

• If Blitz becomes stubborn with something; Stolas can probably go two ways with this he can either be kind and coaxing or can be stubborn himself and resolute (depending what the situation is about and who is involved)

* If Stolas thinks Blitz is being disrespectful — by taking it too far because even he has his limitations 😆— or reckless he can also be annoyed and lecture him (ie: 1x06 Truth Seekers)

• They can teach each have their usual roles:

* Blitz = dominance (rough)

Stolas = submission (gentle)

• If Blitz is upset Stolas is one of the few demons that won’t push him away — despite his unrestrained personality — and had always been the one to support the former

(Although supportive, Stolas does have his limitations when it comes to hurt feelings; hence why wants to obtain the Asmodean Crystal from Asmodeus (in 2x06) , due to the accusation of treating Blitz like a plaything)

• If Blitz particularly stressed about something (example: when he was about to perform in front of an audience in 2x02) Stolas without hesitation will give him TLC (compassion) — whether it’s, physical, verbal, or a little bit of both — and absolute reassurance

• If Stolitz were together and one was seriously hurt (either physically — in most cases — or mentally). The other in question would avenge and kill on his boyfriend’s behalf for mistreatment

* Then again… that could easily happen as well — from the intensity of their love for one another — could also result in the most earth shattering sex of their life from being reunited once again

(It depends how badly — most likely the case Blitz; if the assassination went wrong and was confiscated of his weapons etc — would be abused and if there was any affecting PTSD (etc) attached)

• If Stolas is having a shit day (particularly if involved with Stella and her verbal abuse towards him) then Blitz can always back it up with some loving encouragements

ie:

Negative (Stella):

“You’re a pathetic excuse of a ex-husband of mine.”

Positive (Blitz):

“You’re the best husband ever. I love you so much… and you’re a great dad.”

• No one knows Blitz better than Stolas when it comes to sexually pleasing him (it’s from all the transactional fucking they’ve been doing for “practice” 😈)

Few things they have in common:

* Both dads to their respective daughters (Octavia & Loona)

* Both have dysfunctional dads who had neglected Stolas and Blitz as as children

* Cash did one step worse than Paimon; he actually sold his own son to the Goetia family in exchange for $5 and a condom

* Both enjoy the sex side of things and are sexually compatible together (clearly one-sided — on Blitz’s part ; since he thinks Stolas just views him as a “plaything” — at the moment )

* Both OTT (over the top) when it comes to their daughters safety (etc); since it’s their first child

• Both had / have romantic dysfunctional relationships

* Blitz = Verosika (ex-girlfriend) & Stolas (to a point)

Striker (attraction)

* Stolas = Stella (inevitable; forthcoming; ex-wife) & Blitz

Theory Time:

I think the type of relationship Stolas and Blitz will have (if they DO get together; which I think they will — according to Vizie — I mean most protagonists do anyways) is the one that was foreshadowed in 2x02 “Seeing Stars” where it’s kind of that back and forth playful banter

I mean as we can see Stolas had come a long way since in S1 and that he had stood up for himself with not only Stella but also Blitz as well; whereas in the previous season he’d just let them walk all over him and let himself be bullied

[deyasworld]

Deedark heacanons?

I loved the ones you made a while back and was wondering if you had more!

Awww! Thank you, you’re very sweet! 😊💕

Sure! Let me remember them.

• I used to headcanon that Dee Dee snores, but when rewatching the show I noticed that Mandark is the one that Canonically snores, and they usually write Dee Dee as a silent sleeper. Now that I think about it, it might make sense, since he has a very narrow neck lolllll Edit: I forgot to mention that Mandark canonically Talks In His Sleep!!!!

• I also used to headcanon that Dee Dee is an early bird and that she sleeps early, and that Mandark was the night owl, but now that I think about the kinds of jobs they have, maybe their sleeping schedules should be the other way around 😆. I mean, ballet studios tend to be an after school activity, meaning that she would be working in the afternoons, and he runs a laboratory, so his office hours would be from 8 AM to 5 PM, but he stays up late working extra hours. I like to think their sleeping schedules sync because of it.

• They live together by 23, but have probably been roommates since before. I don’t know why I’m fixated on 23, I came up with this when I was 19, and 23 sounded like a very exciting age at the time. I’m turning 31 in June, and giving this some thought it still feels like a good age! It’s a challenging time for many, there’s so much societal pressure to get your shit together after college, but you still want to enjoy life ““before 25””, so it would be very nice if they’re together through it.

• They probably don’t marry until 25 though, because it feels like a “serious” age to them, but mostly because I want them to still call each other boyfriend and girlfriend for a while ( and Fiancé for a while too lolll ). Although 25 is still young! Don’t hurry things just because that age sounds scary 💝 People will think you’re 21 at 30, and 16 at 21. There’s always time; take things slow. ( I’m only keeping the headcanons because they feel lived in ).

• For Dee Dee’s job, I like to think she joined a ballet company, so in her early adulthood she’s doing a lot of performances. She gets the instructor job later, to get a steady paycheck. She begins to suffer muscle pains because she’s not 10 anymore, so I like to imagine that Mandark helps monitoring her muscle health and he’s Very serious about it, I’m talking massages, 3D diagrams they update every week, keeps a journal and plans a diet for her. At some point she retires from the performances and dedicates herself to be an instructor, but she returns to the stage every other year. Edit: I’ve been following ballerinas on social media and watching documentaries to learn about their life styles, so I think she’ll be healthy for a very long time. Mandark is still concerned about her health though.

• I have several AUs for these two, but most of my headcanons for them are in the FusionFall verse. I really really like that Universe! It inspires me a lot. I should illustrate some headcanons someday. If you want to hear any FF specific headcanons, let me know!

• From their personalities in canon, I like to think they’re both very clingy, in particular Mandark. He’s very needy, needs lots of validation and has tendencies of low self-esteem, and she’s too cuddly, she’ll walk in on you when you’re busy to shower you with attention. I think it makes them perfect for each other; they’re both smothering with affection, and it makes them natural outlets. They probably tire each other sometimes, but they’re back at it again afterwards.

Thanks for the ask! Hope these work for you! 🫶💖💕

Have some Milk and Mocha, they’re my go-to DeeDark mascots 🐻‍❄️🐻

[stellaluna33]

I know this isn't anything that hasn't been said before, but I just cannot get over the way there was so much hand-wringing on the show about Jess "getting Rory into trouble" and "being a bad influence" on her, and he ended up actively influencing her behavior (in a negative way) the LEAST of any of her boyfriends? 😆 Like, yeah, there were things about their relationship that were hard, and Rory DID end up hurt and heartbroken because of some of Jess's "issues" (as Lorelai called them), but absolutely NONE of that had ANYTHING to to with Jess talking her into doing anything, which was the main focus of all the worrying! It's just so funny to me! Like, let's look at the list of things that Jess tried to "peer pressure" Rory into doing: he coaxed her into going to get ice cream cones when he was supposed to be studying? (Which Lorelai did herself in Season 1) And it didn't end well, but literally because an animal ran into the road. Let's see... He encouraged her to buy a record for her mom as a graduation present? THAT'S pretty nefarious... He tried to convince her to stay out longer and make out some more while they were dating? She said no! And dutifully went home! He asked to leave the party early? She said no! He asked her to run away with him! She said No! The ONLY things he "influenced" her to do were: to go back to Yale and make up with her mom, and to write a book about her relationship with her mom. What a "bad influence," huh? Like, I'm not trying to paint him as faultless AT ALL, but he ended up being the LEAST likely to "convince Rory to do stuff she wouldn't otherwise have done." Like, he wasn't the one convincing Rory that it's totally ok to sleep with him because his wife is totally on-board with getting divorced, or convincing Rory to "do something bad for you" and jump off something, or helping her commit a literal felony! It's just, kind of hilarious to me!

[crossstitchbossbitch-blog]

When the adhd and morning wanderlust brain takes you on a motivational journey to passive-aggressively spur ur boyfriend of over 7 years into doing more housework outside of just cooking tea...

I am a shitty terribly organised person who can't tidy for love nor money. The "out of sight, out of mind" phenomenon deeply impacts how I operate, and I will put things in a place that feels logical to me at the time... until I am back in that same headspace, I won't think about where I put the thing. Add to this how frequently I'm rushing because I'm late, or how often the fascination with an item or activity simply ends, and you get serious chaos.

I have little areas in the house that look like Howl's room 😆

So being a bitch and doing a list or task chart is severely hypocritical but that's what the brain decided to do this morning. Ah fuck.

[beyourownanchor6]

Weekend WIP Game

Tagged by @wikiangela @thewolvesof1998

Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more)

WIP List:

active (mostly) wips

—murder!boyfriends

—chris doesn't come back au

—baseball au 2.0

—prision!buddie

other wips that are in the abandoned wips folder...maybe i'll return to them one day...

—author!buck

—insurgent au

—platonic fwb

—fwb buck 1.0.2 au

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?

—chris doesn't come back au (a little shy of 14k)

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest?

—probably chris doesn't come back au. i've barely gotten into things and am already at almost 14k 💀

4. Which WIP is your favorite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?

—hmm i'm actually having so much fun writing the murder!boyfriends au! i just love making them unhinged 😈

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?

—probably the murder!boyfriends, just bc it is so dark, and i don't want people to hate it. idk i'm afraid i won't be able to pull it off 😩

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

—the author!buck one. it was just a silly little idea, but writing all the smutty parts for it became kind of intimidating and i ended up hating it and throwing it to the side. i haven't looked back since

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why?

—i've never used a beta reader tbh. i usually just send my friends snippets or things for vibe checks!

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block?

—see above the abandon wips, or any of the ones you haven't seen me posting about lately 🥲

9. Which WIP has your favorite OC? Tell us about them?

—i don't have any OC atm, but i would love to play with that in the future!

10. Which WIP is the sexiest?

—hmm probably the author!au from what i remember or murder!boyfriends just bc i think them being covered in blood and stabbing ppl is sexy 🙊

11. Which WIP is the angstiest?

—chris doesn't come back au. its a pretty heavy one. i love all the threats i get whenever i post a new snippet 😆

12. Which WIP has the best characterization (in your humble opinion)?

—hmmm maybe the chris doesn't come back au? i've had to really deep dive into both their heads for this one

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?

—chris doesn't come back au bc tsunami episodes my most beloved, but also murder!boyfriends, bc the dark settings are so fun to conjure up!

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?

—chris doesn't come back au. it's the one i've put the most time and effort into as of late. she's been in my ideas for forever and has a special place in my heart <33

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why?

—chris doesn't come back au, mainly for the reason above. she's my babygirl, ok 🥹

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

—mm not that i can specifically think of or remember, but i'm sure i have at some point!

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that that your other fics don't?

—murder!boyfriends is definitely darker than anything i've done before

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humor?

—author!buck is the only one that comes to mind

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process?

—not currently. i've played around a little with that in the past though. it's always fun diving into others heads!

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs

—i do have a secret wip not listed anywhere above 👀

tagging: @loserdiaz @redlightsandicedtea @honestlydarkprincess @monsterrae1 @onward--upward @barbiediaz @spotsandsocks @buddierights @eddiebabygirldiaz @elvensorceress @witchesdiaz @jacksadventuresinwriting @wh0re-behavi0r @spaceprincessem @wildlife4life @daffi-990 @hippolotamus @giddyupbuck @disasterbuckdiaz

[skz-streamer]

A Lost Cause- Teaser (RELEASED!!!)

hi hiiiiiii!!!...This is my FIRST fic!!! (I'm really excited if u cant tell 😆)

Pairing: Felix (skz) x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, slight smut?

Warnings: mentions of suicide, scarred wrist, pain, car crash, PTSD, abusive/toxic boyfriend, substances, abuse, bruising, crying, um... lmk if I missed anything else❤️

Notes: This is just a teaser!!! things that are in the genre and warnings part might not be in the teaser...be patient 😘. Will fully release the fic on Wednesday :) Btw the two passages are NOT connected, just couldn't decide what part to spoil🤭

Word count: 736 ;)

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With your body aching from both the emotional turmoil and the relentless hangover, you decide that today is not a day for work. You grab your phone and dial your boss's number, your voice is shaky as you apologize for your absence, blaming it on a sudden illness. They understand, giving you the day off to recuperate.

Now fully committed to nursing your fragile state, you make your way to the store to purchase some much-needed medication. The fluorescent lights and aisles filled with remedies overwhelm your sensitive senses, intensifying the pounding in your head. As you wander the aisles, searching for relief, you hear a voice—a deep, resonant voice that inexplicably soothes your weary soul.

Your heart skips a beat as you turn toward the source of the familiar voice. Standing there is a well-built man, his features etched with kindness. His eyes meet yours, and a strange sense of recognition washes over you. It's as if you've heard that voice before, offering comfort and understanding during your darkest hours.

Though hesitant, you find yourself drawn to him, compelled by the compassionate energy that radiates from his being.

You stand there, face to face with the man who seems oddly familiar, although your pounding headache and heavy hangover make it difficult to focus. He recognizes you from last night at the bar and greets you with a friendly hello, offering his assistance. Your throat feels dry, and you manage to mumble out a reply, grateful for his unexpected kindness.

His presence is a small relief as you navigate the store, desperately searching for the medications you need to alleviate the physical and emotional pain that seems to follow you relentlessly. He patiently helps you locate the items and hands them to you with a gentle smile. At that moment, he catches sight of the scars on your wrist, remnants of your battles with attempted suicide. His smile remains, trying his best not to make you uncomfortable, though you're oblivious to his concern.

As he leaves the store, his smile lingers, a glimmer of empathy and understanding in his eyes. You, lost in your thoughts, barely register his departure. Your mind is consumed by the familiarity he exudes, the feeling that you've encountered him somewhere before. Yet, the pounding in your head and the haze in your mind prevent you from making any meaningful connection.

..................

As you step outside, the world buzzes with activity, seemingly unaware of the storm within you. You put on a brave face, determined not to let anyone see your pain. With each step toward your car, you take a deep breath, reminding yourself that you can make it through this day, just like you've made it through countless others.

You grip the steering wheel tightly, your knuckles turning white as you navigate the familiar streets on your way to work. The radio plays a cheerful tune, but it does little to lift your heavy heart. The weight of sadness settles upon you, threatening to consume your thoughts.

Blinking away the tears forming in your eyes, you try to focus on the road ahead. This is a new beginning, a fresh chapter in your life. Reminding yourself of the toxicity and abuse that your ex-boyfriend subjected you to, you know deep down that leaving him was the right decision. He didn't truly love you, despite the pain it brings to acknowledge that fact.

But instead of finding solace in your newfound freedom, the realization only amplifies your emotions. The tears blur your vision, making it difficult to see the path ahead clearly. And in that moment, as sadness engulfs you, disaster strikes.

With a jolt, you run over a cone on the road, and time seems to slow down. Panic floods your veins as you lose control of the car, swerving dangerously into the neighboring lanes. The sickening sound of metal colliding with metal fills the air as you crash into a nearby truck.

In that instant, everything freezes. It's not the physical pain that holds you captive, but rather the rush of emotions flooding back into your mind. The sharp agony in your chest reminds you of the scars left by your ex's abuse. The haunting memories of his hits and torment resurface, intensifying the pain you feel now.

Darkness creeps in, threatening to engulf your consciousness. Amidst the chaos, a symphony of horns suddenly adds to your already brewing pain. As you lay there, eyes tightly shut, a soft voice breaks through, gentle and soothing like a beam of sunlight. It stirs something deep within you, a flicker of hope.

:) No moreeeee!!!!!