#buy chocolate bonbons

[bixels]

There's no such thing as overpreparing for love.

Happy (late) Rarijack Valentine's.

[neiptune]

i don't want you like a best friend

cw: 4.2k wc, female reader, soulmate au, friends to lovers, tendo may be the only person in the world without a mark and it's quite hard to convince him that, most times, the universe doesn't know shit

“Holy shit, this is the best thing I ever tasted”.

“Don’t lie”.

“I’m not!”.

Tendo narrows his eyes, unimpressed.

“You said that about the last five bonbons”.

“Listen, the one with port and cinnamon was great n’all but this is a cookie dough brown butter bonbon. I’m blown away. I want to sleep with this one. I want to buy it dinner and then take it to bed”.

That’s when Satori laughs, loud and boisterous as he still allows himself to be around you. It makes you smile, seeing him happy.

“Tell me the secret to crafting these”.

“Again?”, he snorts, “I already explained the process a million times”.

“Wanna hear it again. I like how you talk about it”.

“Okay, weirdo”, there’s fondness and a silent invitation in the way he pushes the little box of his latest experiments towards you.

It’s soothing, comforting, listening to instructions you’re already familiar with. Tendo goes over how important it is to choose flavors that are fun and still be attentive enough to make sure the chocolate stands on its own: flavoring components should never completely ride over it. He skillfully exercises subtlety when coming up with new combinations, always keeps the interior so creamy and smooth the treat ends up melting in a delicious puddle on one’s tongue. The outer layer should never be too thick, chalky or cakey: that’s why he prefers to form most of the chocolates with his hands instead of using a mold.

There’s creativity involved in what he does but there’s also science. It requires a lot of patience, most of his work is made of tedious steps repeated over and over again within specific time limits and a perfectly calculated temperature. It fits him, you believe: Tendo’s always been diligent and persevering, no matter what the world threw at him.

He puts a lot of work in his boxes too, especially the ones he has to ship. They’re all triple-insulated, double-stuffed and always perfectly packed. A cute, colorful thank you card always goes hand in hand with each purchase, if he receives orders for a birthday or a special gift he’d even write a personal note as an addition. As a foreigner, it hasn't been easy to establish himself as a reliable chocolatier in a city like Paris, but he now has a pretty loyal clientele and the shop is basically never empty.

“That one’s my favorite”, Satori’s eyes zero on the bite-sized bonbon you’ve picked from the box.

You hum, appreciating the way the chocolate melts in your mouth. It’s not as good as the previous one but you recognize the artistry with which the flavors fuse with each other, chocolate ganache with clementine and hazelnuts, just a hint of lemon zest.

“They’re all incredible, ‘Tori. You’re very talented”. Tendo smiles.

“Thank you”, he mutters, grateful, “now, can we talk about it?”.

“There’s nothing to talk about”, you dangle your legs from the counter of the little production kitchen in the back of his boutique shop, closed for the day. It’s incredibly tidy, smells of soap and citrus.

“You impulsively booked a flight across the world because of a guy”.

Ouch.

“I flew across the world to visit my best friend”, you scowl, “thought he’d be happy to see me”.

“I’m fucking ecstatic, ma chérie”, it’s probably the happiest he’s been in years, “but we need to talk about it. Tell me what’s on your mind?”.

He can see the bags under your eyes, the usual brightness missing from your smile, playful vibration to your jokes absent. He knows you’re hurting and while he’d be thrilled to keep you in Paris for as long as you wish, Tendo has to know what’s broken before he even attempts to mend it. His gaze falls on a specific portion of skin of your wrist and a sigh slips past his lips.

“He broke up with me”, you articulate slowly, “said we weren’t compatible. Said it’s safer to abandon the delusional ideas that drew us close to each other and do things how they’re supposed to be done. According to the plan”, there’s a grimace on your face that pairs well with how you spit out the last words.

“Did you show him?”.

“No, you know I don’t do that anymore. He didn’t see mine and I never wanted to see his. He agreed to that”.

“Right”.

“And then, I don’t know, he did what everyone always does. Changed his mind”.

Satori sighs. Truthfully, he’s always been a little sad about your mark being permanently covered with thick foundation, concealer or whatever else. It’s been years. He misses seeing the little crooked triangle on your wrist.

“Well, maybe…”, he starts but is soon interrupted by a loud scoff.

“Don’t”.

“But they’re not wrong. The universe has it all layed out for you, maybe it’s time you stop being so stubborn”.

“I don’t care about the universe, Satori. The universe is not going to take away that choice from me, it should belong to me. I don’t want to be destined to someone, I want to be chosen by them”.

He deflates in the plastic chair he’s sitting on. Can’t really argue with that logic.

Ever since middle school, when your mark first appeared, you never wanted to succumb to the whole the cosmos has already decided who the perfect person for me is bullshit. You simply can’t accept giving up the freedom of falling in love with whoever you wish to pursue, regardless of the universe agreeing or not. That’s why you never really cared about matching marks and all that jazz, always dated those who seemed not to care either. But after a number of failed relationships, it became painfully obvious that deep down, everyone always believes marks are the real deal. It’s why you decided you never wanted to see the mark of the next guys you’d date, and certainly didn’t want to show yours anymore. Sometimes it’s even hard to remember it’s still there, underneath stubborn layers of concealer. You hated it your whole life.

“You’re right. It’s your life, you should live it however you see fit”, they’re idiots for giving up on someone like you in the name of a dumb sign or whatever anyway.

“I thought you’d understand this more than anyone, you’ve always hidden your mark too. I don’t even know what it looks like and it’s okay! It’s yours! Shouldn’t belong to anyone else’s prying eyes”, you pick another chocolate truffle from the special box he’s sorted for you. It’s red velvet flavored.

Tendo insisted on calling his shop like that, rouge velours, deaf to the literal translation not being entirely correct. The french need to associate the word gâteau to it, it has to be a red velvet cake. But he didn’t care, adamant in going with just red velvet.

It was a joke you had blurted out at the end of high school, sitting on the curb outside your favorite konbini on the way home, another summer evening made of snacks shared underneath the street lamps. Satori said he wanted to move to France and learn how to make handmade chocolates, open a shop and everything. You suggested it should’ve been called red velvet, would’ve paired well with his hair. It never crossed your mind that he would take your suggestion seriously.

Frankly, Tendo’s not changed much since high school. He’s a little taller, broader in the shoulders, prefers a buzz cut. He’s still cheerful, less loud if you’re not around, enjoys singing made up tunes to himself while he works, occasionally takes part in volleyball games when neighbors or friends from the gym invite him. More than anything, he’s still the kindest, most generous friend one could have.

You used to be a little jealous of Ushijima, never one to accept easily to be downgraded in the best friends ranking system. As a teenager, it was hard to acknowledge that Satori’s heart is simply big enough to fit everyone he cares about in there. Not many people realized how much of an honor that was anyway, so there was plenty of space.

He still calls Ushijima to check up on him and the fact that they declared to be best friends during a television show didn’t leave a sour taste in your mouth as it would’ve back then. Wakatoshi is a nice guy, it definitely grew on you and it now gives you comfort knowing that Satori gets to throw the blanket of his affection over more than one person’s shoulders.

Not a day goes by without missing him, different time zones making it even more complicated to keep up with each other. Yet, he’s always the one willing to stay up late to talk to you, insists that while you work in the morning, he enjoys crafting chocolates in the middle of the night. That hardly matters, since you know he has to wake up early to open the shop.

“Hard to hide something you don’t have”, he grins from where he’s sitting, in front of you. Your dangling legs come to a halt.

“What?”.

“I don’t have a mark”, Satori shrugs, “not a big deal”.

“That’s impossible”.

“You’ve seen me naked”.

“Because you didn’t lock the damn bathroom door!”, your face heats up at the memory belonging to so many years ago. He snickers.

“Well, if I had a mark you’d know!”.

You pause, incredulous.

“Did you check your nails? Maybe it was in your hair and you shaved it off. Everyone has a mark!”.

“I don’t have it”, he knows, he’s checked every inch of his body for too long before giving up, “don’t act so shocked, it makes perfect sense”.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”.

Satori shrugs, a timid smile on his lips.

“I’m damaged goods. I wouldn’t expect to be the right fit for anyone, the universe decided to spare me and a potential unfortunate match the embarrassment”.

To him, it’s perfectly normal that there’s no one right for him out there. Or rather, that he’s not the right person for anyone. Who would want that, anyway? The guy who’s always been too weird to be looked at normally. The guy who always stands out the wrong way. If the universe has decided to be merciful enough to spare him the disappointment flashing over someone’s face upon discovering that he’s their soulmate, the only thing Tendo should feel is gratitude. 

“Don’t say shit like that ever again, Satori. Damaged goods? What the hell? You’re the best person I know!”, you almost throw the chocolate box at his head, “anyone would be lucky to have you as their soulmate. Anyone. I’m certain you’re the perfect match for a lot of people but I find it very hard to believe they’d deserve you anyway”.

You’re his best friend, you’re supposed to say all that. Yet, kept silent by that fiery glare of yours, Tendo can’t help but feel his chest warm up.

He didn’t necessarily have a crush on you in high school, that’s what he told himself anyway. When you started going out with Eita, part of him was relieved you went for someone normal. His teammate fell into the right category: Semi was attractive, had good grades, knew his way around girls. It was a good reminder of what Tendo wanted for you, of what you deserved. He cared deeply about your happiness and would’ve went to impossible lengths to shield you from all the bad there was in the world. That still hasn’t changed. Your best friend was what he was always destined to be and it was more than what he could’ve asked for, anyway.

And so it wouldn’t have been right to fantasize, to admit to himself that for the first time ever since he was a kid, Tendo wished to be the opposite of what he was. He dreamed of a different childhood, school days filled with friends, practice bursting with laughter instead of whispers, not a reason in the world to direct him curious or grossed out stares. He wished he was handsome, charismatic, funny in a way that made girls laugh in sincere amusement instead of discomfort. He wanted so badly to be everything he was not, for you.

When he admitted to himself that he loved you, deeply, ferociously, in a way that would’ve scared off any other human being, high school was over and so was his volleyball dream. Another fantasy coming to an end. Satori announced he wanted to move to Paris, expecting life, distance, a different time zone, your boyfriends, to make the friendship too heavy of a task to keep up with.

And yet, you stayed by his side. Most importantly, you wanted him to stay by yours. Tendo has never been much used to the feeling of being wanted, his presence wasn’t exactly desired by other people throughout his life. But you and Paris both taught him that maybe he does have something to give, something people can be willing to accept. So what if that something isn’t romantic love? He’s already luckier than he ever imagined he would get. He’s going to be okay, as long as you’re his friend. He’ll manage.

“Satori”, you snap him back to reality, “I mean it. Fuck the universe”.

Honestly, the only thing he’s mad at the universe for is making you so deeply unhappy. Tendo’s not sure he can forgive the cosmos for failing you so many times.

“Yeah”, he agrees lightly, “fuck the universe”.

Maybe Tendo had a point when he referred to your little vacation as ‘impulsive’, given that you never really travelled outside of Japan before. Yet, what initially was an easy escape from your disappointing reality and a wonderful excuse to finally visit your best friend, soon turned into a delightful adventure.

You reciprocated Satori’s hospitality by being as useful as possible: you’d keep his place tidy and clean, get groceries, cook dinner. He’d insist on ordering out, would try to snatch the vacuum cleaner from your hand, sometimes Tendo would come home later than usual with his hands filled with groceries just so that you didn’t feel like you needed to refill the fridge. But you liked being there and you loved taking care of him, especially since he vehemently refused to go back to sleeping in his bed and offering you the couch instead.

On his rare free days, Satori gladly gives you a tour of the city and his favorite places. When he’s working, you’d explore Paris on your own, the little map he drew by hand safely nestled in your pocket. Yes, you obviously have a phone, but the map makes each stroll all the more special.

Being with him and feeling genuinely appreciated, in a city so wonderful and far away from home, made you realize that perhaps the universe got it all wrong. Maybe there’s no one out there with a mark similar to yours. Maybe you’re not a match for romantic love in the first place. You’re already lucky enough as it is, with a friend so wonderful you can share lovely dinners with over episodes of silly tv shows, in a tiny apartment filled with affection and laughter. It’s the best you’ve felt in years and the idea of leaving has never felt as dreadful.

But everyone has to get back to their life eventually: there’s your job, bills, rent, you haven’t visited your parents in a while. All these things you’re having a real hard time caring about as Tendo offers another glass of wine, the bottle you’re sharing practically empty resting by his feet.

It’s your last night in Paris and he insisted on cooking for once, a full course dinner paired with an expensive Clos de la Roche. Notes of woods and cherries dance on your tongue when you take another sip and you shut your eyes for a moment, savoring the taste. How did you end up on his bedroom’s floor anyway? Was it him who suggested sitting on the carpet with your backs pressed against his bed? No, you’re almost certain it was you. Satori tries to be less weird as a grown up, by his own admission: he leaves odd suggestions and ideas to other people, too busy trying to fit in now.

You find yourself observing his profile as he torpidly blinks, his own gaze focused on the hands holding his glass. The line of his jaw, the perfect curve of his nose. You think he’s pretty, spiky hair no longer there to tear away one’s attention from his features.

“Did you date a lot, here?”, you ask, genuinely curious. He turns to look at you, amused.

“A lot? When did I ever date a lot?”, Tendo chuckles to himself but you recognize the hurt simmering underneath the humor. It hurts you, too.

“Well, did you date?”, your impatience feels surprising but there’s no time to dwell upon unfamiliar feelings, not as Satori hums with a lethargic nod.

“Yeah, a few times”.

“They didn’t ask about your mark?”.

Tendo’s lips twitch as he remembers how ecstatic the women he went out with were upon finding out that not only his mark didn’t match theirs, he didn’t even have one to begin with. He was the safest option they could ever date, no risk of forever.

“It’s easier to date someone you know you’re not gonna end up with”, he shrugs, “they felt more comfortable, it was fun and momentary, thus risk-free”.

You click your tongue in disapproval and Tendo cocks his head, confused by your scowl.

“They, they, they. I always hated this about you, you’re always focusing on what other people think. I want to know, how did you feel?”.

Maybe it’s the wine or maybe it’s the fact that you’re about to become a fugitive presence in his life once more, but for once Satori feels like huffing out his frustration.

“Like shit”, he admits with a sly smile, “I could fall for just about anyone and I’ll always know they’re not my person. I won’t ever have a person and it makes me feel like shit”.

You’re not sure why tears are suddenly pricking the corners of your eyes. Maybe it’s because it’s really hard to remember the last time Satori allowed himself to be vulnerable around you. It always felt like he talked more to Wakatoshi, man to man or whatever. You never felt like you could be fully there for him and now it’s almost too late again, only a few hours before you fly off to the other side of the world.

“I hate them”, you murmur, “it’s just cruel. You’re not supposed to be anyone’s temporary fixing”.

“I’m not ever going to be anything but that”.

“No, Satori-”, in the process of positioning yourself better in order to face him, you kick the not entirely empty glass previously resting by your leg. It’s gonna leave a stain but you’ll find a way to take care of it before you leave, this is more urgent. This requires you taking your friend’s face into your hands, to bring it closer to your determined gaze. “That’s not true. The universe doesn’t know shit, okay? I know you. You don’t need a fucking mark. In fact, you know what? I’m happy you don’t have one. Thank god. I-”, he gently puts his hands over yours and leans over to tenderly kiss your forehead. Your train of thought derails as he fixes you with an amused, fond stare.

“It’s okay. Really”, Tendo lowers your hands and then leaves them cold, head falling to the side, cheek pressed to the orange duvet cover of his bed. You’re pouting, looking more beautiful than ever underneath the dim lights of his room, and so he can’t hold his tongue.

“You know, I find it incredible that you haven’t been able to find your person yet, universe or not. How’s it possible that someone as wonderful as you is being dumped by complete idiots just because they believe in some stupid pre-decided romantic assignation?”.

You mirror his position and rest your head on the softness of his bed. Despite being still on the floor, it almost feels as if you’re lying next to each other.

“They don’t believe I’m wonderful. I guess I’m just momentary, too”.

He scoffs. Deep down, Tendo also believes everyone should be granted the freedom to pursue their desired relationship, especially you. Don’t they know how lucky they are? You ignore destiny to give those dumbasses a chance and they leave before they even get to realize what they’re missing out upon.

“I think marks are bullshit”, Satori gently takes your hand and traces your fingers with his own slowly, eyes still boring into yours, “in a world with no marks, they’d be on their knees thanking their lucky star you showed interest in them at all”.

You hum, a soft smile tugging at your lips.

Before Tendo interrupted your little motivational speech, you were about to tell him why it makes you happy that he doesn’t have a mark after all. Looking at him now, it’s all the more clear. It’s horrible and selfish and childish but, this way, you will never have to go through it: you’ll never have to find out that the one person who’s always been by your side, the one person who knows you better than you know yourself and still manages to love you, also isn’t the one.

Tendo is the greatest person you know, the only one you’d trust with your life. His heart is your favorite part of him: always stayed big enough to fit in all those who asked for access, kindness embedded so deep within him he never let the world’s cruelty affect it. Satori never stored an ounce of that nastiness people loved oh so much throwing at him, it let it become an armor instead. Steel made of insults, cruel jokes, mockery. It breaks your heart that he still wears it. It would break your heart to discover that someone like him isn’t destined to be yours after all, that the universe wouldn’t be benevolent enough to assign the best friend you ever had as your soulmate.

“You don’t mean that”.

You blink, slowly, actually fighting to keep your eyes open.

“What?”.

“What you just said. You’re drunk”, he chuckles quietly and, horrifyingly, you realize your mouth decided to voice those thoughts out loud.

The shock lasts a few seconds. Tendo is no longer fiddling with your fingers but your hand is still in his and the more you look into those crimson irises, the less uncomfortable you feel about what you just said. Is it the wine or is it just right?

“You think I wouldn’t be happy if the universe assigned you as my soulmate?”.

“I think you wouldn’t hate it”, Tendo softly ponders, “but that’d be far from ideal”.

“Hey, you don’t get to decide that. Me and the universe would be agreeing for once”.

Satori swears his heart skips a bit. All those years, all that badly harbored hope, the entirety of his restraint crumbling pathetically after a few drops of expensive wine. You don’t mean that, you can’t mean that.

“You could look at me like that?”, the question is supposed to underline how ridiculous the idea is, but he realizes he just sounds wishful.

“I know you think it’d be hard but it really isn’t”, you laugh softly. You’re looking at him like that right now. As you abstendmindedly play with his fingers, thumb gently rubbing circles on the skin of his wrist, you appreciate the pink dusting his cheeks, the slightly furrowed brows, the sweetness of his questioning gaze.

Tendo exhales slowly. Neither of you is resting their head on his bed anymore, too captivated by each other. “I’m not sure I’d survive the discovery of you of all people, not being the one I’d be destined to stand with for the rest of my life. Because what a waste would be, for that person to be someone else”, it’s nothing but a whisper, raw honesty doing something funny to his stomach as it slips past his lips for the first time. There’s no one but you, honestly. He knows there’ll never be anyone else. The universe has planned love for those around him and an eternal curse for his heart.

“A terrible waste”, you agree and the hand not busy interlacing your fingers with his, suddenly closes around the soft fabric of his hoodie to bring him closer. Satori doesn’t dare move, let alone breathe, effectively paralyzed by the idea of indulging something you’ll regret the second it happens.

Except you don’t. When you kiss him, tentative at first, all the pieces fall right into place. Your lips curl into a small, knowing smile as the world slows down. Then finally, finally, he kisses you back. It’s deeper, a hand pressing to your cheek, it’s corrodingly tender and you feel yourself melting into his touch, into the genuine reverence he holds for you.

Tendo feels something unravel from within, the tangles and knots of hurt, uncertainty, combust and disappear into thin ashes. He’s too lost in the moment, too drunk on how close you’re holding him as your tongue brushes against his own, to pay any attention to the itchy feeling over the skin of his wrist. Right where your thumb is pressing, a crooked triangle appears at last.

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Sweet As Bonbon - Aizawa Shouta

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Bonbon is an adorable nickname, everyone can agree, not many believe it should be associated with a man like him. When everyone ask who 'Bonbon' is, you show them your favourite photo with a bright grin. They expect the most charming, handsome, young man that has the sweetest smile...only to find Aizawa Shouta.

Smiles freeze as they take in the man on the tiny screen. A man that seems much older than you, with long messy hair, exhausted dull eyes, and an unkempt stubble. Well, that was definitely a surprise. Especially since the photo you show is one of his insane smiles, psycho adjacent. But no one has the heart to wipe the giddiness you show, so they smile respectfully.

You can tell he's not what they expected, nothing about this man is sugar and chocolate. Even his colleagues laugh at the nickname thinking you were just teasing Shouta, until they stop because the two of you aren't. Everyone grows seriously concerned that you're actually serious. The blonde man, Hizashi, glances between you and a pissed Shouta, "...You're definitely getting cat-fished, run girl-". Hizashi gets cut off by the cloths wrapping around his throat and everybody panics. Later that night you ask Shouta, what was that about? The black haired man waves your worries away, "Nothing, he's just chronically stupid."

But even the man himself can't help but wonder, all the time. He thinks about it a few times a day. Like when he decides to sneak into the shower with you, you'll squeal "Bonbon~!" at him before making room for his surprisingly large form. Or when you bring his forgotten lunch to U.A. He'll finish a class and return to the teachers' office to find everyone passing your sweet note with cute bonbon faces. Shouta despises how the word haunts his life and mind. He hates how everyone makes a big deal out of it and wishes the word never existed. But the man would also hate it if you stop calling him that, because you say it with so much love and affection. The day he stops being "Bonbon"...is the day you stop loving him.

He finally gets his wish on a random Sunday when he returns from his morning run. After stopping by the fridge for some cold water, Shouta makes his way for the bedroom when he hears your voice and someone else on the phone.

"Bonbon, whose that?"

Seated at your dressing table, you gasp and pause your makeup, "Oh my gosh girl, have I not told you about Bonbon?!", "No!", "Shit where do I start?".

Your friend on the other side snort, "Uhh maybe on how Bonbon came about?", you give a dreamy sigh and turn to look at the beautiful weather, "Well..."

Bonbon is a small chocolate confection, with a hollow inside where fillings can be hidden. These include sweet alcoholic ingredients, creamy ganache, fruit purees, and so much more. The sky is truly the limit when it comes to Bonbon and their combinations. And the best part of it, is the surprise. From a simple chocolatey treat to a galaxy of flavours. That is the best way to describe Aizawa Shouta.

....

At first, he reminded me of the marshmallow bonbon my patisserie used to sell.

You and Shouta met during your part-time employment at a patisserie near U.A. From the moment he first walked in, the man had caught your eye. The lanky customer stumbled in like he had just returned from war, or stepped out of the trash. All of the other customers also noticed him and their discomfort showed through how they cleared the pathway like he was Moses.

Your coworkers also eyed the man, wondering what a man like him was doing here. You also had your questions, like why on earth would he buy a liquorice loaf out of everything here? The disgusting thing was an item your boss had put on to please a niche audience consisting of herself. The patisserie would literally make one loaf a week because no one would buy it.

"This one please", he spoke in a gruff voice and you chirped, "Of course, that'll be $7.50 for today."

After returning his change, you placed the item in a small paper bag and smiled, "Thank you so much, have a good day!"

He nodded and left. As the door slowly shut, you felt the atmosphere lighten up and heard the whispers. Regardless of how you felt, it wasn't your place to step in so you just left to clean up. He was just a customer, and most likely a one time buyer.

Until he kept coming in and in. The man had a routine now, and it somehow always lines up with the days you would be working at the front. Monday afternoons, Wednesday mornings, and Fridays just before closing. And he would always walk around the whole store, tricking you to believe he'd buy something new, before picking the liquorice loaf. You two would repeat the same dialogue, no small talk or extra fluff. At some point, he became a part of you. A thing you had to check off the list to ensure that your day was complete.

Until he didn't come for the whole week, and it made you...different. You weren't right, weren't thinking straight or doing anything properly. It made you so distracted that you burnt yourself while melting sugar. The injury was small but you had to immediately leave for the hospital and was told to rest for two or three days. With that, you missed the black haired man another week. During that time, the ache in your chest grew unbearable.

You feared that you fell in a love with a stranger. A much older man who you know nothing about and speak a total of twenty words to him. However, there was something that drew you to him. Something that forced your eyes to follow him and every movement of his. A curiosity to discover what he contained inside that plain shell. A wonder to what other flavours he held.

It was nearly three weeks later on Friday when you met him again. You had finally gotten used to not seeing him...almost. That was until the bell rang signalling a customer and turned around to greet them, only to find him. Freezing for a moment, you stutter a welcome before scurrying off to the kitchen. You hid your face in your palms, your resolve to ignore the tightness in your chest had vanished. A sweetness rushed in, just from seeing him. What hell was wrong with you? Before you knew it, he was already at the register with his item. Why was he so fast today?

After taking a deep breath, you walked down and went through the steps on the routine. Say the amount, take his money, return the change, place his item in the bag, say your farewells, and wait for the next time.

"Welcome back, I missed you", your mind with blank hearing those words.

It wasn't in his usual grunt. It was a deep voice coated in sugar chocolatey richness, with an airy tone. And you felt your soul shatter into pieces. Oh gosh, everything was bursting out. Rushing out like a flood.

"Y-You can't say that", your voice and body trembled while he raised an eyebrow, "I can't, why?"

Opening your tightly shut eyes, you finally looked up at him and whisper terrified, "Because now I can't hide that I like you."

And his eyes widened while you escaped to the kitchen. But of course you couldn't hide from him forever, couldn't hide from his rejection. You knew what he'd say, that you were a foolish young girl who fell in love with a fantasy. Juvenile emotions, he'd scoff and walk away leaving your broken feelings to seep into the cracks of the ground. At some point you wished that he'd just walk off never to be seen again, so that you can remember him with a bitter sweetness. But you had a feeling he wasn't that type of guy.

You were right. When the lights were turned off, doors locked, and everyone walking seperate ways...he was waiting there for you with a blank face. Say it, you begged him in your mind. That you were a happy-go-lucky girl, that someone like you wouldn't know what love was. Because maybe he was right, maybe he wasn't, you were fine with that.

Except he only approached you, one step at a time at a slow pace. And you allowed him into your space, to stand in front and tower over. For his hand to land on your cheek and caress it so sweetly with a light touch. You gulped and bit your lip to void yourself, in case he woke up from whatever spell had been casted and ran off.

Until the black haired man gave a small smile, "Are you okay?", and you squeak out, "Aren't you supposed to reject me now?"

He blinked before chuckling, and you felt yourself drown in a sea of cocoa, "Is that how confessions go these days, I have to reject you?", "W-Well, I just assumed that would happen! I mean, you probably just see me as a kid!"

The twinkle in his eyes grow even more vibrant and he answered, so softly you thought it would be carried away by the wind, "Only assholes would think that. Regardless of age, your feelings are real and I should respect that."

You were thankful to the breeze for cooling your cheeks, because without it you might faint of overheating. Amused he leaned down and asked if you really wanted him to reject you.

"G-Give me a moment", you turn to the side and hold up your arms to block his sight.

Then you squeak feeling a bounce against your inner wrist, you pull them away only for the man to find your nose as a replacement. You whine again and he fits you against his body, breathy laughter tickling your ear like a cloudy marshmallow.

"Alright, we can take it slow."

....

But of course, Shouta had other flavours to him...possessive like lemon cheesecake.

Many people view Shouta as a tired man who couldn't be bothered to lift a hand outside of work. And all of his friends, family, and colleagues would agree. But you disagree with that. Whenever it came to you, Shouta was always 100. Including his mission to keep the 'wolves in sheep clothing' away from you. AKA the guys at your university.

You always assured Shouta that he was the one you wanted and the guys don't really chase after you, but your boyfriends begs to differ. During his intel collecting mission, stalking you, the pro-hero lost count of how many eyes followed you. He grew sour as a lemon seeing some think about approaching you. All the while, you innocently skipped along thinking about your classes. Unforgivable, death to all of them.

That day when your classes were finished, he texted you that he'll be there to pick you up. Confused, you sent a heart anyways and forgot about it for the rest of the day.

"Damn, what's with the crowd of girls?", your male classmate noticed as the two of you walked down to the gates.

You watched as groups of giggling girls with hearts in their eyes running past with their phones out. Thinking it was some kind of idol, you shrugged it off. That was until you reached the mess and your jaws dropped. Because in the eye of the cyclone was your man. Your man who wore a black button up, rolled up to his thick biceps, with matching dress pants and shoes. Not only that, he had cleaned up his appearance.

You huffed seeing girls ask if they could touch his ponytail.

"No, My girlfriend will be here soon so you should leave", the girls pouted, "Come on, it's just a touch~ Is she that possessive she won't let you have any girlfriends?"

After a few seconds he smirked down at them, "Is that really what you think?", one of them scooted up to him until their hips bumped, "What else~?"

Instantly Shouta cringed up like he just ate something tart, "It's more that I don't find you that attractive. You should see how much better she is than you, especially with the way she respects people's space and relationships."

Everyone froze including you at his response.

Then Shouta found you and his face softened, "There she is...with a guy", and Mr Lemon was back.

He flashed in front of you, enveloping you into a tight hug greeting you so sweetly. All the while glaring down the fool who dared to compete with him. The poor boy shrunk away and didn't bother to say goodbye before running off.

You didn't even care, nuzzling into his chest with the brightest grin. Only you could bring out the sugar within this man, the cake like richness that he saved only for you. Noticing this, he smiled and pecked your temple. What a terrible duo.

It only got worse from there, for everyone else. Shouta upgraded his wardrobe and tried his best to pick you up from university as much as possible. Regardless of his new status as the campus eye candy, whether those wolves still lusted after you, all of it would vanish when you stepped through those gates. Because Shouta's sour barrier kept them away while you ate up all that he had to give.

....

And very rarely does he become as bitter as dark chocolate and cherry liqueur.

It's a side that Shouta rarely shows to you. A cold, blunt, and apathetic version of himself that is only reserved for everyone else but you. The version called Eraserhead. Shouta tries to keep Eraserhead and you seperate, but the overlap is inevitable.

Like the time he forgot some paperwork at home so you had to bring it to U.A, only to find him grilling a student with fury radiating out in purple waves. Or when you get to see him in action, rescuing civilians and arresting villains. He's aggressive, dangerous, and icy. And the most memorable was the night you two were invited to a hero celebration party hosted by the government.

Shouta never attends those, he finds it boring and meaningless. However, his mind was changed when he was sent an series of photo from Nemuri. It was of you, dolled up the prettiest gowns with the cutest grin on your face. He sent back a message 'Buy all of them' with his card details, and accepted the invite. All the while unaware that he had started humming, and terrifying the rest of the office.

The night itself started off better than ever. You were bursting with excitement and greeting his colleagues so brightly, there wasn't a single person who wasn't charmed. But of course there will always be some bad apples, even amongst heroes.

As Shouta spoke to the few assemblymen, you had been whisked away by a few female proheroes.

You smiled shyly at their compliments, "Oh aren't you just the most cutest~?", "No wonder Eraserhead immediately snatched you up!", "I mean, who wouldn't want a young and sweet girl! Look, she doesn't even have a callous or bruise on her hand!"

Your smile faltered at the odd...compliment? Was it one?

"Wow, I bet you've never been in a fight before huh?", they giggled to themselves, "Come on, her?! I doubt she would even raise her voice at someone!", "Maybe that's why he likes her, easier to you know!"

The air suddenly felt hostile and you laughed uncomfortably, eyes scanning the room to hopefully find Shouta. After a few seconds, you found him with a few teachers from U.A and sighed in relief, time to escape.

That was until, "Look it's Ms Joke!", and you watched as a woman with sea green hair approach the group.

As you watched her lean in towards him with a teasing smile, whispers from behind echoed in your mind, "Have you met her yet? The two of them are quite close", "Yeah, everyone used to think they were dating!", "It's hard not to when she constantly jokes about it~"

"Joke about what?", a gruff voice spoke up and all of you turn around to find the black haired prohero.

The ominous and bitter look in his eyes made the women around you tense up, "I asked, joke about what?"

No one said a thing and his eyes flickered over to yours, softening but still brewing with abyssal darkness like the liqueur, "Tell me."

You choked up, feeling a child before him about to tattletale. It was so painful, how they were absolutely right. You'll always be a child compared to him, hiding behind his money and authority with a deep well of immature thoughts and feelings. It becomes stuffy in your chest, realising that everything you are and have now is an extension of him.

The hurt on your face was enough to tell him everything, but someone else joins in, "What happened? You all looked so happy humiliating her before?"

Eraserhead turns to the woman beside him, "M-Mirko, what are you saying?", the prohero laughed casually, "What, you thought no one else heard you? Joking that Eraserhead chose her because she's young and docile so he could control her better?"

Your eyes fell to the ground in order to avoid his, shame slowly seeped out through the stinging in your irises.

"Or distort his relationship with Ms Joke, implying something more than friendship?", your body curled noticing the increasing attention.

As the voices grew louder and harsher, you begged the heavens to just vanish into thin air. Suddenly, there were hands covering your ears. You look up to find Eraserhead, mouth shaped into an acrid scowl as his eyes narrow similar to the feeling of sharp alcohol.

He was saying so much, you assume it was very acerbic through everyone else's expression. None of it could you hear, was it someone's quirk? Maybe it was a good thing because in seconds, the situation grows physical. It looked like a bar fight with the way Mirko flies through the air, not a government party filled with proheroes.

The two of you escape the mess and into one of the chauffer cars. It's silent as the two of you collect your thoughts, you could see the driver pray a fight wouldn't start in the car. Then a force pushes your head onto the man's shoulder and your eyes well up again.

"I...I feel so stupid, so n-naive!", your voice cracks and lips lean down to catch your tears.

You feel him return, feel Shouta next to you, the dimensional change from Eraserhead to your sweet man. Sweet like the subtle, fruity, aftertaste of the cherry liqueur. And you cry even harder.

As much as he is proud of his heroism and work ethics, this makes Shouta hope that you and Eraserhead stay in different worlds. Because its a sign, that if Eraserhead is close...then you are in pain.

....

Your smile softens as you continue.

"He treats me as a normal person, always capable of learning more, but not hopeless and defenseless. He teaches me things I don't know patiently, let me figure things out on my own, allow me to be emotional. Because in his words, You should spend your youth free and limitless, reach the skies and if it gets too high...I'll be there to bring you back down".

On the other side of the door, Shouta has the brightest grin on his face. He's giddy, wondering how he should celebrate hearing this. Take you to a nice restaurant? Holiday across Europe? Ideas flood his mind as he walks away, humming softly.

"That's why I call him Bonbon, my Bonbon."

Hi Lovelies, long time no see!

Soz if Aizawa was a bit ooc for you, but that's the beauty of a tsundere! This one was actually very difficult to write because the initial word I had in mind was butterscotch but there wasn't much to write about and everything I could write sounded weird. So yeah, tough time for me.

Anyways, I hoped you guys enjoyed this one and I'll see you another time ✮⋆˙💋ﾒ𝟶ﾒ𝟶💋⋆｡° ✮

[mydonkeyfeet]

Here's one delicious way to help a western North Carolina business. Order chocolate from French Broad Chocolates! I'm not connected to them, just a fan. I just ordered some of their hot chocolate. It's more expensive than my usual hot chocolate, plus shipping too, but it will be my special treat. They also have bars of chocolate, fabulous bonbons, and some other delicious treats. It's named after the nearby French Broad River. (If you don't live in the USA, DM me and I'll give you my address so you can send chocolate to ME! Just kidding, unless...?)

From their Facebook post:

"Asheville has been devastated by floods from Hurricane Helene. It is heartbreaking to see lives, livelihoods, businesses, and homes destroyed by this catastrophic event.

Dan and I watched in horror as cars and telephone poles floated by our Chocolate Factory, and began to lap at the front door. Fortunately, our team’s preparation in sandbagging prevented most of the water from breaching. The water rose to 39” up our front door.

What now? Critical utilities (water, power) must be restored before we can start making chocolate again. This could take weeks. We’ve got a long hard road ahead of us. Humbly, we could use your support. 

Would you buy some of our chocolate? 

We have lots of inventory on hand at our Distribution Center, which didn’t experience any flooding. Selling it will help us fund the business while we wait to re-establish operations. We can start shipping next week. Join us at frenchbroadchocolates.com and pick out something(s) for yourself and your loved ones. We appreciate you so very much."

[brittle-doughie]

With Baker’s Love. (Valentines Day 2024 Special)

As the Baker, you made sure every one of your cookies felt like they were cared for, that you watched over them as evenly as every cookie across Earthbread. The chocolates you send into various mailboxes were always a treat to the cookies, something that they savored and cherished throughout the day…

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Yogurt Cream Cookie rode upon his flying carpet as he headed to the front of his palace. Normally, he’d have his servants handle things for him. On the day of Valentines though, he must be the one to inspect what’s sent to them. It’s just as delectable every year, a packaged box of heart shapers chocolates along with a note of love from his beloved Baker.

He couldn’t help but smile to himself as he read it, popping a chocolate into his mouth. He sighed contently as the pure sweetness of the chocolate melted as he ate it.

“The sweetest when they make it themselves. Truly something that Coins can never buy…~”

He floated back inside his palace with the box in his hands, nothing but the Baker on his mind…

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Walnut Cookie could not have pulled out the two boxes of chocolate fast enough from the mail as she hurried back inside, Almond Cookie couldn’t help but smile at his daughter’s enthusiasm, he did a good job keeping his hidden. The Baker’s chocolate was the best there is, the sweetness gave him the energy he needed for the number of cases he was on for the week, it surpassed even that of the coffee he has on occasion.

“Looks delicious! Oops, I should’ve tested if it’s safe to eat first…”

Walnut felt embarrassed to have gone through most of her box already in front of her dad, something he assured was okay. This was chocolate, not evidence of a crime scene. He couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit when Walnut went right back to enjoying her box, as he ate some chocolate himself, feeling energized already. If he could taste love in food, he was tasting it right now…

Baker, never stop being incredible, he’d thought to himself.

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Gifts never failed to make Strawberry Cream Cookie feel a bit warm, he still remembered Stollen Cookie gifting him a story book. But when it came to gifts from the Baker themself? He’d drop whatever he was doing and get it right away, the chocolate box was no different.

He made sure to go to somewhere secluded in the academy to taste them, he couldn’t stop the blushing when the first chocolate touched his taste buds, it felt like a warm hug that made him his whole being shiver

“With this, I’ll never feel tired running through the forest..”

He had another and another and another, never getting over the taste…

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“I knew the Baker was in love with me.”

Lychee Dragon Cookie couldn’t stop the sly smile on their face when they received the chocolate addressed from the Baker. It was such a not-surprise to them that it garnered no bigger excitement then a brief wide-eyed look.

“I don’t need chocolates to know the Baker had fallen for my charms, heehee”

Hearing that, one of their monsters tried to take the chocolate from them…only to be met with an extremely angry Lychee in return!

“HEY! I NEVER SAID I DIDN’T WANT THEM! GO AWAY!”

The monster understandly retreated away in fear from Lychee’s outburst as they continued to glare at them from afar. Lychee did a double check around before opening it and hastily eating a piece, unable to stop the dreamy sigh from them.

Just one “I love you, Lychee Dragon Cookie” from the Baker’s mouth themself, just one….and they’ll be a happy dragon for a long time…

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“Very classy~ You know my tastes very well, my Baker~”

Chocolate Bonbon Cookie couldn’t help but admire the way the chocolates looked and tasted, it was like they were expertly crafted specifically for her tastes as she brought them into her establishment.

The texture, the refined flavor, nothing short of amazing that she should’ve expected from the Baker. That never stops her from getting surprised that the chocolates only seemed to taste even better every year!

It just gave her so many new clothing and style ideas that used the finest chocolate she can get, It would be no problem to even send you some of them as a thank you for the chocolates.

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to keep in touch with her fellow fashion cookies..if only to have some more of your chocolate from them, she giggled to herself.

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Valentines Day was just one of many occasions to show how much you adore your cookies, even newcomers that had joined you were never treated any differently then ones that have been with you since the beginning. A chocolate from you is enough to make their day, maybe even their whole month!

[blueberryaesthetics]

FFXIV RP EVENT: The Barbier Boutique

Would you like to write out a visit to the modiste for new clothes, a fitting, maybe a nice pair of gloves? Or do you simply want to sit dreamily by the window sipping chocolate, and snacking on bonbons?

Len Barbier's boutique will be open on Tuesday, September 17, beginning at 7pm EST!

All transactions are IC gil (donation will be used to buy Glam items for new players and people getting into RP!), and sometimes I like to draw out your OC in whatever clothing item Len designs for them!

Dynamis - Maduin - Empyrium (Ingleside Apt) - Ward 7 - Room #18

[silkspiderrr]

Feedist kinktober #1: Gift

If you're the type of nightowl who doesn't mind a bit of danger and intrigue with your drunken carousing you might one night find yourself talking with a dark and charismatic stranger who buys you drinks but never imbibes. And if you manage to say the right things and ask the right questions this shadowy individual will invite you to a place of pleasures otherwise undetectable to the uninitiated.

The Regalo is an exclusive club catering to a highly particular clientelle, where hazy red lighting illuminates leather clad furniture that seats two types of patrons. In order to ensure business runs smoothly they are governed by a strict set of rules; the most important one being that what is sought by the one crowd must be given willingly by the other.

If you're new here you're sure to be greeted warmly by it's black-clad bar lurkers. Like vultures they flock to a new face, encircling you with honeyed words and sequestering you away to a comfortable booth. You begin to melt as they hungrily caress your flushed cheeks with their cold hands, at which point they start casually offering you their dark indulgences...

Normally you could only give them 14 percent of what they want without complications. Go over fifty and you won't live to see the day. But the Regalo has a solution: Chocolate cakes and bonbons, grilled lamb and duck confit, seafood that melts in your mouth and lavishly decorated pastries. Whoever works the kitchen has a special touch for which patrons pay an extraoridinary price. And when you give in and open your mouth to receive the luxuries offered to you from all sides you get to experience their unearthly quality; your face flushes and your heartbeat rises as you instinctively open up for the next bite, carried on a wave of praise and sultry affections. Their cool fingers are a welcome sensation on your hot body. Slowly but surely they guide you through the entire menu, filling you up bite by bite. The more you consume the more greedy they seem to become. And it's not long before a request is whispered into your ear.

You finally begin to realize what you have gotten yourself into, but pleasure has taken it's toll on your judgement and you can only moan and nod in agreement.

The sharp jab you feel is nearly lost in the sea of pleasures. You gasp and there's some laughter as your mouth is quickly stuffed with another bite, and the pain starts to give way to an unusual sensation both relaxing and invigorating. A strange mix of panic and calm, like the feeling of falling while laying in bed.

You sink deeper into pleasure as others begin to join in, their frigid lips pressing intimately against your quivering skin. Their once cold and malnourished bodies flush and bulge as they take their share, glowing with your blissfull heat and swelling against you. Studded belts and ornate corsets that now fail to contain their bloated bodies are hastily undone to make room for more.

The balance has shifted, and you smugly put your arms around the dazed cretins desperately enjoying your enhanced constitution...

You are stirred awake several hours later by a disgruntled barkeep, naked and messy but in a comfortable bed, who hands you a bathrobe and guides you out the door to close up.

The other patrons have long since left.

You protest and demand your clothes back, but the barkeeper simply chuckles and shakes his head before locking the door.

On your shameful walk home in the dim morning light you reflect on your hazy memories, wondering what parts of your experience at this weird goth club where real, but when you arrive home and examine yourself in the mirror you find yourself noticeably plumper, easily two sizes up from the day before, and covered in bite marks.

Perhaps you will visit that place again, you didn't even spend a dime after all...

[mamawasatesttube]

TIMKON ANGST/FLUFF PROMPTS??? omg… how about “Shouldn’t you be with him/her?”?

Tim opens the door to an immediate, aggressive faceful of pink plush.

"Whoa!"

The teddy bear falls into his hands as Kon grins at him ear-to-ear. You're Beary Cute, reads the heart on its stomach; its little black embroidered eyes gaze adorably up at him.

"Happy Day-After-Valentine's Day, Rob!" Kon declares, and throws a ribbon-wrapped box of chocolates at Tim's head next. Tim catches it automatically, eyebrows shooting up as Kon flops onto the sofa, making himself at home in Tim's living room with ease.

"Uh... thanks? I didn't, uh... get you anything."

Why would they get each other things for the day after Valentine's? They're just bros. And, uh, as much as Tim has fantasized about... not-strictly-bro things, it doesn't matter, because Kon and Cassie have been real cozy again later, and Tim's happy for them. If they got past whatever made them break up, then that's good. Good for them, and Tim's stupid pining literally does not matter.

Maybe Tim is overthinking this. Kon probably spent actual Valentine's with Cassie. Today is just, like, Palentine's, or whatever that dumb Pinterest shit is.

"Yeah, I figured you didn't. It's chill. C'mon, sit, I got a movie all picked out already and you don't get any say in the matter." Kon pats the sofa next to himself; Tim obediently sits down, sets the admittedly very soft teddy bear down at his side, and starts to untie the ribbon on the chocolates.

Kon's arm drapes itself over his shoulders. Tim bites the inside of his cheek and reminds himself that this is bro time, and that he's not gonna be pathetic about it.

...Still. Kon is warm, and he... uh. He must have bought some new cologne recently. He smells really nice.

The opening menu for "Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter" appears on his TV. Tim raises an eyebrow, then nods, impressed. "Good choice."

"Thank you. I knew you'd approve." Kon grins. "Eating your chocolate now, eh? You'll have to tell me which kinds're your favorite."

Tim opens the box, surveys the collection of different drizzled bonbons and truffles with pleasure, and picks one at random to pop into his mouth. It's rich and creamy, with a dark chocolate and raspberry filling that absolutely melts in his mouth, and he closes his eyes for a moment to savor it.

"Shit, dude." He looks at the box again, turning it over to see what brand it is, but the lid and bottom are both blank. Huh. "Where'd you get these?"

Kon rubs the back of his neck, a pleased grin on his face. "Oh, I actually, uh... made them. You like, huh?"

He made them?

Tim balks. Buying discount chocolate and a teddy bear to hang out for bro time is one thing, but... this? Uncertainty festers in his gut, and he frowns. "...What about Cassie?"

Kon blinks. "What about her?"

Is he playing dumb about this? Seriously? Tim huffs. "Shouldn't you be with her?"

Kon tilts his head to one side with a quizzical look, like some kind of stupidly cute puppy. "Rob, buddy... Cass 'n' I broke up, like, ages ago."

"I mean, yeah, but didn't you guys get back together?" Now Tim is beyond confused. "I saw you feeding her pie off your plate literally last week."

"Uh, yeah, as friends!" Kon groans. "I do that to Bart, too! Hell, I do that with you, dingus!" He runs a hand through his hair, slouches back against the cushions, and mutters to himself, "Well, this explains some things."

"Wait," Tim says. "So... you guys aren't back together?"

"No!" Kon's TTK gives him an aggressive hair-ruffle; Tim ducks his head, scowling. "We talked it all out and we're a lot happier as friends. And, uh... we're not getting back together, like. Ever. Ever-ever. That's part of what we... talked about."

Tim's world is flipping under his feet. "...Oh."

"Yeah, oh," Kon teases, and flicks the side of Tim's head. "Dude, for someone trained by the world's greatest dete—"

"Not this again," Tim groans, and Kon cracks up next to him, and suddenly everything feels normal again.

"You'll never escape." Kon bumps their temples together. "Now shut up, eat your chocolates, and watch Abe Lincoln hunt some zombies with me, man."

Tim picks up another bonbon, settles in against Kon's side, and figures he can take a hint, now and then. They can iron out the details after the movie.

"That doesn't sound so bad," he agrees. Kon presses play, and Tim pops his bonbon into his mouth and smiles as sweetness blooms on his tongue.

♥ angst/fluff prompts ♥

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Hehehehe it's my shark week so rank the yanderes on their help-ability (idk if it's a word)

Yandere men and their help-ability on your shark week/period

I was also thinking of writing this last week since I was on my shark week also that time, but then I got busy so >-<

YAN! ARTIST:7/10

Arlen's pretty sensitive to stuff involving you. Of course, this meant your period too. This is one of the few times he'll leave you alone to let you somehow rest (he's aware that he's real clingy). He'll provide what you ask him to provide, but will not do it voluntarily since he wants to respect what you actually need depending on what you say.

"Muse? Do you need something? Ah, hot compress and hot chocolate? Sure. Just wait for me, okay?"

YAN! DRAGON:8/10

Vincent's also sensitive, but to blood. He can smell it, and he gets really uncomfortable. Not to the concept of period, but he's uncomfortable due to the fact that blood is permeating from you. It feels to him like you're bleeding to death despite it being a natural biological phenomenon. So he gets fussy around you and ends up being always worried, pressing his giant dragon head on your abdomen since his body temperature is higher that most monster kin and people. He also brings stuff you need to make sure you're comfortable. Although, he's quite blunt sometimes...

"Love, are you okay? I can smell the blood being a bit stronger this time. Is the flow strong? Hmm? Why are you blushing, love?"

YAN! THEATER ACTOR:9.5/10

Ignatius would actually know a lot about periods, surprisingly enough. He did play feminine roles before, and is a girl's man. An Alan if you will if you exclude the yandere-ness and the arrogance. So he's knowledgeable about stuff like this (probably more than you). He'll track your period for you, and if you're irregular, he makes sure he has an extra pad/tampon/diva cup for you. He's ready to drop the primadonna persona for once and shower you with attention.

"Stop! My god, darling! *whispers* you have a stain. Here, take my sweater. Wrap it on your waist. Then we'll go to my locker to get a new sanitary item and an extra pair of pants. Don 't worry. I'll gouge the eyes of those who saw your stain."

YAN! BUTLER:10/10

Ugh, what do we expect from the perfect butler himself? Also knows your period cycle if regular, and if you're irregular, he somehow knows when you would get your period like a week before. And he's always accurate. Tea, biscuits, sanitary items of the highest quality, somehow always have a change of a dress on him? Where does he even store it? Anyways, what i'm saying is, this man is gonna be your go to when you're on your period fr.

"Master, would you like some chocolate bonbons? I have some right here. Haha, you're just craving them? Then i'm glad I know you well enough. Here, and some medicine too."

YAN! SUGAR DADDY:5/10

As much as I love Rowan, he's probably not the best when you're on your period. He's probably the type to ask "what's your p0xxy size?" when you ask him to buy pads LMAO. He clueless, really. Despite being such a playboy before. He's also a busy man, so he's not going to be that attentive with you. But he does compensate with showering you with what you need and want though. Just... Don't ask him to buy sanitary items without specifying what brand, size, and absorbency... He will not be embarrassed to ask you shameless questions like earlier. He will get better with time though... I think.

"Darling, why do you need an extra long one? Is your p0xxy that long or-- OW! OUCH! HEY! DON'T HIT ME!"

YAN! JOCK:8/10

Since Damon is actually not a clueless jock and is an intellectual in disguise, he knows about periods. And will probably research more for you. He will run to the convenience store for you, buy you painkillers, snacks... He will be your personal errand boy for the week! This is one of the times he thanks his athletic prowess that let's him be of use of you in your shark week.

"You need painkillers, babe? Sure! Also chocolate? Um, let's see. If my route is on street X, then I could probably go around the pharmacy then the convenience store... Okay! Just wait for me. Be back in a jiffy!"

YAN! ASSASSIN:4/10

His fellow assassins in the organization more or less don't get periods anymore due to the abusive training they get there. Maybe rarely, but mostly gone. But since he needs to be academically smart to think critically, he knew about the nuances of periods. But that's it. Don't expect this guy to be helpful, he will just fumble and act smart but in reality he's not skilled in taking care of someone in their periods.

"Angel, you think that you can tell me what to do to help you? I'm clueless here. But I swear I'll help ya."

YAN! EX-BOYFRIEND:4/10

Lee never paid attention to you before you broke up. So with you back in his arms, he's discovering quite a lot about you. And that meant your period routines also. If you're the type to have painful periods, panic will settle inside this man. He doesn't know what to do with that. He will fumble and fall, which is new to Lee. But learning new stuff about you actually is exciting for him. So, he may not be the best to take care of you, he will be willing to learn.

"Uh, are you okay? You look like you're about to die... Is it that painful? Fuck. I don't know what to do... The pharmacy? Okay. Uh, shit. Know what painkillers you need? Like the period specific? You'll list it down? Thank you."

YAN! COWBOY:5/10

Bad news, Knoxx will be at most average in your period. Being someone who only had you as his lover, he's pretty much new to helping you with your period. He's so focused on his horses before that he never really paid that much attention to women's biology before. Now, that you're with him, he's eagerly trying to help you as much as he can. Unfortunately, it was the bare minimum.

"Darlin! I got yer some pads! Uh... Wrong size? There are sizes? Ah sorry darlin. Can't you use them? Too short? Also mediocre brand that gets blood everywhere? Oh that's bad darlin... Okay, I'll try to find a better one."

YAN! EMO:3/10

Ashton's a lonely man. He never got together with a person before, let alone somebody with a womb. He's a single sadboy before you. He never listened to classes too, so he's really dumb when it comes to periods. His sensitivity can only get so far when it's actual human biology is involved. He will not be helpful, that's for sure. So uh, just make him run errands for snacks for you.

"What can I do? I feel so bad... I bought you tampons/pads when you use the opposite, and cold compress. Snacks? I can do that..."

YAN! WEREWOLF:6/10

Being a werewolf, he doesn't know the concept of periods. In his species, there's only the concept of Heats and Ruts, so human periods baffle him. But hey, he learns quick. So just simple instructions from you, he gives. He's average really. But due to his wolf form and the natural heat coming from him, he's a large stuff toy to cuddle AND hot compress in one.

(ugh werewolves have so much different biological concepts from each other that my werewolf specie is an amalgamation)

"Ah, you need cuddling again? Sure. Let me just shift. So go lie on the bed now and I'll be with you. Make sure to have a towel underneath your hips so no stains."

YAN! EX-HUSBAND:7.5/10

Iñigo's actually really attentive. He knows quite a lot about you so he knows your rituals on your periods. He makes sure that you're well fed, well taken care of, and if you need anything at all, he would give it on a silver platter. He makes sure that everyone respects your privacy and needs despite your mood swings. He's extra patient with you, and he works at home by this time to take care of you.

"Wifey, you good? Why I'm working in your room? Well, you told me earlier not to leave you right? So I'm here. Don't worry, just sleep in your fort, I'll be right here."

YAN! HOSPITAL CHAIRPERSON:10/10

Being a person in the medical field, he knows more than you know about periods. Plus, his paranoia would make him really attentive. Maybe a bit over, but you know he'll provide you everything you need. Especially if you're the painful type. Medicine will always be on stock, and that hot compress and food good for periods will be with you always. Also has access to the best sanitary items. Extra absorbent for pads and tampons, and holds a lot of blood with enough suction and a long pull tab for diva cups. He's the perfect man for the job, and he's really glad to help you.

"Did you eat the soup I gave you? Yes? Good. Here, medicine. You told me it hurts a lot, right? I told you, just call me if the medicines ran out."

YAN! VILLAIN:8.5/10

Eros did come from the modern era, and was astounded by the bad sanitary items in this era. Magic is the new technology, but they can't even make decent sanitary pads? Unbelievable. So you know he made it a business opportunity. It was taboo talk, period that is. Noble lords found it vulgar, some noble women too, but they ultimately gave in and was surprised by it's effectiveness than just.... Cloth. When asked, he will answer that he made the pad just for your needs. And you know that this man spoils you a lot with the profits.

"See? That's better than those flimsy cloths. it feels comfortable, right? Without it worrying if it will untie. It's just for you, my duchess."

YAN! POLITICIAN:6.5/10

With how busy he is, he's probably not around you that much when you're on your period. BUT he will be giving you what you need and want. He will be absent, sure, but he always have the cctv camera rolling to see if you're in pain, in need of food, or new sanitary items. And if he sees that you need something, he will be ordering somebody to buy you things.

"I saw that you needed medicine. So I let my vice mayor bring it to you. Don't worry, he's compensated. I'm just glad you're not in pain anymore."

YAN! MAFIA BOSS:8/10

Surprisingly, Hades is really good at taking care of you on your period. His men will be errand boys on your beck and call. He will be extra careful with you, maybe a bit too much. He will princess carry you if you want. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner in bed? Yes! Hot compress always hot, and entertainment will be always with you. If you want, his men will entertain you too. But then, it will be a bad idea cuz if you laughed at this men's antics... His jealousy will trigger.

"You good? You need to eat... A what? I don't think that's available here, love but hey, nothing that I can't get. Just wait for me, love. I'll just order my men to find it here."

[adellennehocoleux]

FFXIV RP EVENT: Barbier Boutique!

Would you like to write out a visit to the modiste for new clothes, a fitting, maybe a nice pair of gloves? Or do you simply want to sit dreamily by the window sipping chocolate, and snacking on bonbons?

Len Barbier's boutique will be open on Tuesday, September 17, beginning at 7pm EST!

All transactions are IC gil (donation will be used to buy Glam items for new players and people getting into RP!), and sometimes I like to draw out your OC in whatever clothing item Len designs for them!

Dynamis - Maduin - Empyrium (Ingleside Apt) - Ward 7 - Room #18

[piedpiperworld]

Functional Valentine's Set

Functional Valentine's Set can be found under Small Apliances.

It can be placed on the ground, table, countertop.

When you click on it you'll see option to purchase gifts.

Which will show a picker menu from where you can buy:

3 different types of the craftable wine (red, white and rose).

Roses (EA, my pink and white),

Chocolate box (you can open it and in your Sim's inventory will appear 6 edible chocolate bonbons)

Heart-shaped cookies box (you can open it and 3 random colored cookies will appear in your Sim's inventory)

3 different types of perfumes from the Perfumery

DOWNLOAD (Early Access)

Public: 5th of march 2023

@sssvitlanz @maxismatchccworld

[mysticstarlightduck]

Food Questionnaire Tag!

I was tagged by @thelovelymachinery (here) and I believe that I was also tagged by @the-golden-comet a while back but I'm so swamped with tags that I cannot find it 🥲

Rules: Answer the food-related questions provided using the voices of your OCs. The yummier the descriptions, the better!

I'll go with Dylan Millihan, Liam Steele, and Christine Nespor from What Lurks In The Hollow for this one <3

what is one comfort meal that'll change your whole mood for the day?

Dylan: Eh. It takes a lot to change my mood for the better after a bad day if I can be brutally honest. I guess some pizza is always nice - might not change my whole mood for the better but it's my favorite food so, whatever. I'd take it over anything else.

Liam: Why do you ask? (he grumbles, eyes narrowed, before begrudgingly answering) Okay, fine. I like shepherd's pie, with as much cheese as possible. Uncle Nick is a pretty good cook, all things considered, and he makes some pretty good pies. I also love the cookies, especially the chocolate chip ones me and Savvy buy in the arcade, they're crunchy.

Christine: Oh! Oh, that's a good one! I love Mac & Cheese, but not the icky takeout ones that are always chewy like gum, or the store-bought ones that taste like plastic. I'm talkin' about the homemade ones! With that sweet, melty cheese goodness with some bacon sprinkled on top. That's the one. I also love me a good coffee - can't start the day without one, but don't come to me with that iced coffee BS, I like mine pipin' hot. Like so hot it feels like it was sourced straight from the earth's core or the depths of hell's fiery abyss. Yeah. Am I weird? (laughs)

what is an experience (good or bad) that has turned you off or on to a food completely?

Dylan: Y'know, I used to love those honeycomb toffee candies, the crispy ones and all. But then during a festival, Mrs. Draycott came up to me and was like (imitates the annoying 50-year-old 'female cougar' voice) "Oh my. Sweetheart, you're looking as SCRUMPTIOUS as a honeycomb fresh from the oven, aren't you?"

And I. wanted. to. die. Like not really but (mock gags in disgust) c'mon! What kind of fucked up, 'Karen' pick-up line is that? And, better yet, who even has the time to come up with shit like that? (sighs, wearily pinching the bridge of his nose) I might need a restraining order at this point, it's giving horror movie vibes. I can't have honeycombs anymore, thanks, Mrs. Draycott. Yay.

Liam: Okay, so when I was like 7 or something, my Uncle was having this garden party with his friends, I think, and they were having sushi. Thing is, 7-year-old me didn't know what sushi was, and me being a dumb little shit thought, wholeheartedly, it was candy. Like bonbons. For some odd reason! Cue me, who had been running around the yard all day, swooping into the patio table, picking one of the sushis, running off, and eating it whole before anyone could explain otherwise. I was expecting coconut candy covered in chocolate, or something sweet. What I got... was raw fish and rice. Long story short I ended up throwing up in the garden and I could never have sushi again after that. I tried once! I swear I tried! And it's okay that people like it. But even now the texture just feels...too slimy and it gives me the ick. Nuh-uh.

Christine: I think the time I ate a hot dog at an admittedly very shady establishment - looking back with hindsight - on the side of the road one time while traveling and got salmonella. Yeah, that hotdog was not a good idea on my part (chuckles). Spent the following week almost getting my soul exorcised from my body in the bathroom, in a metaphoric sense, if ya know what I mean. Now I can't even think about eating a hot dog again. It's a nah for me, bro.

if you could eliminate one piece of produce, meat, dairy or sweets off the earth what would it be?

(I'm not sure about this one but I think all three of them would answer onions, garlic, or stinky foods because those are disgusting and should be banned from the menu lmao)

and dessert is normally saved for last, but if you could what would you order for your entree at a restaurant?

Dylan: I guess, uh. I don't know, vanilla ice cream? I know you're gonna call me 'basic' for that, but I don't care. Vanilla is the best ice cream flavor out there and this is the hill I'll die on.

Liam: Hm. The chocolate chip cookies from the arcade. Gosh, those are just amazing. I could eat a whole packet! Or two, even!

Christine: Churros! The cinnamon and sugar ones with coffee sweet cream filling. That's heaven right there for me, yeah.

what are some food fusions that should never be mixed?

Dylan: Don't you ever mix savory, fried, spicy potato chips with marshmallows or melted ice cream or... god forbid, chocolate! That should be a sin or at least some sort of infraction because holy fuck.

Liam: If I see anyone else putting freaking pineapple or worse, watermelon on pizza I swear I will have a nervous breakdown and turn into a slasher movie villain. Not quite really, but keep FRUITS AWAY FROM MY PIZZA!

Christine: I'm probably gonna get hated on for this one. But avocados on a salty toast with eggs and pepper are a hate crime against humanity and I can't stand people who think that's a reasonable breakfast.

what food spot are you gatekeeping and why?

Dylan: My dude. I'm broke. I barely go out to eat in restaurants. I mostly eat at home or order cheap takeout pizza or something. And even if I wasn't broke, I just don't like eating around people whom I don't know in general, and I don't feel much at ease at restaurants unless I am in a really good mood.

Liam: I like 'Nana's Witchy Speakeasy'. The name might be odd or off-putting but it's just a nice little diner owned by this kooky old lady named Betty, who's one of the funniest people I know to be honest. Me and my friends love going there for a snack at the end of the day, the place's great.

Christine: Not sure, but there's this one milkshake place that sells the most wonderful chocolate frappes on earth. It's a bit far from my place but gosh it's so worth it.

cooking is a life skill, why haven't you started learning yet!?

Dylan:...Why haven't I learned it? I already have. I know how to cook. And quite well at that, though not perfectly - I'm my sister's legal guardian, do you think I would be able to manage having a moody teenager in my house all the time if I didn't know how to cook? No. I just don't usually have the time and patience for it, so I end up ordering takeout, but I always make us homemade breakfast.

Liam: 'Cause the last time I tried it I almost ended up setting the kitchen on fire, carbonized one of our best skillets, and was banned from the kitchen for a year (laughs). And cause I don't have the patience to learn, and already have other people in my life who cook really well.

Christine: Hey!!!! I know how to cook. Really, really well at that. I hate industrialized food and don't really crave fast food, but I love myself some good homemade food. I cook for myself every day, it's almost like a meditation for me - it makes me happy and calm, and at the end I get to eat something delicious. It's great!

Is there a smell that reminds you of something you never want to remember?

Dylan: Not really, I'm not easily shaken by smells unless it's something really, really freaking strong or pungent, or if its those perfumes that give me a headache cause I'm allergic.

Liam: My friends and I were exploring the woods to try and find out why the place's cursed and what happened to the ghosts trapped inside, but then we stumbled across some...remains? I guess it was the remains of someone who was killed and eaten by the Mayor's ghouls, and the smell of rotten flesh felt like it was stuck to my nostrils for a week. I hated that. I so hated that.

Christine: I'm not sure. I guess not emotionally, but I do hate the smell of salads and especially vinegar-based salad dressings. It makes me wanna puke - and the thing is it's not for any particular reason. It's not a trauma or anything. I just hate the smell, it's foul.

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @wyked-ao3, @topazadine @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @thecomfywriter

@thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams @amaiguri

@cherrychiplip @thecomfywriter

@differentnighttale, @leahnardo-da-veggie

[pixieprince]

Ortie!! I’m really sorry this is late, but… I got you some Palentine’s chocolate! Or, well, I got Arven to make some, it’s a long story, cuz I may have forgotten to buy chocolate until yesterday…

But!! It’s sooo good, you’ve got to try some. And also… thanks for being my friend, through everything. I hope you know you’re super important to me! Hasta la vistar~*

Pelipper Mail!

[There’s a lot of chocolate here! There’s some truffles decorated to look like regular Poké Balls and Luxury Balls specifically, some ruby chocolate pink chocolate hearts, and one big, standout bonbon drizzled with pink icing and topped with pink fairy wings… the inside’s filled with a bunch of other treats?!]

Uuuuh, late? Luvdisc Day is just a day, tbh. You're not seriously apologizing for getting me a gift just cuz it's a different day.

And I mean, I thought Luvdisc Day was about, like... romance and stuff anyway. But, yaknow, as long as you're offering-! Gimme gimme!!!

...

What. The. HECK!! Now I AM mad!!! I could seriously have had all this awesome candy yesterday? It could all be in my tummy right now?? Agh, I'm gonna have to eat so fast to catch up... woe is me, guess I'm gonna haveta eat allll this delicious chocolate right now to make up for lost time...

...And just so you know, you're really totally the worst. Like, actually. It's not like... you totally saved me from all those bullies or anything, or introduced me to all of my best besties, or are really really cool and smart, or... anything.

...Yeah, you BETTER feel bad about giving me this chocolate late!!!!

[orlissa]

I'm kinda at my wit's end.

The last time I was home at my parents, my mother told me - almost like a slip of the tongue, really - that she's been sponsoring two underprivileged boys (stepbrothers, 1st and 2nd grader) since like August/September. Not gonna lie, it hurt a little that she didn't tell me before. But like, wahtever. Her business.

Only ever since she's been making it my business. Because the kids needed advent calendars, and chocolates and an art set and a packet of bonbons and a big jar of Nutella for Saint Nick's (we basically do the stockings part of Christmas on Dec 6)/Christmas, which I had to get all - I mean, my mom is paying for them, but it was like four different trips I had to take, and carry some heavy stuff home from Budapest.

And now she is like "they need some toys for Christmas. What would you get for first-second grader boys for Christmas?" And she is asking me.

The thing is, I'm already stretched pretty thing around the holidays, I'm taking care of the gifts I'm giving, and also pretty much what my parents are giving to whomever they are giving them to. I do all the shopping. Plus now I'm on a pretty tight deadline too.

And I did not ask for this. I did not consent to this.

So this morning I told her that I wouldn't get them anything, because I don't have the time/the mental energy/the bandwith/the spoons to care about them and to search for something for them as well.

Now, my mom is not used to me telling her no. And she is also a master of guilt tripping. So you can image what followed.

But I thought we put an end to this convo. And then this afternoon she goes again "so they you'll buy some toy for them, right?"

No, I won't. I can't handle figuring that stuff out too. She wanted to sponsor these kids. Which is great! But then handle the gifts as well! Or if she can't, just give them money! I don't care!

[brittle-doughie]

What if a Y/N cookie who are famous decides to take a tour to take a few days off, this place is very special for them since it was there where they grew up but before leaving Y/N decide to take a cookie with them to accompany them (any cookie you choose) and make a Video Vlog together with that cookie showing nature and its typical foods from that place but also doing dumb things in the video laughing together.

This of course will make the other cookies feel jealous but once Y/N arrive at their house they promise to take them to visit too.

From Afar

You thought it was no big deal when you decided to let Chocolate Bonbon Cookie come with you on this vacation to your former childhood home, it was the least you could do after she spent the last couple months working hard on your outfits. She swears that your patronage was just fine, but you insisted after all her work for you.

Catching you off guard was her arriving in her A.C.I.D. outfit, something that she catches onto and reiterates that she wouldn’t normally wear this to outings, but since this was a special occasion (and you called her pretty in it before) she’ll wear it to this occasion!

So here was the two of you at the Dessert Paradise Resort, you took care of everything for the two of you. Bonbon did try to chip in often, but you’ve stopped her each time. She’s helped you, so now it was your turn to help out a lovely lady like her. She couldn’t help but get all red with your compliments, of which she returned with kisses on the cheek.

You took a lot of photos of your travels across your former home with her, some including Bonbon being physically affectionate with you like hugging your side or resting her head on your shoulder. There’s even a video vlog of the two of you together, having a nice time at a outside bar, sharing drinks together. The juice did make Bonbon a little bold, she couldn’t keep her hands off of you as she giggled. You chuckled with her as she went for a kiss on your cheek!

When you returned home, you uploaded some of your photographed memories of the vacation to your Creamstagram, the reception being positive with commentators happy for the both of you having a good vacation together.

Some comments did have some objections, you could probably tell who some of them were.

Croissant got paranoid when she sees how affectionate Bonbon was with you in these photos/blog, you had to handle messages from her often. Reassuring her that Bonbon didn’t mean anything by it, she was just an affectionate cookie with you. Croissant buys it, but has you promise to take her next time!

Sour Belt you knew would be the comment section, she feels her relationship with you is threatened with all these photos! If you wanted outfits, you could’ve came to her and she would’ve totally worked on them for you! She doesn’t blame you, Bonbon probably wooed you over with her classical outfits. So be it, two can play at that game!

You could practically feel Lime pouting at the screen with her comment. Yeah, these photos and video were nice and all, but wouldn’t they have been better if you brought along her and Orange? You would definitely have a lot more fun at the resort if you brought them along, no offense to Bonbon though!

You had to reply to these envious cookies that you’ll take them on the next trip! In DMs, of course. You didn’t want another war in the comment section.