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Another truly excellent bookshop I could have spent all day in, a true home for lovers of cooking, kitchens, food â Kitchen Arts & Letters, NYC
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#studio ghibli#anime#screencaps#howlâs moving castle#kikiâs delivery service#mary and the witch's flower#when marnie was there#letters#wax stamp#vintage#postcard#travel#witch#green witch#kitchen witch#city witch#ghibli#ghibli films#anime art#anime icons#anime pfp#anime cover#cottage academia#classic academia#light academia#dark academia#letter to a friend#royalty#old fashioned#mailman
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the rituals of the couch and kitchen scenes are so damn intricate. i cannot express to you how much those two scenes say even in just the tiniest of things. the storytelling is outstanding because somehow they manage to perfectly balance the overwhelmingly obvious with the stunningly subtle. you have the smack in the face of the couch metaphor and the outright punch of the shooting mention. but then you have these tiny little moments that show just how well buck and eddie know each other, how deep their relationship is, how much it exists offscreen in the onscreen moments. because you have buck who barely ever sets boundaries for himself, walks into the diaz house with one clear boundary and eddie doesn't cross it until he has explicit permission because he gives buck control in the same way that buck allows him to let go of control. buck, the guy who is terrified of being too much shows up at eddie's doorstep unannounced, the guy who's terrified of being left walks into a house without even waiting for his welcome, the guy who is always performing for others sitting down on a couch and letting it all drift away. and it has eddie not just allowing him to do this but indulging it because he's been making sure buck knows he can do this since season three !! (i'm not really a guest) !! not only this but when he wakes up there's no apology, he just seeks eddie out. then you have the intricacies of their care for each other. it shows us buck, the guy who hates to be a burden, letting eddie take care of him and how eddie will let buck decide how he's allowed to take care of him. we've seen time and time again that buck knows when to push with eddie, and there's an element of that here with the question about the shooting, but more than that, we see that eddie knows when to wait buck out. and it shows that buck trusts that eddie will not only face up to something that big for him, but will do so in a way to give buck hope. and in turn eddie trusts buck to let him take his time with it and treat it gently. the rituals !! they're so intricate !!!
#sami rambles#it makes me fucking crazy just how much love there is in those scenes#like i love the couch metaphor and the novelty of oh shiny new kitchen scene and the content of the shooting conversation#but god the underneath of it all the subtext the care the relationship#the writing the acting the characterisation is all done with so much fucking artful love for the craft and its just.#its a love letter really. to us to the show to buck and eddie to the cast and crew.#911 show#911 fox#evan buckley#eddie diaz#buddie#buck x eddie#911 meta
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I love pomegranates! â¤ď¸đđ´đâď¸
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a letter to twenty one pilots
Dear twenty one pilots,
Thank you.
You gave a voice to the cuts in my brain when I didnât know what they were trying to say.
I was less alone when I had Migraine and Kitchen Sink to hold my depression.
I owe you my life, for leaching the loneliness from mental illness and teaching me not to let my demons win.
From,
Me
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đ¸Doodle Furryđś
Send in a number + letter for a drawing of a furry character based on those emojis! (Emojis from Emoji Kitchen)
#art meme#art prompt#art challenge#character prompt#oc prompt#furry#furry prompt#numbers prompt#letters prompt#emoji prompt#emoji kitchen
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New Legacy mug! Handmade and ready for your bunker!
Now in the ShellHawk's Creations Etsy store!
#shellhawkscreations#ceramics#pottery#handmade#lapotter#kitchen#etsy#cups#mugs#legacy#supernatural#spn#spn fan art#spn fanart#supernatural fan art#men of letters
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Decorative Kitchen Plaque "Here the main seasoning is love"
#art#artist#hand art#arte#lettering#letteringcommunity#letteringdaily#letter#letras#lettering daily#letters#caligrafia#calligraphy#calligraphylettering#calligraphymasters#home decor#decoration#decor#drawing#handmadefont#handlettering#handmade#kitchen#letteringbrasil#brasil#itsindyart
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There is something so satisfying about wearing a partnerâs hoodie like. Would I ever buy this for myself? No. Does it fit? No. Is it the most comfortable article of clothing I own at the moment? Absolutely
#not art#I have been wearing my bfâs hoodie since I snagged it from him yesterday#itâs so fucking big Iâm swimming in it /SO pos#it says âtext me so I can ignore itâ and has worms on strings#it has provided me much comfort today but also I miss him#heâs at the war (5 minutes away at a different campus)#and i write him letters by candlelight (text him pictures of my chicken pot pie dinner)#and I dutifully await his return (watch lotr or Hellâs Kitchen until heâs able to hang out)
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Bon Appetit Decal/ Kitchen Wall Art Sticker/ Bon Appetit Sign/ French Quote/Rustic Vintage Decor A sophisticated vinyl wall decal that will look amazing in a home or a restaurant reads "Bon Appetit". It's a French saying that means "Enjoy your meal" and the words are separated by a picture of a mustache. Both the mustache and the words are distressed to add a timeless vintage feel to your dining room, kitchen, hallway, or wherever you choose to place the decal. La dimensions    Basique (Small):           23"x27.3"      Pratique (Medium):        28.3"x33.6"    Classique (Large):         37.3"x44.3"      Magnifique (Extra Large):  48.1"x57" If you would like this decal in a different size please contact us. * Depending on the size you order the decal may come in pieces ******SAVE AN EXTRA 10%****** For an extra 10% off your entire order join our mailing list and become a VIP member. Use this link https://mailchi.mp/40fdb628c1aa/new-customer-welcome-bella-wall-studios and you will be emailed a discount code for an extra 10% off. WHY SHOP WITH BELLA WALL STUDIOS? -Unique art work -Three different finishes to choose from -A portion of our profits is donated to charity (The Autism Science Foundation) -Premium interior adhesive vinyl made specifically for indoor walls -A special shopping experience -A unique high-end wall decal MORE ABOUT OUR DECALS Our high-end luxury decals are handcrafted using top quality interior vinyl which will allow the decal to adhere to most indoor walls and surfaces. We are the only shop that offers 36 different couleurs and three different finishes to choose from. Matte metallic, true matte, and semi-matte are the different finishes that are offered for your decal. Semi-matte vinyl will have slightly more of a shine to it than true matte vinyl. The result of using our premium matte vinyl is a stunning natural painted on effect with unrivaled quality that will stand the true test of time. In addition it will also reduce the amount of glare stemming from light or shiny objects. PROCESSING TIME It is important for us that your decal is absolutely perfect and that you have the best experience possible. For this please allow 2-5 days for your decal to be crafted and processed before shipping it to you. UNASWERED QUESTIONS If you have any unanswered questions please take a look at our FAQ section. If we still havenât answered your question then please contact us so we can get your questions answered. We are always happy to help you out! OUR MOTTO "Our goal isn't just to make your wall beautiful, it's to make you feel special as well" - Bella Wall Studios https://www.etsy.com/listing/841287198/bon-appetit-decal-kitchen-wall-art
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My new coffee has so fucking much caffeine I feel like I'm gonna have a stroke 40 times a day
#rae rants#it took me down to 4cups per day as opposed to like 8 but whaaat the fuck dude#like i finish my morning coffee and have to spend twenty minutes with my head in my hands on the kitchen table#when i dont drink it i can play video games and do art but when i do drink it i can sort out letter beads so. i gotta decide every morning.
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Part three of my s4 art series
This time: Will having the audacity to come into the kitchen and accuse Hannibal of doing things he actually did while he's innocently trying to cook dinner, Will rescues a dog, a museum trip (with consequences), Will killing someone who recognized them at the museum after the guy confronted him a couple days later, Hannibal lovingly washing the blood out of his hair<3, and Jack getting to their house in Cuba a little too late. At least Hannibal left him a letter.
(I hope you like this I've been working on it for months)
#my art#will graham#hannibal lecter#jack crawford#hannigram#murder husbands#fanart#nbc hannibal#worlds most fucked up road trip
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a/n: im back my loves! Iâve been rewatching criminal minds and omg I love how soft Spencer is heâs just adorable bro. Also JJ with bangs? (She can get it too honestly) Mentions; of sub!spencer, dry humping, cunnilingus, sweet but nasty Spence <33
isnât the best with explaining his feelings for you not in a nerdy way but is a poet when it comes to words of affirmation; ever time Spencer sees you look so beautiful, so ethereal he just randomly pouts out a poem that can barely come close to describe the amount of love he has for you in that moment <33
Iâm a strong believer in the fact that Reid has a little decor around his apartment for when Halloween rolls around; and is beyond happy when he comes home from a case to find that youâve went a the extra mile and decorating it a bit more for him <33
Memorizes your cafe orders; so on his off days heâll wake up before you to surprise you with a muffin and your favorite tea/coffee
is usually the big spoon in bed; however if heâs had a challenging week heâll just silently curl into your side pressing kisses to you neck as he murmurs a âthank you love.â
whines into kisses & grinds his hips into yours while doing so; Spence is weak for you that much is certain. Your voice is as smooth as silk and your touch never fails to ignite a fire on his skin. But your kisses are pure aphrodisiac, you effortlessly pull moans from him like itâs nothing. âYouâre so cute Spence, so you want me to touch you?â âPlease angel.â
cannot leave without his goodbye kiss and an I love you; one time you decided to mess with him and kiss him goodbye without saying I love you. After not hearing you say it back he poked his head back in your shared bedroom and loooked at you confused. âI love you?â âMhm, have a good day sweetheart.â Now heâs pouting, â..did I do something wrong?â Now you have to pepper his face with kisses and tell him you love him multiple times so he can leave.
whenever heâs gone for a couple days for a particular hard case heâll send you flowers, and sends you text messages; to check the new book youâve read. Which leads you to find a sweet love letter. Promising his safe return and that heâll make up for lost time <33
loves baking and cooking with you; know we all know Spencer canât cook worth a damn, so his job in the kitchen is maintaining the mess you tend to create while making brownies and ofc pressing kisses to your shoulder as you mix the batter
eats you out slowly when heâs sleepy but horny; itâs so hot but so agonizingly slow. Even the way his tongue flicks against your clit feels slow, once he hears your begs and whines heâll speed up a bit. Slowly starting to get more into it than you are, pulling you by your thighs to get close to his tongue. Lapping up your cunt is an art form to Spence, and all art deserves to be appreciated <33
tells Garcia and Morgan about you; he intends not to rant but once he pictures your sweet smile in his head heâs a goner. Now he talking about your mannerisms and how you always cover your smile with your hand because your self conicous about it, but he finds your smile so beautiful..
when he gets jealous he pouts slightly; he manages it relatively well but the initial time a guy looks at you too long or has that look on his face, Spence does that little confused pouty thing slightly before making it clear your happily taken.
Spence is HELLA touchy; cannot go 2 minutes without touching you. In the car? Hand on your thigh, sitting on the couch together? Your thighs gotta be on his lap. One way or the other
Happily spends his money on you; spence absolutely loves spoiling you, and every anniversary he makes a habit of buying you a dress. Not overly pricey but just enough in the 200-300 range. each anniversary he goes a little bit higher and higher or if you found a dress you really like hell buy you jewelry. But once you guys hit one year? He goes all out <33
uses your lotions and shampoo on occasion; being away from you for hours on end can be tough at some times so Spencer makes a habit of buying smaller samples of your vanilla or strawberry scented products. Smell of sweet candy and cookies like helps ease his mind when heâs away at work.
Honorable mentions
princess twirl/hugs when he comes back from a long case
loves going on library dates with you
says I love you every time before doing down on you <33
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The Missing Piece
Pairing:Â Spencer Reid x Female!Reader
Word Count:Â ~800
Warnings:Â fluff
Summary:Â Spencer is always leaving little gifts for you, mostly flowers that you use to brighten your apartment. There is always one flower missing, and you finally find out the reason why.
Square Filled:Â gift for @goodthingshappenbingo
Authorâs Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3
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This is one of those rare days when you wake up before your alarm. You had gone to bed early last night since Spencer went to bed early. He had a tough day at work, and since you donât like to be up by yourself when someone is sleeping, you went to bed with him. Spencer is such a light sleeper that youâre afraid of making noise that will wake him. He barely gets enough sleep as it is.
You roll over in bed and bury your face in Spencerâs pillow. His side of the bed is cold since he left it to go to work a few hours ago. The blackout curtains do a really good job of keeping the light out so you donât know if itâs barely sunrise or if the sun has been up for hours.
You get out of bed and peel the curtains back slowly to let in enough light for your eyes to adjust. You continue until the curtains are all the way open and the entire room is bright. Something Spencer loves doing is leaving little gifts for you like flowers or candy or your favorite coffee. This time, itâs a beautiful bouquet of flowers thatâs sitting on the bedside table next to your phone. The bouquet consists of roses, sunflowers, and lilies that he most likely put together from the local flower shop down the street.
I hope these brighten your day. I love you so much - Spencer
You clutch the note in your hand with a smile and walk over to the closet. There is a box of every single letter Spencer has written you. You donât throw anything out because you love keeping these little tokens of your relationship. The only thing you throw out that he has given you are the flowers.
You take the bouquet and walk to the kitchen to separate them into smaller bouquets that you can put all over the house. There are six spots where you put flowers to give the rooms a bit of color, so you remove the old ones and put the new ones in. However, there is always just one left over because Spencer never gives you a full bouquet. He always gives you eleven flowers instead of twelve.
Youâre not sure why but you never ask him. Youâre just grateful to get flowers.
You and Spencer always schedule lunch together unless heâs on an active case, and the B Team is in the field for this week. To pass the time, you get started on your morning chores. You want Spencer to come home to a clean house. He works hard so that you donât have to. Itâs not that youâre incapable of getting a job or unable to hold one down, you just love being a stay-at-home wife.
It gives you the opportunity to work on your art. You love sewing, embroidering, and knitting anything you can get your hands on. You have your own Etsy shop that you make things for, and a lot of people on Facebook Marketplace want to buy your items. By not having a normal nine-to-five job, it gives you plenty of time to work on your craft. You have a bunch of commissions to work on so after your morning chores, you get to work on one of them. Once you get in the zone, itâs easy to make two hours feel like ten minutes.
Around lunchtime, you set your work aside and get ready in something light and flowing. Itâs a nice day outside and you donât want to be stuck wearing jeans and a T-shirt. You take public transportation to work since Spencer took the car this morning, and you reach the BAU in thirty minutes. The receptionist knows you by heart so she checks you in with a visitor badge before you go to the elevator.
JJ and Derek pass by with files in their hands when you enter the bullpen, and they both smile at you.
âHey, what are you doing here?â
âIâm taking Spencer to lunch. Do you know where he is?â
âYeah, heâs in Hotchâs office. Iâll let him know youâre here.â
They walk off and you approach his desk. Everything is neat and in order, not to your surprise. You sit down and twirl around before spotting a single rose on his desk. Itâs the same color rose as the one that was in the bouquet he gave you this morning.
âHey, Iâm ready to go.â
âIs that the missing flower from my bouquet this morning? Which, I loved by the way. Thank you.â
âYeah, I keep one on my desk so I know when itâs time to get you a new bouquet.â The feeling of love floods your body at the simple gesture. He wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you close. âYou ready to go?â
âYeah, Iâm always ready,â you grin.
He kisses the top of your head and leads you out of the BAU. Thereâs nothing you wouldnât do for this man and clearly, he feels the same.
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âž âââ PAIRING: LEE KNOW X READER âž âââ CONTENT: SET IN 2010S, COLLEGE AU, POPULAR!LINO, PHOTOGRAPHER!READER, SWITCH!LEE KNOW, SWITCH!READER, NO AGE IS GIVEN BUT THEY ARE WRITTEN TO BE IN THEIR JUNIOR AND SENIOR YEAR, ALCOHOL, OVERTHINKING, ANXIETY, HINTED INSECURITIES BUT NOTHING IS DESCRIBED, FOOD, ASS GRABBING, PET NAMES, BITING, ORAL (F. REC), MUTUAL MASTURBATION, BOOB PLAY, MARKING, MULTIPLE ORGASMS, CUMSHOT, PHOTOS, PROTECTED SEX, SLIGHT OVER STIM, ALLUDES TO AFTERCARE âž âââ WC: 8.4K âž âââ COMMISSIONED WORK! âž âââ 18+ work!! minors and ageless/blank blogs DNI! you will be blocked, put an indicator on your blog somewhere that you are 18+ before interacting with this work/blog
     Accepted. One of the best things Y/n had read in a long time. Getting accepted into her top choice. She had applied on a whim, not thinking she would get in. When the letter came she was sure she was rejected. Especially since the art program was fairly good at the school and some had told her it was harder to get into. But here she was two years later. Now in her junior year and one of the top students in the program. Even if that meant sacrificing her social life for it.
     The extent of Y/nâs interactions with her schoolmates was limited to projects. Pairing up with a couple of people in class and photographing the other majors with their permission. The campus itself was the perfect backdrop for every photo. Even out of class, she was photographing everything, getting people in the background too, just wanting to document the experience to show her family when she visited them.
     Adjusting to not living with her family was a weird experience. Her family called and texted her every day for the first few months of her freshman year. Just making sure she was settling in alright. She wasnât exactly a social butterfly, keeping to herself. So it was natural for her family to worry about her being on her own. Was it anxiety-inducing at first? Yes. But sheâd settled in pretty well after a while.
     College parties were never really her thing either. Sheâd focused on her projects and classes and voluntarily chose to miss other aspects of her college experience. Even with her family telling her it was okay to post once in a while. Parties, dating, making friends, all that she put aside.Â
     But there was always a bug that crawled out of the woodwork and bit. And this one had to be around Halloween. Hyunjinâ someone she was acquainted with from their sharing school art program â had invited her to his housemate's Halloween party. Probably since he was inviting everyone else in the class and didnât want her to feel excluded.Â
     At the time she just offered him a smile and said okay. Not planning on going at the time, maybe just staying in and watching horror movies. Her usual plans always seemed to work but for some reason, she decided to go. Maybe make a few friends too.
     Y/n managed to find a costume that wasnât super skimpy but was still cute enough to pass. She knew no one really took the holiday seriously in their early adult years and didnât want to stand out too much. She got dressed the night of the party and walked down to the house the party was at. It wasnât too far from the campus dormitories. Some people were out in front of the house whenever she walked up.Â
     Anxiety about walking into a new place filled her. Especially with how packed it was. All the bodies just made the room even more hot too. She weaved her way through her crowd of drunk college students, not trying to be rude or anything. The bass from the speakers thumped against her skull as she made her way to the kitchen. Maybe a drink would calm her nerves a bit.Â
     She managed to break free from the bodies and get to the alcohol. Red cups thrown about on the counter. She found the clean stack and searched for liquor and mixers. Debating the large variety the house had.Â
     âLooking for something specific?â A voice showed over the music
     She tore her gaze away from the alcohol and was met with a fit about her age. She had zero clue who he was in all honesty.Â
     âNo, just debating what sounds good right now,â She replied, still having to yell over the music
     âIâm Jisung,â the guy introduced himself, holding his hand out to her
     âIâm Y/n,â she shook his hand and ordered a small smile. Now she kind of knew one person here.Â
     âI havenât seen you around before.â
     âThis is not really my scene,â Y/n laughed as she grabbed a bottle of tequila. âI usually just keep to myself.â
     âI feel it. This whole party was honestly my roommate's idea. I canât escape if I wanted to,â Jisung laughed. âWhatâs your major?â
     âIâm an art major, focusing on photography,â Y/n told him
     âThatâs cool! Iâm a music major.â
     It felt nice having someone to talk to here. Y/n began wondering what she was missing out on the last couple of years. She and Jisung talked for a few more moments till Jisung got dragged off and promised to come back in a few minutes. Y/n just nodded and sipped her drink. She stood off to the side, out of other peopleâs way. Waiting for her new friend to come back. She eventually started wandering through the party. Getting stopped and made some small talk with her classmates, making her way back to the kitchen for another drink when she finished hers. A couple more times throughout the night she talked to Jisung again and met a couple of his friendsâ Felix and Chan.Â
     She rarely was ever drunk. She had a drink here and there. Had one or two when she went out with family members for dinner or something. Maybe it was the fact it did help ease her anxiety about the whole situation a bit. She felt more outgoing in the moment. Especially when she saw someone she had a small crush on.
     Minho was popularâ not that he wanted to be. He was very humble about his popularity. He was ninety percent sure it was because of his looks and maybe his skill as a dancer. All nightâ didnât matter if he was talking with his friends or notâ heâd been having drunk girls try and get at him. He was used to it but their level of intoxicity and their very outgoing way of trying to get him to bed was annoying him. Heâd be happy if he could lock himself in his room for the night.
     But here he was, talking with Changbin as yet another girl was approaching both of them. He could barely hear her over the music anyway but he mostly tuned out what he could. Telling his friend he was going to get another drink and then walking off. Not giving the drunk girl a chance to follow him.
     Minho weaved his way through the crowd. Weaving between bodies since no one knew how to keep a path clear for others. Accidentally pumped a bit too hard into one girl as a guy took a step back into him.
     âSorry,â Minho said to the girl, having wrapped an arm around her so she didnât fall. âAre you okay?â
     âYeahâŚâ Y/n said, suddenly every bit of her introverted self coming out again.
     âYou sure?â Minho asked
     âYes. Sorry!â Y/n replied, face feeling hot as his arm fell from her side, âIâmââ
     She couldnât do much to introduce herself when Minho was already walking off. She sighed and sipped her drink. Maybe a couple more drinks and she could try again. Maybe she should just save herself the embarrassment and go home. She could tell he wasnât in the mood even if she had a few drinks in her system.Â
     âWhy the sad face?â Jisungâs voice came from next to her. Scaring her a bitÂ
     âParty is starting to be too much,â Y/n repliedÂ
     âHang here. Iâll grab you some water,â Jisung told her.Â
     âThanksâŚâ Y/n said as he went off to the kitchen after grabbing her cup of alcohol from her.Â
     Y/n stood in her spot, waiting for her new friend to come back. Jisung came back after a few minutes and handed her a bottle of water, opening the cap for her and handing it to her.Â
     âWant to get some air too? I know itâs hot in here.â
     âYes please,â Y/n said and sipped the cold water.Â
     Jisung led her out to the front yard and sat with her on a couple of unoccupied chairs. The cold air felt good after being in a stuffy house for so long. âBetter?â
     âYeah. Thank you,â Y/n smiled
     âNo problem. I know it can all be too much sometimes,â Jisung replied. âDo you want me to take you home?â
     âNo, I donât want to bother you more. I can get home by myself. I live on campus anyways.â
     âIâm not letting you walk back to campus this late!â Jisung protested, âLet me find one of my friends and let them know where Iâm going.âÂ
     Before Y/n could say anything else, Jisung had already disappeared back into the house. She felt bad just getting up and leaving like she had originally planned. Instead, she patiently waited and sipped her water. Staying to get cold in the material of the costume.Â
     Jisung came out of the house a few moments later. He helped her up and the two started walking down the street together. Y/n wrapped her arms around her to provide warmth from the autumn air.Â
     âAre you cold?â Jisung askedÂ
     âIâll be fine. Itâs a short walk to the campus dormitory.â
     âI should have grabbed a jacket when I went inside.âÂ
     âItâs fine. You walking me back is more than enough.â
     The walk was mostly silent. The occasional talk about their classes and their day-to-day lives filled the night.Â
     âWait. Youâve been here for two years and havenât made a single friend?â Jisung asked
     âI didnât have time to socialize. I honestly wasnât planning to go to the party anywaysâŚâ
     âWell, weâre friends now! Now you have one. Though Iâm sure Felix considers you a friend. Even if you guys had one conversation tonight, heâll still count it! And donât you and Hyunjin in the art program together?â
     âYeah. I donât really talk to people. I just do my work and if I'm in a group protection I'm still pretty quiet. Though Iâm sure Iâve photographed everyone on campus at some point or another.â
     âOoh! You should show me your photos sometime! I want to see your work!â Jisung rambled
     It felt nice to have somewhat of a friend now. Jisung made sure to walk her up to her dorm room and they two exchanged numbers as well before he started his walk back home and Y/n went into her dorm. She took a shower and put on her pajamas before crawling into bed.
     Y/n carried on her day-to-day life after the Halloween party. Going to class, focusing on her assignments, and taking photos in the quad. Just now Jisung seemed to be popping up randomly.
     âWhat are you taking photos of?â Jisung asked, sneaking up behind her
     âJesus!â Y/n half-yelled
     âSorry! Didnât mean to scare you,â He apologized
     âItâs fine. Just not used to it.â
     âYou didnât answer my question.â
     âJust taking photos. I like capturing the campus scenery.â Y/n shrugged
     âCan I see?â
     âSureâŚâ Y/n hadnât shown anyone except her teachers her photos before.
     Y/n opened her cameraâs library and turned the screen to him. Jisung took the camera from her hands and scrolled through the photos.
     âIâm not a professional and barely know the first thing about pro photography but these are great!â Jisung complimented
     âThanks,â Y/n smiled, feeling proud of her work at that moment
     âOh! You have some of the dance crew!â
     âYeah. I joined the school paper on a whim this year and they have me photographing sportsâŚâ
     âThatâs why Felix said he recognized you at the party. Oh, there he is!â
     Jisung spent the next few moments trying to find all the photos she had taken of his friend in her camera. âYou even got good photos of Minho.â
     âYou know Minho?â
     âYeah. We share a room at the house.â
     Y/nâs eyes went wide for a moment as she processed the information. She had somehow befriended one of her crushâs friends, let alone his roommate. Jisung seemed oblivious to her reaction. He handed her camera back to her with a smile. âYou should come to my music groupâs next performance and take photos of us! Iâm sure Chan and Changbin would love it too!âÂ
      âYeah. Just let me know when,â Y/n smiled
      âIâll text you! Iâve got to run to class before Iâm late!â
      Jisung took off before she could do anything. She just agreed to whatever he said, not fully processing it. She shook her head and looked at the time. She was done with her classes for the day but wasnât quite ready to go back to her dorm. She sighed and went to the library to study for some of her classes.Â
     She sat quietly at one of the library tables. Textbooks open as she scanned through and wrote down the important information she needed for her class. Her headphones were in as she listened to her music. The background noise helping keep her focused on her work.Â
     Minho was also stuck in the library. Working on some homework. Anything was better than doing said work at home with seven other people to interrupt his peace. The campus library had been his safe space since he started and decided to get a house with his seven friends. Now he was in his last year of college and could get away from all this soon.
     He wasnât getting away from Jisung though. Even in the quiet library, he wasnât safe from his best friend.
     âThere you are,â Jisung quietly said and took a seat next to his friend.
     âI need a better hiding spot,â Minho sarcastically told his friend
     âYouâre in a better mood.â
     âIâm not getting hounded today.â
     âExplains a lot.â Jisung shrugged and took out his homework
     The two fell into silence until Jisung became a bit bored and poked his friend. It was soon stopped by a glare and a quick apology. The younger one laid his head on the table and then looked around the library. âDo you know Y/n?â Jisung suddenly asked
     âWho?â Minho asked
     âSheâs in the school paper. Sheâs photographed the dance team. Figured you might have met her, Felix has.â
     âAre you comparing me to Felix?â Minho asked
     âNo, but I was curious. She doesnât have many friends. I invited her to the next 3RACHA performance.â
     âYouâre trying to get her more friends, arenât you?â
     âIâve been the kid with no friends before so I kind of feel bad.â
     âI remember when you were trying to fight everyone in the house for the smallest things.â
     âIâm a changed man.â
     âBecause of Chan.â
     Jisung didnât disagree with him as Minho finished up his homework. Jisung had given up on finishing his and took out his phone. Replying to some text messages he had. Y/n was one of the people he had texted.
Jisung: 3Racha has a performance this weekend! Itâs at Miroh!
     Y/n looked at the text message on her screen. She figured out what Jisung was attempting to do since the Halloween party and claimed they were friends. She was grateful he was trying to break her out of her shell and she couldnât exactly come up with an excuse either. She had also processed that he had asked her to photograph them at their performance earlier in the day. And she agreed to it.
Y/n: Whereâs that at? :â( Jisung: You havenât been to Miroh before?? Y/n: No. I donât have friends and Iâm terrified of going places by myself Jisung: How about I pick you up then? You can ride with me and my friends then hang out with them while Iâm up on stage Y/n: Are you sure? I donât want to intrude⌠Jisung: Yeah! The guys wonât mind.             Oh! Since youâre in the library, come over and meet Minho! Heâll be there too so you wonât just have Felix when me, chan and changbin are on stage Y/n: How do you know Iâm in the library?? Jisung: I came in to annoy Minho and try and do homework and saw you when I walked in. You had your headphones on so I didnât say anything Y/n: oh
     Y/n had finished her work and was just packing up when she saw the message from Jisung. She finished packing her things up when she looked around for Jisung. Seeing him standing at a table with Minho. After the party and her run-in with the dancer, she wasnât hopeful it would go well. She could barely even think of just getting up and leaving when the music major spotted her and made his way over to her. His friend following not far behind
     âDid you just finish?â Jisung asked her
     âYeah. Did you even work or just talk to people?â
     âBit of both,â Jisung shrugged as the dancer walked up behind him, âThis is Minho. Min, this is Y/n.â
     âHi,â Y/n timidly said
     âHey,â Minho greeted back
     Minho recognized her from the Halloween party. He had seen her in the dance studio with a camera a couple of times. He just never knew her name.
     The trio walked out of the library together and Y/n said goodbye to the two and made her way back to her dorm hall. The two boys went off to head back to their home. Jisung filled in Minho that they were picking up Y/n and giving her a ride to Miroh over the weekend. The older man nodded in agreement.
     When the day of the performance came Y/n offered to meet Jisung at his house so it was one less stop for the group. At first, Jisung protested on her walking down but she told him she was already on her way down. She was a bit nervous about the whole outing so the walk helped clear her head a bit. By the time she got to the house the group was outside already, Jisung introduced her to everyone she didnât know yet before the group went back to their previous discussion of the car assignments, and how they were getting nine people there.
     âTake three cars, three people in each car,â Chan said which the guys all seemed to agree with
     It was decided Chan, Minho, and Hyunjin would drive/be DDs for the group. Seungmin and Changbin rode with Chan. Jeongin and Felix took Hyunjinâs car while Han and Y/n were with Minho. Y/n took the backseat of the car while Minho and Jisung were in the front. The bar was about a twenty-minute drive from the house. Y/n stayed pretty quiet in the back of the car while music played. The two friends in the front talked a little and tried including Y/n. She appreciated it and it helped her nerves a little till they finally got to the bar.Â
     The group managed to find parking spots pretty close together and headed into the bar. The rap group still had some time before they had to perform. A few of the guys took orders and grabbed some drinks from the bar while the others found a couple of tables and pushed them together. Minho had pulled a seat out for Y/n and motioned for her to sit. Hesitantly she sat down with the rest of the group.Â
     The performers themselves talked about their performance as the rest of the group came back with drinks. Making sure everyone got the right drink. Everyone settled in with their drinks and waited for the performance to start.Â
     Y/n felt out of place amongst the friends, even when they did include her in the conversation. Her life just seemed boring compared to the others. They all had some interesting lives or things that were big going on with their majors. 3Racha was about to perform, the dance membersâ Minho, Felix, and Hyunjin (whom she learned only minored in the art program and was a dance major)â had some competitions for the school and outside of the school coming up. Seungminâ a law majorâ had won another debate and Jeonginâ an education majorâ was going to be working at a daycare over the summer. Y/n felt like she had nothing going on. Just some photos no one would probably look at.
     As soon as the boys were called to the stage, Y/n grabbed her camera from her bag and made sure all her settings were good. âAre you going up to the stage?â Minho asked next to her
     âYeah. If itâs not too crowded,â Y/n said
     âDo you want me to go with you?â Minho questioned
     âOh! We should all go up!â Felix suggested
     âThey can feel our support from back here,â Seungmin interjected
     âThen stay here,â Hyunjin said
     Jeongin and Seungmin stayed at the tables while she, Felix, Minho, and Hyunjin went up to the stage. Felix and Hyunjin mainly went to be the hype men for their friends while Minho stayed close to Y/n so no one got in the way of the photos. Y/n felt more anxious with Minho standing close by. She had barely talked to him since his demeanor at the Halloween party.Â
     She did her best not to let it get to her as she got her photos. She didnât know what to expect from the music group. She had heard the name 3Racha before around campus but seeing them perform was a different scenario. She did enjoy the music and got some pretty good shots from the performance. She only saw how good they were when she sat back at the table after the show.
     The group congratulated them on the show. Jisung asked to see the photos as soon as she sat down with them. Y/n let him go through them and show them around the table. She felt flustered when everyone gave her props for her work, even though it wasnât edited yet.
     The group stayed for a few more hours at the bar, enjoying the other performances and some drinks. They all ended up calling it a night. Minho and Jisung took Y/n back to the campus dorms before going back to their home
     âWhat do you think of Y/n?â Jisung asked his roommate on the drive back
     âI donât think she likes me very much,â Minho answered
     âYou probably scare her.â
     âYou know, one day you might not wake up.â
     Minho knew she was shy from what Jisung had told him and what he had observed. He knew he could be a little intimidating at times but he felt bad he had given her that impression.
      Jisung on the other hand was curious. Pulling his phone from his pocket and texting his new friend.
Jisung: Do you like Minho? Y/n: What?? Jisung: Like as a friend. He thinks youâre scared of him Y/n: oh        Yeah? Idk? Jisung: ?? Y/n: He bumped into me at the Halloween party before you got me water. He seemed kind of annoyed when I went to introduce myself so I didnât think he liked me very much⌠        Which I donât expect him to. Ik heâs popular and there are more interesting people than me Jisung: oh, he was annoyed the whole party. I promise it wasnât bc of you. If anything it was all the drunk girls trying to sleep with him Y/n: idk :(        I had a few drinks too⌠maybe he just saw another drunk girl then⌠Jisung: you were not THAT drunk. You could still walk and form words lol Y/n: I still think he doesnât like me very much Jisung: and he thinks you donât like him very much Y/n: I donât! He just makes me a bit nervous Jisung: oh, you like like min ;) Y/n: so does every girl on campus :( Iâm not special
     Jisung knew something would come about. If someone didnât like Minho, he didnât care much. So Jisung knew his friends' thoughts and feelings the moment he said that Y/n didnât seem to like him very much. He didnât that night plotting.Â
      No matter how much plotting he did, he knew his friends were idiots. Heâd do everything but lock them in a room together. He told the rest of the house about Y/nâs lack of friends and what he suspected was anxiety about making them but he wasnât sure.Â
     The group always offered to include her in things and sometimes she did accept the offers. Over time she started to feel like more of a friend to them and less of an intrusion. She still kept quiet about ninety percent of the time though.Â
     Sheâd given 3Racha the photos she had taken, fully edited, and let them do what they wanted with them. Jisung told her a lot of people on campus loved the photos when they put them on their social media which gave her somewhat of an ego for a few moments.Â
     Minho didnât know exactly what Jisung was plotting but he did know his friend had been acting differently since the day after their performance. He could corner him and ask but he couldnât complain too much now.Â
     Heâd refuse to admit it to anyoneâ except maybe Chan â but he was glad Jisung was bringing Y/n around more. He thought she was cute when his younger friend had officially introduced them in the library. He had barely spared her much of a glance at the party. Maybe if he did she wouldnât be too scared of him. But now, after a few months, that dislike or whatever was disappearing.Â
     Heâd catch her around campus and go out of his way to say hi and ask her about her day. Minho appreciated that she didnât try and flirt with him like the rest of the girls on campus. He could be himself.Â
     Currently, he was in the school's quad with her. He spotted her looking at her camera and chose to keep her company.Â
     âWhat are you taking photos of?â He asked as he walked up and took a seat next to her on the bench
     Y/n offered him a smile, âWhatever interests me today.â
     âSo the usual?â he joked
     âPretty much.â Y/n agreed
     Minho smiled as she got up and stepped a few feet away, spotting something to photograph. Minho took out his phone after a few moments and responded to a few messages he had disregarded earlier. Y/n was taking photos of some of the flowers that were planted. She turned around once she snapped a few and looked at Minho.
     He seemed ignorant to her turning around and the sun was hitting all his angles perfectly. She focused her lens on him and snapped a couple of photos. Slowly Minho looked up at her, hearing the camera shutter as she took the photos.
     âWhen did I become your model?â Minho asked as she pulled away from the viewfinder
     âYouâve been my model before,â Y/n defended
     âI donât think Iâm dancing right now,â Minho told her
     âNo, but it was a good photo opportunity.â
     âLet me see.â
     Y/n walked back to him and handed him the camera. Minho took the camera and looked through the photos she had taken of him before getting out of the photos and going back to the camera. He sat up, held up the viewfinder, and snapped a photo before Y/n realized what he was doing. Once she processed it while he snapped a few more, she moved to grab the camera from him.
     âHey!â Y/n said grabbing her camera.
     Minho chuckled as she took her seat back next to him. âLet me see my work,â he said between laughs
     âNo,â Y/n said as she went to look over at the photos. Minho just looked over her shoulder before she could delete the photos.
     âI did a good job,â Minho said. âYou look good too. Very photographic.â
     âDonât lie,â Y/n grumbled as she deleted the photos and tried to hide her flushed face from him
      âIâm not lying,â Minho told her. âYou look good. In and out of the photos.â
      Y/n hesitated to delete the last photo. Minho did take a good photo of her. She couldnât deny that.
      âWhat are you doing later?â Minho asked, watching her hesitate, and stopped looking over her shoulder.
      âProbably nothing. Maybe homework,â Y/n answered and shut her camera off. Packing it up in her camera bag
      âDo you want to get takeout and come over instead? I can kick Ji out.â
      Y/n turned to look at him. Ninety-nine percent sure she was hallucinating what he just said. âHuh?â she asked
      âDo you want to come over after youâre last class? Order food or I can cook,â Minho repeated
     âIâ just us?â
     âI mean, Iâm sure someone else will be at the house but ideally, yeah. Just us.â
     âLike, like a date?â Y/n asked, scared but hopeful at the same time
     âYeah.â
     âYouâre asking me on a date?â
     âWhy wouldnât I?â
     âBecause youâre out of my league?â
     âYou donât give yourself enough credit,â Minho smirked, âCome over for dinner. Iâll kick the others out of the house.â
     âO-okay,â Y/n agreed
     âWhenâs your last class?â
     âI donât have any more classes. I have all morning classes.â
     âCome on. We can go shopping for ingredients.â Minho stood and adjusted the bag on his shoulder
     âI donât want to make you cook,â Y/n closed up her bag and stood with him, gathering the rest of her things.
     âI like cooking. Come on,â Minho said
     Y/n walked with him to the parking lot. Minho opened the door for her before getting in his side of the car. The two drove down to the supermarket while Minho questioned her on what she wanted to eat.Â
     She was wondering why Lee Minho would ask her out. Or offer to cook for her. Her brain seemed to just go into autopilot for responses. In the store, she stayed close to the dancer. She was trying to stay out of other peopleâs way and helping with grabbing ingredients. Even if he protested she didnât need to. It was the least she could do.Â
     When they checked out, Y/n felt more at ease as they drove back to the house. Minho had made sure to text his friends to either not corner them or not come home. They even seemed a bit shocked at this development but ultimately Chan offered to take the other six out for dinner which the younger ones graciously accepted.Â
     âDo you want any help?â Y/n asked after theyâ mostly Minhoâ carried in their shopping bags from the car and set them on the counter.Â
     âNo. I got it covered,â Minho said and took his bag to his room. Y/n quietly sat at the bar and took out the homework she had planned to do.Â
     Minho came back after a few moments to find her doing the work he took her away from. He smiled to himself as he got to work. Washing his hands and starting to cook. He would occasionally look over at her to check on her and ask her how her work was going.Â
     Y/n was honestly barely focusing on her workâ sheâd done most of it earlier anyway. She was watching Minho cook. He seemed a natural in the kitchen. Moved with ease, just like he was dancing.
     âHow come you didnât go to culinary school?â Y/n asked
     âDance is what Iâm passionate about. Cooking is just something I like doing for my friends. Plus Iâm good at it.â
     âHow good?â Y/n asked
     âYouâll see,â Minho smiled back at her, âFinish your homework. You wonât graduate if you donât.â
     âIâll be fine,â Y/n told him
     âHomework.â
     Y/n just rolled her eyes and turned back to her homework while he cooked. Both taking moments to watch the other one work. Y/n finished up her last boy off work and put away her things. Patiently waiting for Minho to finish, not knowing what to do now.Â
     She just admired him working. He moved around the kitchen with ease, even when he plated the food. Y/n smiled as he set the food in front of her and thanked him. Minho smiled and sat down next to her at the bar. Y/n took a bite of the food and looked at him. âYou should be a chef!â Y/n exclaimed
     Minho just smiled as he started eating. Y/n enjoyed probably the best meal she had had since she left home for college. She felt more relaxed than ever around Minho. She had forgotten for a moment that this was technically a date. It just felt natural to hang out with him now. Even if he didnât give her the best impression when they had first met. He was trying now even if he didnât know at first.
     Y/n did find it weirdâ being the best word she could use to describe the feelingâ when one of the more popular guys that everyone seemed to like was with her during their free time. They werenât official but they were together often. Whether it was by themselves or with the rest of their friends. The rest of Minhoâs housemates all knew before they did things would be official eventually.
     âDid I scare you when we first met?â Minho asked her as they were lying in her dorm bed, her roommate gone for the weekend.
     âWhat do you mean?â Y/n asked
     âYou just seemed scared of me when Ji introduced us,â Minho explained
     âYou didnât scare me,â Y/n said, cuddling into him. Winter was setting in now and he had become her personal heater. âJust when you bumped into me at the Halloween party you seemed annoyed when I tried talking to youâŚâ
     âThat was you?â Minho asked
     âYeahâŚâÂ
     âI was annoyed that night but not because of you,â Minho told her, wrapping his arms around her tighter.Â
     âI donât blame you. Iâm pretty boringâŚâ
     âNo, youâre not.â
     âIâm an art major Min. Itâs not really a useful career. Sometimes I wonder why you talk to me or even ask me on dates to begin with.â
     âBecause I like being around you. Youâre easy to be around and I like your creativity.â
     âYou donât want someone more in your league? Prettier? Cooler?â
     âYouâre prettier and cooler than you give yourself credit for,â Minho told her and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. âIâd be happy to call you my girlfriend.â
     âGirlfriend?!â Y/nâs head shot up and looked at him
     âYeah. I want you to be my girlfriend.â Minho chuckled
     Y/nâs face flushed. She had guessed it would eventually get to here but now that the words had left his lips she was at a loss for words.
     âCat got your tongue?â
     Y/n nodded her head as Minho laughed. Resting his head on her forehead, âIs that a yes to being my girlfriend?â
     âYes,â Y/n quietly said.
     Minho smiled and placed a peck on her lips. The kiss was too fast for Y/n. She watched her boyfriendâs reaction to him pulling away then pressed another kiss to her lips. Giving her time to return the affection.
     Y/n moved her lips with his before he pulled away again. âYouâre a good kisser kitten.â
     âKitten?â
     âYeah. My kitten.âÂ
     Minho wrapped his arms tightly around her and held her close to his chest. Thatâs how they stayed for the weekend. Cuddled up together and only pulled away to use the bathroom or get food. Y/n felt like she was on cloud nine with Minho. He walked her to her classes when he had the time and made her any food she asked for. Even when he joked and appeared he didnât want to. He was always doing things for her. And Y/n never felt happier in the last month of them being together.Â
     âWant to spend the night this weekend ?â Minho asked his girlfriend after walking her to her last class, âJiâs going to his parentâs house for the weekend so I donât have to kick him out.â
     âThe others wonât mind?â Y/n askedÂ
     âNo. As long as you donât mind the guys being obnoxiously loud while weâre locked in my room avoiding them,â Minho smiled
     âOkay,â Y/n smiled backÂ
     âIâll see you after class,â Minho told her and picked her lips.Â
     Y/n watched her boyfriend walk down the hallway to his class and entered her own. Now, a little too excited for her class to end. She was ready to bolt out of her class as they were dismissed. She tried giving her boyfriend time to get back to her classroom but she still managed to get out before him.Â
     She waited outside her class for him. Leaning against the wall till he snuck up to her and wrapped his kissed her forehead. Y/n looked at her boyfriend, âHi.â
     âHey. How was class?â He asked as he took her hand. Heading to her dorm so she could grab a few things before heading down to the house.Â
     Minho sat in her desk chair while she packed a small bag, looking at her photos on her wall. A thought crossed his mind as he picked up her smaller digital camera.Â
     âWhat are you doing?â Y/n askedÂ
     Minho smiled at her and took a quick photo of her packing her bag. Y/n looked over at him as she heard the shutter click. âMin.â
     âI didnât do it,â Minho told her and took another photo of her.
     âIâm never going to win with you, am I?â
     âNo.â
     Y/n shook her head and finished packing her bag. Having to drag her boyfriend from her dorm and to the car. Minho put her things in the backseat and then drove them to his home. Some of the guys were home when they arrived. Y/n said hi to them as Minho pulled her up the stairs to his room. Y/n set her bag down at the foot of his bed as the dancer sat on his bed, pulling her to him and laying back with her.
     âHungry at all?â Minho asked
     âNo. My boyfriend keeps me nice and full,â Y/n told him as she wrapped her arms around him. Minho smiled and turned on the TV he and Jisung had in their room. Turning on a show the two had talked about watching, casually laying in the bed till Jisung came in to grab something.
     âOh good, you guys arenât doing anything weird,â Jisung teased as he opened the door
     Y/n hid her face in her boyfriendâs chest as Minho glared at his roommate. Y/n focused on the TV as Jisung packed a bag and then said goodbye to the couple, shutting the door behind him.
     âEmbarrassed kitten?â Minho asked
     âA little. What if Ji did walk in while we were doing something? Not that we have done anything butâŚâ
     âIf we were I would have locked the door. I wouldnât put you in that position. Have you thought about going further?â Minho explained
     âYeahâŚâ
     Minho sat up with her, in a better position to have a more serious conversation. Y/n felt shy about the topic of sex. She didnât have much experience and she only guessed Minho had more than her. âLook at me, babe?â Minho asked
     Y/n hesitantly made eye contact with him for the duration of their conversation. The couple spent maybe an hour talking about their historyâ she was right about Minho having more experience than herâ and protection. Minho made sure Y/n felt completely comfortable as they talked about the next steps in their relationship. Only having gone as far as a few heated make-out sessions. Minho never rushed her with anything which just made her fall for him more.
     Maybe that comfort was how the bedroom door ended up locked and Minho was gripping her ass over her jeans while she was sitting on his lap, both their tongues fighting for dominance. Both of them moaned as Y/n gripped the hair at the nape of his neck. Minho used his grip on her backside to pull her closer to him, almost tipping them back on the bed. The dancer chuckled when she made a surprised noise before pulling away and attaching his lips to her neck.
     âMin,â Y/n breathed out, fingers dragging up into his hair more.
     âLook so good on my lap kitten,â Minho said as his lips roamed all over her neck, biting a couple of patches of skin lightly
     Y/n bucked her hips against him when he did nibble on her skin. The slight pinch shot straight to her core. The roll of her hold made the male below her groan and she could feel something poking her from below.Â
     Seconds later Minho had her on her back and kissed down her body. His hands moved to take hold of the low waistband of her jeans. âCan I?â Minho asked
     âPlease,â Y/n said, lifting her hips for him
     Minho smiled and unbuttoned her pants, pulling the fabric down and tossing it to the side. Y/n pressed her thighs together, suddenly a little embarrassed being half-naked in front of him. Minho noticed and placed a kiss on each of her thighs and her hips, gently pulling her legs apart before settling between them. Y/n watched as he put her legs over his shoulders and pressed a few kisses to her clothed core. Y/n bit her bottom lip as she watched her boyfriend kiss and lick her through the fabric before he pulled away and pulled the fabric off her legs, tossing them to the floor with her bottoms.
     Minho readjusted them, grabbing her hands and intertwining their fingers. âAnyone ever take care of you, kitten?â
     âNoâŚâ Y/n admitted as he pressed a kiss to her clit
     Minho hummed then licked a stripe from her entrance to her clit, wrapping his lips around the bud. Y/n moaned as he sucked on the little bud. She gripped his hands as he switched between sucking on her clit and licking the bud with his tongue. Y/n gasped when she felt his tongue dip into her, back arching off his mattress as he moved the muscle in and out of her.Â
     His hands left her and grabbed the tops of her thighs. Holding her legs over his shoulders as he ate her out. Y/n grabbed a handful of his hair with one hand, making him moan into her. Y/n had to cover her mouth so none of the others would hear her. It got harder to hide them as the knot in her stomach kept tightening and tightening until it snapped.Â
     The photographer gasped as her hips rocked against his face. Minho held her against him as he helped her through the high. Not stopping till he had her cleaned up and her grip on his hair loosened. He pulled away, put her legs back on the bed, and sat up on his knees. Wrong off any excess liquid with the back of his hand.Â
     Y/n caught her breath again as Minho threw off his t-shirt letting it join her bottoms on the ground. Y/n took in the sight up his upper torso, just by his arms she knew her boyfriend was toned but seeing his chest and abs, whew.
     âWhat you staring at kitten?â Minho teased as he crawled over her, caging her in with his arms.
     âMy hot boyfriend,â Y/n responded as she ran her fingers down his front and hooked them around his belt.
     âNot so shy anymore,â Minho smiled as he leaned down to kiss her neck again.
     Y/n hummed as she undid his belt, pulling it from its loops and then unbuttoning his jeans. Meanwhile, Minho used one hand to push her shirt up. The two worked as best they could undressing each other. Once they finally got the rest of their clothes off and onto the floor, Y/n wrapped her hand around his cock. Minho moaned as she slowly stroked him, one hand of his having taken hold of her breasts. Groping the flesh as his lips worked their way down to the other.
     Minho wasnât trying to hide his moans like Y/n was. Heâd heard all his friends before and he was sure they had heard him before so none of it mattered to him. But knowing his girlfriend, he tried not to be too loud and embarrass her. Not that any of the guys would tease them if they knew what was good for them.
    His hand that was on her boob moved down and his thumb ran over her sensitive clit. His head came up from her chest just in time to see her tilt her head back in pleasure. Minho leaned into her neck and kissed the skin, making sure to leave his mark on her. Y/n moaned as he sucked on her skin while he circled her clit. Their stroke paces fell in sync, one would pick up their speed and then the other would follow suit.Â
     Y/n managed to pull his lips from her neck up to her mouth. Kissing him to drown out her moans as her hips rocked against his hand. Minho matched her strokes with his hips. Thrusting into her hand as his orgasm approached. Her grip tightened as her second high approached her, taking over her body seconds later. Minho thrusted into her hand as he worked her through her high. His cum shot onto her lower stomach as she came down from her second high.
     âSorry,â Mino apologized as he came down from his orgasm
     ââS okay,â Y/n told him. âIt was hot.â
     Minho hummed as he sat up, looking down at her. âYou look good with my cum on you.â
     âShould take a picture,â Y/n said
     âWant me to?â Minho questioned
     âCameraâs in my bag.â
     Minho moved and grabbed her bag from the foot of his bed, quickly finding her camera and getting back in his position. Her legs rested over his thighs as he pointed the camera lens down at her stomach. Catching her wet cunt as well and his dick laying between her legs. Y/n watched the flash go off before he pulled the camera away from his face. Minho leaned down and pecked her lips.
     âWant to keep going, kitten?â Minho askedÂ
     âYes,â Y/n answered. âCan I⌠ride you?â She asked as he leaned over to his bedside table and grabbed a condom.Â
     âMy kitty wants to ride me?â He teased as he closed the drawer.
     âPleaseâŚâ
     Minho didnât say anything before flipping their position. He placed her on his lower stomach and handed her the condom. Y/n took the foil from his hand and sat up on her knees. She scooted back a bit as she opened the wrapper and took out the rubber. Y/n jerked her boyfriendâs dick again until he was erect again, then slid on the rubber.Â
     Minho held her hips as she positioned herself above him. She kept his cock steady till the tip was inside her. Moaning as she placed her hands on his waist while she sank onto him. The dancer helped her ease down onto him. He gave her a second once he was fully inside her, keeping a hold on her hips. Y/n sat up straight and held her boyfriendâs wrists and looked down at him. She noticed the light layer of sweat that was covering his body. She found her camera on the bed and held it up to her face.Â
      She snapped a photo of her boyfriend. Minho smiled before taking the camera from her hands. Y/n clenched around her boyfriend as he pointed the camera at her. Minho snapped a photo as she started rolling her hips back and forth. Her hands pressed to his chest to stabilize herself.Â
      Minho took a couple of photos of her and then put the camera to the side again. The dancer planted his feet on the bed and held her hips, slowly starting to bounce her on him. Y/n used her position to lift herself so her boyfriend wasnât doing all the work.Â
     Minhoâs hands moved back and gripped her ass as she rode him. Tilting his head back in pleasure as her walls pulsed around him. Y/n took the chance to lay on his chest and suck her own marks onto his skin. Minho happily let her do so as he lifted his hips and started thrusting into her.Â
      Y/n moaned against his skin as he thrusted into her. Accidently biting down a little harder on his neck when his tip found the spongy spot inside her and hit it dead on.Â
     âFuck,â Minho moaned, wrapping his arms around her and holding her down on his chest
     âSorry,â Y/n mumbled as she kissed the spot
     âDonât. Felt good,â Minho told her as his pace picked up
      Y/n moaned as he aimed for the spot again. Hiding away in her boyfriend's neck as her walls clenched around him. She tried rolling her hips to keep up with his pace but she was far slower than him, though she still tried.Â
      The knot was tightening far too quickly in her stomach this time. Each thrust felt like the next would make her cum again. She did her best to hold out but she couldnât. Her walls spasmed around Minhoâs cock. The dance held onto her as her body shook on top of him. Fucking her through the high before his took over. Burying himself into her and letting his cum fill up the rubber.Â
     âFuck,â both groaned as they caught their breathsÂ
      Y/n sat up and looked at her boyfriend's neck. Not realizing how many marks she had left on him â she could only imagine what hers looked like. She ran her thumb over the front of his neck before grabbing her camera again and taking a photo.
      Minho chuckled at her before helping her off his cock and laying her on the bed. Y/n smiled as she watched him toss the condom then put on his boxers and leave the room. She looked over three photos they had taken before he came back with a washcloth and cleaned her up.Â
     âEveryoneâs in their rooms, wanna go take a shower?â Minho asked
     âYes please,â Y/n agreed.
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tell me you need me (1 of 2) | c. berzatto x reader
It was good when you started but Carmen Berzatto had the ability to make anyone fall in love with him no matter how much you tried not to. (friends with benefits!carmen, smut, mndi!!!, unprotected p in v, smut! smut!, angst!! fluff, maybe some bad words, blood, unedited) MASTER LISTS
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I need you tonight. Want to go?
You sighed at the message that Carmy sent you. âWant to goâ was a code for âI want to have sex.â and itâs been working pretty well for these past few months. You both needed some sort of release for the pent-up stress that you both have. Carmy, with the Bear and you, with art. You were a full-time artist; creating art inspired by food using oil paint and other forms of media. Youâve been stressed with your upcoming gallery opening next month. Would they love it? Itâs quite hard to meet the expectations after winning the Herb Alpert Award in the Arts last year. It was close to Carmyâs James Beard Foundation award, if not the same. In a way, at the end of the day, you were two people excelling in your jobs except for everything else. You sucked at relationships, friendships, connectionâŚwhat wasnât artistic; you sucked at. Carmy was the same. Without thinking, you typed your response, a four letter word. Maybe youâll see him tonight.
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Carmy enters your home like he lived in it. He had his own set of keys, it was easier that way. Heâs been so stressed with the Bear and the only thing that he needs is to blow off some of that steam before he can be functional again. There was supposed to be a celebrity who was wishing for a whole fucking kitchen tour tomorrow and he had to stay behind to make sure that everything was perfect.Â
âHey,â he greets you when he sees you perched on your couch. He liked your apartment much better; at least you had multiple rooms and your own space. Itâs not like his; there was work everywhere while yours felt homey. Except your studio down the hallâdamn, how much do artists earn today?
âHey,â you replied. âDid you have dinner yet? I can heat up some of the Chinese food I ordered earlier.â
âNo, no. Itâs alright,â he says, removing his shoes in the doorway. You were always so tidy and meticulous. No outside clothes on the bed; he had to learn that the hard way. âActually, um, can-can I take a shower first? I want to wash the day away and I-I smell like the kitchen.â
âAnd you took the L,â
âUbered here, actually.â
âSurge rates?â
âI was in a rush.â
âOh,â you gulped. âWell, you still have your clothes in my wardrobe and your toiletries in my bathroom.â
âWhich one?â he asked. âWhich-which bathroom?â
âThe one in my bedroom,â you replied. âYou know where the fresh towels are. SoâŚâ
âUh, yeah-yeah,â he says. âThanks.â You only smiled at him. Conversation before your engagements are usually awkward because you both knew what the two of you were there for. Itâs more comfortable afterwards; when he talks about the Bear or asks you about your art.
You and Carmy met from a friend of a friend. You were looking for chefs that could serve you inspiration for your paintings when she mentioned Carmen Berzatto. You reached out to him and he replied three months later, telling you that he can show you some of the recipes that heâs been working on. Heâs an artist himselfâSistine Chapel art kind of stuff. He explained the components of his dish over dinner in your hotel apartment in New York. You mentioned that you were from Chicago and he mentioned that heâs from Chicago tooâŚyou drank too much wine and the rest was history.Â
You both stopped communicating when he met Claire but he reached out again, asking if you wanted to meet. He told you all about her and how he fucked up. You drank too much wine again. History has the habit of repeating itself.
You swore to never fall in love with Carmen Berzatto and you didnâtâŚnot until recently. He used to leave immediately once youâre both done. Lately, heâs been staying over. He talks to you about everything. He stays over and wakes you up with coffee and some Michelin Star quality pancakes or French toast. He watches you take your first bite before he takes his, likes to watch your reaction and likes hearing your praise.
You were too lost in your reviere to notice Carmen walking to you, all fresh and clean. He lays a hand on your shoulder and kisses your neck.
âWhat are you thinking about?â he asks, voice deep and sultry.Â
âYou,â you replied, reaching up to massage his curls.Â
âGood,â he says, removing himself from you and sitting on the opposite side of the couch. âNeeded you todayâŚbut I want to talk first beforeâŚbeforeâŚâ
âThatâs fine with me,â you replied, inching closer to him. âWhatâs wrong?â He puts his hand on your knee, squeezing it lightly. Since when was he so comfortable around you?
âIâŚI justâŚÂ Mikey,â The name lingers heavy in the air. Anytime Carmen feels the crushing weight of the pressure, he says Mikey. Whenever he feels inadequate, not enough, never enoughâhe says Mikey.
âHeâll be proud of you, Carm,â you said, smiling at him. âLike everyone else is.â
âIâm sorry for not inviting you to the openingâŚClaire was-was there andâŚâ
âI understand,â You put your hand over his to reassure him that everythingâs okay. âI understand.â
âYou wouldnât have seen me,â he chuckled. âI was locked inside the walk-in the whole time and well, everything was great. What if Iâm not needed?â
Is it too late for me to love you?Â
âCarmâŚâ you trailed off, trying to find the words. âOf course, youâre needed. The Bear wouldnât be The Bear without you, you know? Your family must be so proud of you because I know that-that I am. Iâm so proud of you and I-I need you so much,â you told him. âI need you, Carmen. More than you could ever know.â
Is it too late for me to love you?Â
Maybe it was the words that you said, maybe it was the long forgotten show on the T.V., maybe it was because the T.V. screen illuminated your face in a way that was so, so beautiful. Maybe it was just him.
âLetâs go to bed,â he rasps, taking your hand and dragging you to the bedroom. Once he closes the door behind him, Carmy presses you against it, taking your chin and kissing you. It was slow and needy; this kiss was needy. You trail your hand underneath the white shirt that hugged his figure. You caress his sides up and down; softly; slowly and Carmen releases a whimper into your mouth. I need you. I need you. I need you.Â
âBaby,â he whispers, pulling away from you to remove his shirt. âBaby, baby, baby.â
âI need you, Carmen,â you muster the courage to kiss his neck now, sucking and nipping right under his collarbone. He lets you do it, he lets you mark him like you own him. He tugs on the roots of your hair lightly. You lick the purple bruise, nipping it again just so it could last one more week. Carmen was sighing above you, letting you take him like he wanted to be taken. His hands itch, slipping right under the waistband of your panties to cup your heated cunt. âCarmy,â
âI know, baby. Letâs get you to bed, hm?â he asks, pushing you slightly. âLay down for me. I missed you so much. Let me show you,â
You obey his commands, opening your legs widely like he likes. He crawls until his face is right in front and removes your underwear, tossing it to the side. Heâll take care of that later.
âYouâre so wet,â he groans, when he lets his index finger trail along your slit. You buckle in need; silently begging him to do more. âSo, fucking wet,â he repeats, parting your folds until he sees your glistening cunt.Â
âCarmâŚâ you whine. He spits on your clit and you whimper.Â
âLet me taste you, hm?â you heard him say, his wandering fingers rubbing all sorts of shapes on your folds. You could only nod and he takes that, licking a bold stripe. You press your cunt against his tongue and he just takes it. He licks a few more stripes before sucking your clit softly.Â
âCarmy,â you moan. Your hands trail down underneath your shirt, thumbs softly flicking your sensitive nipples. Carmy could just come at the sight of you playing with them but he holds back, sucking your clit harsher before plunging his thick middle finger inside you. âOh, fuck,âÂ
He pumps the finger slowlyâŚin, out, in, out while he licks your sensitive bud.Â
âFuck, Carmy,â you whimper. âFuck me,â
âLater,â was his nonchalant reply; enjoying the sweet nectar that dripped from your sloppy pussy. It was better than any dessert heâs ever had before. If it was um to him, heâd have his head buried in between your legs, eating you out forever. You buckle again, pinching your nipples hard and tugging them.Â
âCarmâŚâ
âI know, I know,â he says, sucking your clit harshly for one last time before crawling on top of you. âTaste,â he orders. You obliged, opening your mouth and putting on a show with the way you licked your juices off of his finger. âFuck,â he groans. He palms himself through his boxers while you sucked on his finger. You released it with one last suck before putting your hand on top of Carmyâs to feel his hardening cock underneath. You push his hand away while you squeeze his member lightly. Just enough for him to rut his hips against your hand. Just enough for him to toss his boxers to the side.
You tried to sit up to see him pump a few strokes, moaning your name while he did. He gets off the bed, looking at the way your body moved while you breathed.Â
âBeautiful,â he whispers to himself before dragging your body to the end of the bed. He pries your legs open and puts one of them over his shoulder. He liked it like this, it fills you up in ways you cannot describe. âNeed you to play with your tits while I fuck you, hm?â
He taps his cock against your pussy.
âCan you hear how wet you are?â he asked, sliding his cock in between your folds. You could feel the protruding vein run along your nub and you moan, massaging your breasts to show him your obedience. âFuck,â
âCarmyâŚâ you whimpered. âPlease.â
He hums, grabbing his member and teasing your wet entrance with his pink tip. âYouâre soâŚâ
With no warning, Carmy plunges deep into you and you both groan. You were waiting for this. Heâs been wanting this the whole day. He stays there for a few seconds before he thrusts in and out of you slowly.Â
âFuck,âÂ
The slopping noises inside your room reverberated in your walls and for a few moments, the sounds of your groans and skin slapping against skin heightens your arousal. Carmy thumbs your clit and he feels your walls clench around him.
âDonât do that, petal,â he rasps, sweat dripping on his forehead. âIâll cum fast if you do.â
âSorry,â you choked out. He only grunts as he adjusts his pace. He was faster now and you could hear he ragged breathing. âCarmy, I need you.â
âY-you need me,â he repeats to himself. âYou need me.â
âI do,â you told him, moaning when he plunges his cock deep inside you. âNeed you, need you,âÂ
âOh, fuck,â he groans. âTell me that you need me. Tell me,â
âI need you, Carmy,â you whine. âI need you to cum inside me,âÂ
Carmyâs eyes widened. Youâve never let him do that before. He always had to pull out or use a condom.Â
âWant me to fill you up?â he asks, his voice strained. âIâll fill you âoh, fuck,âÂ
âYes, please,â you sobbed, breath hitching at the feeling of his cock twitch inside of you. âFuck, Carmy.â
Sex has never felt this good.Â
You could feel the breaking point come nearer and he does too. His movements were sloppier, his breathing even more ragged that it was. Your walls were clenching around him but that seemed to arouse him even more.Â
âFuck, fuck,â he grunted. âIâll fill you up, hm?âÂ
âYes, please, Carmy,â you whine. He could only nod, doing his best to keep his orgasm at bay. He wanted to prolong this feeling; this emotion but he couldnât. âFuck, Carmy, Iâm cumming, Iâm cumming. Carmâoh!â
He follows soon after, moaning your name as he shoots ropes of cum inside your pussy. He could feel your walls clench around him and he thrusts in slowly, to ride both of your orgasms away.Â
âYou-you liked that?â he asked. He doesnât pull out. Instead he takes your other leg and hangs in on his shoulder. âWe have to make sure that not a drop goes to waste.â
You nodded and felt his hands caress your legs slowly. He slowly lays your legs back down on the bed and crawls on top of you, kissing your torso, neck, and your chest while he did.Â
âStay there,â he ordered and you nodded in assent. You just let him cum inside you. He walks over to the carafe on your bedside, filling the glass with water and then, taking a hand towel from your cabinet. He pours a little bit of the liquid onto the towel. You sit up when he wordlessly gives you the glass of water. He watches you finish it and kisses your head when you gave him the glass back. He sets it on the floor carefully before opening your legs so he could clean you up.
âNo,â you shook your head and he stops, alert because you told him no. âIâmâŚIâm still sensitive,â
âOkay, petal,â he nods, taking the glass and the towel away. He picks up the tossed articles of clothing puts it in the laundry basket. He was quiet when he takes a fresh set of pyjamas and underwear from your wardrobe. âRaise your arms,â he says and you do. He puts a new shirt on you. âLay down.â You followed him. He puts a new pair of panties on you. âThank you,â
You were so tired now but you were still so aware of Carmyâs actions. He stands up from the bed to wear new clothes and sits down on the bed. He carefully places your head on his lap and plays with your hair.
âThank you,â he says, bowing down to kiss your forehead. âWhy donât you sleep for me, hm?â
âWill you be here when I wake up?â
âWaffles or pancakes?â
âWaffles with whipped cream.â
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Why wonât you let me love you?
There were times when youâd fight with Carmen. A disagreement over something so, so, so small. This time, it was big. It was the opening of your gallery and he promised to be there. It was a big nightâmultiple art collectors and mongers from all over America came to see your latest pieces. They were all inspired by the food you grew up eating in Chicago; a collection of how culture, identities, and personalities affect eating. Your paintings were in vibrant colorsâcup ramen with cheese, cannoli, food that you grew up eating whenever your mom was away. There were small details on the significance of the new collection to your life and he wasnât there. You were on the stage, telling everyone how grateful you were to the audience but you were preoccupied, looking for a familiar mop of curls in the crowd. He didnât come. He didnât go.Â
You smiled at them half-heartedly before leaving the stage, ready to be whisked away by some art dealer. You were whisked away by multiple guests, asking you for more details on the painting. You all told them everything they needed to know, what they should do if theyâd like to make a purchaseâŚ
It would have been alright if he texted youâŚbut he promised heâd be there. He promised heâd take you home. He promised.
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Carmy was sitting alone in his apartment. He left The Bear earlier than usual and went straight home. He did it all, shower, put a nice suit, and fix his hair. He did it all, he even ran to the nearest florist to buy you flowers but he didnât go.Â
Isnât this what lovers do?Â
He wasnât your lover. He couldnât let himself be distracted again. He had to focus; he couldnât fail the people that relied on him. He looked at the bag of groceries he got from the store; he was supposed to cook you something special tonight. Have you eaten yet? Fuck the suit that he paid for dry cleaning; fuck the flowers; fuck him. It must have hurt youâhe knows that. Tonight was a big night and you were so excited to show him a painting that youâve been working on.Â
âI wonât sell it,â you told him. âIâll have it shipped to you first thing in the morning.â
Would you still send it to him?
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By the end of the night, you were exhausted. Happy, but exhausted. It was normal; talking to everyone and being scintillating the whole night was work but it was worth it. Your paintings all had their new owners, except for the painting that you promised to Carmy. Would he still want it? You were alone in the studio, wrapping the 4 by 3 foot canvas with the best quality glassine. You were giving this to him tomorrow. If he doesn't want to have it, youâll probably just donate it somewhere else.Â
You laid awake in your bed all night long, waiting for his text. It was funny, just last week he was begging you to tell him that you needed him but when you needed him most, he wasnât there.Â
You arrive at The Bear just before it opens, the big canvas tucked under your arm. He was sure to be there and had always told you to use the back door if you werenât dining. You always obliged, of course, opening the backdoor to reveal everyone. Youâve met Sydney and Richie before but you havenât met the others yet. You were an alien in an unknown world; Carmyâs employees looking at you, as if wondering who this girl was.Â
âHey,â Sydney greeted, looking at the glassine covered thing that you were carrying. âDidnât know you were coming in today. Congratulations on your exhbit,â
âYeah, Congrats. Whatâs that, sweetheart?â Richie asked.Â
âOh,â you just nodded. Carmy couldnât even look at you. âI just came here to give this toâŚuh, Carmy,â you cleared your throat. âCarmâŚ?â
âUh, yeah-yeah,â he stuttered. âCan we go to the office?âÂ
âSure.â
You followed him into the office while Richie tells everyone to go back to what they were doing. Your heart was hammering inside your chest, afraid that this was going to be another one of those petty fights that youâve had with him.Â
You were wrong. So, so wrong.Â
âYou didnât come last night,â you told him, shielding yourself from him with the painting. âIâŚI waited.â
âSorry,â was his laconic reply. You nodded, chuckling.Â
âThatâs all?â you asked. âJustâŚsorry? No explanation, no nothing?â you asked. âI was looking for you the whole night, Carm. You promised you were coming,â
âI donât know what-what you want me to say,â he says, looking everywhere but at you. âI-I-Iâm sorry, okay? I had other plans.â
âYou promised months ago that you were coming,â you repeated. âI called Sydney last night because you werenât answering and she told me that you left early.â
âYouâre spying on me now?â he asks, suddenly defensive. âI had things to do that night. I canât-canât just put everything on hold for-for you.â He spits his words like venom, voice getting louder with every word.
You frowned, not recognizing who the boy was in front of you. Itâs not like you asked him to put his life on hold. Your heart was beating so fast in anger, ears ringing.Â
âI see. So you just need me around and you-you just I donât know, call me because you need to get your dick wet?â you asked, matching his volume. âYou just need me around when no one else is there to fuck you? Is that it?â you asked. âWhat the fuck?âÂ
Carmy blinks, tries to think of the words heâs about to say but he couldnât stop himself. He could never seem to stop himself.Â
âYouâre the only one desperate enough to do so,â he shrugs. It breaks your heart in pieces, really. The nights Carmen spent nuzzling his head in your shoulder before you slept probably meant nothing to him. Your face falls, contorting in hurt at what he just said. Fuck Carmen Berzatto. Fuck him. âIâm not your fucking boyfriend. I donât know why you expect me to just-just-just do something!â
âMaybe I wanted you there as my friend!â you shouted over. Your voices could be heard from outside but everyone else pretended like they werenât listening to anything that you both were saying. You were shouting over each other now, the fuse just breaks. âIf you didnât have any fucking plans to actually go, then donât give me your good for nothing fucking promises!â
âI donât need a girl leeching on me when Iâm opening a fucking restaurant. Do you want me to put everything on you just because you asked me to? Iâm not your fucking boyfriend. You know that right? And maybe-maybe I donât want to be your fucking friend either!â
âWhy would I want you to be my boyfriend, Carmy? Youâre-youâre fucking unreliable! You have issues that need fixing. You think Claire could fix that? You think I could fix that? You think the girls you get wrapped around your fucking finger can fix your fucked up fucking head? Huh? Is that what you think? Youâre so fucking miserable you make everyone around you miserable! Grow up!â Heâs hurt. Thatâs what you thought of him? That he was miserable? Did he make you miserable?
âI donât need to go to your fucking art exhibition when theyâre all fucking shit.â
You closed your mouth before you could protest. The pain of his words felt like a slap on the face. If he regretted it, he didnât show it. You turned away, nodding.Â
âFuck you, Carmen. Donât fucking call me. Donât fucking knock on my door. DonâtâŚdonât fucking think of me. Iâm fucking done with you,â
âYeah? Youâre done with me, huh? Fuck you,â he spits back. He heard the waver in your voice; heard how you tried to steady everything. He wanted to say sorry but you were already leaving. Richie and Sydney couldnât even ask you what happened because you were rushing out, throwing the painting you worked hard on for days at the back. Fuck Carmen Berzatto. Fuck him.Â
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âFuck!â his chefs could hear from outside the office. Everyone heard the vile things you both screamed at each other; everyone heard why you were so angry. Everyone fucking heard. Nobody dared to move, they didnât want to be on the receiving end of Carmyâs anger; not when The Bear was about to open. Continuous loud bangs and sounds of some object being thrown were heard too. Sugar sighed.Â
âCarm?â she called from the door. âItâs almost opening,â
âI-I-I know, Sug.â he replied, blinking. âUh, can-can you guys go ahead? Iâll be there, I just-just need to you know, calm down?â
âOkay, Bear,â she smiles, tapping the door frame before leaving Carmen in his own thoughts. He gets out of the restaurant through the back door, about to light a cigarette, when he sees the canvas wrapped with glassine.Â
âFuck,â was the only thing he could mutter before taking it and sitting where the staff usually stayed at when they wanted a break. He lights up a stick and lets it hang loose on his lips while he opens your gift with shaky hands. He was so immersed in the experience, gently removing the tape and making sure that nothing was ruined that he didnât notice Sydney.Â
The glassine reveals a painting of a plate of cannolis. He remembered that he told you the story about cannolis during Christmas and how he wanted to recreate thatâtake it for himself. He traces over the precise brushstrokes shakily.Â
âThatâs a good painting,â Sydney spoke, her hands behind her back. âWould be a waste to just throw it out.â
âI know,â Carmy nods. âIâm sorry you had to uh, hear all of that.â
âItâsâŚsomething,â Sydney replied, making Carmy chuckle.Â
âI alwaysâŚalways seem to uh, fuck up everything,â he muttered. âI was on the way there, you know? Last night?â
âYeah. You were so excited,â
âI was,â he coughed. âBut I didnât go becauseâŚâ Words died down in his mouth. Why didnât he go? âIâve said some things and she-she doesnât want me to call her anymore and I-I understand but like, I donât know, Syd.â
Donât know why I could never seem to just let myself enjoy things. I donât belong anywhere else but in the fucking kitchen. Itâs the only thing I was good at.
âI didnât really want to to, uh, fuck this up.â
-
I want to talk to you.
Come to my apartment after your shift. Or whenever.
Carmen feels his palms sweat when he reads texts you sent him days ago. He decided to go today, finallyâhe was never good at confronting things; always so explosive, so defensive. He didnât know what heâd feel like today. He knocks on your door and hears the shuffling from the other side. He just got out of The Bear; he was tired but he forced himself to go. He had to go.Â
âHey,â you smiled tightly when you opened the door. âCome in.â
He nods, wordlessly entering your apartment like how henused to. Bag and shoes on the side. Somehow, this made him more nervous than usual. This was a prelude to something else entirely; he believed that.
âHow are you? he asked, voice small and looking down.Â
âIâmâŚgood,â you replied, looking away. âYou?â
âBusy,â he replied. The air felt heavy and his palms were sweating. âIâmâŚIâm sorry for not being there when I promised you that I would,â
âWhy werenât you there, Carm?â you asked and he could hear the sadness in your voice. He knew that your exhibit meant a lot to you. âYouâŚyou told me you will and well, you wereâŚthe-the person I want to be there the most.â
âI didnât know that. Iâm- Iâm sorry,â he shrugged. âBut why? I mean, I-I donât know art. I like my shit but I-Iâm not cool or understandââ
âBecause I like you, Carmy.â you told him, looking at him now and trying to go nearer. He stepped back and you stopped your tracks.
âYouâwhat?â he asked, shaking his head furiously; like your confession offended him. âYouâŚlike me.â
âI do,â you nodded. âButâŚit doesnât matter.â
âFuck. How many times do we have to go back to this very same place for you to understand?â he asked, running a hand through his hair. He told you before that he didnât want to date. You told him you understood. You told him he was being egotistic when he told you not to get attached. He wanted to leave. He didnât expect this to happenâhe didnât want this to happen. âI donâtâI donâtââ
âCarmy,â you cautioned him, trying to ease your beating heart. âCan you listen to me? I-I-I like you, okay and Iâve been thinking about it too. Iâmâyouâre always staying behind after sex and well, I just maybe thought that you liked me too.â You replied, swallowing his rejection for now.
âI donât,â he snaps, tone sharp. âWeâll both be miserable in a relationship. Iâll never make-make you happy. Youâre right, you know? Iâm unreliable and-and-and issues that I need to fixâŚand Iâm not the one youâre looking for,â
âIâm sorry for saying that. It wasnât my place to do so,â was your meek reply. How does he feel so far away when he feels so, so, so close?
âNo, uh,â Carmen blinks, shaking his head. âItâs fine. I-I-I needed to hear those things, you know? Iâm sorry tooâŚfor everything.â
âThank you.â
âThatâs it then?â he asked. He was distressed. How could he fuck this up after telling Sydney that he didnât want to fuck things up with you? âIâŚI had fun,â You were the only one who kept me afloat when everything else turned to shit. I missed you when we stopped talking. I should have fought harder. What else could I have done?
âFun,â you chuckled bitterly. âFunâŚthatâs the only thing youâre going to say to me?â
Carmy frowned.Â
âWhat else did you want me to say?â
âI donât know, Carmy!â you exclaimed, pacing back and forth but never towards him. âGod! Tell me that Iâm important to you. Tell me that Iâll still be your friendâŚtell me that youâthat youâthat I mean more than a fuck!â
Silence. Carmy couldnât find the words to tell you what you truly meant to himâŚthat he wanted what you wanted too but he was too scared to fuck it all up again like he did with Claire.
You nodded, looking away. You breathed in deeply, as if trying to relieve yourself of the hurt. Thatâs all youâve ever meant to him.Â
âYou lead me along and itâs fine. I know that itâs my fault for wanting other things but at leastâŚat least tell me that Iâll still be your friend; that I still matter to you even if I dug myself a hole by feeling things. Tell me that you still need me to put everything on hold for you because Iâve been waiting you to call me all dayâŚâ
âI donât want you to do that. I donât want you putting your life on hold for me,â he rasps. âI donâtâŚâ
âBut what if I wanted to?â you asked, face slightly contorted because you didnât want to be so vulnerable in front of him. Not when he hasnât told you what you wanted yet. Carmy was just looking at you, tapping his foot on the floor. It was a nervous habit that he developed. Fuck, he needed a cigarette.
âCan you, uh, leave?â you asked, voice low. âIâŚâÂ
âNo, no, no,â he begs, rushing towards you. He grabs a hold of your elbows to remind you that he was there. Would it mean anything? Would his touch convey all of the words he wanted to say?Â
âCarmâŚâ your voice breaks. âCarmâŚâ
âNo, no. Youâre not just that to me,â he reassures âBut you have to understand that-that I canât love you like that.â
âCarmen, pleaseâŚâ you beg, tears brimming in your eyes. âPleaseâŚjust, just leave,â
Youâve never asked him to leave before but it seemed like it was what you really wantedâlike it was what you really needed. He nods, kissing your head softly before detaching himself from you.Â
âIâm sorry,â Carmy said. âFor-for not saying the right, uh, things.â
âYeah,â you nod, hiding yourself from him. He hated that you had to do that when youâve cried on his shoulders multiple times. He never liked seeing you cry; he just didnât know that one day, heâll be on the receiving end of your sadness. He watches you rub your forehead, biting your lip to stop yourself from crying. If you started crying, would he stay?
-
Itâs been months since Carmy left. Heâs been in his best form in the kitchen. He was making things easier for his staff; he was working twenty four hours a day. Going to The Bear early to help with prep; staying late to help them clean after a long shift of cooking and cooking and kitchen tours. Heâs been getting acclaimâmore acclaim, really. There was a waiting list on his restaurant and positive reviews from left and right flooded in. The Bear was dubbed as âThe Restaurant of the Yearâ in Chicago despite being less than a year old.Â
Heâs been doing goodâperfect.Â
It was like he was a hamster in a fucking wheel with no other way to escape. He likes putting himself in gear, like driving fast because it makes him believe that nothing really hurts him. He didnât like being at home; it reminded him too much of you. It reminded him of when youâd lean on the kitchen counter, a small smile on your lips while you watched him cook you something. He didnât like sitting on the couch because it reminded him of when he slept with his head on your lap. He didnât like it in his bedroom because heâs reminded of that night when you pulled him closer in your sleep. He didnât like The Bear because the painting that you gave him hung so proudly by the dining area. It was marvellousâthey said. How was he able to get a painting that you did when your art was so valuable and in demand?Â
He was moving so fast so you wouldnât cross his mind but it seemed like no matter what he did, he'd end up thinking about you anyway.Â
It didnât matter, how come a fall like that made him feel like flying? Maybe heâs waiting for it to hit him but he was feeling alright.Â
He was alright.Â
âChef!â Sydney called, looking at Carmen who was chopping the vegetables like a madman. âCarmen!â
âFuck, what, Sydney?!â he asked, slamming his knife on the counter.Â
âYouâre bleeding,â Marcus told him and Carmen looked down, blood was all over the chopping board. âYouâve been bleeding for a few seconds nowâŚweâve all been calling your name, Chef.âÂ
âFuck, I-I-IâmâŚâ Carmen was a blubbering mess, just watching his hand bleed like it didnât matter. âIâm-Iâm,â
âTake a break, Carm,â Sydney says but her partner just shakes his head. âCarmââ
âSydney, donâtâdonât make me take a fucking break, please.â
âYouâll need to clean up and make sure thereâs no more blood,â Sydney told him. âIâm not fucking around,â
âYeah,â he nods, putting his fist over his heart and drawing circles. Sydney nods and Carmy fixes his station.Â
He couldnât stop shaking, though. Even Tina saw how his hand trembled. What the fuck?
âCarmen,âÂ
âYeahâŚjustâŚjust give me a second, please.â he nods, picking his knife again and doing everything perfectly. Like clockwork. Heâs back. Heâs back. Heâs fine. Iâm fine. Iâm fine. Iâm alright.Â
PART 2
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