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nothing’s gonna hurt you baby (carmy x f!reader) -- Part 3

Pairing: carmen berzatto x fem!reader

Content: 18+.

Word Count: 6.3k

Warnings/Tags: cursing/foul-language, smoking, angst, panic attack, hurt/comfort (does it count as hurt if the hurt is mental anguish?)

Chapter Synopsis: Your mom tries to help your restaurant progress by flying out her friend-of-a-friend from New York City. You’d rather eat glass than work with a pompous, Chef from New York but you agree to meet with him.

You and Carmy have a rare moment of vulnerability.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

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Carmy lit a cigarette and exhaled slowly. He sat outside his restaurant while looking across the street. He didn’t see the usual construction workers and assumed whatever interior projects must’ve finished. He didn’t see any furniture inside either. Or you. He didn’t see you. He flicked ashes off to the side.

“Cousin, you good?” Richie sidled next to him and offered an empty hand to bum a drag from his cigarette and Carmy passed it to him.

“Yeah, why?”

“You don’t usually smoke out front.” Richie said after taking a long inhale, exhaling through his nostrils, and Carmy shrugged.

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You stared at the white ceiling and dragged both hands down your face. You sat up and discovered half of your bed covered in a montage of furniture catalogs and food magazines. You hadn’t hired a chef, but you figured you could come up with a menu on your own. After all, you were doing everything else on your own. Another task or two? Fine. You could handle it. You were unstoppable. You were a third-generation genius. The only thing worse than failure was not trying at all.

You lifted your phone from your nightstand to see an infuriating text from Tim that read: ‘Electrician will be late. Should arrive by 2. Thx.’

You were two bad days away from firing Tim and hiring literally anyone else. Why did your grandfather hire him in the first place? His employees were always late, they were always backlogged, and they always had to drive to east-bumfuck-nowhere to find specific parts. You inhaled deeply through your nose, expanding your chest, and then released it all in a big, suffering sigh. You allowed yourself one pity moment per week for no more than thirty seconds.

“Grow up. Get over it.” You said to yourself before pushing aside the covers.

You swept all the magazines off your bed, and they fluttered to the floor like confetti. After making your bed, you scooped them together with the intention of piling them and putting them on your nightstand.

“Shit!” You hissed, retracting your hand, and sucking the pad of your thumb. You pulled your mouth away and glared at the paper cut welling with a pinprick of blood. “It’s going to be one of those days, huh?”

You left the magazines in a sloppy pile on the ground. You’d deal with it tonight. Or tomorrow. You opened your medicine cabinet and wrapped your thumb in a plain, beige bandage. Your eyes lifted to your mirror and fell upon your bruise. Fucker. You hated that he was right. You did think of him every time you looked in the mirror. Goddamn…arrogant…fucker.

You leaned forward, inspecting the love-bite, and scowled. At least it’s gotten smaller. You reached for your makeup bag and searched for your foundation.

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“Mom, that’s not necessary.” You said whilst shoving your cereal bowl into the top rack of your cluttered dishwasher. Unfortunately, it wasn’t going to fit like this. Annoying. You tucked your phone into the crook of your shoulder and picked up a glass cup to try and make room.

“Ah, fuck!” You shouted as the glass slipped from your fingers and shattered on the hardwood. “Son of—"

Your mom continued talking, unperturbed, “Honey, he’s already flying into O’Hare. My assistant is going to pick him up and bring him to your restaurant. He came highly recommended.”

“I understand that.” You said, setting your phone on speaker and grabbing a dustpan and small broom from under the sink. “Can’t you just send him back to New York?”

“We’ve talked about this. He is Beverly’s sisters’ friend who used to work in a restaurant owned by—”

“I know, I know.” You tried to cut in. You already heard this a dozen times and you always told her ‘No. I don’t want his help’ And ‘No, thank you, Mom. You don’t need to call your friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend like this is some pyramid scheme and have a fucko from New York to help me’.

“--Bobby Flay.” She talked over you. “You are in charge of hiring and firing. But you should at least hear him out, listen to his ideas, and ask for his advice.”

You rolled your eyes. You would rather eat the glass you were cleaning up than to get advice from a New York City Chef. You plucked a large shard off the floor and stared absently at the shiny, clear edge that glistened in the bright morning light. Vaguely, you could hear your mom talking, but it sounded like it came from inside a subway tunnel. It didn’t look that sharp.

You tossed it into the dustpan and resumed sweeping the tiny, crystalline pieces from the floor.

“You said you didn’t have a menu, right?” She asked.

“I’m working on one.”

“Great! He can look it over with you.” She said cheerily. “You’re doing everything on your own sweetheart, and you don’t need to be. Let someone help.”

You remained kneeling on the floor, dustpan in hand, and leaned your head into the side of your countertop. You couldn’t dip out sick. You couldn’t be sick. You were going to put your shoes on. You were going to get your coat. And you were going to meet this Chef. Grow up. Get over it.

You were going to do it because you had no other choice. You couldn’t drive him back to the airport and say “See ya!” Your mother’s reputation would suffer. Your reputation would suffer. You had been in the game long enough to know how reputation either supported or shattered you. You swallowed your pride and it cut your throat to ribbons on the way down.

You tossed the broken glass into the trash and picked up your phone, turning off speaker, “What did you say his name was?”

“Joel.”

“Great.” You said wryly. “I’ll see him soon.”

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You paced outside your restaurant with both hands tucked into your leather duster. It felt like an eternity passed before Veronica arrived in a sleek black Cadillac and a tall, white dude with glasses stepped out. He wore a tailored blue suit, and his hair was clearly gelled or moussed or something. He looked polished. He looked like every guy you went to college with who attended a fraternity and then got a job at their daddy’s law firm. Veronica gave you a pointed look that you deciphered as “BE NICE!” You’d try your best. You really, really would.

“You must be Joel.” You said flatly. “My mom spoke highly of you.”

“She spoke highly of you as well. Hello.” He shook your hand with both of his.

You took a fortifying inhale as Joel turned to grab his briefcase from Veronica. You slipped off the reality of the exhausted, over-worked first-time restaurant owner who desperately didn’t want to fuck this up and plastered a sweet, congenial smile on your face. You opened the front door and made a grandiose sweeping gesture for him to enter first.

Veronica waved goodbye, “Text me if you need anything!” She said in her faint south-London accent. Her bright red hair and equally bright blue eyeshadow disappeared behind the tinted windows of her Cadillac. You faintly heard the thumping bass of techno music as Veronica pulled away and you smiled to yourself before facing Joel.

“It gets good natural light. I like these bay windows.” He said, gesturing to them while surveying the space, and nodding. “Can I see the kitchen?”

“That’s where the magic happens.” Joel didn’t even crack a smile at your joke. Ok, dick. Get the spatula out of your ass. Jesus.

You slipped in front of him and led him to the back. You installed two gas stoves with convection ovens, and a walk-in freezer and fridge. You had plenty of shelves and storage space. The kitchen was well-lit with energy-saving and eco-friendly fluorescent lights. Naturally, the place was sterile because no one had cooked in here. Your heart stuttered at the weight of – everything – (there was a reason you didn’t like to wander into the empty kitchen), and you shoved your hands into your pockets before Joel noticed them shaking.

He ran his fingers across the top of the shelves. “What model are the stoves?”

“Uh…” You racked your brain for the answer, “SABA.”

“Hm.” He pressed his lips together, “I really would’ve gone with Vulcan or Garland.”

Your façade dissolved like cotton candy in water. How dare he? These were the make and models that your grandfather picked out. Your grandfather who was opening restaurants since before this asshole was in diapers. Granddad did his research. He spoke to vendors. He scoured reviews and talked to other restaurant owners and talked to chefs. He didn’t Google ‘Best Stove 2022’, order it, and move on with his day.

“Yeah, next time I’ve got a couple grand lying around I’ll swap them out.” You said coolly.

Joel continued to prowl around the kitchen, asking questions, and you trailed after him and glared at the back of his head. For every question he asked, your answer always seemed to underwhelm him. He’d press his lips together and go “Hm” and then say some bullshit like, ‘in my restaurant we have three thermometers on the fridge. You should do that too.’ or sometimes he’d just say “Hm” and that was worse somehow. The side of your tongue ached with the frequency of your bites against it.

You loved your mom. You respected her career, her diligence, and ambition. You were not going to kick out the fancy five-star Chef only because you loved her more than you hated him. It was a very small margin though. You sat together on the metal stools within your kitchen and Joel opened his briefcase. He looked like a shitty lawyer.

“You have a menu, correct?” He asked.

“I have ideas for a menu.” You admitted with a pointed look to your clean, flat ceiling. You wondered if you could sneak away to the bathroom, text Veronica, and get him out without it being suspicious.

“That’s alright. Ideas are good. What are they?”

You blinked, confused, and met his inquisitive gaze. This entire walkthrough he had only criticism to say. Now he wanted to share ideas? Incredible. A flexible Chef. What a concept! You couldn’t keep the sarcastic tone out of your own thoughts.

“Do you actually want to work for me?” You asked instead of answering his question.

He interlaced his fingers together on his lap, “I’d like to.”

“Why?”

“You’re intelligent, well-educated, and ambitious. I know your family. I know your grandfather’s history. And I know you were named one of the up-and-coming entrepreneurs in 2020 after your success during the merger between Cincinnati general electric and Fiber-Midwest. You were their financial and acquisitions manager right?”

“One of my many jobs while working for them, yeah.” You shrugged. It wasn’t the most impressive thing on your track sheet. However, you respected that Joel did his homework. Hell, you probably should’ve done some homework yourself so you could have had more of an advantage in this conversation.

“You’re fearless.” He said it so plainly like it was a simple fact of the universe. “Of course, I'd want to work with you.”

Flattery doesn’t work on you most of the time. But today, you were staring down the barrel of your June opening date, the customer bathroom electricity was fucked, and your electrician was running late, you had no furniture beyond your office and kitchen equipment, there was no hired staff, no menu, and your mom was right—you couldn’t do this alone.

You held out your hand. “Show me your menu.”

The menu was two-sided, the front for breakfast and the opposite side for brunch. There were a few classic dishes like eggs and toast. But a majority of the menu was fancier shit—poached rhubarb syrup on sourdough with cream cheese, wild mushroom bruschetta, smoked salmon eggs benedict, and an iced ‘tonic’ drink made with kale, Fuji apple, and cucumber. You drummed your fingers against the protective plastic lamination.

“Wow this is…”

“Impressive?” He assumed.

“A lot.” You said, looking up at him, “I’ve talked to the people around here and they like the simpler stuff. Sausage and egg on an English muffin. Good bacon. Strong coffee. We’re not reinventing the wheel here.”

“I thought you wanted to make this place special. Anyone and their grandmother could walk to McDonald’s and get a breakfast sandwich.” Joel said, leaning forward in his stool to meet your eyes. You grimaced at your fatigued blurry reflection in his glasses.

“I’m just saying – I think we’d have more success with a simpler menu. I mean what even is--croque madame?”

“The description is on the menu below the name.”

“Yeah, I fucking see that.” You rolled your eyes. “But I don’t know what a gruyère, gratinéed béchamel is.”

“Gruyère is a type of hard Swiss cheese. A béchamel is a type of sauce, and gratinéed describes how the cheese is prepared into the sauce.” He explained monotonously.

You set the menu down on the counter beside you and carded both hands through your hair. It all sounded very nice. Incredibly fancy. It sounded like the menu for one of your grandfather’s restaurants. You just couldn’t figure out why you weren’t happier about it. You should be shaking his hand and empathetically thanking him for his time and effort and knowledge.

Instead, you wanted to slam your forehead into the metal preparation table until you saw God.

“We should check the competition while I’m here.” Joel slid off his stool and his knee bumped into yours.

“The Beef is not our competition. They’re a sandwich shop.” The words were out before you could stop them. The side of your neck burned hot with memory. You rubbed your hand along it and some of the foundation rubbed off in a chalky powder onto your palm. You wiped it off across your thigh.

You blinked and shook your head, “Sorry. I don’t know…why I said that. You’re right. Let’s go.”

The second you were outside, you pulled your pack of cigarettes out of your pocket and slid one between your lips. The walk would take less than a minute but that was more than enough time for a drag or two. Besides, it was the lunch rush. There might be a line and you could loiter outside for a few minutes and harvest a few more pulls.

“You smoke?” Joel asked, frowning.

“You don’t?”

“No. I don’t.” He scoffed. “You should quit. They’re terrible for you.” He reached into his pocket and held out a small package of gum, “Here. Chew this instead.”

“Thanks!” You snatched up the entire foil-wrapped package, tucked it in your pocket, and lit your cigarette. Joel pursed his lips and squinted at you through the haze of smoke. He waved his hand to dispel the gray, blue-ish plumes and walked away toward the crosswalk.

You grinned.

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You shuffled along in the line behind Joel. On principal, you weren’t going to order anything, but you weren’t going to stop Joel from getting a sandwich. The inside of The Beef was about as chaotic as you expected given the perpetual state of exhaustion Carmy carried on his shoulders. Richie kept yelling and then cursing at the iPad in front of him. You pushed the piece of gum around in your mouth, rolling your tongue, and snapping a bubble between your back teeth.

“Hey sweetheart, what can I get ya?” Richie said whilst ignoring Joel. You noticed Richie favored the familiar faces over the unfamiliar.

“Ice water.”

Joel looked down his nose at you. “You should eat something.”

“No.” You said flatly. Your tone brokered no argument. You narrowed your eyes up at Joel and he sighed, pulling out his wallet, and ordering a hot and sweet sandwich for himself. You broke away from the line and peered over the deli counter. You could see into the kitchen. You weren’t trying to peep or snoop. Not intentionally.

Your eyes locked with Carmy’s through the narrow service window. Your heart ballooned in your chest, and you inhaled deeply like this was your first God’s honest breath you took all day. It was only a second. Barely a second. Yet you felt it stretch like saltwater taffy between your teeth. You were standing in a crowded room with Richie’s laughter filling your ears. He stood in the kitchen with white ticket tape pinched between his fingers.

Joel’s hand touched your shoulder and it snapped whatever spell that momentarily took hold of you. You blinked rapidly and looked up at him. “Yeah?”

He held his phone against his ear, “Hey, I gotta take this. Grab the sandwiches.”

“Please and thank you. God, they really don’t teach manners in culinary school.” You muttered to yourself as he walked out of The Beef.

Richie leaned against the counter, snorted, and jerked a thumb toward the door, “Who was that guy?”

You rubbed your forehead with your hand. “He’s a walking headache.”

“Yeah, no shit. Is he your boyfriend?”

You leveled Richie with A Look. “No. Ew.”

“He’s not your type, huh?” Richie asked. You were about to tell him to tend to his customers and stop trying to hit on you, but the kitchen door pushed open and Carmy said your name with urgency.

“Can I talk to you for a sec?” He said. His weary, blue eyes were uncharacteristically wild. Then again, maybe it was a side-effect of being at work during the lunch rush. Your interactions thus far were limited to after hours. A quick glance to the front confirmed that Joel was still on his phone. You shrugged, collecting your cup of ice water from Richie, and Carmy motioned for you to follow him behind the counter.

You passed behind Richie, wove quickly through the tight kitchen space, and around the dishwashing station. You noticed the quick, confused glances of the staff. Marcus smiled at you. However, Carmy didn’t address anyone or explain anything. He moved through the space with determined, quick strides and expected you to follow. He flattened his palm against a heavy, black door and pushed it open for you.

“Tell me you aren’t working with that asshole.” Carmy said the second the door swung shut and you were alone within a semi-private spot. He paced in a small circle with his hands on his hips.

“Oh my God!” You laughed, bewildered yet unsurprised. “You are such a control freak!”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. First, Carmy tells you to close before it’s too late, and now he had the audacity to tell you who you should or shouldn’t hire. It was your establishment. Not his. How many times would you dance this little dance? It was getting repetitive and obnoxious.

He stopped pacing and stared at you. “Don’t work with him. Just don’t. Trust me, okay? Don’t.”

“Stop trying to micro-manage my business.” You said angrily.

“I’m not fucking trying to micro-manage you. I’m—”

“Helping?” You interrupted hotly.

Carmy pressed his palms together, bringing his hands to the front of his mouth, and exhaled heavily. “I worked with him in New York.” His eyes squeezed tightly together in a harsh blink. “D-don’t – Don’t – “

You waited for Carmy to elaborate. You waited for him to tell you that there was some Big Scandal. Your brow furrowed at the rapid rise and fall of Carmy’s chest and the wild flare of his nostrils. He wasn’t looking at you anymore. His eyes were wide and glossed over and focused on the ground. You set your cup down on the bench and approached him, carefully, with your hands outstretched.

“Whoa, hey. Hey!” You squeezed his strong, solid biceps. “Carmy. Carmen.”

Your hands trailed across his warm skin, down his arms, and to his hands which were interlaced tightly in front of his chin—his grip white-knuckled and trembling. You covered your hands over his. His fingers were a sailor’s knot with no hope of disentanglement. You settled for gently squeezing and flexing your fingers over his.

“Breathe with me, Carmy. Come on. Breathe in.” You took a lungful of air and exhaled nosily with your lips shaped in a round ‘o’. “And out.”

His eyes found yours through the miasma of terror and panic. You nodded a little with your eyes locked onto his, “Breathe in.” You slipped one hand from his and cupped his cheek. You could faintly feel rough stubble on his skin. You hoped the varied tactile sensations would ground him.

“And out. Like this. You can do it.” You mimicked the deep breathing technique again. Carmy followed you this time, breathing slowly, and his inhale rattled like the wooden deck of an old ship.

“Good. That’s good.” You smiled, “Just keep breathing with me, okay? That’s all we gotta do right now.” His hand beneath yours abruptly shifted and gripped your palm firmly. You gently squeezed his hand with each inhale and lessened the pressure of your grip on each exhale.

Carmy leaned forward ever-so-slightly. His forehead pressed against yours. Your co-joined hands, twisted together, remained at chin level. His breath ghosted across your knuckles and a tremor raced down your spine. His eyes brightened. He held your gaze, though now you felt like he was actually looking at you and wasn’t lost in a memory. You were completely enraptured.

“Still with me?” You asked softly as your bandaged thumb gingerly stroked his cheek in the space below his eye.

He nodded slowly and his hold on your hand slackened. “Yeah.”

You cleared your throat and drew your hand away from his face. He caught your wrist briefly and gave a pointed look to your bandage, “How’d that happen?”

“I was juggling knives.” You said before hiding your hands in your coat. Your hands tingled and prickled. It was probably because of the death-grip Carmy had. You were getting your circulation back. That was it.

“I figured if the restaurant business didn’t work out, I might apply for like the circus.”

He cracked a small, close-lipped smile. Your stomach did an acrobatic flip. The tension of what happened laid heavy like fresh fallen snow in the space between you. You didn’t know what to say or how to address the fact that Carmy had a panic attack in front of you. You doubted he knew what to say either. It wasn’t every day you had a breakdown in front of someone you fucked and had a weird semi-antagonistic relationship with.

Carmy cleared his throat and wiped his palms against the front of his apron.

It was best to not mention anything. After all, it would be less embarrassing for the both of you. You observed a fissure in the dark pavement and your heart thundered mercilessly against your rib cage. You couldn’t bear to look at him. You didn’t want to see the story etched out across his face.

“I better go.” You said, before holding out your ice water and rattling it, “Try putting an ice cube in your mouth next time.” The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them, sounding awkward to your own ears, and you mentally winced. This was entirely too personal.

“Anyway, I’ve got work to do. You’ve got work to do.” You said in a rush, “See you around.”

It was impressive – really impressive – how you managed to talk without making any eye-contact whatsoever. Your gazed danced around in the air, refusing to settle on Carmy, like a bird nervous to take flight. You didn’t give Carmy time to reply. You were already halfway around the building and practically speed-walking to meet up again with Joel at the front.

“Where were you? Where are the sandwiches?” He said upon seeing you round the corner.

“Ah, fuck! Right.” You ducked back into The Beef and shimmied past the construction workers in line.

“There she is!” Richie announced with a smile, “Where did you and Carmy go? You guys uh--” His smile turned into a smirk, and he clicked his tongue. The implication was clearer than the water stain on the ceiling tile above his head.

“Listen, I’m not judging. I mean – it’s a little fucked because we’re in the middle of lunch but I kind of respect it, you know?" Richie said with laughter in his voice.

“Yes! That is exactly what I was doing, Richie.” You interrupted dryly before he could go on a tangent and grabbed your sandwiches from the countertop. “I was having wild and completely silent sex in the alleyway.” You said mockingly.

You side-stepped an older woman and held the sandwiches, greasy wrapper included, against your chest.

Once outside, you passed Joel his sandwich. And then it hit you.

“Wait.” You scowled. “Why the fuck didn’t you get the sandwiches?” Also, there were two of them – which was grating because you didn’t order one.

“You said you’d get them.” He said frankly.

“You know what? No. Nope. You don’t deserve it.” You snatched the sandwich out of Joel’s hand. You knew of a homeless person who usually posted-up at the corner of a nearby bank. You walked off in that direction with the warm sandwiches staining grease onto the front of your shirt.

“Excuse me?” He yelled after you. You ignored him. “Hey!” You could hear his footsteps now, his strides longer than yours and catching up quick, “I paid for those.”

“I’m doing you a favor. Their food is trash.” You said, a little breathless, and Carmy’s haunted expression flashed in front of your eyes.

“Didn’t you see how they ran the place? Completely unprofessional. They have a C in the window for Christ’s sake.” You continued.

You didn’t know if the food at The Beef was good or not, but you were at your limit with Joel. He was worse than your average egomaniac Chef. He ignored your wishes, he was judgmental, and downright rude. You didn’t know what happened between Joel and Carmy, but Carmy freaked the fuck out while talking about Joel. Details be damned. Carmy’s reaction told you everything you needed to know.

“I think you’re overreacting. We need to try it.” He said, keeping pace with you, “We can’t structure our restaurant if we don’t know the other options. We’re going to be a breakfast and brunch location, but we could expand in the future.”

You were forced to stop walking at an intersection. The cars sped down the street, your hair whipped around your face, and your temper boiled over. “Stop saying ‘we’!”

Joel actually looked crestfallen.

“What? Why?”

Your eyes widened. Was he seriously this delusional? Good God. At this point, you’d take the damage to your reputation if it meant Joel was out of your life faster.

“Because I’m not hiring you.” You said coldly. “It’s not a good fit.”

“Why not?”

“Do you always question people’s decisions?” You asked with a low simmer of heat to your words. “It’s my restaurant. It belongs to me. I decide who works there. It’s not my late grandfather’s choice. It’s not my mom’s. It’s mine.”

Joel tilted forward to be eye-level with you. “You’re making a mistake. Do you know how many restaurants would beg to have me working there?”

“Great. You can work for them then.” You said unflinchingly. You caught the crosswalk signal flashing white out of the corner of your eye. “Have a nice flight back to New York.”

Joel did not follow you across the street. You found the man you were thinking of near the parking garage of the bank. He sat next to a shopping cart filled with filled plastic bags and wore a faded, grimy Chicago Cubs baseball cap. He looked at you with befuddled, watery brown eyes.

“Weird question, but I got an extra sandwich. Do you want it? And can I sit and eat with you?” You said while offering the sandwich.

“What is it?” He said gruffly. His voice was a deep timbre and ragged around the edges.

“It’s from Chicagoland Beef. It’s a hot and sweet or something.” You shrugged, “I hear it’s good.”

The man frowned a little and accepted it. “You got any cigarettes?”

You sat on the sidewalk next to him, “Yeah.”

“Can I have one?” He asked after taking a bite of his sandwich. You unwrapped your sandwich on your lap and plucked your last two cigarettes out of the pack. You wordlessly passed them over the stranger. You could buy another pack on your way home. Or you could ask Carmy again…a small, selfish, and stupid part of your brain whispered.

“God Bless you.” The man said and slid a cigarette behind each ear. You picked up the sandwich, sighed, and mentally prepared yourself to be grossly disappointed. Chicagoland Beef wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t sleek, or modern, or Instagram-worthy. It wasn’t a five-star bistro. It was a restaurant only in business due to nostalgia. The regulars kept it alive which meant it wouldn’t be good. It would be sub-par at best.

“Holy shit.” You spoke around a mouthful of beef, “Holy fucking shit. You’re kidding me.”

The man snickered and nodded. “It’s good, right?”

“It’s fucking divine.”

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It was fucking cold the next morning which was obnoxious to contend with as you stood outside The Beef/Chicagoland. You bounced a little in place and rapt your knuckles against the glass front door. You considered going to the parking lot and knocking on the metal door, but that felt weird and intrusive. You didn’t work here. Nope. It was better to keep things super professional going forward. No more bumming cigarettes, no more fucking in the backseat, and no more terrifyingly intimate moments of shared vulnerability.

You were going to stick to your side of the street starting today.

A young Black woman wearing a colorful scarf around her head to protect her box braids answered the door with an elongated, “Hellooo?”

“H-hi. Um – is Carmy – wow this is weird. I’m not a stalker, just FYI, but is Carmy here?”

“Okay, you do realize that sounds like something a stalker would say, right?”

You snorted. “I do realize that.” You gave her your name. She twisted her lips wryly, shut the door, and left you on the chilly sidewalk.

You squinted up the sky and scattered ashen clouds dotted across a blue canvas. The eastern sunrise slashed radiant yellow-orange light through the taller buildings of Chicago. You couldn’t believe you were up this early just to ensure you talked to Carmy before the day started. Then again, it wasn’t like you slept much the night before. You spent over two hours on the phone with your mom conducting damage control after the fallout with Joel. Lucky for him – you were generously compensating him for his time and that should (in theory) reduce any hard or bitter feelings. The rest of the evening was confined to your couch and watching cooking competition shows for inspiration. You yawned behind your fist and blinked away the tired tears that blossomed.

Carmy opened the door, “Jesus, it’s cold as fuck out here.” He titled his head to the side to signal you to walk into the building. You searched his face briefly, unintentionally scanning it for any lingering anxiety, but Carmy looked as he always did - sleep deprived and worn thin. At least he was consistent.

“I’m not going to work with Joel.” You blurted, “He’s a dick.”

Carmy nodded. “Okay.” He said while wiping his hands on a white towel that was identical to the one in his other apron pocket. You chewed your lower lip. It was now or never, wasn’t it? It was time to stay on your side of the street. Your heart skipped in anticipation. Every instinct in your bones told you to say a gruff farewell and bolt from the restaurant. It was always easier to run than to admit you were wrong.

Grow up. Get over it.

“And I’m sorry I was such an asshole to you.” You looked at the framed photos on the wall instead of looking at him, “You were right, and I was being unfair.” You shrugged and the nape of your neck burned with mortification.

“You already apologized for that.” He said casually. “Truce, remember?”

Oh good. He got your note. Carmy inhaled sharply at the beginning of a thought. Your feet itched to hit the pavement at a breakneck speed. But you forced yourself to stay put and see the conversation through until the end. How was it that you could fearlessly stare down a boardroom of geriatric Viagra-popping executives and yet in front of Carmy all you wanted to do was run?

“About yesterday…” He began.

You swallowed roughly and nerves electrified across your skin.

“You know, the – uh –when I – I –“ He whispered with a cautious look over his shoulder to the kitchen.

“Freaked out?” You said softly with a pointed lift to your eyebrows.

“Yeah.”

You sensed he might thank you and you couldn’t have that happening. The various events that happened behind The Beef of Chicagoland were best if left unmentioned. Your relationship to Carmen Berzatto going forward would be impersonal. It would be professional with a capital “P”.

“Don’t worry about it.” You pressed your lips together. “Shit happens.”

You couldn’t tell if his expression was relieved or disappointed. If he wants to talk about his mental health, he can talk to a therapist. You strengthened your spine and configured your expression into perfect neutrality.

“Okay, okay. Yeah.” He blinked a few times, nodding quickly, “Well, thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” You said while giving him one of those awkward, tight-lipped smiles people do when they cross someone on the street. Really, don’t. You mentally pleaded. Your pulse thrummed bellowed your jaw. OK. It was time to leave. You knew that. He knew that. Why weren’t you saying goodbye? You inhaled shortly and parted your lips.

Marcus’ voice called your name from the kitchen, and he walked into the front of house a second later. He purposefully carried a small, paper to-go boxed container.

“Hi Marcus!” You said instead of saying farewell to Carmy. Your mood instantly buoyed. Marcus held the container out to you with a bashful, kind-hearted smile.

“This is for you.”

“What is it?” You said at the same time Carmy said, “What’s that?”

Marcus shrugged one big shoulder, “I wanted to thank you for giving me the opportunity to interview with you. I am going to stay here, though. Just so we’re clear.”

You couldn’t help but smile a little up at him. “I get it. We’re clear.” You held the little box safely against your chest in reverence. No one gave you a gift after an interview before. It was remarkably sweet. You said a quick farewell and carried the box back to your restaurant with a small, dazed smile on your face.

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“Chef Carmy!” Ebra whispered at him. They snuck a look through the deli window when she arrived, so early in the morning, with her nose pink from the cold. Everyone in the kitchen was curious.

“Yes, Chef?” Carmy replied while rapidly chopping onions. He sniffed and wiped his nose on his shoulder.

“That was your girlfriend?” Ebra asked with an encouraging nod.

“What?” He shot him a confused, exasperated look. “No. No, man. Just – let’s focus on prep, yeah? Okay? Tina, where you at on the stock?”

“One more hour, Jeff.” Tina replied.

“Then she is Marcus’ girlfriend.” He guessed.

“Ebra – No.” Carmy stopped cutting and set his knife down, “I don’t know if she’s anyone’s girlfriend, alright? And it doesn’t matter. She just - she came by to tell me something. That was it. Can we move on. Please?”

“Marcus gave her a slice of cake and you did not get upset.”

“He –“ Carmy sighed and picked up his knife again, “We’ve got five slices all day. We’re not behind. It’s fine.”

Ebra pursed his lips and nodded solemnly. Carmy refocused on his task at hand with relief running through his veins. He didn’t want to think about you and the tender, soft expression on your face yesterday.

He didn’t want to think about the easy-going smile you gifted Marcus.

He didn’t want to think about your light perfume and sweat clinging to his skin.

He didn’t want to think about how your eyes glistened after seeing the magazine cover before you promptly blinked it away.

He didn’t want to think about the way your cigarette dangled from your plush lower lip when you first met.

He slammed his knife down with more force than necessary. Fuck.

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You sat alone in your pristine, sleek, and silver kitchen. Joel’s pretentious menu laid open on the counter and you set Marcus’ box beside it. Opening it revealed a layered slice of chocolate cake. You laughed lightly and grabbed a fork.

The first bite is wonderfully moist and dense with dark-chocolate flavor. A memory unfurled against your tongue and in the pockets of your cheeks. A memory of birthday parties, chasing your cousins barefoot through the grass, the happiest moments of your family were always when they came together to celebrate something or someone. You set the fork down and stare, unseeing, at the wall.

It doesn’t have to be a restaurant. It could be a bakery. This kitchen could produce cupcakes and tiered cakes with loving, creative designs. Your grandfather never owned a bakery. His business and legacy was locked into flipping old buildings and turning them into upscale dining and haute cuisine.

But fine dining wasn’t you. You didn’t want to run a business with fancy cheese brunches and raspberries imported from Spain. Your stomach twisted inside-out at the thought of it. You pushed Joel’s menu into the nearby trash and tucked your feet under the metal rung of your stool.

You lifted the container of cake and took another bite while smiling.

> Part Four (nsfw)

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Trust - Natasha Romanoff x fem reader

summary: The Avengers confront you too harshly about your relationship status with Nat leading her to snap. Did her words break everything for good?

warnings: ANGST, negative (partly suicidal?) thoughts, insults

word count: 1.802

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“So … spill the beans! Since when are you two dating?”, Clint greeted Natasha and you when you entered the kitchen to eat breakfast.

“What are you talking about?”, Nat questioned.

“Oh, come on! It's so obvious!”, Clint exclaimed.

“You two are always sleeping in the same room and then go to eat breakfast together the same morning”, Steve noted.

“How do you know that?”, you wondered.

“Are you underestimating our awesomeness?”, Tony shot back. “Just kidding. We have FRIDAY.”

“So what about my question?”, Clint reminded you.

Bruce and Wanda were watching the whole scene silently as they continued eating their breakfast.

“Well … we aren't dating”, Natasha claimed with a blank face and got herself a cup of coffee while you had already sat down to eat some cereal.

“Yeah and that's exactly why (f/n) is wearing one of your shirts”, Tony stated sarcastically.

“We're just having some fun. It's none of your business”, Natasha growled annoyed. Great idea to bother her before her morning coffee.

“Surely doesn't seem like it, Tasha. I've known you for a while now. You are in loooove”, Clint chimed in again.

“Oh god, can't you just shut up?!”, Natasha raged.

“Yeah, I really think you should stop, guys”, you interjected but they did not listen to you.

“You're just saying that because you wanna keep your hot little secret. But behind closed doors you are ...”

Clint was interrupted by a furious Natasha: “Clint, for fucking gods sake! Shut the hell up! (f/n) and I are having sex. So what? That doesn't mean we have to be a couple and be all lovey-dovey with each other. Do you seriously think I would waste my time with some stupid dates and buying cheesy stuff for holidays? I don't need (f/n) to cling to my side like a fucking parasite or to pull me down by making me take care of her and her feelings. Just this sex thing we have is already pissing me off right now. So leave me alone!”

You left the room as silently as possible, your head hanging low. But all eyes were on you or Natasha anyway.

Wanda hissed in pain as you accidentally made her listen to your inner turmoil. She shot Natasha a death glare no one had ever expected to see on Wanda and then went after you.

The kitchen was completely quiet. For a moment nobody dared to utter a word as they all could not believe what just had happened.

Tony was the first one to speak again: “What the hell was that?”

All heads were turned toward Natasha now. The food had been put aside as emotions were ruining the Avengers' appetite.

“What? I ...” Natasha was overwhelmed herself as her words were just slowly sinking in.

“God! You just behaved like a total jerk!”, Clint yelled at his best friend.

“Congratulations on not wanting to consider (f/n)'s feelings. Cause you just crushed them without a moment of hesitation”, Tony continued.

Natasha was absolutely overwhelmed and confused. Honestly she was not really awake and everything that had just happened appeared to her like a dream. She was not aware of what she had said.

“Calm down, you two”, Steve addressed Clint and Tony as the duo was extremely mad at Natasha. Actually all her teammates were mad at her right now but fighting would not change anything.

“Natasha. (f/n) is obviously in love with you and you just announced that you see her as nothing but a sex object in a merciless way in front of all her friends”, Steve explained her the situation.

Slowly Natasha seemed to comprehend what she had done. “Shit”, she mumbled and put her coffee aside. “Did I really just …? What did I say?”

“Basically that she is a burden and that you don't care about her and her feelings. And that even having sex with her is already pissing you off. Oh and you compared her to a parasite”, Tony recalled.

“Did I seriously say that?”, she questioned earning nods from all members.

Meanwhile you barely made it to your room before breaking down next to your bed.

Wanda tried to get rid of your thoughts you practically forced upon her. Just listening to them was already excruciating.

“Of course she doesn't care for you. Why should she? It's your fault for being so clingy. You should have given her more space, although that wouldn't have turned you into someone worthy for Nat. You're a burden! Worthless! How could you be so naive to think that someone as great as Natasha could love you? You even managed to fail at sex. Piece of shit! Nobody wants to deal with you. The others most likely think the same. They're just too nice to tell you that you're pulling them down and annoying them all the time. Why do you have to burden everyone with your mere existence? It would be better if ...”

“(f/n), please stop.” Wanda's voice ripped you out of your invisible hell called your own mind.

She moved to cradle you in her arms but you flinched away from her touch.

“Don't come closer. You don't deserve to waste your time with someone as pathetic as me.”

“(f/n), you're making me listen to all your thoughts”, I enlightened her.

“Great! Now you're even bothering Wanda. How selfish can you be? Keep your stupid thoughts to yourself!”

Apparently you actually managed to do so.

“What you're thinking isn't true. You aren't a burden to us. We all appreciate you so much. You're my best friend”, Wanda insisted.

You opened your mouth to reply but to your own surprise nothing but a sob left your lips.

Wanda dared to hug you again and this time you did not resist. She held you until you calmed down.

“I can't believe I only imagined everything. Wanda, I know that you all care for me and I'm grateful that you're here right now. I just … I feel so stupid”, you proclaimed.

Wanda gently stroke your hair while holding your hand. There was nothing she could say to make you feel better. So she stayed silent until a knock resounded.

“(f/n)? (f/n), can we talk? Please.” Natasha.

By now you were feeling painfully empty. Your tears had been shed and everything appeared pointless. The only thing keeping you sane was Wanda who was now looking at you to find out how she should react to the woman on the other side of the door.

As Natasha did not get any reaction she opened the door and entered the room earning a death glare from Wanda.

Natasha's eyes wandered from Wanda's hand holding yours to your tear stained, emotionless face.

“Could you please leave us alone for a moment?”, Natasha addressed Wanda.

You nodded weakly at Wanda making her leave the room.

“If you want me to come back just tell FRIDAY. I would be happy to be with you, okay?”, Wanda reassured you before disappearing.

Natasha awkwardly sat down in front of you. Her hand moved through her hair. A habit when she was nervous. “I didn't mean it.”

Silence erupted in the room as she got no reply.

“I freaked out because I couldn't deal with the situation. I never meant to ...”

“I don't just sleep with anyone”, you interrupted her. “Many people judged me because I had never been in a relationship for a long time. The sex we had would have never happened if I hadn't felt like you loved me. I thought you just wanted to keep it a secret because you were afraid of coming out, or maybe even that you were questioning your sexuality because you have only been with men before. But I didn't think that it didn't mean anything. Why didn't you just fuck around with a stranger then? I feel so used. Like a discarded toy.”

“I'm afraid, okay? I always destroy everything around me. I would only hurt you”, she stated.

“You already did.”

The silence between you two did not feel comfortable anymore. It was suffocating.

“I wish I could take it back. I wish I could return to last night or even just a few hours ago. You're not a burden, (f/n). I am. And it's not your fault that I have no clue what I'm doing. If I could do anything to make you feel better I would do it.”

You could clearly see and hear how desperate she was. How guilty she had to be feeling. Natasha was not one to express her emotions freely. And yet she was sitting here begging you to forgive her.

Your thoughts moved back to the time you had spent together. How special and loved you had felt around her. You wanted it back.

You did not want to feel so awful and you did not want her to feel like that either. But most importantly you did not want to lose her. Just a few hours ago you had felt so safe around her. Like you were right where you belonged.

“I will give you one more chance”, you whispered looking straight into her teary eyes.

Her shocked expression revealed that she had not expected you to let her close to you ever again.

“But there are some conditions”, you added earning a nod from her as she was waiting for you to continue.

“No sex for at least a month.” You waited for her reaction but she was just patiently waiting to listen to the other conditions.

“I want our relationship to be official. No more hiding. And you will have to be patient with me. I can't just trust you again as if nothing had happened.”

“Sounds fair to me”, she replied softly.

“But I need a few days before we restart. A little break from what you said in front of all our friends. I don't want you to approach me during that time. It's fine if you're around when the others are there as they're your friends too. But … just give me some time. I need to reassure myself that my self-worth isn't tied to you. I will tell you when I'm ready.”

Natasha nodded and stood up. “Thank you, (f/n). I guess I will go then and give you some time and space.”

You knew her. She would never forgive herself for what she had said and would make sure not to make the same mistake again. You just hoped that you would be able to trust her again someday.

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The light at the end of the tunnel

Story by: Arius6454

Chapter 1

* (When reading, the pov may change to third person and to a character’s POV. When it changes there's a two space gap between the lines. If you can’t tell, compare it to a line before a character’s POV)*

If Eric’s room looked like anything, it was a pig sty. Garbage bags lay around each corner, peeking out of them were cans, empty noodle cups, and whatever a teenager needed gone. He walked in, the room in front of him spinning. His evenings always spun. They only started when it happened. He plummeted into his bed like a log, but his teacher’s concerns lurked in his mind, keeping him awake.He rolled over to his side, desperate to quell the constant questions and his growling stomach. The latter got the best of him however. He searched his kitchen for food and unexpectedly, cups of noodles sat in his fridge.

“Guess I’m having instant noodles…again”. Eric said. Maybe someone would hear him and stock his fridge with something delicious. He moped around until the kettle’s furious hissing brought him to reality, and he prepared his dinner. It was Eric’s cycle of life: rest in best, eat, and sleep till the sun reclaimed its throne in the sky. And sleep he did as he collapsed in his bed afterwards, not even caring that he still had his school uniform on him.

The sun teased him through the curtains, his light blue eyes lit by the sun’s rays. Eric dragged himself to the bathroom despite being half-awake, and while brushing his teeth, his eyes latched onto his reflection.

"Great. The bags under my eyes seemed to have gotten worse over night.” he sighed. He was terribly unkempt too. It was a wonder child protection services hadn’t rang his doorbell. His blond hair was shaggy and the blue in his eyes were almost grey from gloom.

“Whatever,” he pushed the thought aside, “No one would care anyway.”

But he couldn’t shake the feeling off. He couldn’t even make his cereal warm, the cold milk numbed his tongue. After throwing some random books into his bag, he headed to school. He rode on his bike, the sky above him as clear as a spring morning could be. The wind was a betrayer, stealing the warmth from his ears and playing with his hair. What people enjoyed about spring was beyond him. It was worse as he walked through the school hallways, where whispers and snickers were branded with his name.

“Look at those bags under his eyes. He must be on drugs”

“His uniform is so untidy”

“Yeah, he went from a role model to a homeless man”

“I can’t imagine how he screwed up his life”

All Eric could hear was his schoolmates jeering at him, their faces full of total contempt. Old news. Too tired to care, he walked to his desk and rested his head on the table. He wished he could rest – their words made him sick to his stomach.

*Eric’s POV*

What was the point of getting my grades up if no one notices them? Why do I have to face this alone? If only I could know what it feels like to be loved. Heck, even having a friend is fine with me. But I know it's never gonna happen.

The school bell stopped his train of thoughts. In strode his maths teacher and began an hour of what Eric defined as gibberish.

"Why does the teacher have to ramble on about maths all day?" Eric thought, running his fingers through his hair in frustration.

"I'm sorry I'm late", a voice woke Eric up from the day’s monotony.

Eric's eyes followed to where the sound came from. It was a stunning girl, her eyebrows furrowed which made her facial expression look dominant. Her hazel hair flowed down her back, her blue eyes standing out like the

"Since it's your first day, I'll let it slide but this shouldn't repeat itself", my teacher said, arranging his glasses. My maths teacher, Mr Johnson has always thought of himself as a genius since he graduated with the highest grades. How ironic for a teacher on minimum wage.

My teacher’s gaze wandered the class, “I could set you up with a seatmate: not everyone has one”.

The girl scanned the room, her gaze locked on the empty seat beside Eric. “I’ll like that seat”, she said, her eyes now on a shocked Eric. His doubt practically sprung into a frenzy.

“Why would she want to sit with him?”

“Can’t she notice he looks like a beggar?”

“If I were her, I wouldn’t even look at a hopeless soul like his”

She sat next to him, and unpacked her bag. Up close, her electric blue eyes stunned Eric even more. Sitting at the far left of the class, Eric’s mind wandered to the window next to him.

*Eric POV*

The school bell rang, signalling lunch and the end of my nap.The school decided to adjust lunch times to much later in the evening, which was terribly inconvenient for my scheduled school naps. Someone tapped my shoulder and I jumped, frightened. It was the new girl, her hands placed on her hips.

“You slept the whole period. Are you okay?” she asked, her eyes softening.

“Yeah…I’m fine”, I answered, my voice a hoarse whisper. “And what are you doing here? It’s lunch break.”

“Before I tell you, my name’s Helen. Helen Wyatt”, she said, taking my hand and shaking it. This girl violated my personal space more than anyone in school ever has. “And the reason I’m here is…to join you for lunch!”

“What?” I asked. Why me of all people? Is this a joke? This doesn’t feel right.

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Chapter Three

Wednesday

September 25, 1996

Since it got really late and I didn’t want to go home and be alone I just stayed at Stu’s. The guest bedroom was basically my room. It was the same way at my house for him. We even have clothes and all that at each other’s houses. It’s always been that way since our dads were best friends. I walked down the stairs after I had showered and got ready for school. Stu was already in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal. “Good morning, gorgeous,” he said around a mouth full of frosted flakes. “Morning.” I said, grabbing a cup of coffee.

Stu put his empty bowl in the sink and walked over to stand in front of me. I don’t know why I was feeling awkward again. Last night wasn’t awkward after we had started just being our old selves. But now I felt awkward and I felt my body stiffen when he set his hands on my hips. “So, what shall we do today?” He asked. I moved away from him, going over to the bread box and pulling out a couple pieces of bread, placing them in the toaster. “We’re going to school, Stu. I have an exam in biology today and I can’t miss it.”

"What's there to fucking process? I love you and you love me. I want to be with you as more than a friend. I want to be able to tell people that you're mine. I wanna be able to kiss you whenever I want. Wherever I want. I want to walk in that school with you as my girlfriend and not just as my best friend." I set my plate in the sink, washed it, dried it, and put it away. I did the same with the coffee cup. "Please, Stu. You know I hate having things sprung on me. I need time to think. I mean what happens if we decide to start dating and then things go wrong. What do we do if we break up? Are we going to be able to go back to being like we are now? Are we going to be able to be best friends after that?"

"You're making this more complicated than it needs to be, sweetheart. I don't know about you but I plan to be with you until the day I die. Whether that's just as friends or as more." He grabbed his keys from the counter and headed for the garage. "I'll be in the jeep waiting." He slammed the door to the garage and I jumped. I sighed and grabbed my bag, following him.

Once I was in the passenger seat and had my seatbelt buckled Stu speed up his long ass fuck driveway. The closest neighbor was like five miles away. His house was literally in the middle of fucking nowhere. Maybe I will go to Casey's tonight. "Gotta pick Billy up." I looked over at Stu. He had one hand on the wheel and was leaning on his other that was propped up on the open window.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked. I could see the way his jaw tensed and his fingers tightened on the wheel. He looked over at me before looking back at the road. He switched his hands so he could lay his hand on my thigh just under my skirt. I had to remember how to breathe. Why was this any different from when he did it any other time? Oh right because now I know his true feelings.

"I'm not mad, babe. I could never be mad at you." His hand moved further up my skirt and between my legs. Just as we got closer to Billy's house his fingers grazed over the front of my panties. He moved them to the edge of them and pushed them to the side. I should stop him. That's what I kept telling myself. But I didn't. I let him slip his fingers through my slit and to my entrance. I spread my legs a little more so he had better access.

"That's it, baby, spread your legs for me. I knew you wanted it. Just feel how fucking went you are." He chuckled, slipping two fingers inside of me. It's not the first time I've been touched like this. I've just never gone all the way. I gripped his wrist just as his thumb brushed over my clit. "Stu," I gasped. His thumb drew lazy circles on my clit, fingers pumped in and out of me.

So much for fucking thinking about it. Maybe he's right. Maybe I am making this all more complicated than it actually is. "We're getting close to Billy's. You gonna be a good girl and cum for me?" His fingers worked faster, my head hit the headrest and a moan of his name slipped past my lips. He worked me through the oragasm and pulled his fingers away just as he pulled into Billy's driveway.

"Hmm. I knew you were going to taste good." He sucked his fingers clean and Billy walked out the front door. I got out, getting ready to get in the back. "Where do you think you're going?" Stu asked. "To the back so Billy can sit up front?" It came out as a question more than anything. "Billy can sit in the back. My girl always gets shotgun." I felt my face heat up. Billy raised his eyebrow at us and got in the back.

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TWO

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains references to sexual assault, as seen on Grey's Anatomy. Please proceed with caution. Words: 4195 [ Masterlist ]

SKYLAR LOVED HOTELS. Something about them just seemed fancy, even if it wasn't an overly priced room. However, she has lived in this hotel room for about a week now and she was tired of it. She needed to find her own place. The walls in the room were brown; the carpet felt too itchy under her feet; the bed was okay, but she hated the feeling of the comforter. And she had to eat on her bed because she didn't want to waste her funds on a pricey hotel room with a dining room table. She wanted to save her money so she could buy an apartment that she would want to live in.

Her sister, April, lived in Seattle as well. They did share an apartment, but it was closer to where April worked so Skylar wanted to find a place closer-that and the fact that April had basically kicked her out so her friend could move in.

Skylar always tried her best to be a positive person and, most days, succeeded. Today, however, was not one of those days.

She'd gotten little to no sleep because the couple in the hotel room above hers had been pretty loud all night, making her hear noises no one should ever hear. This resulted in her waking up to another long shift already tired. Then, when she tried to take a shower, she found that the hotel had a problem, and the water was freezing. To make it even better, she was almost late to work because she was trying to find the cereal bars that she'd been eating for breakfast, to find out that she had the last one the day before.

So, Skylar Kepner usually succeeded in being positive, however, today was not one of those days. The day had barely started, and she knew that she needed to find her own place.

❰ ❱

As the interns were getting changed in the locker room, Izzie and George were discussing the possibility of moving into Meredith's house, which had three extra bedrooms available.

"What about you, Sky?" George spoke, addressing her by the nickname he gave her. "Aren't you still living in a hotel?"

"We're together all day, every day," she avoided the question. "Do you really think it's a good idea to live together as well?"

"Yes," George and Izzie simultaneously said.

Skylar rolled her eyes as they made their way out of the locker room, dressed and ready to go for the day. Izzie and George jogged up to Meredith, who was holding an extra cup of coffee.

"How'd it go?" Izzie asked her in regards to the interviews she was giving people. Meredith was looking for the perfect roommate. She didn't settle for too young or too old, or too messy or too clean-it was a lot, but that's just how Meredith's thought process worked.

"No one here is right. I had to tell all of them no," Meredith sighed, before perking up at the sight of Skylar. "Wait, you're still living in that hotel, right?"

"Yeah."

"Do you want to move in?"

Skylar thought for a moment. It wouldn't be the worst thing, and she wouldn't have to pay rent all by herself. "Would I get the biggest bedroom?" She bargained, not wanting to be stuck in a hovel for what could very be the rest of her internship.

"Obviously," Meredith grinned.

"Hm," she hummed. "I'll think about it."

George scoffed loudly, sharing an incredulous look with Izzie. "Hey! Why Sky and not us?"

"Because, Sky is the least annoying out of all of us, plus, she has this motherly thing about her that makes me think she'd be a good roommate."

Izzie huffed, "Why did you put up posters for roommates if you don't want roommates?"

Meredith paused in her steps, looking at the blond. She then sighed, shaking her head. "I do want roommates. We're together 100 hours a week. Do you really want to live together too? And I do want roommates."

"That's what I told them."

Cristina joined the group, looking at the coffee in Meredith's hands with raised brows. "I see you're bringing bribes now, huh?"

"My mom irons my scrubs," George complained, not willing to let go of the topic. "I have to get out of there." He was trying to get Meredith to take pity on him and help him in any way possible.

Skylar gave a comforting smile to George. "Scrubs need ironing sometimes. Especially ours. They're way too light and you can see every line and bump on them. Kind of upsetting."

George raised his brows as he looked over at her, tilting his head. "Really?"

"It's not a bribe," Meredith started, continuing her conversation with Cristina. She gave the girl a pointed look, before directing her words to George and Izzie. "And I don't think it's a good idea."

"I can put down first and last deposit," George assured her, trying to persuade her as Izzie also started to.

"Who are you bribing?" Skylar wondered, done with the roommate conversation now that she had a place to call hers-well, a room, not a place.

"I can cook, and I'm an obsessive cleaner," Izzie blurted out.

"No," Meredith sighed in annoyance. "I just want Sky and two total strangers who I don't have to talk to or be nice to. And it's not a bribe. It's a mocha latte." The last part was directed to Skylar and Cristina.

"You have to be nice to Skylar, though!" Izzie argued.

"No, she doesn't," Skylar disagreed. "I can take the heat. You, on the other hand-"

"George," Bailey cut in, joining the group and interrupting her before she had the chance to insult the blonde. "You're running the code team. Meredith, take the trauma pager. Cristina, deliver the weekend labs to the patients. Izzie, you're on sutures, and Skylar..." she flipped through her chart for a moment, trailing off.

Skylar looked at Bailey excited, getting her hopes up. "Yes?"

Bailey huffed and shrugged, looking up. "Seems like you're popular. You've been requested. You're on Shepherd's service today." Skylar's, and the other interns, eyes widened. Cristina scoffed, Izzie made a small whiny noise, and Meredith just glanced over at the redhead.

Meredith shook her head and faced Dr. Bailey again, a determined look on her face. "Dr. Bailey, I was hoping to assist you in the OR today? Maybe do a minor procedure? I think I'm ready." She stuck her hand with the coffee out toward Bailey, putting on a smile that she dubbed the 'Kepner Specialty.' "Mocha latte?"

Cristina cut in, leaning forward. "If she gets to cut, I want to cut too!" Izzie voiced her agreement, and George stepped toward Dr. Bailey.

"I wouldn't mind another shot. I mean, if everybody else is-" Before George could finish, Bailey cut him off with just a glare.

Skylar smiled at her resident but stayed silent. She'd known Bailey for a short time, but the one thing the short woman hated more than interns, were overeager interns.

"Stop talking," Bailey silenced them. "Every intern wants to perform their first surgery. That's not your job. Do you know what your job is? To make your resident happy. Do I look happy? No. Why? Because my interns are whiny. You know what will make me happy? Having the code team staffed, having the trauma pages answered, having the weekend labs delivered, having someone down in the pit, doing sutures, and letting an Attending steal one of my interns for their own personal agenda."

Bailey looked at the coffee in Meredith's hand, and hummed, quickly taking it and backing away from her interns. "Nobody holds a scalpel 'til I'm so happy, I'm Mary freakin' Poppins."

Cristina leaned toward Skylar, motioning toward Meredith. "Mocha latte, my ass." Skylar chuckled, hitting Cristina's arm with her elbow.

"Be nice," she muttered.

Dr. Bailey turned around once she reached the top of the steps. She raised a brow when she still saw her five interns standing in the same spot she left them. "Why are you all standing there? Move!"

In a panicked rush, all five interns rushed off, Skylar speed walking toward the nurse's station to ask them if they had seen Dr. Shepherd.

❰ ❱

"Dr. Kepner, there you are," Derek said, walking up to Skylar who was speaking to one of the male nurses. She quickly turned around, giving him a nervous smile.

"I was looking for you. Dr. Bailey said you requested me?" She spoke, her voice was shaky. Derek smiled at her, shoving his hands in the pocket of his coat.

"Yes, I did. I've been watching you since Katie Bryce." He picked up a chart that the nurse handed him, flipping through it. "Have you put any thought into what specialty you're interested in?"

Skylar slowly nodded her head. "A bit, yeah. I've studied them all throughout Med School, and seem to be tied between Neuro and Cardio."

Dr. Shepherd nodded, looking at her. "Well, I'd like to take you under my wing. Just for a little while. Show you the ropes of Neuro, see if you have the instincts for it." He started walking. Skylar was quick to follow. "Of course, you can't choose a specialty until later in your residency. But, the attendings can choose their favorites and first picks and have them shadow them for a while." He looked over and gave her his signature smile. "And I have a good feeling about you, Dr. Kepner.

Skylar's eyes were sparkling, and she couldn't contain the smile on her face. "Thank you, sir. That's...thank you."

He nodded, pressing the button for the elevator. "So, for your next few shifts you'll be shadowing me. Going with me to surgeries, focusing on my patients pre and post-ops, and answering questions and learning."

The sound of his pager interrupted their conversation. Derek quickly looked at it. He silently swore, then turned from the elevator and toward the stairs. "Starting now. We have an emergency surgery. You'll scrub in, stand behind me as I work. Just make sure not to touch anything or get in my way and we'll be fine."

Skylar nodded, running after Dr. Shepherd. As she was running with him in the stairwell, she could feel the adrenaline and excitement fill her veins. She was stepping into an OR during surgery. With Derek Shepherd, a Neuro God.

Oh, God.

❰ ❱

The surgery was for a young woman, who had fought herself out of a horrible, horrible situation.

Skylar stood behind Dr. Shepherd, her eyes going from watching Shepherd work through the brain and getting out clots to Meredith, both of them excited to be in the OR.

"She's going to spend a hell of a long time in recovery and rehab," Derek commented, causing Skylar to bring her eyes back to him. She hummed, nodding slightly.

"If she survives," Burke casually commented. Skylar frowned, narrowing her eyes at him. It was a funny image, happy-go-lucky Dr. Kepner giving the Great Dr. Burke a death glare. A few scrub nurses chuckled and Meredith had to contain hers.

"What is she, like, 5'2? Maybe a hundred pounds? She's still breathing after what this guy did to her? If they catch the guy, they should castrate him," Derek spoke, his tone harsh and angry.

"See how shot her hands are?" Burke asked, pointing at them. Skylar glanced over, wincing as she shook her head. The sight, along with her knowledge of how the patient got them, made her sick to her stomach. "She tried to fight back."

"Tried to?" Derek scoffed, a small laugh coming out at his colleague's underestimation of the woman on the table. "Rape kit came back negative. She kicked his ass."

Burke hummed, focusing on something he had found. "So, we have a warrior among us?"

"Alison," Meredith spoke up, causing everyone's eyes to fall on her for a moment. "Her name. It's Alison."

"Alison," Derek echoed, nodding. Skylar could hear the smile in his voice, her brows furrowing at the interaction between the two. She thought that Meredith didn't want anything to do with Dr. Shepherd.

"I think I may have found the cause of our rupture." Dr. Burke pulled something out of the patient, shining it with his headlight. Skylar focused on it, trying to figure out what it was. "What is this...?" He looked at the thing he was holding with forceps. "Does anyone know what this is?"

"Oh my god..." Meredith breathed out, moving her eyes to Skylar's. The girl frowned, focusing on the flesh. Her breath caught and her eyes widened.

Before Meredith could respond, Skylar spoke up, "That's his penis, sir." Heads snapped to her and then back to the rupture. "She bit off the head of his penis, Dr. Burke. You are holding a bitten off-"

Before she could finish, Burke practically threw the flesh into a tray. the room filling with groans and shocked whispers.

❰ ❱

Skylar was sitting with George, rambling about some of the things she had learned from Dr. Shepherd in the past few hours as he went over his charts and paperwork.

"It was amazing, Georgie! He just...showed me a brain. Explained to me some of his favorite techniques! I...I saw a brain! A human brain!" She rambled.

George didn't look up from his paperwork, nodding along. "That's amazing, Skylar."

A cooler was suddenly slammed onto the desk, catching both of the doctors' attention. Skylar's nose scrunched up when she saw Meredith, automatically realizing what was in the cooler.

"What's that?" George nonchalantly asked.

Skylar snapped her head toward him, quickly shaking her head. "Don't ask that question, Georgie. You don't want to know," Skylar quickly said. George looked back at Meredith to see if she'd have a different response, but all she did was nod her head along with Skylar.

"No! I do want to know! Really!" He protested. Meredith sighed, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

"You really want to know?" Meredith asked. George nodded his head while Skylar just shook hers. "It's a severed penis, George."

George's entire face scrunched up in disgust and his hands went to cover his groin, shaking his head. "I really didn't want to know."

"She warned you," Skylar replied, giggling at George's face.

"I don't know why I'm the one who has to be huffed," Cristina complained, showing up out of nowhere. Alex, the intern she had seen here and there was following her, a smirk on his face. George had told her about how Alex was now one of Bailey's interns.

Skylar gave him a small smile before rotating her chair to face Cristina, propping her chin on her bent knee as she listened to the woman complain.

"Because I don't do that. Besides, you're the ovarian sister here," he replied. Skylar frowned, Cristina's shocked face looking at her for backup.

"Did you just call me an ovarian sis-an ovarian si-since when has the possession of ovaries become an insult!" Cristina spat out. Skylar shook her head and looked at Alex with a pointed look.

"Since there are boys that are so insecure about their own masculinity that they feel the need to come up with it," Skylar bluntly replied, making George laugh.

"Meredith is carrying a penis around in a jar," George informed the curly-haired woman. Cristina's attention was soon on that, rushing over to look.

When Skylar turned around to face the cooler, she caught George's eye. He was staring at her with an emotion that she had never seen before, causing her to tilt her head in confusion.

"What?" She asked, and he just shook his head, mumbling a 'nothing' before focusing back on the conversation.

"From the rape surgery?" Cristina asked, peering inside the cooler.

"Yep," Meredith said. "And it's not a jar, it's a cooler," she pointedly stated, looking at George.

"Talk about taking a bite out of crime." Cristina nodded, heading off down the hallway, Alex following after her.

When the conversation ended, George's focus went to Meredith, noticing she had been off lately. "You okay?" He asked. The question caused Skylar to snap out of her daydreaming, focusing her worried eyes on her friend.

"Yeah, it's just...Alison's shoes. The rape victim, Alison, her shoes. I have the same ones. In my locker. And I normally never wear them, because they're not comfortable, but today I did, and she was wearing the same shoes, and it's just...stupid, and I'm tired, and forget it." Skylar stood up, holding her chart to her chest. She leaned on the opposite side of the doorway from George.

"I'm sorry, Mer. Maybe you should go...do something. About it. Something to cheer you up." She looked between her and George, raising her brows. George broke out in a smile and Meredith let out a gasp.

"No, I can't. We...we said we'd stop."

Skylar shrugged, a playful smile forming on her lips. "I have to go check on Shepherd's patients, so I can't. But come on, you know you want to," she teased. She waved goodbye to her and George, walking off.

She knew George would convince Meredith to go, and then Meredith would be all happy and her brain would be full of baby-cuteness and all her bad, scary thoughts would be gone.

❰ ❱

Derek found Skylar in Alison's room. The woman had still not woken up from her surgery, but Skylar was perched on a chair, running through charts and filling things out. She just wanted to give the girl some company, to know that she wasn't alone in this difficult time.

"I've called every hospital," He spoke up, leaning against the door frame. She jumped a bit at his voice. "I already informed Dr. Grey, but you're on my service and she's your patient too. At some point, the man who did this is gonna need medical attention, and when he goes and gets it, we'll be informed right away."

Skylar nodded, looking over at Alison with sorrowful eyes. "That's good." Her voice was soft and she looked over at him. "She has nobody, Dr. Shepherd. And she just went through one of the worst things that could happen to her, and when she wakes up..." Skylar shook her head and looked down at her charts, her voice shaky. "As women, we're told practically from the moment we can walk how to handle situations like this. And she...she actually had to go through it. I just, I'm worried for her."

She looked up, seeing Derek watch her with something in his eyes. He didn't know what to say to comfort her-there was nothing he could say to comfort her. "I know someone who would've benefited from a person like you," he softly said, nodding again. "You'll be an amazing doctor one day."

❰ ❱

As Meredith and Skylar snacked by the hospital entrance, Cristina caught their attention. "What are you both doing down here?"

"Just sitting with my penis..." the blonde melancholically said.

"I, for one, am just happily eating this cupcake," Skylar answered, taking a big bite of her food. "What about you?"

"Hiding from Alex."

"I kissed Derek," Meredith blurted out.

"You kissed Derek?" Cristina questioned.

"In the elevator."

"You kissed him in the elevator?" Skylar questioned, looking at Meredith with a somewhat disapproving look.

"Don't give me that look," Meredith said, seeing Skylar's face. "I'm having a bad day. I mean, you are currently stuffing your face in a chocolate cupcake, so don't give me the disappointed mother stare." Skylar slightly pouted at the accusation.

"And what's up with you, Baby Einstein?" Cristina asked.

"Nothing. Allison was wearing Mer's shoes though." She diverted the attention from herself. Honestly, there wasn't anything bothering her at the moment-other than the fact that they had a rape victim-but she could tell that Meredith needed the support, even over a weird thing like shoes.

"It's weird, right? I think it's weird..." the blonde said.

"Oh right, George told me. It's just weird that you care."

Suddenly, the three doctors rushed out at the sound of tires screeching on the road. A man got out of the car covered in blood. From the area that the blood was in, it looked like it was coming from his crotch. All three girls knew it was the rapist.

❰ ❱

The man was immediately rushed to surgery because even though he was a horrible human being, they were still surgeons and had to stop the bleeding. Bailey was the one leading the surgery, as Skylar, Meredith, and Cristina all stood on the other side of the patient.

"Why are we not attempting to reattach the severed penis?" Bailey asked.

"Teeth don't slice, they tear. You can only reattach with a clean cut." Cristina answered.

"Besides, the digestive juices didn't leave much to work with," Meredith added.

"Right, so what do we do?"

"We sew him up, leaving out the part he's lost," Skylar answered. All the women's voices were unemotional, they didn't really care if he never had his penis ever again.

"And his outlook?"

"He'll be urinating out of a bag for a very, very long time," Meredith shrugged, looking at her two friends.

"And he won't be able to have sex again," Skylar reciprocated Meredith's teasing expression.

"Oh, too bad," Bailey sarcastically muttered.

"Shame."

"Let's all take a moment to grieve," the resident said, then immediately started working on the patient again.

❰ ❱

Skylar found herself sitting on one of the beds in the tunnels. She was practically waiting, begging for Derek to page her and say that Alison woke up.

However, the ruckus that caused her attention to spike was not her pager, but a bickering duo that consisted of Cristina and Alex.

Cristina flopped onto the bed, sitting to the left of Skylar. Alex sat on the other side of Cristine, rubbing his temple. "My head is killing me."

"Maybe it's a tumor," Cristina shot back. Skylar was just ignoring them at this point, she leaned her head on the wall, closing her eyes for a moment of peace.

"Yeah you wish I had a tumor," Alex grumbled.

"I'd rip his face off if it meant I could scrub in," Skylar mumbled, pointing at Alex.

Meredith and Izzie soon joined them, talking about how she had to carry a penis around all night.

"So the police say they can't send a crime scene guy down for hours, so I have to spend the night with the penis," Meredith complained. Alex looked at her, about to say a dirty joke about what Meredith said. "Alex, don't say it," she stopped him.

"Oh, it was too easy anyway."

George threw himself next to the redhead, letting his head rest on her shoulder and making her giggle quietly. "Who here feels like they have no idea what they're doing?" All the interns raised their hands. "I mean, are we supposed to be learning something? Because I don't feel like I'm learning anything."

"Except how not to sleep," Izzie complained, taking a sip of her coffee.

"This day sucks," Skylar announced

"It's like there's this wall. The attendings and residents are over there, being surgeons, and we are over here, being..." Cristina trailed off, not knowing what to say other than 'interns,' and that seemed pretty anticlimactic for her.

"Suturing, code-running, lab-delivering penis minders," Meredith finished her thought.

"I hate being an intern," Alex commented.

Dr. Bailey approached them, looking at them with a disapproving gaze. Suddenly, they all stood up, hurrying to get back to work before Bailey yelled at them.

❰ ❱

Early the next morning, the five interns stood outside of the nursery, watching as the babies wiggled around in their spot. Alison had to be rushed to emergency surgery, but that was successful and even though the odds of her waking up weren't the most favorable, at least she could have the peace of mind knowing justice was going to be made.

Skylar sighed heavily, wiggling her finger at a little boy right in front of her. "They fix everything. They're like...cocaine or something.

Cristina snorted, shaking her head. "It's a hormonal thing, Red."

It was quiet for a moment before Meredith spoke up. "Fine, Izzie, George, you can move into the house with Sky and me." They both cheered, doing happy dances and inevitably making the redhead giggle.

"I can't believe you caved!" Said an excited Izzie.

"I can't believe I caved..." Meredith let out.

"I blame the babies, they make you toxic," Cristina shared.

❰ ❱

Skylar ran out of the hospital doors, dashing to meet up with her friends. She slowed down when she reached her friends.

"Alison woke up," she announced, Meredith's smile widening and Izzie let out a squeal of excitement. George wrapped his arm around her shoulders, hugging her to his side. "She's talking to the police and then a psych consult will stay with her. Dr. Shepherd basically kicked me out, telling me to go home before I passed out."

George nodded, looking down at her. "You need to. You look like you won't even last the drive to the hotel."

Skylar snorted. "That's the whole point of this job, Georgie. Work until you can't, and then continue on."

He smiled, shaking his head as the five of them all walked toward their cars, laughing and joking. Skylar smiled at her friends. She had some pretty good people by her side and she'd helped a patient in need. And any day in which she helped someone heal was a good day.

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witflitmanict · 7 months

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Toast Among Servants

A story excerpt with "toast" as the prompt.

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Kaiah did not know what to do about the man stepping into her apartment. She watched him a bit apprehensively but after he did not offer her any hint as to what he was doing there she figured she ought to say something.

“Uh…toast?” She asked, holding up the slice she held in her hand.

“Ah yes that would be lovely, thank you.” He said, nodding his head as though trying to convince himself what he was saying was true.

“K…” She muttered, setting her own slice back down on the counter. “Just uh…take a seat I guess…”

She waved her gangly friend towards the stool by the island, then turned around and added some more slices of the cheap white bread to the toaster.

“I’ve only got fake bread…” She glanced over her shoulder to see that he had sat, and was now fiddling with the hem of his jacket. It made her heart flutter. “Didn’t…well, didn’t really see any point going to a bakery.”

“Ah no no, that’s alright. I am familiar with your terrible eating habits.” Remy folded his hands together and smiled at her. It did nothing to quiet the disease in her stomach.

“Alright well…uh…what do you want on it?”

“Jam?” He asked, looking to see what she had on the counter, “Or maybe just whatever you’re having?”

“Butter and brown sugar…” She muttered.

“Right…jam, please.”

Kaiah nodded and neither of them said anything more as she went about the task of getting them toast. She turned on the kettle while the bread toasted, and got the remaining berry jam out of the fridge, setting it and a new knife in front of him. Occasionally she glanced his way, but he seemed to be always looking off in the opposite direction. After a few minutes of silence she couldn’t contain it anymore.

“Alright what are you doing here?” She plopped the pile of toast in front of him as she asked.

“Don’t want to eat your breakfast first?” He asked, catching the piece that had toppled off the top. “I seem to remember you always were much happier after a little toast or cereal…”

“Can’t eat cereal anymore. He saw to it that I could only taste the…the…”

“Carboard-esque flavoring?” Remmy offered and she snorted in supply, turning to grab the kettle off the counter as it began to boil.

“This is about him then?” She asked, splashing the hot water into the cups.

“Mmmm…” Remmy tried to sound noncommittal as he began to butter his slice of toast. “Really, lets eat breakfast first?”

Kaiah sighed and grabbed the next slice off the top of the stack. She spread the butter and sprinkled the brown sugar across it before raising it to her mouth and taking a bite, making sure to maintain eye contact with Remmy as she did so.

Remmy smiled his usual shaky smile at her, and bit his own toast in response. For a few moments neither of them said anything, and the only sounds to be heard were the crunch of the bread, the sip of the tea, and the occasional car passing by outside the apartment. But as soon a Kaiah had the first slice of toast down and had gulped half her tea in a sip, she set to work.

“Remmy, why are you here?” She set the mug down and ignored the tea that splashed over the side.

Remmy sighed, probably recognizing that there was no point in trying to delay this any longer. He leaned across the counter and wiped up her spilt tea as he spoke.

“He wishes for you to return to him…he says you made me better.”

Kaiah swore. Then stood up from her stool and turned to the counter, grabbing another slice of toast and shoving it into the cooker.

“Kaiah please let me explain before you…just, please, listen?” Remmy sounded stressed. That was more than she could handle.

“You know it’s really, really not fair that you don’t also have the requirement of needing to be invited in.” She snapped at him, glaring down at the toast rather than him. “And where the hell did you get that key from anyways?”

“Well, this was my apartment…” Remmy muttered, glancing around the place.

“Yeah, your apartment that you got to get away from him.” She glanced over her shoulder and glared at him, but Remmy was looking off towards the bedroom at the moment and missed it. The toast popped, so she collected it.

“I know…I am sorry Kaiah but if you will let me explain you will see that it is not nearly as bad as you think.”

“You have no idea what I’m thinking.” Kaiah added the new slices to the stack, before turning and grabbing another set from the bread bag.

“True, true but I…ah, I have known you for some time now. And I think I can guess…” Remmy took the toast she added to the stack and began to butter it.

“Oh yeah? Because if what you’re thinking even, remotely, has the idea that I am thinking ‘oh sure no problem let me just head back out at his beck and call’ then you are completely wrong.”

“Mmm no, no I definitely did not think that.”

“Then maybe you’re thinking I’m thinking ‘Oh jee, isn’t it swell that my good pal Remmy who got me such a great apartment that it totally forgives the time he helped hold me captive for a fucking maniac killing machine, has come to visit?”

“No, I doubt you feel that way either.”

“Then tell me, Remmy, what do you think I’m thinking?” Kaiah rounded on him and practically threw the next slice of bread at him.

“I’m thinking you are probably very perturbed by my being here and also that you knew full well that moving into this apartment would not protect you from my, or his, return.”

Kaiah glared at him. That was too close.

Remmy finished buttering the slice he had and set it down on the plate in front of him. He plucked the bag of brown sugar that had titled onto the counter and sprinkled it across the slices on the plate. Then, he held them out to her.

“Please, Kaiah, this is no easier for me than it is for you. Sit. Eat your breakfast. Drink your tea. And let me explain. I would not have come here if I really did not need to.”

In the back of Kaiah’s brain, the part that was still distantly connected to Remmy and all that came with him, she registered what he was saying as true. She took a settling breath in through her nose, feeling the way her stomach tightened as it expanded, then sat back down.

“Fine. But if I don’t like what you have to say I’m going to start throwing things.”

“Sounds like a fair deal.” Remmy smiled at her, and watched as she took one of the slices of toast he offered.

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reallifepotato · 4 years

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People be like "you can use an old bra as a face mask" bitch I am a G cup if I use a bra it's a full face mask.

#my friend always said you could eat cereal out of the cups #you know what #she's right

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word count: 8.9k

synopsis: johnny has been a very loyal customer of yuta’s, he’s been supplying him with weed since the first time johnny smoked. yuta had never met his roommate though, every time he came over to smoke you were always else where. after one smoke session, yuta becomes more than just your roommate’s dealer...

warning(s): 18+ only!! pls, minors dni!! pwp, some fluff if u squint lol, small angst, smut smut smut!!, lots of teasing, so much dialogue, sexual tension!!, cursing, jealous yuta!, cross faded (weed + alcohol consumption) drug intoxication (just weed, none of that crazy shit lmao), unprotected sex (wrap it up ya nasties), fingering, oral (m + f receiving!), light breath play!, face fucking, thigh slapping (just a bit!!), pet names (princess, baby, etc..) drug dealer! stoner! dom! yuta, sub! stoner! fem! reader, bsf/roomie! johnny! ( mark, haechan, and lucas appear in tiny supporting roles!! ) lmk if i missed anything please & ty !!

note from mya: yall...so this is the longest one-shot i’ve ever written but i actually enjoyed writing it...but it did take a while. props to those of y’all that write these all the time bcus...whew! and ofc this isn’t revised bcus fuck that shit. this was written for this series btw! reblog, like, and feedback is greatly appreciated, enjoy!!

inspo: “dreams, fairy tales, fantasies” by asap ferg x brent faiyaz

“i’m never getting drunk again” johnny slurred, his fingers massaging his temples.

you giggled looking at the boy, fiddling with the spoon in your cereal.

“you say that every time you get a hangover john” you tell him, earning a glare from him.

“fuck you” he tells you, throwing a pillow your way.

“i love you too, bestie” you stick your tongue out at your best friend.

getting up to put your bowl in the sink. you hum to yourself while washing the bowl. sitting the bowl and spoon in the dish rack. you dry your hands and make your way back to the living room. picking up your backpack and keys you walk to the front door. johnny pouts, waving bye to you.

“why do you have to go to class so early?” he asks, pout evident in his voice.

“i ask myself that every morning” you laugh, slipping on your shoes.

“who’s gonna take care of me now?!” he dramatically falls backwards, letting out a loud sigh.

“there’s advil in my medicine cabinet, drink water and make sure you eat ok?” you remind the boy. he gives a thumbs up in response.

closing the door behind yourself you make your way to the parking garage.

—

you found an empty table in the cafeteria, sitting your belongings down. once settled you pull out your phone and open instagram. clicking through the stories absentmindedly. one particular story catches your attention. you make a face at the boys recent story. it’s a selfie of him and a few other boys you don’t know. you take notice of the many alcohol bottles and red cups scattered behind them. this was probably from last night’s ‘grand frat party’. thrown by none other than the one and only jung jaehyun. who just so happens to also be your douchebag of an ex. you tap the screen, skipping to the next story.

[ party this friday! @ the NCT Frat House! ]

the deadpan expression on your face said it all. with a roll of your eyes, you put your phone back in your pocket.

—

you sighed as you walked towards your apartment, taking a hit from your pink juul. all you wanted to do was get high and take a nap. that exam for Prof. Yeong’s class was a bitch. punching in the pass code to your door you walked in, announcing your arrival. after slipping your shoes off you count the pairs, seeing two extras. you look up and find two unfamiliar men sitting on the couch. your eyebrows crinkle in confusion. the awkward air was so thick you could cut it.

“oh yn, you’re home!” johnny smiled, a pack of woods in hand.

you point to the men on the couch and johnny answers your silent question.

“yn, this is lucas and yuta. guys, this is yn” the two nod.

lucas wore a white shirt and black jeans. his muscles were quite evident. yuta was dressed in a gray sweatsuit, a wax pen in his left hand. you took notice of the many piercings and pieces of jewelry he wore. lucas wore a grin overlooking your appearance. suddenly you felt like your skirt was too short under his gaze.

yuta on the other hand didn’t change his face one bit. he barely made eye contact and when he did it was only for a second. you found it weird but brushed it off. saying bye you start making your way to your room.

“oh, we were about to roll up right now..if you wanna take some hits” johnny calls out to you.

you ponder on it, and nod your head.

“just lemme go change” you give your roommate a small smile before turning around.

after he heard your room door shut, Lucas turned to johnny.

“dude, why didn’t you ever tell us your roommate was so fine” lucas whisper shouted, not wanting you to overhear. johnny just laughs with a shake of his head.

“she had a boyfriend when we moved in together, they barely broke up like 4 months ago” your roommate replies. “so what i'm hearing..is she's on the market” lucas says slyly.

“you’re such a dog” yuta comments, taking a hit of his waxpen.

lucas fakes a pout nudging yuta’s shoulder with his own.

“your words scar me deeply, buddy” lucas says, cuddling into yuta’s side. yuta pulls an annoyed face and pushes the bigger man away from him.

“fuck off lucas” lucas laughs loudly, giving yuta his personal space back.

you walk back out of your room. now dressed in some sweats and one of johnny's hoodies you claimed as your own. you sit on the other side of johnny. he smiles at the oversized hoodie of his and continues working on the blunt.

“who brought it?” you ask, wondering what kind of weed it is.

johnny nods towards to yuta. your eyes follow.

“you did?” you point at the boy, he looks at you and nods.

“yn’s a picky little shit about what she smokes” johnny says aloud.

yuta nods in understanding, while lucas laughs at this.

“when you're that pretty, you deserve to be picky” he says, looking at you intently.

you purse your lips at his statement. not knowing what to say. instead you blush slightly and move your eyes back to johnny.

“she prefers sativa over everything else” johnny tells yuta.

“there’s no way, have you not smoked any of my shit?” the slim boy asks you.

you shake your head no.

“johnny’s selfish” you pout, leaning your head on his shoulder.

the statement earns a laugh from johnny and yuta.

“well today’s gonna change your life” yuta says cockily.

“im gonna hold you to that!” you tell him, pointing your index finger in his direction.

biting back the urge to smile at your cuteness he laughs with a nod and turns his attention elsewhere.

a few moments later johnny announces he’s finished and excitement runs through your veins.

“you want first hit?” johnny asks you, you nod excitedly.

with a ruffle of your hair he passed you the blunt and a lighter. bringing the blunt in between your lips you spark it. inhaling a few puffs your eyes go wide. swallowing the smoke you blow it out with a smile.

“holy fuck” you say, looking at yuta.

he shrugs his shoulders with an expression that says ‘i told you so’.

“this is some good shit” you compliment his stash.

bringing the blunt to your lips again you take another hit, savoring the feeling of the smoke hitting the back of your throat. passing it to yuta, you smile at him. he lets out a small laugh at your actions. sitting back into the couch he takes a few hits himself.

“you like it, huh?” johnny asks you, and you look at him with a wide smile. he laughs ruffling your hair again. you pout and push his hand away.

“stop it, im not a kid” you tell johnny, to which he only smiles at.

letting your hair down from the hair tie you run your hands through it. putting the hair tie in your mouth you attempt to fix what johnny ruined. yuta’s eyes follow your movement with heavy eyes. pulling your hair back, you twist it and put it back in a ponytail. yuta feels a rush of excitement flow through him.

“here” johnny tells you absentmindedly. you grab the blunt from his hand.

“lucas, when’s the next frat party?” johnny asks.

“tomorrow actually, you guys coming? ” johnny looks over at you.

you blew out the smoke and sucked it right back in just to push it out through your nose. you smile at yourself, not even realizing all the eyes on you. once you do, you start to giggle.

“what are you guys looking at?” you laugh, leaning towards johnny.

“we’ve been smoking together since we graduated high school and she’s still a lightweight,” johnny shakes his head.

“not funny, suh” you glare at your bestie.

“I'm sorry, but it’s true. look at you right now” he retorts.

“yeah yeah, whatever” you stick your tongue out at him, continuing to get higher.

after a few more hits you pass it to yuta. when he grabs it, his fingers purposely brush over your own. you tilt your head at the action. eyes following his movements as he brings the blunt up to his lips and connects his eyes with yours. you look at each other for a while before yuta motions towards the lighter in your hand. paying no mind to his open hand, you move closer and spark the blunt for him yourself. he smirks and sinks back into the couch.

“gross” johnny says, standing up.

“lucas come help me get some snacks and drinks.” the taller boy nods and follows suite.

meanwhile, you soak up yuta’s looks. his long black hair messy from his hand running through it so many times. his now sunken in red eyes, the silver eyebrow piercing glistening prettily in the light. you tilt your head, eyes moving lower. his perfect nose, pretty lips and sharp jawline. this boy was fine as hell. the question that kept running through your mind was why have you never met him? even though you are a ‘keep to myself’ typa person you haven’t even seen him around campus. thoughts overflowing your brain you didn’t even realize that you were still staring and he was talking to you.

“yn? hello?” yuta says, waving his hand in front of your face.

you blink twice, now sitting up straight.

“yeah? sorry, i was daydreaming” you sheepishly admit.

the boy laughs, passing the blunt back to you. to which you happily accept, needing a reason not to talk anymore.

“all good, were you daydreaming about me?” he asks boldly, staring right at you.

when you look back at him your nerves go crazy.

“hm? what? of course not!” you defend yourself.

yuta laughs and scoots closer to where you’re seated on the floor.

“you’re cute when you’re flustered” he taunts you, patting your head like a child.

you blink, not fully registering what’s happening right now. up close he’s way prettier. his cologne fills your nose, and his gold chain comes into view. you take another hit of the blunt not knowing how to reply. when your lips part to blow the smoke out he grabs your face. looking at him with wide eyes, crinkling your eyebrows in confusion.

“shotgun me” he says in a low dominant tone.

you don’t know why, but you listen. sitting up on your knees you tilt your head. lips only mere centimeters from each other. you blow the smoke into his mouth and he sucks it in, eyes never leaving yours. the overwhelming feeling of being this close to someone this attractive has you going weak in the knees. grabbing onto his thighs for support you let out a small sigh, looking down to the ground. you hear a low chuckle come from his mouth. looking back up, his face is now closer than before. he takes in your features, tugging his bottom lip with his teeth.

“can i kiss you?” he asks, staring at your lips.

you struggle to find words, your throat is all dried up. so instead of using your words you showed him. crashing your lips onto his, you could taste the smoke on his lips. moaning into his mouth at the taste. his hands crawled up your body. starting at your hips, they made their way up your back and under your shirt. you snapped back to reality when the coldness of his rings touched you. pulling back you catch your breath, taking his hands into your own.

“we can’t do this here,” you whispered, still a bit out of breath.

“and you’re my roommates dealer!! i can’t be with you” you quietly shouted, not wanting the two in the kitchen to overhear.

“who gives a shit, yn” yuta said, almost like it was common sense. he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“i want you, you want me” he stated, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

“so who’s to say we can’t have what we want? we’re fucking grown” the seriousness was evident in his voice.

“we just met, i don’t want you. i-it’s just the weed” you said sternly, pushing his hands away. turning away from the boy with a huff, crossing your arms over your chest. he chuckles at your childish antics. pinching your cheek, cooing at your cuteness.

“sure doll, whatever you say.” he taunts you with his words.

“you know if you were sober you’d still want this” turning your face to his with a finger under your chin.

you stare back at him, not letting his gaze intimidate you. with a small smile you got closer to his face. close enough that you could feel his breath fanning over your features, but far enough to not be touching him.

“oh, are you tryna show me you're a big girl right now?” he teased, adjusting himself in his seat.

a playful smirk shown on his face, obviously enjoying this little game.

“it’s just my high that’s making you fine” you tell him, earning a laugh.

“you think i’m fine?” he asked, giving you a look. rolling your eyes, you turn away from him again. finding your seat again you sat cross-legged.

johnny and lucas make their way out of the kitchen and back to their respective seats. Johnny hands you your drink and mimics your seated position. your head naturally falls back to his shoulder.

“awe man, fuck you two! they smoked the rest” lucas whines. you laugh at the annoyed look on his face. you were slowly coming down from your high as your eyes fluttered shut, sleep overcoming your senses.

—

you could barely keep your eyes open in this damn class, wanting so badly to take a hit of your pen in your pocket. today was a lazy day for you, dressed in a comfortable velour sweatsuit and your favorite pair of sneakers. you didn’t bother to do anything special to your hair either. it was out of your face, held back by a pretty pink butterfly clip. you didn’t understand why statistics was a mandatory class and you were a photography major. make it make sense. just as you were about to excuse yourself from your seat and go home, a familiar figure saunters into the big classroom. his silky black hair bouncing with every step. he scans the room as if he’s looking for someone. once his eyes connect with yours a playful grin spreads across his face. making his way up to where you were sitting, he invites himself to the unoccupied one next to you.

“come here often?” he asks you, his pretty smile coming into view.

you let out a quiet chuckle, shaking your head.

“what are you doing here?” you ask him, never having seen him here before.

“im in class what does it look like im doing” he tells you, sarcasm dripping from every word.

“it’s the second semester and i’ve never seen you here once” you eyed him suspiciously.

“just enjoy and appreciate my presence, doll” he throws a wink your way, sliding down in his seat. moving his arm to rest on the back of your chair. his fingers dance on your shoulder, rubbing at the material of your jacket. you pick up your pen, scribbling down whatever information seemed resourceful. paying no mind to the many eyes that were on you, eyeing the chemistry between you and the infamous man seated next to you. casually his fingers grow greedier, moving from your shoulder to your arm and eventually further down. his hand now rests on your hip, toying with the waistband of your sweatpants. you look at him, your eyes telling him don’t get any ideas. he feigns innocence, looking at you as if he’s not mere inches away from your heat. sliding his hand down your thigh and back up his fingers briefly touch your heat. you throw a glare his way, grabbing his hand in yours.

“stop it, i’m trying to focus.” you quietly shout at the man. he only laughs at you, cooing about how cute he thinks you are.

“im serious, yuta! can you please just behave” you ask him with pleading eyes. you didn’t want any attention on you. you hated it. you hated when people look at you for too long, when their eyes judge you, or when you cause a scene and everybody's watching your every move.

something clicks in yuta when you tell him to behave though. something he didn’t like. he didn’t want you telling him to behave. fuck that shit. he tells you to behave. he tells you to be a good girl for himand take his fingers thrusting in and out of your heat no matter where you guys are. and you better be fucking quiet about it too. all you’re supposed to do is shut up and listen to him. you don’t give commands, telling him what to do and what not to do. fuck that, fuck that. his dick twitches in his jeans when he thinks of teasing you in public and you acting like nothing is happening underneath the table. he thinks of all the things he can do to you. all the things he wants to do to you. shoving his dick down your throat, making you gag around his length. tears brimming your eyes as he overstimulates you as much as he wants. he swallows a groan that wishes to escape from his throat.

his eyes overlook your appearance, god you’re so pretty. he thinks to himself. watching as you push your glasses back up on your face. a few stray hairs falling in your face as your head hangs low, writing intently in your notebook. why hadn’t he introduced himself earlier? why wait so long? where the fuck have you been his whole life?

he bites his lip as he watches your tongue poke out of your mouth, wetting your lips. you didn’t do it with sexual intent, but it still made him twitch. he wanted you so bad. if he could, he would have you bent over this desk right here, drilling you from the back. making you take his whole length, fucking you into oblivion. fucking you till you couldn’t walk properly. god, that would be a sight. you stumbling out of his bed to go pee after he rearranged your guts. thinking about how cute you would look, struggling to stand because of how hard he fucked you. he smiles absentmidnely at the thought.

“knock knock, anyone home?” you softly knock on his forehead, trying to grab his attention.

the man shakes his head, finally brought back down to earth.

“yeah? what’s up?” he’s mildly out of breath, trying to recollect himself from his nasty fantasies.

“do you wanna grab lunch with me?” you ask, standing up and collecting your belongings.

“yeah, sure! what are you in the mood for?” he mimics your actions, slinging your backpack over his shoulder for you. you thank him with a smile, following behind him as he leads the way out.

“i’m not sure actually, maybe burgers? kinda want some grease” you sheepishly admit. to this he smiles at, liking your honesty.

“ok, let’s go then” he puts his hand out for you to grab. you happily oblige, intertwining your fingers.

—

john <3: babe do you want leftovers or for me to make you something fresh?

you eye the text message from your best friend. you know yuta sees it too. wiping your hands with a napkin before picking up your phone.

you: oh, im eating right now actually. so you dnt have to worry!!

john <3: hm? really? you usually come home and eat my food tho :(

john <3: who are you and where’s yn!! >:(

you let out a small laugh at his message. yuta knows he shouldn’t be jealous, but he is. the pet name and the fact that he’s not the center of your attention making his emotions go crazy.

you: you can still make me dinner :P

john <3: tonight’s the frat party dummy, but if ur not going then i’ll make u sumn to warm up.

you: oh yeah huh..damn

you: i have a test on monday :/ so i was supposed to study.

john <3: k, then i’ll make u sumn quick. it’ll be in the fridge for you, ok?

you: kk! bye, love u.

you sit your phone back down and look at the pouting boy in front of you.

“what’s the matter?” you ask, fighting the urge to pinch his cheeks.

“johnny” he says.

“johnny?” your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“what do you mean? what about johnny?” you tilt your head out of confusion.

“how come he calls you that” yuta pouts, reaching for you hand.

“what, babe? he always does” you tell the man in front of you.

“he calls me dummy, idiot, honey, babe..ma-”

“ok ok, i get it” yuta cuts your sentence short. he lets go of your hand and folds them over his chest. why does johnny get to call you all those names? deep down he knows that it’s because you guys have been acquainted for a long time so it’s only natural. —but that’s not the point right now. he doesn’t want logic, he wants to be jealous because that’s how he feels. you laugh and reach for his hands again but he doesn’t let you.

“yuta come on, stop being petty.” you pout at the boy, he glances at you but remains unwavered. your eyebrows crinkle at his reaction, not understanding why he was being so petty. you stand and sit beside the man, wanting to get closer.

“yuta” you softly call out to him, dragging the last letter out.

raising your hand to glide across his arm, leaving goosebumps on his skin. you dip down to his neck, breath hot on his skin. he sucks in a breath. ‘keep your composure, don’t be a wimp’ he tells himself. you leave a small kiss on the back of his neck, right under his ear. poking your tongue out to kitten lick him jokingly. you giggle, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“don’t be mad at me, please” you pout, looking at him with your pretty eyes.

he sighs, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“fucking hate you” he mumbles into your hair.

“mm sure you do” you whisper, smiling up at him.

—

yuta pulls up to your apartment, putting the car in park.

“thanks for the ride” you tell him, sending a small smile his way.

he returns the action, telling you it was nothing.

“i’ll see you tonight then?” he asks, referring to the party.

“actually not sure, i have a test to study for—on Monday” you say, unbuckling your seatbelt.

you don’t miss the disappointed look that washes over his features.

“you can study on the weekend though, i’ll even help you” he offers to help you, trying to get you to come to the party.

part of you wants to go, but you know you’re gonna see him. it’s a party thrown by his fucking fraternity. of course he’s gonna be in attendance, you can’t imagine seeing him. all those emotions and memories flooding to the forefront of your mind. no, fuck that. you didn’t wanna see how good he looked, or how well he’s been holding up without you. you’d rather gouge your eyes out with a pen. god you wished you weren’t so weak sometimes. you knew you had developing feelings for yuta, there’s no denying that. but jaehyhun was your everything at one point in time. he was the only one you seen, you gave him your everything for 2 and a half fucking years. so there’s no surprise as to why you still had lingering feelings for the said male. you wanted so badly to go with yuta though, to show him that he wasn’t the only person capable of moving on. the only difference being you’re not just sleeping with anyone — you genuinely liked yuta and could see yourself and him having a future. bringing yourself out of your thoughts you direct your eyes to the male in the driver seat. he looks effortlessly ethereal, the sun shining on his honey skin. illuminating his brown pupils, you smile at him.

“you’re so handsome” you blurt out. your comment makes yuta smile.

“stop, im blushing” you both laugh.

leaning in to plant a chaste kiss to your temple, he smiles down at you.

“if you come tonight, i’d be beyond thrilled,” he caresses your face, pushing the stray hairs out of your face.

“—if you choose to not come, that's fine too. it’s your choice, baby” he tells you, showing that stupidly cute smile of his. you nod in understanding, kissing his cheek. you go to open the door. stepping out and grabbing your bag, you start to wave bye. he opens his glove compartment, grabbing a clear bag. handing it to you, you grab it excitedly knowing what it is.

“is it the same from that day?” you ask, beaming at the man in front of you.

he smiles and nods his head yes. you squeal.

“handsome and he gives me free weed?! somebody pinch me” you smile widely, thanking yuta.

waving bye to each other, he watches you make your way upstairs. mumbling a small ‘cute’ seeing you skip down the hall. after waiting for you to get inside, he then pulls off.

—

you scratch your scalp with the pencil in your hand. groaning you let your head fall onto your desk. your tummy growls, practically begging to be fed. double tapping your screen you check the time on your phone. 7:30pm. you sigh, pushing yourself out of your chair. wrapping your throw blanket around your body you make your way to the kitchen. scouring the fridge for the dinner johnny left for you. your eyes land on the tupperware up at the top with a sticky note.

‘for my favorite girl <3’ you smile at the cheesy note.

you smile even harder when you realize what’s inside. picking up your phone you press the text message icon.

you: UGHH JOHNNY BEST BOY!! I LOVE U SFM

john <3: lmaooo are you high??

you: not yet,,but im talking abt what u made me :( i lub u

john <3: lol, its nothing. eat up, ok? imu

you: oh trust, will. :)) same hereeee

john <3: alr honey, i’ll ttyl.

you turn your phone off, waiting eagerly for the food to finish warming up. johnny’s question reminded you that yuta gave you some weed earlier. you were only cloud nine. your favorite food and good bud? who could ask for more? you mind drifted aimlessly as you ate alone at the table. scrolling through tiktok as you spoon the food into your mouth at the same time. eventually growing tired of social media, you close the app. with a sigh you stare at the wall ahead. now that you were fed, you did want to smoke but you can’t roll a blunt to save your life. johnny always rolling them for you. sighing you go back to your room. your mind drifted to yuta, you wondered what he was doing right now. you wanted to know what he was wearing to the party, cursing yourself for not getting his number earlier. you knew he looked good though. you didn’t even need to see proof, you knew he looked fine as fuck tonight. maybe a little too fine..your mind thought of all the girls that are probably gawking at him. hoping they could go home with him. you sat up with a pout. no way could you let that happen! yuta wasn’t available to them, he’s supposed to be yours..right? you hated the thought of any other girl receiving the same treatment as you. free weed, burgers, and company in a class he didn’t have? fuck that. you jumped out of bed and went to go shower.

—

walking up to the familiar frat house, you swallow hard. throat suddenly dried up due to the deja vu. as if on cue a familiar blue headed man shouts your name.

“yn?! is that you?!” mark yells, making his way towards you.

your eyes widened, he looks good. the taller boy walks up to you and envelopes you into a hug.

“you look so hot” he compliments, smiling at you.

“thanks, you look good too” mark laughs and hands you a beer.

“what brings you here today? you haven’t been back here in a hot minute” mark asks, arm hanging loosely on your shoulder.

you shrug not wanting to tell him.

“just cause i guess” you lie, he nods.

“well, if your still good at beer pong i could use you later!” he says loudly, slurring a bit.

you laugh and nod, bidding your goodbye’s. you make your way past the sweaty bodies inside, looking for your tall best friend. spotting the top of his blonde hair you walk in that direction. he’s standing with three others, red cup in hand. only recognizing two, haechan and yuta. the brown headed boy’s eyes widen at your sudden appearance, jumping off of the couch to tackle you into a hug. lifting you off the ground he spins you around. you let out a little squeal at the action.

“oh my god, what the fuck” he yells, out of breath. holding your face in his hands, as if he were checking if you were real.

“it’s been so long” he pouts, pulling you in for another hug. after pulling away his hands linger on your waist too long for yuta’s liking. poking his cheek with his tongue out of sheer annoyance.

“i know huh, im sorry” you look down, feeling bad for ghosting him and any other friend you made through your ex.

you thought you were making the right decision. you didn’t wanna make them choose, so you chose for them. blocking some and just outright ignoring others. you didn’t want any confrontations with anyone about who was whose friend first. fuck all that.

“it’s fine, you just better text me after tonight.” the younger boy scolds you, and you nod obediently.

yuta is now even more annoyed. are you foreal listening to him? he’s younger than you! not to mention the lack of honorifics.

“i will, definitely!” you smile, patting the younger boy atop his head.

hyuck was like a little brother to you. growing up an only child, you longed for a younger sibling. you wanted to take care of someone. haechan gave that to you. you guys grew close during yours and jaehyun’s relationship. sometimes you would even come over to see haechan and not jae.

“mmm, i missed you so much” you whined, ruffling his hair before pulling him into your chest.

the younger one melts into your touch, wrapping his arms around your waist. his hands a bit too close to your ass while his face rests atop your exposed cleavage.

“me too, noona” he smiles into your touch.

yuta was beyond angry. fuming, livid, he was seeing red. he stands, scowl evident. stalking over to you and haechan he tugs your wrist. you pout, but follow him. johnny and haechan give you a look. haechan seems worried and confused, while johnny has a smirk on his lips. as if he knows something you don’t.

“yuta can you please—ouch!” your sentence is cut short when a larger man runs into you, spilling some of his drink on you.

yuta looks back at the interaction, hand still gripping your tiny wrist. your mouth was agape and the mans face wore an annoyed look.

“what the fuck! oh my god” you sighed, looking down at the sticky liquid dripping down your arms and dress.

“watch where you’re going next time” the unfamiliar man tells you, turning around nudging you in the process. yuta was already mad as hell, somebody’s night was about to be ruined and this dickhead right here seemed like the perfect opportunity.

“hey asshole — apologize” yuta shouts over the loud music. pulling you by your wrist, he protectively puts you behind his back. you cling to his arm, peeking from behind his elbow.

“what’d you say to me?” the man replies, laughing.

“i didn’t stutter, apologize. and do it now” his words dripped with dominance.

“look here, if your little dumbass back there didn’t bump into me—i would still have my drink. i think she owes me an apology and a drink” he looks around for approval from the crowd, nodding at the few laughs that erupt from the crowd.

“oh so you’re a funny guy” yuta laughs mockingly, slipping out of his jacket. he drapes it around your shoulders and kisses your forehead.

“gimme a few minutes, and you’re still in trouble” you pout at the statement, but you’re more worried about what’s going to happen.

yuta steps forward towards the man, rolling his shoulders backwards. you see johnny and haechan out of the corner of your eyes. johnny and you make eye contact and he gives you a thumbs up, probably in response to the worried expression on your face. the man steps forward as well, he’s a few inches taller than yuta but he doesn’t seem intimidated at all.

“fight! fight! fight! fight!” the crowd starts to chant.

“come on guys, i can’t knock out some—” his sentence is cut short when yuta’s fist collides with his jaw. a mixture of spit and blood come out of his mouth as he falls to the ground. with a cocky smirk yuta bends down where he’s laid, out cold.

“next time, just say sorry” he taps his cheek, taunting the man with his pretty smile.

standing up he brushes his hands off and makes his way back to you, picking up where he left off. dragging you off somewhere. you’re still shocked about what just happened, but you follow him nonetheless.

—

“thanks, for the clothes and what you did.” you mumbled, fiddling with the sleeves of your (his) jacket.

you were now dressed in one of yutas shirts and a pair of his sweatpants.you looked ridiculous.

“don’t mention it, and he was an ass” yuta says nonchalantly.

you chuckle.

“do you wanna smoke, baby?” he asks you, your head perches up at the question.

you nod eagerly. reaching out to you, he ruffles your hair with a smile. grabbing the tray from the side of his seat he asks you to hand him the bag out of the compartment in front of you. you do as your told, handing him the gram that’s inside along with a pack of raws (little papers u roll the weed in lol)

you watch intently as he rolls up, trying your best to not miss anything. you had to learn one day, johnny’s not gonna roll your blunts forever. occasionally he bring the joint to his lips to lick the paper so it’ll stay in place and you blush. may or may not wish you were the joint.

“all finished, here. you hit it first” you smile and grab the joint from his fingers.

placing it between your lips you lean forward, silently asking for a spark. he does so. puffing a few times you inhale the smoke and blow it back out. you sigh at the feeling that washes over you. nothing like the first hit.

“how do you know haechan?” yuta asks, staring at you intently.

“we met through my ex, he’s like my little brother” you answer, saying it exactly for what it was.

“ex?” he says, obviously wanting to know who you were referring too.

you sigh. passing him the joint.

“it’s a long story” you say, turning your body towards his.

“i got time” he replies, blowing the smoke out.

“yuta” you call him, he hums in response.

he turns his body towards yours as well, finding your eyes.

“if you don’t wanna tell me that’s fine” he reassures you.

you wanna tell him but you also don’t wanna push him away either. after you open up to someone it’s hard for you to keep in touch. there’s a reason why johnny’s your only friend. after that breakup, you hadn’t been the same.

“next time, promise” you tell him, lifting your pinky.

he intertwined his with your sealing it with a ‘kiss’. you both laugh at the small interaction. finishing the joint you look at yuta with heavy red eyes. your high was 10x better than last time since you hotboxed the car. sitting in a cloud of smoke, breathing in the recycled air. you laugh to yourself. yuta was high as well, but his tolerance was better than yours.

“yuta!” you call out to the man and he smiles.

climbing over the middle compartment you invade his personal bubble. plopping yourself right on top of him, legs on either side of his thighs.

“what can i do for you?” he asks, his hands finding your hips.

“you said i was in trouble” you pouted, hands on his chest. that’s right, you were in trouble huh. yuta totally forgot.

“that’s right, you were in trouble.” he replies, hands traveling under your shirt.

“what did i do?” you tilt your head, trying to remember all that you did.

“you were too close to haechan” he says.

your eyes widen in surprise. haechan?! flabbergasted was an understatement!

“wait wait wait” you say, trying to wrap your head around everything

“i’m in trouble because i was too close to hyuckie?” you ask again, sounding like a broken record.

“exactly” he answers in all seriousness.

“you do realize he’s like my little brother, right? i don’t like him” you remind him.

he shrugs in response, his hands rubbing the small of your back.

“of course you don’t like him, he’s not me” he says nonchalantly, leaving small kisses on your chest.

your eyes flutter shut at the contact, hands sliding behind his neck to play with the hair on his nape. trailing his kisses up to your ear he whispers.

“get in the back, princess” you obey his command, sliding off his lap and climbing to the back.

with a grin he follows. as soon as you two are settled, he attacks your lips. kissing you hungrily his hands roam your body. trailing down your back to grip your ass. you let out a squeal of surprise, and he inserts his tongue in your mouth. the two of your tongues fight for dominance, yuta reigning victorious of course. breathing hard you both continue making out, yuta’s hands still gripping your butt. you moan when you pull away from the kiss out of breath. trying to steady you rake a hand through your hair. smirking at you he pulls you in by your hips. you let out a yelp when he pushes you down on his boner. he groans in bliss, loving the feeling of your clothed heat against him.

“make yourself feel good, love” he tells you, his hands moving to rest behind his head.

with a bite of your lip, you begin to move against his hard length. with a few shaky breaths, you set a pace. yuta smiles up at you, loving the sight in front of him. your messy hair, breath ragged, moving against his clothed length? he was so ready to put a baby in you, with no regrets either. you throw your head back when he grabs your hips and moves you faster and harder against him. his thoughts egging him on. you bite your lip to swallow the moan daring to escape. grabbing his neck you pull him in for a messy kiss. disconnecting from each other, a string of saliva following suit.

“you’re so hot” he tells you, hips still moving against each other.

only stopping once he felt too close to cumming. he would hate himself if he came in his pants like a virgin. he’s been wanting to fuck you for so long, so he was set on cumming inside you. you whine his name when he stops moving against you. hands hitting his chest lightly, pouting at the man under you.

“don’t worry i’ll give you something better” he winks, flipping you under him in an instant.

you yelp in surprise. his hands toyed with the band of your sweats, eyes asking for permission. you shyly nod. he grins and pulls them down. his eyes eagerly take in the sight of your legs. bringing your legs to rest over his shoulders, he kisses your inner thighs. you let out a light groan, watching his every move. his kisses lead up to your heat and he leaves an open mouthed kiss right next to where you need him the most.

“yutaaa” you whine, hands finding his hair.

he laughs and rubs your hips with his fingers.

“what do you want?” you buck your hips up, silently answering. he tuts at your actions, slapping your thigh. a mix of a moan and a scream escapes your throat.

“use your words” he scolds you, voice lathered with dominance.

“i want you to eat m-me out” you answer, not quite able to look him in the eyes.

he leaves one more slap to your thigh, a bit harder than the first one. you moan again.

“p-please?” you add, tears brimming at the burning of your thigh. he rubs it with his fingers, and you look down at him. the skin on your thigh turning red. yuta kisses the spot he smacked, attempting to soothe the pain he caused you.

“good girl” was the last thing you heard before his mouth was on your heat.

your back arches at the contact, fingers tugging at his hair. yuta’s tongue was working wonders on you down south and you were loving every second of it. moans and incoherent slurs spilled out of your mouth. a mix of oh fuck’s and yuta’s were coming out like a chant. the familiar knot appeared again in your tummy as he lapped at your wetness.

“im gonna—” you try to warn the boy of your incoming orgasm but he was already well aware.

shoving two finger into your heat he pushed them in and out at an amazing speed. you could barely see, your orgasm taking over your whole body. your legs shook in pure bliss as you moaned out his name.

“cum for me baby” you hear him say as he’s still attacking your poor heat.

your back arches as you come, tugging at the man's hair roughly. but he didn’t stop. continuing to ravage your heat. he was pushing his fingers in and out of you, licking at your clit. you felt another oragasm building up in your tummy, closing your legs due to the overstimulation. his hands roughly pushed your legs back open. a muffled ‘keep them fucking open’ leaving his mouth. his mouth aggressively moved against your heat, bringing you to ecstasy with nothing more than his tongue once more. a screeching moan left your throat as your second orgasm washed over your body. your legs shook against his shoulders uncontrollably and you were literally seeing stars. you panted, attempting to collect yourself after what just happened. yuta sat up with a cocky smirk, loving the fucked out state you were currently in. he found it hella attractive. you look at him through hooded eyes, high definitely gone now. the only thing you were high off of was this man's mouth because god damn.

“i hope you don’t think we’re done, baby” yuta says in a low voice, almost like a whisper.

all you could do was whine in response. you could feel your heartbeat in your pussy, what the fuck does he mean we’re not finished?! yuta laughs as he helps you sit up.

“get on your knees” you nod and move to the floor in between his open legs.

your eyes looked over his hard length through his jeans. you bit your lip at the length, hands automatically going to rub it. a small moan leaves his mouth when your fingers graze over it, and your ears are in heaven. unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans you excitedly pull them down, leaving them to rest on his knees. you looked up at him, and his eyes were already on yours. he nods his head towards his length, telling you to continue. you listen and pull his boxers down, letting his cock free. your mouth was practically watering at the sight alone. he smirks, noticing the excited glint in your eyes. in a matter of seconds your mouth was on his length. dragging your tongue from bottom to the top, you swirled around his tip but didn’t take him in your mouth yet. yuta groans, not really fucking with you teasing him. he gives you a look but your ignore it, continuing to do what you wanted. teasing little kitten licks up and down his length, and small kisses to his tip. you were pushing his limits and you wanted a certain reaction from him and you were bound to get it.

“y/n” yuta’s voice was dangerously low.

you feel his eyes burning holes into your skin, too scared to lift your head. you feel his hands rake through your hair, grabbing a fistful. forcing your eyes to connect with his own. you whimper at the action. your faces are mere inches away from each other.

“do i need to do it for you?” he asks you.

you don’t answer. a mix of anxiety and excitement rushing through your veins. yuta looks at you with a cocked eyebrow.

“you have one more chance, princess” he warns you, collecting a fistful of your hair in his hands.

you hold your ground, keeping your mouth shut. a small ‘ok then’ left his mouth before he roughly positions your face in front of the tip of his cock. you lick your lips at the sight.

“open your mouth” you listen right away, opening wide for him.

without warning he shoves your face over his length. groaning, he holds you in place. your hands clawing at his thighs. bringing you back up by your hair he pushes you right back down. moving his hips in and out of your mouth, abusing your throat, you gasp for air in between his strokes. you could barely breathe but you were loving every second of it. you weren’t the only one either. looking up at him with tears dripping down your face, yuta groans at the sight.

“looking at me with your teary eyes is only gonna make me face fuck you harder, baby” yuta moans. picking up the pace he plows in and out of your mouth. a mixture of you gagging and spit filled the car. soon enough you felt his cock twitch in your mouth, telling you he was close. before you could even react he was pulling you up and off of his heat.

“you didn’t even cum” you pout looking up at the man, hand reaching for his cock.

it was covered in your saliva and his pre-cum. his hand pulls yours away from his length, guiding you to lay down.

“i wanna come inside you” he said in all seriousness.

you blinked at his statement. how was he so open about what he wanted?

“if you’re not on the pill i can get you some” he continues, interpreting your silence as unsureness.

“no it’s not that. i am” you tell him and he smiles, positioning himself in between your legs.

“good” bending down, he cages your head in between his arms.

leaving a kiss on your lips as he slides into you. moaning into his mouth at the burning stretch. he waits a bit for you to adjust. it’s been a long while since you’ve let somebody hit, and it was showing tonight.

“are you ok?” he asks, voice laced with concern.

you nod, arms wrapping around his neck. you move on your own, giving him the green light. he pulls all the way out and slides all the way back into you. he does this a couple more times, and it’s driving you crazy. you could feel everything, every little vein in his cock. your back arches as he rubs circles on your hips, drilling his cock into you repeatedly. your moans fill the car.

“more yuta, i want m-more” you manage to slur, nails dragging down his back.

yuta smirks and in a flash you were on your tummy. grabbing a fistful of your hair he forces you to sit up on your hands. his other hand at the small of your back, pushing it to make your arch. he slides back into you with ease, but this time he picked up his pace. movements faster and harder than just a few seconds before. incoherent moans falling from your mouth as he was fucking you into oblivion, hands still pulling your hair. you claw at the seat under you, he made you a moaning mess and you were here for it all. yuta slapped into you with no remorse, hands gripping your ass and thighs tight enough to leave bruises the next morning.

“you like that huh?” he bends down to your ear, making sure you heard him say that.

if your eyes weren’t already closed they’d be rolling to the back of your head. his dick was enough but now you were losing your fucking mind. that familiar knot formed in your tummy for the third time tonight and you could already feel it begin to become undone. your walls clenched around his cock, silently telling him you were close.

“you better not fucking come” he harshly whispers into your ear, yanking you to sit up on your knees by your hair.

this new position had you on cloud nine. his hands found your clit, rubbing circles edging you closer to your orgasm knowing he just told you to hold it. tears brimmed your eyes as you cry out in ecstasy. his name fell from your mouth as if it was a chant. you felt his strokes become sloppy, his cock twitching inside of you.

“cum. cum for me, baby” he whispers in your ear, kissing your earlobe.

you let yourself become undone, your whole body shaking like crazy. not too long after yuta unloaded himself inside, just like he said he would. a comfortable silence took over, nothing but heavy panting filled the car. yuta laid you down gently, pulling his hoodie back over your body. throwing back on his boxers he opted out to steal the sweats you had on, not wanting to put his jeans back on.

“i can’t feel my legs,” you say, earning a loud laugh from yuta.

you wish you were being dramatic but it was true, you literally couldn’t feel anything from the waist down. yuta opens the door, tugging you by your legs to the edge. picking you up, he kicks the door closed. sitting you down in the passenger seat he kisses the crown of your head lovingly, buckling you up. starting the car after getting you settled he looks over at you. your hooded eyes heavy with drowsiness, obviously sleepy. he watches as you curl up in the seat, wrapping your arms around yourself. turning the heater up he pulls off, heading home.

—

turning the engine off yuta looks over at your sleeping figure. he admires you for a second, watching your chest rise and fall. it brings a smile to his face. walking around the car he scoops you from your seat, your arms and legs fastening around his body immediately. with a smile, he locks the car as he makes his way into his apartment. upon arrival he lays you down on his bed, tucking you in. standing he goes to fetch you some water from the kitchen he feels you gripping his shirt, making him look down at you.

“lay down with me” you tell the man and he does.

laying in between his legs you rest your head on his chest, arms wrapping around his waist.

you didn’t know what you two were but all you knew were two things. you were comfortable as hell right now, and you didn’t wanna lose him no matter what.

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Addidentally Injuring Their S/o

Part Two Here

YT Video Here (thanks @vanillaicedlatte-yt)

Genre: a n g s t

Type: Drabble/ Headcannons

Summary: in the heat of an arguement, after a battle, etc., they activate their quirk and Y/n somewhat permanently.

Warnings: gore, blood, fighting/ cursing, crying, burns, toxic relationships, 290 spoilers, endeavor

Other: This was meant to come out yesterday, but shitty mental health got in the way, so yeet. Also, I’m sorry these get worse and worse as they progress, that’s usually how things go for me. This was also inspired by a Tik Tok that I can’t find where Shigaraki accidentally dusts y/n who’s trying to comfort him. It was a Cosplay, if anyone can find it please let me know so I can link it and credit the creator.

Characters: Shigaraki, Dabi, Bakugou, Todoroki

Angst Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy (let me know if you want to be added to or removed from the taglist)

Tomura Shigaraki

It had started as a great day, a perfect day even. Everyone was listening to him, the league was getting news coverage, people were afraid.

Everything was too perfect.

Something was going to go wrong, he was sure of it.

He hated the way everyone was laughing and joking together, Toga helping Magne do her nails, Spinner playing video games with Twice backstage, and you were chatting with Dabi and Compress about the league’s next moves.

Kuroguri was off doing something or other, and he’d mentioned another ‘follower of All For One.’

But something felt off.

And of course you would notice him.

You were hiding at an abandoned theatre, and he was sitting on the edge of the stage, staring out at the empty audience.

You were with Dabi and Compress in the wings, and glanced away from them towards your boyfriend.

He seemed stressed, scratching at his neck vigorously. You sighed, standing up and heading over to him, sitting beside him.

You placed your hand on top of his spare hand, offering him a soft smile.’

“Hey, baby~” you cooed. “How’s my boyfriend doing?”

He grumbled, yanking his hand away from you. Your theory was correct, he was stressed about something.

He didn’t want to talk to anyone, especially not you. You always tried to comfort him and convince him everything was ‘okay’ even when it wasn’t.

“Go away.” He growled. “I’m trying to think.”

“Thinking about what?” You asked, scooching closer to him.

“None of your fucking business!” He snapped at you, and you flinched away from him.

“Tomura, I was just trying to help-“ you frowned at him. He could be immature and bratty at times he’s, but he usually made sure not to get that way with you.

“I don’t give a shit! I don’t need your damn help!” He stood up, marching over to the wings to head backstage. You followed suit.

Compress and Dabi quickly rushed off the stage when they saw Shigaraki heading towards them. Dabi stopped for a moment next to you, looking at you.

“Good luck with him.” He said, jerking his head towards Shigaraki. You shrugged at him.

Shigaraki overheard Dabi’s notion, anger and distress intensifying. Good luck? Good luck?! What the hell was wrong with him?

Dabi and Compres joined Toga and Magne in the red velvet chairs, Compress requesting that he gets his nails done in orange and black when she finished with Magne’s.

Shigaraki pushed aside the large heavy curtains blocking his way backstage, finding Spinner and Twice huddled near a small TV, an old PvP game loading onscreen

They both looked over their shoulders, staring up at their boss. You quickly darted backstage, crouching next to the ‘gamer boiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis’ as they had nicknamed themselves.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered to them. “He’s in a bit of a mood. I’ll take care of it, okay?”

Did he hear you correctly?

A mood?

You’ll ‘take care of it?’

Of it?

What.

The.

Fuck.

“Say that again, to my fuckung face!” Shigaraki screamed at you. “Tell me I’m just ‘iN a MoOd’ again!!”

You turned to him, eyes wide and scared.

“I’m sorry, Tomura, I didn’t mean it like that- I just didn’t want our friends to worry!”

“They aren’t our fucking friends! They just work for us- they work for me!” He corrected himself.

You stood up, flicking your wrist to motion for Twice and Spinner to leave. They quickly turned off their game and rushed away.

“You might not consider them our friends, but they’re certainly my friends. And I won’t let you scare my friends.” You stood your ground, taking a step towards him.

He scoffed, turning around and marching back onstage. You sighed, following after him, again.

“Please, Tomura talk to me. I’m your partner I want to help you!” You exclaimed. “You’re worrying me, please!”

“Well I don’t want to fucking talk!” He shouted, “and I don’t have to!”

“Please, Tenko!”

“THAT’S NOT MY NAME!”

Red.

He saw red.

His hand flew away from him before he could stop himself, a target missile. It’s destination? Your face.

You lifted your hands instinctively, and he grabbed your wrist, fingers curling around your skin.

In that moment, all he felt was relief. Thank fucking god you’d lifted your arms. It was the one thing that has saved you from him.

You screamed, pain shooting up through you from your arm. Your skin peeled, falling away in tiny fragments of dust.

The dust fell around his fingers, your hand and wrist were completely gone now.

You felt someone pull you backwards, and you saw a glint of silver as Toga quickly severed your arm, blood spilling onto the floor of the stage where the pile of dust that used to be your arm lay.

You fell to your knees, screaming, reaching up and clutching at your elbow- the point of separation- desperately, trying to will your arm back into existence.

“TOMURA!” You shrieked, tears falling down your cheeks. “TOMURA! FIX IT!!”

It was hopeless, you knew there was no way for him to un-dust you. You fell forward, forehead pressed against the floor.

Shigaraki took a step back, glancing at his hand. There were a few speckles of dust resting on his palm. His breath quickened, eyes widening as he cupped his other hand over his mouth.

He stared down at you, Blood staining your shirt as you screamed and cried.

It must have hurt.

He remembered the promise he’d made after you’d started dating, when he’d protected you from some assholes trying to mug you.

“I promise you, I’m going to protect you. Nothing, no one, will lay a hand on you ever again.”

It was a promised meant against anyone who posed a threat to you.

He never meant to become a threat himself.

Touya Todoroki/ Dabi

Some days were always going to be better than others, that’s simply how it works when you’re recovering from trauma.

Today was one of the bad days.

He’d woken up with a thick, heavy, dark feeling in his chest.

He wasn’t even comforted by the warmth your body produced next to him.

Most days he’d roll over and wrap his arm around your body, pulling you close to his body to cuddle you.

This morning however, Dabi rolled away from you and climbed out of bed. You looked over your shoulder at him, confused and slightly hurt. Did you do something to make him upset last night?

You followed after your angsty boyfriend, walking out of the bedroom and down the hall into the kitchen.

He crashed at your apartment a lot, being a villain it was hard to get his own home. You didn’t know where he stayed when he wasn’t at your place.

He grabbed a box of cereal out of the cupboards, pouring himself a bowl. You pulled the milk out of the fridge, handing it to him with a smile.

He scrunched up his nose at your kindness, snatching the carton from your hand and angrily pulling the cap off.

You sighed, nervously pouring yourself a bowl as Dabi started to eat. He didn’t even bother to sit at the table.

“Hey, babe? You okay? You seem kind of... off today.”

Your boyfriend glanced down at you, cerulean eyes seemingly staring right through you.

“M’fine.” He grunted. Your frown tightened.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t believe that.” You shook your head at him.

Dabi glared down at you in annoyance. His scowl deepening. You took a step back, concerned and scared.

“Dabi, please talk to me.” You pleaded with him.

“Uzéndayo.” He grumbled angrily. “Fuck off.”

“Please, you’ll hurt my feelings.” You scoffed sarcastically. “You can talk to me, y’know.”

“Don’t fuckin need to. Leave me alone.”

“Dabi, this is my place. I’m not leaving you alone.”

“Then I’ll leave!” He snapped, brushing past you and leaving his cereal on the counter to sog.

He snatched his jacket off the back of the couch, shrugging it onto his shoulders.

“Seriously, Dabi! What the hell’s going on! Did I do something wrong?”

It pissed him off further to hear you blame yourself. You always thought it was your fault, but it never was.

“Oh shut the fuck up for once! Quit thinking it’s all about you! It’s not always about you!”

“Dabi just fucking talk to me! I’m not letting you leave until you tell me what’s wrong!”

You stepped in front of the door, flinging your arms open to block ilhis exit. He looked you in the eyes, seething.

“Nothing happened!” He shouted “Sometimes I’m just angry for no reason! Get out of my way and I’ll take my anger out on some rando and not on you. Then I’ll come back and we can pretend this never happened.”

“Dabi I won’t let you just kill some innocent person because you’re upset! Just sit with me and we can talk it out and-“

“That’s always your solution! Quit being a wimpy pacifist and move!”

“I’m not a pacifist, I just don’t think you should kill without reason!”

“Well I have a fucking reason!”

“And what’s that?”

“I want to!”

“That’s not a reason!”

“Just get out of my fucking way or I’ll make you!”

“Dabi, just talk to me!”

It was the last thing you said before he grabbed your arm and pulled your body forward to meet his. Your chest pressed against his, his face right in front of yours.

It’d be hot if you weren’t so scared.

“Listen here you little shit,” he growled, low and angry “I’m stronger than you in every fucking way.”

“Dabi?”

“I could kill you in an instant if I so desired.”

“Dabi-“

“Incinerate your filthy annoying ass any day I want, so be fucking grateful for once and watch your damn mouth!”

“Dabi!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN! I am superior to you in every way, you should be grateful I even share oxygen with you!”

“DABI YOU’RE HURTING ME!”

“I DON’T CARE IF IT HURTS, LISTEN TO ME YOU DIRTY MOTHERFUCKER!” He screamed in your face, eyes wild with unchecked rage.

Tears flowed down your face as you sobbed, indescribable pain was shooting up through your arms.

Dabi’s eyes finally drifted downwards, and he froze, mouth falling slack.

Smoke was billowing off his hands, and his knuckles were white with how hard he was gripping you.

He snapped his hands away from you, curling them into his body as his eyes widened. He took a few steps back.

There were black scorch marks on your body in the shape of his hands. They looked real bad.

“Get out.” You whispered, so soft he couldn’t hear.

“W-what?”

“GET OUT!” You screamed, pointing at the door despite the intense pain in your arms. “GET OUT OR I’M CALLING THE POLICE!”

“B-baby I’m sorry!” He shouted “I didn’t mean to, I promise!”

“I DON’T GIVE A SHIT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOME BEFORE I TURN YOU IN!”

Dabi stumbled past you, quickly rushing out of your apartment and shutting the door behind him.

His back was pressed against the wood as he slid down, covering his face as he listened to your sobs on the other side, hearing your footsteps fade into the bathroom, probably to run cold water on your skin.

For a moment, all the could think about was the cereal on the counter, getting soggy.

“Fuck.” He muttered, eyes burning as they tried to produce tears without his tear ducts.

“I’m so fucking sorry.”

Shoto Todoroki

Shit wrong emo scar boy with daddy issues, fire powers, and an evil older sibling with blue fire

There we go

It was a shitty day.

Well, most days were shitty days, but today was shittier than usual.

A home visit, Endeavor trying to act like he was ‘upset about everything that happened,’ and pretending he was the victim in the situation.

It would be enough to set anyone on edge, especially Shouto.

So it wasn’t much of a surprise when he returned to the dorms with a deep frown on his face.

Even when Midoriya, Iida, and Uraraka tried to talk to him, he still seemed angry the whole time. There was really only one thing that should be able to cheer him up. Let’s hope you do your job well.

“Knock knock~ Shouto it’s me!” you stood on the outside of Shouto’s dorm. You knew Shouto must be stressed, so you’d gotten him some brownies from the sweets cupboard, Sato’s locks were easy to pick.

“I don’t want to fucking talk.” his response was blunt, clearly annoyed that you’d bothered his brooding. “Go away.”

You sighed, he could act like such a child sometimes!

“Shouto, I just want to cheer you up! Let me in, babe.” a moment later, he swung the door open, am annoyed glare on his face. You smiled sweetly at him, handing him the plate of brownies. His hands remained in his pockets, glancing down at the brownies then back up at you.

“Um... can I come in?” you asked quietly. He shrugged, stepping aside to let you in. You stepped past him, sitting on the edge of the platform bed, setting the brownies on the nightstand.

Shouto closed the door behind him, turning to face you.

“Do... do you want to talk about it?” Shouto huffed, shaking his head and looking away from you.

“Do I look like I want to talk?” he snapped. You flinched, his tone was harsh.

“Shouto I just want to help, you don’t need to be rude.”

“I don’t give a shit if I’m being ‘rude.’“ He growled, arms crossed.

His eyes stared coldly at you. Yeah, he was definetly upset.

“That’s okay, we can chat about something else. Oh, Sato probably needs to change the lock on the sweets cupboard, I kinda broke it getting you these brownies!” you looked up at him, smile faltering as he looked down his nose at you. “Are... are you mad at me?”

“Wow, you just noticed that.” he rolled his eyes. “I told you to go away but you didn’t.”

“I-I’m sorry, I was just really worried about you. You’re my boyfriend and I love you, I don’t like seeing you upset.”

“Then maybe you should try fucking listening to me for once. If I don’t want to talk, then you can’t make me talk.” You nodded, apologizing again.

“Oh my god shut the fuck up!” he shouted. “You’re always talking, always apologizing, you’re getting on my fucking nerves!”

“Okay!” you stood up quickly, lifting your hands defensively. “I’ll just leave!”

You brushed past him on your way to the door, hesitating on the handle. You glanced over your shoulder at him.

“Would you fucking stop with the pity?” you looked at the ground, not saying anything.

You heard the slap before you felt it.

The sting shot through your face, and you could hear Shouto shouting at you, but it was muffled. You didn’t know what he was saying.

You lifted your hand to your cheek, hissing in pain. He didn’t just slap you,

He used his fire.

You choked on your words, turning to look at your boyfriend with tear-filled eyes.

Shouto was looking at you with a look of sheer horror on his face.

“I’m sorry...” you whimpered. “I’m going-” you slipped out the door, ignoring Shouto’s shout for you to turn back and talk to him

That it was an accident.

That he didn’t mean it.

That didn’t matter.

Katsuki Bakugou/ Dynamight

Fuck Icy-Hot.

Fuck. Him.

He said he’d gotten stronger since the Summer Camp, but he hadn’t at all.

He was still loosing to Todoroki, and no matter how hard he was working, he still kept loosing to him.

His hand was buried in his hair, tugging harshly every so often as he listened to you ramble about something that happened during your work study.

Even you were getting ahead of him, his own partner was getting stronger than him. He’d promised he’d protect you, but that would be useless if you kept improving faster than him.

“Then afterwords, FatGum took me, Kirishima, and Amajiki to this resturaunt, and the owner turned out to be a huge fan of FatGum, she gave us free desert! Oh my gosh the cake was so good!” you exclaimed, laughing a little.

Bakugou grumbled under his breath a little, keeping his eyes away from your estatic face.

“Great.” you glanced back to your boyfriend from where you sat at your desk, eyebrows furroring. Usually, Katsuki would give you one of those proud smirks all like ‘that’s my partner,’ but today he seemed upset.

“You alright, Katsuki? Was your provisional licence class stressful today?” you asked sympathetically, moving your hand towards him to comfort him.

He yanked his hand away from you, shooting you a pissed off look.

“Fuck no.” he growled. “Even if it was, I can handle it. I don’t need your damn help.” you rested your hand on your lap.

“I know, Katsuki. My boyfriend’s so strong!” you smiled brightly at him. Usually complimenting him would make him feel better, but today it seemed to only piss him off more.

“Shut up.” he hunched over, curling into himself more. He pulled one leg up to his chest, holding it under his knee.

“Uh.. are you sure you’re okay?” you asked, cocking your head to the side gently.

“I’m fucking fine!” He snapped, keeping his eyes anywhere but on you. “I don’t need your pity!”

“Pity? Katsuki I’m not pitying you, I’m worried for you. You’re my boyfriend and I want you to be happy so-”

“Didn’t I say to shut up?” he stood up, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Don’t give me your worry, fight me instead!”

“Why the hell would I fight you, Katsuki? I already know you’re stronger than me!”

“Fucking how? You got that new work study you’re constantntly talking about! How haven’t you gotten stronger than me?”

“Is that what this is about? I’ve only been at my work study for a few days, how in the world could I have leaped leagues in that amount of time to reach your level?”

“Then why even join that stupid work study if you’re not getting stronger?”

“I am getting stronger, just not fast enough to be at your level that quickly!” you explained. “Sorry?”

“Ugh just shut the fuck up!” he shouted, storming out of your dorm and down the hall to the common room. There were a only a few people in there,

Yao-Momo and Jirou in the kitchen, Kirishima and Kaminari on the couches, and Sero was leaning over the back of the couch. They all looked up when Bakugou stormed in with you on his tail.

“Katsuki, you’re confusing me! What’s going on? How can I help? Is it something I did?”

“Just leave me alone, okay? Go away!” he shouted over his shoulder. Kaminari, Kirishima, Sero, Jirou, and Yaoyorazu all snapped their heads towards you and Bakugou.

“Katsuki, please! You’re scaring me!” you glanced over at your friends, Jirou and Yao-Momo glancing between each other and muttering.

“Yo, Kachan, the hell’s going on between you and Y/n?” Kaminari asked, standing up. Sero hissed at him to sit down if he wanted to keep his head.

“I’m sorry, Kaminari, Bakugou’s upset and I don’t know why-”

“Don’t know why? Quit it with the lies! I hate liars!”

“I-I’m not lying! I really don’t know!” you reached forward, latching your hand onto his wrist. “Please just talk to me!”

“BULLSHIT!” he snapped his hand away from yours. “You’re a fucking liar!”

“Bakubro, calm down!” Kirishima stood up, briskly walking over to the two of you.

“STAY OUT OF THIS!” Bakugou slammed his palm against Kirishima’s face, setting off a small explosion.

“KIRISHIMA!” You ran to his side as the smoke cleared, finding his face hardened.

“I’m okay, I’m okay!” he assured you. He offered you a small smile, suddenly, he yelped and ducked, avoiding another hit from Bakugou.

“LET GO OF THEM!” he shouted, and his hand sparked twice before setting off again. This time right next to your face.

You hit the ground first, then felt stinging pain across your face and shoulder.

You didn’t even hear your own screaming because of the fact that he blew up your ears.

You didn’t register Kirishima picking you up, or Bakugou staring after you in fear, or the others in the room scolding Bakugou or worrying about you.

All you knew in that moment was pain.

Pure, white hot, agonizing pain.

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Temptation

-Wednesday-

I love him so much. God I love him. And he’ll never know. Maybe it was a curse from a past life or something. To live like this, tantalizingly close to him but unable to act. I knew he didn’t see me that way, but that didn’t help any in my situation.

Take today for instance, he just came back from the gym today soaked in the lingering smell of sweat. It was probably residual perspiration on the clothes he was carrying back or some other thing in his bag. Still. The smell. Goddamn. I could have died and gone to heaven on the spot. I tried to sneak a whiff of Connor, but all I could pick up was whatever soap and cologne he used. It was earthy, woodsy. Like cut cedar and fresh rain. It’s the Connor I always smelled, since he did always keep himself quite clean, and it’s a wonderful scent in its own right, forming the basis of my idea of Connor and the scent I associated with him. But damn. This paled in comparison to the hints of musk and workout sweat I could glean from his clothing. He reeked of pure man and it’s such a shame he covered that up. God I hope he doesn’t do laundry anytime soon.

He must have picked up on something, cause not a moment later I got a “Oh dude! I’m so sorry, this stuff probably reeks haha. I’ll get it washed up so it doesn’t stink up the place” he laughed politely. Fuck.

“Sure, you do you” I stated back, mentally cursing at his propensity for cleanliness.

You’d think the ROTC guys wouldn’t give two fucks about their smell but I guess Connor was an exception. Then again I don’t really know what they did, so maybe it was normal for them. In any case, he definitely did laundry tonight, and I definitely lost out on a good jack off.

-Friday-

So, weird thing happened last night. Connor looked tired as fuck, but he went out. The man must have been running on sheer willpower alone cause he had some kind of training day earlier today too. He collapsed in his room at like 8. Yet there he was an hour later- eyes bloodshot, hair tousled. Maybe he wanted to let loose or something? Still pretty weird. I mean, the guy was practically a saint. It’s odd enough that he went out for drinks, but even odder that he went out dressed like he did. Still I could definitely get used to a more experimental Connor.

He was also a little looser when he came back. Gave me a pat on the shoulder and a wink. Something about “keeping the room safe” or something. I couldn’t concentrate enough to tell what he was actually rambling about. His breath was drenched in alcohol. I feel like I almost got drunk off the fumes alone when he spoke. No surprise when he had no recollection of any of it after he woke up from his nap.

Total guilty pleasure, but the messy look was kind of hot on him. Never seen my friend so disheveled like this, he was always so prim and proper. It’s kind of nice to see him knocked down a few pegs.

-Tuesday-

Connor let out a cute yawn before scratching his pits. He gave his scratching hand a quick sniff before settling into a satisfied smile. My dick jumped a little. I feigned ignorance when he regarded me, asking me if I saw that. “I… uh…no. Definitely not.”

“Sure dude.” Now fully aware of my stare, Connor continued scratching at himself. “You’re seeing this now though, right?” He ran a hand over his stomach, gently feeling through his defined abs. I kept replaying the event in my head, drooling the delight I just witnessed and at a little daydream of me coming up to to feel this new side of Connor with him. In my daze, I barely noticed my roommate inching closer.

Plus, did he seem… bigger? Though I can’t say I’ve ever seen the guy without a shirt on so I guess I just never noticed. Regardless, this version of Connor was fucking hot. Looks like he’s got a tat too. Hot.

“Baby if you’re gonna keep looking, you might as well have a taste.” He laughed warmly. I couldn’t believe what I just heard. In my stunned state, I couldn’t do anything beyond stare at him in disbelief as a vascular hand that seemed larger than it should be guided mine around his perky ass. God what a nice ass. I still recoiled out of the sheer absurdity in the situation. Try as I might, I couldn’t wrap my brain around the idea of this Connor. It’s like he was two different people. Well, I definitely liked this version of my friend more. I’m still drooling over what just happened.

“Another time, then,” he chuckled before walking to his room.

Weird. Connor never really shut his door other than to sleep. Guess he was tired or something.

-Thursday-

Well shit, I totally misread all of that. Today, I thought I saw that same glint of intrigue in his eyes and decided to risk it. Conner was just sitting in his boxers eating cereal and I was just standing there, a few feet behind. I couldn’t help it. My hand instinctively reached out and the cupped the outline of his ass. Perky. It was cute and compact and plump but definitely had a bit of muscle behind it. I regretted the action immediately.

“…The fuck dude?” He gently whispered. It was more bewilderment than anything. Fuck. He was incredulous and I couldn’t blame him. Anger raged inside him, I could tell. But neither of us knew what to do in the situation. We stood there, staring at each other for what felt like hours before I relented.

In shame I could barely stammer out a shameful “s-sorry” before I slunk back to my room, bright red.

I fucked up.

-Monday-

Okay. Scratch everything I just said. Connor is fucking with me. He’s got to be. He strode around the apartment half naked, humming a quiet tune to himself. Sure. Fine, I guess. Whatever. But as soon as he noticed me on the couch working on an essay, he walked over and gave me a hug from behind. Oh my god that hug. Connor was a lean dude, but I swear his muscles were fucking bulging, like they were barely contained in his skin. He wrapped those thick pythons over my shoulders and chest and I just about melted on the spot. I’m pretty sure I moaned a little too. Who wouldn’t? Wrapped in his warm embrace, surrounded by this man- I was his for that moment. I tensed up on the spot. I knew he didn’t swing that way, so I don’t know what he was trying but there was no way I would fall for what I could only assume was some kind of trap.

He spoke in a tone laced in sex. It set me off in a way I didn’t expect. This was a side of Connor I’ve never seen, a tone of Connor I’ve never heard- an experience of Connor I’ve never had. It was a Connor I never knew I needed.

“I’ve seen the way you look at this body. You’re not very subtle.” In the faintest of whispers, he leaned in until his lips were barely touching my ear. My dick was already rock hard in anticipation- I was practically bursting at the seams and I’m sure he had a great view of it. “Just say the word and ‘Connor’ is yours”.

With a control and a willpower I never had before, I refrained from kissing this boy- from putting myself all over him on the spot. I mentally cursed at my friend. ‘What the fuck are you playing at Connor?’

His hot, damp breath caressed my ear in its own embrace as I stood my ground, unmoving like stone. “Got to hand it to you, bro, you put up a really good fight. It’s okay. I love a good fight. Makes victory taste all the more sweeter.” The feel of Connor’s thick, defined fingers running through my hair and wet, slimy tongue across my cheek. He rolled his body forward, so the pulse through his abs would be felt across the back of my neck. From this spot, he was downright imposing. His guns went in for another caress- this time wrapping across my cheeks and around my chin.

“You know I love you bro… This body’s straight as an arrow. But it’s my body- I’ll go gay for you if you want”. What the fuck. Oh god I got a bit of his sweat on my cheek too. My eyes fluttered, body entrapped in a spell of my own hormones reacting to my friend’s advances.

Connor broke me. I shivered on the spot, leaned up to the man, moaned an “Oh fuck…Connor I-I need you. I-” before he cut me off. “Well bro, kind of looks like you still got some work today- you have fun with that.” He laughed coldly. He was fucking with me.

That whole exchange was really fucking weird, cause just a few hours later, it was back to pure awkward silence between us. Like a flip of a switch, the every energy he exuded around me could only be described as “uncomfortable”. I wanted to talk to him, to speak with him about earlier, to tell him I wanted him the same way. Something about those eyes read differently though. They read the same Connor I had been used to until recently. I decided to hold my tongue. Something about this situation wasn’t adding up.

Also I’m pretty sure this kid needs to see a doctor or something. I swear the guy doesn’t sleep- he’s out every night and then I see his tired ass drag himself to class every morning. Rushing a frat? Weird drugs? Could have been a host of things.

-Tuesday-

Now 4 days since the incident last week. Thankfully he hasn’t brought it up- nor has he brought up whatever the fuck yesterday was. If it was even real. I sweat and stumble over my sentences in every conversation I make with him. I flash back to what he said to me. God, this was all too much. Every time I try to focus myself, focus on whatever he was talking to me about, I couldn’t help but think of the Connor that visited me yesterday night.

Maybe, maybe it was just a hallucination. Maybe I dreamed it all up. I was working on an essay for hours. The whole encounter could have easily been a dream. He’s been going out every night too, so it’s not like he could have been speaking to me that coherently. Still. That didn’t make it any better. Whether or not he knew it, Connor was a demon in my life.

I shamefully admit I totally jacked off to that little exchange from yesterday after he left. Grabbed some used Connor-scented garments off his hamper and exploded all over myself in a Connor-themed session. Nothing like the exquisite gym-soaked clothes from a week ago, but it was enough. It was still Connor. My eyes rolled up to the back of my head in pleasure as I took a breath, basking in the afterglow and the scent of forest and earth and faintest lingering musk of Connor in my nose. Connor was everything to me and, hallucination or not, I committed yesterday’s events to memory.

-Still Tuesday-

Shitshitshit. Definitely not a dream. I caught the son of a bitch. In the dead of night, I caught him sneaking in from a dark corner of the room. Like a figure manifest from the shadows itself. He was holding some silver figurine in his hand, reciting some odd words, before he lunged at the sleeping Connor. He gave my roommate a quick sniff before scoffing. “Bro you have to stop cleaning all your nice smells away… With that the stranger pulled at the corners of Connor’s mouth. I watched as my roommate’s skin was forced to accommodate the man’s muscular calves.

I watched as the stranger pulled Connor every further up himself. Damn, even in the dark I could tell the man was ripped. When his head finally slotted into where Connor’s skull would be, and Connor’s face was stretched being pulled, I saw the immediate change in my friend’s demeanor. This was the guy who’s been fucking with me recently. This was why Connor looked so buff lately. I couldn’t see the man who jumped inside my best friend, but I could never wipe that smug smile he wore through Connor’s face.

The smell that originated from inside Connor, the same smell I experienced a week ago. God I loved that scent. It permeated throughout the room. Best friend concentrate. Like a humid, musky, grime that clung to the very air and decorated my nostrils. I never wanted his scent out of me again. I felt like I was inhaling Connor himself, regarding a newly discovered private part of my friend.

My stomach churned in a mix of anticipation and horror. Sweat beaded at my temples. Gotta admit, this was kind of hot. I had to figure out what I was gonna do about this. Self-preservation kicked in and I fled to my room, taking special attention to ensure I did not alert the man inside Connor. Not like he’d notice anyways- dude was feeling himself up almost immediately after he slipped inside.

-Wednesday-

It’s like clockwork at this point. The “other” Connor came back early in the morning from a wild night out, before passing out on our couch as I was finally able to speak with my friend. Impossibly tired eyes looked back at me. He gave a weak grimace. “Must have passed out again….Uh.. can I help you man?” My heart sank. Could I really tell him this? My poor roommate. “No, uh.. do you want any breakfast?”.

I could tell he had meant to say yes. He motioned as much, before staring at my face and turning away. Fuck. He was definitely still put off by last week’s advance. I honestly don’t blame him. “N-no. I got it. Thanks.”

I grimaced awkwardly before shrugging and walking to fix myself some breakfast. This would complicate things. And I couldn’t do that to Connor. I needed to find a way to fix this without him knowing. Evidently, his body being used and worn out like an evening jacket was taking its toll on him. Despite whatever we were going through, he was still my friend. And I couldn’t in good faith add more to that burden.

“Hey, one of the guys from the gym’s coming over for dinner, that cool?”

“Yeah man, I’ll just order some extra pizza,” I said back, sighing internally in relief at some semblance of normalcy.

-Still Wednesday -

I met Connor’s gym friend. To be honest, already forgot his name. He gave me a wink when he shook my hand and I couldn’t stop staring all dinner. I think even Connor picked up on it. He looked almost jealous with all the attention I usually gave him being directed at the stranger. The stranger asked to use the bathroom, and I wanted to let him know how to get to it, but he seemed to already know the path.

“Hey bro, is it cool if I stay the night?“ I nodded automatically, lost in deep thought.

There’s something peculiar about the Connor’s gym friend. And I didn’t notice it until I was already in bed. Then hit me like a brick.

That fucking smirk.

-End-

If anyone knows who this guy is, please let me know… for.. uh.. research purposes.

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snelbz · 3 years

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Tempting the Fates {Chapter 1}

Summary: It’s the final semester of Aelin Galathynius’ collegiate career and she is so beyond ready to be done. Her schedule is packed full of nursing classes and labs designed to test her knowledge and hone her skills for the real world and her “big girl” job. However, she needs one last elective to graduate, so she decides to study a subject she’s always been fascinated by: Mythology. Who would have thought that a class about gods and goddesses living complicated lives would end up complicating her own in such an unexpected way?

A/N: Fun fact about this one, y’all. I wrote the first chapter over 3 years ago and it was for a completely different story. This one has evolved on it's own and Tara and I are so excited to finally share it with you.

Word Count: 3493

Chapters will be posted every Wednesday.

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Zeus

– King of the gods and ruler of Mount Olympus; god of the sky, lightning, thunder and law.

The waves lapped against the sand as Aelin sighed. Strong hands rubbed the muscles in her back and worked out the kinks in her neck as the warm sun heated her body. The smell of the salt water filled her senses and she settled into the cushioned chaise. Another set of hands set a fruity looking drink with a little pink umbrella on the table next to her head. She smiled at it.

“Can we get you anything else, miss?”

Aelin opened her mouth to tell them exactly what they could do to her.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Aelin’s eyes snapped open and she glared at her phone, chiming at her to get up.

She groaned, reaching for the offending device and silenced it, pulling her pillow over her head. She began to doze back off when her bedroom door flew open, smacking into the dresser on the wall behind it. She sat bolt upright and found her roommate leaning against the doorframe, a bowl of cereal in her hands and a gleam of mischief in her emerald eyes.

“Rise and shine, princess,” Lysandra drawled. Aelin just continued to scowl at her roommate. The bright warmth of the sun in her dream faded away as she looked out the window. Ice coated it and she could see a fresh layer of snow coated everything. “Aedion is about to be up, too. If you’d like any chance of taking a warm shower before class today, I’d suggest-.”

She was up and in the hallway before Lysandra could even finish her sentence.

Thirty minutes later, she sat on the kitchen counter, hair wrapped up in a towel, eating an apple and going over her schedule for the thousandth time. Her four classes were split into two days each, mercifully giving her Friday off.

Her cousin, long golden hair tied into a ponytail at the nape of his neck, came into the kitchen, pulling the jug of milk out of the fridge. He leaned on the counter across from her and drank straight from the plastic bottle, glaring daggers at her.

“Can I help you with something,” she asked him sweetly.

“You used the last of the hot water,” Aedion sulked, taking another swig.

She looked over, blowing him a quick kiss. “Maybe you should have gotten up earlier.”

He rolled his eyes, identical to her own, and came over to look at her computer screen. “What classes do you have this semester?”

She scrolled down the list, reading them off. “Pathophysiology, Caring for the Childbearing Family, Health and Gerontology, a few labs, and Mythology.”

Aedion’s eyebrows pulled together as she read the last one. “That doesn’t seem like it will be very helpful to a nurse.”

She shrugged, closing the laptop and sliding off the counter. “I needed one last elective. I’ve always been interested in Greek and Roman mythology and it’s a freshman level class. I figured why not study something for fun for once?”

He couldn’t fault her logic and began pulling ingredients out of the fridge to cook breakfast as Aelin headed back towards her bedroom. “Whatever you’re cooking, make two,” she called over her shoulder. She didn’t even need to look back to know the obscene gesture being flicked in her direction.

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Aelin was regretting studying something fun for once as she looked at the map of her classes.

All of her classes, save for one, were in the nursing building. Of course, that one other class was all the way across campus, in one of the general education buildings. At least walking there would take her right past her favorite coffee shop on campus and with an eight am every Tuesday and Thursday morning, she knew she’d take full advantage of that.

Thankfully today was a Monday, so she’d be spending the entirety of her day in the nursing building. But first, she had to have coffee. The first day of the semester required coffee.

Aelin parked in one of the student lots close to the nursing building. Throwing her leather bag over her shoulder, she slammed her car door. It was absolutely freezing and she suppressed a growl as she saw soft white flakes drifting toward the ground.

What a great way to start off the semester, she thought.

She made her way across campus, hands deep in her pockets and face buried in her scarf. As she crossed the quad, she pulled her phone out to check the time. She still had about twenty minutes to get coffee and get to class. Snow crunched under her boots as she picked up the pace, wanting to be sure she made it on time. Aelin was big on first impressions.

As she approached the door of the café, she reached for the handle, but the door swung open suddenly, slamming into her and knocking her off her feet.

The young girl, eyes wide, apologized profusely but said that she had to get to class and ran off. Aelin was mumbling something about where the freshman could go, when she heard a deep chuckle and a tan, tattooed hand appeared in front of her face. She glanced up and the air was pulled from her lungs.

The owner of the hand was a handsome man in his mid-twenties, with hair the color of the snow swirling around his head and green eyes. Not emerald like Lysandra’s, but deep and rich like a pine tree. A tattoo, similar to the one on his hand, snaked up his neck and onto his face. She’d be willing to bet it ran down the whole length of his arm. She’d love to find out for herself. He smiled at her, a wicked, beautiful smile. She could only stare at the gorgeous stranger as she gripped her hand in his. He lifted her to her feet.

“You okay?” He asked. Aelin nodded, pulling her hand out of his. He opened the door and motioned for her to go ahead of him. She stepped into the delicious warmth and immediately got her wits back.

“I’m Aelin,” she said, giving him a man eater’s smile.

“Rowan,” he said, a slight incline of his head in acknowledgment.

“Thank you, Rowan,” she said, letting his name slip out of her lips like a purr, as she’d heard Lysandra do it to her cousin many times. She knew it drove Aedion crazy and for some reason, that’s exactly what she wanted to do to this man. She walked to the line. He got in line behind her and she pulled out her phone, figuring that would be that. A bit of shameless flirting with a stranger was never a bad thing. She ordered her coffee and was surprised when the barista handed her the paper cup, a phone number written on the side. She quirked an eyebrow at the girl, who gave Aelin a knowing glance and looked over her shoulder. Aelin turned around, meeting a pine green gaze, and smiled at him. She headed back out into the frost and snow, pulling her phone out to snap a picture of the cup to send to Lysandra, knowing her best friend would love this.

Finding the classroom in the nursing building where she’d spent the bulk of the past two years was a breeze and she made it into the classroom with seven minutes to spare. She enjoyed her time with Professor Hafiza in the fall and anticipated she’d like her this semester again, too. Nonetheless, she settled in about three-quarters of the way up and looked at the coffee cup again.

Feeling bold, she entered the number into her phone and sent a quick text.

Any chance you want to sweep me off of my feet again and grab drinks later? I’m free anytime after 5:00. – Aelin.

Her phone buzzed almost immediately.

My last class lets out at 6:00 and I have to go to the gym afterward. How does 8:00 sound?

She typed a quick reply and placed her phone back on her desk.

Sounds like a date. The Beer Cellar, on Church Street.

She smirked to herself and glanced down at her watch. 9:58. Not even 10:00 am and the semester was off to a great start.

She unlocked her phone, shooting a quick text to Lysandra, letting her know about her new plans for the evening when she heard the door open and students started to hush.

It wasn’t the most exciting class, Aelin had to admit, but she supposed the information was necessary. Hopefully it wasn’t an indication of how the rest of her semester would go. She needed a little excitement in her schedule, that was for sure.

Aelin liked to be kept on her toes.

After two classes and a crappy salad for lunch from the school cafeteria, Aelin was hurrying across campus and down the street, toward her apartment. Lysandra was nowhere to be found, which meant she was either snuggled up with Aedion somewhere or still in class. Aelin’s bet was on the former.

After organizing her deskspace, Aelin went to her closet, and attempted to pick out what she should wear for the night. It was her first date of the semester, which either meant that it could be a complete win or a complete fail.

She ultimately decided that the sluttier the better.

Laying the gold dress out on her bed, she let herself into the Lysandra’s room, borrowing a pair of strappy black heels she knew her roommate would absolutely approve of and was back out the door, ready to suffer through her first lab of the semester. Three hours was going to drag by, but thankfully, it was only once a week.

And drag by it did, but Aelin wasn’t sure if it was thanks to the monotonous recap of her previous semester’s information or thinking about seeing Rowan again. She usually wasn’t so forward, even though Rowan had clearly been the one to start it all, giving her his number. But still, she typically would have at least waited a day or two before texting him.

But there was just something about him that she couldn’t get out of her head.

She grabbed her gym bag out of the car, thankful she had a bit of time to get a work out in before she went out. Thanks to tonight, Aelin was a pent up ball of energy and needed to get it out someway. After a solid forty-five minutes on the treadmill and nearly thirty on the free weights, Aelin was heading for the locker room when she noticed a silver head of hair across the gym.

She watched him as he pulled himself up on the bar, his chin going over the piece of metal each time. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, sweat poured down his chest as his arms swelled. Aelin had been right.

That tattoo went across his chest, and all the way down his arm. He did the pull-ups so effortlessly, and Aelin’s mind began to wander to unholy places.

It wasn’t until his feet hit the mat beneath him that she was brought back to reality and hurried into the locker room. If he was here, that meant their date was approaching, and she had to get ready. She checked her phone. It was nearly seven.

Aelin hurried back home and showered. She had once vowed, during her freshman year, that she would avoid the gym showers at all costs and only used them under emergency circumstances. Luckily, her and Lysandra’s apartment was only five minutes from the gym.

After a shower and a full-body shaving session, Aelin was brushing out her long, golden hair and blow drying it until it was flowing freely down her back. She kept her makeup decently simple - at least, that’s how she made it look, and straightened the slight waves out of her hair before putting on her little, golden dress.

Once she had slipped on Lysandra’s heels, she was looking at herself in the mirror and even she had to admit that she was looking hot.

After grabbing her clutch, she hurried down the hallway and into the living room, where she found Lysandra and Aedion snuggled together on the couch, watching a movie.

“Going out with a stranger?” Lysandra asked, brow raised. “I'm so proud of you.”

“Yeah, just keep it in your pants,” Aedion mumbled.

“I thought I’d bring him back here,” she said, winking at Lysandra. “You don’t want to have breakfast together tomorrow?”

“Absolutely not,” Aedion mumbled and Lysandra chuckled, leaning into his embrace.

“Have fun, call me if you need me,” Lysandra called as Aelin blew them a kiss and headed for the door.

Her Uber was waiting when she walked out front and before she knew it, she was walking down the stairs into her favorite bar. Glancing around, she didn’t see Rowan sitting at the bar or any of the booths around the room.

So she bought herself a drink and claimed one of the pool tables, setting her coat and clutch on a bar stool nearby. Over halfway through the game, she felt eyes on her and glanced up to find Rowan standing at the other end of the table. Giving him a smirk, she knocked the cue ball into the yellow-striped 9 ball. It sank into the pocket.

“Playing with yourself?” Rowan asked, and Aelin caught a slight accent that she had missed earlier.

Aelin’s grin widened. “Well, if I’m left hanging, a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.”

Rowan breathed a laugh. “Fair enough. And if I asked to join?”

“You sure you don’t just want to watch?” she asked, leaning on the table, making sure her cleavage was perfectly visible.

Rowan’s tongue shot out and subtly licked his bottom lip. “Tempting.”

Aelin pushed herself back and grabbed the rack, starting to collect the balls. “Buy me a drink and then we’ll talk.”

Rowan bit his lip to hide his spreading grin. “Fair enough. I’ll be back.”

Aelin watched as he left, watched as he went to the bar and bought her another drink, alongside one for himself. He came back with two glasses. One was the color of the sunrise, the other a caramelly brown.

“Sex on the Beach?” Aelin asked, brow raised.

He shrugged and handed her the glass. “Sounded promising.”

“So… Rowan,” she said, letting his name drag out as she said it. He was dressed in a pair of dark jeans and the black Henley he wore made his hair seem even brighter in the dim light of the bar.

“Aelin,” he purred right back, pulling a pool stick from the wall behind her, nearly boxing her in. She realized then how much larger than her he was.

She loved it.

“I hope your coffee helped you get through the rest of your day,” she said, resetting the game and racking the balls. She glanced at him over her shoulder as she reached into the middle of the table, and he was watching her, staring at her ass.

Slutty was definitely the right option tonight.

“It certainly did, especially considering how boring it was,” he replied, reaching around her for the chalk that rested on the edge of the table. “But when I got your text, it gave me something to look forward to. Even if it made the day last twice as long.”

“Happy I could help.” She picked her drink up and stirred it, before taking a long sip through the straw.

“Would you like to break, or should I?” He asked, nodding to the pool table.

“Let’s see what you can do.”

He grunted as he stepped forward, lined up his stick, and knocked the cue ball into the others. They broke apart, but none of them fell into the pockets. Rowan stood there for a moment, his lips pursed. Meanwhile, Aelin tossed her head back and burst into laughter.

“Alright, alright,” Rowan said, straightening up and turning to face her. “So pool isn’t my thing.”

Aelin stepped up next to him and aimed her stick, leaning over the table, her ass nearly rubbed up against Rowan’s front. “Hopefully you’re better at other things.”

Rowan’s hand brushed along Aelin’s hip, just as she got ready to shoot, causing her shot to go haywire. She spun around, eyes narrowed. “That’s foul play.”

“No one said we were playing fair,” he countered.

“What about playing for drinks?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

He lifted his own eyebrows and he said, “I’ve got an eight am…”

Shrugging, she said, “So do I.” Then she leaned in close, thankful for the three-inch heels she’d pilfered from Lysandra’s closet and breathed into his ear, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re up in time.”

“So sure of how this night is going to go,” he said quietly, just loud enough for her to hear him, and she felt his hand skimming over the curve of her ass. “Fine. We’ll play for drinks.”

It turned out Rowan hadn’t been lying about pool not being his thing. They played three games back to back, and he lost them all, but every time he returned with a drink for Aelin, he had one for himself as well. By the time she dragged him towards the small dance floor in the center of the bar, they were both stumbling and his lips found her neck before his hands even gripped her hips.

His lips were soft, gentle, nothing like she had expected. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe he was just getting tired, perhaps he was usually rough.

But, when his hands found Aelin’s hips and he brought her back into him, she felt that roughness. It seemed Rowan was the best of both worlds. Gentle when prompted, rough beneath the surface.

Aelin turned to him and slung her arms around his neck, bringing his lips to hers. Their mouths crashed into one another, and their bodies slowed until it felt like they were the only two on the dancefloor.

Rowan pulled away, just a little bit, and breathed, his eyes wild, “Aelin-.”

“Take me to your place,” she said, her mouth finding his, once again.

Before she knew what was happening, they were in the backseat of an Uber, unable to keep their hands off of one another. Thanks to it being a college town, the driver didn’t say a word, just dropped them in front of an upscale building, just off the east side of campus.

She noticed how nice it was on the short elevator ride up, but was much more preoccupied by the way his hips pressed into hers. He dragged her along the hall, his lips never leaving hers, until her back was pressed against a cool door and he was fumbling to get it unlocked. It swung wide and she gripped his collar, pulling him inside.

Throwing her clutch and coat by the door, Aelin let her hands dive into his cropped silver hair and he responded by cupping her ass and lifting her up. Her legs were around his waist and he carried her through the apartment and into his bedroom. Neither of them had any delusions about how and where this would end and Aelin felt like she was going to combust as he dropped her on the bed and gazed down at her.

His eyes were full of lust, full of hunger, a wild animal with his eye on his prey. He wasted no time stripping Aelin down and admiring her body with his hands, his tongue, his lips. Rowan may not have been good at pool, but he was right when he said he was far better at other things.

He worshipped her, and Aelin knew it wasn’t the alcohol when she was sent into utter bliss.

When he rolled off of her, breath still uneven, Aelin watched as he dealt with the condom and fell back into the bed beside her.

She cleared her throat. “I can go…if you want me to.”

Rowan turned to look at her, and she could tell he was still just as drunk as she was. “What? No, of course not. You said you’ve got an eight am, too, right?” She nodded and he tugged on her hand, pulling her closer to him. They were both still gloriously naked and she could feel the heat radiating off of his body. “Then we can both make sure the other is up so we aren’t late. Or too hungover.”

Aelin snorted softly, resting her head on his chest. “I think that particular ship has sailed.”

“You’re probably right,” he mumbled and she could tell he was already starting to doze. She was on the brink of sleep herself.

Aelin decided then, as her eyes closed, that she didn’t care if she was hungover in the morning, or if she was late to her eight am. A night being praised by Rowan had been perfectly worth it.

#tempting the fates #snacmc ttf #snacmc collab #rowaelin ttf #throne of glass #rowan whitethorn #aelin galythinius

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binxyu · 3 years

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You’ve never really been in a relationship. Hyunjae knew that and it only made him want you more. You were so pure and he wanted to show you what real pleasure felt like. He wanted to be your first and last in everything.

>>Pairing: Lee Jaehyun (dom) x fem!reader (sub) | best friend!hyunjae x innocent!reader

>>Word Count: 3.2k

>>Genre: Oneshot / Requested / Smut

>>Warnings/Kinks: Cockwarming, corruption, cumplay, fingering, food, hair pulling, oral (receiving), overstimulation, possessiveness, scratching, size kink, spitting, and unprotected sex

“Hyunjae! Hold up!”, your best friend turned around when he heard his name, his eyes meeting your’s. A beautiful eye smile took the place of his once cold gaze, warming your heart immediately.

“Want to move our movie night to tonight? I have a date tomorrow”, you failed to notice how Hyunjae’s smile faltered from the mention of the date, but he fixed his expression quickly before nodding. He was jealous. He knew that.

But, it wasn’t like he really had a claim over you. He just wished he did.

“Sure, can you come over at six? I won’t be home before then”, his arm found its way around your shoulder as it always did. Hyunjae’s friends had already gotten into their cars, annoyed by the constant sight of you two. It was so obvious to everyone how in love you both were. Of course, you two didn’t pick up on that.

Friends don’t hold hands in public when someone gets too close to the other. Friends don’t give each other sweet kisses on the cheeks. And, most importantly, Friends don’t fantasize about each other.

Hyunjae would never admit it but his knowledge of your innocence fueled the deepest desires in his mind.

“That’s fine! I wanna get a stuffie for tonight so that sounds perfect”, you smiled happily and waved goodbye to him before running off. Hyunjae chuckled as he felt another wall come crashing down. A wall that protected his emotions from you.

He only had a few walls left before it would be too late.

Hyunjae heard the doorbell ring and he quickly made his way to the door, looking through the small peephole there to make sure it was who he was expecting. It was.

There you were. You were standing there patiently in one of the hoodies he had let you borrow with a pair of gym shorts underneath. If it wasn’t for the little glimpses of black he could see, he would have thought you weren’t wearing pants at all.

But, what made his heart really pick up its pace was the big stuffed animal held tightly in your arms. He knew where you had gotten the big brown bear because you got them all at the same place.

It was the place you two had met. A little arcade on the other side of the city with as many claw machines as possible. They were crammed together, but you loved the little place and you never failed to spot the new stuffed animals in the machines.

At first, you were horrible at the game and Hyunjae could only watch for a few hours from his place behind the register as you kept trying, spending all the coins you had gotten. You were determined and that was what attracted the man towards you. You never gave up even when it was unlikely you were going to win at all.

Of course, as an employee, Hyunjae knew all the tricks to getting what you wanted from those games and how they tricked their customers into doing exactly what you were. Spending all their money.

Thus, Hyunjae couldn’t resist and had helped you win as many of the cute animals as he could with what you had left. Even if it cost him his job.

“Got lucky again?”, Hyunjae grinned and the smile that spread across your face was so overwhelmingly sweet that it made butterflies erupt in his stomach. You quickly nodded and held up the bear for him to see better.

His hands stroked the bear’s fake fur and he smiled, admiring how soft it was.

Hyunjae’s eyes wondered around and he finally snapped back to reality when he realized all eyes were on you in his hallway, their eyes trailing down your body to your bare legs.

You were much too innocent and dense to realize when people were checking you out and Hyunjae knew that. You always wanted to see the best in people and it was an admirable trait but a dangerous one too.

“Well, come inside then you lucky charm”, you giggled happily from the nickname, the taste of the cereal practically reintroducing itself on your tongue at the mention of your favorite breakfast. Hyunjae chuckled when he realized you were too busy fantasizing about food to come inside so he gently pulled you inside and closed the door, relief flooding through his system now that no more eyes were on you.

“Do you have any?”, puppy eyes were one of Hyunjae’s biggest weaknesses, especially when they’re from you. Hence why you were doing them to try to get the food you were now craving: lucky charms.

Hyunjae was moving to shake his head to tease you, but you cut him off.

“Come on! It’s April Fools day! You have to have some kind of lucky or unlucky food. What kind of establishment is this?”, you whine playfully and your best friend laughed, picking you up easily and resting you on his shoulder.

“Alright alright. I’ll get you some lucky charms”, a happy smile spread across your face as Hyunjae set you down on a stool at the counter, fixing you a bowl of cereal.

“What movie should we watch tonight?”, you swung your legs as you took a bite of the cereal, humming from the sweet taste hitting your tongue. You resembled a chipmunk with your cheeks all stuffed with food and Hyunjae laughed as he thought of the perfect movie.

“Alvin and the chipmunks?”, your eyes widened in disbelief when you realized he only said that to tease you. You chucked your spoon at him like a toddler, flinging food onto the floor.

“Hey! You brat!”, he huffed and your cheeks went red, embarrassment evident when you realized what you just did. You wouldn’t let him know that though.

“Don’t call me a-”, you were cut off by a harsh tug on your hair, your lips connecting with Hyunjae’s as he held you close. Your body jolted slightly in shock before you relaxed, never having been kissed before. It felt foreign and weird at first, the pieces not fitting quite right at first.

Hyunjae guided you through it, tilting your head slightly and everything was finally perfect. You kissed him back shyly as his large hands cupped your cheeks reassuringly. To him, you, and everything you were doing, was perfect.

“Oh, believe me, you’re a brat”, his teasing smirk was put on display when he pulled away, looking at how swollen your lips had become from just one kiss.

“An innocent little brat”, even if you were more innocent that most people your age, you could hear the underlying meaning behind Hyunjae’s words. You felt arousal sticking to your thighs and, while that too was foreign, you knew what it meant.

You only felt that way when Hyunjae was around and now it was so much worse.

You gulped and Hyunjae noticed, making a grin appear on his handsome face. His hands cupped your face again as his eyes scanned your every feature, specifically the shy way your eyes wandered around the room to avoid his piercing gaze and the bright blush on your cheeks.

“You’re so adorable. I could just eat you up”, your eyes made the mistake of wandering back when you heard his voice and something predatory was hidden in Hyunjae’s. Your gaze didn’t dare move away from his own as a new found bravery filled your mind. You knew what you wanted. You wanted him.

“Then do it”, that was probably the most filthy thing Hyunjae had ever heard you say. He didn’t even think you were capable of thinking such things, but here you were. It was all he needed to hear.

“My pleasure, princess”, he walked around the counter, your bowl of cereal long forgotten now that you knew something much more delicious was waiting for you. Hyunjae picked you up and laid you down on the table, noticing the nervousness in your body. You were shaking and worry overtook his lust.

“Are you sure you want this?”, he pressed his forehead against your’s softly in hopes to calm your anxiety. You nodded quickly but paused when you decided to voice your concerns.

“What if I’m not up to, um, standards? I don’t know what I’m doing”, Hyunjae immediately shook his head, pressing a gentle kiss to your head. That alone calmed your shaking immensely, warmth rushing through you now that you felt safe.

“You will be. Just let me take care of you, okay?”, you nodded and relief had overridden Hyunjae’s worry. He slowly pulled your shorts and panties down your legs, opting for keeping the hoodie on you as his own little reminder that it would mean something else by the end of the night. It would no longer just be a friend’s hoodie. It would be a lover’s hoodie.

It was so big on you and Hyunjae had to push the piece of clothing up to your waist to see what he was really after. There, on his dining table like a piece of dessert, was the thing he had been longing for for months.

“Aw, you’re so wet”, the man cooed and you squirmed when you felt his cold breath where you needed him most. That alone was more pleasure than you had ever received by yourself. The truth was: you had no clue how to make yourself feel good. You noted in your mind to remind yourself to ask Hyunjae how to later.

“Ready?”, the softness of your crush’s palms against your thighs as he spread them open surprised you, making your eyes fall to between your legs. Hyunjae looked up at you, his eyes dark with hunger as met your face.

“Ready”, the words fell from your lips after a deep breath, your back arching as soon as Hyunjae’s lips surrounded your clit, sucking on the engorged nerve. It almost seemed like the man had read your mind about your previous note as his hand guided your own down to your leaking hole.

Your mind was too fuzzy from the pleasure, but you could register how your own middle finger began to stretch you out. You were so tight and small that even that burned a little, but you ignored it as a loud moan spilled from your lips.

Hyunjae chuckled, sending vibrations to your clit as his eyes looked down a little, watching as your desperate pussy clenched around your small finger. His own hands rubbed little circles on your hips as your legs shook, a clear sign of your approaching orgasm.

“W-what is happening?”, your voice was small and weak, making Hyunjae fill with pride that he could make you this ruined this fast.

“You’re going to orgasm, princess. Just relax and let it happen”, the knot in your stomach grew more powerful as Hyunjae moved your own finger away and replaced it with his own much longer and larger ones, scissoring your tight hole open. The knot finally snapped and your body thrashed as the overwhelming pleasure released. Hyunjae slowly thrusted his fingers to help you ride it out and placed soft kisses on your thighs before he pulled them out.

“You’re already such a mess and we’ve just started”, a whimper fell from your lips as Hyunjae’s kisses trailed downwards and he used his hands to spread open your lips, the sight of your glistening hole entering his vision. He licked his lips and thrusted his tongue inside of you, swirling the muscle around to collect your cum and taste you.

“You taste just as sweet as your food”, a small laugh filled the room and you giggled, knowing that he meant the cereal that you were eating. Your laugh was cut short though when he dove back in, being insatiable now that he had finally had a taste of you.

Your eyes watered from the overstimulation, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop Hyunjae. Not when he seemed so happy and you felt this good. You had never felt this good before. Even with the little bits of pain mixed in.

Your hands tugged on Hyunjae’s hair and he stopped, looking up at you with worry. You gave him a reassuring smile to let him know that you were okay, but the sight of your juices running down his chin made another wave of want go through you. Now you really needed him to ruin you. To take you.

“I’m ready”, he understood what you meant and he picked you up, giving you the most loving and tender kisses he could as he brought you to his room. Your back hit his soft bed once he lowered you onto it and you looked up at him, smiling as you gently twirled a strand of his hair with your finger.

His hands worked on unbuttoning his jeans and you shook your head with a small pout. That pout alone almost made Hyunjae rip his clothes off and just take you like he wanted to.

“Let me do it”, you sat up and tried to unbutton them the best you could. It took a little longer than you expected but you did it and Hyunjae gave you a proud smile when he saw your victorious one.

“You’re acting like you just won a reward”, Hyunjae teased as he gently shoved you back to lay down as he took his shirt off, watching as your entire face went red.

“Hey! It was hard”, there it is again. That pout.

“Well, there’s something else harder”, his eyebrows wiggled playfully as he started to slowly push himself inside of you, a groan escaping his mouth as he can practically feel himself splitting you open. A gasp escapes you and Hyunjae kisses you to help ease you through it, a gentle kiss that told you it would all be better in a few minutes.

His thumbs gently wiped away your tears and he watched as your chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm as pleasure overtook the pain. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you gave a short nod before you looked down at your stomach.

Hyunjae followed your gaze and groaned at the sight of his bulge so evident in your lower tummy. His hand trailed down to stroke the skin above it, moving his hips slightly to feel the bulge move beneath his hand.

“Fuck, look how good you’re taking it. You’re made for my cock, hmm?”, you immediately nodded, not a doubt in your mind now that he was here hovering above you, his cock buried so deep inside of you that you think it’s rubbing against your cervix.

“Y-yeah I’m made for it. Move please”, the slight shakiness in your voice made something snap inside of Hyunjae and he pulled out of you only to slam back in much faster and harder. Your nails dug into his shoulders from the sudden return of the pleasure, a divinely beautiful moan coming out of you.

You gasped when you heard a slam against the wall beside you and Hyunjae laughed, kissing you gently before he explaining.

“We might have to be a little more quiet”, excitement and embarrassment bubbled in the pit of your stomach when you remembered you were in an apartment building. Apartment buildings result in many apartments and many... neighbors.

Hyunjae smiled at you before he looked down and you felt something cold hit your skin. Looking down, you realized he spat on your cunt, thrusting it inside of you to help ease himself even deeper inside of you.

That sight alone made another orgasm start to build up inside of you as his big cock kept hitting that perfect spot inside of you. Hyunjae noticed and quickly shoved two of his fingers inside of your mouth to keep you quiet. You sucked on them as if they were a lollipop you had been craving for years. Not that that was too much of an exaggeration.

Hyunjae just couldn’t stop staring at you. The girl he thought was so innocent was now so corrupted by him. It was everything he had ever dreamed of. You below him with his dick shoved deep inside of your little pussy, his fingers in your mouth, and scratches down his back.

The only issue was that you hated hurting others and you realized you were scarring Hyunjae’s back. Your eyes looked around for anything else to hold onto reality and you laid eyes on your big stuffed bear. You gripped it and held it in a tight hug, making Hyunjae’s cock twitch inside of you.

While he loved the scratches on his back, seeing you holding onto something seen as innocent while he ruined you was even better.

“How cute. Can you not take it?”, your eyes rolled back as Hyunjae started thrusting faster, your nails now digging into the toy you had worked so hard to get only a few hours prior. Your legs shook and you tried to close them to slow him down only for Hyunjae to use his free hand to keep your legs spread. Your cunt clenched around him and he could feel his own orgasm approaching, his cock begging for release.

Cumming inside of you would be beautiful and sloppy, but Hyunjae had other ideas as he rubbed your clit. You came all over his cock with a muffled whine as you sucked harder on Hyunjae’s fingers in hopes to keep yourself quiet.

Hyunjae pulled out and came all over lower half, coating your thighs and lower stomach in his seed and who he had considered to be the most innocent person in the world was now covered in his filth.

Heavy breathing was heard for a while before the man finally pulled his fingers out of your mouth and looked you in the eye as he used them to smear his cum around, trying to smother it across any surface he could.

“I ripped him”, your eyebrows furrowed adorably as you looked down at the slight tear in the bear’s arm.

“We’ll fix him, baby. Don’t worry”, Hyunjae moved to lay beside you, wrapping his arms around you. He could feel his cum rubbing onto his own skin from the close proximity but he could care less.

“Okay! What was it like for you?”, your eyes lit up with curiosity as you thought about if you had done good. All you wanted was to make Hyunjae happy.

“Like a warm hug. It was amazing”, you looked at his face for any sign of lying and he shook his head in disbelief, kissing all over your face. An idea popped into your head as you rested it underneath his chin.

“Then can we sleep like that? The warm hug?”, it wasn’t Hyunjae’s intention for you to associate hugging with sex, but he couldn’t complain. Not when it was so cute.

“Of course. Let’s hug”, you grinned and wrapped your own arms around him, hooking your leg around his waist so he could slide back inside of you.

And you two slept, feeling completely together through your “hugging”.

#binxyu #hyunjae #lee jaehyun #tbz #the boyz #tbz oneshots #the boyz oneshots #tbz smut #hyunjae smut #the boyz hyunjae smut #the boyz hyunjae #tbz headcannons #tbz imagines #the boyz imagines #kpop smut #kpop imagines

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allandoflimbo · 3 years

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Ashens (Part 25)

Summary: She falls in love with Bucky Barnes from the moment she sees him. Bucky, still in love with a woman from his past, hates Y/N and plans to make her life miserable. To both their dismay, they are assigned together to go undercover into The Capitol for six months. There, they develop a heartbreaking friend with benefits agreement. Dystopian.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Chapter Word Count: 1.7K

A/N: These next two chapters will be on the shorter side, but that’s because these are full speed now. It’s about to happen. Or should I say, it is happening.

Rating: M for Mature, E for explicit. Enemies to lovers trope, sharing a bed trope, friends with benefits trope, temporarily unrequited love, heavy and angry sex, heavy on the angst, and very strong language.

Sometimes, pregnancies can go undetected.

1 1/2 months later

(4 Months and 2 Weeks Into Mission)

They were moments like these.

You waved the spoon around in front of Bucky’s face.

“Come on, taste it!”

He gave you a playful smile, the edges of his eyes crinkling up into two narrow slits.

“No! How will I know you didn’t poison it?” He asks.

You give him a glare, your hand still in the air hovering the spoon near his lips.

“Seriously?”

He squints one eye at you. You see the twitch in his lips the moment he decides to finally give in.

“Fine.”

You watch as he leans in, and the heat that unravels in you core shocks you as you watch him wrap his lips delicately around the silver object. A soft moan leaves his throat as he pulls back and his eyes close together.

You swallow thickly, eyes flickering up to try to meet his.

There’s a long pause from him before he opens his eyes and they meet yours.

He smiles wide. His smile is genuine and full of heart.

“And?” You ask hesitantly. He lets out a heartfelt laughter that fills you heart with joy, catching you completely off guard as he takes you unexpectedly in his arms for a half turn. He tickles you on your side making you laugh, “Bucky, what the hell?”

He continues to hold you to him until his breathing evens out. You feel the brush of his fingers on your back.

His hold doesn’t falter for even a second.

“It’s amazing.” He says softly.

You’re amazing. He thinks.

You let out another chuckle when he gives you one more tickle for added effect.

You finally push him away by his shoulders.

“Stop,” you say with a smile. He’s still chuckling and grinning when he lets you go and turns back to the pot with the spoon still in his hand that he had snatched from you earlier. He dunks it back into the pot and you quickly reach to stop him, “Hey! I said just one!”

“Just one more.”

“Not yet. We’re going to eat together.” You tell him quietly, taking the spoon from him.

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Precious moments.

You were both facing each other criss cross on the floor, giggling.

Each of you sat with your back against each of the sofas, in between you a bowl of dry cereal.

Bucky made fun of you at first for it, but then he started to get used to your unusual cravings. He didn’t mind it if it made you happy.

Bucky throws his head back against the seat of the couch, a few cereals in his flesh hand.

“I don’t know what I even would’ve done as a carreer. It’s weird never even having a chance to think about something like that.” He says.

You squint your eyes at him.

“Strangely, I don’t know what you would’ve been either.”

He lifts his head back up and gives you a fake and mocking smile, which makes you shoot him a real one.

“Thanks.” He says sarcastically and with a chuckle.

You push the bowl a little farther away from you, making room for you to bend your legs, hugging them against your chest.

Bucky stretches forward to grab more cereals.

“What options were you going to apply for?” He asks.

“Brown or NYU.” You answer, “You know, there was a college by my friend’s house that they used to call Slutgers.”

Bucky raises a brow at this.

“What the fuck?” He can’t help the laugh that escapes him as he asks.

“Yeah, long story. That wasn’t the real name, though.”

“Imagine if we had gone to college together.” His voice is lower, a little more serious.

Your eyes meet intensely across the floor. You watch as his eyes dart over your face, lingering over the tip of your nose and to your lips.

“You would’ve been my professor, and that would have been awkward.” You say quietly.

“Nah, I mean if I was born the same year as you and not when I had been born.”

You swallow thickly and your eyes meet.

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Then there were those moments.

You were happy, you told yourself. You were. It wasn’t that you need the reassurance, so much as the reminder.

At times, especially during the nights, you often felt empty or like there was something missing. You felt like something had been left open ended but you just weren’t sure.

Those moments came when you were washing a cup in the sink and you looked over to see Bucky ranting about something cute Ashens did the day before, giving you a huge smile.

It came when Bucky would give you that look he’s been giving you the last few months. The ones the made you want to kiss him or hit him, because it wasn’t platonic or innocent at all. You hated that he still made you doubt how he really felt about you and you hated that you had a feeling that you think he had feelings for you, but he wouldn’t say anything.

It was moments like those that you found yourself thinking about Bucky again when you both knew you had moved on.

Right?

You were happy. You were happy with Pietro. But why couldn’t you still stop thinking about Bucky?

You think about him on your walk to Pietro’s place. You always do.

You’re thinking about him now. Right now you’re having those thoughts: What if he did have feelings for me?

You and Pietro are on the couch talking about each other’s days when he leans down and gives you a slow kiss. It’s soft.

“I really like you, Y/N.” You blinked up at him, “And no, I still won’t ask why you use two names. I know there’s more to you than meets the eye, but I’m willing to dive in and discover it all.” You could feel the brush of thus thumb against your jaw and it makes you swallow hard, “if you let me.”

You reach up to touch his hand, letting it rest over his on your face.

What if he did have feelings for me?

Even if he did, he was doing nothing about it. He didn’t care enough.

And so the cycle continued.

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Maybe this was the moment.

The one.

Bucky brought you along this time to meet Ashens, and the little boy is everything Bucky made him out to be.

Their interaction leaves you feeling warm inside. There’s also this undeniable feeling to want to nurture him. To take him into your arms and protect him.

Both of you.

You introduce yourself by telling him your Bucky’s friend. He asks if you’re an Avenger and you say no.

There’s a solum silence between the three of you and your heart squeezes tightly as you watch Bucky ruffle the boys head, bringing him into his chest for a tight hug.

“It’s different this time, isn’t it?” The little boy asks, his hands going to Bucky’s shirt, grasping the cotton there desperately.

You watch as Bucky swallows hard, his eyes holding a kind of sadness you’ve never seen before.

You didn’t even know, but that was the moment that did it for him.

Bucky closed his eyes and hugged the boy tighter.

“We are going to talk to you about something important, is that okay?” He whispers.

The boy nods.

You both talk to him. You tell him what is appropriate for him to know, without scaring him. Bucky does most of the talking as you both now kneel down next to Ashens, you holding his hand. “Do you know the kind of man your father is?” You ask slowly, meeting Bucky’s eyes, “I know he’s a bad guy.” Ashens says quietly, “I know." “You said you trust us.” Bucky’s statement is not formed into a question. “Yes.” “He’s part of Hydra.” Bucky tells him and Ashens nods.

You continue to watch Bucky, knowing that this needs to be this direct. No sugar coating.

You can’t tell little Ashens’ fear, you can sense it as his hold on your hand tightens and you feel your throat closing up.

You bring him into you, placing your chin on top his little head. Bucky watches you, enthralled, and he wonders if you feel this, too.

This connection, this undeniable moment of pure connection.

He wants to kiss you so much. God, he wants to.

He leans his own chin on Ashens’ head until yours and Bucky’s faces are only inches apart.

Ashens cries softly in fear and Bucky leans down, kissing the top of his head. Bucky raises his head back up and you feel it too.

The connection. This moment.

This was the moment that Bucky realized that what he felt for you was true love.

This wasn’t infatuation and this wasn’t anything small.

He was in love with you.

You didn’t know but you could see the moment something happens inside of him and that’s when you knew he had feelings for you.

It wasn’t your imagination.

And it made you sad and angry all at the same time. “In about a month, we’re going to ask you to do something and you’re going to have to trust us,” Bucky continues to tell the little boy, not looking away from you, “We are here to save you.”

If you have feelings for me, why aren’t you doing anything about it? Why are you being this way? Was I right the entire time?

Your thoughts run around in your head.

Bucky’s eyes goes to your lips and he wants to cry.

Instead, he just closes his eyes, brings his hand to your head and leans his forehead on yours.

For just a few minutes you let him. The three of you are in this tight embrace, a symbol of trust and love.

You could feel Bucky’s thumb rub against your scalp tenderly and you swallowed the tears that laid in your throat, begging to escape.

You had been right.

He’s had feelings for you all this time.

And you were angry.

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