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angel ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁) ! 23 ! only write fem reader ! requests open, but may go unanswered depending on inspo + what’s asked ! minors DNI ! do not do tag lists ! mha masterlist ! nobody’s soldier masterlist ! vanishingstarrswp !
phm on digital ?! oh, nobody’s soldier, we’re SO back
i’ve disappeared… hi :)
guyssss i’ve been so busy so i haven’t been able to write but i promise i’m gonna set aside some time this week to work on nobody’s soldier,, also wanna work on another update for the dennis fic
and when whitaker got in the car… oh, baby, i was heated, not only that but the audacity of that woman to make him drive after a 15hr shift… like girl that’s a danger to all three of y’all + making him work on the farm still ?! whitaker, baby, stand UP, eye— u do not need to play daddy on top of everything alr going on with u, sir, u need to set some boundaries and stop being so nice, i’m tired of people like him getting taken advantage of, ugh, like i am genuinely SICK, and to amy, are u not embarrassed, girl ?! ur husband JUST died less than a year ago ( why aren’t we mourning, girly pop ?? ) and here u come smiling and shit while picking up whitaker in front of all his coworkers, in front of robby, who treated ur husband and we’re not even the slightest bit mortified, hello ?? i hate this plot line idc idc idc
guyssss how are we feeling abt that episode
going to bed thinking about adult!zuko tn…
i haven’t finished aot yet but like levi ackerman,, right… righttttt
just saw we’re shipping mel w shen and i like that 10x better than mel and frank sue me idc and also mellis is top tier for me but this shen thing has potential fa
so who should get the next chapter bc i simply cannot decide and i have a migraine too so pls help me
nobody’s soldier, r. grace
goodnight n go, d. whitaker
too sweet, j. abbot
Hi! Could you please put your fics behind a "read more"? It's a LOT to scroll past in the tags... Thank you, and keep writing!
each fic that has more than one chapter has a masterlist that’s linked in my pinned post <3
respectfully can y’all stop asking me to tag u in the next part or add u to the tag list 😭 i don’t do that guys i’m sorry pls it’s under everything i post and it’s so annoying i’d rather hear what y’all thought of the post instead like i love the excitement and all but it’s just…
need to be passed around the pitt like a blunt
i want trinity and dennis fighting over me so baddd, or fuck it they can both have me at the same damn time
he’s my white feather hawk tail deer hunter ( abbot )
having sugar daddy abbot thoughts
…hey 🫣🤭🙂↕️
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too sweet ( jack abbot x reader, sugar daddy!abbot + midnight ballerina!reader, yes gawdd, i haven’t been able to stop thinking abt this concept ever since that slutty ass “i’ll pay for it” like PLS he knew good & well what he was doing when he said it like that 🙂↕️ )
You weren’t sure when he’d started coming in, but after noticing him once, you’d started to become acutely aware of whenever he was back.
He was the very definition of tall, dark, and handsome.
Always alone, he never made too much of a fuss. He was there when you first came out, standing and watching from a quiet corner with his arms crossed over his chest and a small smirk playing on his lips, he was quick to leave right as you left the stage. He never lingered. Never stayed for more than just your set, a part of you was slightly disappointed, and you didn’t know why.
You sighed as you got ready in the dressing room, sitting on the floor in front of one of the long mirrors while some of the girls came and went. You had earbuds in, losing yourself to the music and quietly humming along when a hand fell on your shoulder and pulled an earbud free. Salomé, who went on stage before you, gave you a smug look and a your heartbeat spiked. You swallowed nervously,“What is it? Do I have to rush?”
She kicked off her heels and sat beside you,“No, you’re on as usual. The girls are out doing their thing.”
“Then?” You picked up your lipstick.
“Mmm, no.” Salomé took it, digging around your makeup pouch for a different shade,“This one, you have to go big if you want to impress your galán.” (“Beau”)
You scoffed,“He isn’t my anything.” Nevertheless, you allowed her to apply the dark red lip on for you.
“He’s here early.” She noted,“Noticed him during my set, but he didn’t look up once. Just sat there on his phone, waiting and sulking. Saw one of the girls go up to him once I was done, but he didn’t even acknowledge her.”
“That’s kinda rude.” You frowned.
“Nope, just that he only has eyes for you.” She gave you that look again, the one she had when she first came up to you a few odd minutes ago.
“He’s like double my age, maybe even older.”
“Tú y tus peros.” (You and your buts.”) Salomé rolled her eyes, leaning in to whisper,“You know he’s your type.”
“It’s frowned upon.” You added another ‘but’,“And I have better things to worry about, like my thesis! I need to focus and figure out what I’m going to write it on. Why don’t you ever help me with my school stuff?”
“Because that’s no fun.” She pouted,“Plus you know I dropped out of high school, I’m not smart enough to even offer my input on that kind of stuff.”
“We both know that’s a lie.” You scoffed.
Salomé may have dropped out of high school when she found out she was going to become a mother, but she’d kept up her studies from home, and you knew for a fact she was well read, lugging around thick nonfiction books in her bag to read in between sets. Like you, she performed various throughout the night, the only difference was that she gave around four and was a seasoned favorite. You gave two and that was because you’d accumulated a crowd over the last few months you’d been here. It wasn’t atypical, but none of the other girls were offered more than one dance and spent the majority of the night on the floor, collecting extra tips while helping as servers. You knew the occasional girl offered lap dances, but no one ever had to do anything they didn’t want to, and that was the main reason you’d wound up on this club over any other.
The owner had class, and expected the utmost respect for the girls who worked at the club. There was plenty of security posted up at various points throughout the building, and it was because of this that you felt completely safe. It also helped that your boss was a woman, she got it in a way that a man never could.
“You should talk to him!” Salomé encouraged further as you walked past her chair as she was reapplying some powder, she’d smacked your butt lightly.
You rolled your eyes and left the room.
The lights were dimmed as you stepped out onto the platform, you were familiar enough with it by now that you easily found your place by the pole. You took a deep breath and waited, the spotlight clicked on and shone brightly down on you as the sultry music began.
It wasn’t often that you looked out at the crowd, but today, because you knew he was here, you did.
Cheers erupted as you scanned the expanse of the room slowly, and then you met his eyes. He was sat in his usual spot, unaccompanied and entirely entranced by you. You didn’t know why, but that fact pleased you— it also emboldened you just a tad.
Just like you had earlier when getting ready, you lost yourself in your routine. Your movements were well coordinated and perfectly timed to the music, you allowed your mind to think of nothing but the steps as you prepared to throw in something new. You scaled the pole once more, right at the end, and arched yourself downward, allowing one last moment of relaxation before going into the splits and holding the position.
Once more, your usual patrons cheered.
You met his gaze once more as bills flew in your peripheral, and you held it as you lowered back down, hips moving freely as you finished off your song.
He was unblinking as he watched, and a small smirk played at your lips as you walked off stage.
“That was so hot!”
“Oh, my god, I absolutely NEED you to teach me that last move!”
“Someone’s been practicing!”
“My jaw hit the floor, girl!”
“Sexy, sexy ladyyyy!”
You giggled, allowing the compliments flow over you as you made your way back to the dressing room. The girls here were your biggest supporters, and not one was ever fake. Another one of the things that made this job a no brainer, an all female and a non-hostile environment? Plus you had student loans to pay off and in no other job would you ever make a dent before graduating and getting a job in your field.
A sigh of relief left your lips as you grabbed a place at a chair this time, taking the same robe from earlier and tying it into place at your hips.
You were focused on reapplying a little bit of the makeup you’d sweated off when an assortment of laughs and whispers caught your attention. You stood up, walking over and stopping by the curtains that kept everything in the back hidden from view,“What’s going on?”
“Oh!” A younger girl by the name of Blake turned around, blushing like they got caught,“We were just watching Lyra try and woo your man, but it’s no use, he totally turned her down again.”
“Again?” You were allowed into the throng of bodies as you peeked through the curtain yourself.
Lo and behold, Lyra was walking away with a sad puppy dog look on her face when she caught you guys staring and you shoved the curtain closed once more.
The girls broke out into giggle fits again and you rolled your eyes as you stepped in front,“For the last time, he’s not my man, and he doesn’t just come here for me.”
“You sure about that?” Salomé came over with your water bottle in hand, seems she’d gotten you a refill,“Why don’t you go ask him? That way they can all stop wasting their time trying to entice the poor guy.”
You scoffed as a few of the other girls agreed quietly.
“You know what? Fine! I will.” You shoved past them, going down the stairs that led to the main floor.
As you walked you shook your head various times, raising a hand and declining a few offers. You swallowed, but your throat was completely dry as you stopped a few steps from where he was sitting. Fuck, you thought, he’s totally my type. Tall, curly gray hair, big hands…
Think of something witty to say, you demanded.
“Come here often?”
You loser! That’s not cool or even original!
He immediately put his phone down, meeting your eyes for a short second before not so subtly trailing them down your body. The sheer red robe did a terrible job at hiding the lacy black lingerie you’d been wearing during your dance earlier, and up close it was a lot easier for you to become shy. You felt your cheeks warm.
“Only on my days off.” He finally responded.
Fuck, he has a hot voice too, you noted.
You leaned against the bar top, hoping to feign confidence as you glanced back at him,“Funny… those always seem to coincide with my days on.”
He smirked, coming the slightest bit closer,“Glad to know I’m not missing anything.”
“Actually, I’ve been recently given a second time slot.” You peered at his drink, which he extended toward you in silent invitation, you shook your head. Not yet.
He seemed to understand, motioning over the server and turning to you to put in your request.
“Club soda and lime.” You told her with a smile, and she gave you a devious one in return while she went to go grab it.
“Not a big drinker, I take?” He asked.
You shrugged,“Freshly twenty two, I’ve tried it, but I’m not really a fan to be honest.”
You thought you might’ve heard him whisper a damn, but you weren’t sure as you took your drink and turned back around to face him.
“You in college?” A nod. “Paying off your debt one dance at a time?”
A laugh slipped past your lips,“Something like that...”
You took a slow sip of your drink, watching him over the rim of the glass before asking outright,“Do you really only come here for me?”
He leaned nearer still, his finger trailed your lower lip as he caught a small droplet that hadn’t made it into your mouth and brought it to his own,“What do you think?”
“I think…” You couldn’t take your eyes off his lips now that he’d brought your attention to them with that little move,“You’re here whenever I work, without fail you only seem to tune in when I step out… and the girls claim you always turn them down whenever they make their rounds and try to appease to you.”
A deep chuckle reverberated in the minuscule space between the two of you. He was so alluring.
“What’s your name?”
You gave it with no hesitation, barely even a second between his question and your answer. “And you?”
“Jack. Abbot.” He smirked.
A voice called your name and you turned quickly, your balance faltering in the extremely high heels you wore. A pair of strong hands on your waist held you steady, and a smooth whisper resulted in a shiver down your spine.
“Easy.”
“You’re on again in five!” Clover was saying.
“What about Salomé?!” You called back.
She shook her head,“Family emergency, you’d better hurry up, I think Maeve might want you to go back to back to make up for the loss.”
You nodded, turning back to him once more,“Duty calls, will you be staying?”
He shook his head,“Gotta go.”
“Work?” You couldn’t help letting a pout take over, for some reason you really wanted him to stay.
“Mhm.”
His hands were still on your hips and you felt his finger slide under the material of your robe, light and heavy at the same time. His touch felt like a feather across your skin, but his presence was strong and possessive.
“Will you come back?” You sounded very breathy all of a sudden, you were glad he was still holding on to you.
“You gonna keep dancing like that for me if I do?” He spread his palm across the expanse of your lower back and you gasped. “Hm?”
All you could manage was a small nod.
He smirked as he stood from the bar and leaned in close to whisper into your ear,“Good girl.”