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luvlyrv · 3 years

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My Model | Yeri x f!Reader College!au

Genre: College AU, fluff

Summary: Yeri needs a model for her final project. You need some money. With the time you spend working for Yeri, something starts to bubble up in your heart.

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Ah, school's already started again. What a bummer. It's almost 2AM and my sleep schedule is still very much fucked. Whatever, I'm feeling kind of down in the dumps so I wanted to write something cute. I also am considering writing a mafia!au series for Irene, please tell me if you'd like that or not! Otherwise, just enjoy this writing please :) even though I feel like the quality is significantly worse than my other writings. OH AND HAPPY NEW YEAR! AHH ALSO IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING YERI POSTED ON IG.

Date: 1/6/2021

It all started when you spent Saturday evening venting out all your stress to your close friend, Sooyoung.

"I'm sorry, I know we're supposed to be relaxing together right now but it's the only thing on my mind! I mean, they laid me off work last second and it's not like I have another job lined up and waiting for me. I wasn't even a bad employee! They were just trying to cut costs!" You tiredly half-shouted to Sooyoung.

She sat on the other end of the couch, body bundled up in your blankets while nodding. She patiently listened to your worries and complaints. After you had said what was on your mind, you both decided to binge some awful zombie movies.

* *

You were quickly redoing some of your notes when you heard a faint vibration coming from your phone. You picked up your phone, checking the notification from Sooyoung that just appeared.

"heyyy, i know this isn't an actual long-term job that ur looking for but i have a friend who could use some help rn! she'll pay!"

You feel a spark of excitement as you begin to type back a reply.

"Yes!! Anything helps. I don't care what it is I'll do it."

"are u free tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

"her name is yeri and she just needs a model for her to create some outfits and shoot pictures of. meet her tomorrow at xxxx at three?"

"Tell her sure thing :)"

With that you returned to studying with a small smile on your face with a little bit of your worries melting away.

* *

You rock back and forth on your heels, nervous to meet a stranger. You knock on Yeri's door only to be met back with a faint clatter and muffled footsteps. A short while later you hear some muttering as the door finally opens.

"Hello!"

While you were curiously scanning the area around her dorm room, the sudden sound of her voice made you shift your focus to the now open door and the girl standing in front of you. You felt your body stiffen as you made eye-contact.

"Ah, uhm, hello! Hi, you must be Yeri, right?" You manage to say aloud.

"Yeah, and you must be Y/N! Nice to meet you. You can come in." She says as she steps aside to make room for you.

You enter her room, only to be greeted by materials being strewn across nearly every piece of furniture possible. A clean mirror was in the middle of her room and a sewing machine sat off by the side.

"I'm a fashion major if you couldn't tell already." Yeri half-joked with a smile gracing her lips.

You smile back at her. "Yeah I assumed so from what Sooyoung described yesterday. How much are you paying again?"

"Well, I assume you took this job because you're a desperate broke college student. I am also a desperate broke college student. I'll give you around $25 after every session. I can't pay much but I'll try. I mean, you're giving me your time after all."

You nod at her answer. "Sessions? Am I going to have to come over multiple times?"

"Yeah, I have to create three different outfits. I'll just get your measurements today. After that you'll have to come over and model and make sure that they fit well and so I'll know if I have to do any revisions. So, mind if I start taking measurements now?"

"I wouldn't mind at all."

Yeri pulls out a measuring tape and begins to measure your body. She makes sure your posture is correct, placing a hand on your back, sending miniscule shivers down your spine. She moves around your body carefully making sure everything is accurate all while giving you the faintest touches around your body. You felt bad. There wasn't anything unprofessional about this situation at all, yet you couldn't help but to feel your face heat up a little. Yeri was a pretty girl and you just couldn't help but to melt around pretty girls. You found it a bit adorable to see her so focused on her task at hand.

All too quickly Yeri announced that she was done taking your measurements.

"Is that going to be all for today then?"

"I guess, I'll start working on the outfits now that I know your sizes." Yeri is already going to her sewing machine, her hand reaching out to a sketchbook you didn't realize was there before. "Oh! By the way, we should exchange numbers so I can tell you when we should meet up again." She says while looking back at you.

You pull out your phone and walk closer to her, the both of you exchanging contact details.

"Thanks for today, Y/N. I'll pay you next time you come. I'm sure you'll love the way these outfits look on you too!"

You make your way out of her room and shut the door behind you for her.

* *

Time has passed and you've already been to Yeri's place a couple times. Each time feeling a little bit more suffocating under Yeri's overwhelming presence. The way her eyes would look at you, carefully judging the details of the clothing she put hours of hard work in. The way she'd always thank you for your time. You couldn't help but want to know her more.

Despite wanting to get closer with her though, you never seemed to text her for any reason besides modelling for her. Sooyoung kept encouraging to just talk to her casually. You tried to follow her advice, tried to convince yourself that it wouldn't be the end of the world if Yeri didn't want to text you back, but every time you began to write a hello or considered sending her something you chickened out.

Today was another day where you would visit Yeri. You enter her room, basking in the warmth of Yeri's now familiar and welcoming smile.

Wearing the third and final outfit of Yeri's project you shyly spoke out, "Well, do you think this one needs anymore revisions?"

You watch as Yeri once again eyes you up and down. Yet, something felt different this time. Or perhaps you were making things up in your head. You watch as she turns her head back up to you with shining eyes.

"I think you look wonderful."

You purse your lips as you feel your heart beating way too fast.

"Honestly, this is my best work yet! God, I'm a genius. Hey, one day Y/N I'm gonna become a top designer and you'll be my model again. Got it?"

You crack open a smile along with Yeri at the sight of her enthusiasm. Although you didn't really feel close with her, let alone as close as you wish the both of you could be, over the past couple of weeks it felt like the two of you had warmed up to each other.

"I really appreciate the offer." You tell her with sincerity in your voice. It seemed like there would be no more revisions though, and no more revisions meant no more modelling for Yeri. With that your happy mood seemed to be ruined as you sighed and spoke out. "Well, I guess I'll change and be on my way then. Thank you so much for allowing me to work with you, Yeri."

After all this time, you failed to get to really know Yeri. You felt upset at the fact that it felt like you just wasted a chance to do something. Even though you'd still have her number after today, it was a near guarantee you'd still be too chicken to ever message her something. Disappointment began to build up in your mind as you made your way towards a room to change clothes. All of a sudden you heard Yeri's voice calling out to you.

"Y/N, if you really want to thank me, why not go on a coffee date with me sometime?"

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pogueit · 3 years

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Hardships of Breakups

A/N: I am ashamed of this, but I had to write it! This is my first time writing any “smut” and I’m already bad at writing as is so if you decide to read this I am so sorry!!!

Summary: You just got out of a relationship and Rafe wants to make you feel better.

Warnings: smut. fingering, oral (male receiving), fingering slight choking, etc....

Songs: Bruno Mars entire discography (for some bizarre reason) and added St. Vincent for taste

Word count: 3,501

*GIF NOT MINE CREDIT TO @cigvrrcte AND THEIR DREW STARKEY GIF PACK!!*

You hated how loud it sounded when your fist gently tapped against the looming door, but what you hated the most was being there. Being in that area kept you on edge and more so being at the Cameron's residence. The only reason you ever stepped foot on Figure 8 was to pick up your siblings. Your little sisters had struck up a cute friendship with Sarah and Wheezie this summer after helping the girls rescue some godforsaken sea turtles. Typically picking your sisters up wasn't such a burden, because you and Rafe had picked up a running gag of who can be the biggest asshole. You hate to admit it, but you always looked forward to seeing Rafe, and even worse you felt kinda sad if he wasn't the one to open the door.

Today was miserable, it had been a whirlwind of absolute bullshit and you just couldn't wait to be home and let your sadness swallow you whole. Two of your co-workers called in "sick" for the next 2 days meaning you were going to have to work doubles on the busiest weekend of the month. It wouldn’t be that bad if you hadn’t found out earlier this morning that your sweet wholesome boyfriend, Tate, had been cheating on you with a touron for the last month and a half which you tried to play off as a nuisance, but it wasn’t working. Even just thinking about it brings fresh hot tears to your eyes and makes it seem as if you can’t breathe as your chest tightens, but you couldn’t bring yourself to cry. Well, not until you’ve finished beating the shit out of them and making Tate never want to cheat on any poor soul ever again. You can’t believe you thought he was different, especially because he had to have liked you back at some point, and most boys on the island didn't exactly like you in a romantic sense. You believed everything was going great in the relationship. The two of you were practically conjoined at the hip and had just about everything in common. You were elated that someone that you genuinely liked liked you back and you tried your best in trying to make the pogue dating a kook thing work. Had you been really that stupid? Did you really not pick up on anything? Or did you let everything go over your head on purpose? You were driving yourself absolutely insane with all of these consuming thoughts. The thing that annoyed you the most was all the fucking whispering. You hadn't noticed it at first, but after finding out about Tate being a motherfucker of the first degree, you couldn't stop picking it up. Everywhere you went you could hear the soft voices quickly exchanging information with each other. It became worse after you finally found Tate and that touron on the beach and gave them both a beating they would never forget.

After causing that scene at the beach, you were finally able to let go and cry. Your heartbroken ass was a complete mess by the time you got to work. Your eyes hurt from being so puffy and red as the result of crying so much beforehand, but lucky for you your job was at the dish pit at the resort. You were notorious at work for having eyes that were sensitive as all fuck and since you were around a bunch of disinfectants all the time your eyes would constantly be bloodshot and swollen like a fucking balloon. So, you didn’t have to worry about anyone asking any invasive questions, but they probably all know what went down by now.

Work was miserable like always, but being the weekend it had an extra kick in the tit quality to it, and by the time you clocked out you were ready to just drop dead.

When the door opened you hoped it was someone working at the house or even Ward Cameron of all people, but it was Rafe. When your eyes landed on his figure you inherently rolled your puffy eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. He never saw you in this state before and he let his usual hardass demeanor soften. Rafe was used to seeing a smart-mouthed badass, not a puffy-eyed snot nosed loser, but being a creature of habit he still awaited a smartass comment from you. When all he got was a sniffly "I'm here for my sisters'' his concern for you only grew. Rafe had been on the mainland since the ass crack of dawn helping his dad with the construction company and had just been dropped off by his dad only a few minutes ago. His phone died not even halfway through the morning, so he wasn't able to see the hundreds of thousands of messages Topper and Kelce sent him about what went down with you and Tate.

The poor boy was genuinely confused and didn’t know what to say. He was so ready to shoot some stupid insult back at you that he was at a loss for words and it didn’t help that he's harbored a little crush on you ever since middle school.

"Uh, they’re still not back yet" the words made your bottom lip tremble and you could feel your eyes getting prickly with tears. All you wanted to do was go home and put an end to this god awful day, but you couldn't even do that, you still had to wait for your sisters.

"Oh, um, I'll just-- come back later" you sniffled, quickly turning away from him already feeling the tears slipping down your tinted cheeks. You were stopped by Rafe's strong hand grabbing hold of your upper arm preventing you from fully turning around.

"Fuck off, please" your voice cracked, embarrassment washing over you as you tried to tear your arm away from him and failing miserably. Rafe without missing a beat pulled you into a hug to try and comfort you. Never in a million years would you have ever imagined yourself trapped in an embrace by Rafe Cameron and nevertheless that he would be any good at giving it. You were still sobbing uncontrollably but you’ve never felt safer in anyone's arms, especially a mans, until now. You let yourself melt into his arms letting yourself enjoy the boy's presence around your shivering body.

"Uh, why are you wet?" Rafe spoke up after a few seconds after feeling the moisture in your clothes start to cling to his.

"Work" you unburied your face from his chest and looked up at him. You could feel your stomach flutter when you caught his blue eyes staring down at you which suddenly made you very shy, a shyness you never experienced before, especially around Rafe Cameron.

Without another word you were being dragged up their grand staircase and into the boy’s room.

You didn't expect his room to be so warm and cozy like a Sunday afternoon when you have nothing to do the next day. The room was filled with soft light and music was streaming from a record player in the corner. You curiously inspected his living space and sniffled as your eyes snooped around at all the things that brought Rafe some sort of comfort.

"Uh, you should probably get warmed up" Rafe stated before scrambling to find some clean clothes for you to wear.

"Umm, here” he gently placed the pile of clothes into your hands, “The, uh, the bathroom is right there" He pointed to the white door that led to his bathroom. You wandered inside and quietly closed the door behind you. His bathroom was the size of your bedroom if not bigger and it was definitely nicer than anything in your house. You quickly jumped into the shower and as you relished the hot water on your skin, you could hear Rafe switch whatever mumble rapper record he had on to something easier on the ears. Once you’ve finished washing up, you change into the clothes provided to you and walk back out into Rafe’s room. Immediately you could feel his gaze on you, lingering on your figure wrapped in his clothes. He sat in a puffy chair near his desk as you still stood in front of the bathroom door. It was unbearably silent except for the soft pseudo rock music that played in the background. It was still for that moment neither of you made a move nor a sound and you could just feel the water droplets sliding down your cooling skin. He was awe, adoring how you looked wrapped up in his clothes, and couldn’t help but imagine taking them off you in a heated moment. You, on the other hand, had come to the conclusion that you absolutely loved Rafe’s hair when it was messy and ungelled. It made him look softer and not like a forty-year-old with a failing business. Agitated with the tension you two had spawned, you marched towards where he was sitting and grabbed his face with your hands, before roughly smashing your lips to his. Your whole body was on fire as he kissed back and brought you down to sit on his lap. His hands delved underneath the shirt you were wearing and glided up your back, trying to feel as much of you as he could. Rafe started to get eager and deepened the kiss when you began softly grinding your hips. However, the small little fact that you have a boyfriend, to his current knowledge, faltered his motivation and pulled back from you.

"You didn't mean to do that" he pulled away from you, bringing your hands that were wrapped around his neck down to your lap.

"Do what?" You were confused searching desperately in his eyes for whatever he was trying to tell you.

"Kiss me" He shifted his gaze down to his hands that held yours.

"Please, let’s not do this right now" you leaned back in, but his hands kept you in place.

"What about Tate, huh?" You rolled your eyes at the sound of that motherfucker's name and judging by your reaction and the mess you were a handful of minutes ago all the pieces were starting to make sense. You could see the light bulb that’s located somewhere in his head slowly lighting up and paired along with the sudden realization in his blue eyes, he was finally putting 2 and 2 together.

"Can I get back to kissing you?" You pouted jerking your hips forward soliciting a deep groan from Rafe who nodded frantically. You promptly attached your lips back to his supple ones all the while continuing to slowly grind your needy pussy onto his growing cock. Rafe's hands soon found themselves on your ass and began groping and lightly smacking each one. From all the grinding and groping you were starting to get desperate. Rafe being the self-titled 'Sex God' he could sense it and was determined to make you cum at least twice. Normally, he'd shoot for more but time is a variable and not really on his side, so he settled on twice. He didn't mind if he was just being used as a rebound, he actually found it kinda hot or maybe it was just because it was you. Rafe halted your steady movements and forced you to stand up for half a second before turning you around to sit back on his lap. You couldn't even get a word in, because as soon as you were back on his lap with your back against his toned chest he had already shoved his hand down the front of the pants you were wearing, leaving you a shuddering mess. Just feeling how wet you were made Rafe let out a loud groan.

"Is this all for me?" He whispered as his index finger teasingly rubbed quick circles around your swollen clit. His left hand wandered up from your waist to play with your tits, pulling and pawing at the soft skin. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything as you were too busy whimpering and withering in his lap. Rafe turned the rolly chair to the side so you could place your feet at the edge of the desk and give him more access to your pussy. He loved how you bucked your hips against his hand as he made his way closer to your entrance.

"God, please, just finger me already" your moan full of desperation.

“As you wish” and with that, he plunged two long digits into your core.

“Oh, fuck!” your back arched in response and your grip on his arms tightened. His fingers slid in and out of your heat at an achingly slow pace. Mainly because Rafe enjoyed how his fingers disappeared in your pussy and how you rolled your hips against his hand a bit too much.

“Rafe, please--” you were losing your mind at how slow he was going, and all your desperate attempts to speed things up only made him go even slower. The warm fuzzy feeling that ruled your body remained stagnant and you were determined to reach your release.

“What is it baby?” he cooed into your neck, before latching back onto your neck surely leaving dark little marks.

“Go faster” your breathing hitched in your throat as his thumb ghosted over your clit.

“Faster?” his left hand left your tender breasts to focus on your clit, so his right hand could properly drill into you. His hands got right to work pounding and curling his fingers into you and with the added friction to your bundle of nerves you were a whimpering mess on his lap. That familiar build-up of heat in your lower abdomen was quickly approaching and you didn’t think you could hold on any longer.

“Rafe, baby, I’m gonna cum” you squealed as he immediately drilled into your g-spot. When he hit the right combination of nerves your body was finally able to let go and you let out the most pornographic series of moans.

“God, Y/N, that was hot” he gave your ass a hard slap before pulling his fingers out of you and holding them up to your swollen lips. You happily open your mouth and let him slip his fingers into your mouth. Your tongue slowly swirled around his digits, cleaning all your juices off of them before pulling them out of your soft mouth. Rafe couldn’t help but moan at your actions and he was surprised he didn’t just cum in his pants right then and there.

"My turn" you placed a brief kiss on his cheek, before shedding the remaining clothes from your body and getting on your knees. Rafe couldn’t help but moan at the sight of you on your knees before him. You eagerly pulled out his ridiculously hard cock and your mouth watered, finally seeing it in its full glory. You rested your tongue at the base of his long girthy member, with your eyes fixed on his ecstasy filled features. Slowly you made your way to the tip and swirled your tongue around it collecting all the precum. Your left hand held a steady pace at the base of his cock as you paid extra attention to the head. His self-conscious whimpering encouraged you and as the whimpering turned into loud moans the more you got turned on. When he began to subconsciously buck his hips you took it as a sign to take him deeper into your mouth. His hands rushed to grab your hair which inherently made you moan sending chilling vibrations down his shaft. That alone made him push you further down and the farther he made you go the more you thanked god for forgetting your gag reflex. Tears still stung your eyes at the lack of breathing room and you could feel his cock twitch at the back of your warm throat as you messaged his balls. Rafe was so fucking close to cumming down your throat, but he wanted to save it for your pretty pussy.

"I need to fuck you" He stated as he pulled you off his cock and stood up along with you. Rafe’s lips were immediately on your swollen lips and his hands traveled feverishly all over your body. He slowly backed you up until the backs of your legs touched the bed and he gave you a gentle push.

“You look so fucking hot” he groaned as he stared down at your naked body and stripped out of his shirt and sweats. He rummaged through his nightstand for a condom and you bit your lip as you watched him roll it down his throbbing cock. Rafe climbed back on top of you and searched your eyes for any sense of doubt, which you were completely void of, you never wanted anything so bad in your life before. His dark blue eyes were glossed over in lust and his only priority was to fuck the sadness right out of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist as the tip of his shaft traveled through your slick folds properly lubricating his pulsating member. Rafe brought you into another kiss before he slowly began to push into your desperate core. You both let out pleasure-filled groans as he inched further into you. After he finally bottomed out he took a second to relish at the feeling of your tight pussy around his aching cock.

“God, babe, you’re so tight,” he thought no matter how many times he will fuck you in the foreseeable future he will never be able to get over the feeling of your pussy. You’ve never felt so full and you just adored how his dick stretched you out. You already couldn’t wait to fuck Rafe Cameron again. He almost pulled out completely leaving the head barely in, before smashing back into you. The impact caused you to let out a loud moan, which Rafe quickly muffled with his mouth. He proceeded to relentlessly pound into your pussy. The short fast thrusts hardly let you catch your breath and the hand squeezing lightly around your neck wasn’t helping either. You could feel the warmness begin to boil in your stomach with each harsh thrust. Rafe was in love with the obscene noises that were coming from your dripping cunt with each one of his thrusts. He was also enamored by how your pussy would contract whenever he would apply even the slightest pressure on your beautiful throat. Rafe wasn’t going to last any longer and judging by the noises you were making neither were you. All you needed was just a little push, with his free hand he messaged quick little circles on your puffy clit.

“Rafe-- I’m--” You let out a strangled cry as he picked up his pace and paid attention to your bundle of nerves. Your legs began to shake uncontrollably and you let your eyes roll to the back of your head as you let the crashing waves of your orgasm take over. You let out a series of ear-splitting profanities paired along with Rafe’s name. The increased tightness in your pussy that came from your climax was enough to send Rafe into his and after just a couple more thrusts he came. His little moans and whimpers sounded like a symphony of overdramatic angels.

"We should do this more often" Rafe chuckled, before pulling out of you completely and leaned in for just one more kiss.

“Yes, definitely” you sighed in agreement and pecked his lips again as he was pulled away.

He rolled off of you and reached over to toss the used condom away. When he came back you lazily wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him down to lay on your chest. Rafe added on to the plethora of hickies that littered your neck as you played with his hair. You just wanted to stay that way forever encased in an intimacy you were scared of never feeling again, but like everything else it was short-lived. When you heard the sudden loud yammering of the girls busting through the front door both your bodies went rigid.

"Fuck" you both jumped up from the bed and desperately put your scattered clothes back on.

“Do I look presentable?”

“Almost--” He gently combed through your hair as you fixed his shirt and patted down his hair. The two of you took a deep breath before descending the stairs already being met with skeptical glances from the teenage girls sitting in the living room.

“Are you guys ready?” your sisters groaned out a yes and bid their goodbyes to the Cameron’s.

"Thanks for the clothes again, Rafe" you shot him a cheeky smile, but before you could even turn around to leave, thinking you've managed to not gather too many questioning looks between you and Rafe, he just couldn’t help himself and grabbed your face smashing your lips together.

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dreams-of-wings · 5 years

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Daughter of the Devil

Imagine: Being Hades Daughter and meeting Carlos for the first time.

Small warning: So from rewatching D3 about 5 times I realized while I was writing this that Hades never actually used his powers on the Island, nor does the Ember actually glow either till it gets past the barrier - even though the promos that showed Hades in his hideout did in fact have him burst into flames. So for the sake of my sanity, let's say the barrier effects him a little differently because he is infact a god so I would like to think that the majority if not all of his powers do not come from magic, but also for the sake of him not being OP - it does hold him back like a lot.

It was a stupid move, Carlos would admit that. Some punks managed to corner him and hustled him for anything valuable he had on him. They let him go after they took his shoes, a couple nice shiny things he managed to snag, and the jacket off his back, but they said something and he just got so angry. He mouthed off to them and now he was running for his life, ducking weaving, jumping over obstacles. He was scared to look back, worried that if he did it would just allow his pursuers to catch up faster. He huffed, and wheezed as he ran through the tarnished, dirty alleyways of the Isle - knocking over a few garbage cans and unsupported stands. He hadn't noticed he was running out of things to help protect himself till he frantically looked from side to side and noticed there was nothing, and no one he could use as a shield. He went for the only thing he could - an old abandoned warehouse. Maybe he could find something there he could hide in.

Carlos could see the silhouettes of the thugs chasing after him, and he stumbled to quickly open the large sliding metal doors before turning around and closing them behind him in a desperate attempt to put up a barrier between him and them. When he turned around his blood ran cold, and his face paled. There was absolutely nothing here for him, no where to hide, nothing to defend himself with - just some large support columns and beams that were sturdy enough to keep the building standing for a few more years. There was an old red, rusted, metal staircase at the back but he couldn't see what it lead to since the top was covered by thick plastic and tattered cloth.

Carlos gasped when he heard the large door rattle from behind him, and he jumped back a few steps, almost falling onto his rear end from lack of coordination.

"We know you're in there twerp!"

Those kids were messing with him. Rattling the door and banging on it just to scare him.

"Go away!" Carlos screamed at the door, half knowing it was a pathetic attempt at getting the bullies to back of. He really did fall back when the steel door flew open, "No, no, no!"

"Just who do you think you are?!" The one who was obviously the leader of the group stomped a few steps forward. He was large, granted Carlos was pretty small compared to most of the kids his age. The salt and pepper haird boy panicked and tried to crawl back and away from the approaching group, "I'm sorry!"

"Yeah, your gonna' be!" The stocky boy to the right baited Carlos, moving toward him like he was going to lunge and causing him to flinch.

"I already gave you everything I had!"

The three larger boys were about to go for him when they heard an unfamiliar voice, "Hello?"

Carlos hadn't heard the voice over the sound of his own rapidly beating heart and labored breaths. However, the lack of punching and kicking got his attention, and he quieted long enough to hear the sound of metal 'thumps' and creaking under footsteps. He risked a peak through his arms towards the staircase he had seen earlier and saw what looked like a little girl with long, wild, vivid blue ombre hair. She wore tattered cloths and a well worn denim jacket that was definitely a few sizes too big for her. Before he knew it, Carlos had unfurled himself from the fetal position and now laid flat on his stomach on the cold cement.

"What's going on?" You stood at the bottom of the stairs, head tilted slightly to the right in confusion.

"None of your business," the leader of the thugs spoke up.

"Well you're in my house, so that makes it my business," you were quick to snap back. You had a short temper, just like your father.

Carlos' mouth dropped open, you looked like a harmless little girl, but your attitude seemed to suggest that you could handle yourself.

"We're just trying to get back what this twerp took from us!" The slightly lankier thug who had remained silent till now spoke up, and the stocky one backed him up, "Yeah, and he thought he could hide here so we followed him."

"Really?"

"Yeah," the leader smirked. Maybe they could get you on their side, then they could add getting beat up by a girl to the list of things they pick on Carlos for, "So you see, he's the one really trespassing. We're just trying to make sure he pay's for it."

Carlos swallowed thickly, looking back and forth between both sides as the exchange happened and he frantically shook his head, "N-no!"

"Cause it doesn't really look like he has much on him," the curious look on your face contorted into an angry frown - with your brows furrowing and your previously wide-eyed gaze turning sharp. The three thugs felt a chill go up their spine, as did Carlos.

"Look, girly," the leader took one step back as you took one forward, "If you're not going to help then beat it!"

"Who are you to tell me to leave?!" Your long tresses bursted into blue flames that extended down your arms. All four of them flinched back slightly both from fear and shock. How did you have magic on the Isle?

"This is my house," you took a couple more steps forward, "You don't have a say in what I do!"

Carlos practically lept to the side and out of your path as you continued your way towards the three burly boys, causing them to stumble back before they practically tripped over eachother to get to the warehouse entrance. Never had you heard such large boys produce such shrill screams.

"You're gonna' regret this!" The largest one had the nerve to turn around once he had crossed the entrance threshold and shake his fist at you.

"Try me." You watched them as they disappeared from sight through the alleyway they came from, all while your flames slowly died down to nothing. You almost forgot Carlos was there till you heard a quiet 'thump', and you whipped around. He had been trying to get up, but in his haste to leave before you could see him he slipped on a damp spot of old oil mixed with water. Carlos flinched when you turned to look at him, but quickly averted his gaze to the ground, "S-sorry," his voice was small, "I didn't mean to trespass."

You quickly made your way to him, causing him to flinch as you rapidly closed the already small distance between you and him, and for a second he cowered- afraid of what you would do to him with your flames. A moment passed, and when he felt no kicks, punches, slaps, or searing flames he looked up, eyes immediately landing on your extended hand.

He sat there for a good few seconds, mouth agape in awe. Were you helping him? His brows furrowed in confusion before he dragged his gaze upward, "What do you get out of it?"

"I was hoping a friend."

What?

"A friend?" Now he was definitely confused. No one on this island tries to make friends, just allies -if you can even call them that- relationships where both parties benefit, and there was no way you thought you could possibly benefit from having him as a "friend", right?

Before he knew it you crouched down to his level and gently took a hold of his hand - his still open mouth snapping shut at the action before he allowed you to pull him up. You took this as more of a 'yes' rather than a 'you know what you're right, I should at least get off the floor', and proceeded to drag him towards the red staircase, "C'mon!'

Carlos was still trying to process whether or not this was actually happening, and it nearly made him trip over the steps as you lead him to the top, "Hold on!" The platform the metal stairs led to was surrounded by those thick plastic bags and tattered fabric he had noted earlier, but now he would see that they hung and were tied to some lower beams - effectively shutting the world out. He didn't really have time to inspect any further as he was pulled through some makeshift curtains, and into a room that must have previously been some sort of office.

An old desk laid against the wall to the left, decaying wooden book shelves were huddled and grouped to the far right, and any other mesilanious items that would make an office an office lined the walls - all to make room for the mountain of torn blankets and patchy pillows that were in the center. How long had you been staying here? It was normally hard for kids yours and his age to keep a mildly decent place like this, usually the older residents of the island would have chased off anyone else from a place like this.

"Sit, sit!" Carlos was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of your voice. He glanced around the room one last time before cautiously making his way to the pile of fabric at the center of the room and sitting, watching as you walked over to the fallen over desk.

You shoved off the large piece of damp old wood that you had haphazardly thrown over the opening where someone would normally put their legs, and pulled out a black garbage bag. Carlos' brows furrowed as he watched you struggle with it for a moment, and he was about to go help you move it when you finally managed to pull it out of your little hiding spot before dragging it over to him.

What was in it? Stolen knickknacks? A dead body? Several dead bodies?

The trash bag rustled as you opened it.

Food?!

Carlos forgot his manners for a moment and snagged the loaf of bread that was at the top of the pile. He briefly wondered how you were able to get such a nice looking piece of bread till he turned it over and noticed it was burnt. Oh. Still pretty good though as far as Isle of the Lost quality is concerned. He rubbed off the chard flakes that created a shell over the bread, tore away the inedible portion, and was about to take a bite out of it when he paused and looked at you.

"Sorry," Carlos moved to hand the bread back to you, but you shook your head and sat down cross legged.

"Eat," you lightly pushed the bread back over to him.

He looked concerned for a moment, looking down at the loaf of bread before breaking it in half as best he could, and handed you the slightly large piece. You smiled and happily took it, placing it on your lap before rummaging through the bag.

The bag was full of food. Mostly canned goods that were past their expiration date - but that was the good thing about most canned food: they had a long shelf life and should be fine so long as they're sealed properly. You saw what you had been looking for and smiled with glee as you pulled it out. A quarter wheel of cheese. It had a bit of green mold beginning to grow on the corner, but you simply broke up that bit and tossed it to the side to let it be forgotten. Such a waist of food - figures those Auradon pansies wouldn't know that cheese wheels are dense enough to allow you to break off molded pieces and still have it be edible. Or perhaps they did know, but threw it out anyways because it wouldn't fit their 5 star standards.

You break the cheese in half and pass one half to the frost haired boy before you.

"I dont even know who you are..." Carlos felt a bit guilty. Maybe he shouldn't be taking your food. So far it seemed like you had no one, while he still had a mom to go home to. Sure she was terrible. But parenteral issues weren't exactly rare on the island. Still though, here you were- living in an old abandoned warehouse, sleeping on a pile of old, torn, smelly blankets, and scavenging for something to eat that wouldn't give you food poisoning. Carlos had gotten lost in thought again, and hadn't realized you said something.

"Huh?"

You introduced yourself again, leaving out the part about how your father is Hades, the God of the Underworld before asking him what his name was.

"Carlos," he smiled, watching as you took a bite out of the bread before taking one out of the cheese. He took that as his cue to eat as well, "I don't think I've ever seen you around?" Which was odd because this was a small island and there really was nothing to do other than wander and steal.

"I keep to myself," you shrugged, "I stay in the places where their aren't very many people."

He nodded and continued to eat, causing a silence to fall over the both of you. How does one make friends?

"Do you get picked on a lot?"

Carlos was caught off guard by that question. He wanted to lie and say no, but something told him you would know it wasn't the truth, "Sometimes," now it was his turn to shrug, "but I try to keep my head down," he said through a full mouth, "keep to myself and avoid trouble. Trouble kinda seems to find me though..."

"Those guys were jerks who obviously have nothing better to do," you interjected.

"What else is there to do?" Most of the youth on the island spent their free time engaging in gang activity.

"Nap," you answered simply. It was you and your father's favorite pastime.

Carlos snorted at this, "Napping is for babies."

"Napping is for everyone," you defended, "Napping helps you grow." You paused to look out the window towards the back of the room, "Shoot!"

Carlos looked back as well and furrowed his brows in confusion. The sun must have been going down. It was hard to tell on the Isle of the Lost due to all the clouds, but the sky would turn a dreary, muggy, pinkish-orange color around sunset.

"What," he turned back to look at you, but you were already tying the plastic bag back up and stashing it back in the desk before quickly tossing your half of the food in his lap.

"I have to go, or my dad's gonna kill me!"

Wait so you did have you parents?

"Your dad?" He sounded confused. He thought you lived by yourself, he thought this was your home.

"It is my home."

Oh, did he say that outloud?

"My home away from home." You dragged the plywood back onto the desk to keep your stash of food hidden, " if it were up to my dad, I would never leave our home."

You patted off your clothes before making a beeline for the entrance to your little den.

"Wait!" Carlos staggered to his feet, almost dropping the cheese and bread as he stood and by the time he got his bearings he could hear you making your way quickly down the stairs, "Hold on!"

He ran for the doorway, food still in his arms, "What about your half?!" By the time he got to a point on the steps where he could see you, you were half way across the warehouse.

"Keep it!" You called without looking back. You could hear the squeaking of shoes with crappy grips accompanied by the rattling of metal mesh as Carlos tried his best to catch up to you, "Hey!"

You stopped when you were at the entrance to the warehouse and turned to look back at the boy, "What?"

"C-could I maybe stay here a while?" He looked down at the ground, glancing up at you for a brief second before returning his gaze to the cement floor - like he was ashamed of asking, "I'm worried those guys might be waiting for me on my route home."

"Sure!"

He quickly looked up at you, slightly gobsmacked. You nodded and smiled, opening the sliding door, exiting the building, and then closing it behind you before you headed home.

Once you were sure you were out of earshot you let out a giddy giggle, happy you may have made a new friend.

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