#dream yor body

[olivianyx]

GET YOUR DREAM LIFE: A CHALLENGE

Welcome to this challenge, babygirls and babyboys 🗣️🗣️🗣️

So are you ready to manifest everything you desired in April? Then start up rn!

I'll show you 5 important, simple steps you can use to manifest your dream life!

This challenge will be done for 30 days throughout April. At the end of this month, the results are guaranteed!

You might be wondering if its gonna be hard... Buuuut! The steps are super duper simple, just follow them!

THE STEPS:

🤍 MENTAL DIET 🤍

Y'all heard it right, maintain a strict mental diet, like literally stop wavering! Stop focusing on things you don't want! Don't accept things you don't want! It's that simple. Only focus on positive and favourable thoughts.

Your mornings should go like, 'uhh it's such a beautiful day. It's gonna be amazing day as always. But it's gonna be fun today! I literally love this life, it's freaking amazing, I literally don't know how to thank myself for this. The fact that I'm the ultimate creator is soo mind blowing for me even though I've always been for my entire life. I'm literally thankful for everything! My life's being too perfect and I get what I want everytime, everything's in my favour always. I literally look soo amazing in every outfit I wear, it's such a slay everyday. Uhh I'm soo lucky to have what I want. Literally my self concept is supreme' and blah blah blah. You can add whatever you want further lol.

So like literally throughout the day steady yourself in this mindset. If you catch yourself wavering, be like *sike there ain't no chance bitch* come back on track! Catch yourself waver ---> stop ---> drop ---> flip it into something positive or favourable.

Literally robotic affirming is the only way you can keep your thoughts in check. So go bestie! Keep your head high, keep a check on those thoughts inside your pretty/handsome head 😩 keep slaying everyday ✨

🤍 ROBOTIC AFFIRMING 🤍

Keep affirming babygirls and babyboys! Like literally don't even stop (unless you're doing smth important, then stop affirming for a while lol) y'all got your dream lives already 💅 so why y'all telling yourself that you don't?? Well y'all do have it, so tell yourself the ULTIMATE FACT that you have your dream lives already 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ tell yourself whenever you're free, like even doing your daily chores such as taking a shit or shower, or brushing your teeth, eating, scrolling through the phone, or walking, waiting in a queue (I'd never wait in a queue... Cus I don't go to places with long ass annoying queues 😭) or listening to music or watching TV, doing the dishes or doing self care (I love my babygirls and babyboys taking care of themselves like there's no tomorrow 😩✋🏻I'mma give y'all a nice smooch 😚) just do it my babies! It's the ultimate way to get (which you already have it) your dream lives! So get tf up babies! 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

🤍 LIVING IN THE END 🤍

This step shouldn't be missed at all babies! So focus on the end! Focus on having it! Focus on thinking from the end! Like you already are living yor dream lives, you have that car you wanted cus you already drive it everyday! You have that sp that loves you till death, that spoils you with their love, money, and what not?! You have that house you've been dreaming of! No, I mean living! You're living in that house already! It's yours my love! You got that perfect sculptured summer body ody that the normal human beings are jealous?? Like you have that body effortlessly 😩✋🏻 FOCUS ON HAVING IT BITCHES 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

🤍 USING SLEEP TO YOUR ADVANTAGE! 🤍

Listen here, my babygirls and babyboys! You sleep 7 to 8 hours a day, and sleep, according to medicals, is a state of complete rest. That means you're not aware of your surroundings. You're just being a black, quiet, space like floaty state (the void actually) so things are easier to manifest Instantly in this state! So why not do psych k or sats or the lullaby method before bed and after you wake up my loves?? It's so much more effective that what you do in the day time! Trust me! Go prepare yourself well for the bed babies 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

🤍 PERSISTENCE 🤍

Since you already affirming that you have your dream lives, you have it already! But you can begin to doubt that why is it not in the 3d... BITCH DON'T EVEN THINK LIKE THAT. Be like 'bitch wtf my life literally feels like a dream come true moment everyday 😭😭 like I'm literally living the life I wanted, I already am experiencing it wtf are you talking about' like literally GASLIGHT YOURSELF INTO THINKING LIKE THAT (cus you already have your dream life) like literally decide that you already have! Hold onto the new story no matter what! 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

So ig I've told you what you needed to do... So all you gotta do is follow the fucking steps babies 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

Okay, take care, love y'all babies! Byeee

- olivia 🤍

[cultven]

hii i love reading yor fics sososo much T_T<333

I'd like to request a fic where Logan dreams that he hurts the reader, almost killing them. The reader notices that he's having a nightmare and wakes him up, he's disoriented and in panic, but when he realized what just happened he is incredibly relieved to see that reader is ok and alive. Maybe he even breaks down and cries, which really shocks the reader cuz they arent used to seeing Logan like this 🥺 Then the reader comforts him and takes care of him until he's back asleep.

As It Should Be

Wolverine X Reader

Content: Comfort, crying, poor Logan cannot catch a break, but you're there to dig him out of his sadness hole, he loves you a lot, lots of fluff while comforting him

Word Count: 1.39k

Warnings: Some graphic violence during the nightmare segment

a/n: Thank you for the kind words! This one honestly got a little graphic in terms of gore, but nothing too bad, so hopefully that’s ok! This was fun to write, enjoy!

No. What had he done? 

Logan stood in a pile of debris and rubble, his white tank top and jeans now caked in blood that wasn’t his. Claws refusing to retract, Logan felt utterly hopeless against his own body. His actions weren’t his own as he trudged towards the only person left alive; you. You were scared, that much was clear by your facial expression and hasty movements to crawl backward away from the mutant. 

“Logan… this isn’t you, please.” You plead, eyes darting around the scene to find help, anyone that is still alive or conscious. All you could take in was the decimated mansion and the mauled corpses of your loved ones. What had taken over Logan? Why did he destroy the very things he risked his life for countless times? 

As Logan looked into your frightened eyes his heart clenched, knowing what was coming next. He just wishes he could stop it. Watching himself tear through his other family hurt like hell, but having to watch you die he didn’t think he could bear it. You were his entire world, the only thing that could ground him when he fell down the pits of self-destruction. He would forever kill himself before harming you. But this version of himself had other plans. 

He trudged over, claws glistening in the light of fire around them. “No, no no no…” You chant, still trying to escape the man but your legs are rendered useless due to your paralyzing fear. With one swift movement, Logan begins to tear through flesh and muscle, watching in horror as his hands mutilate his love against his will. You could do nothing but lay there, screaming in pain, your mutant ability keeping you alive for longer than you wanted to be. Logan wished he was the one being gutted. In a way, he was. Anyone else, anyone but you deserved his wrath. 

Tears clung tightly to his eyes as his hand retracted from your body, lining up for the final shot to the head. As the blade commences its soar towards your skull, Logan jolts up from a lying position and hastily takes in his surroundings. It was dark, he was under a blanket of sorts, and oh, he was in your bedroom. Had it only been a nightmare? No, it was far too cruel and realistic to have been. Even Logan’s mind wasn’t so callous to make him live through such a horror. So then, it must have been real? Logan begins to hyperventilate, raising his hands to eye level. His claws were away, and his rough skin was clean of blood. But, as he blinked, grotesque images flashed through his mind. Sick crimson blood, your blood, begins to stain his hands, drying in a disgusting reddish-brown. He immediately jumped out of bed, went into the ensuite bathroom, and scrubbed his hands raw. 

“No, no no no.” He chanted under his breath as he tried to scrape off the non-existent material. The cold water was not enough to ground him back to reality, Logan eventually gave up and put him back to the skin, sliding down towards the floor to cradle his head in his hands. Thanks to the sound of the water running in the bathroom and Logan’s hard footsteps, you eventually stir awake. At first, nothing seemed wrong, maybe he just had to use the bathroom. But after the sound of continuous water for five minutes you grew increasingly concerned. Deciding to confront the man you carefully walk up to the bathroom door and gently knock three times, not to startle him during whatever he’s doing. 

“Lo?” It was only one syllable, but your sweet voice saying his nickname out loud was enough to send Logan scrambling. The door eagerly burst open, and when it did the sight you were met with shocked your heart. There was Logan on the ground, clearly disheveled, eyes bloodshot and teary. “Oh baby, what happened?” You coo, going to take a step forward but immediately retreating seeing Logan flinch. 

“You’re- you’re real, right?” Logan tentatively asks, sounding scared. Of course, you were real, why wouldn’t you be?” 

“Yes, love.” You stay put in your place. You didn’t want to upset him further.

“No… I ripped you apart. You died by my hands.” You resist the urge to outwardly exclaim how ridiculous he sounded before realizing he more than likely had a nightmare. Logan was prone to bad dreams, but none ever shook him quite as much as this. The only good thing that came out of the consistent night terrors was that you now knew how to soothe him in times like these. 

“I’m right here my love. I’m not hurt. See? I’m perfectly okay.” Your voice stays calm and soothing, not wanting to startle him further. “Touch my hand. Feel my skin. I am right here.” Usually, the sensation of touch grounded him from this distressed state, but this time he seemed hesitant to even look in your direction. 

“I can’t. I might hurt you again.” Logan looked so small and it broke you. He was huddled into himself, still looking at you untrusting. The thought of himself harming you any further plagued his mind, twisting his stomach and making him want to vomit. You were his world, his everything. He curses his body for the immortality that was bestowed upon him because if anything happens to you he wants to follow right behind. 

Realizing you may seem intimidating due to the fact you’re standing tall over his curled-up body you lower yourself and sit criss-cross applesauce across from him. Putting your hand out in between your two bodies you silently sit there, waiting for Logan to take this at his own pace. After a few minutes, Logan seems calm enough to touch your hand. Fingertips only brush at first, then a loose handhold, then a firm grasp on each other. Before either of you knew it you were fully embracing, Logan nuzzling his head into your neck. He needed to take you in every sense, to prove this was real. His nose took in your intoxicating perfume, his hands gripped your curves, his ears heard your soft breaths release from your mouth, and when he pulled back his eyes took in the sight of you. You were as stunning as always even with your messy hair and tired eyes. You were real, you were here, and you were his. 

Seeing as your boyfriend has calmed down you decided to relocate to a more comfortable area. “Let’s get off this gross floor, okay love? Let’s go to bed.” You whisper, carefully tugging him along to your shared bed. Once you two got settled down you were instantly back in his strong arms, protecting you from the rest of the world. You thought all was said and done for the night until Logan spoke up. 

“You were so scared. I made you scared.” He hated seeing you that way. It hurt him. What hurt worse was that he was the cause of it. He now understands it wasn’t real, but your expression was so gut-wrenching he couldn’t shake it off. 

“Logan I know you would never hurt me on purpose.” You reassured him. “Except maybe when you squeeze me to death with your bear hugs.” Logan chuckled a little bit, your humor always lightens the mood. You lay in silence for a bit, almost dozing off until you hear a voice next to you. 

“Thank you for dealing with me.” You smile, leaning over and kissing the man gingerly on the cheek. 

“It’s what I signed up for my love. Besides, you could never be a bother to me.” He smiles back, a rare sight to anyone but yourself. “I love you, Logan.”

“I love you too.” With that resignation you two cuddle, arms and legs entangled with one another’s. Eventually, Logan is lulled back to sleep while listening to the steady beat of your heart. Instead of another nightmare, he is met with a blissful dream of the two of you living together on a mountain, away from all the violence and harm the world holds. Just as it should be. 

[darlingdreadwrites]

Still and Breathless

pairing: Ticci Toby x Final Girl!Reader

part: 1, 2

summary: Having escaped from Toby the first time, you decide to go back to the woods. You know this is a stupid decision, but something has pulled you back. Toby is more than ecstatic, and equally confused. He gave you a chance to leave, to keep your life. He thinks one more chase would keep you safely away, but your body thinks otherwise.

contains: getting chased by toby (again), slight pov switches, flashback, kissing

warning: logic has gone out the window

word count: 2.6k

masterlist

a.n: naming part 2 something else because ticci toby x final girl!reader part 2 looks ugly LOL im finally done with part 2, sorry for the wait. im making it up with a kiss! this took so long im so sorry.

The ride back to the woods was deafeningly silent, apart from the engine’s low hum. You were punishing yourself with it, or maybe allowing the silence to give you a chance to change your mind. You let out another shaky breath as you kept your eyes on the road. You shift and the leather seat creaks, remind you that this isn’t a dream – you’re doing this. Yor grip on the steering wheel tightens more than it should. Your nails dig into the soft groves, knuckles white from the force. Your gaze flickers to the rearview mirror for the millionth time and, yes, it’s still there. The hatchet – his hatchet – is resting on the backseat. The sunlight causes the spots where it’s not caked in mud and aged blood to glint at you. It’s as if it’s winking, mockingly remind you that what you were doing was completely, undeniable fucking insane.

Who drives around with their almost-killer’s weapon?

But you were even worse, it seems.

You were driving with it to him. What was your plan? To give it back to him? You tried to tell yourself it was for revenge – to finish what you should’ve done that night. But who were you kidding? A disgusting part of you you didn’t understand yet wanted to see him.

“This is crazy,” you mutter, shaking your head – and the memories – away. The woods, the blood, the house, the bathroom, his eyes – wide, crazy, and… adoring. You were sure that’s what it was – adoration. You’ve had a lot of time to think about it. You’ve never been looked at like that before. It was clear you were still prey to him, but in the way that he’d kill you and devour you with reverence. Your jaw tightens.

The woods around you grow denser, your apprehension mixing with a strange thrill. You shouldn’t have gone to a party so close to the woods at night. They’ve always freaked you out, so why did you? It must’ve been the same impulse that pulled you to mechanically walk deeper into the swallowing edge of the forest. You should’ve called the cops when you escaped out of that house.

Your heavy, erratic breaths made your head feel lighter than it should. It hurt to breathe at that point, the weight of the hatchet made your arm ache. Your hand shook as fingers wrapped around the splintered wood, but you gripped the weapon. Your attacker was sprawled out in the tub, eyes half-lidded and dazed. You managed to hold the hatchet with both hands, then.

“If you move,” you managed, your voice a trembling murmur, “I will chop your dick off.”

The threat felt ridiculous as it fell out of your mouth, but you meant it. God, you meant it.

He didn’t react, he just kept watching you. You didn’t know why, and it pissed you off greatly. He had the energy and time to chase you and hurt you, but he couldn’t even give you this one thing? He whispered something, but you couldn’t make it over the pounding in your ears. Anger bubbled in your chest, and you had the courage to speak up again.

“Did you hear me?” you snapped, raising the hatchet.

This time, he slowly nodded before a tic caused his neck to twist. He let his head fall back against the tub, still watching you. You stumbled back with shaky legs, determined to get out before he changed his mind. You mumbled an “okay” as your back hit the doorframe. Readjusting your way, you started to run.

The gravel crunches under your wheels as you roll to a stop, the sound fading into the quiet of the forest around you. You turn off the engine and let your hands linger on the steering wheel, staring straight ahead. There was one other car here, an old blue sedan with tinted windows. You look in the rearview mirror again before twisting in your seat to face it head-on. You didn’t want to touch it, but your hand moved anyway, getting hold of the hatchet’s neck. It was a familiar surface now, the feeling of worn wood. It shouldn’t have been. A voice in your head whispers, urging you to think again and head back home. But you were tired of constantly thinking about that night – you wanted to end whatever had started.

The woods seemed to have known you would be back, it was quiet, dense, and dark. The trees stretched endlessly in all directions. You had been walking for a few minutes, the crunch of leaves eliciting a memory in you. You paused for no particular reason other than to take in the cool air. Your beaths were shallow, a pulse hammering in your ears as you just stand there. The hatchet hangs limply at your side, and you begin to regret everything. I’m not being brave, you told yourself, I’m being stupid.

Something sharp snaps behind you – a twig. You freeze, making your grip firm on the hatchet. Your head turns slowly, heart racing as your eyes scan the trees for any sign of –

Him. You see him.

He was standing just a few feet away, just past where the light faded into shadow – just off the path. You would have missed him if it wasn’t for the way his shoulder twitches. The sight was jarring, he was so out of place and yet perfectly at home among the trees. He doesn’t move, he just watches you. Instead of the mask he had worn that night, his mouth was now covered by a black bandanna. The narrow stream of sunlight caught on the orange lenses of his goggles, perched atop of his curly brown hair. His hands were loosely at his sides, but you could just make out the twitch of his fingers – a subtle, restless energy that matched the slight tilting of his head as he looks at you.

Your heart pounds, every muscle in your body screaming at you to run away as fast as you can. But you can’t – not yet.

Not yet?

As if it were possible, the forest grew quieter around you.

Toby didn’t think in all his life that he would ever see you again. He had replayed the last encounter so many times in his mind that it felt like a fever dream. There was no way he let you escape – to let you live and risk revealing his actions to the world. But here you were, standing there like something out of a story he didn’t deserve to read twice. His breath hitches, eyes shutting tightly involuntarily. You weren’t supposed to be here. But you were, and it didn’t matter why – here you were. And, yup, he was still obsessed with you.

You really are something, aren’t you?

He moves slowly toward you, stepping out of the shadows as if he were approaching a skittish animal. This whole thing was surreal. Even the soft crunching of the ground beneath his boots sound fake. His limbs buzz with a nervous energy, and he clenches and unclenches his fists. He needed to steady himself; he can’t take this moment for granted – if it was real. As his eyes dart down and around you, drinking you in again. You stood there with the same defiance he had missed, your fingers tightened around his hatchet. You held it like it was yours. You certainly earned it.

You came back, he thought to himself. After everything I did to you. You came back. To me.

Every inch of him twitches with a need to reach out and touch you – to make sure this was real. He stops just a few paces away, waiting for you to do something first.

You felt as if you had stopped breathing the second he stopped in front of you. You didn’t know what he was feeling behind the bandanna, so you wouldn’t let him find out any of the emotions that swirled around your head. Your eyes glance down at the hatchet on his hip, making you tighten your grip on yours. He whistles, but you are used to his tics by this point. You didn’t know if he would hurt you, he wasn’t making whatever he could–would–do clear. You were just glad to have a weapon this time.

Your heart pounds in your chest, and you swear he could hear it. You think back to that night, his unpredictability. He’d slow down, waiting for you to do something, before exploding into violence with no remorse. But he stopped in that bathroom. You were so sure that you were going to die that night. He easily could have.

What the hell is wrong with you?

If you made it out again, maybe you would have the answer.

He moves closer, and your pulse quickens. This isn’t one of the dreams you have had recently, you are in the same woods. You drove here and looked for him. What did you want from him?

Your eyes meet his again, and something inside of you snaps.

You don’t wait for him to make the first move. Your legs start all on their own, darting in a random direction in the woods. The same adrenaline that drove you that night was surging through you now. Branches whip at your arms and legs, your heartbeat in your ears. You don’t look back. You knew he was coming.

The wind sung in your ears with every wide step you took. Twigs snap, leaves crunch, and it was considerably harder to do this while holding a hatchet. You still don’t know why you decided to run, it’s not like you were heading to the safety of your car. It was just thrilling; you got a strange high from it. The distant thump and rhythm of his pursuit pushes you on because you’d be pretty pissed at yourself if you let him win this time. Imagine surviving the attack of a serial killer, only to come back to him willingly and lose. That would be devastatingly embarrassing.

“Y-you’re slow tod-today,” he taunts from behind you, cutting through the silent concentration.

You didn’t answer. Your lungs burn, and you weren’t sure if anything that came out would be coherent. You dare to glance over your shoulder, seeing him closer than before. You refuse to let that scare you, though. You beat him once before.

He was playing with you.

You hear a laugh echoing between the trees behind you. He’s going to try and pop out beside you, you realize. You prepare, holding the hatchet closer to you as you duck under a low branch. Just as you thought – there he was.

“Tired?” he sang, coming from somewhere to your left.

But you were already veering to the right instinctively. The unrelenting aggression from when you first met wasn’t there anymore. You could tell by the way he kept laughing and taunting you. He wasn’t trying to catch you – not really. This was just a game to him, just how you thought it was when you “won” last time. The rush you got from “winning” against a serial killer – you want that again.

The forest floor gave away and your view of the world tilts – fast. You both hit the floor with a thud, your bodies a tangling mess of limbs. The air was forced out of your lungs in a sharp gasp, but you move quickly.

Toby scrambles under you for a second, but you’re faster. You press your knee into his chest, pinning him down and wrestling the hatchet into position. Gripping the handle with both hands, you press it sideways against his neck. You knew he had an uncanny way of not feeling pain, but you were sure he could feel his breathing constricted.

You shift your knee, digging it into the dirt beside him. You lean over him, just enough to hear the slight hitch of his breath behind the bandanna. For another moment, neither of you move. The forest fell into silence again. His goggles were one movement from sliding off of the disheveled mess of his hair. Wild eyes flick up to meet yours, and you silently dare him to try anything.

Toby’s body betrays him almost immediately. They start small – his tics make him shut his eyes tight, his shoulder twitching against the ground. Each movement was maddening and uncontrollable, and he hates how vulnerable the tics make him look – how vulnerable he feels under you.

The sharp, rapid jerking of his head causes the bandanna tied around his face to loosen. He can feel the knot undoing itself, the fabric sliding upward and partially covering his eyes. He let out a low, frustrated growl. He tries moving his chin downward, trying to shake it back into place, but it was too late. With another involuntary neck twitch to the left, he stiffens at the realization - that side of his face was now visible. And he could only make out part of your forehead, obscuring any reaction you could’ve had right now.

His lips twitch into a grimace, the scarred corner pulling awkwardly. A cold sense of dread forms a tightening knot in his stomach as the silence drags on. He knows you’re looking at it – you’re eating up every detail, probably disgusted.

Don’t look at it, he pleads, don’t stare.

The old wound throbs faintly, not from any type of pain… but from a distant memory he could never seem to grasp. His jaw clenches and his grip on the hatchet tightens, fingers brushing against yours. He can feel you trembling from the remaining adrenaline in your body. He hates how much he wants you to look away and how much he doesn’t. It was a maddening thrill to be so close to you, but he was sure he would never see you again after this.

The sounds of your breathing silenced all the sounds of the world around both of you. The tension between you was unbearably suffocating – as if it was you with the wooden handle pressed against your neck. Something, you didn’t know what, was threatening to snap. You didn’t know what you were thinking – if you were thinking.

You lean down, your lips crashing against his in a kiss that was as brief as it was forceful. It was like a car crash – a collision charged with adrenaline and defiance. You were taking and claiming your victory, proving once again that you could overpower him. There was a weakness in him, and you were proud to hold that title.

Your heart beats violently in your chest as you pull back. You can’t make out the emotions in his eyes, but by the way his lips part makes it clear – he’s just as shocked as you were, if not more.

This time, you were sure some kind of demon was possessing you. The kiss was slower this time, a curiosity driving you now. His lips are chapped, but not entirely unpleasant. You can feel the vibration of his grunt as the handle of the hatchet stays pressed to his neck. This isn’t enough, you think. It wasn’t enough to satiate the myriads of confusing emotions thrashing inside of you. But just as you let your lips part – just as the tip of your tongue touches his – you snap back into attention.

You sit up, still on his stomach and keeping him in place with his hatchet. It all seems to come back rushing at once – the wind in the trees, the chirping of birds. Your face burns as you stare down at him. He doesn’t say a word - you were getting tired of this.

Then, slowly, his lips curled into a crooked grin. The bandanna is still bunched up awkwardly over his eyes. He swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, as if not wanting to taste anything left of the kiss. You don’t know what any of this means – what twisted bond you just solidified. All you knew was that the air felt heavier than anything you’d ever experienced before.

[matherofdragons]

Translating all Endo's comments from the SxF movie booklet part 1

Q1: Do you prefer black coffee like Loid or do you like straight black tea?

A: Straight style. Milk is only added when your stomach hurts

Q2: How does Loid spends his holidays?

A: He doesn't have holidays.

Q3: How does Loid appear bigger, or rather how does he changes his body shape?

A:"Nightfall" essentially follows "Twilight" that's why I chose it

A: In simpleton terms, make up and costume skills. They can create an optical illusion. For example stuffing cotton in your mouth and clothes to make them look bigger. If you the time and information you can apply special make-up to your body.

Q4: About Fiona's code name Nightfall

Q5: Tell me about Loid's recent worries

A: He's always worried about everything and trying to think of the best choice.

Q6: Can you speak any foreign language?

A: Once you have learned enough, you will be able to speak most of the languages required for your mission.

Q7: What vehicles can Loid operate?

A: Once you have learned enough, you will be able to drive most of the vehicles required for any mission.

Q8: Anya has no interest in clothes, but I would like to ask who chooses her outfits

A: MAINLY LOID! In order to maintain the image of a daughter from a a good family in front of the neighbours and avoid suspicion from them, elegant clothes are chosen. But Anya doesn't know that and gets them dirty quickly.

Q9: What's the of the Robot?

A: Mr. Robot

Q10: What's Anya's dream for the future?

A: What I say changes every day. (It's not set in stone)

Q11: What does Yor usually have for lunch?

A: She goes to the cafeteria in the City hall, or goes to eat nearby.

Sometimes she has Loid make her a lunch box. (It's hard to eat lunch because Camilla and Milly stare at her)

Q12: What does Yor think of her own cooking? Does she like it?

A: I don't think she finds it delicious. I am in a state where I don't know the correct answer..

Q13: Has Yor partaken in any cooking challenge?

A: Cracking the egg shelves clearly (as in clean crack? Idk how to say it). It's difficult to adjust.

Q14: Bond once smelled the food Yor had cooked and fainted after taking a sip, but his nose may have become insensitive.

A: I think his nose is as effective, or even better than regular dog's. Yor's sweets(snacks) smelled "safe"

Q15 what type of dog does Bond like?

A: One that haa a beautiful coat. Smells good. The bridge of his nose is sharp. It seems that the child who is reflected in the camera is a little weak.

Q16 What does Bond do when the family is out during weekdays?

A: He hangs around and sometimes plays with Frankie.Although he and Penguin have reconciled, their relationship is still a bit strained, so he doesn't get close to Anya's room when she's not around

[doublekanble]

Orpheus and Eurydice

Alastor/reader (gnc)

romantic-platonic

word count: 3.3k

i want to go to bed. (deleted this without copying it by accident, its past midnight, if theres any grammar mistakes, no there is not) at some point wedding is mentioned, but this can be platonic, i am just a very touch-staverd thing.

“Al?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Do you know the stories about Eurydice and Orpheus?”

(some say that he journeyed on his own to find Apollo, the Olympian god, reigning over sunlight and all things beautiful and pleasant. others would say that after Orpheus have his fill of travelling with the Argonauts and finally ending their search for the golden fleece in joy, he’d returns home. it was both, as far as you concerned.

but in every version of the story, Orpheus, who was depicted as a gifted musician, personally tutored by beautiful and enchanted Apollo himself, deeply fell in love with Eurydice, an Auloniad nymph, and she would love him all the same.)

He looked down and away from his book, tilting his head to meet you with a glance, ears flickering while you’re stretching across his lap with that dammed electric box still in your hand. You continue.

“It’s a Greek mythology about a man losing his wife and him looking for her in the underworld. I couldn’t find the original, but most of them still have the same meaning for me.” You turn on your stomach and lift yourself up on your elbows, looking at him with a delighted grin. “It’s a really good story, I think! Do you want to hear one? I can read them out to you, just pick one.”

“’Pick’ one? Pray tell, how many is there for me to pick?”

“You tell me~”

You exudes nothing but warmth and content as you grin, Alastor held himself back from squeezing your face.

(one story described how, on their wedding day, to the happy couple on their happiest day, a present in the form of an omen was granted by fate.

all the candles and lamps of the temple gifted them with black and oily smoke, coiling in the lungs of guests and stick to their skin.)

“I see, now what a dilemma… Which one of these unknown stories should I pick?” Alastor hums coyly, his book left on the side table unmarked. Oh well, it’s close to your bed time anyway, when you’re off in your dream land, he can resume. “More importantly, how did you learn of all this, dear? Doesn’t seem quite like the sort of thing you’d naturally pick up on…”

“You’re calling me stupid, again.” Dropping your expression in an instant, your delightful demeanor only drives him to take you less seriously.

“Am I now?! Why, how utterly despicable of me! My most sincere apologies~.”

"You-"

You try to swat at him like a disgruntled old cat, only for Alastor to smile as he catches your wrist with no trouble. Immediately, you gave up and turn back to your thing as he pleasingly pecks your imprisoned hand, knowing you can’t do anything about it.

(some say that she was simply bitten by a sly snake. some said she was chased by a satyr into the forest first. in all of them, Orpheus find his wife, whom he haven't even the time to love fully, lying amongst the green. with the poison already spread through her veins and choke her heart, he held her cold body in his arms as he wept.)

“Anyway-” Alastor pats your head, ears perk up while refusing to let go of you, not that you bothered to take your hand back, already satisfied with lazily draping yourself across his sofa and in his lap. He silently felt your pulse as you snidely remarked, “I learn about it online, idiot. Something an old coot like you wouldn’t know how to navigah-owowow I’m sohry yor noh ouh!-“

This, he somewhat find annoying. You’ve been actively learning more words to try and keep up with his “flowery compliments” and “verbose vocabulary” (he would’ve taken sweet and articulated, but c'est lavie). It would’ve been sweet, if not for the fact you only and exclusively learn insults. Your pleas would’ve fallen onto deaf ears, but there’s still a story you need to tell, so he let go of your cheek and lean back.

“I will have to say, if this story is as popular as you boasted, there would surely be a book somewhere about it.” You open your mouth, then just as quickly, you close it and stare up at Alastor who plucked your device off your hand and all but threw it onto the side table. You looked like you’re considering the consequences of trying to fight him head-on while he gives you a cheeky grin filled with sharp yellow teeth. “You were saying~?”

(some described the nearby nymphs and deities grieved alongside Orpheus. moved by the love that he lost, they tell him to look for a way to the underworld, to meet the God of Death and all things misery and to beg for his wife’s life. some said he find his own way down with a lyre in hand and play a song by the river of forgetfulness, with water almost as oily and black as the smoke from his happiest day, he would find himself singing all the way to the palace of Hades.)

Glaring at empty air and refusing to meet his eyes, your expression wavered as you seethe through you teeth, determined not to be distracted and tormented by him. He chuckles as you clears your throat. It’s good that you’re getting better at picking battles when it comes to him, Alastor can’t risked you realizing the actual hold you have over him, yet.

He watches as you stumbled through your words at first, chasing thoughts too fast for you to catch as they come. Your stories overlapping with one another, but eventually, you’d find your pace, and the images you’ve been trying to paint with clumsy colors and bristle brushes come to life as he plays with your hair. Your free hand motioned along all while.

Orpheus comes back home from an expedition, Orpheus married Eurydice, in haste and in love. One day later, depending on the story, he would either give his beloved Eurydice a funeral first before he finds the river, or he would leave straight for the underworld.

One way or another, Orpheus would find himself in front of Hades and his wife Persephone with a near endless line of phantoms and one giant three-head dog following him. In front of Hades, he plays a melody with all of his misery and grief. His fingers nimble and skilled despite the long travel, his voice lamenting and steady, he all but begged senses into the Gods and for him to be able to live his life together with Eurydice, for just one life. The Gods, then, moved by Orpheus love, allowed him to take Eurydice back, but under one condition.

“Eurydice will not go in front, not even for a single second. And Orpheus will pass through the gates without looking back, not even one glance. Until they returns to the land of the living, together.”

You said it with such longing in your eyes, the pain vivid in his mind. Nevertheless, you continued.

“Some people said the Gods are nefarious and thought of Orpheus as a foolish mortal, coming to their door and demanding his wife back without the bravery to follow her into the dark, they gave him a shadow and tricked him into looking back and let him rotted in his despair.” You look into his eyes and he can see himself in yours, “I don’t like those one that much, but it doesn’t change the meaning of the story.” You looked away before he can decipher his own expression, he wondered what he looked like to you at times.

“Then what about the others?”

“Arguably, they’re much more heartbreaking.”

Orpheus would walk on, away from the hallway filled with the coldness of the dark and the warm of the fire. On and away into the path leading back to the earth, all on his own at first. Then somewhere along the way, his lone footstep was joined by another. Soft pitter-patter right behind him.

Sometimes, it would falter, stopping for a bit, as if it have something to say. Sometimes, it’s chased his heels, a breeze by the nape of his neck, as if wanting to touch. But she never talks, and he would never touch her.

“There’s also version where he hears her calling for him too, but Orpheus stayed strong.”

You pulled a piece of paper on the coffee table, but unable to do anything else, you tear it into small pieces with the end of your nails as he laughs and nuzzles your still-imprisoned hand.

Loving Orpheus walked through the dark tunnel and sat on the boat as Charon paddled them back to the opening, holding strong. Until they’re at the gate, Orpheus at the front, Eurydice walking behind. He would be right there before the end of his journey, and then,

“-one way or another, he looked back.”

You stop to contemplate, then with a heavy heart, you sigh. “Some said he doubted himself at the last minute, some said he never trusted it in the first place. I don’t mind any of them, but there’s also one where Eurydice stumbled and he couldn’t help himself from turning around and catch her in his arm. That and the one where he forgot she also needs to walk out the gate, not just him.”

He huffs. “What a fool he is. I sure hope you’re not telling me all this just to call me a twit, darling.”

At that, you sprang up, “Hey! You say that because you’re cynical! The point isn’t that Orpheus is an idiot!”  Alastor briefly mourned your warmth as you wildly gestured and sputtered. “Orpheus looked back and in every one of them, he saw her for a single split of a second before she disappeared!” you all but bemoaned, as if crying to Zeus himself for justice. “He'd try to go back to the underworld, but no mortal is allowed in even once, let alone trying to come back again!”

Deflating next to him, you flopped down and loses all your fight and bites, ending it with a solemn, ���In all the stories, he got torn to pieces by women. That’s how his story end.”

You sink into the cushions and turned to Alastor as he clapped and cheer for you, “That was a fantastic recounting! You truly have a way of commanding attention from the audience! I should really get you on one of my broadcast some day!”

Alastor wasn’t fibbing at all, he really does love your story. Your passionate nature for things you hold dear, to the point where you can’t ever properly capture them in anyway -albeit juvenile at times- was, and always will be his most favorite trait of yours (especially since it’s often about him. Alastor is nothing but a prideful man, one who’s proud to admit he'd preened like a peacock at your attention); but he might as well call it all a bore to your face, with how your brows drawn together and your one visible eye squinted at him. He can tell your energy for the day is running low, alongside the fact you’re somewhat miffed by something he can’t wrapped his head around, so he pulls you close.

“Now, why so quiet, dear? Did Hades took your voice along with that fool's beloved muse? You know yours truly would never dare to make a mockery of you or your stories.”

You dissected his ever-lasting smile, as if looking for any hint of a lie. Which, admittedly, bruised his pride a bit. But his jest did go on for a bit too long in the beginning, so he relented. When you’re satisfied with your conclusion, you turned away. Thinking deeply to yourself for mere seconds before you ask, “What do you think about the story though?”

“Is this one of those quizzes where there’s a wrong answer?” he grinned as you lean a bit closer, silently asking for permission before setting yourself into his side.

“If there’s one then you would’ve failed Al.”

“Ah, what a pity it would be~.” He set his arm around you and close his eyes. “What do I think of it…Why-”

With a snap of his fingers, he cheerfully exclaimed, “It’s quite the tale. Quite the tale if I have to be frank! Such a wonderful and tragic story with such wondrous derivations too!" He waves his arms in the air, "I can see why you would be fascinated with this! The romantic you are. Orpheus love for his dear Eurydice is truly admirable, truly. Though, I’d recommend him to be more careful next time. There were black smokes running from the candles, for crying out loud!”

Seemingly satisfied, although with the slightest hint of disappointment, you nodded along. “I don’t think there’s going to be a next time, but it was really silly. If black smoke starts to come out of my candles at my wedding? The wedding would just turn into baptism for the day. But I also get them though.” You nudges your head under his chin. “I mean, if you die of a snake bite right after our wedding, I’d also go to the underworld for you.”

Never mind the irony in the fact you two are in Hell, or the fact that his rotting heart beats just a bit faster at the idea of your casual tone while admitting you would go so far for him. He slyly chides, “Why, you want me to die by poison in a forest alone? How bewitchingly heartless of you~.”

“Hey! you wouldn’t be there alone…the snake should still hang around for long enough!”

Throwing his head back and shaking it left to right, his cackles fills the room as you hit him square in his shoulder while clamming your mouth shut.

“Ah, yes, yes. I won’t be alone at all, would I?” he sigh, “After all, even in the underworld, you would be right there, looking for me! Charming thing as you are, putting everyone in a trance with your words as you walk through the path leading to that grandiose fire palace!”

You opted to settled back into his shoulder afterwards, sounding more and more drowsy as the time catches up to you. “And then when I walked out of the place, you’ll be right behind me, right?” He grips you just a bit tighter, even when your voice are this quiet, he still wants to keep it to himself.

 “I will be right behind you~. And I will do everything I can just for you to turn back and look at me.”

Alastor would be slightly concerned for your silence, if not for the fact that when he cranked his head to peak at you, you looked like the saddest little rodent in the world, head lulling back and forth as you try to keep yourself awake and formulate any slight resemblance of a respond.

“…You know, dear? I wouldn’t mind you resting here for the night. If you don’t mind sleeping on this couch that is.”

“Hm?…Oh. Oh! Thanks! You can drop me here once you’re done with whatever you’re doing then…” He choose to not mention the fact that he’s also going to be on the same couch for the rest of the night, you don’t need to know he’ll be sitting here until morning comes.

“Al…” As he’s reaching for his book, assured that you were dozing off, you suddenly call out to him, voice weak and droning.

“Yes, dear?”

“Which version of Orpheus mistake do you like the most?”

His claws weaves through your hair as he tries to recall the page number, knowing he’ll returned to it in just a bit. “What a delightful question! Personally, I find the idea of the fool forgetting about the rules and turning around because he just couldn’t hold himself back oh-so amusing!” he find it amusing, because not in a million years would he ever made that mistake. “What about you, dear? What do you think?”

“I think I like all of them. Because in all of them, Orpheus failed because he love Eurydice so badly.”

With ears pricked up and hand held in the air, hovering above your head just before he shake the feeling off and resume. “Hm, I didn’t quite catch that-” Laughing, just a tad bit taken aback, he look at you again, “Care to explain your thoughts?”

You yawn and nestled yourself against him, he can hear the sound of his own heart in his throat. He can feel his left ear flickering against the top of his head.

“Orpheus wasn’t ever going to get Eurydice back, either by interference or by normal circumstances. Because he go to the underworld and made a deal due to his love for Eurydice.”

It's a tragedy in the making, a mistake set to happen over and over again. Because Orpheus is a fool, and he loved Eurydice with all of his heart.

“He find his way to the underworld for Eurydice after losing her, only to then lost her again despite the trouble he went through. If he really is a coward, then he would’ve just live on without her from the start.” You shivered, a wandering breeze ran from the inner swamp to your spot. The fire place burns just a bit hotter. “But he made Hades and Persephone listened to his mourning, walked all the way to the gate, and then tries to go back and do it all again.” With eyes knitted shut, you mumbled to yourself, “He must’ve been so relieved and happy to finally have her back after everything …”

“To the point he would forget, and Orpheus looked back.”

"Yeah... you got it..."

Your head back in his lap, like how this silly story time began, except this time Alastor feels beyond unnerved by the churning in his stomach. It’s not exactly unwelcome, but he finds himself utterly exasperated by the fact he can’t properly recall what he was supposed to be doing.

“Alastor?” He thought you would’ve fallen asleep by now, but your eyes are still ever so slightly open, staring at him while your muttering something barely comprehensible, “Do you think you would’ve looked back?”

Just as easily as you said it in your hazy state, he's at a lost for words. Unable to properly be acquainted with the taste of honest word just yet, Alastor bend down just enough to placed a chaste kiss on the tip of your nose and try to find his voice as you hummed.

“Let’s us hope that we won’t ever have to find out, will we?” It’s unbecoming of himself, but he’s placing his all on you not remembering his wavering expression. “How about you then?” he whispered, Alastor don’t pray, but he hope you’ll forget the pain in his voice. “Will you promise me you’ll look back for me, even if it means we will never meet again until you rotted away?”

“I will.”

As your breathing finally evens and falls into a rhythm underneath a red duvet, Alastor find himself smiling a near unfamiliar smile, claws tapping in rhythm as he take a moment to himself.

“How very cruel of you, mon Chéri.”

He started from the beginning, already forgotten most of the plot in a night. He would look back, he thought to himself, eyes scanning a story about an old man beloved new coat. If looking back means he loved you more than the air he breathes, then Alastor will always look back. But unlike the foolish Orpheus, he will be the only mortal that entered the underworld more than once, as many time as it will takes him, as long as it means he can find you again.

(some say that at the end of his life and the beginning of his death. Orpheus would find himself amongst the phantoms, lost and wandering. and as Persephone see his wandering shadow, she plucked him from his misery. when he open his eyes for the first time again since his death, Eurydice is there, as beautiful as the day he lost her.)

[tare-anime]

SxF Mission 84

(Beware of spoilers)

Oh woooooowwwwwwwwww!!!

Wheeler is really one capable spy!!!

Totally love him, Endo!!!

He can easily defeat 3 WISE agents!

Turning the table when it seems like he was already arrested

Using a small knife to nullified gun threats

And not falling for Twilight's tricks, even beat him down!!

Whoah....

Yea I know Twilight is already injured. But Wheeler really is a league of his own

With that kind of stamina, agility, skills, and adaptable analysis accuracy, are we sure he is not triple agent? That he's actually part of Garden?? Because I don't think SSS can have an agent of this caliber 🤣🤣🤣🤣 (sorry SSS).

Anyway, the chapter end with unhinged Fiona.

After unhinged Melinda back then, now we have unhinged Fiona. Endo sure loves his female characters, eh?? (And I love Endo for that 🥰)

Now the questions are, what is the reason for Fiona's rage? Is it:

1. A simple fangirl getting angry because her idol is hurt? Which is, tbh, rather meh. I really hope Endo use this narrative to develop Fiona's character. Which make possible reason no.2 is more interesting. That is...

2. Fiona's ideal or perfect Twilight (in her fantasy) is being broken to dust. She has to accept a bitter truth that at the end, Twilight is just another human and that's he is not invincible. So she better stop putting him on pedestal, and worship him. It is about time she surpass her mentor.

"Ambitious Fiona" is still a far more interesting characterization rather than "crazy fangirl with crazy dreams Fiona".

3. Fiona that has realized that Twilight is just mere human, now change her target to Wheeler. She has to kill this man (but Wheeler survive) and thus begin the cat and mouse game between the two. (What? Fiona and Wheeler? Don't you guys see it in that panel? How Wheeler flirt with Fiona by mocking her incapability? Fiona-Wheeler--> Feeler? 🤣🤣🤣 lol, I'm joking. Or maybe not 👀)

4. Fiona and Yuri first meet! She is upset cause Yuri is getting beaten down! (Ok, this is just my YuriIona impossible wish 🤣)

Ahem, what? Twilight is destinied to be with Yor. So let's make harem for Fiona instead.

Ok ok.

Angsty thought now.

What will happen when Yor heard the news that both of her boys has now been hurt and hospitalized? They might tell her that both got in a "totally happen in different place" car accident. But Yor herself is not a stranger to martial arts. She would definitelly recognize the wounds on Loid's and Yuri's body as a result from fighting. She will be devastated for sure. But her reaction can be:

1. She blame herself, and then start to do her night job harder. Kill harder. Clean the place harder.

2. She connects the dots and realized that Loid and Yuri has fight the other. She might be very upset at both of them. Yor herself might be not thinking about the boy's secret identity, but this will lead Yuri to realize who Loid really is.

Either way, this arc is getting more and more interesting!!!

I can't wait to read more, Endo! 🥰🥰

[gabessquishytum]

Hob runs security at a convention center. Most of the time its bussnes conventions, occationally a few MLM conventions. But every ince and a while, there will be a fun one like Lego fest or comic con. Dream is a booth baby. At first it was a fun way to get paid to do cosplay, but now it's a bunch of creepy dudes learing at him, and the people who hire him rarely do anything to protect him.

lucky for him, the head of security doesn't take harassment lightly, and Hob basically becomes Dream's personal body gaurd

I love the image of this. It’s like those “scary dog privileges” videos. Dream happily walks through the con enjoying himself, while Hob follows behind him with one hand on his taser, absolutely glaring at anyone who so much as smirks in Dream’s direction.

Hob is good at his job though. He’s nice to the nice people who genuinely want cute and fun pics with Dream. Those are Hob’s favourite moments, with Dream in character posing and enjoying himself. But the creeps don’t even get close. If they get weird, Hob is there, calmly asking them to leave. He doesn’t stay calm for long, if the weirdos don’t do as they’re told. Hob has been known to make creepy guys cry, although no one is sure how??? Apparently it involves spray cans of deodorant.

At the end of the day, Hob escorts Dream to his car… and drives him home. Thats just one of the perks of working with your boyfriend. (Yes Hob is allowed to fuck Dream while he's in cosplay. Hob’s favourite is Yor from spy x family. Dream is very much ok with being sexualised when he's the one tying Hob to the headboard...)

[florchuvila22]

Would be so kind as to slut out our resident golden boy Steve Harrington?

Ooh, Steve is soo hot, what about you two drunk, at a party, in the bathroom 🤤. Hope you like it and stay slutty my friend!

★★★

Love at the party | Steve Harrington.

Requests are open.

Who I write for, what I write, masterlists.

Summary: you go to a party and dance with the stupid and hot Harrington to end up in the bathroom with him.

Warnings: public make out, unprotected sex, pet names, light dirty talk.

★★★

“so, party this Friday, hm?” you told Nancy moving your shoulders.

“yeap, are you going?” she said closing her locker.

“maybe, are you?” you said.

“i don't know” she said. “you know I'm not a party person”

“oh, come on, it'll be fun, you'll like it” you told her, trying to convince her. She sighed and looked at your puppy eyes face.

“you know Steve will be there, right?”, she said and you groaned disgusted.

“yeah, I know” you looked at him. He was talking with his stupid friends. “why Is he so arrogant?” you asked in the air, “look at him, with that stupid hair and that stupid smirk, he's stupid”

“i think he's hair is sexy” Nancy said looking with you. You looked at her confused and disgusted.

“you're blind, my friend. You definitely need glasses” you joked. “... But if I don't go to partys because he'll be there, I would never go to anyone”

...

You got to class and sat in your place. Harrington entering before you and sitting right next to you.

“so you like to talk about me, sweetie?” he asked you with that cocky smirk.

“beg you pardon?”you looked at him.

“yeah, Carol saw you and you little friend looking at us and talking”

“you know you're not the only person in the world, right?”

“i know, but you seem to be obsessed with me, sweetie” he smirked at you and you rolled your eyes.

“first, I'm not your sweetie, so stop calling me that; second, I'm not obsessed with you” you hissed, sick of that stupid egocentric face.

“and why were you talking about me, then?”

“you really wanna know?”

“bright me up, sweetie” he made the last word pop up of the sentence.

“fine. It's not cuz I'm obsessed, it's because you make me sick. That stupid face and your hair full of hair products, it's intoxicating how arrogant and a dickhead you are” you spitted out, but the only thing he did was chuckle.

“we could get along really well, ya know?”

“now you seem to be obsessed with me, Harrington”, you smirk this time.

“tss, in your dreams”

“i'm sorry, Harrington, if I would ever dream with you, it would be a nightmare”

“that means you dream with me?” he asked you.

You just roll your eyes and look to the front, where the class started.

...

It was Friday night and you were getting ready for the party. Nancy decided not to go, so you were going alone.

Already at the party you were drinking and dancing with random people, too drunk to care who were they. You suddenly felt a pair of hands grabbing you by the waist from behind. Without even seeing who was it, you danced with him, with you body against his.

“nice movements, sweetie” Steve turned you around to face him, grabbing your waist and pulling you onto his. He was as drunk as you were, you knew it because of his breath.

“let me go, Harrington” you said putting your hands on his chest, but you didn't try to push him away.

“what if I don't let you go?” he asked cockily.

“I'll punch you in that stupid, pretty face you have” you said slapping him lightly with each word. He smirked at the 'pretty'.

“I'll take the risk” he responded.

“I'll punch you twice, then” you said. The closeness was making you feel hot. He was really hot actually. The way he had you, with your hips together, it let you feel the bulge growing in his pants. Yor walls tightened around nothing at the thought of him fucking you hard. With that egocentric smirk on his face.

“fuck you, sweetie” he groaned.

“fuck me, Harrington” you almost moaned that out. And with that he kissed you without even thinking.

The kiss was passional, both tongues swirling with each other's. His hands went down to your ass and squeezed it hard, not caring if someone saw you. Your hands on his nape bringing him even more into you —if that was even possible—. You groaned into his mouth when you felt his cock getting harder.

He broke the kiss and took your hand to guide you upstairs. It was a big house, so everyone were downstairs, only a few person's were on the first floor. He took you into the bathroom and immediately sat you on the counter, getting between your legs, making your skirt go up. He kissed you again, just to break it again to take out your shirt.

You unbuttoned his shirt but didn't take it out, you couldn't wait any longer, so you went down and palm him through his jeans, stealing a moan from him. He placed his hands on your thighs and moved them up until they found you panties, pulling them off you and putting them in his pocket.

He spread your lips apart with one finger, feeling how wet you were, you tightened your grip at the feeling. “fuck, sweetie, you're so wet”

You bit your lip at his words and unzipped his jeans. “that's your fault, Harrington” you groaned lowering his pants enough to take his dick out, “now shut the fuck up and fuck me hard” you moaned giving a few strokes at his big cock.

He kissed you again and lined up with your entrance, pounding hard into you. A loud moan falling from your mouth and your head falling on Steve's shoulder.

“oh, fucking god!” you yelled. He was filling you up so good, stretching you out and touching your cervix with his tip.

“you okay, sweetie?” he asked worried.

“yeah, just- you're so big” you moaned. He put a lock of your hair behind your ear and wait some time to let you adjust to his size.

When he couldn't wait anymore he started moving. Slow and hard. Hitting your cervix with each thrust. Feeling how your walls opened up for him.

His left hand was on the wall to help him to keep stand and the other was on your lower back, keeping you close to him. Your legs were tangled around his waist and your nails buried in his back, scratching him with each lunge. His face buried in the crock of you neck, leaving wet kisses and marks that will remember you all of this tomorrow.

His thrusts got faster and even harder, making you feel him even deeper than how he actually was. You felt like he was going to rip you apart.

“fuck, you're so tight. I could fuck this pretty pussy the rest of my life” he groaned in your ear, making your walls clench around him. “you like when I- fuck- talk dirty to you, sweetie? I d-didn't think you were that kind of girl, hm?”

You let your body fall back against the wall, feeling drunk in ecstasy. “sh-shut up” you only got to form that little sentence.

He pulled out of you, and before you could complain he got you down and flipped your body. Putting your stomach on the counter and letting you with your ass up for him. He thrusted into you once again, keeping that hard and fast rhythm.

You could feel him even deeper like this. “oh, my god! Steve, fuck!” you moaned loud, your legs trembling for the stimulation.

“what's going on, sweetie?” he pressed his chest on your back to talk in your ear.

“I f-feel you so deep” yo whined, “I don't think I'll last much longer- oh, my god!”

His cock twitched inside of you at your words. Having you like this, a moaning mess for him. The girl he wanted for so long, the one he's had wet dreams about. He wouldn't last too much longer neither.

His thrusts got sloppier, and his groans got louder, “just a little bit more, sweetie”

“Steve, please, I'm so close” you cried out.

“me too, come with me” he groaned, pushing you to the edge and making you cum hard around his cock.

The feeling of your walls tightening around him send him to his orgasm, spilling all his cum inside your cunt.

“oh, fuck” he breathed out. “that was my best fuck ever” Steve said pulling out from you, letting you turn around to face him. Your legs weak for your orgasm.

“me too” you sighed, he looked at you with his cocky grin, “don't get to happy, I've only fucked with two guys in my life, you don't have so much opponents” you two chuckled.

“you feeling well?” he said.

“i am. Are you?” you asked back.

“m-hm” he hummed. He put a lock of hair behind your ear and looked you deep in your eyes, you responded the look.

...

You woke up that morning in your bed, feeling dizzy coz of the alcohol of that night. You stood up ad went to the bathroom to pee and brush your teeth, but when you looked yourself on the mirror, the first thing you saw were the hickeys in your neck.

And all what happened came to your mind again.

You fucked with Steve Harrington. You swore you hated him, and then you fucked him.

“shit” you whispered and got ready for school, knowing that you lost your two first classes and praying that none notice you and him going to the bathroom together.

And then your phone rang. You went to respond, it was Nancy.

“hey, what happened?” you asked her.

«Y/N, everyone is talking about that you and Steve got into a bathroom together last night»

Oh holy shit.

«and that they heard moans coming out from there» she laughed, «didn't you hate him?» she mocked.

Oh. Holy. Shit.

[rebelrian]

The Chasms We Cross - Spy x Family Twiyor One Shot

Biding my time until Chapter 86 releases on Sunday - we don’t know if Endo will resolve this arc in the next chapter so I’m putting this out here first as my speculation of how Twilight and Yor will reunite!!

Summary:

More than gripes, Twilight fears resentment will grow between him and Yor.

Note:

Picks up from Chapter 85 of the manga. Some characters’ fates are just speculated at and this fic may be completely way off from what Endo has in mind…but we’ll only find out when the chapter drops. More personal notes below the cut, only available to read on Tumblr for now.

Spy x Family manga spoilers ahead. For general audiences. Enjoy reading this fanfic!

The Chasms We Cross

by rebelrian

Between his front porch and the door to his apartment, Twilight felt a chasm had formed. Once he crosses the threshold, he would have no choice but to put on his mask as Loid Forger. To be Loid Forger would be to face Yor and Anya as an upstanding, even-tempered family man; a psychiatrist beloved by his colleagues and patients. After the events of that day, Twilight couldn’t say he deserved to be that man, let alone be welcomed in the space the Forgers called their home.

The bullet wound left by Yuri burned fresh on Twilight’s arm.

Ironically, Twilight had Yuri and Nightfall to thank for his escape from the SSS. Yuri, who would have not hesitated to end him if he was faster, even more resilient; Nightfall, who may never recover from the damage she inflicted on her own body trying to save Twilight.

A flash. A bloodied Yuri. “Yor…I’m so…sorry…”

Nightfall, bones breaking, still standing. “…But I’m not afraid. I believe in that man.”

“It’s what makes me strong.”

Twilight heard it all. Wheeler made sure he knew Nightfall’s words even if he hadn’t. In the eye of his adversary, Twilight tapped on the strengths of Yuri and Nightfall who had fallen before him. People who were unafraid to lean on others and be their support in return. He thought of Bond, leaping into a burning building for a stranger’s dog; Anya saving a drowning boy twice her height; Anya braving a full scale hostage attempt; Anya running into Yor’s arms after. Yor.

Yor chasing after a pickpocket; Yor stroking Anya’s hair, ever generous with her embraces; Yor singing a lullaby to him on a park bench, rustling leaves providing soft accompaniment. An autumn night’s breeze. His mother.

With that, he silenced Wheeler once and for all.

The damage done to WISE and Operation Strix is still unknown. He’ll hear more about it from Handler in time to come, but he’s doubtful the SSS lost all the intel with Wheeler. No matter how he looked at it, WISE is definitely compromised, with more agents down to boot.

So where does that leave him and the Forgers? “Lay low,” said Handler. “Carry on with your daily routines until we can ascertain the damage to our operations in Ostania. We got this far…it would be a pity to retreat at this stage.”

Even in disguise, Handler’s hooded gaze remained the same. Unreadable. “Set your family’s hearts at ease.” Those were her last words to Twilight before dismissing him.

He reached their front door. The man paused, unsure whether to enter. Would anyone be waiting for him at this late hour? Surely Anya would be asleep by now, no doubt dreaming of pandas and penguins. But Yor…would she wait for him like he does for her? Would she have had her dinner yet? Thinking back on how they parted earlier this morning, it’s possible she may not be so considerate of him. Could he blame her? If you can do one thing right today Twilight, it’s to not let Yor down anymore tonight. If she’s behind that door, you owe it to her to finish the morning’s conversation.

The man let go of the breath he didn’t realize he was holding, and regained composure.

The white light of their living room flooded his vision as the door creaked open. Sure enough, Loid’s wife was perched on the sofa, twirling her hair. Pensive.

Ruby eyes widened at the sound of footsteps and darted to the tall figure that was her husband. The first thing Yor noticed was the bandage wrapped around his head. Her hands flew to her mouth.

“Loid! What happened?”

Loid Forger gave an apologetic grimace, like it didn’t hurt at all. “Oh, today’s emergency patient was quite the challenge. But it’s nothing that won’t heal.”

In truth, his whole body was screaming to collapse; he was beaten, starving and thirsty. But this was important. This felt larger than him, or even Operation Strix. He owed it to this pure, beautiful woman to set her heart at ease, knowing he will only continue to hurt her once she finds out she almost lost her only living family today. Twilight mustered the last bits of energy and clarity for the day’s last mission.

Yor wasn’t too sure a blow to the head counted as a minor injury and kept a watchful gaze on her husband. Nevertheless, the tangled tension that wrecked her the whole day slowly unravelled and her body relaxed finally seeing Loid home safe and sound.

“O-oh…I suppose that’s why you’re back so late today.” She tugged at the sleeves of her red sweater nervously. Of course Yuri was wrong. Loid wouldn’t be out cheating on me…why do I always let other people doubt my trust in Loid?

Loid hung his hat and coat by the doorway and closed the distance between them in long strides. “I’m sorry I couldn’t call in the day and left you so abruptly this morning…a lot has happened since we…” Argued. If what happened counted as arguing. Twilight still couldn’t make sense of their morning predicament. Yor remained unusually stoic. In that moment, she almost looked…unfeeling.

He suddenly felt self-conscious and ran a hand through the tuft of hair left exposed on his head.

Yor finally responded. “It’s ok Loid, these things happen,” she said quietly.

A beat. A twin ache. Both lonely figures stood in the middle of their living room, appraising each other.

The lady took the first steps; she was now close enough to rest her hand on the man’s shoulder. He inhaled.

“Welcome home, Loid,” she said, standing on the tip of her toes. Ruby eyes met steel eyes, a question forming in the latter pair. But for the first time, Yor did not waver in front of her handsome, perfect husband.

She closed her eyes and kissed him.

Twilight was stunned. The last thing he expected was to be greeted with warmth. He kept his eyes open to see if it was true; that Yor Forger’s plush and soft lips were on his; that her cheeks were not flushed and her breathing was measured. She was not drunk. She was calm and her sincerity was as clear as day. His heart ached at this intimate gesture and he tentatively kissed her back.

When they pulled apart, Yor’s hand still rested on Loid’s shoulder, her other hand held close to her heart. Loid’s steel eyes softened, one hand hovering over her waist.

“Yor…”

And that one syllable did it. The only thing Twilight could do today was falter and falter. His knees gave way and the only thing that stopped him from hitting the ground was Yor’s iron grip. The last thing he saw was a halo shining above her.

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Twilight woke up to the waft of tomatoes. He was bundled on the sofa and there on the coffee table, was a serving of Yor’s signature southern stew complete with cute chunks of misshapen potatoes. Strips of stubborn potato skin clung sparsely. A first aid box sat waiting in the wings of the accompanying jug of water and plate of warm loaf bread.

Just as Loid sat up, Yor returned to the living room with their tea and took a seat beside him.

“It’s nothing new and not nearly as good as any of your dishes…but you look like you haven’t eaten the whole day, Loid.” Yor’s brow was furrowed.

“I never get tired of your stew, Yor.” It was the truth.

After the first sip, Loid ate the rest of his meal ravenously. He took a bite of the loaf and groaned appreciatively. Yor giggled in spite of herself. She had never seen her husband so unrestrained. So relaxed.

With his appetite satiated, the man’s senses slowly came back to him. Here he was, enjoying food prepared by Loid Forger’s wife even when he abandoned her without a satisfactory explanation. Despite that, Yor Forger took a courageous leap and kissed him for the first time. Welcomed him home. Not knowing Yuri could have died by his hands if he didn’t stop himself. Twilight was starting to feel sick; he didn’t deserve any of it.

“Yor, we need to talk about what happened this morning.”

Yor’s fists were balled and resting on her knees. She seemed a bit stiff, but prepared.

“I-I’m sorry for confusing you earlier, Loid. The truth is…I was finding gripes with you because the girls said it was normal for couples to have them…”

Yor could feel the heat flush up her neck but she forced herself to continue.

“It was foolish of me picking a fight when you’ve been nothing short of perfect, Loid. I’m…actually the happiest I’ve ever been, married to you.”

She didn’t dare meet his eyes as she finished the sentence, so she couldn’t see the tender gaze Loid had for her with each admission. What she did see was his hand closing over one of her fists, his thumb making deep circles, coaxing her fist to unfurl. She flattened her palm on her thigh and let it be blanketed by his warmth. Slowly, she willed herself to meet his gaze.

“Yor, I’m nowhere near perfect.”

Loid looked unrecognizable to her in that moment. He was still…him, but there was a deep melancholy pushing through the surface. Just as sincere as whenever he told her she was already doing her best as his wife. She couldn’t help but tear. Is that really you, Loid? You look like a man who’s lost everything.

He gave a sad smile. “By gripes, do you mean not spending enough time at home with you, Anya and Bond?”

“Well…it could even be…unsweetened omelettes…” She wished a hole would open up beneath her and swallow her whole.

Loid gave a soft chuckle and brought his other hand to her hair, pushing away locks of hair from her eyes. “Bland omelettes and family time are things that can easily be resolved as long as we’re a team, Yor.”

“But if you ever resented me…I would definitely lose all of you. You…Anya…Bond…this home.” Again, the man rose to the surface.

“I’m not sure I’m prepared for that, Yor.”

When he willed himself to remember, the man was no stranger to discord in families. It was a reality he witnessed everyday in his childhood home. His parents wasted no breath firing ammunition at each other whenever they were together. Their words mentioned school, mollycoddling, awful dinner, but even as a boy, he knew his parents were stoking at a deeper ember. One that would never burn out. In the end, their resentment for each other manifested in chasms between all three of them; as fate would have it, his father was gone first; his mother followed after; the boy left alone, marooned on this damned Earth.

Until now.

Yor clasped both of Loid’s hands and mimicked the way his thumbs caressed hers. Her eyes were a different kind of ember, ones that beckoned and drew him in. Yet, he was afraid to approach her.

She spoke in hushed tones, but she did not stutter.

“Loid, I don’t regret being a Forger.”

“We were complete strangers when we first met…and yet you let me into your home and entrusted Anya with me. I’m sure I must have befuddled you many times before, but you never stopped trying to understand me. I never knew a place where I belonged before you and Anya. Both of you have always accepted me as I am.”

What Yor said next surprised him. “This resentment you speak of…I’m not afraid of it. I don’t believe in it.”

“For as long as I want to protect this peace we have together, I’ll never stop trying to understand you, Loid. Even if it’s selfish…I don’t want to leave the Forger family.”

Twilight let her words steep.

To protect this peace we have together…

”But what if you misjudged me, Yor? What if…I let you and Anya down?”

Yor considered this and something retreated in her; the empty stare teased at the coals of her ruby eyes once again.

“It’s possible you have misjudged me too, Loid.”

Her next words took all the bravery she could muster. “But would that stop you from being with me?”

Twilight looked at the lovely stranger before him. She, who always doubted how normal she passed off as when it was really her unfailing honesty and trust that dulled everyone else in comparison. She, a transparent soul that also hinted at an infinity of trick mirrors.

Perhaps she was like him too.

Perhaps there was hope for them still.

Perhaps the man could be selfish in indulging in Loid Forger’s cast.

Perhaps this doesn’t change the way Twilight can be, anymore than what has already changed in his last months as a Forger.

Loid pulled Yor closer to him until she almost fell into his lap. His eyes shone as clear as day, the fog cleared.

“No. I want to stay with you, Yor Forger. If you’ll let me.”

Their faces were inches apart, their breaths tickling each other. There was no more tentativeness. In that moment, they both saw each other. Yor’s words were a whisper before they were lost in the pull of their lips.

“I do.”

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Notes:

I could be very wrong but I think Wheeler could be killed off soon. The man is too formidable a foil to Twilight and him surviving is danger on all fronts to all characters!! We still don’t know what info he stole!!!!

For weeks since this arc started getting stressful, I was so worried Loid would spiral after the whole incident and distance himself from his family, or even riddle himself with guilt over Nightfall. But after Chapter 85…I held onto a glimmer of hope that Twilight will be a bit more honest and more willing to change his views on relying on others as a spy.

Will Twilight and Yor kiss?? This fic says yes but my guess is as good as any. I’m not familiar with Endo’s other narratives or approaches to romance, but I doubt it’s as slow burn/ambiguous as Rumiko Takahashi (a personal observation since I’m more familiar with her romantic comedy dynamics in shonen stories). I have a feeling Endo might let Twiyor progress a bit and that Twilight will be more forgiving of the contradictions of his role earlier than expected.

Is Yor’s speech supposed to mirror Donovan Desmond? Yes. Could she be the answer to world peace? Probably (I kid). Though while we’re on the topic, wouldn’t it be wild if Melinda Desmond hires Garden to assassinate her own husband in later arcs? And instead of Twilight meeting the final boss first in the final showdown…it’s Thorn Princess.

I have so many feelings and I just can’t wait for Twilight and Yor to reunite!!!!

Perhaps I’ll get on AO3 once I receive the invitation email.

[ao3feed-twiyor]

ostania dreaming

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/4CMJBm0 by Inkblot0Blue "Do you dream?" she asks him. Sometimes he does; sometimes he thinks he’s dreaming when they’re together, her body pressed just so against him; when Anya has fallen asleep on his lap, and he remembers...that he is right here, right now Words: 1284, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 16 of twilight roses Fandoms: SPY x FAMILY (Manga), SPY x FAMILY (Anime) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Loid Forger | Twilight, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess Relationships: Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Introspection, Character Study, Poetry read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/4CMJBm0

[ironwoman18]

A Match made in heaven

Disclaimer: The characters or the main plot of Spy x Family belongs to me and the song Physical belongs to Dua Lipa and the composer of the song. Only the idea for this story is mine.

This idea came to me while I was listening to this song. I didn’t have the idea clear until I sat down and started to write it. It’s short but I hope you enjoy it.

By the way, I mentioned an event that happened in the Manga 103, it is just a small mention so, if you read it you will know, if you didn’t it won’t be a spoiler.

Common love isn't for us We created something phenomenal Don't you agree?

It’s been a while since Yor and Loid discovered their secret identities and both felt like a weight was lifted off their shoulders. Now Garden and WISE did some missions together, especially the ones that required murders or a different approach.

Loid and Yor were OK with it and they even asked to work as a partner, which was accepted by their bosses. They were in love and wanted to protect the other, even when they knew that the other was capable of surviving on their own.

It had been six months since their reveal and they made the perfect team. Yor assassin abilities and Loid’s costumes and quick thought process were a match made in heaven.

You got me feeling diamond rich Nothing on this planet compares to it Don't you agree?

Yor was at peace knowing that they didn’t have secrets, even Anya told them about her powers and some of her experiences, that’s why Garden and WISE were after the people behind Apple Project and, probably, after the project Anya was part of.

It was difficult since they were a super secret wing of the government and they couldn’t find it as easy as they wished for.

But even with that, she couldn’t help but be happy about having a beautiful family and sharing moments together when they were free.

Who needs to go to sleep when I got you next to me?

Their missions were at night so they couldn’t put Anya in bed, especially when the mission needed them to be at a party. Loid had to use his costumes and mask but Yor didn’t need them since she never let anyone alive so they could identify her.

Some other nights they didn’t need to go sleep because they ended up making love in their, now official, married bedroom.

All night, I'll riot with youI know you got my back and you know I got youSo come on (come on), come on (come on), come on (come on)Let's get physicalLights out, follow the noiseBaby, keep on dancing like you ain't got a choiceSo come on (come on), come on (come on), come onLet's get physical

There was one mission where they ended up making a riot, they needed information and Yor was there as a back-up in case Twilight was found, and it happened. She began to use her sharp weapons to protect him and he stole a gun from a dead body and both, back to back, started to fight.

Her strength and stamina were amazing but his stamina was good as well. He had to keep picking up guns as she killed the men on their way to the exit while he covered her back with those guns.

They entered a room and he shot the light interrupter and they managed to escape, with the information they needed. Her husband was that good. They shared a kiss and left the house of their mission’s target.

Adrenaline keeps on rushing inLove the simulation we're dreaming inDon't you agree?Don't you agree?I don't wanna live another life'Cause this one's pretty niceLiving it up

They arrived home early in the morning and with the adrenaline still high, they took a shower and prepared for a school meeting where both parents needed to be.

But neither Yor nor Loid wouldn’t want it any other way. This life was perfect for them... Spy and assassin but above all of that... parents.

Hold on, just a little tighterCome on, hold onTell me if you're readyCome on (come on, come on)Baby, keep on dancingLet's get physical

They were sitting on the sofa, just holding each other. That day was quite eventful but if they have each other, they couldn’t have any other way. They were ready to do everything to protect this life, this peace.

Watching news about seals trapped in their canal or how happy others were by a day in the park playing with a dog... Those things were enough for them to never give up. Especially when that little girl sleeping in the other room is happy and safe.

They aren’t afraid to get physical if that means peace.

OOooOOooOO

I might leave this fanfic open in case I think of more songs to use for these two with the same theme. Them knowing each other’s identities.

If you enjoy it, let me know and there’s a song that could be used next time.

Thank you for reading.

[elsaspants]

I want to share some Volks news, because I’m a huge fan of Dollfie Dream!

Volks is releasing Anya Forger from Spy x Family! DD Yor was produced last year, and Anya was announced early in January. it seemed like a natural choice for a collaboration model (licensed doll) given how popular Anya is.

well, it turns out that Volks was working on a brand-new body type for the Dollfie Dream line, and Anya will feature that body type!

it’s called Chimikko Dollfie Dream, and it’s considerably smaller than MDD! Mini Dollfie Dream follows the MSD tradition of “Kid 1/3” bodies, meaning they stand around the height of a 10 year old in scale with DD 1/3 scale adults. Anya is much younger—around the age of 5, and considered small in canon even for that estimate—so I’m impressed with the choice to represent her by venturing into a new kid style!

another thing I love about DD is that the heads are 1/3 scale across the board (though some are slightly smaller than others), which makes for an adorable bobbleheaded look in the kid dolls and ties together the cartoony charm of the line with a family feeling. Anya’s doll is no exception to this rule.

I don’t have Yor and I won’t be springing for Anya, but I can’t wait to see owner photos of the two of them together. 🥺 waku waku!

[timchalamet-devoted]

I wanna be yours...

A/N: The last few posts have all been fluff, so I thought I'd post something more angsty. I'd also recommend listening to the song " I wanna be yours " by the Arctic Monkeys while reading, as this imagine was inspired by it.

Pairing: (fem)actress!reader x Timothée

Summary: During one of her many red carpets, the reader spots Timothée amongst the crowds, and can't help but wonder if he'll ever be hers.

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So there you stood. It was exhilarating, to say the least. Screams uprose the minute your silver heels hit the red fabric, turning every head and every pair of eyes to you. However many times you did this was insignificant; you knew it would not be in your ability to fully comprehend where you were, nor the love and adoration you received from millions of people who called themselves fans. Your fans. How could any one human being be so cared for? You were no one special if truth be told, just a young girl who was willing to fight the battle of death to change life into the one she believed she was destined for. Deserved. A girl who hurt, not only those around her but herself without mercy to be great. So many laughed her off, and mocked her, but so did she, often drowning in her own criticism, hate and tears. Did that all matter now? Certainly not. Despite the pain, she did it. All these people before you, with admiration and jealousy in their eyes? They were here for you, to see you. And although primarily you were of no importance, you felt like a star, or a million dollar gem, standing, head high as they all screamed your name. The smile that was etched onto your face was undeniable, as you strode elegantly along the carpet, blinded by harsh flashes of white light that cornered and circled you, accompanied by the faces of strangers all shoving microphones in hopes of an answer from you to one of their questions that you heard oh-so-many times before. You had dreamed from the age of eleven to be recognised for your talent, and now you certainly were. You had dreamed of this. And you were absolutely loving it, absorbing every aspect and tiny detail until it made your head spin. As you walked, you were constantly attempted to be ushered here and there, but you simply smiled politely at each who did so and continued with a clear purpose.

You paused accoasionally turning this way and that, satisfying photographers with poses, smiles and waves to the fans. A shimmering Ralph Lauren dress draped over your body, incisions revealing snippets of skin, and paired with Valentino heels and Burberry accessories. It was understandably so that you felt as though you were soaring.

A little while later, you had eventually reached the interviewers, grinning as you recognised a handful. One greeted you, firstly commenting on your 'stunning' attire, and then proceeding to ask a series of questions. As expected, the majority were in relation to the evening or your character, so nothing too demanding. Time ran short on events as this, so the interviewer made sure he skimmed over the simpler questions to reach those that you would answer with more in-depth consideration. It was exactly during one of these questions that your eyes latched onto him, for the first time this evening.

You call the shots babe, I just wanna be yours...

He had really outdone himself this time, somehow matching your idea of sequens while also bringing his usual bright and bold. He took your breath away, and slowly your concentration began to slip. Relunctantly, you trained your eyes back to the interviewer, finally delivering your rather impressive answer, however yor mind was someplace else.

Secrets I have held in my heart

Are harder to hide than I thought

This evening was long anticipated, but your stomach dropped each time you thought of him, standing right next to you. It was beyond question that it was not because you disliked him. No not at all.

Maybe I just wanna be yours

You looked at him, desire and adoration seen in your own eyes this time.

Just wanna be yours...

You could feel the surface glistening over, as you admired Timothée, whom you for so long craved to merely be in the same room as. And yet here you were, his co-actor for ten months, still with a shattered heart. Tragically, his eyes left the camera lenses and landed on your own instead. Your heart skipped a beat, as you searched his distant orbs for a sign, only one thought running through your head as the deafening noise surrounding you was silenced and the world slowed. Will you ever be mine? Because

I wanna be yours...

[lavalamp-juice]

This is an alternate ending of chapter 62 in the Spy x Family manga. So Spoilers! (But not that much really)

Synopsis-Loid Forger wakes up from a nightmare crying...in front of Yor and Anya.

All sfw and pure fluff :)

Words- 760ish

After Loid has passed out Yor placed a freshly washed blanket over him, just like she used to with Yuri. She sat down in the chair next to him and began to read. After awhile Loid tossed and turned in his sleep. Yor glanced at him, she had gotten distracted by the book she was reading. 

"Maybe I should wake him? Hopefully that wouldn't be butting in- although -" 

Before she could finish her thought Loid jolted up in a panic. He could smell gun power?

Very dazed he looked around "What the? Where am I? ... oh right "Loid's" house" 

He hadn't realized but he had tears in his eyes. Real tears. Of course he has "cried" as an act in many of his missions, but Agent Twilight hadn't cried real tears in years. He used to be a real softie, but things changed in training he learned to push those feelings deep inside. 

When he awoke he looked around again, there was Anya and Yor staring at him startled. He wondered why for a second when he put his hands to his face. He felt the tears streaming down his face and looked at his hand.

"What was he dreaming about?!" Yor thought, she had never seen him like this.

Anya was able to read a little of his mind. Dreams are pretty hard to read, especially when a person is groggy from waking up. All she could really decipher was that it was a very bad dream, it felt real, and that papa was sad. 

The room was very quiet. 

Loid turned bright red, and was mad with himself, spy's don't show their true emotions.

"Loid are-are you okay?"

"Is Papa sad?" 

In the past Twilight had visited the memories from his old, dead life he abandoned. He had come to terms with what had happened. Well so he thought. As a pyciatist he knew it didn't exactly work like that. The remembrance of loss could cause the body to panic even if the mind isn't. Loid knew he was okay, he was safe, in the security of his own home and family. Scratch that. Fake family. But if it was a pretend made up family, why did it feel so so very real?

"I'm alright thank you. Please excuse me" Loid got up and rushed toward his room, bright red he felt so dejected.

"When did I even pass out like that?! Crying like a baby in front of your wife and daughter." He thought. 

Yor got up from the chair and stretched out her hand. 

"Loid wait! It's okay, I promise." 

Loid turned around swiftly he had a flustered, embarrassed face, bright red as he stared into Yor's garnet red eyes. 

Yor slowly walking towards him "Oh I'm sorry, if you want to go to your room that's perfectly fine...but I just wanted to assure you. It-it's okay."

Loid wiped away tears from his eyes, they just came streaming down. As smart as he was he didn't know why. He thought he was smarter than this. 

"DAMN IT TWILIGHT pull yourself together" that head of his was loud.

The lines between who his true self was were getting blurrier and blurrier.

" I'm not Loid and I'm not *name has been redacted* I am Twilight." He thought to himself.

 Anya stared at both of them. Yor walked closer to him. She wasn't exactly sure what to do, but this felt right. She looked him in the eyes, those crystal blue eyes staring back at her. She stretched out her arms and hugged him. Loid didn't know how to react at first his arms floating around her torso. But eventually, melted into it. They hadn't been that close before, sober at least. He left himself indulge for just a moment. If he truly wasn't Loid Forger, why did it feel so good. 

"I'm sorry, I'm better than this" he whispered with a shaken voice.

"Please, don't apologize it's alright. I promise" she said softly

Anya slowly got up and went to Mama and Papa.

Yor let go, but still had an arm wrapped around Loid. Yor raised Anya with the other arm close to Loid. 

"You're a good papa" Anya said encouraging-ly 

The tears were starting to slow down. 

Loid looked at Anya and smiled, "Thank you peanut"

" and a good husband"

Loid took a sharp breath, and his ears got red.

 "thank you Yor"

 Little by little they were more of a family than any of them had ever had. They stayed there in the moment. The 3 embracing each other. Wanting to stay forever.

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[im-goofball]

☀️hello☀️in your elder planets Au who are the ten other gods? And what are they the gods of ?😁

In the lore me and my co-creator @genri-o made up, there are 10 gods of One Piece universe (the Elder planets are excluded in our canon lore for obvious reasons.)

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The Immortals

-the name of the group of the 10 gods of One Piece universe.

-All of them have shrines and statues dedicated to them throughout the whole All Blue

-However, 3000+ before the WG creation, 4 of the 10 were no longer considered gods

-They are divided into three categories/ranks/classes (idk what to call them)

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The Primordials

-These three gods were before the Existence and Universe itself was even a thing. The Primordials created the other 7 gods (and Universe) through their thoughts and desires

Life—Debated to be the first of the Primordials, although it still isn't clear if they or Death are older

-Also reffered to as All Mother, King of Creation, Holy Spirit and Yang (In good there is evil)

-Creator of Existence and giver of all life in the whole Universe. Through their thoughts, they have created their only daughter, the Sea Goddess Umi

-Omnipresent and Omnipotent, life cannot be destroyed by anyone, for they, Death and Chaos are the symbol of balance that keeps the Universe together (yin and yang symbolisms goes brrr)

Death—There are still some debates on who's older, them or Life. Not even those two don't truly know who existed first, nor they are too bothered to truly know

-Also reffered to as Peace Bringer, the Ferryman, the Queen of Dead and Grey Guardian (the sinuous line between Yin and Yang, the balance)

-Just as Life wills their thoughts into Existence, Death takes all creations, be it great or small, into the Land of Dreams with their scythe, collecting the Souls of all living creatures when their time comes

-Helpes Tsumara with taking the dead people's souls into the Land of Dreams (the afterlife). Also the creator and leader of the Four Horsemen of Apocalypse, but they aren't considered gods

-Omnipresent and Omnipotent (kind of), just like Life, Death cannot be killed or destroyed because Universe itself would collapse and not even the Immortals would survive that

Chaos—The creator of Void and discord. Many religious texts refer to them as the "youngest" of the Primordials, which they (Death and Life) think is quite appropriate

-Also reffered to as Liege of Discord, Father of Void, the Great Swindler and Yin (in evil there is good)

-Through their thoughts and desires, Chaos has created their three children: Enma, Tot Musica and Ashura who are no longer considered to be gods, but are reffered to as The Great Three or the Demon Kings

-Omnipresent and Omnipotent, unlike their older siblings Chaos can be destroyed but no one, not even Life and Death know how. Chaos keeps this secret to themselves for a reason

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The Firstborn

-These four gods gave the Existence and the Universe it ls shape, matter, time and space for all the planets, stars and other celestial bodies that were later created

Umi—The Goddess of Sea, the only child of Life and Mother of Mu, Nika and Tsumara

-Creator and first ruler of All Blue (only during its early centuries), Umi helped Life with gifting stars and planets with their very own Souls, their very own existence and life. Also gave the Universe its very own shape, but that was her minor role

-Also reffered to as The Great Mother, Queen of All Blue and Guardian of Tailendir, (TAI-LEN-DIR; in the Tongue of Seas, the original language of Fishman race, tailendir was a word for celestials)

-She was betrayed and killed in Yāwa Yorllin (YAVA-YOR-LIN, the literal translation would be Star's Death, but it was also known as The War of Gods) But it is said that a piece of Soul that survived, managed to cling onto a living avatar of sea

Enma—The King of Hell, the eldest of the Great Three and the first child of Chaos

-Resides within the largest domain of Hell called The Garden and rules over it after they and their other two siblings were sealed away due to their enomorous defeat in Yāwa Yorllin

-Before The War of Gods, Enma helped Life and Chaos in creation of Universe by filling it with matter (could be compared to stuffing a pillow with goose feathers/wool/whatever you stuff your pillows with), thus giving the Universe its desired shape

-Also reffered to as The Dealmaker, Duke of Void, (former), World Eater and Queen of Damnation

Tot Musica—the Demon King of Music, the second/middle child of Chaos and ruler of domain in Hell called The Sing-Sing World

-With their musical voice and knowledge of time, they gave the Universe a time line that starst at the moment of its creation and is still going to this day. Of course out of the Original Time Line come out hundreds of thousands other time lines but that's Tot Musica's thing to play with

-After Yāwa Yorllin, they grew extremely spiteful and petty towards Tsumara, their niece, because it was her who took their left eye during the war

-Also known as The Deceiver, The Voice of Chaos, The Nightingale and Lord of Music

Ashura—The Demon Conqueror, youngest and third child of Chaos, and younger sibling of Enma and Tot Musica

-Ruler of a dain calleld The Underword, where he tortures damned Souls for all eternity (the "real" Hell). The only Immortal to have ever married anyone, and is still happily in love.

-They command enomorous armies of Hell that from all three domains: The Garden, The Sing-Sing World and The Underworld

-In religious texts, Ashura is also called The Three-Headed Beast, King of Nine-Swords, The Duke of Damnation and Prince of Qonquest

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The Celestials

-Are three gods representing three celestial bodies; sun, moon and stars. These gods are also the the three children of Sea Goddess Umi

Mu—The God of Stars, the eldest child of Umi and older sibling of Nika and Tsumara

-After losing the War of Gods, Mu was sealed into the sea floor of All Blue by Nika and Tsumara with Chains of Moon's End that were practically indestructable (almost)

-Before Mu Fell, in religious texts they were reffered to as The Voyager of Stars, Prince of Costellations, The Precious One and Guardian of Dusk.

-Now they are reffered to as The Great Beast, The God Slayer, Duke of Void and The Devil of Seas

Nika—The Sun God, the second born/middle child of Umi, younger sibling of Mu and older sibling of Tsumara

-After Yāwa Yorllin, Nika was the only one who even wanted to visit Mu during their 3000 years of imprisonment. However, after finding out that Mu escaped through certain means, Nika confronted their older sibling in hopes of victory.

-But Nika couldn't perceive just how strong Mu has become after losing in War of Gods. Nika was defeated and sealed away in a prison of Mu's creation called a Devil Fruit

-In religious texts, Nika is also reffered to as The Warrior of Liberation, The Dawnbringer, Child of Sun and Sovereign of Sea

Tsumara—The Moon Goddess, the youngest child of Umi and younger sibling of Mu and Nika

-Much isn't known about her, or her purpouse after Yāwa Yorllin has ended, but it is said that she rules over The Land of Dreams where all good Souls go rest after their time comes and that she can travel through all living beings' dreams

-Reffered to in religious texts as The Moon Princess, Sovereign of Souls, Guardian of Dreams and Midnight's Child

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ngl I'm curious abt your spy x family meta. What do you have in mind? Also exactly why don't you like twiyor

I LOVE the potential of twiyor. Let's just say if I were the writer of sxf, "marital gripes" wouldn't be an issue for them lol. Narratively Loid could be to Yor what Frankie was to Loid: a perspective of the opposite side, an eye opener. Loid at first saw the world in black and white, pure good and pure evil. The classic "all people of my enemy country are bad". It was not until he met Franklin that he realised the flaw in his views and agree to become a spy.

We don't really know Yor's own thoughts on her country's acts but we do know she got into this job in order to make the world a better place for her brother to live in as the sole person responsible for him. Since she became an assassin as a kid, it's likely she got manipulated into it. If from a young age she has been indoctrinated with extreme patriotism and the idea that killing is the ultimate solution to everything–that'd give meaning to her uwu quirky bloodlust and a wonderful parallel to Loid's backstory. She absolutely despises those who betray Ostania, and in my theory, considers those people worse than the Westalis. While in Yuri's eyes, traitors and enemies are the same, Yor sees traitors as worse than enemies.

This is where Loid Forger the persona can come in. He's a psychologist from Ostania, he's a treated victims of war, he is open minded and compassionate. He would understand Yor's hostility towards Westalis, and know better than to outright defend what's supposed to be his enemy country. As they grow closer and as the urgency of the mission grows, Twilight (the person) would give her nuance lessons while still maintaining his cover, which would lead to the gripes. Yor would indirectly know who Twilight is while connecting with her seemingly perfect pretend husband. In that way, when the inevitable reveal happens, Yor wouldn't slice Loid's head clean off and get 105 mental illnesses as a result of a heartbreaking betrayal that she wouldn't have imagined in her wildest dreams. Here she would be devastated but not infuriated enough to kill Twilight because a. Character development and b. A part of her saw it coming and c. She's now in love with Twilight, not Loid Forger the persona.

So..what would she do then? I imagine the reveal going as follows: Loid finds out her identity very early on, but decides to pretend he doesn't know and reason with her while maintaining his facade -> Ergo arguing like married couple -> He starts opening up to her and taking a liking to her -> She starts connecting the dots since he's unsubtle due to thinking with his heart and she's not an idiot -> They start to fall in love -> she comes to know who he is -> she's heartbroken and leaves him but couldn't bring herself to kill him -> she knows of his mission and realises she has to essentially choose between war and peace and chooses the latter. It's also a far better mirror to Damianya, because both Damien and Yor are left with a choice: Their family, society and nation versus the greater good.

Now Yor isn't a hypocrite; she knows she's hiding her true self from him too. But in canon, she falls first and falls harder, and opens up to him while still in cover. Meanwhile the closest Twilight got to being Twilight around her was when he told her about how safe he felt with his mother to reassure her. And she was too drunk to remember that anyway. She falls head over heels for Dr. Loid Forger, and only to find out he doesn't exist and the man occupying what was supposed to be his body is what she despised the most: a traitor.

That's why so far canonically Twiyor doesn't work.