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hello! my name is bear and i write reader insert fanfics. i’m taking a bit of a break from social media but not a break from writing, so i decided to move to a blog solely based on writing. i’m also going to school for writing, so i want to practice and post more.

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after you have read those and you want to submit a request, click this link. i attach the fic to the ask so don’t be alarmed if i don’t respond right away! i will tag this post with some things i feel like writing now. 

actually if you squint its all the imf x reader, but with a focus on benji and ethan. i just wrote this because i’ve been having a hard couple of days.

also requests are open! please read my about before sending one though! check out @bisexualbearwrites to see my previous work!

You were minding your own business, sitting at the hotel room’s desk typing up a report on the mission you all were wrapping up, when you felt a hand duck under your chin and tilt your face up and to the side. You glare a little bit at Ethan, who is examining your face.

“Do you mind?” you asked, mildly annoyed.

“You’ve been crying,” Ethan states. At this, you jerked your head out from his grasp and turn back to your computer.

“You don’t have to point it out.” Biting your lip, you add “Is it that obvious?”

“Benji noticed.”

Sighing, you hid your face in your hands. “So it’s super obvious. Well, at least he noticed something about me…but why couldn’t it have been, oh, I don’t know, how nice I look in blue?”

“Actually he likes you best in red.”

“Seriously?!” you asked excitedly, peeking out at Ethan between your fingers. He’s always teasing you about your crush on Benji.

Just then Benji and Luther returned to the room.

“You guys ready to go home? Brandt’s waiting in the van,” Luther said cheerfully, ruffling your hair before grabbing his suitcase.

“God, yes,” you said, slamming your laptop shut and jumping up from your chair. You went to grab your bag but Benji reached it before you could. “Oh, you don’t have to -” you started, but he cut you off.

“Don’t worry about it.” He smiled at you and you had to fight your face from flushing.

The rest of the men left the room while you gathered up your phone and its charger from the night stand and Benji shut the door behind them. 

“I actually wanted to talk to you, [Name],” Benji said softly.

You glance between him and the door. “You realize we’re in a hotel with paper thin walls, right?”

“Then let’s talk quietly, away from the door.” He gently touched your elbow and led you to the window on the opposite side of the room.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, looking up into his blue-gray eyes.

“That’s what I wanted to ask you, actually.”

You shift uncomfortably. “Nothing’s wrong, I’m fine.”

“Come on, [Name].”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Benji.”

“Then is there something I can do to make you feel better?”

“You can lose when we play Mario Kart on the plane.” He rolls his eyes at this but it also earns you a slight chuckle.

“But seriously, [Name], you know that all of us would do just about anything for you, right?”

“Yeah,” you say, smiling at him.

“Good,” he says, and he moves like he’s going to hug you, but just gives you an awkward shoulder pat instead.

Part 1

Summary:  Two weeks after waking up with no recollection of the people and ship around you, you take your future in your hands and try to piece together your past and the events that lead up to you losing your memory of the last five years. This means finally meeting Scotty, the man you just learned is your husband.

Word Count:  1,138

Author’s Note:  This is my first series that I’m posting on here! Please let me know what you think, I really love getting feedback.

Table of Contents Here

Scotty looked up at exactly the wrong moment. Jim made a joke and the whole table burst into laughter, including you. Your beautiful eyes crinkled up and your unapologetic smile bared your gleaming teeth. You simply shone.

Scotty couldn’t even bring himself to laugh when you laid your hand on Jim’s arm, steadying yourself as you calmed. Scotty’s heart clenched painfully.

And then there was Jim, that bastard, not that it was his fault, leaning in and laughing with you, tickled to make you smile so beautifully.

Scotty mumbled an excuse and stood, dropping his napkin on his tray and leaving the table at a steady stumble, trying to navigate through the pounding of blood in his ears.

The hallway rang with silence as the mess hall doors closed behind him.  Scotty looked up and down the hall, completely lost. He’s walked every single hall of this wonderful ship with you on his arm and now… what’s a man to do without you? How could he possibly move on and find some semblance of peace when you were in there laughing like that with Kirk of all people? Captain Fucking Perfect Hair with all his goodman charm and warmth…

“Scotty?”