who's doper than this b*tch?

Thinking about link cook Aerion and server y/n! They obviously met at the work when y/n first started working Aerion had already been there for a while. The restaurant has one Michelin star and the line is no joke. 

Aerion made y/n cry her first shift when she brought back a dish a client claimed was undercooked, when the expo was already 15 minutes causing Aerion to snap on her.

“You think we don't already know what's coming out of here is shit already? The line is like 20 minutes behind and fucking think i want to look at a fucking undercooked steak! Stop acting like a dumb cunt and just put the order in again so we can fire it again.” he said without missing a beat all while plating a halibut dish.

Your lip quivered and your eyes began to glaze over as you took the plate away, as soon as your heel turned away from the kitchen you began to cry throwing the dish in the garbage. 

“Who was that anyway?” Aerion thought out loud turning to Duncan who was working the station next to him.

“y/n is her name, I think, it's her first day. You could've been easier on her” he scolded Aerion who often lost his temper in the kitchen.

“It was a dumb thing to do, she’s hot though.” he said coolly as he continued to work.

At the end of your shift Aerion makes it up to you by saving you dessert, and silently giving it to you while you put your coat on.

“Sorry for snapping on you earlier, didn't know it was your first day. Try to avoid doing shit like that on busy nights like this.” he said immediately. Ruining the apology just to walk away, and lighting a cigarette.

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Line cook! Aerion Who you developed a small crush on after he started flirting with you during your shift. Making comments about the way your work dresses fit you and the way you walk, you acted disgusted in the moment but you both knew you loved it. 

Especially when you both fell into the routine of taking your break at the same time every night. He would be smoking and you would come outside to get a breath of fresh air and to sneak a sip of Pinot Grigio or Sangria. His hands would soon find your ass and pull you in for a sloppy kiss. He tasted like cigarettes and espresso, his skin smelt like expensive cologne. You later learned that he exclusively wore Jazz Club by Maison Margiela . 

And by the end of the night if he was too impatient to get you back to his apartment he would pull you into the washroom and take you from behind, while you held onto the edges of the sink. 

“Come on sweet pea, look into the mirror so you can see your face and how good I make you feel.” His intense watercolored eyes looked at you as your breast bounced and his cock slammed into you. He covered your mouth as he finished into the condom, trying to muffle your moans from the staff who were still cleaning up.

“Are you coming over?” He would act blase as he tucked himself back into his pants trying to act like he wasn't invested in your choice. He was.

“Do you want me to come over?” you asked as you fixed your lip combo in the mirror. He was not well acquainted with asking for what he wanted. Aerion looked at you playing hard to get and walked over resting hands on your hips and placing his head in the nook of your neck so he could whisper.

“Yes, I want you to come over so that I can fuck you into the mattress, and make you breakfast in the morning.”

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Line cook! Aerion whose love language is acts of service and by proxy he loves cooking for you. His apartment is damn near empty with blank walls, and all his books in stacks in the corner. When you woke up in his bed that was placed only upon wood slats you could immediately smell the aroma of freshly made coffee and Florentine Eggs.

You rarely ever saw Aerion sit down and eat for some reason, he would always watch waiting for your reaction or sit and drink his own coffee while reading. 

“Do you consume anything other than parliaments and shots of espresso?” you questioned pointing to the tiny cup as you continued to dig into the food. 

“I snack.” he answered putting out the cigarette into his glass ashtray. 

“You snack?” you eyebrows knit together mid chew.

“Why are you so concerned with my eating habits?” he countered.

“Have you ever thought that you're grumpy because you're hangry?”

“y/n I am not hangry” he was beginning to become irritated and truth be told you love to annoy him.

“Let me feed you” you suggested, holding up a fork of egg. He glared at you but you continued to hold up the fork until he gave in. opening his mouth so you could guide the fork in.

“You are damn good cook, don’t you think?”

 The compliment made him smile.

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