#why do i love this so much?

[loosesodamarble]

Yo, hru? Congrats on reaching your milestone! Can I have a Dabi (from BNHA) fluff scenario w prompt C2. Their pouty face was so unbearably adorable, (Blank) couldn’t help but swoon a little. , pls?

Yo! I am doing well! I'm sorry that it took a while to write this. The muses are stingy with me at the moment... 😅

But the fic is written now! And I have to say... An unexpectedly fun write for me. And I think some of the lines in this piece might be my favorites that I came up with during this whole follower event. So like, thank you Anon for the request~! 💖

Summary: It's date day for you and Dabi. You walk and talk and Dabi thinks your face is the cutest in the world. Genre: fluff Word count: ~700

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You glanced at your phone at your last message from your boyfriend. There was a time and place for a rendezvous, as well as the line [Look as good as you always do.] Smiling and laughing, you put your device away.

No wonder he was a Villain. What with the way he stole your heart.

“What’s a fine looking citizen like yourself doing near a dingy ol’ alleyway?” A familiarly husky voice asked before an arm hooked around your shoulders. “Looking to be kidnapped?”

“Whoops, not really!” you joked, sliding away from the voice. “Sorry, I only read dark romance! I’m not one for living it!”

You turned and grinned at Dabi. He smiled back from underneath his high collar coat and baseball cap. Reaching out your hand, you walked back over to him. Your hand and his became intertwined and you began to walk side-by-side.

“I’m glad we can meet in person on occasion,” you mused as you eyed some of the new fashions in a store window. You looked back at him. “But why can’t we do it more often? Or just move in together?”

“‘Cause life ain’t fair,” Dabi answered, sighing. “Besides, you shouldn’t be joining the circles I run in.”

You raised a brow at him.

“My record ain’t clean so I think I’d be fine,” you whispered, a little offended that he still treated you like an innocent nobody. “C’mon! Lemme into your club!” Leaning back, you batted your eyes with faux innocence. “Imagine all the IDs and money I could forge for you…”

Despite what you were saying, of the crimes you were willing to commit and for his sake, you spoke with a cute, whiny voice. And your face… Your pouty face was so unbearably adorable, Dabi couldn’t help but swoon a little.

It was like you and Dabi were high school sweethearts and not on the run from the law.

Life was Hell for Dabi. A burning, aching Hell that he threw himself into. But in the midst of the wretched misfortune he called life, he had you.

You were not someone pure. You were no delicate princess or little piece of Heaven for him to protect. Some lovesick poet might’ve called you that. But Dabi wasn’t a poet and he knew better than to treat you that way. Knew better than to call you an angel or to want for Heaven, or whatever salvation that society had to offer.

No. To Dabi, you were a magician. One who created an illusion of normalcy for the two of you. That was all he wanted, all he needed.

If Dabi was to allow himself one weakness, he wanted it to be you.

“Well when you put it like that…” Dabi started, intentionally letting his voice trail off. “No.”

“Dude!” you gasped.

Dabi leaned in and then poked the tip of your nose.

“Get back to me when you manage to kill someone. Then I’ll reconsider.”

“Ugh, you are the most unfairest boyfriend I’ve ever had!” you grumbled. You pouted again, though this time in anger rather than to beg. And Dabi still found it impossibly adorable. “And that’s saying something when one almost ratted me out.”

“You still love me though, don’t you?” Dabi asked as he gave your hand a squeeze.

“Hmph!” You turned your head away, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

“C’mon, don’t be shy!”

“I’m not shy! I just don’t love you!”

“And now you’re turning into a liar!” Dabi said in a sing-song tone.

Dabi continued to pester you while you shot down his every attempt to get an “I love you” from your lips. Despite the “argument,” you two never let go of each other’s hands.

The banter only stopped when you approached a crepe stand.

“You only get it if you confess your love for me,” he offered with a grin.

He knew you could never turn down a crepe. Especially when it was on him.

“Extra whipped cream and I love you for all eternity.”

“Deal.”

Of course, Dabi didn’t let you have it all to yourself. His money meant he got the first bite, earning yet another one of your precious pouting faces. Not a bad deal in his mind.

[mlm-blues]

“lmao imagine liking men” OK!!! ON IT BOSS 🫡🫡🫡 it’s beautiful here

[inkskinned]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

[anxious-shadowling]

On my 4th relisten of Mythborne…

Bring on the rats!

[idiotsonlyevent]

i wonder where the idea of chilchuck being a deadbeat came from when theres like. no textual evidence for it ?

he knows what all of them are up to; he still writes to flertom and she sent him his neckwarmer, so that to me implies that they at least have a somewhat positive relationship?

its more ambiguous with meijack and puckpatti, but since meijack is also a picklock, i wouldn't be surprised if he taught her himself, considering how trades are often passed down through families, and because he talks about sending people to her if he dies.

also the way he talks about puckpatti is very like... it's obvious he wants her to take things more seriously, but he's accepting, and his tone here reads more fond to me than anything else.

like, he keeps his daughters' old toys under his desk? that doesn't scream 'deadbeat' at all, it screams 'empty nester' who doesn't know how to reach out or is scared to do so

EDIT: i know a lot of the 'deadbeat dad' stuff is jokes, but some people are Not joking and genuinely think chilchuck is a bad dad. this post is not saying that you cant joke about it; it is just outlining what canon shows regarding his (clearly positive) relationship with his kids.

[pinkgibbon]

anton chigurh goes to stardew valley

[not-eli]

Luke: You burn your favourite food FOR THE GODS so THE GODS can listen to you and if you're lucky THE GODS PERCY THE GODS will answer your pray so if you want go ask THE GODS something you want

Percy:

Percy: hey mom-

[lazylittledragon]

hey idk which anxious pre-t babe needs to hear this but i didn't get to when i was younger so. testosterone will not make you ugly. it won't make you a horrible person. it won't 'mutilate' or ruin your body. if you want to go on testosterone then literally all that happens is it makes you really fucking hot and REALLY fucking happy.

[tojisun]

…yea sure why not?

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baker!simon who’s known for the bit he’s got going on – something you wished your friends would’ve told you because the first time you walked into the niche bakery (at six am to boot) and saw simon, big and tall and inked and masked simon, you screamed bloody murder.

“jesus-!” he yelled back in surprise, almost dropping a tray of freshly baked shortbreads before whipping his head up to see what was going on only to feel like he’s been punched in the gut because there you stood by the entrance, bundled up with thick jackets like you’re preparing for winter even though fall was just settling in, your hair a haggard mess and your face gaunt from exhaustion, and looking like all parts of simon’s dream woman.

“um,” you stammered, staring at him with wide eyes and trembling hands, your heart hammering in your chest as you began to panic. “i, uh. i’m…?”

simon watched as you continued to stammer before finally taking pity on you. he placed the tray on the counter and turned to fully present himself to you, spreading his arms out in hopes that it would show you that he’s not dangerous. that you would see his flour-covered apron and see that all he’s got going on in life is baking, and then instantly be enamoured with him.

“you here for breakfast?” he asked, clearing his throat upon hearing the awkward croak of his voice. thank god for his mask because he was able to hide the flush of his cheeks, allowing him to continue to play it cool in front of you.

“yes?” you replied, still confused as to why the… baker? was wearing a homemade skull mask.

“sure,” he said and you watched as he wiped his hands on his apron. “come over here then. what’d you want to order?”

baker!simon who isn’t really a big sweets enthusiast but whose desserts are the best in the block. you asked him what made him pursue this career and you watched as he stilled, his face falling slack like he can see something you couldn’t – like he is reliving a memory – before shaking himself with a deep inhale and finally whispering, “for my brother.”

you did not probe any further, your heart heavy with guilt, but simon just turned to you with a small smile and asked, “wanna hear about ‘im?”

he gathered you in his arms as he recounted the few fond memories he has of his childhood, and you breathed him in, smelling the faint smell of macaroons and toasted butter on his skin.

baker!simon who begins dedicating his daily special treats to you. “for the apple of my eye,” when it’s apple fritters day. “for my beloved cheri,” on cherry pie day. “for my precious sugar,” on sugar cookies day.

baker!simon who proudly prances around in his frilly pink apron that has “husband material” embroidered on the chest. you gave it to him as a gag gift but simon loves it so much that he began to wear it to work, showing it off to his friends with a deep chuckle.

“my girl got it f’r me,” he says to johnny. “pretty, isn’t it?”

johnny nods amidst laughter, his body folded into himself as he clutches the counter for support.

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fuck. baker!simon might even be better than biker!simon

[solroskajan]

Cat.

[soldrawss]

Huntlow doodle dump including 3 different aus so yeah enjoy

[hansoeii]

it’s okay, babygirl.

[buckleydiazmp4]

no but the thing is. they KISSED. on screen. it was a real scene, not deleted, not removed from a script, it HAPPENED in front of the world's eyes. and AND the actors are normal about it and the whole cast and crew is normal about it and it's not vague and it's IMPORTANT. no matter the rest of it and what came after it, it happened!!

[egophiliac]

redesigning my headcanon for Sebek's parents, based on important new information (SCALES)

(you can't see it but they're both wearing crocs)

[pbnmj]

what was supposed to just be pavitr and meera jain spiralled into a LOT of spiders in formalwear/red carpet outfits.... most of them referenced off met gala outfits and then adjusted to suit my own tastes LOL

[lazycranberrydoodles]

english translation book 5 baby we are in the ‘people assuming kid form hua cheng is xie lian’s son’ era 🔥🔥🔥 / follow for more hualian silliness