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take it out on me (carmen berzatto x reader)

so this is my first time posting a fic of mine on tumblr since i was 14 and i'm slightly terrified by the formatting but i posted this on ao3 yesterday and someone told me to post here too (<3) so i hope you all enjoy it as much as i enjoy the thought of getting pounded by carmy in the walk-in

pairing : carmen berzatto x f!reader

summary : Carmy is having a terrible service, and you're sure some time in the walk-in will help him cool off (although it gets hotter in there than you might think).

word count : 4,410

tags: SMUT, rough sex, angry sex, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, choking, semi-public sex, ending with soft carmy which makes it all okay, 18+ only

note: this is explicit 18+ only and also this is NOT an advert for safe sex, it is merely a fantasy i have been playing with since my own days as a waitress and carmy has helped me to realise it. also i'm obsessed and i know y'all degenerates won't send help so instead i ask that you send me asks so i can write more about this wonderful man

Disorienting. Overwhelming. Stressful, painful, unrelenting. Burning your hand hard enough for it to stick to the pan, hard enough that you know on the way to the sink it’s too late, that you’ll bear the scar of that mistake for the rest of your life. Knives slicing always so close to your skin, living on the point of pain, focus trained so hard on the blade you can’t even blink. Shouting, screaming, the place could be on fire, and you wouldn’t look up from the art you’re creating. Flames licking at your apron. Beautiful.

Kitchens are the prison and the heart of a chef, and the one at The Bear is currently the pride and the bane of your life. Plating up your one billionth focaccia of the evening as Marcus rushes by holding a tray of cannolis aloft, you try to tune out Sydney shouting instructions to the new servers, trying to drill something, anything, into their panicked, under-developed skulls.

But none of this worries you. What worries you is the ominous, creeping silence from the station to your right, where you know Carmy is cooking up not only the best food you’ve ever tasted, but an internal storm that is going to be unleashed any, second, now-

“Chefs! Where the fuck is my garnish? Tina, are you dead? ‘Cos you need to wake the fuck back up.”

Tina is already by Carmy’s side with the garnish, but the damage is done. She doesn’t bristle at his words, but shoots you a worried look as she slides by, murmuring, “Sorry, Chefs. Behind.”

Since you started working at The Bear six months back, you’ve witnessed a rare few Carmy outbursts, and you know everyone feels the same way when they happen. It’s like the moment you miss a step on familiar stairs, stomach lurching and fear sweeping through your body. Carmy is this kitchen, and his boiling point is the moment things tend to spin out of control.

And yet, Tina’s reaction is everyone’s; disappointment in herself, instant forgiveness because she knows Carmy is doing everything he can for this team. Last week, after you and Sydney spent the evening getting wasted on her couch, she’d confessed to you how hard Carmy took his notorious opening night failure, and how he’s been struggling to make up for it since then. And it’s been working; his kindness, patience, and passion for elevating those around him have always outshone the occasional harsh word during service.

But this service is just bad. It’s been bad since 5AM, when you got here to take in the delivery and found out that the grapes needed for the welcome broth had somehow been left off of the order. It’s been bad since Marcus ruined three batches of cannolis in a row, and when Sydney tried to touch his shoulder and ask him what was going on, he stormed out. Since Sydney snapped at Richie for singing Taylor Swift badly during family. The hundred little underlying frissons of tension that normally dissipate as soon as service rolls around have congealed today, like oil in balsamic vinegar, rubbing together but refusing to meld into the team you know everyone can be.

And you know Carmy can feel it. His anger is a physical thing beside you, like standing next to a hot pan with too much oil in it and just waiting for it to start spitting at you. Knowing you have to keep stirring it anyway.

“Four top, two steak, one bucatini, one fish,” Sydney rattles off, and everyone responds “Yes, Chef!” a little too loud.

“Can I get some hands for this focaccia,” you shout through the din, pushing the two boards forward, but nobody responds. “Hands, please, get these off my station before I eat ‘em!” you call, trying to bring some levity to the atmosphere before-

“Hands, fuckin’ hands, Chefs, FUCK!” Carmy explodes, appearing by your side so suddenly you almost jump. His hands hover over the foccacia boards like he wants to adjust something on them, fix something, but you know as well as he does that they’re perfect already.

And of course, this just makes things worse.

Carmy properly looks up for the first time, straightening out of the “chef about to have an aneurysm over plating this fish” posture and into his “everyone here is about to get fucked” pose. “These are good to go, why are we not? Jesus. Jesus fucking Christ. Go fuck yourselves-” one of the new waitresses approaches with trembling hands and Carmy pushes the boards at her, disgusted, almost taking them over the edge of the pass, “-all of you, what is the point of any of us being here if nothing is leaving the fucking kitchen!”

“Carm, it’s okay, they’re going out,” you can’t help cutting in, but you should know better than to try to soothe a wild animal. Carmy doesn’t say anything, turns back to plating up his fish, but his beautiful artist’s hands, which you often find yourself trying to draw in the margins of inventory checks, are shaking now. You’ve never seen him this bad. The whole kitchen waits on a knife edge. You glance up, watching the waitress leave with your focaccia, and have a brief but fervent desire to be her as the doors swing her out of this hellhole.

The fish is beautiful as Carmy puts the finishing touches to it. A server steps up to take it as other dishes for the same table coalesce at the front of stations, all elegant, all perfect, all more than worthy of the restaurant’s Michelin star.

Carmy is completely still. Staring. And you know it’s too late.

Plunging his fist down, he crushes the fish into sea-scented pulp. The shells of oysters, hand-selected, crack into broken-mirror shards; the sauce is peppered with shoddy scraps of lobster tail.

It’s still not enough for Carmy, as he picks up the plate and sends it spinning into the back wall, narrowly missing Sweeps’ head. “ Shit, ” Carmy mutters, turning back to his station and searching for more things to destroy. You watch him contemplate the knives, and you can’t stay out of it any longer.

“Carmy. Chef. Carmy,” you say as you reach out to grab his muscled arm, pulling him round to face you. You can feel the tension corded deep under his skin, see the sheen of sweat coating his tattoos. Normally, any skin contact with him sends your brain into overdrive, but you can’t afford to be anything but calm right now.

His eyes are wild, but you watch him steadily, and he watches you straight back. You’re not sure why, but the moment reminds you of how you felt on those rare occasions he invited you and Syd over to brainstorm new recipes in his cramped kitchen. Especially that time Sydney couldn’t make it, and you were midway through describing your idea for a yuzu-infused scallops course to him - “with maybe, like, a garnish of broccoli just absolutely smothered in hollandaise” - when he reached forward, tucked a scrap of hair behind your ear, and the very idea of food whisked straight out of your head - but you still felt hungry. And whilst he’d tried out your broccoli idea over and over again that night, you found yourself blushing every time he passed you a spoon to taste it.

You never could get that dish right. Every time you thought about it, you couldn’t separate the flavours from the curious look in his eyes, the way he drank in your ideas, absorbed them before he responded, how his eyes tracked every thought that crossed your face.

Now here you are again, staring at that measured, thoughtful man turned savage, and you wonder if you have the guts to do what you’ve been thinking about doing for a while.

“I’m not afraid of you,” you murmur beneath the clatter of plates behind you, just for him. You don’t look away even when you hear something shatter. You move your hand from his arm, up over his shoulder, push your palm into the curve of his neck and hold it there.

Then you wait, feel his shoulders jumping up and down with his rapid breathing. Wait until he leans into it a little, chasing your solidity, and it’s all the response you need.

“Come with me.” It’s not a question, but he nods anyway.

“Sydney, you got this?” You ask, never taking your eyes from Carmy’s face, worried that if you do, you’ll lose whatever grip you have on him right now.

“Yes, Chef,” she replies, and you feel her edge round the side of Carmy to put another fish on rapid fire. He catches her eye as she passes, and brings his hand up to his chest, rubbing it once in what has become the team’s official way to apologise during service. She responds in kind, and he lets you drag him off the station, past the others shooting him worried looks, straight into the walk-in.

You shut the door carefully, recalling the stories of Carmy’s previous imprisonment. It’s still securely closed, giving you both some calm and privacy to cool off.

Except cooling off is not really what you have in mind.

You turn to see Carmy slumped in the corner, curled in on himself and running his hands through his already-chaotic hair. He stands again suddenly, bracing his hands on the wall behind him as if to remind himself they exist.

“Carmy.”

“Yeah, shit. Sorry, I just need a second. It’s just, I didn’t sleep at all last night. I was thinking about doing something with ceviche, but I couldn’t figure out what fish would work best, and then that sorta spiralled into a panic attack which kept me up whisking eggs for something until three, and then-” You watch his eyes darting over the shelves around him as he talks, and you realise he’s taking stock of what’s there. Even during a full-blown meltdown, he cannot stop working, stop thinking. He starts pacing.

“Carmy,” you say again as you try to catch his eye. He’s staring at some spare T-bones like they’ll explain to him whatever dish he was whisking eggs for last night. Fuck it. You grab his chin, tilt it until he has to look at you.

“D’you know the best way to calm down?”

“Lock yourself in the walk-in for three hours?” He’s trying to relieve some tension, but you have other ideas on how to handle that.

“Sex, Carmy.”

There. You’re terrified that you finally acknowledged it, finally confessed to what you’ve been thinking about for months, but thank God it’s out in the open. You’ve been blushing at his compliments on your food for far too long, ignoring how good he looks in a white tee for even longer. And today has been such a shitshow it can’t possibly get any worse by admitting to this too.

You wait for Carmy to shut it down, laugh it off, maybe even fire you, but he just looks shellshocked. Then again, that is his default look.

“I, um…” He rubs a hand over his forehead, glances up at you almost shyly. “I mean, um. What?”

“Listen, you’re fucking up service. You’re distracted, tired, stressed beyond belief. I want to help you, and I won’t pretend it’s just out of the goodness of my own heart. I’ve been interested in you for a while, Carmy. You can take that or leave it or kick me out of this walk-in if you want, but I’m here. I want to help you work through things, through all this anger. And…I want you to know you can take it out on me. And maybe even feel better at the same time.”

Carmy is flushed, and you’re all out of words. You kind of wish he was still looking at the T-bones.

“We, uh, we can’t.” Carmy leans back on a freezer for support, crossing his arms in a pose you normally associate with him working something out in his head, deciding what a dish is missing or what it needs to take it up a notch. “I mean, not now. Not here, at least. And I don’t know, we work together. I’m your boss. It’s not a good idea.” He reaches a hand round to his back, starts massaging the strain away there. It’s an especially effective position as he doesn’t have to look at you as he does it, as he says, “Sorry.”

You shrug a little, smile. Try to pretend it doesn’t hurt. Keep it professional, or as professional as you can get in a kitchen. “Hey, it was worth a shot. Get some sleep, Chef.”

You turn to go, hoping that stirring and slicing and plating up will shake off the embarrassment currently burning through to your bones.

But you don’t live to regret the offer as Carmy grabs your arm, spins you and shoves you hard enough into the walk-in door that it rattles on its hinges.

“Hey, everything okay in there Chefs?” you hear Marcus call, and it’s a reality check you absolutely don’t want right now. Carmy doesn’t even seem to have heard him, trailing kisses down your neck, collarbone, shoulder as your body arches into the feeling. You’ve had one too many fantasies about this walk-in since you started, but the actual feeling doesn’t begin to touch the dream.

“Yeah, all good Chef!” You manage to reply, but you barely get the ‘Chef’ out before Carmy’s lips slide over yours, pushing, demanding entry as his body keeps you pressed up against the door. Talk about being between a rock and a hard place, is all you have time to think between kisses.

There is no room or time for playing around. Carmy needs this, and you intend to provide, but you’re damn sure getting everything you can out of it just in case it never happens again. One of your hands curls deep into his hair, pulling his head back as your teeth click together in the ferocity of the kiss. You swear you can taste blood, but neither one of you pulls back, the saltiness only urging you on. Your other hand is busy loosening his belt, and you tug it hard to pull the silver prong free of the leather, hard enough that his hips jerk forward into yours and you moan, long and low.

Gravity suddenly spins on its axis as Carmy lifts you, turns and drops you down onto the freezer Fak installed last week. And for once in your life, thank you, Fak. The movement seems to shake Carmy out of it for a second, and he pulls back, hesitates. A hand curves around your cheek, and you can feel an apology coming, see the reticence forming in his eyes. And honestly, fuck that.

You hook fingers through his belt loops, dragging him closer and then using them to tug his trousers down. You’re not gentle as you reach into his underwear, wrap a hand around his cock, and you can tell that’s what he needs as he hisses, his head drifting back.

Removing his hand from your cheek, you guide it slowly down to your neck. His head snaps up, and there’s a darkness, a need, that wasn’t there before as you move your hand slowly, torturously, down his length.

“Hey,” you whisper, reluctant to interrupt the low grunts spilling from him with each of your movements. “I’m not going to break.”

You squeeze his fingers around your throat a little tighter, and it’s this that has him surging forward, messy mouths pressing together again and everything condensing into a rippling, burning, rightness as the fingers of his other hand shove themselves between your legs.

He lingers there for a moment, breaths short and sharp in your ear as he breaks free from your kiss and whispers, “If we had more time, I would clean up the mess you’re making all over my freezer, Chef.”

“My apologies, Chef,” you pant, the sweetness of the apology marred slightly by your fingers tugging hard through his curls. Then you’re pushing up his white shirt at the back, reveling in the heat of him, the muscles straining under your touch. “What’s my punishment?”

Carmy hesitates, then withdraws his fingers from you slowly, and it feels like the calm before the storm. One hand is still pressed loosely around your neck as he brings the other up to your face, runs the edge of his still-wet fingers over your lips. Asking or demanding, you don’t know, but you’re happy to comply. His pupils are blown so wide you can barely see the blue behind them, and when you slide your mouth over his fingers, taste yourself on him, he closes them in momentary bliss. And it’s so beautiful to see that you can’t resist pulling him in to share.

A Michelin-star chef with one of the most sophisticated palates on the planet. A renowned food critic once wrote of him, “In my next life, I’d like to be just one of the taste buds in Carmen Berzatto’s mouth.” And here he is, savouring you, tongue searching out every corner of your mouth as if he wants to figure out each and every component of your taste. Add the recipe of you to his menu, and make it every night.

You’re both done waiting, and the clock is ticking. You can faintly hear Sydney calling orders through the wall, although she sounds steadier now. You don’t know whether anyone out there knows what you’re doing, but a rampaging elephant couldn’t stop Sydney when she’s on a roll.

Carmy pulls you closer to the freezer’s edge, jeans and underwear falling to his ankles and suddenly he is right there, and-

“Oh, fuck,” is all you can say as he pushes forward in one swift, animal movement. And oh, pain flickers down your spine as he slides almost free of you and thrusts back, relentless, and this is exactly what you signed up for.

“ Fuck ,” he echoes, hand sliding down your neck to settle over your racing heart. “Fuck, you…I don’t know how you do this to me,” he pants, and you try to keep your moaning down so you can hear as words spill from him, “When you come in with your hair down before a shift, when you - ah - when you borrow my knife and I see you using it all service, when you let me light your fuckin’ cigarette for you. Shit. You drive me crazy on purpose, and you wanna know what the worst part is?”

You can’t breathe, let alone answer him.

“The worst part is I eat that shit up every time, ” he snarls, punctuating every word with a short, sharp thrust.

This is the animal you saw tonight, spitting curses, destroying his own food, all sharp edges and uncompromising will. Grunting as he bottoms out inside you, fingers clenched around your upper thigh hard enough to bruise, littering bites over your neck as if your colleagues aren’t an unlocked door away.

But the animal isn’t the end of Carmen Berzatto. There is more to him than the bear, and you intend to remind him of that before you’re through.

“Look around you,” you pant as he thrusts again, harder, sweeter, and you have to get this out before you tip over the edge. So you risk bringing the hand you were using to support yourself forward to turn his chin towards the walk-in’s walls, to beyond them, to the restaurant hard at work and the satisfied diners metres away who have no idea what’s going on in here, and fuck if that doesn’t make it all the more delicious. “Look what you made. Look who you are.” You watch his flushed face, hope he understands the praise, but you can’t hold on anymore to see your words land.

“You’re fuckin’ unbelievable, Carmy,” is all you manage to choke out as every muscle in your body lights up, tenses and releases in a flood so strong you wonder if you’ll ever surface, and if you even want to.

Carmy fucks forward into you twice more, and his head drops onto your shoulder as he groans, shudders, relaxes fully for what may be the first time in his life.

You stroke a hand over his head, pull him closer. You’re not quite sure when this stopped being a no-holds-barred quickie and became a quiet, intense embrace, but it feels right. All the desperation, the keyed-up energy, is gone from him. And if he never wants anything more than that, even though the idea is more than a little disappointing, you can take consolation from the fact that you at least managed to stop a raging Carmy in his tracks.

Although it is a little quiet.

“Carmy?” You ask, hesitant to break the silence. Thankfully, it still sounds like it’s all bustle outside. You wonder how long you’ve been in here, and try not to think about how you’re going to emerge with any shred of dignity intact.

Carmy pulls back, and you can’t define the look on his face, but it worries you. His eyes shine slightly, and his gaze skips across your face, down your body, not holding your stare.

“Are you okay?” You ask, praying this isn’t about to get really awkward really quick. The man’s still inside you, for Christ’s sake.

“Yeah. I, um, I should be asking you that.” Carmy’s hands skim down your sides, fingers pressing in randomly as if to check for bruises. He tilts his head to look under your chin, as if to check he hasn’t caused any permanent damage to your neck. “Jesus. Are you alright? I’m sorry, that was rough.”

“I’m totally fine.” You don’t know what to do to reassure him, so opt for two big thumbs up. “See? Voice working and everything.”

Carmy chuckles unevenly, takes a careful step back, and you try not to consider how empty you feel and how cold and slippery the freezer now is underneath you. You hop off, catching yourself on the side when you realise just how shaky your legs are. When you glance up at Carmy, he’s just staring at you, which is, frankly, unnerving.

“Do I look that bad?” you ask, pulling your hair out of what’s left of a ponytail to start again.

“No. No, I’m just…I’m just taking you in.” The raw honesty in his eyes pins you in place for a moment. But of course, Richie shouts “ Cousin!” before you can read into it too much.

There is a moment of panicked dressing and clean-up, a nod to each other to confirm you both look relatively sane and not totally fucked (even though you doubt it), and then a collective deep breath as you push open the door of the walk-in.

You don’t catch anyone’s eye for a second as you head to your station, Carmy’s presence like an open flame behind you.

“Corner. Corner. Behind, sorry Chefs,” you call as you slide back into place. Two quick glances calm you; one at the clock - seventeen minutes - and one at Sydney, who doesn’t look like she’s about to throw up and only has three tickets in front of her. You spare a final one for Fak in his position by the door, who you are positive would be grinning gleefully if he, or anyone else in the kitchen, knew what just went down in the walk-in.

“What do you need, Syd?” you ask, picking up the familiar back-and-forth of the kitchen again with some relief.

Carmy is quiet, focused, for the last half hour of service, but you can’t keep your mind clear. As soon as last orders are sent out, you slink to the back for a cigarette, hoping the smoke will at least wipe out your brain fog. It does the exact opposite. When you let me light your fuckin’ cigarette for you. You exhale, waving the smoke away as the words churn through your brain. I eat that shit up every time.

“Hey,” you hear, and you’re almost thankful to speak to the real him just to distract yourself from thinking about earlier.

“Hey.” You offer him a smoke, and he takes it, sinking onto the step next to you. The brush of his leg against yours is a lot more comforting than you expect it to be, relaxing a secretly worried part of you.

He takes a long drag, the kind of drag you only take when it’s been a shitshow of a day. “I just want to say I’m-”

“Sorry? It’s okay. It doesn’t have to happen again,” you finish for him. It hurts less that way.

“What? No.” He looks at you until you reluctantly meet his gaze. “Not for that. I’m not sorry about that.” He lets that hang there for a second, holds your eye. “But I’m sorry for losing my shit earlier. Nobody deserves to be around that, and…I want you to know I’m working on it. I wanna be…I wanna be good at this.” It’s a stilted apology as he thinks through every line, and it feels all the more sincere for it.

“That’s okay. I know. We all know.” You reach a hand out to touch his arm, and after a second, he lowers his head to rest on his knee, although his face is still turned towards you. You see his eyes flicker from your hand on his arm to your face.

“Although that wasn’t exactly how I expected that to go by the way,” he says after a moment.

You don’t try to pretend you don’t know what he’s referring to. “What, in the walk-in?”

“Oh, no, I’ve thought about it in the walk-in.” You ignore a pulse of feeling at his casual confession, at the idea that he’s thought about you. “I just didn’t imagine it so…heated, I guess.” Carmy raises his head again, traces a finger along your hand where it rests on his arm until you shiver. “Not that I didn’t enjoy it.”

You hesitate for a second before replying. Before extending the branch. “Well, I’m sure there’ll be other times, Chef.”

His eyes flick up to meet yours, and it’s your turn to watch his thoughts flickering there, watch as the fog clears, the idea forms, and he says, “Yeah. Next time.”

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wow guys thank you for reading i pray through the act of writing this that my jeremy allen white obsession will calm the fuck down, but i fear i've made it worse

if you'd like to keep up with me on ao3, you can find me here and please do send me any comments or feedback or prompt ideas, i would love to hear them <33 thank you!!

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noellawrites · 4 months

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Souvenir Part 2 - Yandere!Luca x reader

part one linked here

summary: someone pays you a surprise visit at The Bear’s friends and family night.

warnings: baby trapping mention, abortion mention, s2 finale spoilers

It was the night of The Bear’s soft opening and emotions were running high.

You were back to waitressing after having passed Luca’s pastry expertise to Marcus. You were just thankful to be back where you knew you belonged.

Too much time spent at the dessert station just made you think more about your time in Copenhagen and your little souvenir that has been growing inside of you for the last three months.

If you never saw Luca again, it would be too soon.

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“Hands!” Tina yelled and you approached from behind her at lightning speed, reaching out and grabbing table twenty’s focaccia.

“Fire up three t-bones and four calamari!” Sydney’s voice echoed from behind you as you rushed through the doors and walked briskly towards the middle of the restaurant.

On your way back, Natalie gestured to you from her and Pete’s table.

“What’s up, Nat?” you asked, feeling your nerves being reflected in her expression.

“I have some news for you,” she grimaced, reaching her soft hand up to touch yours gently.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What’s wrong?”

“Richie, uh… may or may not have invited Luca tonight,” Sugar said, wincing at your reaction.

“W-what? But he’s in Copenhagen, that’s… that’s not possible!” you exclaimed, louder than you meant to.

It wasn’t enough that he had to force a baby into you, but now he had to come all the way to America to rub it all in? You wanted to throw up.

“If he shows up, I’m switching to back of house. I can’t handle seeing him right now,” you stated.

“I understand, (y/n). We’ll figure it out,” Sugar promised.

“Yeah, and I’m gonna fucking kill Richie.”

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“Shit, there he is!” you hissed as you looked through the thin glass strip into the front of house.

“Oh shit, like, baby daddy Luca?” Sydney exclaimed, eyes wide in disbelief.

You nodded, gnawing at your lip as you watched him being seated at the bar. He was already looking around, no doubt searching for you.

You decided to help Tina and take over Josh’s station, since he’d disappeared and Carmy was still stuck in the walk-in. Tina and Syd both knew what’d happened to you and had been nothing but supportive through it all.

As you were distracting yourself by prepping dishes for Tina, you heard the door swing open and hit the wall.

“I thought I’d find you here,” said a voice with a familiar British accent.

“Uh, sorry dude, you can’t be back here,” Sydney stated, pointing at the door and raising her eyebrows at Luca.

As much as you wanted to scream at him, you knew that making a scene would only make things worse.

“Outside,” you said, nodding your head towards the back door.

—

“You never answered my calls.”

“You baby trapped me!”

“You could’ve gotten an abortion.”

“I can’t afford one!”

“Oh, poor you,” he sneered.

You swallowed a sob as you stared into his cruel, intense eyes.

“Why are you acting like this? Why are you even here?” you sniffled.

“I wanted to watch Carmy fail, of course. And visiting you and the baby is an added bonus,” he said, then reached his tattooed hand out to cup your rounded belly over your apron.

“Don’t touch me!”

“(Y/n), come back with me. You won’t have to do grunt work for Carmy or live in that tiny apartment anymore. You and the baby could live with me and you could focus on raising them. And you can work in my restaurant if you miss waiting tables.”

“I never wanted this baby, Luca.” you sighed, shaking your head.

“But I did. I do. So let me take care of everything, yeah?” he said so gently, holding out his arms to you.

You were weak and needy and tired, and you let him hold you close just like he had done three months ago.

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thenewausten · 8 days

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i need quackity rejection angst, like imagine a read asking alex out and he said no and she has to see him everyday and or stream with him often

Thanks for the request!

Quackity Imagine: 'Cause only love can hurt like this.

You and Alex were friends, you went to events together, you streamed together... He was so easy to like, you know?! Like, a gentleman with you and everyone around you, and it made you like him. It made you fantasise for nights your days with him being yours.

After a long talk with Tina, Cellbit and Foolish, you decided to ask him out. They said he'd accept, and to be honest, you thought he'd to.

It was a rainy day when you went to his house to stream, and before the stream, you decided to ask. "Are you okay? You seem to be a little nervous today." Alex says to you. It was one of the reasons why you felt in love with him: he used to notice you.

"Yeah, uhm.. Alex, can I ask you somethin'?!" You say and he nods, stopping what he's doing to look at you. "I.. Do you want to go on a date with me?!" You ask, and Alex is looking at you a little bit shocked, the boy closes his eyes and sighs. "Shit." He whispers, opening his eyes again and facing you. "Look, Y/N... I, I'm sorry, I don't see you like this, okay?!" He says, and you feel your cheeks burn in embarrassment and sadness. With all your friends saying that Alex seemed to like you, you started to believe, and now your heart was in pieces and you couldn't even go home to cry. You had to stream with him.

"Yeah, I.. Where was I with my head to think you'd like me, anyway?!" You try to joke around, but your laugh is almost a sob and your voice trembles with the pain of the rejection.

"Hey, I... I'm sorry, Y/N. I'll give you five minutes to open the stream, okay?!" He says and leaves. Great. You can't help yourself but cry, tryin' not to sob, trying not to make any noises, tryin' not to let all the pain out of your chest because if you do, you won't stop cryin' easily. "Are you better?!" Alex appears after five minutes and you get a little angry with his insensibility. "Yes." You say, sitting on the fuckin' chair in front of his computer. "Let's do this live, please. I just want to leave." You say, Alex sits next to you, a little upset, you can read it in his face. It's all over his beautiful fuckin' face. "I hope this doesn't stay between us like this." He says and you look at him. "At least on live." He says. It's unbelievable. How can he be such a dick?!

"I..." You start, but you don't even finish it. You're so fuckin' sad, Alex rejected you and now he's being so insensible with your feelings. "Let's do it." He says when he sees you won't say anything. You stare him with a "I can't believe in you" face and keep staring when he smiles to the camera, starting to say "Hi" to chat. "Hiii, chat! How's everyone doing?!?"

Alex touches your thigh to "wake you up" and smile to you, you look at the camera with a forced smile on your face. "Hi, chat!" You don't even recognise your own voice anymore. "I'm here today with Y/N and we'll play games we used to play in our childhood!" He says. "Are you excited, Y/N?!" He asks you. "Yes." You say, not even tryin' to hide your disappointment with Alex's reaction to all that.

The live was a nightmare, of course that your both fans noticed you were sad. That you weren't in conditions to stream, that you and Alex... At the end of the live, your name and his was on trending topics of Twitter and your phone was full of messages of Cellbit, Tina, Foolish and even Bagi and Philza. "Thank you for the effort." You hear Alex's ironic voice. He's full of poison to attack you right now. "Our names are on trending topics of Twitter because you can't even fake a laugh."

"I just asked you out because I fuckin' love you and you rejected me, Alex! Do you want me to be happy?! Or to be able to fake a laugh?! Sorry, I'm not a fuckin' psycho." You get up from your chair, tears blur your vision as you walk away from his office. "It's not the end of the world, Y/N!"

"What part of 'I love you' you didn't understand, Alex?!" You turn around to face him, Alex stops in front of you. "You're such a dick, dude."

"Just because I said 'no' to your invitation?! Of a date?!" He asks. "No, Alex! Because of your insensibility! All you did was dehumanise me since I asked you out!"

"I'm sorry, but I don't know what to do, Y/N! Do you want me to hug you?! To say 'you'll find someone that loves you back, princess!'?!" He almost yells at you. "You should've done it, you should've cancelled the fuckin' stream, you should've talked to me about it!"

"Well, I'm sorry I didn't do it! I just felt suffocated with the fact my friend wants to have a date with me." He says and you roll your eyes. "How old are you?! Six?!"

"Fuck you, Y/N." He says, upset. "Fuck you, Alex. I can't believe it!" You start to sob and sit on the sofa. For some reason, you still think Alex will come to hug you, you still want him to. You still think he'll whisper "it's okay" in your ear as he consoles you for the damage he caused on you. It might be tragic, but it's better than listen to him grabbing your belongings and putting it on your bag. You get up and wipe your tears away, Alex gives you your bag and you look at him. "I see you tomorrow for the next stream?!" He asks, and the desire of punching him on the face only grows.

"No, Alex. I won't be streaming with you anymore, or being friends with you." You whisper, Alex seems to be confused and sad for the first time in this situation. "And... What? I..."

"Can I leave?! You wanted me to, anyway." You ask. "Wait, what about our streams?! What about QSMP?! And our lore?!" He asks. "Are you really worrying about that, Alex?!" You ask. It's unbelievable. "I'm out of QSMP and you can do your lives and lores by yourself!"

"No, but that's what defines our friendship! I don't want to stop being friends with you, Y/N!" He says. "Can I leave?!" You ask, upset. "Sure." Alex whispers and opens the door for you. You leave his apartment without even turning around to look at him, you hear the boy slam the door and a couple of tears fall from your eyes.

You couldn't believe, your heart was broken because of Alex. You thought that, at least, he'd be nice with you, but not even that, you know?! He sent you a lot of messages, but you decided to block him, unfollow him on social media and not even speak about him on live.

You felt in love with the wrong person. Alex could never love you the way you loved him.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy the writing! :)

Requests are open!

#quackity #qsmp #qsmp brazil #quackity imagines #qsmp brasil #quackity x reader #alex quackity #quackity imagine #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackity headcannons #quackity fluff #quackity angst #quackity fanfic

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Hey there 💞 do you mind if I ask for billy hargrove not knowing how to deal with a crying y/n -prompt 20- please don't cry?

Let’s be real, Billy wouldn’t know what to do with a crying girl

You and Billy had been playing cat and mouse since he arrived in town. You saw him get out of his car on the first day back to school and your eyes connected in the courtyard. You flirted with each other openly, and sometimes took a little escapade in the back of his prized Camaro - like that night at Tina's Halloween bash.

Although you were known as ‘Billy’s girl’, you weren’t exclusive. He didn't want the trouble of a girlfriend. He wasn’t good with emotions or feelings, or love.

On Thursday night, Billy was in his room listening to loud music while lifting some weights when he heard someone banging at the door.

‘’Max! Someone’s at the door,’’ he yelled, his loud voice making the redhead jump on her bed.

She sighed, putting her Wonder Woman comic down and went. ‘’I’m going! No need to yell like that…’’

He was the world’s worst babysitter.

A few seconds later, Max stood in his doorway, a worried look on her face. ‘’Erm, Billy?’’

He groaned in profound annoyance, barking at his step-sister again. ‘’What do you want? I told you to get the damn door.’’

‘’I did. It’s…it’s for you.’’

Billy put down his dumbbell and sighed. Who the hell could be showing up at their door and asking for him?

He walked out of his room and turned the corner of the living room, seeing a figure in a hoodie - a girl, according to the pink stripe on her sneakers - in their entrance. The hoodie was big on her and the hood was shielding a part of her face.

Billy approached slowly and you removed the hood, revealing your trembling lips, mascara tears and the worst of all, a developing bruise on your cheekbone.

‘’The fuck is that on your face?’’ He stepping closer and took your chin between his thumb and index, tilting your face to get a better angle at the angry colors on your cheekbone. ‘’It wasn’t there when I dropped you off.’’ Billy’s jaw was clenched, anger boiling in his veins.

‘’I’m sorry for bothering you. I didn't know where else to go, I-’’

‘’I asked you a question. Who. Did. That.’’

‘’Same answer as you,’’ you mumbled, a tear falling from your eyes.

Anger crossed Billy’s. He could take his father’s abuse. He was tough enough to endure a hit or two, but a grown man touching a woman brought him back to when his old man would hit his mother.

He was seething before you, anger having turned to rage, thinking about getting in his car and nail your father to his grave, but a sob escaped your lips. You tried to cover it, but Billy heard it.

‘’Please don’t cry.’’ His voice came out harsher than intended.

His raised voice made you flinch, reminding you of your father's. Because of his experience with abuse, you knew Billy wasn’t going to touch you. He might talk loudly and yell, but he never got physical with you.

Billy cursed at your reaction, gently reaching out for you. He shook his head, trying to reformulate his words. ‘’I didn't mean it like that. It’s just, I don’t know what to do with a crying girl.’’

‘‘You could offer her some ice. That would be a good start.’‘

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#billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove imagine #stranger things imagine #stranger things

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Underrated QSMP Duos/Groups

Tina and Forever

Since day one Tina has had a soft spot for Forever, of which she stated during the Bagina date. She talked about how much of an impression he made on her when he welcomed them to the server, and she really did feel welcomed by his presence. During the Happy Pills arc, she was probably the most consistent person to ask and worry about his state outside of the Curing squad

Felps and Maxo

Fofoquieros who gossip about other people's love lives, enough said

Maxo and Baghera

They can match each others' energy so well in both comedy and with lore and investigations. They're also surprisingly keen on picking up on each others' subtleties

Forever and Pac

Probs not underrated after Happy Pills but they're moments sometimes go unnoticed. Pac is one of the people Forever trusts the most, and Pac looks up to Forever probably more than anyone save for maybe Fit. Pac was given a direct message in Forever's goodbye message, and his reaction should show you just how much they mean to each other (os moços <3)

Foolish, Mouse, Tina, Felps

They hung out together and did dungeon raids that one time after a big lore event and while Foolish, Mouse and Tina already know each other quite well, Felps fit in and matched their energy perfectly. 10/10 vibes that stream was

Ironmouse and Philza

Don't have too many moments together but when they do, they always make each other laugh. That one time they had to be spies but couldn't keep quiet cause they kept making each other crack up pretty much says it all

Tina and Badboyhalo

Somehow Bad annoys Tina more than Foolish does and that in itself is an accomplishment, but just like Bad and Foolish, Bad and Tina still hang out together quite a bit, and they're bickering has just become part of the friendship <3 (also this post)

Rivers and Roier

Rivers is a bit more reclusive so I don't see her talk to people that much, but her and Roier are great friends who can be themselves around each other. They're very funny together and have come up with some great bits/gimmicks, and we get to see Rivers being herself at some of her best when he's around. Roier also gets to joke around with her in ways that sometimes fly over other peoples' heads (sometimes its cultural, sometimes its just a Rivoier thing)

Etoiles and Antoine

They won't be underrated to the French community, but the non-French may have missed how great these two are (and all the French tbh, Baghera + Etoiles are another great duo). Etoiles and Antoine are those friends who have been married for 1000 years and also insults each other whenever the other one breathes; they know each other like no one else and can bring out the most in each other (whatever that "most" is depends on the time of day)

AyPierre and Maxo

Despite the breakup, at their peak Maxo and Pierre could always convince each other to say and do the most batshit things that most other people wouldn't be able to draw out of them. They make each other act way more cursed in the best way (see the Furry club for evidence); there's a sort of freedom in being able to find someone who's just as much of a freak as you are

Foolish and the Capybaras

Foolish actually knows the capybaras quite well, and has each of them distinctly memorized in his mind (he even named most of them). He pays attention to who they are as individuals, and he finds genuine delight in their antics. They've felt appreciated and happy enough with him that they allowed him to be their king, and its because of Foolish that they developed stronger lore relevancy

Honorable mentions (Egg Edition): Roier and Leo, Tubbo and Ramón, Bad and Richas, Pomme and Tallulah (can match each others angst levels), Tallulah and Richas

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Bears on the Road pt.2

Carmen Berzatto x Reader [pt.1]

More anxiety, and mentions of unhealthy living situations.

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The fourth time you hadn’t even planned to go in.

It was late. It was pouring. Your everything was a mess and you just wanted to cry, so you did. You didn’t even care about the light rain at first and now it was pouring and frankly you still didn’t give a shit. At least it’d somewhat hide the tears. You didn’t plan to go anywhere when you walked out of the apartment building, but your clouded mind had taken you here, to the front windows of the Beef that were taped up for renovation. Because of this you didn’t expect anyone to be there, so when light suddenly appeared on the ground next to you you audibly gasped and looked up with a panicked look on your face. You stared at the person that had just emerged from the restaurant. A shorter woman with dark curls. She looked at you for a moment, recognizing you from some time earlier and stuck her head back inside. “Yo Jeff. Come here!” She came back outside and opened up her umbrella, shielding both herself and you from the pouring rain. You kept your gaze fixed on he light reflecting off the wet tiles and only looked up when a shadow appeared in it.

“Oh shit, what the hell.” He stepped over the threshold of the restaurant, flinching as the rain hit him causing him to look up for a second before looking over at Tina who was till standing next to you. His eyes wide as he spotted you, quickly ducking underneath the umbrella and taking your hand without quiestion. “Come on in, out of this shitty rain.” He had pulled you up and inside in no time, saying bye to woman and sitting you down on a chair in the now empty, bare soon again to be restaurant. You looked around, the completely changed look of the place acting as a nice distraction from the impending dread that kept creeping closer with every passing second.

Richie was there, and the blue eyed man as well. you realized you never even got to know his name, and you only knew Richie’s because he had called him to get you some water. You sat there, repeating the calming motion of tracing your finger onto your arm with your breathing as Richie stood, staring your way but not speaking. He wasn’t sure he wanted to ask what was wrong since that usually led to more tears and crying. So he opted to watch you until hid cousin came back, before continuing to sweep the last bits of trash off the floor.

When the other one came back with a drink in hand you caught his eyes immediately going down to your arms, smiling, more to himself than anything else. He handed you the drink and pulled up a chair to sit down with you. “Thanks, eh..” “Carmen.” He filled in the gap for you, now also realizing he never shared his name with you in those times you met. “What’s got you sitting on our doorstep in the rain this late, huh?” You stared into his insanely blue eyes, trying to find the right words, the right way to start this bad news without breaking down like you did when you tried to text your family. After mumbling a few words and feeling the panic building up immediately again, you sighed and looked away, taking your phone and opening the notes app that held the text draft explaining your situation. Not every detail was on there yet but it gave him enough of a heads up, for now. You handed him the phone, eyes glued to the small device, waiting for a reaction.

“They're kicking you out just like that?” You avoided his eye and simply nodded, fidgeting with your rings. “Yeah,” single words and shaky breaths were gonna be tonights speech pattern to avoid crying every single time. “They’re what?” Richie chimed in, suddenly appearing behind Carmen and snatching the phone from his hands and reading over the text. “Where is it that you’re staying now? That old apartment building near the central station?” You looked up at him at he right assumption with raised brows. “A buddy told me they sold that place, gonna be renovating it and turn it into old folks’ homes.” You could only stare. No words to be found, just dumb, blank staring until somehow you snapped out of the daze. That ‘somehow’ turned out to be Carmen’s voice. “How quickly do you have to be out of there?” When you were writing everything own you hadn’t even gotten to that part yet before you broke down and had to stop, there was no way you were going to find an affordable place on your own in only three weeks. The thought of having to quit your study early and move back home made tears well up in your eyes. You looked up at the ceiling, trying to blink most of the tears away before they had a chance to fall. Raising a hand you held up three fingers.

"That's three months, I hope?" Carmen's reply is quickly shut down by Richie, who seems to know all about this whole issue. "Yeah, make that three weeks. Days are even better." Somehow you were thankful for Richie being here. Especially with him knowing all about your problem and answering for you. Carmen turned to face him, shaking his head in confusion. "Richie how come you know all this shit?" His question was answered with a simple shrug that made you giggle. "Buddy of mine lives there, complains about it every time I see him." His gaze moves towards you now. "Didn't know your girl lived there, though."

"Can't she stay at your place for a bit? You live alone." Carmen didn't know what came over him in this moment, never thought he'd be asking his cousin this, but right now he just needed you to be safe and off the streets. Richie sent you an apologetic look and turned back to his cousin, "I'm sorry man, with Eva's room being renovated and all the general house shit I got going on I don't know if I can take her in." Nodding a quick 'sorry' your way again. "Why don't you take her in? You got that extra room you're not using and you're always here anyways." Richies words made sense, in a way. But it was your sad, pleading eyes that made him agree.

"Eh, yeah. Yeah I got space." He nodded looking between you and his cousin, who shot him a knowing grin and a wink before turning back to you. "How about I drive you back to your place so you can rest. You can have the leftover boxes I got in my trunk and cousin here will pick you and your stuff up tomorrow, yeah?" It was an easy yes, there was no way you were staying in that shit hole any longer than you needed. You agreed and traded phone numbers with the guys and gave Carmen your address, written on the back of an order receipt so he knew where to find you tomorrow.

Little did you know he’d drag his cousin along to make it all less awkward. “To get your stuff packed more quickly.” He had argued as the three of you stood in your apartment, with all the necessities packed in two boxes and the suitcase you arrived with. One more box and your large travel bag filled with other belongings had left your apartment empty aside from plates, cups and bowls that you didn’t feel the need to save. You’d just save up some extra for new stuff when you’d find a new apartment eventually.

“So, aren’t you happy you never stopped living out of your suitcase, huh.” Richie joked as he put the boxes in the back of the van they brought along. “Wanna stay behind to take apart the bed while we unload this at his place?”

Carmen stashed the last box away and looked over to you. He hadn‘t really said much and Richie was clearly the mastermind here with Carmen following just along. Either way you weren't complaining since things were getting done and they were getting done fast. After making sure they would handle your stuff with care you agreed to stay behind.

When they got back you had your whole bed in a neat stack in the hallway, the mattress with a cover wrapped around against wall. Two pairs of wide eyes stared and blinked in surprise. “What?” You put your hands on your hips. “You think I had any help setting it up? Those asshole delivery guys dropped it on my doormat and left and even complained about it the whole time.” Richie just shrugged with a quick “okay” and Carmen felt himself fall head over heels in love with you right then and there.

The three of you made your way back to the van and drove off.

Once you set foot in Carmen's apartment you understood why he had been so quiet this morning. The whole room your bed would be in was cleared out except for a few small items in the corner. He probably worked until early in the morning to get this all ready for you.

That was the moment the realization truly kicked in and the tears started again. If you hadn’t gone into their sandwich shop that day, if your files wouldn’t have gotten corrupted you would have never met these people and you would have probably ended up on the street or having to quit your study to move back home. You would have never become friends with Richie, who you hoped would become ‘cousin’ for you too eventually. And you would have probably never met the chef who mad those crazy delicious sandwiches and magically whisked your anxiety away with a simple gesture and his kind voice, whose eyes you could get lost in for hours on end. Who, you secretly hoped, wouldn’t mind you staying here longer and not take looking for a new place all too serious.

“Hey,” carmen’s voice cut through your thoughts. “Come on, let’s gat you something to drink.” He put s hand on your back and led you to the kitchen as Richie patted your shoulder and said his goodbye for today, leaving the two of you alone in the apartment.

Carmen set down a glass of soda for you and sat down as well. “Once you’re feeling okay we’ll get started on unpacking, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

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A/N: So technically this is the end of the story, but if inspiration strikes to work out the little scenes in my head I'll add some more short bits to this universe!

#sometimes i write #the bear #fx the bear #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto imagine

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Something about foolish and bad being two immortal beings who’ve had skewed morals since the beginning of their time on the island. One being able to hide it pretty well and the other always open about the fact that he sees actions and consequences differently. Everyone knows foolish is open to playing multiple sides and doesn’t really grasp the repercussions of certain things like mortals do (he didn’t really understand why people reacted the way they did to him arresting Pac e Mike) he’s always been pretty open about the fact that the only people he cares about being hurt, either directly or indirectly, by what he does is Leo and Vegetta. Then you have bad who is pretty much universally trusted on the island, it’s bbh like yeah sure he pulls silly pranks and stuff but he’d never really hurt them, right? BBH and Foolish are so similar in so many ways. At the end of the day the only people that bad has trusted without a shadow of a doubt is dapper and Pomme, he would die for his kids in a heartbeat. He also does not care if others have to die for them either and I don’t think anyone but Foolish really knows or understands that about him. Pomme and Dapper were in a certain sense, bad’s moral compass. He wouldn’t allow himself or others to do certain things because it could hurt them. Mines? Absolutely not, are you crazy that could kill an egg? The eggs are gone? Bad is blowing everyone and everything up. Leaving boxes with invisible and strong magmas that can pretty much two shot you, what if one of the eggs was to open them? No way, he could never? No eggs around? Everyone gets a killer magma cube whilst he laughs at seeing people downed by them repeatedly. Here’s the thing, bad and foolish obviously love and care for people on the island but I just don’t think they truly grasp it the way everyone else does, the only time they’ve come close is when they’ve loved something that was fragile. They’re kids. It gave them a taste of mortality and so they had to change. Now that they’ve had that love and lost it? I truly don’t think they give a fuck about the consequences of their actions anymore. Foolish literally asked bad last night “Does your family trump all other families?” And after bad told foolish that he was in his family (because they can understand eachother in a way no one else can and I think that brings a lot of comfort) he replied “to answer your question by the way, yeah I think it does” like bad is just openly admitting he will do ANYTHING to get dapper and Pomme back and it doesn’t matter to him what it costs and who gets in the way. I really think that if this does lead to BBH capturing Fred for info no matter how devastated tubbo is BBH Will. Not. Care. Fred is just another obstacle he has to get through to get his family back. And foolish understands that and is encouraging him to do so. Foolish understand because that’s the exact way he operates too. Tina said she would’ve died for Leo and Foolish immediate reaction was to be like “just to be clear I would take you up on that offer and trade your life for hers” and just the other day when Bad was being his usual self and saying he wanted to live at Foolish’s place and the moment he started messing with Leo’s room foolish lost his mind, wanted to arrest bad for even daring to touch such a sacred place and when asked about what the order would think he said if they didn’t understand how serious it was that bad tried to mess with Leo’s room that he Did. Not. Give. A. Fuck. I just think they’re both very willing to be ruthless no matter the consequence and the only person who really understands that is each other.

Q!LANDUO YOU’RE SO FASCINATING TO ME I WANT TO PUT YOU BOTH IN LITTLE TEST TUBES AND STUDY YOU

#qsmp #qsmp vodblogging #qsmp rambling

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Q!TINA SAID YES TO Q!BAGI LETS FUCKING GOOOO !!!!!

#live kai reaction #qsmp #A WIN FOR YURI ISLAND !!!!#q!tina #q!bagi #teaduo #or is it bagina

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smokietaylor · 10 months

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This right here broke me

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koinvyokan · 2 years

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live tina reaction

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fanficshiddles · 9 months

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Dirty Little Secret, Part 1/2

Summary: Tina is super excited to go see her favourite band at last. But Loki has something more than just seeing and meeting them in store for her.

Note/Warnings: Daddy Dom!Loki, Dom!Chris Motionless, sub!OFC, threesome.

‘Lokiiiiiiiiii…’

Loki smirked and put his book down, he turned his head towards the door to see his girl, Tina, coming sheepishly into the room.

‘Yes, Tinaaaaaaa.’ He responded.

‘You know you love me, right?’ She fluttered her eyelashes at him as she crawled onto his lap and straddled over him.

He slipped his hands around her back to hold her in place. ‘Why do I get the feeling you’re after something?’

‘You know my most favourite band ever?’

‘Mmmhmm… Motionless, right?’ Loki narrowed his eyes at her.

‘Yeah… Well, they’re coming to the UK on tour soon. And I’ve loved them for over ten years, but am yet to see them live.’ Tina started curling a bit of Loki’s hair around her finger.

‘Of course we will go see them.’ Loki smiled.

Tina let out a big squeal. ‘Thank you thank you!’

‘When is it?’ Loki asked.

‘Next month, the twenty second.’ She grinned.

Loki frowned. ‘Ohh… that could be a problem.’

Tina’s face dropped. ‘What? Why?’

‘You see, I already got us tickets to a show… on that same night.’ Loki said with regret in his voice as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and brought up an email to show her.

Tina felt like her heart was breaking, such a sudden high at the thought of seeing them to then be brought down so quickly… But as she tried to hold back tears of disappointment, she looked at the email and squinted her eyes. Her heart started racing again and the excitement returned.

‘YOUALREADYGOTTICKETSOHMYGODWHAT!’ She screeched.

Loki threw his head back with laughter. ‘I know you too well, pet. As soon as they went on sale this morning, I got them.’

‘Thank you so much! I can’t believe it!’ Tina couldn’t stop smiling as she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.

Loki rubbed her back under her top and nuzzled into her hair. ‘I know how much you’ve wanted to see them, and how unlucky you’ve been to miss them each time they come here. No way I would let you miss out this time, love.’

Tina squeezed him extra tight, then leaned back and narrowed her eyes at him.

‘Can’t believe you made me think I was going to miss them again.’ She nudged at his chest.

‘Mischief is my middle name.’ Loki winked at her.

Time flew in and before she knew it, Tina was on her way to the concert to finally see her favourite band. She had been buzzing with excitement pretty much from the day Loki had gotten them tickets, but now in the taxi she could barely keep still.

Loki reached over and put his hand on her knee, giving her a squeeze. ‘They better be good, or your ass is on the line.’ He rumbled low to her, making her giggle.

‘Don’t worry, they are. I know you like them too, I’ve caught you humming along to them plenty.’ Tina said as she put her hand on top of his.

Loki couldn’t deny that, as he had heard her play them enough over the last few years of them being together. He knew quite a lot of their songs by heart now, even had some on his Spotify. Though he’d never admit it to her, since in the first place he had been adamant about not liking that sort of music.

‘Are we going to be queuing to get a good spot, or going for food, since we’re arriving few hours before doors?’ She asked him when they were a few minutes away.

‘Neither.’ Loki said, looking out the window.

Tina raised an eyebrow. ‘What are we doing then?’

He turned to face her with a big grin on his face. ‘Well, I might have connections... So I mayyyy have managed to get us backstage passes to get to meet the band before the show.’

Loki hadn’t been sure what to expect when he told her, but the look of utter horror on her face wasn’t quite the reaction he had been expecting.

‘Wh… what? You’re kidding… right?’ She stuttered, sounding rather scared.

‘I assure you, pet. While I am the God of lies, I am not lying this time.’ He smirked.

Tina’s eyes were wide and Loki just couldn’t get a good read of how she was feeling about it. Apart from clearly being scared at the thought.

‘Tina, is there something you’re not telling me? I thought you’d be delighted, but your face certainly doesn’t seem to be.’ He said as he gave her knee a gentle squeeze.

‘I… I am… But I…’ She couldn’t get her words out properly. ‘I’m going… I’m going to meet Chris Motionless?’

Loki nodded. But he noticed her face flushed red too.

‘Wait… Do you have a crush on him?’ He raised his eyebrow at her.

‘What? No… don’t be ridiculous.’ She laughed nervously.

Loki smirked. He knew she did, and he had known for years. He remembered when they first met, she had said as much when they were talking about celebrity crushes. But she clearly had forgotten she’d already told him so.

‘You’re lying, pet. If you carry on lying to me, you know you’re going to end up with a red bottom.’ He growled low, narrowing his eyes at her.

She blushed even harder and squirmed a bit at the thought. He had a mean swing when he wanted to dish out punishments.

He moved closer to her and gripped her chin, making her look at him. ‘No lying to Daddy, little one.’ He rumbled, making her legs turn to jelly with that tone.

‘Don’t.’ She whined, but they both knew she had already lost. When he used that tone and went into Daddy Dom mode, she was always putty in his hands.

‘I’m waiting for the truth.’ He said firmly.

‘Ok… I do. But it’s just for his voice.’ She laughed nervously.

‘Uh huh, sure it is.’ Loki chuckled. ‘Is it ‘cause he looks like me?’

‘Just because of the long black hair you think that makes you look like him?’ It was her turn to raise an eyebrow at him as he sat back and chuckled.

‘We are more alike than you think.’ He winked at her.

‘What the hell is that supposed to mean?’

‘Ah, here we are.’ He said as the car stopped just down the road from the venue. He hopped out and put his hand out for her.

She rolled her eyes and took it, knowing she wasn’t going to get an answer from him. He was in one of those playful and teasing moods, which she wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or not considering where they were about to go.

The stark realisation of who she was about to meet hit her like a ton of bricks as they entered the venue with no problem once Loki gave his name at the door to security. He felt her grip on his hand tighten with every step they took, more so when they could hear them sound checking.

Tina’s face lit up completely when they stepped into the stage room and the band was on stage warming up. Chris’ voice bellowed throughout the place. She was in awe.

When the band finished, Chris spotted them and waved them over. But Tina didn’t budge.

‘Are you coming closer or are you just going to stand here like a deer in the headlights?’ Loki asked.

She said nothing, just glanced at Loki with wide eyes. He smirked and put his hand at her lower back to guide her forward.

It reminded him of when he first met her, she had been rather speechless and very shy then too. She barely said a word to him for weeks, until he asked her out on a date and she had no option but to speak to him.

Chris hopped down from stage with a warm smile as they approached. Or more, as Loki approached pushing poor Tina along next to him.

‘Hey, you must be Tina?’ Chris put his hand out towards her.

Tina stared at his hand for a moment as if it was going to bite her before she took it with a shaky hand and managed to squeak out a hi.

Chris brought her hand up so he could kiss the back of it, making her blush furiously. But even more so with what he said. ‘Loki, you never told me how pretty your girl is!’

‘The prettiest of them all.’ Loki gloated proudly.

Tina glanced at Loki briefly, shocked and wanting to know what that meant. Had he met him before? He knew their names and he was speaking as if they had. But she was so starstruck she was struggling to even think straight.

‘I hear you’ve been a fan for quite a while?’ Chris smiled warmly at her.

‘I… yeah… sorry… I didn’t know I was getting to meet you until last minute.’ She rambled out quietly.

‘That’s alright.’ Chris chuckled. ‘Would you like a photo?’

‘Please!’ Tina said excitedly.

Her hands were shaking as she pulled out her phone to hand to Loki. As she moved closer to Chris, he put his arm around her waist and pulled her in close to him. Which surprised her, and she was also surprised that Loki wasn’t glaring daggers at him. He was usually rather possessive over her.

‘Thank you!’ She squeaked out once Loki took the picture.

‘You’re very welcome. Do you want to come meet the others? They’re not as good looking as me, but they’re alright.’ Chris teased as he motioned to backstage.

Tina nodded eagerly. Loki put his arm around her waist and they followed Chris through the back. She was so exited to meet everyone, and got pictures with them all, including a group picture. One with Loki and one without. She was shy around them all, but especially around Chris. So she was kind of relieved when they had to leave to go find a good spot for the show now doors had opened.

‘What was all that about? It’s like they know you already?’ She asked Loki once he got them drinks and they got a good standing spot at the side near the front.

Loki chuckled and draped his arm around her shoulder. ‘Did you really think I’d let you hang out with a bunch of guys that I didn’t know? Of course I was going to check them out first.’ He winked at her.

Tina just gaped at him for a moment before she got her thoughts together.

‘Wha… What? When did you meet them? And that was hardly hanging out.’ Tina laughed a little.

‘Last night for a few drinks. You really think that’s it over? Oh no, after the show we’re going for a drink with Chris.’ Loki grinned.

Tina’s eyes widened as she looked up at him and her mouth opened.

‘Close your mouth, pet. You’ll catch flies.’ Loki smirked and pushed her chin up.

The show began and they enjoyed the support bands then of course Motionless In White themselves. Tina was ecstatic to finally be seeing them, she sang and screamed along to every word. She’d completely forgotten about Loki’s plan of meeting Chris afterwards, until Loki took her hand and they headed round the back of the venue instead of getting a taxi at the end.

‘Are we seriously going for a drink with Chris?’ Tina asked nervously.

‘Yep… do you not want to?’ Loki asked as he stopped walking for a moment.

‘I… I do. I just, wasn’t expecting it.’ She shrugged.

Loki smiled and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. ‘You’re so adorable when you’re shy. I remember when we first met, how shy you were with me.’

She blushed and looked down.

‘Just like that.’ He chuckled and gripped her chin, tilting her face upwards so he could kiss her softly on the lips.

They ended up in one of the local pubs with Chris, Tina hadn’t really said much, she was still in a bit of disbelief. And being at a cosy booth table with both him and Loki was making her felt a bit antsy… in the good kind of way. She was quite happy just hearing them talk and watching them.

‘It was a great show.’ Loki commented as they were speaking about said show.

‘Thanks, it’s always good fun in this city.’ Chris smiled. ‘Any song we missed out that you’d have liked to hear?’ He asked Tina.

‘Oh, uhmm… I love all your songs, no bad ones.’ Tina shrugged.

Loki elbowed her slightly. ‘They didn’t play your favourite though.’

Tina’s eyes widened a bit and she shot Loki a glare, or an attempted glare anyway.

‘Oh, what’s your favourite?’ Chris asked.

Tina felt like her entire face was on fire. She could kill Loki for saying that, and the smug look on his face as he took a sip of his drink let her know that he knew exactly what he was doing.

‘Wasp…’ Tina said quietly as she tried to hide behind her drink.

Chris grinned. ‘No need to be embarrassed about that song choice. It’s a good one, if I may say so myself.’

‘Indeed. Made love to it quite often, haven’t we, pet?’ Loki said casually.

Tina’s eyes almost exploded as she looked at Loki. ‘Loki!’ She whined.

‘Though it is hatefuck and rats that really gets you going, more so when you’re in a bratty mood.’ He commented.

‘Oh my god.’ Tina put her hands over her face and sank further down in her seat to try and hide.

‘Pfft, surely not. I can’t imagine you being bratty.’ Chris said, making her try to hide even more as she leaned into Loki and hid her face against his arm.

The guys both chuckled at her reaction as she just groaned.

‘Aww, baby girl. Am I embarrassing you?’ Loki cooed and put his arm around her.

‘You know you are.’ She murmured against him.

‘That’s what Daddy’s do best.’ Chris said.

Tina froze at hearing him say that. Loki felt her whole body go slightly rigid. He looked at Chris with a smirk.

‘This is so not fair, you’re ganging up on me now!’ Tina said as she sat up straight and glanced at them both, her cheeks bright red. Loki thought she might actually explode at any moment.

‘You think this is us ganging up on you?’ Loki raised an eyebrow. ‘We can do that properly, if that’s what you desire.’ He took a last big swig of his drink.

‘Wh… what do you mean?’ She asked, glancing at Chris who bit his lip and winked at her. She looked back at Loki, who had that mischievous look in his eyes.

‘Well, Chris and I had a little chat last night. He’s single right now, and I know he’d be more than able to handle you for a night.’ Loki said suggestively.

Tina was so shocked at what he was implying, she never thought in a million years that Loki would actually be willing to share her with another man. Even for one night.

‘If you want to, of course.’ Chris interjected with.

‘Of course.’ Loki nodded. ‘But I get the feeling you’ve already been thinking about that situation, having both of us in bed with you. If I put my hand inside your knickers right now, I know I’ll find you aroused.’ Loki purred.

Tina squirmed on the spot, he wasn’t wrong. But she wasn’t sure how she would cope with both of them, their teasing was already bad enough. She wouldn’t survive it for sure.

Loki stood and so did Chris. They looked at her, waiting for an answer. Chris put his hand out towards her.

‘I’ll play gentle… at first anyway.’ He grinned.

Tina’s heart was racing as she looked at Loki. He smiled softly and nodded once, giving his ok. It wasn’t a prank, this was real and he was giving her permission.

She took Chris’ hand and he helped her up to her feet. His grip was strong, not much different from Loki’s, really. She was glad he’d taken her hand, as her legs felt like utter jelly and she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to walk otherwise.

‘There’s a hotel down the road, we’ll go there.’ Loki suggested as they left the pub. He fell into step at the other side of Tina and took her hand too.

She took a moment to look at Loki and then at Chris, in utter disbelief about what was happening with them both. She did think they looked pretty similar actually, with the long black hair, tall, strong… Though of course Chris with his piercings and tattoos was a big difference. And Loki being a God.

Loki could tell she was excited yet nervous at the same time, he rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand to soothe her and made her skin tingle.

They entered the hotel and Loki went over to reception to organise a room. Chris and Tina waited by the lift. He turned to face her and cupped her cheek, gently brushing his thumb over her skin.

‘Are you going to be a good girl tonight?’

Her knees almost gave out on her as she nodded quickly.

Loki returned swiftly with a keycard, they motioned for her to go first into the lift. Both gentlemen. They were on the third floor, and on the lift up Tina got more excited and aroused with every second that passed. With their teasing, it certainly didn’t help.

‘I must say, I am really looking forward to this.’ Chris said as he slid his hand up her back to the back of her neck, giving her a little squeeze and then stroking her skin. Making her tremble.

‘So you should be, Tina is an absolute delight to play with.’ Loki grinned and stroked her hair.

She closed her eyes and just completely melted under both their touch.

‘Oh I bet she is.’ Chris rumbled.

‘I was about to say if she gets nervous or a bit bratty, the back of her neck is her sweet spot but I see you’ve already found it.’ Loki chuckled.

Tina heard what they were saying but she was already deep in subspace she couldn’t respond.

‘Aww, I think she’s going to be a good girl tonight.’ Chris hummed, still stroking the back of her neck.

‘Mmmhmm.’ Tina nodded slightly, blissed out. Making the guys chuckle.

Chris kept his hand at the back of her neck as they reached their floor. Loki took her hand and guided them to their room. Loki pushed the door opened then stood to the side, motioning for them to go first.

‘Let the fun begin.’ He growled.

#tom hiddleston #loki #Loki x ofc #chris motionless x ofc #dirty little secret

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