#she is a sweetie pie but always really random

[the-flying-trex]

Today at work, a resident's mother calls the group’s number to schedule a visit. It went like this:

Me : Hello, * my name* for *name of the group*

Mama : Yes, hello ! I’m the mama of * resident’s name*

Me : how are you ma’am ? How may I help you today ?

Mama : I’m great thanks ! Actually, who is it ? Who’s responding?

Me : it’s * my name* !

Mama : Ah ! Yes the little one !

Me : … yes the small one… indeed ? 🥲

Mama : so I was calling … *talks about the visit*

* it was so random wtf. I was baffled for 5sec but then I laughed!! I was like? Did she really tell me that? *

[allisluv]

this is a random idea, and you totally dont have to write it if you arent comfortable but could i maybe request a oneshot about reader who sh with finnick and like they havent had sex yet because she doesnt want him to see her scars and its just lots of comfort and really fluffy?

good things come to those who wait.

pairing: finnick o'dair x fem!victor!reader

content warnings: this work contains topics regarding self-harm and scars, however nothing is graphic at all, and this is mainly focused on the comfort aspect of things. finnick is a sweetie pie, pre-established relationship, mentions of sex but nothing intimate, hurt/comfort.

word count: 1.0k

author's note: this is a topic that really hits home with me, and my intentions are never and will never be to offend anyone. my inbox and dm's are always open. this work is purely made to help people feel less alone, not to romanticise any topics covered.

Finnick has always been ever so sweet with you. He has never once made you feel pressured into doing anything you weren’t ready for, and that’s one of the many things that separate him from your past boyfriends. 

You know he would never even think about judging you for the scars on your thighs but no matter how much you reassure yourself that he wouldn’t mind, there is still that tiny voice in the back of your head that says, “What if?”

You’re seven months into your relationship with Finnick when you decide that it’s best you sit him down and have a conversation with him about how youre feeling. Things are starting to get serious and you can tell that despite his gentleness and his patience, he’s beginning to worry that there’s another reason for why you havent slept with him yet. Finnick opened up to you about his sexual trauma in the Capitol pretty early on into your relationship and you don’t want him to worry that you think he’s “broken” or “damaged goods” and that’s why you haven’t slept with each other yet, because that couldn’t be farther from the truth. 

You think Finnick is without a doubt the most handsome man you have ever laid eyes on— but he’s so much more than that, too. Hes considerate and thoughtful and caring and kind and you don’t want to ever make him think he’s not good enough. 

So despite your anxiety, you push through and anxiously wait on the sofa for Finnick to return home from his dip in the ocean. 

Your heart is thudding against your ribcage so fast that you fear it may jump straight out of your chest. The front door opens and shuts before Finnick calls out your name. 

“Im in here!” You shout back, focusing all your effort on keeping your voice steady and calm. 

Finnick peeks his head into the living room and smiles. Two dimples poke into his cheeks, one on either side of his mouth, as he grabs a beach towel off the radiator and starts to dry himself off. He’s caught off guard when you don’t immediately start chastising him for dripping water in the house, and that is the first thing that sends bells off in his head. “Angel? You okay?” 

You suck in a steadying breath and pat the sofa next to you. “Can we talk?” Finnick’s mind starts whirring into overdrive as he worries that you might be breaking this off with him, and you instantly backtrack when you see the panic on his face. “No, no, I’m sorry. Don’t panic, I just need to tell you something. It’s nothing bad, Finnick, I promise.”

He seems to relax a little at your comforting words but his steps are still tentative as he crosses the room and sits down on the sofa next to you. “Alright,” He says warily. “Do you wanna tell me what’s going on?” 

You swallow the lump in your throat. You know this is going to be an awkward conversation to have, but both you and Finnick agreed that communication was key to maintaining a healthy relationship. You figure you might as well be honest and get this over with. There’s no point in beating around the bush so you come right out and say it as bluntly as possible. “I wanted to talk about why we haven’t had sex yet. I mean, that’s something you want, right?”

Finnick nods reassuringly. “Of course it is but only when you’re ready. I don’t want you feeling pressured into it.”

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips. “I want to. God, I really, really want to. I’m just scared.” 

Finnick tilts his head to one side but slowly reaches out to grab your hand. He intertwines your fingers together. “Okay. What are you scared of, angel?”

It takes everything in you not to burst into tears and you have to clear your throat a couple of times before talking aloud. “I have scars. On my thighs.”

Realisation dawns on Finnick but he doesn’t open his mouth to say anything. Instead, he nods to show that he is listening, and squeezes your hand to encourage you to continue. 

“I was going through a really tough time after I won my games. I turned to some… well, less than healthy coping mechanisms. I’m better now. I haven’t done… that, in a good few years. But I still have scars from it.” You take a deep breath, keeping your eyes trained on a spot on the floor in front of you. “I know you wouldn’t judge me but I was just scared that you’d think I was damaged or—”

“Okay, let me stop you there.” Finnick cuts in. His voice is stern but soft. “Angel, some scars don’t scare me, and they certainly don’t make me think you’re anything less than beautiful. All it does is tell me how resilient my girl is. I would never think less of you for this. I need you to know that, alright?” 

It feels like a weight has been lifted off your chest. “No, I know that, I just— I don’t know. I was scared you were gonna leave me.” 

Finnick uses his free hand to smooth your hair off your forehead. “I know, angel, I know,” He murmurs. “Youre not gonna get rid of me that easily, okay? I’m in this for the long haul.” He smiles softly and knocks his shoulder into yours. 

You worry your bottom lip between your teeth as you finally make eye contact with him. “You’re not saying this just to make me feel better, right?”

Finnick scoffs but his voice is full of affection when he speaks. “Angel, you should know by now that I’m gonna tell you the truth, regardless of if you want to hear it or not.”

You chuckle. “Fair point, well made.” You hesitate. “So, you know, just to clarify, you do want to sleep with me?”

Finnick grins. “More than anything. But we’re gonna do this at your pace, okay? We’re gonna take it as slow as you need.”

Your lips tug downwards into a frown. “You don’t mind waiting?”

Finnick pecks your forehead. “You know what they say, good things come to those who wait.” He pauses. “And, angel?”

“Mhm?” 

“Scars or not, I still think you’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

[jacksdinonuggets]

~Overwhelmed~

Summary: Charlie gets a little overwhelmed and goes into an anxiety attack. oh no! luckily Lucifer can help her.

The smell of sweet apple pie filled the hotel as Lucifer took his pastry out of the oven. It smelled magnificent. He baked it just right. Since they never got to celebrate their victory, having to rebuild the hotel quickly and what not, the residents were holding a small party in the dining room area. There were pastries, deserts, appetizers, and more junk food with drinks. Everyone was downstairs, chatting, having a good time. Everyone except Charlie. Lucifer knew she wouldn’t want to miss out on his pie, she loved it! So he went to search for her.

“Where ya going, short king?” Angel asked when he saw that Lucifer was leaving.

“Charlie hasn’t come down yet so I’m going to go get her. She doesn’t want to miss my apple pie” he explained, “toodle-loo!” he waved before exiting the kitchen.

He walked in the hallways, checking each room, trying to find out where she was. It was a hotel for goodness sake! She could be anywhere! It was strange though, how she didn’t come down immediately after smelling the deserts coming out of the oven. She had a very strong sweet tooth. 

Now he was getting worried. He checked almost all the places she could be. Her office, the library, the living room, a bunch of random rooms, and a balcony. The only place he hadn't checked was her room. So he made his way back down to the 1st floor and walked towards the staff hall, where all the staff’s bedroom’s were. He saw that Charlie and Vaggie’s room’s door was cracked open. Suspicious. He moved closer to it, and heard strange noises coming from inside. This got him worried. He slowly opened the door, a creak coming from it.

“Charlie? You okay?” he asked as he entered. When he took in the view that greeted him, he could tell that she was obviously not okay.

His little girl was clutching her stuffed ducky, panting heavily as she rocked back and forth in the middle of her bed, sitting criss cross applesauce. Her eyes shot up to meet his when she was alerted that another being entered her presence. She gasped for air as her hyperventilating became worse.

Charlie didn’t want to be seen right now. It was embarrassing to have someone watch you as you’re having a panic attack. That’s why she started to get worse the more he looked at her.

“Ducky, what’s wrong?” he went up to her, trying to remain calm himself. He knew if he started panicking about what to do, she would get worse.

However, Charlie didn’t answer and just continued to gasp for air.

“Take some deep breaths, Char-Char, you can do it,” he sat next to her, putting a hand on her back. She sank in her fathers touch. It was comforting but not enough. It was still hard.

“You got this, sweetie, In,” he paused, “And out” he exhaled, showing her how to breathe.

She followed his instructions, trying to get a grasp. It was so hard to ground herself. This panic attack was really bad. Lucifer could tell too. So he massaged her scalp. That always seemed to help calm her down. 

Soon enough, she managed to get a grasp, no longer feeling like she had run a marathon with no break. 

“You okay now, Char-Char?” he asked. He squeezed her ducky even more but nodded, “what happened?”

“I-I- I started thinking a-about Dazzle and that got me thinking about heaven. How they could attack at any moment without warning. What if they ruin the hotel again? What if Vaggie or the other’s die?!” She started back up again, but Lucifer was quick to act and calmed her down.

“Duckling, it’s okay, the hotel is safe. I’m here, Alastor’s here, and Vaggie can take care of herself and the other’s just fine,” he said. 

“M scared, Dada.” she snuggled up in his lap, slipping right into little space.

Lucifer, sensing the drop in her headspace, hugged her and played with her hair.

“It’ll be okay, sweetheart. Your daddy will beat up anyone who dares attack the hotel!” He promised before tickling her armpits. She giggled and tried slamming her arms against her waist, but it was no use for the tickle monster. Her smile filled her face, bringing sunshine to rain. It made Lucifer happy that his little girl was feeling better.

“I love you, sweetie,” he kissed her forehead. He summoned Charlie’s rainbow paci and a childrens book. He plopped the soother in her mouth.

“Wanna hear a story?” He asked, opening the book. She nodded, needing the love of her father and a distraction from her anxious thoughts.

“Once upon a time…” he began.

When the story was over, Charlie was begging for another one. So he read her another one. And then another one. And one more. And by the time Charlie got bored, Lucifer needed a nap. He wondered how she would react if he brought her downstairs with everyone.

“Hey ducky? Do you want to come downstairs? We’re having a bit of a party and there's even apple pie,” He proposed.

“Apple pie?! Ye’sh!” she lisped due to the pacifier in her mouth. She put her arms in the air, asking for uppies. Him being a short king, and Charlie being really tall made it look and feel weird to hold her. But it helped his daughter so he had to bear through it.

When Lucifer brought Charlie downstairs, everyone was very accepting of her. She was carrying her ducky with her and played with it too while she was at the party. She mainly kept to herself, playing on the floor and running around the kitchen and dining room, but she also would go up to the others whenever she wanted attention. Luckily, everyone would give it to her within a heartbeat. It was cute to see Charlie, waddling around with her pacifier and carrying around a stuffy. Even though she was really tall, she managed to look really small. 

During the party, Charlie was given a lot of sweets. She would give puppy eyes if anyone was hesitant. She also asked almost everyone there if she could have more candy and deserts. No one could say no. She loved the apple pie the best though. Unfortunately that led to a big tummy ache. 

Charlie curled up under one of the tables and whimpered, squeezing Quacky. She ate too many sweets and now had to pay for it. She whined as another stomach cramp rolled over her. 

Lucifer noticed how his little girl was nowhere to be seen and immediately got worried. He heard a whine that sounded like Charlie and followed the noise. He came upon a table in the corner of the room. He looked underneath it and saw poor Charlie, laying on the ground, hugging her stuffy and sucking on her pacifier. Most of the time, she just had it in her mouth for comfort, but the fact that she was sucking on it heavily, made him know she was in pain.

“Hey little one, you okay?” he asked. She shook her head.

“Tummy hurts,” she whimpered

“You ate too much?” he asked, to which she nodded. He sighed and pulled her out from under the table and lifted her up. He carried her back upstairs and set her down in her bed. He laid her down and changed her into some pajamas before giving her a tummy soothing pill. He also set a trashcan next to her in case anything came up. 

Tucking her in, he gave her a kiss on the head. She needed a nap. Tummy pains weren’t fun to deal with and it often tuckered the poor girl out. She was almost fully asleep when he turned out her lights. It hurt him to see his baby girl in pain, but he was also happy that she was feeling better and could regress around others.

[seeingivy]

Do you draw inspiration from.your own life (events, emotions...) to write ?

HEAVILY!!!!

I think this is something I do specifically for my longer form fics...the one shot tend to be more of the sporadic, cute scenarios I imagine while I go to sleep. but longer form fics are where I really start digging into my own life and putting my own thoughts/feelings into it

a few examples:

roommate eren: actually doesn't really apply, because that was so early into my writing.

method acting eren: (gets bullet points)

eren as a character and y/n as characters I feel have parts of myself that I often feel like are at war with in my own head lol (which is why they have conflict!!)

y/n gets swayed by people around her so quickly and cares about what people think - a little too much. eren is also just deeply self destructive at times and so in his own head that he can't see what's in front of him at all. those two things combined are not a pretty combo, which is why x y and z happens in method acting.

historia's whole being jealous of y/n arc is based of me in real life!!! struggle with real life comparisons so hard and it can be something that is so obsessive for me. when the song lacy came out, it was the first time I really felt seen in the way that wanting to be like someone else so bad can be so all consuming that I wanted to kind of include that in the fic, esp how it pertains to female friendships (will say, all the reception I got about that character and that friendship soothed a lot of rough spots in my heart about that so I appreciate you all)

lana's struggles with love - particulary the part that she has bad relationships of love modeled to her, hence why she originally puts up with ricky in the first place is also based on me (guys this fic is so self indulgent please leave me alone ok) and I haven't reached the whole self actualized love part but i'll get there! (thank you for all the love on the lana character I could cry if I thought about it)

also a bit more deep, but a lot of criticism that I got about the fic (esp after the whole reveal of why eren did what he did) was like "oh he could have just told her" "I don't get why he didn't" was kind of meant to be a more subtle thing of how when you love someone who is struggling with mental illness/bad environments (which at that point he was in a kind of abusive relationship with his producer so), it's often that the way that they cope or react as a byproduct is sometimes something that doesn't make sense/isn't logical - and is no way that something to put up with (which is literally why she doesn't), but it's also why eren is more logical and rational when he gets help. you can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped (which at that point he didn't want to) and they need to put their own work in (which eren obv does after everything that happens)

^^ (this is based on relationships that i've had in my own life but also feeling put in that position of doing things that weren't rational and didn't make sense that hurt people and later realizing when I put the work in what a lot of that actually was and trying to have grace with it)

kind of random, but I always imagine method acting sasha as poc. I didn't want to say it explicit so people didn't start beefing with me about x y and z, but that's why she doesn't get the same treatment as y/n or mikasa. (not saying that y/n is white or fits beauty standards, but she's a self insert so I can't exactly assign her a race so the same point can't be made). but for the sasha character, it's kind of those feelings that poc/darker skinned girls get of not being the person anyone is interested in, the girl who is always funny and never pretty, super motherly but never the girl anyone has a crush on. anyways. (sincerely the token mom friend in highschool!!!)

best friends older brother sukuna:

so like. ive never talked to my best friends older brother. he is thirty. and he's also married to a sweetie pie.

THAT BEING SAID

a big part of that fic is obviously intimacy - but more the fact that there's a lot of depth to intimacy beyond sex - especially for people who have bad first experiences and how they kind of have to grapple with that afterwards (I will not elaborate on how I relate to this. connect dots.)

AND ALSO. sibling relationships is a big part of that fic. I have two older siblings (and the fic also has two older siblings). the relationships that I have with both of them are so dynamically different - in terms of good sibling/bad sibling (if that's even a thing, which the point is kind of that it's more complicated than that) and also younger/older dynamics

^^I won't elaborate more on that but just know in that fic that i've had my fair share of sammy and my fair share of sukuna - but also had my moments where i'm immature and not fair like y/n and yuuji. so.

thanks for this ask it was so fun!!! so sorry I yapped....and overshared.....

[ameliathefatcat]

Random headcanons for my Equestria AU

AJ is white, Fluttershy is Ashkenazi Jewish and Italian, Rarity was born in China and adopted by a French-American couple, Raindow Dash is Greek, Pinkie is African American and has vitiligo, Twilight is second generation Indian, and Sunset is Mexican

The mane seven are all speak at least two languages. Applejack can speak English, conventional in Spanish and knows good amount of Chinese, Fluttershy can speak English and Italian fluently, can read write in Hebrew pretty well and knows a handful of Yiddish words, Dashie knows English and Greek. For some reason Pinkie knows Latin (it’s Pinkie of course it’s language no one really speaks) and English and a good amount of Italian and French. Twilight speaks Hindi, English, and French. Sunset speaks English and Spanish. Rarity is fluent in English, Chinese and French and it conventional in Italian and Spanish.

Also all seven know ASL

Sunset is hard of hearing and wears hearing aids but sometimes she has to turn them off because she’s getting massive migraine. When she’s not wearing her hearing aids her friends sign everything for her

Twilight, Fluttershy, Big Mac, Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and Maud Pie are autistic, Pinke Pie, Dashie and Scootaloo have ADHD

Applejack and Fluttershy started an Interfaith alliance club (IAC) at CHS and are the co-presidents

Fluttershy is a vegan queen

Rarity was about six years old when her parents adopted her, and when she started school she knew limited English

AJ helped teach Rarity English and they still joke around about this to this day

Rarity and Sweetie Belle are biological sisters. Their parents didn’t know this when they adopted the girls.

AJ is a bit of a glass child, both her siblings are autistic plus Apple Bloom has heart defect

AJ always put others before herself and refuses to ask for help

This annoys everyone at times

The Apples are very religious Christians.

They are not hateful religious, they are love everyone type of religious

The Apples attend an inclusive Church. Granny Smith is the president of the Church board

Granny is super protective of her grandbabies

She is banned from the Senior center for beating up a homophobe during bingo

Pear Butter passed away in childbirth with Apple Bloom and Bright Mac passed away when Apple Bloom was four years old

Apple Bloom was born early and didn’t nearly survive

Apple Bloom spent a lot of her first few years in the hospital but she’s much healthier now

Both Big Mac and AJ spent a lot of time in hospital waiting rooms growing up and came up with little games to get by

Once Pinkie had to be taken to the ER and AJ played one of her little games as everyone waited for Pinkie

Scootaloo was born with a birth defect, their legs won’t fully developed and had to amputated when she was 18 months old

Scootaloo’s aunts actually adopted her

Aunt Holiday and Auntie Lofty are foster parents

Scootaloo grew up with many foster siblings over the years

Tender Taps is Scootaloo’s cousin/ adopted brother

Holiday and Lofty adopted Scootaloo when she was a baby and Tender Taps when he was about seven

Scootaloo has no fear and is the kid that ‘Do not try this at home’ warnings are for

They do it anyways

Also Scootaloo loves energy drinks too much

Apple Bloom isn’t allowed to have too much caffeinate due to her heart, Sweetie Belle doesn’t like most sugary drinks

The CMC have been friends since early intervention pre school

Sweetie Belle has several food aversion and has stomach issues

They are only like 10-15 foods that Sweetie Belle would eat

Her family doesn’t take her out to eat. If there is no food that Sweetie Belle would eat she would freak out

Rarity wishes her family was able to go out to fancy restaurants but Sweetie Belle wound eat anything on the menu

Sweetie Belle is a very talented actress and has been acting since she was seven

Sweetie Belle and Rarity love watching foreign films together

Babs Seed is biracial, half Mexican and half White

Babs is transmasc and he transferred to CHS due to all of the bullying at his old school

Babs went on a date with Diamond Tiara, after the movie Diamond found out that Babs’ trans and completely freaked out

She yelled ‘I’m not a lesbian’ and called Babs several slurs and though a compele temper tantrum

Trixie Lulamoon saw this and came to Babs defense

Trixie is trans fem and is super supportive of other trans students

Trixie is also wasian (Vietnamese)

Silver Spoon has type one diabetes

She’s very self conscious about this and doesn’t like people to know

Diamond Tiara is a toxic best friend to Silver Spoon

Diamond Tiara often makes fun of Silver Spoon for her interests

Silver Spoon has an older half sister Octavia Melody.

Silver looks up to Octavia, both sharing a love of music

Octavia and Silver share their father. Octavia’s mother left the family when Octavia was little.

Both sisters don’t have good relationships with their homophobic parents

Twist is Jewish

Twist goes to the same shul as Fluttershy

Pipsqueak is a little person

Pip loves Pirates of the Caribbean

Flash is Blasian (Korean)

Timber and Glorisa are culturally Jewish

[earako]

Okay, apparently more Nimona headcanons

- Ballister's nickname for Ambrosius usually tends to be 'lover.' Before they got together it was mostly shortened versions of Ambrosius name

- although the earrings from his mom were gold Ballister's a silver jewelry kinda guy. Which Ambrosius and Nimona noticed when making Ballister replica's of his mom's earrings

- Ballister gives really good head massages and Nimona and Ambrosius *will* fight to go first whenever he offers/just want to play with someones hair

- Although Nimona can speak in multiple languages they can't neccessarily *read* in the multiple languages they know [they picked up the language by hearing it constantly]

- Ambrosius and Ballister 100 percent had that second gen immigrant experience of getting slight whiplash at the change from their ethnic food to food provided by the institute. At home its soups, stew, and stir frys with plenty of greens. At the institute its mainly bread, though surprisingly stir frys also incorporates. The only familiar food there for a while is the stew and even thats seasoned differently

- Nimona totally experiments in the kitchen with random recipes she only half remembers. It's 50/50 on it being edible or not

- Since Nimona can breath fire the boys will ask them for help on stuff they'd usually use a lighter for [unless its delicate work]. Nimona loves it because instead of their fire breathing being seen as monsterous its seen as something helpful. Yes the boys always get Nimona a treat afterwards for helping them out

Aaand that's all for the meantime

Edit wait I lie I wanna add one more headcanon

- Whenever Ballister is just *done* with Ambrosius he calls him "dearheart." When he's *done* with Nimona he calls them -sweetie pie- [No I'm not projecting s h u s h-]

Edit 2: yeaahh sweetie pie sounds weird to me now, changing it to "you pink gremlin" / "darling menace"

[bravopotato]

Virus Mlp ideas

Okay so I'm not actually that into Mlp but I have been seeing these horror virus Mlp series so uh yea! :D

Basically, my idea is that it started orally. What do I mean? Well, I haven't really cleaned the idea up yet (I don't plan to actually use these so why should I?) but the idea is that Pinkie Pie basically got a cupcake as a gift from a friend who was at a party she had recently hosted. However, unknown to the two of them, the cupcake had gotten an influx of magic or something in it. So basically uh- you know their cutie marks??

Well, they have magic in them (I think???) and I feel like magic will almost always be warm/hot unless in other circumstances. So, how do they get them? I imagine it like most people imagine Undertale monsters get them, food! So, if a certain cupcake has an unreasonable amount of mafic in it then surely it would have bad side effects for the poor victim

And so this is how I imagine the symptoms are:

-Overheating

-Heat related irritation to the Cutiemark

-The glowing of the Cutiemark

-Aggression (caused by near constant overheating of the body and especially Cutiemark)

-Obsession/compulsion to complete tasks related to cutie mark (In Pinkie's case, she has random bursts of energy ((From the heat bc particles or something)) and will jump around trying to find items or just different ways to start a party or get everyone in a good or silly mood like what comes from parties)

-Lack of sleep (Duh, overheating)

-Headaches (Heat related, always heat related)

-And, most concerningly, the melting of the inside body

But why are they melting!? And how soon does this happen?? Well, because of the immense amount of magic the magic needs to form somewhere and so it chooses the closest thing to it, heat (Wow, so shocking). However, normal ponies can't handle that much and can melt. So, despite the magic trying not to EXPLODE in the body or something it's still harming the pony who isn't equipped to handle it even throughout their entire body.

Now, that's how the 'virus' works. But how would the ponies react and how would they be transferred the virus? Well uh- idk. BUT, it does turn airborne as (I'm trying to actually figure it out for yall bc I forgot abt this part srry ;p) the magic is trying to safely enter the body but can't leave all at once because of magic deficiency as well as heat deficiency. So, it goes to other ponies, and some ponies also get it orally which spreads it faster or something.

And so, Rarity soon gets afflicted with it. Unlike the now overactive Pinkie Pie, Rarity has gotten slower. It's like her own bones are melting first, so much sowing and dress making has made her 'arm' wrists worn and easy for melting. And so, she huddles in her home making dress after dress for all the people she can think of, friends, family, enemies, strangers she'd seen around town. Everyone, some even getting multiple. She knows she is ill and while Sweety Bell wants to help her sister, Rarity hides her issues as to not worry the only young sibling she wishes to have. She wishes to use her generosity to the fullest in what she believes will be her final months. She could be correct, if the magic continues to uncomfortably heat her body up like a pot being boiled. Sadly, no one has noticed the most blatant sign due to the fact that she wears dresses, suits, anything to hide her glowing Cutiemark. While she loves her mark and it's color, she cannot stand the glow as it reminds her of the sweltering heat of her home. Maybe she should open more windows, that will help right?

The next person who gets afflicted (Not come into contact) is Rainbowdash. I don't have a way she get's afflicted so I'll just make it up and you can flesh it out yourself. Rainbowdash had been so worried for Pinkie, yes she'd always been energetic but this was almost concerningly so. Her pink hair had gotten fluffier, and while Rainbowdash doesn't mind it's a sign that Pinkie's going too fast and is messing with her hair. So, she talks and hangs around Pinkie, nervously trying to see what's wrong and how to help. She is loyal after all. However, it comes to her falling as the magic has clung to her and made her faster than ever. She has Pinkie's issue, being too energetic. She doesn't understand why, but she can't help but want to fly and speed around all day with no breaks. And so she does, she speeds across town and forest and city and ocean, and then back home. It would have made a Sonic Rainboom, but only if she stopped. Passerby's see her and mention only one identifiable thing, her almost aflame rainbow hair. It's frizzed and spiked leading behind her due to her flight. She doesn't seem to notice. Maybe she can fly this energy and heat off...

AppleJack is next, and I didn't make any for her either. However, her affliction is probably pretty clear. She probably becomes more worried for her farm, obsessively thinking about it and her apples. Oh, her apples. She starts worrying about missing one, so she goes to the farm every morning and afternoon and she kicks her trees as hard as she can. Her hooves hurt, and the trees are dented and scary looking and look almost rotting, but she knows she must do this. She must be able to let her family farm thrive. So, if she has to ugly things up a bit, she doesn't mind. Granny does though, as well as her brother and sister. They don't know how to stop her worries.

Fluttershy would probably never leave her home, tending to her animals and trying to cool them off. It's so hot here, they must be so warm too. Yet, they freeze and chitter as if in winter. How odd. Surely, if she makes them colder like she wants someone to do to her, they will feel better. She'd feel better colder. The animals must be too hot. It's way too hot. Maybe she should add snow?

Spike probably can handle the heat tbh lmao

Twilight Sparkle is the second person to come into contact with the 'Virus', after Pinkie of course. She instantly notices her being ill and constantly tries to help yet she's so bouncy she gets out of her grasp. She ends up going to Celestia, who is bothered by this. How could Pinkie be so sick? Yet, it gets worse. More and more cases pop up, everyone is overheating in autumn and Twilight is concerned. I imagine she's in her princess wing and horn combo, so she can handle the heat and not get sick. Does she know that? No, but she's always been a little cold after being gifted wings.

Celestia and Luna both have never personally come across this disease, their bodies are built to withstand heaps of magic as it takes a lot to handle the actual sun and moon. So when everyone is hot because of magic, they both don't understand. They've been so cold for so long, it's hard to imagine such heat. Will they ever understand the issues of their kingdom? Maybe.

Chrysalis is.. Okay, so my first idea was that her army was like her kids??? I was thinking of bugs honestly lol. But the idea was that her army would get sick with the 'virus' (She had captured a sick pony and they got the sickness airborne) and because of their lack of cutie marks they would end up weaker. Also, because of their holes I imagine that they aren't all that strong/immune to illnesses so when they're struck by this they're all in despair. Why? Because they're MELTING. They are seeing each other melt and die to the heat and they don't understand it. Why wont their mother save them? Will Love help? How much love can fix this, and can they obtain it? The queen is doing no better, seeing all her people go so ill they cannot move. She herself, while much stronger, is not able to combat the magic and has faced her own weakness in her limbs. She blames the ponies of Equestria for this, for if that one pony had not been here no one would be dying. Of course, this is absolutely a genocide plan created by Celestia and Twilight, if she can get her hooves on them she'd make sure that everyone knew how much a lie immortality is.

However, she is unaware of how mistaken she is

Anyways that should be all if anyone wants to use it feel free bc I wont!!! I probably would help too tbh!! Idk, have fun :p

[z-exo-l]

Random-Ass and Super Rare Personal Post

There’s no big reason for this. I/We’ve had several cats over the years, but I don’t know how much longer we’ll have our current count, and I wanted to commemorate them while they’re all here. Basically pet loss fucking sucks, and I’m feeling sappy. Also this is more for future-me than anything else, so sorry if this gets a little verbose.

The newest addition, Tinker. 1-2 years old.

I literally rescued him from a tree this past October but he officially became a part of our family in February. He’s long af, is very high energy, and likes to hop to places he doesn’t belong and open doors he shouldn’t.

This is Leo, 2-3 years old.

He’s the one that’s technically “my” cat. He’s really feisty and playful, and he doesn’t like to be held or carried. But he loves attention, especially lap time; and he likes it when I cup my hand under his head while he sleeps. He also loves french fries, and dangling string toys.

This is Barney, aka Barnabas. 7 years old, and no, he and Leo aren’t related, shockingly.

He’s the snuggliest, cuddliest, sweetest boy you’ll ever meet. As long as you’re holding him he’s tolerant of most any position you put him in. He has a penchant for stealing seats and trying to pilfer sips of tea, he’s very inquisitive, and is prone to fits of jealousy. He stands up and stretches tall for pets, particularly when you’re making coffee, and he has a really cute, almost effeminate meow. Also, he likes kpop, and his bias is Baekhyun. UN Village is his favorite. 😂

This is Abby, 17 years old.

I found her and her three siblings in an outbuilding in 2005, as newborn kittens. But we only wound up keeping her and one of her sisters. She is literally the hissiest cat we’ve ever had; she doesn’t like strangers, and she doesn’t like being approached too quickly. But she is insanely patient when it comes to getting pets; she’ll sit and stare at you for almost a half hour if she thinks she’ll get love. She’s also our Halloween kitty, because she has the ideal spooky posture. And if you so much as stroke her back she’ll lift up into the touch. Back in the day she would flop over for belly rubs, and even now if you pick her up she’ll arch her back and snuggle into your face so you can scratch her tummy. Her face is always curious, and she has a sweet, chirping meow. So despite her angry reputation she’s actually a big sweetie pie. Plus she’s able to frighten dogs literally 10x her size.

Finally, this is Lil’ Bit, also 17, and Abby’s sister; the only siblings we’ve ever had.

Lil Bit is why we took the two girls in, because an animal attacked her and left a nasty open wound on her neck that got infected. She needed peroxide rinses for weeks. The scar is still noticeable there now, and she loves to be scratched in that spot. She’s the loner queen of the lot. She has one room that she resides in, as you can guess by the difference in her picture, and only rarely does she venture out to say hi to people. Back in the day she would almost never meow or make any sound, except for a really cool purr she has that sounds like a popcorn maker. But after our cat Boomer died she picked up his habit of yowling into the night when she’s upset. She’s also one of the few cats we’ve had that expresses love with kisses and nips. And if she sticks around for pets, or deigns to grant you lap time, consider yourself one of the chosen few.

That’s it. Maybe someday I’ll do a big ol’ pet master list, but this will do for now. ❤️

[tavvattales]

Hello how arw you doing? ^^ i hope youre doing tell a d taking care of yourself dear :)

Could i possibly request Collei headcannons if you write for her?

Just normal ones anytnibg that comes to mind ,i relate to her a lot as peoplw undwrstand her illness and dont think shes lazy or anything and give her tasks shes able to do, if not rhrn have a good day and stay safe

Hi Darlin! I'm doing just swell~ How are you? Staying hydrated? Well-fed? Sending lots of love your way, sweetie pie 😚🥰

For those that are feeling down because of your illnesses, my DMs are ALWAYS open if you need a shoulder to lean on. Or if you want to talk even about random things~ I know all too well about the stigma of having an invisible illness, as I suffer from quite a few. Just know, you aren't alone and most importantly— It's okay to pace yourselves. You're not lazy even if you take the smallest of steps, so please...don't beat yourselves up. You're doing the absolute best you can and that in itself is amazing. I'm so proud of you.

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GENSHIN IMPACT Character x GN!Reader Headcanons

Characters: Collei

Pairings: Collei x GN!Reader(platonic as I believe she is underaged)

Warnings: Collei feels down on herself for not doing more for her village and Master Tighnari. Reader comforts her.

Taglist: @stygianoir @kurobakachan @hikomisan @silverwritesthings @minty-stays-tired @genshinparty

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Collei

Collei has always been particularly hard on herself, but today has been much worse. Tighnari told her to stay at home due to a flare-up of her Eleazar. Sighing in frustration and dismay, she begins to gather up the herbs from the counter to make medicine. As she sets them all upon the tray, her hands begin to shake and in a sudden clatter everything falls to the floor. Looking down in disbelief her eyes prickle with tears that threaten to fall.

Having just arrived to Master Tighnari's house to pick up your medicine you hear the sudden clatter and the gentle sniffles of Collei. Rushing into the house you find a slumped over Collei, crying softly into her hands and crouching down to the ground next to her; your eyes are filled with worry.

"Collei? Is everything alright?"

You ask softly and she jumps from fright, "A-Ah! O-oh...Y/N, you startled me...I-I'm fine, I just..." she trails off beginning to cry again. Eyeing her trembling body and the mess on the floor you connect the dots.

"Listen, Collei. Please be gentle with yourself. You've gone through so much and look at your growth! You've come so far and you're still growing strong. Remember, progress, not perfection. Even if you take the smallest of steps, you're still showing your growth in the most brilliant way possible."

You say softly, laying a gentle hand on her back, rubbing small circles around it in a comforting manner and for a moment Collei turns to you, her tears stopping and she smiles brightly, her eyes lighting up, "Y-you're right! Goodness what am I doing? Thank you, Y/N! You really cheered me up," she says happily, wiping her tears away. And with a new and improved positive attitude she quickly picks up her mess with a smile as you help her.

"Thank you again, Y/N. I'll cherish your words forever."

[infernalrevenge]

Hello, hello! I was wondering if I could possibly request your take on Reader and each of the Dimitrescu Daughters with how they show affection? Nuzzles, kisses, hugs/snuggles, terms of endearment, gifts, nsfw, etc. One big fluff-ball. Just bury me in the warm fuzzy. Thank you!

This is excellent timing, anon friendo because I had been thinking of making a Love Languages Headcanon List for some time now, so this is a great way to start on that! I hope this satisfies your mushy fluffy warm fuzzball desires (that I kept relatively PG) :P

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Bela Dimitrescu

Bela felt that she had a reputation to uphold as the eldest daughter of the Dimitrescu family, ever so meticulous yet also eager to please. But she does know her boundaries.

More often than not, she finds herself busy with her mother in helping run the business, hoping to one day become a proper heir. I mention all this so you know her situation -- she's a working gal and you gotta respect that.

However, she is not one to leave her loved ones hanging. The best way she shows her love is by spending quality time with you, doing things that you might enjoy. It gives her a chance to better get to know her love.

Of course she would have her way as well, doing activities she liked such as art, music, and more. You two might even try something new to the both of you, just for some added thrill.

It doesn't always have to be "something" to do though, she's more than happy to just simply be in the same space as you while you do your own thing. That counts as "doing something together", right?

You could be reading a book on one corner of the room and she could be reviewing some important notes on the bed, but you two are just so comfortable in the quiet space you've made for yourselves that it feels like you two are side-by-side.

She just likes to know you're there, your presence alone is a great source of comfort to her. She loves to see you happy and content, especially knowing it's because she's around. Once you get into it, there is no such thing as an awkward silence between the two of you.

I imagine she's not that big on initiating physical affection, but she would be hard pressed to deny you anything. From something as simple as holding her hand, to spooning and cuddling, to a full-on make out session -- all you have to do is ask. She's more than happy to deliver.

Her favorite position is being the big spoon in bed, finding a lot of comfort in knowing that you are in her grasp, safe and sound. She also enjoys planting a few kisses on your shoulder and neck in an attempt to rouse you from slumber.

While she was still courting you (because I like to imagine she's a bit of an old-fashioned romantic, but she would have courted you regardless of your gender), she would often bring you gifts. They weren't extravagant, but they were definitely meaningful, and often related to things you two had talked about in the past.

She didn't use pet names very often but she will call you "love" on occasion, especially if there was a chance you would call her that in return. She may not openly admit it but she just melts every time you call her that -- made it feel like having a crush on you all over again.

Even though she may seem distant on the outside, Bela is truly a woman who makes the most of her time with people she cares about. You are no exception to that, and she wants that to be known to you as much and as often as possible.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Cassandra, much like her older sister, believes she too has a reputation to uphold within the family. Can't have her be seen going soft for just anyone.

But uh, plot twist: Girl just wants to be loved, and she doesn't even know it.

In private, she really really loves physical affection. She shows her love by clinging onto you as tightly as possible, melding so closely to you that it becomes hard to tell where her body ended and yours began.

She loves pressing her cheek and ear against your chest to hear the calming beat of your heart, the warmth of your skin just under her fingertips, and her head tucked right under your chin while you two lay in bed together.

Truthfully, she started doing this when you first got together because she enjoyed how flustered you seemed when she basically had herself wrapped around you. But over time, the both of you realized just how much she liked being this close to you too. You teased her for it once and she shut you out of your own room for a while. (She only let you back in because she suddenly missed cuddling you.)

This was a trait that kind of carried over from her hunting instincts, but she was very observant of others -- their tics, habits, routines, and all the like. She took notice of a lot of things other people did, didn't do, and couldn't do. It made her very attentive to her loved ones.

This manifested in the form of performing acts of service. Toward you, it ranged from simple things like keeping objects that were usually out of your reach to a more manageable height (either by her own action or an order to a servant) to helping you relax after a long and tiring day, to even performing your chores for you if she knew you were having a hard time with them.

Anything that she could help with to make herself useful, she would do. She wanted her loved ones to move around comfortably and without much worry, and she would take on that burden if that was what it took.

Granted it didn't necessarily mean she did well in these endeavors, but the effort did not go unnoticed. And you would never see the girl try to half-ass anything -- once she started on a task, you bet your sweet ass she was going to get it done too.

Her terms of "endearment" were very teasing and, out of context, could be downright insulting. You would never hear anything so generic as "baby" or "sweetie" (unless she was being condescending.) "Little shit" (affectionate) was more her speed.

If you also called her nicknames with a similar amount of creativity, she would return it with the same enthusiasm. She didn't take those things to heart anyway. If insults were a love language, this would be one of hers.

Cassandra is a little rough around the edges when it comes to love and intimacy, but she loves so fiercely. It's like a fire, raging on the more you feed its maw -- the only difference is that this fire would never die out.

Daniela Dimitrescu

Daniela is the most affectionate and most likely to be a hopeless romantic in the family. She always daydreamed of having a "knight in shining armor" of her own, but honestly she'll take anyone who would love her for herself.

Definitely the type to show off her wonderful significant other, either "subtly" through a bit of PDA, or more overtly through a lot of PDA and more grand gestures of love. Just let her do this, she has so much love to give and she needs that energy to go somewhere.

Even in private spaces, she would never let go of your hand if she had her way. Trying to separate from her when she wasn't in the mood would get you the "kicked puppy dog" treatment from her. It's not her fault you were so warm and nice to be around.

She loves being the little spoon in bed. There's just something reassuring about having a warm presence right behind her, your arms wrapped around her middle. You could even kick a leg on top of her waist -- all she wants is to get as close to you as she possibly can.

When you're working on a desk and sitting on a chair, she will inevitably sit on your lap and snuggle up against you while you try to do whatever it is you're doing. No matter how many times she promises that "you won't even know she's there", it's kind of hard to ignore the way she just buries her face into your neck and the little snores coming out of her if she falls asleep like this.

Calls you very cheesy and almost strange pet names like "honey pie" and "sweetie baby boo". You're never sure if she actually meant them or was messing with you because of her tone, but you can tell she was always amused by your reaction to them, which was part of the reason she kept saying them.

She did also have an inner poet though, so she may suddenly pull lines like "the moon to my night" that would make you stumble and wonder what had possessed your girlfriend. And then you would remember how much she enjoyed reading romance novels, so it made more sense.

Sometimes she'll pull them out early in the morning right as you two were just waking up, limbs entangled with the other's. Then you'd hear her call you "light of my life" in her deep sleepy voice, and you just have to hide the big goofy smile on your face behind a pillow or something.

She also loves to give you gifts, mostly because she liked how your face would light up whenever you received one. Oftentimes, they are little trinkets that remind her of you that she spotted one day and thought to give to you. Kind of like a cat presenting a dead mouse or bird to its owner, but not as gross.

She says "I love you" and any similar declarations pretty often, but the words never lose their meaning. Just know that she always says them with her whole heart, regardless of the tone she takes on when she does.

She also enjoys doing random acts of affection because she likes seeing how you react to them, whether you get all blushy and a little embarrassed, or you return them in kind. Either way, she is very happy and it gives her the warm fuzzies when you play along.

Like I said, Daniela just has so much love to give, and she would be so happy to see that energy enthusiastically returned. Just give her a chance and you'll never have to doubt her feelings for you.

[danses-with-dogmeat]

What pet names do Romanced!Companions have for Sole/Lone/Six?

Here it is! My first Fallout companions post! There are a few companions I’m not as familiar with, but I tried to make them all pretty equal. Sorry it’s so long, I just had a lot of fun with this one. I tried to include most of the companions, but if you want me to add anyone, just ask and I totally can! I hope you all enjoy! Feel free to send me any prompts at all, my asks are open :) 

Fallout 4 -- 

   Cait: Pet names really shouldn’t be as complicated as Cait makes them out to be. Given her past experiences, she finds it hard to call Sole anything particularly endearing, but she really tries once they’ve been together for a while. She seems to go back and forth between being more objectifying or crude, like the names she would've been called in the combat zone and when she was a slave, since they would just be what she is familiar with; and sweeter names that she would use when she and Sole were alone. So, anything from luv/lover, dear/dearie, handsome/beautiful, and even a ghrá (an Irish term of endearment meaning ‘love,’ but only in private and on special occasions) to names like hot piece of arse, sexy, and beasty. 

   Curie: She loves the idea of pet names! And actually catches onto them very quickly once she hears Sole using their names for her. Curie tends to say hers in French since she knows that Sole thinks it's cute (and also kinda hot) when she speaks her native language. So, she tends to use names like mon amour, mon dieu, mon petit chou, ('my little pastry') and even mon canard (a more silly French term of endearment meaning ‘my duck,’ this one is more of a joke that they call each other after she told Sole what it means). 

   Danse: This is all new to the (former) brotherhood soldier, but he tries his best and really does enjoy applying these terms of endearment to his beloved. At first he'll keep it simple by calling Sole "soldier" (but with that cute voice he uses when he says "I always have time for you," you know the one) and the same goes for their brotherhood rank, and he’s also quite fond of simply referring to Sole as “my love”. Danse isn’t the most creative, having little to no frame of reference for this sort of thing, so usually he'll just take whatever Sole uses and repeat it. This usually ends up being names like honey/hun, love, or even angel (though not very often and always in private). Also uses Sole’s first name (and maybe a shortened/informal version of it when it's just them) which is always special for him due to the fact that he tends to refer to people strictly by their last name. 

   Deacon: I'm a firm believer that Deacon would call Sole random pet names that are usually based off of inanimate objects and/or food that he finds around the Commonwealth. Examples include: buttercup, orange/berry/grape mentat, bobby pin, nuka cherry, ice cream (works on multiple levels cuz of the whole cryo thing), preserved pie, etc. Just if he sees something that he could use as a non-offensive pet name, it's fair game. Also embarrassing fluffy ones like shnookums, babydoll, cuddles, babycakes, dollface, sweetie pie, plus their railroad name in an awful baby voice. In private he'll call them by their real name, often saying the whole thing (how he learned their full name, Sole will never know, they didn't ever recall telling him) or the first and middle name together. 

   Hancock: Sunshine (of course), but also sweetheart, gorgeous/handsome, angel, sweet ass, sexy, and sometimes lover. He’s kind of like Cait in the sense that he ranges from sweet names to more suggestive and spicy ones. He also likes to use nicknames that reflect Sole's appearance, ex: red, blondie, blue eyes, freckles, curly, dark eyes, etc. His pet names tend to depend on his mood more so than who's around them. He couldn't care less about what other people think, so at times when he's feeling more frisky, or just lovey dovey, he'll use whatever pet name he deems most appropriate to get his intentions (however impure they might be) across.

   MacCready: Beautiful/handsome/gorgeous, knockout, baby, he still uses boss (but in a suggestive way, "mm yeah, whatever you say, boss" *wink wink*); and if the kiddos are involved (Duncan and/or Shaun) he may refer to Sole as mommy/momma/daddy/papa. He likes using pet names, but mostly in private or if anyone takes an interest in Sole, just to let them know that "hey, they're taken, pal." Despite him trying to keep up the gruff mercenary facade in the public eye, sometimes the pet names just slip out, given how often he uses them in private. He always blushes when this happens and tries to move past it before anyone can address it.  

   Nick: These terms of endearment come naturally to the old detective. He's definitely a romantic at heart, so he tends to use pretty much anything you would hear in an old Hollywood film (noir in particular). So, doll, darling, baby, my dear, better half, sweetheart, and even turtle dove (which he had heard used before and thought it was cute given the whole 'turtle doves mating for life' thing.) Since a good few of these terms are pretty casual and fit into Nick's speech patterns as it is, he has no problem using them for Sole in public. 

   Piper: Okay, let's get the obvious one out of the way, we all know she constantly uses "blue," beyond that, she likes to use the names of the sweet foods she's so fond of as inspiration. Stuff like gumdrop, bubblegum, sugar, sweet roll, etc. She might also like to poke fun at her pre-war lover by referring to them as grammy/gramps, old timer, senior citizen, or antique/relic. Another way she likes to emphasize Sole's history is by adding -sicle to the end of their name (like a popsicle, so ex: solesicle) since she enjoys pointing out that they were previously frozen and then “thawed out just for her."

   Preston: BABE, (and also the occasional baby), as well as other basic pet names. Preston doesn't get too crazy, he likes to use hon, darling, dear, m'lady, handsome/beautiful and may even utter a prince/princess once in a while. While he may not have much in the way of creativity, it's not so much what he says, but how he says it. In Preston's eyes, his Sole is everything that's right with the world, so no matter what he calls them, he'll say the words like they're the most precious thing to ever grace his humble lips. 

   X6-88: This part of the relationship tends to confuse him, as he really just doesn't see the point in these names, Sole has a name, and so does X6… why do they need to refer to each other in other ways? So mostly he sticks with sir/ma'am or director, but says it with a bit more affection (and sometimes a suggestive smirk if he's in the right mood). Also always uses their first name in private. If he does use any pet names they are something he gets from sole first and just copies. However, he did come up with one himself that he's quite fond of using, he likes to refer to Sole as his "other half," he might even use this one in public, depending on the company. He also likes to use "badass" as a term of endearment in certain situations as well, though he understands that it’s not a particularly romantic term.

Fallout 3 -- 

   Butch: He likes to use a lot of the more old timey names that he would hear in love songs on the radio and prefers quirky names to the basic ones. Though he might still use honey, babe, or baby, he mainly prefers names like babygirl/babydoll, main cat/kitty/pussycat, toots, main squeeze, babycakes, buttercup, honeycomb, and dollface. He'll be all about using some of these names in front of other people, particularly the names that he deems to be more “cool,” he definitely doesn't mind flaunting Lone as his lover in public.

   Charon: Near the beginning of the relationship, he won't call them anything without them telling him to, just out of habit. And once they grow more comfortable, he still prefers to just call Lone by their first name, but at least he feels like it's his choice to make at this point. The only other name he uses is "love," and it's few and far between, and almost always at times he thinks Lone is sleeping or won't hear him.  

   Clover: She tends to be quite possessive of Lone, so she has no problem using pet names in public and tends to use them quite loudly. Not usually picky, she'll call Lone almost anything as long as it gets the nature of their relationship across. So babe/baby, lover, king/queen, daddy/kitten, sexy, gorgeous/handsome are all used quite often in her case. 

   Cross: Not being particularly romantic, she still does want Lone to know how much she cares for them, and it turns out pet names are a good way to do this. Keeping this in mind, she sometimes goes a little overboard to compensate for her lack of affection in general. She likes to use names like dearest, light of my life, precious, my true love, and my life companion. Yeah… she can be a little dramatic, and she may not even mind using them in public, but she'll always say them very seriously and "matter-of-factly," so you'd hardly notice how sweet of names they really are. 

   Fawkes: Despite all his knowledge, he really likes to keep it simple, just calling Lone by their first name, and he just loves to refer to Lone as his boyfriend/girlfriend (he likes the term, it makes him feel good to call them 'friend,' and it's just a bonus that it underlines the nature of their relationship). He definitely doesn't mind using those terms in public, since he spent so much time in isolation, he tends to be pretty loud and enthusiastic about being in a relationship (especially with someone as great as Lone.)

   Jericho: Still tends to call them "kid," or "man" even when in a relationship mostly to try and keep up casual appearances. (He may or may not be in denial about his feelings for Lone for a while given the more causal nature of all his previous relationships and his raider past.) So, he's not big on pet names, however, once he becomes more comfortable in the relationship, he doesn't mind using them to announce to any potential suitors that not only is Lone taken, but they're his. So he'll use things like baby doll, sweetheart, and sweetie pie in public and loudly, but make no mistake, these cutesy terms are usually nestled between more aggressive vocabulary ("hey sweetheart, get your ass over here.") He certainly wouldn't be opposed to using some creative ones in the bedroom; however, they'd mostly be depreciating ones, like slut, or whore when he gets riled up.

Fallout: New Vegas --

   Arcade: He thinks pet names are somewhat demeaning, (or at least that's what he wants everyone to think, in reality, he just gets flustered when using them and especially when Six uses them on him) so he prefers to use Latin terms of endearment as a sort of stealthy way to still use some of these fluffier terms in public. Mea vita (my life), ocelle (apple of my eye), cor (my heart) are all names he would use. Partly because he likes them and partly because it makes him feel smart to have to explain what they mean to Six (even though he acts exasperated by it.) He may use more conventional pet names when he and Six are alone.

   Boone: He tends not to use pet names in public, he prefers to keep the pda to a minimum (if anything he's more physical with his affection in public. Though still reserved, if anyone else shows an interest in Six, you can bet Boone has his arm around them in a split second.) However, when he and Six are alone, that's a whole different story. Apart from simply calling Six by their first name affectionately, Boone is an avid "babe" user, but he'll also use hon, love, dear, and angel. Believe it or not, he tends to be quite soft and romantic in private (he was married, after all). But he might also use more casual names that seem to be more friendly than romantic in public, so he could throw in something like 'hotshot' every once in awhile. 

   Cass: Cass isn't particularly fond of pet names, and definitely won't use them in public (unless they happen to slip out after she's had a few drinks, but she can't be held responsible for that.) She may say the occasional babe/baby, lover, or partner. On the rare occasions when she and Six are alone and she feels like expressing her otherwise rather gruff love to them, she may use names of other things that she likes. Examples include the names of flowers (poppy/marigold/lilly), sunshine, or prickly pear when they're acting grumpy (side note: She usually needs to be at least a little tipsy to use these, even if it is in private. It's hard for her to drop that tough exterior considering how far it extends into her interior.)

   Raul: The older ghoul tends to stick with what he knows, using pet names from before the bombs fell. Generally he sticks with Spanish pet names as well, ones that he would've picked up in Mexico city all those years ago. So, cariño, mi corazón, mi amor, mi sol, and media naranja are all fair game for Raul. Additionally, he might still use "boss," but with an added wink or smile. He doesn't necessarily try to use them in public, since he wouldn't want to end up embarrassing Six, but sometimes they just slip out. 

   Veronica: She really likes pet names? This whole affection thing really agrees with her and she's happy to be able to express it outside the confines of the brotherhood. She tends to follow Six's lead on this, given that she doesn't have loads of experience with the fluffier side of relationships (again, the brotherhood has always been strict on pda), but she picks up on it quickly and becomes quite enthusiastic. Though using them in public is more difficult for her, she will use them in private often. At first she'll use basic pet names that she's likely heard Six use first, so honey, babe, and sweetie are all options. Other than that, she'll try to come up with some of her own, usually based on old fashioned posters, books, or songs that she's familiarized herself with. So, darling/dear, love/lover, sweetheart, doll, and maybe honeycomb and buttercup as well, since they just sounded so sweet to her.

[imscaredofart]

Ight ill be talking about the three last guys because I'm like in love with them and if you arent fuck you you're wrong So like the two-winged people are gods the dude who was getting beaten up is a god of wind a bit of a younger god who is just a little guy who is a little bit fucked up ! but not because he's evil he's just. An idiot. An idiotic bitch. A great god tho always does his job and does it well (like in my universe the god of wind usually not only like is responsible for winds n everything, but also he's the patron of free-minded people and those who are seeking for freedom as well and also sailors and hunters have a special place in his stinky little dumb heart) BUT he fucked up big time by making the other guy (fargo, he's the only one with a name because I dont know how to name the other two yet because I just havent seen the names thatd fit imo) his vessel and WHY he fucked up Im going to say a bit later the other person is the god/dess of love and theyre like literally the most powerful god out there because like well it's really just very personal to me because I think that love is the most powerful thing and world is just full of it and everything that we mere mortals do is in the name of love whether we want it or not and it's just my morals n shit so fuck off anyways she's in charge of all the gods because she chooses when an individual is worhy of becoming a god and they grant those poor souls with a gift of eternal life and being a powerful creature that nothing can defeat + you get funky powers ! as a treat lol. So like yeah as I've said earlier she's like the godboss so other gods have always told her if they're going to do something very important for example make someone their vessel because there's like no limits for gods to create a vessel and to prevent them of creating literal armies of unkillable mortals who worship a god and do anything in their name (because boy oh boy that shit happened alright) she MUST give permission to that or at least know about that type of stuff. BUT!!! the wind bitch <3 didn't do shit <3 and he was just like 'hey god mommy <3 look who i found' and they were like WHAT did you FUCKING do YOU STUPID MASSIVE PIECE OF SHIT because out of ALL people in the world do you know whomst did the wind guy choose? Fargo, also known as the Legendary God Slayer

so yeah fun fact about the fargo guy <3 he's a retired god killer because believe it or not but gods CAN be slain but it's like the worst thing anyone could do ever because the person who chooses that path a) destines themselves to be forever alone in their immortality, b) literally kills gods wtf, c) makes a pact with an evil entity that wishes to bring chaos everywhere it can, d) must hurt their loved one, and not in a physical way, but in an emotional way not using their power or their blade, but rather the edge of their words by saying something that is so painful to the other that it would literally break their entire core, their soul, and leave it shattered until the end of their lives, and then leave without permission nor the ability to apologise EVEN if they break their pact with the entity. so yeah fargo (who windgod thought to be just some random thief who was just freed from prison, in whom he felt 'an unbelievable amount of willingness to bring freedom to others' and he thought that it's because fargo was some sort of a robin hood who stole from the rich and gave it to the poor so he was like lmao cool dude mine now, though wind man wasn't wrong about what he saw in that motherfucker) is a literal godslayer who made god mommy real mad back in the good ol' days when he killed literally half the gods and went to kill the goddess of love aka the main bitch but he didn't and they had a lovely chat by the end of which their holyness decided that fargo wasn't that bad because he had good intentions in his heart but the way he wanted to achieve his goal were fucked up so she sympathised him and as her forgiveness and curse she granted him the freedom of leaving the pact he's made, but he was not allowed to fix his mistakes nor was he made mortal + he was prohibited to have ANYTHING to do with gods because what the fuck you've done enough dude leave. BUT!!! wind god is like <3 wow nice guy and fargo is like oh god no and love is like wind god my dear my sweetie my honey pie why are you this stupid oh right wind-headed makes sense But anyways this is getting long basically wind dude just tried to make himself a vessel and fargo was just unfortunate enough to be there and love is displeased and commits violence

[oftenderweapons]

Apple of My Pie — Jin

A Small Town Swoons story

Chapter 1.

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x reader (nicknamed Buttercup)

Wordcount: 3.5k words

Genre: non-idol!AU, Baker/Café owner!Seokjin, University student!reader Flatmates!AU, Friends To Lovers, Fluff, slightest angst.

Rating: suggested 18+ (there are brief apparitions of dirty thoughts, also future episodes will contain NSFW material)

A/N: Hello my sweet poppies! Welcome to the Small Town Swoon Universe! 🥰✨

In this episode: Jin and Buttercup met when she was nothing but a scared, homesick first year student. Four years later, the two share an apartment close to her university and his bakery and café, and are the best of friends, sharing the house, several meals and, most importantly a sacred breakfast ritual. However, as far as sharing goes, Seokjin’s heart has belonged exclusively to Buttercup for four years. Exhausted, Jin finally decides to let go of his unrequited feelings, or at least try.  

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Oh, this is chill. Light swearing, heavy infraction of The Silent Roommate Code (aka don’t do the nasty with your bf when your roommate is sleeping in the bed at the other end of the room. Especially if she’s a virgin, first year and very homesick). Also, there is a quick flash image of breast worship, sorry.  

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Navi: Chapter 1 — Chapter 2 — Chapter 3 — Chapter 4 — Chapter 5 — Chapter 6 — Chapter 7 (7/7)

It was a slow morning at Jin’s café, only a pair of clients sitting at the small table in the corner, two girls who always met there on Sunday morning, at an illegal hour for the weekend. They had outdoor equipment with them, and probably it was just a stop for a quick breakfast before going skiing or trekking, which was strange considering the disastrous downpour outside, but who was he to debate.

Plus the usual early birds were late too, probably because of the university bonfire the night before.

Seokjin yawned and silently cried over his lost hours of sleep. He was ready to sit down, tip the back of his head against the wall and sleep — actually, rest his eyes —, when the bell at the front door dinged, announcing a new customer.

He inhaled and wore his best smile, standing up. “Good morn— Oh my god, sweetie are you alright?” He asked, seeing a drenched young girl stand at the door.

“I might use a friend.”

That girl was you, running away from your roommate and her boyfriend fucking in your dorm room. Right in the bed beside yours. With you there. And they didn’t even bother keeping quiet.

Seokjin was awestruck. You were soaked like a stray kitten left out in the rain, your hair sticking to your face, your eyes wide and your lip trembling, speaking of several degrees of trauma. “Poor thing.” He murmured, “wait, I should have a blanket back here.”

He dashed for the small cot he had in his office, in the back of the shop, gripping the fleece blanket and bringing it back to the counter, jogging around it and opening the blanket wide as he stared at you. “It’s better if you take off your robe. It’s dripping wet.” He said discreetly.

The girls at the front stared at the scene, a bit worried about you but mostly endeared at the cute barista taking care of you.

“May I use the restroom? The shirt underneath is, uh, thin... Oh, god this is so embarrassing.” You hid your face in your hands.

“Of course,” Jin blushed to his ears, offering you the blanket. “Would you like some coffee? Tea? Cocoa?”

Your lip wobbled, eyes watering and not for the rain. “Cocoa?”

“Yes, sweetie. Go get changed, the restroom is over there.” He pointed at the door.

“Thank you so much.” You said, placing the blanket in front of your chest.

Seokjin rushed behind the counter, grabbing a rag to dry up the wet patches you had left on the floor before someone slipped. Next he got your cocoa ready.

In the quiet morning, through the background music and the gentle chatting of the other two clients, he could hear you using the hand dryer, glad that it was set on hot air so that you could hopefully warm yourself in the process. He even thought of bringing you in the actual bakery, where he had a small traditional stove operated by firewood, other than the big oven working for croissants and banana bread and brownies and pies.

You emerged from the bathroom a little more composed, bundled up in his blanket.

It smelled good. Like raw sugar, butter and apples. A tinge of raisins.

It smelled domestic, like your granny.

You missed your granny.

You missed home.

Your lip wobbled again.

“Come sit”, he said, pointing at a chair in a private corner of the room, somewhere you would be a bit protected from the rest of the shop. It was also conveniently close to the counter, so he could check on you and ask you if you wanted to talk about what had happened. His first thought was that you were a teenage runaway with very bad planning skills, considering that you had run out in your pyjamas and a jacket, your shoes definitely inappropriate for the weather outside, holding only a pair of keys and your wallet in your hands, placing them on the counter once you sat.

“I’m Seokjin.” He said kindly, offering you his hand.

You caught his hand and introduced yourself.

“So, what brings you here with this devil weather so early on a Sunday morning.”

“Running away from my roommate and her boyfriend.” You said, hugging the blanket tighter around you.

“What hap— Nevermind, I think I got it.” Seokjin said, blinking repeatedly. Goodness, people were nasty. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked, placing the cup of cocoa in front of you. “Cream? Cocoa powder? Cinnamon? Chocolate sauce? Marshmallows?” He asked.

You teared up. “Marshmallows.”

He poured an abundant amount of them as he pouted, noticing you had become even more upset.

“There you go, Buttercup.” He said, smiling at you so kindly.

“Thank you,” you said, your voice weak and your forehead creased as you desperately tried not to let your tears spill.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked, delicately letting his hands move toward yours, moving slowly to see if you took it away. “May I?” He asked, his fingers hovering over yours.

You nodded. While your left hand held the blanket close to your chest, your right ended pressed between his warm palms, the one on top rubbing your knuckles.

“How old are you?” He asked, worried. He wore a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry, you look very young, I’m just asking to see if I should call your parents or anyone adult.”

“I live at the dorms. I’m in college.” You said, frowning a little.

“As I said, you look very young. And there are some underage students here so...” He explained, his deep, dark eyes breaching through your bad mood.

“I’m a first year. Nineteen.” You said.

“Poor darling, that must be so hard on you.” He said softly, still patting your hand.

You nodded. “I miss my family. My granny.”

“Oh, buttercup.” He cooed.

If you were in a sane state of mind you would have snickered at yourself and at how miserable you looked.

Still, you were grateful for the kind and gentle Seokjin. And how easily he had brought you back home, with the scent of his café, the taste of the cocoa and the specific brand of marshmallow that your grandmother always got for you when you were little.

“It’s a three hour drive. And it’s tough here.” You said, hiding your face as you dried one tear.

“Do you have any friends here?” He asked.

You shook your head. “Not really.”

Seokjin smiled, his eyes becoming even kinder as his cheeks became round and puffy. “From today, I’m your friend.”

Seokjin, you are a strong-willed, honest man. You are a gentleman. You are a good human. He kept repeating in his brain.

You are a polite, friendly, reliable. You are her friend. He repeated as a mantra.

Still, his brain was completely drowned with thoughts of you in the shower.

The two of you had become flatmates in rushed circumstances after you found an apartment ten minutes away from your university, which allowed you to walk there without having to take the bus or end up in the decrepit dorms, sharing a room way too small with someone way too rude or too loud.

Seokjin still didn’t know what had convinced him to share an apartment with you. It was hell. And heaven too, when he didn’t keep reminding himself that you weren’t his girlfriend, that you would never see him like that, and that he shouldn’t be playing house with you.

It was torture and bliss. Bliss on your Sunday mornings, when you could have breakfast together, or random nights when you would have movie marathons together and you would fall asleep against his shoulder, when he would cook for you and you would have dinner together over a glass of wine, laughing and making jokes. The more he spent time with you like that, seeing you drink your morning cup of coffee while still half asleep, on those days when he had someone else doing the morning shift — which was extremely rare — the more he realised you were absolutely perfect for him.

And then torture.

In moments like this, while you were under the shower, when you got out of it and as usual you walked around the house clad in nothing but a towel, absolutely comfortable in your skin, or when you thought he wasn’t home and he could hear your breathy moans and little whimpers, and then again on those two or three nights you had taken somebody home — in those circumstances he felt like he was paying for an ancient crime he didn’t know he had committed.

You had convinced him to move in with you since the apartment — being close to the university — was also incredibly close to his shop, and once he saw your eyes glimmering, your pretty face begging him to accompany you to visit the apartment, he couldn’t really say no.

So, he had said yes.

And once he saw the building, and the warm, domestic ambience, he realised that even if he would never be your lover, the least he could allow himself was to live this small daydream with you.

A week later you and him had signed the papers to rent the place. And everything had escalated from there. You had become the closest of friends, trusting and leaning on each other in every moment, through every difficulty.

However, the more he got to know about the men you dated, the more he realised you would never be attracted to him.

They were all fancy preppy boys who very likely knew the entirety of the Oxford dictionary and could probably recite Shakespeare sonnets impromptu. One of them could easily have been grandson to a duchess or a marquise. And he was pretty sure the first boy you had dated — second year university — had even a trust fund.

It was basically unreal for you to look at him with anything but friendly appreciation.

In an attempt to silence his thoughts, he got out of bed and headed for the kitchen, starting the coffee machine and getting your breakfast ready.

Maybe you would have completely ignored it being January and you would have simply climbed the barstool by the counter wearing your bathrobe, your hair still wet, and the two of you could have had breakfast just like that, without any kind of embarrassment.

As soon as coffee started brewing, your nose appeared from the bathroom door, barely ajar as you slipped out in a soft-looking white t-shirt.

As he threw a glance in your direction he knew immediately that you had very likely stolen the undershirt from his freshly washed laundry.

You slithered out of the bathroom and with stealthy footsteps you occupied your regular spot in the kitchen, watching as he prepared all the necessary material for a respectable breakfast.

“Good morning.” He said as he saw you perched on your favourite seat.

“Morning.” You replied, your feet bare, your toes gripping the small bar connecting the two front legs of the chair. “I thought you were at the café.” You said, pushing your hair away from your face. They weren’t dripping, but they were still a bit damp, especially since you had stopped drying them as soon as the smell of hot coffee reached you in the bathroom.

“Lara is covering the morning shift. I’m doing tea time today. The ladies love me and Lara can’t stand them asking about her boyfriend. I can’t have her kiss and grind on her girlfriend in the middle of my distinguished bakery out of spite.” Jin placed some apple slices on your plate, together with a quite large piece of apple pie.

In a small bowl, he poured some dry fruit before placing it on the table.

“Petty, angsty thing she is.” You said, clicking your tongue. “A true hero.”

He snickered. “Not surprised you’re friends.”

“I am patience made person.” You said, playfully offended.

“Like that one time you smashed a plate on the floor because you had burnt yourself when taking it out of the oven.”

“It was an accident. I dropped it.”

“Like it’s hot.” Seokjin murmured under his breath, lightly swaying his hips as he finished aesthetically placing your food on the plate.

“What?” You asked, comically confused.

“Nothing.” He said, stopping altogether before pouring you some coffee, adding a spray of whipped cream and decorating it with caramel and crushed caramelised almonds.

Jin asked himself how many more times he’d be able to cook you breakfast; how long until he would have to teach someone else, until you would move out with another person and you start your day with crappy industrial food instead of homemade pies and organic apples and his grandmother’s dried hazelnuts and almonds and freshly toasted chestnuts when the season was right.

Whenever he was home, he spoiled you with homemade breakfast. It was the only way he truly allowed himself to show you how desperately in love with you he is. Anytime he cooked, love simply seemed to pour out of his body through the powerful way he kneaded biscuit and pie batter, and the delicate gestures he used to place each part of a dish to form beautiful works of art: crimson red wine risotto on white porcelain plates; juicy cuts of meat, perfectly cooked in that wondrous oven of his, with a deep brown layer on the outside and the most tender dark pink in the middle, laying on the freshest bed of lettuce with a thin dribble of balsamic vinegar and crushed green peppercorn on deep blue rectangular plates.

And every Sunday was sacred. Every Sunday morning he woke up like he had spent all Saturday night courting you and making love to you — minus the obvious relief and satisfaction that come from spending all night on a bed with the person who is your partner and your lover at the same time. Sunday morning was his favourite ritual. Waking you up with the smell of your favourite hot chocolate — the one you seemed to be addicted to, and that he used on you and against you very wisely — and then cake, a different one every week, and again fruit and sometimes, in summer he would go to the closest farm, buy the milk directly from the farmer, a friend of his grandmother, at the crack of dawn on Saturday morning, bring it home, pasteurise it so that it was ready for Sunday morning, when he would use it for the healthiest of smoothies.

He loves you. He has loved you for years. And after two years of living together, losing hope was a possibility.

A possibility a bit too vast at the moment. Actually — hopefully — reality.

Today would be like any other day if it weren’t for one small fact.

Two days ago it had been four years since he first realised he had fallen for you. And two days ago he had decided he would stop chasing after you.

Therefore, he had decided that from then on, he would let go of you, even if that meant losing a part of himself. And today he would actively start walking a new path.

Once the table was ready, he arranged both your and his plate there, without passing you your cup of coffee — as he usually did — and waiting for you to come to the table.

You moved your hair out of the way as you sat down, taking your fork, not even noticing Seokjin’s first sign of petty detachment. You immediately stabbed your fork inside the apple slice and bit into it.

“Do you have lessons today?”

“Romantic Philology in the afternoon.” You replied munching, pushing your hair behind your shoulders, accidentally exposing two wet patches on the front of your t-shirt.

Actually, Seokjin’s t-shirt, but you decided he didn’t need to know that: you had simply forgotten to carry your clothes to the bathroom and once you heard the bustle going on in the kitchen, you managed to find a pair of pyjama pants in the clean laundry, but not a shirt. And you had stolen one of Seokjin’s. Not like it was a big deal.

“Romantic as in love?” He asked.

“No, as in 1830s, German, English and Italian. We’re looking into Byron and Shelley. Sometimes it’s outright boring, but our professor is so hilarious, she sees right through all those pompous arses.” You said, getting started on your masterpiece of a coffee.

“Oh.” Seokjin said. One more point for the preppy kids.

“No, it’s just academic stuff. Nothing that is actually worth something in real life. Some days I just wish I could give up on Goethe and Scott and the Brontes so I could bake cookies without a care in the world.”

And every day he wished he could give you just that. Turn his bakery into your sanctuary, hold you there, half guest, half hostage.

He decided to halt his thoughts there. No more.

“So you have teatime. Do you want me to make dinner tonight?” You asked.

“Actually no.” He said casually.

You stopped munching on your food. “Oh. It’s not Tuesday, though. Are you out with the guys, random meet up? Is Namjoon in town?”

“No.” He glued his eyes to the plate. No, he had not noticed your hardened nipples, a vague halo of dusty pink appearing from underneath the thin, wet white cotton. No. He would not let his mind wander. No, he would smash the thought out of his mind. 

Smash you. 

No! The thought. His mind. Out.

Like the colour didn’t remind him of fresh raspberry ice cream, like he hadn’t imagined dragging frozen raspberries against your oh-so-responsive buds, only to warm them with his mouth afterwards, pinch the small fruits between his fingers, crush them until tiny droplets of ruby juice landed on your lush breasts, his tongue lashing out to collect the liquid and lave your luscious curves.

But this time the thought did not enter his brain. This time he let it wither and dissolve into fine, sterile dust.

“Are you having dinner with your granny? And you didn’t invite me?” You said, pouting. “Her roast-beef is—” You stopped and swooned. “The definition of perfection.”

“I’m out on a date.” He said briefly and simply.

You frowned and quickly lifted your eyebrows, not letting the confusion show. “You sure you still know how those work?”

“It’s not like I’m celibate.” He said shrugging with his humongous shoulders. Lifting all those sacks of flour… And helping at the farm— You frowned again.

“Cinnamon?” He asked, knowing that the spice sometimes bothered you.

“No, no...”

“Do you need assistance, for your date? You sure you don’t mean the exotic, typically Egyptian fruit?”

“I mean I’m going out with a girl.” Seokjin started growing impatient.

“Who is it?” You asked, out of curiosity. In two years he had never brought a girl home. And in four years you had know each other, you had never seen him with a female friend or an actual girlfriend. You didn’t even know what is his type.

“Her name is Grace. She’s been a regular at the café for a few months now. She asked me out and I thought it would be rude to say no.”

Your interest poked, you placed down your fork. “Did she invite you?” You held your coffee in your hands, trying to keep yourself from gesticulating nervously.

“No. I did.” He said, finishing his pie and starting to eat all the hazelnuts in the small cup.

“I mean. Plenty of girls give you their phone number on a weekly basis. I literally find them everywhere. There’s around thirty on top of the washing machine alone, because I can’t do your laundry and have all those pieces of papers disintegrating and infesting our laundry and the drain. Why didn’t you ignore her like all the rest?” You asked, a bit upset.

“Because she seems a nice person,” who could love me back, which you don’t. He replied, leaving half the motivation silent in his brain.

“Cool.” You said, finishing your coffee before standing up and placing the cup in the sink.

“Cool,” he replied, neutral, watching as you left all the almonds and dried banana slices in the cup, the pie on your plate. “You’re not done with breakfast.”

“I’m late with my homework.” Which you weren’t, but you felt like your breakfast had been poisoned. Maybe that’s why you felt sick in your stomach.

Seokjin pouted and finished his food before placing your leftovers in small boxes. He knew you would come back hungry from uni and finish the food you had abandoned.

He didn’t read too much into your reaction. He was done trying to understand you.

Today he was finally done being stuck at a crossroad, and although your path in the woods felt and looked lovely and smelled even better, he opted for the safe, trodden and charted way that led out of the woods, into the uneventfulness of the ordinary.

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Navi: Chapter 1 — Chapter 2 — Chapter 3 — Chapter 4 — Chapter 5 — Chapter 6 — Chapter 7 (7/7)

[sunshine-stars]

Deja vu

Flynn remembers some of her happy memories with Carrie. Then they see her Instagram posts with Kayla doing the same things.

Inspired by Deja vu by Olivia Rodrigo

Word count: 2707

Car rides to Malibu

“We’re going to Malibu? That’s awesome!” Julie exclaimes.

Carrie laughs a little. “Yeah, my Dad has to meet with some business people there and didn’t want to leave me alone so he invited you guys too.”

Flynn’s over the moon. They’ve been to Malibu a few times, most of them with Carrie and Julie, and it’s always so much fun. It’s about an hour one way and it means that they have a little road trip, which is always more than a little chaotic.

“You know I’m in,” Flynn answers, smiling. Julie agrees and they make plans to go the next day, after asking both of their parents.

“You’re stealing all of the sour keys! How dare you?” Flynn yells at Carrie. She knows that they’re her favourites and she’s eating them all, the traitor.

Carrie huffs. “Only because you’ve already eaten half of them and I want some too!” Her lips are slightly stained green and Flynn can’t help but look at them. They’re probably so soft.

“You’re just lucky that the green one’s aren’t as good as the orange one’s, or else I’d have to kill you,” Flynn replies after a beat too long.

Julie takes a sour key and between bites says, “You’re both wrong, the purple one’s are the best.”

“Of course you think so little miss purple,” Carrie teases.

Julie gasps. “Hey! Flynn’s the shortest, not me!”

“How did we get back to this?!” Flynn groans. “Weren’t we just talking about how Carrie’s a thief?”

“I am not! You’re the hoarder, you made me take them. Besides you being the shortest is so cute and fun.” Carrie raises an eyebrow with an evil little smile.

She’s obviously trying to get on Flynn’s nerves, and she’s succeeding, but why does Flynn’s heart speed up when she calls them cute? Why does her mind go blank for a second as they feel very happy?

She shakes her head a little to steady themself. “You do realize that you’re stuck in a metal box with me, right? Where I could kill you and no one would know. So I suggest you shut your mouth before I make you.”

Carrie coughs a little as her face goes slightly pink. Julie’s just looking knowingly at both of them. What just happened?

Carrie’s Dad turns around in his seat to look exasperatedly at them, though there’s a little smile on his face. “Settle down kiddos. Flynn please don’t kill my daughter, I love her. Carrie please don’t try to aggravate Flynn. Also why can’t you all just share the sour keys? You all like different flavours.”

“Because once Flynn finishes all of the orange one’s she eats all of mine and Carrie’s,” Julie responds like something weird didn’t just happen.

“It’s not my fault that there’s always less orange one’s! It’s not fair! Why aren’t you also telling off Julie she participated in this?” Flynn frustratedly and loudly says.

Carrie’s Dad sighs. “Julie wasn’t yelling and trying to annoy you two. Why do you and Care bear always get into silly arguments?”

Julie mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like, “It’s because these two idiots are in love with each other and won’t admit it.”

Flynn glares at her, but she just flashes her perfect little angel smile. Julie’s so sweet that no one expects her to be a little devil, it’s stupid.

Flynn suddenly realizes that Carrie has been very quiet. They turn to look at her and she gasps. There’s only one sour key left… and it’s an orange one.

“Bubblegum, Pinky Pie, Sappho, lollipop, sweetheart, love of my life can I please please have the last sour key?” Flynn quickly rambles.

They just have to get the last one and she’s not above begging for it. So what if her begging includes calling people sweet pet names to bribe them, and so what if they do it more with Carrie? It doesn’t mean anything. It’s just a coincidence, right?

Carrie looks down and avoids their eyes, her cheeks turning even redder than before. Is she okay? Why has she been acting strange? Flynn has no idea, but they hope for the best.

“Well since you asked so nicely, soda pop.” Carrie hands her the sour key. If Flynn didn’t know any better they’d say she was flustered, but that can’t be right.

Flynn flashes Carrie a wide smile as they start to eat the delicious treat.

Strawberry ice cream, one spoon for two

“You said you didn’t want any ice cream.” Carrie crosses her arms and glares at Flynn.

“That was before I saw how good it looks, and I love strawberry. It’s like the best flavour and it reminds me of you.”

Julie sighs and looks at them disapprovingly, but also slightly amused. “Flynn honey, you said you didn’t want any because your stomach hurt from all those sour keys. Ice cream will only make it a lot worse.”

“I’m feeling better now,” Flynn argues. “Besides now that I want it it’s all that I’ll be thinking about. Do you really want me to be constantly thinking about and bugging you for ice cream? I have seven sodas all the time. It's fine.”

Flynn may have a massive sweet tooth, but how can she not when it tastes so good.

“That’s not healthy and I still don’t like it,” Julie scolds.

Flynn just shrugs in response. “Okay, mom.”

Julie throws her hands up in the air and Flynn turns back to Carrie with pleading eyes.

Carrie just sighs and passes it over. “You’re lucky I like you, babe.”

“I know, sweetie.” Flynn thanks the universe for it everyday. They have no idea where they’d be without Carrie, and frankly, they don’t want to know.

Flynn ignores the fluttering in her chest as they take a bite of the strawberry ice cream and almost moans. The cold sweet fruity taste is so refreshing on this warm day.

It’s a shame she has to share it with Carrie, they want it all to themselves. The thing is that Flynn would do anything for Carrie. Sharing ice cream with her is the least they can do for this truly amazing girl who somehow loves her.

And trading jackets

Carrie wraps her arms around herself. “This ice cream is making me cold.”

Well that’s not allowed. Carrie is this warm ray of sunshine in Flynn’s life and she’s just not allowed to be cold. Not when Flynn’s wearing a perfectly good jacket.

“Here take mine.” Flynn passes it to her with a smile.

It’s their jean jacket that has a bunch of patches and embroidery that Flynn either bought or made. There are lesbian and nonbinary flags that they all put on together after she came out, along with a hundred other things that all have a special meaning. It’s precious to her. If it were anyone else they’d be hesitant about letting someone wear it, but it’s Carrie, it’s a no brainer.

Carrie looks up at them, rubbing the fabric between her fingers. “Are you sure?” She has a hesitant and caring look on her face. She knows just how much Flynn loves the jacket.

“Of course, Sappho.”

Carrie smiles softly as she puts the jacket on. Flynn has to catch her breath. She’s wearing their jacket and she almost explodes.

For a second Flynn wishes that they were dating. That she was giving their girlfriend her favourite jacket. That she could wrap her arms around Carrie, kiss her perfect lips, and ramble about how gorgeous she looks and how her wearing their jacket makes her feel so happy. It’d be something out of one of those cheesy rom coms that they watch to make fun of, but secretly like.

Flynn’s daydream is interrupted by Julie’s laugh.

Laughin’ ‘bout how small it looks on you

“It’s so small on you,” Julie says between giggles.

Flynn looks at it again and sure enough it’s too small for Carrie. They’ve had it a couple years so it’s a little small on Flynn, but it’s too sentimental to throw out and it still fits. On Carrie the sleeves come up a bit too much above her wrists and she can’t really button it up.

It should be something for Flynn to laugh at like Julie, but it almost adds to the charm of Carrie wearing their jacket. The imperfections make it real. Besides, perfection never lasts. Robert Frost said “Nothing gold can stay,” but this isn’t gold. It’s as precious as it, but maybe, just maybe, this can last. This moment, their friendship, hopefully it can stay.

Watching reruns of Glee

“Seriously? Why is Rachel always in the spotlight? The rest of them have good voices too,” Flynn complains. Their legs are thrown over Carrie’s lap as they watch a random episode of Glee

Carrie scoffs. “I have no idea. I’m passionate about being a singer, but I’m not that self absorbed. You don’t always need to be the lead.” She leans back on the couch more. “Besides, I can sing better than her.”

Bein’ annoying

“Not self absorbed, huh?” Flynn teases.

They know that Carrie has an absolutely angelic voice that they’re constantly in awe of. She can definitely sing better than Rachel and she’d fight anyone who disagrees. It’s just that teasing Carrie is so much fun. Basically half of their relationship is bickering with each other. Julie says they act like a married couple, but she always sees stuff that isn’t there.

“Shut up.” Carrie moves Flynn’s leg off of her.

Flynn gasps and looks at Carrie with a horrified expression. “How dare you?! Do you not love me anymore?! Betrayal of the highest order! Dishonour! Dishonour on your whole family! Dishonour on you! Dishonour on your cow! I can’t even look at you right now. My heart… it hurts.” They dramatically turn away from her and sigh, acting hurt.

Flynn doesn’t even have to look at Carrie to know that she’s looking at them with an exasperated expression on her pretty face. After a minute she feels a body lay on top of them.

“Can you please stop being such a drama queen? Of course I love you, you idiot,” Carrie says quietly into their ear.

At that moment Flynn realizes just how close Carrie is to her. She’s pressed up against them and her face is literally a breath away from theirs. She has to fight not to get flustered at the fact that this gorgeous girl is oh so close to them and how they are so aware of her every little movement.

Flynn swallows. “Says you, and what happened to babe?” It’s the best thing she can come up with at the moment.

“You’re still the love of my life, soda pop, but when you’re being a bit of an idiot I’m gonna call you an idiot. It’s how it works hun.”

Carrie can’t just say that. Especially not when she’s this close to Flynn who feels like they’re going to combust. It’s just not fair how she doesn’t have a single coherent thought in their mind. Her brain cells have decided to go on vacation to leave her speechless, which they very rarely are.

Flynn doesn’t even bother to wittily respond, partially because she can’t, so they just half watch the episode of Glee that’s still playing and enjoys the moment.

Singin’ in harmony

“For the last time bubblegum, I can rap, but I can’t sing.”

“Come on, at least try. You can’t possibly be as bad as you think,” Carrie pleads as the sun sets around them, painting the world a soft pink.

Carrie looks breathtaking in this glow against the pink sky. Pink has always been her colour. The shade doesn’t even matter, anytime she wears pink Flynn just has to do a double take. Not that she doesn’t look incredible in everything else, pink just kind of enhances it even more.

“You’ve heard me sing, pinky. Don’t act like you haven’t. You know it’s terrible.” Flynn walks slightly faster. If they keep looking at Carrie against the beautiful sky she’d do anything she asks.

Carrie puts a hand on their shoulder, making them stop for a moment. “Yeah, but I can’t remember the last time I heard you sing that wasn’t just singing terribly on purpose to random songs on the radio. Please, I promise I won’t make fun of you.” She just looks so genuine as she says those soft words. It’s enough to make Flynn fall head over heels for her once more, but really, she does that every second they’re with her.

“Maybe later. We’ll try to sing in harmony together.” Flynn takes Carrie’s hand. “Let’s go watch the sunset by the ocean.

Carrie smiles widely and Flynn automatically does the same

I bet she’s bragging to all her friends , sayin’ how you’re so unique

Unfortunately, Flynn never got the chance to sing in harmony with Carrie.

Flynn told herself she wouldn’t look at Carrie’s Instagram, but they just couldn’t help it. She misses her so much and it’s better than nothing, right? Plus Carrie hasn’t blocked them, and Flynn hasn’t either.

There’s a picture of Carrie and Kayla in Carrie’s Dad’s car. They’re both smiling and looking at the camera and eating some kind of snack, but Flynn can’t quite tell what. The caption says that they’re on a road trip to Malibu.

The next post shows Carrie and Kayla sharing strawberry ice cream at an ice cream shop in Malibu, there’s only one spoon. Carrie is wearing Kayla’s beautiful trademark purple jacket.

A picture of them watching an episode of Glee, both sprawled out on the couch together. They’re smiling widely and just look so happy.

Then a post of the two of them posing at sunset, the sky a soft pink that makes Carrie look angelic.

So when you gonna tell her that we did that too?

Carrie did all that with Flynn. They carry the memories so close to her heart. They mean so much to them. They’re a reminder of how it was before, when it was good, when they were all happy.

Now she’s doing all that with someone else. Flynn’s not jealous, but they don’t understand how Carrie’s able to do all of this. Flynn can barely think of road trips, strawberry ice cream, her favourite jean jacket, watching glee, and pink sunsets without being overwhelmed with her feelings and memories of Carrie.

She thinks it’s special, but it’s all reused

Flynn can’t help but wonder if Carrie does all of these things with her friends. She’s obviously allowed to, but Flynn kind of thought she was special. They thought that maybe there was something else there. That maybe their feelings weren’t completely one sided, but that doesn’t matter anymore.

That was our place, I found it first

They both found that ice cream place in Malibu with Julie. It became a tradition to go there every time they went on a road trip there with Carrie’s Dad. It was important to them.

That post hurts slightly more than the rest. Flynn saw that place the first time they went to Malibu and dragged them all in. They wish she could go there again with Carrie, but that’ll never happen. Not after… everything.

I made the jokes you tell to her when she’s with you

Do you get deja vu when she’s with you?

Carrie has to get deja vu when she’s with Kayla, right? She can’t have just forgotten everything they’ve done together. Their entire friendship.

They were as close as could be for years, and now they’re nothing. The girl she knew and loved isn’t quite there anymore. Now she’s been replaced by mean comments and rude looks. Flynn hopes that they can get back to where they were, but it’s not likely.

Do you get deja vu?

Flynn gets deja vu when looking at her posts. She gets a sudden wave of nostalgia and wants to look through her closet to see her favourite jacket and all of their clothes that are connected to memories of Carrie.

Their friendship was as precious as gold, but just like in the poem, it didn’t stay.

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[90sbokuto]

sorry if this is a weird one to ask but since I like to bake / eat mouth watering pastries,,,,,bnha headcanons for bakugo, kirishima, denki, and sero where they are eating one of their S/O's tasty desserts that leaves them mouth watered in delight??? please and thank you :D!!!!!!

— “ bnha boys with a s/o that bakes ”

including: bakugo, kirishima, kaminari and sero

genre: fluff, humor and domestic relationships

tags: baking, fluff, humor, mentions of domestic relationships

warnings: language 

a/n: no it’s not weird at all !! i actually love the idea of writing this ! thanks for sending this in :D

— katsuki bakugo

-    secretly LOVES when you bake

-    homie would just be playing video games when he smells the homemade chocolate chip cookies you made and sneaks into the kitchen to steal them

-    best believe this boy knows the smell of your baking and his mouth immediately WATERS

-    he will DEFINITELY sneak back his room with most of the cookies

-    and then you’d make more

-    this cycle would go on forever

-    there would NEED to be an unofficial rule where he isn’t allowed to come into the kitchen until you’re done baking

-    “the cookies were good, nerd.” he says, kissing your cheek while you’re watching tv

-     he asks you to teach him !!!

-     poor boy is so confused about why measurements exist for the chocolate chips

-     “the whole damn point is to add a ton of chocolate chips!!” he yells at the little recipe he found to use online

-      rachael ray is just getting yelled at by this boy and she doesn’t even know it LMFAOSDMKMA

-      he’s determined for these cookies to come out similar to yours

-      you have to tell him to spray the pan so the cookies don’t stick or burn

-      “DON’T SET THE OVEN TO 570 DEGREES!” you yell at him

-       he genuinely thinks the cookies will just cook faster if he sets it higher

-       brags to everyone about your cookies

-       “YOU BET YOUR ASS Y/N’S BAKING IS JUST LIKE GORDON RAMSAY’S”

-        he’s so supportive about your baking its such a beautiful sight 🥺

— eijiro kirishima

-       SUCH A SWEETIE LMFAO 

-       you asked him to come with him to the grocery store so you can get stuff to make an apple pie

-       he def held your hand on the way there

-       he’s so helpful until he finds a candy apple kit and then he’s raving about having a bake off with you !!

-       the two of you end up getting stuff to make your apple pie his candied apples :D

-       he started to line his baking sheet since you had already put your pie in the oven

-       then it started smelling super good to him..

-       but he was still determined to try and “win” the bake off

-       def the type to keep looking into the oven to see what the pie looks like even though there’s still like 50 minutes left

-       the candied apples took less time to finish so afterward, he’d decided to play video games until both desserts were done

-       he kept creeping back into the kitchen to look at the pie !!

-      “these are good !!” you gushed to kirishima after taking a bite into one of the candied apples

-       “but i wanna try your pie , that’s not fair !!” he exclaimed, taking off his headset

-       “i already took it out , it just needs to cool off.” you said, heading into your room for a moment. 

-       that statement was enough for him to try and slice a piece, blow on it for good measure and try and eat it ashsadhasdaj

-       poor boy burnt his tongue 

-      but the pie was AMAZING so he didn’t really regret it

-      his mouth was literally watering for another piece but this time he decided to wait for it to cool off

-      “babe your pie is godly !!” he exclaimed, as you came back to the kitchen. 

— denki kaminari

-      he keeps coming in the common area to see random desserts on the oven top

-      this had been happening for MONTHS now and he wasn’t sure who was just making random sweets and leaving them

-      but it wasn’t a bad thing, he actually really liked them, but it just CONFUSED him

-      they tasted so incredible, like hard work and a lot of time was taken on them so how did he always seem to miss the person who made them ?

-      began to start dreaming of the desserts 

-      eventually he just decided to stay in the common area all night

-      detective pikachu WHO?

-      as soon as he set up camp for the night he realized that this time there were brownies, but they were already in the oven 

-      then someone’s door opened and he pretended he was just on his phone minding his business

-      kirishima came humming down the hall

-     he heard the oven open, the pan hit the stove and kirishima take off his mit

-     “ dude you BAKED those? ” he asked

-     “ no , aizawa didn’t know who made them , but he just told me to take them out. ”

-     now he really went into detective mode, who was the talented secret baker here ? 

-      everyone thought Sato until he admitted it wasn’t him , since he had an oven in his room anyway

-      he asked you but you lied and said no ; you originally didn’t want anyone to know since aizawa would probably ban you from the kitchen at night

-      this boy decides to set up a hidden camera...

-      he got THREE DAYS WORTH OF FOOTAGE

-      the weekend rolled around so he decided to look at the camera but  nothing showed up for the first two days, and then he saw you creep into the kitchen at about one in the morning 

-      you grabbed the flour, chocolate chips and eggs

-      he RAN to your room 

-      it sounded like he was gonna BUST YOUR DOOR DOWN , but in reality he was happy one of his hunches was right AND to praise you for your baking abilities

-      you opened the door cautiously , not knowing it was denki

-      “ BABE YOUR BAKING IS EXTRAORDINARY !!” he exclaimed, pulling you into a hug

-      you snatched him into your room so no one would hear him LMAOoO

— sero hanta

-      he tried to vlog while you were teaching him how to make deep fried oreos

-      you’d never tried each other’s baking so this was perfect

-      god there were so many dumb moments

-      when checking the oil, sero accidentally SLAPPED himself with the spatula and you were so confused since you didn’t see what happened

-      things were going great !!

-      you guys were coating the oreos in the homemade pancake batter you made

-      the camera fell ,,

-      so he gave up trying to vlog for a minute

-      you tried to get him to PROMISE not to eat any of the oreos until you guys put the powdered sugar and the frosting dip was cooled

-      but he was SO CURIOUS

-      like cmon now , you’re telling me he wouldn’t ALREADY be concerned why the oreos needed to be deep fried in the first place

-    he got stuff from the store that you said you needed yesterday but he just assumed the oreos were a snack

-    until you told him those were for the recipe

-    dispair is the emotion he felt ,,  

-    low and behold the camera was back up and recording after a while and he bit into one , while you flipped an oreo over to cook

-    his FACE AHSSDNKASND

-   “ baby !! these are AWESOME wtf?” he practically yelled

-   “ try it with the powdered sugar and frosting ! ” you said, cheesing from ear to ear

-   he kissed your forehead and made his way to the fridge to grab the frosting :,)

[liliesoftherain]

YouTube Challenge!

Request: Ok so I’ve been watching a lot of youtube couples (not the cringey ones lol) and I reallyyy wanted a head canon for maybe bakugou, shoto, and kiri with a s/o who is a youtuber, and they shoot a couple video like those “my boyfriend rates my outfits” or “chapstick challenge” videos. Could the prompts (42)“(58)(18) Also boys to be pro heroes already...if that’s ok. 

A/N: I hope you enjoy this hun, @pletopliito​ and also as each one is written it gets shorter and shorter lol IM SO SORRY

Prompts: 18. “Have you lost your damn mind?” 43. “Why don’t you kiss me already?” 58. “Are you flirting with me?”

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader, Eijiro Kirishima x Reader, Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Katsuki Bakugou!:

“Hey guys, QueenExplosion here! And I have a surprise! Drumroll… It’s King Explosion, as a guest!”

You excitedly pulled your boyfriend into the chair next to you, laughing as he grumbled about the name.

“Right, right! Sorry Mr. Pro Hero, I meant Ground Zero is joining me today!”

“Against my will, might I add.” 

You smacked his arm without looking for the snide comment,

But knowing your boyfriend,

This video was bound to be full of them

“Alright, so today I look a little bare don’t I? That’s because this hunk is going to be doing my makeup.”

“Get ready to look like shit.”

“ANYWAAAAYS, let’s just jump right in, yeah? So I have all my makeup set out on the desk here, I’m not telling him what does what-”

“Like I need to know, this shit isn’t rocket science.”

“And it’s his job to make my look as fine as I always do.”

You watched as Katsuki faced you, grabbing a random brush and your highlighter.

“This is like the base coat for your foundation crap, right.”

He huffed to himself as you stifled a laughter, side eyeing the camera

He brushed it all over your face before picking up your stick foundation,

“Now this just kinda goes.. Fucking everywhere.”

He narrowed his eyes in concentration and you thought he was adorable,

“What are you doing Katsu?”

“You put dots all over your face. So that, stupid.”

He grabbed the beauty blender and you were shocked to try to see him dab it all over your face

He lightly grabbed your neck to maneuver your position,

Making it easier to blend in the makeup

“Do you think I need this much makeup?”

“No.”

“Awhhh-”

“You need a fucking crap ton.”

You smacked his arm again at the rude comment,

But you knew he was kidding with the way he was smirking

“Now that your face is done or whatever the hell, guess it’s the eyes.”

He picked up one of your newer palets and your heart skipped a beat,

“Oh man I just got this… Don’t mess it up please.”

“Yea, yea shut up.”

“I’m serious Katsuki-”

“Shitty woman I won’t mess it up. Now quit talking so I can make your eyes fucking pretty.”

“Haha okayy~”

He grabbed a small brush and opened your eyeshadow pallet,

Staring intently at the colors

“What are you glaring so hard for? Just pick one, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“You use these two the most. Let’s mix them.”

“Wait, what-”

You watched with wide eyes as he dipped the brush into one color,

Roughly grabbing the powder onto the brush before-

“Have you lost your damn mind, KATSUKI!”

“EH!? WHAT!”

You watched as he selected another color,

Lighter than the first,

Blending them together on the pallet instead of on your eye

LIKE HOW A REGULAR HUMAN BEING DID IT

“YOU CAN’T JUST MIX THEM THERE, YOU RUIN THE COLOR!”

“HA? YOU BLEND SHIT ALL THE TIME!?”

“ON MY EYES DUMBASS!”

“So.. Like this?”

He brought the brush up to your cheek and smeared the makeup all over

“Whoops. Missed.”

“Katsukii!”

Laughing and whining you tried to push him away but he kept sneaking makeup all over your face,

Grabbing your hands and holding them so you couldn’t stop his onslaught

It was all fun and games till you heard a crash,

Looking down you saw your pallet on the ground,

Face down

“... Bakugou Katsuki…”

At the tone of your voice he stopped,

Looking down to where he saw you gaze on your fallen makeup.

“Oh fuck.”

Let’s just say that video ended with a bunch of cut scenes until you said goodbye,

Smiling face full of misused makeup and Katsuki with a smug look on his face,

Even if he did have matching makeup stains where you wiped your cheek against his.

“Fellas, if you’re asked to try this, just don’t-”

“Ignore him!! Thanks for the stopping by and watching the explosion duo! See you guys soon! ”

Eijiro Kirishima!:

“Hi beautiful people, and welcome back to my channel! It’s your host, RockkStarr here with my own, rock star- Red Riot! And today we are going to be doing the Chubby Bunny challenge!”

“Yosh!! I’m hyped up to eat some delicious sweets, oh, and the marshmallows too.”

Winking at the camera Eijiro pulled you in close,

You laughed and tried to squirm away as he left playful bites along your shoulder

“Oh stop! If you guys are unfamiliar with the challenge, it’s a winner-loser game-”

“That I’ll definitely win.”

“That you win by seeing how many marshmallows you can fit in your mouth while still being able to say, ‘chubby bunny’!”

“Oh then I’ll definitely lose, you see these cheeks? Made for this.” 

“Owiee!”

Eijiro laughed as you swatted his hand away while he pinched your cute cheek.

“Let’s get onto the marshmallows!”

“YOSH!”

The first few times didn’t go so well since he kept eating them,

“Ei babe you gotta keep it in your mouth!”

“That’s what she-”

After a few more failed attempts you were both up to five, and you both could still talk pretty clearly,

But Kirishima was not making this easy for you,

“What was that??”

“You heard me!!” 

You covered your mouth as you tried to hold back laughter,

Making it even harder to do so as you saw your boyfriend's cheeks puffed out so wide,

With a pursed smile to make him look funnier

“Say it again!”

“CHUBBY BUNNY!!”

After another 4 more you were getting to the limit,

Eijirou was tearing up in laughter about how cute you looked with puffed cheeks,

And every time you opened your mouth to talk they would almost fall out,

“Why don’t you just kiss me already?”

He teased with an almost clear voice,

You rolled your eyes at his smugness but did it anyways,

As soon as your lips touched you couldn’t hold back the giggles,

Spitting out wet marshmallows all over your boyfriend you began dying of laughter,

His shocked and disgusted face made you laugh even harder as his own came out of his mouth

“THAT WAS SO GROSS BABE!”

“AHHHH I’M SORRY!”

You both ended the video,

Your chin slick with drool and Eijiro covered in soggy marshmallows,

But you were both smiling and laughing nonetheless

“Thanks for tuning in! See you beauties next time, RockkStarr-”

“And Red Riot!”

“OUT!” 

Shoto Todoroki!:

“Hello friends, it’s me, IceeBaby! Don’t be alarmed, I know it may be hard to recognize me behind all this Gucci-”

“That’s a store brand tee-shirt, don’t lie.”

“Aaaaaand I’m here with my ice ice baby, Shoto! Thanksforruiningtheintro.”

“Anything for you, love.”

“Thanks babe..  today we are going to have a fashion show of sorts. I'll be trying on my closet for you all to see, and he is taking time out of his busy day to rate them for me!”

“She looks good in anything, so you’re going to get 10/10s everytime.”

“Oh my gosh. Are you flirting with me?”

“I most definitely am.”

“You do know I am dating a top pro hero right?”

“What is he going to do?” 

You giggle as Shoto pulls you onto his lap from, squeezing you tight while he did.

“He can try all he wants but he can't have you back.”

“You’re such a dork-Oh no!! You’ll wrinkle my clothes, let me go!”

“Wrinkled or not this outfit is still a 10 for me.”

You wiggled out of his hold, messing his hair up as you stood.

You tried on a few different outfits, explaining where you got them and why you liked them so much.

“Oh and this shirt-”

“Is my favorite actually.”

“Ohh?? Why is that?”

“This is the shirt you were wearing when we went on our first date.”

Your jaw dropped and Shoto swears there were hearts in your eyes,

“Shoto.. You remember that?”

“Why wouldn’t I? It was one of the best days of my life, you were wearing that shirt and that one pair of jeans that makes your ass look fat-”

“aahhhHHHHHHH! you know about my butt enhancing jeans!?”

“Well, then I didn’t but I know which ones they are now.”

“Kya, you’re so embarrassing~!”

“You were the one wearing them, trying to impress me.”

“Well of course! I was on a date with an up and coming hero, who has tons of pretty heroes who could snatch you from me.”

You pouted looking away from him,

He once again pulled you onto his lap,

“No one is more beautiful than you. I want no one else.”

You looked over to the camera with a smug smile,

“Hear that? Sorry thirsty guys and gals, this man is all mine!”

“Thirsty??”

“Uh yeah, you know how many people thirst over you?”

“Do you know how many thirst over you?”

“Not as many as you, sweetie pie.”

“Whatever you say love, in that case,”

Shoto glared at the camera, shielding you with his body,

“You thirsty people cannot have her either.”

“KYAAA SHOTO-KUN HOW EMBARRASSING!!~~”

You look up at the camera the best you could, a big smile on your face,

“That’s it for today’s video! Go find other people to thirst over!! But I really hoped you enjoyed this! Comment down below if you’d like more content like this! Thanks a bunchies friends! Icy Hot 1 and 2 reporting for outro! Bye!”