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Duskwood
PAST 2 A.M.: Richy Roger x fem!reader

Summary: "Can you please talk to me til I fall asleep? I don't want to be like, alone alone you know."
Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.
So... Moonvale didn't really catch me - not like Duskwood did the very first time I played it. I decided to replay Duskwood once again and thought: why not give the characters some appreciation on Tumblr as well?
I hope you'll enjoy it :)
Warnings: SPOILERS! (please finish the game before reading), swearing
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Hey!
I can see that you're awake too.
Richy looked at the screen of his phone and frowned. Of course he was awake! All those things about the Man Without a Face were keeping him up at night, not being able to fall asleep.
His mind was going and going, the cogs in his brain turning.
But what could she want? It was late, way past 2 a.m.. At the very least she should be asleep.
Haha, you got me!
I can't really fall asleep now.
Yeah. I get it.
There's just too much on my mind right now.
Well, it wasn't surprising.
She was pulled into this mess and until a few days ago she had no idea whatsoever who they were. She was also empathetic - he liked that about her a lot. And because of that she felt useless - she was far away, unable to help.
You and me both.
But are you okay?
Dumb question, but still... he wanted to know.
He liked her. Liked her a lot.
And although it was absolutely neccessary to mess with her too, to try and keep her away, he sometimes - everytime - felt bad about doing so.
I don't know. Maybe?
Not really?
I'm worried about Jessy.
Richy swallowed, glad that they were only texting. Otherwise he would've been caught red handed.
He had to do that too. But it wasn't anything serious. He didn't want to hurt Jessy. He made sure she was okay.
I know. I am worried too. But Jessy's strong. She'll pull herself through this.
And then we can all go and kick that Man's ass.
Richy chuckled. A hint of nervousness was in his voice.
Well said.
So...
So what?
You sure you're not in love with her?
With Jessy I mean.
Richy grinned, blush painting his cheeks red.
No, of course not.
Jessy was a great friend and a nice girl, although sometimes a way too distracted employee, but still-- she was just a friend.
The question made him smile, suddenly all his worries forgotten. It was cute - the uncertainity.
Sometimes he wondered if she had someone else too.
Umm...
Yeah. I'm pretty sure.
Like very sure.
Alright then.
So...
What about you?
What about me?
Are you in love? With anyone I mean.
Richy looked at the three dots and small pencil in the left corner. He'll know. He'll know the answer soon.
No. I'm not.
Single life's great, isn't it?
Richy laughed.
Yeah it is.
Her being free of any romantic emotion for anyone gave him hope. Maybe... Maybe if he cleans this mess up, he'll have a chance.
So... I kinda wanted to ask for a favor.
Richy raised one of his eyebrows.
A favor? Past 2 a.m.? What kind?
Sure. What can I do for you?
Can I call you?
Richy felt his heartbeat quicken, his pulse jumping up and down.
Call him?
Is everything okay?
Yeah, I just...
Can you please talk to me til I fall asleep?
I don't want to be like, alone alone you know.
Richy looked at the screen in disbelief.
She trusted him that much. She liked him that much.
For a while he didn't know what to type.
Are you still here?
Shit...
Yes. Sorry I'm here. I just don't even know what to say...
Why me?
The three dots with the pencil appeared again - then disappeared. It happened once again, and then her answer finally appeared on the screen.
I like you.
I mean a lot.
It's okay if you don't want to I just don't want to be completely alone right now.
Texting is just fine too.
The messages had appeared quickly, one after the other. She must've been nervous. It wouldn't have been surprising - this call would be more... personal. More of a personal need than anything else.
Instead of answering, Richy simply just called her.
And she picked up - after swallowing down a tiny heart attack.
"Hi..." she whispered, her voice hoarse and tired.
It must've sounded hoarse. She knew she cried a lot after what had happened to Jessy, and she haven't really found her voice since then.
"Hi." Richy didn't sound nervous or stressed at all - tired, maybe. Tired a whole lot. "Is everything okay?"
"Better now." she smiled although she knew he couldn't see it. "I just needed someone to get my mind off things."
"I'm happy to help." she could hear the smile in his voice.
"Thank you, Richy. Really..." she pulled the covers up, hiding her whole body from the cold room. Even though the room was still dark and cold, it wasn't that lonely anymore.
"No problem." silence wanted to settle in, but Richy stopped it just in time. "So... this club of ours isn't too fun when we can't sleep at night, huh?"
She chuckled. She hoped he heard it.
"No, definitely not. But at the very least we are in the same boat."
"Well said."
She closed her eyes for a second, then opened them again. The world seemed to finally slow down, her mind got quieter - she felt the sleepiness in her eyes.
"Tell me something. Something fun. Like when you told me about the dare-house." she asked and then got quiet as she waited for an answer.
"Well, there was this one time when Dan got a job at the florist'..." Richy began and she let out a chuckle.
"Jessy already mentioned this one." she confessed.
"Did she tell you what we did after we found out?" he asked.
She could clearly hear that he was surpressing a laugh.
"Not really..."
"We decided to order this very big bouquet, full of roses and everything. We made him write 'To my bestest friends' with a heart on it. He didn't know we were the ones who ordered it of course, so when all of us turned up there for it he was really surprised."
She giggled.
"Poor guy. Was he mad?"
"Upset is a better word for it." he laughed too.
"Upset?"
"Well he might've thrown us out of there..."
She turned to rest on her back as she giggled, imagining the whole scene play out. All of them standing there - the whole group including Hannah too...
Hannah.
They have to find Hannah. They have to make the culprit pay. Especially after what he did to Jessy.
Richy was suddenly saying her name. He must've noticed how quiet she became.
"Sorry, I just... got distracted."
"The bad kind?"
She sighed.
How does he always know?
"The bad kind." she explained. "Just... take care of yourselves, okay? Especially you and Jessy, now that she was attacked and you were marked."
"We'll look out for ourselves, don't worry."
His voice was strange. She could hear something in it. Something what wasn't like him at all. There was no joy in it, no joke in it. It was completely serious - the very bad kind of serious.
But before she had a chance to question it, Richy spoke up again.
"But you have to look out for yourself too. Jessy would want that, wouldn't she?"
Damn, he knew how to get her to do what was good for everyone.
"She'd want me to have a good night's sleep." she agreed. "But she'd want the same for you as well."
It was quiet for a while again.
Then ignoring the serious topics they began to talk about, Richy continued to talk about different things that had happened to them, long before Hannah disappeared.
He told her how Cleo messed up her pyramid cake once so almost everyone in the group got food poisoning... How Richy accidentally scratched a client's car... How Hannah once poured a whole bottle of beer onto someone at the Aurora... How Thomas once got so drunk that he forgot Hannah was his girlfriend and started to cry when she told him she wasn't single... Or how Jessy once made them have a horror movie marathon, even though Lilly wasn't the biggest fan of it.
She sometimes laughed or smiled.
And after a while she got too tired to answer.
Some time ago her eyes closed and she fell asleep, completely oblivious to the fact that Richy finished his last story and chose to not say anything else. He continued to listen to her breathing, waiting patiently.
Then after some time, after he was sure she was asleep - that she won't wake up anytime soon, he said:
"I'm so sorry, MC. But I have to finish this now."
His voice was full of guilt.
He felt guilty.
He felt every ounce of hope disappear.
He won't have a chance to make everything better.
Then the call ended...
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nothing in the world belongs to me |carmen berzatto x reader|



prompt: still new in your relationship, you show up to the bear for dinner unexpectedly, surprising carmen and the others.
based off this prompt from the other day :)
contains: fluff lol. really, it's just fluff. established-ish relationship (the others don't know). carmen being a little nervous and possessive but mainly cute <3 language.
âAlright, listen up,â Richie stood next to Sydney, flicking through the piles of tickets that were ringing through by the second. It was normal now, an expected task in their routine. âWe need to walk the focaccia to table seven, please.âÂ
âYes, Chef!â A chorus of nearly robotic voices rose from the sizzling hiss of the lamb searing in Carmenâs pan, lifting the spatula to tip the meat over, before giving it back to the chef on the line.Â
âAnd for table nine, weâve got a shellfish allergy, alright? So letâs triple check the cross contamination on that. T, can you handle that one?â Richie moved from his leather bound book of notes back to the ticket.Â
âYes, Chef!â Tina chimed, pulling a freshly washed pan, filling it with the veal stock.Â
âTable nine, is that- thatâs the senator?â Carmen turned to Richie, tasting the roux bubbling on Victoriaâs station, giving her a curt nod of approval.Â
âNo, thatâs table eleven.â Richie hummed, looking back at his notebook. âNine, is⌠a birthday. Booked online.â Carmen had already begun to drone him out, mind racing with a million other things as Richie listed the guests name. Until he got to one.Â
The name Carmen was sure he was hallucinating. The name no one knew- How would they know? How could they possibly know your name?Â
You and Carmen had been seeing each other for a little while. A few weeks that were slowly turning into months. A casual thing that was slowly turning more serious. Dates and meetups are becoming more frequent. Youâd even invited him over to your place a few times, heâd spent the night last week.Â
Still, Carmen hadnât managed to tell anyone. Selfishly, he liked that you were all his for now. Privacy was not guaranteed in the Berzatto house, in Carmenâs life still. He knew they meant well, they always did- he knew it wasnât purposeful, the intrusion that almost always led to a demise. Carmen wasnât ready for it, not yet, he still wanted you all to himself.Â
âCarmen?â Sydneyâs voice pulled him out of his panicked trance. âChef, are you- are you good?â Her voice lilted with that familiar suspicious quip, the one always accompanied with her lifted brows.Â
âWhat?â Carmen blinked, hands buzzing, heart thumping. He could see the window, Richieâs frame blocking most of it. âSorry, yeah- yeah, Iâm good, Chef.âÂ
Sydney watched him carefully, a slow nod before she continued calling out orders. Carmen could feel Richieâs eyes on him, narrowed with curiosity. Carmen tried to be nonchalant, crossing the kitchen back towards Tina, his eyes cutting carefully, looking out the window.Â
There you were.Â
Sitting pretty at the middle table, surrounded by friends, some Carmen recognized from your Instagram. Heâd actually logged in to the app, looked you up after the first date, consumed every photo of yours in the dark of his room. Cheeks burning with excited heat, stomach fluttering in a way he hadnât felt since junior high.Â
âAlright, walk five salads to nine.â Sydney called out. âWhereâs our runners? God, Richie, can you run-âÂ
â-I got it.â Carmen called, the urgency in his tone making Tina jump behind him. Carmen took the tray before Gary could, his hands shaking as he lifted it.Â
âCousin, I can get it.â Richie frowned.Â
âNo, I-I got it.â Carmen nodded, swallowing down his fluttering nerves. His eyes cut to your table through the window, heart skipping when he saw you. âI got it. Iâll be- Iâll just be a second.âÂ
âI donât- I canât even handle that one right now.â Sydney sighed in exasperation. âAlright, Chefs. Letâs get back on track.â She announced, shaking her head. Richie frowned, pulling out his phone.Â
Sugarâs cell buzzed against the hostess stand, excusing herself to check it.Â
From: RichieÂ
âLook at table nine.âÂ
Sugar huffed.Â
To: RichieÂ
âWhy? Is there something wrong?âÂ
She stepped back, casually turning to scan the room, eyes landing on the table. A small group of girls, younger, and amongst them- Carmen?Â
To: RichieÂ
âIs something wrong with the food? Do I need to comp it?âÂ
From: RichieÂ
âNo. Cousin wanted to go out there.âÂ
Sugar frowned, angling her body behind the large plant near the front as casually as she could. She watched through the leaves as Carmen passed out the salads, each girl grinning widely, but their eyes always cut to one on the end.Â
Carmen saved your salad for last, hoping the lowlights of the restaurant would hide his boyish blush, setting the bowl in front of you carefully. âHey,âÂ
âHi,â You smiled sheepishly, looking to meet his gaze. âEverything looks so good.âÂ
âYeah? Thanks.â Carmen nodded. âI-I didnât know you were cominâ tonight.âÂ
âIâm sorry.â You cringed softly, embarrassed heat flooding through your veins. You knew better, knew you shouldnât have done this- showed up at his restaurant unannounced.Â
âI, uh, itâs my friendâs birthday.â You nodded towards Alicia at the end of the table. âAnd I was telling them about that pasta you made me, and they really wanted to come try it.â Your nerves bubbled, rambling in nervous peals that seemed to pour out before you could stop them. Â
âYeah, no, thatâs really nice. Thank you.â Carmen nodded, giving a half smile to your friends, hoping they didnât see the way he wiped his clammy hands on his apron. âWhy didnât- Why didnât you just call me? Tell me you were cominâ in.âÂ
âI didnât want to bother you.â You muttered softly. âI honestly didnât think youâd even see us here, I swear. I didnât mean to bother you or anything-âÂ
â-Youâre not bothering me.â Carmenâs voice dropped to a coo, accompanied with a soft smile that had your head spinning. âNever a bother, but, uh, next time? Bother me, ok? Wanna make sure you get the best seat in the house.âÂ
Your cheeks flushed with heat, your friends excited giggles only intensifying the rushing heat blanketing over your body. Carmenâs own cheeks heated, tongue rolling on the inside of his cheek to hide his grin.Â
âAlright?â Carmen added, and in a complete act of shocking boldness, his hand squeezed your shoulder affectionately. A small gesture on the outside, but for Carmen, it was huge.Â
âAlright.â You grinned, leaning into his touch, your hands sliding over his.Â
âHowâs everything so far?â Carmen turned to the table, nodding at the excited gushes of compliments, not missing the way your friends cut their eyes to you with animated glee.Â
âJust let me know if you need anything, ok?â Carmen turned to you.
âI will.â You nodded, starry eyed with love sick affection.Â
âGood. Iâll see you before you leave, alright?â Carmen muttered, ducking down towards you. His lips brushed over your cheek, your perfume clouding his senses. âYouâre not botherinâ me. âM glad youâre here.âÂ
Your cheek pressed to his, a gentle, affectionate rub before Carmen parted. Both of your features painted with shy delight.Â
Carmen could feel everyoneâs eyes, through flickering gazes and lifted brows. Sydneyâs gaze lingering over him skeptically, still counting tickets. Fakâs wide grin from the corner, loading trays to take out.Â
âHey, uh, Marcus.â Carmen ignored Richieâs raised brows, a teasing, questioning remark on the tip of his tongue.Â
âYes, Chef?â Marcus muttered, looking up from the cannolis he was garnishing.Â
âTable nine has a birthday. I was thinkinâ maybe the chocolate ganache, punch it with the little circle to make it look like a cake. Add a candle?â Carmen muttered, hand rubbing across his face.Â
âYeah, Chef, I can do that.â Marcus nodded.Â
âThank you.â Carmen nodded. âAnd Chef? Let me know when itâs ready before you walk it.âÂ
Marcus frowned. âNo, itâs not- I just wanna walk it, ok?â Carmen shook his head.Â
âAlright.â Marcus nodded slowly. âHeard, Chef.âÂ
Richie smirked, leaning against the stainless steel table. âSo,â Richie hummed. âThere a complaint or somethinâ? Need me to go talk to âem-âÂ
â-No,â Carmen snapped, the possessiveness in his tone startling the both of them. âSorry, itâs- No, I-I donât need you to do that, Chef. Everythingâs good.âÂ
Richie nodded slowly, passing the dishes to Gary with a nod. âYou gonna tell me what that was about?âÂ
âNo, Chef.â Carmen clipped, an edge to his tone that was teetering on annoyed. âBut, uh, thereâs not gonna be a check on table nine.âÂ
âWhat?â Richie frowned. âDid you mess somethinâ up? Seriously, Cousin, if something's wrong itâs my job to know-âÂ
â-No, itâs not-.â Carmen huffed, eyes pinching closed, running a hand over his face in frustration. âLook, thatâs⌠The girl on the end? I-Iâve been kinda seeinâ her, ya know?â He muttered.Â
Richie gawked, blinking in disbelief. âNo shit.â He grinned. âNo shit? You-Youâre serious?â He turned to look out the window.Â
âDonât fuckinâ look.â Carmen hissed. âLook, it-itâs not a big deal, alright? Just donât-donât say anything o-or do anything.âÂ
Richie swallowed back a teasing remark, a reactive reaction from years of being with Mikey. How the two of them used to tease Carmen endlessly, until they were fighting on the front lawn, Mikey howling with laughter while Carmen was red faced with mortified anger.Â
This time, Richie held back. He wasnât sure why, call it divine intervention, a gut feeling maybe, but it felt different this time.Â
âAlright.â Richie nodded slowly. âNo ticket for nine. Heard.âÂ
Carmenâs foot tapped anxiously. âI mean, right? Th-Thatâs what I should do right?â Carmen looked over his shoulder out the window. âThat would be shitty to give her a check? Be a complete jagoff move to charge her?âÂ
âYeah,â Richie scoffed lightly. âJagoff of the fuckinâ year. Makinâ your girl pay to come to your place.âÂ
Carmenâs heart swelled at the term- your girl. His girl. You were his girl.Â
âWalk four Pappardelle to nine. Walk one Pappardelle vegetarian style to nine.â Sydney called.Â
Carmen dipped the spoon in the glaze, garnishing the plate before sliding it towards Sydney. âSo, you gonna take these out?â He muttered.Â
âNo,â Carmen huffed. âGonna wait until the cake.âÂ
âYeah, good idea, Cousin.â Richie nodded with a proud smile. âThat when youâre gonna tell them no check tonight?âÂ
âNo,â Carmen shook his head. âI donât- It would feel weird cominâ from me.â He looked up at Richie. âI was gonna let you do it.âÂ
âYeah, I can handle that.â Richie smirked. âAnd I wonât say anything, Cousin.â He stopped Carmen before he could say it. âI got you, Cousin. I wonât fuck it up, alright?âÂ
Carmen nodded slowly, a strangled thank you on the tip of his tongue. The door swung open behind Richie, and for a second, Carmen caught a glimpse of you. Smiling and laughing, leaned in over the table, no doubt giggling with your friends about him. Carmenâs heart squeezed, but this time, without fear. No, there was no dooming fear that you were mocking him, making fun of him. This time, he felt the content rush of adrenaline filled love. A change in his routine, yes. Unexpected, sure, but he was glad for it. Glad that you were there- here, with him.
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something new | luca x reader
i was awoken from a dream last night
contents: requested size kink so luca is hung!! basically pwp, slight somnophilia if you squint, unprotected sex, spanking, lots of pet names from Luca, reader receiving fingering, dirty talk, semi-submissive reader vibes, pulling out for backshots but some cum play still whoops
a/n: used a photo of will bc it fit the vibe so well đ can we, as a fandom, decide a last name for this man!! only semi proof read i fear pls ignore any mistakes. also no pronouns or real reader description used.
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the climax right before morning's first light
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Your body feels heavy as itâs pulled from a deep sleep.Â
Thereâs warm lips on your shoulder placing soft kisses along your skin, a hand kneading at your ass while you wake up. You hum into the quiet room while burying your face into the pillow desperately not ready to wake up. âSâeverything okay?âÂ
Lucaâs chuckling against you, sliding his calloused hand up the back of your thigh while you stay lying on your stomach. He looks down at the sight of you illuminated in the moonlight from his apartment window, soaking in every inch. His hand cups under the bottom of your behind, giving it a little jiggle for his own entertainment.Â
âAllâs fine, my love. Didnât mean to wake you so early.â
You turn your head towards the nightstand and it takes a few blinks for your eyes to finally focus on the dim clock. 3:30 AM. Early enough for him to get up to shower, make tea, and leave out a small note of affection on the counter for when you wake up at a much more reasonable time. He typically doesnât wake you, opting to shimmy out of the bed but not this morning.Â
Thereâs lips on your neck now. âWas dreaming about you and had to make sure you were real.â His hand is sliding in between your thighs now, pulling them apart. Inches away from where youâre starting to crave him. Youâre whining in the pillow now while arching your hips up towards his touch. Heâs grinning against your skin and rocking himself towards your side. Lucaâs hard and heavy against you. âGonna go take care of this in the bathroom. Just needed a little touch of you before I go.âÂ
Youâre shaking your head now, trying to unpin your arm thatâs trapped between the two of you so you can find the waistband of his sweats slung low on his waist. âNo, no. Donât go.â The elastic is tight against your fingers as you slip your hand into his pants, fingertips brushing along his growing length which rewards you with a moan from your boyfriend. His hand gently slaps down on the flesh of your ass before he starts to pull away. You murmur out protests as you stretch your arms out straight ahead of you, fingers curling around the edge of the bed. Thereâs a rush of cold air as he pulls the blanket from your frame and tosses it to the empty side of the bed.Â
Heâs grabbing a pillow next and tapping his fingers against your side, grinning as you take the hint and lift your hips for him. âJust lay there, Darling. Let me take care of you.â Luca makes sure youâre comfortable. Taking his time to fluff the pillow just right. Running his wide hands down your back while still lazily waking up. The bed creaks under the two of you as he moves to kneel between your spread legs. He admires your stretched out form. The curve of your ass propped up and his for the taking. Youâre wearing an oversized cliche t-shirt from the last trip you took together and this old pair of underwear with a half worn off print. Not the sexiest outfit to ever grace this bedroom to say the least and yet Luca doesnât mind in the slightest.Â
His thumbs slide along the seam of your underwear thatâs stretched across your cheeks, warm hands sliding up your backside to your lower back to gently work on your relaxed body. He leans forward to reach up towards your shoulders, the length of him sliding against your ass and eliciting a moan from you. Lucaâs taking advantage of this position to rut himself against you, the feeling of your soft body under him working him up even more than he thought was possible.Â
âAlways so good for me, arenât you?â Youâre nodding against the pillow, turning your head to the side to press a kiss against the hands that are now on your shoulders. âOnly yours, Luca.â Heâs groaning above you and thereâs warm, open mouth kisses being pressed along your spine now.Â
Thereâs a shuffling coming from behind you as Luca makes quick work of kicking his sweatpants off. You feel the warmth of his skin directly on the inside of your thighs now as he sits back up. Heâs crooking fingers in the waistband of your underwear and finally, finally pulling them down your thighs and leaving you exposed to him. Theyâre stuck right above your knees - Both Luca kneeling between your legs and how far spread open you are making it impossible for them to go any lower. âAre you passionate about these?â
You barely shake your head no, because again theyâre old and worn and you find it endearing he even asked, before the sound of them being ripped off of you fills the room causing you to gasp out. Luca haphazardly tosses them towards the trash can in the corner and gets to work pulling his own boxes down. Youâre needy. Wiggling your hips through the air in slow movements to entice him. As if he needed anymore motivation. You follow his guidance and haphazardly make work taking off your shirt, balling it up and throwing it on his now empty side of the bed.
Since Lucaâs doing all the work you allow yourself to stay, essentially, half asleep. Your eyes are still heavy and hooded and your body lax against the bed. Heâs delivering one more small smack to the roundest part of your ass before his fingers find their way between your thighs. Normally heâd take more time teasing you, building you up. As much as he yearns to spend the whole day tangled in you, he does have to get to work soon. For now heâs going to be quick but he plans on taking his time with you again tonight.Â
Thereâs fingers sliding up either side of your folds, a slow languid motion to get you used to his touch before his middle fingers slips in. Youâre slackjaw against the pillow, letting out a stream of breathy whimpers you canât control. Luca knows you. Knows every inch of you. So heâs using that knowledge to get you ready for him. His pointer finger slides into you while his thumb finds your clit at the same time. Youâre wet, the scissoring and dragging motions Lucaâs making causing a slick sound to come from between your thighs.Â
âLuca, please.â He grins down at your backside, enjoying the view of his fingers working deep inside of you. âAlways so greedy, arenât you?â You respond by rocking your hips back against his hand and clenching down against his fingers which causes him to chuckle. âAlright, alright.â His hand slides out of you and smacks down against the back of your thigh. Your left behind wetness from his fingers attracts the cold air and causes goosebumps to rise.Â
You secretly like when Luca spends a little less time stretching you out then he probably should. The way your boyfriend stretches you out as he first pushes in you has become a piece of heaven. There are nights he spends as long as youâll allow eating you out and fingering you, toying with your pussy for his own enjoyment. Leaving his chin wet with you and a darken spot on the sheets until he fucks through how sloppy heâs turned you.Â
Not tonight. Youâre wet, yes. But you know thereâs going to be a heavenly burning feeling coming your way. The amount of care your boyfriend puts into you making you comfortable enough to open yourself in that way. Knowing heâd stop the second you asked if needed.Â
The head of his cock sits heavy against your entrance and you feel yourself desperately clenching around nothing. Heâs pulling you from your train of thought and your body is buzzing in anticipation. The slap of the tip of him against your clit causes your body to jerk which prompts Luca to use his free hand to grip your hip, holding you in place. âBe good, yeah? Let me get us off before I gotta go. Canât have you wet all day waiting for me to come back home to take care of you.â Luca lines himself up with your hole, sliding just the tip of himself in which pulls a moan from both of you.Â
âBaby, please.â Pride swells in Lucaâs chest as you start to beg. If he hadnât been gripping your hips then you would have rolled them back to take more of his length in you. Instead he goes slow, allowing you to adjust to his girth inch by inch. Even after dating for this long, you still werenât used to him yet.Â
Thereâs a bit of drool coming from the corner of your still parted lips as Luca works his length in. Your boyfriend was well endowed to say the least. A good length, something you could still take to the back of your throat but not so long you couldnât sink all the way down it. But his girth? That was unmatched. Thick, heavy, and all yours.Â
âFeel so amazing, Darling. Was dreaming about this pussy spreading around me.â Luca jerks another inch in without warning, a squelching sound coming from you as the movement causes some wetness to drip out. You canât form a thought when heâs got you like this. Your body is still relaxed against the bed as Luca stretches you out.Â
It takes a moment for him to bottom out and all your mind can focus on is just how deep he feels inside of you. The sensation causes your breath to catch, pathetically letting out whatever whimper you can muster and allowing him to use you to his heartâs content. Luca gives your hip a little squeeze as a warning heâs going to start moving, giving you a second to accept whatâs to come before the first roll of his hips hits.Â
Youâre a mess. Groggy still, already becoming cock drunk. Itâs easy to do with him. âSâfull, Luc. So, so full.â Even with his brows knitted in concentration as he tries not to instantly cum at the sight of your pussy stretched around him, heâs proud to get you this way.Â
But God does the sight of you already have him close.Â
Stretched out around him, filled to the max you could be. You look so beautiful like that. Luca fucks through all the wetness you give him, hips building a steady rhythm easily. His eyes flash over towards the clock and something about the pressure of a time constraint is making him a bit more feral than he expected.Â
His pace quickens and youâre back to being reduced to a drooling mess under him. Moaning out an incoherent string of pleas, praise, and curses. You couldnât repeat whatâs coming from your mouth even if you tried. His heavy balls slap against your clit which each thrust and Lucaâs grabbing your hips with both hands now to get a better grip on you. Fingertips digging in enough that bruises will be left as he starts to fuck into with a firm pace.Â
âSuch a perfect fuckinâ pussy. So wet for me, arenât you? Youâre gonna be sore all day now but you donât care. Every stepâs gonna remind you how good I fuck you.âÂ
Your head is spinning.Â
You allow yourself to be fucked by Luca, hands gripping the edge of the bed as you desperately clutch anything within reach to keep yourself grounded. Heâs⌠Brutal. Fucking you for his own pleasure in a way. He needed to get off and get off quick before work - But arrogantly knew how good you were for him. Knew that him using you like this would get you off too.Â
One of his hands gripping your hip loses his grip and thereâs another smack being delivered to the fat of your ass. He groans at the sight of you bouncing, the red mark already blooming from his hand. The burning of being stretched out is fading away and being replaced by the pure pleasure of your boyfriend wrecking your body.Â
His hand is sliding up from your ass to press down on the small of your back, a comforting touch compared to the brutal pace of his hips. Long forgotten is the sleepy mask of morning, Luca just chasing after pleasure for the both of you now. You purposely flutter yourself around his length, trying to pull him closer as well.Â
âCan you come for me, Darling? You can do that, canât you? Wanna feel this pretty little pussy finish before I do.â Youâre squeezing yourself tighter around him now, the soft pillowcase feeling rougher as your face continues to bounce against it. The room is getting hotter by the second around you two.Â
Something about the combination of circumstances has you getting close to finishing far faster than normal. You catch yourself biting down on the pillow as Luca drags his nails down the soft skin of your back, his hips not losing pace as the all too familiar sensation starts to coil up deep inside of you.Â
Youâre crying out at the sensation, pussy tightening around him as your orgasm rocks through your body. Toe curling, back arching, clit throbbing orgasm. You collapse even further into the bed, a mess of breathless whimpers as Luca continues to fuck through your sensitive body. God you sound lewd with how wet you ended up.Â
Lucaâs quick to follow after watching you come undone around him. Â
Heâs moaning out your name, giving a few more pumps through your wetness before quickly pulling out. Stroking his soaked length to keep the sensation and then you feel warmth splattering along your ass and back as he cums on you. Heâs breathless and whiney, teasing his own overstimulated cock behind you. Thumb swiping along his tip to collect the last droplets before wiping it in-between your folds and pressing it into you.Â
As much as he loved cumming in you, he wanted to make sure he had time to get you cleaned up before he had to leave but he still couldnât leave you without anything left inside of you.Â
Luca drags you to the bathroom after he gives you a moment to collect yourself. Normally heâd take his time with aftercare but sadly heâs lacking just that - time. You use the restroom while he draws the two of you a shower and take a good look at yourself in the mirror while he corrects the water temperature. Healing hickies low on your chest, your hair looking crazy from the combination of sleeping and being wrecked. Heâs got twenty minutes left before he runs out of time to make his breakfast but he refuses to leave you in a pile in the bed.Â
He makes quick work of washing off your over sensitive body, letting you stand there and run your fingers along his chest, his arms, whatever inch of skin you can reach. âYouâre so pretty.âÂ
Now after what just happened in the bedroom? Youâd think nothing would phase him.Â
But Lucaâs cheeks are going bright red at the compliment. He cups your face with his soapy hands, bringing you two together for a kiss as a silent thank you.Â
Luca gets you dried off and sends you back to bed with a pat on your ass. Heâs rushing to get ready for work while you lay down in a lump on the bed. Towel tight around your body and the covers long forgotten. It takes a few minutes for him to emerge from the bathroom clothed and hair gelled but he canât help laughing at the sight of you. You feel the towel being tugged away from your body, the previously discarded blanket being tucked around you and a kiss pressed to the top of your head.Â
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He leaves everything you need for your morning tea sitting on the counter before running out the door.
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You whimper softly as his cock springs free from his pants, it lightly grazes your sopping wet pussy as your legs dangle on either side of his lap. A deep chuckle vibrates your back as he sees your reaction âdonât be scared, sweetheart. Itâs not gonna hurt you.â He gently takes your arm and places it on his cock, your hand can barely fit around the girth as you grip it. you feel his veins pulsate against your palm as you slowly start to pump his length, he gently grabs a hold of your neck with his large hand, not squeezing your throat but his thumb slowly slides up and down the nape. âDonât be shy, use both hands. Show me how good you can be.â
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Hi!! Can you please write something about Carmen x reader where they have a secret relationship?? They both work at The Bear and maybe get caught doing something sexy by Richie (lol) and then the rest of the staff finds out. These type of fics always make me laughđ¤ Love your writing!!!đ¤đ¤đ¤
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To some, The Orginal Beef of Chicagoland was a run-down dingey sandwich shop that may or may not have sold coke out of the kitchen when COVID wrecked the city. To Richie, it was his home. He and Mikey had been friends for almost four decades, and The Beef was their baby. When it came to The Beef, there was a layer of sentiment to every part of it. Even with its quirks, it was part of Richie, and after Mikey was gone- it felt like the only connection he still had to him. Of course, that mother fucker left his legacy to shithead little brother. Richie loved Carmy; heâd known the kid since he was in diapers- and now he was trying to change the sandwich shop into some bougie millennial hot spot. Richie tried playing nice; he tried explaining to Carmy that The Beef was fine before he took over, but Carmy convinced himself and the rest of the staff that they could become something bigger, that greatness was within reach, and everyone was running with it.Â
âHe needs to get laidâŚâ Richie muttered under his breath as he brought bags of flour to the dry storage shelving by Marcusâs station. Marcus chuckled as heâd overheard the comment. Richie wiped his hands on the apron tightly tied around his waist, âWhatâs he even tryinâ do⌠Mike and I ran a tight ship.âÂ
Marcus shrugged, âI like Carmy⌠Heâs challenging me- I loved Mikey⌠he was a good guy, but what Carmy wants to do is in honor, ya know?â
Richie shook his head, âHeâs fuckinâ with my system.â Marcus waved him off and returned to the notebooks and cookbooks sprawled across the stainless steel counter by his mixer. Richie scowled as he walked to the dining room, muttering complaints about Carmy to himself. âYo, everyone! Meeting in the dining room!â Carmyâs voice echoed through the kitchen as Richie stood by the host stand, scrolling through his Tinder messages. Richie slipped his phone back into his back pocket as the kitchen doors swung open before leaning against the wall, watching as people entered the room.Â
âOkay- thank you, everyone for being flexible and understanding. Carmy and I both understand that changing an operating system can feel overwhelming, but yâall are doinâ great.. Carmy.â Syd monologued before turning the figurative mic over to Carmy. Richie turned his attention to him but quickly went to the front door of The Bear, where a mystery woman entered the dining room. Before Richie could say anything about them being closed, Carmy piped up.
âYouâre earlyâŚâ he grinned. The woman shrugged and put a small suitcase on the floor before approaching Carmy and Syd. Richie chuckled when he saw Carmy causally give her a side hug, his hand lingering on her hip slightly longer than it should, âThis is Y/N. Sheâs one of my friends from New York⌠here to help out Marcus.â Carmy pointed Marcus out to her.Â
âFresh meatâŚâ you commented as your eyes ran up and down Marcus, âYouâll be a baker by the end of the month.âÂ
Richie stood back and listened to you explain your background before the meeting ended. He noticed how Angel was looking at you and how Carmy was glaring a hole in the side of his head. He looked between you and Carmy; there was no way Carmy could get a girl like you. He chuckled to himself and waited for the meeting to end before going to the alley to have a smoke before dinner service.Â
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As the weeks passed, Richie noticed little things about you and Carmy. Nothing was explicitly sexual or romantic, but heâd known Carmy the kidâs entire life, and he knew how Carmy behaved when he was around a girl he had a crush on. He saw it when Carmy was in middle school when he always brought extra peanut butter pretzels for one of the girls in his English class. Then again, in high school, when heâd become even quieter when Claire and her friends were hanging out next door. Carmy wasnât a kid anymore, but Richie noticed the little things he was doing for you, the subtle touches, making sure your water bottle was never empty, the way heâd watch over the baking lessons youâd give Marcus when he had downtime, but the moment that solidified Richieâs suspicion was the day Angel finally made his move.Â
Richie returned to the kitchen after taking a phone call in the alley. Neither you nor Angel noticed his presence as he stood behind one of the storage racks. Angel was initially subtle, asking if you were into some punk band Richie had never heard of. When you said youâd seen them live before, Richie noticed Angelâs face light up. Then he offered you an âextraâ ticket he had to their upcoming show; he noticed the shallow swallow you took before awkwardly telling him you âwere seeinâ someoneâ. Angelâs face fell, but he nodded and playfully punched your arm before walking away. You laughed and walked into the office, leaving Richie to theorize. He wasnât sure how long heâd been standing there when Syd joined him, startled by Richieâs prowling. âGod- you scared me⌠why are you standing behind the shelves?â she asked as she reached for a large stock pot.Â
Richie shrugged, âYou know if Carmyâs âfriendâ from New York is seeinâ anyone?âÂ
Syd thought for a second, âUh, I think⌠sheâs stayinâ with Carmy, so if she is seeing anyone, itâs not serious.â
âWait, sheâs staying with Carmy⌠in his studio apartment?âÂ
Syd nodded, not realizing what Richie was implying by his questioning. Richie rolled his eyes, âI fuckinâ knew itâŚâ
Richieâs suspicions only grew stronger as the week continued. Itâs not every day Carmy comes into work with an extra pep in his step and a faint hickey by the collar of his t-shirt. That afternoon, he finally decided to ask Carmy about your relationship. After finishing his necessary prep work, he hung out in the kitchen and waited for Carmy to head to the alley to smoke.Â
âYo.â Carmy greeted when he noticed Richie join him, leaning against the wall. Richie nodded and pulled a cigarette from the beat-up box in his pocket.Â
âSo⌠that girlâŚâ Richie started. Carmy looked at Richie with an eyebrow raised as Richie continued. âYou tappinâ that?â
Carmy scoffed before ashing out his cigarette, âFuck off Richie.â Richie grimaced and watched Carmy walk back into the restaurant.Â
âHeâs tappinâ thatâŚâ Richie scoffed as he turned his attention to his phone.
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âShit..â Richie grumbled as he stood at the register of the corner store by his apartment building, âYall do ApplePay?â the cashier looked at him with a bored, disheveled look before snarkily commenting about how they didnât accept bills over $20. Richie shook his head and left the pack of cigarettes and six-pack heâd been trying to buy on the counter before heading back to his car to look for his wallet. Richie realized his wallet wasn't there as he dug through his glove box and center console. âShitâŚâ he swore when he concluded he must have left it at work.
Richie moved to unlock the door to The Bearâs back kitchen door when he realized it was unlocked. âShitâŚâ he mumbled, assuming someone had broken in; heâd left his phone in the car and figured heâd just deal with all the drama tomorrow morning.Â
He expected to see pots and pans all over the counter and a broken safe in the office, but when Richie walked into the kitchen, his eyes went wide, and his jaw dropped. You were sat atop the middle station with your top pulled down, exposing a bright red bra. Carmy stood between your legs with his pants undone, one of your hands hidden beneath his boxers. Richie tried to speak, but the sound of Carmyâs throaty moans made his ability to speak vanish. Your head fell back as you loudly moaned, âLouder baby⌠let everyone know who you belong toâŚâ as the words left Carmyâs mouth, Richie felt his body retch.Â
âYou arenât alone!â Richie yelled. You yelped in surprise and pushed Carmy away from you before yanking your top up. Richie closed his eyes and let his head fall to the floor. He heard Carmy clear his throat and the sound of a zipper pulling up. The three of you existed in an awkward silence for what felt like hours before Richie broke the silence, âSo⌠you are tappinâ thatâŚâÂ
âShut the fuck up, Richard.â
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â・đŚšÂ°âË・â you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.



spencer agnew x f!reader
fluff <3 word count: 6354
summary: being best friends with spencer agnew was the greatest gift the universe ever gave you. you don't have anyone else in your life who keeps up with you like he does. which is why the flirty banter between you two is so fun, right? it's silly. it doesn't mean anything. right??
(basically the you wanna kiss me so bad x that's so gross get tf away from me freak bestie to lovers trope. or whatever. i don't know. love u.)
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âSpencer, ew!â You yelled from across the Board AF table. You were in the middle of a Moose Master shoot, and it had very quickly turned to chaos â as usual. Luckily, Moose Master shoot days meant a long, long lunch after wrap to recuperate the massive amount of energy you lost after screaming and laughing like a banshee for an hour.Â
âWhat, you don't think thatâs funny?â Spencer shot back. He was using his freshly-pulled Echo Master card on you, because of course he was. âI'm the one in charge here! You're my echo and you have to say baaaabe if I say it.â He dragged out the word, a whiny cadence, then crossed his arms in front of his chest. Cute, he was attempting to put his foot down.
âIâm not doing that, Spencer!â You crossed your arms right back. Two could play at this game.
Being best friends with Spencer Agnew was the greatest gift the universe ever gave you.
Courtney, Chanse, and Angela were just whipping their heads back and forth, following the banter from each side of the table.
âAlex!â Spencer called out, a last ditch effort.
Alex laughed from off-camera. âSorry, Y/N. He has the card, he makes the rule.â
âJudas!â You hissed.Â
Everyone was laughing at this point, and despite your bickering, you were over the moon. You loved your job, and all your friends.Â
âWhatâs wrong, babe?â He winked at you, and you pretended to gag.
âBabe, nothing is wrong,â You deadpanned. You didn't use the same inflection as Spencer, wondering if he would try to argue that that counted as a penalty.
âPenalty card! Pull a penalty card!â Spencerâs face was filled with childlike glee. Bastard, of course he would pull that shit. Although, you selfishly loved seeing his face light up like this. You loved seeing him happy.Â
âFor what?â Courtney asked, no malice in her voice â they were enjoying the show.
âNo answering questions!â Spencer yelled, thinking he pulled one over on you.
But really, Courtney pulled one over on him. âPenalty card, pull a penalty card, Spence!â You mocked him, rubbing it in his face.
âBro, you want to kiss me so bad right now,â Spencer made several kissy noises at you.
âDo we still have a yeet bucket available?â You begged, tipping your head back and rolling your eyes.
âDo we?â Spencer asked you, remembering the rule that got him yet another âbummer, this is your penalty card to keep!â card. It was first to seven, and he was at six. You, however, were at four.
The game went on and on, you echoing Spencerâs babe, incessantly. You finally missed one and took your penalty card, but you had lasted several rounds of play and were still proud of yourself. However, if this was a bummer card, you would lose.
You hold the penalty card face down, attempting to build suspense. âCan I have a drumroll?â
Spencer immediately began tapping his fingers on the table.
You squealed. âLucky day! Hmm, who shall I give this toâŚâ You held the card up to your face, tapping it against your chin as though in deep thought.
Everyone started shouting names. Courtney called for Spencer. Spencer called for Angela. Angela called for Chanse. Chanse called for Spencer, too.
You shot the card across the table to Spencer, and it hit him in the face. âOops! Sorry, Iâm a bad shot,â you shrugged, knowing he wouldnât actually care.
âI gave you a drumroll!â He yelped, incensed that you would do this to him, knowing he was one card away from being out.
âSorry, babe, it wasnât the right tempo.â
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You and Spencer decided on Homestate for lunch, sitting in your car in the Smoffice parking lot, bent every which way to be comfy and facing each other in the small car.
You loved having time alone with Spencer, and you refused to think deeper into why. You werenât that extroverted in your real life. It was easy to be extroverted on camera, especially when your best friends in the entire universe are there with you, making you double over in laughter, egging you on to take a joke further.
The past few times youâve been one-on-one with Spencer, you had gotten a bit nervous right beforehand. Youâve never, in all your years of friendship with Spencer, felt nervous before seeing him. And you were choosing to blame one Courtney Ruth Miller for this.
âSpencerâs thirst trap edits on TikTok,â Courtney giggled.
Shayne breaks into that high-pitched laughter that only Courtney brought out of him, and Amanda was laughing in either disbelief or agreement. Actually, it was probably both.
âNo, I donât save them,â Courtney clarified. âBut I sendâI send them to him.âÂ
âCheck this out, dude,â Shayne said in his frat bro voice.
âAnd also me, why donât I check it out again?â Courtney laughed again.
âAlso, where did I save that? HmmâŚâ Amanda added.
The room devolved into a fit of giggles.
Courtney left out a small part of the story. You were usually the one that sent the edits to her.
You wouldnât say that you had a crush on Spencer. Or that you even had feelings for him that weren't platonic. But sometimes, late in bed, scrolling on TikTok, your for you page would really be for you and put a thirst trap edit of your best friend on your feed. Sometimes, once you sent a video to Court, your algorithm would pick up on it and put a bunch of edits in a row. Youâd watch them all, sending half of them to Courtney, fawning over how pretty he was.
You didnât have feelings for Spencer, you just had eyes that worked. You knew he was beautiful, with his wild, curly hair, his glasses, his humor. Everything about him was attractive to you. He was extremely funny, never took a joke too far, and respected your boundaries. These were all desirable traits, normal things to find attractive in another person.
But, when you watched that Smosh Mouth episode, and dared to look at the comments, your stomach started burning.
The spencer thirst edits is so real, courtney
I also send my friends spencer thirst edits <3
Spencer thirst trap enjoyers rise up !!
You couldnât place the emotion that was rising inside you, swallowing you. You werenât dumb, you knew that other people saw those edits. You once saw one with over 20k likes, clearly Spencer being attractive wasnât a hot take. And it wasnât â he was objectively hot in looks alone, right? But knowing him personally, well, that only endeared you to him more.Â
Jealousy. You felt⌠jealous. You had pinpointed the emotion that was skyrocketing your body temperature, but you needed to pinpoint the reason now. Why do you feel jealous? What is there to be jealous of? Heâs not yours.Â
You had had a bit of an anxiety attack over it all when you woke up this morning. You let it all fade away once you got to the office, but sitting in your tiny car, cramped up next to Spencer⌠the confusion, the jealousy, it was all rearing its head once more.
âYou good, babe?â Spencer asked, followed by a large bite of quesadilla.
For some reason, the pet name â despite its frequency in conservation with Spencer â burned you just a little more.
You moved your food to the side, no longer hungry. âYeah, Spence. Iâm okay.â But your voice was tight, and you knew it gave you away. Spencer always knew.
âY/N, you know youâre a shit liar.â He tossed a crumpled up napkin at you, his way of encouraging you to open up.Â
You let out a laugh, weakly. âShut up.â
Spencer tapped your leg, prompting you to meet his eyes. âHey. Please? Let me help my best friend,â he said, and the platonic tone he used made you want to shrivel up and pass away. His best friend. That was all you were, all you would ever be. You thought you had made peace with this sentiment, years and years ago. You thought this was a thing you understood, a thing that was an unspoken agreement.Â
But maybe it wasnât. âI donât think I want to talk about it just yet. Let me process a bit more, and youâll be the first one to know.â You held out your right pinky, silently asking for a pinky swear.
Spencer smiled, a beautiful sight in the afternoon sun, and linked his pinky with yours. You both leaned in, kissing your respective thumbs to signify the pinky swear was official. It was something you had done for so many years at this point, that the motion was entirely subconscious.Â
You pulled away with more force than was necessary, but if Spencer noticed, he took mercy and he didnât question you. âLetâs talk about you!â You blurted out, desperately trying to redirect the conversation. âHow are the apps treating you?â You said âappsâ with a certain sense of disdain, meant to come off as a joke but coming out more truthful than you meant.
Youâre not sure why this was your best choice for âredirecting the conversationâ. Because whatever he was going to say wasnât going to be any easier to hear.
âOh, I deleted âem.âÂ
Eyes wide, you leaned forward again, your body constantly stuck in a gravitational pull towards him. âWhat? When? Why?â
âWho, what, when, where, why, and how?â He mocked you, and you made a big show of rolling your eyes.
âYouâre so dramatic, Y/N. I love it.â He said.Â
So, you did what you always did. âI might be dramatic but Iâm always right.â You loved your friendship with Spencer, because he was the only one that pushed you hard enough. You loved to volley insults back and forth, and to have someone keep up with you when youâre really in the groove. Here you were, starting up your game. A back and forth of barbs with frightening frequency, always on the same page. Spencer never had a problem keeping that insane pace with you. It almost seemed like you were the one running, and he was on a leisurely stroll right behind you, never struggling to keep up with you. Always right there.
âBest friend my ass, why didnât you tell me!â It was a rhetorical question, and you didnât need or want an answer to it. You were afraid of what his reasoning would be.Â
What if he met someone?
He didnât seem to pick up on your internal battle. âI donât know, we havenât really hung out lately.â His voice was suddenly a lot lower, an air of sadness in his tone. âI feel like this is the first time Iâve had you to myself in a month.âÂ
Your heart skipped a beat, just for a moment, at that. You decided to push your luck.
âHad me to yourself, eh?â You winked at him, âAnd you say that I want to kiss you so bad.â You leaned back again, letting the space between you and Spencer return to a normal, friendly, platonic amount.Â
To his credit, Spencer was usually the one that made the suggestive jokes. Then, you would shut him down immediately. You would call him disgusting, say he could only have you in his dreams, make a small dick joke, something. That was how the bit went. But you were surprised to see how dumbfounded he looked.
âSorry I stole your bit,â you exhaled, a bit breathless at the way he was looking at you. Like you were always surprising him, and that he loved it. Like he could maybe love you.
Your phoneâs alarm went off, signaling it was time to go back inside. You didnât have another shoot today, but Spencer had a livestream. Maybe youâd sit in, but youâd more than likely go for a walk to try and get rid of this negative, nervous, jealous energy.
Spencer groaned, and you laughed. âWhat?â
âI just wanted more time with you is all,â he started, measuring your reaction. When you raised an eyebrow, he pushed his luck. He leaned over the console, right up to your face. Your lips were merely an inch apart, a soft, warm kiss just a small distance away. You stayed silent, and you stayed still.Â
A beat.
He looked down at your lips.
Another beat.
âWanted to see how bothered I could get you,â he whispers, and as he speaks he loses his balance for a second. Your lips brush for the quickest moment. It wasnât a kiss, not really, just a slight touch. Lips to lips, but no pressure. No romance.Â
Somehow, you both managed to keep your faces straight.
Then, Spencer pulled away, agonizingly slow, tantalizingly slow. You didnât breathe for a moment. It felt like recess again, like you had just run around too hard for too long and now your little lungs couldnât fill up all the way.Â
You forced yourself to stay silent. He smiled again, a wickedly beautiful thing. Then he left you in your car, a raging fire fueled further with every one of his antics.
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After three full minutes of deep breathing exercises, you finally reentered the office. As soon as the door came to a close behind you, Alex came sprinting up to you, scaring you a little with their sense of urgency.
They came to a stop right in front of you, and after doubling over trying to catch his breath, he finally spoke. âAngela got sick after lunch,â Another quick breath, âcan you come do the livestream with Spencer in her place?âÂ
All that fucking nervous energy came flooding back in, thousandfold. Those deep breathing exercises were useless. All for naught.
Alex was desperate, and despite your current problem, you loved him. And Spencer. And Smosh. Fuck it.
âYeah, of course I can. Is there anything planned?â You said, following behind them when they rejoiced and started heading for the stage.
They laugh, which makes you laugh, only his was genuine and yours was nervous and obvious.
âOh, no, what?â You asked, another nervous chuckle coming out of you.
You had reached the door to the stage, and when you walked in you watched as Spencer rattled on about â you listened a bit closer â Family Guy? What the hell, sure. Alex probably told him to start the stream and keep it going while they grabbed someone to cover.
Youâd like to think you were Alexâs first choice. You knew that you and Spencer had incredible chemistry on camera, which was only because you had incredible chemistry for real. There was a not insignificant amount of the fanbase that shipped you two. Sometimes, if your TikTok FYP didnât serve you Spencer thirst traps, it served you edits of the two of you flirting. Compilation videos of moments you shared on camera would come up in your YouTube suggestions. And you watched them all. All the way to the end.
And that never really made much sense, now did it? Why watch these videos speculating on the romantic nature of the friendship you cherished so dearly? You wanted it to be just friendship. Thatâs what youâve wanted for nearly ten years now.
And now, all of the sudden, it really was starting to feel like âfriendsâ wasnât enough. Like you wanted more, and you wanted it bad.
Shit.
You walked over to the livestream setup, making a loud whooping noise to announce your arrival. âBig dick daddyâs back in town baby!â You said, for some fucking reason. While you were doing your breathing exercises in your car, you were also on Twitter. Clearly the brain rot was influencing you. Or it was the gas leak.
You went with that.
âWhoa, coming in hot, eh?â Spencer said, looking up at you while you fiddled with the headphones before sitting in the comfy little swivel chair next to him.
His eyes were full of love, but you knew that was just because you were saving his ass right now.
That was all. You couldnât indulge yourself in the possibility of it being more.Â
You just realized, as you nestled into the chair next to him, that you and Spencer hadnât done a solo stream together yet. You were in a few of the group livestreams together, when there were four or five cast members involved. But you had yet to do one this⌠intimate. You shuddered mentally at that word.
âIâm here with Mr. Spencer Agnew, sir, can you tell us what weâll be doing today?â You asked Spencer, holding your fist up like you had a microphone in. You leaned closer and shoved your hand in his face.
He laughed, and if you actually did have a mic in your hands, the audio would have peaked from the sheer sound of it. You didnât think your bit was that funny, but you appreciated his enthusiasm.
Spencer played into all your bits. You were always thankful for that. You were never made to feel like your joke was going to bomb. He put his mouth right up close to the âmicâ you were holding, and he wrapped his hand around yours like he was trying to steady the âmicrophoneâ himself. You threw your head back, giddy.
âWell, Mr. Big Dick Daddy, today we have a FNAF livestream! Super excited to be here, super excited that you are here, because I know how much you hate jumpscares.â
âAlex! You fuck!â You screamed in his general direction. That was why they had laughed when you asked them what was planned.
Spencer snickered, then added a dramatic gasp. âHey! I was the one who decided that we were playing FNAF, donât give them all the credit!â
âThe only thing Iâm going to give you credit for is giving me a heart murmur at such a young age, dickwad.â You crossed your arms in defiance, then bumped shoulders with Spencer to make sure he knew you were okay. âYou play, please?â You asked, timid, picking up the controller. âIâll watch. Please?â
Spencer couldnât deny you much. Heâd proven time and again that despite the way you both spoke to each other, your best friend had a soft spot for you. He gave you a reassuring smile, grabbing the controller from your hands. Just out of frame, one of his hands landed on your knee, a sign of safety, a hint of comfort. You instantly found yourself calming down, despite knowing you were about to get wrecked in the chat for your reactions to the jumpscares.
You looked over at chat for the first time since you sat down, and a blush started forming. The monitor displaying the chat was just off to your left side, and you were able to eye it surreptitiously.Â
fuck they are SO cute
shayne and courtney truthers turned to spencer and y/n truthers WAKE UP!! itâs our time!!
the way sheâs leaning into him goddddddddd ME AND WHO?
between the shourtney lore weâve been getting and now these two, iâm going to explode
they act just how me and my now wife acted before we made the leap from friends to lovers. i have faith !!
The last comment stood out to you the most. So much so, that you didnât realize you didn't answer Spencerâs question. The chat was flying, the comment you committed to memory long gone.
âSorry, I zoned out. That Homestate was so good, I think I need a nap now.â You decided to acknowledge it while still deflecting.Â
Spencer chuckled. He was swapping through the cameras in the game at warp speed, click, click, click. Click, click, click. You didnât know how he even processed what he was looking at, or for. âYou didnât even finish it, how are you this tired?âÂ
âIf I remember correctly, I was interrupted.â You shot a fiery look at him, pushing him. This was a livestream, nothing could just be cut out of it. He had to be careful. You wanted to see if he would be.
âYou want to kiss me soooooo bad, Y/N.â To anyone else, that retort was normal. Heâd said it to you on camera about a hundred times. Hell, he said it a few hours ago. But he was pushing back. Teetering dangerously on the line of caution.
You were trying to figure out if you should just push both of you over the edge, sending each other tumbling into madness. But you also wondered if you should pull him back by the sleeve of his stupid hoodie. âMaybe, maybe not,â was what you settled on.Â
Chat exploded again, you could see the feed rapidly updating in your periphery. For your own sanity, you decided not to actually try and read anything being said.
âOh, ew!â Spencer shouted. Your look of confusion, borderline a look of hurt, sends him spiraling and he hurries to explain. âYou always say something mean to me when I flirt with you, I figured Iâd return the favor this time.â He ended his declaration with a wink. Spencer wasnât being mean, he was giving you a dose of your own medicine.
Fuck the cliff, fuck any sort of ground youâve ever stood on. You were free falling, hurtling at record speed, mere moments away from going splat! all over the comically large bullseye painted below. It was the best adrenaline rush youâd ever experienced. All-encompassing, consuming, hungry.
âOhhhh,â you said, like you just got the joke. âOkay, letâs go again. Iâm ready this time!â
Spencer continued playing the game, focus never breaking because this was everyday for you. Neither of you had an on-camera persona when you were next to each other. It was just your friendship. The things you said off-camera, you said just as loud on-camera.
You watched as his thumbs flew around on the controller, flipping through the cameras, shutting the doors. No major jumpscares yet, but the knowledge that they would come was still in the back of your mind.
His hands were nice. Not too big, his fingers stopping not far above the tips of yours when you would hold your hands up to each otherâs. You were both big on physical affection, so that was often. They were extremely dextrous, watching him type on a mechanical keyboard felt near-religious. The way they sped around, key-to-key, no effort needed, no concentration, no looking at the keyboard.Â
He finally spoke again. âIâm waiting for you to do your line, babe.â
Spencer was on the brink of the danger zone. He didnât call you babe on camera that often, as though he wanted to keep that for just the two of you, as often as possible. When he did, it was either a whisper â low enough the editor would have to add in an on-screen caption â or in a mocking manner like todayâs Moose Master.
âShit, sorry. Okay.â You did a few speech and breathing exercises, rapidly moving from noise to noise, just to make him laugh. âIf I remember correctly, I was interrupted.â
âYou want to kiss me so bad, babe. You want to kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.â
Your head turned to him at Mach 1. Not necessarily because of his words, but because of how nonchalantly he spoke them. Like you didnât have at least 5,000 eyes on you right now. Like you werenât livestreaming, on the internet, for everyone and their fucking mother to see.
Like you werenât having your heart ripped out on a live feed.Â
The universe decided to throw you a bone, but it was unfortunately in the form of a jumpscare. It had you screeching, knees pulled up to your chest in your chair, both hands suddenly gripping Spencerâs hoodie. Your heart rate was through the roof, and anything you felt a minute ago was gone, replaced only with this new strain of adrenaline and a little bit of fear.
âFuck!â You yelled one last time, your string of expletives sure to get clipped and bleeped to death for TikTok. âSometimes I try to play this game and I remember that literal children can play this. This shit scares me at my big age, and my little cousins are telling me all about the fucking lore like itâs fun!â
âIt is fun!â Spencer cut in, defending Scott Cawthonâs honor. The game was still on the âgame overâ screen, and he was making no moves to jump back in. He wanted to make sure you were okay to continue, and you loved him more for it. He was so thoughtful, you wanted to throw up.
âNo, no, the game is fun, please donât attack me, chat!â You said through a fit of laughter. âI like the game, I promise. I can watch Spence play it, but I canât ever play it myself because I simply freak out at everything. Itâs embarrassing!â
âItâs cute.â Spencer restarted the night, since you had lightly tapped his knee to let him know you were okay to keep going. But now that he said that, you werenât as sure. He was going to be the death of you, and he was likely going to enjoy it. Sadist.
After a few small jumpscares, another big one came in the form of Foxy. You yelped, again, shutting your eyes and grabbing onto Spencerâs hoodie for the second time in less than twenty minutes. âI told you that you would give me an irregular heart beat, but I think you just want me to die on camera.âÂ
âHey,â Spencer said, voice soft and serious while not being too vulnerable. You were being watched after all. âDonât say that.â
You kissed his cheek, deciding that nothing fucking mattered anymore. So what, you were in love with your best friend. Itâs okay that he doesnât think of you that way, because at least heâs in your life. You might as well do some fan service. Have some fun.Â
âSorry, babe.â Your head found his shoulder, curled up into him. Far too intimate for a Five Nights at Freddyâs letâs play livestream, far too intimate for âfriendsâ. But Spencer just readjusted to wrap his arm around you, reuniting his hand with the controller once you wiggled around a little to get comfortable. It was a tight fit, but it wasnât a bad one. It was comfy. Youâd played video games like this with Spencer before, though usually you were in a dark living room, illuminated only by the TV screen as you watched him play Fortnite or Resident Evil or as you played Stardew co-op together. Never like this, cameras and microphones and viewers. But it felt nice, that he wanted to love you so loudly, despite you just being friends.
â・đŚšÂ°âË・â
Ian called you into a meeting room two minutes after the livestream ended. Both of you, actually.
âIan? Whatâs going on?â You asked, feeling panicked.
Ian sat down and let out a breath, contemplating his word choice. âOkay, so,â he paused, once again trying to figure out his wording. âSo, I just have to ask, because Iâm your boss, and because this is unfortunately a âbusinessâ ââ he added air quotes around the word âbusinessâ, which made you and Spencer chuckle, âAre the two of you in a relationship?â
You were genuinely too stunned to speak. You looked at Spencer, who was already looking at you. Because of course he was. Because of course Ianâs asking this question. Because why arenât you dating? Why have you been wasting all these years as âjust friendsâ when youâve both clearly been in love with each other this whole time? You finally broke the silence.
âNot that Iâm aware of?â It was a cop out, but you needed to talk to Spencer one-on-one. This wasnât a conversation to have in front of your boss. âYou?â
Spencer slowly shook his head before looking at Ian once more. âYeah, no, not as far as I know.â
Ian sighed. âAnd you would be one hundred percent honest if this changed?â
âYes, Dad. If me and Spencer decide to start making out, we will ask for your consent first. Sorry, Dad.â You said, trying to ease the tension in the room. It was making you claustrophobic.
Thankfully, Ian and Spencer laughed. âYeah, sorry Y/Nâs Dad. We promise to ask you first. Please make sure you do not have Slack alerts silenced at any time.â
After some laughs, Ian stood back up and wrapped you and Spencer in a hug. Once he pulled back, he whispered, âPlease tell me first so I can win the office bet.â And then, he was gone.
âOffice bet?â You asked, turning to Spencer in confusion.Â
He shrugged, âIâm not sure.â
âOkay. Well, can you come over tonight? I think I want to talk to you about that thing from earlier. I think Iâve processed enough.â You smiled at him, baiting him in.
âWell, I was supposed to hang with Alex tonight, but theyâll understand.â Spencer grabbed your hand, linking your fingers loosely. âIâll see you tonight, babe.âÂ
And then you were alone.
With a lot of thinking to do.
â・đŚšÂ°âË・â
You had agreed that Spencer would be at your place at 9pm. It was currently 8:45pm and you were on the verge of passing out from stress. Youâd been doing laps around your apartment for an hour, and youâd never been so happy to be on the bottom floor. You cannot imagine being someoneâs upstairâs neighbor right now.Â
You paced once more, repeating the cycle. Kitchen, living room, bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, living room, bedroom, bathroom, on and on forever. Luckily, Spencer was always a little early. He knocked on your door at 8:50pm.
You rushed over, but waited a second before opening the door. You didnât want to seem too eager. This likely was going to be an extremely emotional conversation. What if you came off desperate?
Once you had paused for what felt like a normal amount of time, you opened the door to Spencerâs beautiful smile. âHey, babe,â he greeted.
âHi.â
He nodded towards the entrance, âCan I⌠come in?â
Oh, right. You were still fully blocking the way. âOh, sorry, of course!â You laughed, stepping to the side. âEntrĂŠe!â You were acting like a fool, but you were nervous as hell. You deserved some slack.
As he entered, you could tell he showered before coming over. You could smell his body wash and his cologne. And it⌠excited you. You loved the way he smelled, which is why you were constantly stealing his hoodies.Â
You followed him through your kitchen and into your living room, sitting down next to him on the sofa. Instinctively, you curled right up to him. Though, as soon as you actually noticed this, you pulled back and put a bit of space between the two of you. You canât be cuddling him when youâre planning to have a heavy conversation about feelings.
Spencer cleared his throat, and you finally met his eyes. âIs everything okay?â He reached a hand out, and you graciously accepted it. You needed a little grounding right now.
Without your consent, tears started pouring out of you, but you did your best to get your words out. âYeah. Yeah, Spence, everything is okay,â you let out a laugh, and even though it sounded sad due to your state, it was a happy laugh. âEverything is great. I just, um, I just have a question. And it might be silly, but I want you to be honest.â You were thanking the universe that you got everything out without choking. Your tears were still falling, but luckily they were mostly silent.
âOf course, Y/N. Whatâs up? Youâre starting to scare me a bit.â His thumb was rubbing at your hand, a featherlight touch that was so comforting, you could start sobbing all over again.
âUm, Spencer, are we in love?â You were sheepish, admittedly. It was a strange question to ask, and you were terrified at what his answer could be. It seemed like any answer was going to hurt, whether it was a âyesâ or a ânoâ.
Spencer started blushing, and sputtered a bit before saying, âUh, are we in love? Like you and me?â
You couldnât help but laugh. âYouâre saying it like itâs impossible!â Even though that thought should hurt, a stab wound with the knife ripped out to make sure you keep bleeding, it didnât. Because it wasnât impossible, it was the reality, and you knew that.
âI-I mean, fuck, Y/N. Yeah, Iâm definitely in love with you. I just didnât know it was a mutual thing.â Spencer was getting teary-eyed now, and you just wanted to hold him.
So you did. You climbed into his lap, straddling him. Not in a sexual way, in a, I-need-to-be-close-to-you-right-now way. In a way that brought both of you comfort and peace. You hugged him as tight as you could. âIâm sorry, Spencer. Iâm sorry it took me so long to understand.â
Spencer was hugging you just as hard, and when he laughed you felt the vibrations blossom in your chest, too. What a beautiful thing, physical touch.Â
âItâs okay, babe. I was okay with waiting,â Spencer was softing running his hands through your hair now. âI knew I was going to have to wait â youâre fucking oblivious.â
You pulled back with a gasp, âHey!â
âBaby, itâs been nearly ten years. Iâve been flirting with you excessively and loudly in videos with millions of views for years.â Spencerâs eyes were shining again, and you let yourself get lost in them for a moment.Â
âI watch YouTube compilations of us flirting!â You blurted out, again, for some fucking reason. What the hell was going on with you today?Â
Spencerâs laugh was boisterous, and it shook both of you. You were laughing just as hard. âHey, I do, too. One time someone on Twitter caught me liking a fancam of us. Iâm secretly very happy likes are private now.âÂ
âWait, am I your girlfriend now?â
âDo you want to be my girlfriend now?â
You shook your head, âThat is not how youâre asking me out, Spencer Agnew.â
He laughed, âMy bad, let me start over. Y/N, baaaabe? Will you be my girlfriend? FInally? After ten agonizing years? Please?â
âOh, my god, Spencer, that one was bad, too!â Your laughs were slightly betraying you, however.
âBaby, please, be my girl. Please?â
You broke out in a feverish blush, and put your head on his shoulder. âYeah,â you laughed, âYeah, I will.â
Spencer pressed a soft kiss to your head. âSorry, what was that?â
You pulled back to look him in the eyes. You grabbed his chin with both of your hands so you could really drive your point home. âYes, Spencer. Iâll be your girl.â
âThank fucking god, can I kiss you now?â He was borderline panting now.
âAnytime, babe.â
And he did. He kissed you hard, and he kissed you soft. He was rough, and he was slow. He was everything, all at once, and it was dizzying and intoxicating in the best fucking way.
You werenât sure how long you both sat there kissing, but it was well into the morning. You woke up in the middle of night, legs tangled with Spencerâs. You had both fallen asleep on your couch, and you were sprawled out across Spencerâs sleeping body. He was snoring very faintly, which was fucking adorable.
You fumbled around in the low light for your phone, checking the time. It was 2:04am. You also had a message from Ian.
Iâll have the HR forms on your desk in the morning. Love you both <3
Damn him.
You woke Spencer up after you had gotten up to pee. After a few minutes of attempting to get him to stand up, you both migrated to the bedroom. Under the covers, you both cuddled up to each other instantly. He sleepily kissed your forehead and wished you a good night. It was the most peaceful sleep of your life.
â・đŚšÂ°âË・â
When your alarm went off a mere four hours later, you both were tempted to ignore it. Unfortunately, you both had extremely busy days to tend to. You showed Spencer Ianâs text, which he laughed at. âI hate him.â
You snorted, âSame.â Despite this, you shot him a text.
Iâll bring my favorite pen to sign them with. Weâll be a little late this morning. Busy night :)
âOh, donât tell Ian that, please.â Spencer laid back against the pillow with his arm over his eyes, always the drama queen.
Ianâs reply came in, Please respect my boundaries of not discussing my employeeâs sex lives. Love you both.
You laughed at his semi-contradiction. You wonât talk to your employees about personal shit but youâll tell them you love them. Okay, Dad.
You then sat your phone down, and cuddled back up with Spencer. Just for another quick moment. âFive more minutes of this? Then we can get ready.â
âYeah, Iâll steal something from cast wardrobe today. And Iâm sure one of my hoodies is in your car.â
You gaped at the accusation, âUgh! You donât know that.â
âY/N, I saw my grey Legacy hoodie in there yesterday.â He smiled at you, and you loved that he paid attention to you like this. You knew that that hoodie was in there. But it was in the backseat under a number of random items, because you were trying to conceal it. But he saw it anyway, because he sees you. And you were beyond thankful for that.
âYeah, yeah.â
You both laid in silence, just breathing each other in. This was nice. You could get used to this. You were excited to have this part of Spencer, this side of him thatâs just for you. The one thatâs extremely soft and caring, but still extremely hilarious. The side thatâs so understanding, so observant, so loving.Â
Maybe loving Spencer Agnew was the greatest gift the universe ever gave you.
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So I currently have food poisoning and I canât help but it think how mad Carmy would be if a restaurant gave his gf/wife food poisoning
Also Carmy come take care of me and make me soup plz đââď¸đŤ
Plus he would give the best snuggles đ
firstly, sending lots of love and recovery, i've never actually had fp lmao so a lot of time on webmd will be spent. get ur fluids in! secondly, carmen might have to go underground for setting the restaurant on fire. we love him for it
summary: You were hungry and had just finished work and you didn't think about inspecting the goddamn Michelin star restaurant, maybe you should have.
warnings; cursing, food poisoning, richie (he's a warning), hipsters, talks of future arsony, possessive carmen, cracked fic ngl,
divider by @firefly-graphics
i'm slipping back into the unsafe territory of wanting fictional characters. (and i don't care)
You could roll your eyes in annoyance if you weren't hunched over the ceramic bowl of the toilet heaving out the contents of your stomach while Carmen held you hair back.
The one time, the one goddamn time you decide to try a new place without Carmen's input, without his meticulous standards and in depth research behind every night out.
It wasn't like you hadn't tried to vet the new braised beef spot that opened up on west Avenue. In fact, you had heard all but stellar reviews from friends and family, meeting you with suprise hearing that Carmen hadn't taken you. You decided to bring home a small plate, their signature braised meat with plums, red onions and atrichocke hearts.
You had meant to share it with Carmen, and you were going to, but a botched catering order had him staying back another hour than what had been planned. And well..you say you tried to save some for Carmen, but despite its bacteria laced beef and vomit inducing sides it was pretty fuckin' good.
Was this God's wrath coming down upon you? Punishing you for your gluttony? Food poisoning did feel awfully close to perpetual hellfire.
The TV was blaring some indescriptive show, the kind with dramatic introductions and soap opera worthy screams. It helped fill the space of absence when Carmen worked long nights, and you felt quite comfortable wrapped up in a blanket with a full stomach and a warm sofa.
Your phone had pinged with the sound of Carmen's text, letting you know he was on the way when it started. At first you had written it off as mere indigestion, probably from shoveling the cursed meal into your mouth too quickly.
Then, around the time the show's main character had found out her boyfriend got her mother pregnant, the nausea set in. Swirling aches that felt like a whirlpool in your stomach had taken over, sloshing and swirling and never leaving. You couldn't mistake it, as you tried to swallow past a dry throat and the creeping sweats of a headache inducing fever began to ravage your body.
You hated sitting in discomfort, it wasn't as though you were afraid of vomiting no, you just could not bare to feel the way your stomach skipped and jumped with every wave of nausea that took over.
You thought of making yourself sick, but shook your head when the alarming disapproval of Carmen's voice loomed over.
"It's just gonna make it worse, you gotta sit with it till it passes"
Fuck him and his medical knowledge. What did he know?
You had ripped off the blanket that had once felt comforting, peeling of layers of clothing that stuck to your body like a second skin. You just felt hot, so hot, is anyone else feeling this heat? You try to move from the couch to reach your phone, but the sudden movement has nausea bubbling up your throat.
You fall to the ground in a heap, hand clasped around your mouth to stop the possibility of projectile vomiting on the rug you had just bought and shoot your hand up to reach for your phone.
You press Carmen's number, begging him to answer you in genuine crisis rather than when you were drunk with friends and missed him. You feel the urge to heave and crawl quickly to the bathroom, phone clasped in hand and suddenly desperately needed his medical knowledge.
Carmen phone rings from the behind the stack of documents in the office, and he hastily wipes his hands across his apron before trying to reach it before it rings out.
Guilt fills his stomach at the thought of you, he was meant to be home hours ago. The catering order needed a few extra hands to help, and once Carmen began he got lost in it, and now you had spent nearly the entire night alone.
"Fuck- Hey baby, I know I said I was comin' but I had to finish a couple things-" Carmen quickly responds as he swipes the call button.
The groan of pain that responds has Carmen freezing in the middle of the kitchen.
"Baby? What-, are you okay?" Carmen replies quickly, his voice going short as his mind turns every possible scenario that had you whining in pain over the receiver.
"Please come quickly, Carmen I think I might-" You gulp and make a retching sound "I think I got sick from that place I was telling you about" You plead out, breathing heavily into the speaker.
The guilt that had filled Carmen seems to morph into an anger that rushes up his chest as he shakes his head.
"The new place? The one with the fuckin' smoke meat? They did this?"
"Mhm" You mumble "I should've just listened to you" You groan out in sadness.
"Fucking idiots. How the fuck did they even? Okay, okay honey just gimme a second yeah?"
How did he let this happen? Carmen has half the mind to stop at the restaurant that more of a Instagram attraction that a respected place of business. You were so eager and excited t try it, Carmen had his own thoughts but would glue his mouth shut if it meant making you happy.
He'll make sure they get shut down, or at least black listed from Chicago as long as he's concerned. His hands shake with the eager want for the fight, to smash someones jaw for resorting you to a heap of tears and sick. He would, he knows he will, but at this moment he needed to take care of your first.
He mumbles out a rushed reply, phone between his shoulder and ear as he slips out of his work shoes and into his sneakers. He thinks for a moment to grab his things but immediately shut that thought out when he hears you groaning into the phone.
"Just stay on the phone okay? I'm coming now, I need to get you some things alright?"
You let out what you hope is a reply, hunched over the toilet.
Carmen rushes to the store fridge, grabbing containers of soup Tina had prepared for family as the Chicago winter was getting close.
"You alright kid?" Richie mumbles, walking into the kitchen entry way, scratching his stomach as he watched Carmen's erratic movements around the store.
"Fuckin-, she's sick. And I'm here chopping up tomatoes for fucking Guy while she was in pain for god knows how long-"
"Woah, Bugs sick? We talking COVID or.."
"I'm such a fucking idiot. No it's not COVID Rich, Jesus Christ. Some rookie new spot trying something outside of their abilities gave her food poisoning. Fuckin' hipsters"
"Oh that's bad. You know when I got food poisoning the one time I took Tiff to this romantic getaway. Had me projectile vomiting in the AirBnb bathroom. Couldn't even get a deposit back, had to pay some dumb ass cleaning fee-"
Carmen wipes a hand across his face shaking his head. He was already pent up, he might throw a pan at Richie if he doesn't stop talking.
"Richie, I don't have time for this, I need to get her some Sprite or"
Richie shuffles across to the cupboard near the back of the house, grabbing bottles of Gatorade and a pack of saltine crackers.
"How do you even have this stuff lying around"
"You're the one with the inhuman alcohol tolerance Carmy, someone of us actually have hangovers you freak" Richie retorts
"Yeah yeah, thanks. Fuck- I gotta" Carmen replies, to which Richie nods.
"Go. I'll wrap up anything here" Richie replies, understanding in his voice. You took precedence over pretty much everything in Carmen's life.
"And Carm?"
"Yeah?" Carmen calls out, slipping on his jacket as he turns to Richie
"Tell me when we're going to sort out those bearded wearing flannel ass wipes"
Carmen shakes his head with a smile, before nodding and pushing past the kitchen doors. The traffic lights better be green green fuckin' green tonight.
You were stripped to a singlet and sleeping shorts as you knelt over the toilet, blinking back exhausted tears at the state of you.
You suppose you have no one else to blame but yourself, but the indignation righteousness burns almost as bright as the acid reflux crawling up your throat.
You hear the faint opening and loud clang of the apartment door opening and closing and you sigh in relief as you hear the familiar footfalls of Carmen down the hall.
It had felt damn near torturous suffering without him, and as he calls out to you following the trail of loose clothing he spots your figure in the bathroom sprawled.
"Oh honey, I'm sorry" Carmen says
And it was as if your body needed to finally feel safe in Carmen's presence before you felt the nausea spill out of you and splash offensively into the toilet.
You feel Carmen crouch above you, dragging your hair that had gone loose from it's wrapped up do away from your face. Gently rubbing your back, his large hands softly dipping up and down your spine.
"That's it, 'atta girl. Let it all out" Carmen coo's softly
You purged the insides of your stomach into the toilet bowl, retching loudly with every heave as Carmen comforted you. After what seemed like hours, and the nausea had subsided Carmen carefully wrapped his arms up under your armpits picking you up of the floor.
"Slowly, yeah? You damn near emptied out you're entire water content" Carmen murmurs, flushing the toilet and helping you walk to the basin and wash out the taste of bile from your mouth.
"I probably look insane" You cry out, blinking back exhaustion from your eyes as Carmen shakes his head furiously.
"Never, my pretty girl. Need you to go easy okay? Gonna take you to bed and let you sleep through it. Can't have you collapsing on me" Carmen murmurs, wiping at the edge of your mouth, patting the sweat that stuck to your forehead.
You let Carmen carefully maneuver your body, one arm under your legs and the other supporting your back walking to the bedroom. Your wring dry and can barely keep your eyes open as Carmen placed you on the cool sheets you immediately moan at.
You hear the faint rustle of movement as Carmen brings in a paper bag. The clunk of bottles placed on the bedside table as you sing praise for the very short bit of relief you have before the next bout of nausea rolls in.
Carmen pads to the adjacent bathroom, the door opened so you can see the stream of light that illuminates him. Hes running a cloth under water, squeezing the excess and looking up to check on you every so often.
He looked so...domestic, like he hadn't come back from working at one of the most decorated restaurants in Chicago. Stripped of his shirt so he stood bare chested, golden curls pushed behind his ears, sweatpants hung low on his hips and the furrow of his eyebrows in concentration and worry.
Your eyes flutter shut as you thank the midnight sky for bringing him to you, for keeping him for you, this one good thing that was yours.
The skies answer by the sound of his voice listing off all the things you will not be doing in this stage of recovery. Sitting on the edge of the bed as he places the cool rag against your forehead, lips between teeth as he feels your temperature under his skin.
"Just bone broth, Gatorade and bread sticks for you, doll. And no, before you even think it, its not the garlic ones." Carmen tsks.
You were thinking it. He knew you too well, but when he kisses your eyelids and measures out careful tips of the Gatorade bottle, you don't mind it.
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Rich to me is always the friends to lovers (everybody sees it but you two) itâs him yelling âbehindâ at everyone but sliding behind you with a hand on your hip âbehind sweetheartâ itâs you walking into the group of boys smoking outside & u bypass everyone to grab a smoke straight from his lips âthanks babeâ itâs family having no empty chairs at the table so you sit on his lap while Syd & carm just stare. I think youâd bring my wish to life beautifully written. I need all the build up to the smut
can i just say that richie is definitely the type to be a jagoff to everyone, but never to you - everyone else knew how to work his last nerve, but you and your cutesy smile and bright eyes would make him all warm and fuzzy for sure
explicit sexual content ahead
it was no secret to anyone who worked at the restaurant (or had eyes) that you and richie had a âspecialâ kind of relationship. for starters, it wasnât common for a hotheaded man, like richie jerimovich, to be so touchy and lovey-dovey with anyone. i mean, not even his ex-wife got to see that side of him often, and they shared a child. however there was something about you that just made richie feel as though he needed to be around you, protect you, handle you tenderly.
maybe it was because you were younger than him - fuck if he knew, all richie knew in his heart of hearts was that he had it bad for you.
things between you two started off gradually, âgotta get past you, sweetheart,â the older man rasped, the warm and calloused palm of his hand gently cradling the small of your lower back as he made his way past you, his tall frame easily reaching over you to grab ahold of a pot from the top cabinet.
youâd simply nod wordlessly, keeping your eyes trained forward in an effort to conceal the blush that rose to your cheeks.
after weeks of comfortability that increased between the two of you, you decided youâd test the waters. youâd watched carefully as he made his way out of the back door that led behind the building of the beef. quickly scanning over the not-so-busy environment of the restaurant, you walked away from the cash register, towards the back exit of the beef.
âiâll be back in ten!â you called out, earning a mumble of approval from carmy and sydney who were entirely too engrossed in a conversation about expanding the menu.
the moment youâd exited the restaurant, the unforgiving cold winter chicago air bit at you, causing you to hiss as you quickly folded your arms tightly over your chest, your fitted âthe beefâ t-shirt lifting a bit as you turned to find richie leaned against the brick wall.
he was so rugged and laid back, it drove you insane. his hoodie remained open, revealing the matching t-shirt that clung to his slim abdomen, one of his hands shoved in the pocket of his adidas track pants, while the other held a cigarette to his lips. richie didnât notice your presence yet, too involved in a conversation with sweeps and marcus.
youâd decided it would be the perfect time to push the envelope, walking directly past marcus and sweeps as you approached richie, a flutter now swirling in your stomach as he raised his eyebrows at you, cigarette loosely held between his sharp teeth.
you two held eye contact for a beat, before you gently grabbed the cigarette from his mouth, before raising it to sit sit between the swell of your lips, taking a quick pull from the cigarette, âthanks babe,â you exhaled with a sweet close-mouthed smile.
all richie could do was swallow thickly, nodding to himself before he returned his attention back to the conversation at hand, softly swatting the side of your thigh when he decided that it was time for you to return the cigarette.
it was then, that things started to reach a whole new level of touchiness and couple-like actions between you and richie.
today was family. your second-most favorite day of the week, aside from payday. you were a bit late to the function, courtesy of your hair appointment, walking into the main room of the restaurant, instantly being greeted with a chorus of differing âhelloâsâ.
âhi, mâsorry for being late, my hair girl was late!â you rushed to explain, shrugging off richieâs your zip-up hoodie as you glanced around the room, seeing that all seats were occupied, âoh.â
sydneyâs eyes widened as she shared the same realization, âfuck, uh, maybe we can get you an extra seat from the office, i-â she began, taking a bit too long, leaving richie no choice, but to come up with a solution of his own.
âsânothing syd, she can sit with me,â richie spoke with a careless shrug, his mouth full of pasta as he looked up at you, swallowing his food before continuing, âcâmon, sweetheart.â
you obliged, your lips suddenly running dry as you walked towards richieâs seat, softly grabbing his outstretched hand as he gently guided your hips to sit comfortably against his.
you slightly shifted your hips, sending a shock to your clit as his bulge deliciously sat flush against your ass, âthanks, richie,â you muttered, focusing your gaze on the pasta dish that sat before you.
richie leaned back into his seat, the suddenly awkward silence of the dining room now becoming a bit too apparent to him. shaking his head, richie kept one of his arms loosely hung around you, before clearing his throat.
âyo, i donât know why the fuck everyone is being fuckinâ quiet,â he huffed, his eyes now landing on carmy and sydney, before he sighed, âcousin, just say what the fuck youâre grateful for already!â
it wasnât long before everyone returned to their normal conversations, about twenty minutes passing, before richie decided to lean in close to you, bringing his lips to your ear.
âmâready to get the fuck outta here.â
and thatâs how you ended up in the driverâs seat of richieâs car, his seat fully reclined back, one hand gripping the back of your neck, while the other guided your hips to bounce hard against his.
âah, fuck - yâgonna make me cum in you if you keep fuckinâ me like that, sweetheart,â richie groaned, moving the hand that guided your hips to your back, pushing you further into his chest as he fucked up into you.
your face was in his neck, throaty moans and gasps leaving your lips as you sloppily kissed and sucked at the skin of his neck, the sound of your hips slapping into each other mixed with the squelch and slurp of your wet pussy taking his length leaving you a needy mess.
you were so close to reaching your peak, your pulsing hole clenching around richieâs dick as his thrust remained forceful and rough, âi can fuckinâ feel you around me, baby, yâwant me to make you cum, yeah,â he chuckled, leaning his head against the headrest as he brought his hand to your hip, grinding your hips flush against his in circular motions.
âfuck, richie,â was all you could mewl through your gritted teeth, your stomach tight as your clit rubbed against the wet skin of his pelvis.
âkeep ridinâ me, sweetheart,â he whispered, pecking your flexed temple as he forced your hips deeps against his, âjust keep fuckinâ ridinâ me.â
yeah, your relationship with your coworker was far from orthodox, but neither of you seemed to get enough of it. nor, did you want to.
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Welcome to my first ever October writing challenge! đâď¸đ
Iâm very excited, and I really hope that Iâll be able to keep up with the schedule. And also a big thank you to everyone who sent in requests âĄ
Most of the fics on this list are lighthearted fluff, but stories marked * are nsfw and only suited for 18+ readers.
đ. Coffee shop (Spencer Reid x reader) đ. Sick day (Steve Harrington x reader) đ. Rainy afternoon (Carmy Berzatto x reader) đ. Movie night (Simon Riley x reader) đ. Morning drive (Emily Prentiss x reader) đ. IKEA âdateâ (Kyle Garrick x reader) đ. Sweater weather (Sydney Adamu x reader) đ. Canât sleep (Spencer Reid x reader) đ. Train ride (Aaron Hotchner x reader) đđ. Huddling for warmth * (Arthur Morgan x reader) đđ. Cuddles (Kyle Garrick x reader) đđ. A walk in the woods (Eddie Munson x reader) đđ. Decorating (Joel Miller x reader) đđ. Comfort food (John Price x reader) đđ. The orange peel theory (Chef Luca x reader) đđ. Meet cute (Derek Morgan x reader) đđ. Lazy Sunday (Spencer Reid x reader) đđ. Family expansion (Johnny MacTavish x reader) đđ. Hayride (Steve Harrington x reader) đđ. Halloween candy (Roman Roy x reader) đđ. Trick or treat (Aaron Hotchner x reader) đđ. Baking (⌠x reader) đđ. Party confessions (Sydney Adamu x reader) đđ. Pumpkin carving (⌠x reader) đđ. Horror movie comfort * (Mikey Berzatto x reader) đđ. Roommates (⌠x reader) đđ. Haunted house (Spencer Reid x reader) đđ. Pumpkin patch (Richie Jerimovich x reader) đđ. Scary movie marathon (Eddie Munson x reader) đđ. Costume party * (⌠x reader) đđ. Harvest celebration * (Joel Miller x reader)
#springtyme writes#springtyme october challenge 24#flufftober#kinktober#spencer reid x reader#steve harrington x reader#carmen berzatto x reader#sydney adamu x reader#eddie munson x reader#aaron hotchner x reader#richie jerimovich x reader#kyle garrick x reader#simon riley x reader#john mactavish x reader#john price x reader#joel miller x reader#derek morgan x reader#arthur morgan x reader#mikey berzatto x reader#roman roy x reader#emily prentiss x reader#chef luca x reader#x reader#carmy berzatto x reader
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making the bed |carmen berzatto x reader| part one



prompt: carmen's stressed. food critics, a newborn baby, balancing work life and married life and now dad life; he's bound to break, everyone knows it. but no one ever thought he'd lash out on you.
or, part one of the devastation fic. based off this ask from the other day. two more parts to come.
contains: mega angst. mega angst, with no resolution in this part. hurt, no comfort (in this chapter, will be later in part 3). mean!carmen, very mean. mom!reader x dad!carmen with newborn teddy. fighting, language, carmen says mean stuff he doesn't mean. past mentions of trauma, family trauma, mikey mentioned. very angsty and a little heavy, please read at your own discretion. word count- 3.5k+.
"Are you ok?"
Carmen now understood why that phrase used to send Donna into such a blind rage, lips pursing and jaw clenching more and more every time he heard it. First at work, then with you, it felt never ending.
It was beginning to feel like critic season with how many were coming in, snooty and demanding to be impressed. It couldn't have come at a worst time, right in the middle of busy season with the start of the holidays. Days at The Bear were filled with frantic panic, running around, making sure everything was perfect, accounted for, and Carmen always had the sinking feeling it wasn't- that he'd forgotten something, messed something up.Â
It wasn't rare for him to work himself up like this, a normal that you always warned him about, but he'd always had a solitude. As long as he'd known you, he'd had a place to go, to unwind, to let himself rest and reset with you. And he still did, it was just shared now with a newborn.
Dorothea Michelle. Teddy, for short. The light of his life, yours too. Nearly two months old with a set of lungs that sounded much louder, much more developed than that. Nights were long, sleepless, spent trying to lull Teddy back to sleep, awake even if he wasn't up with her. Carmen couldn't allow himself the selfishness to relax, to rewind, to "take it easy" like everyone told him to. At work, he was the boss; at home, he was a dad.
"Fuck, fuck," Carmen's sleepy stare was broken by a lick of bubbling heat, the lamb's roux popping with the high heat, splashing all over Carmen's chef whites.
"Jeff, c'mon," Tina clicked, shaking her head, moving the pan to lower heat. "What're you doin'?"
Carmen grit his teeth, snatching a rag off the stainless steel counter tops, scrubbing the burgundy stain, huffing when it only spread the stain.
"What happened?" Sydney turned, looking from the burnt sauce to Carmen's stained chef shirt. "Oh,"
"Do we have a spare coat?" Carmen huffed, throwing the rag down with a firm smack against the counter.
"I don't think so, Carm." Sydney shook her head. "You took the last ones home with you two days ago. The wine-"
"-I know, Chef, I know." Carmen snapped, running a hand through his hair. "Fuck, I-I can't fuckin' serve the critics lookin' like this. With shit all over me- fuck."
"Hey, easy, easy," Richie turned the corner, his hands held up. "What's goin' on?"
"Jeff got sauce over him. He doesn't have any clean clothes." Tina muttered, irritated that she had to fix his mess, more irritated that he wasn't taking care of himself. You have a baby, Jeff, you need to rest and take some time, she'd told him. Carmen only waved her off.
"Okay, okay, hey, that's no problem." Richie's voice raised, lifting over Carmen's. "You go home and change, get your spare, check on my beautiful goddaughter, and then come back with your A game. Yes?"
Carmen didn't even humor him with a snarky remark, yanking his coat off and stomping towards the office to grab his things. Richie and Tina looked at each other, shaking their head gently.
"Kids runnin' thin, T." Richie muttered with a sigh. "He's gonna break. It's gonna be bad."
"Yeah, he is. Gonna wear himself out before then." Tina shook her head. "Jeff needs a vacation." They both jumped at the slamming of the backdoor, Carmen's angry exit shaking the foundation.
"Needs to be fuckin' medicated. Fuckin' lunatic." Richie scoffed, rolling his eyes at Carmen's dramatics.
The drive home was filled with silence, Carmen's iron grip on the wheel, tearing through the traffic towards the house- his house, his home.Â
Home, but it didn't provide the same comfort that it usually did. Carmen's shoulders still stayed tense, buzzing with rage, not dissipating when he thought of you, or of Teddy, knowing you'd both be there, excited to see him.Â
You jumped at the sound of the car door slamming, peeking out the window to see Carmen's parked next to yours, furiously stomping up the front steps. You frowned, grabbing the baby monitor, walking towards the front door.
Carmen nearly hit you with how fiercely he flung the door open. "Woah," You reached for the door, stopping it before he could flick it shut. "Carm, don't slam it. Teddy's asleep. I just got her down." You frowned at him, shutting it slowly.
Carmen looked at you but didn't speak, looking through you with a rage that had your spine tingling before he finally broke his gaze, stomping towards the laundry room. "Carm? Whatâre you doing home? Donât you have dinner soon?" You hesitated slightly, lingering in the doorway with an uncertainty you hadnât felt with Carmen before.Â
Carmen didnât answer, his jaw still ground tight while he rummaged through the clean clothes, carelessly unfolding and shifting the folded clothes.
"Carmen," You said more firmly, caching his gaze. He didn't speak still, just stared at you- through you. "Are you ok?" You lifted a brow, features softening in worry.
Carmen paused, eyes closing, shoulders tensing in agitation. Are you ok? His ears rang, a familiar rage that he hadn't felt in years bubbling up deep in his chest. Frustrated and blinding and rampant, heat rushing through his veins, pulling himself further and further from reality into someplace different- someplace darker in his mind.Â
"What's wrong?" You pressed, he could barely hear it, ears ringing at your question. "Did something happen? Did the critic come-"
"-Where's my chef whites?" Carmen barked, cutting you off, his chest tightening more and more with every heavy heave of his chest. You flinched at his tone.
"Uh, I-I haven't seen the whites. I washed your white tee-"
â-You what? Y-You what?â Carmen spat, eye widening with a wild, raged glint in his eye. Your stomach flipped and fell with fear, stepping back instinctively.Â
âI-I washed your tee, Carm, thatâs all that you left in the laundry basket-âÂ
"-Are you fucking kidding me?" Carmen boomed, his head spinning, body buzzing with rage. Your breath hitched, frozen in fear at the anger in his tone, the roar of his voice bouncing off the walls, echoing through your ears in a painful drum.Â
Carmen moved, snatching the dirty clothes basket, dumping it into the ground with a shake until the dirty chef coat fell on top. He gripped the basket, flinging it across the room with a hard throw. The final push to his bad mood that sent him right over the edge, crashing into a pit of blinding fury, aggravation, breaking him from the inside out.
"Fuck!" Carmen roared, his voice shaking the walls, your breath leaving your lungs in a trembling exhale of fear. âFuck, fuck, fuck! This is- This is- Are you fuckinâ kiddinâ me?âÂ
You tensed in shock, gripping the baby monitor in fear, maybe surprise, as it started to buzz to life with Teddy's startled whimpers. Her small cries pulled you out of your frozen state, something deeper than fear replacing the ache in your stomach.Â
"Carmen-" You gaped, voice wobbling with uncertainty, taking slow shuffled steps towards the stairs. âCarmen, calm-calm down. Ok? Calm down.âÂ
âCalm down? You want me to fuckinâ calm down?â Carmen sneered, an angry red flush blossoming in splotchy deep hues up his neck, towards his cheeks. âYou donât do shit, nothinâ that I fuckinâ ask for! Just sit around all fuckinâ day an-and Iâm supposed to calm down?âÂ
âCarmen,â Your voice wobbled, throat tight with tears, hurt and fear strangling your words. âI-You didnât ask me to wash them. I-I didnât know. They werenât in the hamper-âÂ
â-I shouldnât have to ask you to wash them!â Carmen roared, eyes so wide you thought they might pop right out of his head, neck vein protruding on exemplifying his rage. âYou know what Iâm going through! You know how much fuckinâ stress Iâm under! I go to that-that shit hole, an-and work my fuckinâ ass off so you donât have to! Then I come home, and I-I canât even get a second of peace!âÂ
âStop,â You hiss, finally regaining your composure, his words fully sinking into you now, feeling the full effect of them. âI-I just had a baby. Iâm still on maternity leave taking care of a baby- our baby, and Iâm tired too. But Iâm not yelling at you-âÂ
â-Oh, right. Right.â Carmen laughs sarcastically, humorless as he runs his hand down his face. It felt mocking, left you feeling small and too vulnerable for your liking. âBecause in between your napping an-and feeding, you couldnât stick a fucking jacket in the wash, right? Youâre so busy.â Â
âWhat is wrong with you?â You snap, hoping he canât hear the tears in your voice, the way your voice shakes with emotion.Â
âWhatâs wrong with me? Whatâs wrong with me?â Carmen scoffs, throwing his hands out. âI get no fuckin' sleep, go work my fuckin' ass off, a-and then I come home so I can go back and work my ass off some more, and-and you canât do one simple fuckinâ thing? You canât help me out? And then you wanna know whatâs wrong with me? When you sit on your ass all fuckinâ day-âÂ
Teddyâs piercing wail pulls you out of your shocked trance, nose and throat burning with hurt filled tears you refuse to shed. Instead, you turn, climbing the stairs on shaky legs, the sound of Teddyâs cries growing louder and louder. Anchovy watches you from the top of the stairs, sensing the tension, your upset, sliding against your leg as if to comfort you.Â
Carmen scoffs, hands buzzing and trembling with rage, the ringing in his ears growing louder and louder with each of your footsteps on the stairs and down the hall. He can barely hear Teddyâs sobs, hands threading through his hair, pulling at his scalp. He sees you walk towards the bedroom, quickly, hugging Teddy to your chest.Â
âOh, donât go fuckinâ do it now!â Carmen roared, your ignoring him only infuriating him further. âIt wonât be ready in time now. Iâll just look like a fuckinâ idiot for the critic tonight! Not that you care! Why would you, huh? I-I mean just our livelihood, just our fuckinâ income!âÂ
You swallowed back your tears, head tilting towards the ceiling, hands shaking with every shove of your things into the overnight bag. Just enough to get you through the night, the next day. A few essentials, Teddyâs spare onesies, a charger, your wallet- you stopped mid-shove of your items into the weekender bag, the sunâs rays catching in your wedding ring. Your heart fell, more and more, you werenât sure how that was even possible.Â
Carmenâs furious voice was still booming from downstairs, ringing and shaking in his furious fit. Richie and Sugar both warned you about Carmenâs tantrums, brought them up to embarrass him, tease him about it until he was red faced and hissing hushed threats at them. You never, never in your wildest dreams thought youâd be on the receiving end of one.Â
You jumped, another slam of something Carmen had thrown, maybe hit in a fit of rage, causing Teddy to wail louder, Anchovy skittering nervously away. Tears leaked out of your eyes, twisting the ring off your finger, setting it on Carmenâs bedside table. Pulling the carrier out of the closet, Anchovy got in much easier than usual, which you were thankful for.Â
Carmen was gripping the marble of the countertop when he heard you again, walking from the bottom of the stairs, quick steps towards the door to the garage, Teddyâs voice nearly hoarse from her crying. You kept your head high, tunnel-visioned towards your car, ignoring his heavy breathing and frantic pacing.Â
âWha-What are you doinâ?â Carmenâs voice was softer now, still with a jagged edge that was cutting and harsh. The car door opened, the baby carrier hooked into the car seat.Â
âHey, wha- what are you- whereâre you goinâ? Whatâre you doinâ?â Carmenâs heart dropped in a damning rush of hour, stumbling on heavy legs towards the garage. You ignored him, shushing Teddy gently, running a calming hand over her wet cheek, trying to coax her paci into her mouth.Â
âBaby, no-no, no. Hey, no, I-I- What-â Carmenâs chest felt tight, mind numbing and racing, stuttering nervously. You reached for your bag, his hand reaching to grab the strap. âWhe-Whereâre you-â
â-Donât touch me.â You hissed, teeth bared, eyes shining with tears. Carmen flinched, pulling his hand back like heâd touched a hot stove. âDonât you dare fucking touch me.â You sneered, pinning him with a watery glare that had his stomach turning in sickening fear.Â
âBaby, hey, w-wait-Câmon, d-donât-You donât, you donât need to do this, ok? I-Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry.â Carmen choked out the words, frantic and unsure, his hands shaking when they ghosted over you back just for a moment. Wanting to touch you, to hold you, to grab you and keep you from leaving, but too scared to. Instead, he grabbed the car door you flung open, holding it when you tried to yank it closed.Â
âLet go.â You hissed, sniffling back wet, snotty tears of fury and hurt.Â
âPlease, donât-do-donât do this. Please, baby, I-Iâm sorry.â Carmen begged, blue eyes deepening with the burning red hues of tears, bloodshot and lashes wet. âDonât-Donât do this-âÂ
â-I didnât do this.â You sneered, leaving Carmen flinching at your words. âDonât you dare try to say this was me. After how you just talked to me? The shit you said to me in there? You think Iâm going to stay?â Your voice cracked with emotion, lips pressing together to keep a cry in.Â
âNo, no, no, no, no, baby, please. Please, ju-just come inside. Come inside, please? Please, donât-âÂ
âYou donât get to talk to me like that. To say that kinda stuff to me. That hurt, Carmen. That was mean.â You glared at him, tears leaking out of the corner of his eyes. âI donât care if youâre stressed. I donât care whatâs going on- nothing, and I mean nothing, warrants you talking to me like that. Just because you fucked up, because you forgot to ask me to do it, because youâre stressed out- I donât care what it is. You donât talk to me like that, say those things when Iâve been home all day taking care of my ch- our child.â You nod back towards the sniffling baby, whimpering and crying half heartedly, her little eyelids drooping with sleep that was interrupted.Â
Carmen felt sick, his knees tightening in fear, he was sure they might give out, that he might fall to the ground right there. Looking at the tiny baby, lip jutted and shaking in the mirror hooked on the back of the seat, then back at you, eyes red-rimmed and glaring at him with a hurt filled anger.Â
âDonât-â Carmenâs chest shook, a white-knuckled grip on the door.Â
Your own hand curled around the doorâs inner handle, yanking it away from him. âMove,â You hissed, pulling again.Â
Carmen wasnât sure why he let it go, why he let you shut it, locking the door in case he tried to open it again. Why he let you pull out of the driveway, why he didnât stop you, why he didnât run after you, only taking soft shuffles down the drive like a zombie as you drove away. Standing in the drive, Carmen swallowed down the spit that pooled in his mouth, stomach churning, sure he was going to be sick.Â
He managed to trudge back to the garage, mind racing and far away, the ringing in his ears dulling but still deafening. It felt like he was in a dream- a nightmare, a hallucinating trance that felt like a sick, sick dream- Carmen was hoping it was. That heâd wake up and find you next to him asleep. That he could hug you, pull you into him, nose buried in your neck, still warm from your slumber.Â
As the sun began to sink low into the sky, minutes turning into hours that Carmen sat motionless in the garage, staring in a trancelike state, he realized that this wasnât a dream or a nightmare. No this was his reality, a horrific reality that heâd made into his own. Carmen sat, eyes trained on the concrete of the garage, voice racing and blending in his mind- his words, yours, Teddyâs cries, Natalie and Richieâs, flashbacks of his mother screaming fits.Â
He didnât move, frozen in chilling, eerie fear. What ifs and terrifying possible scenarios, consequences to his own actions that left him feeling sick, hands trembling. A spiraling of fears that only drug him deeper and deeper with every haunting replay of his outburst. Even the flashing of headlights turning into the driveway, filling the garage with light, didnât pull him from his trance.Â
âThe fuck is he- Cousin!â Richie roared, laying on the horn. Carmen didnât move, didnât acknowledge that he heard it, only stared. Richie frowned, turning the car off, throwing the door open.Â
âCousin? Carm? What-What are you doinâ? Dinner service started an hour ago. Syd is freakinâ the fuck out.â Richie threw his hands up, walking towards the man who still didnât move. Richieâs heart skipped, flashbacks of Mikey flooding into his vision, parallels of the two brothers blurring before him.Â
âYo, Carm, you-you good?â Richie stepped into the garage, his spine tingling with icy fear. It was quiet, an eerie, unsettling quiet. âCousin, hey, what-whatâs wrong?âÂ
Carmen's chest rose and fell, tighter and tighter. He was suffocating, head spinning and mind racing so fast he felt light headed. He could barely hear Richieâs voice over the noise in his head, Richieâs hand shaking his shoulder finally breaking his trance enough to meet his eyes, rounded in fear filled question.Â
âCarmen, whatâs wrong? Is it- Donât fuckinâ tell me itâs the baby. What the fuck is goinâ on-âÂ
â-She left.â Carmenâs voice shook, raspy and scared. His tongue still felt too thick, head still spinning. He wasnât even sure he said it, Richieâs widening eyes the only thing confirming that he had said it.Â
âWhat? Who-Who left? Who?â Richie looked around, like the clues might be there, sure that Carmen wasnât talking about you. No, he wouldnât- he couldnât. Not you.Â
Carmenâs breath hitched, a strangling of a sob caught in his throat, running his hand over his face. Richie didnât miss the way it trembled, shaking even as it rested over his eyes. Your car was gone, the house too quiet, no baby Teddy crying, nothing but silence was left.Â
Richieâs heartbeat crawled into a rapid, scared pace. âWhy? Wh-Why would she-â Richie looked at Carmen, eyes wide but still, reading his expression. âNo. No, Cousin, no. What-What did you do? Carmen,â Richie grabbed both his shoulders, shaking him lightly until he met his gaze. âWhat did you do?âÂ
Carmenâs face began to crack, behind his eyes, Richie could see flashbacks of something- something he didnât know what, but whatever it was, it was painful. That was evident by the fear that glossed over Carmenâs eyes, realization and horror. Carmenâs shoulders shook, frame rocking with a sob he tried to swallow, but couldnât. Deep cries, guttural sobs breaking out of his frame, heels of his hands pressed to his eyes, fingers curled and clenched around his greasy curls in agony.Â
The damning realization flooded over him, that youâd left.Â
Youâd left, youâd taken Teddy, taken Anchovy- youâd left because heâd driven you away. His angry outburst, petulant, mean, hurtful- heâd been so cruel to you. You. His wife, the love of his life, mother of his child, the one person who loved him endlessly without stipulations or boundaries, the one person who truly understood him.Â
And heâd driven you away.Â
He wished he could blame his mom, his dad, his family for fucking him up so severely, maybe Mikey, even, for leaving him the shit show that was the restaurant, making his anxieties worse and fuse shorter. But sitting in the empty garage, Richie standing above him in silent shock, his sobs and angry sniffles echoing off the cement floor, Carmen knew he had no one to blame but himself.Â
Heâd fucked up. Really fucked up. Fucked up in a way that made all the other times look obsolete.Â
Carmen had fucked up, and for once, he didnât know what to do. He couldnât avoid it, ignore it, deflect it like other times. Half hearted apologies and promises of change wouldnât work, you werenât here for him to even try to give them to you, and he didnât know where you went.Â
Carmen wasnât sure where you went, how to fix this, why heâd done what he did, and a million other things that raced through his mind. What he did know, sitting in the too quiet garage, chest stuttering with heaving cries, was that heâd do anything.Â
Anything, to get you back home. To make it right. To fix this and make it up to you.Â
He wasnât sure how, but heâd give up everything. Anything. His restaurant, his dreams, his hopes, his life, at this point, to make it up to you.Â
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MDNI 18+ the inevitable return of richie to the blog! blowjob, praise (itâs richie bye), his brash ass mouth <33333, i am spamming dirty nasty talk which was fucking fun, i say fuck like a thousand times (itâs fuckin richie fuckin bye) petnames: âangelâ, âprincessâ
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âgood girl,â richie drags, watching you swallow down more of him. your head spins with the praise. he feels you whine around him, knows how fucked up he gets you when he talks to you like that. you always want to appease him, to make him feel good and hear the words that sound so sweet on his tongue, and heâs got a endless amount of them ready to give you. âfuckinâ pretty like this, you know?â he hisses as his head lolls to the side, âpretty little angel, sucking dick just cause you want to.â
itâs true. and the honesty of his praise makes you take more of him down until heâs as far as he can go. there, he holds you, groaning and cursing and his pleasure makes your cheeks and your ears burn like a thousand fires. when you come up, and youâre sucking in air with spit dripping down your chin, he tells you youâre pretty then too while he strokes down your hair.
praise slips sweetly from his tongue as you get your breathing under control and place a pretty little kiss on his tip. âcould frame this. hang it on the wallâ fucked up how you look so sweet like this. look like a princess with a mouth full of dick.â your eyelids flutter and you drag spit down the side of him, listening to his words while you have your fun.
you lick back up his cock, teary eyes focused on him. heâs starstruck, wordless, frozen watching you suck him like you love him. you do love him. and you love this. you bob your head once, pull up and swirl your tongue around him. then again, and again, until heâs moaning, egging you on, telling you âhandle that shit, fuckinâ give it to me.â his head rolls onto the back of the couch, one arm thrown over his forehead. âturned onâ couldnât even dream of describing the fucking feeling you give him. âshit, fuckinâ pro, gonnaâ gonna make me your bitch.â pride spreads through you. you are gonna make him your bitch. as if heâs not already.
he brings his eyes to you again. heâs got to watch. âyou want that, hm. pretty princess wants to fuck me. you got it.â he affirms, because he knows as well as you do that heâs already under your thumb, and that you can do whatever you want to him and heâd fucking thank you, heâd get down on his knees and thank you like a fucking dog.
peopleâs boyfriends take classes to learn how to praise their girlfriend beyond âgood girl.â they have to learn how to say that shit right. but richie? the second you touch him, heâs got everything in the world for you. everything that makes you feel pretty, and beautifully nasty, and gorgeous even with his dick down your throatâ especially with his dick down your throat.
and itâs all because he truly thinks you look gorgeous. and because he knows itâs what you like, and itâs what you need. and who the fuck is he to not deliver?
âyouâre fuckinâ me, baby. got me fucked,â he whispers almost to himself, his hand in your hair just to touch. âgot me fucked, fucking pretty fucking girl.â
youâd smile if you could. your head spins with the praise.
#this did not end as what it began as / but itâs fucking hot so#take a fucking shot everytime i say fuck#richie jerimovich smut#richie jerimovich x black reader#richie jerimovich x reader#richie jerimovich x you#mcondance 2024#â đŞ
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shift shenanigans - s1 social media au
note: jus for fun ! may or may not do more parts.
warnings: crude humor, slightly offensive jokes from richie sry
part two

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chefboyardee: my friends! i love my friends! the two on the right more than the left (iâm joking i promise) đđđđ
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syd_adamu: brave of you to call him your friend y/n
âł chefboyardee: boss man carmy save me
âł syd_adamu: oh.. :///
marcus.brooks11: you did me so dirty, friend.
âł chefboyardee: love you marcus you look spectacular
âł marcus.brooks11: donât start
richietheking: Where am I?
âł chefboyardee: ya motha

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marcus.brooks11: This is coolllddd.
âł richietheking: You already know it man.
syd_adamu: this is actually crazy
carmyberzatto: can you show this on instagram? i think you should delete this.
âł richietheking: Delete your life.
chefboyardee: come down to the beef for a number 6 the occy way đŻ the safest joint on the block đ¤đŻwe are đđ
âł richietheking: Eyyy I know thatâs right.
âł carmyberzatto: please donât advertise this.
WE HAVE THE BEEF đĽŠ
[ 8:25 am ]
y/n:

bruh im about to lose it. heads up when you guys get to work.
marcus: that catering order is about to be crazy
DO NOT REPLY: These white boards are stressing me out.
syd: we know, probably giving you ptsd from not finishing high school
DO NOT REPLY: Fuck you I did finish it.
y/n: oh i gotta change ur contact name richie
richie poo: ????? What
y/n: it was âDO NOT REPLYâ lols
marcus: valid
syd: real
richie poo: What? Why?! Thatâs so rude
y/n: cuz you piss me off
and you kept blowing up my phone yesterday
richie poo: You werenât answering, and we needed help at the cook out.
syd: the one where you poisoned everyone?
richie poo: Fuck off.
y/n: when iâm off work, iâm off work.
marcus: donât let carmy hear that, y/n
y/n: donât remind me
syd: heâs trying at least, go easy on him. he really has great ideas
richie poo: You mean you have great ideas in that little notebook
tina: Never trust a broad with a notebook.
syd: hey! iâm just being helpful
y/n: do you guys think my ig post will hurt carmys feelings
marcus: it would make me a little sad if i were him, but i donât think he cares
y/n: great iâm gonna cry now
syd: i doubt he even saw it y/n itâs fine
richie poo: Check the work chat. Cousin is in a mood.
y/n: oh great
tina: Help us all.
syd: be nice you guys
WORK
[ 9:15 am ]
carmy: Everyone, we have huge catering orders tomorrow to prep for today. Please get here as soon as you can, the earlier you clock in the better. Additionally, please be careful what you post on social media. I donât want people to get the wrong impression
y/n: yes chef đ¨âđł
syd: ok sounds good
richie poo: Cool it, Cousin. Whatâs the issue with the social media
tina: I use FaceBook. That not allowed now??
carmy: Tina, youâre fine. Iâm talking about those who post work things on public accounts
marcus: facebook is crazy
richie poo: I canât go private
y/n: he needs the likes
richie poo: No Iâm disabled from doing so. Not sure why
y/n: liar
richie poo: đI donât like you
carmy: Then please donât post pics of yourself posting up with a gun and an air horn outside of my shop anymore.
marcus: that pic was fire canât lie
carmy: Well, itâs bad for business.
richie poo: Fine, whatever
y/n: carmy
carmy: What, Y/n?
y/n: is this because of my caption on my post iâm sorry i promise i wasnât being for real
carmy: I donât care Y/n.
y/n: is that code for âi care a lot and iâm crying in the office right now and thatâs why the door is closedâ
oh
syd: ? why the oh
y/n: he opened the door and yelled no 𤨠but i think i saw red eyes
carmy: Please get back to work and Iâll comp a meal for you later
y/n: OMG yes chef đ
richie poo: Inappropriate emojis and you shouldnât have to incentivize her to work
y/n: shut up acting like HR iâm gonna beat your ass
jealousy is ugly which is why you have that mug on your face
carmy: Stop
y/n: yes chef đ¨âđł
i heard your giggle tho
richie poo: Again with the schizo episode
syd: you canât say that richie
richie poo: Oh sorry
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KINKTOBER MASTERLIST 2024



cyberâs note : my first ever kinktober!!! im soo excited to participate and i hope you guys like it <3
01/10 â cockwarming w/ logan howlett
03/10 â spitting w/ rafe cameron
05/10 â shower sex w/ ellie williams
07/10 â dacryphillia w/ rafe cameron
09/10 â dry humping w/ logan howlett
11/10 â fauxcest w/ jj maybank
13/10 â abo dynamics w/ logan howlett
15/10 â âjust the tipâ w/ rafe cameron
17/10 â hybrid!reader x pet play w/ logan howlett
19/10 â breeding kink w/ richie jermiovich
21/10 â overstimulation w/ ellie williams
23/10 â watersports w/ logan howlett
25/10 â orgasm denial w/ logan howlett
27/10 â brat-taming w/ richie jermiovich
29/10 â virgin!reader collab w/skyoangels
31/10 â mirror sex & choking w/ logan howlett
possible add-ons: sex pollen, thigh riding, somnophilia, degradation, daddykink, period sex, witch!reader, beauty and the beast au âwith various characters <33
#logan howlett x reader <3#rafe x reader <3#wolverine x reader <3#ellie willams x reader#richie x reader <3#jj x reader <3#logan howlett#rafe cameron#wolverine x reader#obx smut#outer banks#logan howlett smut#jj mayback imagine#jj mayback x reader#kinktober 2024#ellie williams#ellie smut#rafe x black reader#jj maybank#jj outer banks#obx#wolverine#kinktober >.<
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a buried and a burning flame
part two out now!
pairing(s): richie jerimovich x fem!reader
summary: constantly arguing with your studentâs father wasnât on your bucket list for this school year, but how can you stop when he just makes it so easy to get under his skin? based on this request.
warning(s): implied age-gap | misogyny | angst | make out session | heavy petting | dry humping | borderline exhibitionism | minimal editing |
wc: 11k
A wide forced smile graced your lips as you looked at the very obviously out-of-place man sitting in the small classroom chair that was usually occupied by the small bodies of your second graders. Your foot tapped impatiently as you waited for the line to connect, the last call went straight to voicemail and you were begging the universe for it not to happen this time as you felt the heat of the man's scowl sear into you.
âHello, this is Tiffany Gattina speaking.â
You perked up as soon as you heard a greeting, âMs. Gattina?â You listened as she repeated your name, relief flooding through you that youâd finally gotten ahold of the woman.
âYes, hi itâs me.â You cringed at the immediate panic running through the womanâs voice. âNo, no Evaâs perfectly fine, but there is an uhâŚMr. Jerimovich here claiming to be her father.â You looked up, the manâs loud scoff sent a wave of irritation through you, the urge to roll your eyes growing the longer the two of you stared at each other.
Your attention was pulled back to the phone as you listened to the woman you were used to seeing during pickups explain their familial situation to you. âThank you for clarifying, but seeing as he isnât listed on her yellow card, legally Iâm not allowed to let him take her off of school premises.â
The sound of Mr. Jerimovich releasing a disbelieving laugh caused you to grit your teeth, your body swiveling around so he was forced to glare at your back.
âShit, okay Iâll be there as soon as I can.â You listened through the phone as Ms. Gattina shuffled around, her keys jangled as the line went dead before youâd even got the chance to say goodbye.
It was immature but you stood against the wall with the phone to your ear for a few minutes more, quiet hums leaving your lips to give the illusion you were still speaking with someone so you wouldnât have to be subjected to spending too much time alone with the irate older man. The cold tiny fingers patting your elbow made you jump, eyes finding Evaâs small figure looking up at you as she waited for you to hang up the phone. A feeling of guilt raced through you as your eyes darted to her childlike smile, while you were here trying to avoid her father you were also avoiding Eva.
You felt ridiculous saying goodbye to a dial tone before moving to place the phone back on the receiver mounted to the wall, âWhat can I do for you, Miss Eva?â You smiled as her nose scrunched up watching as she waved for you to bend down so she could whisper in your ear.
âIs it okay if I go to the reading corner?â You let out a quiet laugh at her question as you stood up nodding your head and watching as her face lit up in excitement.
âJust remember to put the books back where they go.â You watched as she skipped over to the decorated corner, a smile lining your lips at all the work you put into making your classroom as inviting and comfortable to your kids as ever, but the thought slowly dwindled as you remembered why exactly she was here after hours.
A small sigh escaped you at the loud noise leaving the intruderâs phone followed by his equally as loud commentary, the sounds bouncing off the once quiet walls of your classroom made you want to scream. You walked to your desk opening a drawer and shuffling through the files in hopes that youâd find an extra yellow card. The universe was on your side as you pulled a blank yellow card out, smoothing the crease out in one of the corners. If this man was gonna take up space in your classroom, the least he could do was fill the card out so the two of you didnât have to repeat this interaction.
You had to steel your nerves before standing up, reaching to pull a pen out of the cup on your desk before approaching the boisterous man with all the false confidence you could muster. You stopped in front of him clearing your throat to gain his attention and forcing yourself not to snap as he leisurely looked up at you before his gaze returned to his phone, you had to stop your mouth from dropping open at the blatant disrespect before composing yourself as he locked his phone and placed it face down on the table.
âMr. Jerimovich-,â Your words were interrupted by the screeching of the chair legs against the linoleum eyes watching as the man raised to his full height and impeded on your space.
âListen, sweetheart,â you raised your brows at the nickname eyes locked on his. âIâm just here to get my little girl alright. And there was no need for you to go snitchinâ to her mom and shit.â
Your eyebrows rose further up your face, eyes darting to Eva to ensure she wasnât privy to this dispute, tuning out her father as he kept running his mouth. Your head snapped back in his direction as you caught the last of his tirade, his words implied that you were unqualified to even be a teacher.
âListen Mr. Jerimovich.â You paused, sending him your most condescending smile. âLet me paint you a little picture, let's say I donât know, corner store Joe comes up to the school during dismissal tomorrow points at that sweet little girl over there, and spins some story about being her uncle. Have I lost you yet?â
There was venom in your words as you watched him roll his eyes before nodding for you to continue. âI would be a shit teacher to send that precious girl off with the first person who tried to claim her. So maybe you are her father. I'm not taking that away from you, but until Ms. Gattina walks through that door and confirms your identity, I am not letting Eva out of my sight. Understand me?â
His eyes hadnât left yours through your whole spiel, darting between them as he let your words sink into him, you watched on as he reluctantly nodded a feeling of triumph raced through you.
âGreat, now youâre gonna sit back down and youâre going to spend the rest of the time you're here feeling out this information card, okay?â You pressed the yellow card and pen into his chest, your eyes falling to the âOriginal Berfâ logo before looking back at him once more.
The cold metal on his hand brushed against yours as he grabbed the materials from you, the gold wedding band on his finger drew your attention, the sight of it intriguing you. You watched him in curiosity as he sat down grumbling words under his breath you couldnât even begin to understand, your staring was interrupted as he shot you an annoyed look, eyes looking you up and down trying to figure out why you were hovering.
Irritation radiated off of him as he waited for you to take your leave, the glare in his eyes loud and clear that your presence was no longer welcome. You sent him one last forced smile before turning on your heels to utilize however long you were stuck with him to grade and go over lesson plans.
You stopped in your tracks as something occurred to you, the noise of your shoes hit the linoleum as you made your way back to him, âOne more thing Mr. Jerimovich, donât ever cuss in my classroom again.â Your words were punctuated by a saccharine smile, his lips rolling in as he repressed himself from saying something he might regret.
Teaching children right from wrong would always fill you with a sense of purpose, but having to deal with their asshole parents made you question your career choice more times than youâd like to admit.
The last thing you wanted to spend the end of your Friday doing was trying to play mediator between two grown men who couldnât accept the faults of their children. As soon as you sat them down and began to explain the situation, you became the bad guy, and when they werenât jumping down your throat, they were having a screaming match with each other, you only hoped Mrs. Monroe across the hall was having an easier time occupying the two children sheâd agreed to keep company for the time being.
A lull in the screaming match allowed you to speak up. âI understand the urge to defend your children and while I respect it, please let me explain the full incident.â Neither man said anything as they looked at you, both of them giving off the impression that theyâd rather be anywhere else than here listening to you.
âDuring arts and crafts time there was a bit of misunderstanding between Noah and Eva. Iâm not exactly sure how it started as I was helping another student bu-,â You paused as Mr. Vanderbilt let out a disbelieving laugh, his hand waving off your silence to get you to continue.
Your fingers dug into the fabric of your pants as you had to remind yourself that you couldnât just assault your student's parents, you cleared your throat before continuing. âMr. Vanderbilt, your son threw a pair of scissors at another student. And while Iâm sure you have more pressing matters to deal with, this is Noahâs third write-up this month.â You watched the agitation rise on his face, his mouth moving to form sentences before you spoke over him, âAnd regardless of his age, his actions fall under the category of assault, and as Iâm sure you know this is a zero-tolerance campus.â
There wasnât even a few seconds of silence between your words before the man spoke up. âI can assure you it was an accident and had you been paying attention to all of your students, Iâm sure me and Mr. Jerimovich wouldnât have to be here wasting our time.â You watched on in disbelief as his hands raised lazily to unbutton his suit jacket which probably cost more than your yearly salary.
Your mouth opened and closed a few times as you tried to gather your thoughts in the most professional way possible whatever you had to say not seeing the light of day. âThis child Ava, was she injured? If not then I really donât see why Iâm here in the first place.â
âHer names Eva you fuckinâ jagoff.â Mr. Jerimovichâs loud voice rang through your ears, and you could see you were once again losing control of the situation.
The more boisterous of the two men turned in his chair, his chest puffed out as though he was preparing himself in case this turned into a physical dispute. Your eyes bounced between them both knowing that Mr. Vanderbilt would be on the phone with his lawyer faster than Mr. Jerimovich could even throw a punch.
âExcuse me!â Your voice raised a few octaves, the overly polite persona you put on fading the longer you sat with them. âWhile the safety scissors didnât break skin, there is a bruise on Evaâs collarbone. And youâre here Mr. Vanderbilt because Noah is prone to these outbursts and itâs gotten out of hand now that my other students are at risk of being hurt just because he may be overstimulated. I would appreciate it if you and your wife took the time to find the root of his problems, I mean no disrespect Mr. Vanderbilt but oftentimes this behavior usually begins at home.â
The sneer on Mr. Vanderbiltâs face was the last thing you wanted to see at that moment, youâd had enough experience with privileged and pretentious parents to know your Friday was just going to continue getting worse.
âThey just let anyone teach our children nowadays donât they?â His condescending smile was enough warning on its own. âNoahâs a great kid and listen I donât want to tell you how to do your job, but thatâs just how boys are. I think the real issue at hand is the fact that my childâs education has been put in the hands of wellâŚa child. Where did you say you received your degree from again?â
Indignation settled heavily in your chest as you watched a self-assured smirk paint his lips as he rose from his chair. âThe way I see it, if you knew how to do your job none of this wouldâve happened, I mean how hard is it to babysit a bunch of six-year-olds for a couple of hours?â You watched in silence as he stood to his full height, hands smoothing out his ridiculously expensive suit. âIâll make sure Principal Pacheco hears about how unqualified you are to be in a classroom.â
The silence was loud as you watched him sashay out of your classroom door, eyes locked on his back the whole time mind racing with what you did in a past life to even deserve half the shit you were subjected to dealing with.
âWhat a fucking joke.â You jumped in your seat at the gruff voice part of you had forgotten he was there considering his silence, something that shocked you seeing how outspoken he already proved he was. âAsshole dad and asshole kid, am I right? What a fucking prick talkinâ to you like that, yo I donât know how you put up with that shit.â
You blinked in rapid succession trying to follow his fast-paced words, your mind trying to figure out why he thought he could be so casual with you. You were snapped out of your stupor as he stood long legs leading him to the door, you pushed off the chair moving to meet him before he could step foot outside.
âMr Jerimovich please wait,â he stopped his movements hand stalled on the door as he looked at you.
âGiven the situation, I know it sounds a bit ridiculous, but Eva was also written up today.â You paused watching as his eyebrows furrowed.
âAfter the incident, while I was checking her for any wounds, she began to yell at Noah usingâŚexplicit language.â The manâs full body turned to you, his shoulders hunching over as one hand raised to swipe across his mouth, the sound of his incredulous laugh danced through your ears.
âLet me get this straight, some little punk ass kid assaults my little girl, your words. And you write her up because she says a few bad words.â You could understand where his irritation stemmed from, you debated just letting her off with a warning but then other students began repeating her words and the only way for you to help Eva understand the gravity of her actions was to give her consequences.
You began playing with the bracelet on your wrist unsure how much more verbal abuse you could take in one day. Your thoughts raced with the best way to go about this situation and somehow convince him to understand your duty as an educator.
âBetween me and you, I donât think Evaâs reaction was wrong, sheâs allowed to feel whatever she needs to. But her response is where I had to draw the line, other students were repeating her words.â You hoped the look in your eyes could convey whose side you were on in this situation.
The man in front of you sucked his teeth as he shook his head, humorless laughter followed, âIs this the shit they teach at whatever fancy-ass little school you went to? She was hurt and probably angry, what the fuck did you expect from her. Listen, lady, I donât know if you were raised to just roll over and take shit but thatâs not how Iâm raising my daughter.â
Whatever hold you had on your anger quickly slipped away as he continued speaking, âYou donât get to come into my classroom with your stupid little matching tracksuit and the smell of god-awful food wafting off of you and try to tell me about myself. And you also donât get to insult my education and upbringing to make yourself feel better about the fact that the only impression you make in your daughterâs life is the string of curse words that constantly leave your mouth.â
He let out a real laugh this time, hands clapping the noise echoed around the mostly silent classroom, âSo she can fucking speak up for herself, youâre just full of fuckinâ surprises! Why donât you just teach my daughter like youâre paid to and leave the parenting to me, sweetheart.â
You werenât sure when the two of you had gotten so close but you could feel his huffs of breath ghosting across your face, sure he could feel yours as well. It was a few moments of intense eye contact, neither of you wanting to be the first to end it, somehow doing so would be a sign of defeat.
âI would appreciate it from now on if your ex-wife or Evaâs stepfather was my only point of contact where sheâs concerned.â Your words were punctuated by your eyes glancing at the gold band on his ring finger.
It was a low blow and although you didnât particularly like the man in front of you, you knew that he didnât deserve the blaze of your full anger. But you also didnât deserve to be consistently disrespected for just trying to do your job.
You watched on a bit guiltily as his face dropped, his eyes darting between yours before settling into slits as he glared at you, his look of disgust making you feel like you needed to exfoliate the whole day away immediately upon returning home.
No more words were exchanged between the two of you. You watched as he turned back to the door to exit once again, his tall lanky body drifted across the hall collecting Eva. You stood in the entrance of your classroom lip tugged between your teeth as you watched them disappear down the hall. A guilty wave was sent to the small smiling child as she eagerly waved goodbye to you.
The classroom was all prepped and ready to go, the assortment of donuts were all lined up separated between vegan from non-vegan. Events like these always had a good turnout, part of you wishing these types of days were around when you were still in school.
You were nervous and while you wanted to believe it was because the school year was slowly coming to an end and youâd need to figure out how you were going to support yourself over summer break, you knew that some of the nerves had to do with being in the presence of a certain student's father.
Trying to occupy your racing mind, you double-checked that the coffee and hot cocoa were warm and ready to be served. You moved to the door of your classroom, eyes tracing over the âDonuts with Dadâ sign youâd spent all night making, chuckling at how much effort and creativity youâd put into something that would be gone in an hour or two.
You took your place in front of your classroom door, the time on your watch letting you know the main doors would be opening soon. Swarms of students followed by their father figures walked through the halls, your hand waving to greet the first few pairs to enter your classroom letting them know it was alright to help themselves.
The routine of greetings went on for a little while longer, you��d have to tamp down on the way your eyes constantly roved over the heads of other parents hoping to see the tall lanky figure that for some reason raced through your thoughts no matter how much he infuriated you. It had been a few weeks since the last spat the two of you shared and while he hadnât stopped picking up or dropping off Eva, not that you actually expected him to. Neither of you had spoken a word to each other in the time between now and then. You werenât sure what it was but as much as he annoyed the shit out of you, you found yourself missing the irritation he caused you, the way it felt almost fun to have someone push your buttons for the hell of it. It sounded insane the two of you had only met on two occasions and neither of them left a good taste in your mouth but you couldnât help but want more interactions with him, it was finally getting to your head, spending every waking minute with children was finally pushing you over the edge so much so that you willingly wanted to argue with a parent of your student. Maybe it was time to take your friends up on that offer of a night out.
A parent calling out to you drew your attention, your eyes peeking into the classroom to see that it was pretty much full aside from the obvious missing duo.
The rest of your time was spent with each parent and student duo individually. Checking in to make sure they were all doing okay and answering any questions a parent may have had regarding their students' learning experience. Youâd learned from Noahâs uncle who heâd chosen to bring that his parents werenât as involved in his life as they shouldâve been and that he was trying to talk them into getting him into behavioral therapy. You appreciated his honesty and you appreciated even more that he wasnât quick to write off Noahâs behavior as him just being a boy but mostly you were surprised when Noah shyly handed you a letter of apology a similar one in his hand addressed to Eva.
After your rounds, you relegated yourself to your desk taking the time to answer emails and begin planning end-of-the-year activities, your eyes wandered to Evaâs empty cubby every so often concern sinking into you at her absence. There were about 30 minutes left before the adults would have to begin leaving, you were so engrossed in the pro and con list you made about working during a summer school session that you hadnât realized the duo patiently standing in front of your desk.
The clearing of a throat jolted you eyes quickly flashing up, the surprise clear on your face. Your eyes darted between Eva and her father before your mind finally began working. âEva! We were worried you wouldnât be joining us today. Thereâs only about 20 minutes left but you're both welcome to enjoy some donuts and drinks.â
You pointed in the direction of the table where the refreshments were situated smiling at Eva as she eagerly bounced away. You were surprised to see her father still standing in front of your desk. The awkward air radiated heavily between the two of you, you could see his mouth opening and closing as though he had something to say but decided against it before turning to catch up with his daughter.
Focusing back on your previous task seemed almost impossible as your ears eagerly listened out for the heavy lilt of a Chicago accent, you didnât want to seem too eager by approaching the duo so soon, but as the time on the clock continued to tick down you knew youâd have to get it over with.
Quickly standing you smoothed out your blouse before making your way to the table. They were situated at pulling up a chair of your own and trying to ignore the heated glare on the side of your head. âGood morning you two, are you enjoying yourselves?â
Evaâs wide smile punctuated by the faint whipped cream mustache helped to alleviate any lingering doubts that had settled within you. Reluctantly you turned to the only other adult seated at the table; the displeasure of you being seated next to him was evident across his face. You shuffled in your seat feeling uncomfortable under his penetrating gaze, âIs the coffee to your liking?â
It wasnât much but you couldnât sit and stew in the awkward tension forever, hoping that although youâd both made horrible first and second impressions of each other you could just let bygones be bygones. You drummed your fingers together as his stare stayed locked on you giving nothing away about his current thoughts.
âAinât nothinâ to write home about.â His shoulders shrugged in dismissal as he looked away from you, busying himself with the grade-appropriate decorations around your classroom.
Eva was none the wiser to the bad blood between you and her father as she continued munching on her donut, fingers making shapes out of the crumbs that now decorated her table. You twiddled your thumbs trying to figure out the best way to bring up your next topic of conversation.
You cleared your throat, gaining the older manâs attention once more, âMr. Jerimovich, Iâm not sure if youâve heard but we have a field trip coming up,â there was no indication on his end that he was listening, just an unnerving blank stare trained on you. âUnfortunately one of our chaperones had to back out at the last minute, and I thought seeing as you havenât joined us on a field trip this year you might be interested.â
His already too-big body hunched forward, his knee harshly knocking into yours under the table as he leaned into your space across the desk, his movements forced you back sitting ramrod straight in your chair. âSorry sweetheart, Iâm not too sure thatâs a good idea and all ya know seeing as how you made it clear Iâm a horrible influence on children. Wouldnât want to corrupt anyone elseâs kids.â
You bit your lip hard, the words you said to him all those weeks ago finally coming back to bite you in the ass. You had no one to blame but yourself and as easy as it wouldâve been to go tit for tat with him in this moment, you were trying to be the bigger person and put this animosity between the two of you to bed.
A solid hand landing on your shoulder stopped whatever words you were struggling to string together. The unwanted weight caused you to look over your shoulder, surprised to see Noah and his uncle whose name you didnât remember standing behind the three of you.
âHey, sorry to interrupt but I wanted to make sure Noah apologized while I was still here.â You subtly shrugged hoping heâd get the hint and remove his hand and luckily for you, he did. The sound of a grunt met your ears as your eyes flashed back to the initial pair you were speaking with. Evaâs discomfort was palpable as she held on to her fatherâs arm, the young girl not too keen on the turn of events, if she was uncomfortable then Mr. Jerimovich was downright murderous in the way he sized the other man up, an unnecessary brawl sure to happen if you didnât step in.
âEva sweetie, Noah wrote you a letter to apologize for his actions. If you're interested in accepting it thatâs great, but I wonât force you to if you donât want to.â She nodded shyly at your words as she looked at you, her eyes moving up to look at her father as they spoke to each other in a few glances only they understood.
You wished Noahâs uncle wouldâve let you handle the situation how you saw fit instead of bombarding the poor girl, probably making her feel as though she had to accept the letter because she was pressured by his presence. Evaâs eyes found yours once more, a reassuring smile on your lips to assure her whatever decision she made was entirely fine. Her small hand reached out palm face up as she waited for Noahâs letter, the small boy hastily tossing it in her hand while mumbling a reluctant sorry under his breath.
The air was awkward as you waited for the intruders to leave a forced smile drawing to your lips as the manâs hand landed on your shoulder once again this time squeezing it a bit. You let out a sigh of relief when they returned to their previous seats, your thoughts not as jumbled as before as you turned to try and persuade Mr. Jerimovich of your offer.
âYou know you got a lot of nerve talkinâ about the impression I make on my daughter, now youâre begginâ me to save your ass and lettinâ that jagoff fondle you in front of kids. I mean if Iâm a shit influence youâre shittier.â He finished his sentence by taking a bite of his donut, the crumbs catching in his facial hair caused your lip to curl up in disgust.
He was lucky Eva had run off to dispose of her trash and that the ruckus of parents getting ready to leave drowned out his words. âNeed I remind you Mr. Jerimovich that you are in my classroom, a classroom full of children, and still you donât have the self-control to control your cussingâ You stood up dusting the imaginary crumbs off your pants, âClean up your mess and make sure you have your life together the next time you step foot in my classroom.â
âYeah whatever sweetheart I dunno whatâs got you wound so tight, but you better take care of it before you end up bitter and alone.â
A sarcastic laugh escaped at the irony of his words, âRemind me again, which one of us still wears the wedding ring from their failed marriage?â
You werenât sure what possessed you to do it, but arguing with him sent you on a power trip of some sort, your hand reached out to break a piece of his donut off before eating it, your own sad little war prize.
His glare was the most vicious itâd ever been as he watched your mouth work around the sweet treat, âI hope you fucking choke.â
âYou too sweetheart.â Your smile was a borderline snarl as you moved past him, shoulder-checking him on your way to clean up any leftover messes.
Regret wasnât something you experienced often but as you stood listening to the tour guide your shoulder bumping into the tall man next to you from time to time, his annoyed huffs of breaths meeting your ears, you realized that you were your own worst enemy.
When you arrived at the school this morning your excitement was at an all-time high. As much as you loved teaching your students it was nice to get out of the classroom and go on field trips, you also appreciated not having to teach for a day. So as you waited with the other second-grade teachers for all the students and chaperones to arrive you were sure nothing could ruin your day, but that all changed when you saw Eva walk up with her very smug-looking asshole of a father.
You hadnât given it a second thought before you removed yourself from the conversation with Mrs. Monroe legs working overtime to meet up with the father-daughter duo before they could join the rest of the waiting group. Eva smiled brightly as you approached them excitement written across her face the small girl had talked about the trip all week.
âGood morning Ms. Eva, are you ready to explore the museum?â Her head nodded rapidly as she giggled, her hand swinging back and forth in the cage of her fathers, âWhy donât you go join the others while I have a word with your dad.â She nodded, squeezing her fatherâs hand before taking off across the parking lot to join the growing group of second graders.
Looking at the man standing in front of you, you could see your reflection in the stupid-looking sunglasses he wore, the both of you staring each other down. Your eyebrows furrowed as his hand raised in offering to you, your eyes darting from his face to the slip of paper he was holding out. From the color of it, you knew exactly what it was before grabbing it, the chaperone slip you sent home with Eva and asked to make sure her mother got it.
âYou know Mr. Jerimovich, it takes a lot more than filling out a chaperone slip to chaperone a field trip.â You couldnât help but rub it in his face, a part of you needing to antagonize the older man, to be the winner of every interaction the two of you shared.
His lips curled into a smug smile as he took a step closer to you invading your personal space. The fact that he hadnât removed his glasses infuriated you, you didnât enjoy the fact that you could see every emotion racing through your eyes in the reflection while all of his were guarded.
âThat little lizard brain of yours sure doesnât do a lot of thinking does it?â Calling you a lizard was so out of pocket it almost made you laugh, but you bit the inside of your cheek as he continued. âMrs. Monroe was kind enough to help me through the logistics, bless her heart she also had some choice words about your chicken head ass but I donât kiss and tell.â
Your arm ached as he rammed his shoulder into it while walking past you to join the group of waiting children and adults. You never hated a student's parent before but something about Mr. Jerimovich just made you tick, and if Eva wasnât one of your students you surely wouldâve ripped him a new one by now.
The conversation happening at the adult's table droned on, you elicited quiet hums in order not to be pulled into the conversation not too keen on making small talk with people you couldnât care less about.
âOh Richard, Iâve been meaning to ask about the restaurant. I went by the other day for one of those lovely beef sandwiches but the windows were all boarded up. I hope Michaelâs death didnât ruin the business.â Mrs. Monroeâs voice was laced with what some might call curiosity but youâd known the woman long enough to know she was just a nosey old woman trying to sink her teeth into whatever form of gossip she could.
You had no problem keeping your attention on the complimentary lunch provided by the museum, but then you realized who this mysterious Richard she was speaking to mustâve been and your eyes found the manâs face as he began speaking.
âNah, just renovating trying to take the restaurant in a new direction.â He wiped his mouth on a napkin, eyes meeting yours before finding Mrs. Monroe to your right.
It was hard to appear disinterested, but it's not like he would willingly divulge any personal information to you. Not that you wanted him to but you couldnât help but be a little bit curious about the man who raced through your mind every time you ran through hypothetical arguments with him.
âSuch a shame that boys dead. A morbid way to go, isnât it? Shooting yourself in the head.â
The liquid running down your throat came to a stop as you choked on the water. Your airways constricted because of the accidental slip-up, Mrs. Monroeâs blasĂŠ way of speaking had caught you completely off guard and now here you were fighting to get air in your lungs as her wrinkled hand patted you on the back.
Relief came soon after, your lungs gulping down the outside air like a fiend, your wide watery eyes locked on electric blue ones across the table. âIâm gonna check on the kids, would you mind helping Mr. Jerimovich?â
It was almost imperceptible but the look of appreciation that ghosted through his eyes was probably the only form of thanks you would get for helping him out of this situation. The two of you rose from your respective seats grabbing your trash before making your exit and stopping by the trash cans before beginning to make your rounds to check in on the students. The air was quiet between the two of you, and not in a comfortable way but more so suffocating.
âSo you own a restaurant?â Maybe you shouldnât have said anything but you werenât sure how much awkward silence you could take.
You turned to look at him, the two of you stopping in a shaded area of the courtyard, the furrow of his brow enough to let you know he didnât fancy making small talk with you. You let your eyes fall on all the children, watching as they conversed while eating, doing your best to keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary.
âNope,â his voice caught you by surprise, gaining your attention as he stared straight ahead. âIâm just some cog in the machine,â His eyes dropped to yours with little to no emotion scattered through them as he looked at you.
A tight smile lined your lips unsure of whether you should keep the conversation going or let it lapse back into silence. âI uh, Iâm sorry to hear about your friend, he must've been struggling.â
His loud scoff proved that youâd chosen the wrong topic to fall back on, his body turning to you hostility lined his shoulders as he stood straight up. âYou donât know shit about Mikey.â The snarl decorating his lips was vicious, his eyes darted around your face daring you to speak again.
âI didnât mean any disrespect it's just-,â
âJust what? Need more leverage to throw in my face the next time you have a little fuckinâ tantrum.â His words were full of anger, eyes lit up in excitement as though he was just waiting for you to bite, to latch onto the bait heâd set out for you.
And you took it just as easily, âA bit full of yourself to think you take up any space in my mind.â You crossed your arms over your chest as the lie left your lips, it's not like he needed to know that though.
He smirked the rise and fall of his chest brushed against your forearms, âYouâre a fuckinâ liar.â His voice dropped an octave as his eyes darted around your face before trapping you in his gaze, âYou wanna know how I know?â
You didnât, but that didnât stop you from nodding your head anyway, anticipation rolling around in your gut as you awaited his words.
âBecause I do,â you frowned trying to understand what the hell he was trying to say. âI think about you and that bratty ass mouth of yours.â
His words were like a scrambled puzzle in your mind as your brain worked overtime to try and understand the exact meaning behind his words. It wouldâve been presumptuous to believe he meant them in the way your brain was screaming he did, but what else could it mean when a man told you he thought about you?
The sound of a child crying pulled you from your stupor, dissipating whatever tension had risen between you and the man in your personal space. You wanted to say something, needed to say something but it's like your brain had turned to mush, no thoughts made any sense, no sentence structures that could live up to the words he just told you.
So you left. Turned on your heels to find the student whose wails had only grown louder and hoped your brain would return to its default settings sometime soon. Although you knew you would ruminate on his words long after today.
The time on your dashboard told you it was five minutes past the time you agreed upon for the reservation and if you sat in your car any longer your date would consider you a no-show. You sighed grabbing your clutch and keys off of the passenger seat before slowly exiting the car, a part of you wanting to just drive home and forget this ever happened.
Initially, you hadnât planned on accepting his offer of dinner, not usually one to mix your professional life with your social life, but upon realizing how long it had been since your last date you figured accepting the invite would be harmless.
Taking one last look in the reflection on your window you steeled your nerves and made your way to the entrance of the restaurant. One last deep breath rattled your lungs before you opened the door and let the delicious aroma of food attack your senses. Upon entering you were immediately greeted by who you assumed to be a host.
âWelcome to The Bear do you have a reservation?â You stared blankly at the man in front of you eyes occupied with tracing the few patches of ink that were visible on his skin, you could tell you were making him uncomfortable as he began fiddling with the cuffs of his jacket.
Your eyes found his once more an apologetic smile on your lips, âYeah, sorry uh I think the reservations under Vanderbilt? Iâm meeting someone.â
The man stood across from you nodding eyes falling to the reservation book on the podium, his finger tracing the name before looking up at you once more. âRight this way mâlady.â He did a mock bow motioning for you to follow behind him, his actions getting a quiet laugh out of you.
You followed him through the maze of tables eyeing the other patrons as you passed them before coming to a stop. A quiet thank you passed between you and the host as he gracefully pulled your chair out for you before letting you know theyâd be back to take your order shortly. You watched as he walked off, not ready to be left alone on your first date in months.
âWas starting to think you might not show.â Beauâs words tore you from your thoughts as your eyes flashed to his, an apologetic smile lined your lips.
You tried not to fiddle with your hands, moving them from atop the table to settle in your lap, âSorry, I didnât mean to keep you waiting.â
He waved your words off as though you couldâve been an hour late and he wouldnât have minded, âHave you been here before? It's fairly new but I think it used to be a sandwich place, the head chefâs some bigshot from New York.â
Quiet hums escaped you at his explanation, you wouldâve never come to this restaurant of your own volition, the aesthetics were beautiful, and having only been here for a few minutes you already found it comforting. But your salary wasnât designed to be spent on an establishment such as this.
âNo, this is my first time.â The casual conversation was helping to steel any leftover nerves you had
âWell, I hope I can make it worth it.â He was charming, to say the least, youâd give him that, his words drawing a small smile out of you, maybe this would go better than you expected.
The two of you engaged in small talk a few minutes more discussing which entrees the both of you were thinking about getting before you were finally interrupted.
âWell arenât the two of you just a handsome couple please forgive my forwardness but you complement each other exceptionally well.â The words were spoken from behind you, you had to stop yourself from laughing at how thick they were laying it on, Beau preened across from you like heâd got the best promotion of your life. âAre we ready to order?â
Beau gave a polite nod as his hand gestured towards you, âLadies first.â
You smiled eyes checking the menu one last time before turning to give your order, your brain short-circuited at the figure standing over your table. Neither of you spoke, and both of your smiles slowly disappeared as realization set in at the same time.
âMr. Jerimovich?â You hadnât seen him since he chaperoned the field trip, usually bumping into Evaâs mom or stepfather during pick-ups and drop-offs.
âSorry sweetheart, that's an off-the-menu item.â His voice had an underlying tone of humor in it as his eyes subtly traced across your face before taking in what he could see of you above the table.
You stared up at him taking in the crisp suit he was wearing, surprised that he owned something that wasnât made predominantly of spandex and cotton. Amusement danced through your eyes and your lips ticked up in a small smile the longer you stared at each other. âDo you have any recommendations for what's on the menu then?â
The man stared down at you, eyes bouncing between yours as he rolled his lips in trying to hide the smile threatening to take over his face. âWell weâve got rave reviews about our steak which I do have to agree with, but that makes me a bit biased.â He paused for a second making sure he hadnât lost your attention. âBut if your taste buds are longing for the sea, our amberjack might be what you're looking for.
You nodded, resting your head against the knuckles of your fist as you continued smiling up at him. âSounds delicious, Iâll have the Bucatini.â
A laugh shot through him, the small shake of his head almost imperceptible as he gave you one last look before turning to the man across the table. Your own eyes found your date across from you, a surge of guilt raced through you as you realized youâd written off his presence. You listened as Beau ordered, the two men trading words regarding items on the menu before you were once again left alone with your date.
âYou two seemed friendly, did you know him?â He was trying to play off at being nonchalant but the curiosity in his voice gave him away.
âHardly, heâs a parent of one of my students.â You were surprised Beau hadnât remembered him from the âDonuts With Dadâ event, but there was no way you were gonna bring up what happened between his nephew and Eva while you were off the clock. âSo, tell me about yourself.â
And so he did throughout the whole meal, you were barely able to get a sentence out before he was back to making the conversation about him. You werenât sure if he even realized he was doing it but you didnât care all that much to call him out on it.
Youâd zoned out after Beau once again began talking about his job in finance, listening just enough to know when you needed to appear interested. Your mind went back and forth on whether getting dessert is a good idea or not.
âCan I interest the lovely couple in our dessert menu?â It was like he read your mind, two dessert menus held in his hands as he looked between you and Beau, his stare seeming to linger on you longer than necessary.
Before you could even open your mouth to speak Beauâs voice spoke for you. âI think weâll just take the checks, boss. Do me a favor and split it as evenly as you can.â
There was a moment of silence surrounding your table, you wished you could say you were surprised but that was far from the truth. While Beau initially seemed like a decent guy, the topics of conversation he always seemed to land on told you this was a signature move of his one of those âtestsâ to see if his dates were interested in him or the moneybags that came with his family name.
âYouâre fine with that right, I mean I think it's only fair.â Beauâs words were aimed at you now eyebrows raised as if daring you to say no.
You rolled your eyes, fingers tracing around the wine glass youâd been babysitting for most of the night before you looked up at the older man a tight smile on your lips âWeâll take the check please.â
You watched in relief as his car exited the parking lot, a huge weight lifted off your chest at having been done with that date. Heâd left with the promise of calling you the next day but you already knew you wouldnât be answering that call.
Footsteps sounded from behind you, your lack of self-preservation skills had you spinning around before youâd thought better of it, upon seeing his face you leaned back onto the hood of your car arms crossing around your chest as you waited for him to stop in front of you. His hand stretched out in the distance between you before any words were spoken, your eyes fell to the wrapper in his hands, the streetlights bouncing off of it.
âYouâre not trying to poison me are you?â His grip loosened around the square package as it passed from his hand to yours.
He shrugged hand falling back into his pocket, âDonât think so highly of yourself princess, that would mean I gave a shit about you.â
A small chuckle left you as your eyes fell on the package in your hand, it took you a minute to figure out what it was before you realized it was a donut, a smile tugging at your lips as you thought about the last time the two of you had been together and donuts were involved.
The two of you stood in a comfortable silence for the first time since your initial meeting, neither of you knew what to say to the other seeing as this was your first ever interaction that hadnât turned hostile.
âDonât they have rules and shit about dating your students' parents?â His words were punctuated by the motion of him slipping a cigarette between his lips, his other hand using his lighter to light it. You watched as he took a few drags, not at all surprised to find out he was a smoker.
He took a few more puffs of the cigarette before holding it out to you in offering, your nose scrunched in disgust as you shook your head no before responding to the question he asked. âTechnically heâs not a parent and the school year ends this week. So come Friday afternoon my students will no longer be my students.â
You looked at him, not breaking your stare as you opened the sweet treat, breaking off a piece and savoring the myriad of flavors as they settled on your tongue. The two of you fell back into that silence, the quiet chatter of Chicagoâs nightlife filled in the absence your voices left.
âWhat the fuck did you see in that kid anyway?â You shrugged, breaking off another piece of the donut and eating it. âI mean who the fuck spends a whole date talking about how rich they are and then splits the bill? Motherfucker didnât even leave a tip and you did.â
Amusement decorated your face as you watched him pace his tirade about your lackluster date borderline passionate. âYo and donât get me started on how fuckinâ boring that kid was. Like what the fuck would he even know what to do with a brat like you.â
Your eyebrows raised watching as he stomped out the cigarette, his body full-on facing you once more. You held the last piece of the donut out to him, eyes falling to his hand as it grazed yours, the glaring lack of a wedding band around his finger intriguing you.
He popped the bit into his mouth, lips wrapping around his forefinger and thumb as you spoke up. âYou talk as if you know me.â Your eyes left his lips to hold his stare once more, âTell me Mr. Jerimovich, what would you do with a brat like me?â
This was dangerous territory and you knew it but that didnât stop you from wanting to dip your toes in and see how youâd come out the other side. You watched in anticipation as he looked at you, eyes heavy with every word running through his head that he wasnât saying. His feet moved him forward, your knee brushed against his thigh as he slotted himself between your legs, your head tilting up to look at him from your seated position on the hood.
The air between the two of you was charged, both of you waiting for the other to bite first. You held his gaze determined to not be the first one to give in, his eyes left yours for a moment pools of blue dipping to the curve of your lips. You stilled as his hand reached out, the rough pad of his thumb gently rubbing across your bottom lip before tapping against it, his eyes daring you to open up even a little bit. Wherever he was concerned you would never back down from a challenge, and you didnât, lips wrapping around the warm appendage as you sucked gently the taste of icing dancing across your tongue.
âIâd take care of this mouth of yours, wouldnât want you getting in trouble with someone else.â It was like the world had gone silent, all you could hear was his husky voice and the loud pop your mouth made as he removed his thumb.
You could see that his pupils had blown wide, almost positive that yours looked the same, âWhat if I only want trouble with you?â
There was a split second of stillness before his hand shot out, the roughness of his palm wrapped around your neck with no intention of harming you, just a weight trapping you between him and the car. Without a second thought your hand reached out to wrap around his tie, a small pull on it was all you needed for him to get the message.
It was hot and heavy, all tongues and teeth the moment his lips found purchase on yours. All the months of pent-up frustration between the two of you were being poured into this kiss, your tongues locked in a battle as if whoever won was proof that they were the superior opponent. You took your chance to bite his bottom lip, the motion pulled a low grunt from his chest, his free hand moving to cup the small of your back as he scooted you even further down the hood, your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist practically sitting in his lap at this point.
Surprise shot through you as the pressure on your neck became much more than decorative, as his large palm squeezed, your mouth opened wider in a gasp as he took the chance to shove his tongue down your throat. The eroticism of it all had your legs tightening around him as you searched for any friction, coming up empty as you languidly sucked on his tongue.
His mouth ripped away from yours, lips peppered heated kisses along your jawline as you looked at the stars through your lust-addled gaze, âYour mouth tastes like shit.â You werenât sure why you said it but it was like you needed to rile him up.
A hoarse laugh left him as his lips and tongue began to lavish kisses around your throat, hand moving to push the sleeve of your dress down as his lips found your shoulder. You were lost in the ecstasy of it all before a sharp pain shot through you.
âDo you ever shut the fuck up?â His question was followed by another bite in the same spot as your head rolled back enjoying the painful ache it brought.
âN-no,â your words were broken off in a wanton moan as his lips glided across the exposed skin of your chest before his teeth sank into the flesh on your other shoulder.
Itâd been so long since anyone had touched you like this and your brain felt like it was going into overdrive. You werenât sure if he knew exactly how to make your body sing or if you were just so touch starved the simplest of touches would get you going.
A gasp escaped you as you felt his calloused fingertips skating up the exposed flesh of your thigh, the position he had you in made your dress bunch up around your waist. His mouth was still decorating the skin of your neck and while you shouldâve told him not to leave any marks you couldnât bring yourself to care anymore, not when his fingers found the elastic of your panties that sat against your hip, and not when his big hand began massaging said hip.
You let out a quiet whine as his hand teased the band of your panties, the hand having skated further under your dress as he snapped the elastic against your skin. Your hand reached out to grip his bicep trying to ground yourself as his teasing made your head spin.
âP-please touch me Mr. Jerimovich.â You knew exactly what you were doing calling him that but in that moment you didnât care, you just wanted him to stop teasing you.
His head shot up from your throat hand paused at your waist as he stared you down, his eyes were more black than blue now. The feeling of his blunt nails digging into your hip had you wincing, before you could even string together a sentence your mouth fell open on a high-pitched moan as his hips rammed into you the hardened length of his bulge began grinding into you both of his hands on either of your hips as he helped you rock yourself against him.
You could see the enjoyment in his eyes at watching you fuck yourself against him, each drag of his cock hit your clit deliciously the mixture of friction from your panties and the seam of his pants had your eyes welling up with tears as you bit your lip at the stimulation.
âYou gonna fuckinâ cry?â You shook your head at his condescending question doing a horrible job of trying to remain unaffected. âYouâre a real fuckinâ brat you know that? Arguinâ with me every chance you get, coming to my place of work with that fuckinâ loser.â
The raspiness of his voice was going to be your kryptonite and you needed him to shut the fuck up. Your hand untangled from his tie to reach for the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss just to get some silence. This kiss was different, a bit slower, and somehow a bit more passionate than the last. His lips moved tenderly against yours, his hands that found a home on your hips doing the same the slowness of the kiss translating to the tempo as he bucked up into you.
Your brain was already too overstimulated to try and understand why your heart began to feel like it was beating out of your chest, to piece together why being held against his chest like this felt like something you could see yourself enjoying and getting used to. Your mouths moved in sync with the tameness of the kiss not matching the ferocity either of you usually bestowed upon each other. The slowness of his hips rocking into yours was the icing on the cake, two bodies yearning for each other, for more than this parking lot tryst.
The sound of a car door closing pulled you from the fantasy drifting through your head, your body arching as far away from him as it could even though your need to continue being touched told you otherwise. His hands quickly left your hips, his whole body caging you in as he looked around the parking lot to make sure no one could see you. The noise had come from across the street, the civilian entering their car none the wiser to the reckless behavior you were engaged in.
It hit you all at once as you looked up at him eyes wide and filled with tears that slowly began to shed. Your palms pressed into his chest shoving him away from you as you hurriedly scrambled to get off of the car, hands fumbling to pull your dress down jumping in place as the warmth of his hands began helping you.
âYou good?â
âNo!â You hadnât meant to shout but your nerves pushed you over the edge, you shook your head as he raised his hands in defense. âIâm a teacher and I almost let you fuck me in public. What if someone saw? I could lose my job.â
The consequences of your actions were beginning to set in. You were too busy in your world of lust whatever logic you had seemed to slip away with every caress of his fingers, every press of his mouth. You werenât a reckless person and maybe thatâs what drew you into this situation: a desire to throw caution to the wind, the tears streamed down your face as you ran through every negative scenario racing through your head.
âHey, câmere,â you didnât get a chance to argue before his hands were pulling you into his chest, one holding your head against him while you tried to calm down. âShh, youâre gonna be okay. I promise no one saw, nothing's gonna happen.â
You scoffed, moving your head to look at him, not interested in any lies. âMr. Jeri-,â
âRichie.â His hand on your neck began massaging soothing circles into your flesh, the light touch calmed you a bit, âCall me Richie.â
It felt too personal. From the way he held you in the dim parking lot trying to alleviate your worries, to the way he looked at you eyes full of an emotion you werenât quite used to seeing as you stared at him.
âIâŚI should go.â You made no move to step out of his embrace, eyes locked on his as his hand gently squeezed the back of your neck.
You stepped out of his embrace, the chilly Chicago air sent a shiver down your spine at the loss of body heat. You watched in silence as he stripped out of his suit jacket, your eyes landing on the smear of your makeup against his once pristine white shirt, eyes falling a little lower to the wet patch youâd left on the front of his slacks, white-hot shame shooting through you. You didnât say anything as he wrapped the jacket around your shoulders, nodding your head in thanks too embarrassed to apologize for the stains youâd left on his clothes.
Neither of you spoke or made any indication of moving, his hands falling back into his pants pockets as you tugged the jacket tighter around yourself.
âRichie? Where you at man were ready for that little debrief thing you like doing.â The voice made you jump trying to fold in on yourself while Richie stepped in front of you hiding you from view in case the person walked around the derelict fence hiding the two of you from the back door to the restaurant.
âJust uh give me a minute Marcus!â Your eyes stayed glued to his back, wishing more than anything for this whole night to end and pretend it never happened.
He stood still until the sound of the door slamming shut reached his ears before his body swiveled back around to face you. âYou good to drive home?â
You nodded, sending him a tired smile as the two of you began walking to the driverâs side door. Digging through your clutch you found your keys unlocking the car, stepping out of the way as he opened the door for you guiding you to get in. You stopped with one foot in the car turning to shimmy out of his jacket before his hands landed on your shoulder stopping your movements.
âDonât worry about it.â You unconsciously settled into him, his fingers working out the tension you held onto. Your breath hitched as his hands skated from your shoulder to your neck before finding purchase on your cheeks, the rough skin of his thumbs gently swiping the tear stains away.
You felt vulnerable under his gaze, not sure if you were comfortable with him looking at you without that glimmer of anger and frustration in his eyes. He leaned forward unexpectedly, chapped lips burning a tender kiss into the skin of your forehead, lips lingering for longer than necessary before he pulled back.
âDo me a favor and get home safe.â The side of his lips ticked up in a smile.
Before you could lose your resolve you leaned in, kissing the edge of his lips where the ghost of a smile began before stepping the rest of the way into your car and watching as he stepped out of the way to close your door. He watched you drive off a small wave of his hand sent in your direction.
You drove home in a daze, mind still back in that parking lot. You worried your bottom lip between your teeth as your car filled with the scent of nicotine mixed with pine trees the only culprit of the scent was the jacket neatly sat in your passenger seat. The choice of cologne was so odd it was surprising you hadnât smelled it when you were trying to devour Richie in the parking lot, a smile raised to your lips before you started laughing at the chaotic night you had.
Your laughs died down as you promised yourself that it would never happen again, even though you could feel the growing urge to throw yourself into whatever that was headfirst. But logic was slowly coming back to you, giving you a myriad of reasons why it was a horrible idea and why it couldnât happen again.
And now all you had to remember the moment was a jacket that smelled like nicotine mixed with some weird woodsy musk cologne and the yearning feeling left behind by his bruising kiss.
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COZY LITTLE MUMMY â Ë・ ŕ¨ŕ§Ë ethan landry
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loudly woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of a fire alarm going off in the dorms, you were smart enough to grab a blanket before you left. too bad the cute guy a few rooms over forgot to do the same, and he looks cold.
cw á°.á sfw ,, up to you whether you want ethan to be ghostface here or not itâs not mentioned ,, fluff ,, ethan doesnât know how to talk to people ,, gn!reader
PURPOSELY LOWERCASE đ§ &&. written on iphone sorry if funky =)
the graphite-lullaby hidden deep in the city seemed to bring you a sense of security lathered in warmth and the feeling of a fluffy and soft blanket wrapped around your body like a self made cocoon.
as you lay there, cozy and safe while feeling the surroundings around you all fade away as you surrendered yourself to the night, eyelids droopy and body giving its final notice for the day; there was only one thing on your mind, and that was nothing at all.
at least, thatâs how it was.
a loud screeching sound you could only identify as a fire alarm seemed to rip itself through the sound barrier, blazing a blinding white light through under the cracks of your door and the frenzy and panic of students hustling through the hallways stirred you away from the rest of your sleep you were desperately chasing after.
though you wished to ignore it, to flip over and continue into your peaceful bliss, you knew better, mumbling tired insults and swears under your breath at the idiot who probably started the fire.
scooting out of bed, blanket still wrapped around you and hair going in what felt like every which way, you slid on some shoes as quickly as possible, reaching for your phone with a yawn and holding it close to you while walking up to your door, flinging it open and immediately being met with a mass of students fleeing down the hallways.
you wanna let out an agitated sound but decide against in, shutting your dorm door behind you before finding a spot along the crowd to escape the building from, scampering through the halls and down the stairs to exit the building.
into the rich tapestry of a darkened blue your shoes meet the stoney pavement of the outside, walking along the path to find yourself located now in the blackmore university dorm room school parking lot where almost a hundred other students were, talking to their friends in awe about the situation and already starting small and useless gossip about what couldâve happened or who started the flames.
you find yourself standing alone under the lucid moon, a cold night breeze dancing itâs way past you.
classmates were swarmed all around like a hive of insects, blankets and jackets alike covering the bodies of others as the chilly wind made itself known.
you glanced around, hugging the security of your own cloth material closer to your body.
youâre unsure what to do, standing around as you wait for the okay signal to go back in. you could be outside for minutes. it could be up to an hour.
in the sea of bundled up students, your gaze landed upon a familiar figure standing alone, hugging himself in a futile attempt to ward off the biting cold. it was ethan, the shy boy from a few dorms down, now shivering without the warmth of a blanket or jacket to call his own.
his usually neat hair was disheveled with bed head, sticking out in awkward tufts from the chill. his arms were wrapped tightly around his slender frame, hands clutching at the thin fabric of his shirt. the material did little to protect him from the elements and you could see his teeth chattering slightly as he tried to stamp his slides against the icy ground.
despite the darkness and chaos of the other students surrounding you both, there was something about ethans solitary figure that caught your attention. maybe it was the vulnerability he exuded, or perhaps the fact that you had shared a few awkward smiles in passing before. whatever the reason, you found yourself drawn to him.
tucking the blanket tighter around your shoulders, you made your way over to where the curly haired boy stood, the cold night air nipping at your heels. as you approached, he glanced up, his brown eyes wide and startled. a faint blush crept up his neck as he noticed your approach and he quickly dropped his gaze, staring down at his slides peeking out from under his pajama pants.
"uh, hi," ethan stammered, his voice slightly hoarse from the cold. "did you.., did you need something?" he rubbed his arms, trying to generate some warmth. the chill was evident in the goosebumps prickling his skin and the way he hunched his shoulders.
you stopped a few feet away from him, the blanket wrapped snugly around you. "i was just going to offer to share my blanket," you said, gesturing to the extra material draped over your shoulders. "you look pretty cold, and i have enough room under here for one more."
ethans eyes widened in surprise and he opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. he glanced down at your blanket, then back up at you, a mix of gratitude and disbelief on his face. "oh, um, thank you," he finally managed to say, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
you couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle at the boys flustered state, finding his awkwardness oddly endearing. "well, we can't have you turning into a human popsicle out here," you teased, shrugging off a portion of the blanket and taking a step closer to him.
his gaze flickering from your face to the offered blanket and back again. he swallowed hard, adam's apple bobbing in his slender throat. "i, um, i don't know what to say," he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck in a nervous gesture. "i don't want to impose..."
you rolled your eyes playfully, shaking your head. "don't be silly," you interrupted, reaching out to drape the extra blanket around his narrow shoulders. "its not like I'm going to let you freeze to death out here."
as you settled the blanket around him, your fingers brushed against his arm and you felt him shiver, though whether it was from the cold or your touch, you couldn't be sure. the blanket was a bit too large for his slender frame and he had to tug at it a few times to get it to stay put.
"there," you spoke with satisfaction, "much better. you look like a cozy little mummy now."
the landry boys blush deepened at your words, spreading across his cheeks and even dipping down to color the tips of his ears. "a mummy?" he repeated, sounding slightly scandalized. "i don't know if i should be flattered by that comparison."
shrugging, you grinned at him impishly. "well, you know what they say - if the blanket fits..." you quipped, letting the joke hang in the air between you.
he opened his mouth as if to retort, but then closed it again, shaking his head in rueful amusement. "that⌠was horrible," he said, but there was a note of fondness in his voice that belied the words. a ghost of a smile even threatened to reveal itself beyond his lips.
ethan let out a soft, surprised laugh. "though i suppose i should just be grateful you're not trying to shank me underneath this thing and bury me alive, blanket and all."
you couldn't help but grin back at him, feeling a sense of camaraderie blossoming between you in the midst of the chaotic evacuation. "i did say you looked like a cozy little mummy," you pointed out, leaning in closer to him as you spoke. in doing so, your shoulders brushed against each other, the combined warmth of your shared blanket and proximity creating a pleasant contrast to the biting cold.
the brunettes breath hitched slightly at the contact, and he glanced down at where your shoulders touched, a faint blush still dusting his cheeks. "i suppose i should count my blessings then," he murmured, a hint of playfulness entering his voice. "though im not sure id make a very good mummy. id get too restless and try to claw my way out of the wrappings."
"probably," you agreed, nodding sagely. "you don't strike me as the patient type." as you spoke, you realized that you were still standing quite close to him, your faces mere inches apart. the soft blanket draped over your shared shoulders, cocooning you both in a warm, intimate space amidst the chilly night and the chatter of your dorm mates.
his gaze flicked up to meet yours, and for a moment, there was a charged silence between you. the air seemed to still and you had the sudden, crazy thought that he might lean in and close the scant distance between your lips. but then he blinked and the moment passed.
"guess you've got me all figured out then," his voice dropped to a soft whisper, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "though im not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing." he mumbled under his breath, and there was a note of something unreadable in his voice, a hint of meaning beneath the words. you decided to ignore it, not wanting to pry.
it was a heady feeling lingering in the air, one that made your heart race and your skin prickle with something more than just the cold.
but as quickly as it had come, it had gone. he cleared his throat, glancing away as if suddenly self-conscious about your proximity.
"anyway, um, thanks again for the blanket," he said, fingering the edge of it nervously. "youre.. really nice to share it with me like this."
shrugging, you tried to act casual even as your pulse continued to flutter in your chest. "its no big deal," you assured him, though you knew it was a small lie. sharing your blanket with the boy felt like a big deal, even if you couldn't quite put your finger on why.
as if sensing your thoughts, he glanced back at you, a tentative smile on his face. "im still glad you did," his voice was gentle, a warmth coated in his words that didnât quite reach the depth behind his intense eyes that bore into yours. it was like he was this flustered shy school boy and this cocky, intelligent and confident student all at the same time.
you felt a warmth bloom in your chest at his words, and you found yourself smiling back at him, your eyes meeting his in the dim light. "yeah," you agreed, your voice just as soft. "no problem."
for a moment you simply stood there, shoulder to shoulder, sharing your blanket. it was strange, you thought, how you could feel so at ease with someone you barely knew. but then again, maybe it wasn't so strange after all. sometimes, you just clicked with people, and there was no rhyme or reason to it.
suddenly, a gust of wind whipped through the parking lot, sending your hair flying and the blanket fluttering. ethan let out a startled yelp as the cold air hit his face, and he instinctively leaned closer to you, seeking shelter under the blanket.
you laughed at his reaction, your eyes sparkling with mirth. "careful, the wind might carry you away like a tumbleweed," you teased, teasingly holding onto the blanket to keep him anchored.
he rolled his eyes, but a reluctant smile tugged at his lips. "ha ha. very funny." sarcasm laced his words, but there was no real bite. "ill have you know im not that easily blown away."
"oh, that right?" you challenged playfully, a mischievous glint in your eye. "from where im standing, you look like a human kite in this wind."
his smile widened, a hint of laughter escaping him. "i would at least be a cute kite. or a cool one." he retorted, a note of playfulness in his voice.
you couldn't argue with that assessment, not with the way his chocolate brown hair was whipping around in the wind and his eyes were sparkling with humor. "cute" was definitely the right word for ethan in that moment.
you grinned at his response, feeling a surge of warmth that had nothing to do with the blanket wrapped around you. " youd be a cute kite." you teased, bumping your shoulder against his in a friendly gesture.
ethan blushed at your words, ducking his head slightly to hide the reddening of his cheeks. "i, uh, i wasn't..." he stammered, before catching himself and shaking his head. "n-nevermind."
you chuckled, amused by his flustered state. he huffed, but you could see the smile he was trying to suppress.
he opened his mouth, eager to find some sort of retort to half-ass, but hesitated, closing his mouth again.
the second time he goes to open it, he gets cut off.
a sudden announcement crackled over the loudspeaker. "attention all residents, the fire was a false alarm and the building has been deemed safe after inspection. you may now return to your dorms."
around you the sea of students began to stir, the chatter and murmurs growing louder as they prepared to head back inside. Ethan glanced up at the sound, his eyes widening slightly as he processed the news.
"well, that's good," he said, a note of relief in his voice. he shifted as if to move, but then paused, seeming to remember the blanket still draped over his shoulders. he looked at you questioningly. "should we, um, should we head back too?"
you hummed, tugging the blanket a bit tighter around yourself. "we shall," you agreed.
he nodded and fell into step beside you as you began to make your way back towards the dorms. the blanket draped over your shoulders, binding you together.
as you walked, you couldn't help but steal glances at ethan from the corner of your eye. his cheeks were still tinged pink and he kept his gaze fixed straight ahead, as if determined not to meet your eyes. it was cute, really, how easily you could fluster him.
a gust of wind caught the blanket just as you finally made it inside the building, threatening to pull the cloth off your shoulders. ethan stumbled slightly, and instinctively, he reached out to grab onto you, his hand finding your wrist. "whoa," he said, steadying himself. "sorry about that."
you acted on impulse, enjoying his touch too much and suddenly feeling bold and not wanting ethan to stumble again. as he regained his balance, you reached out and grasped his hand, lacing your fingers with his. the boys eyes widened in surprise at the sudden contact, and he glanced down at your intertwined hands before meeting your gaze.
"careful," you said softly, a playful smile on your lips as you guided him to walk closer to you, your hands still clasped together. "wouldnt want you to fall and take me down with you."
his blush deepened to a shade of red you didn't think was possible, spreading from his cheeks down to the tip of his nose. he swallowed hard, his adams apple bobbing. "i-i, um, âm being careful," he said, his voice slightly hoarse and extremely quiet.
you and ethan walked hand in hand through the now quiet school halls, the ruckus fading as more kids made it to their rooms. the only sounds were the distant murmurs of your fellow students who hadnât yet made it inside and the soft shuffling of your feet on the linoleum floor. the emergency lights cast an eerie glow, casting long shadows that danced and swayed with each step.
the brown eyed boys hand felt warm and slightly clammy in yours, a testament to his nervousness. you could feel the delicate bones of his fingers, the calluses from where he gripped his pencil too tightly as he studied. it was a comforting feeling to have his hand in yours. it almost gave you a sense of responsibility, too. like you had to guide him to safety.
as you turned the corner, the long hallway stretched out before you, leading towards the dormitory wing. ethan's arm continued to brush against yours as you walked, the contact sending a little shiver down your spine.
ethan stumbled slightly, his foot catching on the carpet. he tightened his grip on your hand, and instinctively, you pulled him closer to steady him. he collided with your side, his shoulder pressing against the back of yours.
"shit! s-sorry," he mumbled, his face flushed and his gaze downcast. "im not usually this clumsy, i swear.â he trails off in embarrassment.
you giggled, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "its okay," you said, your voice soft and reassuring. "ive got you.â
he swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. "i, um, you, ah..." he stammered, his usual awkwardness amplified by your comforting tone.
you couldn't help but find his reaction endearing, the way he got all tongue-tied and red-faced at the slightest bit of kindness.
as you continued your walk down the hallway, closer to your room, he seemed to lean into you slightly, as if seeking comfort and support.
suddenly, just before you reach your door, ethan stopped short, pulling you up with him. "wait," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "i just wanted to, uh, thank you. for everything." he glanced down at your intertwined hands, then back up at you, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "youve been really nice to me tonight."
you smiled softly at his heartfelt thanks, feeling a warm glow spread through your chest. "of course," you said, giving his hand a final squeeze before gently pulling your fingers from his grasp.
with that, you reached up and tugged the blanket off of ethans shoulders, tossing it over your forearm. he looked down at the fabric, then back up at you, a flicker of disappointment in his eyes.
"don't be a stranger now," you said with a playful wink. "and try not to miss me too much until our next fire drill."
ethan blushed, a shy smile tugging at his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck. "ill try not to," he said, but there was a note of hesitation in his voice that made you wonder if he was telling the truth.
you turned and slipped inside your room, closing the door softly behind you. for a long moment, you leaned against the door, a silly grin on your face as you replayed the events of the night in your head.
on the other side of the door, ethan stood frozen, staring at the now closed door as if he could see right through it. the intense, blazing look in his eyes softened into a thoughtful gaze, a myriad of emotions flickering across his face.
a fierce feeling bubbled in his gut, a confusing mix of gratitude, longing, and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on. he pressed a hand against the door, as if trying to preserve the warmth and closeness of the moment, before letting out a soft sigh.
his heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the closed door. the intensity of his gaze could have burned a hole through the wood, so consumed was he by the sudden overwhelming urge to see you again.
he didn't understand it.
this feeling that had taken hold of him.
It was new and scary, but also exhilarating in a way he had never experienced before.
all he knew was that he couldn't let this be the last time he talked to you.
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a / n : i would suck the meat off this man btw :3
started 8.5.2023. finished 1.15.2025.
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reciprocation.
spencer agnew x f!reader, enemies to lovers for anon.
mostly fluff, but there is angst (in my opinion)
summary: it started innocuous. a well-meaning question from your best friend. it all spiraled from there.
there are some things in life that are universally true and agreed upon. the sky is blue. the grass is green. and you and spencer agnew hate each other. when your closest friends grow tired of this nonsense, they hatch a plan. it's unlikely, silly, even. but it works.
word count: 13.6k (yes i'm posting this as a one-shot, not multi-chaptered, sorry lol)
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"does the whole 'hating spencer' schtick ever get tired to you?" angela asked one day, while the two of you were out to lunch.
it was a sunny day, as usual, and you started sweating through your tank top just a little harder. perhaps the sun came out from behind a stray cloud.
"i'm sorry?" was your response, followed by a forkful of pasta.
"y'know, this weird bit you guys have going on." ang stared at you, analyzing your face, looking for a reaction.
all she saw was confusion. "i'm not... sure what you mean? we don't have 'a bit'. we aren't friends. kind of hard to have an inside joke when you only spend time together on camera. and half the time i drown him out anyway," you shrugged. neither of you liked each other, and that was fine. you were used to it, and the familiarity was nice. smosh was a very busy and ever-changing job. being able to rely on that was kind of nice. you were never a fan of change, anyway.
"wait, so you and spencer actually dislike each other? like, for real?" your best friend looked genuinely taken aback. you weren't sure why, you had thought it was fairly obvious that the two of you didn't get along.
"yes, we actually dislike each other 'like, for real', angela. i thought that was clear, you've seen the way we interact." you were gathering up another forkful of pasta, and angela started laughing. "why the fuck are you laughing?"
"because it's comical? i thought it was a bit! i thought you two were friends and it was just, like, a long, drawn-out joke, honestly."
"why on earth would you think that it was a bit, ang? i'm a good comedian but i'm not that great of a liar. i wouldn't be able to keep up a conspiracy like that. i fear thatâs too much work for me." you ate your forkful finally. angela was still looking at you in disbelief, a few small cackles escaping her now and then.
"yeah, that's fair. crazy bit to commit so hard to, i guess. wait, so why don't you like him?" the brunette had abandoned her pasta at this point, bowl pushed slightly out of the way so she can gesticulate with freedom. "and why doesn't he like you? are you secretly middle school rivals? rivals in some niche video game scene? did he outbid you on a guitar on ebay and now you've vowed to ruin his life?"
you rolled your eyes, lovingly. your favorite thing about angela was how far she could take a joke. picked it up and ran with it. you leaned in, your voice barely audible. "you want to know a secret?"
her eyes widened, leaning in and matching your whisper, "yes, please spill!"
you shifted your eyes from left to right, as though looking for someone who could overhear and ruin your life. you took a deep breath in, preparing to spill⌠the truth.
"i don't actually know why we hate each other," you whispered, shrugging before sitting back in your chair with an air of finality.
"what?!"
"shh, oh my god, shut the fuck up--"
"what do you mean you don't know?" angela was moving her arms wildly at this point, "why do you still hate him then? does he know? what the fuck?"
"babe, i need you to calm down, we are still very much in a public restaurant--"
"and? spill, bitch, or you're paying the full bill."
"fine! god. i genuinely cannot tell you why we hate each other. yes, we do really hate each other. yes, he knows i hate him, and yes, i know he hates me. that has been the only thing we have ever agreed upon in our entire time at smosh. no, we aren't secretly hate fucking. no, i don't have his number, we only talk at and about work so we use slack. no, i don't know why the hate is mutual, i just know that it is. no, i don't plan on trying to change that any time soon. happy?"
before she could respond with what was likely another barrage of questions, your server came to the table and sat the bill down in front of angela.
"they always assume that i'm paying, what the hell?"
you were glad for the distraction.
â° .á
"hello and welcome to you posted that? you posted that is a show where we embarrass our guests with their old, cringy, insane social media posts!" the room filled with cheers as ian intro'd the show, and you were so excited to finally be on it. but you also were nervous to see what they dug from the depths of your twitter.
"joining us today..." ian faked a drumroll on the podium, "our first guest is trevor evarts!"
"please don't bring up any of my rhett and link tweets," he said with a wave.
ian drumrolled again, "second up, we have shayne topp!"
"glad to be here, steve."
"and last but not least, y/n!"
"i am terrified." you said, being sure to stare down the camera, a look of anxiety on your face. you were playing it up, but it was definitely real to a degree. you had said a lot of cringy shit in your younger years. not to mention the not-so-uncommon complaints about a certain coworker. ian wouldnât do that to you, though. right?
"terrified?â ian scanned the contestant's faces. âis anyone else feeling terrified?"
"not really, steve. i'm proud of what i've done and said and i'll stand by it no matter what. if i don't stand up for myself, who will, you know?" shayne said, clearly doing a character. a slightly intoxicated, far too excited game show contestant. you kind of loved it.
"my name is ian, and i think you know that, shayne. why are you terrified, y/n?" ian turned to you, egging you on.
"i was a shit head as a kid, i don't know how far back you dug!"
"alright then, let's get into the first round." ian explained the rules of the round, and each of you listened intently despite knowing them well.
"trevor. you tweeted, 'my two [blank] need to [blank] before i [blank blank blank].â and i will give you a hint, this was a tweet from about a year ago."
"why does he get a hint right away!" you called out.
"he's not very bright, y/n, i'm sure you understand." ian replied, prompting trevor to make a few noises.
"be nice to me?"
ian turned back to trevor, mischievous glint in his eye. "y/n's not very bright, trev, i'm sure you understand."
"be nice to me?" you all started laughing, and once it died down trevor made his guess.
"okay, i'll take 'my two coworkers need to fuck before i explode them both' for five points, alex!"
"i remain ian, but let's reveal that tweet!"
"holy fuck," you said under your breath, realizing he got it right on the money. "how did you manage to remember the exact wording? i don't remember what i had for breakfast yesterday. oh my god, i'm gonna lose so hard at this!" you werenât even playing it up now, you were actually getting worried. you were going to lose, and by a lot. hopefully you can attribute your lack of skill to the now-infamous gas leak.
"because these two coworkers still haven't fucked and i still want to explode them, honestly," trevor breathed out, seemingly annoyed at the two coworkers in question.
ian giggled behind the podium, a strangely worrisome sound, and you and shayne glanced at each other in shared horror. "trevor,â ian paused, multiplying the level of suspense you were already feeling. âfor an extra fifty points, do you want to tell us who the coworkers are? we'll bleep it."
"fifty points?!" shayne yelled, playfully incensed by this rule breaking.
"just take me out back like ol yeller, i beg." you set you head on the podium, which wasn't exactly a comfortable angle, but this wasn't going to be as fun as you thought if ian was going to play dirty the whole game.
the room erupted in laughter as trevor pondered his choice. "no, i won't. i don't want to start anything, fifty points is nothin' compared to my pals at smosh!"
you all booed him, lovingly, and ian giggled again. "shayne, for an extra fifty points, can you guess the coworkers trevor's tweet is about?"
"do you know who it's about?" shayne asked, confused.
"oh, i think everyone in this room does," ian's grin was devilish, relishing in the chaos he was causing. he's been watching too much game changer.
"okay, i'll guess for fifty points. is it angela and amanda?" the room erupted once more, angela's laugh heard loud and clear on every mic.
"incorrect! okay, let's see your post, shayne!"
"wait, i don't get to guess?" you cut in, feeling a little bit excluded from the joke.
"would you like to?" ian asked, earnest, though that devilish smile was still fixed to his mug.
you thought about it for a second. "actually, i'm good. i think my choices are too controversial. y'all aren't ready for my vision."
everyone laughed, and the game moved on.
"shayne. your tweet says: '[blank] is overrated. [blank] is cooler.'"
shayne's silence dragged on, and ian asked if he had a guess. after a beat, shayne stood stock straight up, ready to answer.
"steve, my answer is. 'steak is overrated. chicken is cooler.' for five points."
"let's see..."
ian revealed the next slide, and a slide whistle sound effect played. âoh, thatâs too bad shayne. the correct answer was âpenis is overrated. dick is cooler.â so close, so close. alright, y/n, itâs your turn!â
you were feeling a little better now that shayne had gotten his wrong. maybe trevor would win, but it didnât have to be a huge blowout, right?
ây/n, your tweet says âi need [blank] to [blank blank] or i will [blank] in [blank blank].â this seems evil, y/n, if iâm being honest.â ianâs wicked smirk was still firmly planted; he was playing dirtier than you ever thought him capable of.Â
âwhatâs genuinely crazy is iâve been so worried that i would not remember anything iâve ever tweeted, but i actually do remember this one!â you laughed hard and loud, but then you remembered you did in fact have to tell everyone what it said. you could lie, but theyâd just reveal it after anyway, and you had made a big stink about knowing it now⌠all you could do was fill in the damn blanks. âokay, it says âi need noomfââ
âyou need what?â shayne asked, incredulous.
ânoomf, it means ânot one of my followersâ instead of oomf, which is âone of my followersâ. anyway, âi need noomf to fuck off or i will piss in his kickstartâ.â you covered your face with your hands, genuinely embarrassed. this would all be a good laugh after shooting wrapped, but in the moment you just wanted to scream a bit.
ian decided to go full little shit mode and not even make a comment, just click to the next slide showing that you were correct. every word. âfive points for y/n!â
âoh, fuck, i forgot i was getting points for that. iâll stop moping now!â you laughed, pushing yourself back into your camera persona, bright and light and happy. you could feel spencerâs daggers in the back of your skull all the same.
â° .á
everyone broke for lunch after the finishing the shoot, and angela and courtney were the first to harass you.Â
âbro, you tweeted that you would piss in his kickstart?â courtney started.Â
âyou guys donât follow each other on socials?â angela then asked.Â
court took another turn next, âdo you guys not talk outside of work at all?âÂ
âno! they only talk about work so they always talk through slack!â angela was kind enough to explain your point from lunch the other day.
you stood there, tapping your foot. a bit comical, but a flair for the dramatic never hurt anybody, especially not in this industry. âare we done here? can i go get my food now?â you asked, no venom. âhere, letâs just eat together and you can ask all your silly little questions. canât promise iâll have an answer for everything, but iâll do what i can.â
you all lined up at the catering tables and grabbed some food, then found your way to an empty table to start this awful discussion.
you decided some rules needed to be put in place, because as much as you loved angela and courtney, you really didnât want this to blow up into some âbig thingâ. coworker feuds happen in every office setting, itâs inevitable. it doesnât need to be a whole situation, in your opinion.
âokay, before we start iâm going to lay some ground rules. you can ask whatever questions you want, but iâm allowed to not answer certain ones. whatever is said at this table, remains at this table, forever. and finally, i beg yâall to speak at a normal volume and not freak out for no reason. i do not need the whole company knowing my business. iâm sure you understand.â
they both nodded, and you decided to get courtney up to speed in case they had a question angela had asked you at lunch the other day, which was likely. now that you thought about it, angela was the only person you had really talked about it with. no one else you worked with seemed to mind, or care, so you didnât think youâd ever need to answer any questions about it.
âcourt, before we start, angela actually ambushed me about this the other day so i do already have a few frequently asked questions answered. no, it isnât a bit. we donât have any friendship at all. we do not speak outside of work. iâve never seen him outside of work. we do not have each otherâs numbers. we do not follow each other on social media. we arenât secretly dating. yes, we do hate each other, and, yes, itâs mutual. but⌠no, i donât have a reason why.â you were fairly out of breath by the end of your rant, and courtney gave you a moment to catch back up.
âyou donât have a reason why? how can you both hate each other for no reason?â their voice was soft, caring. it burned.
a sigh escaped you. âas far as i know, neither me nor spencer have a âreasonâ for hating each other. but itâs just a truth at this point. we hate each other, so we donât interact outside of work. we play nice for the camera, but only because it wouldnât really be entertaining if we didnât. some truths are just truths. the sky is blue, the grass is green, and me and spencer hate each other.â you took a few bites of the salad you grabbed from the line, surprised at how good the dressing was. âholy shit, this dressing is fantastic,â you mumbled, hoping, in vain, to prompt a conversation change.
âlike i said, i thought the bickering you guys did on camera was an inside joke. i didnât know there was real anger behind it,â angela said, seeming a bit sad at this revelation.
you realized once again that you hadnât actually had an honest conversation about this with anyone. you had never taken the time to flesh out this charade you were playing. âiâm not even sure the anger is real.â you said solemnly, quiet as a mouse. âi think it started as a bit. iâm not sure when it turned real, but it is. i guess.â
angela put her arm around you, sensing your mood drop. âhey, hey. itâs alright. you going to be okay, babe?â
courtney put their hand on yours, which you held. you felt like you were naked on a stage â feeling too vulnerable all too suddenly. after a second longer, you pulled yourself away from both of them. âiâm okay, itâs okay. can we change the topic, though? i⌠guess iâm not ready to talk about it, or something.â
you zoned out for the rest of the conversation.
â° .á
when the day had finally ended, you felt the most immense relief youâve felt in all your damn life.
finally. time to go home and dick around on your guitar. today provided a lot of feelings for a hopeful writing session.Â
everyone at smosh knew you played guitar, but no one knew you wrote original music too. it was the easiest way to process what you were feeling. and if it sounded bad, then it sounded bad. at least you felt better afterwards. you never recorded anything you wrote, because it was a form of therapy for you. you let it all out, you cry, you scream, whatever. then you worked on healing. this was your process, and you loved it.
you were planning out some verses mentally when shayne caught up to you on the way to your car. âhey, y/n! i have a strange question.â
you turned, surprised by his appearance. âsure, shayne. whatâs up?âÂ
âare you seeing anyone right now?â
âwhy, are you and courtney looking for a third?â you raised an eyebrow, which had shayne giggling. you continued, âno, iâm single. why?âÂ
âno reason!â shayne yelled, and promptly sprinted away.
âokay, see you tomorrow, i guess!â you shouted after him, knowing he probably couldnât hear you. for such a small man he had a seemingly large stride. he was already halfway across the parking lot when you finished your sentence. âwhat the hell is this job, anyway?â you muttered, trying to find the melody you had thought of earlier in the day as you drove home in blissful silence.
â° .á
alex: yoooo
spencer: whatâs up?
alex: kianaâs friend is so your type itâs criminal
spencer: ok?
alex: iâm serious dude sheâs like your dream girl!!
spencer: ok?
alex: hi spencer this is your best friend kiana, you have a date with my friend tomorrow at 7pm at our fav chiliâs, ok love you!
spencer: iâd rather not
alex: she said shut up and be there or sheâs dumping your kickstart stash
spencer: you are both evil.
alex: <3
â° .á
you slept like shit last night. again. the past few nights were just not kind to you, and you could tell it was obvious.
âwhoa, y/n⌠do you need to borrow some concealer?â courtney asked upon seeing you in the kitchen this morning. âiâm sure someone has a shade match in the building.â
âgee, thanks, court.â you laughed weakly to yourself, knowing she had nothing but good intentions. âiâve been having trouble sleeping lately, not sure whatâs going on.â you turned around and sighed into your coffee mug, exhausted. âmaybe my body is trying to tell me something.â
courtney smiled, then came to lean against the counter next to you.
âyouâre single, right?â they questioned, eyes bright.
you sighed again. âyes, just like i told your husband yesterday, i am single.â
âdo you have plans tonight?âÂ
âother than sitting on my couch with my guitar, probably not. perhaps iâll watch a movie. whoâs to say? the world is my oyster.âÂ
they rolled their eyes at you, but leaned in closer to whisper. âour favorite chiliâs, tonight, 7pm. youâre going on a blind date with someone i know very personally, who is perfect for you.â
she was out of the kitchen before you could pick your jaw up off the floor to protest.
â° .á
you stood in your bathroom, staring at yourself in the mirror. what the hell was going on. courtney had sent you a text fifteen minutes ago, a reminder of why you were standing in your bathroom, staring at yourself in the mirror. you had a blind date at chiliâs in 45 minutes. what the hell was going on.Â
if you were in an alternate universe, perhaps all the dots you were connecting in your brain would turn out to be correct. you felt like that bit in buzzfeed unsolved.Â
iâve connected the dots.Â
you havenât connected shit!Â
in an alternate universe, your friends beating the truth out of you about your feud with spencer, then turning around and orchestrating a blind date for you would mean something. and it would mean they were setting you up with spencer. just for a moment, just a sliver of a second, you imagined that universe.
you imagine it all working out.
but then you pull yourself out of it, and start actually getting ready for your date.Â
he was probably just another improv actor with a nose ring. and he was probably nice. cute, even. but you couldnât stop thinking about brown curly hair, piercing eyes, a hydroflask full of kickstart.Â
a green smosh hat. a carhartt jacket. stubble. glasses. you loved his glasses, and secretly cursed him when he would wear his contacts. spencer.
your phone vibrated against the counter, painfully reuniting you with reality. âshit.â
you fumbled to answer the call, still feeling lost in the syrupy haze of that alternate universe of yours. âhey, court.âÂ
âare you on your way? find my friends says youâre still at your place!â they rushed out, and you pulled your phone away from your face to see you had less than 15 minutes to be ready and out the door.
âshit! sorry, i didnât realize how late it got. iâm finishing up now, iâll be on my way before you know it.â the silence on the other end was deafening. âi promise! but i have to get off the phone to get ready, okay?âÂ
âfine. please send me a photo of your outfit before you leave. i love you! bye!â courtney ended the call, and you sighed.
âletâs get this over with.â you mumbled to your empty bathroom.
â° .á
spencer was pissed. if his friends didnât suddenly decide to meddle in his love life, he wouldnât be on a random side street, a mere three miles from chiliâs, replacing his flat fire. at 7:08 pm. he didnât even want to go on this date, but he also didnât want to be a dick and show up late. alex and kiana didnât share any info about this mystery girl so he couldnât text her to let her know. he decided to call alex as he was getting ready to hoist the spare tire out of his trunk.Â
âarenât you on a date right now?!â alex shouted down the phone, no greeting. spencer rolled his eyes.
âchill, i got a flat tire. iâm down the road, like eight minutes max if traffic is kind to me. can you please let my date know iâm not standing her up, i just have to throw the donut on my car really quick.â he was fiddling with the tire iron while he spoke, suddenly nervous and upset at the prospect of hurting this mystery girlâs feelings. he shoved the emotion down and nestled the phone between his ear and shoulder, a smidge tighter than before. âplease just let her know.â
âokay, okay.â alex took a breath in, and spencer could tell theyâre relieved that the date isnât a disaster, but only getting there kind of is. âiâll let her know.â
they said goodbye, and spencer got back to work on the tire.Â
elsewhere, alex texted courtney.Â
alex: hey spencer got a flat tire. should be there in like 10-15
courtney: ok iâll let y/n know!
alex: he called me and i nearly shat my pants
courtney: understandable lol if she called me 10 mins in iâd also be panicking
alex then texted kiana.
alex: spencer is late bc he got a flat tire iâm gonna bomb him
kiana: now, now!! it will work out in the end, grasshopper
alex: dont be weird
kiana: says u
â° .á
you looked at your phone again. 7:20. you were on your second glass of water, munching on your chips and salsa and sighing. people were starting to stare at you. look at that poor girl, sipping her water, waiting for someone who isnât showing up. surely she knows, they thought, surely she knows heâs isnât coming.
unfortunately, you were still holding out hope. for some reason. you didnât even want this, your friends just dropped it on you. but now that you were here, you felt hopeful.Â
most people who know you wouldnât exactly call you a romantic, but somewhere buried deep inside you, you longed for companionship. everyone did, to some degree â it was human nature. so you decided that at 7:30, youâd leave.Â
even if tearing yourself from the booth would burn like wildfire.
you looked at your phone once more. 7:22. youâd been brooding in silence, alone at this table, and alone in this world. a vibration startled you out of it.
courtney: hey heâs almost there!!! he got a flat tire he should be there in about five mins, ok?? iâm so sorry and so is he!!
your heart rate picked up, that hope reigniting and spreading a warm fire throughout your body. you werenât being stood up. good.
y/n: ok! thank you for updating me <3
courtney: of course bb i love you sm! have fun! text me all the deets!
as you smiled and steadied your fingers to type a reply, an all too familiar voice rang out. âare you being stood up at chiliâs?â it asks.
you involuntarily rolled your eyes, all too easily sliding into this role you play. no one could say you werenât a good actor. because here you were, slipping under that mask that fit so comfortably. playing a character. because an hour ago, you were hoping it would be him. you wanted it to be him. but now, he was here. which meant you had a role to play, and you would play it well. youâd give him an oscar award-winning performance.Â
âplease explain how my activities outside of the office are any of your business, spencer.â you deadpanned. it didnât hit like you wanted it to. âheâs late.â
âscoot. iâm hungry.â he says, and you stare at him.
âiâm sorry?â you admonished.
âscootch over. have you ordered yet?â he asks, casual as all get out. like this was normal, or reasonable.Â
you both know your roles. you know your lines. youâve been off-book for years. what was he doing? he was going so far off script, ad-libbing, completely disregarding the words written for you, the ones youâd both studied and memorized. you were an improv comedian, and yes and-ing was never something you struggled with. but this wasnât supposed to be improv. this was scripted. heavily. this was not reality tv, this was not whose line, this was a 40-minute sitcom with strict character archetypes, and you both knew your roles.Â
while you waited in vain for the non-existent director to yell âcut!â, you found yourself moving over and letting him slide into the booth. it didnât occur to you to just tell him to sit on the opposite side, which was empty.Â
despite the warmth of the evening and the restaurant, you felt a shiver up and down your spine.
your server, carissa, came back to the table, and she looked relieved that your âdateâ had finally arrived. she was probably about 20 years old, and her whole vibe said, âif he doesnât show up, iâll kill him for you.âÂ
âtook you long enough, dude,â was her greeting of choice. spencer looked surprised, which caused a laugh to escape you. âwhat would you like to drink?â
spencer seemed a bit lost for words, but managed to say âjust a water, please,â after a not-entirely inaudible swallow.
carissa turned her attention back to you, âdid you want to order now? or does mister late as fuck need some more time?â she gestured at spencer with her pen, her voice full of humor. it was entirely opposite of the darker voice she used on spencer.
you loved this girl. âeasy on him, carissa. iâm sure he has a good reason.â
spencer looked at you, and you realized you probably should have specified that he actually wasnât the person you were waiting on. your mind drifts back to that slice of an alternate universe, the one you wanted to slot yourself into for longer than just a fleeting moment. your heart quickened its pace once more, and you silently willed it to calm down.
he doesnât like you, you thought, solemnly. he likes chiliâs. heâs probably here to meet kiana or something. the thought of kiana joining you at dinner was a happy one, usually. you loved her. she was bright and bubbly and she was incredibly smart. you loved listening to her talk. but right now, it almost felt like that little alternate universe and the universe youâre currently stuck in were overlapping for a moment. you wanted to keep this feeling. hold it close.
you zoned back in when spencer started talking, both of you unsure how long you had been looking at each other for. it might have been the first time you both really looked at each other. the glancing and the glaring around the office was short lived. never more than a few seconds. this look felt like it stretched on for years, unending. this wasnât just the first time you both looked at each other, it might also be the first time you really saw each other.
and, if you were just a bit more unhinged, youâd have said that it felt like home.
âi had a flat tire. i was right down the road but i had to put the spare on, so iâm much later than i wanted to be. i try to be early to dates, but it seems like the world was betting against me tonight.â spencer looked at his lap, sheepish, all of the sudden. it was cute. a soft expression you had no clue he was even capable of. it suited him, emotion. or, emotions other than anger.
âsee? thatâs a perfectly reasonable excuse,â you replied, which prompted a gasp from spencer.Â
you find the roles shifting, no longer are you and spencer coworkers trapped in an office, glaring at each other and attempting niceties on camera. now, you were stepping into the roles of love interests in a rom-com with 80s flair. the quiet, misunderstood girl, and the edgy yet likeable boy. fake dating for some reason or another, only to fall in love for real in the end. the it was always you trope.
you could play this character just as easily as you could play the hateful coworker. maybe this role would win you a sag award. you set it next to your academy award on your imaginary awards shelf.
âitâs not an excuse! itâs a reason. an explanation, if you will.â spencer said, faux-horror in his voice.
âand i will.â you shot back, playing into it. you could fit so comfortably here.
carissa faked a yawn, and you ask her for a triple dipper â mozzarella sticks, big mouth bites, and chicken tenders. spencer had no comment on this, which made you quite happy, oddly enough.Â
once carissa had walked away, spencer turned his body to face you a little more, and you felt closed in in the best way possible. he was suffocating you with his presence, but it felt good. safe, even.
you settled into the booth, a little taken aback by his sudden attention. honestly, you paid more attention to him around the office than you would ever admit to anyone. you both had desks in the same pod so you were in proximity at all times, and you looked. a lot. and maybe you pined. maybe⌠just maybe, you had been pining this whole time.Â
âwhatâs goinâ on up there?â spencer asked, nodding toward you.
âi donât know,â you replied. it was the truth. you werenât sure what was going on in your brain, just that you had no urge to stop it. more like an urge to give in.
carissa reappeared with a glass of ice water for spencer. he whispered a soft âthank youâ in her direction, but his eyes never left yours. she walked away without a response.
âyâknow, i was actually supposed to meet someone here tonight. i should probably tell alex whatâs going on.â
your ears perked up at the mention of alex. âwhy would you tell alex?â
âtheyâre my best friend?â spencer said, eyes now on his phone. âalso, it was a blind date. i donât have her number,â he explained, frowning. âor her name.â his thumbs were flying across the keyboard, and you watched in silence. you were suddenly enraptured by his hands.Â
then, it clicked. âoh my fucking god!â you groaned, which caused spencer to turn his focus back on you.Â
âwhat? whatâs wrong?â there was genuine concern in his voice, something you had never heard from him. it stoked the fire inside you, pulling it back up to a dangerous roar. this chiliâs would erupt in flames if this continued on for much longer.
in lieu of a response, you simply grabbed your phone off the table, calling courtney and putting the call on speaker.
âhey! howâs it going?â courtney asked, speech stilted with nerves.
âwhatâs my blind dateâs name, courtney?â
you heard spencer mutter something under his breath.
âyouâll know him when you see him! like i said, he had a flat tire. wait, itâs been, like, forty minutes, why isnât he there yet?â their sentence got quieter as they moved through it, processing in real time.
spencer leaned in, clearly only getting closer to the mic so courtney could hear him, but youâd like to think he wanted to be closer to you, too.
âiâm here, courtney.â was all he said.
âneither of you sound happyâŚâ they moped.
you rolled your eyes affectionately. they meant well, and you said as much. âi know you meant well, honey, but me and spencer have absolutely no chemistry.â there it was again. you switched back to your original role, the one you had spent far too much time in, the one that was closer to home. âthis wasnât a good idea and i think you know that.â
you dared to peek at spencer, who was looking right at you, forlorn. âyeah, court. i appreciate the team effort, but unfortunately me and y/n are just not compatible.â his voice was tight. angry. and just like that, spencer was also back in his original role. perhaps it felt like home to him too, and he also didnât care for change. some things are just true. the sky is blue, the grass is green, and you and spencer agnew hate each other.
for once, you found yourself wishing it wasn't true.
â° .á
once you and courtney hung up, you asked carissa for the triple dipper to be to-go, and you and spencer went your separate ways. the whole drive home, the car was silent and so was your brain. normally youâd be crafting melodies and writing bridges, ever the artist. but tonight your brain was turned off. you had to keep it that way, purposefully silencing the thoughts that threatened to burst through. you couldnât think about the looks spencer gave you. you couldnât think about the smell of his cologne when he leaned close to talk to courtney. you couldnât think about the way he apologized.Â
iâm sorry about this, y/n. i know that we donât like each other but i wouldnât wish this on anyone.
this?
the whole, blind-date-with-my-enemy thing.Â
spencer, why are we enemies?
i donât know, y/n. but i think we both know it needs to stay that way.
it seemed like he had been mentally policing his word choice. careful, stoic. there was emotion in his voice, but not in his face. his jaw was tight. spencer felt bad. despite it all, he didnât want to hurt you. this was a rejection, plain and simple, but he was being merciful. though, it also felt forced. like this isnât what he really wants, but itâs how things have to be. a law of the universe, at this point. an intrinsic truth. we canât be anything other than coworkers and enemies. anything else would be disastrous.
you felt silly, catastrophizing like this.Â
as you turned your key in the lock of your front door, your guitar called to you from the corner of the living room.
let it out, it seemed to say, feel your feelings, so you can move on.
and so you did. you changed into some sweatpants and an old crewneck, sat yourself on the floor of your apartment, and got to writing.Â
perhaps you would one day add a grammy to your little imaginary awards shelf. an academy award for your coworker enemy character, the breakout role. the sag award for your little lovesick puppy character you got to play tonight, at chiliâs. and a grammy. for you. no character, no facade, just you.
but youâd have to record yourself to achieve that. and now wasn't the time for bravery, now was the time for processing and moving on.Â
â° .á
the next morning, you woke up to a small barrage of messages. mostly courtney apologizing. an apology from shayne as well. a text from ang asking if you were okay. alex, kiana, and amanda also messaged you, but you couldnât bring yourself to keep scrolling. until your eyes caught on something new. an unsaved number, who had texted you a mere minute before you woke up.
unsaved: hey. sorry again about last night.Â
your heart leapt into your throat, and that fire under your skin was back. you put your phone face down on your nightstand and promptly took a shower.
upon your arrival at work, you were reminded of how fucking gossipy this damn office was. people were throwing you apologetic looks all day, clearly informed on the situation. thirty minutes before your first shoot, ian pulled you to the side.
âhey, y/n. um, is there anything you wanted to talk about? or let me know about?â ian asked, clearly uncomfortable.
you looked at him in confusion, head tilted to the side. âi⌠donât think so?â you said it like a question, because it kind of was one. surely one blind date arranged by other coworkers that didnât even result in a relationship wasnât cause for concern, right?
âokay, iâll just ask then. are you and spencer in a relationship? itâs okay, if so, but thereâs a lot of paperââ
you cut him off, astounded he even thought to ask such an insane question. âwhoa, whoa, whoa. me and spencer are not dating. why on earth gave you that idea?â
ian blushed, and it was quite cute. he clearly felt a little out of his depth, which is silly considering the amount of coworker relationships at smosh. heâs done this at least three times, you think heâd be better at it.
âwell i've heard whisperings around the office that you two went on a date last night,â he said.
âand you thought that a date between us would end well?â you asked, a bit astounded. âi'm not even sure why court and them even set it up, it's fairly well known that we don't like each other in the slightest.â internally, you were thinking about the low tone spencer had when he was next to you. boxing you in, commanding your attention. maybe you had been pining this whole time. but that was not anyone elseâs business, so you would continue to keep those feelings behind a quadruple-padlocked door, far in the back corner of your brain.
ây/n, can i talk to you as a friend and not as a boss or coworker?â ian dropped his voice, a soft smile on his face.
âof course, ian.â
âi think you know damn well that you and spencer are made for each other.â
âiââ
he cuts you off. âyou might have everyone else fooled, and you might even have yourself fooled. but to a degree, i think thereâs a part of you that wants that. and itâs okay to want that. to want spencer. itâs okay to want. but if you ask meââ
âi didnâtââ
âbut if you ask me,â he bulldozes, committing to saying his piece. âi think itâs also okay to have. itâs right in front of you for the taking, and as much as you can deny it, i think you also know that.â
you were quietly stunned by this emotional, introspective, hopeless romantic version of ian. âi know i can want, ian. i know more than well enough what wanting feels like.â a sigh escapes you, suddenly exhausted. âbut i canât have. not this time, not this one. i can have something else, later down the road. but i canât have this. iâm not allowed to have this.â
âwhy not?â
you stayed silent. you hadnât thought about the why not of it all. it was another one of those things. spencer was an enemy. spencer was off limits. he was forbidden. prohibited. a thing you could want, but never, ever have.
âi just canât, ian.â you sighed, resigned. you were getting tired of fighting this battle, but it wasnât like you had a choice.
âokay, y/n.â his voice is soft, and he puts a hand on your shoulder. âwell, when you can, iâm sure heâll be waiting for you.â
âiâd never ask that of him.â
âyou donât have to.â ian wrapped you in a hug, and then walked back to whichever office he came from, leaving you in a pile of emotions at the end of the hall.
âwhat the fuck is happening,â you whispered to yourself. the world was turning upside down, and you were starting to get quite motion sick.
you sat down on a nearby sofa, checking the time. you had to get your mic pack set up in about five minutes, so you tried to use that time to regulate your breathing. in, two, three, four. out, two, three, four. you knew you were shooting a pit video, but you couldnât remember what it was or who was going to be in it with you. was it a reddit stories today? no, that was thursdayâŚÂ
ây/n?â erin dougal called. your head snapped up, your thoughts finally simmering to a normal volume. a distraction was welcome, and erin was always up to something.
âyeah, whatâs up?â you replied, hoping for some sort of insane tiktok pitch that tommy dreamt up, or some gossip about the caterer she had a thing for.Â
âready for the shoot?â right, your job. guess those five minutes passed faster than you thought. at least you had calmed down substantially.
âoh. yeah, sorry. what are we shooting again?â you hoped she wouldn't rag on you too much for forgetting your shoot schedule. surely she was aware of your current goings-on.
she gaped at you in response. âseriously? we've only been gearing up for this shoot for, like, two months.âÂ
fuck. today was courtneyâs hide and seek shoot. fuck. you had been so wrapped up in the bullshit of this week you had forgotten to even plan a place to hide.Â
âoh! right, sorry. not sure how i forgot that.â you stood up, trying to collect yourself, embarrassed.
you followed erin into the small parking lot right outside the office, where everyone was waiting to be let inside. she debriefed you on the general rules, which have been the same since the first hide and seek video. you nodded along, and tried to figure out where the hell you were going to hide.
before you knew it, everyone was rushing inside. you decided to go up into the weird little attic space duran usually hides in, knowing he wasn't set to be in the video. it was a guaranteed easy find, and you didn't really want to be alone with your thoughts for very long. you had a history of being found extremely early on, and you werenât planning to break that streak. especially not when you had so many other things to deal with right now.
but the universe was never on your side. you climbed up the slightly unstable ladder, using your phoneâs flashlight to look for a spot, when you saw him. spencer was already up here, because of course he was.
âno.â was all he said.
âcâmon, this week has been shitty enough. i don't have any other ideas.â you whispered, knowing there wasn't much time left. âi can't find another spot, there's only, like, 20 seconds left.â
âno, y/n.â he was firm in his answer, but you were just as stubborn.
you gathered a bit of courage, and made your way over to him, ducking in the tight space. you sat down right next to him, a fraction of a fraction of a centimeter between you. âyes.â
he rolled his eyes and rested his head on the painted cinder block wall behind him, lids fluttered closed, too tired to fight. you understood that feeling all too well. âfine.â
â° .á
turns out, courtney miller is exceptionally terrible at hide and seek. youâd both been waiting in silence to be found for over thirty minutes. if you had known how long youâd have to sit in such close proximity to spencer, youâd have made several different choices. starting with calling out of work today.Â
âjesus, court.â you whispered. then, turning to spencer, you spoke just a tad louder. âweâre supposed be recording confessionals, you know.â
âi'm aware,â spencer said. no malice in his voice, though you could tell he tried. his mask was slipping.
you pulled out your phone and clipped your little selfie light onto it. âhey guys, y/n and spencer here. itâs been over thirty minutes at this point, and i don't think courtneyâs even entered the kitchen, let alone this fuckass room.â
âfuckass is crazy,â spencer says, in that giggly, drawn out way he always does. you always liked when he did that. it made your stomach do somersaults, for a reason you could never pinpoint.
âare we allowed to hide together? i know lisa and jeremy technically did in shayneâs hide and seek video.â you ask, purely for the content of it all. you couldnât care less about any of the rules right now. you were next to spencer, and it felt right. fuck the rules.Â
âi'm not surââ a noise erupted from the kitchen, and spencer paused. âtheyâre hereeee,â he singsonged. he was disgustingly cute.
âgotta go!â you said, quickly ending the recording and putting your phone away.Â
spencer looked at you, and you looked at him. faces mere inches apart. you both heard the door to the kitchen closing, signifying courtneyâs exit. you were both safe, for now. no need to stay quiet. but neither of you spoke.Â
the silence carried on, seconds to minutes. you started to really look at spencer, dissecting his beauty.
the shine in his eyes, even in this dim, unflattering light. the ghost of a smile on his face. he's the first to turn away.
ây/n,â spencer near begged. âplease.â
âwhat?â you asked, genuine.
he looked back at you. then he leaned in, so close you could feel his breath when he spoke again. âyou're killing me, y/n. you know what you're doing.â
you angled your face, just so, closer than you've been to anyone in a long time. closer than you've ever been to spencer agnew. âoh? what am i doing, spencer?â you batted your eyelashes at him.
he inched closer, prompting your noses to touch. it sent a shooting pulse of sparks through your blood. âtell me to stop, y/n.â he whispered, borderline tremulous.
âwhy?â you didnât retreat, and you certainly didnât oblige him.
âplease, tell me to stop.â he was still staring into you, through your eyes and deep into that corner of your mind. the quadruple-padlocked door. he held every key, and you could see it all play out: him unlocking every single one with ease. blatant disregard for the consequences of his reckless actions.
you let him. no, you encouraged him. âwhy can't you stop yourself, spencer?âÂ
you knew full well courtney could burst in at any moment. you're acutely aware that you're both at work right now, in the middle of a shoot. you couldnât seem to find the strength to give a fuck.
âbecause you're in charge, y/n. you always have been. iâve been following your lead since day one. so tell me to stop.âÂ
you moved your eyes to his lips, finally tearing away from that gaze. âgo,â you whispered.
that was all he needed to crash his lips into yours.
itâs not a great kiss. it never is when you're both this pent up. it's either too aggressive or too soft, never exactly what you're expecting, or wanting. but it enveloped you in that now familiar fire, and you didnât even care. this could be the worst kiss of your life and you would still think of it fondly years down the line. because it's spencer. and you wanted spencer. and he, seemingly, wanted you too. so you want. and you have. just for a moment.
your brain finally rebooted and you immediately started kissing back, forceful. spencerâs hands found your body, and they wandered. he set them on your hips, then moved one to your neck. then one in your hair and the other on your face. you only pulled back from lack of oxygen. out of pure necessity.
as you both sat there, foreheads pressed against each other, chests heaving, you started to think about what you've done. he didn't just unlock that door, he blew it off the hinges. you werenât sure you could ever deny yourself the feeling of kissing spencer agnew. not anymore, not now. you've become addicted on the very first hit, and you couldnât find it in yourself to care.Â
a loud bang on the opposite side of the wall had both of you separating. only an inch or so between the two of you, knowing you're about to be caught. you willed your heart rate down. trying to breathe slow, deep breaths. âtime to be found i guess,â you whispered.Â
spencerâs head finds its place on the back wall again. he seemed defeated. tired. but happy. âyeah.â
â° .á
two months passed and neither you nor spencer spoke about what happened during courtneyâs hide and seek shoot. there's still animosity all around, and you expect that your oscar will be stripped away due to your performance. itâs exhausting, keeping this fucking thing going. you had the one thing you always denied yourself, for just a moment, and thatâs all youâll ever have. youâre well aware of this, and were doing what you could to fully come to terms with it.
but spencer. he seemed so unbothered. like it was nothing to him, like you were nothing to him, like this was all just an elaborate prank. cut the fucking cameras.
tell me to stop, y/n. please.Â
christ. your alarm had been turned off five minutes ago, but you remained in bed, under the covers. showing up at work was never a thing you dreaded. you fucking loved your job. and all your coworkers, who were now your friends and your family. you even loved the fans, deranged as they are.
but these days, it was weighing on you. getting up, going in and pretending you donât know the taste and rhythm of spencer agnewâs sinful fucking mouth. it was hell. you wanted more, and he wanted nothing to do with you. and maybe you should have expected that. maybe this was all on you, for getting your hopes up for even a moment.Â
youâre in charge, y/n. you always have been.
you pulled yourself out of bed and into the shower. you turned the water as hot as it could go, grateful to experience a different kind of pain for even a few minutes.
iâve been following your lead since day one. so tell me to stop.
once your skin had been sufficiently burned, and your actual shower duties were complete, you decided to dress a little nicer today. even though you knew the only plan you had was answering emails, editing scripts, and some social media stuff.Â
the shower really helped. the day seemed different, brighter. you felt a little less trepidation about work. you werenât sure what magic was doled out by your rinky dink shower head, but you were thankful for it all the same.
â° .á
pretty much every cast member greeted you at the door. suddenly, that trepidation was back. âwhatâs going on?âÂ
âdid you not check your phone?â shayne asked, a laugh tumbling out of him.
you thought about it. you hadnât, actually. you turned your alarm off, showered in silence for the first time in a long time, then drove to work in silence as well. âi guess not. why? is everything okay?âÂ
angela let out a gleeful scream. âyou and spencer have the fandom in a tizzy!â she exclaimed, clapping her hands with joy.
your brain went all fuzzy. âme and⌠spencer?â your mind drifted back to the kiss, and you felt the heat rising on your face. that was embarrassing. everyone was here, and they were all looking at you, and you knew that your blush was violently visible.Â
âfrom the hide and seek video!â chanse added, as though there were any other point of reference.
you started to get a bit light-headed, and you sat down. âiâm confused.â
âwhy?â courtney asks, coming to sit next to you. it seemed everyone could sense your discomfort, so they dissipated, leaving courtney to work their magic.
âwhy would anyone care about me and spencer?â you asked. in your defense, you hadnât watched the video. you couldnât. you didnât even watch back the single confessional you recorded, just sent it over to andre. you didnât delete it though. it sat in your camera roll, heavy on your mind, and taunting you every time you opened your photos app.
they laughed, a soft sound, reassuring. âbabe, i need you to watch the video.â
you groaned in response, feeling like a petulant child. like you were going to stomp your feet and cry if you didnât get your way. âi donât want to, courtney. i donât need to see how fucking red was my face was. i donât need to see how pathetic i look.â
you hadnât told a single soul what happened in that little attic crawl space. you didnât want to â it was a blissful secret. it was easier to hold it in, the truth that you kissed him and it felt like flying and dying and living and breathing and everything all at the same exact time. because if you ever admitted that out loud, you think youâd pass away from the sheer amount of love in your voice when you say it. he was turning you into a hopeless romantic, and youâd barely said seven words to the man since he completely ruined your life.
because thatâs what he had done, wasnât it? you were ruined for anyone else. how could you move on, how could you kiss someone else when spencer agnew made alpha centauri appear behind your eyes. a star system, exploding to life. and you knew, somewhere inside, that that was the only time in your life youâd ever be able to feel something like that. you werenât even sure youâd want to feel it again. itâs been nothing short of agonizing.
ây/n, can i ask you something?â they questioned, ever patient.
âyes.â
âwhy do you keep denying yourself good things?â her hand was on your thigh, a soft comfort to offset the sting of her question. âplease, i'll show you the clip right here, and iâll be next to you the whole time. if you want me to turn it off, i will. but will you try for me? please?â
you had never struggled with watching the videos you were in. granted, you usually could just focus on someone else in the shot. this was just you, and spencer. courtney would be there in the background, maybe brennan. but mostly it was you and spencer. and if you didnât look at yourself, youâd look at him. you werenât sure which was worse, but you agreed.Â
ârip the fucking band-aid off already, i beg of you.âÂ
she let out a small squeal of excitement, opening her phone. you were only mildly surprised to see the clip was already pulled up.Â
courtney pressed play on the video, and they handed you the phone. you watched, captivated. you decided to look at yourself. your blush was evident, and once you noticed that, you couldnât bear to look any longer, so you looked at spencer. he was staring at you, while you stared ahead, giggling at whatever courtney said. his eyes were fixed on your profile, a smile bursting at the seams of his mouth, threatening a chelsea grin. he was smiling. he begged you to stop him, to stop this. spencer begged you not to feed the fire, but you had thrown gasoline right into it.
the thought⌠excited you.
âoh, hey,â courtney chirped happily, causing you to tear your eyes away from the screen of her phone. she paused the video and slipped her phone back into her pocket. âiâll leave you to it,â they stood from their chair, pushing it in and giving you a look of hopefulness. you smiled back, halfheartedly.
âhi, spencer.â you murmured, finally meeting his eyes.
âhi, y/n.â he parroted, walking slowly toward you. he seemed hesitant, but⌠hopeful? maybe you felt the same way. âcan i talk to you for a moment?â he gestured to the recently vacated chair on your left, and you nodded. you couldnât trust yourself to talk at the moment.
he sat down next to you, entirely too casual. heâs slouched in the chair, hands in the pockets of his jacket. âseems like we did a number on a few people, huh?â he started. still too casual. you braced yourself for impact: we still canât do this, though. weâre not friends. let alone lovers.Â
what he actually said, though, hit you harder than 400 asteroids. âyou certainly did a fucking number on me.â
âuh, what?â is all you could muster, confused, adrenaline pumping through your veins.
he sat back up, then leaned into your space. again. he likes to do that. normally, youâd feel too caged, too claustrophobic. but for some reason, it felt like a blessing. a near-familiar comfort in this whirlwind you were caught up in. ây/n, do you remember our first date?âÂ
your defense mechanism, sarcasm, clicked on in your brain. âif you call that a date, iâm embarrassed for you, spencer.âÂ
âso you do remember it.â
âyes, spencer. i remember when you accosted me at chiliâs.â
he laughed, and you know that itâs such a beautiful sound, but it still hurt. âand do you remember what i told you at the end of the night?â
âyou said you didnât know why we were enemies, but that we both knew it needed to stay that way.â
âexactly. y/n, do you know why i refuse to sit next to you in videos? or why i very frequently cut you off when youâre talking? or why weâve never been the guests on reddit stories together?â
âno,â you breathe out, honest. âno, i donât know why.â
âitâs because of what happened in that godforsaken hide and seek video. because i knew, given the proximity, iâd do that. iâd stare at you, zoned out of whatever conversation was happening around me. smiling like a fucking idiot.â
you didnât speak, feeling overwhelmed at his sudden confession.
âi have a cool guy persona that i try quite hard to keep up, and i didnât want millions of people seeing me, fucking, splayed out like that. all my feelings on display in 4k. since the day you walked in that fucking door, iâve been forcing myself to hate you, forcing myself to be your âenemyâ, playing along with this stupid fucking charade we both seemingly crafted out of nowhere. being that close to you, it makes that whole game a lot harder to play.â
âspencer,â you said, attempting to alleviate some pressure. âyou donât have toââ
âiâm serious, y/n. iâm not mad, iâm not even upset. frankly, iâm relieved. itâs out there, people have seen it, and iâm happy about it. iâm tired of this stupid cat and mouse game, y/n. this shit makes me feel like sisyphus. iâm tired of pushing the stupid fake hatred boulder up the mountain. and i think you are, too. iâve seen it. iâve felt it.â he whispered the last part, like it was meant just for him. he was thinking about the kiss. reliving it, the tension, the heat, the closeness. his lips on yours, his hands in your hair. he was thinking about it, and he wasnât thinking it was embarrassing or gross. he didnât regret it. he didnât regret you.
you leaned into him, bringing your nose right up to his, face closer than need be for a conversation between two people who claim to hate each other. âtell me to stop, spencer,â you tried.
he looked at you, eyes wide and shining again. his gaze flickered down to your mouth, then back to your eyes. âfuck it,â he stated, and then his lips were on you.Â
you were once again kissing spencer agnew, and you were once again doing it at the fucking office. but you didnât care about that, couldnât care about that, because he was kissing you, and this time it was different. it wasnât nearly as clumsy, or aggressive. the angle was perfect, and his hand was resting on the back of your neck, a soft cradle. your brain didnât need to time to load, or reboot, and for once it didnât even blue screen. you immediately kissed spencer back, with more fervor than you thought you had in you.
a small moan slipped out of your mouth, and you didnât care about that either. you knew your coworkers were probably watching you both from around the corner, phones out to record the momentous occasion, hushes being thrown at others who dared to speak.Â
but right now, the only thing you cared about was making sure spencer knew you werenât going to play this fucking godawful game anymore. you kissed him like you were serious about it, because you were. you were serious about spencer agnew. as serious as a heart attack, which you felt like you were on the verge of.
you attempted to pull back for a moment, but spencer wouldnât let you go. heâs starving, and you are a delicacy he intends to gorge himself on, gluttonous. you gave in, and continued to kiss him back. itâs the most blissful feeling, reciprocation.
no more games. no more lies. no more feuds.
no more enemies, or hatred.
some things in life are universal truths. the grass is green, the sky is blue, and you and spencer agnew loved each other. you always had, and both of you were equally tired of pretending otherwise. pushing back against the universe was always a losing game.Â
so you both gave in.
and it was heavenly.
âplease, y/n,â spencer pined, pulling back but still staying close. âdonât make me wait another two months to do that again.â
a laugh surged out of you, loud and honest. âhave you been thinking about doing it again?â
âconstantly. itâs a problem.â
you bit your bottom lip, unsure of how you got here. âoh my god,â you put your head in your hands, remembering your first tweet from you posted that. âiâm sorry i threatened to piss in your kickstart.â
this time, spencer was the one who laughed. hard and loud, honest, just like you, a moment ago. like you were still doing, because hearing spencer laugh made you laugh. a contagious happiness pouring from his lips, filling your very atoms.
âitâs okay, i understand. i wanted to piss in your lattes.â he set his forehead against yours, a form of intimacy he seemed to love. just like two months ago, he was invading your space and you couldnât get enough of it.
âiâm sorry it took so long to get my head out of my ass,â he spilled, remorse heavy in his voice. âto think we could have been doing this so long agoâŚâ his sentence faded away, and you couldnât help but smile even harder.
âhey, my head was also up my ass. itâs okay. we have time.â
âyeah, we do.â
â° .á
the remainder of the week went off without incident. you told ian you would fill out any and all paperwork, but not until you and spencer were ready. not until he formally asked you to be his girlfriend. it was still the very early days, and while you were beyond happy, you didnât want to jinx it. watching this love grow was a privilege, not a right, and you intended to keep it.Â
you both graced the infamous white reddit stories couch, the episode themed around coworker drama. it was nice to be able to laugh with him openly, and it was nice to hear his thoughts on the stories. spencer was incredibly well articulated when he wanted to be, and it was incredibly sexy to watch him be so emotionally mature and vulnerable. he was more understanding than you would have ever expected, and it only made you want him more.
you hadnât had a real, formal date yet. that was tonight, once shooting wrapped. he refused to tell you anything about it, just insisted you dress comfortably.
and you were comfortable, here on this couch, with spencer. you both had to be reminded not to sit so close together, several times now. shayne and courtney ragged on you a bit, but they promised to give you tips on hiding the relationship if that was what you chose to do. that was a conversation for another time, but it was nice to know everyone at smosh would always be in your corner.
you pulled yourself out of your head to concentrate on shayneâs voice, and you even threw in a few comments mid-narration. you didnât like doing that often, it felt rude to interrupt. but hearing spencer break out in a fit of giggles at a shitty joke you made only pushed you to be more confident.Â
â° .á
âwhere the fuck are going, spencer?â you questioned for approximately the fifteenth time. once shooting had wrapped, everyone bid you and spencer farewell and good luck on your first official date. you went to the bathroom to change into your favorite sweatpants and an old hoodie, and when you reappeared spencer was holding a blindfold in his hand.
without thinking, you had popped the first joke that came into your head. âoh, weâre already getting freaky?â
he had laughed, and insisted it wasnât anything like that. âbut it can be, eventually.â he raised an eyebrow, suggestive and suave.
well, fuck.
as spencer directed you through the office â presumably to take you to one of the stages? â you let the lack of sight relax you. he wanted to surprise you, which means that he planned something. or set something up. you were rapidly falling in love with this man, and you werenât sure if that was scary or exciting. probably both. you were free falling out of a fucking airplane, the cords on your parachute stuck, but it felt good.Â
âokay, you can remove your blindfold,â you heard his voice from behind you, as he finally brought you to a stop.
you slowly reached up to pull the blindfold off, and you couldnât stop the tears that started to form.
spencer had set up a place for you to record music. he had moved a bunch of props and furniture around on the games stage, and set up a tiny little nook with pillows and blankets and bean bags. somehow, your guitar was there, propped next to an amp. there were several pedals splayed out, a wide array of effects for you to choose from. it was all hooked up to your macbook, which had fl studio pulled up on it.
âspencerâŚâ you whined. the tears were silent, but they fell in waves.Â
he moved to stand in front of you, and you knew you would never get tired of being able to be this close to him whenever you wanted. he was yours to hold.Â
you tried to stop the tears, tried to speak, tried to thank him and apologize. all you could do was let the small, silent sobs wrack your body.Â
ây/n, please please tell me that these are happy tears,â spencer pleaded with you. his hand wiping a tear away from your cheek.
you nodded furiously, and found your voice again. ây-yes. yes. they are happy tears.â you took a deep breath in, stinging in the best way. âthank you so fucking much, spencer. i donât know what to say other than thank you.â
âi know that you write music, but i know you never record it. i didnât know if that was because you were worried about it not being good enough, or if it was simply the inability to record. either way, i can keep all of this set up here for you. whenever you want, as long as the stage isnât needed, of course. i was hoping we could have a little jam sesh.â spencer laughed, light and airy.
you surged forward, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly. âthank you,â you said again.
â° .á
you and spencer spent three hours holed up on the games stage, playing around with different effects pedals and different fl studio presets. the time flew by, and you hadnât even actually recorded anything, but you didnât need to. youâd remember every second of this night for the rest of your life. you didnât show spencer any of the songs youâd written these past few weeks, all of them about him. you would one day, when you were ready, but right now all you wanted was to be in this moment with him.
âitâs crazy how far weâve come in such little time,â spencer said quietly, once the instruments had been retired and you were both stretched out on the extra large bean bag.
you smiled, agreeing. âyeah. it sucks that we lost out on so much time, but iâm grateful that i get to have you at all.â it was more vulnerable than you had meant to be, but spencer didnât let it linger in the air too long.
âyou have me for as long as you want, babe. iâm not leaving until you kick me out.â
a soft laugh, âi canât imagine a world where iâd ever kick you out, spencer.â
âitâs like i told you. youâre the one in charge, y/n. iâll follow your lead wherever it takes me.â
âeven if it takes you off a cliff?â you japed, adding some levity to this conversation you werenât quite ready for.
âyes,â spencer replied, no hesitation or thought. âwherever you go, iâd like to be with you. if youâd have me.âÂ
you turned fully onto your side so you could look at him again. his hair had gotten so long, and you were hoping he wouldnât cut it yet. you liked how wild and windswept it looked at this length. you also wanted to pull it.
âwhat are you saying, spencer?â you were egging him on.
âwill you be my girlfriend, y/n? we can go as slow or as fast as youâd like, we can do it all at your pace. we have time,â he assured you. âi know this is only our first date, and normally this might seem like jumping the gun a little bit.â spencer sighed, but it was wistful, not sad. âbut iâve been sure about you for years now, and now that youâre finally giving me the chance, i donât want to wait. i donât want it to slip out of my hands.â
you let out a breath you didnât notice you were holding. this side of spencer â no, just spencer â you were so unaware of him and everything he had the capacity to be and do and feel just a few months ago. sure, youâd been pining for awhile, and youâd been watching him for a bit. not in a creepy way, just observing him when he wasnât putting up the goddamn shield he always forced up around you. seeing spencer for who he was, as he was. you had no idea that he could be so eloquent, so romantic, so fucking perfect.
âchrist, youâre going to kill me, charles spencer agnew.â
âis that a yes, y/n? donât tell me youâve changed your mind already!â spencer laughed again, and you realized just how often you made him laugh. almost like your specific brand of comedy was tailor made for him. maybe it was.Â
âyes, spencer, i will be your girlfriend.â you smiled at him, a toothy. unabashed grin. âthank you for this.â you gestured around the nook. âseriously, this is so fucking sweet of you. i really, truly appreciate it.â most people didnât put so much effort into the first date. this would, normally, be a fifth date kind of thing, probably. not that you had much practice. but it was your first real date, and spencer did all this work just to spend a few hours making shitty hyperpop mixes out of the silliest guitar sounds you could manage.
âdonât get used to it, this was a lot of work.â
your smile dropped instantly, a cold rush hitting you. fuck, was he making fun of you? you felt tears well up again, this time decidedly unhappy tears.
spencer shot up in an instant. âhey, hey. itâs okay, love. can i touch you?â
you cried harder, realizing that not only was spencer not making fun of you, but that he was listening. he always was, he always had been. because he knew not to touch you when you were crying, he knew to ask. and you had never told him that.
you had said it in a reddit stories video once. the story had to do with panic attacks, and you felt like you had to give your two cents, daring to be vulnerable on beyoncĂŠâs internet.
âi actually hate being touched when iâm upset. people always jump straight to hugging me or patting my head or some shit. bro, iâm fucking freaking out, please do not touch me!âÂ
courtney laughed, agreeing with your sentiment. âno, exactly! like, iâm crying all over myself and iâm snotty and gross. please get your hands off me. you can clearly see iâm overwhelmed, why is your first thought to add to that?âÂ
it was refreshing to be understood by someone.Â
âi have never once seen someone in emotional distress and thought, âhmm, i should hug them super tight! thatâll help!â like, what the fuck are we doing, guys? however, i do remember one time i started having a panic attack, and my friend looked at me and held her hands up, then asked âcan i touch you?â which, like, just broke me out of it. i was so thankful that she asked to touch me instead of just doing it that i was immediately calmed down. sheâs great.â
the emotions were a sudden flood, and you shook your head no. spencer sat still in his spot, respecting your decision. for some reason, this only prompted you to cry harder.
basic respect had you sobbing. this was fucking embarrassing.Â
âiâm so sorry,â you said through tears, trying to explain yourself.
spencer was patient, and you knew he would wait for you to collect yourself. it was a small gesture but it really did mean the world to you. this meant not only did he listen to you when you were talking on set, but also that he watches the videos that youâre in. he wasnât on that shoot, he had a con to go to. he wasnât even in the state of california when you had said that. you had said that nearly a year ago, and he had watched the video when it came out. then committed that piece of you to memory.
âspencer?â you let out softly. âi have a question.â
your voice was small, almost upsettingly so. you didnât mean to sound so timid, but projecting your voice when youâre feeling this many emotions was something you could only do in front of a camera or a live audience.
âyes?â
âhow long have you known that you didn't⌠yâknow. hate me?â you sighed, glad to have the weight of the question off of your shoulders, but worried about how heavy the answer might weigh on you.Â
âi never hated you. i never even disliked you, y/n. i thought you were smart enough to figure that out.â
âare you negging me, babe?â you asked him, trying out the pet name. it felt nice, especially because you meant it. and because this time, you knew he wasn't being mean. he was just being spencer.
once again, spencerâs laugh graced your eardrums, and you knew youâd never tire of the way it made you feel. unstoppable. like if you could make spencer agnew laugh like this, you could do anything in the world. maybe even be brave.
âcan i show you something that i've been working on?â you asked, your eyes trailing up to meet his, which were already fixated on you. as always.Â
âof course.â
you grabbed your guitar, turning ever so slightly to the side. you didn't want to hide, but you also didn't want to be on full display. spencer understood your movement immediately; he looked down at his hands for a moment, silently reassuring you that it was okay, that you were safe.
it was refreshing to be understood by someone.
you plucked the chords you had burned into your brain at this point. you had written this song the evening of the hide and seek incident (trademark pending).
you let your eyes fall shut, playing from memory, as easy as 1-2-3. as you began the first verse, you dared to glance at spencer. he was looking at you, but through his periphery. still trying to give you that space, but unable to deny himself. it made you burn bright with pure, radiant joy.Â
you glided into the chorus, your eyes fully open at this point. spencer had long since abandoned his resolve, and he was watching you intently. instead of being scared, or nervous, or overwhelmed, you just felt seen.
in every sense, you felt seen. he was looking at you, into you, and not through you. he was seeing your heart on your sleeve, stitched permanently on every cardigan you owned. he was seeing all of your emotions, all the anger, all the sadness. and he understood your emotions, because he had felt them, too. he had gone through it all, too.
how lucky you were, to be loved by someone so observant. and maybe it wasn't love yet, but you knew the potential was there. you knew, as you finished up the bridge and moved on to the outro, that the seed had been planted. you would be sure to water it diligently.
âcan i kiss you?â spencer blurted out, as soon as the final note finished ringing out in the otherwise silent stage.
âalways.â you met spencer halfway, another crashing, aching kiss. his hands immediately found your hair, as they always did. your arms fell around his shoulders, a loose hold.Â
after a moment the kiss was less crashing and danger and speed, slowing naturally to a sensual pace. lightly pulling and pushing, his hands now gripping your hips. not angry, not painful. it was a tight grip, but it wasn't mean. it felt scared, almost, like if spencer didn't hold on to you, youâd be gone.Â
you think you liked that feeling. the feeling that your partner wanted you all the time.Â
you spent another hour lazily kissing, and ended up falling into a blissful sleep.
â° .á
you woke up about an hour after you had crashed. you hadn't meant to, you were just so fucking relaxed and happy. with the way your sleep had been, you werenât going to turn down a nap.Â
spencer mumbled something, and you were suddenly hyperaware of the fact you were still in the office. you groaned, unintentionally.
âyou okay, y/n?â your boyfriend â you loved that â asked, his voice soft and scratchy from the nap.
you smiled down at him. âyeah, sorry. i just realized we've only ever kissed at the office.â
you watched in amusement as the cogs turned in his head. âoh, jeez. well, thatâs just unacceptable. hey, apropos of nothing, i'm out of kickstart. do you want to run to the corner store with me?âÂ
spencer held out a hand, as if to say âjoin me on this adventure?â and you werenât sure how you could decline his offer.Â
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