#my baby angel lover boy cutie pie

[minkieater]

this is my favorite video of him )))): he is just a baby!!!! i love him so much!!!!!

devastating

[klaus-littlestwolf]

OmegaVerse Nicknames for Designations

Alpha’s

•Sweetheart

•Prince Charming

•Bae

•Muffin

•Cutie Pie

•Baby Cakes

•Cinnamon Roll

•Sexy

•Daddy

•Casanova

•Hottie

•Hot Stuff

•Hercules

•Heart Stopper

•Pup

•Tiger

•Sugar

•Mi Amore

•Viking

•Pooh Bear

Beta’s

•Baby Boy

•Babe

•Amore

•Romeo

•My Love

•Treasure

•Beloved

•Lover Boy

•Love Bug

•Sweetie

•Sweet Cheeks

•Honey Bun

•Doll

•Dumpling

•Sweet Thang

•Cupcake

•Stud Muffin

•Fire Cracker

Omega’s

•Princess

•Precious

•Little One

•Butter Cup

•Angel

•Baby Doll

•Mi Corazon

•Darling

•Gorgeous

•Bunny

•Kitten/Kitty

•Sweetness

•Angel Eyes

•Sweet Pea

•Sugar

•Rose Bud

•Sun Shine

•Button

•Peach

•Pumpkin

•Dove

•Bambi

•Little Lamb

•Pet

•Honey Bee

[sombrashe]

Terms of Endearment

Amanda Young: nightlight, angel, light, pillow, sunset/sunrise, kitten/cat

Logan Nelson: puppet, button, sweet pea, chubby/skinny/chub

David Tapp: kid/kiddo, pudding, bunny/rabbit/bunny rabbit, buddy

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight: pothead, man, dude, broski, pearl, babe/baby, sweets, my favorite hole (he always gets a slap upside the head)

Eleanor Bonneville: plum/sugar plum, heart stopper/heart breaker, red/blue/pink/etc (whatever your hair color is)

Jill Tuck: orange/orange juice, lemon, mushroom/shroom, cutie/cutie pie

Lynn Denlon: pool noodle, seesaw, gummy bear, bubbles, mouse/pine (shorter vs taller partner)

Anna: sweet pea, sweetheart, lover, lovely, star/gold star, nose

Mitch: pretty/pretty boy/pretty girl, gorgeous, only one, mine, sweet thing

Simone: buttercup, lily, rose, blossom, badass, sweetie/sweet heart

[fict0philia]

𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝓹𝓮𝓽 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓼

eren jaeger

likes to call you: babe, baby, sweetheart

likes to be called: babe, handsome, honey

armin arlert

likes to call you: love, dear, darling, honey, sweetie

likes to be called: sweetheart, cuddlebear, anything overly sweet

jean kirstein

likes to call you: honey/hon, babe, sweetness, angel, sweet cheeks

likes to be called: lover, lover boy, handsome, hot stuff

connie springer

likes to call you: pumpkin, peaches, any over the top sickly nickname you can think of

likes to be called: babe, baby, cutie, my (anything)

mikasa ackerman

likes to call you: love, lovely, angel, light of my life, treasure, your name

likes to be called: honey, sweetheart, beautiful

sasha braus

likes to call you: pumpkin, cutie, cutie pie, baby, honey buns

likes to be called: shortened version of her name, anything she calls you 

erwin smith

likes to call you: dove, love, dear, sweetheart, sunshine, beloved

likes to be called: handsome, darling, honey, his name

levi ackerman

likes to call you: pest, nuisance, my idiot, love (in private), my one and only (in private)

likes to be called: dear, honey (in private), his name

hange zoe

likes to call you: pookie, sweetcheeks, sugarplum, angel, lover

likes to be called: lover, anything that makes the people around you cringe

mike zacharias

likes to call you: my rose, dear, love, sweetie

likes to be called: sweetheart, honey, handsome

reiner braun

likes to call you: angel, light of my life, sunshine, sweetheart, beloved, my one and only

likes to be called: handsome, big guy, my love, sweetie

bertolt hoover

likes to call you: love, darling, sweetheart, honey

likes to be called: anything he calls you, berty (in private)

annie leonhart

likes to call you: sunshine, babe, lovely (all in private)

likes to be called: angel, sweetheart, darling, baby, lovely (in private)

[minkieater]

i thought of u when i posted this bc of joongie specifically. he missed u btw

that is literally how i feel when im writing. its FUCK mingi but no its not bc i love him‼️‼️‼️ jeongin’s a sweetie softie boy he doesn’t know what to do now that his gf has no time for him😔 so many feelings for my honey angel baby lover boy cutie pie to process

crying at nice for what giving u trust issues 😭😭😭 good tbh question Everything…. it only gets worse from here tbh

one dream, one city, two boys, endless possibilities ✮

THREE ➺ the label masterlist | next as a junior at NYU, you just landed your dream internship. you didn't think a shot at your career would come with secrets, mistakes, and drama... at what age do you really start to grow up?

jeongki lovers rise !! i love them so much <3 i'm sorry

angst, fluff, suggestive stuff? 18+! wc. 8.8k

FRESHMAN YEAR 

“keep close to me, okay?” riley’s eyes were wide in focus as she tore through the crowd, christmas in new york city was no joke. the tree at rockefeller center was massive, you could see it from practically a mile away. you stared in awe even from so far away, you’d never seen anything like this in your life, so many people crowded in one area to see one singular thing, one event. it was incredible, the gathering yet there was still no hospitality – this situation alone was enough to crack open the girl that still lived in missouri inside you. 

you held onto the bottom of her puffy coat, the dark color of it contrasting to the paleness of her chin that just touched the tall collar. being born in manhattan, riley was no stranger to new york, she knew every single secret the city tried its best to keep hidden. she’d been your personal guide since august, the day you walked into your dorm room she made it her mission to show you everything – even the things she hated, like the tree lighting ceremony, one of the busiest events in new york city that happened every year. 

“lix said they’re by the rink, i don’t know how the hell we’re going to find them,” riley huffed, frustration clear in her voice. she was overstimulated and you could see it all over her face, it made you sick to your stomach, a little guilty, even. she was doing this for you and the four boys she’d met over the summer, not herself, she hadn’t been at the ceremony since she was seven. 

“take a deep breath, we’ll find them,” you said, leaning close to her as the two of you slid between a family of four just standing there. 

she kept moving without saying another word, walking mindlessly through the area before the rink finally came into view. you audibly gasped, it was beautiful, something you’d only seen in movies, not something you thought you’d get the chance to ever see. the six of you rarely stepped foot into manhattan, riley and chan both hated the business, the congestion, whereas you and the other three were still so excited about the fact that you really lived here in the first place. you’d take any experience, do it until you couldn’t anymore, the thrill of the city was very much alive in the four of you. 

your cheeks warmed despite the freezing air of late november in the city, just the thought of jeongin made butterflies swarm in your stomach. according to riley the two of you were a couple of middle school kids with massive crushes on each other – at least that’s what you acted like. small gestures of kindness like saving each other a seat, doing small favors like grabbing a water bottle from the boys’ kitchen when the other said they were thirsty. stolen glances across the room, catching the other staring, naturally coming closer to one another in a group setting were all things she picked up on.

what riley didn’t know about were the stolen kisses on the secluded rooftop, the constant texting, how every time he saw you he’d make sure to whisper how beautiful you looked right in your ear. you weren't keeping it from her per se, but it felt so intimate kept between the two of you, special for just you and him. you had just gotten close with the boys, just gotten close with riley, you’d only been friends with them for three months, you didn’t want to overstep. riley had gotten so close to the boys at the start of the summer and then so kindly invited you in, you didn’t want to ruin anything in their friend group by starting something with one of them. when it became something to tell, something you were sure wouldn't ruin anything, then you’d tell her. you’d tell all of them.

when a tall head of red hair came into view you knew you’d spotted hyunjin, and where there’s hyunjin, there’s the seven that follow. hyunjin is a sophomore, an art major, someone you’d also taken a huge liking to in the three months you’d been friends with them. other than him being gorgeous, he was sweet, funny, and had a thing for flirting with you. it made you blush and stutter every single time you spoke to him, even if you knew there was nothing really there. you could see whatever was going on with him and changbin even if he never specifically said it, they aren’t exactly inconspicuous with flirting and the very much visible touching. when you first noticed what they didn’t try to keep hidden, every time hyunjin would make a comment your eyes would immediately flicker to changbin – when he didn’t react, didn’t so much as look up to what you know he heard, it put your heart at ease, but also confused you a lot more. you aren’t one to ask questions you have no business knowing the answer to. 

riley immediately fled to felix, burying her head in his chest, laying her cheek on the fuzziness of his coat. “i never want to do this again, please can we never do this again?” her voice was muffled due to felix’s coat but you heard it loud and clear, as did the other boys who all stood close together. 

your eyes immediately scanned the group, searching for the boy, your boy, the only one who mattered. you found him next to han, another one of your favorites. getting his degree in songwriting, the two of you had a lot in common, much more to talk about compared to you and seungmin, the set design major who stood next to chan, the two deep in conversation. 

felix chuckled, patting her head, “no, we don’t have to do this again. i just wanted to see it, i’ve only seen it in movies!”

“me too, it’s gonna be so pretty all lit up,” you replied, beaming towards the taller boy. his hair blonde, long and past his shoulders, the dark beanie he had on only aided in making it look blonder. at first, you thought riley had a thing for felix and felix for riley from how they interacted with each other, you truly thought they were too close and too comfortable to not of explored each other in more ways than one, but you realized you were thoroughly mistaken when you watched riley interact with chan for the first time.

it was adorable, the way her ears would get red, how she’d talk so fast it was shocking chan could hear a word that came out of her mouth. but he heard every single one, made sure to reply to every statement she made and answer every question, always made sure riley was taken care of in every way. even if she was native to the city and chan was the newcomer you could never tell when you were in public, chan always took on the sort of dad role, making sure everyone was present and safe – especially riley. he was attentive to her, he could read her like a book, he knew when she was uncomfortable or overstimulated, he knew when she was happiest because he was the only one who could make her smile like that, even if he didn’t necessarily know that part. but the two of them stayed complacent, in a daydream, where neither of them knew how they felt about each other but both were so clearly falling. 

you only talked about it with riley alone, and she always responded, “you’re being delusional.” you knew what you saw, and the conversations you had with her only made you pay attention to the two of them more. 

as if he could feel her discomfort from across the crowd, chan cut through the group of boys and put his hand on felix’s shoulder with concerned, furrowed eyebrows asking, “ri, you okay?” 

she broke away from felix’s hold and smiled wide, hugging herself and nodding furiously towards chan, “i’m okay, just a lot of people, makes me anxious.”

he slung his arm around her shoulder, “me too, but at least we’re going back home after this, i’ll make hot chocolate.”

you smiled, even if the two of them were absolute morons and it made you sick. they’d get together eventually, and you’d be first to say ‘i told you so’. arms wrapped around your shoulders with a chin digging into the side of your head, you knew that could only be one person, one very warm and tall person. 

“hi jinnie,” you sang and your ears heated underneath your beanie, warmth spreading through you from his touch. 

“hi keeks,” he responded in the same tone, leaning down to squish his cheek with yours. somehow it was warming, two cold faces pressed together, you welcomed the contact. “you excited?”

“very, i’ve never seen it before,” you succumbed to his hold, leaning your body into his, “have you seen it?”

“saw it last year, this is my second time,” hyunjin met felix and seungmin through their theater and visual arts class that somehow overlapped, hyunjin said it seemed interesting and the other two simply chose it because they had the option to take a class together. the three of them became close friends quickly, especially after hyunjin invited changbin to the group, changbin fitting in scarily well with everyone only made the group feel more complete.

outgoing, loud and fucking hilarious, changbin got along with everyone. he wasn’t in school, that you knew from his busy work schedule, he’d known hyunjin through their job and they chose to get a place shortly after meeting, both in sticky situations that needed a quick resolution. changbin and han got close pretty quickly after changbin’s initiation to the group, which at first caused a rift between han and minho, that you found out through jeongin – that little gossip. han and minho had begun dating far before the four boys came to the city, minho had met han when he came here, a year before the four had followed him here, they started dating after a rocky first six months. jeongin also spilled that one during a long talk on the roof. 

changbin and han got along so well through music, changbin being a DJ and han being so passionate about music in general. they had a lot to talk about and all the time, which only made minho saunter up behind the two and wrap an arm around han’s waist – you’d watched it a few times in action. 

when you entered the group, all of these roles had already been formed and in practice, you slithered right in and made room for yourself amongst the nine. riley introduced you after your first meeting, she had no choice when felix and chan entered your dorm room like they’d lived there themselves. they encouraged you to go to their place, how they got around living on campus their freshman year was still unbeknownst to you. you assumed it had something to do with seungmin’s dad, a super rich CEO of a company that was well known by just about everyone, rich guys always seem to get their way. you went over of course, as a freshman that had just moved halfway across the country to a new state with no friends, and the group welcomed you with open arms. 

“keeks! you’re here!” han yelled from behind you, you first noticed the wide grin stamped to his face as you turned around with hyunjin who was still glued to you. with his chubby cheeks and perfectly imperfect teeth, you thought han jisung was the most adorable human being you’ve ever seen in your life. if he didn’t have minho, you’d be sure to have a crush on him. 

“hanji, don’t take her away from me,” hyunjin pouted from above you, making you roll your eyes.

“i’m here and i’m excited!” you smiled back as han approached you, opening his arms to hug you. you broke away from hyunjin’s grasp even if he was not willing to let you go and enveloped han in a quick hug. 

“i hope we make hot chocolate later, i’m fucking freezing,” he said, letting out a brrr as his body shook with chill, hugging himself. you giggled, digging your glove-covered hands into your pockets.

“i heard chan mention something like that to ri,” you nodded with a sniff, body consumed with chill again. you could feel it on your nose that was definitely a bright red, the cause of the drip that threatened to leak. 

you cocked your head, looking past han to jeongin who was already looking at you, a small smile on his face. his nose was also bright red, stark against his sweet, honey skin. a fluffy hat sat on his head, suffocating his curls, and a big puffer coat wrapped around his upper half. he looked so cozy, so adorable, your body filled with warmth. who needed a coat when yang jeongin existed?

you stepped around han, walking towards jeongin who also stepped towards you, the smile on his face growing. “hi pretty girl,” his smile was wide by the time you were in earshot, dimples coming into view. heat sprouted on your cheeks, and it was not from the temperature outside.

“hi ayen,” a nickname that was used between the group, one you found out jeongin created for himself in high school. the boys couldn’t tell the story without doubling over in laughter, jeongin thought he was so cool in high school by nicknaming himself, he went by only ayen for a solid year. he didn’t answer to anyone who wasn’t his teachers if they didn’t call him ayen until he realized the nickname was never really going to stick, now it’s a joke amongst the group, teasing him with the nickname, one you loved to join in on. 

he rolled his eyes, his perfectly straight teeth still laid out in a smile, he hated that name rolling off of anyone’s lips now, except yours. “kinda romantic, dontcha think?”

your eyes widened as you looked around you for listening ears, “what do you mean?”

“me and you, tree lighting ceremony, romantic,” he used his hands as he spoke, walking you through the explanation. a rush of something fled through you, making your palms sweat in your gloves. you pulled them from your pockets, trying to get some air flow when the gloves were specifically designed to keep the heat in. 

you giggled nervously, “very romantic indeed.”

you stayed there, the two of you, staring up at the unlit tree. it was an unspoken rule between you, not to say or do anything too incriminating in front of the group. you didn’t want their pestering questions more than you already got them, you didn’t talk a lot about being something official other than once or twice, even though you were always talking. you told jeongin your piece and he understood, but he also has told you exactly how he feels about you more than once and let you know the two of you dating wouldn’t be negative to the group in any way. you were comfortable whether or not he was officially yours, you both knew exactly where the other stood, you didn’t have to worry about the little things with him.

you felt his hand brush against yours, a small gesture but you knew exactly what it meant. you kept your focus on the tree even if there was a fire burning inside you, an excitement, a need to grab his hand and hold onto it tight. it is romantic, staring up at the huge tree next to each other, you want nothing more than for him to kiss you under it when it lit up. christmas has always been a romantic time of year to you, everything about it – mistletoe, christmas movies, matching holiday themed pajamas. making cookies, drinking hot chocolate, you wanted the whole nine yards as corny as it was. you wanted it with him. 

“two minutes until they turn the lights on!” chan announces to the group, hands cupped around his mouth to make his voice louder amongst the volume of rockefeller center. music, thousands of people, an entire stage of people before the tree gets lit, it was all so loud. riley was stood right next to him, so close they were basically touching – it made your heart warm, how you wished chan would kiss riley under the tree, too. 

fingers slid right between yours without you even noticing, a warm, gloved palm pressed to your own. your head whipped to jeongin beside you, eyes wide, glancing down to your hands linked.

“jeongin, what are you–”

“i don’t care anymore, ki,” he shook his head, “let them see.”

a smile spread across your face, one so wide you couldn’t believe you hadn’t done this earlier. his hand with yours, standing so close to you, how had you lived your whole life without him beside you? it all felt so perfect, so right, your body was getting so hot you began to feel like you needed to take your coat off. 

you wrapped your fingers around his hand and squeezed as you repeated, “let them see.”

the countdown began, the ten seconds before the tree was lit, rockefeller center a screaming horde of people. everyone was entranced, focused on the tree in front of them while you and jeongin were in your own world, staring at each other. 

“then be mine for real,” he said plainly, shrugging his shoulders. his face was serious, eyebrows straight and only the smallest lift of his lips, but his eyes were telling. they were dark, they were begging, they were real – he wanted this, you, the two of you together, being able to be like this in public all the time. 

“actually?” was all you could muster, your breath catching in your throat, your eyebrows lifted in questioning and surprise. 

his smile was back, so wide his dimples paid you a visit, too, “yes, ki, be my girlfriend. please?”

you giggled, completely missing the lights of the tree turn on, absolutely ignoring the cheers of your friends around you. you didn’t answer, instead immediately unlinking your hands to wrap your arms around his neck, connecting your lips to his.

the world shifted. his lips were cold and dry but still warm and his, no, they were yours. his lips, his dimples, his curly hair, his tight, angled fox eyes, his smile, his laugh, his everything was yours. you smiled into the kiss at the thought, the shouts and clapping from around you getting impossibly louder, your friends definitely noticed by now, they cheered you on, all thinking the same thing: fucking finally.

you broke away first, resting your forehead against his, lips lifting into the silliest smile you’ve ever worn.

“i’m hoping that was yes,” a nervous laugh slipped from his lips, “i don’t think we’ll ever hear the end of it if it’s not.”

you laughed in response, nodding your head that was still glued to his, “that was definitely a yes, jeongin.”

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

PRESENT

november came fast. 

you thought you were stressed out before, had too much on your plate between your assignments and personal projects but nothing prepared you for what was to come. you knew you’d be busier, time for yourself would become more scarce, you didn’t think you’d have so little time that even school would be put on the back burner. the label knew you were an NYU student when they accepted you, and they told you when you started to let them know if the workload was too much… there was no way in hell you were doing that. 

as you ran from office to office, dropping off schedules and documents and coffees you had one of those moments where you just needed to breathe. you needed the stars, and new york city didn’t have any to provide you with. except for the ones currently working on their new album in studio 4.

you glanced down at your own schedule, seeing that you had ten minutes until you usually headed over to jag’s studio when he was between sessions — you made a run for it. not literally, it was more of a quickly paced walk as your legs carried you down the hallways of republic records, everyone who passed you by didn’t give you as little as a glance. they were used to you, all of the interns, speeding down hallways and acting as if the littlest thing was the end of the world, such as delivering their coffees. you assumed they forgot what it was like to be an intern, wanting to do even the smallest of things perfectly, wanting to impress every person you did a favor for. 

you almost passed studio 4 from your race down the warmly lit hallway, but you stopped yourself, sneakers almost skidding on the floor as you stood in front of the mahogany door. you catch your breath for a moment before you rip it open, not sparing the idea a second thought. you stepped inside the studio space, much bigger than the ones you were used to at NYU, and faced the producers who were sitting at the mixing desk. you thought maybe you should’ve thought of a plan before you came here and opened the door so abruptly, their expectant stares putting your mind through a loop, trying to think up a reason to come here and interrupt them.

heat rose to your cheeks as you spoke, “uh.. jag sent me here to- um..” 

your eyes glanced around the room, five massive men lounging on the couches lining the walls of the space. you muttered a holy shit under your breath before you spoke again. 

“jag sent me to get a hard copy of a tape?” you lifted your eyebrows to the producers sitting around the table, forcing a confident lie through your teeth so believable that they all ended up looking at one another in question. you took the moment to let your eyes drift again, staring at one of riley’s favorite groups who were now looking up at you in the doorway from the corner of the room. 

shit, you didn’t even knock before you barged in here. fantastic first impression. 

“what hard copy?” max asked you, an older man with shining grays peeking through his dark gel-slicked hair, rough fingers rummaging through a stack of papers that were on the floor next to the desk. 

“uh…” you trailed off again, “to the vocal guide of clotho’s next album, i think they’re ready to start recording vocals. he said you have it.”

“i gave it to him yesterday?” max was irritated, you could see that much from the salt and pepper eyebrows that furrowed together, he probably assumed that jag misplaced it and then completely forgot max had given it to him in the first place. that would happen. 

you force a laugh, still actively trying to get on max’s good side while simultaneously wanting to get a good look at the men on the couches who are just here to do their job. “i’ll talk to him again, but i’ll be back if he can’t find it.”

max waved you off, “tell that fucking moron to stop smoking on his breaks and maybe he’d be less forgetful.”

“i’ll be sure to let him know verbatim!” you sent the senior producer a salute, a joke you hoped he’d think was at least slightly amusing, but as he stared at you with the most stoic expression you’d ever seen you assumed he didn’t.

you paid the five men one more glance before you left the room, stepping out into the hallway filled with hues of orange and yellow once more. you let out a breath as the door closed behind you, closing your eyes, taking in what just happened, what you just saw in the flesh. you squealed in excitement. 

then you were off again, feet taking you to the elevator that carried you another floor up, met with another amber hallway. you were basically skipping to jag’s studio, studio 6, a wide smile on your face. you pulled the door open, still smiling, and jag turned to you on his chair with wheels and sighed.

“what did i tell you about making shit up to go see celebrities?” jag wore an easy smile even though he caught you, “i told max i found the tape, he texted me.”

your smile disappears, replaced with lips that are pulled into a straight line, eyes low in disappointment. you were not expecting him to catch you that fast.

“i can’t help it! there are so many cool people here!” you whined, feet trudging you forward, into the chair that opposed the one jag was in. “i wanna meet them all.”

“and you will in due time,” he sighed, ”can you at least tell me if you’re gonna go on a lying spree? i almost asked max what the hell he was talking about before he told me my bright eyed and bushy tailed intern was in his studio.”

“i will definitely let you know beforehand next time.”

“can there not be a next time?”

“maybe if you start producing the music of people i like,” you shrug, pulling up clotho’s vocal guide for their next album on the monitor, “when are they coming anyways?”

“you need to get out of here and go back to the person you actually work for,” jag shook his head, turning the screen to sleep mode, dark hair slipping over his shoulders as he lurched forward. 

“i’m bored,” you complain, body sinking back into the chair, “all i do is listen to demos all day. when do you think they’re gonna let me scope out a show or something?”

“probably when you actually do the job you’re supposed to do,” jag ushered for you to get up with his hands, “go, ki.”

you muttered out fine before you stood up and slowly walked towards the door, head turned back to the long haired man the entire time with a pout, “are you sure you don’t need–”

“go or i’m telling joong,” with that you quickly left the room, feet moving before you could muster out a goodbye. 

your first day at republic records you were met with hongjoong who you caught in the lobby, thankfully he was also on his way in and intercepted you at the elevators. he stole you from your director who was supposed to give you a tour and did it himself instead, the sole conversation between the man and your director told you all you needed to know. hongjoong was respected here, held to a higher standard than most people his level even if he got promoted to a junior producer only a couple months ago. 

he showed you around the building, every floor, every common space, every studio. he introduced you to jag and you knew your personality would mesh with the long haired man’s right away, the banter between the two of you started from the first meeting. you observed how he acted with hongjoong, the two of them on more of a friendly level, especially after you found out hongjoong had graduated from being jag’s intern. 

hongjoong brought you to the office space where you’d be working, knowing your manager and shamelessly flirting with her right in front of your face. you raised an eyebrow at that afterwards and hongjoong shrugged, only saying she wants me and then the topic of conversation changed. after that tour, watching hongjoong speak to almost every employee in the building, you looked at him differently. he was respected, a well-mannered man, he knew everybody and everything from sheer work and experience. you felt yourself being held to a higher standard after that whether it was true or not, the notion of being introduced by the man, the myth and the legend himself, every employee’s first impression of you was that you were stood next to him. it lit a fire in your belly, made you want to be hongjoong, but first you had to enjoy where you were actually positioned. 

you visited jag often, he was the first person that you actually felt somewhat of a connection to at the company other than hongjoong, you were comfortable with him, more comfortable than you were with hongjoong. maybe too comfortable and a little too quick, but jag loved it, jag really just loved hongjoong. he loved everything that had to do with him, you could see that in how jag spoke about him. he viewed him as something like a younger brother, always speaking his name with care and respect, he knew exactly how you felt about hongjoong, too. how you looked up to him, respected him like every other person in the building, that you knew hongjoong outside of the company and that’s why you put hongjoong on such a pedestal. it was a respect the two of you shared, one that you bonded on, one that created a type of friendship between yourself and jag – even if the underlying dynamic of the friendship was an employee and her superior. the first time he’d threatened you with snitching to hongjoong let him know this was how he’d get you to do anything, it drove you crazy, but you wanted hongjoong to respect you, too – he couldn’t think you were slacking off, even if you were far from it. 

your feet dragged you to your office space, meeting yunjin, your manager with deep blue hair and the smallest square framed glasses you’d ever seen always propped up on her nose. you adored her with her perfect face and perfect build, always looking so polished yet you knew there was a side to her that was rough around the edges. you’d see it when she yelled at your coworkers for simply not doing their job or missing deadlines, it scared you but it also threatened to wake a part of you that new york city hadn’t cracked open yet. you got along well, just like you did with most people you came in contact with at republic, but you could see yourself being friends with yunjin even outside of the label.

“ki! you’re back,” she smiled, arms crossed over the short wall of your cubicle, “did you listen to that demo yet? the three guys from LA?”

you sat in the cushioned computer chair and logged into the system, pulling up the demo you’d listened to this morning, ”i did and it fucked, it’s a yes from me.”

“did you fill out the form?” she peered over the cubicle wall and at your screen, so you pulled up the scan of the form you’d filled out earlier, sitting back in your chair and lifting an eyebrow with pride. even if you were bored out of your mind listening to demos all day that didn’t mean you weren’t getting your work done, despite what jag might think.

“you’re the best, email that form to me please,” she winked at you and then she was off, the tight bun on her head disappearing from view. your entire body shivered at the wink, letting out a breath when she was out of eyesight, bringing your attention back to your screen. 

you didn’t have any more demos for the day to get through so you started tomorrows, already dreading the hours of listening to come, almost wishing yunjin sent you on another task of delivering coffees to your superiors in the conference room so you could actually move your legs. 

you missed your studio at the steinhardt building, with its old technology and couches ten times more comfortable than the ones here. you missed the rooftop, your friends, washington square park, you missed walking through the greenery with jeongin, you missed your boyfriend. you’d give anything for his copper curls to be in the cubicle with you, sitting on the floor, keeping you company while you listened to the demos, laughing with you at the shitty ones. your eyes closed and your mind drifted as you listened to a ballad, remembering how you were supposed to go to jeongin’s place tonight, you’d promised him yesterday that you wouldn’t stay late today. 

there was no reason for you to stay, you’d finished all of your work for the day and some for tomorrow, but you couldn’t find a good enough reason to leave. jeongin should be reason enough, knowing you’d finally see him after not seeing him for three days. you missed him painfully, you wanted him here with you… you couldn't get your feet to move.

“finally caught you,” you shrieked at the interruption that somehow made it through your headphones, making at least four heads turn to you from the cubicles that surrounded you. you knew that voice, that deep rasp, the cocky smirk that you knew accompanied it. 

“is it your only purpose in life to terrorize me?” your hand went over your heart, willing it to calm down, to slow the rate that it was pounding against your chest. 

“i wouldn’t say that,” he shrugged, walking into your cubicle, looking at your plants and decorations that littered the entirely too square space. “this makes me happy that i started in artist relations, i wouldn’t be able to handle a cubicle.”

you sigh, giving in, letting the back of your head hit the chair, “tell me about it.”

he sat down on the floor, back against the wall of your cubicle, knees bent up to his chest as he spoke, “so? how do you like it here?” he wore a silly smile, one of genuine enjoyment to be in your space. 

“there are not enough words in the dictionary for me to explain to you how much i fucking love it here,” a smile spread across your lips before you whispered, “i want to get into production already.”

he laughed at that, his head leaning back to your tapestry covered wall, “that was me too, when i first started i was basically some newly signed band’s personal assistant, it was rough. had me debating whether or not i really wanted to do this.”

“i get the frustration, but that sounds really stupid coming from you when you traveled from another country to do this shit,” you giggled and the feeling came back from the second time he sat with you in the studio at NYU. another experience you shared, something else to add to the list of things you had in common. it was too easy to talk to him, so easy to go back and forth in conversation, like a never ending pool of topics to choose from.

“and you traveled from another state,” he pointed out, “we came from different places but we did the same thing, don’t forget that.”

“what are you even doing here, mingi?” you asked the one question you should’ve asked in the first place and not let the conversation get a word farther, ignoring how his words felt, the warmth that spread across your chest from how easy it is to get sucked into his presence.

“joong told me you started, i came to find you,” he shrugged, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. the small act had no business being as attractive as it is, you turned your head to look at the monitor of your computer. 

“you came to terrorize me,” you said under your breath, keeping your focus on the monitor. you heard him shuffle and felt the loom of his build behind you, standing tall over your chair. you wished you were smaller, wish you could sink into the chair as the smell of his cologne made its way into your nose. the same cologne from that night, the one you had wrapped around you on the hoodie you wore. 

“what demos do they have you listening to?” he asked, leaning forward, torso coming over your shoulder. his question sparked an enthusiasm and momentarily picked all uneasiness from your body, your eyes widened as if a light bulb turned on over your head.

“actually some dudes sent in a really good one, here,” you handed him your headphones excitedly, right hand clicking away at your mouse to pull up the song those three guys from LA had sent in. you pressed play and mingi’s head immediately started nodding, matching the beat of the song you could hear in your head despite the song not playing out loud. you’d listened to the demo on repeat earlier as you scrolled on your phone, mumbling along to the words, genuinely enjoying the song — it wasn’t very common that a genuine banger laid in the pile of demos, but this one gave you a feeling. 

as the song ended mingi pulled the headphones off his ears, “email that to hongjoong.”

“huh?” you questioned, not wondering if you heard that correctly but curious as to why that’d be his first reaction. 

“email it to joong,” he repeated, turning so he sat on your desk while looking down at you expectantly, your bodies way too close for comfort, causing your heartbeat to pick up. 

“am i allowed to do that?” your voice was hushed, unsure, eyes darting back and forth between the cubicles on either side of you. 

mingi laughed, “you’re adorable, yeah you can do that, you guys are friends and he’s a producer. i think he’d like it.”

“don’t call me adorable,” your cheeks warmed as you rolled your eyes, “that’s disrespectful.” 

“disrespectful?” he said through a chuckle, his eyebrows lifting to his hairline in disbelief, “we already kissed, keeks. calling you adorable is the least disrespectful thing i’ve done so far.”

you gasped, looking around your cubicle again, “oh my god, shut up, don’t say things like that here, what is wrong with you?”

he laughed again, his head tipping back, showing off the adam’s apple that protrudes from his throat. his skin was so clear, so soft, it made a part of you wish you could sit on his lap again, lick up the column of his neck, feel the bumps of his throat under your tongue. you shifted in your seat, wanting so badly to not have these thoughts, you pushed them to the back of your head. 

“no promises, how are you doing with school?” he changed the subject, eyes now slimming down to stare down at you, testing you. like he knew you weren’t giving school as much attention as you should.

“fine,” you answered too fast, too obvious. he saw straight through you, his jaw flexing. 

“ki,” he warned, shaking his head, “you’re just like hongjoong.” he sighed, running his hands through his hair as his eyes eyebrows straightened in command, “school is too important, the label will still be here when you graduate.”

you forced words out under his intimidating stare, voice small, “it’s hard to balance.”

“i know, but school comes first. you’re only a junior, what if you can’t make it to senior year? then you have no degree and no internship and it’s all for nothing,” he placed a single tap to your head as he stood up. “i’m working with jag now, or under jag, i guess. i don’t know if he told you already but i’ll be with him if you ever need me.”

“i won’t, but thanks, i guess,” you watched him as he left your cubicle, running your hands over your face as soon as he was out of view. you huffed out a sigh, rubbing your eyes, then leaned back in your chair. 

you’d seen him a handful of times in the past two months, only in passing on the rooftop of jeongin’s apartment, you hadn’t said a word to him other than hello each time he’d share your space. neither of you spoke of the kiss since it happened, you pretended as if you barely knew him, as if the kiss never happened in the first place. it was better this way, you were in a better place with jeongin, mingi had barely been a thought in your brain since the kiss. 

but when he did slip through the cracks, the thought of his skin under your touch, how his lips enveloped yours, the small huffs of breath left his lips between kisses… you thought about it for longer than you should’ve. the experience usually crept up on your mind when you were alone in bed when it was pitch black outside, when you were truly alone with your thoughts, then mingi seemed to invade them. it was wrong, so taboo, yet your body’s instincts couldn’t fight how it caused heat to consume you, blood pumping under your skin. you found yourself reminiscing with a hand between your thighs every single time. 

you hadn’t spotted mingi at republic records until now, the fear of when he’d show himself kept at the back of your head for the entire month of working here. it scared you knowing he’s invaded yet another part of your life, from the rooftop to your sacred studio to your job. other than your studio, he made himself scarce at each shared environment yet your mind knew he was there, watching with a shared secret that could destroy your entire relationship, your friendships. it terrified you yet there was an inkling of excitement that lingered, a drop of amusement that you absolutely hated yourself for. 

you groaned, low and under your breath, so no one else would hear it. you sat up straight and sent the email to hongjoong as quick as you could then shut your computer down. you turned in your chair, wheels creaking against the floor, and grabbed your backpack from the floor. you slipped your headphones inside and slung the pack over your shoulders, grimacing when you realized you’d created a routine: any interaction with mingi is followed by a night spent with jeongin. 

your feet dragged as they brought you to the subway station, your ears tuning everything out for the entire ride to soho. as you walked into jeongin’s apartment, everything was eerily quiet. it was always quiet, the three other men that lived here weren’t loud in any sense, but something just felt off. you locked the door behind you and put your backpack on the kitchen table, then made your way to jeongin’s room. 

you opened the door slowly, peeking your head inside to see jeongin lying on the bed with his eyes glued to his phone. when he didn’t look up to you you knew your feeling was right. 

“hey, baby,” something unfamiliar creeped up your spine as you greeted him with a tight lipped smile, walking over to sit next to him on the mattress, too scared to jump on him like you’d normally do.

“hi,” he mumbled under his breath, not taking his eyes off of his phone screen. you cringed, he’s definitely mad – you didn’t even check the time before leaving the label.

“listen, i know you’re upset with me–”

“oh really?” he finally looked up to you, his eyes low, analyzing. he was pissed. “why am i mad at you, ki?” his voice was patronizing, his question leaving you to take a deep breath before you continued. heaviness sat in your chest, a fear that screamed he knows.

“i’m late again,” you chose the easiest answer, your voice barely audible. you’ve had a few arguments like this plenty of times, from when you were just focused on your classes and your personal projects, but not since you’d started your internship, never once has it happened like this.

“yes, ki, you’re late,” he hissed, eyes taking in every single one of your movements, every breath you took. “do you know how many times you’ve been late in the past year?”

“jeongin–”

“our anniversary is next week, ki, two whole years. what are you gonna do? be late to that? miss friendsgiving? miss the whole tree lighting?” his voice gradually got louder and you tried not to wince. jeongin never got angry, never raised his voice, jeongin was regularly a pretty chill guy. when he was upset enough, pissed enough, was the only time he really reacted.

“no, jeongin, i already told them i wasn’t coming in,” you shook your head, trying to keep your voice as calm as you could but it came out unsteady anyways, “that’s special, i wouldn’t miss that.”

“right, that’s what you’ve been saying,” he chuckles but nothing is funny, you know that laugh, it only comes out when he’s pushed past his breaking point. it’s never been directed at you. “i’m not special anymore then?”

“what are you talking abo–”

“i haven’t seen you in three days and you show up hours past whatever you told me this time, i stopped paying attention because i know you’re gonna show up whenever the hell you want anyway,” his voice started raising again, “does seeing me even matter to you anymore?”

“jeongin, of course it matters, are you kidding me? i’m swamped at the label–”

“you’re always swamped with something, ki, it’s bullshit. school, the studio, now the label. do you really think this will work when i don’t see you?”

you gasped, a genuine reaction, one that brought tears to your eyes immediately. you fought through them, an anger simmering despite your heart aching in your chest. in your two years of being together, jeongin had never once threatened your relationship or even murmured the words breaking up. for him to say it now, when you’re the busiest you’d been your entire relationship, made your chest twist with anger and hurt. how can he not see how hard you’re working?

“okay, right, so i’m the bad guy here,” a dry laugh escapes you, one that matches the laugh that just left jeongin, “what about all of those nights you stayed up until, what? four, five in the morning writing a screenplay? or on the game? or smoking with chan for hours, while i’m in your bed alone?” 

“that’s not the same, ki–”

“what’s not the same about it? because we’re still in the same place?” you seethed, eyes widening out of disbelief, “i come here after working, when i already had class earlier in the day before i went to the label, mind loaded with not only how many assignments i have to complete on time but also exhausted from running in fucking circles at the label!”

“i understand that you’re busy–”

“no you fucking don’t!” you’re loud now. you stand up off his bed, arms swinging as you speak, “if you understood i was busy you wouldn’t complain about how much time i have to make for you when i have no time for myself! lately i’ve been lucky if i wake up with time to shower, jeongin. shower!”

“please don’t yell,” is all he says, his own eyes widening, sitting up straighter in the bed. you buried your face in your hands, rubbing at your eyes. 

“youjustfuckingraisedyourvoiceatmejeongin,” you said it one breath, one strained, distraught breath. you let the tears fall, not being able to hold them in any more. “i’m tired of hearing you say the same shit when i still. see. you.”

“not enough,” he says it fast, almost under his breath, like he needed to say it before he convinced himself otherwise. 

“what was that?” your hands left your face, your eyebrows in your hairline. you saw red through the tears, jeongin has always been able to understand you throughout your entire relationship, and you him through every change. this was just another change, a rough patch of sorts, it’s understandable for the two of you to be on edge right now, but it’s not understandable for neither of you to be able to help the other get through it. fights were unusual for you, you never had anything to fight about other than what to eat for dinner, this side of jeongin you weren’t used to. you didn’t like it one bit. 

he sighed, “i’m tired of waiting around for you, feeling like i don’t matter.” he ran a hand through his hair, tears gathering in his own eyes, “i want to be your priority, i’m not saying i need to come before school and the label but i want to feel like we’re still together.”

“we talk every day,” your voice is flat, his argument was starting to become irritating more than anything else, “is this about sex?”

“i’d be lying if i said that wasn’t bothering me, too,” your eyes widened, a chill consuming you, you weren’t expecting him to agree. “it’s not just about sex though, obviously, i just miss my fucking girlfriend.”

“right, obviously,” a bitter chuckle left you, and you turned on your heel, ripping his bedroom door open. you basically stomped through the hallway to the kitchen, poor felix standing next to the island, wide eyed with his hand in a bag of chips.

“hey lixie,” you smiled at him weakly despite the tears still streaming down your face and grabbed your backpack off the table, swinging it over your shoulder. you heard footsteps following you, his voice not far behind. 

“you think leaving is going to fix this? that’s the exact opposite of fixing the issue at hand,” his voice is loud from the end of the hallway, calling through the space, clearly not seeing felix yet. you didn’t care, all of his roommates definitely just heard the entire argument anyways. 

“you think i want to stay here? after you just threatened to break up with me because i don’t fuck you enough?” you tighten your straps over your shoulders, holding onto them with dear life. jeongin saw felix then, looking between the two of you before he closed his eyes and sighed, his tears dried up by now. 

“that’s not what i said,” he said, his voice lowered, “do not twist my words.”

a hiccup left your mouth, “it’s not twisting your words if you just fucking admitted it, jeongin.”

“ki all i was trying to say is that i miss you and i want to work out a way for us to see each other more,” his voice was strained, tears threatening to fall again as he made his way closer to you.

“then how about you say that,” you took a step back from him as he took a step forward, and his eyes widened. felix made his way through the kitchen behind you, slipping into his bedroom without a word. 

“i’ve been saying it nicely for a fucking year!” his voice raised again, “i’m sorry for yelling, but i don’t know how many times i can say something without you doing anything about it.”

“you know who i am, jeongin. i came here to do one thing and i’m fucking doing it,” the tears started to lessen as the anger consumed you, overpowering the ache in your chest. “it sounds like you need to decide whether or not you want to have a girlfriend who cares about her career. you want a housewife? go find one, but it’s not gonna be me.”

“what are you even talking about?” he grabs at his roots, “i want you, not a housewife, i want my girlfriend. did you not listen to me when i said i want to marry you? put a ring on your finger?”

“my workload isn’t gonna stop, it won’t lessen, it’ll only get heavier. i’ll work through my summers before i get hired, become a producer with deadlines and work trips, i won’t come home and rip your pants off of you like a teenager so you can feel appreciated. grow up.”

his jaw drops, staring at you with glassy eyes, a singular tear falling down his cheek. he doesn’t say anything, for a moment you do nothing but stare at each other, breathing heavily, before you break the silence. 

“if you want to be by my side then do that, but i’m not going to shrink myself or my career to be with you. i understand that you think this won’t work and if you really believe that then i’ll respect it,” you sigh as the tears return to your waterline, already feeling the swell of your eyelids, “i love you, i see you as much as i can, as much as my schedule will let me, i’m doing my best to be patient and navigate this even if you don’t think so.”

he takes a step forward, testing the waters. you don’t step back, you stand your ground, firm in your words and your choice. he keeps moving forward before he wraps his arms around your neck, pulling you into a hug. 

“i think i need time to think about it.”

[eternal-armin]

arcane characters & pet name headcanons.

reader: neutral. characters included: jinx, vi, caitlyn, victor, sevika, ekko

jinx.

♔ i just know in my soul that she would call you snookums ♔ she has so many pet names for you it's hard to keep up ♔ toots, sweets, sweetheart, darling, babe, those obvious ones ♔ cutie-pie/cutie-patooty, snookums, pretty boy/girl/whatever you prefer, pup ♔ sometimes she'll just unashamedly call you a string of them. like saying "my lovey-dovey snookums honey bunny pretty pumpkin pie!" while squishing your cheeks

♔ you call her by far less pet names. let's just get that out of the way ♔ but she treasures every one. ♔ treasure, darling, sweetheart, love, monkey ♔ whenever you call her by a pet name she just turns to face you with this big proud grin like "yesssss, snookums?"

vi.

♔ cupcake is an obvious one. ♔ personally i believe that honey, babe, sweetheart, hot stuff, gorgeous/handsome/pretty, and sweetness would also be used by her ♔ she says em so nonchalantly now but you still get a bit flustered and that's fine, she'll just tease you with them more, you know how it is

♔ looks at you almost dreamily whenever you call her by a pet name ♔ darling, muffin, cutie/pie, pumpkin ♔ i can just picture her wrapping an arm around you and saying something like "damn right i am" and giving you a plethora of kisses on top of your head

caitlyn.

♔ definitely goes with the classics, and you're not complaining ♔ sweetheart, baby, and darling ♔ not really one for pet names, she loves your name and she loves saying it, but finds a good amount of meaning behind them sometimes

♔ you typically call her love, sweets, that's about it ♔ same with cait, you don't need to give her a nickname, you like her name enough as it is ♔ sometimes you just love calling her by extra nicknames. like cherry blossom, dragonfruit, toffee cookie ♔ basically anything you like. it is fun and kind of a running joke between the two of you to come up with the strangest/most unnecessary pet names

viktor.

♔ calls you by names like sunflower, sunshine, dear/dearest, darling, starlight ♔ the tender way he says them too, it just kills you every time ♔ was so nervous to call you by a pet name at first but the way you melted at it... he is now addicted ♔ he always kisses your cheek or forehead when calling you by a name ♔ sometimes says them in russian

♔ you were the first to use pet names in the relationship ♔ handsome, darling, sweetheart ♔ he just feels so happy when he hears them ♔ even after a long, stressful day, your voice and those names can make him feel better. recharge his batteries, yknow, if accompanied by hugs and whatnot

sevika.

♔ babe, hot stuff, stud, lover boy/lover girl/whatever you prefer ♔ will definitely use them as possessives, such as when someone's a little too close ♔ hot stuff and lover boy/etc are her favorites. ♔ while she loves your name in and of itself, she just can't help it. at this point you aren't as flustered each time as when the relationship was new, but it's still worth it

♔ could definitely see you calling her beau, dream boat, hercules, firecracker, bfg ♔ if you can think of any more nicknames for someone who is buff, then those as well. ♔ you don't say them a lot so they always kinda catch her off-guard. not that she shows it much ♔ but she always looks so cheeky afterward. lopsided smirk and all

ekko.

♔ calls you angel, beautiful/handsome/whatever you prefer, cookie, babe/baby ♔ honestly says them a lot, but only directly do you ♔ like he won't say 'have you seen my angel' he'll say 'have you seen [y/n]' ♔ just kinda sees them as more private things ♔ but that just makes you both appreciate them more

♔ you call him big guy, handsome, can definitely see you calling him papi, hotshot ♔ more playful stuff, and you're usually giggling through them ♔ like vi, he'd wrap an arm around you all proud-like. "that's me. what do you need, babe?" ♔ just had stars in his eyes when you first called him by a nickname

[sweetheart-sunghoon]

𝗲𝗻𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲

wc : : idk not that much tho

contains : : just floof

summary : : terms of endearment enhypen would use

## 𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴

not a heavy user of nicknames

his favourite is probably jagiya tho

plays around with darling in english sometimes

possibly angel too cause he likes the sound of it

maybe a bit of sweetheart (aein) every now and then

calls you princess/prince (gongjunim/wangjanim) when he gets into his dramatic aegyo moods

also kinda gives off "my wife" vibes

would simply pass away if you called him some sort of cute nickname like seungie or something

might have something similar for you as well

likes being called babe by you

## 𝗷𝗮𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸

definitely a babe kinda guy

also baby/babygirl/babyboy

dear lord, what i would do for him to call me babygirl

OH MY GOD SCREW THAT ACTUALLY WHAT IF HE SAID "THATS MY GIRL" DEAR GOD

sorry for the outburst, head full one thought kinda moment

but if you're like me and lose your mind at the prospect of "that's my girl/that's my boy" then jay will no doubt abuse his new found power of you

only in a teasing way tho don't worry 😌

he just loves seeing his baby get all flustered because of something he did or said

on the other hand...

will get hella flustered if you call him babyboy just fyi

not really a nickname but definitely tells you you're the love/light of his life

## 𝗷𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗺

as an aussie, the act of giving someone a nickname runs deeply through his veins

definitely calls you by a shortened version of your name if it's possible

uses clingy nicknames to annoy you

"y/n-poo" "bubba-wubba"

probably uses baby and babe when he's feeling extra suave

ooh ooh !

definitely the type to be like "hey pretty girl" (with your preferred pronouns of course)

now personally 😌 not saying i would sell a kidney 😌 to hear him say "love" 😌 but that's exactly 😌 what im saying 😌 i suspect many of you would agree 😌

not opposed to being called baby boy

has a love-hate relationship with jakey

## 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻

gets too embarrassed to use nicknames at the beginning of your relationship

but might start to use them as it progresses

nothing too crazy tho

mostly just jagi or a shortened version of your name

pls call him prince

any language will do, he'll blush regardless

same with my love (though it's more effective in korean)

his heart will melt every single time

## 𝗸𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗼𝗼

not super into it 🤔

he only uses like every singke nickname ever in the world in the universe 🤔

nan fr sunoo uses terms of endearment all the time for you

jagiya (babe), nae sarang (my love), aein (sweetheart), aegiya (baby), in english sweetheart, cutie pie, sunshine, baby

would definitely assign you an animal he can call you as

"my cute little hippo 😍" "there's my precious pray mantis 😍"

bad examples but you get the point

you MUST match his energy with nicknames

he WILL cry if you don't

very much the type to get upset or be shocked when you use his name rather than a nickname

anything will do

a simple sunnie or babe will do but the more dramatic the better

would really really love it if you called him "mine" or "my boy" or "my sunoo"

## 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗼𝗻

100% a jagi/jagiya man

that's it

simple as that

would happily and consistently use noona if you're older than him

likes any nickname or term of endearment you want to use for him as long as it's not too weird

likes to hear you call him sweetheart in both korean and english (and any other language you speak)

also darling

## 𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗮 𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗶

japan doesn't really have terms of endearment between lovers

so riki just prefers to just call you by your name (no matter the language the two of you communicate in)

the occasional y/n-chan

gave jagi a go but gets way too embarrassed of himself and never said it again and will scream if you ever bring the moment up

under the poor guidance of jay, jake and sunoo, he might experiment with babe/baby

it's a hit or miss tho tbh

LOVES it when you use nicknames on him tho

babe, baby, baby boy, my love

he likes it all

huge fan

won't admit that tho

[tommybaholland]

haikyuu boys + pet names they like to call their s/o

❥ the affectionate; sweetie, sweetie pie, lover, cutie pie, cute stuff, cuteness. while your name is basically ‘babe’ to them, these are their other go-to options. they are the most willing and comfortable to use pet names thereby making their list nearly endless and versatile: kuroo, atsumu, oikawa

❥ the wholesome; darling, lovely, my love, honey, angel, dear, my beloved. they can be pretty reserved in their affections but when they do use a pet name, it’s endearing and meaningful. they try not to overuse or wear them out but they’re never neglectful about it either. however, their blunt personalities have a tendency to make them use more unconventional names similar to the ambivalent group: daichi, kita, wakatoshi, akaashi

❥ the cute; sugar, peaches, buttercup, love bug, bumble, smoochy. the names they give you align with their cute and fun-loving demeanor. they may start out a little shy with using names but as soon as they find the one that they really like for you, it’s like listening to a broken record after that: yamaguchi, sugawara, yaku

❥ the playful; precious, hot stuff, beautiful, gorgeous, princess. their only goal in using these names is to make you melt. ‘baby’ is their favorite classic name but this is where they put the most effort into the relationship. each of them has their own way of loving and expressing affection but they really just want you to know that you’re their favorite person: nishinoya, suna, semi, bokuto

❥ the creative; nugget, chicken, bubs, fruit loop, dumpling, muffin. while they like classic pet names and will use them, these names are special to them. obviously, they’re a little more on the unique side but it fits them well. they think that food makes for good pet names and will try to find as many foods as possible. they like to add ‘my little’ or ‘cute’ in front for emphasis: tendo, osamu

❥ the ambivalent; cutie, grumpy butt, anything with butt following after. they’re not very used to showing affection or using names but they try their best. ‘cutie’ is their go-to but they also like to use ‘butt’ as a versatile name. one time they called you ‘hot butt’ and didn’t realize what they were saying until you teased them about it, leaving them with an obvious blush: kenma, kageyama, goshiki, iwaizumi 

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[sluttyminghao]

For the sleepover - idk if you have answered this before or not so in case you haven't...... What pet names would the members of svt give you and what would they want to be called in return - 🦋

i tried to make these as gender neutral as possible!

what they would call you // want they want to be called

seungcheol: baby, sweetheart, love // baby (love this), handsome man

jeonghan: my love, dummy (affectionate) // sexy, baby

joshua: apple of my eye, dumpling, baby // sweetie, darling, baby

junhui: hot lips, love of my life, darling // stud muffin, dream boat, lover boy

soonyoung: angel, doll, baby // baby, sweetie pie, mi amor

wonwoo: darling, pumpkin, sweet pea // my love, my everything, sweetie

jihoon: doesn’t use them often but! baby and my love // loves being called your one and only

seokmin: cutie patootie, queen/king, angel // baby, other half, bub/bubba

mingyu: precious, my everything, love // baby, hottie, sunshine

minghao: beautiful, my love, dearest // baby, beloved, one and only

seungkwan: snookums, doll, angel // stud, pumpkin, my dear

vernon: other half, babe, sweetheart // hunk, baby, prince charming

chan: one and only, angel, sugar // casanova, my love, lover boy

[obeymeluv]

You Steal the Boys’ Clothes

Something I’ve been thinking of for a while.

Lucifer

It was rare the eldest was without his cape, as everything seemed to be a formal event and he must be dressed to impress. Being dressed to impress, however, means being clean so he gets it cleaned from time to time

Lucifer is a very organized, practical man. Constantly towing the line of obsessive for the sake of orderliness.

He knows where his cape should be, and that it’s not there

With a demon’s-only screech that warns Mammon to stretch his calves and run, Lucifer hunts down the three most likely suspects to interrogate them (Mammon, Satan, and Belphegor).

He tries to get a two-for-one by dragging Mammon into the study where Satan sits smugly with a book (because he knows he didn’t do it but MAN is he enjoying this!)

Imagine surprising not one, but THREE demons when you come shuffling down the hall with a Lucifer’s cape wrapped around you like a blanket.

It whispers and it drags and it absolutely DROWNS you.

Very charming. Ethereal, almost like some sort of wedding wear

Lucifer would’ve never imagined you’d be the culprit, and now his poor brain is trying to save and process the idea of you looking so sleepy-happy in his clothes

And the ex-angel falls all over again.

He catches the little cheek nuzzle and way you bunch it around your body, a foot poking out not to get tangled

Satan and Mammon will probably die laughing instead of at his hands, but Lucifer could really care less

Lucifer idly wonders where you’d curled up that he totally missed you, and escorts you gently but red-faced to your room

Satan and Mammon tag along, and when they see Lucifer come out with his cape they can only deduce he put you to bed.

Mammon

With no homework to do and some money in the bank, Mammon was ready to spend the weekend tearing up the town with you!

He was fresh out of the shower and mostly dressed, searching feverishly for his beloved white and brown jacket

Mammon wasn’t the cleanest person by nature (hello, money hoarder and collector of interesting/valuable things) so he tidied up as he went

As he started to suspect one of his little brothers was holding the jacket for ransom, he sent out a group text asking about it

There were several typical smart-ass responses (Lucifer, Asmo, and Satan) and he was in the middle of a snark fight when you showed up at his door somewhere between bashful and chill

In HIS jacket

Mammon’s brain shuts down.

HIS baby in HIS jacket? HELL YEAH! OH GOD, IT’S TOO PERFECT!

FIEND, TAKING HIS HEART!

“It’s kind of a human thing,” you explain. “There is a one-jacket fee among couples. Usually it’s a hoodie.” you tease, reluctant to shrug it off, “But this seems to be your only jacket so I guess I could give it back.”

It’s very subtle, but he’s worn that jacket for centuries and no amount of detergent can disguise the scent that makes his heart skip a beat

Something about the smell of your skin and a hint of his has him purring

You hold the jacket out to him. Mammon wraps his fingers around it and swings it around until he’s holding it over one shoulder

The yellow takes over in his eyes a little more. Gets a little brighter and intense.

“You want to take anything else off?” he husks playfully

Your day out turns into staying in and Mammon is happy to trade his jacket for a shirt you can sleep in (like, forever. It’s fine. Whatever, dummy.)

Leviathan

It was actually really hard to steal Levi’s clothes because he lived in his hoodie and turtleneck. His RAD uniform was really just for show and that wasn’t what you were looking for, anyways. You didn’t want to chill in uniform.

He was very particular about his merch because certain shirts were collector’s items and he didn’t like people messing with his folding patterns

You went to Asmo with your dilemma and he found it absolutely ADORABLE. It was almost enough to make him jealous, really

Somehow (Asmo being Asmo?), the fifth- born was able to swipe one of the green button-ups Levi wore under his RAD uniform

His first thought was to alter the garment to make it fit you (matching outfits? YES!) but Levi would probably kill him. His big bro hated shopping for clothes unless he HAD to have them.

Asmo gets the bright idea to magically/temporarily alter the fabric to fit you. Maybe Levi will like it so much he’ll just give you a shirt! 💖 (Or get some fucking outside time and go buy more shirts!)

Levi catches his own scent somewhere outside of the door and his brain goes off. He hits the pause button at lightning speed.

No one else smells like him! They haven’t shared bath products in centuries! He already finished his laundry so what’s happening?!

His first thought is: Mammon broke into my room while I was in the bathroom and stole something to pawn!

Levi doesn’t even think to take inventory of his stuff, barging out of his room to hunt down his big brother

He’s yelling and whining before he even sees him. Then he sees you. In his shirt.

All the angry words die in his throat as the absolute mortification and adoration sets his face on fire

SO KAWAII! It basically makes up for your normie-ness.

Levi’s stuck standing there, blushing his head off and unable to say anything as his fists shake with joy and nervousness

He gets a nosebleed. One of his brothers are laughing at him.

You guide him back to his room to take care of him, Levi lets you and becomes very fascinated with the idea of you in his clothes .Lots of petting and figuring out you look DOUBLY MEGA CUTE when the magic wears off and you’re just in a pool of fabric.

He’s totally down for matching clothes and definitely lets you keep the one you’re wearing.

Satan

His wardrobe is very...interesting...to say the least

Colors and personal combinations aside, Satan actually has a very smart wardrobe. Lots of basics and easy layers.

You can’t steal his signature green sweater or the blazer he seems to live in, so you settle for an emerald knit sweater that has a bit of a v-neck/university feel to it

It takes Satan a while to notice, as he’s buried in a book. You two tend to gravitate towards each other and just enjoy a cozy, companionable silence

He’s just finished a book and is debating cracking open one from the stack to his left when the color catches his eye

The smooth, sly comment dies on his lips when he realizes he likes the damn thing because IT’S HIS

You look very cozy and warm. It’s a very ‘cuddle me’ kind of look.

Perhaps you could warm his lap? Or give his poor hands a rest under the hem?

Very cheeky and clever. Grabs you by the sleeve of it just to ‘answer his curiosity about whether it matched his nails’.

Does he have a cute university student kink? If he didn’t, he does now?

There’s a 50-50 chance of you guys having sex.

Will definitely want to hold you and cuddle you close, petting the fabric and whispering compliments into it.

If you don’t already have a business/academic attire, Satan will definitely suggest a few pieces because YES. This is a thing he loves and it DOES things to him.

Asmodeus

He’s the type to let you think you stole something

Probably stages what he wants you to steal just so you take it

Honestly, I could just see him dumping some of his clothes on you because you’re dating now and this is a cute thing he read about!

It’s super likely he’s into couple outfits or coordinating outfits, so he’s either spent time in his closet pre-planning or asked you to try on a million things just because

This cutie pie purposely orders THE BIGGEST thing he can find so you can both fit in it at the same time

Asmo loves you to pieces no matter what, but seeing you in his clothes makes him squeal and hit a note Mammon has threatened to murder him over

Ever dramatic, this is like, THE BEST THING EVER

A MILLION Devilgram posts about it (safe ones, of course)

Do you guys spark a couple’s trend and spade of lover’s stealing each other’s clothes to snap a victory pic? Maybe

Probably fake faints at the sheer glory of you in HIS bomb ass clothes. Definitely fans himself

Spoils you rotten with compliments

This man is weak. “Gorgeous! Smother me.” as he falls back on the bed and gestures to his face

He won’t turn down the idea of sexy times (depends on your libido, comfort, etc.) but sometimes he makes raunchy jokes just to be funny. Smothering could also mean using him like a body pillow (which he’s totally okay with).

You get max cuddles and WILL be the envy of Devilgram

Beelzebub

Beel felt a little guilty for leaving you at the House of Lamentation with his brothers

You guys were supposed to hang out after school but there was an emergency practice. The coach always got pre-game jitters and demanded a few last runs. He showered and ran back to the House, hoping you still had time for him.

He tiptoed quietly into his shared room, unsurprised to find you waiting there for him. You’d been caught in Belphie’s sleepy little aura by the looks of it,

Beelzebub couldn’t help the grin or little hum that made it past his lips. Your eyes were open but he didn’t know if you actually saw him. You looked super cute in his humongous bed though

You were getting sleepier and sleepier, your eyelids getting heavier and heavier. Beel pulled the sheets over you and gentle untangled the arm you managed to latch on to

Maybe waking up to a bit of food would make up for everything! Beel toiled away in the kitchen, making a cute little snack tray for the two of you.

In reality, it could probably feed at least twenty, and he ate at least half of what he prepped.

Beel returned to the room with what he considered a decent amount (scraps, kind of, but enough variety! He tried! It’s the thought that counts!) and was surprised to see his sheets all tangled and half-kicked from the bed

You were wearing his jacket now, passed out and turned into the furry lining that usually went across his shoulders and neck

DId you sleep walk? He was trying to understand how you’d gotten into his jacket

Beel realized it was the first time you’d been in his clothes and it was enough to make his heart melt

Super huge on you, obviously (extra fabric everywhere), but so cute! He could basically swaddle you in his jacket

“They’re a restless sleeper,” Belphie yawned. “I thought it would help them calm down.”

It used to work on Belphie, so Beel could see why he resorted to it

Beel offered his twin some food, sitting carefully on your other side.

He shifted some of the parka fur away from your face, trying to fix your hair and nudge your chin up so your nose wasn’t buried in anything. He stroked your cheek a little, mesmerized by the sight of you and how you felt.

Belphie declined, muttering something about, ‘Stop looking like that and eat your food! Gross!’ before Beel settled for patting your head one last time and eating quietly

Belphegor

He’s another one that’s hard to steal from

You’d think it’d be easy since he sleeps all the time, but Belphie really only wears 10% of the clothes he buys

Yes, he’s a pajama snob and has all things comfy and cozy, but hardly any of them smell like him because he falls asleep anywhere with little issue (no special clothes required!)

You thought about stealing his blue cardigan with the pocket, but he’s always sleeping in it!

Belphie picks up on your train of thought, and the frustration, because you fall asleep thinking about it. Dreaming about coyly stealing his cardigan and being all cute and snuggly in bed

It’s enough to wake him up, shuffle to you, and break your sleep. He flops down on your bed with his cardigan unbuttoned and says ‘climb on’ while patting his chest

You’re obviously sleepy and confused and he loves it. Belphie slides you onto his chest and wraps his arms around you, resting bits of the fabric on your back as you settle into him

It’s not the same but it’s close enough

Would you be offended if he got you cow pajamas so he could snuggle you like his favorite pillow? He falls asleep wondering about the answer

He wakes up to see that Beel has covered the two of you with his favorite blanket.

You in his blanket? Against him? Slowly smelling of him and his clothes? It’s the best thing to fall asleep to.

Makes a joke out of your clothes-stealing quest by stripping one of his pillowcases off and putting you in it like a little sack. You have to stay on his bed now because you’re his pillow and all pillows stay on the bed.

“What? You wanted to smell like me! It’s something I use!“ Belphie defends as you wonder whether or not you like this human pillow thing while he snuggles you.

[spicytrashthe1st]

Shit I call the Obey Me characters

(Yes I will be updating this when I find new names, feel free to make suggestions)

Lucifer

Luci, Morningstar, Star, Dad (condescending, not kinky), Pridy McPrideface, Chuckles, Babe, Darling, Hun, Sunshine, Dearest, Twinkle Toes, Chuckle nuts,

Mammon

Baby, light of my life, Mam's, Mon, Monnie, Monza, bastard who stole my heart, sweetheart, honeybunches, Baby Boy, Greedy Baby, Mammoney, Babesy, Sweetie honey pie, Apple of my eye pie, Good-Looking, Cutepie, Darlin', Sweetness, Stud-muffin, My Sun, My Moon, Tiger, Pumpkin, Hot Stuff, Hun, Sunshine, Buttercup, Boo, Lover boy, My beloved, Snookums, Partner in crime, the Bonnie to my Clyde, Baby cakes, Baby doll, Darling o’ Mine, Hunny bun, My sweet boy, Schmooooky Pookie Pooo, Tootsie Wootsy, Treasure

Leviathan

Levi, Senpai, Waifu, Leviachan, My love, Cutepie, Snek boy, Hun, Lover boy, My beloved,

Satan

Kitten, Nerd, Darling, Old Sport, Hun, Casanova

Asmodeus

Asmo, Good-Looking, Babe, Darling, Doll, Pumpkin, Lovemeister, Hun, My Little Dove, Baby doll, Pinky

Beelzebub

Beel, Big man, Buddy, Hun, Hunky-dunky, Big boy

Belphegor

Cow-man, Bastard, Stinky, Hun, Poopsie

Diavolo

Dia, Bunny, Sweetie, Honey, Good-Looking, Stud-muffin, Hun, Hunky-dunky, Princess, Cinnabun

Barbatos

Barb, Barbarino, Darling, Stud-muffin, Hun, Buttercup, Cutie patootie

Simeon

Angel, Cutepie, Hun, Cutie patootie

Solomon

Harry Potter man, Hun, Old man, Merlin

Luke

My son, Smol child, Wee-Bean, Masterchef, Champ, My boy, Nugget, Kiddo, Munchkin

[equizona]

Note: MY ASK BOX IS OPEN! I am bored so I'm writing this–

Scenario: Pet names the brothers use.

Fandom(s): Obey Me!

Character(s): Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor.

Warning(s): None

Lucifer[Avatar of Pride]

Darling, Dearest, and Dear are the ones he uses the most.

Love and beloved don't get used as much but they are still there.

He prefers using more common ones that aren't very inappropriate but still show his affection.

Mammon[Avatar of Greed]

Treasure and Precious are his go-to nicknames, because you are his treasure and the most precious thing in his life.

Ruby, Sapphire, Emerald and any other gem are used here and there as well because you are as beautiful as one.

He likes comparing you to pricy, shiny things because those are his favorite and so are you.

Leviathan[Avatar of Envy]

He doesn't use nicknames very often, but Henry and his best friend are most used.

He does use angel fish and pearl sometimes though. Even coral reef happenes occasionally if he's feeling very brave.

Doesn't use pet names a lot, so it happens rarely that he uses any.

Satan[Avatar of Wrath]

He really likes ones that have some sort of connection to a fairytale, such as prince/princess, Cinderella, prince charming, sleeping beauty, romeo/juliet.

He's also fond of sweetheart though. Kitten might happen but it's very rare.

He likes nicknames that remind him of fairytales, so he'll often refer to you as something connected to classic fairytales.

Asmodeus[Avatar of Lust]

He likes cute, short and sweet ones such as honey, sugar, cinnamon, cutie, cutie-pie.

He also really likes mi amor, but can you blame him?

Likes ones that are easy to say and short, but still fun and sweet?

Beelzebub[Avatar Gluttony]

He honestly doesn't use nicknames that often, but when he does his go-to's are usually starshine, starlight, sunshine, pumpkin and button.

Sometimes he likes using precious and buttercup too.

He really doesn't like pet names like "doll" or "Cupcake." The latter because it would make him really hungry and the first because it just makes him uncomfortable and he doesn't even know why?

Belphegor[Avatar of Sloth]

For someone so lazy he has a lot of nicknames in store.

Star, starshine, starlight, wishing star, moon child, star child, shooting star, aurora, sunshine, sunflower, forget-me-not, snowflake, spring blossom, butterfly, giggles, sun child, prince/princess, lover girl/boy, peach, baby, doll, corazón, vida mia, mi luz, wifey/hubby.

His favorite is star child.

[love-toxin]

If you're accepting requests for your ocs right now could you tell us the preferred pet names of the new waves of ocs if you haven't already? I just saw the post that had the first couple batches preferred pet names so I was wondering about the newer ones :O

leo

likes: puppy, baby, sweetheart, good boy

calls you: beautiful, my angel, mate

mel

likes: kitty, sexy, babe, honey

calls you: cutie, troublemaker, my darling

noel

likes: my bunny, mine, slut, y/n's whore

calls you: pumpkin, my love, my baby, mine

vivi

likes: my love, my only, my wife, darling

calls you: little one, sweetie pie, darling, baby

avi

likes: stud, big red, alpha

calls you: shortie, little red, sweetie, dolly

leigh

likes: my sweet, handsome, my husband/hubby, big guy

calls you: my bride/groom/beloved, my blessing, my everything, gorgeous, darling, honey

thorn

likes: my prince/king/lord, my world, sugar, handsome

calls you: my queen/king/highness, my lover, my beloved

ilya

likes: darling, my sweet, fälla, the wind through the leaves

calls you: fälla, mine, my love, my only

[cherriesradio]

MHA’s pet names for you + Small Drabbles

Deku -

Sweetheart, sweetie pie, all those ones with “sweet”

He just thinks your sweet as sugar (Sugar!!!! Uses this the most in public because it’s so innocent and cute!!!!)

Pumpkin, Baby Doll (ngl THAT started as a joke kinda thing but now it’s casual), cutie

Also all the ending in “Pie” names 😌 (cutie pie, sweetie pie, etc.)

Angel Eyes !!!!!!! Used it more in private

Your eyes glistened in the pale light, you could barely keep them open. Even with the quick paced movie, you somehow managed to almost fall asleep several times.

“You can sleep, Angel Eyes. I don’t mind, you sleep on my shoulder all the time anyways.” He said, softly smiling at your faint grasps at his shirt.

“No…no… ‘m fine. Not, nor sleepy at all.” You mumble into his sleeve, that went all the way down to his elbows. He liked wearing big clothes, too.

He chuckled and decided you needed sleep. So, he’ll tempt you.

He put his hands on your waist and lifted you off him and keeping his hands there. You grumbled at the act. He layed down and leaned his head on the arm rest, and slowely lead you down to his chest. He buried his face into your hair and ran his fingers through it. You could quickly tell you fell asleep from your soft and queit snores.

Kirishima -

Honey Bun/Bunch, Buttercup, Booboo, Butterfingers

Idk this man likes “B” pet names

“Schnookums” like it’s cringe (to me) but like in a cute way-

In public just goes for a normal “Baby”

He giggle when you flinched, the small animal sniffing your finger. It was somehow soft yet spiky, as a hedgehog should be. It kinda reminded him of Bakugo, but this guy was cute and not explosive, an you didn’t have to dig deep for the soft parts.

He kept his hand firm in your shoulder, neither of you really liked much pda. “Hey, Baby, don’t worry! It’s not like a little guy like him can really hurt you.” He smiled at you. You sighed, warm and queit.

“Alright, I believe you. As I always will.” You smile to yourself.

Kaminari -

LOTS of food themed pet names

Muffin, Cupcake, Fruity, Gummy Bear

Lover Boy/Girl/Baby (you also call him Lover Boy-)

“My Dearest Lover” as a joke

He cleared his throat and stepped in front of you on the common room couch. You were slouching and kinda of looking at your phone, kinda talking to Ochako about a project you were partnered for.

“Y/n?” He asked, barley keeping the voice crack that wanted so hard to show in.

“Hm? Yeah Lover Boy?” You say, looking up and putting your elbows on your knees. “Why in the world are you all dressed up?” You snicker.

He was quite dressed compared to normal. A white dress shirt (which he was very surprised he had stained yet), very much expected black sweatpants, and dress shoes he borrowed from Todokri.

“Um…” He cleared his throat once again. He got on one knee and you turned even more confused. If he’s proposing-

He pulled out a rose, he clearly bought it only minuets earlier. You were wondering where he was…

“Will you go prom with me?” He said with a soft smile. You tilted your head to the side.

“Well we are dating, I think it’s expected.” You giggle.

[luvcore-mlm]

nicknames to give to your boyfriend/significant other (mlm/nblm sort of crackhead edition)

for starters:

baby boy

darling

sweetpea

little one

loverboy

angel

honey

bunny

cutie pie

my prince

baby cakes

love of my life

my concubine 

french fry

dummy

dork (or dont that means whale dick)

kitty

puppy (this one,,adorable.)

little star

teddy bear

mushroom

flower

baby bun

lover

feel free to reblog and add more!

[briswriting]

omg the hc of kenma calling the reader a pretty girl had me like ☺️ can I request that hc but for nishinoya?? thank u 🥺🥺

nicknames

pairing: nishinoya x reader genre: fluff 

a/n: okay so this is more so nicknames with noya so i hope that's fine! also umm my fuck up with answering the wrong ask did not happen yesterday oop don’t try to post things in a rush kids

okay so i totally see noya giving his s/o like a whole bunch of nicknames ranging from normal ones to absurdly cheesy one

babe, angel, muffin, cutie pie, love of my life, you name it he’s probably called you it once before

def is not afraid to call you any of the pet names he gives to you in public

will literally shout them if he so much as catches of glimpse of you in the halls at school

doesn’t even call you by one nickname consistently, probably just shouts out a whole string of them just to get your attention

“sweetheart! love dove! schnookums! i’m over here!!”

if you get embarrassed by the nicknames, he doesn’t stop because he thinks you look cute when you're all blushy and flustered

literally will never call you by your actual name, unless it's something very serious

if you're at one of his games he dedicates his receives to you

“that one was for you baby love” he shouts with a grin and a wink sent your way

the team def laughs and snickers at the outrageous nicknames he gives you

he’s not phased by the laughing though because baby boy is in love and just wants to call you his, in his own weird, yet cute little way

when the two of you are cuddling, he is very touchy and lovey

so likes to do that cheesy thing where he kisses you and then calls you a nickname and then kisses you again and the cycle repeats

“my sugar” kiss “my love bug” kiss “my baby” kiss “my lover” kiss

he just wants to show you how much he loves you by giving you all the affection and strange nicknames he can think of