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jensensfanfic · 2 years

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CAM GIRL

pairing: modern!ellie x camgirl!reader

a/n: so nervous to post this. i didn't want to write a full fic, so this hc kinda thing happened. anyways, lmk what you think...

warnings: smut. mdni. -> sex work via live cam/stream. onlyfans/patreon/etc - no site is stated specifically, stripping, toys, masturbation (reader & ellie), exhibitionism, toys, toy riding (reader), strap-on use, dirty talk, hints of dom!reader, even smaller hints of dom!ellie

[dialogue = purple for ellie, blue for reader]

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thinking about ellie dating a girl who cams...

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"ellie, i wanna be really clear with you about what i do before we... you know?" "date?" "yeah. i just don't want any secrets where my job is concerned."

imagine her reaction when you first tell her. the way her eyes were half intrigue, half envy. on one hand, she thought it was incredible; the confidence you had in your own body and what to do with it. on the other hand, the confession from you caused her to grow more possessive. she felt almost sick, knowing that people all over the world were logging in to their profiles with only you in mind.

but that was at the beginning. after several months, pride swelled within her. you were making a lot of money through your sessions online, made clear by the fancy clothing, lingerie, even the apartment you'd bought for yourself. she could also tell that you enjoyed what you did. it made you feel confident and beautiful, and those feelings bled through to your sex life with ellie.

"fuck, i love your tits so much. love seein'm all beg to touch." "but only you can, els. c'mere and get them all wet with your pretty mouth."

"mm, babe, you like watching my ass when i fuck my toys, don't you?"

sometimes she worried about 'trolls', but you reassured her that you had a few moderators who would bat away any unsavoury comments before you could see them.

"see? if anyone says anything overly disgusting or offensive, it gets removed." "ever had to report or block anyone?" "mm, only a handful of creeps have made my blacklist."

then it was a couple of years into your relationship, and nine out of ten times when you were cam-ing, ellie would come over, either by yours or her own invitation.

"i'm live in 20, you can come over if you're quiet." "and what happens if i'm not?" "you wanna find out?"

"hey, i'm bored, you live? can i watch;)"

she loved to watch you, and you absolutely revelled in it. even your regular viewers had started noticing how you seemed to be even more enthusiastic than before. you wanted to impress ellie, despite already knowing how much she desired you.

when ellie came over during a cam session, you would make sure to put in the most effort with your look for the night. you would wear ellie's favourite colours, slap on a little extra makeup, and put on your best show.

"you were on fire tonight, princess."

"do you have glitter in your cleavage!?"

"you should do the war paint more often. it's hot."

"fake tattoos tonight?" "yeah, it was a request from a my best tipper... you like?" "hurry up and i'll show you how much i do."

ellie would be just out of shot, laying back against the pillows on your bed, one leg crossed over the other. she could never take her eyes off of you. she adored how you changed your voice just slightly on camera; still confident, but with an edge of shyness.

"y'all like the lace tonight, hm? i'm not quite sure if it suits me... tell me what you think, should i keep it or..."

her eyes travelled all over your body as you danced along to the beat of whatever song was playing gently in the background. and then, when it had been a few minutes into your show, and dollar signs started popping up on your screen, you reached for whatever item of clothing you were going to slowly, torturously remove. from that moment on, she was locked on you, following every glide of your fingertips over the straps of you bra, the soft material of your panties, or the thin lace stockings.

ellie always praised you for a good show when it was over. and whenever toys were used, she'd clean them for you, and on the occasion that you actually came for real after using said toys, she would offer to clean you up too. she'd bring you warm pyjamas and a hot drink and mentally congratulate herself for pushing away the urge to jump you after what felt like hours of teasing.

"god, that was so hot."

"you need water? your favourite snacks are on the side over there, too."

"els, help me up out of this mess, please. ugh, the fake spunk is so sticky." "wanna take a shower? maybe create some real mess?"

sometimes, she couldn't hold back, though. on most cam nights, she would be clenching her thighs and biting her lip, watching you with a wetness forming on her boxers. but she couldn't always hold back from touching herself. she'd watch you lifting your tits into full view of the camera, squeezing them and giggling at the comments that followed. then you'd push them together, wait a moment for more tips and then start to pinch at your hard nipples.

"mm, yeah, feels so good. should i pinch harder? want me to lick them for you darlings?"

eventually, inevitably, she'd end up sliding one hand into her underwear, the other fisting the sheets. as you bounced up and down on one of your silicone cocks, moaning out appreciations for the tips that flooded in on the screen, she'd reach her throbbing clit. her gaze would be glued to your slick hole that wept around the toy as you moved, and she'd match your rhythm on the toy with the circles she traced on herself.

when you first saw her doing this, you weren't surprised at all. in fact, it made you that much more smug and turned on, resulting in less of a need to fake your arousal for the people watching. you'd pretended to the camera that you were turning your head to bite your own shoulder, but in fact you were mouthing encouragements for her to fuck herself faster over a wink and a smirk.

"faster, babe. just like that."

"edge yourself, el. better not come until i'm done here."

then there was this one particular night. ellie had two of her fingers deep in her cunt, while you rode a thick, veiny fake cock that took several pumps of lube to sink down onto.

you'd bought it with only your girlfriend in mind. though, of course your viewers were impressed with it, too.

"ooh-oh-oh, i need it f-faster. you want me to go faster... huh loves? gonna need your help then."

it was her favourite colour, and you'd made sure it attached pefectly onto your shared strap harness. it also came with a companion toy that was a little smaller, but could also attach to the harness, so that ellie could have her own pussy stuffed as she - hopefully, if your little scenario panned out - pounded into you once the camera was off.

of course, this is exactly what happened. you couldn't stop trying to get a look at ellie as you heard her little pants. she was trying to stay as quiet as possible, and watching her slap a hand over her own mouth, muffling her pleasure as she got off to you, only made things worse. you sped up your movements for a few seconds, opening your mouth and letting out an exaggarated moan. you then licked your lips, smiling at the camera as floods of tips came in, a bunch of water emojis flickering on and off. you bid everyone goodnight, promising to be back again the night after next, then ended the session.

"fuuuuuuck yes! mmmm!"

"fucked me so good. thank you, sweethearts. go grab yourselves some water and i'll see you next time. buh-bye, huns. mm."

then you turned to ellie, her hand stilled in her boxers. you slowly pulled out the toy and then pushed it all the way back in with a groan. you watched ellie's eyes flash at the obscene wet sounds your pussy made. once more you pull the glistening toy out, so slowly that it draws out impatient whines from the both of you. you rub the head of the toy around your folds, spreading the glistening wetness all around your waiting entrance.

"did you come, babe?" "uh uh, saving it all for you tonight, love."

"want you to fuck me so hard that i won't be able to move." "fuckin' hell. come here, now!" "need one more thing."

you reach down to your 'cam box' and take out two things. you first toss ellie the harness, which has the smaller cock attached, something you'd gotten ready earlier. then, you crawl between her already spread legs, and make a show of attaching the still-wet toy, your pussy clenching at the sight, greedy for it to be back inside you.

"put it on."

"was thinking about you filling me up the whole time tonight. need it now." "gonna do it. gonna make it so you can't stand."

several times after that night, you'd jokingly discussed ellie joining you on your site.

"if you made me gush like that on live, we'd make so much, d'yuh know that?" "maybe, but i don't want anyone else seeing you like that. all fucked out and dribbling from you gorgeous little pussy. no, baby. that's a show only i get to watch."

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if you're after more modern!ellie x cam girl!reader ->

CAM GIRL DRABBLE (ellie helps you film)

CAM GIRL: SPECIAL GUEST (part 2)

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hydr0phius · 8 months

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Welcome back to more crack summaries and notes. Today it's Thrawn Ascendancy: Lesser Evil, and I am absolutely distraught after reading it.

Linked: Chaos Rising and Greater Good

Starting out strong with this one aren't we, Mr. Zahn?

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Samakro: please let this be a normal fucking side trip-

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The Springhawk: *appears*

Jixtus: Not this mf again. Give me a damn BREAK-

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Thrawn, over comms: If there are any Watith here, we have your prisoners.

Generalius Nakirre: I'm going to answer him.

Jixtus: Do NOT

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Generalius Nakirre: If you're not going to tell me, I'll just ask him.

Jixtus: nO-

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(word for word)

Generalius Nakirre: The Kilji path will prove superior

Thrawn, flatly: No. It will not.

Generalius Nakirre: Again, you dismiss our wisdom without even hearing it.

Thrawn: In my experience, superior wisdom can stand on its own merits. It does not require a warship to force acceptance.

Generalius Nakirre: You also bring a warship to this place.

Thrawn: But I do not claim to offer superior wisdom. Nor do I intend to impose my wisdom upon others.

(Thrawn, I love you dearly).

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Jixtus, quietly in the background for the last five minutes of the comm call with Nakirre and Thrawn: Oh my fucking gods, DISENGAGE. DO NOT LET HIM KNOW ANYTHING MORE ABOUT YOU-

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Nakirre, internally during the comm call and Jixtus' warnings: WHY SHOULDN'T I FUCK HIM UP? HE'S ASKING FOR IT. IT WOULD BE SO EASY.

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Thrawn: *blank stare on the bridge, facing Thalias*

Thalias: Look at him going into deep thought. *Turns back to Che'ri*

Thrawn, directly behind her now: So have you-

Thalias, jumping about a foot in the air: -STOP SNEAKING UP ON PEOPLE LIKE THAT!!!!

Thrawn: I wasn't????? Anyway, has Che'ri had anymore nightmares?

(He was sneaking but he doesn't know that lmao).

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Lamiov: *sends Ba'kif a message about Thrawn*

Ba'kif: *Dropping absolutely everything and moving faster than his colleagues would if there was all out war because his Son is up to things*

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^^^ All that was just in the prologue and I was nearly losing it lmao.

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Thurfian: *makes a decision*

Thivik: *judgemental vibes*

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Thrawn: *rattling off info about the paintings in the reception area of the Mitth crib on wherever it is that they were*

Thrass: How the fuck did you know all of that-

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Lappincyk: Larawn. Has a nice ring to it.

Me thinking of that vine: Larawn James sjsjs

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Lappincyk: Ok and what is Thrawn to you?

Thrass making a spur of the moment decision: He's my friend.

Thrawn, sitting down: :3

(That felt like a set up. Thooraki and Lamiov going "Thrawn needs someone who knows politics" and then shoving Thrass into his orbit).

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Jixtus: I have information you'll want

Thistrian: let me consult with the Patriarch.

Thurfian: Tell them to feck off. We don't want anything to do with them.

Thistrian: o h

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Ba'kif when he found out about the Magys: SORRY YOU WHAT- NO. WHAT POSSESSED YOU

Thrawn: :)

Samakro: I'll see this through. I'm in too deep.

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Thivik what's on that datacard??? WHAT DID THRASS PUT TOGETHER-

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All the Thrawn and Thrass interactions give me life.

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Zistalmu: I got a divorce.

Thurfian: babe, please. :'(

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Roscu: *blathering on & being all high and mighty while a fucking asteroid missile is lining her up*

Ziinda: Can you shut the fuck up?

Roscu: I- ok.

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Thrawn: I'll see y'all later. Uingali and I are going on a trip for a bit.

Samakro: k, bye.

later

Samakro: Where are we???

Bridge crew: idk man??

Che'ri: I'm following him. He's in danger and we need to be there.

Samakro after a lot of talking with Thalias: Oh. ok.

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Thrawn: Can you fire a charric?

Qilori: *nervous wreck* nO

Thrawn dragging him up out of his chair: You're about to learn.

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Thrass, holding a chair & ready to use it: Yeah, that's right! Drop the knife!

The thief: *slowly puts the knife down, looking behind Thrass the whole time*

Thrawn standing menacingly behind Thrass ready to deck the thief like he did his accomplices: >:)

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Thrass: Ok, Roscu, but if you did fire on us you'd be killing a Mitth Aristocra and his brother.

Thrawn: :0

Lappincyk: :D

Roscu: Damn, ok.

*after the Odo ceremony*

Thrawn: Are we actually brothers now?

Thrass: Yeah, if you want :3

Thrawn: :') ok

*cue secret sharing*

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CEDF: *trying to keep the peace in the Ascendancy on Syndicure orders*

CDF and Family Fleets, with the indignant air of a 10 yr old Sephora girl: Oh my GODS, can you LEAVE? You have NO POWER here!!!!

CEDF: Ok, fuck you. *sorts out the fighting anyway then dips off to wherever they get sent to next*

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Che'ri: I'm fine. I can cook my own food while you're gone, and Mid Captain Samakro can check in on me.

Samakro: *worried Dad being left with the kids for the first time noises*

Thalias: ok.

Che'ri: Niceeee

Samakro: *sweating bullets*

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Thalias: You Borika?

Borika, fake accent on: You a cop?

Thalias: What-

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Borika: *nice rancher lady*

Borika 0.5 seconds after Thalias mentions the Seekers program: *pulls a charric on Thalias once they're inside the house and drops the accent*

Thalias: Holy fu- HANg oN-

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TIMMY!!!! WHY DIDN'T YOU LET BORIKA AND THRAWN MEET!!!!!

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Fuck the Ascendancy too btw. The systems in place are shit. Those poor sky-walkers.

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*Two families fighting*

Ar'alani having been sent to deal with it, angry admiral voice engaged: OI, STOP THAT

One gunboat: NO. YOU HAVE NO JURISDICTION HERE CEDF.

Ar'alani, fed up: Flicker all of them, then drag them away from each other

Wutroow: That's going to piss a lot of people off, Admiral.

Ar'alani: idgaf. They're being stupid and putting civilians in danger.

Wutroow: Then might I suggest dragging them back to different orbital levels? if they want at it again, they'll at least have to try.

Ar'alani: Excellent thinking. Let's do that.

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Ja'fosk 20mins after they flickered everyone and are headed back to UAG: Ar'alani you need to stop hanging around with Thrawn so much.

Ar'alani: Ok but he's right.

Ja'fosk:

Ar'alani: Y'all are just haters.

Ja'fosk: Just get back to UAG.

Ar'alani: Ok.

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Ar'alani: *Firing on Dy'lothe's ship because he's ignoring her and possibly about to fuck up Thrawn's plan*

Dy'lothe: AR'ALANI, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?

Ar'alani, sick of CDF bs: GETTING YOUR ATTENTION. ANSWER YOUR DAMN COMMS, MAN-

(SHIP, SHIP, SHIP, SHIP)

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Dy'lothe: Acting on the Syndicure's orders-

Ar'alani: Oh, so illegal orders, then?

Dy'lothe: ...yeah

Ar'alani: ha.

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Ba'kif: Here's Thrawn's latest plan. I'm giving you and anyone else you can convince permission to go and assist him.

Ar'alani on four hours of sleep: This is completely insane and could ruin our careers.

Ba'kif: So you'll do it, then?

Ar'alani: Of course!

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Thalias: There's no bus to the spaceport-

Borika: I've got you, girlie. I'll drive you.

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Samakro: Oh yes, you're Thrawn's big, strong protector.

Thalias: yes.

Samakro: :)

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Samakro: So, here's Thrawn's plan.

Thalias: Fuckkkkk, that's insane.

Samakro: Yeah... anyway good luck with Thurfian. I'll wait here for you.

(SHIP, SHIP, SHIP!!)

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Che'ri: *possessed by the Magys*

Samakro, dad mode engaged: IF YOU DON'T LET HER GO, I'LL OBLITERATE YOU AND YOUR PEOPLE

Magys: You jest

Samakro: I do not >:)

Thalias: TAKE ME INSTEAD

Samakro: HELL NO-

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Thalias: I pulled a charric on the Patriarch.

Samakro: WHAT-

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Jixtus: And what question would that be?

Thrawn: The most critical one. Are you ready to surrender?

Everyone: oohhHhhoOhohoho, you've got some balls saying that, Senior Captain.

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QILORI KNOWS ABOUT THE SKY-WALKERS. nOOoooOOOOOOOOO

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Can we appreciate how well Thrawn's plan went? They tore Jixtus UP.

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Ja'fosk, pleased: How did Senior Captain Thrawn obtain such accurate information?

Samakro who was fully ready to admit that he fed Thalias false info because he thought she was a spy: o H, uH. Yeah he kinda just pulls things like that out of thin air, you know? I can't explain it.

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Che'ri has now met both Kivu siblings AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. I think she's going to figure it out if Thalias hasn't told her yet.

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Everyone going into the chamber thinking Thrawn's going to get a promotion or something and then the Admiralty exiling him and stripping his honour chains sucker punched me in the gut. Thurfian's smugness did not help matters either. I could feel the anger from everyone in that scene.

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Sorry the way the Aristocra had everyone lined up for serious consequences instead of the commendations etc they got in the end because Thrawn took all of the blame himself to keep them in positions where they'd be able to guide the Ascendancy's forces in his absence got to me oh my gods.

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Ba'kif: We're telling you so that you don't kick up a fuss about the exile thing

Ar'alani: I would never!

(She would. She was going to)

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Ba'kif: *explaining the Clone Wars*

Ar'alani: I'm not remembering all that. Happy for them, though. Or Sorry that happened.

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(Not crack, just pain)

Ar'alani: Don't you dare leave before I say goodbye to you, Thrawn.

Thrawn: Of course not. That's not what friends do.

Timmy: *doesn't write their goodbye scene*

Me: *screaming*

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Thrawn: It's only for six months. Perhaps a year.

Ar'alani: And then you come home?

Thrawn: Yes. It will be alright.

Me: It was not, in fact, alright. seventeen-ish years and then another nine missing out on Peridea is not 1, mate.

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Ba'kif: it's a shame I'll never see you in admiral whites.

Thrawn: Nobody here is senseless enough to promote me to admiral lmao

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Ba'kif: We have time for one final meal together, if you wish

Thrawn: If you don't mind, I'd like to eat alone. There's a bistro where Thrass and I used to meet. I'd like to spend my last evening on Csilla remembering him.

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I'm not okay. Probably going to have new fics to write now. hhhhhhh. That was sad as hell at the end there.

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Also these two trilogies just highlight how little Felony understands Thrawn, and I hope all of you understand after reading the books, how badly he massacred our boy in Ahsoka. It shouldn't be, "omg we got him in live action!" anymore. It should be, "who is that blue guy and why are we being given such shit quality shows and expected to like it when the characters that mean so much to us have been reduced to having less dimension than a cardboard cut out, and that a slug could move 1 kilometer at a faster pace than the supposed plot that's scarcely here?" Have some standards that aren't six feet under, please, everyone (this is not aimed at y'all who have seen this from the start <3).

Anyway! Onto the Imperial Era I go :D

#thrawn ascendancy: lesser evil #thrawn #jixtus #generalius nakirre #ba'kif #lamiov #thalias #samakro #che'ri #borika #ar'alani #thurfian #zistalmu #grand admiral thrawn #wutroow

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ronearoundblindly · 4 months

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1, 11 and 23 for the bedrock and bluebrint babes please

I’m trying to figure out what I want to ask for Steve and the mermaid

Questions from this ask game and for the Bedrock & Blueprints series with Ari Levinson and best friend!reader.

*These drabble-answers are fine for all ages of reader. However, not all the linked stories within are. Your media consumption is your own responsibility!

1. Describe their first date.

Oh boy, oh boy, who would think this would be so difficult to answer???

You had a fake date on Valentine's Day years ago, you've gone out just the two of you many times, and you 'get together' ::cough:: for the first time when Ari confesses his feelings...

That wasn't "a date" though.

Immediately after that is a bunch of trips back and forth from your apartment to your house, using his truck to move your furniture and boxes. He's hurriedly fixing up bits of your new property. He's spending the night when he works there late (almost every night after he finishes work-work). You two go to a pool party at one of your new neighbor's houses and continue to see José and Dimitri at the bar maybe once a week or so, but you and Ari are still secretive--or at least guarded--about such a huge shift in your relationship.

Honestly, I don't know which thing you two would pinpoint as the first date. I think the fact there's no exact end to your friendship or beginning to your romance is kinda perfect actually.

11. How do they feel about nicknames/pet names? If they like them, what pet names do they use? If they hate them, why do they feel that way?

'Old Man' and 'Kid,' obviously, and those names started as playfully derogatory but evolved into loving jokes. Both of you use them now to (gently) point out behavior you each know the other would like to outgrow: Ari doesn't want to be a stick in the mud or close-minded, and you don't want to be naïve.

There are...occasions where you and Ari are half-speaking to your daughter Rachel and referring to each other as 'mommy' and 'daddy.' Look, it bleeds into the bedroom sometimes, and I won't go so far as to say it's a kink, but y'all don't hate it. They're cheeky names in those situations, still loving jokes.

23. What are the defining characteristics of their relationship?

longterm support, consistency, respect

You know that feeling where you have a concept in mind, you know there's a word for it, but you can't find a way to search for it? That's what finding your person has been like. You had an idea of the pieces, you tried to search with a checklist, but the right person never manifested. You made adjustments to how exactly what you wanted could exist together in one love--perhaps he didn't have to be so perfect, perhaps he could have flaws, too--but after a while, you had to spend energy of thinking of other things.

In the background, things click in your brain. In the background of your daily life, Ari manifested.

He wasn't that person you were looking for to start. He had a concept for his own life that wasn't fully formed. He kinda lived like a nomad, and that made him very comfortable in the military, but later, that definition didn't quite fit him anymore.

You two grew differently, not apart.

I'm going to stress here that consistency does not exclude evolving. You are not good for each other right now and then change into something else. That happens to people, yes, but not when you consistently see and listen to your partner. You know things about Ari which make life difficult for him. He knows things about you that turn you off to change. He can be flippant and you can be judgmental. You both are not without your shortcomings.

You two consistently want to see each other happy, you consistently want to be the cause of each other's happiness, and you consistently forgive each other and yourselves for mistakes along the way.

This goes hand in hand with respect. You are different people, with different backgrounds, who want different things sometimes, but you never diminish the other as being silly or wrong for those differences.

Except folding the laundry.

Ari does it wrong. That's not disrespect, thems just the facts.

Thank you for asking!

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

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fleet-admiral-hiba · 2 years

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BOOTY SHORTS: YAY

Part 1: the og monster trio

Y'all know very well why I didn't choose the other one

Man. Just man. He thought he'd died and went into the other side, but no. It was all too real. Lucky him you know

It was a hot day in Dressrosa. So much that you decided less clothes you had on,the better you would feel.

What you didn't account for was the presence of one tall feathery lover. And he too loved your decision and state of dressing. Or lack thereof.

You'll feel his eyes following you, and they're looking pretty low my darling. He's looking ✨ respectfully ✨

He will stare, and he will act upon such vision if you so much pass near him. If you get engulfed in one of his crushing hugs, you know pretty well were those hands will rest.

Strangely enough, your closet the next week was full of those shorts.

He was flustered. Not because it was the first time he saw you less dressed than usual, but because you were doing some exercises in some mighty short shorts.

He didn't expect that,nor he had any idea of how much he stood there observing your body. Simply marvelous.

If you caught that look, oh boy he won't live it down. You rendered the man speechless.

You approached him, and it was at that moment that he snapped out of his dazed look. He will excuse himself for that behaviour, but you laughed it off.

Sure, he may start to pay particular attention to you whenever you start to exercise. After all, he's checking your...form.

He's looking respectfully of course, and of you give consent, he will gently pat your behind. He reserves more...mature touches for other occasions, but you have opened his eyes babe.

Whenever he's out and about, he never fails to buy you a pair or two of shorts. You never know...

That's the look he will have whenever you prance around the house in those shorts. You are energetic and it shows. Oh he's looking alright.

Never knew he was a fan of watching you bake with music in the background until this day. You have his attention, jewel. Please continue.

Yeah,when you bend to check your creation, he's checking you too. No, he won't swoop in and press you against the counter. He has much more taste

He will appreciate you with compliments that build up your confidence. "Your beauty is always a blessing" or " you make jewels pale ", " I love the way the outfit brings out the colours of your eyes" and things like that.

You'll feel better alright, and he got the VIP stand to watch you all day long. If he's working, you'll sit with him darling. He ain't letting you go. You're too valuable to let commoners get a glimpse of you.

As Doflamingo, you'll soon find your closet full of shorts and tops to compliment them. Yep, that's how much he loved your assets

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece headcanons #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #yandere crocodile #yandere doflamingo #yandere mihawk

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gingerjolover · 9 months

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HOLIDAY REQUEST SEASON EEEE HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! okay so we know that julien definitely isn’t enthralled by the holidays because of the stereogum interview buuuut i cant shake the vision of julien and soft!gf facing off in a (ginger)bread (see what i did there!!!!!) house battle like idk i could just imagine soft!gf running errands at the store, coming across a gingerbread house kit and being like…..yes!

omggggg... also i see what u did there teehee

im gonna hc this bc this is sooo cute

i feel like soft!gf and julien compromise a lot in their relationship, like they show up for each other in many different ways even when the other isn't super stoked

jb shows up for you EVERY. CHRISTMAS. like yeah she doesn't love christmas but she looooves you so she indulges your every whim during the holidays

if we are in the same universe (soft!gf and julien have moved to LA and the house needed renovations/the end of touring/lots of events taking place and so on, so their holiday party/housewarming is taking place around the holidays) then you are zooooming around running errands trying to prep

thankfully munagenius is helping a lot and you thank your lucky stars for bff!kelli bc boy does she come thru for you

but it's exactly like that, soft!gf sees these gingerbread kits at like world market or something and there's a sale on traditional ones but then there's a midcentury modern kit and a camper one (these are real)

so you get a couple of the traditional ones (maybe for a mungenius hangout or group date night) and then get some of the cool ones

and you come home so excited and julien is matching your excitement because she doesn't like christmas but she likes how excited you get around the holidays and the constant twinkle in your eyes

julien greets you in the driveway, one of your dogs at her calf as she waits for you to park, her tattoos out and about in her linen button down

"didja buy the whole store?" julien asks teasingly, her hand pulling you into her by your beltloops, kissing your cheek and jaw in quick succession

"we have like 25 people coming over jay," you say unamused but unable to fight the smile at her affections, starting to grab bags

but boyfriend!julien is lowkey jacked and can get 95% of the bags in her arms as she quickly waddles into the house

julien is rifling through the bags when you get inside, pulling out the gingerbread houses before you can even butter her up

"i saw them at the store and i thought it would be so fun...look," you say grabbing the midcentury modern house and showing her the box

julien sees how excited you are and loves a good craft so she acts like its such a chore but once dinner has been eaten and the dishes have been washed, julien is putting plastic down on the dining room table and organizing all the supplies as if it was her idea

and lets be real, julien gets into it, okay?

soft!gf is a little genius so there's extra icing and candy and toppings for the houses on the table

and julien is constructing a masterpiece, murmuring to herself, "need a good foundation...good bones," or something like that

"i bet i could build us a real house baby..." "im sure you could jules."

and somewhere between letting the houses set and decorating, julien gets competitive

"i thought you wanted us to decorate it like it was our real house jay?"

"i do but im just going to do it better than you :)" and she smiles so sassily you're like fine, game on

and julien is soooo messy

she has icing all over her hands and on her cheek

and she's popping candies into her mouth left and right

"jay stop i needed those for my roof!" "you're roofing too slow babe, 's not my fault"

and there's Christmas music playing softly in the background, the dogs are sleeping underneath the table at y'alls feet and as it gets dark the Christmas lights husband!julien so diligently crafted around the house on a timer go off

and for the first time in a long time julien looks around and is so genuinely happy with the christmas-ness of her environment

and its silly like her and soft!gf are literally making replicas of their house out of inedible gingerbread and its so christmassy it should make her sick but she sees the streaks of icing on your cheekbone and how you've placed little m&ms in a repetitive pattern on the roof of your gingerbread house and she decides that the focused look on your face with your tongue peeking out, an almost ethereal glow behind your head from the Christmas lights is worth dealing with some of the lingering anger and resentment she has during the holidays if it means she can create new traditions with you and learn to love Christmas

<3 sorry its late guys

i feel like ive forgotten how to write and post and im in my imposter syndrome era ;P

#anon cutie #julien baker x reader #julien baker blurbs #julien baker hc #gingybread’s holidaze

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blakeswritingimagines · 1 year

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Wednesday characters with a southern s/o

Wednesday: She has found you to have a very charming voice. She does not think your southern drawl is very hard to understand or very annoying but she won't tell you that, but it does get on her nerves when you occasionally use words that are grammatically incorrect. Such as saying "I seen.." She has explained to you that saying "I have seen.." would make more sense when recounting an event but if you keep doing it she does find a soft spot for it, she has learned to like your accent. It’s very attractive, especially the way you pronounce “Wednesday”. She enjoys that you can make all kinds of southern phrases sound lovely to her. She loves it when you call her your “little witch”, or your “mischief” Since she will often hear you call other people darling and sweetheart.

Enid: Having an attractive southern romantic partner is a treat that not many others have. Enid loves having a southern sweetheart in her life because you always treat her with respect and adoration. She thinks you're always extremely polite and chivalrous, opening doors for her and pulling her chair out at restaurants. She doesn't like it when others try to get you wound up and listen to your accent get thicker but does love hearing how you say the same thing as her just differently and it's always a surefire way to cheer her up.

Xavier: Oh, he thinks it's a lot of fun. He loves your southern drawl, and he finds it to be so cute and charming. Even when you get mad, and start swearing up a storm, he can't get mad it's just so adorable. It is a little annoying sometimes as not everyone understands your accent, which can cause some misunderstandings especially after he noticed your southern drawl gets a lot thicker when he teases you playfully. Loves it when you start being a bit sassy toward him if he pushes too far. When you both tease each other, you both can often go into a bit of a little argument, and he can tell your trying to resist laughing a bit it's actually really adorable to him.

Rowan: He thinks southern accents are the most attractive accents in the world. He can't get enough of your sweet southern accent and dialect. He absolutely melts whenever you say "y'all, bless your heart, sugar, baby, mama, honey, dear, sweetheart, babe, sweet-tea, etc", It's rough sometimes. Especially because you can speak too fast for him and sometimes the words just mash together like goulash. He'll think the biggest issue is when you use "y’all" because he keeps thinking you're talking to or about multiple people. But the real icing on the cake is when you say “I love you” or when you call him “Honey”.

Tyler: He thinks it can be frustrating sometimes because he has to concentrate on everything you say or tell you to repeat/slow down so he feels like he has a chance. He has wished you would just be quiet sometimes and stop speaking like he teases by saying, cowboy. Your accent was one of the reasons why he fell in love with you though. It’s unique and not everyone gets to hear it every day. It’s just adorable but he was confused when you said you liked his accent even if it is to tease him.

Ajax: It was not easy to understand you in the beginning. But once he got used to the accent, he found your accent absolutely cute he guesses he is now used to it and he likes it even if people do have to come to him asking what it was you said. He finds it unique and it makes you special to him. (If you were to try to get rid of your accent or hide it, that would feel like some part of you was gone and he wouldn’t like that. A thick accent is actually part of who you are).

Bianca: She thinks having a southern romantic partner is lovely but also a challenge in some ways. You both come from different backgrounds and you each want the other to embrace your cultures. This is great because it brings more color and culture into your lives and your relationship. However, it can also create tension since you both need to learn to appreciate and respect the other's culture. The challenge is worth it, but it does take effort and compromise. In the end, has really come to enjoy when you sweet talk her more so when you will use words commonly regarded as a sign of endearment such as "darling" and "sweetheart" to describe her as you think that she is most pleasant and attractive.

#wednesday addams x reader #enid sinclair x reader #xavier thrope x reader #rowan laslow x reader #tyler galpin x reader #ajax petropolus x reader #bianca barclay x reader #wednesday headcanons #wednesday hcs #thank you to the anon that requested this!

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viridian-tay-leaf · 1 year

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General messages from spirit:

Pile 1 Pile 2

Pile 3 Pile 4

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Pile 1: 🧡🧡🧡

You guys are hard workers at heart. You've probably been the caretakers, the people pleasers, the adults even as a child in your family. People look to you for advice and are upset when you don't have the answers. You're either learning or have learned that this isn't the most healthy way to go on. You have to set boundaries and work on taking care of you, you can't pour out of an empty cup. So do some self care today, whether it's taking a walk, saying no, respecting your boundaries, dancing, sleeping, or simply doing nothing. Take some time for yourself to acknowledge what you've done and how far you've gotten. Then take some time to realize how powerful you are and that your possibilities are endless. You got it already so don't worry about it, just be.

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Pile 2: 💛💛💛

You guys are busy bees, huh? Always on the go go go. But is it fun for you? Do you enjoy what you're doing all the time for you or others. Is it improving your daily life or your health? If not, stop doing it or atleast slow it down. Life isn't going anywhere no matter how old you are, you still have time. Be present for today. (You could've resonated with Pile 1 so go back if you feel the need) Seriously though, when was the last time you had some fun. Some real fun, the type of fun that is careless and childlike. The type of fun you had on the playground in elementary school. Whatever brings you joy in that way do it, and do it in the most carefree way as possible. You deserve love, you deserve happiness, you deserve to have your actions, talents, and feelings reciprocated tenfold. Whether you get it from someone else or yourself. Take yourself on a date today and find out what makes you, you. You'll never know if you don't try? What's the worst that could happen? You fail, someone says no? Oh no whatever will you do, it's not like you've gotten up and done this battle before. You're stronger than you think, act like it bitch (affectionately)!

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Pile 3: ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

Are you okay? Do you need a hug? Come here bitch lemme give you a virtual one. Seriously tho, get one asap. If no one is around hug yourself or a plush, or a pet. You need to comfort yourself today, getting cancer energy, motherly or caretaker vibes. "I can be needy"-Ariana Grande. Take a long hot bath with some music or candles in the background. Cook something you only make for special occasions. You may feel like the world is chaos/ending or the tower is crumbling but it's not as bad as it seems. Death is just a rebirth and right now you are going through it. I'm hearing "pluto transform me"-Melanie Martinez. Y'all are in your transformation era. Big Hermit vibes. Take it slow and take your time. You'll soon rise from the ashes like a Phoenix babe. You got this!

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Pile 4: 💙💙💙

You guys are in your bag this season. It's been messy for some people around you, but not you bitch. Y'all are thriving in your energy and you know it. Main character energy. I'm getting Cancer, major Virgo & Leo vibes aswell. I'm hearing that yall don't even need this reading, it's just a confirmation that you're on the right path and you're doing you. Okayyyy go ahead besties be you and be proud and loud about it. Go off loves and do it unapologetically. I'm done here, yall don't need me to hype you up cause you already know you're that bitch. Beware of jealousy, envy, and other negative energies from others around you though. There are people who see you thriving and hate it, misery loves company so you best avoid those energy vampires. Cleansing and protections will help you stay in this energy. I don't even need to tell you to be grateful and honor yourself cause you're already doing it. Okayy, I see you sis!

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avatarrecom · 11 months

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I am loving your kinktober! I mean I love all your writing, but kinktober has been great. I did have an idea whenever you get a moment! I’d love to see the recoms torn between two sides of a fight and making the reader chose and a side. But maybe reader is a scientist and has to figure out what the fights about and it turns out it’s something real dumb, like Lyle told Fike his favorite movie wasn’t good but everyone picked sides and won’t talk to each other.

Say that to my face, you limp noodle

Pairing: Poly!recoms x Recom!reader

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: Thank you so much nonnie! This really makes me happy! I don't get a lot of comments about my writing so it's been making me kinda insecure.

Based on an argument between me and my cousin.

The day was finally over. You walked tiredly to your and your lover's apartment. Today was so incredibly tiring, you were ready to curl up on the couch with your loved ones, relax and watch a movie. Sighing, you rub your stiff neck. Sometimes you regret your career choice. The life of being both a Marine and scientist on Pandora was not easy. But you did meet your partners here. There's no way you would have met them on Earth. Y'all were once human, but after your death you were brought back to life in the bodies of 9ft tall blue aliens. You're not complaining, there's nothing better than those strong blue arms around you after a long day in the lab. And it’s funny to watch the humans shrink even more when you walk by.

The moment you walk into your apartment you feel a tense atmosphere. Normally around this time Z-dog and Walker would be cuddling on the sofa. Brown, Lopez, Fike and Lyle normally watch the football game around this time, no matter which teams are playing, they always shout at the television like the players can hear them. Normally when you walk in after a day at work, you see Ja and Prager together on one of the couches, each reading their own book. Normally, Mansk is cooking one of his delicious dishes, while Miles is at the dining table finishing up his paperwork.

Apparently today is different. Lyle, Z-dog, Brown, Lopez and Miles sit around the dining room table, while Fike, Walker, Ja, Prager and Mansk sit on the couches. You look at your partners in confusion. It's like they're divided into two camps. Everyone has an irritated look. “Hello loves,” you greet everyone with a nervous smile. Immediately the tense atmosphere lessens and you breathe a sigh of relief.

Your partners look at you with a smile. "Hello Darlin'," Miles greets with a mellow smile. "How was your day?" You shrug your shoulders, "exhausting." "What are we doing for dinner, should I cook?" you ask. Mansk stands up, "no need babe, I've already cooked, it just needs to be heated up." He presses a kiss to the corner of your lips and walks to the kitchen. You nod and look back at your tense partners.

“So…” you start awkwardly. "What is going on?" Prager stands up and walks over to you, "nothing to worry about babe," he gives you a kiss and starts setting the table. You vaguely hear him hissing at your partners at the table to move so he can set the table.

You remain confused. "What the hell is wrong with them?" Z-dog wraps her arms around you and presses her chest against your back. She starts pressing light kisses to your neck. Normally you would relax into her embrace and return her affection, but you know better. She's trying to distract you from whatever it is that's going on. You roll your eyes, but relax slightly. Z-dog's lips work their magic and the tense situation fades into the background.

You open your eyes when you hear Mansk say that dinner is ready. You expect everyone to take their usual places, but apparently not. Fike, Walker, Ja, Prager and Mansk take their seats on one side of the table and Miles, Lyle, Brown, Lopez and Z-dog on the other side, leaving Miles' normal spot at the head of the table for you.

You sit down, confused. Everyone starts eating in silence when the last one has their food. The atmosphere becomes more and more tense. No one says a word or looks at each other. Sometimes angry looks are thrown from one side of the table to the other. What surprises you most is that both Mansk and Miles are also acting strange. Normally when there is an argument they stay out of it.

You slam your cutlery down on the table. “Okay, what the fuck is going on,” you demand. Ten almost identical shocked looks look your way. Lopez's fork pauses in mid-air, oblivious to the food falling onto his lap, and Ja pauses mid-chew. You have never raised your voice at them or demanded that they do anything.

You raise an irritated eyebrow, "Well? I'm waiting." “There's nothing wrong Darlin,” Miles begins. “Bullshit!” you snap. "Yeah, that’s bullshit," Fike huffs. Miles turns his attention to him. "Fike," he begins warningly. “Leave it and accept that you are not right,” he orders. “What,” the Recom scoffs. “Is that an order from my CO or from my daddy?” he sneers mockingly.

You stand up abruptly and the chair slams backwards onto the floor. You lean your hands on the table and look angrily into the eyes of all your lovers one by one. "Someone better start talking or you guys are going to sleep outside tonight, I'm really not in the mood for this."

Brown points accusingly to the other side of the table, "They say Die Hard is a Christmas movie, but that's complete bullshit, right?!" he blurts. You stare at him in disbelief, “what?” Lopez wrongly interprets your disbelief as agreement that their opinion of the film is wrong. "Right?! It's bullshit!" he exclaims, exasperatedly throwing his hands in the air.

"See? She thinks it's bullshit too!" Z-dog says triumphantly. “Wait, no…” you start, but it's no use as another argument breaks out. "Die Hard values family over greed and materialism, that's a Christmas message!" claims Fike, and his side of the table firmly agrees. "It's too brutal. There's a lot of action, fight scenes, and gore, which typical Christmas movies just don't have," Lyle argues back. Once again there is agreement from one side of the table.

"The story literally begins on Christmas Eve. In the opening scene John McClan arrives at the airport with a Christmas gift in hand. He goes with his wife, who's name is Holly, to her work office Christmas party, I mean what else do you need?!” Ja sighs irritated.

“You agree with us, right?” Z-dog asks. "No, you know it's a Christmas movie, right? We watched it this week!" Walker looks at you expectantly. “Why did you watch it this week if you think it's a Christmas movie,” Lopez scoffs. And again a heated discussion begins.

"Everyone shut up!" you shout. Once you have everyone's attention you sigh tiredly, "Can we just say Die Hard is a heartfelt movie about coming home for the holidays...just, with explosions?" Your lovers look at you incredulously.

“Absolutely not,” Miles says. "You know what," you start, "what if we watch the movie and then we make two lists with arguments for and against whether Die Hard is a Christmas movie or not." For the first time this evening, everyone is in agreement and after the table and kitchen have been cleaned, the two camps sit on opposite sides of the coffee table, two tablets ready to take notes to prove who’s right.

You sigh and wonder what you got yourself into. But at least, you will have some rest for the next two hours, before you are undoubtedly forced to make the final decision about some stupid movie that you couldn't care less about. Tomorrow your lovers will have to remind you why on earth you ever fell in love with them.

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 1 year

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Hi hi hi hi hii!! Can you do Tom Kaulitz with Polish male reader or gn reader? Your decision. There's like zero fanfics about Polish readers, it's usually Mexican, Korean. Maybe Tom visits his s/o in Poland for a couple of weeks and it's all cute, like Tom tries most of the traditional food, pierogi for example. And Tom never heard his s/o talk in Polish so when he did he was like *wow😯*. And reader also know how to bake so they make sernik or cheese cake(I think it's the same thing?) Or just cupcakes, so yayyy cute happy couple.

Love ur fanfics, pookieeee!! 💙

(Hello! So sorry this took so long and I saw your other requests and I feel bad for not responding, DW they're still in my inbox I was just being lazy. But enjoy!)

Tom K. x Polish!Reader

I feel like you being from Poland and having an accent was what drew him to you at first

Obviously later on it was personality and who you are but just you being from somewhere else was cool and hot to him

I mean he and Bill have both said that they like people from other countries/places

He could listen to you talk for hours

Was the one to start playfully copying your words in Polish just because he wanted to annoy you

That or he learned curse words in Polish just to call people assholes or bitch in another language

*Cough* Georg *cough*

But then he would be picking up Polish quite a bit

He also has you teach him to get words and sounds right even if they were the easiest ones on the planet

Just because he likes seeing you and hearing you teaching him

If that makes sense

He could listen to your accent go on and on for hours on end

No matter what language because he is just addicted

But what he did not expect in the beginning was for Polish to sound sorta aggressive

He was caught off guard for a moment when he first heard it, staring at you like

"What did I do?!"

Especially if you're yelling at someone man he is by all means be supporting you but by afar

He don't want to be caught in the crossfire

One time he walked in on you arguing with Gustav

And he couldn't even tell what was going on by all the screaming in German and Polish

He was standing there dumbfounded and fled before anything could turn to him

But even sometimes just talking sounded aggressive but he learned your mannerisms for when you're actually mad

So he knows the drill know babes

Hw loves learning more about you, your background or your family

Everything is just so cool and new to him, and he would especially appreciate it if you also did the same with Germany and his culture

He indulges in your culture 100%

Your family is now his family from the times he sneaks up to visit y'all

Or sometimes just them because he likes seeing your mom and your siblings

Him and your dad surprisingly get along, considering how most dad's get along with their sons boyfriends

He literally loves cooking and baking with your mom

He may suck at it but man does he gossip with your mama

But he does try his best when with you

Mainly with your mom he's sitting on the counter, kicking his feet and talking as he hands her ingredients

But with you he likes to impress you by cooking your cultures foods

And when he tries he can be absolutely bomb at it let me tell you

He had never heard of the dishes before, especially tasted them so he was genuinely happy when they tasted to good

He stole so much and was eating it the whole time

He just loves spending time in poland with you, learning your language and culture, and hearing you talk

He's so whipped let me tell you

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docholligay · 9 months

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Dr. Holligay Tries Things That Aren't Running: Oula One

So, continuing with my very sexy and respectable journey to win a high-priced and totally unnecessary kitchen item, I come hot off the heels of my hilariously and gloriously slow three mile run to the noble choice of: Whatever class is available to me at 9 am and in a decent spot on my bingo card.

That's Oula One, babes! Do I know what Oula One is? Not even fucking REMOTELY. Do i know that it is a stepping stone to winning really stupid kitchen appliances? Oh fuck yes. Let's go.

An incredibly kind woman greets me by introducing herself, shaking my hand, and explaining that it's a yoga dance fusion class.

Excellent! I hate yoga! I scream with my entire mind.

She must have heard me with her third ear or somethinking, because she's smiling and telling me not to worry, because it's all about doing what feels good in my body. Great! I hate doing what feels good in my body! Part of the reason I hate yoga is it is neither fun nor punishing. I LOVE to be taken to the end of my tether. One of my favorite activities of last year was our 24 hour run, where I ended up with cactus spines through my toe. Running lets me take myself to the redline and see if I can cross the finish line before the engine explodes. Boot camp tells me that I'm fucking weak, and I can drag myself in a full plank across a gym floor, can't I? Work harder, it screams. This is great for me! I love feeling like I could not possibly have given one more inch.

Yoga, on the other hand, is both very difficult, and not punishing. I can't touch my hand flat palmed to the floor, but neither do I feel broken by pushing to it. I am just bored! I am an extremely hyperactive human being and sitting cross legged grounding myself is probably against the Geneva Convention. I want to crawl out of the classroom like an inchworm.

But here I am! In a dynamic yoga class, sitting on the floor in my damn booty booty ass ass running shorts, which are very practical on a track but less so here. I was wearing sloth underwear today and everyone knew it. You're welcome. Since I'm here, I am going to give it my best try, and I am going to go in with an open mind.

Twist ending for me most of all: I actually sort of enjoyed it! It moves much faster than a normal yoga class, but you repeat the moves a lot and can get deeper and deeper into them. It's extremely hippy-dippy, which I absolutely am not, and I had to muffle my laughter when she was like, 'This song is about keeping our shadow self near us" but...I am somewhat older than y'all so i don't know if you have this experience.

So picture a party, and there's a lot of weed at this party. Now, you don't smoke weed because it makes you strange in ways you don't like, but you do like partying, and there's some extremely suspect but deeply alcoholic Homebrew "mead" and you're making the best of it, and besides you need a favor from the guy you came with because you want to buy shrooms for the meteor shower backpacking trip a few weekends from now (I realize I have touched the absolute heart of tumblr right now, and you all are nodding in agreement at this very relatable scenario) This person is like a lot of the people who always had weed before everyone did, and so there are dyed silks hanging from her walls, and Loreena McKennitt is playing in the background, and you're definitely a little buzzed, and getting kind of a contact high, and then people start to dance. They dance with these big, open swirls of their body, and almost certainly someone is wearing moss green.

That is how I would describe the yoga-dance fusion at this class. Easy to follow, very vibes-based, and heavily based in big, open moves that give good stretch. Seeing as it takes an act of God and Congress for me to stretch, forcing myself to go do it every week or ever every other would not be the worst thing.

I cannot BELIEVE I am saying this, but I would go again.

Definitely without the ass shorts though.

#things that aren't running

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moonlight-prose · 1 year

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LOVE IS STRANGE

➛ chapter one

a/n: after nearly a year later since i first posted this fics masterlist, i have finally begun writing it!! i have plotted the entirety of it, so hopefully chapters go swiftly. i saw top gun maverick for this man and now i'm finally writing his fic. i hope y'all enjoy!

note: a massive thank you to @bvckysmoon for beta reading this chapter!! you're the absolute best babes!🖤

summary: you came to fightertown to escape, but run right into him.

word count: 5.6k+

pairing: mickey 'fanboy' garcia x f!reader

warnings: not explicit, angst, parent death, grief, flirting, fluff, minor injuries, fanboy being a nervous wreck, cute as fuck nerds.

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The situation could have been better. Music played softly on the radio, a soft Spanish song you seemed to replay whenever you needed something to calm your nerves. Although what did you have to be nervous about? You’d been here before, once when you were a child with your mother, but this was different.

This was simply a different version of running away from your problems. Or fears rather.

You turned onto the street, staring at the address you’d written haphazardly on a napkin—the very same one clutched in your right hand. The ink bled outward, smudging the numbers slightly, but you could still make them out. It seemed that every house you saw was in pristine condition. Not even a single blade of grass was out of place—the white paint on most places so blinding as it reflected the late afternoon sun.

“C’mon,” you muttered, squinting against the sunlight to see the number clearer.

Five seconds later you were slamming on the brakes, jolting the car as you pulled over the side, finally in the right spot. For a moment you leaned back in the seat, staring at the beautiful property that you had been to once. You could recall the memory of music pouring out the front door, a woman laughing with your mother, and the smell of barbecue.

It had been decades since you’d even heard from the woman, but your mother always kept her close. A friend that she didn’t have to see everyday to know better than her own self. You could remember the holiday cards coming in the mail and letters they’d exchanged over the years. Your mother’s name written in slightly messy cursive handwriting—always managing to bring a smile to her face when she saw the pretty white envelopes.

That is until she pulled out the letter, saw the different stains of coffee that marked the pages, and laughed. You smiled at the memory, eyes misting over as you stared at the house—the song eventually fading to and end in the background.

“Okay,” you sighed, pulling the key out of the ignition and grabbing your purse.

Penny Benjamin certainly had her life together, living by the ocean with her daughter and running a bar. When you called her two weeks ago asking for a place to stay, she offered up her guest bedroom faster than you could explain why. Her reasoning was that she’d practically been the aunt you rarely got to see. Still a part of her family even though you were hours away. So you took her up on her offer and packed your small car the best you could.

At least to survive the summer out here in San Diego. Or as she affectionately referred to it—Fightertown.

The porch creaked slightly as you walked up the steps, your hand clutching your bag as if it were your lifeline. You prepared yourself to knock, unsure of what would happen when that door finally opened, but your eyes caught sight of a paper taped to the screen. Penny’s handwriting scrawled on the front. You half expected to see your mom’s name on the paper, but this time it was yours.

That alone nearly made you jolt in shock.

I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to welcome you to the house sweetie. I was needed down at Amelia’s school today. Apparently my daughter hasn’t been entirely honest with me about her grades so far. The key is under the turtle. If you recognize it then you’re right, you did make it in middle school. Your mom sent it to me as a birthday gift, claiming that you would be the next best artist the world has ever seen.

She was right.

If I’m not home later then I’ll be at the Hard Deck (the bar). The address is below. You’re welcome to start working any time!

-Penny

You smiled, glancing down at the oddly shaped turtle you had spent days on in art class. It was meant to go to your mom as a gift, but the clay seemed to have different opinions, part of the turtle’s foot having fallen off as you carried it home.

Picking it up, you felt the rough exterior of the pain beginning to wear off, the silver key placed neatly beneath it. The door swung open with a slight squeak, finally revealing the interior that definitely didn’t match the exterior. You caught sight of photos you’d taken through the years hung up on the walls, pictures of a young girl you knew to be Amelia and Penny beside them. You even noticed a small framed picture of you and your mom on the mantle.

It seemed that Penny had always been a part of your family. You just hadn’t been aware of how much.

You soon began to realize that the house was a small two story place that held a modicum of comfort that left you wanting to curl up in the guest room’s bed and never come out. It was certainly a vibe you found yourself falling in love with. Penny had placed small notes for you throughout. Directions on where the guest room was—on the button floor near the kitchen—and how to get to the beach if you wanted to explore.

Dragging your bags to the relatively large room, you caught sight of yet another photo you’d taken for a class years ago, hanging by the small desk by the window. The sight of your work displayed with such precious care throughout her house nearly made you tear up. Given that you had made the choice to come here after making your decision.

“Hey mom,” you whispered, pulling out the small portrait you had of her and placing it on the bedside table. “I made it.”

Penny’s note about how to get to the beach was still clutched in your palm. Half of you wanted to stay here, wait for her to get back so you could speak. But the other half genuinely wanted to see what was out there. Honestly you really just wanted to see the ocean again after having been away from it for so long, the sea salt air permeating your lungs the second you drove into town.

You dropped the note on the bed, placed the key on your favorite key ring, and changed.

Running along the beach in the late afternoon seemed to be just what you needed to get out of your own head. People milled about, some with families some without, but thankfully it seemed that most had left already to continue their day. Either that or begin plans for their night.

You inhaled and exhaled, feeling the burn go down your legs as you pushed yourself past the limit, aching for either a cup of coffee or a good lunch. You’d go in search of both as soon as you were done. The waves crashed softly on the shore, becoming background noise to your breaths; a lulling echo that you found you loved each time you were here. Your tennis shoes were slightly soaked as you ran through the water, but you didn’t mind.

Not with a view like that beside you.

To you…it was priceless. You only wished you had brought your camera with you, but the sharp sting of why you didn’t shot through you once more. Reminding you of why you were running in the first place.

Your headphones died halfway through the run—now strung around your neck—and you were half tempted to head into a local shop just to buy a cheap pair. But you did your best to focus on the sounds of the ocean. The steady rhythm of nature around you. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. You were breathing so hard your lungs started to hurt, but still you pushed past it. Seeing the end of the shore in sight; your stopping point barely twenty feet away.

Finally, you’d get some sweet relief.

Or a coffee. Which amounted to both in your case.

So focused on counting your breaths and listening to the waves you didn’t see the person running straight at you. The expression on his face made it clear that he didn’t see you in his path either until the very last second. In which you both swerved, him to the left and you to right, causing your foot to slide on the wet sand. A sharp pain shot up your thigh and you cried out as fell forward, fully expecting to hit the sand hard. Thankfully his hands quickly grabbed a hold of your wrists, steadying you the best he could.

“Fuck are you okay?” he asked, ripping the headphones from his ears and helping you back to your feet. Well…as much as you could stand on a most likely twisted ankle.

“Yeah.” You bit back a groan at the stabbing pain that continued to go up your leg. “Just slipped.”

“Shit.” He helped you sit on the dry part of the sand, crouching down beside you. “I didn’t see you. I tried to move but I couldn’t get my foot out of the sand.”

You laughed, shutting your eyes for some reprieve. “Me too.”

“May I?” he asked, gesturing to your leg and you nodded without a second of hesitation.

He pressed lightly against your ankle, causing you to hiss in pain as he inspected the injury—his eyebrows pulling together with worry. You hoped it wasn’t twisted or sprained, knowing that tonight you were meant to start working with Penny. You were either screwed or would become the world’s first sitting bartender. That idea you had to laugh at.

He managed to shift your foot without any further pain, reigniting hope in your chest. Maybe you were fine. Maybe you’d actually get through this day without anything else happening. Although knowing how popular small town bars were—how busy they got—you were probably better off with it being twisted.

“It doesn’t look too bad,” he said, pressing his thumb along the bone. “I’m guessing you just shifted on it the wrong way.”

“My lucky day.” You didn’t mean for the words to sound snarky, but it was too late to take them back.

He cringed, standing up and running a hand along the top of his buzzed haircut. You could barely see him with the sun casting a heavy glow around his form, but what you could see took your damn breath away. He stood shirtless, practically dripping in sweat that trailed down his abs. It didn’t help that his shorts hung low on his hips, revealing dips that made your heart race.

Really it was unfair to see how fit he was. You only ran a few weeks a year, whereas he looked like he ran multiple times a day. The man looked like a god, or at least he was shaped like one.

Shifting your gaze upwards to his face before your mind could wander further, you felt your heart flutter at the sight of his face filled with worry. After so long on your own you forgot what that felt like.

Having someone worry about you.

Granted he didn’t know who you were, and you’d probably never see him again in your life. But it was nice to dream.

While you wanted to remain there with him, you knew that sooner or later you’d have to find Penny. If anything, you had to get ready to start your new job. You took the hand he offered to help you stand, wincing slightly as you put pressure on your foot. Thankfully the pain was subsiding slowly; the short break you needed helped somewhat. But you could already tell it would form into an irritating ache later in the night.

Even when you were settled on your feet and successfully ignoring the pain, he still didn’t let go. You had half a mind to ask for his number, or even just his name, but your short lived stay here shoved its way to the forefront of your mind.

You wouldn’t be here long enough to get to know him. So you didn’t bother in the first place.

“Thanks for…” You gestured to your ankle, letting go of his hand, missing how the warmth of it felt nice against your own.

He smiled, a sight that captured you so fiercely you thought you’d never be able to head back after this. Why did he have to be so fucking pretty? It would make forgetting about your small encounter harder. You knew he’d probably have you out of his mind the second he left, so you attempted to do the same thing. Whoever he was would simply be a passing memory. Something nice to look back on in the future.

“You can’t thank me for that,” he said. If you weren’t mistaken you could see a faint red stain on his cheeks as he averted his gaze to the pier. “I was the cause of it. So it feels unfair.”

“Okay…” You wiped the sweat off your forehead. “How about a thanks till we’re even?”

Once again the smile was back, replacing his frown—much to your delight. “How would we get even?”

You shrugged. “We’ll see if I hurt you in the future.”

“Does that mean I’ll see you again?”

“Who knows,” you called out, walking up towards the street. His gaze trailed after you, until you disappeared in the distance, leaving him standing there.

You headed towards Penny’s house, feeling the pain lessen with each step. You should have asked him for his name and number, but you figured if you were meant to see him again, you’d happen upon him before your stay came to an end. However the chances of that happening were slim to none. Which left you with merely the hope of the universe working in your favor.

The sight of the house left you with a feeling of relief. You regretted not taking your car to the beach, figuring it wasn’t that far, but your ankle throbbed painfully by the time you reached her porch. Your keychain jingling loudly as you opened the door.

The lack of noise in the house told you Penny must have headed straight to the bar. Which gave you the option to shower, rest, and dig through your suitcase for clothes. You weren’t entirely equipped with a wardrobe that catered towards the beach, sun, and sand. You were geared more towards city life than oceanside.

When you told Penny that you wanted to work, explaining how you bartended whilst getting your bachelors degree, she was more than happy to offer a job at the Hard Deck. Penny claimed it wasn’t too bad once you got the hang of things—words that you were currently living by.

You simply have to hold her to that when tonight rolled around.

Okay…so she kind of lied.

When you arrived, you barely had time to give her a quick hug, say a joy filled hello, before she was called away and you were thrown into the chaos. For an hour you’d been serving person after person, the crowd only getting bigger as the sun began to dip below the horizon; the night life emerging after a day of hibernating. Penny nudged you gently every time she passed you, the smile on her face just as bright as you remembered.

You spotted some men in uniform playing darts in the corner. Navy by the looks of things. You knew they had a base around here—having visited as a kid beforehand—but this was your first time seeing them in person.

Wiping down the bartop, you let go of the breath you were holding, preparing for the next waves of people to walk through the door and order who knows what. Beers were the main drink of the night—the stock being depleted within the first hour. Penny had gone into the back to bring out a few more boxes—tasking a man in uniform to follow her. So, you waited for her return, leaning your hip against the bar and wiping the sweat off your neck.

“Has anyone told you that you are beautiful?”

You turned, catching the gaze of the Naval officer from earlier, his blonde hair styled a little too perfectly and his smile nearly blinding. He looked like the human version of a Ken doll. In a good way. The man from earlier flashing in your mind as you tried to come up with something clever to say in return. You wondered if he too was a part of the Navy. Was he preparing for a missing or training?

Really you didn’t know enough about the Navy to actually form a coherent opinion on them. You only knew what Penny told you over the phone.

You smiled, attempting to come off as somewhat grateful for his compliment. “I would say you were the first, but then I’d be lying.”

He laughed immaculately—his demeanor telling you he knew how good he looked—and you tried not to compare him to the man from the beach. Who knows when you’d see him again—if ever—and here was another handsome man in front of you. Clearly interested. So why couldn’t you flirt back? It’s not like you didn’t know how to do it. You were mildly competent at the game, having snapped a few dates in your lifetime, but tonight you felt off.

As if you could practically see right through the man in front of you.

“How’d you end up working here?” he asked, leaning on the bar in an attempt to get close to you.

“Oh…uh…Penny’s my mom’s friend.” You drummed your nails against the bar.

His smile deepened, revealing dimpled lines that made him look…cute. “I was about to say. I’ve been here before and I would have definitely recognized you.”

“Ah well…it’s my first night working here.”

The corners of his eyes crinkled slightly. “I guess it’s my lucky night.”

You opened your mouth to respond, ready to say you weren’t interested in starting something right now, when the doors swung open and the next wave of customers hit. People poured in, finding spots at the bar and tables around the outskirts of the already crowded place. What caught your eye first was the woman in the exact same khaki uniform, leading two other men towards the pool table.

You nearly missed him due to someone asking for a beer, but there he was—standing in a Navy uniform and stopping right beside the blonde man who’s name you didn’t other asking for.

“Hi,” you said, sounding a bit too breathless. You just met the man and yet there you were acting like a lovesick woman.

The smile that had embedded its way into your mind showed up again as he stepped closer to the bar—closer to you. “Hi. I didn’t know you worked here.”

“Small word I guess.”

He chuckled softly, your heart flipping in your chest at the sound. “Really small.”

“Do you two know each other?”

You forgot he was even there. “Not really. He helped me out with an injury earlier today.”

“More like caused it,” he exclaimed.

“I wouldn’t exactly say it was your fault. More like…it was the sand's fault.”

His smile grew, brown eyes lighting up. “I personally don’t like sand. It’s coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere.”

“Did you just…quote Anakin Skywalker?”

“Would you be mad if I did?”

If it was possible your heart sped up even more.

You shook your head, handing off a beer to the person that asked. “How could I be mad at a fellow Star Wars fan?”

The look in his eyes set you alight with a new type of nervousness. You’d flirted before, having proved it slightly with the other man—who was nowhere to be found—but this was a whole new playing field. It felt as if he was seeing right through your cool demeanor and viewing your thoughts like a novel. It should have unnerved you—left you vulnerable in some way—yet you found you didn’t mind it.

You blamed it on his brown eyes. They held an element of sweetness to them that made your brain go blank the longer he looked at you.

Penny’s hand on your shoulder made you jump. “How are you doing?” she asked over the noise.

You nodded. “It’s pretty chaotic, but I’ve got it handled.”

“Yeah there’s quite a crowd tonight. Think you can stay a bit longer tonight?”

“I’m here as long as you need me.”

“Good, because we’ve got guests,” she replied, pointing to the group of Naval officers laughing together.

It looked like you wouldn’t get a moment of peace until the night died down. So, you turned back to him, giving him what you hoped was a flirty smile, and slid a beer across the bar his way.

“Hey Fanboy!” A woman called, her hand gesturing for him to come join them.

Your eyebrows raised at the nickname. “Fanboy?”

He shrugged, his cheeks flushing red just as they had on the beach. “It’s my callsign.”

“You’re a pilot!” you exclaimed. The realization dawned on you slower than you expected it too, given that the uniform he was wearing should have given it away.

“Yes ma’am. Well I’m a WSO.”

The title sounded vaguely familiar. “You sit in the backseat right?”

He nodded. “Weapons system officer, yeah.”

“Can I ask where Fanboy came from?” You wished you had more time to talk with him, already enraptured by the way he spoke—the nervousness he exuded that was just as palpable as yours. Except you could see more people cramming their way to the bar and knew you’d be called away sooner than you hoped.

He laughed, taking a sip of the beer. “I’m a fan I guess,” he replied. “It’ll take a bit to explain.”

Just as you predicted, Penny called your name from the other end of the bar. You came into this job with her saying the Hard Deck was a popular place, but you didn’t anticipate just how popular it was. The people you now recognized as pilots were everywhere; their uniforms pressed and perfect. They looked more put together than you ever had in your life, but you supposed that’s where your differences lie.

They knew what they wanted out of life, while you hardly knew how to navigate life at all.

“How about a name then?” you asked, hoping that it came with a number you could call.

“Mickey.” He stuck his hand out. “Mickey Garcia.”

You shook it, remembering how it felt from earlier. “As in Sylvia and Mickey?”

Once more you were awarded with another laugh that sent heat creeping up into your face. “I guess so. Yeah.”

Penny called you again, gesturing for you to cut the conversation short and help her with the overwhelming amount of people. You quickly turned back to him, catching him staring at you not so subtly, which earned you another chance to see his cheeks turn red. You would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy that sight more than you should. A man had never blushed in front of you before him. Well actually…a man had never been interested in actually talking to you long enough for you to get him to blush.

“I’m impressed,” you said, handing off two more beers. “You sat through Dirty Dancing long enough to know who I’m talking about.”

Again he laughed and you yearned for the entire bar to empty out, leaving only you and him. “Dirty Dancing is a classic. It would be rude to not watch the whole thing in one sitting.”

Oh…this man was dangerous.

You were only here for a short time. Which meant you couldn’t go falling head over heels in love with an airman you just met that morning, but there you were. Attached to every word he said and hoping he’d say more.

A woman appeared at his side, her arm falling to rest on his shoulder. “If you’re done flirting Fanboy, we’re over there playing pool.”

The tops of his ears turned red, eyes averting to the smirk she wore—as if she’d just caught him red handed. “I’ll be over there soon.”

Her grin grew wider, eyes alight with a mischief that seemed to only make her beauty grow. “Better hurry. Payback’s laying down bets. Claims he’s going to kick your ass.”

He rolled his eyes. “Please. He knows needs me on his side.”

“I don’t know,” she sang, grabbing the beers Penny had placed on the bar for her, and turning back towards the loud group.

“You should go,” you said, drawing his gaze back to you. “They’re waiting.”

“They can wait some more.”

Heat spilled into your chest, spreading down towards your stomach. You’d never been so attracted to someone before. Never felt as if the world was being pulled to a stop, giving you two all the time you could have wanted to get to know one another. You didn’t want him to go either, but time didn’t seem to be on either of your sides tonight. His callsign was called again, breaking up the small moment you two shared.

“Go.” You put another beer in front of him, the condensation turning your hand cold. “Besides, resistance is futile. So sooner or later you’re gonna have to go over there.”

His eyes widened slightly, mouth parting as the words registered in his mind. Except before he could comment, someone was slinging their arm around his shoulder and tugging on him. Claiming that he couldn’t win without his WSO by his side. You figured the man currently dragging a reluctant Mickey away was Payback.

Before you could catch his eye again, you turned back to Penny who was currently overwhelmed by the amount of people placing orders. She handed off the small notepad full of who wanted what to you before moving to the small bell that hung in the center of the bar. The loud ringing sending up a raucous cheer that nearly deafened you. Yet in the middle of all that noise, your eyes caught his again, his smile even brighter than before.

“I think I’m gonna collapse,” you sighed, falling onto the stool, a glass of ice water in front of you.

Penny chuckled, popping open two beers and handing one off to you. “Welcome to life in Fightertown. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to greet you.”

You waved her off. “It’s fine. I found my way around just fine.”

“Still. I should have been there. If anything to tell you I’m glad you’re here.”

“Thanks,” you said softly, taking a sip and letting the cold liquid wash down your throat.

She smiled, the crinkles by her eyes reminding you of your mom’s. “How are you doing? Since the decision and the…funeral.”

The inevitable conversation had finally come up, but you knew you couldn’t run from it forever. Not with Penny. Not after she’d been there for you through it all. You could remember the day a bit too clearly. The tears, the numbness, how Penny reintroduced herself into your life and took on the role your mother couldn’t anymore. She took you in with open arms, called you every week to check in, and even sent you small things in the mail to make sure you smiled.

You’d never be able to express to her how truly grateful you were.

“The decision was hard.” You took another sip. “But it was the right choice for me.”

“I’m glad.”

“At least when I go back I’ll know it’ll be because I wanted to.”

She nodded, clearly in agreement. “That’s all I want for you.” Another beat passed before she grinned, lifting the bottle to her lips. “It seems like someone was particularly smitten with you tonight.”

And just like that…the heat curled in your body again. Winding its way through your nervous system and setting you alight.

“Oh…he’s not. We’re not…I met him earlier today at the beach.”

“Right.” She pointed outside, to the back deck. “He’s been waiting out there for you since I rang for last call. Figured he’d come in by now.”

Your eyes darted to the glass doors, and sure enough there he stood. Holding a beer that had probably gone warm and nervously tapping his fingers against the deck railing. Penny watched for your reaction, but you couldn't hide the lovesick look in your eyes. The longing you felt in your heart. How did a man you met mere hours ago have such a hold over you? You were half tempted to ask her the question, but she was already moving away, humming a tune under her breath as she drank her beer.

Finding the courage within yourself, you headed towards the back, opening the door and watching as he whirled around. His eyes were wide, mouth opening and closing, but then he caught sight of your smile and relaxed slightly.

“Last call was twenty minutes ago,” you said, joining him outside, feeling the cool breeze wash across your skin.

A huff of laughter left his lips. “Yeah I was…”

“Waiting for me?” you mused, craving that blush you knew would come across his cheeks.

“Is that weird?”

You shook your head. “I’m glad you waited.”

“Yeah?” He had a look in his eyes, all encompassing and warm. Something you wanted to sink into, drown beneath. You wondered if he’d let you. “Can I walk you home?” he asked, his eyes quickly stealing a glance at your lips.

A pause of silence took over the space between you, but it didn’t feel awkward. Somehow everything that happened so far between the two of you felt…natural. Like you’d known each other for years, barely coming back together once more now. You wanted as much time with him as you could have. Stealing moments and locking them in your mind for when you would eventually leave.

“It’s only fair,” you finally said, eyes tracing the curve of his cheekbones. “Since you partially injured me earlier.”

He laughed, his body relaxing against the railing. “I have to make sure you get home safe.” He glanced up at you through his lashes; your heart sped up to an intensity that stole your breath away.

“Let me just grab my bag.”

You grabbed the half full beer bottle he still held and took it with you—feeling his eyes trail after you like earlier. A part of you wanted to sprint in and grab what you needed, but you knew it would only make you look a little too eager. Even if you were sure he felt the same, you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself. Falling and nearly twisting your ankle was enough for one day.

“Lead the way,” he said, giving you space to walk past him as he followed you into the street.

A single street lamp flickered as you walked by, keeping a slow pace with Mickey as a chance to prolong the time you had with him. Eventually you’d have to go home, return to the guest bedroom, and restart the day over again. But for now you were content to remain there, walking along the yellow lit street, your hand brushing against his.

“I heard—when you were talking to Hangman—that it was your first night working at the bar?”

“His callsign is Hangman?” You snorted. “No you know what…that fits. But yes. It was my first night. I arrived in town earlier today.”

“So definitely not here for a vacation,” he joked, his knuckles brushing along yours. You wanted to take his hand in yours, to feel that addicting warmth you already longed for. Something about him made you feel like yourself for the first time in months and you didn’t want to lose that feeling.

“No. More like I’m…hiding out here.”

“From what?” he murmured.

“Life.”

You stopped in front of Penny’s house, admiring how he looked beneath the street lamp. How the shadows made his jaw even sharper. Except you continued to be drawn back to his eyes—the brown holding you captive.

“I know what that’s like,” he said softly. “You found a good place to hide.”

Smiling, you rummaged through your bag for the familiar keychain you bought yourself in college. Mickey’s eyes went straight to it. The surprise in his eyes from earlier returning, followed by a slight smile.

“I knew it,” he said, pointing to the Starfleet symbol. “What you said earlier. I wasn’t sure if you were actually…”

“A Star Trek fan?” you inquired, head tilting at his enthusiasm. “I’ve been one since I was a kid. Well at least since I first saw Captain Janeway being a badass on my t.v. screen.”

Mickey could have fallen in love then and there. His heart raced, just as yours did, breath leaving his lungs faster than he could keep it. You waited, holding your breath slightly as his mouth opened. The words forming on his tongue. You wanted to ask more about his callsign. The story behind how he got it, but watching his excitement at your keychain gave you enough of an idea.

“Would you…uh…” He took a breath, letting it out quickly before starting over. “Would you like to go on a date with me?”

Your heart soared, body flushing with that now familiar warmth until you swore you could feel it in the tips of your fingers. Perhaps falling head over heels for a pilot wasn’t such a bad idea this summer. For the first time in months you didn’t think about grad school, you didn’t stress over what came next in life. Because you were here, and he was looking at you like you hung the moon in the sky.

“I’d love to.”

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betrayal

pairing: bang chan x fem reader

genre: angst, smut – MDNI

synopsis: chan betrayed your trust. he tries his best to show you how sorry he is, but did it worked? or was it too much for you to bear.

warnings: cheating, heartbreak, elevated feelings, smut, unprotected sex, make-up sex, heated moment, explicit language, nipple play, clit play, pussy eating, rutting, face-riding, possessiveness, jealousy, creampie, some masturbation [ m ], pet names [ pup, my love, baby ], biting, mentions of insecurities, anxiety and imperfections – if i missed any, lmk!!

words: 5k

tag: @bellamuerte1987

a/n: i cried whilst writing this – especially the ending! why am i like this, lmaoo. anyways, i hope y'all enjoy this mess. i am currently battling a cold rn so if it seems jumbled up, that's because it is, lmaoo.🤧

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Silence. The background noise of your TV became a distant sound. Dizziness and nausea slowly creeping its way to the back of your throat. Your ears ringing. You're staring at your phone screen, eyes watering from either not blinking for 5 minutes or because of what you were seeing.

Your heart shattering into a million pieces, palms sweaty. Heartbreak, anger, disgust was all you could feel. Emotions and adrenaline coursing through your veins. You couldn't believe your eyes.

Minho 😈 [22:30]: im sry, (Y/N) you have to see this…

Minho 😈 [22:31] picture attached

I'm so so sry…

Chan, your lover of only 3 months, was photographed kissing someone else. As soon as you saw it, your mouth ran dry. You wanted to scream, punch the cushions, smash things up around your apartment in fits of rage – but you couldn't.

You felt numb. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the screen. Occasionally zooming in with your index and pointer finger for the millionth time to make sure it is who Minho said it is.

You thought it was a joke, a big practical joke on you when Minho explained it was Chan. You and Minho don't get on at the best of times, you're both headstrong people with strong opinions, so naturally you both clash, however, Minho isn't that type of person to make something as serious as this up.

You swallowed a lump in your throat. You clenched your jaw, your throat becoming dry in an instant. No matter how many times you swallowed, your throat stayed dry. Soon enough, you ran out of saliva.

You took deep breaths, closing your eyes and counting to ten, slowly. You blinked back hot tears, swallowing down your nausea. You walked to the kitchen, your bare feet slapping softly against the wooden floor.

Grabbing a glass, you filled it up with cold water. You placed your phone screen side down at the breakfast bar, parking yourself on the high stool as you sipped your water and waiting, staring into the void.

You didn't have to wait long. Soon enough, a cheerful Chan came in through the door, unaware that his life was about to be turned upside down. Humming, he kicked his shoes off before walking inside, looking around for you. You stared at him, placing your glass down on the breakfast bar. Chan grinned when he saw you, walking to you with a bounce in his step.

"Hey baby!" Chan said cheerfully, unaware of what's to come. He smelt of sweat and alcohol, with a hint of cheap perfume. It enraged you even more.

Chan leaned in to kiss your lips but you instantly turned your head, denying his kiss as his lips connected with your cheek. Chan pulled away slowly, feeling your hostile mood. His brows furrowed, smile turning into a frown.

"Babe? You okay?" His voice laced with concern. You simply shrugged, picking up your glass and sipping your water.

"I don't know Chan. You tell me." You replied, voice monotone. Chan blinked, trying to read your emotions or body language, but to no avail.

"I don't understand." You scoffed, short puffs of hot air escaping your nostrils. You put your glass down and looked at Chan for the first time since he got home.

Chan swallowed. Your somewhat calm demeanor scaring him. His mind working overtime to figure out what he has – or hasn't – done. You took deep breaths, chest rising before you grabbed your phone. You opened it, the picture staring at you once again. Refusing to let your hot tears fall, you pressed your lips in a thin line, eyes blinking rapidly.

You flipped your phone, showing Chan the screen you had been staring at for an hour and a half. His eyes widened in horror.

"Where-"

"Minho. Minho sent it me." You replied coldly, cutting Chan off mid sentence. Chan sighed deeply, running his fingers through his hair.

"That bastard" He mumbled under his breath. You raised a brow, your anger resurfacing – this time, you allowed it to take control of your body. You exploded.

"Seriously Chan?!" Chan's head shot up as you slammed your phone down on the breakfast bar. "I show you a picture of you sucking the face off some other women and your first instinct is to call your best friend a bastard?!"

"I-No!" Chan exclaimed. You stood up, standing in front of him. Your body hot with rage, words spewing from your mouth.

"Then what Chan?! Why? Why did you do it?"

"It was-" Chan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck "It was a dare. Changbin dared me to, so I did." You laughed in disbelief, your eyes narrowing into thin slits as you glared at Chan.

"A dare? Seriously, a fucking dare?! Y'know what it's like, Chan. To sit here day in day out, constantly thinking whether you will be home or not? Do you know how anxious I feel, knowing that you're out there, getting shitfaced?!"

"I-Im sorry, babe! it means nothing!"

"It doesn't matter whether it meant something or not, Chan!! You still kissed someone else!" Your vision blurry with tears. You hastily wiped your eyes with the back of your hand as Chan pressed his lips together in a thin line. Before he could stop himself, the words spewed from his mouth without a second thought.

"Oh come on, (Y/N) it's not like I fucked her there and then. It's not a big deal, just some stupid dare." Chan's eyes widened once he registered what he said. You stood in front of him in disbelief, shocked and speechless at what he just said.

"fuck, fuck, babe, I didn't mean it. I-"

"You're right. You didn't fuck her, well done. But why has it taken for Minho to tell me this?! Huh? Would you have told me yourself, or would you have just pretended nothing had happened and lied to me?"

You shoved Chan's chest, pushing him close to the wall with each word you spoke. This time, you allowed your tears to fall. You allowed all the pent up feelings you were suppressing to explode.

"I would have, I'm sorry!" Chan's own eyes filled with tears as he allowed you to shove him against the wall.

"Sorry for doing it or sorry you got caught?" You questioned.

"Oh, come on! Of course I'm sorry for doing it. It meant nothing to me! You're the only person I have eyes for, pup!" Your lip turned at the corner in disgust.

"It doesn't matter whether it meant something or not. You. Still. Did. It!" Tears cascading down your cheeks. Your breath labored as your throat was getting sore from shouting. A headache slowly creeping its way in.

"I know, I know whatever I say won't make a change, but believe me when I say I love you and I always will!" Chan pleaded. You laughed, kicking your head back at his words.

"Love? No you don't Chan because if you did, you wouldn't have done it! You didn't think of me at all when you kissed her. Nothing in your mind told you not to do this, to tell changbin no and that you're not going to do the dare! You still went along with it and if Minho wasn't there, you would have gotten away with it as well!"

Chan looked at the ground, feeling defeated. No matter what he said, nothing could make you change your mind about this.

"I have been, so fucking faithful to you Chan. I have put my trust into you and for what? for you to stomp on it." Your voice was shaky as you spoke, your heart breaking all over again.

Chan looked up at you, his own heart breaking at the sight of you. Eye and cheeks puffy, a red tint across your cheeks from anger, a cold sweat lay across your forehead. Your beautiful eyes glossy with tears. He loves you so much and he has royally fucked up.

"You know how I feel about stuff like this Chan." You whispered. Chan's heart dropped to his stomach, panic settling on his facial features.

"N-No! Please.." You looked at the ground, sobs shaking your figure. You wiped your eyes and cheeks. Chan placed a hand on your shoulder gently, only for you to slap it away. Chan pressed his lips together, tears falling down his face.

"Pup, please don't.. I love you so much. Please. Just let me prove to you how sorry I am!" Chan begged. Short splutters of air escaped your lips, your ability to calm down failing.

"I-I love you t-too, Chan. But you betrayed me. You h-hurt me.."

"I know, I know pup. Just please, give me another chance." Chan whispered, wrapping his arms around you. This time, you allowed it. You allowed yourself to drown in this familiar warmth – a warmth you call home. You allowed Chan to pull you close to his chest, his gentle hands wiping away your tears as his own continued to fall.

"Don't cry, my love. I hate seeing you like this."

"YOU did this!" You shot back, words bitter. Chan simply nodded, cupping your cheeks in both his hands so you were forced to look at him.

"I'm sorry, pup. Please, give me another chance, or at least, let me prove to you how much you mean to me." His voice barely a whisper.

You weakly shook your head, failing to get out of his grip. You avoided eye contact because you know just with one look into those beautiful eyes, and you're putty in his hands.

"Look at me." You whimpered, refusing "Pup, look at me."

You looked. Just as expected, you melted. Despite his puffy cheeks and bloodshot eyes, despite the fact a faint bruise was forming on his neck, you couldn't help yourself but be drawn into him.

Chan leaned in slowly, his lips ghosting over your own. You held onto his wrists as his hands held your face, softly.

"Let me show you how much I love you, pup." His voice low. The smell of alcohol and cheap perfume hitting your nostrils, making your stomach churn. You whimpered weakly, stray tears falling down your cheeks.

"N-No." you replied weakly. Your body betrayed you as your skin felt hot beneath Chan's fingertips.

"No?" Chan questioned. "You don't want this?"

You swallowed, closing your eyes slowly. You didn't want him, but now, you do. The constant smell of the cheap perfume made you jealous. How dare she touch what belongs to you! How dare she make a mark on his delicate skin! How dare she!

A wave of new emotions washed over you. Jealousy and possessiveness. Two dangerous emotions to feel at the same time. You know you shouldn't, he did you wrong on so many levels, but you couldn't help it. You wanted to erase the stench, erase the marks and make new ones. He's yours and yours only!

Love is blind.

"I-I do.. I want you Chan." You whispered. Chan pressed his lips against yours, kissing you desperately. You responded back, mimicking his movements. The taste of alcohol and cherry lip balm made you feel nauseous all over again. Your emotions heightened. You're not thinking straight and for the first time, you didn't want to think or feel.

"C-Channie." You softly moaned. During the kiss, you made your way to the bedroom, lips staying attached to one another. Clothing stripped and discarded in random piles. Chan placed you on your back gently, caressing your curves by planting soft and delicate kisses.

Your thighs, hips, stomach, breasts – anywhere where Chan could reach, he kissed. soft compliments in the form of mumbles left his lips, hoping it would prove to you and somewhat make you feel better

But it didn't. It just hurts you even more. His statements of you being so beautiful and perfect to him stung more and more. You bit your lip, tears threatening to spill over as you watched Chan tenderly kissing your stomach and hip dips.

You let out a sob, your tears falling and landing on the sheets below you. Chan looked up, instantly bringing his face close to yours. He kissed away your tears softly, stroking your hair

"Don't cry, my love." His own voice breaking at the sight of you. He's hurt you in the worst way possible – now he has to live with the guilt.

"It'll all be okay in the end, I promise you." You nodded slowly, snuffling. "Let me help you forget."

His lips pecking yours in the most subtle but softest way possible. You whimpered as he slowly made his way down, kissing your neck and the valley between your breasts. He kissed your left breast softly, sucking your delicate skin. You hummed at the feeling, fresh bruises developing.

The tip of his tongue circling around your nipple making you whimper. He pressed his tongue flat against your sensitive bud, licking and flicking. You moaned softly, eyes closing at the feeling. You pressed your thighs together, squeezing them.

With his free hand, Chan cupped your right breast, massaging it softly in his big hands. His fingers occasionally brushing against your nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

"Fuck, You're so beautiful, (Y/N)" Chan mummered against your nipple. You swallowed softly, humming as a response before closing your eyes.

Pulling away from your breast, Chan shuffled further down, opening your legs gently to reveal your wet core. Chan licked his lips slowly, his gaze fixated on your cunt. He swallowed, watching it clench and throb.

"Fuckkk" He groaned. Using two of his fingers, he parted your lips giving himself a better view of your entrance. His head dipped low. His tongue darting out and making contact with your clit. Your body jolted at the sudden contact, soft groans leaving your lips. His tongue skillfully draws small circles around your clit before giving it short and quick flicks with the tip of his tongue.

You opened your legs wider as Chan slowly licked your entrance, tongue darting in and out, collecting your essence on his tongue. He hummed at the taste, licking a long wet strip from entrance to clit and back down again.

You tangled your fingers into his hair, soft moans leaving your lips as you closed your eyes. Chan gripped your thighs gently, squeezing your soft flesh as he licked inside, out and around your cunt. You felt your pussy pulsating, pleasure running through your veins as you allowed yourself to get lost in it.

You tugged Chan's hair softly, moaning his name. Your hips bucked and rutted against his face. His nose bumping and rubbing against your clit, sending shivers to run down your spine. Chans tongue continued to do work inside your entrance, collecting every spillage and every drop of your essence.

You pressed Chan's face against your pussy, grinding and rutting against it desperately, using it for your own sake. Chan hummed, allowing you to do as you please.

"Good, so good." You whimpered, soft pants leaving your lips. Your essence coating Chan's lips and chin, his own hips rutting against the bedsheets, desperate for some sort of friction. Saliva and slick coated your cunt making it glisten in the faint light

Chan slowly loses himself in your scent and taste, slowly feeling feral. His hips rutting against the sheets desperately. Your toes curled as you tugged Chan's hair roughly at his scalp, a grunt leaving his lips.

The knot in the pit of your stomach slowly forming. Your hips moving at a pace, desperately chasing your high. The warmth and wetness of Chan's tongue and saliva mixed in with your slick, his owns hums mixing in with your desperate moans

"C-Chan.." A simple hum vibrated against your cunt sending shivers down your spine. You squeezed your eyes shut, gripping Chan's hair even tighter as your toes curled.

Your body shook as your orgasm hit you. Soft whimpers leaving your lips as Chan collects every drop of essence onto his tongue. Your pussy convulsing against Chan's face, his nose rubbing your sensitive clit as your rutting slowed down. Chan gave your clit a flick, making you jolt at the sensitivity.

Chan pulled away, kneeling up and between your legs. His cheeks flush as slick coated his chin and lips. You whimpered softly at the sight, body feeling hot and sweaty as your heart was racing against your ribcage

"You taste so good, pup. Did it feel good riding on my face?" Chan smirked as you nodded slowly

"It felt so good channie." Chan hummed softly, stroking his hard cock, the pad of his thumb occasionally pressing against his leaking tip as he would rub slow circles on it. You watched Chan get himself off, his head kicked back as he'd groan and moan your name softly.

Your eyes traveled along his sweat coated body. His abs tensing at the pleasure his own hand was providing. His eyes closed shut as his mouth hung open slightly. His biceps visible contacting, his veins protruding along his hand and arms.

The sight was enough to make you cum again

Until your eyes landed on that stupid bruise that lay proudly on his neck. you clenched your jaw as you stared at it. Everything you felt previous, came flooding back.You wanted to claw at the bitch who dared lay her fingers on your man – on your property. You didn't even know her, yet you hated her

Chan opened his eyes slowly. He looked at you, tilting his head to the side

"You okay, pup?" Your face softened. You smiled softly at Chan, pushing your anger to the side not wanting to ruin the moment

"Everything is good, Channie. You just looked so handsome and delicious." You mewled. Chan laughed softly, leaning over you as he placed his hands firmly beside your head.

"Is that so?" you hummed and nodded.

"Absolutely, Channie. You always look so handsome"

"Stop. It should be me who should be complimenting you." Chan hummed, kissing your lips softly. You hummed into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck gently to keep him close.

Chan reached between your bodies, grabbing the base of his cock. He tapped it a few times against your cunt, a whimper leaving your lips

"Are you okay with this, pup?"

"Of course I am, chan. Make love to me, please." Chan smiled against your lips, slowly inserting his cock into your entrance. You groaned at the feeling of being stretched out, a slight burn running all over your body.

Chan pushed himself inside until he was half way, waiting for you to get used to his size. You whimpered softly, holding onto Chan's shoulders.

"Big, you're so big Chan. I feel so full already." You whined. Chan shivered at your words, his ego inflating slightly

"Don't. I won't be able to hold back if you carry on, pup."

"But it's true. You feel so good inside me, Channie." You mewled, hand coming to his cheek and stroking it softly.

"P-Please, don't." Chan whimpered, leaning into your hand as he kissed the palm of it.

"Don't what? Tell you how full I feel? How stretched out I am because of your thick cock." Chan hung his head low, teeth biting his lower lip as he struggled between wanting to destroy your insides to wanting to delicately take care of you.

You leaned up, lips ghosting the shell of his ear as you licked it slowly before whispering

"Why don't you fuck me like you mean it, Sir."

Chan grunted, his hands gripping your hips harshly. Your head fell back onto the sheets as you smirked. Chan's eyes full of lust and need.

"You fucking tease." Chan growled, pulling his hips back before snapping them against your own, his cock hitting deep inside you. Your body jolted, a loud moan escaping your lips as you smirked.

"What can I say Chan. I like it when you go feral. It's delicious." Chan's response was to pull his hips back once more and pause, his tip remaining inside of you

"Oh really? I always knew you had such a filthy mouth and it never surprises me when you talk dirty." He pushed his length inside you so he was now balls deep

Fast and powerful thrusts shook your body. His cock rubbing your velvety walls as his tip hit deep inside you. The bed shook and hit against the wall from how powerful Chan's hips were snapping against your own

The sounds of your cunt squelching mixed in with your moans and Chan's desperate grunts. Chan knelt up, taking your legs in his hands for leverage. His hips constantly slapping against your own, balls hitting your ass.

He repositioned himself to hit your sweet spot and once he did, he smirked feeling proud of himself once your loud and sweet moan hit his ears, sending shivers down his spine and his cock to twitch inside you.

You withered and clinged onto the bed sheets until your knuckles turned white. Beads of sweat ran down your temples as incoherent words and moans left your lips. Chan's gaze fell down on the area in which connected the both of you, his cock coating in your slick each time he pulled out and pushed in.

"Fuckkk" Sweat coated Chan's body, his thrusts becoming greedy and desperate. He pushed his sweaty hair back with a free hand before looking down at you. He smirked, placing his hand on your lower stomach, feeling his cock bulging against his hand.

"I'm so deep inside you, pup. Holy fuck." You hummed, nodding your head as your ability to speak was no more.

You felt good – so good that you forgot. Forgot why you were angry, why you were hurting. You allowed yourself to be taken in by Chan, soaking in all of his warmth and pleasure he provided. Chan is your safe place, your home and for one second, you just wanted to pretend everything was okay

Even though it will never be the same again.

Chan's hips faltered, your cunt clenching around Chan's cock. His movements becoming sloppy, his abs and thighs tensing and burning.

"Chan, I'm-"

"Me too, pup." You whimper, reaching up to grab Chan. You pulled him down so he was leant over you. His hot skin radiating onto you from how close you both are, pants mixing together. You both closed your eyes, lips meeting together in a sloppy and lazy kiss.

You groaned, gripping onto Chan's shoulders tightly as your orgasm hit. Your nails digging into his skin as you pulled away from his lips. Your eyes came into contact with the mark, your feral instincts taking over.

As your cunt was pulsating and throbbing around Chan, you took the opportunity to sink your teeth into his neck, over the mark. A loud groan rang down your ears as you bit and sucked the skin, desperate to override the previous mark.

You whimpered against his skin, becoming more and more desperate to erase any marks on his body. Chan groaned at the pain, his eyes squeezing shut.

"B-baby, it hurts." Your eyes widened, pulling away slowly. You swallowed, teeth marks and a newly formed bruise that was deep purple formed on his skin

"Sorry.." You whispered, head falling back onto the pillows. Chan shook his head indicating it was okay, his hips still thrusting deep inside you

After a couple more thrusts, Chan groaned as his hips stopped. His cock twitched deep inside you, filling you up with his seed. You hummed at the feeling, your cunt clenching around him as it encouraged him to milk himself inside you. Chan thrusted shallowly to ride out his high and once he was calm, he pulled his now flaccid cock out of you and collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you with his weight.

"I love you so much, pup." Chan said as his eyes slowly closed. His head rested against your chest so he could hear your erratic heartbeat. You stroked his sweaty hair slowly, tears spilling down your cheeks as you stared into the void.

"I love you too."

The next morning, Chan awoke to a cold and empty bed. He stretched, groaning at the feeling as he rubbed sleep from his eyes. He allowed his eyes to adjust to the harsh morning light, reaching over to your side – only for his hand to come into contact with the cold sheets

His head spun to the side, eyes widening in horror. He sprung out of bed, throwing the sheets off him. Nausea and anxiety hitting him like a truck, not wanting his biggest fear to come true. He opened the wardrobe, the drawers, checked the cabinets and bathroom.

Gone. Everything you owned was gone. Chan took shaky deep breaths as he exited from the bathroom. A shaky hand running through his hair as he paced the bedroom.

"Fuck fuck fuck. This cannot be happening! I'm such an idiot. What have I done?!"

He sat on the bed, head in hands as tears fell down his cheeks, reality hitting him hard. He looked up to find a letter addressed to him leaning against a photo frame that held a dorky selfie of you both.

Chan grabbed the letter, opening it with shaky hands. Broken sobs and tears landed on the paper, the ink bleeding as he read it. Realization hitting him over and over again as he read the letter, more than once

You were gone and Chan only has himself to blame.

"Chan,

My sweet, darling chan. I love you, more than you will ever know which is why I have to do this.

You have taught me many things in the space of three months. I have never loved myself. I've always been hard on myself, forever comparing myself to other people and wondering why I am not like them. I hated my imperfections and my insecurities got the better of me at times. I was so use to faking it and hiding behind a mask, that it became second nature to me

Finding someone to love me for who I am, was hard. I've had many broken and failed relationships and before I met you, I essentially gave up. I accepted that this is who I forever will be

Broken.

Until you came along. When I saw you in the bar, looking so gorgeous, I went home that night and thanked God. When you approached me, I was so nervous and sweating because I didn't want you to see the real me because, like many others, it'd scare you away.

But you were quick to catch on. You knew I was being fake and even though you were smart, you never pressed me about it which I am thankful for. You allowed me to slowly come out off my shell, at my own pace. Yes, I was scared to show you the true me, but the more time I spent with you, the more I realise that, you love me for me

You didn't care about my imperfections, you adored them! You soothed me of my worries and insecurities. You taught me how to love myself again, how to accept and love my imperfections because nobody is perfect!

Because you loved my imperfections, I slowly started to love them too. You saw them as perfect and a part of who I am, so why shouldn't I? It did take some time, however, my mind was in a constant battle with itself over what is right and what is wrong.

But seeing you, so loved up for someone as broke as me, made me feel whole again. Made me feel like a person. You made me feel like I have meaning on this shitty planet. You taught me many things Chan, but the one thing I will forever be grateful of, is the fact that you taught me how to love myself again.

However, waking up next to you this morning and knowing what happened, sent my mind into overdrive. My insecurities came flooding back.

Stupid questions of 'How long did the kiss last?' 'Was it just a peck or a full blown make out session?' And then I saw the mark last night. She marked you Chan. She marked what belonged to me. I went feral with rage. I HAD to override the mark, reclaim what is mine! In that moment, I didn't recognise who I was and it scared me. I was so consumed with blaming her that it never occurred to me that you're just as much to blame for this as she is.

For all I know, she probably doesn't even know about me. You probably thought it was a bit of harmless fun so you went along with it, not expecting this outcome. This is the consequences for your actions Chan.

it's not fair on us, to have this hanging over our heads so, I decided to take a break. I need to get my head in the right place again. I'm staying at my mother's for a while, in case you were wondering.

One look at you and it all comes flooding back to me. It's not fair on either of us. I don't want to constantly hold this against you whilst we try and heal.

I can forgive you Chan, but I cannot forget, not at this moment of time anyways. Please don't hold this against you, my love. it's not your fault. They say things happen for a reason, so maybe this is a good thing for us. Maybe we will come back better and stronger as one.

Please take this time apart to heal. I want the best for you Channie because I will forever love you, no matter what happens. I want to see you thrive and become a better person, to learn from this.

I love you more than you will ever know, my love. You are my heart and soul. You have left tiny footprints on my heart. I simply cannot remove you from my life – I refuse to!!

– forever yours, pup. x"

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