#they are such a 'babe' couple why do we only get terms of endearment in the hell season!!!

[opalsiren]

the fact that zane doesn't call rikki 'babe' in canon until season three. people died (i'm people)

[madelynraemunson]

i need to know if we ever get jealous of eddie’s said short lived relationships. do we ever try to sabotage them? or are we the type to try and get along with them and thats when they’re like “oh no you two need to be together?”

(i know the answer in my heart but i want to hear what you think lol)

ex husband!eddie x reader

whaaat? sabotage eddie's relationships? 😵 that's diabolical. why on earth would we do that?

that one time we showed up to his house wearing a sundress after months of wearing sweats was TOTALLY unplanned! we had a date, after all.

and that one time we were dancing with eddie at the family bbq, rocking out to all our favorite songs like careless teenagers right in front of girlfriend #3 was all a ploy by our kiddos! right, kids? right? we do everything for the kids. they love seeing their parents happy and getting along. right, kids?

and are you really still on about the day of eli's talent show?? 🤦🏻‍♀️ we only asked girlfriend #9 to take a family photo of us because she was the only one that was around. that's all 😇 and she shouldn't be mad at us! eli LOVES taking pics with mommy and daddy. who is she to get in the way of a family, especially when kids are involved 🤨😤 (also, we didn't MAKE eddie place his hand where he did in the pictures. he literally did it by himself, on his own terms.)💋

...okay, bunnie you got me! we know damn well what we're doing 😅 but quite frankly, so does eddie.

you've got a date with david tonight. in fact, eddie knows was nice enough to house sit for you and help the kids with homework. an innocent, sweet little gesture. right?

you and david are watching a movie on his couch and things are getting steamy really fast. david is about to kiss you when...

RING! RING!

you pull away immediately. checking your phone to see who it is, you realize,

"it's my ex husband, that fucker. the house better be burning down." you go to answer it. "yes?"

“hey, sweetheart, this is eddie...the banished." he greets you. “i can't seem to find the measuring tape and was wondering if you knew where it was."

you're unsure as to why he would even need measuring tape. regardless, you reply,

"it's in with drawer of miscellaneous stuff. the one by the kitchen sink.”

"ahh, that's right. found it. thanks, babe."

but that's not the only useless call of the night. as your date with david continues, the calls keep coming through in seemingly calculated intervals. at the worst possible times. with the most irrelevant fucking questions.

“i can't find the baking soda." “where do you keep the batteries? the c batteries not the double As." "hey, just a heads up, you might wanna call somebody for this pipe." "what's the wifi password again?"

"EMUNSON1986!" you hiss. "the year you graduated high school."

"aww, really?" eddie coos. "that's endearing. thanks baby."

eventually after an hour, the calls stop. you and david were able to finish the movie, and get back to that steamy interaction before you were spammed mercilessly. david is now fiddling with your straps as you two are kissing, his available hand grazing your lower back, breath hitching when —

RING! RING!

"jesus h CHRIST!" you howl. "it's midnight for god's sake. this better be important. HELLO?”

"sorry," eddie mumbles on the other line. "remind me, i'm looking at your snake plant and was wondering how often these guys need watering? they look a little parched."

"once a day and i already did it," you say through gritted teeth.

"it's a new day, should they be watered again?"

"don't worry about it, eds."

"i always worry, sweetheart.”

david happens to hear this. giving you a side eye now, your date watches as you stay on the line with eddie for a couple of minutes. finally, you get eddie to agree to stop calling, which fills you with relief when you hang up the phone. your eyes then travel back to david, whom you begin to bat your flirty lashes at.

"now." you say. "where were we?"

"you should probably go home," david huffs. "looks like the fort still needs holding down."

you're seeing absolute red now. you are seething. that motherfucker.

your drive home is an angry, and sexually frustrated one. you can't believe eddie would sabotage your date like this, your only fun night out this week. he's in for it now.

"date ended early sweetheart?" eddie pouts at you the moment you walk into your house.

"bedroom," you order. "now."

tagging peeps who seemed interested in this lil universe! as always thank you for reading 💋

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divider by: @cafekitsune

[lolotr]

hi hello babes this is shadowquill17, reporting for duty for the prompt "Anonymously - or not - tell me what passage, fic, line of narration, or anything you remember me by as a writer." I guess I'm doing both anonymous and not. (Couldn't send the ask from my side blog, ugh)

Anyway, so obviously you immediately popped into my mind when I saw that post, which is why I just had to make you reblog it. I could say my piece.

THIS, FROM TERMS OF ENDEARMENT:

Edwin doesn't bring it up until they're back at the office and Crystal has gone home for the night. He's not especially good at the bringing up of things (“Now you know that's not true,” the Charles in his head says with a salacious wink, and if Edwin could he’d blush at how thoroughly infected his mind has become). However, since he and Charles have begun courting—

(“These days it's called dating, mate.”)

Remember when I was writing my first dbd fic? (after you dragged me into the fandom laughing at my pain? Yeah). And I wanted to give credit to the person who had written about Edwin having a mental Charles making dirty jokes in his mind? Because that bit had stuck in my mind SO HARD and it felt so right, I just had to give Charles a mental Edwin as well?

And remember when I was asking you to help me find that fic so I could give credit to the author? And you were not giving me any details, you were like yeah, it’s the spicy one. And I was like WHICH ONE JENNA. And you were like !!! The spicy one!!!

Because you thought I knew it was your fic, but I’m literally so stupid that I did NOT remember it was yours. Even though I screamed about it to you right away.

ANYWAY.

There are so many parts of your fics that I will adore forever, but that one was really one of the first that REALLY stuck with me and embedded itself into my soul. So here’s to the line I was obsessed with even when I didn’t know you had written it. ❤️❤️❤️

AHHHHHHH STOP IT I'M SMILING SO HARD

I can't believe the thing I initially wrote because I couldn't stop myself from making a dirty joke is something that stuck with you so hard. the two of them know one another so well, and we have that adorable moment of Charles imitating Edwin to have a conversation with him when Edwin is ignoring him, so giving Edwin a Charles in his brain was an easy leap to make, haha. especially if he gets to make dirty puns

I DO remember that, and I was so fucking confused bc at that point I'd only written 2-3 fics and was like, it shouldn't be that hard for you to find it WHAT ARENT YOU GETTING

also you're not stupid. iirc that was the day after you'd insisted you weren't that tired even though it was like 7 am for you and you'd only slept a couple of hours the night before.

anyway I'm so glad we have one another to be stupid and/or unhinged about DBD together 💜💜💜💜💜💜

[disillusioneddanny]

Day 4: Friends || Surprise

“I love you,” Damian murmured, resting his head in Danny’s lap. The halfa looked down at him in surprise for a split moment before he smiled and ran his fingers through Damian’s dark black hair, smiling at the little curls his fingers got snagged on. 

“I love you too babe,” he murmured, dipping down to press a kiss to Damian’s pouty lips. “What’s wrong?”

“Cecilia is sleeping,” he huffed, pointing over to the bassinet where their daughter was in fact, fast asleep. 

“Quite the observation, Detective. But why does that have you in a sulky mood?” Danny asked, his fingers still carding through Damian’s hair, blunt nails scratching at his scalp.

“I want us to go on a family excursion, we have yet to have one with her as she’s been so small and we���ve been figuring out the ghost powers but I think we have a handle on it and I would like to do something.”

At this, Danny arched an eyebrow and stopped his ministrations in Damian’s hair. “That’s very unlike you, what happened to not wanting the press to find out about Damian Wayne’s Mystery Beau and their secret child?”

Damian let out a hum, green eyes fluttered open to look up at his boyfriend. “I don’t think I would mind showing the world my beautiful daughter and my dashingly handsome boyfriend. Now that my family is aware that I am in a relationship and have a daughter, it is only a matter of time. We cannot keep hiding and I would like to do it on our terms.”

“And why do we need to do that now?” Danny asked, still giving Damian a curious look. If Damian was in Danny’s mind right now he was probably staring at the man like he had magically grown two heads. 

“I am going stir-crazy,” Damian admitted, placing Danny’s hand back in his hair so it could continue playing with his hair. The halfa let out a soft chuckle but continued running his hands through it like Damian wanted. “I know that I am Robin and go out every night but I miss our date nights. Our walks in the park, hand in hand as we took in nature and watched the sunset together. How we would talk about our days, people watch, and make fun of the idiots who roamed the park. I would like to go do that but this time have our daughter with us. Besides, she has yet to actually leave the apartment aside from our excursion to the manor.”

Danny chuckled. “Fine, let me get dressed. Don’t wake up Lia but go ahead and change her into something better for this September weather.” 

The vigilante grinned and sat up from his spot on Danny’s lap. “Perfect, we shall also take Titus, he is not used to apartment-style living quite yet,” he said, motioning to the old dog that laid beside Ceceilia’s bed, keeping a constant vigil over the girl. 

The couple had waited to bring Titus to the apartment, slowly introducing him to Cecilia but in all honesty, he had taken to her quite well if Damian had to admit. He adored the baby just as much as he and Danny did and watched over her constantly. If she cried, he was immediately there either pacing the room or even going as far to jump on Damian to get him to fix the crying immediately. He did not like seeing the girl upset for any reason. 

He would even lay beside her when Danny and Damian had her on tummy time just so that he could watch over her. It was the most endearing thing that Damian had ever seen in his life. The way Titus fretted over her was truly adorable. Much better than how Alfred the Cat behaved. 

The wretched cat ignored Cecilia or stared at her as though she were a nuisance any time she cried or whined. He would just lay on the back of the couch and glare at her any time Damian paid an ounce of attention to his daughter. 

If the vigilante didn’t know any better, he would say that Alfred the Cat was jealous of a wee baby.

“Let’s get you dressed and ready for a park day,” Damian said with a small smile before he lifted the girl out of her bassinet and made his way to her nursery. He and Danny had finally gotten the room prepared and ready for the girl. The two had argued for days before they settled on a theme for their daughter’s room and even her clothes. 

Damian had thought softer colors like light browns and beige but Danny had been ready to fight him to the death for even suggesting such a thing. 

“We are not going to be beige parents Damian Al Ghul Wayne!” Danny shouted, glaring daggers at his boyfriend. “She is going to be a normal baby and have color and fun in her life and you’re not about to ruin that for her!”

“She’s physically three months old, Daniel. I don’t think it truly matters what colors her room or her clothes are. She doesn’t understand what she’s seeing! Besides, these colors are much more calming–”

“You mean boring! Damian you’re an art major, how can you stand being a beige parent?” Danny complained, throwing the color swatches Damian had presented back onto the table. “We need color!”

“We need calm,”  Damian said calmly. He was not going to back down on this, they needed to give their daughter a nice, calm atmosphere.

He ended up compromising in the end. They had decided to go with pastels for Cecilia. Her walls had been painted a pretty lilac color with tangerine-colored accents. The room still had a peaceful feel to it as Damian wanted, but it still had color as Danny requested. 

In the end it didn’t really matter, the girl didn’t pay attention to any of it. Because again, physically she was three months old but chronologically she was barely a month old by their calculations. Colors didn’t matter in the end.

Damian quickly and carefully dressed the little girl in a comfortable long sleeve dress and leggings, slipping on her tiny little boots before he wrapped the sleeping baby in her coat and put a little beanie over her curly hair. Damian smiled at his sleeping girl and kissed the tip of her nose before he slipped out of her room and set the baby in her stroller just as Danny came out and pressed a tiny ghost shield to the stroller and turned it on, a green-tinted dome wrapped around the stroller before turning invisible. 

“Alright, let’s go on a walk,” Danny said cheerfully as he grabbed Titus’ leash and clipped it on before the small family made their way out of the apartment and down the street. 

“We are definitely moving out of the bowery once we are finished with school,” Damian said, sneering at the crumbling buildings that surrounded them. Dany snorted and shook his head. 

“It’s not that bad, Dami. Besides, it’s all I can afford and I’m not about to let you be my sugar daddy,” Danny said, lighting kicking at Damian’s calf as they walked before a portal opened in front of them and they stepped through. On the other side sat one of the nicest parks in Gotham and Damian just chuckled at his boyfriend’s shenanigans. 

“Besides, who cares about where we live when you’re darling boyfriend can just open a portal to wherever we need to go? Not only that but I live with one of the most deadly assassins in the world, we’re perfectly safe.”

Damian glanced over at his boyfriend and smiled. “Not to mention you have no qualms about turning into an eldritch horror and sending people to some nightmare realm for daring to enter your home without permission. I’m practically useless in comparison.”

“Exactly! So, who cares if we live in the bowery? We’re perfectly safe anywhere and everywhere,” Danny said happily. 

Damian just shook his head in amusement and followed his beloved down the walking path, Titus trotting happily on Danny’s left as Damian pushed the stroller on the right. 

“We have eyes on us,” Danny murmured after an hour into their walk. Damian glanced away from Cecilia and looked over to find paparazzi standing around taking pictures. 

“Just grin and bear it,” Damian said with a sigh before he pulled his sunglasses from his hoodie pocket and set them on his face. Danny made a face but followed suit, placing his own over his eyes before he leaned forward and pushed Cecilia’s shade over her head, covering her face from any cameras that got a little too close to capturing a picture of her face. 

While Damian was ready to show he had a family to the public, showing his daughter’s face when she still was not old enough to consent to something like that was not something he was particularly interested in doing.  She was a baby and she deserved her privacy. 

“You have a baby!?” Sam screeched at Danny over the phone. “Let us over right now so we can meet her or so help me Daniel Fenton I will kick your ass and ruin your entire life? Do you understand me? I will ruin you.”

“Sam! Fine, yes, I’ll let you over. Is Tuck with you too or do I need to open a portal to his dorm room too?”

“Yes he’s here! Please tell me you told your family instead of letting them find out on fucking Buzzfeed of all places?”

“No, I haven’t talked to my parents or Jazz in a few months now,” Danny admitted before he opened a portal for Sam’s dorm room. She and Tucker were both currently going to college in Metropolis. 

The two stepped through the portal and gave Danny twin looks of disapproval. 

“Really dude? You’re not going to tell your best friends that you have a daughter? Not only that but when you said you had a boyfriend named Damian I didn’t realize you were talking about Damian Wayne!” Tucker exclaimed, stepping out and looking around the room before his eyes fell on a sleeping Cecilia and let out a coo. He stepped forward to grab her only for someone to grip the back of his shirt and yank him back. 

“If you even think about touching my daughter with those filthy unsanitized hands, I will murder you where you stand,” Damian snarled at the tech nerd. Tucker gulped but nodded and took the offered hand sanitizer and slathered it on. 

Danny chuckled. “Guys, this is my boyfriend, Damian, Damian, these are my two best friends Sam and Tucker. Please be nice to them,” Danny said, giving his boyfriend sad eyes. 

Damian looked between the halfa and the two new arrivals. “You are the daughter of Pamela Manson?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at the goth woman who was giving him a suspicious look. “My condolences.”

Sam grinned. “Thanks, I’d say the same to you but I’d take an embarrassing play boy billionaire father over an overbearing pink-obsessed millionaire mother any day.”

Damian just gave her a small smile. “Welcome to our home. You’re welcome to hold Cecilia I just ask that you sanitize before you do so. She is sleeping right now but if she wakes it is okay, her nap was supposed to end ten minutes ago but Danny said to let her sleep rather than wake her up. He has no respect for routines.”

“She’s a baby! She needs to sleep! She’s growing so much!” Danny whined as Tucker scurried over and picked up the sleeping girl before sitting on the couch. 

“Danny, my man, she’s perfect,” Tucker gasped, looking down at the sleeping baby. “She looks just like you did when you were a baby! I remember that time Mrs. Fenton showed us pictures of you in those ugly poofy dresses,” he said with a soft laugh. “She looks exactly like that.”

Danny smiled and sat beside his friend and looked down at the girl. “She looks more like Damian to me,” he said, glancing up at the assassin who just smiled in return. 

He looked over at Sam. “Please, take a seat. I will grab refreshments while the three of you catch up with one another,” he said politely before leaving the living room and went to the kitchen to get drinks prepared. Once he had a pot of tea prepared he carried the tray out and set it on the coffee table and smiled at the three young adults. 

“So, Danny refuses to tell me any of the embarrassing things of his childhood and my siblings have already aired my dirty laundry. Would either of you be willing to tell me about what kid Danny was like?” He asked with a small smile. 

Sam and Tucker grinned and looked at one another evilly before back at Damian. 

“Wanna hear about pre-transition Danny and freshly out Danny because those were the best moments,” Sam said, grinning evilly. 

“Or do you wanna hear about Danny when he first started testosterone and how shitty his voice sounded?” Tucker said with a smile. 

“Please no,” Danny whined, looking at his friends. “Don’t do this to me. Damian still thinks I’m cool.”

“No, I do not,” Damian clarified. “I have never thought you were cool.”

Danny’s friends let out twin cackles before they launched into stories about Danny as a child. Damian smiled and listened to each one with rapt attention, slipping his hand into Danny’s to soothe his whines as they shared everything with him. 

@dpxdc-familyweek

Read the other days here:

Day 1

Day 2

Day 3

[misscorn]

Day 2 - Traffic/Late

It’s midnight where I am so TECHNICALLY it’s day 2 of @sihjrweek lol please enjoy a little bit of what I suppose is post-confession bickering

-

Takano Masamune groaned in irritation as the cars in front of him came to another complete standstill. They couldn’t have moved more than five inches before Takano had to press on the brakes. Again. 

“I told you we should’ve just taken the train to work.” 

That very helpful and not at all annoying comment came from his passenger, Onodera Ritsu, who was currently slouched in his seat with his arms crossed. 

“And now we’re going to show up late together, which is no doubt going to look weird.” Ritsu continued, a pout starting to form on his face. Ritsu was sure that their coworkers were already starting to suspect things and it didn’t help that Masamune practically encouraged it.

“It’ll look less weird if you give me a couple hickies right now.”

Case and point.

“How would that make it look less weird?!”

“Less room for speculation, then they’ll know for sure why we’re late.”

“THAT’S NOT EVEN WHY WE’RE LATE!”

“So loud…” Masamune complained. 

Ritsu decided to ignore this comment, “You’re late because your lazy ass didn’t want to walk to the train station and I’m late because you dragged me into your car with you.”

“Well, at least I can kiss you while we’re stopped like this.” Masamune said.

Ritsu’s hands immediately went up, as if ready to fight him off. “Absolutely not.”

“What? Why? It’s just us.”

“People can still see into the car!”

“Well, if they don’t like what they see then they should have minded their own business in the first place.” Masamune reasoned. “Besides, we might as well do something fun instead of just sitting here and suffering.” 

Ritsu narrowed his eyes as he very, very briefly considered the option before shaking his head. “No, I’m not rewarding you for this stupid decision. Then you’ll start insisting on taking the car all the time.” 

Masamune sighed and parked the car, shutting his eyes. “Fine, then wake me up when we start moving again.”

“No! You don’t get a couple extra minutes of sleep, it’s your fault we’re in traffic in the first place, if anyone should get to nap it’s me.” Ritsu reached over to immediately start poking and pinching Masamune’s arm, simultaneously keeping him awake and getting revenge for all the times Masamune had prodded him. 

Masamune half-heartedly tried to swat his hand away, not opening his eyes yet. “You’re too high strung to nap. You’d never be able to fall asleep, all worried about being late.”

“Don’t say that like it’s unreasonable for me to be worried about being late.” Ritsu huffed.

“Well, I’m certainly not going to fire you over it.”

“You’re not the only person with the power to fire me.”

“I’ll just hold Emerald hostage and threaten to quit.” Masamune said. “If you’re not there then I’m not there. And we all know that place would fall apart without me.”

Ritsu rolled his eyes, he’s such a dramatic and cocky bastard. I can’t believe I willingly spend any time with him. I can’t believe I willingly date him. 

“Well, you still can’t go to sleep, because then I’m here suffering from traffic alone.” Ritsu said.

Masamune sighed, but opened his eyes. “I guess it can’t be helped then. I’ll give you all of my attention to make up for putting you through traffic. Will you forgive me?” He asked, trying not to smirk.

“Shut up.” Ritsu said. “That isn’t what I meant at all. What I meant was that you have to suffer too, so it’s fair.”

“Whatever you say, darling.”

Ritsu gave him such a nasty side eye that Masamune wouldn’t be surprised if Ritsu was trying to telepathically kill him. 

“So, that’s still a no on terms of endearment?” Masamune had tried ‘sweetheart’, ‘dear’, ‘baby’, ‘babe’, and now ‘darling���. The reactions so far were mixed.

“I don’t like dear. It’s what my parents call each other, so it makes me feel old. And I…don’t like it when you use them sarcastically.” Ritsu mumbled that last part, attempting to sink further into his seat, wanting to hide. 

“Ah, I see.” Masamune said, reaching over and managing to coax Ritsu out of crossing his arms so that they could hold hands. “I promise I will only say them sincerely from here on out.”

Ritsu turned red and avoided meeting his eyes, opting to stare out the passenger side window, but he did give Masamune’s hand a squeeze. “And don’t use them at work. Obviously.”

“Obviously.” Masamune echoed, trying not to smile at Ritsu’s little attitude.

“And nothing weird!” Ritsu added with urgency, sitting up straighter. “No weird terms of endearment.” 

“Like what?” Masamune asked. 

“I am not giving you ideas.” Ritsu frowned. 

“Damn, I really thought you would fall for that.” Masamune chuckled. “Well, you can call me whatever you want, wherever you want, whenever you want.” 

“I-Is…Is there one you p-prefer?” Ritsu asked. 

Masamune shrugged. “I don’t think so. I guess you’ll just have to try them all and then I’ll decide.” He said. 

“I-I can’t do that!” Ritsu instinctively argued. The thought of calling Masamune one term was enough to make Ritsu want to exit the car - moving or unmoving - but he was willing to work through that feeling of embarrassment in order to make Masamune happy. But calling Masamune a plethora of terms of endearment so that he could pick his favorite?! Ritsu wasn’t sure if he would survive through the process.

“Why not?” Masamune asked. 

“I-It’s just too much!” Ritsu said, once again considering getting out of the car. They were still stopped, so now was a good time, right?

“It’s not that big of a deal, just give it a try.” Masamune said. 

“I don’t even know what to say!”

“You can say anything, you just have to tack a term of endearment on at the beginning or end.” 

“That doesn’t help me at all.” Ritsu lamented. ‘Anything’ was too many choices.

“Ask me what I’m thinking for dinner tonight.” Masamune suggested.

“W-What are you thinking for dinner tonight…h-honey?”

“...pft.”

“STOP LAUGHING AT ME!” Ritsu wretched his hand away to hit Masamune on the arm instead. 

“Sorry, I’m sorry, you’re just so shy and nervous about the cutest things, it’s adorable, honestly.” Masamune said, grinning from ear to ear. “But I like honey, honey is good.”

“No, I’m never calling you anything but your name ever again.” Ritsu said, crossing his arms again

“Aw, come on, don’t be like that.” Masamune said, putting a hand on Ritsu’s knee. 

Ritsu just silently scowled, refusing to meet Masamune’s eye. 

“Honey is nice, I promise. But you could try another one if you want.” Masamune said. “And I won’t laugh again.” He added.

“But it’s so embarrassing.” Ritsu moaned miserably. 

“It’ll get less embarrassing the more you get used to it. Should I start calling you cute names more often to get you used to them?”

“God, please don’t.”

“How are you gonna stop me, sweetheart?” Masamune asked and gave Ritsu’s knee a gentle squeeze, purposefully using the name that had made Ritsu turn the brightest pink so far.

Ritsu’s shoulders tensed before he quickly covered his blushing face with his hands. “Please don’t.” he repeated, though this time it came out more as a quick and desperate squeak.

“But I like calling you terms of endearment, baby.”

“I’m begging you.”

“I’ll stop if you call me another pet name, angel.”

“Angel?” Ritsu echoed, his hands lowering just so he could give Masamune an incredulous look.

Masamune laughed a bit. “Don’t like that one?”

Ritsu couldn’t help but to laugh a little too. “No, not at all.”

“Noted,” Masamune said, “but it’s still your turn, sunshine.”

“Fine, fine, if it’ll make you stop, then I guess I can keep trying…babe.”

Masamune’s wide grin returned.

“You’re laughing again.” Ritsu said the moment he caught sight of it, getting defensive.

“I’m not laughing, I’m smiling. It makes me happy to hear you say things like that.” Masamune corrected.

The cars in front of them started to move again and Masamune put the car back in drive. 

“Thank God. Traffic better keep moving, I need to get out of this car.” Ritsu said.

Masamune snorted. “As if that’ll be enough to get away from me.” 

“It’ll at least be enough to get away from this conversation. We won’t have to talk about terms of endearment at work anymore.” Ritsu said, taking a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. 

Of course, once they arrived at work Masamune just had to ask Ritsu for his advice on his author’s choice of terms of endearment between characters.

[landwriter]

You wanted some nosy ones, so here we go: watermelon, bubblegum, hibiscus

pink themed asks

BLESS you, friend. (If we're not friends already we're friends now.)

watermelon— have you ever had to reject anyone romantically? how did it go? Lots of times, and visa versa! It's never fun but it's never gone poorly. On one memorable occasion I had already been loaned books by the person and had to awkwardly return them without having read them. The books were the Sandman comics lol

bubblegum— how do you feel about your love life right now? are you happy with it? I am, actually, which is wild to realize because I haven't gotten laid in six months and going strong, but I suppose this is the true blessing of totally lacking object permanence. I will feel more hungry and frustrated and distracted when I am seeing folks once every week or couple weeks than when it's been so long I've practically forgotten how. My ideal is hopelessly domestic and slutty, and the runner-up is, apparently, living as a monk.

I ended an LTR of common-law-married proportions just over a year ago (amicably! not that it helped with all the PAPERWORK), so I'm not in a hurry to jump into something serious at the minute. I am Not Looking in a very genre-aware way that probably actually cancels it out. Wanting nothing serious hasn't stopped me from getting feelings in little flings all the same, but I've come to accept the only thing that stops me from doing that is to hardly talk to or know a person at all, and unfortunately I love both talking to and knowing people. But overall I feel happily sure in what I want and need, in what is lovely but not exactly enough, and I hope to find That at some point in the next several years. I even have a little list. For cross-referencing.

hibiscus— what’s your favorite pet name, if any? why? Once spent a summer not-dating an emotionally compromised chef who was built like a brick shithouse and called me 'dear' and 'darlin'', and I am, in fact, still not over that. I love love love pet names and terms of endearment. Serious, soppy, goofy, made-up! All of 'em. I have a really bad habit however of also accidentally using them on my dogs. Have also found it endlessly funny in LTRs for years and years now to make 'babe' a multi-syllable word whenever I want to strike fear into my love's heart that I'm about to ask for an annoying favour. Am concerned exposure to Sandman fandom and Middle English has permanently raised my pet-name standards to an impossible level. If someone called me min hertis rote to my face I think I would perish.

[cursed-mars-bars]

I said this in private but I wanted to say it again here, the level of comfort and wholesome that you managed to create with this series will never not amaze me.

The way that you introduced her relationship with Chan already sets the stage for the wholesomeness that is to follow. His awkwardness about her going out with her friend and her considering his nerves and using that knowledge to look away to make it easier for him to speak – such a small detail but it speaks volumes about how much she cares about him. (For the time being) We love platonic terms of endearment, ‘babes’, ‘pretty’, and ‘love’. Although she isn’t aware of his supernatural nature yet, and therefore his intentions behind giving her his jacket when she goes out, just the act of him giving her HIS jacket doesn’t feel possessive. It’s endearing, especially with how insistent he is but is still nervous about doing it. I love the subtle hints of his supernatural nature that could be overlooked as something else, such as her describing his gaze as intimidating but not in a menacing way, but even as a human she is affected by it. But we see a lot about her character as she naturally fights against her instinct to back down, almost making her his equal without even realizing it, and this can contribute towards her status in the pack later on. Him kissing her forehead before she leaves? Swoon. Him kissing his other friends' foreheads? Double swoon. Her admitting that his behaviour had been a little strange but still taking advantage of his insistent hugs was humorous. Even though it must have been difficult for Chan to reel in his protective instincts, it was sweet to see him get so flustered after. (A little spoiler) But when Chan and she do become an item, I’m curious if Chan gets jealous of her being physically affectionate with the other packmates as he does now before they admit their feelings. I’m surprised that the pack was able to keep their secret from her for so long considering how…passionate they are about being a pack and being in each other's space so much. It was only a matter of time. I find how curious she is and the way that she does additional research about their ‘condition’ as very sweet – she wants to understand them and make sure that they never feel like they are ‘freaks’ in her eyes. He just pushed her against a wall, acting out of character and her first concern is if he is feeling okay? This woman is playing for my own heart. “Been trying really hard to not make you uncomfortable, but here I am being a total creep”. Both of them are – they’re that couple that looks good together because they’re good for each other. Her knowledge about werewolves and applying it to Chan’s situation was attractive. I wonder if every time that she ovulates it triggers his ruts – or if there are multiple factors at play. “What if I don’t want you to hold back?” So attractive. We love to see idiots in love realize that they’re idiots in love. Him picking her up with such ease and making her feel attractive was so sensual. It was the effortlessness of how he did it, without even thinking, about something that she probably spends some time thinking about (for better or worse), that was what made it and him attractive. We love supportive friends – even if it means going with your friend to a clinic to get tested, hopefully, that scared Changbin into being a little more careful next time. Your take on being alpha was so interesting – you rejected the notion that they are simply possessive or being ruled by their animal instincts, but rather the role of a protector, a source of comfort, and that is a very refreshing take and explains why Chan runs his pack so well. Did Chan blush and leave her hanging about her male alpha knot questions because of the topic or discussing the topic with her? Chan’s appreciation for her body and making her feel so loved made me giddy. Chan feel for her bad, the man had been scenting her almost as soon as she moved in – not that I blame him.

It’s Cold Out (M) ~Bang Chan

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader Themes: Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut (Fluff at the end) | Roomies to Lovers Warnings: curvy MC, swearing, pet names, possessiveness, good ol’ rut driven intercourse (smut warnings under the cut). Word Count: ~7k | AO3 Summary: Your roommate had been acting weird lately, weirder than usual. It was because of his condition, you thought, and in a way, you had been right, just not in the way you had expected. [This story is an instalment of my WereRoomies series].

Author’s note: Happy Halloween month to all of us! If there’s a God up there, only she can judge me for this. If you enjoyed this checkout part 1.5: Rut & part 2: It’s Warm In

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

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Boyfriend Theo - Free Trial (part 2 of 3)

part 1 here

Steo | Stiles x Theo | lime | lemon

Theo doesn't take rejection well. So he thought to just show Stiles.

Show Stiles how he is as a boyfriend. And hopefully, Stiles changes his mind.

He started acting like Stiles' boyfriend.

Stiles gets a trial of having Theo as a boyfriend.

Stiles woke up to the soft and cuddly feeling of his pillow on his cheek. He smiled and hugged it tighter. Brushing his cheek on it and also smelling it.

It's still the same smell he loves but with something else now. Something like a perfume... Theo's perfume.

Stiles sat up and remembered Theo came home with him. He remembered Theo hugged him through his nightmare.

"T-Theo?" Stiles called out.

Theo walked in from the hall. "Hey, good morning."

"... W-What the hell?!?" Stiles turned to look away, and put some pillows over his face, Theo was naked.

Theo smirked and looked at himself. "Why? Do I look bad?"

Stiles was peeking through the pillows. "No..." his eyes travelled the broad and fit body before him.

"You gotta get used to this, Stiles. You'll be seeing this more often."

"T-That's not-why are you naked anyway?!?"

"I washed my clothes. It's currently in the dryer. Don't wanna wear unwashed clothes to school today."

"At least put something on!"

Theo looked in Stiles' drawer and got himself a grey sweatpants. Stiles' looked at him and he completely gets it now. How others rave about dudes in grey sweatpants. He gets it now. Totally gets it now as he stared at the bulge.

"Come on, we'll be late for school." Theo said.

"W-What are we gonna do?"

"Bathe."

"T-Together?!?"

"Yeah. Saves time." Theo winked.

"Huh! That won't work on me! I bathe first, then you, separately." Stiles got up and took his bath towel from the cabinet.

He grabbed a new one for Theo too. Stiles went to the bathroom, closing the door on Theo's face. The chimera just scoffed. Next time. He thought.

After Stiles, Theo went in and bathed. Coming out with just the towel around his waist. Stiles was avoiding looking at him but still took a glance, which Theo loved. He knew he looked very inviting: half naked, with only a towel on, body slightly still wet from the shower.

Theo walked pass Stiles and made sure Stiles got a good look at his bulge and backside. He retrieved his clothes from the dryer and put it on. Stiles looked away as he let the towel drop.

"You can watch, Stiles, it's okay." Theo teased.

"Nope! I'm fine over here, thanks." Stiles was fixing his attire.

They drove to the cafe to get breakfast before heading to school.

Everything went normal, and with normal, meaning Theo being the doting boyfriend to Stiles all throughout the day.

Theo drove him home after school but had to go back because he has football practice.

Later that day, Stiles received a chat from Theo, saying he's coming by. They hangout in the living room a bit. Then moved to Stiles' room. Theo has a bag of clothes with him, a good 3 days worth of attire and placed it on a corner in Stiles' cabinet.

"What are you doing? What's in there?"

"Clothes. For when I sleep over again. And this corner is my corner now."

Stiles blinked a couple of times. "Did you just move yourself in???"

"Not really, babe. Just took a corner."

"Don't call me babe. Every couple I know uses that." though Stiles admits, it sounded good when Theo said it.

"Okay. What term of endearment do you want, honey?"

"Not honey either. I don't know. Something different."

"Hmn... I have one already in mind."

"What is it?"

"I'll tell you when you have a term for me too."

"I don't have one yet."

"Then you won't know yet."

Stiles shrugged and just turned the TV on. They chose a film to watch for the night. Hugging the way they did last time.

Theo left when the movie ended. Chatting Stiles to go to sleep after a few hours. Stiles did, he laid and hugged his favorite pillow. It smelled so pleasant for him. Even more now that Theo has a scent on it too. Stiles dozed off after a few minutes.

And just like that, a few weeks flew by.

-Good morning, Stiles.-

Stiles was flustered at the video call.

-Hey, Theo. Good morning.- he said as he hid his blushing face.

He's having facetime call with Theo in bed, who is shirtless.

-Get up. Don't be late. I'm picking you up.-

-You're still in bed!- Stiles sat up.

-I'm saying later in a bit. Get up.-

-Fine. Fine. God, you're like a doting mother.- Stiles stood up.

-See you later.- Theo laughed as he ended the call.

Stiles smiled as he finally agreed. That he has to get used to seeing Theo half naked, and fully naked. The chimera sure loves being naked.

"Ohmygod!" Stiles buried his face in his pillow again before getting ready for school.

Theo is really testing him.

He was waiting now in front of the house for Theo. He hopped in and immediately noticed a big bag at the backseat.

"Theo, what's that?"

"Football gear. I have a game later."

"Oh."

"You're gonna watch me, right?"

"I don't like football, Theo."

"You're gonna watch. You have to."

"Why?"

"I'm your boyfriend."

"Oh yeah. Okay. Fine."

"Good." Theo was smiling widely. His game would be so much better later.

They arrived at school and Stiles saw Liam and Mason getting invited to a house party. Theo headed for his locker and Stiles headed for his. A few minutes passed and Stiles felt arms hug him on his waist.

Stiles got so used to it by now that he knew it was Theo. And he also got used to other students staring at them.

Before heading to Biology class, Stiles asked Liam and Mason if they're going to the party. Stiles wanna go to, but Theo has a game. He figured he'd be late to the party then. He laughed at himself a bit because he put Theo first.

'Ugh! Is Theo really getting to me?' Stiles asked himself as he touched Theo's arms around him.

It's been a few weeks now since the free trial began. And Stiles is really liking how it's going. Theo wasn't so bad. At all.

He's having great lunch meals. Sleeps well. He has his own personal warm blanket on cold days and he has someone to go watch movies with. Play games with, discuss movie theories with. Comfort him through his nightmares. Call him out on his bad health habits. Reminds him of the line he's about to cross and what happens if he does.

He has someone now. Someone. Someone who understands him. Gets him. Knows him well.

Stiles is slowly changing his mind.

He was now headed to Theo's game. He picked a seat near the team bench and immediately saw Theo, it's hard to miss him really, he has the best physique in the entire team. Stiles couldn't stop staring at Theo on that football uniform -tight in the right places.

Stiles have seen Theo completely naked once or twice or maybe more by now, but seeing him in tight clothing is something else.

And seeing Theo exert some effort: run, turn, shout, catch ball, tackle and get tackled, is doing things for Stiles. And add the fact that if Theo wanted to, he could push all the guys that tackles him easily. Being a werewolf and all. Keeping it under just-human level of strength is pretty hard.

Stiles was impressed.

Stiles wasn't really paying attention to the game and was just appreciating Theo. He just saw Theo take his helmet off and he looks pissed.

Angry Theo. Stiles hasn't seen that in a while.

Angry Theo, without dead bodies around, that is.

"Okay... looks like it's a loss." Stiles felt nervous. He's already thinking of ways to calm Theo down.

Something he never thought he would worry about.

Theo started walking towards him up on the bleachers. Stiles gulped and wiped his sweaty palms on his pants.

"Hey, Theo. It was a good game, you did good." Stiles blurted out.

Theo didn't speak but just handed his helmet to Stiles and then hugged Stiles.

"Ugh, I'm so pissed right now. I could push all of them even if they come to tackle me all at once. But I can't."

Stiles understands. It's hard to be weak but it is also hard to be perfectly strong and keep it under control.

Stiles said no more and just wrapped one arm over Theo's waist. He could feel the frustration from Theo. He slid his hand up to Theo's back and gave him a comforting rub.

The two were now walking to Theo's truck. Stiles received a chat from Liam.

-Where are you, Stiles?-

-I'm not coming to the party anymore, Liam. Don't wait for me.-

Stiles cancelled. He knows he doesn't have to, Theo is just a trial boyfriend for 3 months, but Theo's nothing but good to him these past weeks. And he wanted to do this.

Theo drove them to Stiles' house. The sheriff was there this time.

"H-Hey, dad." Stiles didn't tell his dad yet about Theo.

So the sheriff was surprised to see Theo come home with his son.

"Sheriff." Theo gave him a nod.

"Theo." the sheriff simply said, looking at Theo and then his son.

"Uhm, we'll just hangout in my room."

Once there, Theo showered and changed into the clothes he set in Stiles' cabinet.

"You didn't tell your dad yet, huh?" Theo asked as he flopped on the bed.

"Sorry. I just don't know how to tell him about the free trial setup."

"It's okay. I get it. After the trial then, once you decided and we're official."

"You're really confident, huh?!?"

"Of course I am." Theo flashed him his infamous smirk.

Stiles scoffed. But he felt better now. Seeing Theo isn't frustrated from losing the game anymore.

That day Theo slept over again.

The next day Kira was feeling giddy and started asking Stiles some questions.

"So... how are you and Theo, Stiles?"

"Uhm, Good."

"Like... how good?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know... as they say, what base?"

Stiles blinked a while and realized what Kira was asking.

"Hey!"

Kira giggled. "I'm just curious because you're looking really good lately, Stiles."

"Do I, really?" Stiles looked at himself.

"Yeah, you're not too thin anymore and the dark circles under your eyes are gone. Your cheeks are not hollow anymore too."

"Wow, thanks for pointing all those out, Kira."

Kira laughed.

"Did I really look bad before?"

"Not bad, just unhealthy."

"Wow, you really are in a mood today."

"Sorry, Stiles. It's just that I noticed you're getting along really well."

"Uhm... to answer your question, no proper bases yet."

"What???"

"Well, not really, I mean... we hold each other's waist or hands. We hug. We cuddle. We sleep hugging. But no kisses."

And now that Stiles said it out loud, he got questions too.

Why haven't they kissed yet?

"Why? Theo looks like someone who... you know, knows very well how to kiss and more."

"I don't know. We just never did yet." Stiles acted nonchalant about it. But it bothered him a bit. "You know, I gotta go, Kira."

Stiles walked towards the parking lot to meet Theo. They are together for a month now and they never kissed yet. On the cheeks, yes, but on the lips, not yet.

"Hey, Stiles. Ready to go?"

"Why haven't we kissed yet, Theo?"

That question caught Theo off guard. "I just didn't wanna mess up in case you didn't wanna kiss yet. But if you wanna, we can."

"Oh... no, I just... I was just wondering."

"Do you want me to kiss you, Stiles?"

"Uhm... yeah. maybe. not yet. I'm not sure."

Theo laughed a little. "That answer is very confusing."

"Yeah. You know what, just forget about it."

The following week, Stiles was actively looking for house parties. And he attended one without telling Theo.

Liam and Mason was losing it. They're with Stiles at this party and Stiles was drunk. And they couldn't get him to leave with them and go home. Stiles kept drinking too.

The two young ones had to call Theo.

"What?"

"Stiles is drunk. Could you please come get him? We couldn't get him under control, Theo." Mason said.

"Where are you?" Theo sounded angry.

Mason told him the address and they ended the call.

"Theo sounded pissed off, Liam."

"Oh no... maybe Stiles didn't tell him he's at this party."

Liam and Mason looked over at Stiles, or rather, at where Stiles was.

"Where is he?!?" Mason shook Liam.

"I dunno! Wait, I'll try to sniff him out."

"You can't! You're drunk too. I told you not to lace it with wolfsbane!"

"I just wanted to unwind!"

Theo caught Liam and Mason arguing.

"Where's Stiles?"

"We dunno. He was just there!" Mason pointed at the spot.

Theo snarled and tried locating Stiles. He went through tons of drunk and sweaty teenagers just to have Stiles bump and stumble on him.

"Stiles! Hey, are you okay? What happened?" Theo hugged him.

"Theo, hey. I'm okay, nothing happened."

"What is it? Tell me." Theo was serious and firm. He could sense something was wrong. Stiles smells of panic.

"I... let's just leave, Theo. Please?" Stiles said, wiping his face with his palms.

"...Fine, but you'll tell me once we're out of here. Okay?"

Stiles kept nodding. So Theo drove them away from the party. Theo brought Stiles to his house. Before they got out of his truck, Theo pried the info out of Stiles.

"Uhm, Theo, don't go ballistic, okay? Nothing really happened. I was able to get away."

"Just tell me what it is." Theo has his eyes glowing gold by now.

"I... got a little drunk and this guy followed me to the restroom. He came onto me. But I kneed him on his balls and bailed out of there."

"Who... is the guy?" Theo snarled, fangs showing now.

"Theo! Calm down. I'm okay! I swear!"

"Who?!?" Theo kept asking.

"I don't know him, but I think he's a sophomore. Theo, this is why I didn't wanna tell you. Please, calm down. I don't want trouble. Please." Stiles was gripping Theo's hand. He knows what Theo can do.

Theo calmed himself down for Stiles. But he knows it isn't over for the guy.

"Okay, okay. Good... and why are you in that party anyways? Good thing Liam called me. They said you wouldn't listen to them."

"I just... I wanna go. I didn't do these things before, so I thought I'd do it now." Stiles admitted.

Theo closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Fine. But next time, tell me where you're going and I'll come with you."

"No way!"

"Stiles. I just don't want you to be taken advantage of. You can get drunk all you want in the party so long as I'm there."

"...Fine." Stiles agreed, it was fair. Theo is his boyfriend right now so, it was fair.

The next school day started and Theo continued being Stiles' boyfriend.

"Stiles! How are you?" Kira sat beside him at lunchtime.

"I'm good. Slept good." Stiles said as he ate the lunch Theo made for him.

"Really? That's nice. What's the reason?"

Stiles looked at Theo just getting into the cafeteria.

"Ooohh." Kira made a teasing tone.

"Hey! Kira stop that."

"Theo, huh? Is he a good boyfriend?"

"Well, so far. He wanted to make me healthy, he said. Eat right, sleep right."

"That's good then."

Theo approached their table, standing right next to Mason on Stiles' other side. Mason just stared at him. Theo stared right back at him.

Mason got it and moved. Theo was able to sit next to Stiles then.

"Where have you been? You're having late lunch." Stiles asked Theo beside him.

"Oh, I got us coffee." Theo placed the tumbler on the table.

So the day went by smoothly for everyone.

Except one student. The guy that came onto Stiles at the party.

It was said that he met an accident later that night. Avoiding a wolf, he told the deputies. But the deputies dismissed it because he was coming home from a party and was drunk, ruling the accident as self inflicted. He got it pretty bad, he's currently bedridden and wouldn't get out of the hospital for who knows how long.

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Stiles attended parties with Theo. And Theo did what he said. He allowed Stiles to do what he wanted. Drink and dance. But Theo always stops him if he's drank enough.

"I'm not drunk yet, Theo."

"I know, but I don't want you wasted."

Theo also looks after Stiles. If someone tried to get too close, Theo would be there to pull Stiles away.

"Let's go, Stiles. Now, you're drunk."

"I don't wanna go yet, Theo. I don't wanna go home today."

"Stiles... come on, we have to leave." Theo hugged Stiles.

And Stiles hugged him back. Theo grabbed Stiles by the butt and hoisted him up to his waist.

Stiles held onto Theo as the chimera carried him out of the party.

Theo brought Stiles to his house.

Theo sat Stiles in the kitchen and started cooking something for him. Stiles was sobering up a bit.

Theo set the soup in front of Stiles.

Stiles looked at it and... began to cry.

"How do you know?" Stiles was wiping his tears.

"I once ate that in your house when we were kids, Stiles."

Theo knew. Theo knew why Stiles didn't wanna go home. Why Stiles was so eager to get wasted.

"It's today, right? The day your mom died."

The soup is a Polish krupnik soup Stiles' mom always cooks for him while she was still alive and well. Stiles hasn't eaten that soup for years now.

Stiles kept crying and just nodded at Theo's question. Theo didn't speak anymore and just pulled Stiles into a warm and tight hug.

They stayed like that for a while.

"Stiles, come on. Eat the soup now or it'll go cold."

Stiles wiped his tears and started eating it. He glances at Theo every now and then. He really appreciated what Theo did today.

Theo guided him back to his room to sleep. Stiles was washed and changed into fresher clothes. He was lying down on the bed, staring at Theo.

"What is it, Stiles?"

"Nothing... just... thank you, Theo. For real."

"Don't worry about it. Boyfriend, remember?" Theo pointed to himself and was grinning.

"Yeah."

The next day, Stiles woke up regretting something.

Something he wished he did last night.

He wished he kissed Theo last night.

He stood up and listened to the light noises from the kitchen. He knew Theo was cooking. Probably their breakfast and their lunch for today.

Stiles decided to get a quick shower.

Stiles walked downstairs and watched Theo cook.

"Good morning, Stiles."

"Hey. Good morning, Theo."

"Come here." Theo called him near. He had set the pancakes on the table.

Stiles walked closer but didn't sit where Theo told him too. Instead he walked right over to Theo.

And kissed him.

On the lips.

"T-This is okay, right? Part of the boyfriend trial?" Stiles asked shyly. Theo was visibly surprised. Theo didn't really expect that.

"Of course." Theo leaned in again for another kiss. "I see, kissing is ready, huh?"

"Yeah." Stiles kissed him back, again. "Kissing unlocked."

-+-+-+ (to be continued) +-+-+- part 3 here

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[lavishedinjimin]

Crybaby - 3 (m)

— synopsis: he calls you crybaby, crybaby. but you don’t fucking care.

alt: Jungkook doesn’t want to leave you.

↳ pairing: jungkook x reader

↳ genre: smut, fluff

↳ rating: r-18/18+

↳ word count: 12k

↳ warnings: the usual dom!jk x sub! reader, ddlg themes, reader is small in height, degrading terms, he’s aggressive this chapter YIKES, jungkook gets turned on seeing you cry, manhandling, uses of rope and a vibrator, kinky sex, size kink, multiple orgasms, rough intercourse, jk’s a sadist, throat fucking, dirty talk, teasing, very possessive jk, and aftercare!!! there’s also some tooth melting fluff to (hopefully) balance everything out ;)

A/n: Before anything else, I want to repeat saying that everything written here is purely fictional, consensual, and doesn’t mirror the mentioned artists’ personality in real life.

Jungkook thinks you’re the most adorable person in the entire world.

“How did you even fall in love with me?” you ask innocently, resting your head on his lap as you both let Edward Scissorhands play in the background. You didn’t even want to watch it in the first place but of course, a little bit of his desperate ‘please’ and puppy eyes always wins your meek heart.

He wraps his hand around your jaw, leaning down to kiss your lips tenderly. Giggling from the sudden impromptu kiss, you feel his soft, supple lips fondle with your own so gingerly. His grip on you tightens before he pulls away with a smirk, noticing the blush on your cheeks.

“So suddenly, baby?” Jungkook mutters as he feeds you a spoonful of Reese’s ice cream he holds in one hand. Looking down at your endearing face, he replies, “Don’t you remember our arcade date? That’s when I confessed my love to you.”

“Yeah, but…” you ponder, “Did you plan it all along?”

Jungkook shuts his eyes before giggling, his dimples peeking through his cheeks. Watching black strands of hair fall down right in front of his eyes as you gaze at him in confusion. Jungkook just sits there. “Well, there’s this exact moment when I knew that I just had to make you mine.”

With your eyes slowly expanding, you try to hide the smile that was slowly creeping up your face. He places the spoon inside the tub, letting his hand stroke your delicate cheek. “Wanna know what it was, baby girl?”

The way how fast you nodded your head was a little bit embarrassing. He grins nonetheless, “So…”

*flashback*

“Y/n,” Jungkook’s arm snakes around your waist before he tugs you closer to him. He gazes down at you with a smile before he points to the shelf full of toys and stuffed animals. “Which one do you like?”

Gulping, you stare at him with furrowed eyebrows, “Why?”

He doesn’t hesitate to answer, “Because I’m gonna win as many tickets as I possibly can to get it for you.”

You didn’t know how to respond for your shyness takes over you once again. On the other hand, Jungkook finds this so charming about you.

“The pink penguin…perhaps?” you mumble.

Jungkook immediately walks closer to approach the male employee behind the counter and inquires, “Excuse me, but how many tickets to get that penguin over there?”

You giggle as you watch how serious he looked as if talking about a huge business deal with his arms crossed together.

The man replies with a bright smile, “1500 tickets, that is!”

“That’s a lot—” you exhale.

“Let’s go, Y/n!” he abruptly pulls you by the arm and tugs you along with him, “I’m gonna get that lil’ penguin for you, baby.”

Your heart swells at the petname. It wasn’t his first time saying it, you just can’t get used to it.

Even though this was the fifth date, the post-nervousness was still there. Before he picked you up from work, your hands were sweating bizarrely. It wasn’t like you weren’t comfortable with him, no, you were always at ease when you’re with him. The reason for the nervousness was you haven’t been in a relationship with someone for so long, and Jungkook has his bars set up high. 

Plus, it was overwhelming in a good way; Jungkook was the confident type and he likes to display how much he adores you – either in private or public places, he didn’t care. As long as he can properly show how much he likes you.  

The arcade has a very 80s feel to it, with a color scheme of mostly red, yellow, and blue. It was lively and has a fun atmosphere going around. Children were running around with their parents, eager to search for another machine to take over, teenage boys were competing against each other in a game of Tekken, and a lot of girls were having a blast inside the Karaoke rooms. 

While time goes on in the arcade, you never realized that he was super competitive. “Y/n, I’m gonna beat this record, watch me.” He says in a deep tone as though wanting to sound serious, stretching his arms to prepare for the punching machine.

“Are you sure?” you chuckle as you hold all of you two’s well-earned tickets from the past hours, “The record is 877. Are you even strong enough?”

You could’ve sworn to yourself that it was an innocent, genuine question. But Jungkook, on the other hand, turns behind to look at you with those dark yet sensual eyes. He precipitously cracks his knuckles, succeeding to intimidate you.

“What a weird question, Y/n,” he says sarcastically with a smirk daubed on his face, “I don’t think you know how powerful I am, babe.”

As soon as those words left his lips, he turns back around in a flash, swinging his right arm with all his might until his fist crashes against the punching bag. You let out a loud gasp, mouth forming into a beaming wide grin as the machine slightly thuds from the harsh impact.

Still, he doesn’t look at the score and he looks at you with a cocky grin, boldly spreading his arms out.

“Kook—” you snort.

“What did I tell you, Y/n? I’m the strongest man you know.”

“Sure but,” you cover your mouth to prevent yourself from laughing too loud, “You s-scored 878!”

Jungkook whips around instantly. Surely, surely he didn’t win by only 1 single point! He groans and stomps his foot like a little child. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

You couldn’t control your laughter anymore as you reach out to him, hugging his body from behind. Jungkook throws his head back in despair while he places his hands on top of yours. Your hug felt warm and soft, feeling your cheek pressed up against him. Jungkook turns you around until he was face to face with you.

“You’re so small,” he practically whispers underneath his breath. He places his long, slender index finger below your chin and tilts your head up. Then with his other hand, he uses it to remove the lost strands of hair away from your face. “So fucking cute.”

You can’t help but look away as your body freezes in place. And once again, you feel yourself wanting to crawl into a little ball and hide from everyone from how tough he was staring at you. There was a fuzzy, fiery feeling going on inside your system that you can’t seem to handle.

“Nuh-uh, keep those pretty eyes on me.” He applies just the right amount of force on your chin and angles your head to look up.

Your breathing almost stops at that single sentence.

Jungkook looked like as if numerous of thoughts were running through his brain. His eyes were not only fixated on yours but were darting all over. He memorizes the pattern on your face; the distance between your nose to your mouth, the little creases near your eyes, your moles, and even the little pimples you had on your temples, he thinks you’re so beautiful. Too beautiful to handle.

‘How can a person look so perfect?’ He asks himself.

“Kook?”

Oh, how soft your voice is. His mouth curves into a gentle smile for he can’t help himself but pull you closer.

“Hm?”

“People are staring.”

Jungkook scoffs quietly, “Let them stare, Y/n. This is our world and they’re just living in it.”

You had a tough, long day at work and this date really made your day better. You were laughing and having fun with Jungkook the whole time, experiencing one of the most enjoyable days you’ve ever had. It was as if all of your problems went away whenever you’re with him. You and he played almost every game in the arcade, except for the Dance Dance machine which was sadly under maintenance. You were really looking forward to beating him in Dance Revolution because he insists that he’s a good dancer. He has yet to prove that to you! 

“Yes! I won!” You yelled, turning your hands into a fist after successfully beating Jungkook at the Hockey table. He chuckles when you stuck your tongue out at him like a child.

“I obviously allowed you to win that one, babe,” he playfully rolls his eyes. “I mean, you have to win at least something, right?”

“Hey!” you pout, treading heavily to his side. Jungkook gawks down at you with his brows raised. “I won because I’m good at it, okay?”

“Aww,” he teases, “Alright then little one. Say whatever you want.”

“You’re so,” you gulp, “so m-mean.”

Jungkook looks around the arcade, zooming his eyes all over the place until he spots an ice-cream seller just outside the building.

An idea pops up inside his mind.

“I’ll treat you some ice cream, how’s that?”

He notices how your eyes glimmer as if little shining stars replaced your pupils. You nod frantically.

“Yeah? Alright, wait for me here, okay? And in the meantime, how about you turn in all of our tickets, and let’s see if we can get the penguin stuffie.”

“Okay,” you jitter excitedly, holding the stack of tickets tighter. You watch him walk out of the area, catching the way he pulls out his black leather wallet from the back pocket of his jeans.

Making your way down the hallway to the main entrance where the ticket eaters are, you smile at a couple of strangers who had their eyes on you. When you arrived, you can’t take your eyes off of the shelves full of plushies. Especially the pink penguin that you were after. You had an instinct to squint your eyes at the toy as if having a little staring contest with it while the machine consumes and counts all of the tickets.

After a little while, you hear Jungkook’s voice calling your name.

“Y/n!” he shouts, holding up two cookies and cream ice cream cones, “come, come!”

You sprinted. You didn’t know why you were so excited to get the ice cream, leaving the tickets counting all alone behind you.

“Yaaay! Ice cr—oomph!” 

There was a step slightly higher towards the exit and your feet immediately collides against it. Like a quick wisp of air, your body smashes upon the hard, cold cemented floor. A loud, painful cry escapes your lips as you close your eyes, trying to endure the building pain on your forearms and knees.

‘This is so embarrassing!’ you say in your mind, struggling to regain your composure. 

People around you looked, some tried to hide their obvious laughter by covering their mouths, but none helped.

Jungkook saw everything. Quickly handing the ice cream back to the vendor, saying that ‘he’ll come back for it’, he dashes to where you are and handles your fallen body with utmost care.

“Hey, hey baby,” he whispers, placing his hands on your underarms to lift you up with ease, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

His heart drops to his stomach right when you looked up at him with your big, teary eyes.

“Oh god,” Jungkook’s voice weakens, “No, no, don’t cry baby girl, don’t cry…”

You were so humiliated. You shouldn’t have run so fast like that, you should’ve watched your step! Now everyone will look at you weirdly!

Whimpering when Jungkook makes you walk, you shake your head to show that it hurts as you try to hold back your tears. “Ohh, Y/n,” he sighs before he lifts you up, and carries you to a nearby brown bench just outside the arcade. He crouches before you, “Does your knees hurt, hmm?” his hands caress your exposed legs up and down, trying his best to soothe you.

Biting your lip, you nod slowly.

“Aw, goodness,” he leans closer to you and kisses your forehead, “What did you do, huh? You should’ve been more careful and watched your step.” He clicks his tongue, making a ‘tsk’ sound, “Good thing there’s no scratches.”

The stern, strict tone of his voice caused you to look away and hang your head low. “S-Sorry…” you sniffed.

A single tear flows out of your right eye and it slowly treads down your cheek. Jungkook was quick to notice, wiping your tear away with his thumb. “Hey, it’s okay baby.” He reaches your hand and gives it a little kiss, “Don’t cry now, hmm? Look at me,” he tilts your head up with a single finger underneath your chin, “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re okay, you’re with me.”

You only stared at him with glossy eyes, not giving a reply. However, Jungkook’s mind comes up with a plan. “Wait here Y/n, okay? I’ll be right back.”

“No!” you whine, shaking your head. Your hands grab onto his muscular biceps as you try to pull him closer.

He chuckles quietly and holds your face in his big, warm hands, his eyes staring deep into yours. “I won’t be going far, baby girl, I’m not leaving you alone, yeah? Stay here for me, I’ll be back in a quick second.” With a final kiss on top of your head, he shuffles back inside the arcade, leaving you alone on the bench while the soft, supple air kisses your skin. The wind whooshes your hair to one side, causing a few strands to get caught in your mouth. You hiked your knees up to your stomach, hugging yourself in search of comfort.

You never want to go inside that arcade ever again.

A few moments have passed and you see Jungkook walking back to you with a huge grin on his face, hands behind his back as if hiding something.

Your mood instantly picks up again when he surprises you with the soft, pink penguin stuffie, handing it over to you with a big smile. You eagerly reached your arms out to grab for the toy, but he doesn’t give it to you just yet. 

“Uh-uh, promise me you won’t be sad anymore?”

“I promise!” you giggle, eyes laid still on the penguin. “Gimme!”

“Right,” he sighs amusingly, “Here you go, babe.” Jungkook laughs from how fast you snatched the stuffie away from him. He looks at you with love as you cuddled the toy in your arms, pressing your cheeks against it.

In the meantime, he leaves you to get the ice creams that the vendor was still keeping an eye on the entire time. Jungkook pays him and apologizes for the wait, before coming back to you with two cones in each hand.

“Ice cream,” he gives you your cone, “for my crybaby.”

Jungkook, somehow – as crazy as it may sound – feels his chest warming up from the sight of you. How come he likes seeing you this way? Something about taking care of you drives his heart pounding. Was it because you look so cute, yet so vulnerable? Or was it his caretaking, nurturing personality that was beginning to emerge? Whatever it was, Jungkook was fond of it.

Jungkook walks you back home, his hand intertwined with yours, while you carry your penguin toy that you named Perry. 

“Perry?” Jungkook chuckles amusingly, “Like Perry the Platypus?” 

“Nope!” you shake your head with a serious glint in your face, “Perry the Pink Penguin!” 

“Well that’s just horrific.” 

The air around the two of you was great – it wasn’t hot nor cold either. You two had little sweet talks and short conversations here and there as your shoes brush along the paved sidewalks.

When you both end up in your doorstep, you bid Jungkook goodbye. “Thank you for today, Kook,” you speak shyly, “And um, for this—” you refer to the penguin stuffie. He chuckles but not a word has been spoken. So you continue, “I-I also want to say sorry… for uh… because you had to see me cry…”

“No, no, it’s alright with me,” Jungkook quickly reassures you, enveloping your small figure into a hug, leaning down so that his chin rests on top of your head. “It doesn’t bother me. In fact, uh, Y/n?”

You raise your brows, pulling out of the hug to stare at him, “Yeah?”

Jungkook gulps the ball that has been formed in his throat, looking away from your beautiful face for a moment before recollecting his thoughts, “I’ve…I’ve thought about this for a while now. Like a really long time.”

You listen with your mouth slightly agape, watching him get a little flustered.

“I really really fucking like you, Y/n. I know you know that already.”

Your heart beats a little faster.

“And I want to spend more time with you. There’s not a day where I don’t think about you. Almost every second of my mind is filled with you and your pretty smile. I w-want to treat you and take care of you everyday without having to think twice. So, uh, if you want can you…can you be my girl—”

“Yes!”

Jungkook was taken aback from your quick reply. His eyes slightly expand as the corner of his lips curve up, “Yes?”

“Yes! I-I’ll be your girlfriend.”

Jungkook’s heart was filled with joy and ecstasy for he was so glad that you felt the same way. He lifts your body up and spins you around, causing you to squeal and hold onto his shoulders.

“You’re mine now, Y/n. Fucking finally.”

*end of flashback*

“What do you mean?! So the entire time we were playing games at that arcade… the moment you fell in love with me was when I cried because I tripped?!” You bellowed, sitting up straight on the couch as Jungkook laughs his ass off from your reaction.

“Well, obviously it’s not only that! That moment just sticks to my mind a lot. You’re too adorable when you cry.” Jungkook smirks on the last sentence, having two meanings behind it. 

You huff, standing up to head to the bedroom. “Hey, where are you going baby?” With him still giggling, he tries to catch your arm.

“Bedroom! I’m scared of Edward Scissorhands. You’re weird, Jungkook.”

“I’ll be with you after I finish my ice cream!”

Being a graphic designer can be challenging yet enjoyable at the same time. You get to do what you love which was drawing and editing digital photos, yet the only downfall was that you had to work in an office building. Being an introvert, having a lot of people around your workplace was a lot to get used to.

But thankfully, you have Jimin.

Not only is he one of your best friends, but he was also a senior designer who is assigned to you – his inferior.

Sometimes you two can’t even get a single thing done because all you both did was fool around your office, instead of him guiding you and teaching you the ropes.

“Hey, Y/n!” Jimin gleams as he walks inside the office room, hands in his pockets. He was wearing black fitted pants and a white long-sleeved shirt tucked inside. “Have you ate yet?”

You stretch your arms out, twisting your body side to side to crack your bones. “Uh, yeah! I ate two cups of ramen before you got here.”

He smiles at you, “That’s good. Anyway, are we still working on the designs for our Christmas calendar?” Jimin sits across from you, eyeing all of the scattered papers filled with colorful drawings.

“Mhm! This is my fourth edit. Director didn’t like my designs,” you pout.

“That’s why you need my help, Y/n.” He speaks slowly with his eyes squinting, enunciating his words, “Me and no one else.”

“Sure.” You roll your eyes.

“That’s no way to talk to your superior!”

Meanwhile, Jungkook tilts his head to the side in dismay when he gets stuck in the long traffic. He was on the way to your office building to pick you up from work, but of course, it just had to be a busy Monday today. No cars were moving even a single inch, the whole highway motionless that causes Jungkook to zone out a little bit.

Zoning out isn’t a good move for Jungkook for he tends to think about the most ridiculous, absurd things ever.

But suddenly, as if his thoughts were infatuated by a demon, the image of your sobbing, fucked-out face flashes in his mind. He unconsciously bites on his lower lip, remembering how much your little body shuddered, and how you keep withering around the bed from even the slightest of touch.

“Shit,” Jungkook breathes out, feeling uncomfortable in his seat. He shuffles around until he finds a good position, sensing a tightness in his pants. He recalls how he got so turned on just from your sensitivity, the way you were whimpering and trying your best to hold back your tears.

Knowing that he’s the only person that can make you cry from having sex really strokes his ego. Before he had you, he didn’t know that he had a kink for making his significant other cry during intercourse. 

It may be just the sadistic side of him getting fueled up whenever he sees your tears, he can’t explain how much it drives him wild.

Jungkook smirks while he rests his elbow on the car door as his fingers play with his lip. He’s cocky about the fact that he can make you sob and quiver like that. Make you turn so fucking submissive and obedient for him, letting him take over and control your frail, poor body.

He remembers the first time he discovers your filthy kinks and fantasies, how baffled he was to know that an innocent, shy girl like you can be so wild. It was always the ones you don’t expect to have a freaky side.

Jungkook grunts as his hand grip the steering wheel a little tighter, knuckles turning white. He chuckles to himself as the raging boner hardens beneath his black ripped jeans, almost being a little too painful to bear. He hears your cries of pleasure ringing in his ears, the way you whimpered so cutely every time, your sobs growing louder and louder, he loves those noises. Thankfully, the traffic eases up and cars finally move.

“Oh, Y/n,” Jungkook mutters whilst shaking his head, “What an angel you are.”

If it weren’t for the traffic lights that always reminded him to slow down, Jungkook would’ve driven in light-speed just to see you again. His dirty thoughts that won’t go away was making him impatient and hornier. 

When he successfully arrives at the building, he speed-walks to the elevator, heading to the second floor. Jungkook taps his foot impatiently, crossing his arms together. “Fucking hell,” he grunts as his mind keeps repeating images of your cute body trying to take his dick, how your legs shake, or the way your eyes couldn’t keep themselves open from the pleasure he was giving you. He sighs with a little grin on his face, “Why am I like this?”

The door opens and he makes his way to your area, knowing which hallways and turns he has to make thanks from his previous visits. He makes long, quick strides until he finally reaches your office.

But the excited smile that was once planted in his face fades away when he spots you from outside the window, with Jimin behind you. Jungkook feels his body tense when Jimin leans his body from behind, his arms trapping your upper body with his cheek pressed against your face.

“What the fuck?”

Jungkook’s blood boils and he feels himself getting enraged. Why were you letting him touch you like that? He knows that Jimin’s only a friend, but he was not supposed to act all touchy like that with a girl who’s already taken. It made Jungkook furious to see some other man holding his girl like that – for he was supposed to be the only one. The only arms that are supposed to wrap around your body are his.

He tries to calm down. Jungkook really does attempt to calm down but his nerves don’t stop heating up. With a shaky exhale, he grabs his phone from his back pocket and calls your number to test if you’ll pick up.

“Oh, wait, is that your phone?” Jimin asks, “Someone’s calling you.”

You giggle while you make your way to the desk while dragging Jimin behind you. Your phone displayed Jungkook’s name – although it made your heart skip a beat – you declined the call.

“Huh,” Jungkook scoffs, smirking wrathfully. He doesn’t even try to wonder why you didn’t pick up. He feels irritated and all the flirty, playful mood he once had was gone in a single moment.

You jump in surprise when the door swings open, revealing a very angry Jungkook making his way to your desk. Jimin instantly distances himself away from you.

“B-Babe!” you laugh nervously, palms getting sweaty. You quickly glance at Jimin, sending him a worried look before turning your attention back to Jungkook. Your boyfriend stands tall across the desk with his arms crossed, glaring at you with a lifted eyebrow. “You’re here e-early!”

He doesn’t reply.

Unwillingly, you clasp your hands behind your back and your head hangs low from Jungkook’s intimidating, hard glare, falling right into submission. You gulp from the immense tension that builds up in the room.

“Uh…I’ll be heading off—” Jimin says, making his way to the exit but Jungkook doesn’t speak a single word to him, nor to you. 

You take this chance to gather all of your belongings, packing your laptop, tablet, and shoving all of your papers inside your tote bag in a rush. 

“So we’re allowed to let other people touch us, hmm, Y/n?” He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. His head was tilted up although his gaze looks down on you. 

“I-It doesn’t mean anything!” you feel your knees getting wobbly, wanting to just disappear from the harsh look he was giving you. 

He rolls his eyes, “Of fucking course it doesn’t. But tell me, Y/n, if it were the other way around. If you saw some other girl’s face pressed against fucking mine while she had her arms around me, would you like it?” With your feet shuffling against the floor in fear, you look away from him. “Huh? Would you like seeing some other girl in your place?” 

“No.” 

“No. That’s correct. So I have the right to be fucking angry.” 

Jungkook rushes forward, “Why didn’t you answer your phone, hmm?” he slams his hand on the desk, causing you to gasp. “Y/n?”

While your eyes look down on the ground, you can hear the heel of his boots clicking against the floor, walking closer to you. The air that surrounds the two of you immediately thickens, and you weren’t a fan of the tense atmosphere at all.

“I was w-working—”

“Bullshit.” He grips your jaw tightly in one hand, forcing you to angle your head up and look at him. “Don’t fucking lie to me.”

Your heart clenches and drops down to the floor from the stringent attitude of his voice. You mewl when he tightens his grip and feverishly rattles your head side to side. “Use your fucking words.”

“I…w-was…” you stammer, “talking with Jimin.” Instant regret fills your mind and body for even being so close with Jimin when you should’ve answered his call. “I’m sorry—!”

“Save your sorry’s for later. I won’t be accepting your apologies soon enough, brat.”

He releases his grip on you and walks away without sparing you another glance. “We’ve been together for so long, Y/n. Haven’t you learned that I don’t like it when other men oggle you up?” Jungkook turns back around, lifting the hems of his long-sleeves so that it exposes his forearms. “If I wasn’t here, you would’ve allowed him to keep touching you like that, right? Yes or no?” 

You immediately shake your head, “N-No!” 

“No? Really...” he laughs darkly, “Please, Y/n, I wasn’t born yesterday. Since he’s ‘just a friend’ I still think you would’ve let him touch you. I know you, I see right past your fucking lies.” 

He wasn’t wrong, and you feel so guilty. So guilty that all you wanted to do was to hug him and apologize, but you know that it isn’t easy. 

“Head down to the car. Don’t make me wait for you because if not, I’m gonna fucking leave you here.” He brushes his long hair back and with that, he was gone.

A chill came running down your spine and you immediately follow right behind his footsteps.

The car ride back home was quiet and you didn’t like the silence at all. You were trying to force yourself to talk, say sorry so that everything will hopefully go back to normal. But there was as if a thick wall separating the two of you.

“Babe?” you whisper meekly, your hand nervously playing with the hem of your thigh-high stockings. Jungkook clenches his jaw yet he doesn’t respond.

A pout creeps up your lips instinctively, “I’m really really sorry…”

No response.

You feel a heavy burden in your heart, upsetting you even more because he was giving you the silent treatment. Jungkook has never ignored you like this before, not even in your most heated argument. Looking at his face in hopes that he’ll at least give you a single glance, you depict how his eyebrows were furrowed and eyes straight ahead on the road. “Kook, please talk to me—”

Your words got cut off when the engine suddenly roars loudly and the car accelerates, your body going in a state of shock as Jungkook shifts the gear. He steps on the pedal and the car goes from a steady 60 to 80 miles per hour.

“Jungkook! S-Slow down!” your left hand reaches out to grab a hold of his own hand, but he was quick to shove it away, leaving you sad and whining in your seat.

Jungkook clicks his tongue, “The faster we get back home, the quicker I can punish you.” He says without looking at you.

Your core jumps and twists at his demeaning words, feeling confused yet excited at the same time. Unintentionally, you clench your thighs together as his hot, sultry voice resonates throughout the car.

“You can smile all you want right now baby,” he mutters, “Gonna wipe that cheeky little grin on your face later when I force your orgasms out of you.”

“Put your hands against the wall,” Jungkook immediately commands after he drags you to his bedroom. He stands tall behind you, watching your poor figure slowly obeying his words. His lips curve up when he studies your body, already trembling in fear. This feeds unto his primal, dominant desires to take over you and ruin you. Your little hands touch the cold walls with your back slightly arched, already knowing what’s about to come.

Jungkook’s dick throbs in just the sight of the combination of your skirt and thigh-highs. He doesn’t hesitate to firmly grasp your ass cheek below the flimsy material with his big hand, causing a whimper to fall off your lips. “Look at this fucking outfit you have,” he muses, “If it weren’t for that sweater you have on, I would’ve said that you look so much like a fucking slut.”

“Jungkook—”

He suddenly blows a hard slap, “That’s not my name. Huh, you really wanna disobey daddy?”

You whimper, “N-No.”

He hikes your skirt up to expose more of your plump ass, landing another harsh spank that caused your body to jolt, eyes fluttering shut from the sting. “No? Isn’t it disrespectful to ignore daddy’s phone-calls?” he hits your ass again, harder, his muscles flexing. “Tell me, what was Jimin doing that he just need to fucking put his hands all over you with his head so fucking close to yours, huh?”

Your eyes instantly start to become glossy from the solid, rough slaps on your tender ass cheeks. Chewing on your bottom lip, you try your best to cover your little sniffs.

Within a quick second, Jungkook flips you around until your back was pressed firmly against the wall, his hand wrapped around your throat. You hitch your breath up from the aggressive behavior, how his eyes were quick to scan your body up and down like a predator. “You’re not gonna answer me?” he scoffs, “Fucking god – you love to make daddy mad, don’t you? Acting like such a bitch.”

Furiously shaking your head side to side, you disagree with his statement. Jungkook is scary when he’s angry – even though it can be seen as hot sometimes – you never want to make him mad on purpose!

“T-That’s not true, daddy!” your bottom lip faintly quivers as your eyes can’t seem to focus on him.

Jungkook’s eyebrows raise up, giving you a mocking expression, “Ohh really, baby?” the grip on your throat tightens, making you gasp for air, “You don’t like making me angry? When in fact that I know you like being punished like this. You like daddy manhandling your frail, little body, and letting him ruin it in every possible way. Are you gonna lie and tell me that that isn’t true, hm? ”

You didn’t know what to answer. Your chest heaves up and down in panic while you release a quiet, little mewl in desperation. Jungkook – somehow – finds that adorable; how your big, teary eyes look up at him in utter fear of what’s about to come.

He smirks as he leans down to your height, your faces so close to each other as his lips barely graze against yours. You can feel his hot breath upon you, the warmness of his body resonating. 

With a low, almost gravelly voice, he asks you; “Do you not talk?”

Those words seem awfully familiar…

Gulping nervously, you tremble, “I-I can…”

“You can? Sorry darling, I just needed to make sure because you seem to be silent every time I ask a goddamn question. Now, get on the fucking bed.”

Jungkook watches you scramble and obey his command, the cold mattress rubs against your skin from the air conditioning. He stands at the edge of the bed, watching you with primal eyes. “Undress.”

“W-What?”

“I said what I said. Strip,” he crosses his arms, revealing his toned biceps, “Leave your skirt and stockings on. Remove everything except those.”

You can’t seem to look at his eyes because you were afraid that you were going to melt when you do so. You tug your sweater up, your skin exposing to the air that surrounds the two of you, followed by your bra. Your boyfriend sees your cute hardened nipples, making him smirk a little bit.

“Now your panties, go on.”

Before you can even yank your undergarment down, Jungkook speaks, “Look at me while you do so. You’ve been avoiding my eyes all this time.”

Jungkook barely hears the quiet whimper that emits your mouth while your eyes finally lock onto his. Wanting to tease you furthermore, he sends you a cocky smirk with a quick raise of his brow as you pulled your panties down.

His breath almost hitches up from the sight of you, all naked except those kinky pairs of stockings and skirt. He wonders if you specifically wore them just to tease him, heck, was it even appropriate for your work? Even so, he’s glad that he’s the only person to see you like this, so beautiful and ready to be ruined.

You wonder if he’s going to crawl on the bed with you and touch you, waiting for him to make a move but nothing happens. You look up at him expectantly with wide eyes as your hands timidly fumble with your skirt.

“Touch yourself.”

Your heart sinks to your stomach. Did you hear him correctly? Like... does he really want you to play with yourself right in front of him? You can feel your tummy do backflips from his words while you instantly turn shy once again.

“Fucking hell, is one instruction not enough for that brain of yours to comprehend? I said—,” he leans down to grab your thighs, forcing your legs apart with vigor, exposing your cunt all to his eyes. “—touch yourself.”

You whine when he suddenly crawls on top of you, arms on either side of your figure to support himself up, his face hovering above yours. He leans down and whispers in your ear, “Bring your hand down, little girl, and play with your pussy the way daddy does.”

Without angering him further, you obey and brought your hand down to touch your clit. Jungkook never removes his eye-contact as he watches your face slowly contort in pleasure. With two fingers, you gently circled your clit, making your mouth part open from the meek pleasure. “O-Ohh,” you can feel your wet lips when you dragged your fingers along them.

You feel so embarrassed masturbating in front of him like this. Jungkook chuckles and kneels in front of you, placing his knees in between your spread legs to watch how you play with your cunt. You moan when he finally grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it up, revealing his toned body for your eyes to see. This encouraged you to rub your clit faster, but it just wasn’t enough.

“Daddy…” you whine, “please...”

Jungkook notices the frown that was beginning to form your lips, but instead of feeling bad, he takes the opportunity to degrade you. “What is it, baby? Hm? Do you even know how to touch your pussy?” he teases, “Do you still fuckin’ need daddy’s help?”

You don’t even care if you look pitiful, shaking your head up and down. “Y-Yes, please touch m-me…” you say with a quiet voice. As you continue to masturbate, Jungkook sees how your body trembles, knowing that it wants more.

But sadly, you look too good in this position that you’re in. Your skirt hiked up to your abdomen while your toes curl in desperation. Jungkook lightly scoffs as he doesn’t hesitate to palm his rock-hard cock through his jeans. “Mmm, I would if you had been a good girl. But daddy wants you to cum with your own fingers, prove to me that you’re a big girl who can fucking cum without my help.”

You release an exasperated groan, arching your back in utter need. Jungkook was cruel to do this to you, as he definitely knows how much you prefer his own fingers on your juicy little pussy.

The sight was boosting his ego, whether he likes it or not. He observes how your cute, middle finger tries to insert itself inside your tight little hole, earning a loud moan from you. Jungkook sees your arousal dripping down from your entrance, the glistering liquid running down to your ass. You were so wet, and he was dying to taste you. Jungkook feels his dominance taking over as his patience was wearing thin, wanting to shove your hands away and just take over. It frustrates him how desperate you make him feel without even trying.

You finger yourself with one hand, as the other continues to rub your clit. You try to remember how Jungkook does it, your mind trying to reminisce his techniques, making you distracted from your own pleasure. It doesn’t even feel half as good as his! You let out a loud, frustrated whine, feeling your eyes well up with tears once again.

“I-I can’t,” you sniff, a tear rolling down your cheek as you try your best to make yourself feel good, “Please, daddy I need y-you!”

Jungkook leans forward as he wipes your tears with his thumb, licking his lips slowly while he watches you with a sensual look. “What do you need from daddy, hm?”

You groan, hating how much he can torture you like this. Your breathing was already unstable and your mind was thinking of ways on how you can make him touch you. “I need your fingers, daddy – please? I can’t cum like this,” you shake your head desperately, “I can’t.”

“Holy fucking shit, I think I need to get a new baby girl. One who knows how to pleasure herself without my help.”

“No!” you yell, closing your eyes as more tears wells up, “N-No! I-I’m sorry I just can’t…”

Jungkook almost feels bad. Almost.

“That’s sad, baby girl. If you can’t cum then don’t try anymore.” He abruptly spanks your inner thigh, leaving you crying for more, “You’ve been a bad girl today and you’ve got to endure your punishment.”

Jungkook tugs your hands away and your pussy clenches from the sour loss. “Keep crying, slut, this is what you deserve.” He stands up from the bed and makes his way to the closet to get something. You obediently lay there with a frown as you wiped your eyes, ogling his broad, muscular back in the meantime.

When he was taking up more time than you wanted, you kicked your legs impatiently while whining.

He smirks, rolling his eyes, “Impatient, I see?” After that, he swiftly turns around to reveal a red-colored rope, dangling it side to side for a little tease.

“What are you g-gonna do with that?” you ask with wide, glossy eyes.

Jungkook walks back to you with that signature sultry yet teasing look, making you anticipate what’s about to come even more.

“Daddy’s gonna tie your hands behind your back until your wrists bruise, little one.”

Your core throbs from the image he paints in your mind, how the rope would probably scratch against your skin, and how turned on he would be from the sight of you struggling. Jungkook motions you to turn around with a little spin of his finger. You kneel, looking away from him while he grabs your wrists together in one hand. The arrogant smirk doesn’t wipe off of his face as he ties the rope around your hands, whimpering when he pulls it tight. 

“Is that too tight baby girl?” he asks, stopping himself from laughing, “Does it hurt?”

You sniff, “A l-little bit.”

“Good. I was actually planning to bind your legs together as well, but I don’t think you can handle that anymore.” He says behind you, “I don’t think your precious body can handle being daddy’s little ropebunny.”

With his words, you turn your head to look at him with a confused expression, “Rope…ropebunny?”

Jungkook chuckles and nods his head once.

“What does that mean, daddy?”

Jungkook’s heart swell, “Means that you’re letting me tie you up, restraint your body with rope – and letting daddy do whatever he fucking wants to you. Bruise your skin until it hurts too much. If maybe you weren’t such a crybaby and a sensitive little bitch then I would’ve done that to you by now.”

He doesn’t let you reply as he gives your ass a loud, stinging spank using the palm of his right hand. You whimper in pain, closing your eyes for a mere second as your mouth parts.

“Head down, ass up. Now.”

You do as you’re told, and not going to lie, your heart was doing backflips from the nervousness and intimidation of the position that you’re in. Your ass and cunt were so exposed, allowing him to see how wet you are. Your cheeks pressed against the sheets, tilted to the side so that you can at least see a portion of his figure behind you. Although you release a loud cry when he suddenly lands a slap directly on your throbbing clit. Your hands instinctively moved to grab onto something, but the rope was preventing them from doing so.

“Daddy—!” He slaps your pussy again, this time harder. He slides his index finger down your wet slick, teasingly prodding against your entrance that causes your arousal to gush.

“God, you’re so fucking noisy. I’d put a gag in that loud mouth of yours to shut you up, but daddy loves your cute whimpers too much.”

You dig your nails onto your palm when Jungkook finally plays with your pussy, using two fingers to gently – barely rub your clit. The tip of his index and middle finger brushes against your throbbing clit, using the slightest bit of pressure. He bites his lip from the way you wiggle your ass, desperate for more. “You can’t even masturbate without my assistance, fucking hell,” he muses, “did it embarrass you, huh?”

“Mhmm,” you hum meekly, grinding your teeth together because you needed more friction, and you were too afraid to tell him.

“Yeah?” Jungkook smirks, “You had to cry like a pathetic little bitch, too.” Without a warning, he easily shoves his middle finger in, making you arch your back painfully, drawing a loud squeal. He starts pumping it in and out at a fast pace. The wet squelching noise that your cunt makes, paired with your moans was music to his ears. “I guess it feels better when daddy plays with your pussy, right slut?”

When you don’t answer immediately, too focused on the pleasure, he inserts two more fingers in – stretching your pussy. You gasp loudly, his long, slender fingers reaching the most intimate places inside of you. Jungkook bites his lip harshly, getting so turned on from your sweet moans and whines. 

“Y-Yeah… yes daddy – oww fuck – it feels much better,” even though your mind was filled in lust and can’t think of anything else but the way he was furiously pumping three fingers in and out of you, you answer him in fear that his punishment will turn way worse. His three fingers were almost too much for your hole to handle, making your hips tremble as it tries to accommodate the girth. 

“Who owns your pussy, hm?” he uses his other unoccupied hand to rub and pinch your clit, providing you with overstimulation of pleasure. His fingers reach deeper until it hits your g-spot, making your toes curl while you once again tear up. He growls, “Who fucking owns you?”

“You!” you moan, vision getting blurry, “You own me d-daddy…” you can already feel yourself coming close to an orgasm – one thing you can’t do with your own fingers. Your stomach tightens and tightens, waiting for your oh-so needed release. You sob onto the sheets, eyes closed in desperation.

“Good thing you know—” but he suddenly pulls his hands away, leaving you shaking and breathless. “This is my cunt and I get to do whatever I want with it.”

“No!” you groan in frustration from the denied orgasm, eyebrows furrowing as your legs shake, “Fuck y-you.”

Jungkook’s ears pick up the words you muttered.

“What was that?” He roughly wraps his hand around your neck and forces your upper body to lift up. You start to panic as Jungkook chokes you, “What the fuck did you say, hm? Getting fucking bold today, aren’t we?”

“S-Sorry,” you stutter, not having the courage to speak. You didn’t mean to say that at all! You were just frustrated and the words slipped out without realizing it! He sees a droplet of tear dripping down your cheek and he rolls his eyes.

“What a bratty, disobedient little fucktoy.” Jungkook quickly stands up to unbutton his jeans and pulls it down, leaving himself in his underwear. “You’re not the good girl that I know.” He hops back on the bed with you and moves so that he kneels in front of you. He holds your face up with one hand on your jaw as the other pulls his boxers down. Your mouth waters from the sight of his cock springing out, the angry red tip hitting your cheek.

“If I stuff my cock down your throat then maybe you’d shut the fuck up, learn your lesson, and think before you speak. Huh, slut?” He strokes his length a few times, letting his precum lube his cock.

He nudges the tip against your lips, signaling you to open your mouth. He releases a long, guttural moan when you wrap your lips around him as he pushes his length further and further, your mouth feeling so warm and wet. Jungkook initiates the pace as he starts to rock his hips steadily. A sudden gush of tears escapes your eyes when he shoves past your gag reflex, whining as your throat struggles to take in his big cock. 

“Choke.”

Jungkook doesn’t wipe the tears off of your face like he used to, this time letting them flow and drip down your jaw. Your pussy clenches every time he thrusts forwards, feeling yourself get wetter and more aroused from the noises he makes. He twitches whenever your throat contracts, feeling it tighten and squeezes his cock so good.

“Do you like this, baby girl?” he smiles sadistically, “You like being throat fucked?” Jungkook knows you can’t answer so he continues to torment you, “I like you better when your mouth is stuffed with daddy’s cock. Much more useful than being an undisciplined, rude slut.”

You shut your eyes while you slack your jaw, trying to take all of him the best that you can. He grabs a bunch of your hair, pulling at your scalp, the pain making you kick your legs repeatedly. While he snaps his hips, thrusting in and out, Jungkook watches how your saliva drips down from to your chin that makes a whole mess of your face.

Jungkook finally gains some sort of empathy, pulling his dick out to let you breathe. You emit a harsh, rugged exhale. He lowers himself until his face was directly parallel to yours, “Why was he touching you like that?” His eyes scans your poor, messy self, eyes puffy with your hair all over the place. 

You sniff, “He’s just a f-friend!”

He wipes the saliva on the corner of your mouth using his thumb, “Don’t you have a boyfriend? Hm? Doesn’t he know that you’re mine? Even if he’s your goddamn friend, he doesn’t need to touch you like that.” His voice somehow turned soft, a bit more like his natural talking voice. He shakes his head whilst staring directly at your weary eyes, “And what if I wasn’t there, huh? What if he did something to you that I wouldn’t like?”

“Are…” you tilt your head, trying to lighten up the situation in hopes that he’ll go easy on you. You start to giggle, “Are you jealous, daddy?”

You didn’t know that it was a bad move until his face immediately hardens, raising an eyebrow up. He scoffs, “You think I would be punishing you like this if your actions took a toll on me, Y/n?” he stands up from the bed and walks over to the bedside table, opening the drawer, “Lay on your tummy. I won’t say it again.”

Jungkook grabs the remote control vibrator from the box of toys the two of you had been collecting. You certainly love your toys, he knows that, but it’s a completely different situation if he uses them to torture you. It’s better for him that you can’t see what he’s doing, bringing your anticipations up for what’s about to come. He turns the toy on, your breath immediately hitching when you hear the buzzing sound. The hot pink, egg-like looking toy with a slender tail vibrates against his palm.

“Daddy? Wha…what are you gonna do with tha—” Your words painfully got cut off when he plunges the toy inside your pussy, the vibrations instantly resonating throughout your core and lower abdomen. You sobbed loudly, the rope tightening around your wrists whenever you tried to struggle away. “Oh my god!” your back arches, feeling your eyes rolling to the back of your head, “Daddy!”

He walks to the other side of the room to go sit on the plush loveseat, twiddling with the remote on his right hand. He doesn’t hesitate to crank the setting up, noticing how your ass trembles and wiggles. Your mouth drops open while you feel an immense tingling sensation down there, moaning and shuddering on the bed. 

Jungkook wraps his hand around his cock and starts to pump slowly, observing how your cute little figure trembles and makes a mess of the sheets. He notices the way your pussy clenches around the toy so tightly, and how your cunt never stopped dripping in arousal. 

He teases his swollen tip with his thumb as he turns the toy’s setting up another notch. The smirk grows on his face from the noises you make. He was addicted to the sight of you right now; your hips shuddering as you try to escape all of the vast ecstasy, the stockings you wear making you look as adorable as ever – if he had a camera he would definitely take a picture of you.

“Daddy, p-please – I’m gonna cum!” you sob, chewing on your swollen bottom lip. That was his cue to put the setting to the highest level. Within a flash, your spill your cum down your pussy and onto the bed, ruining the sheets as your body contorts, hands balling into tight fists. Your orgasm feels like you gushed a whole waterfall, cumming so hard while your hips involuntarily lifts up off of the bed. 

He continues to fuck his hand, staring at your sweaty, hot body with hooded eyes while he groans darkly. His cock was rock solid and was also begging for a release, but he knows to control himself. Jungkook hears your sobs get louder and louder, knowing that the overstimulation was too much for you to handle.

He stands up and crawls back with you on the bed, his warm hands starting to caress your inner thighs.

“Da—” you cry, “daddy… t-too much…”

“Yeah?” he smirks before lifting your ass up until he was directly in front of your cunt. he smells your arousal and it caused shivers to run down his back. Without holding back, he wraps his mouth around your throbbing clit and starts to suck harshly on it. 

Jungkook was absolutely nasty to do this to you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel his tongue swirl around your bud, flicking and sucking at the same time. You can’t even comprehend the pain and pleasure that as going through your body right now, for it was all too much. “A-Aawwh shit,” you breathe, “D-Daddy, I can’t... oh m-my god!” 

The combination of the powerful buzzing vibrator inside you, plus his mouth on your clit caused another strong climax to wash throughout your system. You flail your arms behind your back as your body can’t seem to keep still. Jungkook holds your hips in place as he licks your pussy clean of your cum. He grunts from the way your legs were quivering after forcing another orgasm out of you. 

“Taste so fuckin’ delicious,” he says after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “What a good little pussy.” 

Finally, he pulls on the tail and the toy plops out with a wet sound. Though your chest doesn’t stop heaving up and down, your system is still riled up from the strong orgasms you just had.

“What will you say, baby girl, hm?”

You perk your head up from the sudden question. Your mind quickly wanders for an answer but was quickly distracted when you feel him squeeze your tender ass cheeks. 

Leaning down to your ear, he whispers with an awful smirk, “Say ‘thank you daddy’.” His monotone voice sent shivers all throughout your body, “Say thank you for letting you cum. I would’ve stopped the toy and edged you when you were about to orgasm to further your punishment, but glad I didn’t, right baby?”

“Thank…” your cheeks start to heat up, “Thank you for l-letting me cum, daddy.”

“Mm, good girl. I just had to get a taste of your sweet cunt after seeing you shake and tremble like that. Such a good, pretty little girl.” 

He was actually supposed to reward you after this. That was just his initial plan, until he is distracted by your phone suddenly ringing from the other side of the room. He quirks a brow up and starts heading to where your bag was placed, rummaging through it to get the device that interrupted the moment.

He reads the caller ID.  

Jungkook is dead quiet as he reaches back to you until he takes a seat on your thighs. His silence further builds up your anxiousness, your gut twisting and turning after you hear him groan underneath his breath. “Daddy?” whispering, you tilt your head to the side to figure out what he was doing.

“Y/n! I’m so glad you picked up the phone,” Jimin speaks in a rush, “I was so worried about what happened. Are you and Jungkook okay?” He rolls his eyes and doesn’t hesitate to put the phone on loudspeaker, placing the device in front of you so that you can see who was calling.

Jimin’s voice unsettled you, leaving your body in a state of shock, humiliation, and awkwardness. You furiously shake your head, lips pursed in a straight, pungent line – making it known to Jungkook that you didn’t want to talk to him. Why can’t he just hang up?!

“Hello? Y/n?” As Jimin worries from the other side of the line, you quietly mewl when you feel him poking the tip of his dick right up against your dripping wet entrance, sliding the head up and down your soaked slit slowly to torture you. “Answer him,” Jungkook growls from behind, “Talk to him as I fuck your tight little pussy.”

“Y/n, do you hear me?” Jimin asks once again, and this time you pick up the courage to reply.

“Y-Yeah,” your voice strains, closing your eyes as you try your best not to moan out loud as Jungkook pushes the head in, feeling your walls flutter around his thick girth. “I hear – oohh – I hear you.”

While inching his cock further and further, he grasps your bounded wrists in one hand, as the other firmly holds onto your waist. He struggles to keep quiet, only releasing quick little grunts here and there as he slowly thrusts his hips. Your body squirms from the humiliating situation he has put you through, yet he holds you down.

“Hey, I’m really sorry about what happened earlier,” You notice the sad tone in Jimin’s voice, “I really didn’t mean to touch you like that, and I should’ve known better. You’re taken.”

“M-Mhmm—!” Jungkook shoves his length deeper and deeper, hit tip hitting your g-spot again and again, rougher and harder with each sharp thrust. Your eyes generate more tears, definitely making your nose a little bit stuffy while you struggle to breathe properly. Jungkook groans underneath his breath from how tight your pussy is after being teased and tortured.

Jimin continues with his apology, saying that he wants to personally apologize to Jungkook – but you weren’t listening anymore. You can’t! His words were going in one ear and out of the other because your mind only focuses on how his big, thick cock was tearing your cunt apart. With each outward stroke, your pussy keeps sucking him back in. He smirks from the way your pussy was gushing your arousal endlessly, soaking the sheets and making a mess of yourself.

As if everything can’t be humiliating enough, Jungkook blows a hard, loud spank on your ass, definitely not caring if it can be heard from the other end of the call. Gasping, you mewl from the stinging sensation but also worried if Jimin heard. Jungkook laughs menacingly, spanking your ass again.

“Y-Y/n?” Jimin says slowly, “What’s happening over there?”

“Nothing! I’m o-okay – mmngg shit,” your jaw drops when he fucks you faster and rougher all of the sudden, his balls starting to clap against your poor, throbbing clit. Jungkook feels impatient so he takes the phone back, puts it against his ear, and speaks for you. “Jimin!” he greets happily as if he’s not pounding your pussy until you break, “Don’t worry about Y/n, she’s doing just great.”

How can he talk so steadily like that? Your teeth sink down on your bruised bottom lip again to stop you from moaning too loud. “But I’m trusting you, Jimin, not to touch my girl like that again, okay? I know you two are friends, sure – but there’s a limit. She has a boyfriend now.”

The possessiveness in his voice turns you on so much, not even expecting such a dark tone as he talks to him like that. Your arms start to hurt after being tied for too long, wrists getting sensitive as it keeps scratching against the rope.

“Yeah, okay, goodbye.” He finally hangs up, throws your phone somewhere on the floor. After that, he firmly grips your waist and changes your position with ease. He sits down on the bed, flips you around to make you straddle his cock.

His breath almost gets stuck in his throat from the way you looked. His hands immediately flies to cup your head, thumbs wiping your tears away from your cheeks as you look down at his with lustful eyes. “Baby girl,” he whispers, eyes raking your body up and down while you don’t stop bouncing on his cock, “Keep crying. I wanna see you get ruined on my big cock.”

He pulls you closer by wrapping his right hand around your neck, squeezing tightly, as his other hand guides your hips up and down. Your hard nipples slightly graze against his chest, adding more pleasure than you already can take.

“I’m g-gonna cum,” you grit, eyes drooping, “I’m gonna fucking cum again, daddy.”

He chuckles and nods his head. He can’t stay angry at you for too long. He can’t wait to provide you the aftercare that you deserve after this. He helps you to your orgasm by meeting your thrusts, fucking his cock into you while he brings a hand down to rub your clit with vigor. Your moans were getting louder, higher in pitch, as you can feel the oh-so-familiar tightness in your stomach again. You throw your head back, hands trying to pry themselves out of the rope. Thankfully, he gives you the benefit of the doubt and finally starts undoing the knot, unwrapping your wrists so that they can finally be set free. “Here you go princess,” he groans, “Ah ah, keep your arms still.”

Within a second of your hands being free, you quickly hug his sweaty body so tightly, pressing your cheeks against his shoulder, not only to have something to hold onto but to feel his comfort after a long time of being suppressed and denied from it. Jungkook laughs and kisses your shoulder, “I love you, Y/n.”

“Love y-you— awh god, thatfeelssogood!”

“Yeah?” he bites his lip, feeling the urge to tease you with his words for the hundredth time, “How good?” He attaches his mouth on your damp neck, sucking and biting on all of the sweet and tender spots that he knows you love. Trailing kisses all over, you were certain that he’ll leave marks all over your skin. Your body shivers when he uses his teeth to bite down on you, adding more to the buildup of your climax. “So g-good, daddy,” you whine, bouncing up and down harder, “Your big cock f-feels…feels so good inside my tight fucking pussy, daddy.”

Jungkook’s cock throbs from your unexpected words, gasping a little with a cocky smirk, “Mmm, when did you learn how to talk like that, huh?” a spank lands on your right, tender ass cheek, “Such lewd words coming out of that pretty mouth.”

Your mind starts to feel dizzy, almost to the edge of blacking out as your orgasm overpowers your body. He grunts from the way your walls were clenching around him so firmly, using his dick to your own good. Wrapping his arms around you tighter, he forces you to stay still on his cock while letting you ride out your high. “There we go, baby, there we go. Cum for me,” he insinuates, “Fucking hell, such a good, pretty girl for daddy.” He lifts your chin up with one hand, trying your best to make eye-contact with him but your tearful eyes feel too heavy. “Cumming so hard, oh my fucking god darling.”

Almost seeing black and white spots, your mind goes into a frenzy for you have no thoughts but the overwhelming sensation of your climax taking over your body. Jungkook moans as he lays you back down on the bed, bringing himself to his high. With your body shivering from the high sensitivity, Jungkook doesn’t stop.

His thrusts were sloppy and his pace becomes unsteady, moans getting louder. His body tenses and goes still inside of you, trapping your small body in his as he blows his load. He fills your cunt up with his cum, painting your walls in his seed. You can feel him twitch while you claw your hands on his back, trembling.

Jungkook mutters a series of curse words as your pussy squeezes his cock so hard, milking him properly until the very last drop of cum. After a little while, he pulls his dick out and he sees his cum leaking out of your pulsating little hole and dripping onto the bed. Licking his lips from the hot sight, he caresses your inner thighs as he tries to calm you down.

“Deep breaths, sweetheart. Deep, slow breaths for me.” He hovers back on top of you as he places his right arm underneath your head for support, his other hand gently stroking your side. All the anger, all the controlling and dominating aura that he previously had ten seconds ago immediately fades as he takes the role to comfort you the best that he can. He wipes your cheeks clean with the back of his hand, almost looking down at you with a slight pout. “Baby girl, look at me, hm?” Jungkook whispers gently, “Look at me.”

Once you do so, he feels himself almost collapsing from the poor, worn-out look that was embedded on your little face. “Oh, sweetie,” he sighs, “I’m so sorry.”

“N-No,” you slowly shake your head, still breathless, “Don’t say…”

“I should’ve, fuck—” Jungkook tilts his head to the side in dismay, feeling almost frustrated in himself, “I should’ve fucking stopped, look at you baby.” He holds your hand, gives your bruised wrist a wet, long kiss.

“Kook, I’m okay,” you giggle, a hint of tiredness in your voice, “I l-loved it.”

“Are you sure? Baby girl do you remember what I told you? If you ever feel too uncomfortable, or pain that you couldn’t bear anymore, or if you just want me to stop completely, what will you say?”

Perhaps this was one of the best things you love about Jungkook. His duality. One minute he’s rough and would dominate the fuck out of you, and the next minute he’s treating you like his princess.

“I’ll say my safe word.”

“Good,” he kisses your lips once, smiling down at you, “always remember that.”

You were awfully thankful that he’s the type to always shower you in kisses after a whole round of sex. Always caring about your well-being, that’s what he loves to do. Jungkook has cleaned himself in the bathroom first before he can handle and take care of you. He comes out of the bathroom dressed only with a pair of gray sweatpants with a damp towel and one of his t-shirt in his hand.

Kneeling before you on the bed, he starts to gently wipe your inner thighs and genitalia with the cloth. It was ticklish on the spot of your inner thighs, releasing a giggle as you try to move away from him. He smirks, grasping your leg down. “Tickles?” he grins at you.

“Turn around, little one. Let me massage your back.”

Your heart beats happily at that. But once you followed his command, his eyes immediately fly down to your ass. He hikes up the skirt that you still had on a bit higher, and he sees his handprints imprinted on your precious, delicate skin. “Holy shit,” he breathes out. Your body twitches when he carefully lays a hand down. “Sorry for this, little one. Guess you aren’t sitting for a couple of days, huh?”

Hiding your face in your arms, you quietly squeal, his words having an effect on you. “I g-guess so.”

Jungkook proceeds with his mission to massage your back, using his big hands to his advantage to knead your skin with just the right amount of pressure, massaging your arms and shoulders, pressing down on your lower back. Little groans emit from your mouth, enjoying the warmth of his hands. Your eyes eventually close, feeling that you were eventually going to fall asleep from how relaxing it is.

“Want some tea, darling?” he asks.

“Mm, no thank you. I’m a little sleepy…”

Your mouth curves up into a grin when he starts peppering kisses all over your back as well, moving your hair to one side. Jungkook, too, was smiling. He can’t even figure out how he got so lucky with you.

“You wanna nap, Y/n?”

“Mhm,” you nod.

“Okay, let’s get you in this shirt first. C’mon sweetie, flip back around for me.”

He holds onto the hem of your skirt and tugs it down, throwing it somewhere on the floor. His shirt reaches almost on your knee after slipping it on. Soon, he lays down beside you and starts spooning your body. It was easy for him to enclose yourself in his warmth, for his limbs were obviously bigger than yours. “Let’s take a rest and clean everything up later, okay?”

Although you didn’t reply.

“Baby?” he tilts your head to make you look at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Kook, I-uh…I wanna say sorry for what happened earlier—”

“Shh, shh, settle down now, sweetheart. I’m not angry about that anymore,” he gives you a beaming smile, his dimples peeking through. Oh, to swim in someone’s dimples…

“Don’t worry about it. I love you, Y/n. More than this fucking world.”

“Impossible!” giggling, you eventually squirm around him because you know for a fact that he’ll hug you tighter.

He did.

“Nothing’s impossible when you’re mine – my girl.”

God, you can never take a break with him and his impeccable word choices. You feel your cheeks heat up, shying away from him that caused him to laugh in amusement a little.

“I love you too, Kook,” your heart says genuinely. Jungkook pulls you closer and makes you rest your head on his arm. “Cozy? Let’s take a rest, baby. You’ve had a long day today, you did well. You might be sore afterwards but I’ll be right here when you wake up.”  The only thing you can remember after that was the gentle kiss he placed on your cheek, and the feeling of love and comfort in the air that encloses both of you. 

“You know, Jungkook,” Taehyung speaks while munching on his Cap’n Crunch cereal, watching Jungkook come back to their apartment after driving you back to your own building. “You’re fucking lucky I was out partying. If not I would’ve…” Jungkook rolls his eyes when Taehyung fakes a gagging sound, “I w-would’ve thrown up hearing the two of you.”

“Funny,” he says blandly while heading towards the cupboards to make himself his own bowl of cereal.

Taehyung walks to his side, “Aren’t you and Y/n together for almost a year now? I don’t know much about relationships, but don’t you think it’s time for you guys to have a place of your own?”

Jungkook chuckles, heading towards the living room as he sits on the old green couch with his cereal on one hand. “So you’re kicking me out, Tae?”

“Well yeah, maybe I am, asshole.”

The youngest abruptly turns his head to him with a look of confusion, “Wait, really?”

Taehyung smirks, “Yup! I’m sick of you bringing Y/n here just to fuck, and not even let her hang out with me!”

Hang out with him? Since when was Taehyung interested in her? After a little moment of silence, Jungkook finally thinks of a reply, “What do you even wanna do with her? Also most of the time you’re either out getting drunk or locking yourself up in your room playing video games.”

“Threesome.”

Jungkook almost spits out the mouthful of milk and cereal.

“What the fuck—”

“Let’s have a threesome together.”

“No fucking way, bro.” Jungkook scoffs, pointing a finger at him, “We are not doing that.”

Taehyung was having the time of his life teasing Jungkook. He stands up in front of him, blocking his view of the TV. “I’m not having a threesome just to see you naked, cunt,” slowly, his mouth forms a smirk, “I wanna see Y/n nak—”

“Don’t even think about finishing that, Taehyung. I’m not fucking joking around.”

“Okay, shit, chill man,” he laughs, watching how Jungkook rolls his eyes. “And here I am thinking that you’re kinky and open-minded.”

Taehyung just loves to get into his nerves.

“I am,” Jungkook says in all seriousness, looking directly at his eyes. “But you know how I am with her. How selfish I can be. Other people will be fine with this, sure, but her body is for my eyes only, Tae. You can fuck anyone you like but not my girl.”

Taehyung sighs, walking away as he throws his hand in the air, “Fine, fine, whatever.”

Jungkook crosses his legs together, leaning back into the couch as he closes his eyes. The fact that he just had to put that image into his mind – someone else fucking his girl – he just can’t do it. He can be too possessive of your body and he wants it only for him.

“But if your girl ever wants two cocks to play with one day, hit me up.”

“If she wants two cocks then we’ll use a fucking dildo. Shut your ass up or else I’m gonna beat the fuck outta you,” Jungkook warns with a menacing chuckle.

Although Taehyung isn’t bothered by it, he fakes being frightened, “Oooohh, scary! Don’t hit me daddy!”

“Yep, that’s it.” Jungkook places the bowl down on the couch before abruptly standing up. Taehyung runs away while laughing like a madman with Jungkook following behind him. His roommate ends up locking himself inside his room where Jungkook can’t come in. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He says in the middle of laughter.

“You’re fucking hideous, you know that?” Jungkook crosses his arms.

“Tell me something I don’t know, Jeon.”

When Jungkook turned nineteen, he remembered asking his mother when a man should introduce his girlfriend to his parents.

His mother, heart filled with genuine compassion, replied with; “When you are fully committed, and when you know for a fact that you will be spending the rest of your life with her – that’s when you let her eat at our table. So be very mindful of your feelings, Jungkookie. Remember this when you grow up, alright? I know you didn’t believe in long-lasting love when you were younger, but trust me when I say that it truly depends on the person.”

It was clear that Jungkook’s romantic side definitely came from his parents.

And fast-forward to the present, here you are sitting at their dining table, meeting his parents for the very first time. 

“So, Y/n,” Jungkook’s mother beams from the other side of the table while passing her husband more rice for his bibimbap, “How did you and Jungkook meet?”

“Mom,” Jungkook chuckles, “Haven’t I told you that a hundred times already?”

You blush from his words, trying your best not to look down in shyness. Though you feel your boyfriend’s right hand rests on your knee to ease you up.

“I know! But I just want to hear it from Y/n’s point of view! Who knows, you might be hiding some details!”

Before you can speak, his dad talks before you, “I was actually there at the time,” he smiles at you, “I think you should thank me for making Jungkook talk to you!”

“Hun, please let Y/n talk—”

Jungkook grins, “I think I would’ve talked to Y/n whether or not you told me so, dad.”

“Let the girl talk!” his mom balls her hand into a fist and pounds on the table.       

You busted out a laugh, quickly covering your mouth as you shook your head in disbelief. You’ve never encountered such a fun, happy family like this. This was your first time being introduced to someone’s parents, and truthfully, you wanted them to be your last.

“So, um,” you take a glance at Jungkook before continuing as if asking for permission first. He smiles down at you and nods his head, feeling his hand squeeze your knee. “Jeon’s Kitchen was actually a favorite place of mine! And of course, it’s still is—” you beam at his father, “It was raining very hard so I decided to stop by to eat some food before work.”

“Brown coffee and banana bread, yep, I remember that!” His dad proudly says.

“That’s correct, Mr. Jeon,” you giggle, “I sat alone and waited for the order until Jungkook here suddenly bursts into the café, all drenched from the rain!” You turn your gaze at him with creased eyes from the way you were smiling as you talk, “If I remember correctly, his car broke down and he had nothing to do, so he decided to help Mr. Jeon with work, is that right?”

Jungkook responds with a hum, staring amusingly into your glimmering eyes that were full of love.

“Until Mr. Jeon told Jungkook to keep me company! So yeah, that’s where we started talking.”

Of course, you had to leave out the fact that you had such an intimidating first impression of their son. You recall how hard his stare was as he talked to you, and how he literally made you blush so easily just by his handsome smirk (that until now you couldn’t get used to!). He carried such a strong aura, even up to this day.

“After that, well, we exchanged numbers and everything went from there!”

Before Jungkook drove you to his parent’s house so that they can finally meet you, you were an absolute nervous wreck. Overthinking that what if you say something embarrassing? What if you humiliate yourself in front of them? You were driven to have a good impression on them, which Jungkook founded adorable. Of course, he reassured you, saying, “They already love you from all of the stories I’ve told, baby.”  

And he was right. His parents never would’ve thought that a girl like you would walk into his life. You’re a blessing for their son.

Jungkook doesn’t sway his eyes off of you as you continue to chat with his parents, telling them your goals and dreams for the future. He watches the way your mouth tilts into the prettiest smile he’s ever seen, lips tinted with lipstick that was just begging to be kissed. He also catches the way your head slightly tilts as you talk, oh – he can’t forget how your knees were nervously jumping! With his hand slowly caressing your knee up to your thigh, he reminds you to calm down.

His breath hitches up a slight bit when you unexpectedly hold his hand under the table. He feels how cold your hand was so it was good for you to take his own warmth. Using his thumb, he strokes your skin delicately, and you instantly feel much better.

When the time is right and when he garners enough money, he will buy a house for the two of you. It doesn’t have to be fancy or anything elegant, but enough to keep you happy and contented – he knows you’ll understand that. Needless to say, he’s excited about the future he’s going to have with you. His mind wanders to the point of your first anniversary, the second anniversary, even up until marriage and having kids. It’s a huge stretch, yes, but he’d rather spend his life alone than without you. 

If his past self can read his mind right now, he’d definitely laugh.

He can’t wait to live his whole life with you by his side. You already have all the qualities he’s been looking in a person, and there’s no way in hell he’s going to leave you anytime soon. 

His mother’s voice cracks him from his thoughts, “Y/n’s such a pretty girl. So amusing to look at, too!” She gawks at you with excited, wide eyes. Her eyes reminded you of Jungkook, the same big and round ones, “Next time when you come to visit us, let me teach you my signature shrimp fried rice recipe, okay? Are you allergic to shrimp, Y/n?”

“Nope! I love shrimp!”

“That’s great!” his mom claps, “Jungkook, thanks for bringing Y/n here with us. She’s so wonderful.”

Shaking your head, you try to take her compliments as much as you can but of course, your bashfulness takes over.

Your boyfriend removes his hand from yours, only lifts it up so that his arm can rest at the backrest of the chair while he starts to stroke your head lovingly. The corners of his lips tilts up to form a smile, he feels as if fireworks were going off of his whole body, for he was so in love with you. How can a person love someone this much? 

He mutters the next sentence underneath his breath, thus only he and his pounding heart can hear; “That’s my girl.”

The End.

Thank you so much for all of the amazing support for Crybaby! I never expected so much love and anticipation in the first place. I wrote Crybaby without any serious plot with a ‘tragedy/problem’ in mind, for it was only supposed to be a oneshot haha! Crybaby was mainly about the fact that Jungkook has dacryphilia and that’s it. But thanks to the support I’ve gotten, I made a part two and three! It’s sorta sad to end this series because I know a lot of people (including me) love this couple soo much! But they’ll make an appearance in short drabbles or even kinky hours. I’m sorry for the sudden ending, but this will not be the end for them!

Please tell me what you think by commenting or sending an ask, I really love to read your reactions!

Please stay safe, especially in these times. Remember that you are loved, and please be happy. I love you!

[thera-daydreams]

PLUS ONE

》 A TRESE TWOSHOT 《

[Maliksi x Reader]

📝 Summary: In which your beloved best friend snatches you from your apartment at dawn asking you to be his plus one for his cousin's wedding. Unbeknownst to the clueless you, everything is just going according to Maliksi's ultimate masterplan. With the help of friends and family, the Prince of the Tikbalang finally gets the girl he's been longing for. And oh, Señor Armanaz gets his dream daughter-in-law and the promise of grandchildren within the year.

📌 Warning: May contain some slight NSFW for spicy suggestiveness and cussing. No smut or anything super SPG—this girl can't write that for her life—but just be prepared. It's Maliksi we're talking about. We've got friends-to-lovers, obliviousness, pining, fluff, and a tikbalang simp. Figure it out. 😃

(word count: 7,454) ♥︎ Part Two: ?

》 AUTHOR'S NOTE 《

Not an Inday spinoff, but a lengthy oneshot in celebration of this blog getting 90 followers. Just ten more to 100, yay! Thank you so much for the love and support, everyone. I also promised that I'll be making this brainrot that @binibiningbabaylan and I have fangirled over a few days ago (find the original post here) when I finished the latest chapter of Inday. Here it is! 🥰

Before I forget, I was also inspired by the cute fic made by @crispybasil titled "Sunshowers" and the "Trese Boys As Things My Guy Friends Do" made by the amazing @smolla-than-a-bug (I bow down to your wonderful works in the Trese fandom). I definitely see Maliksi to be the type to go on spontaneous roadtrips and be the boyfriend to drive you around eveeeerywhere (while also driving you crazy). 🚘

There are also some songs mentioned throughout this work. You should probably listen to them while reading for the full experience. Ending was somewhat rushed but eh, I'm too exhausted and I've rewritten it too many times. Also, if someone makes some actual tikbalang smut, tag me please. Anyways, enjoy! 💕

The way it all started was hilarious. Absolutely fucking hilarious. It happened like a blur. Literally. One second, you were snoozing in your bed. The next? You had a seatbelt on in the shotgun seat of a sophisticated-looking car. Your brain didn't even get to process it yet.

"... So let me get this straight," you grumbled, still half-asleep from your sleep marathon. You just finished a hugely successful project at work yesterday, got promoted, and wanted to make up for the restless nights you spent overtime in the office. Of course you were irritated from being disturbed. You were on vacation leave for two entire weeks, originally planning to go into temporary isolation by deactivating your social media accounts and reserving a beach cabana for yourself in Batangas.

Well, turns out, you weren't going to Batangas anytime soon. All because your unreasonably spontaneous bestfriend of ten hectic years stole you from your apartment at 2AM. Was this considered kidnapping? Was this him just being more in touch with his tikbalang side, taking unsuspecting women in their sleep and leading them to their inevitable death? (He was going over the speed limit, so it was a valid thought.) Will wearing your shirt inside-out save you today? Lord, masyado ka pang pagod para mag-isip ngayon.

"Go on."

"You abducted picked me up in the middle of the night because you want me to be your plus one at your cousin's wedding in Tagaytay?"

"Yup. And technically, the venue is right on the outskirts of Cavite going to Tagaytay," he corrected you as a matter-of-factly.

"Same thing, whatever," you huffed tiredly. "Your cousin's wedding is at 6AM today. In a few hours. In four hours."

"Uh-huh."

You groaned exasperatedly, "Mal naman, eh! You didn't even let me bring anything. Could've at least given me a heads-up a few hours ago. I'm practically emptyhanded right now save for my phone! Sinungaling ka, you said this was just a normal midnight drive—not a freaking wedding!"

The Prinsipe ng Mga Tikbalang, son of the Great Stallion, heir to the Armanaz herd, and the Top Drag Racer of C-5 Expressway—if that was even one of his Game of Thrones-like titles—grinned as he continued driving beside you. He let you continue ranting in the passenger seat while he mulled over his ultimate masterplan that would change his entire life later on. He was a spur-of-the-moment kind of guy, so all this wasn't his thing. But for you? He'll make plans, alright.

"Wala man lang akong dinalang masusuot o kahit konting makeup para maging presentable sa harapan ng buong pamilya mo," you exclaimed, in absolute despair. "Do you know how out of my league you are? Your rich-ass family might judge me—hell, your dad might see me as a hampaslupa if I show up there in my pambahay and tsinelas!"

"Psh, I'm not out of your league," Maliksi waved it off, smoothly turning a corner. "And calm down. We've known each other for a decade! My dad practically loves you as his own daughter. Heck, the entire family knows you and keeps telling me they want you adopted in already. Lolo Andres and Lola Perlita said they'd have the paperwork settled. You just need to sign them."

It would be even better (and easier) if you married into the family. To him, specifically (as if he'd let anyone else have you). God, he was already being so obvious in his advances, but you were just so damn oblivious whenever it came to romance. None of this needed to happen if you just got it through your thick skull that he was madly in love with you.

"That's not the point, idiot!" you slumped back into your seat, hopeless. "Do you think the bride and the groom will get offended? Shit, baka masumpaan ako kung magagalit sila, Mal. Mukha akong patay galing sa South Cemetery."

The long-haired tikbalang rolled his eyes, "Huwag kang mag-alala. Nothing's going to go wrong. Chill ka lang diyan. I've got everything under control, babe."

Babe. Yes, he even called you babe but you thought it was him being a himbo and a massive flirt. Now, it was his common term of endearment for you, but you still assumed it was him just being irksome to you and that you couldn't stop the man from saying it anymore. Thus, you let it be (the most obvious hint of his attraction to you, bestie).

"... Ugh, why didn't you ask Hannah or Amie to go with you?"

He just smiled knowingly, shrugging and making up an excuse, "Nagmamadali ako, eh. Hannah and Amie are also coming, but they already have the other tikbalang as dates."

"'Luh, ako pala ang backup choice mo?"

"Heh. Whatever you want to think."

Little did you know that you were always his first choice. Always. Even when he pursued Alexandra Trese many years ago, trying to convince himself you were just his best friend, it was always you. How did he come to that realization? Well, an international band he was a fan of released a song a couple years ago and he heard it being played in a club in BGC. The song title?

It Was Always You by Maroon 5.

Needless to say, after hearing the song and being unable to get it—get you—out of his mind at night, he stopped courting Alexandra. Unfortunately for him, that time, you'd started dating other men. Therefore, he was left on the sidelines... until your latest and most painful breakup, at least. That was five years ago. You still hadn't dated anyone since then, kind of traumatized from getting into another failed relationship like that.

In the present day, as if the fates were playing on you two, one of your favorite artists played on the radio. A very ironic song given the situation you two were in.

Best Friend by Rex Orange County.

Maliksi knew it was a favorite of yours. He knew it by the way your eyes lit up like a star brightening the twinkling night sky. Like the sun first rising in the morning at Apolaki's command. Like the moon extending its gentle rays from the magic of Mayari herself. If there was anything he wanted to ask of the old gods, it was you—everything else be damned.

"I wanna be the one that makes your day, the one you think about as you lie awake," you half-sang and half-screamed happily, somewhat out-of-tune. "I can't wait to be your number oooooone! I'll be your biggest fan and you'll be mine—"

Maliksi glanced at you, not minding that his eardrums were probably getting microscopic ruptures from your aggressive singing. As much as he wanted to stare at you all day, he had to keep his eyes on the road. But the lyrics you were singing were wrong; the Prince of the Tikbalang was already yours from day one.

"Babe, McDo drive-through tayo for breakfast. Let me make it up to you. Gusto mo ng caramel sundae for your promotion gift? Sige. Ako bahala. Chicken nuggets din? Mabubusog ka ba niyan? I don't think they serve those this early..."

》》》

"Sandali lang!" you shouted out from inside an empty room. You'd just arrived at the venue—the Alta Veranda de Tibig in Silang, Cavite (practically the gateway to Tagaytay)—an hour or so ago. The hired makeup artist just left so that you could privately change into the outfit that had been bought specifically for you. Curse Mal and his ability to buy anything (perhaps anyone) he wanted. "Bwiset, Mal, you didn't tell me we'd be part of the damn entourage. We have to be walking the aisle in thirty minutes, simbako! You just love rushing me, don't you!?"

If only you were the one walking down the aisle today towards him.

When you exited the room, Maliksi couldn't help but let his jaw drop as he skimmed your figure, clad in the luxurious, silky satin blush midi dress he bought in one of those fancy stores in Makati yesterday. He imagined that it would look great on you, but now, seeing it on you in person... you looked divine (and frankly, he wanted to see it off your body to see what was underneath—but don't get too ahead of yourself, Mal). It was a whole 'nother level from his imagination. The deep cowl neckline and thin spaghetti straps showed your lovely collarbones... as well as a peek of your cleavage. His favorite and the best part of it all? It was backless, allowing him to gaze at the tempting curve of your spine.

He hadn't realized he had grown silent until you smiled and closed his mouth, tapping his chin.

"Lalangawin ang bibig mo, Mal," you laughed softly. Never had you seen him so speechless. You then flicked your hair back, ridiculously posing for him like you were on the cover of Vogue magazine (haba ng hair mo, gurl!). "Do I look that good? Char lang."

"... You look absolutely ravishing—I mean, uh, stunning. Hot. Yeah." That was all he could say. He mentally punched himself for not showering you with more suave compliments.

Still, your face brightened up, not knowing that the man in front of you just fell for you a thousand times harder, "Wow! Really? Damn. Ang galing talaga ng MUA na kinuha mo, ginawa akong artista. Give me their contact number later! May work event pa naman ako in two months. I'm shocked, it's like they made me rise from the dead! Even my eyebags are gone, Mal! How'd they do that?" Heck yeah, your confidence was boosted. He offered his arm to you like a gentleman, making you half-heartedly roll your eyes (you took it anyway). From holding it alone, you could tell that your best friend was a sinewy man (well, you knew that already after seeing his tikbalang form before—the little shit didn't even wear a loincloth like all his clanmates; your poor eyes were eternally scarred).

You looked him up and down. You wouldn't lie—Maliksi is and always has been an attractive man. Now? With his hair in a ponytail (pun not intended), definitely one of the hunkiest men you've ever known. "You're not looking too bad yourself, horsey."

"Ako pa!" He puffed his chest out in pride. You chuckled at his reaction.

"By the way, how do you even know my dress size and my shoe size?"

"Babe, I've known you too long. You know almost everything about me, I know everything about you."

You snorted at his confident tone, "'Di nga? You don't know every single thing about me, Mal. Assuming ka masyado."

"Alam ko nga anong cup size mo. Wala lang 'yang shoe and dress size."

You slapped his shoulder, cheeks quickly flushing red, "Huy, umayos ka! Walang hiyang tikbalang na 'to." With this guy as your best friend? You heard dirty jokes at least once a day. "Don't be inappropriate here!"

"What? It's only fair I know!" He looked down on you suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows. "You already know I always go commando, so of course I know that your bra is a size—"

"Shhh! Baka marinig ka, 'nyeta."

"So? Let them hear. My best friend has a nice set of melons!" he shouted. You were grateful there was no one around. Hopefully.

"Oh my God..."

Your best friend chortled at how flustered you'd become. He led you to where some of his family was waiting, with a couple of his relatives already greeting you. You instantly and quite easily mingled with them, your worries of them not accepting you far from even true (they all knew how much their prince loved the innocent you).

"Kayo na talaga, pare?" one of his older tikbalang clanmates asked while you went away to be fawned over by his aunts.

Maliksi chuckled, crossing his arms as he watched you from afar, "Heh. Hindi pa."

Another one of his clanmates—a younger one—laughed, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, "Talaga? That's cap, bro. You two are like a married couple already and you guys still aren't a thing?"

"Ilang taon na ba kayong magkakaibigan?" the older one asked him.

"Almost ten years," Maliksi responded, a smile unconsciously pulling his lips up as he remembered your moments together. He watched you converse with his female relatives (who adored you the moment Maliksi brought you to a family event many moons ago).

The two tikbalang snickered as they saw the look on the Great Stallion's heir.

"You're down bad," the younger one said, snapping a photo of his lovestruck kuya. "You've got it so bad for her, dudeparechong!"

"Balak mong ligawan anytime soon?" the older tikbalang inquired.

"Heh. Balak ko na ngang pakasalan. Kung pwede, ngayon."

They looked at Maliksi as if he was crazy. He was very much serious, though, even if there was a huge, lopsided smile on his face. The Prince of the Tikbalang raised a brow at them.

"What? Don't give me that look. Our ten years of being best friends is practically the courting and the dating stage already."

"Eh... you're right. Don't waste anymore time. Go and marry her today, dude. Suporta kami sa'yo, basta groomsmen kami sa kasal niyo, ha!"

"Ge. Without question."

Meanwhile, on your end with the ladies of the family, they started pestering you on your love life (like all typical Filipino aunties). Chismis everywhere.

"O, iha, single ka pa ba?"

"Kailan ka magpapakasal? Malapit ka nang pumasok sa thirties mo."

"Do you want kids? How many?"

"Are you and Maliksi a couple? You look good together! Kayo na, 'di ba?"

"Will you be getting married next? Are you engaged? When's the wedding? Invite niyo kami!"

Before you could get overwhelmed by their questions, Maliksi swept you off your feet to lead you to the entourage that was lining up outside the chapel area. Again, it happened like a blur. He laughed at the partially nauseated look on your face.

"You okay there?" he asked, grinning.

"Your family thinks we're together," you muttered quietly, not meeting his eyes. You weren't sure why you felt... tingly about their statements.

He tilted his head at you curiously, gently setting you down on your feet and helping you stand.

"Do you hate the idea?" It hurt him to ask you the question, but he wanted your thoughts on it. Perhaps doing this was a bad idea. Maliksi was competitive in many things, including wanting you to be his, but if you were so opposed to it, he would never force you into something you didn't want. He let go of your hand; you didn't even notice he'd been holding it until he let go. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

Your wide-eyed gaze snapped back to look up at him, "No! No, it's not that! And... it's not bad." Your hand felt strangely empty now that his was gone. Biting your lip, you disclosed, "You're not making me uncomfortable, Mal. Don't ever think that."

With that, you shyly interlocked your arm with his, tearing your eyes from his to mask the growing warmth you felt spreading in your veins. You two didn't say anything else when the ushers let you walk down the beautiful, petal-covered aisle together.

The man beside you was starstruck. Hopeful. Maybe both of you did have a chance. Maybe somewhere in the depths of your soul, his feelings for you were being reciprocated. For the rest of the sacred ceremony in the gorgeous main pavilion, both of you relished in short, comfortable, and low conversations. He even cracked jokes every once in a while—really funny ones that made it challenging for you to you stifle your laughter.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride."

Maliksi fervently prayed to Bathala that he'd experience the same opportunity he was seeing with you someday. One day.

Even while the sun was brightly out, the sky began showering down light rain onto the land. You were in awe as you looked out the window.

"Hala, totoo nga pala! Tignan mo!" you laughed, tugging Maliksi's suit sleeve, pointing at the window.

"Na ano?" he curiously inquired, not understanding what you were referring to.

"Na kapag may tikbalang na kinakasal, umuulan habang may araw pa," you replied, eyes filled with childlike mirth and wonder. A rainbow had even begun to form by the clouds. "Look, it's magical! Ang ganda pala ng view dito kasama ang old Spanish architecture. Timeless na timeless. It's so pretty, 'no? Picture tayo 'maya, Mal."

Unlike you, it wasn't the sky outside that the prince was looking at. Amidst the loud cheers for the newlywed couple and the bubbles the guests were blowing, his vision could only focus on how magnificent you looked while being amazed. You were his best view. (Ed from 90-Day Fiancé, kabahan ka na, may katapat ka sa pickup line mo.)

》》》

"Smile for the picture!"

You giggled as Maliksi was dragged into a photo-op with the bridesmaids and the important older wedding sponsors a few feet away (funnily, he looked a little constipated around them). All of a sudden, when he was heading back to your direction, you were roughly pushed into the said man's arms. When you turned around, there was nothing (except maybe a gust of wind that came out of nowhere).

"Ooh, gotcha. Careful," the tikbalang steadied you, strong hands holding your biceps. "Natapilok ka?"

"... Huh, hindi naman," you wondered suspiciously, looking around. "I think someone pushed me? Parang tinulak ako... but wala namang tao."

"Weird. Maybe it was just the wind."

It actually was. Really. Maliksi knew for a fact that it was those two taong hangin who were spying on you from the corner, trying to pair you up. He gave them a thumbs-up while your back was turned in the opposite direction. Hannah and Amie returned the thumbs-up before vanishing. Suddenly, the two wedding photographers had moved on from the bridesmaids and were right beside you.

"What a lovely couple you two are!" she praised. Before you could correct her, she held up the black contraption she held towards you two. "Pose for the camera, lovelies!"

And so you did, the photographer guiding you two on what to do. Maliksi wrapped his arm around your waist and you leaned on his side, looking sidewards to the camera with one leg cocked in front of the other. Her assistant, who was holding a polaroid camera, printed out two photos for you.

"Thank you," you told him, taking the photos from his hands then flicking them rapidly to make the images develop. You and Mal were about to walk to the reception area when the photographer stopped you, handing the male beside you a business card.

"If you two need a photographer or a videographer for your wedding, call me," she signaled to both of you before running to another guest, bringing her assistant with her.

You gawked, "Mal, did you just hear what she said?"

"Loud and clear." A grin was on his face. He seemed very pleased at what he heard.

"... How can she even tell if someone is married or not?"

Maliksi's free hand took your left hand, tapping the ring finger, "Nothing here."

"Ooooooh. I get it now." Your brows creased. "Huh. This is like the fifth time today the people here have mistaken us for a couple."

Maliksi shrugged, teasing you, "Who knows? Baka may potential tayo, babe."

Before you could ask him what he meant, he was hurriedly towing you to the reception venue. While he was doing that, you stared at the now-developed polaroid photos you were holding. Huh. Maybe you two did look like a couple.

"Come on, they're serving some snacks at the welcome reception area. Peach pie and mango float-flavored. Paborito mo, babe."

》》》

The rest of the night went by without a hitch. You were actually enjoying the event—the host was great, the food was great, the music was great. Everything was great... that was, until the games.

"Alright! Now that the bride's garter has been removed, let's have the bouquet and garter toss... starting with the females!" the host announced. "Dear bride, please stay here in front. And all single ladies—and by single I mean ready to mingle and are not married—please rise and stand here on the dance floor. Let's play matchmaker tonight, everyone!"

"Uy, single ladies daw," Maliksi nudged your side. "Sign mo na 'yan." You snorted like a pig.

"Nope, ayokong madamay sa bouquet toss," you whisper-yelled at your best friend. "Do you know how embarrassing that is?! Besides, they won't notice if I don't join! Special tactic ko 'yan sa weddings: pretending I'm not single. Katabi naman kita."

More women came to the front, making you feel assured that you didn't need to participate. The host was about to say something, when the bride interrupted to whisper something into his ear.

"Hala, halaaa! Sabi ko all single ladies, pero may isang single lady na nagtatago pa!" he announced, making you freeze. Please don't let it be you. "What's her name, beloved bride?"

"Y/N L/N." You nearly spat out your champagne. You? Did they just call out your name? How did they know?

"Oh fuck," you cursed quietly.

"'Di ka makakatakas dito, babe," Maliksi jabbed, making you stand up. "Tinatawag ka na."

"Baka may ibang Y/N L/N dito," you resisted, attempting to sit back down. "I can't do this, Mal."

"'Sus, ikaw pa. And it's just a symbolic ceremony!" he encouraged, as if he didn't have any underlying intentions. "I doubt the bouquet will go to you anyway."

Sheesh, what a big fat liar you are, tikbalang prince.

You expressed your dissatisfaction with the situation, "Bwiset, fine. I'll just... dodge it. Or evade it. God, I swear..." You calmed down, confident. "I'm not going to worry. I've never caught the bouquet at my own friends' weddings anyway."

When you were at the dance floor, Maliksi snickered, seeing the bride—his cousin—wink at him. After all, he had thoroughly bribed her earlier.

《《《

"It's about time you settled down with someone, Mal," the bride commented while he slipped her the newest Hermés designer bag filled with a bunch of jewelry (plus some bills) two hours ago, right before the reception began and while you were in the restroom freshening up. "Hehehe, this is why you're my favorite cousin."

"Do we have a deal?"

"Of course. I'll make sure she participates. I'll also try to throw it in her direction."

"Good. Thanks."

"You better invite me to your beach wedding. I can tell how much you love her."

"Not a problem. I'll even make you a sponsor."

The bride stared at her bouquet, already practicing how she was going to throw it, "Tito's going to thank me so much for ensuring that he's going to get grandkids soon, hihi."

》》》

Back to the present, on the other end of the room, Maliksi saw a familiar duo give him a sign that they were ready. Bingo. Time to execute the most important part of his plan.

《《《

"I don't care how you do it," he told the two wind elementals after he bribed the bride. "I've already instructed the bride on what she should do, pero siguraduhin niyo lang talagang lumipad sa kanya ang bouquet."

"Mmhmm," Amie flipped her hair, a hand on her cocked hip. "And what do we get in return, oh great Señorito Armanaz?"

"Sagot ko bar-hopping niyo for one month."

The two girls pretended to think about it, making Maliksi roll his eyes. He had to pull out the big guns, huh?

"Fine. Magbibigay ako ng cash deposit plus pwede niyong gamitin ang black card ko for a one-week shopping spree in Ortigas." There. Bullseye. That's what they liked.

"Deal!" they exclaimed excitedly.

Hannah let a cool gust of wind enter one of the nearby windows, testing out how they're going to do this. "Ano pa bang pinaplano mo for Y/N mamaya?"

Maliksi hummed, "Basta."

》》》

You tried your best to hide within the densest part of the group of women. The bride seemed to have her eyes on you, weirdly enough, and she looked almost feral wanting to throw her flowers into someone's face.

That someone being you. Most likely.

"Target locked on," you saw her mouth move. She positioned herself like she was about to throw a football at someone (ahem, you). Holy shit, was she talking to you? Miss ma'am, it was a bouquet toss not a bouquet throw. The bride seemed to notice this, and once more regained her elegant composure.

"3, 2, 1," the host counted down. "Go!"

Surprisingly, the bouquet flew very high into the air (it was a wonder it didn't get tangled in the ceiling decor), but quite a distance away from you. You grinned, knowing it was too far to even touch you. Squeezing through the crowd of women eagerly awaiting the bouquet, you went to return to your assigned table.

Ah, what a wonderful evening.

Sike!

Something painfully landed right into your face, leaves and flowers getting into your hair and mouth.

... Wait, leaves and flowers?

Before you could comprehend it, the bouquet dropped right into your arms. What kind of ungodly, inhuman force allowed this to even happen?

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have our lucky girl for the night!" Everyone clapped, with some—those guests you knew—even cheering your name unbelievably loud. The host approached you, a glint in his eye which you couldn't understand. "Miss Y/N, kindly sit here while we await the lucky guy who catches the garter from the groom."

What just happened?

"All single gentlemen, please proceed to the dance floor. Remember, the man who gets the garter gets to slip it onto the lucky lady's leg later!"

Oh, God. You pinched the bridge of your nose. What you'd give to be back at home or to be in that resort in Batangas you'd planned on going to for a solo vacation.

"To make this even more exciting," the host stated, handing you a black blindfold. "Our lucky lady has to keep her eyes closed until her lucky man for the night captures the bride's garter! When the music plays, only then can she uncover her eyes."

See? Humiliating, just as you expected. Still, you wrapped the blindfold around your head (albeit hesitantly). You attempted to guess who it might be, thinking of all the tikbalang friends Maliksi had introduced to you back then whenever he invited you to his clan reunions.

"Groom, are you ready?" the host asked, microphone loud and clear.

"Ready na ready!"

"Single gentlemen, are you ready?!"

"Ready na ready! Awoo, awoo!" they loudly chorused, exactly mimicking Spartans about to engage in battle. You sweatdropped in the seat you were in. This was actually kind of scary. Maybe you felt a bit objectified.

"3, 2, 1, go!"

There was a brief moment of silence, which made you concerned. Ba't ang tahimik? Then, everyone erupted into roars and bravoes much louder than when you caught the bouquet—perhaps even louder by tenfold. What the heck was happening?!

The music played. Very raunchy, spicy, babymaking music. You expected it to be the typical Careless Whisper by George Michael or Pony by Ginuwine (corny songs which you could probably laugh at, at least), but no. Nuh-uh, this was probably worse. The DJ must be pretty young, the song of their choosing being a slowed, bass-boosted, sexier remix of Earned It by the Weeknd.

Ano 'to, bold? Fifty Shades of Grey? The hell was this?

Alright. This was embarrassing. Thank the heavens there were no children at this party. From the music alone and its implications, this was strictly for adults.

You removed your blindfold (that was okay now, right?) as the guests whistled playfully. You peeked one eye open reluctantly, then inwardly groaned. Oh, no. You should've expected it to be him of all people from how loud the reactions were. And all those yells from the crowd were from his family.

Son of a—

"Well, this has proven to be a very interesting arrangement!" the host proclaimed. "Our lucky man for tonight is none other than our great clan leader's heir, Maliksi Armanaz! Congratulations, sir! You get to slip the lacey little garter on Miss Y/N!"

The said very smug tikbalang stood a few feet away from the chair you were sitting on, smirking at you. His hair was no longer in that mesmerizing ponytail—instead, he'd tied it into a more sinfully attractive man-bun, loose strands framing his face and accentuating that sharp, angled jaw of his (say yes and thank you to Manny Jacinto's jawline, besties).

"Let's cheer him on in his new mission, everybody!" the host pushed. Was this that glint in his eye earlier? And was that a one thousand peso bill sticking out of his pocket?

The groomsmen, Mal's cousins and uncles whom you've met before, hollered words of encouragement to the tall man (who was, oddly enough, not one bit fazed). In fact, Maliksi seemed like he was famished as he stared you down.

You swallowed, feeling like you were going to get eaten (heh, say that again). Maliksi had shrugged off his dark suit blazer to the beat of the song (holy fuck, he also unclasped the suspenders attached to his pants right before your eyes—asdfghjkl). Were you prepared for this? No. Will you ever be prepared? No!

"Mr. Armanaz, before you begin," the host interrupted. "We have an additional challenge for you in this mission. Kaya mo ba? It was a request of the newlywed couple."

"What is it?"

"Use your teeth!" the bride and the groom cheerfully shouted, clapping with the other guests. Whatdidtheysaaaaay???

The cocky bastard didn't even hesitate, his smirk at you growing wider; those pearly whites of his on full display. Was it just you or were his canines a little sharper than usual?

"Anything for the newlyweds. Challenge accepted," he dashingly replied, winking at you. You sputtered indignantly. Pisteng yawa. Putangina. Putek. Pakshet. You swore you thought of every swear word in the book at that moment. What did that YouTube parody song about Filipino mythological creatures say again? About the tikbalang? Ah, yes. Half-macho dancer and half-stallion. Maybe the joke was true, especially when you saw what Maliksi did next.

He bit the shred of lace, loosening his necktie (bestie, you good there?), unbuttoning some top buttons, and rolling up the sleeves of his collared white undershirt up to his elbows (consequently showing off his toned, veiny forearms—those lucky bridesmaids behind him nearly fainted). Honestly, you felt like you were about to lose your mind from embarrassment. With how tantalizing your guy best friend was being? Let our response be: San Pedro, kunin mo na ako. Was he doing all this to tease you? To rile you up?

Because damn it all, it was working. In your ten years of knowing Maliksi Armanaz, withstanding all his daily dirty jokes and flirtatious attempts, never had you seen him like this. So... wolfish. Ravenous. Like he was a man that hadn't been fed in years.

He stalked closer towards you, falling to his knees in front of your legs. Your gown had a long slit that extended up to an inch or two below where your left leg began—your best friend was eyeing his target already, knowing where to place the garter. Normally, you would never even wear something as revealing as this gown. It just wasn't your type, but Maliksi was the one who bought this for you for this specific occasion, so you had no choice. It was this or your pantulog he stole you in just hours ago. At first, you were confident in the gown. Now? You felt too... naked.

Somehow, in the heat of it all, you'd muted out the noise of the venue. Maliksi teasingly lifted your foot up, fingertips slyly grazing the thin shoe straps around your left foot—his calculated touch leaving fire in its trail. Once the garter had been successfuly inserted past your high-heeled stilettos, the man kneeling in front of you kept his hands to himself. Despite the fact that now there was absolutely zero skin-to-skin contact between you and this man, your body felt hotter than it ever was before as he expertly slid the lacy bit of cloth up your ankle at an agonizingly slow pace.

Maliksi's warm eyes had turned dark, his pupils blown, a tinge of red in them—of his true beast—while he maintained striking eye contact with you, pulling the garter up your calf with his teeth. Smoothly tugging... tugging... tugging. Tangina, it was like he was undressing you with his eyes alone; like he was telepathically telling you to keep your eyes open.

To keep your eyes on him, where he was knelt inbetween your legs, his hands intentionally locked on his back. Did you ever imagine this? Him between your legs? Maybe. Once or twice. But you never thought about it seriously; Maliksi dated girls left and right in the past.

His lips... his lips were so close... so close to your leg that you could feel the heat of his breath along with the lace. Were you about to die? Perhaps you already did. Maybe you were in heaven. Up... up... up... snap!

Suddenly, he stopped, grinning up at you mischievously and letting the elastic bounce back to the skin of your left knee.

"I'm not going any further, don't worry, babe," he whispered, noting that your eyes had become misty and glazed over. Internally, he grew worried. "That's enough." Did he think it was from discomfort? From you being uncomfortable? Bitch, no. It was the exact opposite. You had never been this turned on in your entire life.

You felt like your soul had left your body at that moment. Did you just have a heart attack? Was your blood pressure okay? Before you or Maliksi could stand, however, someone bellowed from the wedding sponsor tables.

"Higher! That's an order!"

Fucking hell, it was Maliksi's father who shouted. He wasn't in the huge tikbalang form you'd normally meet him in, but he was still very intimidating in his humanoid form, commanding attention and subservience wherever he went. You could tell where Maliksi got it from.

Instantly, the other guests—already half-drunk and wanting the spirit of partying to continue on—joined in.

"Higher! Higher!"

The host cheered, "You heard Señor Armanaz! Higher!"

Maliksi gave you a questioning look. Even if it was his father who spoke up, he still wouldn't do anything you didn't want. Well, you two made it this far; there was no point in getting embarrassed now. You bit the inside of your cheek, nodding. You probably couldn't erase the redness on your skin with how much you'd blushed from this night. It was as if the heat was tattooed onto your skin.

"Go on, Mal," you whispered to him, bending your torso down closer to his face, eyes half-lidded from want. "Finish what you started, babe."

With those sultry bedroom eyes he'd never once seen you show him before—plus you turning the tables with that familiar term of endearment, how could he refuse? Like a switch had been flipped inside him, he immediately complied, taking the frilly scrap of stretchy lace between his teeth once more, moving it further up to your thighs until where your high slit ended—centimeters below the warming juncture between your legs.

Your legs felt wobbly... boneless, as you stood up from the chair, the fabric of your gown cascading over where the lace sat securely on your upper left thigh. The party was still going strong even after you two finished the garter wearing tradition.

"'Atta boy! That's my son!" Señor Armanaz blazoned, standing up and raising his glass for a toast. "Cheers to the newlywed couple! May they last forever!"

You guys weren't the newlyweds, but it did sure feel like it. If the clan leader was hyped up, everyone was hyped up. Heck, the groom and the bride didn't mind one bit what had just transpired on their dance floor. In all the chaos, Maliksi took you out of the reception area and somewhere quieter. More private.

You would need to have a serious, urgent talk with your boy best friend.

》》》

You two silently sat on a stone bench in a gazebo somewhere in the reserved venue for the wedding, trying to cool down and get yourselves back together (at this point, you needed ice from that steamy, half-scandalous event you just went through). Here, there was no one else except for the chirping of crickets, the lush trees surrounding the area, and the golden fairy lights strewn all over the roof. Awkwardness was something you'd expected after what just happened, but somehow, you still felt comfort in this man's presence. For the past thirty minutes, both of you just stayed still, lost in your thoughts and reflecting.

"Mal?" you finally spoke up.

"... Hmm?"

"Ano tayo?"

"Whatever you want us to be."

Your fingers instinctively reached out for his, just like they always did when you were anxious. Sensing this, he grasped your hand and squeezed it reassuringly. Soothingly. He massaged the skin of your fingers, distracting you from your nervousness. It seemed like both nothing and everything changed between both of you. The gesture was the same, but so different at the same time.

"Mahal mo ako." It was not a question. It was a statement. A truth—one that you'd been too blind to see before. One that you only discovered while you stared into each other's eyes in that party not as best friends. You realized with a jolt in your heart what he really felt for you, and now, what you really felt for him. In those thirty minutes of silence, you knew. You just knew.

"Yes. I do."

"... Just as a best friend?" you probed.

"..."

Finally, you gazed into his eyes, previously so dark and full of hunger. Now? Just reluctant. Vulnerable. Open. Unsure of what to do next.

Seems like you had to be the one to take initiative tonight. Taking out your phone, you opened your music app and pressed play on a certain song. Ikaw at Ako by Johnoy Danao. You removed your heels (which were starting to blister your ankles and toes), then pulled him up to stand.

"Dance with me," you murmured, grabbing his arms to wrap them around your waist. He was stiff. Tense. What was he to do when the woman he's been pining after for so long let him hold her? All his gallantry and ability to romance disappeared out the window the moment you let him touch you so intimately.

You two weren't even waltzing. Just swaying. Slowly, you leaned your head on his broad chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart.

"... I love you," Maliksi admitted in the middle of it all, feeling like he was dreaming. Your head on his chest kept him grounded to reality, however. "More than anything in the universe. I fell for you ever since you patched me up when you were nineteen and I was a reckless drag racer who didn't have a purpose in life. 'Nung dinala mo ako pabalik sa Armanaz Tower on the verge of death. Simula noon, ikaw lang."

"I realized that," you smiled, reminiscing the old memory. You were just a broke college student that time, coming back to your dorm from making your group thesis at a classmate's house. Imagine your panic when you found a half-man, half-horse bleeding out by some bushes on the way home at night. Despite your fear and your little money (only enough to feed you for the week), you went out of your way to buy a first-aid kit at the nearest 7/11. It was scary, but you managed to mend the creature's wounds by the side of the road. When he was finally able to speak, turning fully human (which you admit, freaked you out initially), you arduously carried him back to his address—to his father and his clan, even if you had classes the very next morning. Because of your heroic deed of saving their precious heir, the tikbalang clan had become indebted to you: a teenage girl on the verge of a mental academic breakdown, just making her way through the cruel adult world. How old of a memory that was, you thought, yet you still recalled it in perfect detail. "Just a while ago."

"Ah." He swayed you gently.

"Lahat ng ito, plano mo?"

"... Yes," Maliksi fessed up. "Except for this part where we're here dancing in this belvedere. Wala sa plano ko. Gusto ko sanang magconfess doon sa may fountain para sweet, pero..."

You lifted your head off his chest, smiling at him with one brow raised, "You know, between both of us, you're supposed to be the spontaneous one. Planning isn't usually your thing."

"I know. It's a failure, huh?" Maliksi sighed.

"Nah." You shook your head, then suddenly locked lips with him. It was so fast and surprising he didn't even get the chance to return your first kiss. For once, you caught him off guard. You pecked him on the lips again. "It's not a failure."

"Wha—"

"I'm sorry for making you wait, Maliksi. Ten years. We're twenty-nine now, and only tonight do I realize how blind I've been. We've been going around in circles, wasting so much time. Ayoko nang mag-aksaya ng oras," you whispered guiltily against his lips. How could you have been so blind? Andaming nasayang na taon. Making up your mind, you told him, "Yes. Sige, I accept. I'll be your plus one."

The tikbalang was flustered and baffled from the kiss, as well as your revelation, "... But, you already are?"

"No, silly. I meant that I'll be your plus one for life. For as long as you'll have me," you laughed, now processing that you were currently dancing barefoot with your boy best friend and had just kissed him in a wedding you didn't even plan on going to. The universe had a mysterious way of doing things. "Guess I'm the spontaneous one now, huh?"

Maliksi was tongue-tied. "Seryoso ka ba? Is... Is this a marriage proposal?"

"Whatever you want it to be," you echoed his words back to him. "Best friend, plus one, girlfriend, wife—mmpf!"

He kissed you so hard your lips bruised. After an impromptu makeout session which was definitely more in character for Maliksi, you both pulled away, panting heavily in search for air, still desperate for passion. He cupped your cheeks, giving you a sweet, featherlight Eskimo kiss.

"You're missing one more title."

"Hm? What do you mean, Mal?"

"Love of my life." He kissed you again, this time lifting you off your feet and spinning you around (his sneaky right hand was resting on your bum, too, giving it a tight squeeze). You know in the Princess Diaries where the main character's foot just... pops whenever the prince charming kissed her? Yeah, that happened to you on that humid summer night. This was right. You two were meant to be together. Everything was falling into place.

The bungalow you reserved for your Batangas vacation leave ended up being the site of your very eventful honeymoon with the Prince of the Tikbalang (with his libido, it wasn't that difficult to continue where you'd left off in the garter toss; that scrap of lace came off your leg the same way it went on). Actually, nauna pa ang honeymoon sa actual wedding (it was definitely spontaneous). Right after your confession in that alcove, you two went to Maliksi's father to ask for his blessing (which he gladly gave, cackling and saying that it took you long enough) before you guys went driving off to Batangas that night. You and Mal indeed had lots and lots of fun in that resort (I'll let you imagine the rest). More beautiful memories were made from that point on—this time, not just as best friends.

All that and your small, intimate wedding occurred in early April. Just when you thought that it'd be impossible to fulfill Maliksi's life goal of having a baby within the year (nine months of pregnancy meant that the earliest you'd give birth would be January next year), the impossible happened.

Exactly thirty-two weeks later, on New Year's Eve, the Armanaz herd welcomed one prince and two new princesses into the world. Triplets who were instantly adored by everyone in the clan.

Señor Armanaz had never been happier, and so were you and your husband. Your best friend. The love of your life. Your forever plus one.

Maybe being spontaneous wasn't so bad after all.

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JJK Characters Rate Their Petnames Given By Their S/O

(And Their Favorite Petnames to Give to Their S/O)

❥ Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

❥ Content: Headcanons

❥ Date: May. 25. 21

❥ Word Count: 758

❥ Content Warning: Suggestive themes, Humor, Fluff, grammatical errors

❥ Characters Featured/Mentioned: Itadori Yuuji, Kugisaki Nobara, Fushiguro Megumi, Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru

❥ Notes: Wow I have a lot of time on my hands. Should I make petname hcs pt 2 for the 2nd years?

- Daynada ❧

Itadori Yuuji

❥ Ita (6/10 - it’s cute nothing too unique)

❥ Yuuyuu (8/10 - he finds it adoring, a bit embarrassed only because you easily fluster him)

❥ Togepi (bc he looks like one) (7/10 doesn’t understand why you call him that but likes Pokémon)

❥ Baby-boy (9/10 yes he is your baby boy baby him pls)

❥ Romeo (10/10 honestly tho he likes whatever you wanna call him)

❥ Tiger (9/10 he likes it! Makes him feel like he’s baddd even tho he’s still bby)

Calls You:

❥ Mrs/Mr. Itadori (Itadori (y/n))

❥ Baby

❥ Mon Chou (which means my cabbage, apparently French people say this to each other and you have no idea why he’s calling you a cabbage - edit: there are two meanings of Mon chou: 1. term of endearment/adoration and 2. meaning “my cabbage” 🥬 !)

❥ My Lovah

❥ Dove

❥ Peach blossom

❥ My everything (cuuuteeeee)

Kugisaki Nobara

❥ Your highness/your majesty (100/10 because it’s facts)

❥ Baby-girl (8/10 depending on how you say it tooo oooh she’ll be all blushy tryna play it off)

❥ Princess (7/10 it’s not the first ones but she can make do - even though you might be saying it cos she’s a spoiled brat <3)

❥ My Flower (1000/10 she's just like aww babe 🥺)

❥ Carrot Top (-2/10)

❥ Vixen (10/10 she’s like “damn straight”)

❥ International Superstar Model Kugisaki Nobara (She will marry you/10)

Calls You:

❥ Lover Girl/Lover Boy

❥ Babe

❥ Babester

❥ Toots ;)

❥ The Baddest™

❥ My Property

❥ Baby boo

Fushiguro Megumi

❥ Umi (9/10 Umi means the ocean in Japanese, you explain his eyes are deep and blue as the ocean cutecutecute)

❥ Sweet Baby Boy (10/10 emphasis on “sweet” cos this boy blushin’)

❥ Gumi-drop/Gumi-bear/Gumi-ball (6/10 won’t admit he kinda likes it only cos you say it so sweetly and doesn’t want you to say it in front of his friends)

❥ My Sweet Prince (7/10 doesn’t think he’s prince-like but it’s flattering to think you adore him as such)

❥ Angel Face (8/10 a bit embarrassing only because he melts when you say it)

❥ Zookeeper/puppeteer (😐/10 haha you got the whole squad laughing)

Calls You:

❥ Puppy (I think we can all agree 🥺)

❥ Kitten (Suggestively oooh)

❥ My Moonlight

❥ Bunny

❥ Better/Other Half (😭)

❥ My Pretty girl/Pretty Boy

❥ Angel

Bonus:

Nanami Kento

❥ Ken (first 7/10 but now 6.5/10 bc he probably hates being called after Barbie’s boyfriend lMAOOO)

❥ Nana (8/10 lowkey because when you say it makes him feel soft awh)

❥ Darling (9/10)

❥ Kenny (6/10)

❥ Boss Man (4/10 he doesn’t know where that came from - “Dub so big I had to roll down the window to see it boss man” “Sure thing boss man” - Nanami:???)

❥ Dreamboat (8/10)

❥ Light of my Life (🫀/10)

❥ Soul mate (🫀🫀🫀/10)

Calls You:

❥ Beloved

❥ Beautiful/Handsome

❥ Princess/prince (on rare occasions 😳)

❥ All Mine

❥ Honey

❥ Dearest

❥ Sweetheart

Gojo Satoru:

❥ Stud-muffin/stud (9/10 yeah he knows)

❥ Toru (9.5/10 just feels more wholesome, yeah he likes 🙂)

❥ Sugar Daddy (10/10 honestly you stopped calling him that you know it’ll intensify his ego)

❥ Zaddy (9/10 this is the closest thing to ‘Zaddy’ with a ‘d’ instead of a ‘z’ as he really wants you to say it but you’re just like “r u h0rn¥ all the time or somethin’?" 😀 Like is this even a petname?)

❥ Papi (9.5/10 again. He really likes it. But you probably said it only a couple of times. He is desperate please. “getting kinda closer tho” “no, just no.”)

❥ Stinky (7/10 Gojo likes it as he knows you’re saying it when he annoys you)

❥ One-Third of the Three Blind Mice (0/10 he's had enough he's going to snap you’ve said it for the billionth time)

Calls you

❥ Lamb

❥ Big booty Judy/Jude (Judy/Jude won’t even be your real name but he’ll call you that because he seems to really like your ass)

❥ Babycakes

❥ Gorgeous/Hottie

❥ My boo/boo thang

❥ Pooster (wtf I just know he says this to you)

❥ Doll/doll face

❥ Smalls

❥ Snookums

❥ Sugar

❥ Queen/king

❥ This guy will literally call you anything and thinks it’s endearing. Please love him lmao.

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Job interview (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Claire Herondale

Word count: 1,5 k

Summary: Landry Olsen goes to speak to the Head of the Diagnostic Team in hopes of working in Ethan Ramsey's team.

Warnings: None

A/N: Just Landry being Landry. And my two idiots being in love - this time with actual words being said. Also, Ethan being protective and proud - you know, like a husband.

Landry Olsen walked the halls of Bloom Edenbrook with his head held high. After two years of being gone, he felt a familiar feeling of pride at the sight of rooms and staff, no matter how many changes have taken place.

The news of a job opening in the Diagnostic Team flooded the medical community, reaching the doctors of Solomon Kenmore. In particular, Landry Olsen. It was like his dream came true once more, like he got a second chance at this.

Since his residency ended, he knew for sure that Claire’s residency was over too. For an opening in the team to happen now? It couldn’t have been a coincidence – she must have packed her bags and left, leaving a space for him to fill. Leaving him a chance to finally work by Ethan Ramsey’s side and prove to him that he was a better doctor between him and his former friend.

That’s what brought him to Edenbrook. He didn’t think to check, so blinded with his pride that he strutted to the nurse’s station, asked where the new DT office was and, as soon as he got the confirmation that the head of the team was in, walked towards the place that would grant him a new start for his career.

He straightened his shirt, shaking in anticipation to see his medical hero, sitting behind the desk, waiting for him to give him his resume – waiting for Landry to join the team, like he should have done two years ago.

A screeching sound of an alarm blared in his ears when he stepped through the door and casted his gaze onto the figure sitting behind the desk. They were hunched over a chart, drumming the pencil against the smooth surface under their palm. Their coat was draped over the back of the chair they were sitting on, completely in their element – like they owned the place.

At the sound of the steps, they spoke up. “Ethan, babe, you’re early, you said you’d be here in ten minutes- “ Claire lifted her gaze from the lines of patient information and moved it towards the person standing two meters from her. “Oh.”

They stared at each other in silence, neither sure what to do. Landry’s brain didn’t register the term of endearment she used in regards to Ethan Ramsey, too shocked by seeing her in the room to notice the additional information.

“I didn’t expect to see you here.” He managed to spit out, shaking himself off mentally. She raised an eyebrow.

“Who did you expect to see? You knew I was in the team, Landry.”

“I heard about an opening in the team, and since our residencies are over, I figured that… you’d leave.” He explained, shrugging as though his line of thought was the sanest thing in the world. Claire nodded slowly, sending him a strange look.

“I see. And, well, as you can see, that’s not the case. As a matter of fact-“

“That’s the last time I let you choose our lunch option, Claire. The traffic could not have been worse.” Ethan’s voice interrupted her as he walked into the room. At the sight of a faintly familiar face, he stopped in his tracks. Only for a moment, though, because he resumed his stride pretty much immediately, joining Claire behind her desk, their food in hand. He put the boxes down, then kissed her forehead warmly.

“That’s bullshit and you know it. Besides, why couldn’t you just order? They would have delivered it, no problem.” She grinned, leaning back in her seat.

“No problem, huh? I’ll remind you of how much it’s not a problem the next time you want those cookies that they do not deliver.” He nodded towards the smaller bag on the side. She gasped, touching her chest theatrically.

“Oh my god, I love you.”

“As I love you.” Ethan replied without missing a beat, his eyes softening as he smiled at his girlfriend.

At that moment, Landry Olsen cleared his throat. The couple looked at him at once, as though they only now remembered that they had company – neither embarrassed by the situation, though.

“Right.” Claire cleared her throat, turning in her seat to face him again. “As I was saying, I didn’t leave.”

“If you didn’t leave, then who did?” Landry asked, confused beyond measure. The next words wrecked his world and he felt ground slipping from under his perfect little vision of his future.

“I did.” Ethan spoke up, leaning against the desk. He nudged Claire’s arm with his knee, winking at her, both smiling.

“So… who’s the team leader now?” He stuttered, not for the first time in the past ten minutes, unable to understand what was happening.

“I am.” Claire raised her chin confidently, her posture straightening. “So, if you still want to discuss the opening in the team with its leader, that would be me.”

Olsen looked between the couple, the reality of their relationship suddenly catching up to him. The kiss, the love confession, their closeness – all like a slap to the face, all confirming what he already knew years ago.

“I… you two- but I- “

“I don’t think he’s a good fit, if I’m being honest.” Ethan shared his opinion, turning towards her. “You’re the boss here, so the decision is yours, but he doesn’t look like he’d be able to get much done. Well.” He gave the younger doctor a dirty look, well aware of what he’s done in the past. “Maybe except for sabotaging his coworkers.”

Landry paled. He wanted to run but his body froze, and he couldn’t move a finger. Memories of the conversation he had with Claire when she realized what he’s been doing came back to him immediately. He still stood by his point – a resident leading a team? In what universe would that be happening? He opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out.

Ethan smirked at the sight, shaking his head at the younger man. He turned towards Claire and dropped his voice to a mutter. “I’ll wait for you in my office.” With a kiss to her cheek, he gathered their food and moved towards the door.

“You gave her the team because you’re sleeping with her?” Landry finally spit out, his voice pitchy and cracked. Ethan stopped immediately, turning around to reveal the stone-cold look on his face.

“I invite you to say it again and make an even bigger idiot out of yourself.” If looks could kill, Landry Olsen would be a pile of ash from how fiery Ethan Ramsey’s gaze was. “Go on, say that again.” When no other words were said, he scoffed. “That’s what I thought. You have nothing going for yourself, so you resort to bringing others down to hide your own incompetence. Truly touching. Now do us both a favor and go back to the place you came from so I can enjoy my lunch break with my girlfriend in peace.”

He glanced at Claire, his expression melting into a tender smile. “Come to my office once you’re done here.” She nodded, a barely visible gesture. He turned around, leaving the room without sparing Landry another look.

She stared at her former friend for a long minute, waiting for him to say something. When he didn’t, she sighed, deciding to take the high road. “Would you like some water?”

Landry shook his head, taking a step back. He apologized after what felt like forever, then bid her goodbye and began to leave the office. He ran into Tobias and Harper, dropping his gaze to the ground when he passed them by to avoid embarrassing himself any further. The last thing he heard before he got too far away was Tobias’s taunting voice.

“Aw, man, Ramsey said it would get good. We always miss the fun, Harps.” He nudged Harper with his elbow, both of them laughing. Claire joined in, standing up and reaching for her sweater.

“We come here to spend out lunch break with the boss and the boss is leaving?” Harper teased her playfully, knowing damn well where Claire was going. The blonde shrugged innocently.

“Sorry, guys, my boyfriend just destroyed the guy that sabotaged me two years ago. He earned some kisses at the very least.” She walked backwards, grinning. “Not to mention that he has my food. See you in a bit!”

Harper giggled at their dynamic, her shoulders shaking as Tobias reached for a piece of paper, formed the ball and then threw it at Claire. “Lock the door when you get there!”

Notes

Claire: “Would you like some water?”

Perrie: “For your newly obtained burns?”

I’ve wanted to write some Landry-being-roasted fic again for a while now, and this just jumped at me today. A splitsecond decision was made and here we are.

Long story short, I have absolutely no time to write, but I write anyway. I’m probably gonna die because of this, so it’s been fun guys <3

Jk, but not really. I’m probably going to be gone for a while because of my finals. I’ll be back as soon as possible, and in the meantime, I’m going to be here, reading and praising our Queens for giving us the content we need after OH ended.

Thank you so much for being here with me for the entirety of the OH journey, having you here means more than I can express.

See you on the other side of the war. Literally.

Love you guys so much, thank you for reading <3

Tagging separately

[letsperaltiago]

somewhere only we know

This is my entry for the B99 Summer 2021 Fic Exchange and it's for lovely Johanna aka. @amyscascadingtabs <3 I picked the prompt: "Jake and Amy going on a babymoon and enjoying some time together before everything changes for good."

It's very simple and just pure good, happy parents to be-vibes so yeah :) I initially wanted to add smut but didn't have the time to write it :(( If you feel like it's something you'd like, then feel free to lemme know! I can always add a chapter two heh. Anyways, enjoy!!

Rating: G

Words: 2.7k

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“Jake, this is… amazing.”

This seems to be all Amy can come up with as the hotel room presents itself before her. Better or bigger words seem to be lacking from her otherwise excellent vocabulary but she blames it on the fact that she’s been carrying a tiny human for the past 35 weeks - not that she’s complaining. It’s been hard, both physically and mentally, and there are a few more weeks to go but by the end of it all, she’ll be holding her little baby boy. 

She’s tired and every inch of her body swollen and/or sore, but more importantly she’s eager and excited. Jake is too, if not even more than her, and this has resulted in the current scene: their babymoon. 

“You like it?” 

The way Jake asks her, eyes shining with innocent expectation and voice laced with childish excitement has her imagining just how their little boy will turn out to be. She can’t hold back her smile. This man will walk to the end of the earth to make her happy, essentially already has during this pregnancy, and the babymoon is just as much for him as it is for her. 

She turns on her heels to face him, showing him the bright smile that’s plastered on her makeup-free face which has gained some freckles during her pregnancy. 

“You could’ve planned a trip to a dumpster and I would still love it.”

Hands cupping his scruffy cheeks she pulls him in for a short but tender kiss that even so many years later, after thousands of kisses, has his toes curl in excitement. She truly would’ve stayed anywhere as long as Jake was with her. Although she does appreciate the fact that she’s standing in a beautiful lakeview suite at the LakeHouse Inn. 

“Should we reassess how much we refer to dumpsters and other gross locations when we declare our love for each other?” 

She chuckles at his comment, lips resonating against the corner of his grin. 

“Should we?” She slowly slides her hands to the back of her neck, entangling her fingers to keep her latched onto him even as she pulls away to flash him a pretend contemplative expression.  

Eyebrows cocked in playfulness, they share an indicative look in silence, only for them to break it in unison. “Nahh.”

“Right? It’s what makes us us.” Jake pulls her in by the hips which are carrying their son. 

Everything about Amy reminds him of their little miracle and makes him feel all tingly and excited. One look at her, one touch, and he forgets about the rest of the world and its crappiness. He has Amy and together with the tiny human in her belly, she is his entire universe. 

“Exactly.”

She closes the gap between them (as much as she can with the full-blown balloon shape of her stomach). 

“So,” she mumbles against his lips, “what are your plans for us?” 

Sadly, the 3-hour drive from home didn’t do wonders for her heavily pregnant body and even though she won’t admit it out loud, she hopes her husband’s plans for tonight will demand the bare minimum of her. She feels his lips and body withdraw, prompting her eyes open however the mischievous smile that meets her has a dimmed anxious feeling creeping over her - he does remember she’s 35 weeks pregnant, right? 

“I know that look, Peralta.” Her voice is distrustful, and after 7 years together she should know better than giving in to his teasing, but her suspicious air only fuels his fire and desire to mess with her. 

“In honor of my incredible and always so organized wife, there’s a tightknit schedule waiting for us.”

Tightknit schedule? Amy would usually be beaming at these words but right then and there, swollen legs, hungry and feeling everything but hot and fit after the drive, she aches to fall back onto the bed and sleep for days. It’s huge, king-sized, with crispy white sheets and the fluffy pillows are definitely calling her name. Although, the fact that Jake has everything planned out for their last vacation together, just the two of them, does pull on some heartstrings. He loves her so much and she loves him so much too. So much that she (almost) doesn’t turn a hair when he proudly starts listing their schedule for the evening and following day. 

“So right now it’s 4 PM which means unpacking-time. At 6 we have a dinner reservation at this cute little restaurant in a little town nearby so we’ll need to leave at approximately 5.45. At 8 there’s a showing of Die Hard at the local movie theater, which I thought we could attend?”

Okay, maybe her left eye flinches at this but very discreetly (or so she chooses to believe). 

“Then tomorrow there’s breakfast at 7, which is perfect because we have canoeing on the lake at 8.30...” 

She zones out after this. Hormones, tiredness, the fact that she can’t feel her feet- there are a thousand reasons but Amy can feel the most is tears prickling, threatening to spill. Not because she doesn’t appreciate her husband’s efforts and grand gestures, all for her, but because she can’t stand the thought of doing any of these sweet things he’s planned for them. She can’t cry though. He’s going to think something is actually wrong.

“Babe?”

However far gone she was, the sound of Jake’s voice pulls her back in and there’s a confusing mixture of mischief and pure adoration shining from these famous deep brown eyes. Why is he almost smiling when she’s having a tiny meltdown?

“Are you crying?”

“No?” she scoffs although she’s proven wrong upon touching her cheek where her fingers are met by a thin wet streak. “I’m just,” she clears her throat in hopes of avoiding a strained voice, “so overwhelmed by happiness and everything you’ve planned for us. It all sounds… great.”

Silence dawns upon them as Amy’s fake smile tries to convince him. On his part, Jake is biting his lip in an attempt to hold back a laugh, but his wife’s panicked look and teary eyes have him failing to last and after a couple of seconds he breaks the quietness. 

“Honey, I’m messing with you,” he chuckles and quickly pulls her back in for a tight hug, as tight as the belly allows, pecking the top of her head. “I know you love a good schedule but the only plans I have for us are: staying in bed, ordering room service, and watching tv.”

“Oh, thank God.”

The moan of relief flies out of her before she can even consider how it must sound to Jake, a great deal of embarrassment hitting her upon realization. She just made it sound like she wouldn’t appreciate her husband’s effort to make this weekend of theirs the best. 

“Jake, I’m so sorry! I didn’t-”

She pulls back to look him in the eyes, ready to offer a sincere apology for her blunt exclamation. She never gets to. Instead, she’s met with a huge grin and her husband looking everything but mad or hurt. Almost as if he knew. He knew how she’d react. He wanted her to react.

“You sly sneak! You knew you’d freak me out!” 

Only her husband can trick her like this, and, on one hand, it’s very endearing... Jake Peralta is more than just a good cop; he’s excellent. Brilliant and bold, maybe even too much sometimes, although he usually gets away with it. Usually, she’s always on his heels and she hates to admit it, but her mommy brain and restless hormones are making it much harder, if not impossible, to keep up with his always upbeat pace. 

“Of course I knew, babe.”

No matter how hard she tries, she can’t even find it within herself to be genuinely annoyed with him. He’s pulled her back into his arms and is looking at her with that mischievous smile that can both infuriate and enchant her. Tonight it’s a little bit of both although mostly the latter, she has to admit and the last bit of annoyance melts away the second he leans in, offering her a soft kiss that lets reminds her of the fact that he’s the best thing in the whole damn world. 

“I love you,” she manages to mumble against his lips before he can pull too far back, her swollen fingers cradling his jaw to emphasize her words. It tampers with any kind of reasoning and her ability to remain miffed. 

“I love you too...” her husband mumbles back against her lips. 

Pulling away isn’t an option, he’s too addicted and he enjoys feeling the air coming from her nose when she chuckles. “How much?”

“At the very least enough to not make my heavily pregnant wife canoe around a lake.” 

“Peanut and I appreciate that very much.”

Although after all these months there’s a comfort and familiarity in being able to rub her belly and know her son is in there, safe and sound, knowing he soon enough will be out here in the real world with them has butterflies fluttering in her chest. Jake’s hand joining hers in stroking her belly only causes the number of butterflies to multiply, explode all over again, and her hormones are making her question whether she wants to cry or laugh - or perhaps do both. After such a long wait, from the second they decided to start trying, there’s no blaming her impatience. There’s so much to expect and patience has never been her strongest asset. Only when it comes to Jake and their son. She’s impatient to see, hear and feel it all. The life and adventure she’s created with the man she loves the most seems scarily close yet torturously far away. 

With no reason to leave in sight, Amy finds herself bundled up in a hotel bed sent from heaven, wearing nothing but panties and her favorite nursing bra. Jake is on an errand run to grab her the creme cheese-filled pierogis and Arroz con Leche their son and she are very much craving. Although she does prefer her abuela’s homemade version of the latter, even a pregnant Amy can come to terms with the fact that there are limits to Jake’s super husband-powers. He can and will get her almost anything as long as physically possible - or within a radius of 20 miles which Abuela Dolores at this given time for good reasons isn’t. 

Amy had insisted on the hotel’s room service menu being more than fine, but her husband knows her all too well and could tell she wasn’t content with the ravioli and créme brulée she’d originally settled for. Before she could even begin to protest his offer to run out and get it for her, her husband had pulled on a pair of jogging pants and a hoodie, grabbed his keys, and left her behind with a peck to the top of her head and a promise to be back in not too long. 

In all honesty, the ravioli and creme brulée would’ve been fine, and she would’ve preferred Jake to be here to cuddle her. Nonetheless, there’s no denying how loved and important Jake makes her feel. Especially when he suddenly walks in the door, multiple plastic bags hanging on his arms and car keys dangling from his mouth. The view is hilarious, to say the very least, and she wonders: how did she ever get so very lucky? 

Perhaps she will never know the answer to this. Luckily when you’re cuddled up in a soft hotel bed eating pierogis, fries, grapes, and Arroz con Leche with the love of your life, it doesn’t really matter how you got there. Being too busy talking, eating, and making out, the documentary about the history of paper Amy’s been dying to watch is mostly just background noise. 

“Can you believe we’re having a baby?”

Her husband’s mouth is filled with fries and before she can even think of answering his question, she has to reach over to wipe ketchup from the corner of his mouth. 

“Yes… but also no. In a good way.”

It’s true. She always knew she wanted kids but wanting is one thing; actually outliving it still seems surreal to her, even as she runs her hands around the curve of the skin encapsulating their very own little human being. What makes it so much more surreal is the fact that Jake Peralta is the father. Jake Peralta, the guy who she 6 years ago could only pine for. Now she’s lying in bed with him, watching him smile at her with those soft, brown eyes and warm rosy lips that she not so secretly hopes their son will inherit. He swiftly wipes oil and salt off his fingers before reaching over to place his hands on top of her belly. Placing hers on top of his happens like a newfound reflex of hers. His hand is warm and feels like home.

“This is probably the last getaway we’ll have, yanno, just the two of us.”  

His soft voice has her looking up from their joined hands on her belly to see him looking directly at her with glistening eyes, the blue light from the television casting a blue hue on the side of his head. He looks so handsome, pensive, so perfect and she can’t come to terms with the fact that he’s her’s and she his, and together they’ve created new life.

“Yeah. More likely than not.” 

“How do you feel about that? Are you scared? You know- of giving birth and how life will be after that?”

A few beats of silence go by, only the dull sound of the tv filling the otherwise silent room. His hand never slips out of from beneath hers. Does this question maybe reflect some worries of his? 

“Not scared, per se...”

She quickly makes sure that there’s no food in-between them before scooting in closer to him. Her hand slips off of his only to slide up his arm, all the way up to cup his face. There’s close to no room between them. Her thumb dances across his cheekbone. 

“... Excited, maybe a bit anxious, but I know it’ll be alright and so very worth it in the end. And yeah, our life nd dynamic might have to change a bit but it’ll always be us. But I’m not scared,” This seems to put a damper on his running mind. “And you know why?”

“Hm?”

“Because I have the world’s best baby daddy.”

As hoped a wide smile lights up his face, pure unadulterated joy so obviously present in this little moment of theirs. Worries seem irrelevant and non-existing. 

“Are you worried, babe?” 

She sees his smile fade a bit but not enough to genuinely worry her. Just like everyone, he has his thoughts and worries. With care comes worries. He wants to do his best, she knows. 

“Maybe a bit, you know? Like not genuinely worried like I would’ve been a few years ago, but just… averagely worried.” 

“That’s okay,” she comforts, her thumb still tracing smooth lines on his cheek. “It’s normal. It just means you care and want to do good, which is all I can really ask of you.” 

“I do care. A lot. So so much,” he chuckles shyly. 

“Which is also why you’re going to be fine, I will be fine and everything will be fine.” 

She doesn’t give him the time to agree nor protest but instead leans in to place a long, tender kiss on his lips, inviting him to join in on the moment.  It’s just a simple kiss, soft, like the one they had a Shaw’s after agreeing to stop trying (which eventually lead to more trying, but that’s beside the point). With every breath, they take the kiss grows deeper, longer. It’s as if their bodies are aware of the fact that this will be the last time they get to do this without a child to get home to; without the responsibility of being a parent. All at once, it’s frightening but also, more than anything, exciting. Their lives might be on the verge of changing forever. Although lying there in bed together, feeling the soft touch of their spouse, it feels like they’ve never changed and never will. They’re always going to be Jake and Amy. 

[homeformyheart]

Beckett x F!MC request? #15 - Things you said with too many miles between us | Maybe a scenario where it's the summer before the last year of attending Penderghast? and the couple is spending part of their summer apart in said scenario?

thank you for the request and sorry this took so long. i appreciate that this one fit an angsty scenario since fluff is harder for me to write.

author’s note: this takes place before the group’s senior year at penderghast and is a little angsty to balance the other request for something really fluffy that i’m working on with these two. i hope you enjoy! copyright: all characters owned by pixelberry studios. series/pairing:the elementalists – beckett harrington x f!mc (celeste russell) rating/warnings: 14+; minor angst based on/prompt: things you said prompts // 15. with too many miles between us word count: ~1k summary: long distance is taking a toll on celeste and beckett.

disconnected

celeste glanced between her phone and scryglass for what was probably the hundredth time – or at least atlas would whine that it was if she were here. it took three years for her to finally cave and get a scryglass – she had gotten comfortable straddling the line between attuned society and the attuneless world she grew up in.

after all, both worlds were a part of her.

but after griffin’s graduation, even zeph joined in on shreya’s campaigning to have her and atlas “stop being neanderthals and join the society they belonged in” as she so eloquently put it.

celeste was proud of how long she held out – she knew that as soon as she bought a scryglass that shreya would insist on getting her an instattuned account. she was just coming to terms with who she really was (thankfully there were no big life revelations last school year for once) and how powerful her magick was. she could wait on becoming an attuned celebrity.

even in the attuneless world (it was still weird to think about the world she grew up in as the “other”), she avoided social media and really only used her phone to call friends and family. and anyway, she was sure shreya created enough of a celebrity persona around her and atlas through her own instattuned account.

it wasn’t until beckett asked her to consider getting one to make it easier for them to connect over the summer that she went out and bought one for herself and atlas.

once again, they were spending the summer apart pursuing separate internships – beckett had received some prestigious grant to help accelerate his thaumaturgy research in london (at the rate he was going, he was probably going to publish two thesis papers by winter solstice) while celeste chose to stay at penderghast and work with former dean waithe and dean swan on blood magick research.

the stigma around blood magick required them to be creative with how she practiced and observed positive use cases – including moonlighting as an emergency room nurse in an attuneless hospital near the school. in addition to the night shifts at the hospital (it was much easier to use magick on unsuspecting attuneless when there were less people around), she was putting together a carefully worded grant proposal based on her observations.

eventually, she’d love to see the ban on blood magick overturned.

she sighed and checked her messages again, but still nothing from beckett. they hadn’t been able to figure out a time that worked for both their schedules and the time zone difference.

and she missed him, a lot.

her scryglass rang and she quickly accepted the video call, eyes turning misty at the sight of beckett’s face. it wasn’t nearly close to what she really wanted, but she’d have to make do.

“hi, babe. i miss you.”

beckett ran his hand through his hair, dark circles under his eyes that drooped with fatigue in the corners. “hi. it’s so good to see you.”

celeste’s throat tightened and she bit her lip. “i hate this. magick can create a portal out of thin air to transport you across the country, but can’t get rid of time zones?”

“i know,” he sighed. “but on the bright side, i think i found a breakthrough for that research i was doing with the ivy in the lake district. it’s absolutely fascinating and i can see why the attuneless are obsessed with it…”

she propped the scryglass against the textbooks on her desk and rested her cheek on her hand, nodding along occasionally as beckett droned on. normally she found his academic monologues endearing, but she really just wanted to feel connected to him again.

and right now, the man in her screen didn’t feel like the man she loved.

“i’m sorry for monopolizing our time, i know it’s late for you. how is your work going?”

irritation flit across celeste’s face. “it’s fine. do we have to talk about work and research?”

beckett’s brow furrowed. “of course not. what would you like to discuss? how’s your family?”

“what are we doing beckett?” she interjected. “we’re about to be seniors and we’ll have to decide what we’re going to do after graduation. what if we have to keep doing long-distance? how long can we keep this up?”

“have you forgotten i can create portals that bring me straight to you?”

“yeah, i know but you haven’t been able to do that all summer because you’re so damn busy."

“i know, but we’ll see each other at school soon. all the work i’ve been doing will pay off, i promise.”

she shook her head. “i know your work is important to you and i love your passion. i do. it just feels like sometimes our relationship isn’t as important to you.”

his jaw dropped. “of course you’re important to me, celeste. i love you.”

beckett’s face softened with concern and celeste dropped her gaze. “i love you too, but this isn’t working right now. i don’t know what to do.”

“i—”

a ring cut him off and he frowned. “sorry, i have to take this. just give me one minute.”

“it’s okay, i should head to bed anyway. i’ll talk to you tomorrow.” she forced a brief smile and ended the call before beckett could respond, putting both phones on silent.

she pressed her palms against her eyes before crawling into bed, wondering if maybe they weren’t meant to last.

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[klance-fics]

My all time fav fics:

Broken things

“I am going to kill you.” Lance was seeing red. His fingers wrapped so tightly around the blade in his hand, it felt like an extension of his own body.

“Not today, little lion.”

“If you fucking touch him I will –“

The Galra was suddenly leaning down – his yellow eyes only inches away from Lance’s. His words, a whisper in Lance’s ear: A threat; a promise. “Oh, I am not going to touch him. He is the half-breed son of the woman who murdered my sister. He is the leader of Voltron. No, I am not going to touch him…I am going to break him.”

Or: Two years after season 8, a Blade mission goes wrong, and Keith is perceived to be dead. Lance refuses to believe that, and goes in search of him. What he finds, however, is worse than anything he imagined.

flesh and blood (you deserve to be loved)

Lance is melting under the intensity of Keith’s words, the sincerity of his voice, the softness of his heart. Falling for him all over again, but in different ways--not just for his smiles and his hands and his iridescent eyes, but for his heart and his voice and the way he makes Lance feel--tender and warm and deeply, deeply in love.

Keith is like the ocean, Lance thinks, in that he is incredibly deep and beautiful and dangerous and dark. And when you get too close, he pulls you in like the sinking tides. Whether or not you embrace him is up to you.

☆ﾟ. * ･ ｡ﾟ

Or, Lance dreams of Earth's oceans to put out the fire raging within him. Falling in love with Keith happens somewhere along the way.

sweetheart

“Sorry, babe,” Keith says. He even smiles, no doubt proud of himself.

And Lance knows it’s his fault. He started it, after all, but at least the biting term of endearment made sense when he was the one doing it. Keith had been talking to him like they were some old married couple. The kind who’ve been married too long and don’t love each other anymore and gripe over meaningless shit, only managing to piss each other off even further.

That’s why Lance called him dear. Because it made sense in the situation. It was a calculated insult. A strategic jab.

Keith, on the other hand, is weaponizing the term of endearment without any rhyme or reason, simply to get back at Lance.

Or: Keith and Lance have gotten into the habit of using pet names as condescending insults. They're not really terms of endearment.

These Walls have ears

Before Lance’s friends arrive at his apartment for their weekly movie night, Keith is in Hunk’s car on the phone to Lance, trying to explain why they’re late, again.

Mid conversation, Keith drops his phone under the seat. Assuming Lance has hung up, Pidge and Hunk start pestering Keith about certain feelings that he may be harboring, leading to some quite personal confessions.

Little do they know, Lance has not hung up, and is listening in on every word. Shenanigans ensue.

That Won’t Last, He’s Gay and She’s an Alien

Lance didn’t know what he’d expected to see when he came onto the Garrison’s training deck, but it definitely wasn’t this.

Keith was panting with exertion, pinning someone to the ground with the edge of his training sword just brushing their neck. And by someone, Lance meant Acxa, one of Lotor’s old half-Galra generals.

Or, Lance walks in on Keith and Acxa sparring. He has not-so-mixed feelings about it.

You never stood a chance

lance to hunk ♡

>i’m gonna fukin die hunk oh mygod i sent

>keith a work out selfie that i wan supposed to fcukin send to you and you know what it said

>”BET YOU WANNA LICK THESE NIPS”

>HUNK I WILL NEVE BE ABLE TO FCE HIM AGAIN I WANT TO DI E

(Or, Keith is beautiful, Lance has a crush, and there's lots of shirtless selfies)

A healthy dose of Denial never hurt anyone

There was a cough behind them. Keith and Lance both turned around and found the other players looking at them in amusement.

One of the guys said, “Look, we’re happy for you, but you two are giving us diabetes.”

“Yeah, not everyone here is into PDA. Get a room.”

“What? What’re you talking about?” Keith asked.

“We know you’re dating, but there’s a time and place for everything.”

“We aren’t dating!” Keith and Lance both said at the same time.

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Or: 5 times Keith and Lance deny they are boyfriends, and the time they finally don't

plot-twist: the waiter is the date

Lance is going on a blind date at the café Keith works at, but his date never shows up. What happens next will warm your heart.

let me melt under the heat of your sun

He begins to seek Keith out in a crowd without meaning to. Eyes occasionally following him like they were magnetized, looking for the familiar waves that barely brush the high uniform collars. He looks for dark hair and dark eyes, crossed arms and a silent frown, stark against the sea of enthusiastic, starry-eyed cadets.

He feels drawn to him.

(Or, Lance falls in love with Keith during the time they spent together at the Garrison.)

[taetaespeaches]

“Do you mind if we dim the lights down, baby?”

namjoon x reader (or oc) genre: fluff; crack word count: 4.9K

a/n: well, lovelies, this is just a lot lol. Daisy is meeting the boys and it includes literally everyone but Kid (she and Yoongi are together but she hasn’t met the guys yet) and Holly (she isn’t in the picture yet). This is complete with a Jin vs. Peaches battle, ‘Expensive Girl’, a small moment between Daisy and Guk, and a mintcho debate. So yeah, I hope you all enjoy and thank you for reading! :)) 

STANDING in front of the dorm’s front door, Namjoon paused with his hand on the knob, looking over his shoulder at you. “Take it easy on me in here,” he told you with a whiny tone, you immediately cooing at how cute he was.

“Aw, babe,” you giggled, placing a hand to his cheek, soothing your thumb over his soft skin. “When have I ever taken it easy on you?” You teased, the man dropping his head toward the floor as he let out a breathy laugh.

“That’s what I’m worried about,” he confessed, glancing up at you only to meet your fond smile.

Biting your lip for a moment, you gave the man a single nod. “I’ll be on my best behavior, I promise,” you assured him, Namjoon looking at you skeptically.

“I’ve never seen you on your best behavior,” he joked, you laughing as you leaned toward him, pressing a smiley kiss against his lips. “That still makes me nervous.”

“You’re not allowed to be nervous,” you mumbled against his lips before kissing him softly once more. “I’m meeting your friends, you’re supposed to be calm so I can try to calm down.” The man’s eyes widened slightly as he took in your words.

“Are you actually nervous?” He asked, removing his hand from the door knob and turning to face you straight on.

“Well, yeah,” you smiled bashfully. “They’re important to you.”

Namjoon gently cradled the sides of your face between his hands, resting his forehead against yours sweetly. “They’ll love you,” he told you with a sense of surety that only Namjoon could express. Whenever he stepped into this protective-type of role you easily understood why he was the group’s leader. He was amazing. “You’ll fit right in.”

“If you say so,” you smiled, Namjoon chuckling lightly as he kissed you softly.

“Just trust me,” he told you before dropping his hands and reaching for the door knob once again. Trust him. You did trust him, so why wasn’t it that easy for you?

Pushing the door open, you were greeted with the sounds of chattering, a few girls laughing loudly as a man joined them with a boyish cackle that made your heart clench at how adorable the sound was. The first people you spotted were a handsome man and a gorgeous woman standing together, the man’s arms draped over the woman’s shoulders in a back hug as they both looked toward the kitchen with amused smiles.

At the sound of the door closing, the woman turned her head to spot you and Namjoon, immediately causing her to nudge the man holding her. His eyes widened before turning to look in the direction of her gaze, his cheerful smile widening even more, the brightness of the feature rivaling the sun itself.

“RM,” the man yelled out, your heart warming at the simple affection the men seemed to share.

“Hey,” your… friend replied, dragging out the word as he led you further into the dorm. Stopping next to the couple, so you assumed as they seemed quite comfortable in their love, you and Namjoon looked in toward the kitchen to see three more of Namjoon’s members and two girls, one of the girls pulling out a noodle from the pot on the stove as a tall, broad man looked at her with wide eyes.

“No, hear me out,” the girl held up a hand to the man staring at her in offense, “Tae and I read that you can tell when the noodles are fully cooked by throwing it at the wall,” she explained, nodding toward the striking man next to her, your lips curving upward at the scene.

“Don’t you dare throw that noodle,” the broad man warned her, the other girl tossing her head back in laughter at watching the two interact.

“Seokjin, you gotta trust me,” the girl told him, as he shook his head in disagreement. “If it sticks, it’s ready.”

“If you throw that noodle-”

The man, Seokjin, was cut off by the girl chucking the noodle against the kitchen cabinet, the noodle hitting it with a small thud before falling to the tiled floor.

“All you’re doing is making a mess,” the man shouted, scolding the girl, though a small smile was making its way to his face as the other two men in the kitchen crumbled over in laughter. The other girl reached for his bicep, tugging on him as she leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. Another couple.

Waving Seokjin off, the rebellious girl went to retrieve the noodle from the floor. “We’ll try it again in a few minutes,” she told Seokjin, the man unable to hold back the laugh as he gave the girl a disbelieving look. The other two boys in the kitchen laughed further, the boyish cackle you found to be so cute coming from an attractive man with doe-eyes. When the girl turned toward the trash can, she spotted you and Namjoon and immediately froze, an endearing shyness overtaking her as her eyes widened, her posture straightening.

“Hey guys,” she said, her tone much quieter and more polite than before. She was cute. And then Namjoon snorted in laughter at her change in demeanor.

“What, suddenly you’re shy?” He asked her, the girl directing her gaze toward the striking man, Tae, her bashful expression meeting his fond one. They must be dating.

“How long have you two been here?” Tae asked you and Namjoon with a wide boxy smile. He seemed friendly and social.

Scanning the room, you noticed two members were missing. Jimin and one yet to be identified.

“Just long enough to see your best friend get a rise out of Jin-hyung,” Namjoon told the man, the now shy girl smiling a bit. Best friend? Questionable. But of course, yours and Namjoon’s friendship was too, so who were you to judge? “Uh,” he looked to you, a nervous energy overtaking him as he gave you a dimply grin. “Everyone, this is my friend,” he emphasized the word before telling your name to the group, almost as if he was warning them to not step over a line that would make the meeting uncomfortable. And though you were the primary decision maker in using the term ‘friend’, the term suddenly seemed so inadequate.  

He went through introductions with his present members and their girlfriends, and well, friend in Taehyung’s case. Hoseok was the man with sunshine for a smile, his girlfriend of a little over a year being the gorgeous woman he held in a back hug.

Seokjin and his girlfriend, who had an elegance about her, had been dating for not quite a year but were close friends before getting together. A route you believed Taehyung and his pretty friend would end up taking.

Jungkook was the doe-eyed boy, adorable and handsome all at once. He seemed the most excited to meet you and he had an effect on you that warmed your heart and made you very fond of the young man. The youngest of the group, you could see immediately why the rest of the members were so whipped for him, as Namjoon had admitted to you in days previous.

Suddenly, the front door opened, allowing two loud laughs to resonate through the room, you immediately recognizing the pretty man as Jimin, the young woman being the same one who accompanied Jimin when they walked in on you and Namjoon in his studio.

Catching you in his eyeline, Jimin looked away from his girlfriend, eyes widening before quickly turning to crescents as he flashed you a stunning smile. “Ah, we meet again,” he greeted you, you smiling with a chuckle as Namjoon let out a sigh. Cute. Jimin’s girlfriend held back a laugh as she lightly slapped the man’s chest, Jimin grabbing her hand quickly before leading her further into the dorm.

As he walked past you, he gave you a polite head nod, though that teasing grin stayed plastered to his face. He seemed fun. Cheeky. But definitely fun. He radiated a certain warmth, and so did his girlfriend for that matter.

“Finally,” Taehyung’s friend called out to them, Jimin’s girlfriend rolling her eyes at the girl before walking directly to her and pinching her cheeks affectionately, Tae’s friend pushing her away with a feigned look of disgust. Namjoon did tell you those four were all very close.

“Wait, you’ve already met?” Hoseok asked Jimin and you, your eyes widening as Jimin giggled.

“Not really, there was just a run in,” he dismissed, though you didn’t miss the knowing smiles that befell the three youngest men’s faces, as well as the two girls. They all knew. That little shit. “Hey, Jungkookie,” Jimin nodded to him with that same grin. “Didn’t you want to show me a song?”

“Ah,” Jungkook said in response to the reminder, a nervous but playful giggle leaving his mouth as he snuck a glance at you and Namjoon before pulling his phone out.

“Is Yoongi just in his room?” Namjoon asked the group, Jin nodding.

“He was on the phone,” Jin told everyone with wide knowing eyes.

“Is he seeing someone?” Taehyung asked, Jin shrugging but Tae’s friend looked suspiciously uninterested, as if she already knew some secret the missing man was keeping. That’s when you noticed the soft smile on Hoseok and his girlfriend’s faces, as if they knew as well. It was interesting to see the different dynamics between the group, and just who knew what about each other.

Your observations and thoughts were cut off by a slow jam type of instrumentation that started playing from Jungkook’s phone. All eyes snapped to him to see his adorably boyish grin planted on his face, the other two youngest members already giggling as the two older members slowly realized what was going on. Namjoon however, immediately shot Jungkook a wide-eyed look of shock, letting out a surprise, “what?” What is happening?

Hoseok suddenly giggled loudly, his laugh matching his smile in their cheerfulness, his girlfriend looking over her shoulder to shoot the man a confused expression. You watched as Hoseok whispered something in her ear, a small snort leaving the woman just as a voice counted out “one, two, three” in the song. You knew that voice.

“Jungkook,” Namjoon warned, Seokjin suddenly yelling in surprise and excitement, grabbing his girlfriend to share his realization. As Namjoon took a step toward the youngest member, you grabbed for his forearm, holding him in place as you listened carefully to the song, a small smile on your lips.

“I haven’t heard this one,” you spoke quickly as you stared at Jungkook, listening to the lyrics. The song was what you later learned to be called, ‘Expensive Girl’. 

“There’s a reason for that,” Seokjin laughed, the rest of the guys cackling with him as Jimin tried to shush them so you could hear the tune properly.

At that moment, a man walked into the kitchen, his face pointed down to his phone as he typed something, a slow realization making its way to his face as he looked up with his eyebrows pulled together in question. When his eyes met yours, a small single breathy chuckle left his lips just before they curved into a gummy grin. So that must be Yoongi.

Shaking his head in disbelief, the man gave you a single nod, the smile staying in place. You cocked your own head curiously as you continued to take in the lyrics.

“Guys,” Namjoon warned again, you shushing him with a wave of your hand making Seokjin and his girlfriend laugh at you both.

“Put your expensive title of ‘hard to get’ down for today,” Namjoon sang, the lyrics somehow ringing true for your current situation. However, when the song continued with, “Take it off now girl, just take it off,” your smile curved up even more. Oh. So it’s that kind of song.

An unintentional snort left you as he sang, “I’m a master baby, with your bra”, the maknae line holding back giggles, shushing their older friends so you could hear the next lyric “I can help you slide those panties of”. And that was the lyric that tipped you all over the edge, you gasping in laughter, triggering everyone else to roar in hilarity. If there were any more questionable lyrics in the song, you definitely couldn’t hear them through the ruckus the group was making over the obviously old but still hilarious song.  

Namjoon hung his head as a small laugh shook his frame, his dimples visible as he was probably wishing the floor would open up and swallow him whole. He was adorable and perfect and if you weren’t in a room full of his friends you would kiss him. Leaning into him, you rested your forehead against his shoulder as you continued to giggle at his expense. Squeezing his forearm, he sighed deeply and dramatically as he turned to look at you to meet your smiling and adoring face. The indentations in his cheeks were deep and beautiful, the apples of his cheek tinted with a light red blush.

Running your hand up and down his forearm comfortingly, he shook his head with a smile. Still horribly embarrassed, at least he was assured that it would take more than some cringey lyrics sung in a low play-boy voice to make you change your mind about being there with him that night.

“You guys are ruthless,” Yoongi spoke from the edge of the kitchen through his grin as he pushed the phone into the front pocket of his hoodie. No wonder he was keeping whoever he was seeing a secret for as long as he could.

“Wah!” Seokjin suddenly yelled, “Stop it you pest,” he directed toward Taehyung’s friend, a noodle stuck to the cabinet door, a giggling leaving her lips as yours curved upward at the scene.

“What?” She asked innocently. “It’s ready.”

As Seokjin prepared to scold the girl further, Jungkook grabbed for a noodle, flinging it against the cabinet as well, a mischievous chuckle sounding from him. “Look, it is ready.”

“Do you see what your influence does to him?” Seokjin asked the girl just as the two dorks struck a pose, pushing their backs together as they crossed their arms over their chests, marking their stance as a duo of troublemakers.

Turning toward Namjoon, your heart raced at the fond expression he wore when looking at his members.

Seokjin was a bit of a god in the kitchen. And therefore, how could you not thank him for the delicious meal by helping clean up. Jungkook was on dishes duty, and though he insisted you go relax, you were more persistent.  

“You really don’t have to help with this,” Jungkook shyly told you for the fourth time since you started rinsing the dishes he cleaned.

“I want to though,” you told him, again, giving him a small smile, the man flashing one back, his eyes crinkling in the corners. The rest of the gang were scattered around the living room talking and joking, which seemed to be a never-ending thing for them.

Turning to glance at the group, you caught Namjoon staring, a bashful look overtaking his features as he averted his gaze. However, he snuck another look at you to find you still watching him. Seeing him among his closest friends, looking happy and carefree, you couldn’t help the upward curve of your lips, Namjoon showing off his dimples in return.

“I know you’re just friends or whatever but, he likes you,” Jungkook suddenly brazenly told you, your head snapping toward him. “A lot.”

“What?” You responded dumbly, Jungkook giggling.

“It’s true,” he shrugged, handing you a dish to rinse. “He’s happy with you.”

As you ran the frying pan under the faucet, you stared at the way the water streamed down the metal. “Is he not usually happy?” You asked the man curiously.

“No, he is,” Jungkook told you, pausing as he thought about his words. “It’s just, we’ve all had to make sacrifices for this group, but, he’s our leader,” Jungkook nodded to himself, handing you another dish. “A lot of responsibility falls on his shoulders.”

Humming in thought, you rinsed the soap from the pot. “Sometimes I wonder if he ever stops working,” you told Jungkook. “Or just stops worrying in general.”

“He’s been noticeably less stressed lately,” Jungkook revealed to you, your eyes leaving the sink to stare at the side of his face. “I think it’s related to you.” The man was shy when speaking to you, but it was almost as if he felt the information was important enough to share with you that his own introversion didn’t matter in that moment. The dude was observant, that was for sure.

“Do you guys want some ice cream?” A voice suddenly asked from behind you, you both turning around to see a smiley Hoseok reaching inside the freezer.

“Ice cream,” Jungkook repeatedly excitedly from beside you, you nodding with a small grin.

“We got chocolate, vanilla, and mint chocolate chip,” Hoseok told you both.

“Mintcho,” Jungkook said in a silly tone, dragging the word out as Hoseok’s eyes landed on you.

“Oh, mintcho for me too, obviously,” you said, a gasp sounding from across the kitchen, you whipping around to spot a jaw-dropped Namjoon. “What?”

“Uh oh,” Hoseok said comically as he pulled the tubs of ice cream from the freezer, that sunshine smile planted to his features.

“I know I didn’t just hear you say you want mint chocolate chip ice cream,” he said dramatically, you giggling as you shot him a questioning look.

“Uh, I definitely did. I love mint chocolate,” you informed him, the man instantly pulling a look of disgust, you laughing at the expression. “Oh my god, what is your problem?” You asked him through your smile, Jungkook giggling beside you.

“It’s mint and chocolate,” he said as if his disgust was completely validated by that single sentence. Hoseok chuckled from beside the refrigerator and Namjoon shook his head. “It tastes like toothpaste.”

“Are you serious right now?” You asked him, crossing your arms across your chest to express your firm stance on the mintcho debate, Namjoon mimicking your posture. “It tastes like mint and chocolate, which is a common combination,” you explained to him. “And it’s amazing.”

Pulling another expression of cringe, Namjoon shot a look between the other two men in the kitchen. “Did you put her up to this?”

Jungkook giggled beside you, Hoseok putting his arms up in feigned surrender. “Maybe she just has taste, Hyung,” Jungkook suggested, you nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, taste,” you repeated, Namjoon’s eyes going wide in offense. “Oh my god, why are you acting like I assaulted you?” You asked through a giggle. He’s cute.

“You basically did,” he told you dramatically, you throwing your head back in laughter. “You can’t just throw this kind of information at a man, I need time to process,” he continued, you rolling your eyes as you sighed through a laugh.

“Ok, well, it’s three against one right now so you lose,” you told him, Namjoon quickly turning to the group still in the living room.

“Jin-hyung,” Namjoon called for his friend, the older man looking to the direction of the kitchen with wide eyes. “Opinions on mint chocolate?”

“Ah, toothpaste,” the man said dramatically as he stood.

“Oh god,” Tae’s friend suddenly sighed as if this exact conversation had happened before, Taehyung smiling fondly at her reaction.

Namjoon turned back to you with a small shrug. “See?”

“It’s still three against two,” you pointed out, resting your forearm on Jungkook’s shoulder to show your mintcho alliance as Hoseok pulled a ‘cool’ pose. At that moment, Jin stepped into the kitchen to defend his anti-mintcho stance.

“Wah, my love,” he called out, his girlfriend instantly leaning her head against Jimin’s girlfriend’s shoulder as if she couldn’t bear to be pulled into another mint chocolate debate.

“Do I have to?” She asked in a whiny tone, you chuckling at her cute reaction.

“Yes,” Jin yelled dramatically. “Because you love me,” he added, the girl holding back a smile as she made her way to the man.

“Remind me why again,” she teased as she took her spot next to Jin.

“Three against three,” Namjoon told you with a smirk.

“Ah,” Jungkook suddenly exclaimed beside you, startling you a bit as you chuckled lightly. Looking at him, you saw him pointing across the room to Tae’s friend, the girl pointing back to him. “Four against three,” Jungkook said smugly as the girl bowed from across the room, waving as she took in the applause from the man next to you.

“Ok, but Tae and Jimin don’t like it,” Jin informed you all, but when you looked at the two friends across the room, they averted their gazes.

“Kim Taehyung,” his friend called out to him as a warning. “You have literally eaten my entire mint chocolate cone before.”

“I neither like it nor dislike it,” Taehyung said quickly, the girl giggling at him, appearing more smitten than ever. How are they not dating?

Jimin looked at his girlfriend before lightly pushing her in the direction of the kitchen. “I’m sending a fighter in my place,” he said with a stunning smile. “I’m in the middle.”

“Deary?” Jin questioned the pretty girl expectantly. “Choose wisely.”

With a huff, she took a spot next to Jin’s girlfriend. “As much as I hate to agree with Jin, I hate mint chocolate more.” You watched as Jin’s face somehow expressed both pride and offense.

“Suga-hyung?” Jungkook asked, Namjoon quickly shaking his head.

“Yoongi doesn’t count, he’s the least picky person ever,” he said dismissively, the older man looking at the group with a wide-eyed look that made him appear innocent and adorable.

“I didn’t even say anything,” he defended, his phone in his hands as he stalled texting the person on the other end.

“That leaves only one person,” Jin said, all eyes pointing toward Hoseok’s gorgeous girlfriend as she smiled shyly at all of you.

“Petal,” Hoseok grinned at the girl, the term of endearment nearly making you pout. How cute.

“Mint chocolate?” She asked as her grin turned into a smirk. Slowly, she approached the divided groups in the kitchen, looking between them both. You found the girl fascinating as you watched her keep all eleven of you on edge, awaiting her response. She was quiet, but you had a sense that she had a lot of personality. And you could coo at the way Hoseok stared at her with the brightest smile you’d seen from him yet.

“Mint chocolate is so,” she paused to think, slowly turning to look at Hoseok. “What’s the word, Sunshine?” Fitting pet name.

“Refreshing,” he grinned widely.

“Ah, yes. That’s the one,” she giggled as the anti-mintcho group all groaned. “Refreshing.”

You weren’t even sure if the girl actually liked mint chocolate chip ice cream or if she was standing by Hoseok, but either way, you couldn’t help but shoot a smug look toward the man of your affection.

“That’s five against four, Mr. I’m a master, baby, with your bra,” you teased him, the man laughing in surprise just before dropping his head in embarrassment, the whole group laughing loudly at his expense once again.

You watched as the group teased him, laughing together, all of them completely happy and comfortable in one another’s presence. Spotting Yoongi chuckling down at his phone as he typed away, you once again acknowledged why he was holding out on introducing the person on the other end of the phone to this wild bunch of gems.

But you adored them already. And you fit in with them. Making eye contact with Namjoon, meeting his look of adoration, your heart suddenly dropped into your gut. What the fuck are you doing to him?

Averting your eyes from the man, you found Jungkook watching you carefully, and you were immediately reminded of your earlier conversation. And it was at that moment that it fully hit you that what you were doing with Namjoon carried real consequences. You were dragging Namjoon’s heart through the dirt to protect your own. And now his friends were involved.

Leaving the dorm, a bittersweet feeling sat in your chest as you walked together through the building. Bitter because of your re-realization of what you were doing to the man smiling beside you as you left the building together. Sweet because the man smiling next to you was Namjoon. And his friends were great. And he was stunning and pure.

“Do you want to stay over tonight?” He asked you, his hand reaching for yours as he easily intertwined his fingers with yours. You could scream at your fingers for being so reactive to his as they relished in the touch.

“I-” you started, though all further words stalled on the tip of your tongue. Did you want to go home with Namjoon? Of course. But you can’t, you reminded yourself. You can’t keep doing this to him.

Sensing your apprehension, Namjoon tried to recover the interaction nervously. “I mean, not for sex,” he said quickly. “Unless you want to,” he stammered over his words. “Just- we don’t have to have sex, we could just hang out and cuddle.”

Looking at him, you wanted to cry. He appeared so nervous and innocent. Cuddle? That’s even worse. It wasn’t worse because the idea of cuddling with Namjoon was a bad one. No, far from it. It was worse because the idea of cuddling with Namjoon sounded way too appealing for your comfort.

But how could you ever resist him? You’d learned from the very first morning with him that trying to listen to your logic over your growingly affectionate heart was near impossible when it came to Namjoon.

The conversation with Jungkook replayed in your mind as Namjoon looked at you with hope-filled eyes.

“It’s up to you,” he told you genuinely and kindly. Of course he was leaving it up to you with no pressure attached. Because when was Namjoon ever anything but a perfect gentleman?

You made him happy. Jungkook said it plainly but it’s not as though you didn’t already know that. It was obvious in the way he looked at you with all that adoration. So what did that mean for you? He made you happy too. But didn’t that mean there was a lot to lose?

Peering into his eyes, that’s when it fully hit you. It was much too late to run away from that last concern.

Shooting him a soft smile, you squeezed his hand in yours. “I know it’s up to me,” you started, pausing walking so you could take your time simply looking at him. “I drove us here,” you teased. And god, you watched so fucking fondly as he squeezed his eyes shut in laughter. “At first glance, you’re the whole package,” you continued teasing, a slight blush gracing his dimpled cheeks. “And then I learn you don’t have a license.”

“You don’t have it in you to take it easy on me, do you?” He complained cutely, you giggling as you leaned into his side.

“No, I don’t,” you joked, stepping toward him to press your lips to his. He was the one to deepen the kiss, his arm wrapping around your waist as his opposite hand continued to hold yours.

“You taste like mint chocolate,” he whispered against your lips, you kissing him again sweetly.

“You’re welcome,” you smiled against his mouth, the man giving you a few more sweet pecks in a quick succession.

Reluctantly, the man pulled away from you, your hand in his as he began leading you out of the building. Your eyes raked up and down his frame, appreciating how sturdy he appeared, how strong he was. Following closely behind him, perhaps you realized you would follow him anywhere.

“Oh,” you suddenly exclaimed, Namjoon looking back at you in surprise. “As enticing as the cuddling offer is, can we please have sex?”

Chuckling at you, he pulled you into his chest, his lips finding your temple, leaving a sweet kiss to the spot. “How could I ever say no to that?”

“Thank fuck,” you sighed in feigned relief, Namjoon’s body shaking slightly in laughter. “One more question,” you started, Namjoon humming expectantly. “Do you mind if we dim the lights down, baby?” You teased him, the man sighing as he placed a hand at the back of your head, messing your hair up slightly to tease you back. “It’s just, I heard you can help me slide these panties off,” you continued, groaning as he dropped your hand to wrap his arms around your head to muffle your voice against his chest.

“Be kind,” he chuckled, you cackling against his frame.

Happy. You felt truly happy, buzzing off meeting his friends who you already adored, and feeling at home in his arms as you both laughed together. Namjoon was the kind of person who could come into your life and help you grow into yourself, making you feel more at home in your own skin than ever before. But he was also the type of person that would be hard to move on from if he walked out of your life.

That’s the kind of heartbreak you’d never cease to feel for as long as you lived. Every thought of the man would cause your chest to ache. You’d feel the absence of him in every lifetime to come.

There’s a lot to lose when it comes to Namjoon. He’s a lot to lose.