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Does anyone know what Vitkor’s nickname/pet name for Yuuri is in Russian? It starts with ‘so’ or 'soy’ or something like that. It’s pretty commonly used in fics, but for some reason I can’t find it.
Sprawled out on the floor of their cell, the hero is still reeling from a swift punch to the gut when the door is kicked open and all hell breaks loose. By the time they catch their breath and gather enough strength to lift their head, all of their captors are down for the count. Brows furrowed in confusion, the hero blinks away their blurry vision… only to be greeted by the sight of the villain standing before them in all of their nefarious glory.
“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” the villain drawls, crouching down to their level. The hero scrambles away, their bound hands shielding their bruised face in an instinctual defensive position.
The villain rolls their eyes. “Oh please, I’m not going to hurt you. You’ve already been roughened up enough for my tastes.”
The hero frowns, incredulous, and flinches when their adversary gets too close. “You’re not?”
“No, and if you don’t believe me, you can wait for someone else to come and find you like this.”
The hero lowers their arms, their tensed shoulders relaxing minutely. “You’re… rescuing me?”
The villain sniffs. “Hardly. If anything, I’m salvaging my reputation. It would ruin my image if my nemesis were bested by such amateurs. Now, don’t struggle.”
Without saying anything further, the villain scoops them up, one arm hooked under their knees and the other curled around their back. The hero gasps in surprise, the room spinning in a dizzy blur. They might have a concussion.
Near boneless in the villain’s hold, the hero looks up at them as they’re carried out of the cell. “You’re gonna let me go?”
The villain hums. “For a price.”
The hero’s eyes narrow, not liking where this is going. “You’re asking for a ransom?”
“Have to pay the bills somehow, sweetheart.” The villain smirks down at them, and the hero bristles.
Glaring fiercely, they squirm in upset, trying to break free from their hold. The villain tightens their grip, jostling them a bit, and the hero winces in pain as the movement agitates their numerous injuries. Still, they continue to glower at their unwanted savior.
The villain huffs. “Oh, don’t look so cross. The goons who kidnapped you were the ones who published the demands. I’m just claiming them as my own.”
In the hero’s opinion, the villain looks entirely too pleased with their scheme. Who would pay the ransom? The city? But the public needs the money! The hero claws at their enemy’s shirt, their fingers numb from their wrists being tied too tight with electrical cord. “You, you can’t.”
“I can. It’s not like anyone can stop me, least of all you. You’re quite helpless right now, if you haven’t realized,” the villain replies smoothly, cool eyes raking over their injured frame.
The hero pouts—unintentionally, of course. They’re just in so much pain, so weak from the countless beatings, and now innocent people are going to suffer for their ineptitude. They sniffle a bit and wipe their nose with their forearm.
The villain meets their gaze with an unreadable expression, and then, with a heavy sigh, concedes, “I can, but I might not. After all, I could be persuaded to release you, for free, as long as you make it clear to your adoring fans that I was the one who caught you. You play the part of the hapless victim so well, I’m sure they’ll believe you.”
The hero brightens a little.
The villain’s lips curl into a slow smile. “Would you like that, darling?”
The hero gives a weak nod, their eyes so heavy.
The villain’s smile turns into a smirk. “Use your words, dear. Say please.”
The hero glares for a second before remembering how utterly exhausted they are. They swallow their pride, and, in a low voice, whisper, “Please.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” the villain chuckles, and the hero groans, eyes falling shut as they relax into the villain’s hold, forehead resting on their enemy’s shoulder. “Now, let’s get you to a hospital.”
You should spend, like, an hour or two looking at these dog names. Immediately. The biggest bubbles represent the most common names: Bella (1995), Max (1153), Charlie (856), Coco (852), Rocky (823), and so on.
Especially when it’s cute. Cuddle me tight, kiss my forehead, and call me your dumb little cocksocket. Call me that in the same tone you would call someone “love” or some other cute nickname.
If I’m taking a bath come in to talk about my day and casually unzip your fly and piss in my bathwater, without changing tone.
When I’m making dinner shove a barely lubed plug up my ass while kissing my neck and asking what we’re having.
Make my degradation so casual and part of every day that it becomes a language of love, that without it I worry you’re mad at me.
I love these kinds of things. Making degradation just part of our relationship, part of my life. These little things let me know you’re thinking of me, that you care.
I would love having any and all of these things happen. In fact, Reaction Junkie has done most of them. Opening the shower door to piss on me. Calling me names like slut or bitch in heat or dog or stupid cunt or any other cute little pet names.
I absolutely despise this sort of reaction. When someone rejects you, they’ve rejected you. Trying to change their minds, especially with a stranger in an online interaction like this, is just obnoxious.
I don’t think I’ve ever had a good interaction with someone when they’ve asked me to explain further why I’m not interested. What they want is a chance to try to talk me out of my decision, or convince me my reasons aren’t good enough. I was willing to give him some examples, until he did the whole “Oh, you didn’t really reject me. I can totally change your mind, even though you’ve been very clear.” Also, calling me “dear?” I hate when strangers call me by pet names like that, especially people on dating sites. I’m not your fucking “baby” or “dear” or “doll” or anything. It’s creepy to call me those things.
And that last message? Making it seem like I’m being unreasonable by not giving him all my reasons for rejecting him, after basically admitting he was trying to “negotiate” with me to get me to change my mind? Definitely seems like he was trying to manipulate me into a response.
It’s reactions to rejection like this that cause women not to respond to people when they aren’t interested. It’s not worth the argument. And this wasn’t even the most unpleasant of reactions I’ve gotten to a polite and kind rejection.
For the record, some of the questions I was talking about were big red flags, even for friendship, like thinking women are obligated to shave their legs, not accepting my answer of “Yes, and I enjoyed myself.” to the question about having had a same-sex sexual experience, and saying he wouldn’t ever change a diaper.
DEAR ABBY: My husband and I have been happily married for 10 years. This is a second marriage for both of us. We don’t have children together, but my husband has grown daughters in their 50s from a previous marriage. Generally, we have good relationships with each other.
My problem is, my husband still calls – and refers to – his daughters by their childhood nicknames, “Peanut” and “Poopsie.” They reciprocate by calling him by silly names instead of “Dad” or “Father.” Seeing these adult women reverting to childhood drives me up a wall. They talk and act like little girls and use baby talk with each other, too.
I have shared with my husband more than once that this “innocent” nickname game keeps his daughters stuck in old childhood patterns, while keeping other family members out of the conversation. How would you suggest I handle this? – FEELING LIKE AN OUTSIDER
Dear Feeling Like An Outsider,
One thing people do a lot when they get older is give up harmless and emotionally significant life-long habits because somebody else finds them mildly irritating, so that bodes very well for your situation here!
It’s always healthy to spend your time and energy being angry at people who are doing something that doesn’t have anything the fuck to do with you, affects you not at all, and is absolutely not about you in any possible way.
You should handle this as you already have done, by chastising grown-ass people for the way they talk to each other. That is definitely a mature thing to do, demonstrates that you are the only true adult in the room, and does not at all mimic any old childhood patterns whatsoever.
Continue to “share” your thoughts about how your husband and his daughters communicate, whenever you want and ideally with increasing frequency. They’ll likely be incredibly receptive to your suggestions and appreciate your valuable input. The most likely outcome is that they will thank you profusely for your kind corrections and wish to include you more fully in their lives. You will no longer be an outsider in this particular family, that’s for certain.
Summary: Loki’s been on the receiving end of a lot of nicknames in his time, but there’s something different about the things you call him.
Warnings/Notes: This is another little piece for my Loki’s Lullabies collection–plotless little fluff-bombs meant to (hopefully!) help you sleep, or at least feel alright. I know that I’ve done one like this for the pet names that Loki calls you (The Sweetest and Most Important Sound) but I just really wanted to write about Loki getting flustered over someone being kind and loving to him. I really hope you don’t mind all these “sequels” and callbacks to earlier stories but I promise that that’s not the new normal in these fics.
What They Call Him
“It ain’t what they call you, it’s what you answer to.”
— W.C. Fields
Over the course of his life, Loki had held a great many names and titles. The trickster. The god of lies. The mischief-maker. Odin’s lesser son. Laufeyson. The spoils of war. The tangled one, twisted and gnarled. They weren’t kind. Very few of them were, in fact. For centuries, he had known nothing but cool disdain and distaste from others.
But then, you. Seemingly out of nowhere, you stumbled into his life one day and refused to leave it again. You said his name simply, the way you said all of the others’. Loki knew that there was nothing out of the ordinary in the way you said his name, but he couldn’t get it out of his mind nonetheless. When you shaped your lips and teeth and tongue around the word that for years now had served to refer to him, he took a certain pleasure in that. Perhaps he sought out new ways to get you to say his name. Ways to pull your attention away from Stark or Rogers or anybody else who got to bask in your glow. He’d pull some sort of prank on you and then take off through the corridors, and you always shouted his name after him as you gave chase.
Because 1.) I’m a sucker for pet names, as we’ve previously established and 2.) I’m still freaking out over the latest trailer :D
warnings: trauma hinted at
-Zelink-
Zelda was the first to use a pet name, because it’s something she’s always seen cute couples do, and she wanted to do it as well
She had to work up the nerve to do it, and even then, it came out quick, quiet, and with a small stutter. She had tried to do it naturally as she handed Link something, simply saying “Yes, of course, here you go… dear”
Link’s brain went error, error and he was like I love you Zelda but it’s too early for you to be being this cute
Link froze for a fraction of a second, before carrying on normally, albeit with a small blush. Then, just as bashful as Zelda, he replied, “Thank you, dear”
In public, they rarely use pet names. Link is well… Link. He hardly says anything in front of others, let alone something so endearing. Zelda is bashful and feels that, as the Princess and Champion of Hyrule, a certain amount of professionalism is required
Zelda tends to call Link things like my knight in shining armor, dear,love, darling, and simply my Link
Link loves all of them, though all he may do is nod and blush
When Link is upset, Zelda calls him sweetheart and he absolutely melts
Using pet names really isn’t Link’s suite. He prefers to show affection by spending time together, taking care of her, doing/making things for her, and little bits of physical affection
But, he does his best because he’s realized that part of the reason Zelda likes pet names is simply because of how… normal they are. Something to make them forget they’re Triforce holders
Link tends to call her dear, my little bird (courtesy of Urbosa), love, and my Zelda
When he calls her my beautyorflower, she always blushes and quiet mischief dances through his eyes and smirk
He actually tends to avoid calling her princess once they’re courting, because Zelda really doesn’t need more reminders of her position and duties :’)
My wife isn’t thrilled about sharing her titles with Maddy, but she allows it.
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