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lanadelnegan · 10 months

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could you do jdm x male reader? maybe mostly angst and possibly a bit of smut? literally whatever you feel like writing is perfectly fine

You Belong to Me

Negan x Male Reader

Summary: Negan and y/n (Alexandria’s leader) have unspoken feelings for each other, that lead to frustration, anger, and smut.

Warnings: 18+, smut, EXTREMELY FILTHY IM SORRY, anal, rimming, blowjob, spit kink, choking, cum play, angst, negan being a dominant verbal zaddy

Note: I’ll be honest.. I finished this whole thing before I realized you asked for jdm and not negan. 😭 I PROMISE I’ll do a jdm one too. But I hope you also enjoy this one. I think it might be my favorite so far. 😘

Note#2: and I know you asked for a “bit of smut” but I got carried away and well, it’s a lot. And it’s filthy. Forgive me. 🧎‍♀️ I’m terrible at following directions, clearly.

Your jaw twitches as Negan walks past you, making sure to brush his hand against yours as he happily whistles the melody that's grown to haunt you over the past couple months.

"Come on, y/n. Let's see what kinda goodies you got in the cupboard."

Some bystanders watch as you follow Negan into your own house, allowing him to browse around.. not that you have a choice.

You glare at Negan with your arms crossed while you lean against the frame of your kitchen entrance.

"Who were you before all this?" You ask him and it must catch him off guard because he turns from the open fridge to face you, raising his thick brows.

"Before what?" He chuckles amused. "Before the dead started walking?"

You answer him with a simple nod.

"Why, y/n? You think if you play mind games.. try to get in my fucking head.. that I'll just what.. stop? I told you already. You belong to me." He approaches you slowly, tilting his head to the side. "Do I need to remind you of that?"

"Not trying to get in your head. Just making conversation since you're standing in my damn kitchen, making yourself at home."

"Well, ya know what. I wasn't planning on settling in. But since you're offeri-"

"I'm not." You say through your teeth, making it clear that he's not welcome here. Negan looks at you at eye level as a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"That.. is no way to treat your new house guest, y/n. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna bake us some fucking cookies." He walks away, leaving a scent trail of leather and cigarettes behind as he opens your cabinets, pulling out what he needs to get started.

You look to the front door, contemplating your next move and strategically thinking of how to get this psycho out of your house.

"The supplies.. your men are loading them up. Don't you need to leave soon?"

"Oh, right! Thanks for reminding me. Could you be a fucking doll and go tell Simon to head on out without me?" His smile widens as he turns on the faucet, washing his hands.

Hesitantly, you do as he says, leaving to find Simon and explaining the situation before heading back to your house. Some fellow Alexandrians watch you curiously before Carol quickly catches up to you.

"Y/n! What's going on? Where's Negan?" She asks panicked, noticing the Saviors are leaving without him.

"In my fucking house. He's staying."

Her brows crinkle as she walks quickly beside me, trying to keep up. "How long?"

You shrug annoyed. "Keep an eye on things for me while he's here. I'm not letting him outta my sight."

Carol nods, turning away and you jog up the steps to your house. You enter your house and the smell of freshly baked cookies fills your nose.

"You gotta try these, y/n. I would make one hell of a fucking house wife. First the spaghetti, now cookies? I gotta stop spoiling you like this." He takes a bite out of one, groaning at the taste before holding the plate out for you to take one.

"Hmph." You breathe out annoyed before grabbing one and taking a bite, dropping it back on the plate.

"Welllll?" Negan asks expectantly.

"Tastes like shit." You glare at him as the smile on his mouth fades into a scowl. He nods disappointedly as he slides the plate onto the counter, walking past you without a word.

You turn and watch him disappear up the stairs before following after him, smiling to yourself proudly at the accomplishment of hurting his feelings.

He makes his way to your room, walking in without hesitation and kicking his shoes off.

"What the hell are you doing?" You ask following him. "This is my room."

"Wrong, y/n. Whatever you have.. belongs to me. So, this room? Is mine." His voice is deep with anger as he shrugs his jacket off his shoulders.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I would love a hot shower.. in my bathroom." Negan announces, walking to the master bathroom attached to your room.

You refuse to let him stay in your room by himself, so you defiantly kick off your shoes next to his, slipping off your pants until you're left in boxers and a black t-shirt. You fall into bed defeatedly, listening to the sound of running water coming from the half open bathroom door.

You start to doze off before the water shuts off, leaving nothing but loud silence.

Negan sighs loudly from the bathroom. "The fuck are your towels?" You hear him rustling through the cabinets under the sink.

"You took them all last time." You call out.

"Goddamn it." He walks out of the bathroom, completely bare and wet. You shamelessly watch as water runs down his body, traveling through the v-shape in his abdomen before reaching his long, veiny cock.

"Like what you see, y/l/n? ... Told you my dick was bigger than yours." Your eyes quickly snap away as he uses his dirty shirt to wipe the excess water from his toned body.

"Gonna need to borrow some boxers unless... you'd rather me sleep in the nude... From the look on your face, you'd probably prefer that anyway, huh?" Negan chuckles and you run a hand down your frustrated face, looking up at the ceiling.

"Top drawer."

Negan makes his way towards your dresser, opening the drawer and browsing through. You can't help but let your eyes roam to his backside, admiring his firm ass. His eyes catch yours in the dresser mirror in front of him and you freeze, holding his eye contact.

The corner of his mouth raises like he caught you red handed and he chuckles as he bends, slipping your boxers up his long legs.

You get up, frustrated with yourself and quickly walk to bathroom, desperate to get away from him, but he cuts you off.

Your jaw ticks as you look down between the two of you, refusing to give him anymore attention.

"Get outta my way Negan."

His smirk widens as his hands go to rest lazily on his hips. "You gonna make me?"

You shake your head annoyed and push past him. "I'm not fucking doing this with you." You slam the bathroom door shut behind you, leaning against the wall and exhaling a deep breath.

You attempt to think about anything but him, trying to calm the growing length beneath your boxers.

"Fuck." You whisper out, frustrated with yourself. The bathroom mirror is still foggy from Negan's shower and your mind drifts back to the thought of his wet body emerging from the steam.

You look down at your hardening cock and bite your lip, keeping your hands by your sides and restraining from touching yourself. You finally compose yourself after a few moments, tucking yourself under the waistband of your underwear and letting your shirt hang over.

When you exit the bathroom, Negan is already laying in your bed on top of the covers, one hand behind his head while the other rests on his hairy stomach. You don't allow yourself to look as you climb into the bed next to him.

"I want to make one thing clear, Negan. I am sleeping in my bed for the simple fact that.. it's my fucking bed and I'm not letting you kick me outta my own damn room. Don't get any weird fucking ideas."

Negan chuckles. "Case you forgot, I have a whole fucking handful of wives back home. If anyone in this bed is getting any ideas, it's you."

"Sure is strange that you're in my house when you have so many wives at home, isn't it? .......Did you kill their families too? Force them to be with you?"

Negan turns his head to you, his expression serious now. "You should probably go sleep in the other room. Before I lose my goddamn temper."

"Like I said, this is MY fucking room. YOU get out." You throw the covers over yourself as if to convince him you're not leaving.

"Fuck it." Negan stands up to leave the room but turns to face you when he reaches the door. "You know why you belong to me, y/n? .. ... Because your people don't respect you. You got them into this shit because of your own choices. I just happen to reap the benefits of your own stupidity."

You throw the covers off, angrily making your way over to him before stopping directly in front of his face. "And you think your people respect you?! You've tortured them. Abused them. They don't respect you, Negan. They're scared of you. There's a difference."

"Are you scared of me, y/n?" Your eyes widen when you feel his dick twitch against yours. He subtly presses his body closer to you, barely touching his cock to yours through your boxers.

You noticeably gulp and his eyes drop to your throat, making him grin.

"No." You breathe out, glancing down to watch his tongue lick his bottom lip.

He softly chuckles before leaning into your ear. "Then why do you have goosebumps right now?"

If you didn't have them before he said that, you definitely do now from his raspy voice vibrating against your ear and his dick rubbing against yours through the thin material.

"From your body language, you are most definitely scared.. or turned on.. One of the two.. Guess it just depends on which one you'll admit to." Negan grins devilishly, daring you to make a move.

You stare at him for a moment before spitting angrily in his face, making his eyes shut tightly as he wipes your saliva off his beard.

You don't have time to regret your decision because Negan's hand suddenly grips your throat, tightening and walking you backwards towards the bed. "That's how you want it to be, huh? Good.... I can be rough too... On your fucking knees."

You don't fight him, knowing he'll win so you willingly drop to your knees in front of him, keeping your hands by your sides.

He pulls out his semi-hard cock, stroking it a few times in your face until it grows to full length. "Gonna put that fucking smart ass mouth to use. Open." He demands.

You don't move, and instead glare up at him through your brows, ignoring his request.

Negan chuckles darkly before bending down, tightly squeezing your jaw with his hand, prying your mouth open.

"Open. Or I'll choose another hole." He grins before spitting directly into your mouth.

You reluctantly obey, allowing him to enter your mouth and he gives you no warning before ramming his cock deep down your throat. You choke at the sudden feeling, attempting to jerk away but his fingers roughly push your head forward, holding your face against him until your nose is pressed into his pubic hair.

You feel lightheaded as if you could black out before he quickly yanks your hair back, causing you to exhale a deep breath. He pulls you up completely this time, bringing your face close to his.

Negan's eyes search yours. "Tell me to fucking stop." His breathing is erratic and his voice is deeper and raspier than before.

You stare back at him silently, giving him consent without using your words. He smirks before turning you quickly and positioning you until your knees are on the bed and your face in a pillow with your ass in the air.

He climbs on the bed behind you, yanking your boxers down and sliding them off your legs until your bare ass is exposed to him. You feel his large hands rub your ass cheeks before squeezing roughly and spreading them apart.

"Mm. I am gonna have some fun with you." He says before diving in, pressing his face into your ass and using his tongue to pleasure you. Your cheeks blush and you moan at the sensation of his tongue swirling around inside of you.

After a few moments of licking, he pulls back, spitting on your hole and leaning back until he's lined up behind you. His finger lightly circles your hole before pushing through, knuckle deep. "Mm, goddamn you are tight."

His finger retreats, leaving you empty and desperate for more. "You ever taken a dick before, y/n? You think you're ready for me? He chuckles, teasing the tip of his cock against your hole.

"Negan.. shut.. up. Just fuck me."

"Beg."

You remain stubbornly silent at first, but when he starts to get up from the bed, you give him. "Please."

"Sorry, what was that?" Negan positions himself behind you again.

"Please. Fuck me."

Your eyes widen with surprise when Negan reaches around to your face, fish-hooking your mouth with the finger that was just inside you and jerking you back until your body is pressed against his. Chills cover your body as his low voice whispers in your ear. "Can't fucking hear you." His finger leaves your mouth, gripping your throat instead and squeezing firmly.

"Please.. Please fuck me, Negan." You beg louder and he lets you go, pushing you back down into the mattress.

He enters you fully and suddenly in one motion, not giving you any time to adjust and you cry out at the pain. His heavy balls slap against yours from underneath and he pounds you relentlessly, harder and deeper with each thrust.

"So fucking tight." Negan groans through his teeth. "Wish your people could see you right now. Bent over and moaning from my cock."

He grabs your hair, yanking you up again until his mouth is next to your ear. "You think they'd be disappointed, y/n? Knowing whose dick you're taking?"

"Shut up."

"What if they knew how much you liked it?" He reaches around you, gripping your hard, leaking cock in his hand while still pounding you. "How this cock throbs for me…. Look. At. That." Precum leaks from your tip as you both watch Negan's thumb rub it around on your tip. From this angle, his dick presses perfectly into your g-spot with each thrust and you moan louder when you feel your orgasm builds up inside you.

Negan releases your cock and pulls out of you suddenly, flipping you over until you're laying on your back.

He positions himself in between your legs and pushes back into you, making you both moan out together.

You reach for your dick, desperately needing to stroke it but Negan grabs your wrist, pinning it above your head with the other. "No fucking way. You belong to me, remember? This dick belongs to me. I'm making you cum."

You arch yourself into him until his dick finds your g-spot again, hitting it hard over and over.

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuck." You cry out as your cum spills all over your stomach. Negan groans as he watches you come undone, pumping into you faster.

“Gonna cum in this tight fucking ass.. cause it belongs to me too. That okay with you?”

Before you can tell him no, he stops thrusting, holding himself deep inside of you. “Ahh Fuck. Fuck.” You feel him pulse against your walls over and over, filling you to the brim before he finally pulls out.

Just when you think it’s over and the guilt starts to set in, Negan pushes your legs back further, pressing his hands against the back of your knees as he looks down at your hole. “Lemme see you push it out.”

“No.. wha-“

“Now.”

You sigh, giving in once again as your muscles flex and you feel his load leak out of you and run down.

Negan swipes it up with his finger, pushing it into your mouth suddenly, making you taste him.

Your brows scrunch together angrily as you try to turn your head and spit his fingers out but he overpowers you until you give in, sucking his seed off his fingers. You can’t deny he tastes fucking good and it makes you moan.

“Taste good?” Negan chuckles, watching you enjoy the taste of him.

“Much better than your cookies.”

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themultifandomgal · 1 year

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Matt- Proposal/Wedding Day

Matt and I have been living with each other now for a year. Today is the day I'm going to ask Matt to marry me. I know traditionally the guy gets down on one knee with a ring, but I don't want to wait for him I just want us to get married.

I finish getting ready for our date and head out of our bedroom

"Now you two have fun not to much fun and have her home by 11" Kelly says to Matt earning an eye roll off me

"Anyone would think your actually related to me. There's leftovers in the fridge if your hungry"

"Thank you" Kelly waves us off. I get in the car with Matt who drives us to the restaurant where we had our first date.

When we arrive we're seated down and handed some menus

"I don't know what to have" I say to Matt glancing over the menu

"Do you want your usual drink?"

"Errm yeah. Maybe I should have a burger and fries? Or lasagna?"

"You had the spaghetti bolognaise when we had our first date"

"You remember that?" I ask frowning

"I remember everything about our first date. You had straightened your hair, you wore a black lace top with jeans and high boots. You also had to wear your glasses because you had no contacts left"

"How do you remember that?"

"Because it was the day I knew that I wanted us to date and one day get married"

"Speaking of...." before I can ask my question I hear a woman shouting for a doctor. In an instant I'm on my feet and running over

"I'm a doctor what's the problem?"

"My daughters waters have just broken"

"Ok. How far apart are your contractions?"

"I thought it was braxton hicks so ignored them"

"I'd like to check to see if your dilated at all, is that ok?"

"Yes" she breathes out.

"I'm sorry that our date turned into me delivering a baby" I chuckle as I finally sit back down in my seat

"That's why I love you"

"Even when I'm covered in amniotic fluid"

"Even then"

"Enough to marry me?"

"What?"

"Matt I love you and I was going to ask you this before the lady had her baby. Will you marry me?" I sit in silence when Matt gets up and moved round to me before getting down on one knee "oh my god" I breathe out as he gets out a little box from his jacket

"I was going to ask you the exact same question. So to answer your question. Yes. Will you marry me?"

"Yes" he places the beautiful ring on my finger. Everyone in the restaurant starts clapping and cheering. We both sit down and our food arrives

"I'm starving" I comment making Matt chuckle

"Only a doctor or nurse could be starving after helping a woman give birth"

"Hey not the worst thing I've seen before I've eaten"

"Really don't want to know"

"Don't worry I'll spare you the things I've seen"

"Thank you"

Matt and I walk into our home, Kelly is sat at on the couch with a beer in his hand

"Well?" He asks

"We both said yes" Matt says holding my hand up

"Huh?"

"I proposed first. Now if you'll excused me I need a shower because I have bodily fluids on me" I leave the boys to chat while I go into our bedroom and strip off before getting in the shower.

I'm engaged! I'm marrying my best friend and I can't wait.

Not long after we got engaged, Matt and I didn't want to wait. So a week later Kelly and Maggie came to be our whiteness at the court house

"Well congratulations Mr and Mrs Casey" the woman who gave us the court papers says after both Matt and I sign them

"We're married" Matt cups my face in his hands

"We're married" I repeat smiling. Matt leans down and kisses my lips

"Alright alright save it till you get home" Maggie comments

"Do I need to say at Jays tonight?"

"I would" Matt replies before I can. He takes my hand and pulls me out of the court house and to our home.

#matt casey #matt casey imagine #matt casey x reader #Matt Casey x yn #Matt Casey x oc #one chicago #one chicago imagine #chicago fire #chicago fire imagine

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multiverse-anon · 27 days

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[Intro: Papyrus & Sans]

Sans! Sans! Wake up!

(What is it, dude?)

A human has fallen from the surface world

(Really? And you got a bone to pick with him?)

Ugh! No time for puns

(Ah, c'mon, that was a real rib-tickler, ay!)

Ugh! Enough!

(Alright, here we go again)

[Verse 1: Papyrus & Sans]

Welcome to the underground

How was the fall?

If you wanna look around

Give us a call

We don't see humans often

We're happy you just dropped in

I'll be so popular when I show all the monsters what I just brought in

[Pre-Chorus: Papyrus & Sans]

Hey! Papyrus, mind your manners

Can it, Sans, no time for banter

Excuse my brother, he's a bit eccentric

You're just lazy and apathetic!

Call me what you want, I got thick skin

Another bad joke and I'm finished with him!

We are monsters, the awfullest kind

To mess with us takes a lot of spine

[Chorus: Papyrus & Sans]

We can relate to your determination

Because we monsters have our motivations

Humans betrayed us and left us burnin'

One day we'll make our way back to the surface

Through all your travels, your sins will follow

Your consequences aren't easy to swallow

Who's the real monster, now you should know

You've cut this story down to the bone

[Interlude: Papyrus & Sans]

Really, Sans?

What?

The last line of the chorus is a pun?

Yup

You imbecile! That was very... clever

Heh. Thanks, buddy

[Verse 2: Papyrus & Sans]

You're stuck in the underground

Thanks to the fall

Good luck ever getting out

Prepare to brawl

You could show mercy to us

Or turn all of us to dust

Is your heart full of evil

Or full of love?

[Pre-Chorus: Papyrus & Sans]

I, the great Papyrus, challenge you to try getting by us

Test the human with one of your puzzles

Brilliant, Sans, that will leave him befuddled!

I dare you to try a bite of spaghetti

Smells like the Creepypasta's ready

Stop it, Sans! I'm done with the jokin'!

Sounds like someone's funny bone's broken (ha-ha-ha!)

[Chorus: Papyrus, Sans, Papyrus & Sans]

We can relate to your determination

Because we monsters have our motivations

I am the mastermind, he's my accomplice

You're only still alive because I made a promise

You'll lose your mind when you wander for hours

You might even decide to start talkin' to flowers

Who's the real monster, now you should know

You've cut this story down to the bone

Bridge: Papyrus & Sans]

Someday I'll join the Royal Guard

When I catch this child, can it be that hard?

Look, if I'm being honest

My brother ain't nothin' but harmless

I know you and all that you want

You'll get a lot more from Sans than a font

The deeper you go, the messier it gets

If I had it my way, you'd already be dead

Kidding, if you couldn't tell

I get so bored, I amuse myself (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!)

[Verse 3: Papyrus & Sans]

Down here in the underground

You're all alone

We wanted to tell you now

You're kinda boned

If you survive this prison

You will know nihilism

Don't mess around with monsters

They're scared of tiny children (Ha!)

[Pre-Chorus: Papyrus & Sans]

You've come far, but soon you'll stumble

When I stump you with some Junior Jumble

Not so sure you'll get him with that

Alas, I'll hit him with my Special Attack

Leave me alone!

You know I've got a knack for the trom-bone

One more pun, and I'll be done

But ain't two skulls better than one?

[Chorus: Sans, Papyrus & Sans]

We can relate to your determination

Because we monsters have our motivations

You know your story's already been told

We can play again if you sell your soul

I've got my eye on you so you just watch it

I'll find any skeletons inside your closet

Who's the real monster now you should know

You've cut this story down to the bone

- Sky anon

This is a wonderful song but why did you send me this?

#multiverse anon #Multi anon #anonverse #anonymous #anon ask

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fernthesilly · 2 months

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[Intro: Papyrus & Sans]

Sans! Sans! Wake up!

(What is it, dude?)

A human has fallen from the surface world

(Really? And you got a bone to pick with him?)

Ugh! No time for puns

(Ah, c'mon, that was a real rib-tickler, ay!)

Ugh! Enough!

(Alright, here we go again)

[Verse 1: Papyrus & Sans]

Welcome to the underground

How was the fall?

If you wanna look around

Give us a call

We don't see humans often

We're happy you just dropped in

I'll be so popular when I show all the monsters what I just brought in

[Pre-Chorus: Papyrus & Sans]

Hey! Papyrus, mind your manners

Can it, Sans, no time for banter

Excuse my brother, he's a bit eccentric

You're just lazy and apathetic!

Call me what you want, I got thick skin

Another bad joke and I'm finished with him!

We are monsters, the awfullest kind

To mess with us takes a lot of spine

[Chorus: Papyrus & Sans]

We can relate to your determination

Because we monsters have our motivations

Humans betrayed us and left us burnin'

One day we'll make our way back to the surface

Through all your travels, your sins will follow

Your consequences aren't easy to swallow

Who's the real monster, now you should know

You've cut this story down to the bone

[Interlude: Papyrus & Sans]

Really, Sans?

What?

The last line of the chorus is a pun?

Yup

You imbecile! That was very... clever

Heh. Thanks, buddy

[Verse 2: Papyrus & Sans]

You're stuck in the underground

Thanks to the fall

Good luck ever getting out

Prepare to brawl

You could show mercy to us

Or turn all of us to dust

Is your heart full of evil

Or full of love?

[Pre-Chorus: Papyrus & Sans]

I, the great Papyrus, challenge you to try getting by us

Test the human with one of your puzzles

Brilliant, Sans, that will leave him befuddled!

I dare you to try a bite of spaghetti

Smells like the Creepypasta's ready

Stop it, Sans! I'm done with the jokin'!

Sounds like someone's funny bone's broken (ha-ha-ha!)

[Chorus: Papyrus, Sans, Papyrus & Sans]

We can relate to your determination

Because we monsters have our motivations

I am the mastermind, he's my accomplice

You're only still alive because I made a promise

You'll lose your mind when you wander for hours

You might even decide to start talkin' to flowers

Who's the real monster, now you should know

You've cut this story down to the bone

[Bridge: Papyrus & Sans]

Someday I'll join the Royal Guard

When I catch this child, can it be that hard?

Look, if I'm being honest

My brother ain't nothin' but harmless

I know you and all that you want

You'll get a lot more from Sans than a font

The deeper you go, the messier it gets

If I had it my way, you'd already be dead

Kidding, if you couldn't tell

I get so bored, I amuse myself (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!)

[Verse 3: Papyrus & Sans]

Down here in the underground

You're all alone

We wanted to tell you now

You're kinda boned

If you survive this prison

You will know nihilism

Don't mess around with monsters

They're scared of tiny children (Ha!)

[Pre-Chorus: Papyrus & Sans]

You've come far, but soon you'll stumble

When I stump you with some Junior Jumble

Not so sure you'll get him with that

Alas, I'll hit him with my Special Attack

Leave me alone!

You know I've got a knack for the trom-bone

One more pun, and I'll be done

But ain't two skulls better than one?

[Chorus: Sans, Papyrus & Sans]

We can relate to your determination

Because we monsters have our motivations

You know your story's already been told

We can play again if you sell your soul

I've got my eye on you so you just watch it

I'll find any skeletons inside your closet

Who's the real monster now you should know

You've cut this story down to the bone

what the fuck

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mightybee113 · 1 year

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RAISE A SUILEN x BILLBOARD JAPAN

< Special interview with Raychell and Tsumugi Risa > [2021/04/18]

– First of all, could you two tell us about your first meeting and your first impressions of each other?

Raychell: We were actually just seeing pictures from that time while doing our make-up (laugh). I was talking about how cute Risa was!

Tsumugi: Ahaha, it was a nostalgic conversation!

Raychell: We first met in meeting on the room next to this one (*this interview was held at a Bushiroad conference room). They told us that a new DJ was going to join the group. I was curious about how she would be and then Risa just barged in saying "Sorry I'm late!"

Tsumugi: The staff told me that I was going to be a part of a Bandori band just a few minutes before! I was like "What!? I’m in Bandori? Will I play an instrument? Guitar? Bass? Drums? Maybe I'll sing?". Well, I thought all of that but... I was the DJ! Then, they said all the other members were already gathered and guided me to the conference room.

Raychell: My first impression was that she was a really shy and quiet girl, nothing like today.

Tsumugi: I mean, I had just found out I was in Bandori, as a DJ, opened the conference room door and found all those unique looking members inside waiting for me! I didn't know what to do - or what to say- at all! (laugh). Well, even so, I thought that Chell-san (Raychell's nickname) had a "pretty older sister" vibe. I wondered what kind of band we would become.

Raychell: I was curious about the music direction we would take. Bandori had Poppin'Party-san, Roselia-san, Afterglow-san, Pastel*Palettes-san and Hello, Happy World!-san already... Hello, Happy World! having a DJ as well. I wondered how a DJ in a real life band would be like.

– Do you remember the first time you talked?

Raychell: Ah, after the meeting we had lunch together at an Italian restaurant

Tsumugi: Yup, we did!

Raychell: We talked about things like "Have you ever played an instrument?"

Tsumugi: It was a conversation about our lives, basically

Raychell: Just "Where are you from?" or "What kind of music have you played?". Risa, Reo-chan (Keyboardist, Kurachi Reo) and Riko-chan (Guitarist, Kohara Riko) are voice actresses so they also talked about their works. I'm a shy person so I just watched them talk at first.

Tsumugi: I was quietly watching too. Whenever the conversation would stop, I would just eat my spaghetti! (laugh)

– Seeing you two today, no one would guess that

Tsumugi: That's how the first day was. I just wondered what kind of band we would become.

Raychell: Our ages were different and our fields were different...

Tsumugi: It was a big "How did we end up together!?"

Raychell: Truly! (laugh)

– It's hard to believe that after seeing you having so much fun taking pictures just now! What could have caused this change?

Raychell: As time went by, I got to know this girl called Risa...

"Ah, so she's like this~" (laugh)

Tsumugi: Excuse me-? (laugh)

Raychell: I really love that though!

Tsumugi: Yay! I'm happy! Well, I was the last one to join RAS and I had no DJ experience so, I was very worried. I kept thinking, "Will I even add anything to the group?". So one day, after practice, Chell-san invited me to eat together

– That is so kind of her

Tsumugi: She gave me a lot of advice on that day. She suggested that I should take the lead in hyping the audience up, which is something that affects the way I perform until today. She's always looking out for me and everyone else… She's truly a wonderful person. But, there's a moment that made me the happiest. I hadn't been with them on stage yet and, before that, she went out of her way to contact me saying "The moment where you'll be announced as a RAS' member will make our stage even more exciting. It's the feeling of 5". Chell-san is a senpai that I love from the bottom of my heart

Raychell: If I were in her place, I'd be very scared. She looked very anxious and I wanted to say it would all be OK! There's a video on YouTube of her first performance, "R.I.O.T"!

youtube

Tsumugi: That's true! I was super happy!

Raychell: That really was such an exciting moment

Tsumugi: I could finally stand together on stage with everyone. It was truly happiness!

Interviewed by 藤谷千明 Photos by Masanori Naruse Translated by @mightybee113

#seiyuu #interview #bandori #ras

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eyelessjxcks1mp · 1 year

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TO THE BONE LYRICS:JT Music(undertale)

Sans, Sans, wake up What is it, dude? A human has fallen from the surface world Really? And you got a bone to pick wit' 'em? No time for puns Come on, that was a real rib tickler, ayy Ugh, enough Alright, here we go again

Welcome to the underground How was the fall? If you wanna look around Give us a call We don't see humans often We're happy you just dropped in I'll be so popular When I show all the monsters what I just brought in Hey Papyrus, mind your manners Can it, Sans, no time for banter Excuse my brother, he's a bit eccentric You're just lazy and apathetic Call me what you want, I got thick skin Another bad joke and I'm finished with him We are monsters, the awfullest kind To mess with us takes a lot of spine

We can relate to your determination Because we monsters have our motivations Humans betrayed us and left us burnin' One day we'll make our way back to the surface Through all your travels, your sins will follow Your consequences aren't easy to swallow Who's the real monster, now you should know You've cut this story down to the bone

Really, Sans? What? The last line of the chorus is a pun? Yup You imbecile That was very clever Heh, thanks, buddy

You're stuck in the underground Thanks to the fall Good luck ever getting out Prepare to brawl You could show mercy to us Or turn all of us to dust Is your heart full of evil Or full of love? I, the great Papyrus Challenge you to try getting by us Test the human with one of your puzzles Brilliant, Sans, that'll leave him befuddled I dare you to try a bite of spaghetti Smells like the creepy pasta is ready Stop it Sans, I'm done with the jokin' Sounds like someone's funny bone's broken

We can relate to your determination Because we monsters have our motivations I am the mastermind, he's my accomplice You're only still alive because I made a promise You'll lose your mind when you wander for hours You might even decide to start talkin' to flowers Who's the real monster, now you should know You've cut this story down to the bone

Someday I'll join the royal guard When I catch this child, can it be that hard Look, if I'm being honest My brother ain't nothin' but harmless I know you and all that you want You'll get a lot more from Sans than a font The deeper you go, the messier it gets If I had it my way, you'd already be dead Kidding, if you couldn't tell I get so bored, I amuse myself Down here in the underground You're all alone We wanted to tell you now You're kinda boned If you survive this prison You will know nihilism Don't mess around with monsters They're scared of tiny children You've come far, but soon you'll stumble When I stump you with some junior jumble Not so sure you'll get him with that Alas, I'll hit him with my special attack Leave me alone You know I've got a knack for the trombone One more pun, and I'll be done But ain't two skulls better than one

We can relate to your determination Because we monsters have our motivations You know your story's already been told We can play again if you sell your soul I've got my eye on you so you just watch it I'll find any skeletons inside your closet Who's the real monster now you should know You've cut this story down to the bone

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bubbleduckies · 2 years

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Aight y’all, due to popular demand, I’m posting the fanfic here. Enjoy.

READER IS FEMALE

-In this episode, you are having dinner at the Aftons' house (spaghetti, to be exact) when a heated argument sparks up between William and Michael. Mike is 17 in this story.-

I swirled my fork through the sauce-covered noodles. Normally, I loved spaghetti, but for some reason, I wasn't enjoying it. Maybe it was the rainy weather or the fact that there wasn't any parmesan to put on it, but it just didn't feel the same.

Michael sat across from me. He didn't seem to be enjoying it much either.

It felt as if there was a hazy fog of glum-and-blah hanging over the Afton family table tonight. Nobody was talking to anyone else, and making no efforts whatsoever to do so.

After what seemed like hours (though in reality, it was 10 minutes), William spoke up.

"Michael, the next time you're fucking your girlfriend, do it where people can't hear it."

Michael choked on his spaghetti, spitting it across the table into my food.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. The last time you did it, you woke up the fucking neighbors. They called the cops on you because they thought some girl was getting murdered over here."

That made me turn a deep red. I mean, I know I'm loud, but holy shit...the neighbors called the police.

"M-Mr Afton I'm so sorry. It won't happen again. I promise," I said. Michael looked like he was ready to die of embarrassment any second. "Are you crazy? Dad, you have no business intruding on our sex life. Especially at the dinner table. We're trying to eat here."

William looked at Michael sternly. "I will do as I please. I am your father. Show me some respect. I do not need the neighbors hearing you rail that poor girl again. She sounded like she was getting stabbed. I should know."

Michael was so pissed off at this point. "I will not be showing ANY respect towards you WHATSOEVER. I am done with this shit. You wonder why you can't keep a woman? This is why. You fucking traumatize them. Good. Fucking. Night."

With that, Michael stormed outside. I was in tears at this point. I quickly cleared our dishes, thanked William for dinner (even if he was an asshole), grabbed my jacket, and started outside after Michael.

When I got outside, Michael was starting his car. I didn't wanna be left behind in the rain, so I dashed down the front walk, opened the door, and plopped down in the passenger seat. As soon as I was in the car, he took no time to throw it in reverse and floor it out of the driveway.

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere."

With that, he stepped on the gas. The engine roared, sending us down the long, lonely highway at 85 miles an hour. The rain was coming down in sheets by now, soaking the asphalt beyond plausible.

"Michael, slow down, we're going to hydroplane."

"No."

"Please? I don't want to die because of some stupid comment your father made."

"No. Don't tell me what to do. This is my car."

"Please!"

Michael suddenly slammed on the brakes so violently that I flew forward, smashing my head into the glovebox. Amid all this anger, I had forgotten to put my seatbelt on, and now I was gonna pay the price with a massive migraine in about 5 minutes. Oh well. At least it wasn't the windshield my head went through. I looked up to see why he had stopped so abruptly when he suddenly grabbed my shirt.

"I will drive however the FUCK I want, this is my car."

This shirt-grabbing action along with Michael's harsh words quickly made my eyes sting with tears.

"Michael, I-"

I was immediately cut short by Michael's lips smashing into mine. My breath was taken away by the sudden fierce kiss. We stayed lip-locked like this for a couple moments, before he pulled away and said,

"If you know what's good for you, you'll be quiet, doll."

I was at a loss for words. I barely had time to pick my thoughts up off the ground before he started driving again.

"If I'm not allowed to speak, at least tell me where we're going."

"Fine. My dad wanted us to be quiet when we fucked, so I'm bringing you somewhere that you won't even wake the ants if you tried."

"But it's raining..."

"I never said we would be leaving the car."

"Oh."

I turned back, looking out the window. The night sky was filled with flashes of lightning and the occasional crash of thunder. You know, for the intense mood in the air, the rain sure was calming. Almost too calming. Soon, my eyelids started to get heavy. I'm not quite sure when I fell asleep, or how (Michael was blasting AC/DC. It's his angry music.).

I was awoken by a particularly loud clap of thunder. Dammit. How long had I been out? I turned to look at Michael for clarification.

"How long was I sleeping?"

"Too long. We're here."

I unbuckled my seatbelt in preparation for leaving the car. The rain had stopped while I was sleeping, and I was sick of being stuck in the car.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Outside? The rain stopped, dumbass."

"I said we'd be in the car, didn't I?" Michael snapped.

Oh.

As much as I wanted to get out of the car, the almost choking sexual tension was building up. We both could see that.

Also, as much as I hate to admit it, I'm a whore for Michael's dominant words.

"Backseat. Now."

I climbed into the backseat and laid down, Michael following close behind. He sat atop me

"Your clothes. Make them disappear."

Those words. Oh, those words. I had been waiting all night to hear them. But like the bitch I am, I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. After all, he had made me cry twice. I wanted to wait just a little longer before he made me cry for the third time.

"You do it. I'm not a wizard."

If Michael's eyes weren't completely filled with lustful anger, they were now. It was like I was looking at a completely different person.

"You heard me. If you want these clothes gone, you do it."

Michael smirks, the kind of shit-eating grin you would see on his father's face.

Oh I fucked up.

In one last attempt to piss him off (as if I wasn't stupid enough already), I quickly spat out:

"What's wrong? You scared or someth-"

I was cut short by Michael's knee jabbing into my groin. I whimpered, not expecting the sudden movement.

He leaned down, still grinding his knee, and whispered, his hot breath on my ear, "Don't you ever do that to me again. Do you understand?"

I managed to get one meager whine out in response.

Michael presses against me, pinning me to the seat, all the while continuing to roll his knee between my legs. His mouth makes its way onto mine. It's a harsh, fiery kiss, fueled by lust and pure anger.

He pulls his mouth off mine with a loud 'pop', sitting up to meet my eyes.

"Now you listen here, you're going to do EXACTLY as I say."

I nod, fearing what will happen if I don't.

"Take off your clothes. All of them. Now."

I hastily remove every last piece of clothing. When I get to my underwear, I hesitate, taking extra time to peel off the sopping wet fabric.

"Goddamn.." Mike muttered before leaning down to plant kisses on my neck.

The kisses soon turned into hickeys and the hickeys into little love bites all over the nape of my neck. I moaned, digging my nails into his back. Holy shit. He hadn't even touched me yet and I had already marked up his back.

"Thought you were-" he mumbles against my neck, interrupting himself to kiss it a little more. "-so tough now, weren't you?"

My only response is to squirm and writhe underneath him while he pins me down.

"Always trying to make me mad."

He takes one finger and brushes it against my pussy, feather-light, and then slowly drags it through the almost embarrassing amount of slick that had gathered there.

"All this from just my mouth?" He says, just barely brushing against my clit.

I moan and buck my hips, his fingers just barely catching on my entrance.

"Oho no, you don't get to do that just yet. You didn't listen."

Michael takes his other hand and brings it to my chest, squeezing my breasts and fondling my nipples.

Oh, it felt amazing.

"Please give me more. I need it." My words were dripping with pleasure, to the point where it wasn't a request anymore - it was a necessity.

"You gonna listen this time?" Michael focused his finger on my clit, circling it so slowly that it was almost painful.

I throw my head back in response, arching my back so hard I thought I had snapped my spine.

"Good."

The throbbing warmth that was building in my stomach was unbearable and mind-numbing. Michael, sensing I was about to orgasm, went faster. Suddenly, it all came crashing down at once. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I let out the most pornographic moan I've ever heard.

Michael stimulates me through it, slowing down his fingers slightly but still going. "Please-," I choke out, clenching my thighs, "too much."

That only made him go faster. I came for the second time in less than 30 seconds.

"Please-no more."

Michael finally removed his fingers, now focusing them on his jeans and belt. He slipped them off with ease, and made quick work of his boxers as well. His cock sprung free, finally being released from his jeans.

I moaned at the sight of it. "Yeah? You want my cock right now? You dirty whore." He leans down to kiss me once more, no less filled with anger and passion than the last time. I pull away, gasping for breath when Michael leans down and says, "Bad girls don't deserve a warning."

Immediately after, he plunges into me, fucking me at a rapid pace. I scream, pleasure and heat blooming in my core as his cock fucks in and out of me. Each thrust gets more noises out of me. Michael moans loudly, his face completely fucked-out.

"This will teach you to listen." He says, enunciating each word with a violent thrust. I could feel his cock hitting that spongy spot inside of me, causing my legs to shake.

"Please...so close...need to cum." I could barely get the words out without stuttering. "Just a little longer baby, you can do it."

I focus completely on the pace he's fucking in and out of me, orgasm so dangerously close that it was almost threatening. "Just keep that pussy tight for me."

His thrusts become more sloppy, his moans guttural and pornographic. I whine, curling my toes and clenching my pussy around his cock like my life depended on it.

"You can cum now."

And with that, I scream, wave after wave of intoxicating pleasure washing over me. Michael lets out one final moan, his hips stuttering to a stop. We both lay there for several moments, panting and sweaty.

"Holy-holy shit. I was seeing stars." Michael said before grabbing the navy towel he keeps in the backseat for emergencies.

"No kidding."

He slides himself out of me, wiping the cum off of me with the towel, taking the time and care to do it without touching my still overly sensitive entrance.

"We should do that again sometime."

"Yeah. Now let's get you dressed and head home. It's late."

#fnaf william afton #fnaf #shitpost #michael afton #fnaf michael afton #smut #michael afton x reader #michael afton smut #fanfic #x fem!reader #x female reader

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one-strugling-bean · 2 years

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Random Thoughts on HTTYD RoB S1 (Ep1-6)

Ep1 - Ahhh, the animation is so olddd

They all look so weird, Hiccup is smaller than everyone else, Astrid's hair is l spaghetti, Snotlout's all dressed in grey, Tuff's hair is straight, Ruff's face is round and the voice is different, and Fishlegs looks like a soft marshmallow instead of the giant mountain he turns into in rtte - so so weird

Hiccup, the show-off and Toothless, the one actually doing everything

Hookfang chomped on Snotlout hard

"Every night, Meatlug would lick my feet. Who's gonna do that now??" "I volunteer Tuffnut" "Whatever... What time should I be there?" glad to know Tuff hasn't changed that much

Meatlug throwing herself at Fishlegs and Hookfang picking Snotlout up by his shirt even before Snotlout gets to hug him - dragon/rider moments give me liiiife~~

Hiccup drew a picture of them all?? That's so adorable!

Ep2- Is Hiccup going to narrate the beggining and ending of every ep? I kinda like it

I'm gonna take a guess and assume the whole "Hookfang turning on Snotlout/setting him on fire/chomping on him" is gonna be a regular gag

I have a soft spot for Gobber so this is making me super sad... Gonna try to find some fanfiction where there's some Gobber appreciation later, the man deserves it

Also, Mildew, you're already extremely hateful, thanks

"Is that another crack about my weight?" Stoick being self conscious about his weight just makes him that much more humane to me. Am I the only one?

Jeez Stoick, way to leave your son hanging

Oh yeah, the others don't have saddles yet, damn

Yeah, something does seem to be up with Hookfang

"That's what the chief does, he delegates." Okay, I'm sorry but that just sounds so much like an excuse

Check his teeth, peeps, there's something in his mouth, or he's got a broken tooth probably

They wanna kill Hookfang??? What is wrong with you people??

Aw, it was cute until Snotlout ruined it

Ep3- Way to start the episode; some near death expiriences, some rescuing, and some Hiccstrid crumbs

Gothi's great, I like her

Their protective instincts? Why is that surprising? Toothless did the exact same thing in Httyd1, it was a whole thing; Hiccup lost a leg, dragon of gigantic proportions was killed, feud that lasted hundreds of years was resolved, all that jazz. Why are you so surprised now

Of course the farm animals would be scared, can't blame them there

Astrid being competent and everyone else being useless, as usual

Toothless is such a good boy, saving the sheep

Man, I feel for Stoick and Gobber, they got a handful of kids to protect and no way to do so

And now they're huddling for warmth, ahhh, how fluffy is that

I know it's supposed to be an emocional moment, but the scene with the sheep and chicken and yaks getting closer to the fire is just so funny. The mighty score that accompanies it just makes it that much better

Watch the scene with no context and you'll see what I mean

Ep4- Hiccup could've just pulled Fishlegs from the other side, but okay sure

"It scared us, okay? Is that not good enough for you??" Jeez, Fishlegs was mad

Huh, cute little thing that dragon is - he's probably poisonous or super dangerous or something

Oh no, he's just a little guy with an angry, overprotective mama. That's good to know

Snotlout's habit of naming every single thing he sees is something that already comes from RoB I see

I find it cute that Hiccup went to Gobber for advice

If I were Toothless, I'd feel wronged. Hiccup chose to keep a dragon he doesn't even know in his home over his best bud. That was a bad move Hiccup

Wow, that mama is huuuge, her wings are bigger than Toothless himself

All's well that ends well I suppose, but yeah, Toothless deserves a good apology and his weight in fish for this

Ep5- Fishlegs has a good point

"Should we tell Hookfang something?" "Eh, let me sleep on it." Pffft, the twins want to see Snotlour dead so bad, that's also something that came from RoB apparently

"Hey! Things happen after dark." Again, Fishlegs has a point

"It's not supposed to be fun, it's a Hiccup idea" Ouch Astrid, that hurt

Hoofang has been causing so much trouble, and I'm like, 5 episodes into this

"My three weddings, their three funerals... Oh, the funerals~~" what. the. fuck. Mildew. Isn't this kind of implying he killed his wives??

"I gave up thinking years ago. Never been happier." That's such a Tuff thing to say

Mildew is definitely the responsible here, Im already calling it out

Mildew is such a freaking psycho

Ep6- "-our chances of finding those feet are as good as Snotlout and Astrid-" "Don't go there." Okay, that was really good. Fishlegs deserves a brownie

Yeah, Alvin is an ally in RttE so I'm not getting a lot of fear from this unfortunately. Curious to see where it will go though

Fishlegs was making Meatlug a poem?? That's so freaking sweet

Also, he's such a marshmallow in this design my god, I just wanna hug him

And Bucket, such a sweetheart, he went all the way back just to get the girl's lamb

"Alvin? What'd he do to earn that?" Tuff, I appreciate you

Hiccup is such a sassy little shit to his enemies, I love every single second of it

Astrid has suffered a nice plethora of injuries this episode, someone please check on her

A little annoyed Mildew didn't get his deserved karma but okay, we'll get there

Since I don't wanna cover 10 episodes in just one post, I'll just stop this one here, and cover another handful of them next time

My conclusions until now are: Mildew is freaking creep and in just a couple episodes he was able to climb up there right next to Spitelout in terms of "I dont wanna see him ever". And speaking of Spitelout, he hasn't appeared yet, yayyy :DDD

The humor isn't as good I'd wager, or at least very different. The twins speak like, two small lines every episode, if at all, and they haven't shown nearly as much charm as they did in RttE, but who knows, maybe they'll grow into their role, it's what im guessing. Same thing for Snotlout

Hiccup also seems so much lighter, and less tired and I honestly love it, because it's proof his growing is done well moving forward. He's still a sassy little shit to his enemies though, and I gain years of life every time he calls them out on their dumbness

For now that's all - moving on!!

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thera-daydreams · 3 years

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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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matthewfairchildfanclub · 4 years

Conversation

TSC except it's incorrect quotes and it's part 2 and it's really fucking long sorry.

Cordelia: I like your top.

James, wearing a very bright shirt: Thank-

Matthew: Thanks dude, I like you to.

Anna: Gender is a game and I have the cheat codes.

Clary, at Starbucks: Can I get a venti caramel macchiato with, uh... seven shots of espresso.

Simon, behind her: Jesus Christ, Clary, just do cocaine.

James: If you were to die, what would be your last words?

Matthew: Finally.

James: No-

Izzy, on the phone with Magnus: Is it okay if I bring my weird roommate?

Simon: Would you please stop calling me that.

Clary: You sure you're sober enough to drive?

Jace: Yeah, I didn't drink anything.

Clary: Okay, go get the car.

Alec: [running after Jace]

Clary: It's okay, he's sober!

Alec: HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO DRIVE!

Will: Jem, you have beautiful eyes.

Jem: You too.

Tessa: ...

Tessa: Did I miss something?

Will: I'm straight, I just like his eyes.

Tessa: You're gay for his eyes.

Will: Exactly!

Will: Wait, no

Lucie, walking out in a new outfit: How do I look?

Matthew: Holy shit, that's the ugliest thing I've ever seen.

Lucie: Excuse you?!

Matthew: No, not you, the thing sitting beside you.

Alastair: Fuck you.

Magnus: You sure know a lot about the law.

Julian: I do a lot of borderline illegal shit.

Cordelia: Lucie! Don't let go!

Lucie, dangling from the side of the cliff: WHY THE FUCK WOULD I LET GO?!

Kit: I think I forgot to sleep because I was looking at memes.

Dru: If you ever wonder why you have no friends, just remember that sentence.

Christopher: Oh, tiddlywinks.

Matthew: JUST SAY FUCK

Will: Swear words are banned in this house, if you say one you'll be grounded.

Matthew: Heck.

Will: You're on thin fucking ice, kid.

Jace: You may not know this, Alec, but I'm a flawed person.

Alec: I do know that.

Dru: [reading the exorcist]

Dru: [laughs]

Matthew: I know you can be "underwhelmed" and you can be "overwhelmed" but...

Matthew: Can you ever just be whelmed?

James: ...

Christopher: I think you can in Bulgaria!

James: I think I'm in love with Cordelia.

Grace: Congratulations! You're officially the last one to know.

Tessa: James, what are you doing here? Weren't you making spaghetti tacos with Mattew, Christopher, and Thomas?

James: Well, I was.

Tessa: ... was?

James: Well, I- it was just getting hot downstairs because of the fire.

Tessa: THE WHAT?!

(Downstairs the kitchen is completely on fire)

Christoper, looking around while Matthew and Thomas try to put the fire out with olive oil: Oh, this isn't good.

Jace: Please shut up.

Simon: Well, since you asked nicely, no.

Will: No pain, no gain!

Matthew: But I'm in constant pain and I've lost everything-

Matthew: If you'll excuse me, I must attend to my evening affairs.

James: You mean drinking wine and eating gummy bears until you pass out on a chaise?

Cordelia: Or reading Layla and Majnun and crying in the bath because they didn't deserve it?

Lucie: Or shouting your own poetry from your balcony?

Matthew: All three, in that order.

Will: What have I told you about comparing Tatiana to the devil?

Lucie: ... that it's offensive to the devil?

Jamie: These people are my friends!

Jamie: I've known them for twelve hours!

Clary: What are we gonna do?

Simon: Don't worry, you're so small they probably won't see you.

Clary: Simon, is this really the time to be making short jokes?

Simon: Clary, it's never not the time, because just like you, life is short.

Matthew, drunk: Always strive to eat the stars.

Lucie, half asleep: Aren't they too hot?

Matthew: Blow on them first, idiot.

Cashier: Would you like your check?

Ty: If someone is being murdered right now it would be my alibi, but if someone gets murdered in the store they could pin it on me.

Cashier: Sir?

Ty: I want to speak to a lawyer.

Magnus: If you had to choose between Jace and all the money I have in my pocket, which would you choose.

Alec: Depends. How much money are we talking about?

Jace: Alec????

Magnus: Eleven cents.

Alec: Sold.

Jace: ALEC?!!??!?!

Alastair: Cursing is for those who have a limited vocabulary.

Matthew: You are an audacious, ideologically unsound, captious, presumptuous, motherfucker.

Clary: Hey, uh, maybe we need Simon's help with this one?

Jace: I would literally rather die.

Cristina: Name a way to be nice to people.

Kieran: Don't stab them.

Cristina: ...

Cristina: Setting the bar a little low but I'll allow it.

Tessa: Where have you been?

Will: Emotional hell.

Kit: I made you all of you into Sims, look.

Jace: Where are you?

Kit: I'm in the grave in the backyard.

Jace:

Clary:

Jace: Put me there to.

Clary: Oh my god-

Emma: I have the sharpest memory, name one time I forgot something.

Zara: You forgot me in a Walmart parking lot, like, three weeks ago.

Emma: I did that on purpose, try again.

Matthew: Will, did you know "thot" means "thoughtful person."

Will: Really? I did not know this modern slang.

(later)

Will: Thank you for helping me with the stables, Tessa, you're such a thot.

Tessa, wheezing: I'm a WHAT?

Julian: [choking]

Kit: I'm trying to call 911 but the 9 button isn't working!

Dru: Just flip your phone upside down and use the 6.

Julian, stopping his choking for a second: What the fu-

Emma, getting in the front seat: Alright, is everyone ready to go?

The Blackthorns: Yep!

Emma: Okay, let's go.

(looks into the mirror to see Zara running after the van)

Emma: [whispers to herself] Goodbye you little shit.

Cordelia: What the hell is going on??

Matthew: Oh, great, you heard my cry for help.

Cordelia: You mean your girly scream?

Matthew: I MEAN MY CRY FOR HELP

James: The risk I took was calculated.

James: But holy shit am I bad at math.

Izzy and Magnus: [getting arrested at a protest]

Cop: Fake ID's, fake credit card. Got anything on you that's real?

Izzy: My tits.

Magnus: My ass.

[in a group chat]

Dru: Adding "lmao" does not hide your pain.

Kit: Yeah it does lmao.

Matthew: Excuse me, who made James the boss of the group.

Christopher: You did.

Thomas: You said, "James should be the boss".

Lucie: And then you said, "lets vote," and it was unanimous.

Cordelia: And then you made him a plaque that says, "Boss Of Us".

Anna: And put little sparkles all over it.

Matthew: ... All valid points.

Matthew: And once again, James and Matthew save the day.

Lucie: You didn't do anything.

Thomas: It was all James.

Matthew: We're a package deal. Everyone knows that.

Jem: I am not "too nice"!

Will: Jem, you apologized-

Jem: I have manners!

Will: -to the waiter who spilled soup on your lap.

Kit: You wanna see how hardcore I am?

Kit: [punches a wall]

Kit: Take me to the hospital.

Julian: People ask me how I handle the rest of my family so easily.

Julian: The truth is, I don't.

Julian: I have no control over them.

Julian: I walked into the house today and Mark shot me in the neck with a nerf gun.

(At a New Years Eve party)

Alec, to the TMI gang: I would like to make a toast!

Alec, raising his glass: I cannot believe we have gone through another twelve months of absolute fuckery.

Alec: Cheers!

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qianoir · 3 years

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After Midnight 3 - Stars

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: college dropout!Ten (WayV) x fem!reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: non-idol au, angst with fluff on top

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 13+

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cursing (censored), lying, family problems, mentions death of reader's father, romance

♡ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.9K

𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭: @staysstrays

Preview < 1 < 2 < 3

Your head was pounding from your ears drinking in the tantrum of a 3 year old boy, the cries diving straight into your ringing eardrums. A young couple showed up with their child who started offing himself about your café not having some made up hybrid cake he wanted for the last 10 minutes.

The boy started flailing around and knocked his mother's iced Americano out of her hand in the process, landing the freezing and pungent liquid all over you.

The LED clock above you flickered with a new hour, freeing you from the café’s dark roasted chains. You ripped the soaked apron over your head and stuffed it into the back room’s washing machine before taking hold of your belongings and rushing out of the building after saying a quick “good-bye” to your mother- who was not about to deal with the coddled boy and you leaving all at once, so she kicked the spoiled family out, them following your irritated trail on the way through the doors.

You were walking fast to have a little costume change before meeting up with Ten and his friends, 5 o’clock coming within the next 20 minutes.

Y/N

Heyyo I had a little accident at work so I'm going to stop by my place to clean up before heading over to yours.

Once you were in your own space, you peeled the rest of the coffee soaked clothing off of your body, sticking the wet collection into the washer to cold soak after dressing up nicely.

TEN

d.amn it y/n you are too old to be soiling yourself

???

Y/N

That’s not what I meant!

TEN

Whatever ;p

Stepping out into the bright evening air, you realized you don't even know where the hell to go. The napkin with the address was in the pocket of your apron washing back at the café.

You recognized the street that leads to Décalcomanie, the street that leads to Myeongdong, and one leading to a duck shop.

Admitting defeat, you texted Ten.

Y/N

hey so I left the napkin with your address in my apron.. which I don't have would you mind sending it to me?

TEN

such a handful~

You followed the GPS to his address. His apartment building was on the other side of your school you usually metro to, so it was a pretty tiring walk. Arriving fashionably late, you knocked on door number 117.

There was a lot of commotion and screaming, as you were previously informed. Finally, Ten opened the door and waved for you to come in.

Taking your shoes off at the entrance, you saw three guys tackling each other, two others playing video games, and one really fine looking man behind an island in the kitchen.

"Hello!!" One of the guys being tackled shouted and waved at you which got him punched in the back by the guy orchestrating the tackling. You hesitantly waved back "Hi Y/N!!" The boy in the kitchen said with a charming smile.

"Lovely place." You said to Ten with a giggle as he closed the door with an annoyed look on his face. "Y/N, these are my friends,"

He took you over to the couch where the two players were. "This is Sicheng and Xuxi," The two boys playing Mario Kart threw a glance your way and waved with a smile. "these fools are Hendery, Xiaojun, and Yangyang.."

Hendery strained to wave again under the two boys with a big smile on his face, as did the two others. Ten swayed you into the kitchen and introduced you to the last man. This guy was so handsome, like the Asian bachelor. "I'm Kun." The man greeted, kindly.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Y/N. Our Ten always talks about you." Yangyang says walking towards you two. Ten sent him a glare. "Is that so?"

"At least I'm not blind from having my head up my ass all day, Yangyang shut up!" His voice cracked, making you and Yangyang erupt in laughter.

"Anyways, if you'll excuse us- I invited Y/N here for us to be alone." He took your wrist in his grasp and led you to a room.

Ten pet a space on the bed for you to sit down while he leaned over his desk, searching on his laptop. A slow beat filled the room. You recognized this song- the song your dad would play for your mom in the car on long road trips: Something by The Beatles.

Something in the way she moves

attracts me like no other lover

Something in her style that shows me

I don’t want to leave her now

you know I believe and how.

Your parents were so in love. When your father first heard this song, he had made it their special theme to portray their love. They had both become big fans of The Beatles and always had this song pop up at least once in every holiday or event playlist or could be caught quoting it occasionally when the timing was right. Your heart sank in your chest at the memory.

You hadn't realized that the song had ended or that Ten was at your side watching you intently. You looked up at him and he offered a small smile.

"My parents used to listen to this song all the time."

"Really? Are you guys close?"

Your mouth felt sour hearing the inevitable question. “My dad died from pneumonia when I was younger. My mom tries to be present for me, but I know she misses him.” Tears puddled at your waterline as you forced yourself not to cry. “Sometimes I think she only keeps trying because she thinks I’m studying premed when I really hide pointe shoes in my closet. I don’t have the heart to tell her what I’m really majoring in.. because I’m terrified of us losing each other completely and frankly, she would never forgive me of my dishonesty if she would stay.”

"It's not wrong.. following your passion" Ten announced after a whole note of silence, "I'm sorry for making you bring up such a past, but I’m happy I can at least sympathize with you..” He looked away from you to recall his memories clearly.

“My parents didn't agree with me wanting to study dance either. And they certainly did not agree with me leaving my hometown in Thailand and dropping out of college to come here for the best art opportunities. Mine and the rest of the guys outside; all of us are a little more distant from our family than usual just because we are passionate." Ten confessed.

"I'm sorry." You weakly rasped.

"I'm not." Ten smiled at you.

"My friends and I are doing what we love without anyone holding us back and one day it's going to all pay off.. I know it will.. If it wouldn't I would have never dropped out."

You could understand where he was coming from. He is really passionate and faithful to his dreams, it is a little inspiring.

"And you seem to be doing good on your own, too. You're studying dance, which I'm sure you're amazing at, and working at the café to help your mom, letting people make a mess of you that you always undoubtedly pick yourself up from." You laughed, the sad tears rolling down your cheeks and turning to bittersweet tears of joy.

"Thank you, Ten."

"Anytime, Y/N." He handed you a napkin for your eyes.

A cough was heard outside the closed door, along with faint whispers.

"Lucas, shut the HELL up!"

Ten got up and opened the door, making four boys come tumbling inside the room.

All rushing to get up, Lucas stayed laying on the floor, "Uh, hi guys." he offered a charming smile. "We were just coming to tell you that dinner is ready?" Yangyang shrugged obviously.

Ten snickered.

"Nice try, guys-"

"Dinner is ready!" Kun yelled from the kitchen.

"What did I tell you?" Yangyang stuck out his tongue, cockily. Ten rolled his eyes and looked over at you,

"Would you like to stay for dinner?"

"Uhm-"

"She is staying, I already made her a plate!" Kun yelled once again from the kitchen. The other boys ran out of the doorway to the kitchen.

"I guess it's settled then..." Ten sighed and reached his hand out to you, which you took. You were led into the dining room where the other boys sat. Ten placed you in a chair next to his and Kun’s.

Kun had made zhajiangmian, a Chinese traditional celebration/comfort food aka Chinese spaghetti. It tasted so much better than the bread pastries and milk teas you had been living off of in the past year.

Everyone was very talkative during dinner, you even found out that Ten choreographs his own dances for himself and the others to perform and learned that Kun has a degree in music from a prestigious university in Beijing. The boys you had dinner with were really fun to be around and gave you lots of energy after the intricate start to the new semester.

You didn't realize how lonely your little apartment was until now, even when sharing it with your mother most nights. They made you feel so comfortable and content after lacking companionship since your high school days. Also the food was really good, thanks to Kun.

Everybody finished their food but still continued the little chat at the dinner table "And this one time, Ten ate butter thinking it was ice cream! Who does that!?" Yangyang finished off his story punching the table with laughter.

You glanced at the time on your phone. It was almost 10 o'clock and you had to get to sleep early for your new 8 AM class.

Ten turned to you when he felt short tugs at his hoodie. "Cinderella has to get home?"

The room got quiet with Ten’s words, but quickly exploded in a swarm of whines and begs for you to stay. You gave them an apologetic smile.

Ten stood up, pulling me with him, "I'll walk you home." He was already at the door, kicking on his shoes. Everyone bid you good-bye as you waved to all of them before you and Ten were out the door.

"It's this way." You motioned in the direction of your apartments. Ten nodded and followed your path. It was silent the whole way, but it was a nice silence. It was peaceful with just you two. Arriving soon, you stopped in front of the entrance and turned around to look at Ten.

"Thank you for having me over, I really enjoyed it. Your friends are really nice."

"Of course. I’m really glad you came. I like spending time with you and I think my friends do as well."

Smiles were exchanged and hearts skipped, both of your breathing patterns were evident in each other’s dialogue. "Do you have any last lyrics before we end the night?"

Your building never shines like the others in its distance. The only light around you is the one that blooms in space and allows the stars to twinkle down to where you stand. Ten took your chin is his hand and created perfect eye contact:

"Look at the stars. Look how they shine for you. And all the things that you do.”

He tossed your chin up before walking off into the night.

To Be Continued…

Something by The Beatles

Yellow by Coldplay

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#wayv x reader #nct x reader #ten x reader #wayv imagines #wayv fluff #wayv angst #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct angst #ten imagines #ten fluff #ten angst #qianoir

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spencers-dria · 4 years

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Turn for the Better

Someone To Stay Ch. 1

Spencer x fem!reader

Spencer POV:

I open my eyes and glance around the room. It's darker than I remember. I must have fallen asleep reading on the couch again. I glance down and see a pile of books on the rug. Oh yeah...I only made it through about four books this time before I nodded off. I sigh in frustration that I'm awake. Might as well get up I suppose.

I wander into the kitchen and pull open the fridge only to be met with a jar of peanut butter, week old left overs, and a half empty jug of juice. Next.

I try again with the pantry. Almost completely bare. I guess this is what happens when you stop going to the grocery store. I settle on a cup of apple juice and a bag of chips... better than nothing right?

I slump back down onto the couch and pull my green wool blanket over me. As I stare up at my ceiling, as I begin to let my mind wander. But this was dangerous territory. I have to keep my mind occupied, I just have to. So I quickly sit back up and turn the TV to one of my favorite Dr. Who episodes. They say that anxious people re-watch the same shows because they find the familiarity comforting. I could definitely understand the feeling.

It was the weekend, which meant I wasn't called into work. Cases had been slow lately, as we spent quite a bit of time doing paperwork back at the office. Unfortunately for me, this meant less distractions. Distractions were good. Distractions were necessary. They are the only way I make it through the days anymore.

Things had finally returned to normal for me back at work. I was going into the field, and it felt like my coworkers were no longer tiptoeing around me. I hate when they do that, and it bothers me more than any amount of teasing ever could. I'm not so delicate, so easily breakable. Look at everything I have been through, everything I have endured. Yet here I am, still alive, still doing my job. I didn't need to be babied. So it was a relief when I felt the regular rapport I shared with my friends return. They had gone back to the sarcastic remarks and silly nicknames. I was grateful for it. They did, however, continue to check up on me. This was something that I did appreciate. They've seen me go down a dark road once before. I have no intentions of ever returning. I was stronger than that... I think. All I know is I have held on this long without resorting to any unhealthy coping mechanisms.

Coping mechanisms...oh how I wish I had something to make the healing process easier. Having a fairly empty social calendar left me alone often. Normally I would find comfort in the peace and quiet of my solitary apartment, but not quite so much lately. I couldn't very well make plans to go out, and I wouldn't even know how to begin to do that. Who would want to hang out with me right now anyways? I'd be a damper on the fun, and everyone knows it. That's probably why my friends stopped inviting me to the nights at the bar.

There I go again, letting my mind slip into a dark hole of anxiety. Its not a safe place to be. I quickly turn my attention back to the show in front of me, letting it drown out all other thoughts.

The ring of my phone quickly draws my attention away. Finally...another case! I jump up to answer, seeing the name on my screen: Derek Morgan. That's odd. Usually Hotch or Garcia call to notify us of a new case.

"Hello?" I answer, confusion lacing my voice.

"Pretty Boy! Buzz me up!"

Well now I'm even more confused. Derek never comes to my apartment. I quickly press the button letting him into the building and opening my apartment door, waiting for him to arrive.

As he comes up the stairs, he gives me a grin shouting, "Come on man! Get dressed. We're goin' out!"

I roll my eyes and retreat back into the apartment, Derek close behind me.

I sink back onto the couch, my eyes glued to the television as I tune him out.

"Aw c'mon. Don't be like that. How long have you been sitting there watching TV? Have you done anything else today, at all?"

I don't answer, I don't even look at him.

"Oh, let me guess. You've been reading all day, huh?"

"Wow, can't get anything past you huh?" I say dryly, regretting my tone as soon as the words left my mouth.

"Alright that it. You've been cooped up in here too long. Like I said before, we're going out. And I'm not taking no for an answer" he says sternly, raising an eyebrow at me.

I finally look up at him as I roll my eyes.

"You know I can kick your ass right?" Derek smirks.

"Fine" I concede. "Well...where are we going? I don't know what to wear unless you tell me what our plans are."

"Don't pretend you don't wear the same fancy button ups no matter where you end up going."

I let out a small laugh...he's got me there.

"Dinner at Rossi's. I know pretty boys are high maintenance but, hurry up or you'll make us late!" I smile at the nickname. Same old Derek.

Y/N POV:

You let out a sigh of relief as you watched your coworker approach you, ready to receive report. It had been a particularly busy shift, and you were ready to get some much-needed rest. You walked to each patient room, giving Clementine summary of the day and the latest updates on labs and vital signs. You stepped into each room with her, checking one last time to make sure each of your patients was doing well and didn't need anything else before you left. Normally you and Clem would spend some time catching up and making jokes, but she could tell you were tired and needed to be home more than anything. You wished her good luck on her shift as you made your way to the break room. After putting away your stethoscope and the large collection of pens, pencils, and markers you kept in your pockets, you finally headed towards the elevator to leave for the day.

You opened the door to your apartment to be greeted by your dog, Juneau. She was a rescue you adopted a few months back. She still needed to make progress, but she had really warmed up to you and your friends and seemed much more comfortable in her new home. After feeding her dinner and taking her for a short walk, you heated up a quick frozen dinner and sunk into your couch. Curling up in your blanket, you spent a few minutes browsing through different streaming services only to land on The Office, as usual. Your mind drifts to what your next few days might consist off. You just so happened to land 4 days off in a row, but you had no idea how you would spend your time. You glanced down at your phone as it lit up. It was your Uncle Will.

"Hey, whats up!" you chimed, glad to hear from your favorite uncle.

"Hey, (Y/N). I'm actually calling to invite you to a dinner some friends of mine are having tomorrow night. I know your schedule is real busy. But I haven't seen you much since you moved up here to Virginia! I know you haven't met many people here yet, but I think I can help you make a start. "

The kind gesture made you smile. You had always been fairly close with your father's side of the family. He had grown up in Louisiana and met your mother at a college in Texas. You spent your childhood in Houston but frequently visited the Cajun half of your family. Uncle Will had moved away once he fell in love with Jenifer Jareau, his now wife, and you hadn't seem much of him the past few years. But as luck would have it, your nursing career had lead you to a hospital in Fredericksburg, VA. You felt extremely lucky to have family nearby, or else you would have been completely alone. But sometimes you still felt that way, which is why you were so grateful for his offer.

"That actually sounds great! I am off for the next four days, and I didn't really have anything planned. Who will I be meeting at this dinner?"

"Well it's some of JJ's coworkers. They're like a second family to us, and I know they'll be just as welcoming to you. I already told them you moved up here, and they've been begging to meet you."

"Aww I can't wait to see Aunt JJ and my sweet little cousin, Henry! Its been so long since I came to visit you guys. I think Henry was barely two years old the last time I saw him."

"Well we all hope to see you a lot more now that you're here. You're like a daughter to us, Y/N. You are welcome to visit any time you like. I know nursing is a stressful job, and it can take a toll. Its important to have family and friends around you when things get tough." You could hear that this was a genuine offer and you fully planned to take him up on it in the future. Being alone in a new state was taking its toll.

"So where and when should I plan to meet for dinner?"

"I'll text you the address real quick. Everyone is planning to meet around 6. It shouldn't be too far of a drive. It's one of JJ's coworker's houses. David Rossi. He's a real easygoing guy, and he loves cooking for everyone. He loves meeting new people even more, so you should feel right at home!"

"Sounds like a fun time. Thank you again for thinking to invite me. I'm really looking forward to it!"

"Alright boo, talk to you later."

You smiled at the pet name used by the entire Louisiana side of your family. I guess the north had yet to steal his southern roots. You hung up the phone. You finally had plans. It would be nice to talk to someone who wasn't a coworker. It would also be your first excuse to dress up since moving and starting your new job. Too excited to wait, you jumped up from the couch and began to rifle through your closet for something to wear. You didn't want to be too over or underdressed. You grabbed a black spaghetti strap fit and flare dress and throw it on with some black panty hose, a lightweight maroon cardigan, and some black heels. You snapped a quick photo in the mirror and shoot a text to Aunt JJ.

Y/N: Apparently I'm joining y'all for dinner tomorrow night...is this too much???

Aunt JJ: I heard! I can't wait!

And oh my goodness, no! You look gorgeous! It will be perfect.

Also...Henry is so excited to see you!

You smiled, more confident in your choice. Aunt JJ had great taste. You had only had the chance to meet her in person a couple times, but the two of you had clicked right away and stayed in touch over text and Facetime. Sometimes she felt more like the sister you never had.

Starting to feel the effects of your particularly difficult shift, you start to get ready for bed. You wanted to be well rested for tomorrow. You say goodnight to Juneau and crawl into bed, snuggled under all the blankets. You fall asleep with a smile on your face, with the feeling that things in your life are about to take a turn for the better. You couldn't explain it...but somehow you just knew.

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