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(Spinning Out) Justin Davis x Fem!Reader: New Partner

OMG, you guys, I read the Favorites by Layne Fargo, and it made me think of this show! I wish it wasn't cancelled. Anyway ~

Y/N gets the spot as Justin's new skating partner because she knew Dasha. She also knew Leah from Olympic skating training a few years ago.

Also, yes, I did change the plot a little. ** I don't own any of the characters or the plot, except for Y/N and her storyline *** yes I did change the plot a bit ***

** Y/N = Your Name **Y/L/N = Your Last Name**

Justin's POV

This week has been chaotic.

First, Leah injured herself for the season and is out. That means I need a new partner. And stat.

Second, my dad is angry that I continuously party at night, which is not new news, but he's getting more annoying about it. He doesn’t let me live my effing life. I’m still a good skater, I don’t see why it’s a big deal.

Third, Mandy is really trying to inject herself into my life to make sure that my skating career doesn't flop. As if it will. She needs to lay off and chill. She even told me that she recruited my potential new partner with Dasha and she flew her out here.

I'm supposed to meet my new partner any minute now. Dasha said she knew this potential partner and that she's talented. Hopefully she's excellent at skating and hot, I mean it wouldn't be too much to ask for... Or I hope it's Y/N. She’s both hot and talented. A guy can dream.

Who is Y/N L/N, you may ask? Let me tell you ... She won every ice skating single and duo competition by the age of 18. I remember watching clips that Dasha had of her competing, where she stole the show every time. She moves with such grace and precision. She's everything an ice skater should be. She even trained for the Olympics. Then she paused ice skating because she went through a lot of traumatic situations and wanted to go to college. No one saw her on the rink for 4 years. Then word got out that she was back and better than ever. She's competed solo a few times and placed in the top three each time. She's apparently in talks to switch to pair skating for some odd reason, which means she could be my partner. I don’t get why she would quit when she could sweep every competition this season. Easily.

I better not get my hopes up. It won't be her. Most likely, it will just be a Leah double. Ugh.

I walk in and sit next to Dasha at the rink, before I ask, "Where is she, Dasha?" Dasha answers, "Mandy is driving her here. I saw Mandy in the hallway, so your partner must be getting ready." I reply, "I hope being with Mandy doesn't make her hate me before we even meet." I hear, "Don't worry about that. Mandy was perfectly pleasant." I turn and see Y/N standing before me in all her glory. She is even more perfect in person. I gasp and ask, "Omg, are you real? Are you really here across from me?" Y/N smiles, holds out her hand, and says, "Yes, I'm real and I'm Y/N L/N, but it looks like you know who I am, Justin Davis." I gasp again, shake her hand, and reply, "You know my name... I mean, my name is Justin Davis. Nice to meet you." She smiles and replies, "Dasha and Mandy have told me a bit about you, and I think we'll get along." I smile and exclaim, "I don't know what they said to you about me. Hopefully nothing bad though." They all laugh. That scares me.

Y/N and I go onto the ice for the first time together. I try not to freak out anymore because, well, that could lead to one of us injuring each other... I don't want that. I want Y/N as my partner. And I haven't even skated with her yet.

We practice and Y/N trusts me enough to where I'm able to hold her up high as I skate. I also ease up on being awkward around her and try to relax.

Your POV

Omg omg omg. You can't believe that you two already practiced a lift on the first day. You were nervous, but Justin seemed like a strong and trusting individual just from meeting him. Well, you are seeing a possible arrogant and, quite possibly, broken individual underneath his front. But, you really shouldn't judge him off of day one. And he also seemed in awe of you presence, which was weird. It’s like he knew your skating history.

After we finish skating, Dasha exclaims, "You two are beautiful skaters separately and together. I really think we'll do well this year. Justin, please be on time for every practice. Today was different in that you were meeting a possible new partner and we said roughly 8AM. Let me know if you'd like Y/N to be your partner. Y/N, please continue to de-stress before every practice. I can tell today it really helped you remain calm and trusting. Be sure to also let me know how today went." Justin replies, “This could be done privately, but I do like Y/N and think she would be a great new partner." Omg. Wow. You reply, "Thank you. I'd love to be your new partner. Some days I may not be as trusting, but that's the point of me de-stressing before and it should always help with that."

You go to the girl's changing room and change into comfier clothes. Leah storms in and sits on the bench by you. She asks, "Why didn't you tell me you were coming here and also working with Justin?" You ask, “Why didn’t you tell me that you quit working with him? I didn't know you two knew each other, and that this was the Justin who was your partner. I guess I should've realized it because everyone seems to know each other up here. Why did Justin say you were injured? You look perfectly healthy right now!" She sighs and answers, "It's too much to talk about right now, can we talk later? There's a good coffee shop I like." You nod, and she replies, "Good, I'll text you," before walking off.

You walk outside and realize that Mandy never said where she was taking your suitcases/where you are staying. Boy oh boy, this is confusing. Should you call her? Is she still here?

Before you can call, you hear, "Y/N, what are you doing out here?" You look over and see Justin walking towards you. You answer, "Um, well, Mandy took my stuff and I have no idea where I'm staying. I was going to call her for a ride." Justin replies, "I know where she'll make you stay. I can drive you. Come on, the car is this way."

We get into Justin's car, and I exclaim, "Thanks for driving me. It's really kind of you to do so." He replies, "Of course, it's no problem."

We listen to a calming indie playlist until we get to a hotel. It looks fancy. OMG!

Justin parks in a spot near the front and we get out. I follow him inside and to the front desk. They immediately bow and say, "Yes, Mr. Davis?" He answers, "Yes, hi, Mandy should have left suitcases for a Miss Y/N here. I'm not sure where she sent them. I wanted to check in Miss Y/N here." The front desk receptionist says, "Great, uh, yes, Mandy sent those bags up to your room. She told us that Miss Y/N was to stay in the spare bedroom in your suite while she stays here. Is that not correct?" Justin shrugs and answers, "No, that sounds like something Mandy would do. Is everything upstairs then?" The receptionist nods and replies, "The bags were placed inside the living room of your suite." Justin nods, turns to me, and says, "I guess we're going up then."

You follow Justin upstairs and to his suite. HIS SUITE?!?! YEAH WHAT??!?!!? You really should've done more research on who this man was. And you're staying with him?!??!

You go into Justin's place, and he exclaims, "Welcome to your home for ... uh, as long as we're partners. I hope that’s awhile. But it’s okay if not.” You smile and reply, "Thanks, I appreciate you letting me stay here, even though it sounds like you had no idea. I'm sorry that Mandy does that. It kind of sucks." He nods and replies, "Yeah, it does. But, it'll be nice to have someone here and ... Y/N, I promise to be responsible as your partner." You smile and reply, "Oh, thanks. I promise to be responsible, too." He smiles and asks, "However, I do have a party tonight. I think it’ll be my last one for the season or at least I’ll try to let it be.. So if you'd like to, we could go together." You ask, "Is Leah also going to be there?" He answers, "Yeah, why?" You answer, "I need to talk to her. She never told me that she was injured. I mean, I know she kind of avoided talking to me about ice skating while I was away from it. But she still is keeping secrets. I don't like it." He replies, "Ah well, Leah is like that. At least to me, she is like that."

That night ... Justin's POV

I wait for Y/N to get ready and we head out in my car. She looks really effing good tonight. I can't stop glancing over at her. Y/N asks, "Justin, is there something on my cheek? Or am I not dressed right for this party? You keep looking over." OH she caught me! I answer, "You're dressed great! I mean, you're gorgeous. There is nothing on you. I just think you look good." She replies, "Oh, well thanks then. You don't clean up too badly yourself." I smile.

We walk into the party and we start by getting drinks. At least Y/N is not so obsessed with how she looks to not have fun some of the time. I notice Gabriel and Leah walking over. Leah says, "Y/N and Justin. Wow our competition, right Gabriel?!?!" Gabriel replies, "Yes, hi, you two. It's nice to meet you, Y/N. I've heard nothing but lovely things from these two." Y/N replies, "Nice to meet you, Gabriel. And Leah, girl, we're going to win." Leah gasps and replies, "Ah, this is why I love you. Now come dance with me, Y/N." Leah and Y/N go off to dance.

I look over at Gabriel and ask, "How long have those two known each other? They seem really close." Gabriel answers, "Oh, they met a couple of years ago when they were both training for the Olympics. I guess they hit it off because Leah doesn't like many people, and she told me that Y/N is the only other female skater she likes. They talk every week, I know because she'll stop our practices to talk to her... How is it going with Y/N?" I answer, "Um, well... she's everything I could want in a partner. She's graceful, passionate, perfect." He replies, "Wow, okay, loverboy. CHILL, haha! I've never seen you this excited about a partner before. That's good, right?" I answer, "Yeah, if I don't screw it up." He replies, "You won't if you just let her in."

I look over at Leah and Y/N. They keep dancing, randomly whisper to each other, and keep dancing. Ice skating requires some dancing skills, so it's safe to say they capture most people's attention. I notice the guy's eyes roaming their bodies and smirking. I feel protective of Y/N. I'm not shy about my feelings and not gonna lie that I like Y/N. I'm not telling her, though. I can't ruin our skating partnership. It's barely even begun.

Gabriel pulls me over to them to dance all together. I'm not really a dancer, but I'll make an exception. Gabriel twirls Y/N into my arms. She grabs my hands and we start dancing together. She grinds on me a few times causing me to blush and rub my hands on her body.

Practice tomorrow is gonna be an interesting one.

After dancing to a few songs, I start to get tired and I can tell Y/N is as well. I walk over to a couch and sit down. Y/N walks over to me and sits next to me, so I put my arm around her shoulder. I ask, "Wanna head out? I can drive us home." She asks, "You don't mind doing that?" I shake my head. She smiles and replies, "Then yes let's head out." I smile and we leave the party.

I get into my car and Y/N asks ,"Hey. Ummm are you drunk or no?" I answer, "No. My only drink was mainly mixed with soda. If at some point you're worried, I will pull over and we can wait for an Uber to arrive for you." She nods and smiles. I ask, "Wanna do the aux honors?" She smiles and asks, "Really? Thanks." I nod and start driving. She smiles and turns on some playlist she called Late Nights and Long Drives.

We arrive at the hotel and I park in my spot. We get out and head upstairs to the suite.

We go into the room, and I exclaim, "I'm glad you went tonight. I appreciated having you there... I also liked dancing with you." Y/N replies, "I enjoyed tonight with you, too. I think us spending time together outside of skating will strengthen my trust in you, so we'll keep getting better." I reply, "We can hang out more if we need to. We can have specific dates we hang out." DATES? Did I say that? I continue, "I meant like days of the week, not romantic dates. Unless that's what you want, then yeah, we could do that. But we also don't have to." She replies, "I thought you meant actual dates when you said that. Like… dates dates." I laugh nervously, stepping back slightly, hands fidgeting. I say, "Right. Yeah. That’s what I meant… or, kind of meant. I don’t know. It’s dumb." She tilts her head, watching me carefully, and says, "It’s not dumb. Just say what you want." I shrug, looking anywhere but at her. I say, "I don’t know what I want, really. I mean, I do, but... sometimes it feels safer not to want anything. That way, if it disappears, it doesn’t hurt as much." She softens, "Are you afraid I’ll disappear? Or worse, fake an injury to be partnered with someone else?" I let out a small laugh — not because it’s funny, but because it’s too honest. I answer, "I’m afraid everyone does leave or fake something. Eventually." Her gaze doesn’t leave mine. I continue, trying to cover it up, "It’s not about you. You’ve been great today... I know it's only been one day since we've been partners. It’s barely any time at all really. It’s just... I’ve gotten used to people showing up, getting close, then finding the door. So I try to beat them to it." She steps closer and says, "I’m not going anywhere. I want to be your partner. But I need you to let me stay and not push me away." I nod slowly, voice barely above a whisper, "I’m trying. I really am." She smiles, gently taking my hand, "Then maybe let’s try those 'dates dates.' And see where they take us." I look at her, heart pounding, still afraid — but a little less than before, before I say, "Okay. That... that sounds good." She smiles back at me.

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Tbh this show is underrated :/

Should I make this a series? Also, yeah sorry that was very insta-love omg wow!

THANKS FOR READING :)

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Can you make Jeremiah Fisher x male reader. Both Jeremiah and male reader went out for a jog or something

Jeremiah Fisher x Male!Reader: Jogging (Request)

Y/N = Your Name *I do not own the Summer I Turned Pretty characters or plot*

Y/N's POV

There is a coastal jogging trail just outside Cousins Beach. It’s early morning — the sun is low, golden light hitting the path. The ocean breeze cuts the heat, and birds call from the trees. Jeremiah and I are jogging side by side, earbuds in, matching pace. I love running together; it might be one of my favorite activities we do together. There's just something for running your personal best with your personal best boyfriend. HA!

Jeremiah pulls out an earbud and says, “Okay, I’m not gonna lie… you’re definitely faster than me today.” You laugh and reply, “Don’t worry. I’ll slow down for you, Fisher.” He gasps and asks, “Are you… flirting with me and lapping me? That’s cruel.” You wink and reply, “You love it.” He bumps your shoulder with his, smiling widely.

As you round a curve, Jeremiah suddenly points up ahead. You both slow down. Up the trail, a couple of deer are grazing near the edge, half-hidden in the brush. One looks up, ears twitching. You whisper, “They’re not even scared.” He replies, “Maybe they can tell we’re harmless.”

You both stop for a moment, just watching. Then the deer leap away into the woods.

Jeremiah says, “Well, guess they had places to be." You ask, “Like a smoothie bar?” He answers, “That’s my kind of wildlife.”

We're now at a smoothie place near the beach. You and Jeremiah sit at a small outdoor table, sipping from colorful cups with messy hair and glowing skin from the run. Jeremiah exclaims, “Okay. I got pineapple, mango, and that weird protein powder you told me about.” You sip your drink and ask, “And?” Jeremiah smiles and replies, “Not bad. Still think mine’s better." You laugh and say, “Objectively wrong. But I admire the confidence.” He leans in just a bit, hand brushing yours over the table. He then says, “Y’know, mornings like this—with you they’re kind of my favorite.” You smile and ask, “Yeah?” He answers, “Yeah. Even if you keep beating me at jogging.” You reply, “I’ll always wait for you.” He smiles and you continue, "I also really like the mornings with you. The best boyfriend and the best morning runs." His eyes soften, and then he leans in to kiss you—sunlight, salt, and the faint taste of mango between you.

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Can you make Jeremiah Fisher x Luke (the one from the party).

Gotta be honest, will have to rewatch!

I don't remember him, sorry.

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Can you make a pt. 2 to JJ Maybank x Jeremiah Fisher. JJ protects Jeremiah from Topper and Rafe when they’re on their date.

JJ Maybank x Jeremiah Fisher: Party in Outer Banks Part Two (Request)

Part One <- read first!

Masterlist

JJ's POV

Jeremiah and I sit on a bench, sharing a basket of fries and passing a root beer back and forth. It’s our second real date, but equally as important as the first. Why? Well, no real reason, except we're together but not out to everyone.

Jeremiah laughs loudly and says, “I can’t believe you tried to bribe the server with a seashell.” I smile and reply, “It was a cool shell, bro. Had character.” He smirks and replies, “You’ve got character.” I reply, “Yeah? You’re not so bad yourself, Fishboy.”

I notice Topper walking up and he exclaims, “Well, well, what do we have here? JJ Maybank getting cozy with a Cousin?” Rafe says, “Didn’t know you swung that way, Maybank. Thought you were just reckless, not pathetic.” I stand up and ask, “Pathetic?” I laugh and continue, “Coming from the guy who snorts coke off his daddy issues and still cries when he doesn’t get his way? You’ve got money, Rafe — but you’re the most bankrupt person I’ve ever met. At least I know who I am. You? You’re just noise in designer clothes.” Rafe's fist clenches, and I snap, “You’ve got five seconds to walk away." Topper asks, “Or what? You’ll throw your fries at us?” I make sure to block Jeremiah with my body and answer, “No. I’ll make sure you don’t walk straight tomorrow.”

I can tell Topper and Rafe are hesitating right now. They know me— and my temper. My fists clench, but I don’t throw the first punch. Not yet.

Rafe scoffs and exclaims, “Not worth it. Let the low-lives enjoy their dock date.” Topper looks over at Jeremiah and says, “Didn’t know you liked your guys with anger issues.” I snap, “Shut up. Just leave."

They leave. I'm still standing watching them walk away as Jeremiah touches my hand gently. He slips his hand into mine before saying, “Hey. I’m okay.” I reply, “They don’t get to talk to you like that. Not while I’m around.” He replies, “You didn’t have to do that. But I’m glad you did.” I turn to face Jeremiah, shrug, and say, “I’m not gonna let anyone make you feel small. Not tonight. Not ever.”

I sit back down next to Jeremiah. He leans in and kisses me — firm, grateful, honest. I kiss back.

Jeremiah whispers, “You’re kind of my hero, you know that?” I grin against his lips and reply, “Don’t tell the Pogues. I’ve got a reputation to ruin.” He laughs and kisses me again, harder this time.

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Thunderbolts Headcanon - Going To A Gala As Their Date

Valentina saw photos of you and one of the members out in the city, thought it looked like you were dating, and so she wanted to show the world what a cute superhero couple you were. EXCEPT, you were never dating them to begin with. AND, you’re both crushing on each other.

Includes: Bucky, Bob, Walker

Y/N = Your Name

*I do not own the Thunderbolts characters*

Masterlist

Bucky

Bucky had considered you his best friend when Steve went back in time and grew old without him. He was lost without Steve, and then he found you. You had joined the team before the Infinity War and were often helping with the technology. He found himself drawn to your presence and you even stayed with him in Wakanda. One to be with him and two to learn about their technology. When he moved back to the States, it only made sense that you became his assistant and helped him in his role as a Congressman. You were the only one who could help him and understand him, as well as you could. He found himself longing for moments alone with you in the office even if he still hadn't told you how he felt. Joining Bucky with the Thunderbolts felt right to him. He knew your strength and worked well with you.

When Valentina told you that you two were to be the "superhero couple," you couldn't say you were even shocked that you were chosen. Yelena always said you and Bucky were the Mom & Dad of the team. Alexei didn't like hearing that, haha! The others agreed with Yelena and Bucky got all blushy when she would say it in front of the both of you. Yelena also told you that Bucky like liked you and you realized that you needed to finally tell him about your feelings for him.

You're putting the final touches on your makeup, and you hear a knock, before you say, "Come in!" Bucky walks into your room dressed in a freshly tailored suit that makes your jaw drop. Literally. You exclaim, "Wow, Bucky, you should be in a suit more often. It looks good." He blushes a little, turns his head slightly, and says, "Thank you, Y/N. You saw me in suits for Congress, how is this different?" You glance up at him from your vanity and answer, "Now that we're dating for the media's attention." He leans against the wall next to you and says, "Yeah, that's why I came in here a little early. I figured we should talk strategy for tonight." You turn to him and say, "Very well. What are you thinking?" He answers, "Um... I guess we should hold hands." You stand up and take his hands before saying, "Okay, anything else? ... Is there anything I should do that you'd like from a girlfriend?" He looks down at your hands and replies, "I um... I am good with whatever you do... And you don't have to hold my metal hand if you don't want to." You reply, "Why wouldn't I? It's a very important part of you. To not embrace it would be like pretending I only care for half of you-- and I don't. I like all of you, scars, steel, and soul included." You watch as he blushes and replies, "Ok." You ask, "Is that all you have to say, Bucky? I've never seen you blushy. It's cute." He rests his head on your shoulder and answers, "Stop before I kiss you." You say, "Then do it, I'll kiss back." He moves his face close to yours and leans in to kiss you, for the first time. You never forget the first kiss with the love of your life.

The team knew something had changed between the two of you from the moment they saw your blushing grins at each other. And those grins didn't stop. No one had seen Bucky like that. And your hands didn't leave each other's the whole night. Even for bedtime.

Bob

Bob was drawn to you when he first met you because he could see the sadness in your eyes and yet, you were very strong and powerful. He thought by sticking by you, he could learn a thing or two. And then when Sentry was fighting everyone, he hesitated before hurting you. Neither of you wished to hurt the other. You could hurt the Void though. You didn't like that the Void hurt Bob.

Living at the Avengers Tower was new for your team. Bob was your next-door neighbor, and you two even had a door connecting your rooms. You were a night owl and often found yourself hanging out with him until he fell asleep... However, more times than not, you usually fell asleep in each other's beds. The team kept pushing you two together because they could tell you both liked each other and that it was good for Bob to have a positive relationship in his life. Bob often waited for you when you got home from missions near the plane, so you could hang out immediately when you returned. He also would get extremely nervous when he was alone with you because he had the biggest crush on you, and he thought you were perfect, so he would stumble over his words a lot. He would often pace on the other side of your shared door, worried that he would bother you if he walked in. He did the same outside your office door downstairs. You knew he did it. You could hear him from your bedroom, and you saw him on the cameras watching your office. You thought it was cute that he didn't want to bother you. He could never bother you, which you told him repeatedly.

When Valentina showed you photos of your grocery shop with Bob, you were shocked someone invaded your privacy, and Valentina told you to get over it. And then, when she said you two were to be a "superhero couple" for the press for the upcoming gala, you could see the panic in Bob's eyes. And yet you both agreed.

Following the conversation, you pulled Bob and walked to your room. You both sit on the couch, and you exclaim, "Bob, talk to me. You look very shaken by Valentina's request." He replies, "I just don't want to pull you into my mess." You reach out to take his hand and ask, "Why not? Caring for someone means accepting their chaos, not just their calm." He blushes a little and says, "You should be with one of the other guys. I could ask to switch places with someone. I'm sure you'd rather someone else." You reply, "I would prefer you, Bob." He asks, "Really?" You press a light kiss to his cheek and answer, "Really, really." He smiles and asks, "What about um... that guy that flirts with you at the coffee shop we go to on Sundays?" You ask, "What about him?" He asks, "Wouldn't you rather date him?" You answer, "No, I wouldn't. I don't like him like that." He asks, "But you ... you like me like that?" You answer, "Yeah, I do. I really like you." He smiles and replies, "I like you a lot, too." You both sit on your couch, chatting the rest of the day. It seems to ease his worries about this whole thing.

Bob goes shopping for dresses with you and you go with him to pick a matching suit.

The day of the gala arrives, and Bob is missing. You had been out on a mission until the morning, and Ava told you that Bob was refusing to hang out with anyone. He apparently seemed edgy and a little lost. You were worried about him. What happened while you were away?

In moments where he’s like this, you often find him in the corner or the dark side of a room. You look at your security cameras and find him in your office curled on the couch. You let the team know that you'll take care of it, and you go to your office.

You knock on your office door before gently pushing it open. You see Bob lying there, and you kneel next to him. You place your hand on his and ask, "Bob, love, what is wrong?" Bob answers, "I was scared that I could lose you. And scared of the gala without you. Scared of what I could do and if I hurt you if we continued to date." You reply, "But I'm not scared of you, love. I promise. I also am here, and you don't need to face anything alone… why were you in my office?” He answers, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have walked in without your permission. I just missed you, and your room was too sad for me at the time. I needed a room that felt like you, but also that the rest of the team wouldn’t invade.” You reply, “You can always wait in my office for me. I don’t mind you walking in at all. I’m glad you like my space.” He replies, “Thank you. Thank you for being you and being so kind.” You press a light kiss to his cheek and reply, “Of course. And thank you for being the sweetest boyfriend.” He lightly smiles and sits up slowly. You move from your position to sit next to him on the couch. You ask, “Why did you push away the team? They care about you, too.” He answers, “I just… they wouldn’t tell me if you were okay. They looked at me like I was annoying and lovesick. It felt like they didn't want me to know about you, which made me more worried. I thought something bad happened to you.” You reply, "You're so cute. If they were annoyed, it's because they find it annoying that we're dating and we're happy. So who cares? And, next time, just check the flight pattern in the system. There's a camera where you can see us, and you can see how far we are. It would ease your worries. I can show you how to access it on my computer." He nods and replies, "Thank you."

We get ready together, watch a movie in fancy clothes, and then it's gala time!

The gala is fancy. There is a lot of gold, similar to the shade of Sentry's outfit. Valentina introduces you two to people, but you pull Bob away to dance. You're sick of her fake personality, and you want to check in with Bob to make sure he's not overwhelmed.

As you wrap your arms around Bob's neck, you ask, "How are you doing tonight?" He answers, "It's not as bad as I thought it would be." You reply, "Well, then, I'm glad. I wanted you to have a nice time." He replies, "As long as I'm with you, everything is okay." You smile.

Walker

He's been divorced for two years and he thinks he's ready to get back out in the dating world. Except the only one who he's interested in is his coworker, Y/N. She could defeat him in battle in 2 minutes and it terrifies him. How could he date someone more powerful? But at the same time, why did that attract him a lot? Y/N, however, found Walker annoying because he always went on about how his life sucked and how he used to be Captain America but now he’s not. He doesn’t shut up about his woes.

Valentina storms in during breakfast that Walker made (you’re shocked that it’s pretty good) and he’s next to you gobbling it down. She tells your team that she needs a superhero couple. She says she needs it for press reasons and it would make you all look better. Walker exclaims, “I volunteer Y/N and I.” And before you can object, Valentina starts discussing what is expected of you two for the upcoming gala. Wtf did Walker get you into?

After Valentina leaves, you sit there thinking… why did Walker get you into this sh**!!?!?? He could have chosen Ava or Yelena!!! Tf?!?!

You look up from where you’re sitting at the table, and you see only Yelena in the room. She is eating cereal and staring at you. That's not unusual for her. You ask, “Where did Walker go?” She answers, “I don’t know. He ran away looking scared of you, though.” You reply, “He should be scared of me. I wanna punch him in the face!” She yells, “That’s my girl! Get him!”

You nod and walk out of the room. You check his room, his office, and the living room. You find Bob who mentions that Walker was headed toward the gym. You should have known. He wants to be more fit than the rest of the team. But he couldn’t take any of you down if he tried. Well… maybe? Honestly you haven’t seen him give 100% in any fight recently.

You walk through the gym doorway and see Walker punching bags. You walk over and exclaim, “I hear it’s more fun to punch a person.” Walker throws another punch at a bag and says, “I can’t punch Valentina. She is the only one I’d punch.” You ask, “Really? Well, you seemed so excited about her plan for a superhero couple. You even nominated us.” He answers, “Right. I did do that.” You ask, “Could you please look at me so we can talk? This is annoying.” He stops moving, faces you, and stares into your eyes. His eyes are pretty, but you’d never tell him. His ego may explode. You ask, “Why did you nominate us to be the superhero couple? I want to understand why you did what you did.” He asks, “Aw, you care what I think?” You lightly shove him and say, “Yes, and shut up, just answer my question. Please.” He sighs and exclaims, “Fine. I guess I panicked. I knew she would pick two people to date if someone didn’t volunteer. And who would volunteer to fake date? I couldn’t think of who would answer. So I quickly said you and I… I guess I chose you because I wouldn’t mind being in a relationship with you.” You scoff and reply, “You wouldn’t mind dating me. Wow, you sound so overjoyed. Wtf! I can’t believe you got us into this! Still!” He replies, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I know it’s not an excuse, but I just get nervous around you… I wouldn’t mind because, well, I like you a lot. And I really want to date you, for real. I promise I’m not lying… I actually recently decided that I wanted to date again. And I want it to be with you.” You reply, “If we date, you need to learn that pretty eyes won’t save you.” He steps forward gently and replies, “Pretty eyes, huh?” You ask, “Is that all you got out of that?” He answers, “That and I find it very attractive how powerful and in charge you are… and you said if we date. So there’s hope for me.” You reply, “Shut up,” before you press your lips to his.

The gala goes … actually pretty well. You dance with Walker a lot, and he's very well-mannered. It's very unlike him, so you try making little jokes to get him to lighten up. He smiles a lot at you, and you catch him watching you a lot. When you point it out, he just says you're perfect to him. Very flirty and flattering!

Which one did you like best?

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Can you make a Chad Meeks Martin x male reader, male reader is Tara’s twin brother. Male reader has a crush on Chad since the 6th grade, flash forward during college he became roommates with Chad and Ethan. (You can come up what happens next).

Chad Meeks-Martin x Male!Reader: Slow Burn (Request)

Y/N = Your Name *I do not own any of the characters or plot*

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It’s a late mid-fall night. Most of the apartment is dim, save for the soft glow from the kitchen. You, Chad, and Ethan have been roommates for a semester. It's been going well, you think.

You walk into the kitchen in sweats and a hoodie, rubbing your eyes. You didn’t realize Chad was still up, sitting at the counter with a box of leftover pizza and a sports game on mute.

Chad smiles and asks, “Midnight pizza run, huh?” You smirk, grab a slice, and reply, “You left the box open. That’s practically an invitation.” Chad replies, “Only for you, Carpenter.”

You lean against the counter across from Chad, your eyes catching his in the flickering TV light. You suddenly have the urge to tell him everything about yourself.

You laugh to yourself and say, “You know I had a crush on you in sixth grade, right?" Chad nearly chokes on his pizza. He coughs, then stares at you, before asking, “Wait. What?” You shrug and reply, “You heard me... I mean it even lasted into high school. Big football star. Superhero obsession. Giant heart. You were the whole package back then.” Chad questions, “You were into me? In sixth grade?” You shrug and answer, “Okay, relax. It’s not like I had your name written in my diary or anything. Just… you were the first guy I ever crushed on." He asks, “Why are you telling me this now?” You answer, “Because I kept waiting for the feelings to go away. Through middle school, high school, and now I live with you... well, that and your eyes looked inviting. I had to say something."

The room is quiet except for the soft hum of the fridge and distant music outside. Chad stands up slowly, walking around the counter to where you are standing.

Chad quietly exclaims, “You... never really looked at anyone else. I always wondered why.” You answer, voice barely above a whisper, “It was always you. And I didn’t want to mess it up. You're my best friend. My roommate. My sister's friend. There are a million reasons not to say anything. He replies, “Maybe there’s one really good reason to say it anyway.” You look up at him and ask, “Yeah? What’s that?” He steps closer. Barely a breath between them. He softly says, “I think I’ve been waiting for you to say it. I just didn’t want to be wrong." He leans into you and you close the gap between your lips. It’s quiet. Soft. Not rushed. Something years in the making, finally unfolding in the gentle hush of their shared kitchen.

When you part, you let out a nervous laugh before saying, “Ethan is going to lose it.” Chad smiles and replies, “Yeah, but not as much as Tara.” They both laugh—still leaning into each other, the kind of laugh that feels like a relief. Like finally, they’re on the same page. Chad then asks, "Do you wanna sit and watch TV with me?" You nod and you make your way over to the couch. Chad pulls you into his lap and wraps his arms around you. He presses kisses onto your neck and you say, "This doesn't seem like watching TV." He asks, "And, do you mind?" You answer, "Not one bit."

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Robert x Fem!Reader: Halloween (Request)

Y/N = Your Name

*I do not own the Gilmore Girls characters*

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Y/N's POV

Everyone’s dressed in crazy costumes—everything from vampires to sexy nurses sipping champagne. You're dressed as a dark angel—black wings tucked behind a fitted dress, sharp eyeliner, soft smile. The air smells like sugar, smoke, and expensive perfume. The guy you're talking to just blew smoke in your face. You cough a little and look around the room. You need an escape.

Robert, in a white shirt soaked in fake blood—charming and just disheveled enough is leaning against the bar, scanning the crowd. His eyes land on you and you wink at him. You're surprised that he winks back. The last 3 times you've seen him, he darts the other way or makes a purpose to not see you. You don't even know why.

You tell the guy that you have to go see a friend and walk over to Robert. You lean against the bar and say, “Let me guess—tragic Yale med student meets a midterm he couldn’t survive?” Robert smirks and replies, “Close. I was going for ‘haunted soul with great cheekbones." You reply, “Very niche. Very you.”

He hands you a glass of champagne. You're closer now. The music gets deeper, the party behind us quieting.

Robert takes a step closer and says, “I’ve wanted to talk to you like this since orientation. I was too intimidated.” You reply, “And you were always busy pretending you didn’t want to talk when I tried.” He looks down a little and replies, "Right, sorry."

The music gets louder. Someone pops a bottle of champagne nearby. Laughter echoes in your ears. You can hear Finn and Logan laughing. But you're in their own little corner now-alone with Robert.

You lean in and ask, “So... what now?" Robert doesn’t answer with words. He just steps forward and kisses you. It’s warm and you can taste the champagne. Your hands slide up his arms, and his blood-soaked shirt crinkles under your fingers. For a moment, it’s just us.

Then—you pull back slightly, eyes still closed.

You whisper, “You’re gonna ruin this costume.” You hear Robert whisper back, “Worth it” before he presses his lips on yours once more.

You spend the night kissing Robert, dancing with him, and hanging out with all of your friends. Logan loses a game of checkers and Rory consoles him. Finn tries to get everyone to do strip poker. No one agrees with it. You lose count of the shots you take.

Robert doesn't ask to take you to your apartment and you don't ask why not... even if it bothers you because you two made out all night.

NEXT MORNING ~

The light is soft and golden through the windows. You finish getting ready to go get coffee and you leave your apartment.

You finish locking the door and see your neighbor's door start to turn. Funny enough, in the 2 months you've lived here, you have never seen them. You even tried knocking several times and also leaving notes. Yet no response.

The door opens fully and you see Robert is walking out—hair tousled, looking very "hungover but put together."

You both stare at each other for a second then you both speak at the same time. You ask, “You live—?” He asks, “You’re here?” You laugh and ask, “So you mean to tell me you've been dodging me on campus while we’ve literally been living across the hall this whole time?” He laughs and says, “Apparently. And now that we’ve kissed at a party in front of all of our friends… I guess I can’t ignore you anymore.” You ask, "I guess not, care to join me for coffee? I'm walking down the street." He answers, "I pay, we drive, is that an okay compromise?" You ask, "What do you have against walking two blocks?" He answers, "I don't know. I'm hungover and tired." You sigh and reply, "Fine, you drive and pay then."

You both walk to Robert's car and he opens the passenger door for you. He slides in and says, “I thought about texting you this morning, but I don't have your number. I was going to find one of your friends to ask for it... Didn’t realize I could’ve just knocked.” You reply, “Now you know.”

Robert drives down the street, parks, and you both get out. You walk next to Robert, your hands occasionally brushing but never quite holding.

You go inside, order coffee, then find a spot to sit next to each other. You both sip slowly and you start to finally feel more awake. Robert keeps sneaking smiles and glances at you. It seems like he wants to say something... he does.

Robert asks, “Can I say something? That doesn’t come with a punchline?” You nod and answer, “Yeah. Go ahead.” He turns to fully face you and says, “Last night... I didn’t just kiss you because of champagne or the party or the beautiful outfit that you had on. I mean it... I uh kissed you because I have a huge crush on you and I get really nervous around you. I just like you a lot and am hoping last night wasn't just the only time we see each other... I know we're neighbors, but I meant to see you on a date." You smile and reply, "I'd like to go on a date with you, Robert. Promise to bring me back to my place this time?" He smirks and replies, "Yes I do... Sorry about that..."

Your fingers brush Robert's again. This time, you hold on.

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Carmy Berzatto x Fem!Reader: Reservations of the Heart Part Three

I do not own the Bear characters or plot*

Y/N = Your Name

Part one - linked here!

Part two - linked here!

Y/N’s POV

A few days later, you are now discharged from the hospital. You walk slowly through the hallway of the resort.

Things are starting to get back to normal at the resort. You celebrated NYE in the hospital with Carmy by your side as the staff and guests of the hotel had champagne with a candlelit dinner.

Your shoulder is still bandaged and aching. You want to be in bed. But, you’ve been called to a meeting with the CEO. The CEO actually got into town the day after the fire and he took over as manager as you recovered at the hospital. You haven’t seen him yet.

You knock on your office door and you hear, “Come in!” The CEO, a sharply dressed stoic man in his early 50s, sits at your desk. You notice your stuff in boxes on the side. The resort’s legal representative and assistant manager are present. Weird vibes. The CEO exclaims, “Miss L/N. Please, sit.”

You reply, “I understand you wanted to talk about the fire—” The CEO interrupts you by saying, “We reviewed the incident reports, security footage, and staff logs. While we appreciate your intention to help… your actions directly violated emergency protocol.” You blink a little confused and reply, “I saved lives.” The CEO folds his hands on the desk and says, “You endangered your own and others’. Your job as a manager is to delegate and maintain order—not run into burning buildings. You were emotionally compromised and made impulsive decisions.” You ask, “You’re saying I should’ve let people die?” The CEO answers, “I’m saying you’re a liability. Effective immediately, your employment with the resort is terminated. You’ll receive severance and a formal statement absolving you of misconduct—to protect your reputation, and ours. You’ll need to move out of the resort by the end of January.” OH. You sit in stunned silence. Your mouth opens but no words come. Your throat tightens. You finally nod stiffly, stand, and walk out without another word with your boxes in your hands.

You go upstairs, lay on the couch, and cry for what feels like minutes. But by the time you see the time, it’s been hours. You open a bottle of wine and finish it. That was good.

You microwave popcorn, get another bottle of wine, and watch a movie.

That night, you hear the door rustling and Carmy walks in after his shift in the kitchen. He walks over, sits next to you on the couch, and kisses you on the cheek. He asks, “How was your conversation with the CEO? Did you get a raise?” You answer quietly, “They fired me. Said I was reckless. That I made the resort look bad.” Carmy wraps an arm around me and says, “You saved people. You ran into a fire and no one died. And they punished you for it?” You softly answer, “I tried to do the right thing. But maybe I wasn’t cut out for it after all.” You reach out and sip your bottle of wine. You set it down and see Carmy’s face flushed with anger. He says, “Hey—don’t say that. You ran the whole damn resort better than they ever could. You led. You cared. You didn’t hide behind some desk or policy—you showed up.” You reply, “It doesn’t matter. They don’t want me there.”

Carmy looks at you for a long beat. His jaw clenches. Then he opens his phone, dials a number, and puts it on speaker. The voice through the phone says, “Hello the DuPont Resort. I see this is Mr Berzatto, the renowned chef from Chicago. We have not had the pleasure of meeting just yet. How may I help you?” Carmy says, “I’m quitting. Effective immediately.” The voice through the phone says, “…You’re quitting?” Carmy replies, “Yes. I quit.” Carmy hangs up and you stare at him, shocked. You exclaim, “Carmy, you didn’t have to—” Carmy’s voice is soft and sure when he speaks next, “Yes, I did. I’m not gonna stand in a kitchen that talks about loyalty but doesn’t live it. Same way you don’t belong in a resort that punishes heart.” He takes my hand and says, “We start over. Together. You and me. You can move into my place in Chicago and we can get you a job somewhere in the city. I know a few chefs at the hotels in the area. I can find out who is hiring.” You smile and reply, “I would really love that. Thank you for doing this for me.” He presses a kiss to your cheek and says, “You would do it for me. I know it. I love you, baby." You reply, "I love you too."

1 month later in Chicago ~

Some of your coworkers from your last job quit. They didn't like how you were treated, so they quit. Obviously, not everyone could afford to quit, but they reached out and apologized or told you how much they missed you. Most guests there during the fire heard about you leaving the resort, so they left horrible reviews online.

The city hums outside the windows of Carmy’s apartment. Boxes are stacked everywhere. Most of your stuff is in a storage unit until you both pick a new apartment to move into. You are unpacking a box of your things into the drawers in the bedroom.

Carmy walks in, smiles, and asks, “You know you don’t have to unpack everything in one day, right?” You smile and reply, “I know. But if I don’t claim a drawer now, your knives are going to take over the whole apartment.” He smirks and replies, “Fair.”

A knock at the door. Carmy checks his phone before saying, “They’re here. Brace yourself.” You follow Carmy to the front door where you know his team from the Bear waits. He's been back working for 2 weeks and he seems right at home. He texts you during his breaks and he starts back with his AA meetings. He tells you that he wants to do better for you/him in the long run.

Richie bursts through the door, immediately crushing Carmy in a hug, followed by Sydney, calm and laughing, and Fak, already handing you a bag of donuts like you've known each other forever. The rest of the team also walks in and introduces themselves.

Richie turns to you and asks, “So this is her? The hero manager? You know, I thought Carmy was lying when he said someone actually liked him.” You answer, deadpan, "I'm still deciding... but I think I love him."

Everyone laughs. Sydney steps forward, offering a small smile and her hand. She says, “Hey. I’ve heard a lot. Mostly good. He’s different since you came around. Less… broody." Carmy wraps an arm around your waist and replies, “I’m right here.” Fak asks, “Okay, but seriously—you saved people from a fire? That’s bada**. You’re gonna fit in great here.” You smile softly. They're so kind. Richie throws an arm around Carmy’s shoulders and says, "Look at this guy. Real feelings. Next thing you know, he’ll be smiling during service.” Carmy replies, “Don’t push it.”

You spend the rest of the night with them talking and eating food cooked by you + Carmy.

THE NEXT DAY...

Prep has begun. The kitchen is calm, for once. A few pots clatter in the distance, but most of the crew is still out. Y/N sits at a counter, sipping coffee, while Sydney sharpens a knife nearby. Carmy is in the other room on the phone making calls.

Sydney glances over and says, “You’re brave. Sitting in a kitchen that Carmy built.” You smirk and reply, “I survived hotel fires and executive meetings. I think I can handle a few flaming sauté pans.” She replies, “Fair. Still—you’re either very confident or deeply unwell." You reply, “Little bit of both, probably.”

Sydney sets the knife down and leans against the counter. She exclaims, “Seriously though. What you did—leaving everything behind, starting over here—that takes guts. And I would be proud to have you as my boss. You clearly care about who you work with and are loyal." You reply, "Thank you...It didn’t feel brave. It felt like falling. But Carmy caught me… and this place, this city—it’s starting to feel like something solid. Somewhere I can live for a long time." She nods and replies, “He doesn’t talk much about feelings, but I can tell. You ground him. And not in the ‘don’t ruin the sauce’ way.” You smile and say, “And you’re the person he won’t shut up about. The food, the prep, the ideas—it’s always Sydney this, Sydney that.” She replies, “He’s... intense. But he listens. Eventually. Kind of.” You laugh and say, “So basically, we’re both dating the Bear in our own way.” She replies, “Don’t say that. I just threw up in my mouth.” They both laugh.

Sydney exclaims, “Hey, I was gonna test a new dish this weekend. You should come. Bring your hotel taste buds.” You reply, “Only if I get to help with plating. I used to be a beast with garnish.” She replies, “Deal. But don’t embarrass me in front of the microgreens.”

Later that day, you walk down a city block, resume in hand. A sleek boutique hotel, small but stylish, catches your eye. The sign in the window reads: Now Hiring – Guest Relations & Event Coordination. That would be a lower position than you're used to, but you have to start somewhere.

You walk in and to the front desk where you exclaim, “Hi I'm Y/N and I saw the sign. I used to manage a resort—I’d love to apply for the open position.” The receptionist smiles and says, “You’re in luck. Our GM’s in right now. Want to chat?” You nod then wait for the receptionist to return.

Moments later, you are led to a polished, glass-walled office where the General Manager smiles and motions you in. The General Manager is a clean and preppy woman in her 50's. The General Manager takes a look at your resume before saying, "Wow I mean, it's safe to say that you are overqualified."

You talk with the General Manager and when you leave, you leave with a job!!!!!!!!!!!

You head back to your place with Carmy and he's inside cooking up pasta. He asks, “How’d today go? Any luck?” You answer, “I saw a sign in a window for a job at this adorable boutique hotel and they offered me the job. It's only two miles from the Bear, too." He smiles and asks, "Are you serious?"

You answer, "Yes I am." He replies, "I'm so proud of you. I knew you could do it."

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Carmy Berzatto x Fem!Reader: Reservations of the Heart Part Two

*I do not own the Bear characters or plot* Y/N = Your Name

Part one - linked here!

Content Warnings: Mentions of fire, anxiety, and burns

Your POV

Now it’s the week of Christmas.

Today has gone all sorts of wrong. You couldn’t fall back asleep after Carmy’s alarm went off and he went into work. So you pulled yourself up and went to workout in the hotel gym. You ran on the treadmill and nearly passed out as you walked back to your room. You could barely eat, so you made a smoothie to go. Upon arriving at your office, you were bombarded with people expressing frustration for the weather and for different issues. It was barely snowing. That shouldn’t bother people. And you didn’t understand. These guest issues are usually easy fixes. But not today. The internet is slow and laggy causing check-in times to be high. You’re currently on hold with the internet service support team to ask for them to send someone because your electrician is on holiday and his substitute never showed up.

As you type up information and try to send emails, you hear a knock and you exclaim, “Come in!” You keep typing and someone walks in. You glance to see Carmy and you notice him sit down at your desk. You finish your task and you turn to face him before asking, “Hey, what’s up? I’m kind of busy.” He answers “Oh I see… well it’s your lunch break. You said we could eat together every Monday for lunch. I brought you food and an iced tea.” You sigh and reply, “Right, sorry. I just have had a tough day. Nothing is going right.” He replies, “I can name something going right.” You ask, “What?” He answers, “Us.” You half-smile and reply, “Of course we are right together, baby.” He smiles.

You eat lunch with Carmy with no problems. But just as he leaves, the peace does as well.

Your team is saying that you’re snowed in on half the property. No one will be able to leave. The team that cleans the streets won't be there until later. You're screwed. You manage to find space for everyone and extend their stays until the weather warms up or the road is cleared, whichever happens first.

You feel so tired and anxious today. Your meds aren't working. You dim your lights, move onto the floor, and lie down. You consider texting Carmy, but he's working. You also consider texting your family, but they're all spending the holidays together. You don't mind that they didn't want to spend it with you, you understand. You're working all day every day anyway. Your boss, the CEO, was very uptight and you didn't think anyone could do what you do to satisfy them if you were to take a few days off.

You hear your door open and hear, "Hey Y/N?" You ask, "Carmy, is that you?" You hear and see him move around the corner of your desk where he stands smiling down at you. He kneels down and asks, "Why are you on the ground? Is everything okay?" You answer, "Just felt anxious and tired." He lies down next to you, holds your hand, and says, "I'm here for you if you need someone to talk to." And so you share your problems with him. It's one of the first times you've gotten pretty deep with him about your anxiety. You try not to let it bother you or keep you awake. You manage to calm down as you talk with Carmy and he helps you go upstairs to your place.

Carmy makes dinner while you shower, and you eat your dinner on the couch together. You continue talking and just getting to know each other even more. You’re glad that you’re being honest about your anxious side because to care for someone is to accept all sides of them.

In the middle of the night, the blaring fire alarm startles you awake. You throw on a hotel robe over your clothes, grab snow boots, and Carmy holds your hand as you walk downstairs with the guests.

You let go of Carmy to find your team and you start trying to make sense of everything. Because the road is covered in snow, the fire truck has to pave the road enough to get through. The guests are all huddled together for warmth with the employees. You reassure everyone that everything is under control and the firefighters are on the way.

The firefighters go in and check for damage. They find a cigar that was lit inside by a fireplace. The guests apologized and said they didn't know there was no smoking inside the hotel. You didn't want to tell them that no hotel allows you to smoke inside. Because the customer is always right... even if they're wrong.

Everyone is sent back to their rooms. You notice Carmy waiting for you and he takes your hand as you walk back inside.

You make it to your bedroom and you sit there for only a second.

You can feel your heart pounding and your mind is racing. You need to do something, so you get up and get your laptop. You immediately send an email to the CEO about tonight and you schedule an email to send to everyone at the resort about rules, apologies, and ways Dupont Resorts will make it better. These holidays are really expensive this year.

You close your laptop, stretch a little, and climb back into bed. Carmy asks, "Are you going to try to get more sleep, love?" You nod, kiss him on the cheek, and answer, "Yeah, sorry for keeping you up. You could've gone to bed without me." He replies, "I wouldn't have been able to sleep without you next to me. I need to know you're safe and sound within reach. I care about you so much." You press a gentle kiss to his lips and reply, "You're so cute, Carmy. I care about you too. I don't know what I would've done if I didn't have your grounding presence near me tonight." He replies, "I know tonight was rough and stressful for you. And well today was. But um... you handled it really well." You reply, "Thank you, love." He kisses you on the cheek and pulls you close to him before you both try to sleep.

The next morning ~

The morning doesn't start out as bad as yesterday. Carmy checks in on you at lunch and you’re not spiraling out.

The weird part of your day starts when the people who lit the cigar in the room come into your office to apologize again. That's not weird, no. But, their tone and their gift are weird. They gave you a cigar. Why would you want that?

At dinner, you're standing in the back of the room as the pianist plays and entertains the guests. You invited all guests to dine together to celebrate the holidays and as a "sorry for last night and glad you're safe." No one had said no to free dinner. You smile. Everything seems to be going so well.

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The wind is picking up outside, you can see snow falling, and smoke curls in the distance. The fire alarm suddenly blares—sharp, shrill. Again?!?! Guests start to panic. Staff rush into motion to the help guide guests to fire exits. You can see the fire is spreading fast on the east wing, where some of the suites are located. But no one is back there, right?

You radio the staff, "All guests out of the lobby—get them to the tennis courts, away from the main building. Do NOT let anyone return for belongings."

The heat is rising and you can feel it. You start to worry that people didn't make it out.

You rush to the eastern stairwell and radio again, "Just keep everyone moving. Carrie, I want you to take over outside with guest management. And Fern, I want you on employee management.”

You hear on the radio, "Don't do anything reckless, Y/N." You know that's Carmy. Only he would have the balls to call you by your first name on the radio for employees.

Two of your employees rush over to you and one tells you not to go while the other says they're going with you. You tell one of them to cover the second floor and the other begrudgingly says they'll go with them. You'll cover the third. You'll meet them outside. If all three of you make it, they deserve a raise.

You pull the fire extinguisher out of the wall and run up the staircase while covering your mouth with a sleeve. On the third floor, the hallway is a blur of heat and smoke. You start checking every door for any sign of life. A door is jammed. Inside, a couple is shouting faintly. You yell, "It’s management! Get back—I’m coming in!” The door cracks and you force it open, pulling the couple out. As they walk down the hall, a ceiling beam crashes nearby, clipping your shoulder hard. You yell, “Go—go downstairs! Follow the exit signs. I’m right behind you.” You stumble, hand pressed to the injured shoulder, but don’t stop. There’s one more door at the end of the hallway. Luckily no one is inside.

You rush down the stairs and to the exit. People are struggling to get out because of the fire, so you push up to the front and spray the door. You let some people hop through first then you help spray for several rounds of other people to get out unburned.

By the time you go through the door, the fire extinguisher is low and you have to break the glass to get out all the way. You feel a sting. That's going to leave a burn.

You stumble outside and see the two employees who also risked their lives to go back. You walk up to them and thank them. They look in as bad a shape as you. You all walk together to the tennis court. A cheer rises when they see the two employees and you, limping slightly, covered in soot, but guiding the last guests out of danger.

You see the fire department arrive. Guests are gathered on the tennis court. Carrie and Fern confirm that no one is missing. The fire department extinguishes everything and the ambulance starts getting to work on everyone's burns. You notice more ambulances arrive and police as well.

One of the police officers walks up and explains to you that they believe this was done by a team of arsonists. You tell them of the guests who started the fire yesterday and their mysterious gift to you today.

Your burns are covered in ointment and your shoulder is wrapped. They inform you to go see a doctor and that it would be best to transport you right away, so you agree. You let Carrie and Fern know because they are nearby.

You're taken to the hospital where you're given surgery and pain medication. You are told to stay overnight to make sure nothing worsens. They're worried about the degree of your burn scars.

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You sleep soundly due to your pain medication and wake up to your not burned hand being held by Carmy. When did he get here? OH... should you have told him that you were injured and going to the hospital? SH** That's what people who are dating would do. God, you suck at relationships.

Your eyes tear up and you slip your hand out of his to wipe your tears away. You notice movement in the corner of your eye to see Carmy rubbing his eyes. He notices you're awake and says, "Oh Y/N! You're awake! Hi um... how do you feel?" You answer, "Um I feel like sh** actually!”

You notice his fingers twitching like they haven’t stopped moving since he last was cooking. His face is pale, jaw clenched tight.

He exhales shakily and says, “You look like he**. But you’re alive. Jesus, Y/N, I thought—" He breaks off. Rubs a hand down his face. His voice wavers as he speaks again, quieter. “I thought they were gonna tell me you didn’t make it. When your team said you ran into the fire… of course you did. Of course you went back in for people. Because that’s who you are."

He looks down, then reaches out and gently takes your hand, careful of your IV.

He continues, “I was on the kitchen floor when the fire broke out. I made it out safely and didn’t find you out there. I found the Head Chef who had her radio on. I heard you send orders to people outside. I knew you would act out and without telling you my true feelings, I had to ask you to not go back in. And you did. I saw you walk out with the other employees looking broken and bleeding. I tried to go over to you, but the officers said I wasn’t allowed for it could interfere with the investigation. And I couldn’t ask you to vouch for me because I could see you getting attached to an IV and pulled away… I couldn’t breathe. Not from the smoke, but from the thought of you being gone. And then I got this emergency call from the hospital saying that I was your emergency contact and I started crying even more. I couldn’t believe you would choose me… of course, you’re mine. But you… you chose me. And I rushed over here. I ran most of the way before catching a bus.”

You cough and say, “Carmy?”

He looks into your eyes and says, “Yeah. I’m here. What do you need, love?”

You ask, "You okay?"

He laughs slightly and says, “You’re the one in the hospital and you’re asking me that? No. Not allowed.”

You smile slightly. He leans closer, his voice steadying but thick with emotion.

He says, "Don’t scare me like that again, okay? I can’t— I didn’t know it until tonight but… I love you. God, I love you. I think I have for a long time. I just—never said it out loud."

Your eyes fill with tears. Your fingers curl gently into his.

You reply, "I love you too, Carmy."

Silence falls between them—but it’s warm now. Safe. He presses a kiss to your forehead and stays like that for a long while, hand in yours, heartbeat finally slowing.

The nurse comes in and lets you know that you can leave. You get medicine at the outpatient room and then you leave with Carmy in a cab. He tells you about the hotel and that most of it is still standing. Belongings will be recovered when the fire department says it is safe to enter. Guests will be completely refunded for their stays and be gifted free stays in neighboring resorts until their time with DuPont Resort was set to be over unless they wished to go home early. Employees are spread out between hotels or resorts as well, given free stays until work can begin again. You and Carmy are headed to a hotel where some of your employees are staying. He tells you that you can meet with them at some point when you return. And that the CEO has been notified of the events. The CEO is on the way.

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(Gilmore Girls) Finn x Fem!Reader: English Class

Pls look at the scene in the photo hehe! It's funny and it'll be referenced once!

Finn never goes to class. The one time he does, he meets Y/N. He's entranced by her beauty and wants something more than just English partners.

Y/N = Your Name

Finn's POV

Colin wakes up with a cold bucket of water to the face and I start screaming. Logan knocks me backwards onto my bed and says, "This is a new year. We have to change ourselves. Also, my dad told me I had to attend at least one class or I don't get money anymore." I ask, "What? So we have to go to class, too?" Colin answers, "Yes just one. We're all doing it. We have to stand with Logan. Your schedule says you have English in one hour." I reply, "English... the only time I learned English was for Melissa to sleep with her." Colin replies, "Ah right! There was once a gal from Nantucket." I laugh and nod. Logan says, "Well I'm off to the newspaper. Bye, boys!"

We wave and I go take a shower.

When I get out, Colin is gone. Where did he go? Oh right class. Fine, I'll go to one class. I need something to do.

I grab a notebook, pen, bag, and I make myself a coffee. I leave and walk to the English building. I find the class and walk inside.

I see a girl who's not only beautiful but sexy. Damn. I should've come to class more.

The Professor smiles and asks, "Hi. Are you new to the class?" I answer, "I am new to class." Technically I'm not lying. The Professor replies, "Great! Sit anywhere! I can get you a copy of the syllabus too." I nod.

I take a seat behind the girl who is pretty. I tap her on the shoulder and say, "Life without you is like an unsharpened pencil. Dull and pointless." She smirks and I ask, "But actually, do you have a pencil I could borrow?" She answers, "You have a pen in your hand." I reply, "Oh yeah I do. Never mind." She turns back away from me. Damn that didn't go so well.

After the Professor explains the partner assignment, I tap the girl in front of me again. She turns around and whispers, "What?" I ask, "May I be your partner?" She nods and turns back around to face the front of the class.

Yesss!!! Step one is complete! I'm her partner! Now I just need to ask her out. Hmm?

When it's time to work with our partners, she flips her desk around to face mine. She asks, "Have you read the poem for the assignment?" I shake my head. She hands her book to me and says, "Read the poem and annotations. We can do the assignment after." I nod and take the book.

The poem I'm gonna use to discuss: Desire by Langston Hughes ((Photo below))

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I read the poem and exclaim, "Sex. I didn't know poets were so into it." She replies, "You'd be surprised by how many times it came up during class so far." I ask, "So what do we do with it?" She answers, "Fill out the blanks on the paper and draw something to represent it when we present it to the class."

We talk through the assignment and we draw a picture that turns out really well.

We go up to present it to the class. I announce, "There's nothing to worry about me screwing my education and life. The only thing I'm screwing here in school is you. That's right, this poem is about sex!" Everyone starts cracking up laughing. The Professor gets everyone's attention and we explain our poem. We get a loud round of applause after we're done. The Professor exclaims, "That certainly was an interesting way to start a presentation. Props to the new student, Finn and Y/N for creativity."

After class, I say, "Y/N, I liked working with you." She replies, "Thanks. You're fun to work with too. That intro line wow. You're crazy." I reply, "I do have more balls than most." She smiles and laughs.

We walk out of the classroom together and I realize we're walking towards the coffee stand. I exclaim, "Let me buy you a coffee. Please." She replies, "Sure. Free coffee for me and you get my company. Sounds great!" I reply, "If I could have your company every day, I'd take it." She replies, "You're very flirty, aren't you?" I reply, "Yes, is that a problem?" She laughs and answers, "Nope."

We both talk and drink our coffees before she has to leave for another class. I give her a hug, which she accepts. She doesn't seem totally comfortable with the idea, so I make it brief.

I continue to go to English class the rest of the semester and by the end, I also have a girlfriend. Class is worth it after all.

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(Gilmore Girls) Finn x Fem!Reader: Colin’s Sister

Finn always liked Colin's twin sister and Colin was fine with it. In fact, he told Finn he would rather it be him then Logan. Colin would even turn a blind eye to the flirting that happened between Y/N and Finn. After Y/N slept with Logan, Finn can't stand to look at both of them. This creates tension in the friend group. Now Rory is dating Logan.

Y/N = Your Name

**I do not own the Gilmore Girls characters** this is my made-up plot tho

Y/N's POV

You knock on Colin's apartment door and wait. He invited you over to help him with something.

You never hang out with Colin anymore, so it's weird. You ruined it by sleeping with Logan even though you slept with him knowing that he would play with your feelings and not care that he used you for your body. You were drunk when it happened. Everything being your fault because you were drunk was all the story could've been, but no you caught feelings after one night. You don't know why. You guess that in your half sober state that you enjoyed it. You told Logan one day after class that you wanted a repeat or a date and he told you that it was all meant to be a one night stand. He never wanted to lead you on or do anything else with you. He even sounded annoyed that you even would consider something more with him. He went onto tell you not to tell your brother.

You did. You told Colin.

Colin wasn't mad at Logan. He was mad at you. He was mad that you slept with his friend and made his friend group awkward. You never understood why it made things weird for them because they weren't the ones that were directly in the situation.

So you did what you had to do. You cut ties with them. You stopped hanging with them at all even Colin. You would see him when you both had to go home to visit family where you both pretended like nothing was wrong.

Finn's POV

I ask, “What are we waiting on? I wanna drink!" Colin replies, "Buddy, you've already been drinking. We're waiting on my friend." Ooh, Colin has a friend other than us :/ That's weird.

We hear a knock on the door and Colin walks over. He opens it and Y/N walks in. Once she sees us, she moves to leave. Colin pushes her inside instead. She groans and looks around.

When Y/N's eyes meet mine, she holds it for a second longer than everyone else. Her beautiful eyes. I missed staring into those. I missed Y/N. I had a long crush on her and thought we were on the same page with our unshared feelings for each other until she slept with Logan. Logan wouldn't tell me about it - he just said it wouldn't happen again. Weirdly, he was so closed off. I still don't understand why she had to ghost all of us after. I wanted to see her, but she avoided all of us like we were the plague. She would run in the other direction if I tried to approach her. Seeing her again brought back those feelings I had for her... I still like her.

Colin exclaims, “Sit down everyone." I reply, "We have to sit for this. What did we do wrong, father?" Colin rolls his eyes, but Y/N laughs. It's already good to have her back. She laughs at my jokes. I forgot she did that.

Colin stays standing and exclaims, "I need my sister back. I need us to be all friends again. I know things have been weird for all of us, but I just want her back and need everyone's approval for this." I exclaim, "I'm all for it. Team Y/N!" Y/N smiles and gives me a high five. I glance at Logan and he shrugs. Rory says, "I don't care. She's cool." Logan elbows her in the side and Rory says, "Or maybe not ya know. We should think about it ... yeah I mean I'm just going to keep quiet." What did Logan do to Rory?! Why is she being so ugh?

Y/N exclaims, "Listen, Logan, I am sorry for being a little weird after our one-night stand. I was drunk and being with you for the night felt good. I know now that it was drunk me talking and sober me doesn't like you that way. To everyone, I'm sorry for cutting all of you out. I felt horrible about hurting you all, but I thought it would've been for the better. It turns out I've missed you all and it was horrible. And Rory, it would be great to get to know you. I'm sure you're great." Logan tosses back the rest of his Bourbon, leans forward, and asks, "Do you know why I slept with you?" Oh sh**! What?! That was enough to sober me up. I never knew there was a reason since he refused to talk. Y/N asks, "Was it because we were drunk?" That would make sense. I've slept with countless people all because I was drunk not that I even liked them. Logan says, "No. I wanted to make Finn jealous. He's had a crush on you for years and I wanted him to make a move. It was annoying to watch him just be your friend and follow you everywhere. I also wanted to prove a point to the brothers of a fraternity that I could get my friend's sister. Tons of guys were betting on who was going to sleep with you that night between Finn and me. I ended up winning $500, so thanks for that. It turned out that I was very horny that night and you were hot, so you were the girl I slept with."

Wtf?! Y/N jumps up and slaps him across the face as I am jumping up to punch him in the stomach. Then Colin punches him too.

Rory just sits to his side in shock. I wonder how she feels being the only person not having punched him. HA!

Y/N asks, "Anything else, Logan?" Logan answers, "You're a jerk to your brother." Wtf?!? Colin says, "No she's not. Be quiet, Logan. You don't know anything about my relationship with my sister. Y/N, you are not a bad sister at all. I missed you and wished you were here all of the time, yes. I wanted you here and it's okay that you weren't. We all have a bit of a rough time sometimes. It's all fine." Y/N replies, "Thanks Colin. Umm, I think I might head out though. I'm not really in the mood for drinking with everyone. I'd rather hang out with all of you another night if you don't mind." Colin replies, "Of course, head out and sleep on it. You can send me a new date to hang out tomorrow. Oh, can we meet for our Thursday coffee runs again?" She nods and he smiles. I ask, "And can we have our movie nights again?" She smiles and nods. Good, because it's just an excuse to cuddle with her. Colin says, "I want to be invited. I was always jealous of those movie nights. You two made it sound fun." I wink at Y/N before replying, "We'll consider it, Colin." Y/N hugs Colin and I before leaving. I decide not to run after her to talk because she seemed kind of overwhelmed.

1 Week Later ... Y/N's POV

You invited Finn, Colin, and Colin's new girlfriend over for movie night tonight. You didn't even know he was seeing anyone. You don't know a lot about his recent life. You should be a better sister. Logan was right.

You sit on the ground and start crying. You don't even hear the front door open. You just hear "Y/N?" You jump back and hit your head hard against the cabinets in your bedroom. You groan and see Finn standing there. Oh wait, he has a key that he never returned! He kneels next to you and says, "Hey hey. What's wrong? Are you okay?" You wipe your eyes and mumble, "I'm a horrible sister." He leans and hugs you immediately. You lean into him and you let yourself be wrapped up in a safe space. Finn whispers into your ear, "You're not a horrible sister. Logan was a piece of sh** for saying that. Colin was livid, darling. So was Rory. She doesn't even know you and she gave him a stern talking to." You whisper back, "Ok." He whispers into your ear, "I bet I can make you smile." You look into his eyes and he says, "Wait give me one second." You feel one arm move from around your body and he then reveals a bottle of your favorite wine. You smile and say, "Aw you're perfect." He smiles. You take it and stand up. You help him up and we pop it open. We pour two glasses and we drink some.

You then remember something that happened a week ago that you were wondering about.

You ask, "So uh crazy question, do you still have that crush on me?" Finn coughs and spits some wine back into his glass, and it causes you to laugh to see him so flustered. You say, "Oh my gosh I made you all flustered. I've never seen this before." He takes a step forward and cups your cheek with his hand before saying, "Love, you're the only one who can do it... I ... yes I still have a crush on you, Y/N." You smile and say, "Good because I have a crush on you still." He cups your other cheek with his other hand before asking, "May I kiss you then?" You answer, "Of course, love." He leans in and kisses you gently.

You practically attach to each other for movie night and Colin pauses the movie to ask, "Uh is there something going on between you two? You're both weirdly pleased and giggly." You answer, "We admitted we liked each other earlier." Finn adds, "And she agreed to be my girlfriend and go on a date with me this Friday." He never asked me, but duh, YES! Colin smiles and says, "I'm glad you two are finally together. You two were sickeningly in love with each other for years. It was painful knowing how you two felt about each other and not being able to do anything about it." You smile and hug him. Finn gives him a hug too.

The rest of the movie night is spent cuddling with Finn and watching movies. Colin's girlfriend is sweet and easy to talk to.

Colin heads out with his girlfriend after movie number 2.

Finn helps you clean and he asks, "Is it okay if I stay over? I mean I know everything that happened today was a lot, so I don't want to overstay my welcome. But, I do want to cuddle with you." You nod and answer, "Of course you can stay. I want to cuddle, too."

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Carmen Carmy Berzatto x Fem!Reader: Reservations of the Heart

Part Two - will be linked here eventually

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Y/N = Your First Name & L/N = Your Last Name

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Carmy's POV

I've been messaging with the manager of this fancy French resort, who has one of the best chefs with the craziest modern techniques off and on for about a year. The boss, Miss L/N, seems capable and confident. I know that I want to learn from the great chef, Chef Laurent, but I may want to learn a thing or two about management from Miss L/N. I saw on the resort's website that they've won countless awards for being a happy place to work and for having the best manager. And my staff are always ragging on me and saying I'm too mean. I took this opportunity up because they kept saying for the Bear to stay successful, I needed to be more positive and fall in love with food again. And where better than a French resort? Ha!

I've actually been super excited about this for a while. I can’t wait to learn from everyone and hopefully try a few new food products. However, my flight was changed to 2 days earlier because it was an economy ticket, and the airline claimed they could just do that. I told Miss L/N and Chef Laurent a different day. I just hope there is room for me to stay and they're not mad.

After taking 2 flights and a cab to the resort, I finally arrived. The place is beautiful. Wow. The hotel attendant outside asks, "Hi, welcome to the Dupont Resort. How may I help you today?" I answer, "Yes, I'm Chef Berzatto and I was actually supposed to arrive in 2 days. But I forgot to tell Miss L/N about the flight change. I was hoping to speak to her and get a room for the next two days." The hotel attendant replies, "Ah, yes, we heard about you! We're so excited to learn from you here! Miss L/N is very accommodating. Head into the lobby and I'll let her know that you're here." I thank him and head inside.

Inside the resort, there are fancy crystal chandeliers and I can see snow-lined mountains in the back. This place is gorgeous.

I hear, "Mr. Berzatto?" I turn and am met with the most stunning woman I've ever seen. Please tell me she's just somehow a fan and not my boss. She's too hot.

Y/N's POV - rewind to the beginning of the day

This day is already long, and it's 8:05 am, which means you started work only 5 minutes ago. Everyone thinks your job is so easy until... you are met with endless logistical issues—delayed shipments of truffle oil, a celebrity guest demanding a private slope at dawn, and a sommelier calling in sick before a high-profile wine tasting. The list could go on. Then you must pick up the slack and make sure everything is taken care of.

The rest of the day passes quite boringly and annoyingly. Until lunchtime.

The hotel attendant outside the front tells you that the new guest chef for the holidays is here now because of flight changes. WHAT?!

You quickly finish lunch and make sure you look presentable. No bad impressions are allowed especially if you're the boss.

You stroll out to the lobby and notice a man matching his headshots standing admiring the lobby. Glad he thinks it's pretty, you hope. He's also kind of pretty. You hate to think that because he's now your employee. But then again technically there are no rules against employee relationships. You figured that people are going to date no matter what you say so why not just know upfront? Duh.

You exclaim, "Mr. Berzatto?" The man turns around, flashes a smile, and answers, "Yes, and you must be Miss L/N." You nod and say, "Welcome to the Dupont Resort. If you follow me to my office, we'll get you onboarded. Then you'll go on a tour, meet the kitchen staff, and whatever else we have planned." He nods and says, “Please call me Carmy or Chef Carmy. Mr Berzatto makes me feel old.” You laugh and reply, “Ok Chef Carmy it is.”

You go through the onboarding paperwork, take Carmy on a tour, and then another thing goes wrong. And just when things were looking up :/

Your construction teams tells you that the housing for new employees is not ready and won’t be ready until after the holidays. Luckily most of the staff for the holidays live in town so it shouldn’t be too much of an issue.

As you walk with Carmy to the kitchen, he exclaims, “Miss L/N, I am truly sorry for arriving early. It was my fault for not saying anything. I shouldn’t have just not sent an email.” You stop walking, turn to face him, and say, “Carmy, truly, it’s not your fault. The construction team admitted they wouldn’t be done in time even for the arrival time you told me. It’s all okay. My plan b is offering you my spare bedroom.” He replies, “Oh no I couldn’t possibly…” You cut him off by saying, “Please take it. My family can’t visit this holiday and I’m stuck here. It’ll be nice to have a person staying there. Just promise not to kill me or rob me.” You stick your pinky out and he crosses his over it before saying, “Deal.”

You smile and resume walking to the kitchen where you introduce him to the staff. Everyone is excited to meet him.

3 weeks later …

You have a routine with Carmy now and you kind of like it a lot. Depending on who finishes work first, the other will start prepping a late night post work snack for the two of you. Then you both enjoy it while watching some tv show or movie.

Carmy is easy to talk to and nice to have around. He seems to get along with the kitchen staff and you have seen some other hotel staff drooling after him. He unfortunately did have a bit of a rough day once when the Head Chef sent him outside to smoke then he still wasn’t cooled down so she sent him to you to talk because you two were close and he needed to open up to someone. You were happy it was you. He did open up about his brother who was dead and how his staff felt like he needed to ease up on them. You could tell he truly cared for cooking and that was his passion. You were able to make him feel calmer and you spoke to the Head Chef about giving him lessons on how she manages others.

Today is the big day for you. You're speaking to a full ballroom of eager-to-learn professionals all seeking to learn about your management process/structure/tips. You are stressed. But you are also so ready for this. You've been preparing for weeks.

Carmy's POV

The Head Chef calls in everyone and exclaims, "Good afternoon chefs, all of you standing before me have joined my team within the last 3 months. I recognize that many of you may have aspirations beyond the line—perhaps leading your own team or managing a kitchen one day. While you are welcome to learn from my approach and techniques, it is equally vital that you understand the broader workings of the hospitality industry, particularly from a management perspective. With that in mind, I am assigning you to attend a professional development talk being given by Miss Y/N L/N upstairs. She will be speaking on leadership and operational management—topics essential for any culinary professional seeking growth in this field. You are expected to attend the full session, take notes, and return with a written reflection outlining three key insights you gained from the presentation. I am familiar with her content, so please do not treat this as time off—it is not. You are to return to the kitchen no later than fifteen minutes after the session concludes and submit your written reflections to me before 9:00 PM tonight. Is that understood?" Everyone nods, including me.

I can't believe I get to sit and listen to Y/N L/N talk. I like listening to her talk. I could listen to her talk for hours and hours on end. She’s so pretty and smart and perfect… and my boss.

The rest of the chefs and I head to the ballroom where we’re escorted to a table. We see notepads, pens, tea, water, and some snacks we helped prepare for the day. Our server knows most of the crowd and I recognise him. He’s always cool. As a matter of fact, this whole hotel has such cool interesting people. It’s refreshing. Even when there is tension or conflict, it’s managed and there’s a quick solution.

Y/N is introduced and she goes onstage.

What I write:

Lead by Example - Set the tone with your actions—If you want your team to respect you, model exactly what you expect.

Know Every Role, Not Just Your Own - Don’t just manage from above—get on the floor, learn the hustle. Empathy is built through experience.

Communicate Clearly and Often - Be precise, be direct, and always keep the team informed.

Stay Calm Under Pressure - Your team watches you during the rush. If you panic, they panic. If you stay steady, they will too.

Prioritize Guest Experience Without Burning Out Your Team - Guests come first—but your team gets them there. Take care of your people, and they’ll take care of the guests.

You can tell everyone in this room respects Y/N. She captivates the crowd with her words. When she’s asked questions, she responds with ease and confidence. She oozes everything a manager should be.

That night, following my shift, I head into my place...or I should say, Y/N's place. I see her drinking wine and eating cookies. She deserves it after today. I exclaim, "Save some for me. I'm going to shower quickly." She smiles and nods.

After my shower, I grab a glass of milk and sit next to her on the couch. I lightly bump her shoulder and say, "You did great today… I honestly don’t know how you make management talks… fun. It’s terrifying.” She shrugs and replies, “It’s a gift. Or a curse. I haven’t decided yet.” She offers me cookies, which I gladly take. I swear she could be a famous baker if she wanted. Her cookies are luscious treats. She leans back against the couch, letting out a slow breath, "You ever think about how weird this is? Us living together. Working together. Spending this much time together?" I smirk, tilting my head, and ask “Why, getting sick of me already?" She sets her cookies down, shakes her head, and says, “No. That’s the thing. I’m not."

Time seems to slow down. The weight of her words hits me. She is not sick of me and might actually enjoy hanging out with me. And am I reading this right? Could she maybe like me? Our eyes meet—too long, too intense for me. It feels like acknowledgment of something that’s been building for the last two weeks. All this tension.

I shifts slightly and say, “I don’t think I could get sick of you." We glance at each other and I say softly, “I… like this. Us. It’s easy.” Y/N replies, “Yeah. Too easy.”

Before either of us can process it, we are closing the gap. Lips crashing—fast, unexpected but somehow inevitable. Warm. Familiar. My hands fumble at the hem of her shirt to grab her waist to hold her to me, hers sliding into my hair to bring me closer. It tastes like cookies and a kiss with my crush. Then—just as it deepens—we both pull back. Breathing hard.

Y/N asks, “Wait—what are we doing?” I answer “I … I don’t know.” We’re both wide-eyed now—like the weight of the entire situation just slammed into us. We realize what we did is irreversible. She exclaims, “We work together. Live together. If this goes bad—“ I reply, “Yeah. It… it would wreck everything. She asks, “Should we just… pretend it didn’t happen?” I look away from her and ask, “Do you want to?” She hesitates before answering, “No…But maybe we should.”

The next morning … Y/N’s POV

You don’t usually see Carmy in the mornings. You both get up at different times. But he’s here sipping coffee at the table. You watch as he pushes his hair out of his face and you try to resist the urge to go fix it for him.

Last night, you both kissed. And it was the best damn kiss you’ve ever had. Why did you say you should forget it?

You make yourself a coffee and some breakfast before sitting at the table at your normal spot, which is right next to him. You ask, “Morning Carmy. Don’t you normally help with prep in the mornings? Why are you here? … wait that sounded rude and like I don’t want you here. I do want you here. I just want to make sure you’re okay.” He scratches the back of his neck before he answers, “It’s okay. I get it. I told the Head Chef that I needed the morning off to prepare something and speak to you.” OH… um… this is concerning. You ask, “Okay, what’s up? Or would you rather we talk in my office?” He answers, “Here is better… um I spent last night reading over my contract and it actually doesn’t say anything about workplace relationships being prohibited. And as the boss, I was wondering if there were any boundaries set in place for that.” He’s reading a contract to know if he should date someone the right way. So some men are decent. You nod and reply, “Yes, um… the reason there are no rules set in place is because I figured that people are going to date no matter what you say so why not just know upfront? I do know who has hooked up with who here and who has broken up with who, but it’s fine. No one really lets it affect them.” He asks, “So the only thing to do if I want to date someone here is to tell you? Is that correct?” Date someone here? He didn’t say you. You take a deep breath and answer, “Yes. Me and or the HR lady.” He replies, “Cool. Um… would you like to go on a date with me, Y/N? I like you a lot and I want to get to know you in a relationship kind of way.” You nod and answer, “Sure. I like you too, by the way.” He smirks.

Your first date with Carmy happens two nights later. You both go into town where you have dinner at a French bistro and then gelato for dessert. You wander back to the hotel and he walks you to your bedroom door. But not before he gives you a goodbye kiss.

The next month includes lots of kissing, several dates, cuddling, and working. Unfortunately, work doesn’t pause when you want a life of your own. In fact, with it being so close to the holidays, things have just begun to ramp up… high tension leads to you having sex with Carmy and he asks you to be his girlfriend. Of course, you accept.

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Part two

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Can you make Conrad Fisher x John B enemies to lovers please

*I do not own the TSITP or OBX characters or plot*

John B's POV

It's late evening, and there is an empty stretch of beach in front of me with the sky streaked orange and purple. A storm just passed. The tide is rough. No surfing tonight and I'm mad. Surfing lets me get my anger out on the waves. I'm skipping rocks into the water out of sheer boredom.

I see Conrad Fisher, former Touran turned Kook, walking on the beach towards me. He's pi**ed me off since he moved here.

Conrad walks up and says, "Didn’t think Pogues came this far up the beach." I reply, "Didn’t think Kooks liked getting their loafers wet." He snorts and asks, "You think I wear loafers?" I glance at his feet to see boat shoes and say, "Only when you’re not too busy brooding in boat shoes."

Neither one of us has smiled yet. I can tell tonight will be like no other, Conrad will be frustrating and annoying. At least JJ knows he has problems and tries to fix them, he finally started therapy. Conrad just mopes and drinks himself into depression, from what it seems.

I ran into Conrad at a party a week ago and he tried to hug me. He kept saying he wanted to feel something and he always did when he was with me. It rattled me up and I kept thinking about that conversation. What exactly did he mean?

Conrad says, "You know, you’ve been following my friends and I around for weeks. You crash parties and start fights. What is it you actually want?"

He has it all wrong. My friends and I all crash the parties together, not just me. We want more excitement over summer when we're all together and Kook parties provide that. The fights are mainly JJ, but I have thrown a swing or two if someone insults one of my friends.

I step closer to him and ask, "You think I’m obsessed with you? Get over yourself." He crosses his arms and asks, "You sure? Because you’ve made it pretty clear you can’t stand me—but you never actually walk away. Ever wonder why?" I shrug and answer, "You get under my skin. That’s what you do. You act like you’re better than everyone, but really, you’re just scared to feel anything." Conrad takes a step closer and asks, "You think you know me?" I answer, "I think I see through you. And maybe that’s what scares you." He takes another step closer and asks, "You think I’m scared of you?"

I pause. And I do something impulsive. Something JJ would commend me for. I grab Conrad's shirt and pull him in for a kiss. It’s not gentle. It’s messy, heated, and impulsive. Conrad doesn’t pull away. Our mouths crash. And just as fast as it started—we break apart, breathing hard.

I ask, "What the he** was that?" Conrad answers, "I… don’t know. You tell me. You started it."

We stare at each other—anger, confusion, want all tangled up. The waves crash behind us.

I exclaim, "This doesn’t change anything." Conrad replies, "No. It changes everything.

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