#it was the definition of WE'RE SO OVER and WE'RE SO BACK

[maxtermind]

Imagine that the reader, Charles, Lando and Carlos randomly get the idea to go to Costco and try some viral food they saw on TikTok so when they go to buy the product, Charles grabs a separate cart and when the guys ask him why if they are only going to buy one thing, he says that the reader always ends up buying too many things and then has nowhere to put them so Charles is used to carrying an extra cart because he knows his girlfriend is a compulsive shopper.

retail therapy

★ : feat :: charles leclerc x reader ★ : genre :: fluff; crack ★ : word count :: 1.4k ★ : a/n :: i've had this in my drafts for so long. i'm so sorry love, i unfortunately suck and forget to schedule the post. thanks for the fun request <33

You found yourself in the expansive parking lot of a large store on an otherwise ordinary Saturday afternoon, accompanied by Charles, Lando, and Carlos.

The mission? To grab the viral food product that TikTok had unanimously declared a must-try: Shin Ramyun. It was supposed to be a simple in-and-out operation, but Charles had other plans.

”Why'd you grab an extra cart?” Lando asked, one eyebrow raised in confusion as Charles nonchalantly pushed the second cart alongside his own.

”We're only buying one thing,” Carlos chimed in, clearly perplexed.

Charles sighed dramatically, casting a knowing glance at you, who were busily scrolling through your phone to find the exact aisle where the magical ramen resided.

”You guys don't understand,” Charles began, shaking his head as if explaining a basic concept to toddlers before whispering so you wouldn’t catch it. ”Y/N always ends up buying too many things. It's like she has a radar for… unnecessary purchases.”

”Hey!” you protested, looking up from your phone. ”They're not unnecessary. They're uh- useful in unexpected ways!”

”Like the 50-pound bag of gummy bears?” Charles retorted, smirking when he saw your eyes widen. ”Or the industrial-sized jar of pickles you bought last time?”

”They were on sale,” you defended, crossing your arms. ”And you love pickles.”

”I love them in moderation, not in bulk.”

”You take that back, mister!”

Lando and Carlos exchanged amused glances, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth.

”So, what's the plan?” Lando asked, eager to get the show on the road.

”Simple,” you said, a mischievous glint in your eye. ”We go in, get the Shin Ramyun, and maybe... just maybe... see if there are any good deals.”

Charles rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress a smile. ”And this,” he said, gesturing to the extra cart, ”is why we can't have nice, quick shopping trips.”

You entered the store, greeted by the overwhelming scent of bulk goods and free samples. You navigated through the aisles, Charles dutifully pushing one carts, while Lando and Carlos alternatively pushed the other.

”Okay, the Shin Ramyun should be in aisle 12,” you announced, leading the way. ”But we should definitely check out the electronics section first. You never know when there's a sale.”

”We're here for food,” Charles reminded you, though his tone was more resigned than stern.

”And electronics,” you added cheerfully. ”Come on, it's right this way.”

Lando nudged Carlos, whispering, ”Ten bucks says our bill will be over two grand.”

”Mate, talk around five and you're on,” Carlos replied with a grin.

Sure enough, as you wandered through the electronics section, your eyes lit up at the sight of a massive flat-screen TV on sale.

”Look at this deal!” you exclaimed, practically bouncing with excitement. ”We could totally use a new TV.”

The boys behind you just shook their heads and to appease them, you slowly started, ”I’m just saying that the bonus I got last week has got to—”

”You guys have a TV,” Lando snickered.

”Yes, but not this TV,” you said, gesturing dramatically. ”Think about movie nights! Think about the sports games! Think about—”

”Think about where we're going to put it,” Charles interrupted, though he was already losing the battle. The allure of a good deal was strong, even for him. You could see it in his eyes that he was already almost convinced.

”Fine,” you huffed anyway, moving along. ”But we're coming back for it if we have room.”

Lando and Carlos exchanged looks, trying to stifle their laughter.

”You guys are a mess,” Carlos said, shaking his head. ”This is better than Netflix.”

”Just wait until we hit the snack aisle,” Lando added, trying to be discreet but you caught it. ”That's when things get really interesting.” He just gave you a nervous cheeky smile in return as you glared.

As you made your way to aisle 12, you inevitably got distracted by various items along the way. A giant jar of Nutella? In the cart. A set of high-end kitchen knives? In the cart. A year's supply of toilet paper? In the cart.

Charles dutifully followed, pushing the now significantly heavier cart with an air of resigned amusement. ”See?” he said to Lando and Carlos. ”This is why I grabbed an extra cart.”

Finally, you reached the aisle with the viral TikTok food product. There it was, Shin Ramyun, in all its spicy glory, stacked high and tempting.

”Here it is!” you said triumphantly, grabbing several boxes and adding them to the cart. ”Mission accomplished.”

”Can we leave now?” Charles asked, though he already knew the answer.

”Not yet,” you replied, a mischievous twinkle in your eye. ”We need to check out the outdoor section. Summer's coming, and we could use some new patio furniture.”

Charles groaned, but there was no real annoyance in it. He knew this was just how your trips to the store went. Besides, there was something endearing about your enthusiasm for finding deals and stocking up on... well, everything.

As you wandered through the outdoor section, Lando and Carlos tried out various patio chairs and loungers, providing a running commentary that kept everyone entertained. You found a particularly nice set that you insisted would look perfect in your backyard.

”Think of all the barbecues we could have,” you said, looking at Charles with pleading eyes.

Charles sighed, but there was a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. ”Fine, but this is the last thing. I mean it.”

”Promise,” you said, kissing him lightly while your friends fake gagged in the background.

You made your way to the checkout, carts overflowing with all manner of items. The staff recognized the boys and immediately started asking for photos and signatures as you guys waited for your turn.

That’s when Charles moved around and squeezed,”Gotta run to the toilet, I’ll be back in two?” He leaned down to whisper.

You shrugged and nodded your head, instead discussing Lando's new apartment with him. Failing to notice how Carlos was nowhere in sight either.

The cashier raised an eyebrow but didn't comment as she rang up the seemingly endless stream of products.

She was on the last few products when you heard Lando sigh under his breath and as you turned around, you saw Charles and Carlos carrying the box of the TV that you were eyeing.

Your own eyes widened as you jumped up and down and screamed,”No way, I love you!” Charles just snorted as skipped towards him.

He set the TV down and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm hug. ”I couldn't resist,” he admitted, his voice soft. ”Your excitement is contagious.”

You beamed up at him, feeling the love and warmth in his embrace. ”You always know how to make me feel loved.”

Charles kissed your forehead, his eyes twinkling. ”Cmon, babe. It’s like breathing for me now”

Lando and Carlos approached, carrying the last few bags and boxes. ”You two are adorable,” Lando teased, nudging Carlos. ”A bit nauseating, but adorable.”

As you left the store, pushing your heavily-laden carts towards the car, Lando and Carlos couldn't help but laugh.

”I owe you ten bucks,” Lando said, nudging Carlos.

Charles wrapping an arm around you. ”What do you think we can do with our old TV?” You smirked before looking over at Lando and Carlos who were loading the car.

”You know the way Lando bought a new apartmen—” Your boyfriend threw his head back and laughed before you could even finish.

”God, baby, I love you! Compulsive shopping and all.”

You smiled up at him, your eyes sparkling. ”And I love that you always bring an extra cart. Just in case.”

”So, what's the first thing we do with all this stuff?” Carlos asked, squeezing the last box into the trunk.

”Easy,” you said with a grin. ”We head home and have a fun game session with some Shin Ramyun and a movie on our new TV.”

Lando snickered. ”Sounds like the perfect end to a perfect shopping spree.”

”And if anyone asks,” Charles added with a wink, ”this was all part of the therapy. Sometimes, a little retail indulgence is just what the doctor ordered.”

”Retail therapy,” you said, snuggling into Charles as you drove off. ”It's cheaper than real therapy. Sometimes.”

Charles laughed, kissing the top of your head. ”And way more fun.”

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[devoutekuna]

Cooking with him.

Includes- Toji, Sukuna, Nanami, Gojo, Geto

Sukuna-

He can cook but chooses not to, why would he cook if he has a personal chef to himself. Stood in the kitchen as he searched for some fruit, daughter tracing the markings he had on his legs. "Daddy lets cook for mama" the thought of spending time with her father was the only reason she wanted to cook. "No" a straight no, she knew that he'd need some convincing though.

"But, I've seen mummy and Uraume cook, I can do it!" Grabbing onto his leg as he tried to walk off, acting as if she was too heavy to kick off. "No you can't! Your incapable of cooking" Looking down at the pink haired girl staring so profusely up at him, doing her puppy eyes which would win anyone over.

Cutting up a few onions from the dish, sat ontop of the counter as she placed the onion in her lap, knife inches away from her thigh. "Don't do that, it's stupid" putting the onion and knife on the table so that he could place her on the stool. "Don't be stupid" stood right beside her as she cut it up, it was going so painfully slow,he was starting to get tired especially since she had two more to go. Having the dismantle technique, of course he's gonna use it to his advantage, throwing the onion up in the air as it sliced, leaving diced cubes along the counter top. "Awe, you got it all over the counter daddy" trying to brush the vegetable into a pile. "Shut up, you were going to slow."

Nanami-

An expert as he cooks most nights, especially when your too tired to prepare meals for the week, it was a simple task to him. "Lemme help you papa!" Hands making it onto the counter as he kneaded the dough, eyes sticking up from behind the counter. Glancing down and the blonde realising she was on a stool, no wonder she got so tall, already got her hair tied back into a ponytail and apron on. "I'm almost done darling" he felt a bit bad but he was so busy so he wanted to finish this quickly.

"Please!" Her crys, only convincing him that she should help him, all he had to do was cook the rice after washing it and cook the chicken. "I mean, you can do the rice?" He didn't trust her much with food since he knew that she was just a toddler and would make a mess.

"Uh oh" seeing the rice poured down the drain, all of it in the sink rather than the bowl. Atleast half of it going through the drain pipe already. "What happened here?" It was bound to happen, he tried not to act annoyed but he definitely was.

Gojo-

He doesn't know anything about cooking since he rarely cooked for himself, if he did it would just be a precooked meal.

"Right, how small am I cutting this?" Glancing at you for some guidance here, a look of distraught and confusion on his face as she saw what he would be cutting up next. He was tasked with all the vegetables since you thought it would be easier for him rather than the meat which you tasked your son with. "Dice it Satoru" looking over his shoulder as you inspected how small it should be.

"Hurry up! Mum says the vegetables go in before the chicken!" He clearly took his father's personality when it came to patience. "I'm trying my best here!" Though he says that he's good at everything, he was horrible when it came to food. Grabbing another knife from the drawer as you helped him out, you were hungry and wanted food already.

Geto-

He was smart about it, giving her an easy task like stirring the pot, somehow she messed that up, hearing the clutter of a pot hitting the floor, body in the fetal position as she looked at the mess. "Uh oh" the sound of his daughter's voice made him respond quickly, hands on his hips as he scanned the mess on the ground, food spilled all over the floor, boiling water all over his new tiles too. "Sorry papa" feeling a bit bad for the mess. "It's fine" it clearly wasn't as that was one of the main dishes. "As long as you aren't hurt then we're good" nodding her head in response.

Toji-

"Your lucky I can't find my wallet" stuck cutting up some potatoes into long rectangular shapes. His daughter clearly was enjoying this, pouring a bottle full of oil into the pan. "No! That's too much baby" taking the bottle from her hands as she giggled, watching as the oil started to splatter up into his face, throwing a lid onto the pan.

"Turn it down!" Shouting at him, she had seen you do this multiple times, so she acted like the boss when it came to cooking. "It's on the lowest heat!" Going back to the cutting of the potatoes. "Hurry up daddy!" Slapping his leg as she jumped up and down, it was her first time being allowed in the kitchen whilst someone was cooking, let alone helping them.

It was a few minutes after he poured the potatoes into the pan, he didn't know anything about making chips so it was a new experience for him. "You took too long! Mummy woke up" she wanted to surprise you with her cooking skills, making you a plate of chips before you woke up.

#geto fluff #gojo fluff #sukuna fluff #nanami fluff #toji fluff #geto x reader #gojo x reader #sukuna x reader #nanami x reader #toji x reader #toji fushiguro #geto suguru #gojo satoru #sukuna ryomen #nanami kento #jjk drabbles #jjk x reader #jjk #𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚎𝙺𝚞𝚗𝚊

[uss-genderprise]

okay the new episode has people poking my sleeping special interest like a bear and it was about time to wake it from hibernation anyway so here are some fun facts about welsh fairies

it's spelled fairy. it's always spelled fairy. not faerie, faery, fae, or fey. fairy. please. or tylwyth teg if you want to be proper about it

fairies are not inherently malevolent. they work by their own rules that sometimes don't make sense to humans but there are rules, if you pay attention.

yes fairies will punish you for doing something they don't want you to do

they will also reward you for doing things they do want you to do

fairy rings are circles of green grass. they sometimes how up as a different shade of green than the grass around it and are generally markers of where fairies dance, as well as portals to the fairy realm. mushrooms aren't really a thing for that in welsh folklore.

string and bones and flowers are man-made and possibly supposed to bind or protect against fairies (though i haven't seen anything quite like what we see in the episode described in any of my sources) but generally breaking one of those doesn't immediately anger fairies, just lets them in to affect whoever put the ward up in the first place. that's not called a fairy circle.

changelings exist in welsh folklore. have fun with your theories.

fairies will generally let you leave the fairy world if you ask nicely. yes even if you've eaten the food and drank the drinks

however time moves differently so when you come back you might be super old and/or turn to dust the moment someone touches you

dancing is a different thing tho. they don't exactly want you to stay dancing with them until you die of exhaustion but like that's on you my dude get your friends to help you

if you broke fairy rules like kicking them out of their meadow to build a castle they will count eight* generations** and come back to turn that castle into a lake and drown everyone inside. you have been warned (repeatedly. usually by old ladies and/or bards and/or birds or sometimes just. A Voice™)

* the number of generations can and does vary but in welsh folklore it's generally 8 that's an important number, not 3 or 7.

** also the way generations are counted is. weird. idk if it's that i'm bad at math or bad at welsh or that the book i read explaining this is over 100 years old but i don't think i fully got how many generations this actually is.

oh and they only wait if you beg enough otherwise they kill you now

so basically. no getting trapped in the fairy world as punishment. they just kill you

personally i think the closest thing in welsh folklore to that old woman is a weird lady but even that isn't a great fit

yeah fairies bend time and space to always be far away from you if they want to but that's generally because they're trying to avoid you not following you at a distance

i am fully aware rtd probably couldn't care less about any of this. he definitely didn't do the work that i did to learn all this and incorporating this into your theories is probably shooting yourself in the foot as far as actually being correct goes. HOWEVER i do think it's more interesting and fun this way :) theories are gonna be wrong anyway might as well respect the culture that's inspiring them while we're at it yeah?

i will cite my sources if anyone asks but i doubt many people care to read hundreds of pages of edwardian non fiction novels just to fact check me. trust me on this guys

#doctor who #dw spoilers #73 yards #welsh folklore #fairies

[remidyal]

Outstanding antagonists after Junior Year

This post is as much for myself for fanfic purposes as it is for any speculation regarding a Senior Year that may never happen and even if it does would be I think at an absolute minimum three years and more likely 4-5 down the road, but I wanted to round up the known potential antagonists remaining out in the world, roughly ranked in order of known hostility:

Chungledown Bim. Certainly the MOST hostile of opponents, we know he's not dead post-Boy's Night (whenever Boy's Night is supposed to fit into the Quangle) because he's on Fabian's nemesis alert.

Arianwen Abernant. Evidently she has recovered her magic, probably while Cassandra was corrupted into a more Nightmare King-ish state. She was pretty pissed at Aelwyn and Adaine the last time we saw her over the whole death of Angwyn thing; I somehow don't think being chased around Sylvaire by the vand will have improved her mood.

Bobby Dawn. The full extent of his involvement in the Junior Year plot is uncertain, but he sure as hell wasn't helping things. Also some real potential hate between him and the party over the Sandra Lynn thing; while Fig might be gone in a Senior Year I'm going to ignore that for these rankings and in any case Sandra Lynn still lives with Kristen and Adaine regardless, so I think that conflict would be born out. I also think there's a strong case for a clash of pantheons style story going on in the background, and Bobby here would be front and center on the Sol-Helio-maybe Galicaea side.

Kalina. I don't necessarily think Kalina actually IS a traitor to Cassandra the way that Kristen thinks and Ankarna thinks; I almost believe that her turning up at the end of Junior Year was a reaction to them deciding to hunt her, in fact. That being said, while I think Kalina is fully team Cassandra, I also think (and even understand!) that she is most definitely NOT team Kristen, who did let Cassandra kind-of-die and now is splitting her attention. So what's Kalina's play now? I think she's going to try to push for Bobby Dawn to add Cassandra back to the Sol-Helio-Galicaea pantheon, which would be to her a much more stable foundation to keep Cassandra alive on than Kristen.

The Automatons that are going to be hunting Fig. Yes, these are self-evidently a way to excuse that Fig won't be around to help out if there's a senior year and Emily chooses to not play Fig. They're also kind of hilarious, especially since they open up all kinds of questions like 'wait did Sandra Lynn spend her first year of adventuring fighting off killer statues of Arthur Aguefort?' They'd be higher except they're only hostile to 1/6th of the Bad Kids.

Gertie Bladeshield. Also only hostile to 1/6th of the Bad Kids at present, though Cassandra knows if any of them speak up in Kristen's defense she'll probably swear a vow of emnity to them too. Could probably be made up with via a sincere apology, or at least by setting her up with someone.

The Court of Stars and Princess Nara. Now we're into the dubiously hostile territory, because this might not lead to actual conflict, but if there IS a clash of pantheons between the Sol one and the Ankarna-Cass one then the most obvious fight other than Cassandra is over where Galicaea ends up. The members of the Court of Stars we met this season seemed much more, um, I'll use the word chilled out than Angwyn and Kir of last year, but it still feels like a mercurial thing.

Arthur Aguefort. I've been saying for a very long time that the only boss fight that makes sense for a Senior Year IS to have to fight Arthur Aguefort himself; it doesn't even necessarily have to be a 'he's evil' sort of thing, but could just be a 'you're the best party we've had in centuries and I wanna throw down'. He dropped some hints at it in the finale, of course, too!

#fhjy spoilers #fhjy #fantasy high #dimension 20

[puppy-steve]

G | 753 words

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles' prompt: graduation tags: emma verse, modern au, famous corroded coffin, steddie being over the top parents

tagging some of the emma fans: @steves-strapcollection @tboygareth @patchworkgargoyle @steddieas-shegoes @theheadlessphilosopher

@worstsequence @hammity-hammer

"Does she know where we're sitting?" Eddie asks as they shuffle down the rows of plastic seats, his bulky digital camera hanging around his neck by the strap.

(Eddie wanted to bring their tour photographer, Cody, but Steve had to gently remind him that the school already had one hired. Eddie only sulked for an hour.)

Steve levels him a look. "If she doesn't see us, then she'll spot one of these goons and follow the line." He points over his shoulder to their accompanying party.

Wayne is directly behind him, followed by Robin and Chrissy. Jeff, Gareth, Freak, and the kids shuffle in behind them. As much as Eddie doesn’t like flaunting his celebrity status around, he had to call ahead the week before to request an entire row to be reserved just to fit all of them.

His baby is graduating kindergarten, he'll be damned if he doesn't pull out all the stops. They’re even having a little graduation party for her at the house afterwards—a backyard BBQ with everyone and the rest of the tour crew and family who couldn't make it to the ceremony.

Not long after everyone is seated, Pomp and Circumstance crackles out of the loudspeakers and the kids start to walk down the aisle in pairs. It's definitely not perfect, some kids take too-eager steps and some stop to hug their parents, but the teachers do their best to guide them.

Steve starts recording with his phone the second they spot Emma, the digital chime of Eddie's camera shutter clicking away beside him. Her curls are barely tamed in the side pony she asked Eddie to put it in, but it matches the whole 'rocker' vibe she's got going on.

Amongst the sea of summer dresses and pressed toddler slacks, their little girl is wearing her black denim battle vest over a light purple Hannah Montana shirt Steve had gotten at a yard sale, with a pale blue frilly tutu and a pair of silver glitter leggings and her black boots.

She looks nervous, though. Tense. Her shoulders are drawn up and her hands are clasped in front of her. Brown eyes dart this way and that around the room trying to spot a familiar face in the crowd and it breaks Steve's heart to watch his kid be so anxious. Her teacher said she did great at practice yesterday, but that was without the fifty pairs of eyes on her.

Mike is sitting on the end and she finds him easily, her eyes lighting up in recognition, but there's still a worried crease between her eyebrows that doesn't smooth out until she's locking eyes with her dads. She gives them a tiny wave as she walks by.

They both give her encouraging thumbs up and Eddie wishes he could just snatch her up and run out of the building with her.

They eventually get all the kids filed in and the principal stands behind the podium on the stage to welcome everyone. She goes through the awards first (Emma receives one for reading above her grade level, something that Eddie is very proud of) before the kids line back up to receive their little diplomas.

Halfway through the list, Eddie suddenly elbows Steve. "Shit, I didn't hear her name, did we miss her?"

His phone is still recording. "Dude, her last name is M, we're still in the J's."

"Oh, right."

Emma's class is only about 50 or so kids so it doesn't really take that long to get to her name, but Steve and Eddie are still vibrating with the anticipation.

"Emma Munson."

Immediately, their entire entourage is up on their feet and cheering and yelling. It's way too loud for the cafeteria setting they're in, and it echos, and you can definitely tell which of them are in the famous metal band.

Emma's little cheeks turn the same color as her glasses but her grin is big and wide as she holds her certificate in front of her for the picture. Both Steve and Eddie are rapid fire pressing the shutter buttons on their cameras.

Once she's off the stage, the principal clears her throat. "A reminder to please hold all applause until the end of the ceremony, thank you." She gives them a not-so-subtle glare over the rims of her own glasses.

Sheepishly, their group sits back down and is quiet once more.

"We're gonna be worse during her eighth grade graduation, right?" Steve whispers to Eddie.

"Oh, absolutely. She'll want to kill us afterwards."

#my school district only did graduations for preschool/8th grade/high school so idk how accurate this is #cj talks #cj writes #🐣 #steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie dads

[campbenji]

*JWCT SPOILERS* very messy first thoughts

OH BOY here we go

-ben and darius's dynamic was epic. the hug. the roadtrip scenes. "is your friend okay?" "no 😊". ben getting darius out of his isolation cabin and darius grounding him in ep2. the parallels with s3ep7. "you kiss your mother with that mouth?" i'm gonna be thinking about that scene for days. their ship is still a swim to me but please they better keep whatever the fuck they have going on in s2 because it's fucking wonderful

-i love that they took the chance to give more light to duos we didn't see much in jwcc. teamups we didn't often see like ben and sammy, THE B-DUO, and darius and sammy got very special moments here

-the amount of pictures/videos from the six years in between??? the brooklynn flashbacks??? we were so well fed

-BRAND!!!!!! i got so happy when i heard him the first episode, he's clearly been checking on his brother and i'm glad he's ok

-bowman family FEAST. brand and darius talking over the phone. the pictures on the cabin. kenji saying he calls mrs. bowman once a week and all the nice things he said about her. the whole mess between kenji and darius. "we're brothers, right?" i died dead. i love this family your honor

-sammy. she's got so much going on and we desperately need to talk about it. i'm so worried about her, she's desperately trying to avoid confronting what happened with brooklynn, with yaz and her own trauma, and then they casually dropped on us that her family isn't speaking to her and never elaborated on that?? sammy, who's love and care for her family was her biggest motivation in jwcc?? i need to know what happened because it must've been big

-mateo!! i liked him a lot, he definitely doesn't want to get into any of this mess but still dabbles around a bit to help the kids, which i respect. also i hope we get to meet his daughter hiraya, she sounds really cool

-MS MICROBANGS (or the handler, or whatever name we're calling her). what is her deal. who is she working for. she's so uncanny, literally almost robotic i need to know more about her

-brookenji over i cheered. don't take this personally i've never been a fan of this ship and a part of me knew they weren't going to last long

-the animation increased in quality so much. the scene after ben, yaz and sammy get out of the sinking van is so well done it's so pretty to look at. and the t-rex with the explosion behind her? it reminds me so much of toro in the tunnels in s1ep8, and i haven't tested this out but i feel like if you put them one next to the other the improvement would be so noticeable.

-also related to the point above: that thing when a character's eyes start filling up with tears but they don't cry just yet? 10/10. chef's fucking kiss

-sure jwct has the same tv-y7 rating as jwcc, but from minute 1 it's obvious it's not the same audience they're talking to. it's not a big change in tone, like for example adventure time/distant lands/fionna and cake, but it's there, you can tell they know it's not little kids watching anymore

-BUMPY IS HAVING A BABY BUMPY IS A MOM NOW they had me shit scared for her and then they pulled a freaking egg my heart was literally pounding. anyways i hope they get both bumpy and the egg somewhere safe and that they name the new anky "speckles" (i've gotten so attached to that name in the last 24 hours it's insane)

-YASAMMY THE QUEENS THAT YOU ARE. their relationship was stellar this season, i was scared when i saw that they were apart but their issues felt organic to their relationship and i just love how they were written in the show, they are still so in love with each other and i can't wait to see where they go next season. they're everything to me

-yeah they were apart for half the season but. benji crumbs. the egg cradle scene. kenji helping ben after he got hit with the stun gun. basically all they did was act like they knew each other but idc. we are so back.

-the brooklynn reveal was... meh?? it could've been more rewarding if they waited until s2 to reveal she's still alive, but at least i hope they take their time before reuniting her with the rest of the camp fam. also i can't believe ppl even guessed what arm she was going to lose y'all have prophetic powers or smth

-bringing daniel back to kill him the same episode was an insane move btw. i would've normally complained but it's all worth it for causing the panic attack scene in ep7. kenji's reaction felt so genuine, i'm forever in awe at how well this show writes grief and trauma

-i'm so conflicted about darius's confession. i like dinostar, but i feel like it wasn't needed for darius to be in love with brooklynn to explain the voicemails and the way he was dealing with her death. she was one of his closest friends, his grief made sense even with them being platonic. on the other hand, i love how he admitted it to kenji and the fact they didn't turn it into a huge fight between them; also, "i didn't know i could even feel that way" aroace/acespec darius truthers never lose

-maybe it's just that i need to rewatch, but i'm lost as to where they're going next season?? i know they're getting on a boat but where does that go?? what are they trying to do?? there's so much happening my head is spinning

-ben... he kind of felt like the comic relief for most of the show, the first episodes showed him as being really paranoid again and struggling with being alone, but halfway through the season they just sort of forgot about it?? idk something was off

-bring back kenji's old latin spanish va idk who this guy is but that is not kenji i can't do this. i'll survive the loss of ryan potter but i won't survive this

anyways yeah i think those are most of my uncooked thoughts, overall i really liked the season, i can't believe we got to see the kids again this is still so unreal to me

#c rambles about jwcc #jwct #jwct spoilers #chaos theory spoilers #jurassic world chaos theory #chaos theory #camp cretaceous

[w2soneshots]

Honeymoon -W2S

Words: 0.5k+

Warnings: light smut, swearing.

In which you and Harry enjoy your romantic honeymoon in the Maldives.

a/n: this is my 100th one shot!!💌 Thank you to everyone who interacts with my posts and also my silent viewers💞. I hope you enjoy this part two to the wedding fic🫶🏼. Love ya!🤗

Me and Harry got married yesterday. Today we're leaving for our honeymoon and I'm so excited. We decided on the Maldives. It's private, beautiful and has great food. We spent the night in a nice airbnb then grabbed our pre packed bags and left for the airport. Some people don't immediately go on their honeymoon but since we had a small wedding we wanted to get straight into the holiday.

When we arrived (after a very long flight) the warm air hit my face and I savoured it. Luckily the British weather had blessed us with sun for our outdoor wedding but it definitely wasn't the warmest. We had to get a sea plane to actually get to the island where we'll be staying. When it landed we were taken to our villa and given a quick tour by one of the staff.

"This place is beautiful! I can't believe we have an entire week here." I turned to Harry once the man had left. He pulled me into him. "I know, I can't wait." He smirked at me. I raised my eyebrows. "I need to get ready for dinner." I pulled away from him. "Just a quickie?" He proposed. I ran back towards him. "Five minutes." I told him. "Mhm." He hummed as he yanked my shirt over my head.

Ten minutes later we hopped into the shower then I began getting ready for dinner. I blow dried my hair, put on a little bit of makeup then picked out a pretty white sundress. I slipped on some matching white sandals then went to find Harry. I found him stood outside looking at the view. I smiled. He turned then his eyes widened. "Oh wow." He looked me up and down.

We walked to the restaurant hand in hand. It felt amazing to have no work, fans or proper responsibilities to worry about. We're just in our own little world. When we sat down to eat (at one of the cute outdoor tables) we ordered some drinks. We'd both already decided that we weren't going to drink loads during this week since we didn't want to wake up every morning with a headache so I ordered a fancy mock tail.

By the time we'd eaten our food it was already getting dark. Harry payed then we walked back to the villa. He unlocked the door and I went inside. Immediately his hands were roaming my body from behind. I turned around in his grip. Then I cocked my head to the side. He smirked at me once again. I gently kissed his lips. Suddenly the kiss turned desperate. Harry pressed me up against the wall, his hands either side of my head. I held onto his face.

Quickly he removed his shirt. Then he broke the kiss and turned his attention to my dress. Gently his hands pulled the thin straps from my shoulders. The dress fell to the floor with a light thump, pooling around my feet. I kicked it away. He admired my body, now only wearing a small white thong. "I'll never get bored of you. You're so fucking incredible." He breathed out. I smiled then lightly kissed his lips. "Then fuck me." I whispered into his mouth. Harry flung me over his shoulder in one swift swoop. I giggled as he dropped me onto the massive bed. "Don't you worry mrs Lewis, I will."

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[mammonsrockstargf]

Hiiii! I’m the anon that asked for the 2 MC’s I also just happened to be an extremely nosy and drama loving person. >:) Soo….with that said may I request from headcaons for the brothers when the 2 MC’s get into a massive argument? Insults are said, fists are thrown, and to make it even harder to pick the right side, both sides are equally understandable. (Let’s just say that this takes place after all the pacts are obtained) Thank you if you decide to do this!!! :3

The brothers' reaction to two MCs getting in a big fight.

I think Lucifer would act as a sort of mediator in a situation like this. He's the oldest brother, and although he can be prideful, he's used to forcing his brothers to work out their issues. His office door will always be open if one of you feel the need to talk, however, he's not the type to coddle you. If you go to Lucifer with your problems, you can expect to get solutions.

"I'm upset that they did this," "Well, have you talked to them about it?" "No, but–" "Ah, no buts. Go talk to them, and then come back to me."

Mammon is distraught. His two favourite humans are fighting? He doesn't want to choose which one of you he has to hang out with; he wants to hang out with both of you at the same time. Please, and thank you very much! I honestly think he would be more affected by your argument than you are. Expect that you'll have to cuddle him and assure him that you still love him, and no, it's not your fault that we're fighting Mams. Stop worrying. Divorced child, right here, fellas.

"You sure it's not because of me?" "Mams, I've told you like six hundred times at this point." "Yeah, but you're sure, right?"

Leviathan doesn't like fighting. He also doesn't like confrontation and he kind of stinks at giving advice upright. However, if you shape it up to be a Reddit AITA post, then he'll give great advice. Levi is the one you go to when you need distractions. He'll sit beside you in silence and play video games for hours, but you'll have to make a schedule for when each of you visit him because he is not dealing with you two fighting over who gets to hang out with him.

"They are just so frustrating, it makes me want to–" "Hey, this is a war-free zone, no angry ranting." "AITA for making my friend–"

Satan can feel the energy in the house, and I like to think he gets kind of high off it. Especially if fists are thrown, he gets all giddy and has to restrain himself. Human emotions are just so intoxicating. He tries his best to keep his distance because he doesn't want to make things any worse. I would stay clear of this guy until things get resolved, just to be safe.

"Ugh, I just wanna punch them in the face!" "Hihihi, ah, no, that wouldn't be good, don't do that."

Asmodeus, aka the biggest gossiper on earth? He needs to hear both of your sides of the story immediately, but because you're his humans and not just some irrelevant randos, I think he would actually be kind of reasonable. He'll hear each of you out separately, and especially if both sides are valid, he'll validate you and might even gasp for dramatic effect. Eventually, he gets sick of it, though, he misses self-care nights, and it's not as fun when you're only two people. He needs both of his humans together. He'll start pestering you to talk it out, and he won't relent until you do. He's definitely not above locking the two of you in a room together if he needs to.

"Asmo, let us out!" "Not until you talk about it! I'm gonna go on a date now, don't kill each other before I get back, m'kay?"

Beelzebub thinks the solution is a tub of ice cream and a really big spoon. He'll let you sit for hours, patiently listening until you've got it all out, but he'll be snacking the whole time through it. He's also the type to keep insisting that you hear the other person out. Family is important, okay? And you're all family now, so you gotta stick together.

"And then they said that I was selfish and–" "You gonna finish that tub of ice cream?" "Uh, no, I'm done." "Okay, I'll take it then. You were saying?"

Belphegor does not care. You're very welcome to come have naps, and he's a little annoyed that he can't nap with you both, but honestly, he can't be bothered with all that. Go talk to Beel about it, please. If you get sad about it, while with him, he'll just hold you till you feel better.

"Are you crying again?" "No, I'm not..." "Come here, don't cry, please."

Overall, I think all of the brothers would get pretty tired of it eventually; it might be called House of Lamentation, but that doesn't mean they like it to be so gloomy all of the time. Expect yourselves to be locked in a room or trapped in a video game until you resolve whatever problems you have going on.

Hi lovie, I'm sorry that this took a while, I hope you like it nevertheless! I'm happy that you think I'm cool enough to come back and request a second time. <3

Dividers by @/cafekitsune

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[live-laugh-lenney]

Hey do you think you could write something like maybe Arthur hill girlfriend going to the mummy’s boy podcast show maybe making an appearance on stage then going out with Arthur George and Arthur afterwards all good if not thanks x

i love the idea of yn going on their significant other's podcasts and being a guest on an episode... we definitely need to expand on this idea...

she was their very first guest on the podcast.

sat at the dining table in lisa's kitchen, with the podcast equipment set up around them, as they were still trying to find their feet and the way they wanted to introduce the podcast episodes themselves. at a time when they were still brand-new to the podcast genre and they were testing out different ways to keep people engaged and as well as humoured.

so it only felt right for her to appear during the live show in london for an exciting night in the timeline of the podcast; not that she would have missed it for the world.

in the dressing room, she could hear the crowd for the night getting busier and busier as it neared the set time they were due out on the stage and she couldn't seem to shake the nerves that had her hands shaking and her legs bouncing. her bottle of water left on the table, alongside her phone and her belongings, and she couldn't keep her mind focused on anything happening around her.

being arthur's girlfriend had her in strange situations; especially for a girl who wasn't in the same line of work. where she worked a typical 9 to 5 job, that had her commuting in the early hours and getting home during rush hour, arthur seemed to live a life that was more sporadic and spontaneous as opposed to organised and scheduled. touring, making appearances on people's youtube channels, being given the opportunities that even had him rubbing his eyes in amazement.

"i thought i was supposed to be the nervous, socially awkward one of all of us tonight," arthur frederick spoke as he sat beside her on the sofa, a bottle of beer in his hand that was on the verge of being done before they took to the stage, "you're scared?"

"a little, i guess. this is the first proper public thing we've done as a couple," yn says as she watches her boyfriend finish getting ready in the corner of the dressing room, "we've been seen out together and people have seen me at his shows but..."

"but this is different to all of that," arthur finishes for her and she nods softly, "it never gets easier for me being so public but i usually feel a lot more at ease when i'm with these guys. you know what it's like."

"i think it's just the pre-stage jitters," yn laughs softly, looking up at the clock on the wall and seeing it nearing even closer, "i'm sure we'll be okay out there. it's not like people don't know who we are or have never seen us before."

"i reckon most people are here for you and lisa anyway," george says and drags his chair across the carpeted floor beneath him, reaching over to squeeze her knee reassuringly, "it'll be fun. just think about us all being in the same room together, without the audience in front of us. nothing different to how we're like around a dinner table."

yn smiles softly and nods in agreement; she was fussing over nothing and she knew it would be a walk in the park. they made her feel at ease, they made her feel comfortable and arthur wouldn't have asked her to be a guest if he didn't think she could do it.

"right, stop fussing over my lady and let me at her," arthur insists and brushes passed george to pull yn from her seat, holding her hands tightly in his, "you have nothing to be worried over. you'll be great out there."

"don't make a fool of me," yn warns him and he holds his hands up in surrender, "arthur."

"i won't, i promise. can't say the same for those two rotten scoundrels over there," arthur shook his head with a smirk on his mouth and she snickers softly, "just give it back to them as they give it to you. like the audience isn't there."

and he was right.

on stage, she sat in between lisa and mr television for the first half of the show. and it somehow made her feel more at ease knowing that her and arthur were a little more social awkward in these situations and that they were able to comfort each other. the enjoyment of the night seemed to progress and she felt herself loosen up a lot more than she had done by the end of the first half of the show compared to when she stepped foot on the stage at the beginning and she was eager to get back out once the first half had concluded.

by the end of the show, she didn't want it to end.

saying goodbye to those who had spent the last hour and a half in the audience, listening to her as she waffled on when giving advice and watching the group of them tease and joke around with each other, she was both pleased and upset that it had come to an end.

pleased because she could feel herself becoming overwhelmed with how people had welcomed her in. pleased because people actually liked her and loved to see her and arthur interact as a couple. pleased because, as fun as it was, she needed to come down off of the high that she was feeling.

"now, how did you find that?" arthur questions her as she squeezes his hand reassuringly, allowing george and arthur and lisa to walk on ahead to allow them the chance to linger behind, "you were great out there. people loved you."

"it was still nerve-racking though," she whines softly and looks up at him with a softening look in her eyes, "i did it but don't make me do it again for a while."

"don't fancy coming out and doing a solo on the tour then?"

she shakes her head rapidly and he laughs at her reaction.

"are you sure? think we could do a good duet, maybe we could do a bit of dolly parton and kenny rogers since you did such a brilliant impression of her during your improv out there," he snickers and she could feel her cheeks heating up, "i'm kidding, i'm kidding." xx

#arthur hill #arthur hill imagines #arthur hill fics #arthur hill blurbs #arthur hill headcannons

[strawglicks]

Thoughts on Flint's Previous Job

I've had thoughts about this since the beginning but i was a coward and never said anything, so the time has come to break my silence!!! Let's talk about Flint Bonpyre's previous work.

Flint used to be a member of the Fire Control Authority for 10 YEARS. This is the only employment history he has on record.

They mention this job in their personal statement as well, saying:

"hoping that my abilities could benefit C.O.G.S. Inc., and would be appreciated here in a way they weren't in my previous career. It's, um, apparently possible to burn down "too many" trees in a controlled burn...whoops..."

Flint feels that he wasn't appreciated at his old job, which, as a reminder, he worked at for 10 years straight. 10 years of feeling underappreciated.

They specialized in controlled burns but kept burning down too many trees. But the way they talk about it intrigues me. The use of the word "apparently" and the quotes around "too many" reads as if Flint doesn't actually believe they were in the wrong. They don't think there's a such thing as burning down "too many" trees. They wish they could burn as much as they like with no limitations, and is looking for some kind of position where this aggressive firepower will be praised rather than looked down on, hence "I'm hoping to just lend more firepower to help snuff out some of COGS Inc.'s more Toony problems".

Despite Flint thinking he was right, he still says "whoops" at the end of that statement. He's just used to apologizing whenever things go wrong instead of putting his foot down for what he believes. Flint doesn't want to correct what they did wrong in their previous position, because they don't think they did anything wrong. They just want a job that will encourage and appreciate their reckless arson with no limitations. COGS Inc. serves as that job, seeing as he is encouraged to burn as many toons as he pleases. His special Barnburner attack is also captioned as him "going all out", meaning he's pushing himself to his fullest potential there. He is flourishing in this job when he is able to burn toons.

I also think the amount of time Flint worked their old job plays a part here. Despite feeling underappreciated and never being encouraged to use their full potential, they stuck around for 10 years. I imagine, Flint being a doormat, simply put up with it all that time despite being unhappy.

Flint felt he'd been wronged by his previous job and sought out a position that would appreciate him.

While we're at it, we should speak on this bit of lore:

Despite the fact Flint likes setting things on fire, they panicked when they damaged company property. They're perfectly fine going all out on toons because they are actually ENCOURAGED to do so, but this is a different situation. The fact he started crying and was extremely apologetic shows how anxious they are about screwing up, especially when it might anger the company he works for. Not necessarily because he feels bad, but because it could get him in trouble. He could lose the respect and appreciation he's after. (this also reminds me of how he looks up to cosmo and wants respect from him yet has conflict with his satellites BUT thats another ramble for another day)

There's a huge possibility he picked up on this behavior due to his old job, where he was constantly screwing up and presumably being walked all over for a decade. This situation brought him back to that environment and it warranted an extreme reaction. Being underappreciated and potentially mistreated at your job for 10 years could definitely cause a high level of anxiety and doormat behavior. They've developed a habit to apologize constantly even if they don't feel bad in order to continue being respected by their higher-ups.

The day he walked out of that old job was probably a good one for him.

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[ddarker-dreams]

Locke, I don't interact with fandoms much but uhhh could you help a girl out and explain the appeal to ENVER-EVIL-ASS-GUY-GORTASH??? 😭😭😭

Like I don't see the appeal 😭 but that's ok 🙏 i can be converted !!! Would you care to explain a lil what it is that you like about him? 👉👈

(On another note, how do you feel about Astarion or any other characters you'd like to talk about (just in generallll))

rubbing my lil hands together ... ohohoho........... for months, i have languished in silence, biding my time until i could conduct my Enver Gortash proselytization. i'll begin with some broad strokes then focus in on the dynamic i built a loose storyline around.

among the dead three's chosen, he's the most reasonable (although, to be fair, the competition isn't steep). his willingness to share authority with tav/durge belies a certain pragmatism most power-hungry folk lack. this is probably why bane picked him out from the riffraff. he's vain, sure (what with his portrait being plastered everywhere), but he isn't arrogant. he knows that to see his goals realized, he'll need to cooperate with others. patience, compromise, calm in the face of unexpected circumstances; these attributes disguise and strengthen his tyranny.

this snippet from the readable item, the ultimate state, specifically the bolded portion is of great interest to me:

What is progress? Progress is the movement of society and culture towards a state of collective unity. Without unity, mortals, each with their own individual agenda, blunder against each other, causing friction, conflict, war. Unity - peace and prosperity - is achieved when the collective follows a single agenda, that of one superior person.

he wants a functioning society, not a wretched one, where evil's inflicted for evil's sake. with that out of the way, i can finally elaborate on my neoliberal business major x humanities major dynamic. i'm sorry to everyone who read that cursed sentence, but it describes this relationship so well, i can't bring myself to delete it .

your early interactions with lord gortash are rife with tension. he senses your disdain, finding it more amusing than threatening. you're an idealist, well-intentioned yet naïve to the ways of the world, at least in his initial appraisal. when your path's cross, he entertains your perspective. you dislike his rhetoric, he believes your aims are as likely to happen as a reconciliation between shar and selûne.

you do have potential though — he won't deny that. gortash starts looking forward to your little run-ins (occasionally organizing these 'coincidental' encounters behind the scenes). unlike the other fools championing your bleeding heart cause, you walk the walk. he can't help but admire that quality. you'll inevitably be treated to one of those 'we're not so different, you and i,' spiels from him. you're easy on the eyes and make for pleasant company, this development was inevitable, in his opinion.

you wanted him to be this wicked, heartless monster, he can see your inner conflict when you realize this isn't the case.

there's a thrill in wooing you. gortash begins inviting you over, offering to make concessions on this or that issue should you plead your case effectively enough. and he does so enjoy hearing your arguments. it's a window into the workings of your mind; his latest intrigue. a few goblets of wine in, he's steering the conversation away from politics or philanthropy and into subjects more personal.

he already knows a great deal about you, courtesy of his vast information network. it spans throughout baldur's gate and beyond. naturally, he keeps this information to himself. you may have an inkling of a suspicion, but he's utilized so many proxies that nothing definitive can be traced back to him.

you develop some influence over him. you haven't made him soft per se, he's just more willing to 'do good' then before, since it'll earn your respect. it's still a means to an end.

#enver gortash x reader #answered #Anonymous

[lets-just-daydream]

I Loved You First - Part 10

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Chapter 10: The Disappointments Sunset Brings

Sunset was nearly here and you felt like you were about to cry when Astarion murmured against your skin that Cazador would be here soon. You stood from your bed with a huff and straightened your dress, your face crestfallen. Astarion stood in front of you and cupped your cheeks in his hand and gave you a tender, loving kiss which you returned. 

Neither of you said it, but it was a parting kiss. One that broke your heart more than it already was. 

“Fret not, my love. One thing about me is that I am very sneaky,” Astarion reassured you. “But unfortunately for now I won't be able to sit next to you at meal times.”

“Will you still come and drink from me?” You asked, looking up at Astarion with wide eyes. 

“It would be impossible to keep me from you,” Astarion whispered. “Come, my master will be here soon,” he said with a bitter sneer. 

Before Astarion left your room, he tucked the necklace away under his shirt and you sighed sadly before following him. All of Cazador's spawn stood flanking the doors of the palace and you stood in the middle, glancing at Astarion before Leon stepped forward and opened the doors to the palace, showing the dark sky outside before your eyes landed on Cazador who stepped inside. 

“Fetch my things from the carriage,” he said and Leon was out of the door in an instant. Cazador's eyes then landed on you and he gave you a wide smile, his fangs showing. “My dear.”

“Welcome home, my lord,” you said with a stiff curtsy. 

Cazador took your hand in his with a tut before pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “We're to be wed soon.”

“And it's then that I will call you by your name, my lord.”

Cazador scoffed out a laugh and strolled through the entryway, with you and his other spawn following. “Have you had dinner yet?” Cazador asked. 

“No, I was waiting for you,” you said, trying to keep on his good side. If he even had one. 

“How precious,” Cazador said with a smile, entering the dining room. “You should eat whenever you like, don't wait for me, my dear.”

“You want me to dine alone?” 

“Ask someone else to join you if you get lonely,” Cazador said, hoping that would placate you. “Invite a friend over or something. I don't know what pleases you ladies.”

You weren't sure what happened to Cazador on his travels but he seemed less attentive. Not that it was unwelcome, but it did make you uneasy for some reason, though what that was, eluded you for now. He took his place at the table and you walked around to your chair where Petras pulled it out for you.

“Thank you, Petras,” you said with a smile. 

Cazador glared up at the spawn and he hurried away to the buffet where he grabbed a decanter of wine and filled Cazador's golden goblet. He took a long drink, gulping down what you were sure definitely wasn't wine. He held the goblet out and Petras refilled it for him. 

Cazador looked at the smaller but still sizable spread of food on the table and glared at Petras. “Why is this spread of food so meager?” Cazador barked, glaring up at the poor spawn.

Petras froze. “A-apologies, mas-”

You jumped in to Petras’ defense. “That's my doing, my lord.”

Cazador's eyes snapped to you and he raised a brow and you continued. “With your small appetite and my parents’ departure, the food was far too much, so I told the cook that they really didn't need to prepare so much food. It was just going to waste.” 

“We need not concern ourselves with waste and modesty . This is Szarr Palace and I am Lord Cazador Szarr. We may be due to wed in a week but I’d remind you to know your place,” Cazador said, giving you a look that was just shy of a soul-crushing glare.

You wanted to yell back at him that you hated him, that he was cruel and he was a vampire who didn't eat so why did it matter, anyway but you held your tongue. 

“Apologies, Lord Cazador. It won't happen again,” you murmured. 

The pair of you sat in silence as you slowly ate and he slipped his wine. The silence stretched on and you scrambled in your mind to fill the void. “How were your travels? I'd love to hear all about it,” you said, shifting Cazador's attention back to you. 

You felt the tension leave every spawn's body as Cazador leaned closer to you, his expression and mood seemingly shifting. “My travels were fruitful. I've further secured my… well, I suppose our place in the upper elite of the city. Soon, we will be visiting the grand dukes and hosting them here. Perhaps a garden party one fine day. What do you think?” 

You gulped. So he must have been away working on something for the ritual if he's talking about forays during the day. You found it unlikely that he was just rubbing elbows with Baldur's Gate elite. It took every strain of your concentration not to glance over at Astarion to see his reaction to this revelation, but you managed. 

“Sounds great,” you managed to say while bringing your drink to your lips. 

The rest of Cazador's spawn lined the room and he looked around at them until his eyes fell on Astarion. “There is a package among my things. Bring it to me.”

Cazador's sharp and blunt demands made you uneasy, but Astarion obeyed, leaving the room for a moment before returning with a travel case. 

“Not that one, you fool ,” Cazador sneered. “A package. In delicate papers.”

“My lord,” you gasped. “He made a simple mistake.” 

You saw a corner of Astarion's lip quirk before he left the room again. 

“He is my sp- servant and I treat him as he deserves to be treated.”

You tried to keep your face neutral as Astarion entered the room again, presumably with the correct item because Cazador gestured to him to put it on the table without another word. It looked to be some sort of clothing wrapped in fine papers based on its appearance.

“Thank you, Astarion,” you said as the pale elf resumed his spot at the edge of the room. 

Cazador's eyes flickered to you and his features betrayed a moment of deep irritation before he settled back into a neutral expression. “You don't need to waste your kindness on the servants .” 

Cazador all but spat his words and that familiar uneasiness gnawed at your chest. At that, a few of the spawn looked down at the ground and shifted uncomfortably. You stiffened at Cazador's cruel words and for a moment you didn't have a response. The spawn… Servants… Whatever you called them, they were nice to you and it was clear that Cazador had no care for them.

“You may not wish to, but I prefer to show kindness to those who deserve it.”

Cazador let out a hiss from the back of his throat as he seemed to stew over your words. “So be it,” he said, jaw stiff before downing the rest of his drink. He took a deep breath before reaching for the mysterious package and placing it in front of you. “I've brought you a wedding gift.” 

Your eyes widened and you looked at the package before locking eyes again with Cazador. 

“Go on, open it.” 

You took the package into your lap and pulled at the layers of papers and pulled out a delicate, lacy nightgown. You froze and your eyes slid over to Cazador before you looked again at the suggestive piece of clothing. 

“I do hope you'll wear it on our wedding night,” Cazador chuckled darkly. 

“My lord!” You gasped, embarrassed and dropped the clothing back into the papers it was wrapped in. “Th-this is highly inappropriate!”

Your cheeks flushed and you spared a half-glance at Astarion who despite the circumstances, looked to be holding it together. But the clench in his jaw and the hardness in his eyes was all-telling.

You wrapped the papers back over the nightgown and bit the inside of your cheek, trying to keep your cool. Cazador leaned across to whisper in your ear.

“There are other accessories that go with it, but those are for my eyes only,” Cazador whispered, his breath fanning on the skin of your neck. 

Your skin crawled and you were glad his face was to your ear so Cazador couldn't see the involuntary twitch of your lip. It took every bit of your willpower not to push him away and stab his tongue with your fork. But you instead opted for a shy laugh, hoping that would be enough of a response for him. 

“Now, I'm weary from my travels. Good night, my lady.” 

Cazador rose from his seat and left the room without another word. You sighed, tamping down the urge to crumple the package to the floor and stamp your feet over it. But you still had company in the form of Cazador's spawn. Footsteps approached from behind you and you recognised Violet's voice. 

“Thank you for standing up for us, my lady. Your kindness is unmatched.” 

You offered her a smile and you were met with nodding heads and murmurs of agreement from everyone around the room. 

“I just… don't like the way he talks to you,” you murmured.

“We're quite used to it, but it's nice to receive some true kindness, anyway,” she said before stepping back into her place. 

“You can all leave, you don't have to stand there all night,” you said. The spawn all exchanged glances, looking uneasy. “Honestly. If Cazador gives you any strife I'll tell him… I felt uncomfortable eating my dinner with all of you just standing there watching me,” you said with a laugh. 

Hushed titters from the spawn sounded before some of them filed out of the room, but Astarion stayed where he was. 

“Oh! Petras,” you said as he walked by and he froze, fear on his features. “Did Astarion give you the things?” 

Petras' expression softened from fear into relief. “Yes, my lady is very generous. I didn't ask for that much.” 

“Think nothing of it. Please, go enjoy your night.”

Petras gave you a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes before leaving and judging by his expression, he would probably be out on the town tonight, luring some poor Baldurian to their doom. 

You sighed sadly and slumped back in your chair, dropping Cazador's gift onto the seat next to you. Now that Cazador was back, you needed to get away from the palace, even if just temporarily. You pictured your country home in your mind's eye and you craved to go back, even just temporarily. But your parents would never allow you back home. You had no friends to visit, for they all lived near the estate where your family home was. What would it take to make some friends here, in Baldur's Gate? Could you even do so? You wondered instead if you could go out on the town, even just for a while to have fun, laugh with other people and drink until your belly was full and your vision swam. Dancing to regaled songs from a bard, drinking something other than the wine on offer, the sound of life and laughter and merriment. 

Now that the thought had latched on, and it was actually feasible, the idea excited you, actually. Getting out of the palace and enjoying the nightlife that Baldur’s Gate had to offer that you hadn’t yet experienced. And you weren't married yet, Cazador didn't own you, so what could be the harm? 

Footsteps ahead shook you from your thoughts. “Well, that was quite the display,” Astarion chuckled as he stepped toward the table and around to stand at your side. “Are you alright? I don't think I've ever seen anyone stand up to Cazador and live to tell the tale.” 

You shrugged, looking up at Astarion. “I suppose. I just don't see the need in his senseless cruelty.” 

“Well, that's Cazador,” Astarion said. “Senseless cruelty.” 

“Hmph.” 

Astarion exhaled a laugh. “You're adorable when you pout.”

“That was also quite crass of him, to give me a gift like that in front of you all.” Astarion grimaced. “Yes, well, while it’s not explicitly necessary he was marking his territory.” Astarion’s voice lowered and his lips came to your ear before he continued. “But I suppose I have him beat, there.”

You stared into your lap as your cheeks flushed. Astarion’s smooth words in comparison to Cazador’s attempts at wooing you were night and day. It was so effortless for Astarion to make you feel like some blushing maid. Cazador on the other hand… he made your skin crawl. The time spent in his absence was the best time you’d had at Szarr palace so far, thanks to Astarion, mostly. But even some of the other spawn had begun to warm up to you. 

“Now,” Astarion said. “Shall we get you up to bed?”

You sighed, not feeling tired and feeling more cooped up now that Cazador was back and the nightlife calling to you. “I’m not sure I’m quite ready for bed yet.”

“Oh?” Astarion hummed, a brow quirking.

“Would you take me out to a tavern?” You blurted out. 

Astarion’s eyes widened in surprise. “What?”

“Oh, come on!” You whined. “I’m not married yet and I’d like to enjoy this little bit of freedom while I can!”

“But Cazador…”

“Doesn’t own me. And if he tries to blame you, I won’t stand for it.” Astarion wanted to say yes. He wanted to grant you every single thing you asked for. Even with you promising to stick your neck out for him, the risk was too great. He knew that if Cazador found out that he had escorted you out to the cesspools where he found his victims, he may not even live to see another night. 

“I want to…” Astarion whispered. “But even with your insistence, Cazador will make me live to regret it more than anything. I can’t. I’m sorry.”

You frowned and you almost wanted to beg but it would be selfish to put Astarion at such a risk. “I understand.” Astarion looked crestfallen at having disappointed you and you gave him a smile to reassure him that you didn’t hold it against him. You got up and left the dining room, Astarion watching as you walked away before he glanced down and scoffed, seeing that Cazador’s gift lay forgotten on the chair. 

You made it to your room and let out a grumbled sigh. You would have loved for Astarion to take you out and join you in letting loose, but you couldn’t force him - you would never force him into anything. You weren’t his master and even when you eventually did become mistress of this palace, you wouldn't order him or any of the other spawn around.

And you certainly wouldn't let Cazador of all people order you around. A thought struck you. Astarion may not join you and Cazador didn’t own you, and you could slip out, have fun and then slip back in with everyone being none the wiser. 

The more you thought about it, the more that excitement bubbled in your chest at the juvenile idea of sneaking out. You rushed over to your wardrobe and picked out a plain dress, you wanted to blend in - you weren’t stupid and you knew you could attract the wrong kind of attention if you dressed in your usual lavish clothes. But while the dress was plain, it still accentuated your favourite features. 

You pulled the dress on, let your hair loose and hesitated before opening your minimal kit of makeup and blotted some stain on your lips. You looked at yourself in the full length mirror and a small giggle escaped your lips. Excitement. You grabbed your coin purse and opened your bedroom door, checking the corridor was clear before stepping out and quietly making your way to the staircase and descending. Your heel hit the landing tile with a startling clack and you retreated your foot back onto the carpeted stairs before looking around. No one came out from the oppressing shadows and berated you so you took a moment to slip your shoes off before landing on the tiles with your bare feet and quietly crossing the entryway. You made it to the ornate palace doors and slipped your shoes back on before quietly opening them and sneaking out into the fresh night air. 

You hadn’t truly experienced the freedom of the night since arriving at Szarr palace. You’d been out on the balcony a couple of times but that hardly counted you figured, as you walked across the cobbles to the gates of the grounds. You opened a gate and it creaked open but before you could let yourself get spooked by the grating sound, you made your escape with a smile on your lips as you trotted into the bustling nightlife of the city. 

It occurred to you as you walked through the cobbled lamp-lit streets that the lights were dim in the dark of the night but you could still swear that the night out here was brighter than inside Szarr palace, even during the day. You walked around and tried to keep your ear out for rowdy laughter and drunken singing. You weren’t exactly sure what a tavern sounded like but you figured that was your best bet. And you were correct. You followed as the faint noise of chatter slowly grew until it was nearly deafening, a chorus of laughter, bard-song and people chattering away, leading you to a place you now read the sign for: Elfsong Tavern. 

You hummed and approached the door, quickly stepping aside with a gasp as it swung open and two men stumbled out, one seemingly holding the other in a headlock. You took the opportunity to slip through the door and were quickly engulfed in warm torchlight, the smell of beer hung in the air and your shoes stuck slightly to the sticky floor. But you were excited. This is what you were here for. Astarion or no, you were going to make the most of this night while you could. 

You stepped through, approaching the bar slowly as you took in your surroundings. The innkeeper gave you a onceover and exhaled through his nose gruffly. “I’ve not seen you around here before.” You froze for a moment, wide-eyed. The man behind the bar was young, long hair framing his clean-shaven face. You couldn't deny it, he was handsome. “I-I’m new to the city,” you stammered. 

Not technically a lie. 

“What’ll you have?”

You blinked, your mouth hanging open slightly.

“To drink ,” the innkeeper said. 

“Umm…” You hesitated. 

Honestly your train of thought hadn’t made it that far yet. 

Sneak out. Check. 

Find a tavern. Check.

Make it inside. Check. 

Order a drink. Hmm…

“A mug of ale for the lady, Alan,” an elf with short brown hair and green eyes sitting on the stool next to you finally said. 

The innkeeper, Alan, turned away and grabbed a mug to the barrels lining the back wall.

You turned and looked at the stranger with a smile. “Thank you.”

He, too, was handsome with long elven ears, strong jawline and kind face. ‘Wow, Baldur's Gate is full of attractive people and I've ended up with Cazador…’ you thought to yourself. You caught yourself and shame tinged at the thought. Then you recalled your exchange with him earlier and you landed on the fact that Cazador’s attitude and disregard for his vampire spawn was what made him least attractive of all.

“Even without saying you’re new in the city, it’s painfully obvious,” he chuckled. 

You winced. “Is it?”

He nodded as your drink was placed before you and he tossed a coin over the bar. Your hand flew to your coin purse. “Oh no- you don’t have to-” You stammered. 

“Join me for a chat while you have your drink, if you like,” he said. 

You found yourself seeking the seat that was conveniently at your hip and sitting, taking the mug and swallowing a sip. The liquid filled your mouth and you swallowed it down quickly, coughing at the bitter taste. 

“Don’t like it?” He laughed as he reached across and patted your back. 

“It’s not bad,” you managed to sputter out. “Just not used to… ale?”

The stranger nodded in understanding and stuck his hand out to introduce himself. “I’m Ailas.”

You took his hand and introduced yourself in turn. 

“So, newcomer to Baldur’s Gate,” he said. “How did you find yourself here?”

Your brows raised quickly at his question and the last thing you wanted was to talk about your… predicament. “It’s a long story.”

“It always is around here,” he replied. 

You instead settled for small talk, avoiding mentioning where you currently reside and your… relationship with Cazador Szarr. One drink turned to two and two quickly turned into four as you laughed and chatted, your heart feeling light as you put the misery of your situation out of your head. Your mind swam with the several drinks you’d had and Ailas smoothed his hair over with his hand, an unspoken look behind his eyes that you vehemently decided you were going to ignore. 

The air around you suddenly felt too stifling and you looked around before turning back to your drinking partner.

“Excuse me a moment,” you said as you stepped down from your seat and headed off in the direction of the bathroom. 

You stepped inside and took a moment to take a deep breath. The drink, the stuffy tavern air, the music and chatter had finally overwhelmed you and you approached the basin to pat some cool water onto your warm face. You’d had your fun and a few drinks and it was probably time to head back to the palace. You weren’t exactly sure how long you’d been out but a couple of hours had passed at least, surely. How you were going to be able to sneak back into the palace in the state you were in without rousing anyone, you didn't know. 

You stepped out of the bathroom and approached Ailas at the bar. “Thank you for a fantastic night.”

He leaned back onto the bar and offered you a smile. “The pleasure was all mine. What are your plans now, then?” He asked, a suggestive lilt in his voice. 

You pressed your lips together as you thought about how long you'd been out. “I must get going home.”

You stepped away and turned to leave but your drinking partner grabbed your arm and held you in place. “Alone?” He asked, his voice tinged with hope. 

You tugged your arm from his grip, your good mood quickly turning sour. “Yes. Alone.”

He stood and followed you through the tavern and out into the quieter cool night. “Why don't I join you?” He asked, one of his arms snaking around your stomach from behind. 

Your blood ran cold and you winced as you felt him pull you close. This was not what you wanted when you came out tonight - you just needed to let loose and enjoy a bit of freedom before whatever marriage with Cazador was going to be like. 

“No. Let me go ,” you slurred as you tried to pull away from him, but gods he was stronger than he looked and the drinks were making you groggy. 

You let out a frustrated huff as he held you to him, leading you away from the tavern with a chuckle. “I knew you'd see it my way. Trust me, you won't regret this.” 

Before you could get too far from the safety of the tavern, Ailas’ hands dropped from your body. You breathed a sigh of relief, figuring maybe he really was taking no for an answer. You turned to look at him but caught sight of him just as he landed on the floor. You whipped around and pulled your skirts away as you looked down at him. 

“What in the sweet hells are you doing out here?!” An angry but very familiar voice asked you. 

Your head shot up and you saw Astarion frowning at you before he spared a glare at the elf now sprawled in the dirt. You felt embarrassment wash over you as Astarion now came around and grabbed you by the elbow and led you away from the scene. 

“Answer me. What are you doing here?” 

“I- I just came out for the night,” you rushed out, wrenching your arm from his grip. “Didn't think this would happen.”

“You came out here alone ? Why would you do something so stupid?” Astarion questioned, his voice slightly shrill.

You gulped and looked down at the ground. “I didn't do anything wrong. I just wanted to enjoy the night and you said no, and I figured there'd be no harm.” 

You could tell by the look on Astarion’s face that he was livid and you shied away from him.

“Are you upset with me?” You slurred, the adrenaline now wearing off and your head feeling the drinks once again now that imminent danger had passed. 

Astarion's angry face softened and he stepped closer to you. “No, of course not. I understand why you came out but there are people out there with… dubious intentions.” He looked pointedly at Ailas who was now coming to. 

‘People like you?’ You wanted to ask, remembering what he had told you about Cazador's tastes for fresh blood. You vanished the thought and sighed. 

Astarion gently guided you away from the tavern before he turned back and wordlessly knocked Ailas on the back of the head to knock him out and hauled him up on his shoulder. 

“Were you out to bring someone to Cazador?” You asked, eyeing the unconscious elf on Astarion's shoulder.

Astarion exhaled through his nose and nodded. 

“Does it have to be him? He was my companion tonight.” 

Astarion gritted his teeth and his red eyes darted over to yours. “Yes. I came out to find some low-life, and I found one.”

“But- He didn't do anything wrong.” 

This caused Astarion to stop and turn to face you. “If you had just stayed in the palace and not come out, you wouldn't have met with the horrors of the night,” Astarion said stiffly. “Unfortunately for you, your drinking buddy is a sleaze and I need to present Cazador with a fresh meal so I don't get flayed tomorrow. So please excuse my self-preservation.”

You blinked and looked down at the ground. You felt awful. Complicit in the date that was about to befall Ailas.”Astarion…” 

The pale elf tugged on the elf on his shoulder and continued the walk up to the palace, wordlessly. You didn't understand, of course you couldn't. You didn't understand centuries of torture, bloodlust and wishing for the sweet release of death, knowing it would never come. Astarion didn't hold it against you but your sweet words and kind heart weren't going to sway the outcome of this evening. 

You crossed the park and saw the palace looming above you, an uncomfortable but familiar pit settling in your gut. You slowed down and looked up the monstrous building tearfully. Astarion slowed beside you and followed your line of sight, a sigh escaping his lips. 

“I don't want to go back,” you whispered. 

“I know.” 

“What if I just… ran away?” You asked, your drunken mind letting your fantasies take control of your thoughts. “What if we just both disappeared tonight and never returned?” 

“If it were that simple,” Astarion said with a bitter laugh. “I would have done that hundreds of years ago.” 

You looked to see his brows furrowed in displeasure as he looked up at the palace. Also with disdain and not entirely different to your own reasons. Being inside of it or looking at it from the outside, it was a soul-sucking place. The air about it was stale, cold and oppressive. Sure, the building itself was pretty but now that you knew what lurked within and the cruel master who controlled his spawn like puppets, you saw nothing but a prison. You dreaded returning. 

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the baker's daughter - lunch!

synopsis Y/n L/n works at a small bakery owned by her parents. One day, a pro hero in training shows up asking for 400 cupcakes

Chapter 3 - lunch!

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"Well what're we waiting for? I ask with a giggle. Todoroki nods and the two of us walk into the restaurant. We stand by the hostess podium for a couple minutes before someone comes to us.

"Hello, table for two?" She asks. She had her eyes locked on Todoroki, not even bothering to look at me. I shift uneasily where I stand.

"Yes," he simply answers. The hostess nods and grabs two menus before leading us to a table with two chairs. I take a seat and Todoroki does the same.

"Someone will be here soon to take your order," the worker says. Todoroki nods and opens his menu. Though I can tell he already knew what he wanted.

"Do you know what you want?" Todoroki asked.

I nodded, "Mak-guksu." The thought of the meal alone was enough to make my mouth water.

His eyes lit up, "I was planning on that too. Is it your favorite?"

"Oh definitely! It's so good," I replied.

"It's my favorite too," Todoroki smiled softly.

"Look at us twinning!" I laughed. We sit in silence for a minute. "What's it like training to be a hero?"

"it can be stressful, but I think it'll be worth it. What's it like being quirkless?" Todoroki asked.

"It's weird. You know you grow up in a world where everyone around you has some sort of quirk and you're just a nobody. You start to feel bad," I shrug. "I got over my FOMO though, I don't care anymore. I was born this way, there was nothing I could've done to get a quirk."

Todoroki hummed in acknowledgement, lacking the words to reply. I was used to that, any quirk user I talked to got awkward when it came to talking about quirks. They thought I was fragile and emotional when I came to the subject, but really that was more of a struggle for my dad. The waitress came back with a small notepad in her hand.

"Good afternoon! I'm Hana and I'll be your waitress today," she greeted. Much like the hostess, her eyes were locked on Todoroki. She didn't even glance in my direction. I cross my arms subconsciously from insecurity. "Can I get you started with any drinks?"

"Yes, I'll have the green tea and she'll have the..." Todoroki answered he trailed off for me to answer.

"[Favorite Drink], please," I added. The Hana's eyes look briefly in my direction. Her lips tugged into a smirk as she tried holding back her laugh.

"Anything else?" She asks.

"Yes, we're ready to order," Todoroki said. I nodded in agreement, but the waitress wasn't looking at me.

"Great, what will you be having?"

"Two orders of mak-guksu," Todoroki answered.

Hana nodded and wrote our order on her notepad. "I'll be back out with your drinks."

Todoroki nods and turns his attention over to me. His look alone was enough to make me self-conscious, but I don't know why. "Are you ok?" He asked.

"Did you see the way she looked at me?" I ask as I play with my hair.

"I wasn't really paying attention," Todoroki honestly said. I nod and we start a simple conversation.

"We took a trip to the USJ a little bit ago. When we got there, we were swarmed with villains," Todoroki said.

"That's horrible, I'm sorry that happened to you," I replied with a frown. I reached over and placed a comforting hand on his own which was stationary on the table.

"It wasn't too bad, most of the students were alright. Our teacher and fellow staff members were the true victims. Aizawa-sensei was in a full-body cast for days," Todoroki added.

"Either way, you are still just a kid. Villains shouldn't be attacking your school trips," I say. He nods.

Hana returns with our drinks in her hands. She gently placed Todoroki's green tea on the table before she turned to face me. As she placed my [Favorite Drink] on the table, her hand swiped it and knocked it over, spilling it all over my outfit. "Dude!" I say loudly, but not loud enough to be a shout.

"oh my, I'm so sorry," Hana said without a trace of remorse in her tone. Todoroki picks up on her lack of concern and glances at her with annoyance.

"Where's your bathroom?" I ask.

"Over there," Hana said as she pointed. I borderline stomp my way over to the bathroom, annoyance evident on my face. I slam open the bathroom door and let myself in, heading to the sinks and grabbing paper towels.

"Stupid freaking waitress..." I grumbled angrily. "Can't even pretend to be sorry." I wipe and pat down my clothes and skin, getting the excess liquid off my body. I walk out of the bathroom and see Todoroki waiting for me just outside the door.

"We're leaving," Todoroki simply said. His voice was even and neutral, but I could tell something irked him.

"Ok, why?" I ask. The two of us made our way out of the restaurant.

"I didn't like how she disrespected you. When you left to the bathroom, she asked for my number and started insulting you," Todoroki explained.

"Oh. I figured," I said. "It was kinda obvious she didn't like me, her attention was on you the whole time."

"I didn't think she'd insult you to my face though. I'm sorry for the way you were treated, you didn't deserve that," Todoroki said.

"it's not your fault, Todo. I'm a big girl, I can handle myself. Trust me, she's lucky I didn't start fighting her," I laughed.

"I'll take you home now and we can go out for lunch some other time, if you'd like," Todoroki said.

I nodded, though I was slightly disappointed our day would end. He looked at me for a second before looking away. Both of us wanted to continue hanging out, but neither of us wanted to say something. We walked in silence to the bakery. "Bye, Todoroki."

"Goodbye, L/N," Todoroki replied. My heart ached as I closed the door behind me. He walked away, unknowingly having that same aching feeling in his chest.

"You're home early," Mom said. She had just walked out of the kitchen and stood behind the counter, the bell above the entry door probably gave away my presence.

"The waitress didn't like me and spilled my drink all over my outfit," I say dully. Mom just hummed.

"Well, go change. Maybe take a nap too," Mom replied. She walked over to me and gave me a quick side hug.

"Right. Goodnight, mom," I said.

"Goodnight, Y/N. I'll see you tomorrow," she placed. Kiss on the side of my head and let me walk off. I trudged my way to my room. I changed out of my soiled clothes and put on pajamas instead. My phone dinged and I looked at the notification. It was a message from Todoroki.

My heavy heart became lighter as I thought about what Saturday would bring. I hoped it would be better than today. But either way, I was excited to be spending time with Todoroki.

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Scary? Your divine

Just a quick little fic I thought of

No warnings that I can think of

Omega laughs as terzo jokes

"Yea! So Nihil was like "you better not be going out again" and you know what I did?" Terzo asks with a cheeky smirk

Omega rolls his eyes with a smile

"oh? What did you do?" He asks, already knowing the answer

"I went out again! But this time in the sheer top, leather pants and the heeled boots just to piss him off more!" Terzo says with a laugh

"Your such a trouble maker!" Omega says between laughs

Well Omegas known Terzo since he was just a cardinal since he played for the other Papas

They've always got a long well

maybe a bit too well

They flirted, cuddled, hangout outside of band practice or recording and we're definitely more then friends

But one thing was, Terzo's never seen Omega's face

Omega always Wore the mask

He's taken off the mask around the other ghouls and in the ghouls den but immediately has to put it on around the clergy since it's a stupid clergy rule

Terzo loved Omega and of course was gonna wait untill Omega wanted to show his face to him but the thought and wonder was always in the back of his mind

They've slept in Terzo's bed but Terzo still hasn't seen his face there either since Omega fell asleep after Terzo and wakes up before him

Terzo decided that today was the day he was gonna see Omega's face if Omega was willing to show

Terzo takes a small deep breath and looks over at Omega who is sitting at Terzo's desk tuning his guitar

"Hey Megs?" Terzo begins, a smirk resting on his face

Omega looks up "hm?" Seeing Terzo's smirk already tells him that this probably won't end up well

"Would you ever show me what's underneath the mask?" Terzo asks, running a hand through his hair

"is it allowed? I'm pretty sure we're not supposed to be unmasked outside of the den" Omega asks, not scared of showing his face but scared of getting in trouble with the clergy

Terzo shrugs

"I'm Papa now, the Clergy's opinion and stupid rules don't scare me" Terzo says while checking his nails

"did they ever really scare you? You were just telling me how much of a trouble maker you are!" Omega laughs

"Nah, they never did, but still! I'm Papa now and they can't do anything about it!" Terzo Laughs

"but, would you be comfortable with showing your face?" Terzo asks, looking at Omega

Omega looks away and thinks

"You don't have to, it was just a thought-" Terzo begins then gets cut off by Omega

Omega sighs and puts the guitar to the side

"Yes I would, but please, I can promise you I'm not the most beautiful ghoul out there" he says with a small quiet chuckle

Terzo sits up and chuckles

"Nonsense, no matter what you look like I can promise that your the most beautiful ghoul out there" terzo says with a smirk

Omega stands up and takes a deep breath before pulling off his balaclava

Terzo's eyes widen as Omega's short yet somehow sparkly dirty blonde hair drops out

Omega holds his mask

"you wanna do the honors?" He asks yerzo

Terzo quickly nods and gets up

"yes please" he says as he puts his hands on Omega's

"you ready?" Terzo asks, wanting Omega to be comfortable and 100 % sure he's ready

"I'm ready" Omega says as he lets his arms let go of the mask, now it only being held up by Terzo

"3, 2, 1" Terzo counts before taking off Omega's mask

His eyes widen as he sees omegas face, Sharp face shape, Dirty blond hair, blue eyes, star freckles, almost cat/animal like features and bigger fangs along with a scar on his cheek

Omega blushes a deep lavender and looks away

"I'm sorry if it's.....scary" he says quietly

"Scary? You're absolutely Divine" Terzo says with a blush creeping onto his face

Omega blushes and looks at him with wide eyes

Terzo moves a strand of hair from Omega's face, admiring his beautiful features

Omega's nails dig slightly into his palms from the anxiety

Terzo leans forward with a smirk

"May I?" Terzo asks for a kiss

Omega smiles, a fang poking out slightly

"You May"

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Billy Mine - Home Sweet Home

After weeks of trying to purge her closet of clothes and...stuff, Juliet is exhausted. Falling back onto the floor, "Billy Russo wants to marry me." This thought has been on repeat for the past few weeks in Juliet's mind. Is this even real life? When am I going to wake up from my dream?

*****

"Jules? You home?" Bill let's himself into the apartment. Scanning the living room, he sees her bag on the couch. Upon entering the bedroom, Billy's heart stutters to a stop. Little over a year ago, his girl was the target of a kidnapping attempt. Scattered amongst clothes and boxes, Juliet's bare legs are half visible on the floor of her small walk-in closet. "Bunny!!!" Bill shoves boxes to the side to get to his girl.

Bill's roar jolts Juliet out of her reverie. She screams as Billy hurls into her closet grabbing her. "What the fuck, Bill?!"

"Jesus Christ!!" Standing, Bill turns & punches the door jamb, resting his forehead against it, trying to take calming breaths. Juliet backs away, distancing herself from Bill, moving deeper in to the closet. He's furious! Scary mad.

Trying to be as soft and calming as possible, "Bill?"

He holds up a finger at her & shakes his head against the doorway. After a minute, "Your room looks destroyed, and I see you on the ground unmoving."

She moves closer to Billy, "I've been trying to clean out my closet and get rid of stuff, since we're moving in together. I got overwhelmed with it all & took a break." She hears a growl rumbling in the back of Billy's throat. "You aren't even supposed to be here. You didn't say you were coming over."

"Do I need an invitation now?" Straightening to his full height, glaring down at her.

"No, but you can't be mad at me. It's not my fault." Slowly moving closer to Billy, like she's trying to calm an angry panther. "If I knew you were coming over, I wouldn't have started on the closet & I definitely wouldn't have been laying on the floor waiting for you to find me like that." Billy pulls her to him, resting his head on the top of hers. Settling her palm over his rapidly beating heart, "I'm sorry I scared you."

"I thought you were fucking dead." BIll squeezes her even tighter.

Pulling him down into a kiss, "Oh, Billy Mine, you should know you can't get rid of me that easily. "

*****

Juliet can't deny that Billy's penthouse is impressive. It's very modern, very sleek and very stylish. Very minimalistic. And yet she doesn't feel at home or relaxed in a place like this.

Neighborhoods, homes, floorplans, decor have been occupying her mind since they decided to find a place together. Weekends are spent looking at websites trying to agree on places to see. Cuddled up on Billy's couch, Juliet has her tablet out scrolling through homes. "Morningside?"

"I'm not living in Harlem!"

"It's not..."

"It's Harlem. Next!" Bill reaches over & deletes the neighborhood from the filter. "Kips Bay, I like."

"No, that's where my parents tried to stick me. Chelsea? Hell's Kitchen? You'll be close to Anvil." Billy gives a non-committal shrug, because it is close to Anvil, but it's really just outside of the Village. "So, you're open to those neighborhoods?"

"Do you know how much a townhouse costs in Chelsea?"

"Townhouse? I've been searching condos. You want a townhouse?"

"Do you want to raise our kids in a condo?"

"Whoa!" Pushes against Billy, to sit up, "Where did these kids come from?"

Smiling up at Jules, shrugging, "I'm not doing this again with you. This move is it." She nervously laughs. "Are we not on the same page?

"Um...holy shit." Billy gives her a minute before pulling her down against him. Cradling her against his chest. "I didn't think 'big picture'. I was just thinking us moving in together, getting married...later."

"Do you not want a family?" His arms tightening around her, waiting for her answer.

Turning to look at him & whispers, "You know I do." It was a dream that Jules was always scared to voice.

"Do you want a family with me?"

Her voice breaking, "You're the only one I've ever dreamed of having a family with, Billy Mine." She buries her face into his chest & cries. They both grew up in the foster care system, but only Juliet was fortunate enough to escape it. Bill suffered abuse from his mother & through the system. For him to admit that this is the future he wants with her, it's like a sacred promise. Billy is in this relationship for life and beyond.

"Well then," clearing his throat, "Maybe you should be looking for something a little bigger than a condo, hmm?"

*****

On a bright sunny morning Billy got his wish. The loan officer and realtor just left his Anvil office. They just signed mortgage papers to a townhouse just outside of the Upper East Side, Lenox Hill, to Jules chagrin. They ended up selling her condo and his penthouse to afford it, but it's an investment for their future. Their forever home.

Popping a bottle of champagne, "We did it!"

Laughing, "It's 10am, Billy!"

"I got orange juice in the fridge if you want to make this a mimosa," handing her a glass.

Holding out her glass, "To us."

"Not too bad for a couple of orphans." Touches her glass and sips his champagne. Juliet wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. Burying his face in her neck, "We finally got our Home Sweet Home, Bunny." Deep within the confident businessman, a dark eyed foster boy, who never thought this dream would ever come true for him, is overjoyed.

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[peachalie]

I didn't know if my entire team dropping to 1 hp two seconds before the fight ended was scripted to put the fear of God in me or if I just got incredibly lucky

So I looked up other people's final fight gameplay and no??? It's not scripted I just think I broke the game???

I was SCREAMING when my whole teams hp dropped to 1. I fully believe that wasn't supposed to happen. Sephiroth was dropping meteor as I was pulling off a limit, we all dropped to like 1 hp at the same time (sephiroth included) and then sephiroth died after the screen flashed white. I should NOT have won bruh how did I win???

When the screen flashed white, I almost put my controller down like "its so over"

#the noises i made in the final few seconds of that fight #it was the definition of WE'RE SO OVER and WE'RE SO BACK #actual miracle that i won that fight #anyway im done with my ff7 remake replay #ff7 remake