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addisonnie · 1 year

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you, me, & mary-jane

summary: dealer!ellie comes in clutch in more ways than one.

warnings: make-out sesh, cursing, terrible breaking bad references

a/n: surprise! another ellie fic because i refuse to do the schoolwork that i desperately need to finish! wooooooooo dealer ellie is yum. i actually kinda hate this! enjoy! oh god also listen to “meddle about” by chase atlantic while you read if you would like. ellie=chase atlantic okay bye

part 2 —> part 3

There are several things in life that you can live without. Weed is not one of them.

You’re huffing and borderline growling as you dig through various stash locations in your room. Closet, empty. Under the mattress, nothing but crumbs. In every single pants pocket? Zero. Zilch. Not one lush green nug was found.

What could be chalked up to a literal war cry left your lips as you sat on the floor with your head in your hands, “this is it. This is the end.”

Dina’s head poked up from the side of her bed, “what are you whining about down there?”

Leaning your head back onto the wall, you sent Dina a harsh glare, “you and Jesse smoked the last of it! And I’m flat broke, too!”

She sat up fully in her bed, eyes wide and crazy, “bitch! Don’t pin this on us! You said it was fine.”

“That was last night! This is today! Today I just want to smoke my silly little bowl and enjoy my silly little high.” You groan and knock your head against the wall a few times.

Fishing your phone from your back pocket, you open iMessage. Hopefully your plug isn’t busy right now. Last time you bought from him was in the parking lot of his youngest child’s soccer game. Maybe buying from a 40-something father of three isn’t always the best idea—at least he won’t rip you off?

Hey. You busy?

Tom usually responds right away. His clients doubled as his friends (you being his ex-babysitter) and he always loved to provide for them.

Who is this?

Well, that’s strange. Tom definitely has your number saved. And, Tom definitely knows who you are.

Don’t play, Tom. I want to buy!!!!

You watch the text bubbles pop up and disappear in the bottom corner of the screen a few times, showing that he’s typing out a response and deleting it over and over.

This is his wife. Don’t text this number again. He is married. And he does not sell what you want to “buy.”

You could really cry at this moment. Like, honestly and truly sob. A long huff leaves your lips and you knuckle at your eyes aggressively. Fucking bullshit. Tom’s wife was always kind of a bitch, to be fair. But you didn’t think she’d ever pull a Skylar White on you. What does a girl have to do to get some weed around here?

“Do you know any other dealers? I just got told off by Tom’s wife.” Dina laughed from her bed.

“My name is Skylar White, yo. My husband is Walter White, yo.” You couldn’t help but laugh, “that’s exactly what I was thinking!”

She sits up in her bed, hanging her tanned legs off the side, “here. I have mutual friends with this girl, think her name is Ellie? I heard she sells. Good prices too.”

Dina tosses her phone into your lap from where she sits and allows you to send the contact to yourself.

Hey. Is this Ellie?

———

Ellie takes a couple hours before responding.

It depends on who’s asking?

Your professor drones on about some random Shakespeare play and you can’t bring yourself to pay attention while you read over Ellie’s text.

Dina gave me your number, I heard you sell?

Man. I really hope you’re not a cop.

You chuckle at her text.

Not a cop. Twenty year old girl over here. I love One Direction.

That sounds like something an undercover cop would say.

Ellie made a good point. You scroll through your camera roll trying to find a recent selfie before landing on one you took a couple days ago. You’re clearly high in the picture, so maybe Ellie will take the hint.

Here. Proof. Not a cop :)

Pretty.

She sent her address in a separate text and informs you to meet her there around 7pm when she’s done with her night class. Your professor excuses the class and leaves the remainder of students to pack their things. 5pm. Usually you smoke before going to pick up. Clearly, that’s not an option today. What does one do while they wait if they have no weed?

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Nothing. One does absolutely nothing if they have no weed.

You knock on Ellie’s front door and wait a few beats before stepping back from the doorway. The lock clicks before the dingy wooden door opens inward,

“Hey!”

Oh, damn. She is fine.

Her auburn hair is short and rests about an inch above her shoulders. It’s pulled slightly up into a bun and several short strands curl lightly along the nape of her neck.

“Hey! Ellie, right?”

She smiles, “that’s me.” The door is pulled open wider and she beckons you to come inside. A botanical tattoo swirls along her forearm and you find yourself staring at her awkwardly before you step into the house.

She tugs off her flannel and slings it over the back of a woven couch, leaving her in a fitted white tank top.

You suck in a breath, “how are you?”

How are you? Really? Who says that to a drug dealer?

She chuckles and slouches into the couch, patting the open spot beside her, “pretty good. How about you?”

“Honestly? I’m suffering.”

She laughs fully this time, “that bad, huh? Your dealer die or something?”

“God, I wish. His wife responded to my text and told me to fuck off, basically. That he doesn’t sell what I buy.” Ellie cringes and shakes her head, her lips pressed into a tight frown,

“she Skylar-Whited you? That’s pretty fucking rough.”

“That’s exactly what I said! Call me Jesse Pinkman, I guess.” Ellie shook her head again and leaned forward to grab a small mahogany box.

Her long fingers opened the lid and scrounged through the container before she happily hummed and held up what she was looking for. A joint was pressed between her fingers and she quickly snatched a lighter off the coffee table.

After she placed the box back on the table, she leaned back into the couch and stretched her arm along the back of it, her fingers barely grazing your shoulder. Ellie turned to face you and held the joint to your lips, “open up.”

Your face flushes as you do what she asked—demanded. Her fingers place the joint onto your awaiting lips and she quickly lights the paper, still holding the joint to your mouth.

What is this girl on? You can’t help but feel as if this is strangely intimate. Tom never held a joint to your lips! On second thought, it’s probably good that he didn’t.

You inhale and she pulls the joint to meet her own mouth as she watches you exhale.

“We can smoke this and then I’ll grind up some for you.” She passes you the joint this time.

“Oh—you don’t have to. I can take the nugs. I don’t want to trouble you.” You pass it back.

She smirks, the joint hanging from the side of her mouth, “no trouble at all. Happy to do it.”

“Is that what you tell all of your clients?”

Another smirk, “only the pretty ones.”

The joint is placed back into your fingertips and you are very glad, this way you can explain the extreme blush creeping up onto your cheeks as just you being overly high. Ellie has somehow moved closer to you, her thigh is pressed up against yours and the arm she has outstretched across the back of the couch skims the back of your shoulders. A chill rakes through your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Here, take it.” The hand she has resting behind your head snatches her discarded flannel and drops it into your lap.

“Oh—thanks.” She hums in response.

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Ellis is funny as hell. Each sentence that escapes her plump lips makes less sense than the last,

“would you rather be trapped in a locked room with a gorilla, or with…with a shit ton of cockroaches?”

She’s sitting opposite you on the couch, her back leaning against one armrest. One of her legs is bent and squished against the back of the couch, her other is sprawled off the edge of the couch. Bit of a man-spreader, this one. Your back is pressed to the opposite arm rest and your legs are stretched outward, resting softly in her lap.

Again, weirdly intimate.

“Oh. Fuck, probably the roaches? Just step on ‘em. Yanno?”

She gasps and latches onto your sock-clad feet, “sickening! Me and that gorilla are gonna be friends.”

You squint at her, “you gonna sell him some Mary-Jane?”

“Yup,” she pops the ‘p’ and passes you the remainder of the joint. Your fingers skim over hers and she blushes a bit, nudging your finger with hers.

“Hey—so how much do I owe you?” You immediately regret ruining the moment the second the words pass your lips.

“Well, flattery works with me—“ you cut her off, “oh yeah? I would’ve kissed you earlier, had I known that.”

She flushes, “you can—um. You can still kiss me. If you want.”

And, just like that, your eyes turn into hearts and start beating rapidly. You surge forward and press your lips to hers, smiling into the kiss when she flicks the joint out of her fingertips and grabs your cheeks, pulling you closer.

Her mouth melds to yours and immediately has you panting like a bitch in heat. She moves one of her hands to pinch at your hip, grasping and probing at you until you wind up straddling her lap. You press your chest into hers and squeak when you feel her hand push your hip down, effectively grinding you down onto her. A strangled whine leaves your lips as she pulls away and begins kissing down the column of your throat.

Her mouth is wet and firm while she sucks and nips on any naked skin she can find, moaning when she feels your fingers card through her hair. Your hips continually rut into hers and she quickly sets a different pace, gripping your hips and dragging you forward and back on her lap. Ellie moans when you grab her hair and pull. Her face is removed from your neck at the force of your tug and she pants to catch her breath before opening her eyes to meet yours.

“How’s free sound?” She gives you a crooked smirk and presses an open-mouthed kiss to your throat.

“Sounds like I’m ripping you off, Ellie.”

She groans and throws her head back onto the couch, “I love the way you say my name. And it’s not ripping me off, babe.”

And you’re blushing again. Babe. She called you babe.

She continues, “think of it as a little sampler. Free shared joint, some ground up weed, and some Ellie.”

You grab her cheeks and squish them together, “only if you swear this sampler is offered to me only. Can’t have anyone stealing my deals.”

She brushes your hands off and smirks again, “like I said earlier, pretty girls only.”

“You said ‘girls’ plural.” She laughs.

“I’ve got three clients. A grown man named Joel, one of the sociology professors—don’t tell anyone I said that. Then you. And I’m a lesbian, so…” She trails off at the end of her sentence and looks down at your lips again, hands splayed across your thighs.

You kiss her again. It’s short and chaste and it leaves Ellie chasing your lips for just one more. Two more. Three. How’s five sound?

She presses kisses to your puckered lips over and over, “all,” kiss, “the weed,” kiss, “you can,” kiss, “dream of.”

Ellie finally pulls away to fully look at you, “I mean it. You can have all the weed you want if you keep kissing me like that.”

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When you finally clamber off of her lap and detach her hands from your hips it’s almost one in the morning. She sighs while she watches you stuff your ‘goody bag’ into your purse, slipping your shoes back on. Her fingers beckon you back to the couch and she taps your right leg until you bend it and rest your foot on top of her thigh. You were planning on walking home with your shoes untied, but Ellie’s nimble fingers quickly double knot each of your shoes; She presses a kiss to each of your knees before letting them straighten back out.

Her hands find your hips again—shocker— while she walks you to the front door. A kiss is pressed to your lips one last time and she gives you a firm squeeze when you lean in to hug her.

“Come back soon. Fuck that guy, I’m your new dealer for life.” You smile and step outside, “okay.”

She definitely tied your shoes too tight and you make a mental note to fix it when you’re out of her eyesight. As you’re walking down the sidewalk that leads you to campus she calls your name,

“Get home safe, yeah? Text me when you’re back!”

You will definitely text her.

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roosterforme · 1 year

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Right Girl, Wrong Time Part 7 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: Your weekend is over and you say goodbye to Bradley, but you both hope that it won't be another ten years before seeing each other again. Bradley was desperate for more of you, and this time, he'd make sure to do whatever he needed to get it. He just needs you to fulfill your end of the deal first.

Warnings: Smut, fluff, swears, and angst

Length: 3400 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (former fuckboy college student Bradley)

This is a sequel to accompany my story Old Habits Die Hard (you'll want to read that one first)!

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You didn't want to move. Ever. You just wanted to lay here on top of Bradley on your bed in your little house. Keep him with you forever.

This moment was too perfect. His hands rubbed your back underneath the soft fabric of his Grateful Dead shirt, and he was singing to you. He was singing the lyrics of your tattoo, with something extra added on.

You don't know how easy it is to love you, Sugar.

Part of you wanted to fall asleep like this, absorbing his body heat, and his voice, and his love. But you didn't know for sure when you'd get to see him again. You didn't want to think about the possibility that you might not.

Because admitting that you loved each other ten years ago and saying you still felt that way now.... well, that didn't necessarily mean that you and Bradley would be able to mesh your separate lives together into something you could both live with. Although, this weekend that you got to spend reunited with him did feel more serendipitous than you'd like to admit. Your mind was still reeling, still searching for the logic in this situation.

When Bradley stopped singing and you felt his fingers at the back of your neck, you sighed and let yourself enjoy this moment. After you pressed your lips to his scars, you asked him, "Will you send me those selfies you texted to Nat?"

Bradley studied your face, and even with the soft lighting, you could tell his cheeks were flushing with color. "Sure." He kissed you gently and then slipped out from under you to retrieve his phone from the bathroom while you located yours under a pile of discarded clothing on your floor.

"What is it?" you asked, when he sprawled out on your bed once more. "You're blushing right now, Beer Boy."

He handed you his unlocked phone and cleared his throat as you crawled over next to him. "You can send them to yourself. I already saved them to a folder."

"Okay," you said, taking his phone and looking at the wallpaper, which was a picture of his Super Hornet. "Which folder?"

You tapped on the photo gallery and it opened to neatly organized pictures with labels and dates. He had things pertaining to his aircraft, one labeled 'House Projects', and then you saw one that made you suck in a short breath.

There was a folder labeled 'Sugar' at the top of the gallery.

"You have a whole folder of...me?"

He just nodded, his brows furrowed now. "The passcode is your birthday. Text whatever you want to yourself." You could tell he was trying for a tone of nonchalance, but it wasn't translating as cool as he probably thought it was. You typed in your four digit birthday, and the folder opened.

At the top you saw the selfies he had taken just a few hours ago, the ones he sent to his best friend. You started to select them, but then decided to scroll down to see more.

"I thought you said you had one picture of us that you showed to Nat and Bob," you whispered, but Bradley just shrugged.

The folder was filled with candid shots of you from ten years ago at frat parties and in the library study room. There were some where you were smiling and biting your lip, others where you were concentrating on a textbook and paying him no mind. He had even taken a picture of his bedroom door at some point, on which he had written 'SUGAR what's your number?'

"Bradley," you whispered, but he was running his hand through his hair and looking at the ceiling. The pictures you had taken to make Phoebe jealous were all there, too. You and he were in the kitchen at the Beta house, enjoying your fake spring break together. There were photos of you kissing and licking his lips, one of you sucking melted chocolate off of his fingers, and several of Bradley touching and kissing your bare breasts.

"I took those to make Phoebe jealous," you whispered, looking at him while he still avoided your gaze. "I thought you would have deleted them."

He shook his head. "Couldn't bring myself to. Couldn't delete any of them."

You paused for a beat, looking at a selfie of the two of you a few weeks before graduation. He was standing behind you with his arms wrapped around you and his chin resting on your shoulder. You both looked unbelievably happy.

"Did your other girlfriends mind that you kept these?"

Bradley rolled his eyes at you. "Why do you think it has a passcode? None of them knew about it."

You bit your lip and inched closer until your knees were bumping his side. "Do you have a folder for each of your other ex girlfriends, too?" you asked softly.

Bradley finally reached for you, pulling you so you were straddling his lap and looking down at him. "You see any other folders in there?"

You didn't need to scroll to know he only had a folder of you, so you shook your head and started selecting all of the pictures in the 'Sugar' folder to send to yourself.

"It's just you," Bradley whispered. "I've only ever been in love with you."

You hit send and leaned down to kiss him while your phone lit up across the bed.

"I can't fucking believe I could have been texting you this whole time," he said as you kissed his cheek. "I figured you'd blocked me permanently. Or that you had a different phone number. I thought you were probably married."

You laughed and asked, "Would you have really texted me?"

"Hell no," Bradley replied, holding you against him. "Couldn't deal with the disappointment of you not remembering who I was."

You kissed him for a long time. Eventually you both slipped under the blankets, rolling onto your sides and sharing the softest touches. Every gentle brush of his lips against yours felt like the promise he made to you, felt like he would wait to hear your answer after you visited both schools.

"You think I could forget you? I've only ever been in love with you too, Bradley."

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Every time Bradley pulled you close to him, you lit him up with your laughter. "I don't want to leave," he whined over and over again as you and he made breakfast together on Sunday morning. He couldn't stop touching you through the soft fabric of his old shirt. "Fuck the Navy. I'm staying here."

"You don't mean that," you said with a smile. "Don't you miss your friends? And your Super Hornet?" You were being coy now, and he didn't know if it was because you were going to miss him too, or because you wanted to know where you ranked.

Bradley groaned dramatically. "I don't miss Nat. She was downright sweet to you when you were texting last night. But she's never that nice to me. And I guess I miss flying, but pretty soon, I'll be doing that every day for six weeks."

"That's true, I suppose."

While you tried to plate some pancakes, Bradley whispered, "I'd rather be doing you every day for six weeks."

You giggled and looked up at him over your shoulder. "You always were smooth, Beer Boy. Too smooth for your own good. But does that mean you'll be thinking about me at night? On the aircraft carrier? When you're tired and unable to sleep?"

His eyes drifted closed. Now he had a whole arsenal of images he just knew would be circulating through his mind; 21 year old Sugar and 31 year old Sugar. Both too sweet for him, but exactly what he wanted.

"Not only then. I'll be thinking about you a lot. Waiting to hear from you as soon as I dock back in San Diego."

You fed him bites of pancake while he caged you in against the kitchen counter. "How will I know when you get back? Do they tell you the date ahead of time?"

"Yeah, but sometimes it changes according to the weather and mission parameters. I'll text you as soon as I can. Don't worry about that. You can tell me about the schools, and we can talk on the phone and catch up."

"Okay," you agreed, setting the food off to the side and wrapping your arms around him. And now Bradley was feeling guilty again. He shouldn't be talking to you like this right now. There were too many things up in the air. But he'd be lying if he said he wasn't thinking of ways to get a transfer to Florida if you picked Miami. He couldn't live without you now.

He took your face in both of his hands, running his thumb along your swollen lips and smiling at the dark smudges under your eyes. Neither of you had slept much last night, and Bradley had been kissing you almost nonstop. "I love you, Sugar."

Your eyes drifted closed briefly before you nodded against his hands. "I never thought I'd hear you say that."

"I don't know if I can stop now."

"Don't."

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After you ate, you spent hours in your bed with Bradley, talking and touching each other. Your words grew softer, and you found yourself clinging to him a bit more as the morning turned to early afternoon. You were laughing, and he was kissing your shoulder when suddenly a soft sob escaped your lips.

He pulled back to look up at you, but you just shook your head. "I don't want you to leave."

Then he was looking at you like he was in agony. "I would stay if I could. You know that, right?"

"Yeah."

"Our timing kind of sucks, but maybe we can figure it all out. You're smart, Sugar," he murmured as his lips found your tattoos. "You'll figure it out and let me know where I stand." When you opened your mouth to tell him you could figure it all out right now, he kissed your lips. "But not yet," he added.

Did this man really think you'd fall in love with Miami more than you loved him? You almost laughed, but then he was sucking on one of the spots on your neck that was still tender from last night's activities.

"Bradley," you whined softly. He was hard and pressing against your clit just right. His tongue and lips were soothing your neck only to be met with his prickly mustache.

"I need to leave soon, baby. Tell me how you need it."

The most unholy moan left your lips, and you were surprised you could sound that needy. "Slow. Just go slow."

He nodded against you, sliding through your silky wetness and entering you so leisurely, it somehow felt filthy. When you tried to press up against him to take him faster and deeper, Bradley scolded you.

"No, no. You're getting it slow, Sugar. It's what you need. I need it, too."

"Fuck," you gasped, winding your fingers in his pretty hair while he spread your pussy wide, squeezing your thighs. "Bradley."

And you knew this might be your last time with him like this. At least for a while.

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Bradley was in heaven, basking in the little sounds you made just for him. You had told him he was the best and that you still loved him. But he wanted to be your only one.

As he worked his thumb softly along your clit, he paused his ministrations each time he felt you clench around him. "Please." Your voice was soft and broken, and after he'd taken you close but not all the way a few times, you were begging. "Bradley."

He responded by kissing his name on your lips and tasting your tongue. He swiped his fingers against your clit just the way you liked it best, and you anchored yourself to him with your fingers tugging on his hair.

"Shh, nice and slow," he grunted next to your ear, and once again you were clenching around him. Your moans were building like a crescendo, and soon he was panting just like you were. "I love you. I'd wait forever to be with you again."

He watched a tear leak from the corner of your eye, and he kissed it away as you came on his cock. Bradley rocked into you slowly, watching you squeeze your eyes shut as he filled you up, rubbing his lips and mustache along your neck.

Finally you were looking up at him again, and he was just as mesmerized by your beautiful, expressive face now as he had been in college. Your voice was soft and spent as you whispered, "I love you, too, Beer Boy."

But he knew it was time to leave you. The idea of being away from you again had him panicking like it did before. What if you changed your mind while he was gone for six weeks? Completely out of contact with you? "I'm not going anywhere, Sugar. But I do need to leave."

"I understand." You smiled softly at him, and then your lip quivered as your eyes filled with tears. Bradley withdrew himself from the comfort of your body and wrapped you in his arms.

"I'll text you when I get back. You can let me know when you're able to call me, and we can figure this shit out, okay? I'll text you before I even text Nat, and she's the one who's supposed to pick me up."

You laughed softly against his ear. "Promise me you'll be safe when you're deployed."

He kissed your temple. "Sugar, you know I can't promise you that. But I can promise you that I love you now, and I will still love you in six weeks no matter what happens." He held onto you until the last possible minute, knowing he'd miss his flight if he waited any longer.

When he stood up and started to gather his clothes, you tracked his movements with your eyes. "I'll come to the airport with you. I can Uber back," you told him, jumping out of bed and pulling on the tie dyed shirt and some shorts.

Bradley watched you move around your bedroom, slipping on shoes and grabbing your purse before tucking yourself against his chest.

"We're just prolonging the inevitable, baby."

"I don't care," you replied defiantly. "I'll get an extra thirty minutes with you."

The way you could make Bradley's heart soar left him grinning. "Alright, Sugar. Let's get me to the airport."

The ride was quiet, but you held his hand in both of yours while he drove, and he sang a few Grateful Dead songs. "Sing me my song," you demanded softly, kissing his fingers.

Bradley laughed softly. "You know, you're so perfect, Sugar, it probably was somehow written with you in mind." And then he sang for you until he pulled into the airport to return his rental car.

You kept a firm hold on his hand until you walked him as far as you could go without a boarding pass. When Bradley set down his bag to give you a proper goodbye, your lips were immediately on his. "I love you, Beer Boy," you whispered between kisses. The brush of your lips against his mustache had him holding you tight against him, and he dug his fingers gently into the back of your neck. He kissed you so hard, you were moaning into his mouth, swiping his tongue with yours.

"I never stopped loving you," he panted, breaking away and resting his cheek against your forehead. "You seemed like a mirage the other night, at the bar. I never thought I'd get a chance to look at you again."

You laughed softly. "You can do more than look at me, Bradley. Anytime you want."

Bradley wanted a commitment now. He could feel in his very bones how right that would be. But this wasn't the time for it. "Remember what you promised me."

You nipped along his jaw, saying, "I'll look at both schools, Lieutenant Bradshaw. And then I will report back to you when you are once again on dry land."

"That's my girl," he crooned, and your gaze met his with so many unspoken questions and answers. "I'll be thinking about you. Just like I always do." He kissed your cheek and then pressed his lips to your mouth in one final kiss before getting in line for security. You stood there in his favorite shirt and watched him until you couldn't see him any longer, your arms wrapped around your midsection while you cried.

He used his phone to call you a ride back to your house and texted you the information. You wrote back right away.

This was the best weekend of my life.

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You were so antsy to talk to Bradley. You were thinking about him all the time now. As you sat on your desk in your office, eating a sandwich and looking at your packed boxes, you wondered if he was eating dinner. Or maybe it was the middle of the night where he was. Maybe he was thinking about you, too.

This room reminded you of him, and he had only been here once. This desk especially reminded you of him. When you passed Ted, the security guard on your way in earlier, you thought about Bradley while Ted blushed and greeted you softly.

And that's how it had been for the past two weeks. You had Beer Boy on your mind almost nonstop. Sure, he'd popped into your thoughts pretty frequently over the last ten years, but this was overpowering. Now that you knew you could reach him by phone if you wanted to, you hated that he was deployed and out of contact.

You sighed, giving in to your urge once more to scroll through Nat's Instagram page. You had already memorized every post with Bradley in it, but it didn't hurt to look once more. And then you told yourself it would be okay to look at all of the photos that had been in his secret Sugar folder.

You had to tip your head back and press your lips together to keep from moaning, because just the thought of Bradley keeping those pictures for ten years made you want him badly.

And then started the vicious cycle of hating deployments.

"Fuck," you groaned, tucking your phone away. You would drop your boxes off with your friend Veronica, and then you had another week in Virginia before you started your adventure.

First stop, Miami.

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Bradley was laying in his tiny bed aboard the USS Ronald Reagan, thinking about you. He wondered if you were in Miami or San Diego yet. He wondered if you had visited either of the schools. He wondered if you had made a decision and how he would fit into it.

He was halfway through his deployment, and it had been so boring. Even though he desperately wanted to talk to you, he had decided to give you some space while he was gone. So instead, he'd used his one facetime call to talk to Nat, but he had spent most of it catching her up on his weekend in Virginia.

"You're still in love with her," Nat had said with dreamy eyes.

"Yes. I am still in love with her. And I've given her the power to break my heart a second time. Nat, I won't survive."

But in typical best friend fashion, she had been able to calm his nerves and tell him he needed to focus on work for now and give you some space. He would give you as much time and space as you wanted or needed, if he just knew for sure he could see you again.

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They parted ways, and I want to cry. Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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auteurdelabre · 4 months

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SOMETHING TO FIGHT FOR VINGETTE #2 dad!Joelxf!Reader

Rating: 18+ (explicit, mdni)

Words: 4.7k

Summary: When you send Joel a dirty picture during work one day you don't forsee it changing your entire future for the better.

Tags: established relationship (married), dirty talk, public sex, masturbation (m), office sex, breeding kink if ya squint, wife/husband talk, pregnancy talk, caught, fluff and smut.

a/n: While this is from the STFF universe, it could read as a stand alone with you and Joel in an established relationship!

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Done as a request from two amazing readers who requested STFF vignettes of:

Also maybe some joel x mc stuff bc girlll 👀🥵

The “fuck me pregnant” smut. 👀

You know who you are ;-p

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Joel doesn't text.

He hates the too small screen and how his big thumbs hit all the wrong buttons. He dislikes that he has to use his glasses to read the ones you send. He hates that at eight years old Sarah is already more adept to technology than him.

So when the first few texts come through to your phone you're genuinely confused.

Joel [11:12am]

Wish you w uhere hhere with me

[11:12am]

Did someone steal this phone?

Joel [11:13am]

what?

[11:13am]

My husband doesn't text. :-p

Joel [11:14 am]

What ttyhe fuck is :-p

[11:14 am]

Tilt your phone.

A pause. Then.

Joel [11:19am]

Jesus waas trying to be romantic and your sticking yourr tongue outt at me

You panic.

[11:19am]

No, I liked it! I was just being funny!

[11:19am]

I love that you're texting me!

[11:20am]

I was just kidding!

A longer pause, one in which you can imagine Joel sitting in his work truck, smirking down at his phone, fingers going over the buttons hitting wrong ones along the way.

Joel [11:19am]

I knoww hoynhey I was ttoo

It's sweet actually, the way he tries so hard. You know texting isn't his thing, technology in general really isn't. But he's trying because he knows you*** like it. When you show him something funny Maria sent you via text or when you're pensive, hunched over your phone on the sofa, typing something over to Alex about work.

It makes you feel soft for him, your body warm.

[11:20am]

I miss you too baby.

Joel [11:21am]

Wish I could seedh you right now

His words are simple but they pack a punch. You wish you could see him right now too. In fact you wish every day was just like the weekend. The three of you in this perfect, happy bubble of comfort and laughter and love. It feels so good.

You've been really busy at work lately, long hours. You wonder if this is what Joel is picking up on. This distance. The thought breaks your heart.

You've also been talking about having a baby. A big step. Joel is so eager, so excited to create life with you. But you? You're terrified. You had a horrible fucking childhood. You're scared of what that could mean for your parenting.

You look at your wedding ring set, twisting it and smiling softly.

The thing is, even if you were the worst parent Joel would be there to help. Joel is the most wonderful parent in the world. He patiently helps Sarah with her homework, he's impossibly kind to her even when she's defiant, he lets her put all manner of bow and glitter and product in his hair as she practices the latest hairstyles she's seen. He's a wonderful father. He's a wonderful husband. He's just... So fucking wonderful.

You take a moment to consider Joel's message, then turn your phone to take a selfie to send to Joel. You're smiling at your desk and on impulse give a peace sign. The door to your office opens and Alex walks through with paperwork just as you snap the photo.

"Tell me you're not sending that to Joel," Alex says and you lower your hand frowning at her.

"Why? Last time I checked he liked my face."

Alex rolls her eyes dramatically, heaving the file of rescue records onto your desk.

"I'm gay and even I know a guy doesn't want a cheesy smiling photo from his wife." She gives you a knowing look.

"Huh?"

"He wants something. . . Special."

When you continue to look confused she raises her eyebrows. "A photo you wouldn't send to anyone else if you catch my drift ..."

Oh.

You laugh breathily, your face going red at the insinuation. You mumble something about getting back to the funders and Alex stops at the doorway.

"I'm heading for lunch with Tosin," she tells you, suddenly all business. "I don't know if you remembered."

"I did," you nod motioning out the door. "I left the speaking points by the front door."

"Amazing, I'll debrief when I get back."

Alex leaves, closing the door behind her, leaving you to stare down at your phone to see the grainy photo of you smiling flashing a peace sign and you wince. Is Alex right? It does look kinda immature.

You delete it.

You glance up to see your door closed and take a moment to consider. You take the phone in your hand again, thrusting it under your blouse and pulling back the cups of your bra.

"Can't believe I'm doing this," you murmur to yourself, even though there's a part of you that finds this all a bit exciting. You press the button and feel a thrill go through you.

You pull the camera out of your shirt, peering into the phones display. You frown when it comes out blurry with what you think is your nipple in the corner.

Fuck.

No it's too... In your face. No mystery. You'll go a different route. You tug open your first few buttons at the collar of your shirt, until the lace of your bra is seen. You bend forward, allowing the camera to capture your winking face and generous show of cleavage.

You hook your finger into the lace of your bra, suggesting more but showing just the skin. You tilt your head so your neck looks long and delicate.

You snap a few photos until you find one you that you like; the one where you look playful and sexy and you attach it to the message.

[11:33am]

Hopefully this tides you over. Xoxo

The photo is sent and you feel your body tingle as you imagine Joel innocently checking his phone for a text only to find that image waiting for him. You put your phone back down on your desk, eyes drifting to your computer.

Suddenly you freeze.

Wait what if he answers his phone while he's at the job site with a bunch of others? What if someone else sees? Oh fuck, what if Tommy sees?! You'll never be able to look him in the face again!

Before you can throw yourself into a full blown fit of pique the alert comes through on your phone that you have another message.

You flip the phone open to his message of just one word.

Joel [11:34am]

More.

A thrill goes through you at the thought of Joel in his truck or at the job site turned on because of that photo. It makes your thighs clamp together as you imagine him looking at the photo, his eyes wide, his pouty mouth parted.

You stand and lock the door to your office. You glance at your watch, thankful that Alex should be gone for a while.

You don't reply right away because your trembling fingers unbutton the rest of your blouse. You'll send him a little striptease you think.

You receive another text from him as you reach the bottom button.

Joel [11:35am]

You laugh out loud at his impatience, typing hurriedly back.

[11:35am]

Be patient.

Your shirt is unbuttoned to your bellybutton and your bra is pulled down to show a peek of your nipple. Your finger grazes the bra cup, tugging. You snap this picture and send it off. The reply is immediate.

Joel [11:36am]

Youu look so good bby

You can imagine how Joel says it, voice all low and syrupy. Fuck you're turned on.

You fumble with the hem of your skirt tugging it down until the band of your panties is showing. You slip a hand underneath and raise the camera again.

Your neck is tilted back and you let the camera capture your lower lip full as you bite it. You send it off, pulse pounding.

Joel [11:38am]

Fuckd oplease morrhee.

Joel can barely function. All the blood has gone to his cock. When he receives another image seconds later, this one of your hands between your legs, head tilted back and your eyes heavy lidded in pleasure he can't take any more. He fumbles the numbers on his phone, holding the cell to his ear.

"Hello?"

"You know what you're doin' to me?"

His voice is low and husky and you're loving that twang of his that comes out sometimes.

"No idea," you smile. "I'm just here working away."

"Makin' me hard, baby," Joel groans. "Had to go to my truck so no one would see."

The smile dies from your face, replaced with a mask of surprise as Joel's words register with you. This is followed quickly by desire.

"You touching yourself, Miller?"

Joel gives a shaky laugh. "No."

You swallow, your face burning with shame and lust. "Would you?"

Joel takes a quick glance around his work site. He's pretty far away from everything having parked in the back lot. But there's always a chance of someone walking by.

"Here in my truck? Right now?"

"Yeah," you offer swallowing. "I.. if you want I'd... Yeah."

Joel can hear it, the breathless catch in your voice. That little hitch that happens when you're turned on. You know he hears it because you can practically hear him smile over the phone.

"I gotta go park somewhere more quiet."

"No," you breathe heavily. "Do it there."

"One of the guys might see."

You don't speak but he hears the way your breathing increases in speed. He feels his pants grow uncomfortably tight now, desperate for you to be there in the truck with him right now. Desperate to see that unfocused look you get when you're turned on.

"Exhibitionist are we?" Joel teases. "You like that I might be caught?"

"I... I guess so," you say surprising yourself. "Yeah."

"How're they gonna look me in the eye if they catch me jerking off in my truck?"

You laugh at this, but only to break the tension. It's a breathless thing.

"Don't get caught."

You wonder if Joel thinks you're depraved for this. In all honesty you'd never thought something like this could be hot. But right now you're turned on out of your mind. Imagining Joel hard for just a photo of you, hearing his breathing grow unsteady.

Joel as always though, knows you so well.

"Making you wet knowing you got me here in my truck all desperate?" Joel asks, and his voice is pitched low.

You let out a soft whine, your hand tightening around the phone receiver.

"Squirming there at your desk knowing I'm palming myself through my jeans right now?" You hear Joel give a soft shudder. "You like knowing that you do this to me, honey?"

"Jesus ... Yeah."

He lets out a dark, smooth chuckle. The kind he presses against the hollow of your throat when you're in bed together.

"And what are you gonna do for me?"

"Anything you want," you say earnestly. "The second I see you. Anything you want."

"S' that a promise?"

"Of course."

"Alright then," Joel says, leaning back a bit on the bench seat of his truck, his eyes scanning to make sure he's still alone. "You tell me what you want."

You pause. It's one thing to say things when you're together in bed, sweaty bodies writhing against one another. It's quite another midday over the phone.

"Gotta hear you ask for it," Joel teases huskily. "Then I'm happy to give it to you."

You can hear his belt buckle and zipper over the phone and desire pools in your belly. He's really doing this.

"Want you to make yourself come," you say just above a whisper, blushing all the way to your roots, "while you're thinking about me."

"I'm always thinkin' about you," Joel assures you with a groan. And you can hear the unmistakable sound of flesh on flesh as he begins to stroke himself.

"Yeah?" You say, swallowing. "What do you think about?"

"How you look at me when I'm between your legs."

Joel is blunt. He always has been. It's what you love about him and in this moment it turns you on so much your mouth goes dry.

"Remember our honeymoon?" He groans, hand moving jerkily over his cock. "That night in Santorini?"

Fuck yeah you do.

You listen through the phone, eyes shut as Joel groans huskily into the receiver. His breathing is heavy, and you can tell he's got his teeth clenched. You hold yourself still, not wanting to miss a single fucking sound.

"You still there?" Joel's voice is thick and rasping. The tone makes your thighs press together under the desk.

"Uh huh," you pant. "Please don't stop."

"You really like this," Joel says and you can almost hear the curl in his smile. "I'll have to remember that."

You can hear the movements of his hand increasing; can picture him in his truck jerking himself off with one hand, the other holding his cell to his ear. Why is that the sexiest thing you can imagine?

What was he wearing this morning again? Oh fuck, that's right. That green plaid flannel, the one that he rolls up so it shows off his thick forearms. This inserts itself into your fantasy and you physically feel your panties dampen.

"You got me so fuckin' hard, baby," Joel grunts out, his voice hitching with each swipe of his palm over the head of his member. "Love knowing you're sitting there turned on outta your mind."

"I am," you whimper. "Fuck, I really am, Joel."

Your legs cross under the table and you squeeze them. Pleasure shoots up your core. You let out a trembling whine at the sensation.

"Love those ... Mmmph....sounds," Joel grunts into the receiver, imagining you there with your mouth parted. "Gettin' close-"

You've started rocking in your seat as you imagine it.

"Want you here, your mouth-"

And then abruptly you hear Joel's breath catch, hear the rustling of his body on his truck.

"I gotta go baby."

Before you can deny this interruption the line goes dead. Your legs cross, squeezing, desperate.

Fuck.

Your phone alerts you to a text coming in.

Joel

[11:48am]

Sorry bby. Tommy was commhing over.

Disappointment doesn't touch on how you're feeling right now.

You go back to your paperwork, deciding that you'll pick up things later when something occurs to you.

You bunch your skirt up to your waist and with a smirk you raise the camera to snap a photo of your legs spread with your damp panties on display. You giggle and send it off with: You owe me. Xo

You smooth down your skirt and re-button your shirt, looking presentable. You stand on shaking legs and unlock your office door, opening it.

You go back to the funding report you have to fill in, your mind turning back to the sanctuary and the animal adoption reports.

An hour or so later the main door to the office opens and you go to ask Alex how the meeting went when two familiar brown eyes come into view and your husband streaks towards your office.

"Joel?"

His eyes are blazing. He comes into your office, closing the door behind him. You stand at his approach, coming to rest your hip against your desk, pulling him into your arms.

He's wearing that green flannel and he smells like the outdoors, fresh and clean. You bury your nose in his neck inhaling.

"Didn't get to finish our conversation," Joel murmurs against the top of your head. “Got your text and saw you needed me."

"Needed you?" You tease, cocking your head to the side, looking up at his face. "Whatever for?"

He gives a wry grin before sliding his wide palm between your legs, pressing over pressing over your clothed sex and rubbing gently.

"This."

He smirks down at you, dark eyes on your lips. You kiss him fiercely, hands digging into the flesh of his neck, urging his mouth tighter against yours. His tongue slips between your lips and you moan against that deft muscle.

"Couldn't leave you wet and waitin'," Joel murmurs as he plants kisses along your jaw.

"Joel we can't do this here," you say amused and turned on. "Alex could be back any second."

"You promised me," Joel says, hands on your hips. "Anythin’ I want the second I see you, remember?"

You give him a crooked grin because really, you can't deny him. You don't want to.

He urges your bottom back onto the desk as your hands reach for his belt. You both move quickly, aware that time is of the essence.

His wide hands tug your panties off without hesitation and within seconds he's inside you, bracing the two of you against the desk. Your arms are around his neck for purchase, his hands on your hips as he thrusts into you.

"So wet for me," Joel groans in your ear as you bounce against him. The desk creaks with every thrust.

"Always," you groan honestly.

"Could barely drive here straight. All I could think about was..." Joel lets out a shuddering groan. "Fucking you right here on your desk. Watching you come for me."

You can barely form words. All you can do is hold tightly around his neck as he fucks into you, groaning and grunting beautiful, filthy things. His thumb finds your clit and begins circling as he slows the movements of his hips.

Joel never lets himself come before you do. Not unless you expressly insist on it. He's working you slowly, his eyes heavy and fixed on your expressive face. You allow him to unbutton and strip your shirt from you, leaving you in just your skirt and bra, body tilted against his as you groan.

"Lean back baby," he urges. "Lemme see you."

You comply without hesitation, shoving your papers to the ground as you rest your spine along the desk. You don't care about funding proposals right now. All you care about is Joel and the beautifully slow way he's touching you.

Joel watches you laying there for him, cheeks flushed and eyelids heavy. He's never seen anything so fucking sexy. And you’re his.

Waking up to you, going to sleep with your arm around his waist, seeing you with Sarah, talking about your day, watching movies as a family, going to the zoo. Every day since you've moved in has been bliss (aside from the odd argument because well, you're both human). He's so ridiculously in love with you. He wants to give you everything.

And the fact that you want him as much as he wants you sometimes seems like a dream. One he never wants to wake from. You tell him every day you love him. That you love Sarah. You want to hear about their days, you want to be around them all the time. The way that unlike with Paul, you showed off your engagement ring every chance you could the second it was placed on your finger.

He thinks about your wedding day, the way you'd looked coming down the aisle to him, how your lips felt when he kissed you for the first time as your husband. The way you call yourself his wife with pride to anyone who will listen.

And now you're here, his wife, laying against the desk as he thrusts into you, begging him for more looking so fucking gorgeous. He'll give you more. He'll give you anything, everything.* He wants to make life with you. Wants your belly swollen and everyone knowing that you're his. Wants to pick out baby names and do lamaze classes and watch you carry something you both created inside you.

He knows you're not certain, knows that you're hesitant and he'd never force you. Knows that despite being off birth control you're still wanting him to use condoms. And he does without fuss. He will as long as you need him to.

If you never want to get pregnant he doesn't mind. He got you and Sarah and that's all he needs. Another baby would be a joyful addition, but not necessary for his happiness.

You're breathing quickly, chest heaving. You don't object when Joel begins tugging down your bra until your breasts are exposed to him. Joel makes a soft strangled noise in the back of his throat as they jolt and ripple under his thrusts.

"How're you so goddam perfect?"

You grin up at him, your voice breathless. "Was gonna a-ask you the same thing, Miller."

You moan when his full mouth finds an exposed nipple, sucking and licking while he worries the other between his fingers. When he gently nibbles there you let out a sharp cry of pleasure.

Joel thrusts between your legs slowly, filling you and with his mouth around your nipple he watches with saddled brows as your eyes roll back in your head.

"So fucking gorgeous."

You're only able to whimper for him, thighs spreading further as he moves himself deeper between your legs. Your ankles cross behind him and he pulls back, his thumb once more against your clit. He can feel that you're close, your hips rutting more aggressively.

"So good," you whimper up at him as the pleasure reaches that apex of pleasure. "You feel so f-fucking good, Joel."

He's curves over you, one hand on your hip, the other between your legs as his thumb works against you. He's looking at you with a look of such love that it takes your breath away. And he's all yours. This is your man. Your husband. Tears prick the corners of your eyes before pleasure between your thighs overtakes you. Your head tilts back.

"Gonna come for me, honey?"

You nod, overcome emotionally and now physically as your orgasm rushes through you. You arch back against the desk and Joel watches as your naked breasts tilt to the ceiling as you tighten around him.

"There she goes," Joel says approvingly, his thumb not ceasing its movements as you crest for him. He feels you flutter around him and he groans as he throbs within you.

"So good, baby."

You preen under the praise and you begin to come down, your eyes so heavy lidded Joel muses that you look asleep.

"Joel," you whine, hands reaching for him. "Please."

He gives you an indulgent grin, leaning over to kiss you. He gives a little grunt when you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. You pull back when his hips stay stationary.

"I didn't bring a condom," he confesses. "Thought I had one in the truck. Guess we'll have to finish this up at home tonight."

"But-" you're leaning up on your elbows, watching as Joel smiles lovingly down at you. "But you came here?"

"'Course," Joel says with a small smile, starting to pull back from between your thighs. "Needed to make sure my wife wasn't aching for me all day."

You feel everything in your body attuned to him. Seeing no guile, no resentment there in his deep brown eyes. He really just came to make you feel good with no expectation of his own pleasure. And that's what seals it, though you'd known it all along. You tugg off your bra and shirt completely, your eyes trained on his.

"Want you to come," you say, your eyes trained on his. "Don't care about a condom."

You stand shakily, pressing him to sit in the chair behind your desk. Joel assumes that you're talking about a blow job, so he's confused when you throw a leg over his lap, perching there.

"Honey do you know what you're saying," Joel says when you begin to lower yourself over his hips. "We've talked and-"

"I know what I'm saying and doing," you tell him, pulling him back out of his jeans hurriedly. "And I'm asking you to fuck me bare."

Joel's dark eyes blow wide and you can see the pupil rapidly expand. Desire courses through him and you watch as his cock still glossy and semi hard stiffens sharply to full attention.

"If you want to," you add, hand gently stroking him, feeling him throb under your palm.

He doesn't let you finish. His hands cup your face in his large palms as he kisses you gently, licking into your mouth as you begin to lower yourself onto his thick length.

"Are you sure?"

You whimper, body jerking as you take all of him from this angle, stretching and watching as Joel's head tips back, eyes still peering out at you.

"Very," you promise him as his wide hands skate down your spine. "I love you so much, Joel."

"I love you too, baby," Joel says earnestly. "But if you think you need to do this for me-"

"I don't," you explain, and you let yourself surrender to the building pleasure. "I want this Joel. Wanna carry your baby."

Joel moans, brows saddling and you feel him start to thrust up into you, not holding back.

"Does that turn you on?" You ask, amused that you've both discovered something new about each other today.

"Yeah," Joel admits with a shy grin up at you.

"I'll have to remember that," you tease before you feel him thrust up into you and a stripe of white hot pleasure goes up your core.

Joel's arms hold you tightly to his chest, pinning you around the waist as your head falls to his shoulder.

You two thrust against one another in the silence of your office, the only sound the traffic outside, your combined groans and the wet sounds of flesh as Joel drives himself up into you.

Your body is naked save for the skirt you wear, like some daydream of his come to life.

He slips his hand beneath your skirt and builds the pleasure there, fingers on the pearl of your clit as you ride him. His head is tilted back so he can watch your face, the way your head lolls back when he hits a really good spot, the way you whine a little when you're getting close.

"Gonna come," you slur out, already on the precipice of another orgasm.

"Fuck yeah you are," Joel says through grunts, watching your body jerk against his deepening thrusts.

You let out little whines as you chase your pleasure, your hands on his shoulders for purchase as you slide yourself along him. He feels so fucking good.

"Doing so good baby," Joel says gently, stroking your hair back from your face as he bucks under you. He looks to where your bodies join, seeing the glossy curve of your inner thighs. "Keep going, keep going."

You do, you slide along his length as Joel's arms wrap around you, rocking into you groaning about how much he needs you, how much he loves you and you melt against him.

You come with a shiver, body arching against his as he watches you, marveling at how gorgeous you look like that.

Then your mouth finds his and you take him deeper, feeling his cock nudge your cervix. You hear your husband groaning, his damp mouth warm on your neck.

"Come on, Joel," You whisper breathlessly against the shell of his ear, fingernails digging into his shoulder blades. "Fuck me pregnant."

"Fuck yeah, honey, I will," Joel begins to babble against your neck, his hips setting a brutal pace as you cling to him. "Gonna fill you up. Gonna give you a baby, everyone's gonna know you're mine and-"

Joel lets out a strangled cry as he releases, you feel him pulsing inside you, holding you tightly to him as he empties himself into you. Your entire body quivers as Joel comes, his body tightening and then slowly loosening, going boneless against you.

You both breath heavily, foreheads pressed tightly against one another before Joel plants a soft kiss on your neck, your jaw and finally your waiting lips. The two of you gaze at one another before giggling gently.

"I'm texting more often."

Still panting and giggling in the afterglow neither of you hear when Alex returns to the office.

"Hey so lunch-"

Joel wraps his arms around you, shielding your bared chest from your co-worker as she opens the door and walks into your office.

Alex takes in the scene, you shirtless on Joel's lap as he sits behind the desk. Both of you red-faced and looking guiltily at her.

With her hand still on the doorknob Alex backs out of the room, closing the door, but not before adding a very smug:

"Glad my advice worked."

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stonesylove · 3 months

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Summary: Alessandra and Tom met on a casual night out in Berlin while he's filming the prequel of the hunger games, both of them are down for a little three month affair but what if they want a little bit more.

social media au

A night out in Berlin pt.2

Our first conversation

Chapter 1 - Chapter 3

Alessandra woke up and as normal 22 year old, took her phone to check her social media after one of the best nights out she ever had, she remembered some parts of the night but the others felt like a distant memory; she opened up Instagram to see and she had a new verified follower, someone called “Tom Blyth” she knew a lot of Tom’s but not a single one was famous so when Alessandra touch his profile pic and went to his profile she got hit whit the memory of the tall man with a buzz cut, she couldn’t believe that she fooled around with an actor in a random club in a night out.

“GIULIANA COME HERE” she screamed calling her best friend to tell her the crazy news, Giuliana and Alessandra have been best friend since they were 3 years old, they met in a little ballet academy in Naples, both have dreamed of dancing around the world and they ended up living together in Berlin and dancing for Staatsballett; Alessandra heard the steps coming closer and then she saw her door being open by her friend.

“Girl it’s 8 am, stop screaming” Giuliana said, “shut up and listen to me, remember last night when I got lost from you guys?” Alessandra asked thrilled to tell the whole story, her friend nodded so she can continue with the story, “Well I ended up dancing and making out with this cute tall man and I guess at some point I had to tell him my ig because now he’s following me” she said.

“I don’t see what’s the issue here” Giuliana said with a confused look, “HES A FUCKING BRITISH ACTOR” Alessandra screamed excited while her best friend was in completely shock, “you need to post a thirst trap right now” Giuli said with a playful look in her face, “I’m going to follow him up first and maybe I’ll post it later, I don’t know this is fucking wild” Alessandra said while opening up Instagram again to follow Tom.

Alessandra kept her day going without stressing too much about the topic, she knew he must be busy working on Germany or maybe he’s traveling with some friends so she wouldn’t want to distract him with a text but maybe it was a good idea to post a little selfie on her stories just to taste the waters.

Alessandra Di Maggio posted a story

Alessandra was walking with her friends to her class while she posted a pic she took some days ago that she felt would be cute enough to draw his attention, she felt like a little girl waiting for her crush to give her some attention and that made her feel so stupid because Alessandra knew that an actor would never lay his eyes on her and all that happened was just a drunken mistake, she locked her phone deciding she wouldn’t check Instagram for the day, Alessandra just didn’t want to get all in her head and get distracted during what’s really important.

The class was a success, she felt tired but at the same time she knew she had to be the best to get to the point she wants to be; Alessandra picked up her belongings and the walked out of the door waiting for her best friend to catch her up.

“So, have you checked Instagram? Did he even liked the story? Did he answered?” Giuliana said while catching Alessandra outside of the dance studio, “I literally posted and blocked my phone, I haven’t check it out” she said while trying to sound uninterested, “WELL DO IT BITCH“ her friend said while rising her voice. Alessandra took her phone out of her bag, she saw that she had a couple notifications but nothing special so she opened up Instagram to see that he liked her story and he sent a message.

Tom Blyth sent you a message

Tom Blyth

Good morning Alessa with 4 s

Alessandra couldn’t believe that he send her a message, it was crazy for her because they were a little too drunk and she thought he wouldn’t remember her and also the way she screamed her Instagram handle, “Giuli he messaged me” Alessandra said a little bit shocked because she thought it meant nothing for him, “REPLY RIGHT NOW” Giuliana screamed.

Alessandra Di Maggio

hi Tom boy, thought you forgot about me

She send the message and block her phone again, Alessandra couldn’t believe she was doing that, texting him was a crazy scenario in her head, that type of stuff never happen to people like her so she wouldn’t keep any high hopes. Alessandra and Giuliana decided to grab dinner outside because contrary to popular believe ballerinas usually ate a lot; when they arrived home Alessandra didn’t check her phone since she replied the message and she wasn’t ready to do that yet, so she went to the bathroom took a long shower, got ready for bed and still was too scared to check it out. Alessandra laid down in her bed, she thought about going to sleep without checking her phone but the curiosity was eating her alive, so she took her phone out and opened Instagram.

Tom Blyth sent you a message

Tom Blyth

I would never forget about you Ale 😂

How are you? You never told me you were ballerina!!

Alessandra Di Maggio

are you a millennial?? What’s up with that emoji 💀

well you never told me that you were an actor so we are even

Tom Blyth

Being a millennial is okay, I’m a proud millennial

How old are you?

if you don’t mind me asking

Alessandra Di Maggio

I’m 22 and you Tom boy?

gonna be honest I was stalking your profile and I want to say that I don’t agree about riding horses but I’m 100% down to ride the cowboy

Tom Blyth

I’m 27, so you’re an iPad kid???

You gotta be a little bit more creative if that’s the way you flirt but you don’t look bad in those leotards and thighs

Alessandra Di Maggio

so you’re a grandpa???

I had to make the joke Tom, it was funny to me 🙄🙄🙄

Tom Blyth

What if we play 21 questions so we can make other type of jokes funny girl

Alessandra Di Maggio

did you google that??

but sure

were where you born?

Tom Blyth

You’re way too funny 🙄🙄

I’m from Birmingham and you?

What’s your fav color?

Alessandra Di Maggio

I’m from Naples, best part of Italy

such a deep question

light blue and yours ?

Tom Blyth

Like the color of my eyes?

Dark purple, I think so

What’s up with the caption on your la post??

Alessandra Di Maggio

That counts as one of your questions

A little bit lighter than yours British boy

It’s from a song called “JESUS IN BERLIN”

Are you here for pleasure or for work?

Tom Blyth

I’m working on a Movie, i’ll be here for three months

Are you a professional ballerina or is just a hobbie?

Alessandra Di Maggio

let’s hope your big movie doesn’t make a chaos in the city

I’m a professional ballet dancer

okay, now we’re getting into the deeper questions

Tom Blyth

I can go deeper if you want funny girl 😏

They talked until like three in the morning until Alessandra felt asleep, both of them couldn’t believe how the conversation was flowing like they known each other for a while also but of them have the same sense of humor so it’s makes everything a little bit easier to get to know each other, Alessandra wasn’t sure if all the dirty jokes were real and he wanted all that but she wouldn’t mind a three month affair with an English boy, at the end they might never see each other again.

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bitchin-beskar · 1 year

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The Roommate Agreement - Chapter 1

Rating: Mature

Pairing: College!Athlete!Roommate!Paz Vizsla x Fem!Reader (Bunny)

Warnings: Ok, so this chapter has no smut, as we're setting up the story here. However, this is the first chapter in a multi chapter story in which the MAIN THEME is free use, so there will be a LOT of smut. If you're not 18+, dnr/dni. REMINDER: IF YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT FREE USE MEANS, YOU'RE TOO YOUNG TO BE READING THIS FIC. LEAVE AT ONCE. I will say, for this chapter, we do have a male character (not paz) physically abusing the reader, although it is very brief, it could potentially be triggering. Please be aware of this when reading. Other than that, this chapter is relatively tame, but it will ramp up soon.

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: Oof, ok so I've been meaning to get this posted for awhile, but I've decided to share it tonight especially because I feel like we all deserve a treat after the latest Mandalorian episode drop. So this is for @maybege, @catsnkooks, @tailorvizsla, and anyone else who was personally victimized by the choices made by Filoni and Favreau in the latest episode of the Mandalorian. Have some lovely hurt/comfort and fluff babes, I hope this helps ❤️

You stare down at your phone, more than a little frustrated. Parjai had said he didn’t have any plans other than gaming with some friends online, so there should be no reason for not picking up the phone. But after over ten increasingly urgent text messages and numerous unanswered phone calls and voicemails over the last hour, you have to conceed that he just isn’t going to answer. You look around the party despondently.

Honestly, you hadn’t even really wanted to come, but Mir’a had drug you out, saying that you needed a night out to loosen up a bit. Then she’d gone off and gotten massively drunk, and ended up going home with her on-again-off-again partner, so you were now stuck at a party you didn’t want to be at, where you knew no one, you had no ride home, and your boyfriend wasn’t answering the phone.

Just as you were starting to debate the likelyhood of being able to catch a taxi or Uber this late at night, your phone buzz. You glanced at it, half expecting to see a sheepish text from Parjai, but instead lighting up your phone was a notification from Paz. A little unconscious smile crossed your lips, and you leaned back against the wall, bringing your phone up to see it better as you swiped at the screen to open up your text thread with him.

Instead of a message, he’d sent you a selfie, and you could tell from the photo that he was in his truck, likely just having left a late night practice with the Mudhorns–the hockey team he was the goalie for. His hair looked wet, like he’d just hopped out of the shower, and you could see an old Mythosaurs logo on his teeshirt, the team he’d grown up idolizing. He had an adorably crooked grin on his face, and it was easy to see how he managed to charm damn near everyone he met.

While you were looking at the selfie, a message from him popped up on your screen.

Hey, still awake?

You bit your lip, suddenly thoughtful. If you were remembering right, the hockey rink wasn’t too far from here. Maybe…

Before you could second guess yourself, you tapped on his profile picture and then his phone number, putting your phone up to your ear as you began to move through the throng of bodies towards the outside. The butterflies barely had time to take flight in your belly when Paz’s deep voice was coming through your phone’s speaker and directly into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“What’s this, a proof of life call?”

“Ha ha, very funny,” you said loudly, almost shouting to be heard over the music. “I actually was wondering if you could do me a huuuuuge favor?”

“Is that favor rescuing you from the angry mob you sound like you’ve accidentally joined?”

Your voice was drier than the deserts of Tatooine. “Truly Paz, you’ve missed your calling as a comedian by joining the hockey team. You should be doing stand-up.”

His loud, deep laugh sounded on the other end, and you couldn’t help but smile again. Gods, you’d missed his laugh. You’d missed him.

“I belong on that rink and we both know it.” You snorted at the cocky tone of his voice. “Nah, you know I’d do anything for you. What’cha need rabbit?”

You groaned. “Please, not that stupid nickname again. I had like… one stuffed animal as a kid and suddenly everyone calls me that.”

“You brought the damn thing in the bath with you, what did you think was gonna happen?”

You narrowed your eyes, wishing that somehow Paz could feel your glare through the phone. “Anyways,” you growled, ignoring his chuckles. “I was at a party except my ride left with someone else and now I’m stuck. Is there any way you could give me a ride back to my apartment?”

“Of course,” Paz responded with zero hesitation. “Gimme the address.” As you rattled off the address of the house party, Paz sighed through the phone. “I recognize it. Some of the di’kute freshmen on the team have gotten wasted at parties there and I’ve had to come get them. I’ll be there in five.”

“Thanks, Paz.”

You could almost hear his smile on the other end. “Of course.”

You finished weaving your way through the crowds of drunk, high, and horny college students to step out on the front porch, breathing in a wave of fresh air. The night was clear, and it was only the early days of fall, so it wasn’t too cold yet. You looked up at the stars for a few moments, before you heard the familiar roar of an engine.

Looking down the street, you saw the headlights of Paz’s truck illuminating the otherwise quiet road, and you began making your way down the drive. He pulled to a stop in front of the house, waiting for you to cross in front of the truck and climb in the passenger side. You pulled yourself up and into his truck, buckling in before turning to see him grinning goofily at you.

“What?” You asked, feeling somewhat self-conscious but your cheeks still warming pleasantly under his gaze. “Do I have something on my face?”

His grin softened, and he reached out, almost subconsciously, and brushed the pads of his fingers over your cheek. “Nah,” he said, eyes still boring into yours. “Jus’ missed you, that’s all. It’s been awhile.”

You smiled back, soft too but a little self-deprecating. The both of you were well aware of just why it had been so long since you’d seen each other in person. Parjai was almost impossible to deal with whenever he simply heard Paz’s name, let alone if he knew you’d seen him or tried to hang out with him. It had seemed simpler at the time to distance yourself from Paz, something your parents and Parjai had encouraged, but now it just made you sad. At least he didn’t seem to hold it against you.

Paz sat back in his seat and re-started the engine, pulling away from the curb and beginning to drive down the darkened roads. You were a good few miles from your place with Parjai, and you couldn’t deny that you were excited to simply get to spend this little bit of time with him. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments, before you opened your mouth, wanting to make the most of seeing him and actually talk to him.

“How’s the team doing?”

He lit up, his grin huge and unrestrained. It triggered a grin of your own, always so happy to see Paz get excited about the sport he loved.

“They’re good! Din’s finally getting situated in left defence. He’s been working really hard at it, he’s a damn good defender, he just had some trouble believing it. Tua and Kua are a good pair too, they both made starter positions this year.”

You thought for a second. “The Skirata twins, right?”

“Yeah, that’s them. They’re assholes, but good players.”

You racked your brain trying to think of the other players you knew about on the team. With it being a new school year, there were some faces you didn’t quite know yet. “What about the other goalie position? Is Kye’ma still the secondary?”

Paz guwaffed loudly. “No! He got himself removed from the team ‘cause his grades were slipping too much.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. Kye’ma Reau had been a vicious player, and while he was good at the sport, he was a little too bloodthirsty. He’d always been sore that Paz was the starting goalie and not him, and you were honestly starting to get a little worried about the possibility of him staging an “accident” for Paz, so you were glad he was no longer in the picture.

“Who replaced him?”

“Some freshman kid, Uliik Gedyc. Wouldn’t know it just by looking at him though. Kid’s built like a fucking tank.”

You snickered at the mental image. You remembered what Paz looked like as a freshman in college, and you wouldn’t exactly describe his physique at the time as ‘tank-like.’ Although, that wasn’t to say he hadn’t been fit. Paz had been fit since he’d discovered gyms around the same time as puberty, and the muscle mass only grew with every year.

Not that you’d noticed.

All too soon, you realized that you were turning onto your street. You slumped slightly in your seat, sad that your time with Paz was coming to an end. You resolved to try and fix that, and to attempt to spend more time with him. Granted it was senior year, and both of you were set to graduate, and he had the hockey team to think about too, but you were tired of shunning your best friend to keep your boyfriend happy.

As Paz pulled into the driveway of the place you shared with Parjai, you were surprised to see Parjai storming out the front door, his face twisted in fury. You quickly unbuckled and practically threw yourself out of the truck, not hearing Paz call after you, as you were worried something was wrong.

Before you could get any words out, Parjai reached you and gripped your arm tightly, causing you to cry out in shock and a little bit of pain.

“What the fuck are you doing with him?”

You blinked at the furious words being thrown in your face. “Him-you mean Paz? He gave me a ride home because you didn’t-”

“Don’t fucking blame me for you being a slut.” He growled, shaking you hard. “How many times do I have to fucking tell you? You’re not allowed to see him, not only is he a goddamn exile, but you’re mine, you hear me? I won’t be made a fool of by my girlfriend just whoring herself out to whoever fucking asks!”

You jerked away, ripping your arm from his grasp. You could smell the alcohol on his breath, and it turned your stomach, although not as much as the hateful words he spewed.

“I’m not fucking Paz, Parjai,” you said, not yelling but the anger still clear in your voice. “I’ve told you before, he’s just a friend. I’ve known him for years, there’s nothing wrong with me wanting to spend a little time with him! Besides, you weren’t answering! What was I supposed to do?”

“You fucking slut!”

Suddenly, blooming pain spread across your cheek, and you fell back in shock, your body colliding with the door of Paz’s truck and your head cracking against the glass from the force of what had been Parjai’s hand clocking you across the face.

You slowly raised a hand to your cheek, fingers shaking as they brushed the skin even as you winced from the pain. Tears filled your eyes and you turned your head back to look at your still-furious boyfriend. He was glaring hatefully at you, even though he was swaying on his feet, likely from the intoxication.

He opened his mouth, probably to spew more vitriol, when abruptly, faster than your brain was able to register, a fist shot out and punched Parjai square in the jaw, sending him sprawling to the ground.

You blinked dumbly at your boyfriend-no, ex-boyfriend now, like hell were you gonna stay with that asshole-lying prone on the lawn, groaning in pain. Your brain felt like it was swimming through molasses, unable to process events in real time. As you were trying to put together what exactly just happened, suddenly Paz was standing in front of you, cupping your face in his hands as frantic eyes roved over you.

You just stood there, watching as his mouth moved, but unable to hear anything over the rushing of blood in your ears. He let one hand fall to your shoulder while the other came up to gently prod at the swelling on your face of what was likely to be a nasty black eye. He shook your shoulder, his face growing more concerned when suddenly there was a popping noise and you could hear clearly again.

The abrupt silence startled you and you jumped slightly. Paz raised his hands quickly off your body, taking a half step back so he wasn’t right in your space, but your panicking mind decided that was the absolute worst possible outcome, so you lunged forward and wrapped your arms around his torso, burying your face in his chest. The tentative grasp of control that you’d had simply shattered, and you began to sob brokenly into the fabric of his sweatshirt.

Paz’s arms came up around you, one banding around your back while the other came up to cradle your head against his chest. You twisted your fingers in his sweatshirt, anchoring yourself to him as you only cried harder.

His chest rumbled underneath you, and you faintly registered that he was whispering soft words of endearment, trying his best to soothe you. You sniffled and burrowed deeper, almost like if you tried hard enough, you could climb inside his chest where it was safe and never leave.

You could feel his lips pressing against the top of your head, leaving gentle kisses in the breaks between his words. He held you like something precious, like something to be treasured, and you found yourself never wanting to leave his embrace.

Unfortunately, Paz seemed to have different plans. He slowly pulled you away from where you’d been buried in his sweatshirt, although he kept his arms secure around you. He tilted your head up with a crooked finger under your chin, his gaze suddenly very serious.

“You’re not staying here, sweetheart. Get in the truck. I’m gonna run in and grab you a few things, and then we’re leaving.”

You blinked up at him, lashes clumped together with tears. You were sure you likely looked a mess, but all you could focus on was Paz’s arm around you and his fingers brushing your jaw. He sighed softly, seemingly realizing that you were not in a good frame of mind to be doing any critical thinking. He opened up the passenger door and bodily lifted you up, ignoring your quiet squeak of surprise as he set you in the passenger seat.

“Get buckled, I’m just gonna grab some of your things. I’ll be right back, I promise.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, before letting his own forehead gently touch yours in the sweetest mirshmure’cya you’d ever recieved, bringing new tears to your eyes. He stepped back and shut the door, before quickly stepping over Parjai and walking into the house. You buckled in a daze, still reeling from how quickly things had changed. One second you’d been happily chatting with Paz about his hockey team, the next your boyfriend was punching you in the face.

You pulled down the visor on the passenger side and flipped open the mirror, wincing at your reflection. Already there was the starting of some swelling around your eye, and you could tell it was going to bruise. It was throbbing and aching, and you poked at the skin cautiously, nose scrunching up at the uncomfortable sensation. You were going to end up with a black eye for sure.

You see Paz coming back out of the front door, a duffle bag you recognize from your closet in hand, stuffed full of whatever Paz had deemed important enough for him to grab. He deftly stepped over Parjai, who was still lying on the ground, rolling around in pain as he clutched at his jaw. Paz didn’t even spare him a glance, instead quickly making his way to the driver’s side of the truck. He jerked open the door and climbed in, reaching back to set the duffle down on the floor behind his seat.

He buckled, and looked over at you, his hands tightening on the steering wheel as he took in the darkening bruise over your eye and the dried tear tracks on your face. He looked like he wanted to reach out to touch you, but restrained himself.

“Are you buckled, sweetheart?” You simply nodded, the lump in your throat too large to speak around. “Good. Let’s go home.”

You didn’t say anything, but you could tell Paz wasn’t really looking for a response either. He backed out of the driveway, probably a little faster than he should’ve, but it was late at night and it wasn’t like it was likely for anyone to be out for him to run into.

As he drove down the dark streets, navigating towards his apartment by memory, you looked out the window, eyes not really focusing on any one thing as the scenery flew by. You felt almost like you were having an out of body experience, like your limbs were too heavy for you to move on your own. Truly, you were about one step away from a complete breakdown. You didn’t realize you were twisting your hands in your lap until one of Paz’s hands settled on top of both of yours, stilling the anxious movement. You looked over, to see him still focused on the road, but a worried frown decorating his face. Turning one of your hands over, you pressed your palm against Paz’s, linking your fingers together and letting his touch ground you.

It wasn’t a long drive to Paz’s place, and soon enough, he was pulling up in front of his building. He didn’t waste time, shutting off his truck and sliding his hand out of yours so he could hop out. You began to undo your buckle, but before you could open the door, Paz was already there, ready to help you out of the truck. The concerned look on his face broke something inside you, and you felt tears begin to fill your eyes again.

Paz didn’t hesitate to pull you out of the truck and into his arms, your duffel already slung over his shoulder so both of his arms were free to hold you. You clung to him clumsily, throwing your arms around his neck and wrapping your legs around his waist as one of his arms wrapped around your torso to hold you tightly against him. Burying your face in his neck, you let the tears fall, trusting Paz to get you inside safely.

He didn’t say anything as he carried you into his apartment, and you didn’t look up from the safety of his neck until he was setting you down on a soft mattress. You looked around, slightly dazed as you realized you were in his bedroom. You’d seen glimpses of the space through pictures he’d sent you, but you’d never actually been in his bedroom.

A careful hand on your jaw caught your attention, and Paz gently lifted your head, turning it from side to side as he studied the swelling and darkening skin around your eye. His thumb brushed your cheek as his eyes found yours. “Lemme go grab something for you to ice that shiner with, ok?” You nodded, watching as he left the bedroom, moving down to where you were pretty sure his kitchen was.

While he was gone, you took a moment to take in his bedroom, the one place that was purely, personally, Paz. There weren’t a whole lot of decorations, but you weren’t expecting there to be. Paz had always been rather minimalistic by nature. He had some trophies and framed awards from various hockey leagues and games he’d won, some assorted sports paraphernalia in the corner by his closet, a soft grey rug underneath the king-sized bed which was adorned with soft white sheets and a light grey duvet, two nightstands with matching lamps, and on the far wall was a collage of pictures. As you looked at them, you realized most of them were pictures of the two of you. Some were clearly from when you were kids, but some were obviously more recent, although you realized with a pang that none of the photos were more recent than four years ago, around when you’d started to distance yourself because of Parjai.

It hit you then just how much of an idiot you’d been. You’d wasted so much time with someone who clearly didn’t trust or love you in the same way you’d loved him, especially considering how he’d acted tonight. You hadn’t realized Parjai’s insecurities ran quite that deep, but looking back it was painfully clear just how much he’d hated Paz Vizsla.

You were pulled from your self-deprecating thoughts by Paz returning, an ice pack wrapped in a kitchen towel clutched tightly in one hand. His eyes met yours, and some of the tension he’d been carrying in his shoulders seemed to melt away as he reassured himself seeing that you were safe. He came forward to kneel at the side of the bed where you were perched. With gentle hands, he pressed the ice pack over the swelling on your face, his free hand coming up to cup your jaw as you tried to shy away from the sudden shock of cold.

“Gotta let the ice do it’s job, rabbit,” he murmured. “We’ve gotta get that swelling down.”

You winced, but nonetheless held still, letting Paz do his thing. Maker only knows how many, many bumps, bruises, broken bones and black eyes he’d suffered over the years, not just from hockey but his uncanny ability to always get into fights. You’d even helped him with some of the more painful injuries.

A comfortable silence settled over the two of you. Your eyes had fluttered shut, just basking in the soft attention and careful ministrations Paz was bestowing upon you. Paz kept one hand on the ice pack pressed gently over your eye, the other still cupping the side of your face, his thumb softly stroking your cheekbone. After awhile, Paz slowly took the ice pack away, and you opened your eyes to see him critically looking over your face. He seemed to be satisfied with the state of your face where Parjai had smacked you, and he sat back slightly on his heels.

“How does that feel, hmm?”

“Better.”

Silence descended again, but this time there was a tension floating in the air. It felt like Paz was just waiting for something to happen, but you didn’t know what he’d be waiting for. You were fine, absolutely fine. Sure, your partner of over three years had just assaulted you out of the blue, but honestly, you were-

“Rabbit?”

The sound of Paz’s voice, thick with worry and concern and love is what broke the dam. Your eyes filled with tears, and your breath hitched as you fought to not burst into sobs. You met Paz’s gaze, and you saw nothing but love and understanding.

“Oh, c’mere love,” he murmured, his hands gently tugging you off the bed and into his lap. That was the last straw, and you began to sob, deep and heartbroken sounds wrenching their way out of your throat as you clawed at his back, as though you could somehow pull him even closer to you. “That’s it, let it all out.”

“W-W-Why, Paz?” you cried, voice trembling as you tried to force the words out. “I-I loved him… w-why wou-would he–?” You couldn’t finish your sentence, your voice breaking as you sobbed harder. Paz’s arms were tight around you, holding you securely against his chest. His lips were pressed to your head, and the rumbling in his chest told you he was attempting to make soothing noises although you were unable to actually hear them over the sounds of your cries.

As your sobs began to slow you clutched tighter to Paz, suddenly afraid that he’d let you go now that you weren’t crying your eyes out. But to your great relief, he didn’t, merely sliding his arms more securely around you and pressing you closer against his chest.

“What am I gonna do?” You said, voice barely more than a whisper pressed against the fabric of his shirt. Even as you said the words, you didn’t really fully realize what they meant until they’d left your mouth. You pulled your head back to look at Paz with wide, teary eyes. “T-That’s my home, Paz, but he’s not gonna leave, I know he isn’t, and it’s not like my parents are gonna be any help cause they love him and are just gonna say I’m making this up for attention and-”

“Breathe.”

The order startled you out of the sprial you’d begun to descend into, and you locked eyes with Paz, mouth snapping shut at the commanding tone of his voice.

“I’ll tell you what you’re gonna do, rabbit. You’re gonna stay right here, with me. There’ll be a blizzard on Tatooine before I let you go back to that hut’uun di’kut. He doesn’t deserve you, and I refuse to let you delude yourself into thinking that any of the actions he took tonight are in any way acceptable.”

His stare was piercing, and you found yourself unable to look away, even as you listened to what he was saying. You opened your mouth, about to insist that you couldn’t just intrude on Paz and his home like that, but a finger pressed to your lips stopped you.

“Uh uh, I’m not finished.” Paz waited for you to acknowledge his words before he continued. “I’ve got more than enough space, and I don’t want him or your family trying to manipulate you into going back to him. You deserve better, so much better, than that.”

Tears began to fill your eyes, but for far different reasons this time. Paz wasn’t the kind of person to say things like this openly, not the type to blatantly lay his feelings out for all to see, but he was doing it for you.

“Y-You’ll really do that, Paz?” You asked, trying and mostly succeeding to prevent your voice from shaking. “You’ll let me stay?” Some emotion you didn’t recognize passed over his face, but it was quickly gone before you had a chance to analyze it.

“Course I will,” he said softly, voice quiet but no less steady. “You’ve always had a place with me, and you always will.”

Another tear trailed down your cheek. The words that escaped your mouth weren’t something you’d been intending to say, but that didn’t make them any less true.

“Love you, Paz.”

Paz’s eyelashes fluttered, his face going slack for a moment before he was able to focus on you again. “Oh, bunny,” he muttered, drawing you close again even as a shiver ran down your spine at the unexpected variation on his nickname foe you. He was tucking your face back into his neck as his hand stroked soothingly up and down his back. “My sweet bunny rabbit, I love you too. You’ll always have a place with me, no matter what.”

In that moment, in Paz’s arms on the floor of his guest bedroom, you knew things were gonna be alright.

#paz vizsla x reader #paz vizsla #college!athlete!roommate!paz #car!paz au #car!paz #reader #fem reader #reader's nickname is bunny #paz is a hockey player #chapter 1 #the roommate agreement #no smut yet #but there will be a lot #so 18+#the mandalorian #modern au #paz vizsla fucks

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writersblog20 · 2 years

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Halloween 🎃👻

Henry Cavill x reader

Summary: Tonight was finally Halloween, your favorite day of the year. You had a Halloween party with Henry but it seemed to be more than a party.

Warnings: Dd/lg vibes (definitely in the end), Henry being dominant, anxiety, sexual tension, drinking, being a little drunk, haunted house, scares etc

Words: 4,5K

A/N: I’m back! Sort off, I’m still figuring it out but hey, here’s a new story in honor of Halloween! I feel like I’ve lost the vibe to write so just keep that in mind with the story. I’m sorry if I didn’t tag you, I forgot who to tag in Henry’s stories

Halloween

It was Halloween, your favorite holiday of the year and you were ready for it, getting ready to go to a Halloween party. You were best friends with the one and only Henry Cavill and would go together to the party. Your other friends would be there too but you and Henry agreed to go together. You were doubting between your Chucky costume or Carrie, both laying out on your bed. You were a sucker for 80’s slashers and took this very seriously, it was only once a year that you could really show off and have the perfect outfit. You chose the white slip on dress with blood smudged all over it.

You put it on and looked in the mirror with a smile before doing your make-up and applying some fake blood all over you. Your phone was blasting some old Halloween classics to get you in the spirit even though that wasn’t necessarily since you’ve been waiting a year for this. Your phone went off, telling you that you had a text. You looked and it was Henry with a selfie in his outfit. He went as Dracula and the text said “I’m ready” you smiled as you took in the picture that he sent you and felt butterflies explode in your stomach. You’ve had a serious crush on him since the moment you’ve met him and the crush was quickly moving towards love.

You quickly replied with a selfie back, saying that you were ready too. He texted back immediately saying: “You look gorgeous even with fake blood on your face, princess. I’m on my way.” He had send you his live location with it as well. You felt your cheeks heat up at his reaction and let out a loud sigh. “God, this man is going to be the death of me.” You took another look in the mirror, happy with the result and applied your finishing touch, dark red lipstick and put some perfume on before gathering your stuff.

It didn’t took long before your doorbell went off. You were quickly at the door and took a deep breath before opening it. You saw Henry in his costume with a big smile which you returned. “Hey” he said while pulling you into a hug. You held him tightly as his cologne hit your nose. You softly took a breath in and relaxed underneath his touch. His scent always seemed to calm you down. It might be weird to others but to you, when you smelled Henry, you feel safe and secure. He got out of the hug and looked at you with a big grin. “You look really good sweetheart.” He told you as if he was in a trance. You felt flustered and smiled shyly. Henry cleared his throat and got out of whatever trance he was in and composed himself again.

It wasn’t a lie when Henry told the world that he didn’t know what to do around a girl who he really likes and you were proof of that. He fell in love the moment he saw you and only grew more once he got to know you but just like you, he rather had a friendship with you than nothing at all. He didn’t know that you liked him back but everyone from the outside could see the love radiating towards the two of you.

“You ready to go?” he asked you, snapping you out of thoughts. “Yeah, yeah let me grab my bag.” You shook out of your own little world and got back inside to get your stuff. Henry slowly walked after you, knowing it was okay to step foot in your house and which you expected him to do so. “You look really good too by the way!” you yelled from the other side of the room. Henry smiled lovingly while he looked at his shoes while he waited for you in the hallway. “Thank you.” he said in almost a whisper and couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. You couldn’t have said that into his eyes so you thought it was better to say it from another room.

You got your stuff and the uber just arrived. Henry held out his arm for you to take which you gladly did and held him by his elbow. He opened the door for you with his famous smile just for you and helped you into the uber. You’ve always felt a little shy around Henry but tonight was different. More awkward and it was killing you. You knew at that point that your feelings were through the roof for him but little did you know that was exactly what happened with Henry too and boy could he feel it too. It both scared to you death with the anxiety of “What if he/ she knows.” Both being blind as hell.

You tried to speak up at the exact moment that Henry was speaking up as well, talking over each other. “Sorry.” You chuckled awkwardly just like Henry. “You go first” you told Henry when your eyes left the floor again. It was so bad that you couldn’t even look him in the eyes anymore. “No you start. Ladies first.” He told you with a soft smile trying to make eye contact but failing, making him nervous as hell. “So… How’s filming going for the new Enola Homes movie?” you quickly thought. He chuckled a little “Good, we just finished actually. Can’t wait for you to see it…” he told you and you smiled. It looked like it broke the ice for a moment. “Can’t wait to see it. You know how much I loved the first one. And now that you have more screen time…. You know I can’t wait for that.” You told him but once you realized what you had said you felt your cheeks heat up. Henry chuckled again “Yeah, I actually was wondering… I eh there is a premiere right? And I was wondering if you would like to go with me…. you know…. to the premiere and watch it together…” He asked you very carefully.

You felt butterflies going lose in your stomach and it made you almost nauseas how much you liked this man. “Yeah, yeah I would love that.” You told him and for the first time really looked into his eyes. Henry was already looking at you with loving eyes that he couldn’t hide. You quickly looked away with a soft shy smile. “Great. I’ll let you know more info as soon as I know.” he told you, making you nod and you couldn’t stop smiling.

You finally arrived and felt relieved. Something changed between the two of you and you couldn’t tell exactly what. Henry opened the door and reached out his hand for you to take so he could help you out of the car. You placed your hand in his and saw how small your hand was in his big one. The moment your hand touched yours you felt your heartbeat quicken. You got out of the car and looked at the place where the party was. It would be in a bar and upstairs was where they held the party. Someone was waiting for you at the door. They were scarily dressed up and went completely in their role. “I can see you two are here for the party……” the person grinned and you and Henry looked at each other. You both knew that something was going to happen before you could enter. Henry put his arm around you and pulled you as close to his body as he could. He was always very protective of you.

“Well… the party is upstairs but first you need to go in the haunted house if you want to go to the party….. if you’re still alive.” The person grinned and gave you two tickets. You looked a little scared at Henry. You hated haunted houses. You didn’t mind walkthroughs but only if they were outside. In a house you would always panic because in your mind there was no way out. Henry looked at you and gave you a reassuring smile. “It’s going to be okay princess, I’ll protect you remember?” he told you and you start to feel a little calmer, nodding.

You held onto Henry as tightly as you could and stepped inside. They really did a number on this place because it looked nothing like it did before. They really turned up. You almost walked past a painting until it fell down and behind it was someone dressed up and reached out their arm for you, making you scream and turn towards Henry, who immediately placed his arms around you like a shield. Your head was hiding against his chest and you could feel his heartbeat going crazy. Was he scared as well? You thought but it definitely had other reasons why his heart was almost out of his chest and you were that reason.

You walked further and there were some more “scare actors” and Henry noticed your distress, trying to give you as much comfort as he could while he held on tightly to you. But the further you got, the scarier it got and apparently you also had to go outside. Like I said, they went all in. There was someone with a chainsaw waiting around the corner from you and put it on, scaring you out of your skin. You liked scares but not in that moment perse. You went to the other side of Henry and was glued to his side. The man came close to your leg with the chainsaw and you got in front of Henry, making yourself as small as possible and held tightly on to him. His arms were around you and his hand was resting on the back of your head, hiding your face against his shoulder, his head resting against yours so you would feel as protected as he could at that moment. The guy left with the chainsaw and pointed outside, letting you both know that you had to go out.

Henry held your hand and your other hand was holding his arm. Henry didn’t really like haunted houses but right now he loved it, now he had you clinging to his side and he could protect you. His heart was almost bursting with love for you now but he didn’t liked the fact that you were so scared.

You walked outside and there were sheets hanging all around and Henry got them out of the way as you walked further. Soon there was another man with a chainsaw scaring you to death and was quickly to disappear after that. “Jesus, I’m gonna need a drink after this” you mumbled softly, which Henry replied to with a chuckle. You were so over this but more specifically because you didn’t know when it was going to end and not knowing what was further to come. You started to hear the music blast and felt a wave of relief coming over you and you straightened your back, lowering your defenses, which was a big mistake.

You walked back in and a painting dropped down next to you, behind it a scare actor trying to grab you with his arm. You ducked down to your right and the other painting on that side fell as well, making you scream out loud before the painting in front of you dropped. That was the last straw and you fled out of there, earning a loud laugh from Henry. You knew you would laugh about this later but now you were too busy running away.

You thought you were done but there was one last room and you quickly grabbed Henry who was still laughing. You scared him in the process of grabbing him and pulling him towards the other room. There were at least 10 monsters in this room but you didn’t know who was a manikin and who was real. They looked really scary, their eyes were fully blown open and there was blood and other stuff all over their faces and it scared the crap out of you. You clang to Henry and tried to look everywhere at the same time. You were extremely on high alert right now and Henry noticed, softly rubbing your arms and trying to guide you to the exit.

“Almost there sweetheart, almost. I’m here, I won’t let anything happen to you, okay sweetheart?” Henry softly cooed in your ear and if you weren’t so much on high alert right now, you knew your heart would burst with what he just said to you. It did bring you comfort and protection a little bit right now while you were still looking from left to right. All of a sudden the light started to strobe and the people that weren’t manikins got into your face with some fake knives and you let out a loud scream. Even Henry jumped at that scare. You both got out of that room fast and were finally out of the ”house”.

You and Henry looked at each other, trying to catch your breath when you both started giggling which turned out in laughing. “Well….. Y/N, you are definitely the knew scream queen.” He told you, referring to your favorite horror movies. You got a big grin on your face. “Oh and of course, the ultimate final girl.” He told you teasingly with a grin on his face. You smiled, feeling flustered at the his teasing statement. “Well… Thank you prince charming but let’s get some drinks now. I really could use one.” You told him chuckling.

You still held his arm when you stepped into the party. You felt excitement in your stomach. They played the 70, 80, 90 music horror and you couldn’t get happier. From white wedding by Billy Idol to Don’t fear the reaper and even some modern songs like the Weeknd with Die for you. Everyone was dressed up and the room very decorated to say the least. You looked at Henry back and you had the biggest smile upon your face. Henry was already smiling when you looked at him but the moment you looked eyes, you could see them soften in adoration and the butterflies went loose again. “Let’s get some drinks” Henry tried to yell over the music, his eyes glistening, giving you a whole new sensation than before with the look he gave you. He took the lead and walked to the bar, his hand searching for yours and gave it a light squeeze when he found you. The way your small hand was in his made you already weak to your knees. You knew it was going to be a long night if he kept doing this. You loved it and wanted nothing other than to do this forever but it was torture in the moment. You loved him so much, heart aching for him that it almost physically started to hurt.

You really did need that drink. You and Henry stood next to each other and because you made it through the “house” you both got a free bloody shot. Henry ordered your favorite drink and a beer for himself before turning to you with the shot in his fingers. You got the shot as well and you both cheered before drinking it. He never lost eye contact while taking the shot. It gave you an exciting yet entangled with a little bit of nerves, like going down on a rollercoaster. It was a strong shot and coughed from it, chuckling a bit. Yup, this was exactly what you needed to numb the feelings a bit. Keep it cute and the feelings on mute kind of thing.

When you got the drinks, you saw your friends on the dancefloor already happily waving towards you. You looked at Henry and he raised his eyebrow and had a smirk as a sign to go over to them. You smiled and walked towards them with Henry, greeting them with a hug. Everyone’s outfit was on point. One of your male friends went as ghostface and Michael Myers, both drinking their drinks with a straw. Your female friends were all over the place. One went as Cassie from Euphoria, we had a sexy female version of Chucky, a cheerleader with blood all over the place, and a fairy but they all looked amazing.

You all started drinking more and all of a sudden there was a scare actor, scaring you with a shaker. You screamed and immediately backed into Henry’s chest who already had his arms around you. You noticed that all the scare actors would scare the guests as well. You chuckled a little nervous. “Another drink then princess?” he whispered in your ear teasingly because you were so easy to scare. You nodded and before he could walk away from you, you caught his hand. “Wait…. I want to come with you.” you said a little nervous and that was the moment that Henry knew that you saw him and him only as your protector, making his heart swell for you.

You walked with Henry to the bar and ordered some good shots for everyone and got a strong drink. Henry raised his eyebrow in surprise up, looking at you with a smirk. “Don’t judge me.” you told him, trying to sound as unguilty as possible. He chuckled “don’t worry sweetheart.” He told you and you both got back to the group with everyone’s shot. You all took them and cheered, Henry making once again eye contact with you and with that look on his face. You started to get annoyed with yourself at how easy it was for this man to make you feel flustered again.

You all danced a bit but you stayed very nervous and on edge because of the ‘monsters’ and Henry noticed it. He went over and stood behind you so no one could scare you from behind. You felt his chest against your back, one hand softly rubbing over your arm. His warmth radiated over to you and you felt the drop in your stomach again. You started to lean a little back against him. This was the moment that you finally relaxed a bit and had fun. You had more alcohol and it started to hit you a little bit faster than you expected it to be but that didn’t stop you and continued.

Henry started to get a little buzzed as well but not as much as you. He started to flirt more, feeling a bit braver and so did you, flirting back and being fisty, which nine out of the ten times he needed to look away from you when you made a sharp remark, had a dark smirk over his face, shook his hand and took a sip of his beer every time. “Drop the attitude princess.” He told you with a dark grin on his face, giving away that he sort off enjoyed this. “make me.” You felt way too brave after the tequila you had consumed earlier “Don’t ask for things you can’t handle.” Henry stood tall in front of you but you wouldn’t back down “Who says I will?” you puffed out your chest more as well, trying to sound confident even though you felt submissive as hell.

Henry chuckled darkly and look away from you, giving the impression that he wasn’t taking you seriously. You frowned when Henry looked back at you. The moment he saw that frown upon your face, he turned darker, more dominant. “You better take that frown off of your face princess.” It gave you chills and felt into sub mode but still tried to get him to do something. He knew that you were a sub. It was painfully obvious for him sometimes.

“Make me.” you said darkly back, trying so hard not to show your current state. “What if I will. Mhm. Are you satisfied then? Will you be a good girl then?” Okay that was the moment you lost it and looked down, letting him know that he won. His fingers went underneath your chin and made you look at him. Your noses almost touching and you took a shaky breath. “Good girl with dropping the attitude.” He praised you and he could feel the goosebumps underneath his touch on your arm and smiled but backed off. For a moment realization had set in, in what just happened and you felt slightly embarrassed and Henry was scared that he had crossed your line.

You were both a little in your own world, staring at each other in a trance of panic when a monster came into your face and you got scarred so bad that you dropped your drink, taking you both out of the trance. You quickly got outside since you needed some fresh air. You sat around the corner and rubbed your arms against the cold until you felt a jacket being placed over your shoulders. You quickly looked back to see Henry standing there with a soft sympathetic smile on his face.

He stood a little in front of you, nervously standing on his feet in the silence. The thumps from the bass dancing throughout the dark night. You both kept silent but it was killing you. You felt so nervous, sick, anxious and distress until Henry spoke up. “I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable, I didn’t want that.” You nodded “I’m sorry too.” Was the only thing you could say. It was killing you how much your heart ached for this man and you didn’t know how long and much more you could handle this. You were almost at the point of spilling it out already. “Are…. Ehhh… We good?” he asked you, the tension still clearly there but because of you. You nodded, unable to even look at him, close to crying while you were staring at the ground.

“Sweetheart. Don’t lie to me. I know something is bothering you. I don’t feel like we’re good yet. What is it?” he asked you but you denied, shaking your head. “Nope… Nope eh we’re good.” But the tears were already falling and you quickly sniffled. “Really…..? Is that why you can’t even look at me and you’re crying?” he asked you, clearly not believing you for one bit. “Sweetheart. Please tell me what’s going on…. You’re scaring me.” He crouched down next to you and you could hear the desperation in his voice, breaking your heart.

“I like you.” you told him quickly. You couldn’t hold it in any longer. It was slowly killing you inside, leaving you empty and sad. “What?” you heard him say in a whisper, surprised.

You still couldn’t look at him. “I like you. I’m in love with you and I’m really sorry if you’re not in love with me, I get it and it’s okay but I couldn’t hold it any longer. I’m in love with you and it’s killing me.” you rushed out, tripping over your own words. Henry was processing all of it when you stopped. “You’re in love with me?” he asked and you got annoyed. “Yes. Yes I’m in love with you but you don’t have to make fun of me for it.” You were so certain that he didn’t like you back that you really thought he was teasing you. Not that he would tease you over such a topic but still..

He started to puzzle it together and smiled until he heard your last sentence. “Sweetheart, calm down, calm down. I’m not teasing you, I promise.” He told you while he stood in front of you with his hands on your arms. You finally looked at him and he had a loving but concerning look on his face. He smiled sweetly at you when you made eye contact. He was calming you down, he could always calm you down and was the only one who was able to do that.

“I’m so in love with you that I didn’t knew what to do. But I’m love with you too princess.” You looked at him and he was so happy, it radiated over him. His hand cupped your cheek and softly went down to your chin, pulling you in for a kiss. Your heart was thumping against your chest. Finally you felt his lips on yours. Something you’ve dreamed and fantasized about in forever. You pulled him closer by his costume and you could feel him smile in the kiss. It became heated when you felt his tongue against your own and the way he was softly biting your lip. You both pulled back and smiled at each other.

“So ehmm. Can I take you on a proper date then?” he asked you, actually still nervous. You chuckled softly “I would like that even though I think this is perfect.” You hinted back at the party and the “house” in particular. He smiled before it turned into a worried and softened look in his eyes. “Did I went to far back in there?” he asked you genuinely. You shook your head, feeling a bit embarrassed. “No…. it’s just…. You can make me feel so small. But small in a good way….” You felt embarrassed saying it out loud.

Henry smiled adoringly at you with a look of understanding. He held your chin again. “Don’t be embarrassed. I know that you’re secretly a very sensitive little girl who needs and deserves a lot of love.” He told you and you felt yourself grow almost emotional. Your body was crushed against his in a much needed tight hug. Henry chuckled while he held you tight. “Don’t worry. I will always take good care of you, my little sweet princess.” You felt yourself grow mushy. You looked up at him and never felt more cared for, already. His hand went over your hair, towards your cheek while he cupped it and pulled you in for a gentle but passionate kiss while his thumb softly stroke your cheek.

When he pulled out of the kiss, he rubbed his nose softly against yours. You smiled but didn’t want to drop into a sub right here. You tried to shrug it off but Henry shushed you. “It’s okay princess. I know you’re not fully there yet but let it be. I’ll take care of you. Let it be princess. Can you do that for me? Can you be a good girl and try it?” He asked you and you nodded with a soft smile, trusting Henry.

You knew that there was a reason that Halloween was your favorite holiday.

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parakeetdetective · 1 year

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Video Calls

✰- Paring -✰ Feitan X Reader

✰ - TW(s)- ✰ Light NSFW

�� - Note- ✰ Short and sweet. I just liked the idea of a reader reading the quest text to Feitan while playing an mmo. I feel like it's basically cannon he likes video games.

✰ - Word Count- ✰ 863

You swear you're a good girl. It's only natural for you to want to play with the best players you can find. So when you met a dude with above-average skills on your favorite online video game, you added him to your friends list. His mic was never on, but yours was to communicate the little bits of information needed. Sometimes you'd add in some sardonic jokes. Over time you started receiving more and more invitations to join their party. Fine. Normal. You just played together a lot. Then you exchanged contact information outside of the game. This is a little rare for you but still nothing crazy.

Things started out light. His spelling and grammar were less than impressive, and he still wouldn't get on voice chat. As you came to find out, he wasn't speaking his native language, so you couldn't blame him. You knew some basic things about him. He worked a lot. Traveled a lot. He'd send you tons of pictures of where he was traveling. Sent you pictures of his laughable pc setup, an old duck-taped laptop on concrete with a beaten razor naga. After you sent, a picture of your new 3 monitor setup complete with LED lights out the ass. There were a couple other images sent back and forth. Nothing you couldn't tell your folks about.

Eventually, he got a mic, or as you later found out, he figured out how to download the discord app onto his phone so you wouldn't have to use the in-game voice chat. He'd talk here and there, but it was mostly you. He never had much time, but you really valued what you had. Coming home from a day of work to unwind and have someone to vent to meant a lot to you. A great non, judgemental listener.

You're not fully ready to admit when things really started, but he'd begun to send you some less-than-work-appropriate images. At first, it was some art he was into. Then more art, but this time it was of some women tied up with the simple caption,

"You."

What you'd later know as 'shibari' was new and exciting. Very exciting. You'd replied something like, "Really? Doesn't look much like me."

"It will."

You'd hoped that was a promise. Promptly changing his name to Fei with a little heart in your phone.

Art turned into even more irl images. A couple tame ones showing himself at random locations. Then the less than tame ones…

You remember feeling so embarrassed the first time he sent you an image of his cock you practically locked your phone and threw it across the room. This wasn't like you, but then again, you'd put a surprising amount of effort into the pictures you'd send back. Seeing a video explaining how to get the perfect sneaky shot of your ass in a mirror while making it look like you were casually taking a selfie. While obviously, the only thing you'd be wearing was a lacy thong. Such efforts were always rewarded with more attention and images of himself. Eventually moving to send you videos of him enjoying the photo collection.

A shaky video aimed just so that only his muscular chest and groin were visible. Running his hand over a prominent bulge in his pants. Slowly. Letting out a small groan. Unzipping and gingerly freeing himself. Precum was already forming at the tip as he pumped the base of his shaft. The only light was coming from his phone, illuminating him while he's got your images pulled up.

"So pretty." He'd groan.

You got a few of these videos, but they were a treat. Something that kept you striving to make yourself as palatable as possible for his hungering eyes.

Naturally, you'd begun listening to him touch himself over the phone too. He's practically begged to hear your pretty little moans. So you had to join in too. He had you uttering things over the phone that the next day felt utterly cringy. You loved it.

Then there were the gifts. Oh, the gifts. First, he sent you a glittering silver necklace. And, of course, you sent back photos of it lying perfectly on your collarbone, where it was definitely the main focus and not your exposed flesh. Then a cute kitty body pillow. Then a bit of silk rope. You thought nothing of the old, beaten, and often oversized cardboard boxes they'd appear in. You just figured it had all been packed personally. Never considered it may have been hand-delivered as well.

That black silky cord was too exciting for you to linger on details. It took some googling, but you'd figured out how to tie yourself up pretty well for doing it yourself. It came in handy for video calls.

Arms tied behind your back with your ass raised to rock your body into the large pink dildo suctioned to the bed frame. Making puppy dog eyes at the camera. Begging him for a real cock to play with. Purring thank yous when he'd call you a dirty whore. He still never talked much, but his heavy-lidded eyes and slow strokes spoke louder than words.

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kjmcotton · 7 months

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Never trust strangers-Sehun

From the Halloween advent calendar🎃

Oh Sehun x general!reader

Demon!AU

Warnings:creepy content

If sensitive,please,don’t read

Your phone buzzed:

Unknown: What runs, but never walks. Murmurs, but never talks. Has a bed, but never sleeps. And has a mouth, but never eats?

Y/n:I’m sorry,you’re texting the wrong number

Unknown:I’m not

Unknown:So?

Unknown:Do you know the answer?

Y/n:Who am I talking to?

Unknown:If you answer correctly, I’ll tell you

Seen at 10pm

Two days later:

Unknown:So?

Unknown: What runs, but never walks. Murmurs, but never talks. Has a bed, but never sleeps. And has a mouth, but never eats?

Seen at 10:30pm

One week later:

Unknown: What runs, but never walks. Murmurs, but never talks. Has a bed, but never sleeps. And has a mouth, but never eats?

Seeen at 9:00pm

Unknown:Don’t you wanna know who I am?

Delivered at 9:03pm

Y/n:No

Unknown:Don’t lie. You would’ve already blocked me if you didn’t care

Seen at 9:25pm

Unknown: What runs, but never walks. Murmurs, but never talks. Has a bed, but never sleeps. And has a mouth, but never eats?

Delivered at 9:26pm

Y/n:A river

Unknown:Good job

Unknown:I’m Sehun

Y/n:I’m Y/n

Sehun:I know

Y/n:How do you know?

Sehun:It’s a secret

Y/n:Tell me

Seen at 9:29pm

Two weeks later:

Y/n:Who gave you my number?

Sehun:I was so lucky to find it

Y/n:That’s not true

Y/n:Tell me who you are

Sehun:I’m Sehun,I told you

Y/n:That’s not enough

Y/n:How old are you?

Sehun:29

Y/n:Where are you from?

Sehun:Seoul

Seen at 10:45pm

One month later:

Sehun:You haven’t texted me in a while

Y/n:I’ve got nothing to say

Sehun:Then let’s know each other a little better

Sehun:Ask me more questions

Y/n:Fine🙄

Y/n:What’s your favourite color?

Sehun:Black

Y/n:I don’t like black

Y/n:Favourite animal?

Sehun:Snake

Y/n:I hate snakes

Sehun:And I hate koalas

Y/n:They’re cute

Y/n:They’re my favourite animal

Seen at 11:15

Two months later:

Sehun:Y/n,are you there?

Y/n:What do you want now?

Sehun:Do you like roses?

Y/n:They’re my favourite flowers

Sehun:Look outside the window

Y/n:A bouquet of roses?!

Y/n:Sehun have you put them there?!

Sehun:Maybe

Seen at 10:00pm

Three months later:

Y/n:There’s a koala plushie in front of my door

Y/n:Have you put it there?

Sehun:I did

Y/n:How do you know my address?

Sehun:Jongin told me

Y/n:Do you know Jongin?

Seen 10:35pm

Four months later:

Sehun:What’s the thing you desire the most?

Y/n:See your face

Sehun:It’s too early for that

Sehun:Aren’t you having fun?

Y/n:I’m not

Sehun:Admit that you like it

Seen 00:56pm

Six months later:

Y/n:Are you already broke?

Y/n:It’s been a while since you gave me a gift

Sehun:No

Sehun:Before leaving university check your favourite study room

Sehun:There’s a surprise for you

Y/n:You bought a necklace for me?! Are you crazy?

Sehun:Don’t worry about it

Y/n:Thank you💘

One year later:

Y/n:Sehun? Are you there?

Y/n:Sehun?

Sehun:I’m always here for you

Sehun:What’s up?

Y/n:I can’t sleep

Y/n:I feel lonely

Y/n:FaceTime?

Sehun:I can’t

Y/n:Why?

Sehun:I’m coming

Y/n:What?!

Y/n:You must be crazy

Y/n:I don’t even know your face

A new notification appeared on the screen of your phone Sehun sent a picture,it said.

Without thinking about it twice you clicked on the little banner:seeing what you had never expected to witness. Sehun had finally sent you a selfie,but it wasn’t a normal one. His skin was pale,his lips purplish and,most of all,you couldn’t avoid noticing his red irids nor the odd scar he had on his eye.

Y/n:Would you mind sending me a picture you didn’t take on Halloween night?

Sehun:Oh darling

Sehun:I took it right now

Sehun is typing…

Sehun:Come out from the wardrobe

Sehun:Put the knife down

Sehun:Demons are immortal

Delivered at 3:33pm

#sehun x you #sehun imagines #sehun x reader #sehun x y/n #sehun fanfic #exo sehun #oh sehun #exo x reader #exo x y/n #exo x you #exo fanfic #exo imagines #exo #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic #kpop x y/n #kpop x you #kpop x reader #spooktober

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bunbeeplays · 13 days

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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 83 - Two Sleepovers

Xander: Okay, everyone. Looks like we're having a slumber party. We've got the couch, and I have my old sleeping bag in the laundry room.

Greta: Jace can have the couch. I'll take the sleeping bag.

Xander: Alright, time to get some shut eye. You twerps are wearing me out.

Marshmallow looks like she's enjoying this slumber party.

Ophelia and Xander conked out when they went back to bed, so when they wake up, they have a chat.

Xander: I'm sorry about last night, Lemon Cake.

Ophelia: They're good kids, Xander. Greta just made a mistake. I'm glad she feels safe enough to come to us.

Ophelia: I'm gonna make the runaways some breakfast. Are we dropping them back off at Hilary's?

Xander: Not right away. Jace has basketball practice and Greta is meeting up with her gardening club, so she asked if we could drop them off.

Ophelia: Sounds good.

Ophelia cooks in the dark so as to not disturb the kids. They looked so peaceful.

It feels kind of nice cooking a meal for more than just her and Xander.

Greta: Thanks for breakfast, Aunt Ophelia.

Jace: Yeah, thanks!

Ophelia: Of course. You've got a busy day ahead of you, I won't let you leave on an empty stomach. Now eat up and go get dressed for the day! Uncle Xander's dropping you off.

While Xander takes care of getting the kids to their various activities, Ophelia pops over to the Pappas Manor to get the scoop on Hilary's date. She lets herself in with the key Hilary gave them. She texted Hilary warning her she was coming but she didn't get a response.

Ophelia finds Hilary in the kitchen making some coffee.

Hilary: Ophelia, what are you doing here? I-I thought you and Xander were taking the kids to their club meetings.

Ophelia: Xander did. I was too excited to wait to hear about your date!

Hilary: That's really sweet, dear, but I'm, uh, I still need to do my makeup.

Ophelia: It looks done to me. It looks like how it looked in the selfie you sent me before your date. Did you not wash your face last night?

Hilary: I, uh…

Ophelia: Oh my Watcher, you let your date stay the night, didn't you? Hilary Pappas, you legend!

Hilary: Okay, fine. I don't usually sleep on the first date, not that I've had a first date in 20 years, but it… it felt right.

Ophelia: Hey, I'm not one to judge.

Ophelia: Is your date still here?

Hilary: Yes, but-

Ophelia: Ooooh, gotcha. Sorry, girl. We'll chat later. I'll duck out.

Before Ophelia can leave, she's interrupted by a very familiar voice.

Omari: Is that coffee ready, gorgeous? I'm still weak in the knees from last night.

Ophelia: Omari?

Omari: Ophelia?!

Hilary: You two know each other?

Ophelia: Omari was my therapist. She was your date?

Ophelia: Aww, you two are such a good match! You both love blazers!

Hilary: Yes, I'm sure our fashion preferences are why our mutual friend set us up. Please leave.

Ophelia: Hilari! I ship it!

Hilary: I'm not afraid to use the Send Home interaction on you.

#The Sims #The Sims 4 #The Sims 4 Legacy #The Lemon Legacy #TS4 #The Sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 #generation 1 #ophelia #xander #marshmallow #jace #greta #hilary #omari

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 1 year

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A Little More Time With You for a Calum fic bc you haven’t written for 5sos in a while 😊

Hi! Thanks for this!

Hmm--I feel like I could really ring the angst out for this one (because of course everything I write is angsty) . But I'm lowkey obsessed with this idea of two people who know the relationship is failing but don't want to let it go because they're too stubborn or too scared to let it go.

But I do think in a fic like this I'd want to write from Calum's perspective. He's opening up the photo album that he stored all the selfie's, memes sent, photos, screenshot of tweets. It's all about the relationship though. He's supposed to be clearing them out. But instead he ends up swiping through them all, remembering the context for each of them.

The photo taken at the beach where it rained on your picnic and crabs and seagulls stole bite of your food. The meme you sent of a couple arguing nose to nose with each other and giggling. You'd captioned it, "Next time we get angry with each other. We're doing this." All it had done was make the two of you giggle until your sides hurt. He has pictures from all the times you changed your hair or got it done. Pictures of you in store fitting rooms unsure of what to get. One picture is you showing off a pair of jeans with paint splatter on the thighs. you'd asked if it gave "too much I'm always in the pain section of Lowes and not enough I sit on the deck to paint" Calum told you to get them anyway because they'd be great for "the one thousand paint jobs you'll do on the office until it gets done right". He has pictures from when you met his parent, joined the guys on tour, dropped lunches off during recording sessions. There are so many fucking pictures.

I envision this fic in a lot of flashbacks. So each time he swipes it's a new memory to the audience but an old memory to Calum. Broken up by the date the photo or video was taken or sent before it dives into the full context.

But at the crux of this is Calum's hestitation. You were looking for more than he could give and Calum wasn't going to hold you back. Not someone like you. So the two of you agreed to spend one more night together. You were already in the process of moving out. When Calum was at the studio, but right before he'd get home, you'd leave work, pack up a few more boxes of stuff and head back to your apartment. The only signs that you'd been in the house were in the distant lack of something cooking or the aroma of take out and the holes in the closet and drawers and bathroom from where your stuff was steadily disappearing.

He was trying to clear out everything so that after tonight when you left in the morning, with final boxes, it'd be out of his system. But he couldn't hep but think that he'd always want jut a little bit more time with you.

He almost texts you not to come over. That it wouldn't be a smart decision, but by the time he works up the courage, you're ringing the doorbell. You hadn't given back your key yet. Not until all your stuff was gone.

Calum realizes it's been two and half hours of him swiping through the memories. He thinks as he locks his phone he can give a clean slate tomorrow, delete everything after the last night. Because right now his wish is granted. He's got one more night.

-H

Send me a fic title and a fandom (that I've written for) and I'll tell you what I would write!

#calum hood #5sos #fake fic title asks #asks games #calum hood fanfic #calum hood blurb

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dxfiedfxte-a · 2 years

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Minato’s 24th Birthday || Accepting for 24 hours

@bluescarfvivi sent: It wasn't too difficult finding out when her boyfriend's birthday rolled around. Many of his online fans already addressed the upcoming date of the paranormal investigator, which included fancams or selfies taken at the most random locations. The glitz and glam of popularity never suited her but Vivi always supported Minato in all his endeavors

Today, it would be special, for the two of them to fully enjoy Minato's special day. After sending him a text invitation to her apartment, the bluenette set out on her day of errands. Picking up certain foods he enjoyed, and nearly clearing the snacks section from her local grocer, or finding one last minute present perfect for her fellow ghost hunter. Time flew by without Vivi realizing the sun almost tucked beneath the horizon.

With a little help from her canine companion, everything was set. Just in time as Vivi greeted the boy in blue at her door. "Hold up!! Hold up! I need you to close your eyes, and keep them shut tight!" No peeking whatsoever. If he did comply, Vivi slipped a hand in his kneading her fingers through Minato's and gently guiding him inside her home. "Okay...aaaaaaaand OPEN!"

Displayed across her kitchen counter was a very large sheet cake with two lit candles stuck on either end. Customized to his liking as well! Little ghosts roamed across the icing message, all coming from the largely sculpted haunted house taking a corner of the cake. "Happy Birthday MinMin~! There's a lot more where that came from too!"

Presents, of course, awaited Minato on the couch. Two gifts, in smaller-sized boxes but each were crafted by Vivi's own hands. They were the best kinds of gifts, after all. The first was a small, jewelry sized box wrapped in blue paper. An official Mystery Skulls Investigation Team pin awaited Minato's curiosity, although it glimmered a shiny blue in the light. They worked together for so long on joint investigations, of course Vivi would consider him a part of her team even with him having a crew of his own. The second appeared slightly larger, and more elongated than the first. He would find a handknit scarf beneath wrapped tissue paper. A dark blue matching the wavy locks of his hair, patterned with little ghosts and stars all across the fabric.

"I thought we could have a night indoors for your birthday, considering you probably out all day celebrating." The girl smiled sweetly, squeezing his hand lightly and reaching out to kiss his cheek. "You can stay the night here too, I bet you're looking forward to some birthday cuddles with me~."

And so the day was finally here, the time of year that everyone celebrated their day of existence in the world, his birthday. Usually, whenever his birthday would come around, he never did anything special for it, especially in the past when he was a different person in his teenage years, although he did find worth in actually enjoying his birthday these days, in most cases, he was always too busy with work, even on his birthday. While he got a bunch of heartfelt birthday wishes from his dear friends through text and sometimes phone calls, even video calls, commonly through Facebook since he had an android smartphone, as he preferred those over apple iPhones.

After taking a look at his work schedule for the oncoming week and making a mental note of the locations he would be investigating in the new week, he felt his phone vibrate, curious, Minato pulls out his smartphone and sees that he had a text message, at first he thought it was another one of his old friends, until he saw the name on top the text chat in his contacts, it was from his girlfriend Vivi the lead investigator of Mystery Skulls, a fellow crew of Paranormal Investigators, and a group that him and his crew from Paranormal Quest had collaborated with on many investigations, in fact, his new season had at least five different locations where PQ and MSI did a joint investigation, and even more in the last season, which only helped strengthen their relationship even more over time, which lead to them being a happy couple ever since, the both of them were busy, but made time for each other whenever it was possible.

Reading the text, she had invited him over to her place, given that he hadn’t seen her since their last collaboration about a month or two ago, he was already excited to see her again. As preoccupied as their careers kept them, the two would always find time to spend together, those joint investigations being one of those examples, not only did they get to investigate together, but it also gave them a good excuse to see each other. Now that he thought about it, this would be the first time they saw each other outside of work in quite a little while, so he knew tonight would be special, even if her text appeared to sound casual, he knew that she likely had something planned, and he was ecstatic about seeing just exactly what it was.

Contact: Viv-Viv

Text: Hey babe, later tonight? Sure thing, it’s been a while since we last saw each other so I’m already looking forward to it. See you then Viv~ :Sent:

With his response sent, Minato prepared for the day, thankfully, this time he had no investigation to do today, though he did have a few interviews to attend today. One for a magazine called The Spook Weekly which featured a collection of eyewitnesses accounts of supernatural things they had experienced, as well as Paranormal facts, stories of urban legends and other stuff of the liking.

The second was a one hour podcast called The Haunted Insider which was a podcast where the hosts had several different guests from the Paranormal Investigation community come on and share their many harrowing experiences as well as looking back on their craziest investigations and other stuff. The third and final one for a YouTube account called Nightmares4Scares -- a popular channel within the Paranormal community who hosted other people in the field as guests, allowing them to share their views on the Paranormal community as a whole, as well as giving advice about things in that same realm and even took fan phone calls so they could get a chance to directly interact with their fans, and that was what pretty much consisted of hos work for the day.

Fast forward to several hours later, Minato had just finished appearing on the aforementioned channel. During the part with the fan phone calls, he had lost count of all the birthday wishes he had received, along with some touching words, most expressing their appreciation of the show and for all the hard work him and his crew at PQ put into their work and such. After the busy day was finally over, he texted Vivi letting her know that he was on the way before he got into his car, powered on the engine, buckled up, and turned out of his parking lot and began to make his way towards Vivi’s place, curious to see what exactly she had in store for his arrival, she had a habit of always going above and beyond.

[{ 🦋 }] - “Hey Viv-Vi--- huh? Oh! alright.”

Upon his arrival, as he said his greetings, she was quick to cut him off, putting her short stature in front of him to prevent him from entering, followed by instructions to close his eyes and keep them closed, not taking long to comply, he closed his eyes and let the tealnette guide him by the hand, through the doorway and towards the center of the apartment where he was finally allowed to open his eyes. As grey hues reopened, he was met with a large array of different foods, all being his most favorite ones, as well as two amazing gifts, and even a very fancy cake, one that one clearly customized to the tee.

While he was expecting a lot, there was no way he could have ever expected this much. The fact that she had done this all for him, put all her hard work into preparing things, and taking the time to give him these amazing gifts. For a few minutes, as his eyes took in everything, he was left speechless for a few minutes before he finally found the words, she really went all out this time.

[{ 🦋 }] - “All of this? Just for me? Wow Viv-Viv, I knew you had a lot planned, but not this much, I feel like a little kid on Christmas. Thank you so much Viv-Viv, really.”

Right away, he grabs the Mystery Skulls pin and puts it on his vest, grabbing hold of the handknit scarf, he looks it over, making sure he saw every bit of detail she put in it, if she had worked this hard on it, wanted to make sure he didn’t miss a single thing. After looking it over and taking in all the designs, he takes off his old teal-blue scarf, and replaces it with her handcrafted one. This was all so much, and just for him, she had really caught him off guard with this one, right now, he couldn’t be happier.

[{ 🦋 }] - “I wasn’t actually, just had a bunch of interviews to do today, my day was pretty busy, so a night in, sounds perfect.” The kiss on his cheek brings a smile to his face, instead of answering her question directly, he takes a much more direct response, since their hands were still joined, he pulled her closer to him, leaning in to plant a firm and passionate kiss on her lips and they met, prolonging it before parting, not hesitating to put his other arm around her, his free hand resting gently on her hip.

[{ 🦋 }] - “Oh yeah, but not just the cuddles. but the full experience too~” He playfully teases, giving her a little wink.

Tonight wouldn’t be just about him, it would be about them. He didn’t need some huge party with a lot of guests in a fancy venue, nope. Not at all, there was nothing better than spending your birthday with the person that mattered the most to you, the person that you truly loved, and right at this moment, Minato felt like the luckiest man alive, tonight, would be a night he would never forget.

#bluescarfvivi #I ᴡᴀs ʟᴏsᴛ - ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ I ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ - ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴅᴇʟɪᴄᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ʙʟᴜᴇ (Mɪɴᴀᴛᴏ x Vɪᴠɪ/Tʀᴜᴇ Bʟᴜᴇ)#Minato's birthday 2022 #ᴠ: Tʜᴇ Fᴏᴏʟ's Nᴇᴡ Bᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ (MAɪɴ/Pᴏsᴛ-P4UA)#Fᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ Mʏ OWN Fᴀᴛᴇ (IC)#//This was so cute!#//So I wanted to really take my time with this #//Not everyone can make Minato speechless like that -- Best girl Vivi 100%#//Thanks so much for sending this in #//I hope we can continue our adventures with these two blueberries soon!#long post

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sagaonline · 5 months

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my old friend and now

The other day, an old friend of mine sent me a message. I haven’t spoken to her in three years, so seeing her name pop up not only in my messages but also in my Snapchat notifications was a shock. she said that she missed me, and that she really didn’t want to drift apart after we finished high school, but things sometimes take turns that we don’t want or expect.

I didn’t reply for a while. I worked a whole shift before I had the courage to say anything. Why was she messaging me now, after three years? I suspected it was because I’ve recently graduated from university, and I posted my excitement for the next chapter of my life on social media. Was that some sort of unknown invitation for members of my past to come back to it?

When I did reply, I said I missed her too. Honestly, I don’t know if I did. It’s always been hard for me to regulate emotions, the teetering line of feeling too much and not enough. Normally, when I fall out with friends, I push any thought of them as far away as I can, too desperate to not feel fear and upset at the fact that they aren’t in my life anymore. It’s the same with her, I hadn’t really thought about her since we last spoke. But the moment I wrote those words, they were real. That ache that comes with missing someone flooded my chest, that feeling of loss because I’ve missed such a great deal of our lives.

I don’t know what she’s like these days, and we used to be best friends in high school. That scares me.

We had known each other all through high school, only really becoming super close in the last two years, and even more so in my senior year of high school. She was there for me when no one else was. We went to the mall together in our free periods and we sat together during our art classes, we hyped each other up for our major projects in Drama class, and she read all my essays with enthusiasm that even some teachers didn’t exhibit. I hosted tutoring sessions for classmates to help us through the final exams, and she attended every session, keen to learn things she already knew.

She asks what I’m doing with my life, congratulates me with my recent graduation.

“What’s the next step for you?” she says, well, types. This is all over messages. She tells me she works as an ‘EA’ (or, ‘the office bitch’ as she dotingly refers to it) in the city, and she works full time and can’t meet until after the twenty-second. I’m happy for it, but I’m secretly jealous at how her life seems so put together at twenty-one, and I feel like I’ve tripped off a cliff and I haven’t stopped falling for even a second.

“I’m going back for further study,” I reply. “I applied for my MA the other day, and I’m thinking of applying to work at our high school in the meantime. Full circle, and whatnot.”

“That’s so great! You’ve been talking about this for forever. I’m so happy and proud of you,” she replies. I don’t remember telling her about it when we spoke, but maybe I did. Another reason for me wanting to reconnect with her is because my memories of high school and elementary and everything in between are spotty. I guess, when I live in books and fictional worlds of the things I write, my own reality tumbles a bit.

I remember, when I was first accepted into university, she was the first person I told. It wasn’t the degree I ended up doing, or at the university I ended up going to, but it was something I was proud of and something I wanted to do at the time. I remember talking about that. It was for a school in the capital, working in forensic science majoring in chemistry and law. Crazy, comparing it to the degree I ended up studying (linguistics and language science). It felt like me, but I guess, linguistics is me now.

We organize to meet up on a random Sunday, a date we will finalise more closer past the twenty-second, and we call it a night. I didn’t expect to hear from her again, but she pops up. She sends me a snapchat selfie of her at work, she texts me about whether I moved for uni like I’d always planned to and she asks what I do for work.

“I actually have two jobs right now. I work in retail in plus size women’s fashion and I also edit novels and online publications and stuff,” I say. Compared to her fancy full time job, I feel a bit like a joke. Both my jobs are part time, and even though editing is something I love doing (hence, delving my life into reading and writing), it’s not good paying, and I work on one project every few months. Retail is a nightmare, as is any nightmare. It’s better than my last job, I tell myself with the intention of forcing myself to be happy for what I have. I used to work at a department store, and I had for five years before I left.

I didn’t actually reply to her until a few days after about my work. I don’t know why, but I delayed it. Me and messaging people isn’t the best combination. Something about the tangibility and immediateness of it scares me, I think. It’s not uncommon for me to not reply to someone for hours, if not, days on end. There’s a video on Snapchat she sent me that I still haven’t opened, which is even more nerve wracking for me.

When I did reply to her, it was in the early morning, and she replied a couple hours later asking if it was a store in our local mall. I replied that it was, and she said she was coming to say hello.

I haven’t seen her in three years, and she’s coming to my workplace for a quick catch up chat.

I get nervous when it comes to going to things I’ve known about for weeks, pre-prepared plans with my own family. Now, I’m meeting the girl I used to be friends with until we fell apart spontaneously, and I don’t feel a thing. I don’t feel nervous, or anxious, or nauseous like I usually do. I just feel like me, maybe a little bit excited. It’s not a feeling I’m used to. I walk around my small store for hours until she comes in. And when she does, I’m talking to my coworker who just started. And it’s not awkward.

She tells me she’s moving into the city with her partner. She tells me her salary and her plans to move up in the company. She tells me how much money her company has spent on their Christmas party, and all I can do is swallow and stare at her.

Her hair is different, shorter. Her face is different, like she’s grown into it, but it’s the same girl underneath. The same girl I had known for five years before we became inseparable in senior year. Her voice sounds the same, but she’s aged. She’s grown into this beautiful twenty-one year old and I look the same as I have since I was sixteen. It’s not that I feel jealous, I’m proud of her. It’s strange to see.

When we were in high school, we used to joke that she would stay in this shitty town forever, without a partner, and still in the same shithole department store she worked in. She’s outgrown this town, and I can’t find it in me to hate her for it or be jealous that it’s not me. In high school, she played guitar and she sang and she would paint pictures in art class about what she was feeling like when she listened to music. Now, she’s flourished and she’s about to move out with her partner and start a life in the city, far away from the small town we grew up in.

We haven’t had a chance to plan a proper-catch up just yet. Originally, when I thought she was still staying here in our town, I had recommended a cafe we had visited many times before. Now, we’re talking about a shopping mall that’s local to her new place, with expensive bougie food that requires at least three pictures before fork can even be placed near the plate.

And I find that I dont care. As long as I can spend time with her. We have a lot to catch up on. And I am nothing but excited.

Saga.

#journal entry #entry 1 #writing

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ruminate88 · 8 months

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We Both Loved Him

My biggest issue with my ex, Andrew, is we both loved him and there was no one to love me… not even me, sadly. I put Andrew’s needs before my own. He got me attached after his love-bombing and bread-crumbing. I never knew such things existed back then. I only knew there was a ton of “fog” between us but couldn’t seem to make sense of any of it. I was majorly obsessed with Andrew and when we weren’t texting, I was day dreaming of him and re-reading our old text and staring at pictures I had saved from Snapchat and Instagram! I was sick and Andrew was my drug!!! 🤒

After v-day of 2015, when Andrew first started to seem really cold towards me, I had a very bad feeling he was lying to me and cheating on me too but I was afraid to accept what my gut was telling me. Andrew now had me in what I believe to be the “devaluation phase” which lasted for a couple months!! He was still doing intermittent reinforcement too! At random times, Andrew would be super hot towards me and romantic but then turn around and ignore me for hours which eventually turned into days!! Sometimes I wouldn’t hear from him for 2/3 days, I would be sitting next to my phone crying and confused but then he would always randomly text me again with “Hey Babe 😘” and my heart would leap for joy!! I would always always text him back so excited but question what’s going on and he always had excuses to “how busy school is” and “how hard he’s studying.” Andrew would cry to me his parents were so strict and he was afraid to fail his classes….

Especially on weekends, I was most vulnerable. Most Friday nights he was at the fraternity house partying and would Snapchat me from there at like 3am with “hey” no emojis, nothing else just a selfie of him alone and I would wonder where was everyone else, why was he sitting alone at a party and why was he hiding me??? I would respond back to his snap but THEN he wouldn’t respond back again till later next day in the afternoon and tell me how tired he is…. I would try to understand hm and not push him because he had me walking on eggshells, afraid to push him away but I was starting to get fed up with waiting on him. I kept asking myself if he’s truly so “busy with school” and he still had 2 more years left, would I be able to handle it?

Eventually I started sending Andrew big long text, expressing my feelings about how I’m always waiting to get to talk to him and spend time but he’s seemingly so busy all the time. He cried to me every time how hard school was and how he didn’t think he was able to pass his classes and was worried to upset his parents. He made me feel sorry for him but he was also hurting me so much by constantly ignoring me and then randomly would show me attention and would be romantic when I least expected. He would always tell me he was sorry he was so busy that he was going to try to change and do better by me… NOTHING changed though. I would even ask him if he just wanted “to be friends only” so he could focus on school since he was “sooooo busy” but Andrew would always tell me I was his priority and he did not want to break up!! One day he had a snow day at school and I only knew it because he tweeted it… I was disappointed he hadn’t texted me back from the evening before. I waited and waited so beside myself THEN he randomly sent me a Snapchat of himself naked in his shower saying “hey babe, sorry I have been studying all day.” I tried to believe him and I was so excited he not only messaged me but sent me a nude too. Andrew also sent me another one and said “I missed you soooooo much!! I really wish you were here! I need a break from studying!” I thought we were gonna talk and cyber sex but then he took hours again to respond…. Clearly he was messing with me but I just didn’t understand it all.

One Sunday morning he text me that “he was going to be in a study group and not be on his phone” and was trying to tell me basically he needed to be away from me a few hours BUT the way he worded it, I thought for sure he was trying to say he needed space…. I freaked out because he had me attached, terrified to lose him and the way he was always ignoring me anyway, I just assumed he wanted space from me. I ended up sending him 2 and 3 long paragraphs about how I feel, how I fear he doesn’t love me and he’s too busy for me. I’m basically spilling my guts out to him, begging him for reasons to the rhyme. NOTHING was adding up to me or changing!! Andrew finally wrote back to me and said he was not trying to break up with me, he just wanted space while he was in his study group and told me I was his still his priority and he still didn’t want to break up HOWEVER, it really felt to me that he did. I felt he was not into me anymore like he was before V-day but I couldn’t quite explain it.

It got worse from there. Andrew’s responses to me got shorter, less, it was extremely hard to get him to spend any time talking to me and his snaps got less too. Still he would randomly turn around and be romantic again and cyber sex with me. At this point, I was really becoming drained because I felt all I did was sit tied to my phone waiting and praying for him to text me and then when he would, I was worried about what to say back. I was trying anything and everything to keep him interested in me but it was just too late!! He had been pulling away (which is what a narcissist does after love bomb) and nothing I could do to stop him!! I began to Google my brains out over him, trying to get answers. I had the horrible gut feeling that Andrew was cheating. I felt there was other girls involved but I couldn’t be for sure.

Then it was time for his exams and that’s all he talked about. He would cry to me he’s gotta study, so I would tell him to focus on it and that we could just be friends. That would upset him and he would say to me he doesn’t wanna do that but why can’t I accept how busy he is and basically just sit and wait … ? I would tell him I missed him and just wanted to be with him that I loved him and didn’t understand why that’s so bad but I would tell him I didn’t like how stressed he was to basically not dump all his stress on me and if he was too busy for me, dump me please. Don’t keep me hanging constantly but he would get more and more upset at me, typing in caps to me, saying he can’t help it that he’s not trying to purposely put his stress on me just that he’s afraid to fail his exams. He would try to make me feel bad and guilty and wanted me to be too nervous to break up with him because he would get extremely defensive towards me but yet wouldn’t have conversation with me, kept saying how he had to focus on studying for his exams. It was becoming too confusing for me and I was close to breaking down with him!! Nothing positive I said helped him and it didn’t matter how much I poured out my feelings for him, he was just upset all the time. Upset when I bothered him and upset if I tried to break up. I remember going back and forth with him one night he was telling me it was going to be a bad week at school that he doesn’t have time for anything outside of studying and homework and I begged him to spare me. Begged him to break up with me so he could free himself and he just got so defensive and wouldn’t apologize to me for the way he was making me feel so bad about myself BUT said he wasn’t trying to give me all his stress, basically said he didn’t know how to deal with his stress. I tried so hard to be loving and understanding but I felt he just wasn’t accepting my help. Just treating me like “you don’t understand how hard college is” type deal.

I googled him like mad crazy trying to get answers. I had found his mom’s Facebook too and had been stalking it because she had so many baby pictures of Andrew AND I was trying to understand who Andrew was. His mom appeared normal to me at the time and the family photos she posted seemed normal too!! I was beyond worried and confused who Andrew was and what was his intentions!! I finally confessed to him one night that I found his mom’s Facebook, that I had been looking at his baby pictures AND HE FREAKED OUT! I was so shocked. He told me I had no business looking at her Facebook and that I was not allowed to add her as a friend!!!!!! I told Andrew that I didn’t even use Facebook, I was only looking at it for fun. He then said it was ok BUT told me he was not ready for “all that”. Even though I’m supposed to be his girlfriend and he doesn’t ever wanna break up, yet I’m not allowed to view his moms Facebook?? It was weird… Worse, I could sense he was still upset about it and I APOLOGIZED FOR IT!!! (How stupid was I???) Andrew told me that it was ok but that I scared him over it all but he wasn’t upset even though he freaked out towards me and promised me everything was fine. It didn’t feel fine though, he felt ice cold to me and I wasn’t sure how long I could last. It felt like he was making the relationship miserable. 🥺

I had been crying to my online friends how much I worried Andrew was lying to me and cheating on me but I wouldn’t leave him. Andrew consistently promised me he didn’t wanna break up that everything was going to get better but it never did and I found myself on the edge. One of my friends from Seattle, named Bri, kept saying I shouldn’t trust him and I should know for sure if he’s cheating. She even said she would text him for me to find out the truth but I asked her please don’t do that to let me figure it all out myself. Naturally Bri went against my wishes and started texting Andrew behind my back trying to get answers for me. She ended up texting him off and on for A WHOLE MONTH behind my back and I had no idea about it. I was completely in the dark.

next came the “discard phase” and it was super messy and brutal 😢 It will be hard to talk about in my next post because it makes no sense and it’s super hurtful but it’s part of my story!!

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1 n 3 n 19 n 31 n 50 for the oc asks !!!!

THIS GOT SO LONG IM SO SORRY HAVDJVS

1.First oc ever ?

I’m gonna have to pass this one to good ol’ Leader Decrose. I REFUSE to get into the backstory of how he came about, but in this old world I never dive in anymore, he’s like ? A refuge i suppose ? A set of four characters (including my self insert) were based on cards and his was the diamond.

3.Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else ?

Odd situation but I GUESS ?? There’s a few but one I like is named Polaris and they’re like. a dying star. And their big brother figure is Cyrus, aka cc who thought the key to transitioning was dismembering yourself and using dark magic on a lifesize frakenstein doll he made.

They work in a fucked up lab but like, fucked up as in goofy as hell. They’re so silly (:

19.Introduce a character that means a lot to you and why

*SLAMS JACE IN FRONT OF YOU* I love him an insane amount.

Jace Luong was away when the apocalypse striked, lost his daughter thag he blames himself for (but he could never save her anyway), accidentally shot a guy and had to step down from his military position, more for his mental sake than anything, ended up using his best friend, and that last one sounds so bad. and it is. But it is for this Reason that makes me shake him like GRRRR I LOVE YOU. WHY DID YOU DO THAT oh yeah i’m the author loll !!

Because the point of Jace is that. He wants to help so fucking bad but he keeps Messing It Up. He is not evil and I cannot say that enough—he is very “the means justifies the ends” but that does Not mean he doesn’t feel bad for using Noah as a lab rat. When Noah came back to KILL HIM he cried because someone Came Back For Him, even if it was to kill him.

I don’t wanna take up too much space but it’s because he’s not evil just severely fucked up from losing his daughter and the life of being in a world filled with zombies that he’s trying to rush to make some sort of cure, so he can save people, so that people can live again instead of just survive, but he goes about it in a horrible way that, honestly, was probably inevitable.

He’s special to me because he’s a fuck up, but he’s genuinely really really trying. He is not a good person, though.

(also if he was a tma avatar he would be of The Lonely or Eye and that’s so silly)

31.Pick an oc and explain what their Tumblr blog would look like.

I’m going to go with RAYNE because he probably DOES use Tumblr, knowing him. His layout is green but also he’s probably using the Goth/Rave color pallet because he thinks the colors are nice and he’s a 3 am user so that dark mode comes in handy. His pfp is like, his favorite pokémon but with a ditto face.

He reblogs pokemon stuff—screenshots, fanart, memes, etc and he’s Definitely gotten into discourse abt the best game. Also he’s totally a Nightvale listener so throw in some Nightvale posts. I think he reblogs a lot of shitpost art but also just art in general.

And of course, the occasional cat photo and tumblr trademark textposts.

50.Give me the good ol’ oc talk.

I WAS GONNA TALK ABOUT NOAH & CO. BUT I ALWAYS TALK ABOUT THEM so here’s the MoMOF crew, named after the lemon demon song “Mask of my Own Face”

It’s a classic high schoolers sci fi horror story, think stranger things except without mike bc i hate him (did not finish watching stranger things)

Basically, six kids, Rayn, Rowan, Alex, Ash, Zach and Winston are friends ! Yippee ! Average middle/high schoolers.

And one night, Rayn and Rowan (dating) are just hanging out. Rowan is conked the fuck out at Rayn is gaming on his DS, and then he gets a text from Alex saying “Dude, why tf are you outside it’s like 2 am ???” and Rayn is confused outta his mind.

“Wdym i’m literally at home rn.”

Alex attaches a photo, a shot looking thru the blinds of their window of what looks to be Rayn.

Rayn sends a selfie back of the Charmander he just leveled up and Rowan fast asleep.

And it Can’t be him if he just sent that photo, because the beanie he always wears was handmade by Asher himself—whos this guy ?!?

naturally, they text everyone, everyone’s yelling in a vc and was NOT asleep like they should be, and Rayn gets the FANTASTIC idea to go and see who the person is. Alex is yelling that they will personally stab Rayn if he does.

He does anyway.

and they’re too far away now for Alex to see, but they’re watching their phones and when Rayn finally approaches the other Rayn the camera flips and it is missing Half Of It’s Face and then Rayn hangs up.

And they Cannot Find Him.

So for weeks they are searching for Rayn and are scared out of their wits about Why there were Two and they told the police, but they don’t believe them all too much.

But Rowan finds him one night, at the edge of the forest. Half of his face looks tk have been torn away and his hat and coat is gone and he looks run ragged but oh. Oh no.

That’s the real Rayn.

And it turns out, the Rayn they’d been staying with recently was a clone.

And he’s babbling about something, saying they “Can’t trust Winston”

And at the same time, Rowan gets a call. And Zach sounds like he’s running for his life, because Winston cannot talk, let alone sing, and Zach heard them whispering the lyrics to a song he doesn’t know, and ran for it.

So, while they found Rayn, they now don’t know where the real Winston is. And it’s kinda all about not trusting each other but also wanting to stay together because What If Someone Else Gets Taken, and they can’t trust anyone at All because they won’t believe them, and they could be more clones.

Other stuff happens; Ash is going kinda insane, Alex, as the eldest, feels like they have to be the parent of the group because god they’re falling apart and they can’t stand to see it, Zach doesn’t know if the things he’s catching on camera are real or not, and there’s also an almost murder and also arson !! Both by the kids (:

It’s a fun world i like to play around with because the kids dynamics are all super fun <3

#this got so long 💀#jace is my residential wet cat he IS my favorite oc sorry i play favorites #but the MoMOF crew is so silly too (: i don’t indulge in them nearly as much tho #thank you for the ask !!!!!#oc #ocs #oc ask game #yetanotherOCmeme #I FORGOT TO ADD TWS #tw death #tw child death #tw murder #tw mild gore #tw violence

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