#do you think gummy bears have dreams?

[peachysunrize]

[TANGERINE DREAMS]

Summary: being stood up on his wedding day, Aemond’s life takes a turn for the worse. Heartbroken and humiliated, he finds unexpected help in Helaena’s childhood friend, who helps him move back into his family mansion. Summer cocktail parties and a long stay at the Targaryen residency, Aemond might let the girl who’s always been in his life make a home in his heart.

Tangerines, in general, symbolize prosperity, good luck and happiness. So if these delicious fruits appear in your dreams - whole or in the form of juice - it is usually very positive. A dream with tangerines expresses the desire and the possibility of progress and prosperity

Warnings: none! Fluff, angst, tension! English isn’t my first language<3

Word count: 5.4k+

A/n: so so sorry for the delay… unfortunately I’m gonna be awfully busy this week so the next chapter might be also delayed😭 buttttttt hopefully this chapter will make up for it! Reblogs & comments are always appreciated <3

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Chapter 4: push & pull

“I’m hungry!”

“Shh!” You put your finger on Helaena’s lips to keep her quiet, “you ate all of our snacks! How are you still hungry?”

“I don’t knowwww,” she whines, dropping her head back on your lap as you resume the movie, “I need sweets!”

“It’s three in the morning, I doubt you want to wake up the entire house just to find a chocolate bar,” you thread your fingers through her soft and freshly showered silver hair.

“Babe,” she turns around, reaching for the control to pause the movie before she looks up at you, “why do you think we live in a mansion in the first place?”

“Because you have billions of money and have no idea what to do with it?” You ask, chuckling and rolling your eyes affectionately when she slaps your arm, “as if there is another reason behind it.”

“Of course there is!” She sits up, plopping a pillow next to yours as she sits shoulder to shoulder with you, “Aemond is an awfully light sleeper, so is Mum! Aegon would even sleep through… I don’t know, imagine Michael Jackson screaming in a mic and putting the amplifier next to his ear. Daeron is the best, heavy sleeper but his survival instinct would save him from anything. Me—“

“You don’t sleep at all,” she gawks at you before laughing, “What? You think I don’t know my best friend like the back of my hand? Or why we’re watching The Dance of Dragons trilogy at this god-awful hour? I’m offended!”

She pushes you playfully, “That’s not what I meant! You’re right, I don’t sleep much, but that’s not the point. I’m saying living in a mansion is quite cool because we put Mum and Aemond at the back of the building and chose our rooms afterward. So if you sneak into the kitchen…”

“I’m not gonna sneak there and shuffle around your cabinets like a fucking thief, Hel!” 

“It’s literally your home too! You’ve been here a thousand times, no one would bat an eye if they catch you going through Aegon’s snacks!” She says, pouting a bit as she gives you her best puppy eyes, “One bag of his gummy bears, just one!”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No,” you glare at her, scoffing immediately when she gives you her most precious smile.

“Yes, please?”

“Absolutely fucking not,” you hiss, “Besides, I have no clue which cabinet I should search for.”

“The one next to the stove—“

“Helaena!”

“Please please please, I will take a walk with you in the morning—“

“I’m not dumb, why should going on a walk with you be anywhere near interesting?” You ask, crossing your arms on your chest as you give her a pointing look.

“Because… because I can take you shopping! You know, Aegon will probably give a theme for his party so what better reason than to go on a girl’s date and buy some clothes?!”

“No, and no—“

“One bag, that’s all I’m asking!”

“Fine!” She squeals in joy, “but you will make it up to me, you giant twenty-seven-year-old kid. And shopping is the least you can do.”

“Okay, babe, whatever you want! I can even set you up with one of Aegon’s friends—“

“I'll take the walk, please! Keep those boys away from me,” You stand up from the bed, shaking your head before you slowly turn the doorknob, and before you step out, you look at her and shake your head when you see her lying on the bed with her hands under her chin.

You look at the empty hallway, checking to see if anyone is around or not before walking downstairs, tiptoeing to make sure you wake up no one. Gripping the stair bars, you relax a bit when the wooden stairs don’t make a loud cracking sound.

The path to the kitchen is quiet and empty, but with the numerous vases and other home decor Alicent has put around the house, it’s hard to move around without breaking something or making a loud noise. You have been here many times, but the paintings and various pieces they have will always surprise you; they are so beautiful, and you expect nothing less from the Targaryens.

You finally reach the kitchen, slowly making your way towards the stove to find the cabinet or a drawer — because only those are next to the stove — Helaena told you about. Pulling the first drawer out, you find nothing but forks and spoons, nothing near a good snack, unfortunately. The next one contains spices and herbs, arranged neatly in jars with labels.

“What are you doing here?”

“Fucking hell!” You scream and turn around, hand on your chest as you look at Aemond who is equally surprised to see you here at such an hour, “you scared the shit out of me!”

“Shh…” he approaches you slowly, reaching to take your hand in his to calm you down, “I’m sorry, I thought you heard me, or even saw me.”

“How could I see you? My back was to you!” You exhale shakily, letting him take your hands in his larger ones, slowly caressing your skin, “what are you doing here? Creeping on me like that?”

“I was in the kitchen when you walked in,” he says, his lips twisting in a small smirk as he sees your lips part in shock.

“How did I not see you?” You gawk at him, laughing breathlessly, “You’re a giraffe, tall as fuck and your hair shines like a flashlight! Were you hiding?”

“No, no,” he steps closer, chuckling lowly to not make so much sound, your hands still in his, “I was searching for a cutting board.”

“What?” You smile a bit, looking up at him as he towers over you, “I’m really curious now.”

“No, you’re just nosy,” he smirks when he sees you open your mouth to disagree, but you catch on his teasing tone quickly and bat his hands away.

“Asshole.”

“I’m kidding,” with a kiss on the back of your hand, he moves past you to put the cutting board on the kitchen island, “I missed dinner and couldn’t sleep either so…”

“You wanna cook dinner? Now?” you ask him, rounding the island to stand close to him, “You are crazy!”

“I’m hungry,” he groans, shaking his head as he moves to another cabinet and pulls out a pot to fill it with water.

“What is up with you Targaryens being hungry at such an hour?” You lean on the counter, watching him put the full pot on the stove, taking your time to look at him from head to toe.

He is wearing a loose black T-shirt, with gray sweatpants that stay low on his hip bones. His silver hair is clipped and his glasses are on the bridge of his nose — he looks so cozy and welcoming, and he most certainly glides across the room so effortlessly, pulling out different ingredients to chop.

“What did Hel want anyway?” He asks, pulling out an onion and placing it on the cutting board next to you, leaning just like you with his hips on the counter.

“How did you know she wanted something?” You ask, crossing your arms.

“I doubt you’d come and snoop around for Aegon.”

“Why not?” You raise an eyebrow at him, taking a step closer to him, “Maybe I was in his room, what then—“

“No,” he whispers, putting the knife down before he puts one hand on each side of your hips, the heel of his palm on the dip between where your thighs meet your hips and his fingers against the kitchen island — not gripping you fully, but enough to make you tremble slightly, especially with the way he looks at you, so raw and playful, “you wouldn’t allow him to make a single flirty comment, and you want me to believe that you just left his room?”

“What if I have changed my mind?” You look up at him through your lashes, voice barely above whispering, “Maybe I have fallen for his Targaryen charm?”

“The only Targaryen charm you’ll fall for is—”

“Babeee!” suddenly Helaena’s hushed whisper echoes in the kitchen

Your eyes widen and in the blink of an eye, you push Aemond away and move to the cabinet Helaena told you about earlier, trying to make yourself look busy while Aemond puts his palms on top of the island, leaning down a bit as he sighs, his face forming into a deep scowl as he watches his sister tiptoe into the kitchen.

“Oh, hey, Aemy,” she waves at him, finally finding you crouched down next to the cabinet, “What’s taking you so long?”

“I couldn’t find the cabinet—” “It’s the one you are sitting in front of,” she says, smiling as she looks at her brother reaching for the knife, “and what are you doing here?”

“I was hungry,” he mutters, slicing the onion in half, “What do you want?”

“My promised gummy bears and a glass of water,” she shrugs and walks to grab her glass and you take the chance to stand up with her snack, standing side by side with Aemond, both of you following Helaena’s movements as she hums happily and fills her glass with water.

You glance at Aemond, catching him already looking at you with an unreadable expression that makes the hair on the back of your neck rise. Averting your eyes quickly, you watch Hel making her way to you before she gives you a quick hug.

“I’m going to bed, we will finish them another day.” “Sure, love,” you smile, “I’ll go to bed in a few minutes too, goodnight!”

“Goodnight,” Aemond says quietly, moving towards the boiling water on the stove before he drops uncooked spaghetti in it and walks back to the cutting board.

“What are you cooking?” 

“Penne alla vodka,” he replies, smirking when you roll your eyes at him.

“Of course, typical classy Aemond,” you say, groaning a bit because of how tired you are, “your sister is a menace for keeping me up so long. I can’t even stand on my feet!”

“Then you don’t have to stand,” he says casually, wiping his hands with the cloth hanging from the waistband of his sweats. He moves closer to you, backing you up against the kitchen island with a teasing look in his good eye, his hands coming up to grip your waist and before you know it, he picks you up effortlessly and sits you on the island, his fingers digging into your flesh.

You swallow, bracing yourself by your hands on his chest as you look at Aemond, finding him standing closer to you between your legs, his eye focusing solely on your face — how your lips part with a quiet gasp falling from them, how your pupils are blown with something he can’t read quite well. 

You are a vision to behold.

He leans closer, his face mere inches away from yours, his hot breath fanning against your face. You inhale sharply when he cranes his neck and his nose bumps into yours, his hooded eye hazy as he stares at you.

His grip tightens on your waist, and you feel his fingers caressing your back and the side of your tummy slowly, almost shyly, but with his lips only one breath, you know there is no shyness left within him, only determination.

As soon as he wants to lean down and capture your lips in a breathtaking kiss, the pasta in the oven is long overcooked and the boiling water pours out, making a loud hissing sound that makes Aemond break apart from you.

“Shit,” he groans, the warmth of his hand gone from your waist as he jogs to the stove and lifts the pot to empty the remaining water of the pasta, cursing himself in his head with how careless he acted — not only he nearly ruined your friendship but also his late dinner will taste like an uncooked dough.

“I-I think I should go to bed,” you stutter, jumping down from the island, smiling awkwardly at him, “goodnight.”

“Yeah, goodnight,” he watches you leave in a hurry, running a hand down his face — mindful of his glasses — he sighs loudly, “What the fuck was I thinking?”

If only he knew the answer to this.

“Okay kids, listen up!” Aegon claps his hands, stepping on top of the huge table in the guest wing’s living room, trying his best to give the four of you — six if you count Criston and Alicent — a very very pointed, dramatic and serious look, “tonight, we will drink!”

He points at Daeron and Aemond who are each holding two bottles of whatever drinks, or poison to put it better, Aegon has chosen to feed you tonight.

“Tonight, we will dance!” He points at Helaena who rolls her eyes and presses play on her phone so the music blasts through the amplifiers around the house but quickly pauses it so Aegon can talk.

“Annnnndddd!” He jumps down, striding towards you with a mischievous glint in his blue eyes. He grabs you by your waist, twirls you around suddenly, and dips you down on his arm before he leans down, “We will have fun!” He leans to kiss you, but you put your palm on his face and push him away roughly, laughing out loud with him when you make a gagging sound.

“Get away from me you moron!”

“I’m sure my kisses would make you feel much better—”

“I rather die than have your tongue down my throat,” you stand behind Aemond, and when Aegon sees how hard his brother is glaring at him, he whistles and wiggles his eyebrows at the two of you — Aemond blushes horribly and you only give a tight-lipped awkward smile.

“Alright!” Alicent says, walking towards the table Aegon was standing up to fix the tablecloth, “I know you’ll take care of everything, but—” she looks at Aegon, “no drugs,” she then turns to Daeron and Helaena, “No sneaking out of the house,” then she looks at Aemond, “no goddamn books!” “I don’t even read that much,” Aemond sighs, putting the vanilla vodka bottles on the table before he crosses his arms, “I haven’t had the time to read even one book.” “I don’t care, Aemond. No books, no workshop, no merging with the darkness and sulking in a corner of this house. Okay?”

“Yes, Mum, I get it,” he agrees, turning around to glance at you, only for you to give him an encouraging smile.

“Now that we’re all settled,” Aegon reaches and throws his arm around Alicent’s shoulder, “take out dinner, obviously—”

“What do you mean ‘take out’? I didn’t hire a chef for you to say you’ll get our guests nasty food,” Alicent frees herself from Aegon, giving him one last look before she moves with Cole on toe towards the exit, “Also, the catering will be here soon, if you wanna help, you’ll need to wait a bit for them.” “Did you hear that?” Aegon asks, eyes wide and a very large grin finds its way on his face.

“Billionaires have such a hard life, I pity you guys,” You say sarcastically, “what’s up with these faces? You don’t like having a private chef?”

“Babe,” Helaena comes and grabs your hand, “This means Mum really wants us to party! She only gets this generous when she wants us to have fun.” “A private chef is a pretty great thing,” Aemond shrugs, grabbing yet another two bottles of vanilla vodka with a grimace on his face and putting them down next to the other two.

“No shit Sherlock! Of course, it’s amazing! Who wouldn’t want a fresh plate of ribs in the middle of a partially illegal party?” he chuckles at you, nodding at the catering that finally arrived, putting his warm palm on your waist.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I am always in charge of dinner because these three,” he points at his siblings, “get absolutely hammered and won’t be able to order takeout.”

“I knew Helaena would get drunk if she set her mind to it but Daeron?” you ask leaning closer to his side, looking up at him, and occasionally glancing at the other three siblings who are helping the catering staff with the food and drinks.

“He is a mixed… combination of all of us,” he chuckles, his nails digging into your waist as he scratches your skin under your shirt gently, lit the fire of the memory of a few hours ago you shared, “He doesn’t drink much but when he does… well, rest assured he gets as bad and loud as Aegon.”

“I’ve been here countless times but never seen him acting like an idiot,” you laugh, walking to grab the closest tray to help with the setting. Aemond does the same and follows you around the room quietly, making small talk with you until everything is set and ready for the party.

You and him walk forward, and for the first time he doesn’t guide you with his hand on your back, and you see how he is pondering hard about something.

“He wanted to really kiss you,” he whispers for only you to hear. You stop and a soft yet confused expression overtakes your face as you look at him, waiting for him to continue.

“What?” “Aegon,” he says, “he likes you, maybe he would have gotten away with it if you let him kiss you.”

“Aemond, don’t be ridiculous,” you grab his wrist gently, forcing him to stop, “I said it once, I’ll say it again; I don’t like Aegon romantically, and I would rather die than let him get close to my face.”

He doesn’t look too convinced, so with one glance at your back to see where your best friend and the rest of her siblings are, you hold his other hand in yours as well, “Besides, I would rather kiss another Targ—” “Go find some clothes, kids! It’s a white party!” Aegon announces, and Helaena suddenly appears out of nowhere and wraps her arms around you, making you let go of Aemond’s hands immediately.

“Come on, babe! Let’s go get ready!” you don’t have time to finish your sentence so with one last look at Aemond, you leave with Hel towards your rooms to get ready.

Aemond pulls shirt after shirt out of his closet, all of them are either black or dark green and those who are colorful are blue. Nothing. He can’t find anything to wear and it has started to annoy him.

He sits on the edge of his bed, his hair unruly and in need of a good brush but that can wait. His outfit on the other hand can’t, and the fact that Aegon’s guests will arrive in a few minutes is driving him crazy. 

With a loud annoyed groan, he stands up and moves toward his hung clothes, searching through them, but again, all he can find is a pair of white sneakers that thankfully will go with any outfit he chooses.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair as he tries to think of any Shirts or pants he can find, but he is interrupted by a knock on his door.

“Hey,” you open the door a bit, smiling at him before slipping inside, but before you can stop yourself, your eyes roam over his topless figure leaning over the closet with his sweat hanging low on his hips.

Aemond is even worse than you; seeing you in a white sundress with sheer sleeves that hung low on your shoulders and the dress reaching your mid-thighs… he is speechless. His eye roams over your figure slowly, taking in the sight of you.

He can see how you get shy all of a sudden, caressing your arm as he literally looks you up and down.

“How do I look?” you ask, twirling to show the back of the dress as well.

“Wow,” breathtaking, gorgeous, mindblowing, earth-shattering, “Beautiful,” you make his heart nearly leap out of his chest, his cheeks turning pink as he gazes at you like a teen boy experiencing his first high school crush.

“Thank you!” you smile, rocking on your feet, “Why aren’t you dressed?”

“Well,” he clears his throat, “I couldn’t find anything.”

“Bullshit!”

“Excuse me?” he asks hesitantly, watching you curiously as you make your way to his wardrobe, standing in front of him to search within his clothes yourself.

“You wore those white shorts to the winery, hmmm, let me see—” You pull out a white shirt with baggy pants, both enough to make him much taller than he is, but he has to agree that the simplicity might actually look great, “here you go! But let me brush your hair first!”

You sit him down on the bed, crawling behind him with a brush and a hair tie you found on his vanity desk before you start slowly combing through his soft hair, detangling and making it look more presentable. 

He relaxes under your touch and lets you pull the front of his hair back and tie it so his face is shown more. He sighs and thanks you when you’re done, and to his surprise, you grab the shirt from him, forcing him to stand up to help him put it on, leaving the first few buttons undone before you do the rest slowly.

“Were you jealous?” You ask, letting your fingers brush over his pale chest, “When you saw Aegon wanted to kiss me?”

He swallows but as soon as you are done he pulls away and holds the pants up, signaling for you to leave so he can change, and you do but wait for him outside until he is ready.

“Maybe,” he says as you loop your arm through his, both of you walking toward the guest wing. You can already hear the blasting hip hop song Aegon is playing, the sounds of screaming and singing already filling the entire mansion.

“Really?” You ask quietly, letting go of his hand as soon as you reach the door, finding a few of Aegon’s friends around.

“I don’t know, I said maybe,” he moves away from you with one last smirk and enters the party. The smell of alcohol, cigarette, and smoke fills his lungs, and soon spots Daeron and Aegon mixing cocktails and handing them to the guests. Helaena is busy talking to an old friend of his, Cregan Stark, and she is all blushy and giggly while she sips on her drink — he makes a mental note to check up on her regularly.

“Here is our boyyyy!” One of Aegon’s friends screams and throws his arm around Aemond’s shoulders, shaking him as everyone erupts in joy and laughter, a shot of whiskey is thrusted into his hands and everyone is suddenly encouraging him to drown the drink in one go.

“Come on, Aemy! Don’t be a fucking pussy!” Aegon screams over the music, and with one final sigh, he brings the glass to his lips and empties the drink down his throat, making everyone around him scream and clap him on the back before they start shouting for another shot, which Daeron pours for him and as the first one, he drowns it again.

“That’s my fucking brother!” Aegon suddenly jumps onto an empty table, completely topless with two bottles of vodka in his hands as he screams and cheers for Aemond while holding the bottles up.

“He is so fucking insane!” Daeron shakes his head when Aegon starts rolling his hips to the music, his silver hair covered in sweat and possibly alcohol as he flexes his abs and chest for the girls.

“He is disgusting,” Aemond sighs, watching amusedly as Aegon jumps down and wraps his arms around two girls, moving to dance with them while their hands wander all over his body.

Aemond looks around and finds you and Helaena on the dance floor, clearly drunk out of your mind with how you are laughing and moving around. He drowns the rest of his drink before he sneaks out of the party, moving outside toward his workshop to clear his head, but before that, he goes back to the main building and grabs a bottle of water to sober up.

He finds Vhagar already waiting for him at the entrance, wiggling her tail when she notices Aemond. He crouches down to pet her softly, scratching behind her ears and kissing her furs before he stands up and moves to the backyard, his old lady following him quickly.

On their way to the workshop, they find Aegon and the two girls sneaking upstairs, making out with one while the other caresses his skin. Aemond rolls his eye in disgust as he moves past them, finding a pair of heels on the ground as she enters the small wood attached to their yard after where the Weirwood tree is.

He walks further inside the woods, following the path he once walked with you which leads to his workshop, Vhagar happily accompanies him there, even jogging and running past him numerous times to show her enthusiasm — she just loves being around him.

He notices a shadow in the workshop, moving around clumsily as it touches and picks different things up. He thinks it might be one of Aegon’s dumbass friends, wandering around their house drunk and exhausted. But how did someone, anyone find the key to unlock the door?

He opens the door, catching you of all the people snooping around his stuff, smiling when you find a pretty seven-pointed star keychain with Alicent’s name carved under it — he remembers when he made that. He was only seventeen, and he had moved past that amateur phase and got a grip on the woodwork and different types of it. What better way to celebrate his Mum’s birthday than gifting her something he made from scratch?

“Hey you,” he says slowly, not wanting to frighten you like he did this morning, “And what are you exactly doing here?”

“Look who’s here,” you turn around opening your arms, burping as you talk, showing how good Aegon’s cocktail must have been to get you this giddy, “sorry, Little nerd! I saw this really really pretty place and couldn’t help myself! Isn’t it strange that no one uses here? Urgh, what I would do to stay here.”

“Alright, darling, don’t pout,” he slowly reaches to grab your arm so you don’t trip over anything and fall down, “How did you get in here?”

“Did you just—” you gasp, letting him pull you to his side, “did you just call me darling?”

“Yes, I did,” he nods, keeping you secure on your feet before he offers you the water bottle, urging you to drink from it, “have this, clearly you need it more than I do.”

“What a gentleman! Thank you,” you say, taking a large sip after he helps you open the bottle, the cold water makes you feel slightly better so you drink the rest too, not sobering up completely but enough to remember where you are and who you are with and more importantly remember what you are doing.

“So, how did you get in here?” Aemond asks again, taking the empty bottle from you before tossing it for Vhagar, who happily claws at the plastic, jumping on it before she takes it outside to bury it somewhere — which Aemond would need to find later.

“Found a spare key under that vase,” you pointed at the vase outside his door on the floor, “You are not as slick as you think, Aemond, calling me darling and everything.”

“Do you want me to stop calling you that?” he asks playfully, watching you bite your lips in response, shaking your head slightly, “then I guess I won’t.”

You look around the workshop and find a wooden pallet with half a portrait carved on it. The lines are oddly familiar, a woman perhaps because of the details put in the jaw, and the hair looks so delicate and soft.

“Wow, Aemond…” You free yourself from his arms and move to take a closer look at the half-done wooden portrait, “Did you make this?”

“Yes…” he answers, rubbing the back of his neck in shame or perhaps anxiousness, because what if you recognize who the person is? All of his efforts will be in vain. What will you think of him? A boy with nothing better than observing women? A pervert?

“This is fascinating!” you keep looking at the wooden pallet but something catches your eye; a printed black and white picture of the person’s portrait, but before you can reach for it, Aemond grabs your forearm and pulls you away roughly.

You gasp as he pulls you between him and the desk the portrait and all of his stuff are on. His breathing is frantic, and his long fingers hold your forearm tight enough not to hurt you.

You look up at him, lips parted, a scene too familiar — this morning, so close to each other, one mingling breath away yet too far — but there is a fire burning within him, a newfound determination that makes his heart beat faster and his hands shake.

He is not a weak mean, quite the contrary, but when he looks down at you, catching how your gaze falls on his lips… he is no better than any other man.

He leans down a little, the sounds of the outside world fading away as he moves his face closer, and he notices how you slowly twist your arm out of his grasp, only to move them toward his chest, and he takes the sign and reaches to hold you by your waist, his nose bumping into yours as the distance between you decreases

You smell so sweet, like strawberry on a whipped cream once Aegon fed him when he was feeling down. It’s sweet but not too much to have him run away, to shy away from such a delicious taste. Will your lips taste the same if he musters the courage to just move down a bit and finds it by himself?

“Aemond…” One whisper of his name is all it takes for his restraint to shatter into a million pieces, and finally, finally, he leans down enough to capture your lips in a quick kiss. Both of you waiting for waited breath to see who will lean in, give in, and take what they want

Both, you both lean in, meeting each other halfway as your lips meet in a chaste messy kiss.

You taste so sweet just as he thought, but not just a strawberry tooth rooting sweet, no. you taste like a fresh cold morning breeze on a summer day, you feel like a cold shower after an exhausting day — so refreshing, so… so much like home. As if he has only found the solace he has been seeking with Alys for so long but something has always been amiss, but with you… oh, one kiss is enough for him to know how wrong he was.

You tangle your fingers through his hair, and he takes the chance to sit you on the desk, but by doing so, he knocks a little vase on the ground, and you freeze.

You pull away from the kiss, muttering his name but he doesn’t let you say anything before he seals his lips to yours in an endearing kiss. But you push him away by putting your hands on his chest, making enough room for you to talk.

“Aemond, we can’t—” “What do you mean we can’t?” He asks, panicking a little but you manage to ease his mind with a quick kiss, “What do you mean, darling?” He asks again, voice barely above whispering.

“I don’t want to be your rebound…” you pull him down enough so his forehead rests on yours, “I don’t want to be the person who you fuck just after you’ve been dumped.”

“You’re… you’re not that, you will never be that! Alys—“

“Alys… you’re still not over her, Little nerd,” you caress his cheek lovingly, pressing a gentle kiss on the apple of his cheek before you push him away and put a great distance between the two of you, and with teasr in your eyes you say one last sentence and leave.

“You still love Alys.”

[kumimi3]

❪ LOOKISM BOYS<33 ❫ ❮ little sweetheart (child!reader) ⟡ ↳ platonic!Harem (workers version)

- Who knew a young child is involved in such a criminal association such as the workers? Who knew the young sweetheart has captured many of the workers hearts’ as well?

- Your presence was sudden, having been introduce by none other than Charles Choi, giving everyone a brief notice that you are welcomed by the elite CEO himself, that must mean something. You’re special.

- You play such big parts in the worker’s plans despite being young(around 13-14 yrs old), earning Eugene’s approval, praising you for your logical intelligence as he pats your head in soft caresses

- Yuseong, his younger twin, has taken a liking to you as well, offering to let you play with his toys whenever you visit the company--Which happens ever so often, but nobody complained, in fact, they preferred your presence over anything else

- It didn’t matter that you were childish, it was a part of growing after all, a reason why Eugene lets you run rampant inside his company like it’s a playground. Eugene creates rules for safety measure, but other then that, he gave you the privilege to do anything, even going as far as to enter the room when there’s a meeting.

- Samuel acts ever so stoic and dull on you, scolds and huffs at you like a tired father, yet he hopes you know that he only means well. He takes pleasure in being your bodyguard, pretending to act as if it’s nothing when he hears your arrival, yet he is always at the entrance, eager to meet your doe eyes as you open your arms to hug him, to which he complies

- He has taken you to rides before, often being assigned to take you to the private and luxurious school Charles Choi has transferred you in, but he didn’t mind it, even when he clicks his tongue in feigned annoyance, yet he still assists you, even going as far as to show off in his 100 million car. He has grown to like you alot, to the point he lets you play around in his cars

- “Oi! You scratched the new leather seats I got.” “I’m sorry Sir Samuel, I didn’t mean to!” “... It’s fine, just keep still next time, brat.” If it were someone else, they would’ve been 6 ft under.

- Neko gushed at your cuteness, ignorant of the fact that a young teen managed to enter the private area filled with blood and gore--She definitely hides you from the treacherous games, but yet she wanted you to stay.

Ryuhei Kuroda kept pinching your cheeks and teasing you for your height since the day you came, thinking of you as the child of him and Neko, such childish dreams, but he made it obvious all the time

“Yah, Neko~ Our baby Y/n is here!” “Want your papa to buy you a toy or something? Oh, right…. Yeah, I’m your papa!"

Now gun and goo, even with a child, they are still so careless

Goo screams your name from a mile away throughout the entire building, opening his arms wide as he runs towards you, holding you up in the air as he twirls the both of you around

Being given mission by Charles Choi, the infamous pair are always there by your side, protecting you from any harm as you complete your quests for the workers affiliates

Gun, as with his calm demeanor, it’s relaxing to be with him, receiving soft pats and short praises from him many times, not to mention his liking towards carrying you

Whenever you’re with him, he doesn’t waste no time to hold you with one arm and resumes to his schemes, he may be quiet but he’s really great with the littlest of details

You don’t like pickles on your burger? He’ll get rid of it before you can even see it. You gushed about a pair of toys 2 week ago? It’s inside your bedroom now. You only like a certain color in a pack of gummy bears? He’ll pick them himself so you wouldn’t have to &lt;3

Goo is vocal with his wants, always whining that you should call him “Big brother/Oppa” instead of ‘sir’! Spends millions on you, from the headband on your head, to the custom made designer shoes you wear for school.

He’s a maniac, he’s a psycho, but he just couldn’t help but feel at ease with you, for once he’s not meeting new members just as a nutcase like him, you were a breath of fresh air for him

They all protect your innocence from the illegal work they do, they’ll protect you from being ruined, not matter what, you’re their little baby after all &lt;3

Little do they know you’re just as deranged as them lol

[heartfullofleeches]

Candy yans my beloved... just in time for Halloween too 🎃👻🍬

How would your candy/dessert yans feel about the holiday? Would any of them celebrate? And who wouldn't mind reader taking a little nibble out of them as part of the celebration? 👀😋

A list from most willing to let you take a bite to least/which have the most holiday spirit.

CW: Candy Cannibalism/Gore (Don't worry they all grow back with sugar or other ingredients used to make them)

Sucrose [Taffy]

A pure delight to spend the holiday with you! It's the biggest time of the year in their candy store next to Christmas and Valentine's day, but nothing makes Halloween right without creating a special candy feast for theirs truly. He'll throw in a few treats off the shelves, but he'd be making a fool of himself if that was all.

A special someone deserves a special treat. Like a Taffy heart bumping syrupy sweetness all for you

Nurse M [Candy Blood Vampire]

Speaking of feasts, this nurse has his fill and more on this day. Between candy bowls left on porches and humans walking along at night, he'll be will fed until new years. All terrific as all of that is, Nurse wouldn't mind you taking a drink from them instead. There's nothing sweeter than the feel of your lips against him.

Cornelius [Candy Corn]

You want to spend the holiday with them? And it's not a prank? It must be a miracle... The only thing that would make the night absolutely perfect is you taking a bite or two out of them. He'll make the most extravagant sculptures and candles to decorate your home with. Forgive them if they cry, but perhaps you could use her tears to make another treat?

Mocha [Chocolate]

Romantic~ Snuggling up together as the night grows old, passing out treats to whomever knocks on your front door. Their specific brand of chocolate is only for adults though, and there's only one person they want to share it with. As the knocks grow less frequent, you can unwind by nibbling on them to your heart's content. Mocha can be a little... squeamish when your teeth make contact with their skin however.

Jolie [Cotton Candy Clown]

A day where humans dress up and eat tons of candy? Where's the petition to make halloween year around? It makes her a little sad to see the negative rep clowns tend to get in horror, but how can she be worried about that when she has you to cheer her up and entertain? Each time you successfully pass out a piece of candy to someone she'll pop a piece of her hair into your mouth so everyone gets something sweet-

Kreme [Donut]

One best thing ever created after powdered sugar- Kreme has been polishing their skills with human clothing all year to create the Halloween costume of your dreams. They'd love to show you off to everyone - after they figure out their own costume. Do you think they'd look better in purple or orange frosting?

Lollie [Lollipop]

Take her to the nearest haunted house and her life is yours- Just try to make sure she doesn't get into any fights when someone scares you. It's probably best if you don't bite her, but she wouldn't mind a lick or two as long as she can return the favor.

Gumi [Gummy Bear]

This is....nice. Everyone's dressed up, nobody will think he's a freak. Maybe you and him could go outside for a little while? He'd like to look at all the decorations put up by others, and the way you look in the moonlight. If you want to eat a piece of him that's okay too if he can hold your hand

Fluffi [Angel Food Cake]

What a fun holiday, he wonders how long it'd take a person to tell a corpse from a prop.... He's just joking, it's still a funny thought you. Has anybody been mean to you recently? He isn't asking for any reason or something silly like hurting them. Have a slice of cake and forget everything he said :)

Izzy and Cinnabar [Ice Cream and Cinnamon Roll]

While they aren't the traditional sweets for this holiday, Izzy and Cinnabar live for the domestic bliss of celebrating such events with you. Cinnabar will sprinkle some orange dye into her frosting to be festive. Izzy would be more invested in capturing every second of every moment you all have together on his camera.

Chip [Cookie Dough]

Would you prefer cookies with white chocolate chips or the regular milk chocolate? Chip isn't a huge fan of Halloween itself, but he will take any opportunity to bake for you. He'll even go the extra mile by using cookie cutters of pumpkins and bats.

Marlow [Marshmallow]

Wake them up when it's time to pass around the presents! Oh? That's a different holiday? They hope you'll still accept their gifts regardless- Shakes off that sleepy spell to make marshmallow centered desserts fit for the holiday. Why go outside when you can lay in bed with them and watch cartoons?

Marina [Bubblegum]

Halloween's fun and all, but it's even better if you're easy to scare. You can hold his hand if you're afraid. Chew on his fingers or tongue if you're really frightened.

Malik [Sour Belt]

You think they want to hang out with you on Halloween? Relaxing together and watching horror movies- Holding you closer during a climatic scene, kissing you as the credits roll? Well they don't, so don't ask. It's not like they'd tell you if you did anyway.

Lockjaw [Jawbreaker]

Doesn't really get Halloween since humans eat candy year round, but has fun doing whatever you ask her to - especially if you need to climb on her shoulders to hang up decorations. Will also deck someone if they scare you, but is a bit more apologetic about it if not annoyed. She could've easily killed someone being the overprotective person she is.

Richie [Devil Food Cake]

Isn't entirely comfortable with a holiday aimed around eating sweets, but will suck it up for you and his other partner [Fluffi]. If you baked a normal cake he'd have a ball decorating it for you.... For some strange reason he feels almost jealous when you lick the frosting from your fork.

[tinylilacbun]

i have a thought that tasm!peter would love to read bedtime stories and doing ALL the voices for little!reader right?! especially after his spidey duties to make sure his little always sleeps happy.

Oh you bet for sure he's the best story teller to exist!

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He often even prefers of telling you what happened on his duties, keeping it appropriate for your headspace of course, acting everything out and doing these funny voices that had you giggling into your spider-man plushie.

Just like now, he had just gotten back from his spidey duties just in time for your bedtime, still in his suit and mask while telling you a story.

"He was like 'Gimme all your gummy bears now!' and then I showed up behind him tapping his shoulder saying 'excuse me, I don't think that's a way to talk to a lady' and when he started shooting with his water gun at me I webbed him against the light pole. Like this-" he grabbed one of your squishmellows, using one of his webs to make it stick on your headboard above your head.

"And then?" You ask sitting up again, now more curious than sleepy.

Peter then makes a somersault onto your bed, sitting by your feet like this:

"Then he started saying many bad words and you know how much daddy hates them so I had to web his mouth as well." He shoots another web at your squishmellow so it looks like it has a muzzle.

"He gots time out?"

"Oh yeah. He certainly does now." He says smiling and takes off his mask before crawling closer to you. He places his hand right on your face "And this-" he pushes you back into a lying position. "Goes right here. Time to sleep now, bug."

"One more stowy pwease!" You pout at him.

"How about some cuddles instead?" He suggests, chuckling at the way you try to hide your yawn behind your plushie.

"Otay..." You mumble rubbing your tired eyes, then make a grabby hand for him.

Luckily his suit wasn't dirty at all today, so he could instantly lay down beside you, wrapping his arms around you to pull you on top of him.

He kisses the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment. "Sweet dreams."

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[idanceuntilidie]

Let me take care of you.

male yandere x male reader tw: yandere behaviour, kidnapping, dismembering.

Requests are open

You liked to stay home; partying was not really your thing.    Yet you couldn’t tell your friend you won’t be coming to their birthday party. With a big dramatic sigh, you agreed. They were jumping around from happines, which made you chuckle lightly.  You didn’t like parties, but you liked seeing your friends happy.   

So that’s how you got here, head buzzing from the alcohol.  You were with somebody, you think, hard to tell since your eyesight was not really the best at the moment. He patted your back and occasionally drank something; you are impressed that no matter how much he drank he, stayed still stayed sober.  He looked like a neon green bear, oh shit you were talking with a bear?   Holy shit neon bears exist? 

You saw him laugh, maybe just maybe you said that out loud. 

He reassured you: he was not a bear, and to prove their point they took their hood off.     Man, not a neon bear, you groaned disappointed. He smiled apologetically.  You took another sip of your drink, and then,   well then everything went black. 

When Gummy saw you black out, he knew the second part of his plan. 

They dragged your unconscious body to their car and just drove away, they were lucky no one really asked questions. he was giddy with excitement.  At first you were in different to them, but when you two talked.  Boy was he smitten. 

After his last relationship he was so heart broken, they didn’t understand his love. When you two talked Gummy knew, you were the one, you understood didn’t you?  There was no time like the present, and the fact you were such a light weight made things so easy.  Thanks to his last, victim, he had a perfect room for you, and when you two get to know each other even more. Gummy will decorate it to your liking, or you both will sleep in his room. 

The simple thought of this made him smile and feel warm.  You two will have so much fun, but first things first he needs to make sure his new boyfriend won’t decide to run away. 

Your head hurt. 

You shouldn't have drunk that much yesterday. You can’t believe you are such a lightweight. The pain pulsated through your skull, it made you groan and squeeze your eyes shut tightly, hoping you will at least relieve some of the pain. You wanted to rub your eyes only to realize you can’t. A heavy feeling settled itself in the pint of your stomach. You aren’t tied up; you can’t feel it. 

The key words are you can’t feel it. 

You looked down only to see you can’t see them.  The same thing happened to your legs.   You felt sick, this has to be a dream.  Why are your legs and arms gone? 

A small familiar chuckle was heard from behind you, you looked behind you to see the guy you met yesterday. He was swinging his feet and smiling.    “Oh you are awake, sorry I just couldn’t get enough of you, so I decided to watch you sleep.”  He giggled     “W-What did you do?” your voice was hoarse, eyes watering.    “Oooh right, I was scared you might try to run away and so I decided to make you stay.”    He got up and crouched in front of you,    “Won’t you let me take care of you? It’s not like you can do much now.”  He brought up his hands to cup your face.  Here is a small doodle of Gummy.

[yangtaros]

nct dream 00 line + mark reaction to you kissing them to shut them up

mark

so mark was in the kitchen making breakfast, or trying to

things were going okay until he smelt something

“oh no!” he totally forgot about the pancake on the stove

one side was totally burned and he ran out of pancake mix so he decided to cut the burnt pieces off

he’s trying to be a thoughtful boyfriend and make you breakfast in bed but realized he took on more than he can handle

“mark what’s that smell” you came into the kitchen looking at the messy counters and the burnt pancake

“mark what are you doing”

“well i was trying to make you breakfast. you usually do it but i thought i could try it out this time and i still have to cook the eggs-”

you cut him off with a sweet kiss on his lips and took the spatula from his hand

“i got it from here. thank you though”

renjun

renjun was your partner for your school project as well as your fairly new crush

this was neither of you guys strong suit so you definitely had some issues with coming up with a good project for your grade

renjun was getting a bit anxious over this knowing that he really wanted to do well on the project

“do you want something to drink?”

“um sure thanks can i have water?”

“at your service” you get up

things were a bit awkward as you’ve never had a boy that wasn’t a family member or family friend in your house before

you came back with two bottles of water and sat down next to him, you looked in his eyes, you could tell he was stressed.

“we’ll figure out something soon don’t worry”

“don’t worry? y/n this is 20% of our grade if we don’t have a solid idea by today we’re gonna be behind and i have to do well because-”

you pecked the corner of his mouth and shocked your own self when you realized what you did

“sorry”

renjun didn’t say anything else but instead hopped to his feet

“that just gave me an idea”

him being kissed by you somehow created the entire gist of your project

jeno

everyone in class knew jeno had a crush on you

including you

everything was painfully obvious

there was a rumor going around that he was going to ask you out today

once class ended jeno walked up to you

“y/n can we meet during lunch”

you nodded and walked to your next class

once lunchtime came you waited for jeno

“hi y/n” he jogged up to you, or so he thinks, it was more like running

“hi jeno”

you were smiling so much waiting for his question, little did you know it would take a while to get to the question

jeno went from a conversation about dogs to gummy bears to homework just babbling for a long time

“it was so hard but i think i did well what about you? you know you’re very smart i find that really cool how great you are at school you know i really find you cool in general um”

he was almost there but he panicked

“so what did you think about the lesson in math i was kind of confused but i think i got it after-”

you leaned in to meet his lips

he was shocked at first but then started to kiss you back

“you’re good at stalling”

you pulled back

“sorry i was nervous”

haechan

“yyyyyyy/nnnnnnn”

“what”

“can we please get something to eat i’m hungryyyyyyy”

“i need to finish my paper go yourself”

“nooooooo”

haechan was a very whiny boyfriend, but today it was extreme.

“pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee”

“haechan please leave me alone”

haechan gently grabbed your face and put it towards him

“y/n, i’m hungry!”

he let out a whine but was quickly silenced when you kissed him

“you” *peck* “are” *peck* “not” *peck * “five” *peck* “go fix something yourself

haechan rolled his eyes but then started to whine over something new, your kisses

jaemin

jaemin was your dance partner

you’ve known each other since you met at dance class in middle school

you guys are now in highschool and are hip hop dancers

“so do we turn then pop on 3 or do we turn pause and then pop on 4?”

“turn pause pop 4”

“okay”

you do the move infront of him to make sure your correct and he nods before moving on

the next part of the dance you two are facing each other, which is the stance you both are in now

“i really think we’re gonna win this competition jaemin, this is a great piece”

jaemin smiles

“plus you choreographed it and everyone knows you’re amazing at that”

“amazing? i’m not sure about amazing, getting there maybe but amazing? there’s much better people that”

you peck his lips, “stop doubting yourself”

jaemin froze and didn’t know what to do. he giggled lightly

“can you do that again?”

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[heavyhitterheaux]

I'll Be Home For Christmas

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

Synopsis: It’s your first Christmas in Atlanta after moving back with Jack, and you become upset when Jack tells you that it'll be a white Christmas that'll be spent in Atlanta and not in Louisville

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: @hoodharlow 💖

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I'll be home for Christmas, If only in my dreams

The clock had struck 9 at night as you had finished packing your suitcase, ultimately having to sit on it to get it to close as you started to make your way to the front door of the apartment that you shared with your husband and best friend.

This was your first holiday season in Atlanta, and you and Jack quickly decided that the both of you wanted to go home to Louisville to be with both of your families and decided to drive on the 22nd of December. Although you did still have family in Atlanta, you wanted to be with your parents and sister.

Urban had left two days earlier since Jack had a few things to finish up and instead of having to wait for the two of you, Jack just told him to go and that the two of you would meet him there.

You were halfway to the front door as Jack was watching the news and the weather segment was on and it looked to you that he was deep in thought. He turned around once he heard you and simply sighed.

“Um, babe?”

“Yes? Are you done packing? We have to stop for snacks too. I definitely need gummy bears.”

“Princess, I don't think we're going anywhere any time soon.”

This stopped you in your tracks as you looked up at him with confusion written across your face.

“Boo bear, what are you talking about?”

“It's supposed to be a bad snowstorm the time that we're supposed to leave and they said driving isn't a smart idea.” Jack quietly muttered and he could see your heart breaking in front of him.

“With how much snow they're calling for, there is no possible way that we're going to make it to Louisville.”

“But…”

“I know, babe. But I'd rather have us be safe.” Jack said as he noticed that your eyes started to water and immediately got up from the couch to pull you into a hug.

“Well, what are we supposed to do now?” You asked as you hugged him tighter before looking up at him.

“We're going to make the best of it and start our own Christmas traditions. Just because we aren't with our families, doesn't mean we're not a family. We're a family of two, aren't we?” Jack asked while looking at you and placing a kiss on your forehead as you nodded.

“I know you're upset, but we're going to make the best out of this. We have about an hour before it starts, so why don't we go to the store and get ingredients to make cookies? We can also make your mom's cheesecake and we can decide what we actually want to eat on Christmas.” You heard him suggest and you simply nodded.

You decided that you needed to change your attitude, because you were getting to spend Christmas with your favorite person in the world.

The two of you set out to the grocery store and got the ingredients for both the cookies and cheesecake and on the way there, the two of you were trying to decide what to actually make for Christmas dinner. You wanted to go the traditional route with what your mom would usually make, while Jack said that he would be satisfied with just having pizza which instantly made you roll your eyes.

The two of you compromised and decided to make homemade pizza on Christmas Eve along with the cookies while saving the more traditional dinner for Christmas day along with the cheesecake. 

Later that night once you knew Jack was asleep, you sent a quick text to your mom as well as Maggie so that they would know not to expect either of you and also mentioned that as soon as you and Jack were able to do so, that you would make your way to Louisville, hopefully before the new year set in.

You were currently in front of the Christmas tree in the living room, wrapping presents for Jack and A Christmas Story was playing in the background when you heard his footsteps.

“Stop right there, Harlow.”

“What the? Baby, why are you up? It’s two in the morning.”

“I’m wrapping your gifts. I couldn’t do it while you were sitting next to me earlier, so I had to wait until you fell asleep.” You quickly answered while placing the last piece of tape on the wrapping paper that held a new pair of New Balance 550’s for him since you knew that those were his favorite.

“Princess….”

“Yes?”

“I thought I told you not to get me anything.”

“And did you honestly think that I was going to listen? It’s our first Christmas in Atlanta. I obviously had to do something. I don’t think that I went that overboard.” You said while looking at the ten plus gifts that you had already wrapped that were sitting under the tree with Jack’s name on it.

“I…. literally everything under the tree on the left has my name on it.”

“Hmm, okay so maybe I did but seeing the look on your face will be worth it.” You replied while getting up and tightly hugging him as he leaned down to place a kiss on top of your head.

“Well, if that’s the case, you need to go to sleep so that I can wrap your gifts.”

“Can I get a sneak peek? Or a hint?”

“No, you didn’t let me get one, so why should you?”

“You didn’t even ask. Closed mouths don’t get fed.”

“Well my answer is no, so to the bedroom you go.” You knew that he wasn’t going to budge so you simply just rolled your eyes and walked into the direction of your shared bedroom.

On Christmas Eve, the two of you were in the kitchen as you were pouring the brownie batter into the pan that you decided to make at the last minute while Jack was sitting at the island and licking the spoon.

“Hmm, this tastes almost as good as you do. Almost.”

“Will you behave for five minutes?” You asked while turning towards him and rolling your eyes while trying not to laugh.

“Behave? Me? I’m always on my best behavior.”

“Never mind. You are literally the most unserious person that I know.”

“I’m serious when I have you screaming when I’m knee deep in those guts.”

“JACKMAN!”

“What?!? Did I lie?”

“Help me make this pizza that you were practically begging for and cut the shit.”

“As long as I get to have you for dessert.”

All you did was stare at him before turning around and grabbing the ingredients from the fridge.

Once Christmas morning hit, it was around 5 AM and you were already bouncing off the walls. You looked out the window to see that it had snowed even more overnight and quickly decided that the two of you would definitely be making a snowman later in the day to add to the one that you had done the night before. 

“Baby…” You said poking Jack’s cheek, but he quickly swatted your hand away.

“Five more minutes.”

“Uh no. I want for you to open your gifts and see what I got you. Move it Harlow.” You quickly responded as you pulled the comforter off of him which quickly had him open his eyes to roll them at you.

“And I thought you weren’t a morning person?” He asked as you made your way to stand in front of him.

“I’m not, but everyone is a morning person on Christmas, so come on.” You simply grabbed his hand as the two of you made your way to the living room and sat down in front of the tree and display of presents.

“Okay, open this one first.” You said while handing Jack a small box that he quickly held up to his ear and shook.

“Hmm, I already told you not to get me anything and this better not have been a lot of money.”

“Will you just stop being a grinch and open it?!”

Once Jack opened it, he was in awe at the sight before him.

It was a simple necklace that had KY hanging from it and he couldn’t help but to get the biggest smile on his face.

“That way, you have a little piece of home wherever you may go in the world.” You said as Jack then leaned over to kiss your cheek, making you smile. 

“Thank you, baby. I already know that this is my favorite gift that you have given me.”

“But, you haven’t even opened half of them yet!”

“Doesn’t matter, I know that this one takes the cake. And I need you to open this one first, I definitely think that this one would be your favorite.”

Jack had handed you a decent sized box and you couldn’t for the life of you figure out what was in it, simply because you didn’t even ask him for anything that would require a box that was this big.

Once you started ripping off the wrapping paper, you simply gasped when you saw the words Birkin written in the middle of the box.

“Jackman Thomas Harlow, no you FUCKING didn’t…..”

“Y/N Y/M/N Harlow, yes I did.”

“But….”

“You have been obsessed with them since forever and I made it up in my mind at the beginning of the year that no matter what I had to do, my wife was going to see a Birkin under the tree this year. And there will be many more to come after this one.”

“This means a lot to me, so thank you.” You told him as you placed it back inside the box and moved it to the side to get to your other presents.

“Now, what’s next?”

It was around 11 PM when both of you were cuddling on the couch with It’s A Wonderful Life was playing on the screen in front of you as the two of you were sipping on eggnog and the different desserts that you had made over the last two days. 

“How did we do for our first Christmas by ourselves?” Jack asked as he looked over at you and all you did was smile.

“I think we did good. We’re still married and the apartment is still in one piece.”

“Wait… were we not still supposed to be married?”

“Yes, Jackman. Relax. I just…. When you first told me that we weren’t going to be able to go home I was really upset, but I quickly changed my attitude because is there a better way to spend Christmas than with your favorite person in the entire world?”

“No, definitely not and I would do it all over again in a heartbeat. You’re the love of my life if you didn’t realize it by now and the only things that I want to do is love you unconditionally, provide for you, and keep you safe.”

“And I think that you’re doing an amazing job. No complaints on my end.” You said as you quickly reached over to kiss him. 

“I figured you would say that since I got you a Birkin.”

“My answer would have been the same even without the Birkin!”

“I… I’ll let it go for now.” Jack responded as he grabbed another brownie and broke it in half giving you one.

Jack didn’t even finish eating his half as he quickly jumped up, leaving you confused.

“Babe?”

“Hold on, I forgot that I had one more gift for you.” He yelled as he made his way to your bedroom down the hall. Once he came back, he placed a blue jewelry box that you recognized being from Tiffany’s in your hand and you simply eyed him.

“You have gotten me more than enough.”

“And? Open it.”

You then came face to face with the most beautiful pair of diamond earrings that you had ever seen and quickly felt your eyes start to water.

“Baby….”

“I promised you when I got signed that I would buy you a pair of diamond earrings so I figured that it was about that time. Merry Christmas Mrs. Harlow.”

“Merry Christmas to the best husband that I could ever ask for.”

"And one more thing, babe."

"Hmm?"

You looked up to see Jack hanging a mistletoe over the two of you and you quickly tackled him while placing kisses all over his face.

"This is the best Christmas ever."

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[devilat-thedoor]

What Is and What Should Never Be Ch. 1

A/N: The parts in this fic are going to be on the shorter side compared to my other one, but that allows me to get them out quicker. This first chapter is really just laying the foundation for the story. I hope you enjoy, babes! and as always, feedback is appreciated🤍 P.S. This is all fictional, straight from my imagination. Please don't take it too seriously💖

Word Count: 9k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Smut(none yet, but for future reference), Mentions of alcoholism/addiction, Mentions of death. Reader Discretion Advised.

So if you wake up with the sunrise and all your dreams are still as new // And happiness is what you need so bad, well girl, the answer lies with you

“Bell, are we really doing this?” Your grin was beaming as you twisted the key in the ignition, hearing the engine rumble. You rolled the windows down, letting the late March wind breeze through the car.

Your best friend, Bellamy, turned to you from her spot in the passenger seat, “I mean, unless you want to carry all of our stuff back into that shithole…” She jutted her thumb out the window, towards the shabby apartment building that, up until 15 minutes ago, you had called home. “Then we are absolutely doing this!” You laughed, pulling away from the curb as she hung half of her body out the car to shout a goodbye to your hometown. “We’re fucking out of here! See you later, Phil!” Bellamy had her middle fingers in the air as the wind swept through her jet black hair.

Reaching over, you grabbed her shirt to yank her back in the window, “Bellamy, the groundhog can’t hear you!” Your hand went back to the steering wheel as she settled back into her seat and kicked her feet up on the dashboard. “Don’t get too comfortable, you’re not gonna fall asleep on me 20 minutes into the drive.”

She rolled her eyes and gave you a lazy smile, “Fall asleep on you, sweet pea? Never.” She grabbed the aux cord, plugging it into her phone. “Why did we decide to drive again? We could’ve left everything to the moving company and just booked a flight… This is gonna take for-ev-er.” She flicked her sunglasses down over her eyes with a whine.

“Bell, how often are we gonna get to road trip across the country? Think of all the places we’ll get to see!” You tried to sound as positive as you could but, truth be told, you weren’t very excited about the drive either. The speakers came to life when she finally decided on a playlist, opening with House of the Rising Sun by The Animals. “Once we’re on I-80, the drive will go so fast, babe.”

She dropped her feet back to the floor, turning to face you again, “Whatever you say, Y/N.” Digging into the grocery bag full of snacks below her, she grabbed a pack of gummy bears and ripped them open, “God, I just can’t wait to be out of here and in the sun… And our new apartment?” Bellamy curled her legs up into her seat, turning to face you, “Are you okay with me taking the Master bedroom? I really want the en suite bathroom.”

You glanced over to see her pouting her lip at you, “You can have whatever room you want.” Looking back to the road, you turned the music down a bit, “If you told me I had to sleep in a tent on the balcony, I would do it.” It sounded like a joke, but you were partially serious.

“You know you’d be sharing my bed if there was no other place for you, Y/N.” She gave you a pointed look and slouched back into her seat. “We would just need a kind of ‘sock on the door’ signal, yanno?”

Craning your neck to look behind you, you slowly merged onto the interstate, “When has a signal ever worked before, Bellamy?” It was early enough in the morning that traffic was mostly clear, allowing you to set the cruise control to an even 70mph. “Remember Seth? The guy I met at sophomore year IUPatty’s? I left the shamrock beads on the doorknob and that didn’t stop you from barging into the dorm!”

She held her hands up, “In my defense, there were beads scattered through the hallway. How was I supposed to know you put them there intentionally?” Her shoulders raised in a shrug as she remembered back, “And I saved you! Your fake moans weren’t even believable, you weren’t getting off!”

You broke out into a cackle, “Oh my god, Bell! Fuck, you’re actually right.” She stuck her tongue out at you, “He was so hot, but had no rhythm at all… it was just anticlimactic. No pun intended.” You were both in a fit of laughter when your friend popped up in her seat.

“Babe, turn it up!” Bellamy yelled over the wind whipping through the windows as Rocky Mountain Way by Joe Walsh began playing. “It’s our song!”

You reached for the volume dial with a grin, cranking it up as you both started singing along. “…Out to pasture, think it’s safe to say, time to open fiiiire…” You held your closed fist to your mouth, using it as a makeshift microphone, “And we don’t need the ladies crying cause the story’s sad…” 

Holding your invisible microphone out to your friend, she sang the next few lines into it “‘Cause the rocky mountain way is better than the way we had…” The two of you went back and forth, singing loudly through your giggling. You listened as Bellamy vocalized the entire solo at the end of the song, finishing with a deep inhale to catch her breath.

The next song came on as you both settled down and you just drove in a comfortable silence for a while. You stopped for food and gas while passing through Toledo and continued on, only stopping again once you were right outside of Chicago. “I’m sick of driving, Bellamy. It’s your turn.” You whined at her as you pulled the car into a gas station.

“I’ve got maybe five or six hours in me.” She pushed her door open, grabbing her wallet from her bag to head into the gas station, “I do not want to be in the car anymore, so let’s plan on stopping in Des Moines… If traffic stays clear, we should make it by at least eleven. Midnight at the latest.” You followed her into the convenience store, listening to her lay out the plans. “When we get back in the car, look for a motel or something cheap we can stay in for tonight and then we’ll get back on the road early tomorrow.”

You both headed to the restroom to relieve yourselves before grabbing a few energy drinks and bottles of water and paying for your gas. “Sounds good, babe.” After filling the tank, you climbed into the passenger seat while your friend got behind the wheel and began browsing for a place to rest.

“Hey, Bell…” You’d been back on the road for another two hours, going back between music and podcasts, when you turned to her.

She glanced at you with a soft smile, “Yes, sweet pea?”

You were toying with your fingers in your lap, “I haven’t actually said it yet, but thank you.” She gave you a questioning look, prompting you to elaborate, “For bringing me along with you… to San Francisco. I will never be able to make this up to you.” You wanted to make sure she knew how genuinely grateful you were. All you’ve dreamed of, since you were 15, was getting out of your hometown and escaping the living hell that was your life. You thought that the day you turned 18, you’d pack up and leave to head for the west coast, get as far away as you could to avoid the chance of ending up like your mother. But after graduation and without money, your only option to get out of Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania was going to college. Bellamy made you apply to IUP with her and when you both got in, it seemed like things wouldn’t be so bad anymore. Even though the university was only about 40 minutes from your hometown, it was far enough away that you didn’t have to deal with the stress of living with your parents anymore. Your dad was always amazing. He taught you everything you knew, from how to cook to how to change your own brakes and oil. All he ever wanted was to make sure you were capable of taking care of yourself when the time came for you to be on your own and that time came a lot sooner than either of you could have anticipated.

It was your junior year in college and you were so close to getting your Bachelor’s in Anthropology. Your classes kept you busy enough that you didn’t have time for partying or getting into trouble. All of your focus went into your school work in the hopes that once you finished, you would find a great job in doing something you loved and make enough money to go wherever you wanted. But the perfect bubble you’d put yourself in popped that November when you went home for Thanksgiving break.

Your mother’s alcohol addiction wasn’t anything new to you. You would come home from middle school to find her passed out on the sofa, empty bottle littering the coffee table. Some nights she would come into your room to crawl in bed with you, crying that she wanted to be better and that she was going to try to stop drinking. You would let her hold you and cry until your dad would come in and gently walk her back to their bedroom. The smell of her vodka soaked breath is something that would surely stick with you for the rest of your life. Dad would try his hardest to hide how bad her problem really was, but you knew. It started to get worse when you got into high school. She would get drunk and belligerent, screaming and breaking things. You’d gotten accustomed to staying at Bellamy’s. Her father and yours were best friends and that’s how you and Bell ended up as close as you were. On the nights your mother was particularly bad, Bell’s dad, Mr. Cole, would get a call from your dad and within minutes, you would be climbing into the backseat of his car with your best friend to stay with her family for a couple of nights. You begged your dad to leave her, to just let her drink herself rotten and move you and him some place far away where she couldn’t affect you anymore, but he refused. Always telling you that she needed the both of you to get her through it, that she didn’t have the strength to stop drinking on her own. Part of you knew that he didn’t even believe that himself, but you looked up to him more than anybody and trusted that he knew what was best. Still, you couldn’t stand to live in the same house as her, so when you got accepted to the same college as Bellamy, it was like life was finally giving you a break.

Then that Thanksgiving day came crashing down and everything else went with it. You and Bellamy made the short drive home the day before and you dropped her off at her house before heading to yours. Your dad was at the door, waiting to greet you as you pulled in and he rushed out to wrap you in a bear hug and help you with your belongings. You were dreading the kind of state you would find your mom in, but to your surprise, she seemed sober and completely normal. She pulled you into an embrace and you could still smell the faint hint of liquor on her, but her behavior had you fooled into thinking it was just your imagination. You were having a good time, helping her prep the apple pie so it would be ready to bake for the holiday while listening to music. She asked you how your classes were going and she seemed genuinely interested as you explained your course load to her. It was a welcome change to how conversations normally went with her.

 As the day dwindled to early evening, you started to see a change in her. She was getting sloppy and she stumbled through the house and you noticed her eyes starting to droop, but it wasn’t until she started throwing a fit about not having enough wine for the guests that you’d be having over for Thanksgiving that you realized she must have been sneaking drinks throughout the night. You watched as your dad tried to reason with her and calm her down, but she just kept yelling, throwing things around the kitchen until he finally gave in and offered to drive her to the store so they could pick up a few more bottles. You pleaded with him to stay, trying to convince him that he was only enabling her addiction by catering to her temper tantrums, but he brushed you off, wrapping you in hi arms and placing a firm kiss to the top of your head before grabbing his jacket and ushering your mother out the door. You didn’t know it then, but that would be the last time you would ever hug your father. After they started the drive into town, in a drunken fit of anger, your mom would lash out and begin hitting your dad, causing him to run off of the road and into the woods. He was pronounced DOA by the first responders and she would walk away from it without a scratch. Nobody knew that it was her fault, but after his funeral, when she was already half a bottle deep, she confessed it to you. You left her alone that night and never looked back and she ended up moving south to live with family. You couldn’t forgive her and if you never saw her another day in your life, it would still be too soon.

The depression you fell into forced you to drop out of college. You moved back to your hometown and got a job at the local diner, Punxsy Phil’s, to pay rent. Bellamy moved back with you and spent her last year and half commuting to school before graduating with her Bachelor’s in Computer Science. Now, two years later at 26, Bell was offered a job at a tech company. They were based out of Silicon Valley but they wanted her to head a team in their San Francisco office. When they offered to pay for her housing for a year until she got her footing, she sweet talked them into a two bedroom apartment and asked you to go with her. Of course you jumped at the opportunity and now here you were, driving across the country to start your new life and it was all thanks to your best and oldest friend.

“Y/N, I wouldn’t have even thought about taking this job if there wasn’t a chance that you could come with me.” She reached over and grabbed your hand, squeezing it softly, “I know how hard the past few years have been, but we’re starting a new chapter and it’s us, babe. It’s always been you and me.” A grin formed on her face as she put her hand back on the steering wheel, “We’re gonna fucking rule San Fransisco like Christina and Courtney in The Sweetest Thing.” She paused before adding, “But promise me you won’t fall in love with a guy you just met overnight!”

You leaned over the center console, hugging her tightly and planting a giant peck on her cheek, “I fucking love you, Bell.” You were both laughing as she pushed you away.

“I love you more, sweet pea.”

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It was early Sunday morning when you finally pulled into the parking lot or your new apartment building in the Mission Bay neighborhood. It stood maybe six stories high and each apartment had its own balcony. You and Bellamy were on the third floor, number 308, and she held the keys in her fist as you both stepped out of the car. The excitement couldn’t be contained as you made it up the elevator and she unlocked the door, pushing through it to see your new home in person for the first time. Stepping into the apartment, you both rushed around, exploring the living space. It was quaint and small, but it was perfect for the two of you. You each had your own bathroom and the bedrooms were a decent size. The sliding door that led out to the balcony caught your attention at the same time as her and you were running to slide it open and see the view of the city. “Bell, is this even real?” You gazed out in awe, seeing all the buildings and businesses that surrounded. You couldn’t wait to see what it looked like at nighttime with the city lights. Just as your friend went to answer you, there was a knock on the apartment door that was left wide open and you turned to see the movers standing there. You both looked at one another with large smiles, “Let’s turn this place into home, B.”

“I think it’ll look better against that wall.” Bellamy placed her hand on the man’s arm, pointing to the opposite side of the living room. “Could you just move it one more time?” You bit your lips together, trying to stifle a laugh as she batted her lashes at him. The movers made it to your new home right after you had and your best friend was quick to put them to work. You stood back, allowing her to give directions with flirty giggles, directing the men where to put everything.

Finding it best to stay out of her way, you decided to occupy yourself with something else, “Hey, hun!” You called across the room to Bellamy, “I’m gonna start unpacking the kitchen.” She gave you a thumbs up without breaking concentration on the movers. Walking into the tiny kitchen, you pulled open the first box you saw to reveal all of your plates and bowls, wrapped in old newspapers. You decided on a cabinet and began stacking the dishes, one by one, discarding the papers into the empty box as you went. Next was the cups and mugs then tupperware and pots and pans. After a little over an hour, you had the kitchen completely unpacked with everything in its rightful place.

As you stood in the middle of the space breaking down all of the boxes, your friend came through the doorway, “Everything is officially moved in.” You watched as she padded to the refrigerator to retrieve a bottle of water. She shook a bottle in the air, silently asking if you wanted one, and tossed it after you gave a nod, “And, courtesy of those three very sweet men, the living room is already assembled.” Bellamy gave a proud smile as she cracked open her bottle. “We just have to fill the bookshelf and hang some art on the walls or something.” She shrugged, taking a large gulp of water.

You took a few chugs of your own and checked the time on your phone, pausing the music that was playing. “It’s only 1 o’clock, we’re making pretty good time. You wanna go find lunch somewhere?” Bellamy’s phone began ringing as she nodded her head and you watched her walk back into the living to retrieve it. After a minute you left the kitchen as well, going into your bedroom to find a change of clothes in the mountain of boxes. The apartment already came with beds and bedroom furniture and you dug through one box, pulling out the new sheets and comforter that you’d purchased and tossed them on the mattress.

“Soooo…” Bellamy startled you as she popped her head in the door frame, “Don’t hate me…” She gave an apologetic look.

You dropped the clothes you were holding to the bed and let out a sigh, “We’re not getting lunch, are we?” 

She came into the room, cupping your face with a pout, “I’m sorry, Y/N! Please don’t be mad.” You pulled out of her hold, rolling your eyes, “That was my new boss that just called and he wants me to go down to headquarters to meet everyone.”

You weren’t mad, you knew how important this job was to her, “It’s fine, Bell. Take my keys, they’re on the kitchen counter.” You pointed out the door.

A high pitched squeal left her mouth and she wrapped you in an incredibly tight hug, “I’ll make this up to you, I swear!” She went to her own bedroom to change clothes and you decided you would still go out and get food, but you would also take the time to look at who may be hiring in the area. You pulled on a pair of cutoff denim shorts and a black baby tee that read ‘farm fresh peaches’ with two of the bright fruits printed over the chest. Once satisfied with your outfit, you dug through your laptop case to pull out a copy of your resumé and a separate sheet of paper with a solid list of references, and tucked them into your bag just as Bellamy came back to your doorway, “I love you and I’ll be back soon!”

“Leave me your keys, Bell!” You called as she disappeared back out into the apartment, “I’m gonna go explore the neighborhood a little bit and you’ll have my keys, so leave yours for me.” She nodded, digging her key ring from her purse and dropping them on the counter.

Ten minutes later, you were locking up and riding the elevator to the ground floor. You stepped out on the street, looking left and right to decide which direction you wanted to go in. Opting for the left, you started on your journey, unsure of where you might end up, with a goal of finding lunch in mind. You’d lost count of how many blocks you walked when you landed on Market Street. The entire length of it was lined with stores and bars and restaurants, it was unlike anything you’d see back home. Sure, Pittsburgh was a great city to visit, but it didn’t compare to this in your eyes. You scoped out a few different food spots as you walked along the sidewalk, Some with potential to eat at, others with potential for work, but you continued on, lost in the bustle of everything going on around you until something caught your eye. A bright, neon open sign shined bright in a storefront window and illuminated the ‘Now Hiring’ sign to its right. It was a piece of paper that looked like someone just scribbled the note on with thick, black sharpie, and taped it to the window as a joke. Your gaze traveled up to the hanging sign above the door, Highway Tunes Records, before dropping back to the windows and seeing the art and posters adorning the walls inside. Your eyes fell upon a psychedelic poster, made up of colorful and abstract swirls that came together to unmistakably make Jimi Hendrix. An audible gasp escaped and you found yourself pulling the door open and shuffling inside the store and straight over to the poster. You were entranced as you stared up at it, unable to tear your eyes away until a voice stole your attention.

“You a Hendrix fan?” Turning to find whoever the voice came from, you were met with a gleaming set of teeth, stretched into a mesmerizing grin, with the tiniest gap between the front two.

You returned his smile, murmuring a response once you realized you’d been staring at him, “Uh… Yeah. He was my dad’s favorite musician.” You glanced back up at the framed poster as he replied.

He was standing incredibly close, you could feel the heat radiating from his body, “Well, he is great… So!” His exclamation made you jump and he laughed, “Sorry, it’s been a slow day and you’re probably our fifth customer since opening at noon.” You looked down at your phone to check the time, 2:49pm, and gave him a sympathetic smile. You knew how boring a slow day at work could be. “Anyways… What brings you into HIghway Tunes? Looking for a specific album?”

 “Actually, that is what brought me in here.” You pointed up to the Jimi poster, “It felt like it was calling me in.” You shook your head, aware of how weird that sounded, but before you could try to reword it, the man was already talking.

“Oh. Well, unfortunately, I can’t sell you that specific piece.” He let out a huff, turning on his heel and walking in the opposite direction. Your brow furrowed as you watched him go and he turned around, gesturing for you to follow him, “That one is part of Jake’s personal collection.” He started after you fell into step behind him, “He’d kill me if I sold it and then he’d hunt you down and kill you too… But these…” He stopped in front of a giant bin, filled with rolled up posters, and flipped open the binder above it, “These are all on the market.”

You watched as he thumbed the pages, looking over the inventory of music posters. You couldn’t help but stare at him. Full lips, bordered by a tasteful bit of facial hair. A wild mess of curls that covered his forehead and ears, only leaving the small, silver hoops piercing his lobes to stick out. He had a constant smile on his face and you almost didn’t want to open your mouth out of fear that it would go away, “I’m not… really looking to buy anything.” You watched the grin falter, but he quickly recovered it, “I’m sorry. I just don’t have the spare money right now to spend on things that aren’t necessities.” You scrunched your nose with a shrug.

He turned to face you, looking you up and down as if he was sizing you up, “You’re not from around here.” Suddenly feeling self conscious, you crossed your arms over your chest, looking away from him, “Hey, no. I didn’t mean any offense… Just that the only people who come in here are either regulars or tourists and you’re certainly not a regular.”

“How do you know I’m not a regular?” You gave him a pointed look as you pursed your lips. “Maybe you just always miss me when I come in?”

“Naah. Nobody comes in here without me or Jakey seeing them and I would not forget you.” He slapped his palm over his face whilst shaking his head, “Sorry, that… That sounded creepy. I just meant… never mind.” A bright blush started to overtake his cheeks.

He was so charming and handsome, you couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled from your mouth and if Bellamy were there, she’d accuse you of flirting. “Okay, I did just move here, but tell you what… As soon as I get a job, I promise to become a regular.” You flashed him a sweet smile before turning around and heading for the door, “Don’t forget my face.”

“Woah, wait!” He called after you and you stopped to face him again, a questioning lift to your brows, as he jogged the short distance across the store, “You need a job? We’re hiring.” He sounded desperate as he continued, “The pay is good, I swear. You’ll get great hours and everyone here is chill!”

You looked around at the shop, really taking in the eccentric environment. His smile alone was enticing you to say yes and you couldn’t fight against it, “So… is this an official interview?” You joked and saw his shoulders visibly relax.

He looked around the store as though he was searching for something, “Actually, let me find Jake. We might be able to interview you right now.” He went in the opposite direction from you, giving you no time to decline before heading for the checkout counter, but he stopped, “I’m Josh, by the way!” He yelled from where he stood

You called out to him, still planted by the front door, “I’m Y/N!” His smile seemed to grow brighter as he repeated your name back to you.

Just as he was about to push through the door behind the counter, it flung open to reveal another man behind it, “What’s with all the fucking yelling?” From where you stood, it looked like he was gritting his teeth at Josh. His hair was long, landing past his shoulders, and he wore a pair of dark sunglasses. He peered over Josh’s shoulder to get a look at you and you saw his lips moving before the curly headed boy turned and waved you towards them.

You swallowed your nerves and began shuffling towards them. Your eyes drifted to the ceiling to see it plastered with vinyls, all painted over with intricate and colorful artwork. As you stepped up to the counter, your eyes fell on the men, “This place is a lot like Trax.” They both gave you strange looks, prompting you to clarify, “The record store from Pretty In Pink? With Molly Ringwald?” The confusion didn’t leave their faces as you stared at them, “Seriously? That’s like, my favorite movie. It’s an iconic John Hughes masterpiece! The scene when Duckie sings Otis Redding?” You continued to gush despite how clueless they clearly were.

Josh’s face lit up into a grin as he listened to you, but the other guy remained stoic, almost like he was bored, “Well it’s a good thing you don’t need to know movies to work in a music store.” You couldn’t help the look of shock on your face at his pompous tone.

But you were never one to let a man make you feel small, “No, you’re right, but… if I’m not mistaken, there’s an entire shelf over there,” You pointed to your left with a cocky smile, “that is loaded with movie soundtracks… And if you ask me, music and film go hand and hand.” Looking back at him, you gave an innocent shrug, “But you’re the boss, so who am I to argue?” He was taken aback by your quip but you could’ve sworn you saw a hint of a smirk on his lips as he eyed you. You directed your attention back to Josh, “Maybe I’m not a good fit… but I hope you find someone who will be.” You were about to turn and leave, but he stopped you.

“No, don’t leave!” He slapped the other man’s arm, “Jake, don’t be a jackass. We need the help and I think she’ll be great.” He was practically pleading.

“Ahh, you’re Jake…” You finally connected the dots, “The same Jake that would hunt me down and kill me if I made off with that Hendrix poster over there?” You nodded towards the frame that hung on the wall. “So maybe you don’t know classic movies, but you clearly have good taste in music.” It was an attempt at flattery and it seemed to work because he finally cracked a genuine smile.

His eyes flashed to the poster and came back to you, “What’s your favorite Jimi album? Song?” He was trying to quiz you as if he didn’t believe you were really a fan of the musician. “Answer carefully, peach.” 

Your gaze dropped to your shirt before you narrowed your eyes at him, “Axis: Bold As Love by the Experience and Red House… Specifically the Woodstock live recording.” You raised your eyebrow, waiting for a snide remark, “And I have a name…” You almost forgot that Josh was standing beside him until he cleared his throat.

He clapped his hands together with a laugh, “See, Jakey. You can’t tell me she wouldn’t fit in perfectly.”

Jake leaned forward, resting his elbows on the counter, “Why is Red House your favorite song?” The question made you smile.

“It’s all very bluesy. The guitar riff and solo, his lyrics… The first time my dad played that song, I was completely enthralled.” You were speaking genuinely and judging by the way he was nodding, he knew it.

He turned to Josh, silently communicating to him with a look. You watched them, trying to decipher what was being discussed, but as you studied their expressions, you noticed how similar they looked. Josh’s eyes locked with yours and he answered your question before you could ask it, “Yeah, we’re twins, Y/N.” He chuckled softly, “It’s always the first thing people ask…” You mumbled an apology, casting your eyes to the floor, “Nothing to be sorry for. But good news! You’re hired!”

“What?” You looked at him in shock, “I- But- Don’t you have to…ask more questions?” How did they decide that with just a series of facial expressions to one another? “Do you need references or… I don’t know, it’s never been this easy to get a job, there’s gotta be a catch…”

Jake disappeared through the door behind him for a moment and reemerged holding a t-shirt, “The catch is, you gotta be here bright and early tomorrow to start training.” He tossed the tee at you and slid a piece of paper over the counter, “Take this home, fill it out, and bring it back with you. I’ll see you here at 9am, peach.” He turned around, going back through the door and closing it behind him.

“I promise, he’s not as unpleasant as he makes himself seem.” Josh came around the corner to stand beside you and pulled the paper from the counter, “We’ll start your wages at $20.25 per hour. I just need you to fill out this application with all your basic information. Yanno, name, number, address, social. Then we’ll be able to get you on payroll asap.” He handed you the page with his bright grin that you were growing to really enjoy.

“I’ll take your word for it.” You stuffed the t-shirt and application into your tote bag, “So he’s training me tomorrow?” The distaste was evident in the way you forced a frown, “Are you gonna be around to soften that blow?” You were begging the universe for a yes, but wound up disappointed.

He placed a hand on your shoulder, “Mondays are my days off…” He gave an apologetic smile, “Jake’s actually really cool, Y/N. And I’ll make sure he goes easy on you.” As if he could sense the anxiety radiating from you, he offered a compromise, “Alright, I have some shit to get done tomorrow, but I’ll stop in around lunch to see how everything’s going. Okay?” He flashed that damn smile and you were sold.

“Thank you, Josh.” Your phone began to ring in your back pocket and you pulled it out, muttering a sorry to him as you answered it, “Hey, Bell.” You listened to her speak for a few moments, “No, I haven’t… I’m fucking starving, though. You wanna come pick me up?...Uhhh, I’m not sure, it’s a record store on Market Street…Yeah, I’ll just drop a pin… Perfect. Love you too, babe.” You hung up, sending her your location, and stuffed the phone back into your pocket. “Sorry about that.”

“Was that your boyfriend?” The question caught you off guard, but the apprehension on his face threw you off even more.

You shook your head, partially to answer his question, but also to clear your mind enough to form a response, “Umm. No. No, that was Bell- Bellamy.” You paused before elaborating further, “She’s my best friend. We moved down here together…” 

He let out a breath that you didn’t realize he was holding in, “Oh! Cool.” The silence stretched between you and you weren’t sure if he felt as awkward as you did.

Your phone dinged, saving you from the tension, and you pulled it back out to see a text from your friend, “She’s here, so I’m gonna go…” You pointed towards the door before slowly turning away from him. Just as you reached the door, you looked back to see him watching you and tried to conceal the blush creeping onto your cheeks, “Any quick food recommendations? We haven’t eaten yet today… Oh! Preferably cheap?” 

“If you’re looking for something close, Super Duper Burgers is great. Definitely check their seasonal menu.” He ran his fingers over his mustache, drawing your attention to his lips, “If you're willing to go a little further up the Market, Taqueria Cancun has some solid, authentic Mexican tacos. There’s a ton of sushi joints.”

“How about pizza? I’m kind of craving a greasy slice.” You knew Bellamy was waiting for you, but for some reason, you didn’t want to leave.

“Ahh, a girl after my own heart.” Josh pulled his bottom lip between his teeth for a few seconds, “Slice House. Hands down, best pizza. You gotta try the Drunken Italian.” He pinched his fingers together, giving an exaggerated chef’s kiss, “The vodka sauce is fucking revolutionary.” You held eye contact for longer than you cared to admit, but then the corner of his lip curled into a smirk, “You better get going, your friend is waiting.”

“Yeah, I guess I should… See you tomorrow?” He nodded his head, forcing his curls to sway as he waved goodbye. “Bye, Josh.” You pushed through the door and found Bellamy waiting in your car at the curb.

She pulled her purse from the passenger seat as you slid in and handed your phone off with the directions to the pizza place, “Why am I not surprised that you already managed to find a music store?” She shifted the car into drive, hitting the blinker to pull out.

“Bell, I literally just walked in there and they hired me. I start tomorrow.” You almost didn’t believe the words that poured out of your mouth. “It was the weirdest thing… I walked by and there was this Jimi Hendrix poster, and you remember how much my dad loved Jimi?” She nodded, waiting for you to continue, “When I saw it, it just drew me in. I don’t know how to explain it. But I was standing there and this guy came up to me, Josh, and-.”

“Mhmm…” Bellamy cut you off with a knowing smirk, “Josh, huh?”

You scoffed at her, “No. Don’t start, it’s not even like that.” You didn’t defend any further, just proceeded with your story, “Anyways… He offered me a job and he and his brother interviewed me right on the spot. I start tomorrow morning and get this, Twenty dollars an hour, Bell.”

She gawked at you, eyes wide, “Twenty? That’s over the minimum wage here. Did you suck his dick to get it?” She laughed at her own joke as you lightly hit her arm.

“You’re an asshole, yanno?” You sat back in your seat, laughing with her. “He is pretty cute, I can’t lie… He just seems like a really fun person and he’s always smiling. Like the brightest smile you’d ever see... But his brother, Jake, was sort of insufferable.” You were chewing on your lip as she glanced at you.

“Insufferable how?” She turned to you fully as the car stopped at a red light.

You thought back to the short exchange you’d had with him, “He was arrogant as hell, for starters.” Her eyes went back to the road as she let off the brake and you continued, “He didn’t even bother to learn my name, just kept calling me ‘peach.’ You wouldn’t even know they were twins if they didn’t look identical.” You stared out the window, looking at the buildings to find Slice House.

Bellamy spotted the restaurant at the same time you did, swinging the car into the first available spot she could find, “Twins? Oh, you’re fucking joking, Y/N. We haven’t even lived here a full day!” She cut the engine as she glared at you, “How old are they?”

“I don’t know? Our age, maybe a little older… Why does it matter?” You were toying with your fingers, something you did when you were nervous. “Don’t give me that damn look, Bellamy! It’s just a job. You’re not gonna find some hidden context in this.” Pushing the car door open, you stepped out to end the conversation.

She was popping out of her side right after you, “Okay, babe. Whatever you say…” You knew she had more to say but she dropped the topic for the time being as you both walked into the restaurant.

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You stood right outside of the door, looking at your reflection in the glass to straighten your shirt out. It was 8:48am and you were trying to work up the courage to go in, mentally preparing yourself to be trained by Jake. You were too focused on your reflection to see that he was coming across the store. The door pushed open and you jumped back with a yelp, “Did you plan on coming in for your shift or were you gonna spend another 15 minutes fixing your shirt?” He was holding the door, waiting for you to go inside.

You moved past him, rolling your eyes, “You know, you just make the atmosphere so inviting. How could I not want to be here?” You bit your tongue, aware of how much attitude you’d just given the man who is technically your boss. “Sorry, I-.” You turned back to face him but he was already breezing by you.

“You’re kind of a fucking brat…” You followed behind him, ready to argue his claim, but he was already moving on as though he’d said nothing at all, “Here. We got a long morning ahead of us and you’re gonna need to keep up with me.” He grabbed a cup from beside the register, handing it to you, and pointed to the door behind him, “There’s cream and sugar in the office if you need it, don’t take forever.” Taking the hot coffee without a word, you stepped around him to go into the office. When you came back, he was leaning against the counter, chin propped on his fist, “You fill that paper out, peach?”

Digging into your tote, you pulled the paper out and slapped it down in front of him, “That’s not my name, it’s-.”

“Y/N. I know” His lips curled into a conceited smirk and, had he not been walking away,  you might have slapped it right off of his face, “Peach feels more fitting.” He waved his hand, beckoning you to follow him.

You fell into step as he walked towards the front of the store, “You saw fruit on my shirt and ran with it. Very original idea, can’t believe I didn’t think of it.” The look he had when he whipped around to face you made you clamp your mouth shut, but you couldn’t help the tingle you felt through your body at his response.

Jake was glaring at you with a hint of something you couldn’t quite place, “You’ve got a mouth on you.” He was pointing a finger at you, “and I can think of a few different ways to shut it.” Your jaw practically hit the floor as you stared at him and he flashed a devilish smile, knowing that he’d left you speechless. He turned away again, leading you to a display near the front door, “Pay attention.” You nodded silently as he started mapping things out for you, “This rack is all new release vinyls. We change most of them out weekly, depending on what kind of album drops there are.” He started walking towards the middle of the store, walking between the rows of shelves, “Everything is sorted by genre first and then alphabetical order.” You listened intently as he sped through the rundown, “We keep bargain bins down here.” He pulled open a cabinet door below one of the tables, revealing crates full of vinyls with torn and worn sleeves, “These are all used and donated, we sell them for $3 a piece or we do 10 for $10. It’s hit or miss, some work, some don’t.” Closing the cabinet, he moved to a different part of the store. You trailed quietly alongside him, soaking up all of the information he was spewing. After about 20 minutes, he’d looped you both back to the front, “Let’s see if you’ve kept up…” He crossed his arms over his chest, waiting to see if you’d maintained any of the knowledge.

“Okay…” You took a deep breath, “Here we have new releases. They get updated weekly, unless there aren’t any good drops.” You continued throughout the space, pouring everything he’d given you back out to him, until you made it to the checkout counter, “Limited Edition vinyls are kept behind the counter, the new inventory delivery comes every Friday morning at 8am sharp, and I think that’s everything…?”

Jake was nodding his head, surprisingly impressed, “Not bad, peach.” He glanced at the clock on the wall, “We got a half hour before we open at 11.” He plucked your application from the counter where you’d left it, “I’m gonna get through some paperwork. You can-” He was cut off by the sound of footsteps coming from the back of the store. “Liv? I thought we wouldn’t see you until summer?” He greeted the short, blonde girl.

She had a stereotypical valley girl accent, “Finished my semester early, figured you guys needed me more than UCLA.” She gave him a smile that looked like she wanted to devour him. Her eyes flashed to you dismissively before flying back to Jake, “You here by yourself? I can clock in and help out.”

You shifted on your feet, feeling out of place, and Jake took notice, “Not alone today, I have peach, here, to help out.” He nodded towards you.

“Peach?” She finally took the time to really look you over, “Were your parents hippies or something?”

You opened your mouth and closed it again, not sure how to respond, “Uhh. No, that’s not… My name is Y/N.” You reach out for a handshake, out of respect, but she just stared at your extended hand.

“Cool. I’m Olivia.” And just like that, she directed her attention back to Jake, “Can you fit me on the schedule this week?” She pushed her bottom lip out, looking like a toddler begging for candy, “I know you guys miss me.”

He shook his head with a faint smile, “I’ll talk to Josh.” He left it at that, turning to you, “Take that box and start putting the shit where it goes.” He pointed at the box on the floor.

“Aye aye, captain.” You saluted him with a smile and picked the box up.

A chuckle escaped his mouth and until that moment, you thought he was incapable of feeling joy, “I’ll be in the office if you need anything.” He started to walk around the counter, “I’ll let you know about the schedule, Liv.” He slipped through the door and closed it behind him, leaving you with the girl.

To avoid conversation, you gripped the box in your arms and lifted it to counter to begin sorting through it. Pulling out a stack of vinyls, you carried them through the store, fitting them into their rightful places. You hadn’t realized Olivia was following you until her low, grating voice creeped into your ears, “So…How did you get a job here?” She was watching you carefully, almost like she was waiting for you to make a mistake, “Jake is suuuper picky about who he hires.”

You looked at the last vinyl in the stack you were carrying, “Uhm, I just came in here yesterday to look at something and Josh offered me the job.” Moving through the tables, you went to the Country section and tucked the album away, “Jake gave me a shirt and told me to be here at 9am, so here I am.”

She was standing so close to you that you almost ran into her as you turned around to retrieve more from the box, “Here you are…” She sounded annoyed, but you ignored it as you pushed past her.

You went about your business for the next several minutes, finishing the task that Jake had given you, as she lingered through the store, watching you work while she pretended to browse the music. You pulled the empty box from the counter, ready to ask your boss what he wanted you to do next, when the bell on the front door chimed. You turned around to see a man come in and go straight to the New Release rack. He perused for a few moments before moving to the tables to search through the records. You expected Jake to emerge from the office, but he never did. After a few minutes of the guy looking entirely lost in his search, you took a deep breath and made your way over to him. Your eyes flicked to Olivia to see her staring at you, a cocky grin on her face. “Hi, can I help you find something, hun?” You put on your best customer service smile as he turned to face you.

“Actually yeah…” He looked like he was maybe in his early twenties and he seemed nervous, “I’m looking for something for my dad. He just bought himself a record player, but he doesn’t have any records for it.” He gave a shrug, “I don’t really know where to start here.”

This wasn’t as scary as you thought it would be, “Okay, do you know what kind of music he likes? Any specific artist or band?” You waited patiently for him to answer.

He pulled his phone from his pocket, tapping the screen a few times, and held it up to show you, “This is a band right? I think he likes them.” It was a picture of a man, probably his father, wearing a Led Zeppelin tour t-shirt.

Your eyes went back to his face, giving him another sweet grin, “Yeah. Zeppelin’s a great band. Your dad has great taste.” You moved around him to walk him over to the appropriate shelves, “We should have a ton of their stuff… Do you want anything specific?” You had a feeling that he wouldn’t know what to choose.

“I- Well, what would you recommend?” He stood by while you flicked through the selection, “Which one is the best?”

“That’s a tricky question.” You pulled a few vinyls from the display, holding them up one by one, “So, Zep one is a safe choice. It’s their first studio album, really opened up the door for them, plus it’s got a couple really great blues covers.” You slid that one to the back of your stack to reveal the next, “ Two is also good. You get Whole Lotta Love, Ramble On, Heartbreaker.” He was nodding as you pulled your final option forward, “This one is my personal favorite.” You held up the album, showing him the cover with the peeling paint and the old man carrying a bundle of sticks, “I kind of skipped over three, but Zoso…This is their fourth studio album, and arguably the best.” You handed it to the boy to examine, “Going to California is probably my favorite song of all time. But it’s also got Stairway to Heaven and When the Levee Breaks. Black Dog. If your dad is a Led Zeppelin fan, then he’ll definitely appreciate this.”

“You know what, I’ll take this one and the first one you showed me.” You handed him the first album before turning to put the remaining one back on the shelf. He was smiling wide as he took it from you, “So are you like a music expert or something?”

You giggled at his question, “I wouldn’t say expert… Just really appreciative of what’s good.” You were staring at his light blue eyes, almost entranced in them when Jake barked your name from the counter. You jumped, whipping around to look at him with wide eyes. He held his hand up, waving for you to go to him, “Gimme one minute.” You called out to him and went to turn back to the man in front of you, but Jake’s voice rang out louder.

“No. Right now, Y/N.” He was leaning his hands on the countertop, glaring in your direction, but his eyes weren’t on you.

You muttered an apology to the blue-eyed boy, “I’m sorry, I’ll be right back.” You shuffled across the store, embarrassed at how he’d just spoken to you in front of your first customer, but also pissed at how he treated you like you were an insolent child. You stood in front of him, whisper-yelling to avoid further embarrassment, “What the hell, Jake? What did I do?” You looked around, realizing that Olivia was gone.

“You’re here to work, not flirt.” There was an edge to his tone that you couldn’t fully decipher.

“What?” You stared at him in shock, “I wasn’t- I was making a sale! Yanno? What you hired me to do…” Was this conversation even real?

He stepped out from behind the counter, “Go wait in the office, I’ll finish your sale.” You moved to try and stop him but his voice was dangerously low, stopping you in your tracks, “Office, Y/N. I’ll carry you in there myself if I have to.” He turned on his heel, walking towards the customer without another word, and you found yourself obeying his command to wait in the office.

Pushing through the door, you looked around the small space before closing it and dropping into a chair. You were highly considering just quitting as soon as he came in, but at the same time, you didn’t want to. Everything was so confusing… Why did he accuse you of flirting when he wasn’t even there? And why did the possibility of you flirting make him so mad? You sunk further into your seat, pondering your own questions, but the one you needed an answer for most; Why did you so easily bend to his will? You were pulled from your thoughts by the door opening.

“Good to know you’re capable of obeying orders, peach…”

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Daddy's Girl

Dad!Chris Evans x WifeReader

Summary: Even at 4 months old your sweet baby girl is so enamoured and in love with her dad, just like she is for him. His entire world in his arms whenever he has the chance, getting to see your husband be a father is one of the best gifts you’ve ever received

Warnings: None! Tooth rotting fluff, Dad!Chris because we love that, yeah it's just a whole comfort fic let's be honest

A/N: My last fic made me lowkey mad so I decided to rectify that with a sweet, self indulgent dad chris fic because thinking of him being a dad just makes my heart so happy, and yeah. It did make me slightly sad because I wish I had a dad like this, and growing up with abuse happening to me from the ages of 4 to 23, I truthfully don’t know what love like this feels like, but I hope I captured it to some extent

Word Count: 912

Sweet little Arlie Mae Evans came into your lives four months ago and ever since that day has brought nothing but smiles and endless love to your home. She was the light of your lives, and the absolute apple of her father’s eye, Chris would do anything in the world for his baby girl, just like he would for you. The day you gave birth to the four pound three ounce bundle of joy, Chris was beside himself, his usually calm composer replaced by tears of happiness as he held onto you, thanking you repeatedly for giving him the gift of a daughter. Seeing him as a father was an absolute dream come true, just like watching them right now as Arlie lay in her little plastic bathtub that rested in the sink. Warm water falling gently from a plastic cup Chris held in his hand, onto her soft little chubby belly, a gummy smile on her face as her blue eyes searched around the room”

you love bath time don’t you little bird..just like your momma”

Standing in the entrance of the kitchen to let them have their space, you couldn’t help the feeling of warmth that spread throughout you, the sight before your eyes enough to bring tears to your eyes, but you held them back 

“My Arlie girl, you have no idea just how special you are to us yet, someday you will princess, I’ll make sure to tell you every day about how much we love you, every hour if you want” 

You smiled watching him rub his thumb along her tiny cheek before kissing her forehead gently. After watching for a few more minutes, you grabbed her fluffy bear towel and walked over, placing a hand on his back so you wouldn’t startle him, Arlie’s eyes lighting up when she realized you were there 

“Who’s that baby huh? That momma bringing us a nice fluffy towel? Yeah, she’s gonna bundle you up really good” 

You leaned into his shoulder, his lips pressing a kiss to your head before you lay the towel against your shoulder and lifted your little girl up and into your arms, the brown fabric of the towel engulfing her tiny body as she rested against you, head laying on your collarbone

“Sweet angel, did you have a good bath with daddy? You smell all nice and clean”

You rubbed a hand on her back softly on the way over to the couch where you had a sleeper waiting for her, a pout on her face when the cold air hit her, causing you to coo at her to try and distract her 

“I know honey, I know it’s cold, one second baby…”

You put her in her sleeper as gently but quickly as possible because she started to squirm and the room filled with little cries, that thankfully did not turn into louder sobs, you hated when that happened, your heart tightening listening to her crying, you wanted to make sure she had whatever she needed to keep her happy and healthy. Once she was zipped up you picked her up and cradled her to you, leaning back into the soft cushions of the couch, her eyes beginning to close as you pulled a blanket up and over the two of you. Smiling down at her you barely registered Chris walking into the room with a cup of tea for you and some snacks, pausing to admire the two of you cuddled up 

“I will never get over the sight of my girls bundled up on the couch, I could frame this moment”

You blushed patting the spot beside you, lifting the blanket to let him slide under and over to you, turning your back to lean against him so he could wrap his arms around you. Moments like these since Arlie was born being the focal point of each and every day no matter good or bad, your little family was everything and more 

“I love you, thank you for taking such good care of us my love”

You tilted your head back enough to connect your lips to Chris’s before settling back against his shoulder blade 

“I will always do everything in my power to keep you two safe, healthy, and happy, I love you so much angel, there are no words to describe how thankful I am for you, and for our daughter. You allowing me to be a father and a parent with you, is something I will cherish for the rest of my life.”

At his words you felt the emotion bubble in your throat, Chris has always had a way with words when it came to you but seeing him be a father in action each and every day only solidified just how much he cared for and loved you and Arlie. You two were the luckiest girls on the planet just as he’d say he’s the luckiest man on the planet. Chris as a dad was something you’d both talked about in the 6 years you were together before she came along, and as you both snuggled up on the couch, all those conversations and wishes of a family you both talked of, had come full circle. You had your own version of the picture perfect family, and in this quiet moment as the fire crackled softly, and an old movie played in the background, you had found your happiness, and you had found your home.

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YOU HAVE CHOSEN TO PLAY AS KIWOO !

THE DEEPDIVE EXPERIENCE is a simulation game where you will experience the members' lives up until now. Currently playing as KIWOO, the story will contain themes and situations of GRIEF, DEATH, SUICIDE, DEPRESSION, NEGLECTFUL PARENTS, and MANIPULATION. Please click off now if these themes and situations will be too much for you.

CLICK HERE TO CHOOSE WHO TO PLAY AS NEXT.

— 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝟏 ; 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃.

CURRENT INVENTORY:

Your favorite teddy bear named Lucy. A copy of "Weathered Blossom" by Park Wang-Suh. A cup of tea you'll share with your mother. A bandaid for your scraped knee. Your love for your big sister, Namjoo. Stickers you stole from Namjoo's room. Strawberries for later. Your favorite treat, gummy worms. A collection of CDS your father gave you.

The house you grew up in is dusty and small. Your parents work typical office jobs that you don't know much about. You just know they're tired and don't have much time to clean the house. You wish it was cleaner here, but that's only when you think about it for too long. You have an older sister, Namjoo, who loves to sing and dance like your father did, but only on the weekends. It's been a long time since you've seen your father smile.

You're the apple of your sister's eye. She cares for you like a mother should. She brushes your hair before school, helps you with homework, and even makes dinner for you when mom is working too late. You love your sister very much. She's your best friend. You smile every time you see her even when she makes you learn silly girl group dances.

Namjoo says, "I have dreams of being a dancer. You can be the singer. You're a good singer, you know?"

You didn't know, but now you do.

— 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝟐 ; 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒.

CURRENT INVENTORY:

A camera you bought at a thrift store. Depression and Anxiety, a blossoming friendship. An invitation to train at Angelico Entertainment. A journal your mother gave you. Your love for your big sister, Namjoo. Books, lots of books. Tea you drink by yourself.

At fourteen, you realize you're gay. It wasn't a shock to anyone else but yourself. Your mom was more understanding than you thought she would be, but deep down, you know it's because she doesn't really care about your life, just getting you out of the house. Your father didn't react, just saying, "Tell me something new." He went back to eating his dinner with nothing in his eyes. Namjoo was supportive but told you to keep it to yourself. She says, "People are mean to gay people. I don't want them being mean to you for something you can't change." So you didn't tell anyone else.

At fourteen, Namjoo drags you to an Angelico Entertainment audition. You didn't really care about K-pop or being an idol--In fact, you want to be a librarian, but Namjoo can't do anything without you, just like you can't do anything without her. You two sing "Give Love" by AKMU without missing a beat, and doing the choreography Namjoo flawlessly made you practice for weeks. You're good at dancing, even if it hurts your ankles.

The table of judges loves you two. They adore your sister, but they favor you more. You're younger and a boy, but you can hit high notes like a girl. The man who sits at the center of the table, Son Jinhwa, his nameplate says, tells you that you have the potential to be a star. You've never thought about being a star before.

You start training the next week and move out of the house at just fourteen. You think it's normal.

Training is hard—really hard. You get called ugly by the managers, a pig by the dance instructors, and useless by your vocal coach, but you pass your evaluations with flying colors every time. In fact, you're one of the top trainees in the company. Even being in the top ten trainees, you feel useless and tired. You're so tired.

When Namjoo fails her third vocal evaluation, she's cut from the trainee program. You see this as your way out, and without question, you begin packing your bags with her.

"No," She tells you firmly. You knit your brows.

"I'm going with you. I always go with you."

"Not this time. This is a big company, Kiwoo. You heard Jinhwa. You're going to be a star."

"I don't want to be a star."

"Sometimes we don't have a say in what we become." You had never seen Namjoo this serious before. You hate it. You start to cry because the thought of doing this without her sounds even worse than hell. You experience your first panic attack right there on the spot. Crying, gasping for air, feeling like your heart is going to explode, you can't breathe even with Namjoo counting down from ten to calm you down.

Despite this, you keep training and Namjoo goes to a different company. A smaller one. She's sure to debut there.

You're fifteen when you get put on the survival show. The New Wave. It's awful.

Most of the boys are mean and don't want to be friends. Everyone but you is desperate to debut; you're only desperate to get to your phone to talk to your best friend and sister. Namjoo's debut is coming up soon, and if you want to be there for her debut stage, not competing on a survival show, you have no chance of winning.

Or so you thought.

The people like you—they like you a lot. Your rank only gets higher every week, and by the finale, you're in sixth place. You barely made it, but you made it. You're debuting with six other boys you either don't like or don't know the name of. Either way, you're excited. You cry when Jinhwa announces your name because you just can't believe it. The worst is over, you think as you stand on that bright blue stage.

You were so naive.

— 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝟑 ; 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒.

CURRENT INVENTORY:

The keys to your parents' house, you rarely use them. Tea bags for you and Noah. Matches because you hate using lighters. Hunger. The grief it's weighing you down significantly.

You never told anyone, but when you were 17 and Namjoo was 21, you two began planning how you two were going to kill yourselves. After only two years of activity, she brought it up first after her group disbanded. You were initially indifferent to the idea, but the more you two talked about it, the more serious it became. Truthfully, what did you have to live for?

DeepDive wasn't doing well. They weren't doing horrible, but they were underperforming to the point that Jinhwa often shipped you guys off to Japan. The group did well in Japan—nothing crazy, but better than they've ever done in Korea. You two texted about the plan daily since you couldn't see Namjoo in person. Every day, every hour, paragraphs about how and when you both will die and how freeing it will be to be dead, to feel nothing, to sleep forever.

Aside from the endless Japanese promotions, you found great success in singing OSTs for dramas you've never watched. Your songs perform well; they chart more than your group's songs, but you can't even bring yourself to care. The impending thought of your own demise sucks every bit of energy from you. Your success means nothing because it's fleeting. Death is forever.

Then you're eighteen, and Namjoo jumps off the bridge over the Han River. The detective told you she most likely died on impact when you went in with Jisung to identify her body. Your parents weren't in the country, but for once, you were.

It's an awful experience. It alters your perception of life, death, and everything in between. Seeing your best friend's dead body, feeling how cold and stiff her hands were, it changes everything—Her death changes everything. After the funeral, you go on a hiatus. You can tell by the looks in your groupmates eyes they don't think you'll come back and you truthfully don't know either. This failing group of boys you can barely bring yourself to care about is the last thing on your mind.

After a week of not getting out of bed, Jisung calls your mom because he's worried. She tells you to move back home, saying, "We should all be together right now."

You throw a fit—a massive fit. You shout at your mother the loudest you ever had, screaming at her to leave you alone, spewing the unspoken truths at her, and laying your family's business out for the entire dorm to see. There's not much business to air out, and that's the problem. Your parents weren't there. Namjoo was. She was the only family you ever had, and now she's dead, completing a plan that was supposed to include you without you. Your mother had no right to mourn, and neither did your father.

After that, you stay in the dorm, mainly in your room, rotting in your bed to the point your sheets fuse to your skin.

Jisung and Noah take care of you. Jisung helps you shower no matter how humiliating that is; Noah brings you food and sits with you even when you don't say anything for hours; Jisung sometimes sleeps in your room on the floor to wake you from the nightmares that become a nightly occurrence. Despite their kindness, you wish you were dead. You fantasize what it would be like to overdose in your bed and have one of them find you, altering their life forever.

You don't know why you think this way. You just do.

It takes you six months to rejoin the group and step outside again. The small group of fans DeepDive has collected rejoice when you step on stage again, screaming and clapping for you despite not even opening your mouth. For a brief moment, you have a purpose.

Suddenly, you're nineteen, and Jisung looks at you differently. At that point, you've never had a boyfriend, never even kissed a boy, and you're too busy. You've always been working. He calls you cute, and it makes your heart flutter. He puts his hand on your waist during promotions and when you two are in the kitchen, and he needs to get by. He watches your lips when you talk instead of your eyes. It's love, you think every time you look at him.

It took a lot of convincing, pestering even, for you to agree to have sex with Jisung for the first time. You're nervous and don't know what you're doing, but it's fine because it's love, and by the end of the discomfort, you'll be his boyfriend.

You never end up being Jisung's boyfriend. When you ask about it, he looks at you with so much pity you'd think he was looking at a wounded animal, not you. You feel stupid and used. You hate that feeling, so you end up hating him.

After that, men become easy. You go through them like tissues. It's low risk because no one knows who you are. DeepDive is slowly gaining traction, but it is not enough to make your face notable.

2020 hits like a brick. DeepDive has topped every chart and won every award you're nominated for. You're unstoppable, quickly becoming the global face of K-pop. It's very jarring, but idol life seems to be that way. One day, you're living off cup ramen that tastes like plastic, and the next, you're on Jimmy Fallon telling him about how much you love Arthea Franklin.

You're so busy you forget you're depressed. For once, you really feel like you're living your life. You're not happy, but you're not depressed.

You're finally just living.

— 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝟒 ; 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄.

CURRENT INVENTORY:

Books, you still love to read. Sweet treats you baked yourself; baking puts you at ease. Your journal. The anger, you don't know where to put it. The grief, you just can't let it go. It's too comforting.

You're twenty-three now.

You're wildly successful career-wise. You have a ton of money because of your golden voice. You're adored by your group's massive fanbase. Life worked out pretty well for you all things considered.

But the depression made you mean, and the grief made you bitter. You belittle your friends' decisions, and you shoot daggers with your words at the man you say you love. You're not sure you can love anyone at this point. You haven't spoken to your mother in years, and your father hasn't spoken to you even longer. You have no plans to speak to your father ever again, but sometimes you long for your mother's hand through your hair when you're upset.

You live a good life, you suppose.

[soupbabe]

Hii! Would you maybe be willing to write something about Stu Macher catching a sneezy and sniffly cold after getting caught up in the rain, and the reader ends up taking care of him? Some fluff perhaps! <3

Treats (Stu Macher x Reader)

Reader visits a sick Stu after school .

I think this is a bit short, but I think it can still be silly and fluffy enough! <3

Tagging: @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @devil-doll13

Stu groaned when he heard a knock on his bedroom door. "What do you want?" You peak your head around the door and greet him with a warm smile, "Hi babe." You close the door behind you and wave a plastic bag in front of your boyfriend. "Billy told me you'd be out today, so I got you some treats." Like a dog, Stu perked up at the mention of goodies. "For me? You shouldn't have!" He sat up from his bed smiling wide, but excitement got cut off by a series of coughs.

"Slow down, Stu. I'm coming to you, no need to rush." You sat on the foot of his bed. "C'mon I wanna see what's in the bag!" He whined. "Alright, if it's so dire." You joked. Once the bag was in his grasp, he practically tore it apart. Stu quickly gazed over the cough drops and Tylenol, but all of his attention zeroed in on the pack of gummy worms and a teddy bear. "Awee!" He gushed, "This is awesome!!" His scratchy voiced mused. "C'mere," he leaned over and brought you close to him.

You winced as he placed a kiss on your cheek. "Aw, Stu! You're gonna get me sick," you said as you pulled away. Stu whined once more, loving your cool body against his flushed skin. "Soo? No school and I can spend all day with my baby! Win-win!" He sneezed and you scooted away. "But if I'm sick, you wouldn't have someone to take care of you. No more treat runs until we'd both get better." Stu rolled his eyes and flopped back down on his pillows, "Even when I'm sick and dying, you still crush my dreams."

Laughing, you threw his bear at him. "I'll still be here after school. No need to be all dramatic about it."

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Clark Kent.

“I love you

I loved you all along

And I miss you

Been far away for far too long

I keep dreaming you'll be with me

And you'll never go

Stop breathing

If I don't see you anymore”

Imagine You and Me

Warnings: dark elements including stalking, power imbalance, and possibly unidentified triggers.

Character: Clark Kent

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Even if you're working for the summer, it's still a vacation. No worry about overdue papers and dull lectures. You do your hours and get out, going home mindlessly to scroll or zone out in front of a youtube video.

You clock out but don't leave right away. You wander the grocery store's aisles to find a few snacks for your Friday night binge. You can't decide between the fuzzy peaches and the red hots. Both?

"No gummy bears?"

It's like a bolt of lightning. You're struck in place, veins electric with adrenaline. A single note and your hairs on end. How could it be?

You say nothing and swipe a package of sour cherries. You walk away without looking back. It can't be. He can't have come all this way. Not after...

You feel his hands on your neck, the whisper of his breath in the crook of your neck, the weight of him over you, the gentle pet along your hair as he cooed at you. "I love you, sweetie, you know that, right?"

Even in that moment, you knew it was a lie. But he didn't. Still doesn't. Even after you dropped his class. Switched dorms, even. You thought leaving campus would be the end of it.

He's behind you as you stride away from him, faster and faster, but not enough to evade his long legs. You should toss the candy and make a run for it.

"Sweetie, please, I just want to talk. If you'd just listen--"

"I'll scream, professor," you warn without even turning your head.

"Why? I'm not doing anything."

You don't acknowledge the plea to innocence. This is what he does. He tries to make you think that one thing is another. He messes with your mind. Or maybe he really believes it himself.

"Please don't walk away. I'm trying to tell you something."

"I swear to god, one more step..."

"I love you, sweetie. Please. Just like I told you. I..."

"Go away," you snap over your shoulder.

"I bought us a house, don't you want to see it?"

"Stop!" You spin to face him, "another step and I will scream so loud I'll burst your eardrum. Stay away from me, you-- you--- creep!"

You turn on your heel and toss the cherries into a nearby bin. You march to the doors without looking back and take out your phone. No way you're leading him home. You'll walk to the station and hope he gets the hint.

[skzimagines]

Part 4

Previous: part 3

Character: Hyunjin x Female reader. All of Skz and y/n’s friend.

Genre: Camping!Hyunjin Obsessive!Hyunjin

Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol, Smut.

Summary: A yearly camping trip causes Hyunjin and Y/N to come forward with their feelings. As the days go by, the more y/n finds out about Hyunjins perverse actions and just how long he’s been doing them.

Adding a little angst to this one guys

“Should we rent a boat for today?” Chan asks everyone.

We still have 5 more days of our camping trip, and we’re running out of things to do. Right now we’re just sitting around, snacking on fruit. Han and Chan are looking through the pamphlet of our campground, trying to find things to do. Chan had found out that they rent out boats daily.

“Yeah that sounds fun.” I say, standing up to stretch. Hyunjin is still in bed, he is not an early bird. Waking him up is like disturbing a bear during hibernation.

“Okay, I’ll go call them. Do you guys want to get changed and pack snacks and drinks?” He asks, grabbing his phone and walking away to call them.

We all get up to get our things ready. I grab a bag that’s sitting on the picnic table and head over to the coolers to pack some snacks and drinks for everyone. I suddenly feel arms wrap around my waist. “Morning baby.” Hyunjin whispers in my ear, tucking his head in my neck. “Mm..morning.” I say back, bringing my hand up and running it through his messy hair. “What’s the plan for today?” He asks. Standing up straight, grabbing a bag of gummy bears from the bag you just packed and opening them, dropping a few in his mouth. “Chan is renting a boat for the day, so I’m guessing we’re going out on the lake.” I say, grabbing another pack of gummy bears to put back into the bag, since my dear boyfriend… wait. Is he actually my boyfriend? He never really asked. I mean, he says he loves me. Has been treating me as if he is my boyfriend. But we haven’t actually talked about being together officially. “Okay, cool. I’ll go get dressed then. Want to come with me?” He asks with a smirk, pulling me to him by my waist. My head is getting to me, wondering why he still hasn’t asked about putting a label on us. If he loves me so much, like he says. Why hasn’t he asked? I softly push his arms away and back up, grabbing the bag I packed for the boat. “I um, I’m actually going to go bring this bag to the boat. But you can go change really quick. I’ll just change when I get back.” I say, giving him a small smile, before leaving him there to finish his gummy bears.

Hyunjin noticed your behavior right away. He really didn’t think anything of it, being that it was really early, and you two were up pretty late the night before. He finally had you last night, he finally got to do all of things he’s been dreaming of doing since he met you two years ago. For all of these years, he’s only thought about you. Growing old with you, having a family. He’s dreamt it all. You have been his world for a very long time, but he just doesn’t know how to put those things into words. He’s so happy that he gets to tell everyone that you’re his, he can finally hold you whenever he wants, kiss you, hug you, call you cute pet names without it being weird. He can finally tell people that you are his girlfriend….wait. But can he actually tell people that? He hasn’t brought up being boyfriend and girlfriend yet. You two haven’t talked about it. Do you want to be with him in that way? Or do you just want him the way you’ve been having him? He lets out a sigh, letting the thought linger in the back of his head. Telling himself not to ruin his mood, he gets up and heads to the tent to change.

•

The thought of Hyunjin still not asking lingers in the back of my head as Chan drives the boat to the middle of the lake. Everyone’s sitting on either the floor or the seats, while ash and I sit at the front of the boat.

“So are you guys official?” Ash asks, as if she can read my mind. I give her a small smile and sigh. Looking into the water. “Oh no, what’s wrong?” Knowing damn well I’m not okay right now. “He hasn’t talked to me about being official.” I say quietly, so no one can hear us. “Well you guys have been really lovey dovey lately, it’s not like you guys have had sex yet or anything. Maybe he wants to take things slow?” She says, trying to sound as reassuring as possible. “Yeah that’s the thing, we did have sex.” I say, looking into her eyes. Tears starting to swell up in mine. “WHAT?” She yells. I quickly slap my hand over her mouth, looking back at everyone. All eyes are on us as I tell her to quiet down. I look back and everyone has looked away, going back into their own conversations, not minding ours anymore. But I do see Hyunjin watching us, starring at me as if he’s trying to read my mind. Thank god he can’t.

•

Hyunjin sits in the seat closest to Chan who’s driving. Everyone’s having conversations and laughing to themselves as Chan drives slowly across the lake. “So you and y/n huh?” Chan asks. “Yeah, I don’t know.” Hyunjin says, dropping his head. Playing with his hands. “You don’t know?” Chan chuckles. “You guys have been acting like you’re newly weds ever since we’ve got here.” He laughs. Hyunjin let’s out a small chuckle. Hyunjin wishes that were the reality of it. “You guys fucked…” Chan whispers. Hyunjins head pops up with wide eyes, giving Chan a surprised look. “Oh don’t act like you have no idea what I’m talking about.” He laughs. “You were quit happy this morning, actually smiling getting out of the tent. You’re not a happy person in the morning.” Chan says. Stopping the boat and turning off the engine. “Ask her out, she’ll say yes.” He says, standing up and taking off his shirt. “LETS PARTY.” Chan yells. Everyone cheers besides you and Hyunjin, who lock eyes and stare for longer than need be.

•

Everyone’s having fun. Swimming, playing board games, drinking. This years camping trip has definitely topped off all of the rest. I’ve laid out my towel on the floor of the front of the boat after swimming, to lay down on my stomach and tan. I grab my headphones and my phone and turn on music, blocking all other sound from the world around me. Eventually dozing off with my head resting on top of my arms.

Hyunjin on the other hand, had been the only one who’s noticed the way that your swimsuit has rode up your ass a little more than usual. He was sitting with his feet up on the seat and a towel over his lap, scrolling on his phone. When he noticed you get out of the water and lay out your towel, watching you lay down. He’s been watching you ever since. Looking at the way your wet skin glistens in the sunlight. The way your body moves every time you take a breath. He starts to feel himself harden at the sight of you. He looks around the boat, taking in notice that everyone is busy doing something, no one is paying him any mind. He takes this as a perfect opportunity to put his hand under the towel that is covering him, and slid it into his swim trunks, rubbing himself gently so that no one sees his movements. Keeping his eyes on you the entire time, playing with his tip, dragging pre cum across it. He’s breathing starts picking up, and suddenly you roll over. Putting your chest on full display for him. ‘That’s right baby, show me all of you. You’re doing this just for me.’ He thinks to himself, bringing himself closer to climax. He looks over you one more time, noticing how your nipple is peaking out of your swim top the slightest bit. Sending him completely over the edge. He takes in a long deep breath as he cums all over his hand. Letting his breath out once he’s done cumming. He slowly takes his hand out of his pants, using his towel to wipe off the cum dripping down his wrist. Taking one more look around the boat, still seeing that no one was paying attention.

•

We made it back to the campground, after 5 long hours on the boat. Falling asleep while tanning was a mistake, now I’m sun burnt. Feeling my skin burn and I take my swimsuit off. I wince at the pain.I grab the after sun lotion out of my bag and squirt some onto my hand, trying my best to reach my shoulders and back. With no luck, I call for Hyunjin from inside the tent. Shortly after, he sticks his head through the door and asks what’s wrong. “Nothing.. I just need help with this.” I say, handing him the lotion. He smiles and takes the lotion from my hand. Squirting some into his. I turn around and move my hair out of the way. Hyunjin takes notice in the purple and blue hickeys scattered down my neck. Causing a smirk to spread across his face. “You’re so beautiful.” His whispers as he begins to gently massage the lotion into my back. “Thank you.” I whisper, a small blush showing across my cheeks. “I mean it y/n, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He plants a small kiss right on top of one of the hickeys. He stay in that position, wrapping his arms around my stomach. “One thing i want to ask though…” he whispers in my ear? I hum in response. “Will you be my girlfriend?” He asks. And wide smile comes across my face and I bite my lip. Turning around to look at him. I wrap my arms around his neck and set my forehead on his. “Only if you’ll be my boyfriend I say. He chuckles and grabs my legs, causing my legs to wrap around his waist. He carries me to the air mattress, laying me down. He lays down next to me, rubbing his hand through my hair and sliding it behind my ear. “I think I’ve been your boyfriend in my head for a very long time.” He chuckles.

Part 5

[shiftingconfessions]

I have some things to say to shiftdom:

Firstly, for those of you who haven't shifted yet, don't think it automatically gets easier after the first time. I shifted fully once. It wasn't for hours or days it was for months. I'm never going back to that reality, but I haven't been able to shift anywhere since. It was almost a year and a half ago.

Secondly, I think a lot of ya'll are dreaming and thinking its shifting (especially after shifting for a fat period of time). Shifting stories that are definitely vivid dreams and shifting stories that are actual shifting experiences are like night and day. People who dream and claim to shift describe it in a slightly hazey way. They seem pretty emotionally distant to it. The sequences of events don't seem like reality. And the people who say they only spent a few hours in their dr. Yeah, thats a dream. You did not go through all of that effort to go back a few hours later. Not to be mean, but be honest with yourself.

Also, I don't think people take their dr relationships seriously. I don't think they take their dr lives seriously. Why do you have a poll for whos gonna be your significant other? Ya'll over on shifttok especially, writing some wattpad imagines ass scenarios. This is real life. Even if shifting isn't actually going through the multiverse and it isn't real life, then it feels exactly like it.

Adding onto that, I think that all of you cling way to hard onto the idea of traveling an infinite multiverse. I think too many of you are talking about proving shifting exists through proving the existence of other realities. There are literally dozens and dozens of anecdotes of people experiencing things like shifting (that is, living basically a whole other life that feels as real as this one that can be for literal decades at a time and is definitely not a dream) without calling it shifting. But your go to argument for shifting is "some physicists believe in a multiverse!!!" come on.

On an unrelated note, I ate two things of sugar free gummy bears today. Pray for me, ya'll.

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[frogspond200]

𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗

Requested by: Anon

Ask: do you think it would be ok for you to wright something about candy queen thank you and if not that ok

Warning: None

Date: 9/15/23

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Candy Queen loved to surprise her s/o with extravagant candy-themed gifts and gestures. Whether it was a room filled with cotton candy clouds or a chocolate fountain that flowed endlessly, she spared no expense to make her s/o feel cherished.

They loved hosting extravagant parties in the Candy Kingdom. With candy-themed decorations, colorful guests, and a dance floor made of gummy bears, their parties were legendary (according to her)

Late at night, they would share their dreams and secrets, wrapped in a blanket of candy-scented pillows. These intimate moments were when they felt closest, their love stronger than any sweet treat.

Candy Queen’s role as a ruler was always intertwined with her role as a partner. She supported her s/o’s goals and aspirations, even when it meant making difficult decisions that affected the Candy castle.

Candy Queen and her s/o had numerous traditions, from sharing a candy apple on their anniversary to having a yearly candy hunt in the Candy Kingdom, which always ended with a special prize hidden inside a giant lollipop.

Through thick and thin, their love remained unbreakable. They faced challenges, villains, and the occasional candy-related disaster together, emerging stronger and even more in love each time.

[dira333]

Roll the Dice Drabbles - Koganegawa & Karma

You don’t really believe in Karma. If you did, you’d probably try a little harder to do good every day. Life is already hard as it is without having to feel like every good deed not done will result in a punishment later.

That still doesn’t explain why you’re here, though.

Here, that’s the seat next to Yachi Hitoka, resident sweetheart of your College Class. You call her a sweetheart because you’re friends with her and you don’t feel threatened by her grades, her looks, or the fact that she got an internship when everyone else was still wondering if their major was the right fit for them.

Well if you’d believe in Karma, it could all be easily explained. 

Because you noticed her having an anxiety attack in the line at the coffee shop and actually did something about it. You know, unlike the other times when you might have been able to help but were too shy to speak up.

“Here.” You had tapped her on the shoulder, offering her some of your gummy bears with a hand that was shaking just as much as her body. “Sweets always calm me down.”

That had been almost a year ago. 

As it turned out, Yachi Hitoka was in three of your classes, lived near you and liked Volleyball. And as it turned out, you seemed to have a thing for Volleyball Players. Or rather, one Volleyball player, singular. And that guy played on the same time as Yachi’s High school friend.

“Hello Tsukishima-kun!” Hitoka called out next to you and waved. 

The blond turned, nodded at her and turned back around. The setter next to him with the adorable black streak in his hair and the cute tilt to his smile turned to look at the two of you as well. Your cheeks burned with heat when he caught you staring. 

Hitoka laughed next to you when you buried your head in your arms. 

“You gotta wave too.” She encouraged you, her left elbow digging into your side. “And call his name.”

“He already saw me staring at him. He’s going to think I’m a stalker.”

“Why would he think you’re a stalker? You’re only watching his game.”

“Yeah, that’s even worse.” You groan. “He probably thinks I’m just really into Volleyball.”

This is the sixth game you’ve watched in person. Your crush had started innocently, during your second year of High school, when your school had been to the Nationals - like every year - and you had performed with the marching band - like every year.

But there was Dateko Tech, playing at the Nationals for the first time in years and instead of watching the Miya brothers play like most of your school did, you watched Koganegawa. 

You living in Hyogo should have put an end to that silly crush. 

But then you got a scholar ship to your dream school in Tokyo. And you met Yachi. And Yachi was friends with Tsukishima who just so happened to play in the same team as Koganegawa. And your silly little crush had not faded from the first time you’d seen him on a Volleyball Court. 

If you’d believe in Karma, than this would be the punishment for all the good deeds not done. Being so close to your crush and still unable to speak to him. Just because you’re shy.

“Y/N, Hitoka.” Tsukishima greets you after the game. You’ve learned that he’s easier to be around after he’s played a game, but only when he’s won. He’s a bit cranky when he looses.

Kyoutani is  two steps behind him, wearing his usual expression of annoyance that can only be seen when they a) just won and b) Koganegawa’s arm is slung around his shoulders and he’s talking a mile a minute.

You’re tense, like you usually are when Koganegawa is in earshot. You’re hyper aware of everything going on around you, like you usually are when there are more than three people present.

“Would you want to go out with me?” 

Okay maybe you’re not as aware of your surroundings as you should be. Because Tsukishima’s words take you by surprise. 

You look at Hitoka who’s blinking in surprise. But she’s not blushing, which means he’s not talking to her. You look to your right, but there’s no one there.

“Are you talking to me?” Your voice breaks in the middle. God, you’re so embarrassing.

“Yeah.” Tsukishima is scary when he looks at you like that. Like a bird of prey, just waiting to attack.

“I-” You catch sight of Koganegawa behind him. He doesn’t look surprised. He looks- angry?

“I’msosorrybutIdonotlikeyoulikethat!” You press through your teeth as you bow with an impressive speed, turning away before he can get another word in and run away