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synopsis: y/n is an up and coming influencer, who has established her own with thriving youtube channel and podcast. when she releases a new episode with her new co-host and special guests, things get messy.
a rafe cameron smau! |part eight| part nine |part ten|
a/n: This is a long one for you guys :) thank you to @ivysprophecy @kimoralov3 for letting me annoy the shit out of you as i bounce ideas off of y'all.
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12:30Â
Cleo: so Rafe, you did a recent shoot with loewe.Â
Y/n: [you bite your lip subtly] oh my god yeah, i remember hearing Sarah talk about it. you looked really good.Â
Rafe: oh yeah? [he raises his eyebrow] thank you. it was really fun, the crew and photographer were great. iâve always wanted to do a shoot with them and i was so grateful when i got the chance.Â
Rafe: i know itâs yallsâ podcast but if you could work with any brand, which would it be?Â
Cleo: easy, easy man. either gucci or miu miu.Â
Y/n: i think for me it would probably be ysl or prada.Â
Rafe: yeah, youâd be a prada girl? [he asks cockily]
Y/n: yeah, havenât you seen me rock a pair of prada sunnies. i always serve face. [you smile and then give a model face to him and cleo]Â
Cleo: that is correct. my girl always looks good, especially in prada.Â
Rafe: oh, i have no doubt. [he smiles at you brightly]
26:45
Y/n: [laughing at something Rafe said before hand]
Cleo:[smirks] so rafe, we have this recurring segment of this show called âbe mineâ and itâs where we ask the guest, whatâs their ideal type or what they are looking for in a relationship.
Y/n: [stops laughing and is subtly looking at Cleo with bewilderment]Â
Cleo: and since we donât have more than one guest today, y/n will share with you!Â
Y/n: [looks at Cleo with a look of confusion] i will?Â
Cleo:[gives her look]Â
Y/n: i guess i will be today.Â
Rafe: [chuckles at your reaction] i have only been in two really serious relationships and they were both totally different experiences. the first person i'm really good friends with still but that relationship taught me all the things i did want like someone adventurous, kind, and someone who can communicate. in this life we live in the media. i never wanna be the last person to know something about my partner. i think from my last relationship we were very private and i didnât really mind it but sometimes i wanted to share cute photos of them⊠[he shifts in the chair and manspreads a bit]
Cleo: [she looks at you and gives you a smirk at the mention at photography]
Rafe (continued): especially since i really like film photography and really i couldnât share my photos, so i wanna find someone who's comfortable with that for sure. and by no means do i think i am perfect, i think i got somethings to work on but those are just somethings that are really important to me. [he finishes speaking and looks at you for your reaction.]
Cleo: [is smirking in her seat] damn model boy knows what he wants.Â
Rafe: [laughs] sometimes if you want something you just gotta put it out there. [he shrugs and smirks]
Cleo: ya know y/n here loves film photography? has a whole account dedicated to it too.
Y/n: [your eyes blunge out hoping sheâd be quiet] yeah, i do but itâs nothing.Â
Rafe: [smirks and leans forward and places his elbow on the chair arm and places his chin on his knuckles] itâs not, nothing. itâs cute, sweetheart. [he gives you a kind smile] so, what are you looking for? [he points with his chin to you]
Y/n: um⊠i agree with a lot of what race has to say. i especially feel the same about communication, in my last relationship there was a really big lack of it and that along with cheating was the end of our relationship.Â
Rafe: [frowns at the mention that you have been cheated on]
Y/n: So now i think i need someone who is willing to take things slowly and understand that it takes me a second to trust their intentions. but i also really want someone who likes to travel because i love traveling and seeing new places. also my friends have to give the stamp of approval because they are everything to me. [you smile at cleo]
Y/n: but my ideal type, i donât know, tall, kind, intelligent, passionate, empathetic, and i donât think it would hurt anyone if he was pretty on the eyes either.[you smile widely]Â
Rafe: i think it's really raw and real of you to talk about trust in that way because i feel the same way.Â
Cleo: you two have a lot in common huh?Â
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Biggest Fan Pt 1 - CL16
Requested by @nina-or-anna-or-nora "Heyy!! đ I saw you were asking some requests so I have one for an Smau!! (If you want to do it ofc) I was thinking about the reader being kinda like Sabrina or Olivia (a performer) and then Charles being like her biggest fanđ€just a super cute fluffy thing and he goes to every show he can or posts her and stuffđ„č"
AN - Had so much fun writing this SMAU for you! Don't be afraid to send in requests that aren't apart of the Pizza Menu! I love Sabrina but I'm not a die hard fan so I have no idea how many outfit changes she has or the order she performs so if it's a little messed up I apologize! Also LMK if you wanna see me do this with more drivers and make it a little series of the drivers being head over heels for their girl friend!
Summary: Just Charles being in love with Y/N... and basically everyone in the F1 community!
Charles insta stories over the fall break
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Charles instagram
Liked by landonorris, youruser, carlossainz, and 2,090,513 others
charlesleclerc We're ready for you Austin ft. Y/N and all the fan gifted hats that will make an appearance this weekend tagged carlossainz and youruser
user5 I love how he makes a post for work and still finds a way to get Y/N in there
user6 your honor... it's them. It's always them!
youruser I'm ready to be back in my home soil!
user7 I constantly forget our girl is from the US charlesleclerc you mean MY girl user8 Charles will never learn to share charlesleclerc not when it comes to MY Y/N youruser alright calm it down you charlesleclerc yes maam
user9 I hate feeling single but I do love you guys!
carlossainz Will I ever get a post with just us?
user10 Carlos... they're a package deal user11 If I don't expect anything less, you shouldn't either youruser damn... catching strays carlossainz Y/N I thought we were friends!
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Your insta story
user12 how does it feel to be living my dream
carlossainz he's been smiling at his phone for 10 minutes because you posted him
youruser I love knowing he loves me as much as I love him
user13 his eyes
charlesleclerc that's one lucky man
youruser he really is!
user14 I love the way you guys love each other
landonorris you guys disgust me with how cute you are together
youruser you wish this was you huh? landonorris I miss when you were to shy to interact with us... kinda a meanie youruser you'll learn to survive
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your Instagram
Liked by charlesleclerc, yourbff, oliviarodrigo, and 3,092,172 others
youruser Thanks for the warm welcome home... see you in a few weeks for Vegas!
Look for a surprise tomorrow around noon YeeHaw time!
charlesleclerc Ooooo I wanna know the surprise
user18 I can't believe I have notifications on and Charles is still here before me
charlesleclerc you snooze you lose! gotta be quicker than that! youruser love you need to be a bit nicer! user18 no this is on me... I should know no matter how much I love you Charles just loves you that much more! user19 I'm sobbing at this! Charles is so unhinged when it comes to Y/N
landonorris Can I also know the surprise
charlesleclerc NO!
user20 YeeHaw time is SENDING me! For anyone confused she's talking about CST
user21 THANK YOU! It makes so much sense now that you've explained but as a non F1 Y/N fan I didn't realize she was in Texas haha
user22 I love their height difference. I forget just how SMALL Y/N is.
Your Insta Story
charlesleclerc I can't wait to watch you!!
user23 HOLY SHIT! I can't fucking wait!
user24 omg! I'm so excited for this!!
landonorris: I hope you have a ticket saved with my name on it!
youruser: I do including the rest of the grid... spread the word pleaseeee
user25: Oh to be in the US rn to experience this concert! I just know it's gonna be amazing
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Charles Insta story during the show
Max's Insta story during the show
Youruser: Max! hahaha you had me cracking up in the first slide... then tearing up through laughter in the second. Thank you so much for finding time in your title fight to support!
maxverstappen1: I wouldn't have missed it! Had to see what all the hype was about. Please invite me again
Grid Members Stories (Lando, Carlos, Oscar, Yuki, Liam, Franco)
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Read buttermilk today and now @ceilidho got me on that babysitter grindset⊠but what if I freaked it up a little.
cw: age gap (reader is around 21 and Soap is like 29ish), something sorta flirting with/on the edge of fauxcest due to a sibling-like bond, so Iâm gonna tag it as such just in case.
Before Johnny enlisted, heâd only ever had one paying job.
Taking care of you.
About eight years your senior, your mom decided to go back to working when you were around 4 and he was on the cusp of 13. And for 5 years (an eternity to a kid like you) he was your best friend in the world. Would get out of school, walk to the elementary school to get you, bring you home, and hang out until whenever your parents got off of work.
And the boy was devoted. Didnât mind that he had to put off hanging with his friends till the weekend. Didnât mind making your snacks or watching silly kids movies. Didnât mind when you asked him to play pretend veterinarian with you, and he had to lay down and act like a really sick horse. And you loved him.
The first time your parents took you on a vacation and you realized he wouldnât be there? You were so mad. As mad as a 4 year old can be.
Youâre embarrassed when you cry at the news that heâs enlistingâ at age 10 youâre not supposed to cry anymore, youâre a big girl. He hugs you so tight, early in the morning before he has to go.
His folks move during his first tour. There isnât an anchor to bring him back to you for a very long time. Over a decade, as it turns out.
Heâs getting ready to go on leave when he gets a callâ his mum buzzing with some kind of gossip as usual.
âYouâll never guess who I saw down at Sainsburyâsââ
Your university happens to be in the town his family moved to. He has his own place now of course, but he likes to keep close to them.
His first night back and his mum is beside herselfâ trying to get the place nice, because youâre joining them for dinner. Johnny never even considers that when you come to the door, youâre not the little girl he left tearing up on her parents porch.
He has to remember to close his mouth at the sight of you. His dad offers you a beer for fuckâs sake. Heâs amazed at how much has changedâ but also, how much is the same. The curve of your nose, and bubble of your laughter, the way your eyes widen with interest.
You happen to be on break right now. So of course, he ends up unwittingly spending all of his leave with you. You were always a funny kidâ youâre a lot funnier now that you can swear. And you were always cute but now youâre so⊠pretty.
And he is not a fucking fan of the kind of attention it gets you. The way guys look at you when youâre sitting alone, waiting for him at a coffee shop. How your phone goes off at least once every 20 minutes, and itâs almost always âthis guy from your classâ. He tells himself that itâs just because he was responsible for you for so longâ that heâs just having trouble shaking that off. He just remembers when you were so innocentâ he doesnât wanna see you get chewed up and spit out by college boys.
And he keeps finding himself falling into old patterns. Making you stay still so he can wipe your mouth after having a bit of a messy danish. Holding your hand tight when youâre in a busy place, crossing any streets. Having you tell him what you want so he can order things for you. Picking you up so he can hear you giggle and tell him to put you down.
He tells himself that when he touches himself later that itâs just because being away for work has left him touch starved and sensitive. Itâs only natural to get turned on by a pretty girl who leans into him⊠especially when you get along so famously.
(Even though he remembers playing I spy while he held your hand and walked you home from school, your little backpack slung over his shoulder, even though he had his own to carry. )
Before he knows it, itâs his last night at home, ending it off with another of his mumâs dinners. At the table you casually mention the graduate schools youâre thinking of going toâ some close by, some not. He almost chokes when you mention that thereâs a really nice school in Canada you were considering.
Thatâs when he knows heâs fucked. Because he doesnât think of that as you getting on with your life. Of a girl getting her education. He thinks of that as losing you, and after the bliss of the past couple of weeks heâs had with you, heâs not sure heâll take being separated from you nearly as long as he did the last time. Not to mention all of the guys at your school trying to get their hands on you.
So heâs gonna have to find a way to get you too invested to travel far. And figure out how to protect you from those assholes when heâs not around.
Making you a part of his family and putting his ring on your finger should be enough, right?
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Dating You For A Bet [Part 3]
word count: 2146 || avg. reading time: 9 mins.
pairing: University AU!Matsukawa x chubby!Reader
genre: angst, comfort
warnings: like one time swearing
[part 1] [part 2]
As soon as the dorm room door closed behind you, your shoes were practically flung off your feet. With a deeply satisfied sigh you stretch and wiggle your toes, slowly feeling the numbness subside. You werenât used to wearing heels but thought that a third date called for the occasion.
âHow was it?â
Confused, you turned around as if your roommate could have possibly meant anyone else. She hardly ever spoke with you so this was absolutely a first.
She was sitting cross-legged on her bed, computer on her lap, and brushed her headphones from one ear.
âThe⊠date?â, you asked cautiously, standing frozen in front of the wardrobe like a deer caught in headlights.
The other girl nodded.
âIt was⊠nice?â
âJust nice?â
âHe was sweet.â
âThat was your second one this week, right? Are you gonna keep seeing him?â
âIâm sorry. Iâm still trying to figure out why youâre talking to me.â
She shrugged.
âBecause Iâm curious.â When you still didnât say anything, she explained, âIâve heard all over campus what happened, and⊠it sucks what your ex did. And I saw how sad you were about it but Iâm also really impressed with how youâre handling it now. I guess I just wanna say that at first, I thought it was a really dumb rumor because you were both so obsessed with each other. It didnât make any sense.â
That brought you out of your stupor. You turned to put your jacket back in the closet and tossed the shoes carelessly into the void somewhere to other disregarded things.
âYeah.â, you said after a small pause.
âDo you think youâll get back together?â
Now it was on you to shrug.
âWhy dâyou ask?â
Your roommate turned the laptop so you could see. It was a live feed of the current varsity volleyball match. Issei was just being switched out and the camera stayed on him as the coach kept talking very fast and gesturing towards the court in an unmistakably urgent manner. Issei simply bowed his head and nodded to his shoes, kneading the pads of his fingers against the water bottle like he always had done when he was anxious. The clip was only about five seconds long but it was obvious that when he turned around to look at the stands behind him he was searching for someone.
Your roommate moved the laptop back so that the screen was facing her again.
âHe has been off all game.â
âWell⊠too bad.â, you said and grabbed your towel and shower caddy.
With three days left until Christmas, the first snow fell. After your tear-filled kiss with Issei at the bench two weeks ago he had left you alone. No more notes, no more loitering around waiting to talk to you and you wondered if this was really how it would be from now on. You figured that finding out you were dating someone else had spooked him into hiding. However, just as you were sure you would never speak another word with him you heard a commotion outside your door. Calls and hollerings were echoing through the hallway from the girls on your floor and you and your roommate both looked up from your essays to then exchange a questioning head tilt with each other. The large pizza carton between you was pushed aside and, brushing your greasy hands off on your washed-out sweats, you got up to see what was going on. When you opened the door you saw four guys hunched over with their heads ducked between their shoulders looking as uncomfortable as can be. Issei, meanwhile, was pushing a fifth down the corridor toward your room. You recognized them now. It had taken a few seconds without their usual sneers.
Your ex had them stand in a row in front of you and then all but one knelt down. Issei gave the last one a tap with his foot on the back of the knee to make him match the others. Heads hung low and hands resting on their thighs, one after the other bowed in deepest apology with their foreheads almost touching the linoleum. The middle one, whom you remembered as the idiot who suggested the bet, began to speak as Issei stood behind them all, arms crossed, a smirk on his lips.
âY/n-san,â, the middle one said, âweâre very sorry for⊠for the whole thing.â
Issei cleared his throat. All the girls from the surrounding doors giggled and kept their phones focused on them to film while you were gaping like a fish.
â- for making the bet about you. It was terrible and immature and you didnât deserve to be treated like that. We ask for your forgiveness.â A general murmur of apologies went through the row of kneeling guys.
âHere.â, the middle one fished a crinkly envelope from his hoodie and held it up to you with both hands, âThis is the money from the bet. Please accept it.â
âNo, why would I want your money?â, you replied in disbelieving disgust.
âOkay.â, your roommate weighed in quietly and slipped past you, snatching the envelope, âIâll be taking that.â
You frowned at her.
She raised her hands in defense. âPride and integrity are great and all but we are still students at the end of the day. This will at least fund next monthâs pizza parties. Iâm just saying.â And she retreated behind you, adding, âCarry on.â
âJust leave me alone and donât ever talk to or about me ever again. And the sooner you realize that you are nothing but pathetic worms that peaked in high school the sooner you can go to therapy which you obviously need.â
The boys seemed to wait for something, then Issei said, âYou heard her. Fuck off.â
All five scrambled to their feet and pushed through the audience of sniggering girls to get away.
Incredulously, you looked at Issei who was very obviously very satisfied with himself.
âHow did you evenâŠ?â
He chuckled and shrugged as the surrounding crowd slowly dispersed and went back into their rooms and about their days.
âYou didnât beat them up, did you?â
âWorse.â
He walked over to you and leaned casually against your doorframe.
âI called their moms.â
Your roommate snorted and went back to her essay.
There was a pause in which Issei realized that for the first time since the breakup, you didnât regard him with the previous hurt or anger. His smirk faded into a small unsure smile and he switched between glancing at you and his hands, âYou look pretty.â, he muttered, then pushed himself off the doorframe, âHave a good night.â
The clip of the five guys kneeling in front of your door (from varying angles) was all over the campus forum for days giving you finally a different sort of spotlight and leading your fellow students to turn their attention and energy to hackling the bet-makers rather than you. It was a welcome change of pace.
On Christmas morning then you were bundled up tightly in your coat and scarf and trudged through the freshly fallen snow on your way to the library where you would pretend to study while in all honesty, you would just be scrolling on your phone. All just to escape the omnipresent merriment. You had to walk past Isseiâs dorm, something you had avoided doing for weeks and instead had taken the much longer route.
âY/n!â, you heard a shout from overhead and when you looked up into the soft flurry of snow you spotted Issei waving from his window, âWait there for a moment!â
Two flights of stairs later, Issei jogged through the lobby towards the glass front door to hold it open. âCould you come up for a second, please? - Itâs nothing weird, I promise.â, he added when he saw your skeptically raised brow.
You followed him silently until you reached his door.
With a flourish, he opened his room and was met with a wall of smell from a whole bunch of different essential oils. He coughed and flitted into the room to open the window again, using a notepad to fan the air. The whole room was decorated with candles and garlands and even a small fake Christmas tree that obviously had needed a bit of persuasion to stand up straight on the bedside table.
âSorry.â, he pressed out in between coughs, âI went around the whole building for candles but they all just had scented ones.â He kept feverishly fanning the icy cold air into the room, ignoring the thick snowflakes landing on and soaking through his pillow. A long dead plant in a pot on the windowsill caught the flame of a candle as he waved around the notepad and began to slowly burn to a crisp. âOh!â He tossed the notepad onto the bed and grabbed the mostly empty can of an energy drink to pour over it.
âAnyways.â, Issei turned around as if nothing had happened and cleared his throat, âYou once told me that you were kinda dreading Christmas because you couldnât go see your family and I promised that I would spend Christmas with you and make it fun, so!â He jumped to his dresser and retrieved a red tin containing slightly burned, painstakingly decorated sugar cookies and handed them to you. Then he turned around and rummaged under his bed until he pulled out a Santa hat and reindeer antlers that he placed on top of the tin in your hands, âI also have your favorite Christmas movies -â, he waved toward his laptop, âyou donât have to watch them with me, of course, but theyâre there if you like - andâ, he picked up a note from his desk, âhere is the list we made of all the Christmas activities that you wanted to do. We can go through them one by one.â You noticed how the paper shook slightly in his hand and how he swallowed a lump that seemingly had formed in his throat while awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. âMistletoe is kinda inappropriate now but I guess you can⊠slap me instead if weâre both under it. But the snow is good for a snowball fight and to build a snowman and make snow angels and-â
âIssei!â, you said firmly to stop his ramblings, âThis is really nice of you but Iâm not in the mood to play in the snow right now.â
âRight⊠uhm.â, his eyes darted back to the paper in his hand for another idea, âWe can go to the coffee shop for that holiday drink I told you about.â, he suggested excitedly instead.
âI⊠already went and tried it last week with my roommate.â
âOhâŠâ
âYeah.â
âDid you like it?â
âIt was nice, yeah.â
âGood. Good.â After a short pause, he followed up with, âIâm glad.â
He then hesitated, opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it again and put the list back on his desk.
You looked around the room - the leftover paper shreds next to the trash can from the cutout snowflakes, the wonky bow on top of the cookie tin, the over-laden Christmas tree. All the effort and genuine thought he had put into everything at the very least made you want to accept his peace offering.
âI wouldnât mind having it again, though.â, you heard yourself mumble.
âReally? You sure?â
You shrugged.
âAlright, lemme grab my jacket.â
âYou should put out the candles.â
âRight!â
âAlright, order placed.â, he announced when he sat down across from you, holding up the little buzzer that would let you know about your drinks.
âHow have you been?â, he asked.
âGood. Better. I aced that exam I was so worried about.â
âKnew you had it in your pocket.â, Issei smiled and turned the buzzer nervously in his fingers.
âLet me just tell you that I know there is no excuse for what I did. But just know that I am not done apologizing for it. You are everything to me and I am kicking myself every day for not realizing it the moment I saw you. You deserve nothing but the best and Iâm glad you found someone who can make you happy.â
âThank you.â, you allowed yourself to smile, âI appreciate that.â
âSo⊠whatâs he like?â, he asked, trying very hard to sound casual.
âWho?â
âYour new boyfriend. Do I know him?â
âWell uhm, he isnât my boyfriend.â
âOh?â His fingers turning the buzzer slowed ever so slightly.
âYeah it justâŠâ, you sighed and shrugged, âdidnât work out.â
You would under no circumstances ever tell him that it was because you had called him Issei while he kissed you. You would take that to the grave.
âAw, thatâs too bad.â
âYou know this would be a whole lot more convincing if you werenât grinning like an idiot.â, you smiled.
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All caught up ! â
Wk - 3.6k I got carried away with the plot instead of the pron
Nerd!kento x Mean bimbo!reader | female reader | soft dom! Nanami | college au |
Note : my brain so rotted , need nerd bf starts to bite on the bars of my enclosure .. some conversation based off of irl stuff lwk lwk lwk starts to bite the walls đ€
you never thought all that much about studying or being academically successful, smart wasnât something people would describe you as. You werenât too upset by this fact because everyone says , âcollege isnât like high school bleh bleh blehâ , âthis attitude will have to change in college meh meh mehâ
Well that attitude got you to be the sorority president of Nu Zeta . Okay so did you actually give a fuck about popularity or being the Regina George? No ⊠buttttt since the academics are lacking , being the president of the most popular sorority at college looks just as good on your resume⊠probablyâŠ
You majored in business but you didnât know it would be such a sausage fest ! And donât get started on the guys that are there . Theyâre in total nerds or like try hard wannabe jocks that never went D1 and try to impress you even though they tore their acl and are super insecure about it.
But one is different, normally the silent nerd types always seem to be the biggest manipulative , nasty , cheating SLUTSSS..but kento nanami .. he was different . Youâd never share this admiration to his face because you donât wanna inflate his ego . More than it probably already is because heâs a big nerd yeah but like he makes it sooooo hot ?????
The only chance you get to see him is class since like heâs a total recluse hermit type and doesnât show up to parties..not that HE would ever be invited , but stillllll .
Youâve never spoken to him per say , a couple of snarky comments he mightâve heard but thatâs it . Until , today you had to get a partner for a mock pretend business that you had to write about and do a PowerPoint on to be graded on and yadayadayadaaaa . You just figured your professor would put you with someone but he said to make things more interesting you had to pick someone who you would actually want to invest in a business with.
You assumed youâd just pick on of the minority of girls since girls stick together but then like a miracle from the higher above , you heard a man clear his throat behind you . âExcuse me , y/nâ . A voice you didnât hear often but you still swung your head around to listen to , then you locked eyes with the stoic , quiet , embarrassingly nerdy Kento Nanami. You raised your eyebrow , his face began to flush as your gaze burned into him . Clearly he didnât think this through all the way. âI was just thinking..you know this project you will get an easy grade if you work with me since I practically get Aâs on everythingâŠlike I have a 95% averageâ
The corners of your glossed lips began to curl into a smile , âare you trying to pitch yourself so Iâll work with you?â Your eyes fixated on his tired hazel eyes that were shielded by his stupid nerd glasses .. that made him really cute too. He furrowed his brow and stammered , âwell, itâs just that to be a sorority president you have to keep on top with your grades so I wouldnât want you to fall behind since you know youâre not the best academicallyâ . You scoffed at him , âexcuse me?â He nervously gripped at his desk with clammy hands , âno- thatâs not what I meant. I just wanted to help. I can be of good useâ . You grinned at him , âyou want me to use you?â .
His eyes widened before he shook his head once more , âI meant in the context of-â âwhatever blondie, I canât have you snoop around my sorority who knows what kind of pervert you are so Iâll just come to your place Friday night, yeah?â You smiled at him once more before pulling up your phone number and holding your phone up to him . To which he quickly scribbled down your number , pushing his glasses up , âFriday is goodâ he gave you a flushed half smile before you turned your back to him and collected your stuff and leaving your class. Isnât he just the cutest?
As you sat around in the lounge with some of your sorority sisters your phone buzzed , normally notifications didnât bother you since youâd hear the same buzz many times throughout the day . But the message on your screen peaked your interest.
unknown number : hey this is Kento Nanami, the one from your business class. You called me blondie. You might remember me as that.
You : omgggg blondie
Blondie : You can just say my name too..
You : nahhhh itâs better so people wonât know I associate with business nerds LOLLLLL
blondie : you donât want to be associated with me? Should I not include my name on our project?
You : LOLLLL ur so cute I was jk
Blondie : I see, my mistake.
You : wtvvrrrr wyd rn blondie
Blondie : brainstorming ideas for our project and well studying. I donât really do much else really.
You : show me send me ur snap
Blondie : snap?
You : snapchat? R u Amish do you not know what snap is?
Blondie : I donât really use social media , haha .
You : could tell
You : make a Snapchat account!!!! I luv sending snaps itâs fun
Blondie : okay. I have made one , it is kento.nanami
You : kk !!!
You got so wrapped up in the conversation you even convinced this nerd to download Snapchat. You even giggled at how formal he texted , âwhatâre you laughing at y/n?? Are you watching insta reels?â One of your nosey sorority sisters asked as she pressed to your side wanting to watch Instagram reels with you , ânopee not right now lia Iâll send you some soon. Iâm gonna go up to my room now see you all tomorrowâ .
Being president of the sorority meant that you got the privilege of having a bedroom to yourself . You wouldnât mind sharing but it meant having a guy over would be a million times more difficult . Luckily since you donât have to share means that any male suitors can get down and dirty with you in private.
You slumped down onto your bed and awaited as Mr Kento Nanami to get off of his high horse and add you back !!!
Your phone buzzed once more..
Kento added you as a friend!
You rushed to your phone and began typing telling him to show you his plans . This was really an excuse to see if he would send any snaps of him .. in his room ⊠with his stupid glasses on.. shirtless?
Kento sent you a snap
And it was just a photo of his hand pointing to his own personal whiteboard in his room .. pointâŠhis hand . Indirect hand pic , tut tut tut kento nanami the man you are. The sleeves of his white button down shirt rolled up to his elbows , veins decorating his arm in a subtle manner. His forearms filled out his shirt nicely , you began to wonder how well his biceps did too. Your eyes were fixated on the screen , day dreaming . Does he think itâs weird that you left him on open for so long? Why do you care?
You snapped him back a photo of you laying on your bed , sticking out the tip of your tongue at the camera . Like snaps that you send to your sorority sisters . he left you on opened for a minute , is he analyzing your snap too?
Opened for ten minutes .
Okay , maybe you were a bitch and said snarky things when he was in earshot BUT TEN MINUTES ARE YOU SHITTING ME? You sighed and began snapping the other boys on your phone hoping theyâd entertain you for the night.
By the time Friday rolled around , you and Kento had talked like twice and messaged like once . You werenât that big of a bitch were you? WHY WAS HE TOTALLY IGNORING YOU? You kept yourself busy with your presidency plans and planning darties and regular parties . After class when walking out you saw the same blonde man standing there , was he waiting for you?
âBLONDIE HEYâ you said in a singsong tone but still very loudly it looked like it had startled him , he pushed his glasses up with his thumb and middle finger, he half smiled at you yet again . He proceeded to walk over to you , âdo you wanna ride?â . âOn college campus? Blondie youâre dirrrttttyyyâ you grinned and began to laugh at your own joke , he looked away and shook his head , âno no I meant to my apartment..so we can work..on the project, our project..together?â . You had totally forgotten, âohh yeah no totally, why donât you live on campus in the dorms?â You said while you began to walk , âdo you want me to walk five feet behind you or something?â He asked in a serious tone , you couldnât help but laugh at him . âAre you serious , no blondie.. no one is even around , now hurry up and answer my questionâ . He took a few strides forward to begin walking next to you , âI donât like dorms..people invading my space, I have a roommate but he has his own bedroom so Iâm not too bothered. Itâs just how I like things. You know?â
You rolled your eyes , you couldâve answered the question for him thatâs how predictable it was , âyeah and you also just hate people thatâs why you never text meâ . He pushed his glasses up once more , âno..I just thought you didnât want someone like me to text you because of like..reputationâ . You couldnât help but roll your eyes at him yet again , âdonât be stupid blondie you seem pretty cool even if you are a loser virgin nerdâ
âLoser virgin? Iâm not-â you put your hand to his face shushing him , âwhatever whatever which one is your car blondieâ he pulled out his keys and unlocked the white car in eye view , when walking in front of it he stopped before opening the door for you . Well mannered , smart , tall , polite . You could cream in your thong from just these interactions.
On the ride there you noticed kento kept his hand on his thigh whilst driving with one hand , you hand the urge to move it onto yours but that might weird him out . You wouldnât want to scare him off .
The project you both managed to get through a significant amount , nowhere near done by any means but still a lot of work was done . By kento..mostly . You just sat on your phone for the majority and chimed in on any creative ideas he asked you for your opinion on . âAre you gonna help or just sit there or are you gonna actually help with any of the work?â Kento finally asked , anger bubbled in his tone but his stoic expression never wavered. You grinned , âno I like seeing you work , plus I wouldnât be much help. Iâd be more of a nuisance than help.. Iâm not really good at stuff like this , talking presenting sure but actually doing the work is so blehâ
He hummed and his eyes darted around your face , âhow about I teach you..an easy way to do things, itâll be easy trust meâ he motioned for you to sit closer , you were now shoulder to shoulder instead of sitting from across the table . This tension , it might not exist to him but to you .
YOU WANTED THAT DICK.
After a while things actually started to stick into your brain , things actually made sense when kento explained how to do everything to you , showing examples from his work to compare with yours . In comparison his notes were so detailed yet concise it made everything seem so easy . So simple. âSee you can do it. I donât see why you had such a negative outlook on it even though you hadnât even tried yetâ . Your face began to warm , he believed in you . He looked up from your work to your face , âblushing?â and this time you were rewarded with a full smile.
âN-no..I..I donât-â you stammered , while your face began to grow more red with embarrassment that he managed to get such a reaction out of you . Embarrassed by your childish reaction , to blush and stutter . The president of a sorority wouldnât react like this by some loser nerd.
âHm? Canât get your words out?â The smile plastered on his face he was basically mocking you but why was it soooo sexy? You hid your face in your hands to hide from the embarrassment, âdonât hide I like seeing you like this..I donât think many others get to see you in a state like this. It makes me feel good , plus you look cute like thisâ Kentoâs babbles didnât help much , you were still very embarrassed .
you kept your face hidden until you felt a pair of firm hands on your wrists pulling them from your reddened face . âI like this y/nâŠnot the front that your sorority sees.. I like when you get shy . It makes you more human.â Your faces were inches apart , your breath hitched . âI donât like you seeing me like this..makes me nervous you wonât see me the sameâ you admitted . He stared at you once more , he was contemplating.
âWould you slap me if I tried to kiss you?â
ââŠnoâ
His large hands moved to your face his lips crashing against yours . For some reason this felt right , a passionate kiss , something so rough by someone so quiet. This felt right . His nervous hands moved from your face to your waist , pulling you into his lap . His lips broke away from yours , he began to kiss down your jawline . âSorry, just wanted you closer to me..needed you closer. Is this okay?â .
âI like it , stop worrying blondie I like when you take initiative like thisâ you said as your hands ran through his blonde hair . â say my nameâ he said practically begging as he began to kiss your neck . âKento..I want more..â you said not being able to look at him , the embarrassment of him getting you so flustered. No boy had ever gotten you so stupidly feral like this.
You just wanted him to rip your clothes off already. Itâs almost like he could read your mind , your shirt was taken off so quickly but Kento latched his mouth back to your collarbone and he continued to kiss you. He wanted to get a good look at your assets but you finally looked down at him to notice that his glasses were all fogged up, his lips were swollen from kissing you and his cheeks were a cute pink color. He removed his glasses setting them on the table , âsorry, youâre just really pretty. I always thought itâŠcan I take this off?â He asked nervously but you were too caught up staring at how attractive he actually was. Well you thought that yes , but his bone structure with his glasses off his face is so chiseled . But you thought the glasses made him look so much cuter.
He nervously took your bra off watching as your tits spilled out of it. His dusty pink cheeks intensified, âsorry for being so forward , Iâm just really excitedâ but you shook your head at his apology , âI told you I like you taking initiative..I get nervous in situations like this, even if I try to hide it but, you make it impossible to hide it fromâ . He gave you that same smile , it made butterflies start to circulate your stomach like they were on a wash cycle . He hiked your skirt up and moved your thong aside before he began to separate your folds that were collecting an embarrassing amount of wetness , just from kentoâs words and kisses . Is this really all that it took to get you this worked up?
His thick fingers began to slip inside you, even though you were so wet it didnât distract from just how thick his fingers were . As they began to curl up inside you , you arched your back against the table . You slapped your hand over your mouth to muffle your whimpers but kento just removed his fingers from you which made you start to clench around the sudden emptiness that left you shaking your head , âno no Kento I donât want you to stopâ you whined which made him smile , âthen donât cover your mouth I wanna hear how much you like itâ . You nodded , âI will I promise I willâ , âyouâre so good arenât you?â Which you nodded in response as his fingers returned inside you , the sounds of your moans and the sounds of kento finger fucking you. But the feeling of him hardening under you made you all the more desperate and you could tell he felt the same way.
âAre you gonna let me fuck you properly now princess?â He asked as he lifted you up onto the table that was still littered with your project and other pieces of paper he used to study with . âKen- wait the projectâ you said gripping onto his broad shoulders , he shook his head , âI donât care I can make up for it if it gets destroyed , I just care about you right nowâ he said like he was hungry , he rushed to unbuckle his belt . You laughed at how much he wanted it , how strange it was to you that someone wanted to have sex with you this much. Although you really hadnât known each other that long , he wasnât an immature boy . He was a man.
He lined himself up with your sopping wet hole that was practically begging to be fucked at this point , as he began to thrust inside you , you couldnât help but squirm and wiggle around . Whatever thickness you thought you had experienced from his fingers only intensified with his dick . WHO KNEW NERDS WOULD BE SO HUNG
You were chanting his name like a mantra , your eyes fixed in the back of your head . Your tongue began to lol out of your mouth , kento grabbed your ankles and brought them to his shoulders so he could fuck you deeper . In all honesty you still werenât adjusted to his sheer girth , you were sure he was leaving an imprint of the veins on his cock like a tattoo inside your cunt.
He grinned as he began to feel you pulsate around him , watching you struggle to take all of him made him want to watch your alter ego unravel more , the more he fucked himself into you. âI wonder how all those dumb jock frat boys would react knowing that you secretly love to be fucked by a..what was it that you called me?â .. he watched in awe as you struggled to even formulate simple structured sentences , âmmn- I..I calledâŠmmn loserâŠmn..kentoâ you tried to speak but struggled to even think of what to say , he smiled , âso close princess , you called me a loser virginâ
You were wrong , no loser nor virgin could fuck you like this . How could this quiet boy secretly be able to fuck you so good , so good you might cum. Cum? What a man is actually gonna make you cum? But kento was smart he knew you were close so he put his thumb onto your clit making small circles it made your legs interlock tighter around kento , toes curling and everything . He made it seem so effortless , he knew exactly how to please you.
If soul mates were a thing, maybe heâd be yours.
NO
DONT THINK THAT
THE DICK CANT MAKE YOU THIS DELUSIONAL.
âItâs okay baby..just let it go cum on this dick Iâll take good care of you . None of those athletes or frat boys can make you feel this good can they?â He said softly but it was a complete juxtaposition of how much he was slutting you out . You couldnât take it anymore , the knot in your stomach finally snapped and your the muscles in your legs began to tighten and vibrate . Leaving your legs shaking and tears streaming down your face , completely ruining the makeup you so desperately wanted to keep on. But kento stripped it all away everything you do desperately wanted to keep hidden from him he just managed to reveal everything about you.
Nerds werenât so bad after all.
You were kinda glad you got caught up with one.
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I'd been meaning to do this since I found your account but today I read through the entirety of your Goldielocks fic (or at least, what's available) and all I can say is WOW !!!!!
You're really fucking good at writing these characters, capturing the lighthearted-yet-somehow-serious tone of the show, and the stuff you make up for worldbuilding fits right in with canon stuff. As a lover of making things canon-compliant and in-spirit-of-canon, this fic is like a dream come true. You're an amazing author !
I really look forward to your post-TBOB edits of the eclipse arc and the flatworld arc, I can already kind of guess where you're gonna go with it, but it's still exciting to think about what direction you might take things.
I'm also wondering, are you planning on changing anything about the Death Valley girls, what with the info we got about ciphertology and the like ? Or keeping them relatively the same ?
(I stayed up till almost midnight reading this - I'm so glad I don't have to be anywhere early tomorrow)
Thank you!! I've discussed my TBOB edits of the eclipse arc already, you can see some of them here if you want.
For the flatworld arc, I actually think basically nothing's going to change. Spoilers, but: Bill's world was never gonna be like Flatworld. It was gonna be a big reveal late in the fic ("big" for the characters, not the readers lmao) that Bill's world was actually pretty okayâlike yeah, a few flaws, but not "barely-exaggerated satire of Victorian-era ableism/sexism/classism" flawsâand everything the kids read in Flatworld that made them pity Bill was 100% bullshit. It was going to turn out that Bill's world is actually...
... pretty much fucking exactly like Euclydia ended up being in canonâup to and including baby Bill getting medical trauma over having a super-rare cool-ass eye mutation that lets him see the stars of the third dimension.
I was gonna have Bill go "oh yeah, that's why I drove the author insane, I was that pissed at him for making my home world look that bad. I didn't correct you guys because I thought it'd be useful if you pitied me."
I did this because, before TBOB came out, I knew that no matter what I wrote about Bill's home dimension, probably a good 20% of readers would just push it to the side and automatically assume that his dimension was exactly the same as Flatlandâlike, occasionally readers were making comments about my fic talking about how triangles ***ARE*** oppressed in his home dimension like it was a canonical fact and taking it as a given that I was writing that. For that 20%, it seemed to me like the best way to ensure it got through to them that whoa, this isn't Flatland would be to have the characters assume his dimension is exactly the same as Flatland so that I could say, in story, "no that's totally wrong."
Post-TBOB, a lot fewer readers are gonna make that assumption. But having the characters assume his dimension is a lot worse than it really is is still a part of the storyâit ties into the narrative of them slowly growing to expect him to be something more sympathetic/heroic than he actually is, a la Dipper's assumption that the Axolotl poem is a prophecy about how Bill will help save themâso there's no reason for me to take it out.
So yeah, tl;dr: Flatworld doesn't need to change because it was always going to be wrong.
I'm only gonna change the Death Valley girls a little bit. Everything I've currently written about them stays the same; except I'm also gonna mention that, yes, they are a Ciphertology sect, and yes, all the girls in the cult are Cipherwives.
So now I also get to crack jokes about Bill being both flattered and a little creeped out that even after he mostly ditched the cult they just kept inducting new recruits as "cipherwives" whether he showed up or not, like wow, you're just gonna marry him off in absentia to some lady he's never met??? What if he doesn't wanna marry her? What if he doesn't like her haircut?? Every time he shows up he finds out he's got a new wife! He loves the attention, but jeez, girls! At least send him a letter with his new bride's picture and wait for him to mail back an "OK" or something!
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Omfgffggff I js found u through the nerd guy fic and I'm obsessed!!!
Ik we are all not so sane here so,,,
If I can request a silly rebellious reader and stepdad punishing the reader for hanging out with good for nothing guy friends with skimpy outfits
:3 Thanks!!! ( You don't need to do ... this is straight up crazy ik lol )
Authorâs note: AHH HELLOOO IM SO HAPPY!!! AND OFC SORRY FOR MAKING YOU WAIT!
Content below: use of y/n, AFAB reader, brat taming, punishment, use of nicknames such as babygirl, pet, cheating?, stepcest, minor writing smut, bratty reader, cigars, reader is 18+, dubcon.
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âUgh i told you, pick me up tomorrow. My stepdad is coming and i wanna act long enough so i can take some money from him. Then you and cain and me can have some fun! You bring the alcohol!â You giggle as you lay down in your very pink and girly room. The teddy bear your stepfather gave you for your birthday just slumping onto your pillows
You giggle as your best friend starts to ramble about how fun tomorrow will be and starts to ask the real questions âyour stepdad is hot! Not gonna lie, i mean! Hes a silver fox!â She squeals as you gag âyuck no! Live with him for a day and youâll see how controlling and bossy he isâ you mumble.
The laptop was still on video call as you roll around on your bed. You sigh as suddenly you hear a doorbell âshit! Be right back!â You yell and slam your laptop closed.
Your feet scramble to the door and open the wood separating you and your money machine.
âDaddy! Welcome homeâ you giggle and hug him. Ugh disgustingâŠhe smells like his cologne and smoke. He looks at you with disinterest and lets out a low hum. His eyes looking at your perked nipples from your lack of bra.
âHave you been studying? As i told you? I gave you two weeksâ he says, pulling away from the hug. What the fuck? Does he have a stick up his ass or something?
Oh yeah about that âahïżœïżœïżœ yup!â You say with a lopsided grin, batting your eyelashes at the older man. He seems to see right through you but you dont really care, all you need is a few hours and his money and then you can meet your friends-
âYeah? Ill be testing you tonight.â He says bluntly and starts to head to the kitchen to get dinner for himself.
âWell⊠im heading out cain and nicoleâ you say, a little more happily then you mean to. He takes out a cigar and looks at you dead in the eyes. âNo.â He states bluntly âwearing a skirt that short? Thigh highs? And what is this..â he comes closer to you your chest almost just almost reaching his. He pinches at your left nipple âa flimsy piece of cloth, that you little ones call a top.â
You yelp and cover your chest âwhy the hell were you looking?â
âIm your father, and you are not going out like that, with your so called boyfriend who only wants you for your bodyâ he states. Grabbing the back of your top like a cat would.
He goes to his office and throws you on the chair and locks the door
âQuestion one, look at the fucking paper. A, B, C or D?â He loosens his tie and undoes his pants. Sitting you on his lap âthe faster you finish the faster ill let you goâ he says putting his cigar down.
âFuck! I dont know? B?â You say, you feel something warm against your cunt. You unconsciously grind on the feeling âbad girlâ he says as he pulls your panties aside and shoves the tip inside. You feel the slight burn and you tear up. Sick motherfucker is gonna rape you?
He grabs your waist and shoves everything inside in one go. No lube no nothing. Just raw fucking cock.
You yell and cry âfuck you! You sick piece of shitâ you attempt to get off his lap when he pushes you on your chest. His heavy balls against your clit.
âIts okay babygirl.. you dont need to use your smooth brain anymoreâ he whispers in your ear. Slowly moving in and out of you âyou can be my personal pet from now onâ his fingers gently rubbing circles on your clit. You moan gently, your eyes tearing up at the smell of your stepdad the one you used to love but now.. youâre not sure anymore
âDaddyâŠd-daddyâ you mumble dumbly, his cock slipping in and out of you. Your feet barely touch the floor âim sorry baby, this is your punishmentâ he says before his pace becomes faster and faster. You squeal and try to hold on to him. Your pussy squelches and pulses. Your ass connecting to his hips.
âD-daddy!â You cry. The swirls on your clit becoming faster yet precise âbecoming a dumb little girl already? Poor thing⊠must have been so pent upâ he coos, your brain is turning into mush as your legs shake from the pounding. Your cunny fluttering around him, be groans âah fuckâŠâ
His hand that was once on your clit, now on your nipple. Tweaking them just painful enough for you to keep your sanity in check. âNeed a new piercing on your nipples now. Maybe my initials?â He teases.
âI-im gonna cumâ you manage to mumble out. The wet skin slapping is making your brain fuzzy âdaddy.. i need your cumâ you say your tongue lolling out, awaiting his tongue.
He smirks at your now dumb form and gives a few more thrusts but pulls out at the last second.
âMaybe after you get the questions rightâ he says his gentle smile making you feel warmer.
(SORRY THIS IS BAD ILL WORK ON IT BETTER SOON ENOUGH, I WAS MEANT TO PUT THIS IS DRAFTS BUT ACCIDENTALLY POSTED IT)
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Changbin as husband is next I'm curious for his and hyunjinss
This is the longest fucking reading I've ever had so i just HAD to split it in 2 parts so bear with me. I love him but i hate him right nowđ© (no im not)
Husband Series: Changbin pt. 1
Ugh...that guyđ« i bet you if i let him use up my whole deck he would. The amount of "ok last card" i had to say...and yet there was still so much gushing put...and ugh, i just can't stress enough how much into details he is and how much he wants to stress on them and make sure they don't go unnoticed or get misunderstood or overlooked. Reminds me so much of my audhd friendđ. Anyways back on track - tho i don't even know where to begin from, i really think he used up half my deck. I just counted 23 cardsđł i do indeed draw a lot for the others too but thats just next level. Not on topic but i think he's a really chatty drunkđ now i wanna read on them when drunkđđ»đ
Ok soooo since i have so many cards ill try to combine them as much as i can and keep the messages as concise as possible so this post doesn't become a novel - the overall energy i noticed here is not so much emphasis on him as a husband but overall him as a partner in a committed relationship. Which leads me to believe he himself doesn't view marriage with such dread as the others did (there wasn't really any dread with felix bust still a certain anxiety around responsibilities, meanwhile that with changbin is absolutely nonexistent). I would say he seems himself as capable and even ready to take on that responsibility and role if the opportunity presents itself and i think he believes he'll do a good job. He's responsible, capable and can take care of it. I actually sense a feeling of pride in him about that.
Another MAJOR theme is him being a "simp" for his partner (he insists on wife). There are many cards that im trying to sum up:
He's very protective over her and doesn't let anyone say shit about her, he's giving me guard dog vibes. Also a big bodyguardy. I can see him when being out with her eyeing people and being on alert and just idk, looking scary as to scare of any weirdos before they even think about trying something. And to clear any misunderstandings up, im really not getting this coming from jealousy (not that its not there, it isđ, but its just 10% reason, out of 100), but rather because he wants the woman he loves to feel safe and protected around him. He wants her to be able to relax and trust that he will always have her back and keep her safe. He wants her pretty little witty head not to be bothered by ANYTHING!
More from the simpy train - looks up to her a lot and kinda puts her a bit on a pedestal. This is not a very debilitating energy but feels rather like something he has made peace with and accepts - which is that she is indeed better than him and he can never be able to reach her, which means he is incredibly lucky and appreciative of the fact a woman like that has chosen him and he tries whatever he can to live up to her standard and continue to give her reasons to stay with him and continue to love him. Although she can never love him as much as he does (thats his thoughtđ„Č). But as i said this doesn't feel victimy to me at all but rather just seems realistic to him and he's a big boy and can accept reality for what it is and choose to feel lucky instead of beating himself up for not being good enough and self sabotage. Im actually really shocked looking at his energy because i can really feel the strength of his mind and ughh just how innovative and flexible he is. His will is just astounding and making me really happy, despite him obviously having some issues he doesn't let himself be defined by it and chooses to spin them to him favor. What an amazing guyđ
Back to the reading - so he spends a lot of time in his head, doing A LOT of 2 things. One is being thinking of his girl and what he can do to make her happy, analyzing previous conversations to see if he missed something or if he has remembered everything. Contemplating if she maybe gave him a hint about something, or if she maybe looked hesitant with something. Maybe her body language was off? He notes that. If there was any difference in her behaviour today, if she looked different. He's really putting LOTS of energy thinking about her and analyzing her and her behaviour. Again this doesn't seem to come from distrust (although he thinks of that as well, its just not his motivator, he just considers everything, thats why) but rather for his own feeling of safety. I think he is a very thoughtful and analyzing and sensitive person in nature so this may be something he always does, except when its something very important to him, and a relationship at that - he does it even more intensely. He doesn't only think about and analyze her tho. He does that to him too, to their relationship as well. He just wants to have a good understanding and overview of everything that is happening in the relationship so he has a sense of control and safety. You can always fix something if you know its broken. Or beginning to bend. You can fix the problem before the branch brakes i think is what he wants to say. And he wants things to run as smoothly as possible with them, and once again he has taken on the responsibility to make his girls life as easy and carefree as possible and how can that happen if he leaves the whole relationship in her hands?! He can't, so he doesn't his part very diligently and tries to keep up on the same level as her, emotional-intelligence-wise.
He also doesn't to just thinking but planing & organizing. So i think he takes lots of care for other stuff too like planing and booking fun dates. If he cant attend then books fun stuff for her. Provide her with the needed tools/means for her to be able to create, to indulge in her hobbies. He really loves that feminine creator energy and really wants to do his best to encourage and provide an encouraging environment for his wife to get in her feminine creator energy and bring him joy with it. Also thats really random but he's always ready and loves giving her massagesđđ(after her long day of crafting). He just loves hearing about it, seeing the excitement in her voice and face. It charges him.
He also spends lots of time fantasizing about her. Reminiscing wonderful dates, imagining potential future ones, creating scenarios etc. He's just A LOT in his head, his mind is really really active, and its very occupied with his love. Also another random message, commitment and love are tied with him somehow. Im seeing he cant commit if he doesn't love but he also cant love if he can't commit. So i would say he's very extreme-y. Like he's either all in or all out. No middle ground. What i mean is he HAS to be this intense in a relationship because for him thats commitment, THATS expressing love. And if he's not able to do that, then his love and interest and enthusiasm begin to fade away. He HAS to be able to be like that in a relationship and i think often he has been labeled (or was) just WAYYY TOO MUCH for the girls he has been in a relationship with. Im seeing he can get very overwhelming and overbearing if the person he's with just isn't the person to enjoy that kind of commitment and effort. But to go back to the cards, he also fantasizes about physical stuff too, for example he's riding in the car, and for the whole ride he's imagining and giggling and wiggling his feet and twirling his hairs because he plays over and over how that one time while they were still just dating she looked him in the eyes with that wet sexy look, and how his whole body got shivers and his stomach dropped and his heart skipped and his palms got sweaty and he swears some saliva started dripping out the corner of his mouth and his knees got weak and he almost felt like he was gonna black out and by the time he came back to his senses she was already sooo close to his lips and them BAM. Fireworks everywhere. He can never forget how that wonderful kiss felt and how sweet the sexual tension and anticipation before it was. He plays stuff like that OVER AND OVER again the whole damn day.
While being on physical stuff, he is pretty horny ill say. But not in a bunny way,m where he wants to fuck 5 times a day, but rather when around his girl he's always half way up, always ready to rise for the occasion iykwim. I think he gets *excited*đ very easily and is just really weak when it comes to his girl. He's always ready to deliver whenever she ask, whatever she asks. Als im seeing once again he's a giver (and despite him loving head so much) he's focused on her pleasure and he can off just from watching her enjoy...whatever it is. So yeah thats thatđ
Bro im so tired im thinking about doing this in 2 partsđ im just halfway. Ok yk what im splitting it.
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one / two / masterlist / wattpad
summary: when someone asks you out, things get tense between you and Skye and you arenât sure how to deal with it.
warning/s: the usual warnings that have come with this fic lol.
author's note: and here's the last part! this was a fun one to write, and it's always fun to write for naomi since there aren't many characters of hers i can write for!! (still salty terra nova was cancelled đ). So yeah, hope you guys like it đ„°
Skye was recording some bits at a studio in the city and we were supposed to hang out after, but I didn't have much else to do and ended up arriving early. As she finished up, I hung around to let her finish, snooping around the building and chatting with some of the staff there.
As I was, I ended up getting caught in some conversation with one of the production assistants, Anna. It was always nice to get to know new people, but I didn't realise it was more than that until she started to flirt with me. Maybe she always was and I was too dumb to notice, but I was awkwardly flattered.
Still, she was interesting and we seemed to get on, getting lost in conversation for about ten minutes. Only when Skye finally finished in the studio and left to find me did the conversation end.
"There you are," she said with a smile when she saw me, before noticing Anna. "Oh, hello."
"You're Skye Riley," Anna noticed with an amazed smile, before glancing at me. "You know, I thought you were playing me when you said she was your friend."
I exhaled with amusement, shaking my head. "Not playing."
She gave me a surprised look before looking to Skye politely. "Sorry, how rude of me. I'm Anna. I work here. Big fan of your music."
"Nice to meet you, Anna," Skye greeted with an easygoing smile.
"You done?" I asked Skye, referring to her work.
"Done," she confirmed.
I nodded, before offering a friendly nod to Anna. "It was great meeting you, Anna. I should go. Skye and I have plans."
Anna nodded. "Of course, yeah, you mentioned..." She paused, hesitating as she glanced shyly at Skye before meeting my gaze. "Did you wanna, maybe, hang out some time?"
I raised an eyebrow, hoping my surprise wasn't too obvious. Skye swallowed awkwardly when she realised what was happening.
"Sorry, I'll give you guys a moment," she mumbled before leaving to wait down the hall.
I didn't know what to think as I looked back to Anna, seeing her waiting hopefully. "Iâ sure."
Anna breathed out, relieved, as she pulled out her phone. "Great. You wanna put your number in here and I'll text you so you have mine?"
I nodded, body working on autopilot as we exchanged numbers. It wasn't that she wasn't lovely â she really was â but I wasn't used to someone actually outright flirting with me like she had been. Plus, I was always awkward when it came to pretty girls.
"Got it," I said when my phone dinged with a text from her.
"Awesome," she said with a bright smile. "I'm expecting a message," she added jokingly.
"Sure," I said with a nervous smile.
She chuckled before straightening up. "Right, I'll let you go. See you soon, Y/N. Hopefully."
"See you," I said as I watched her leave, still surprised at how someone as pretty as her actually wanted a date with me. And so confidently too.
Shaking my head, I rejoined Skye who was lurking at the end of the hallway, watching the whole encounter as much as she tried to pretend she wasn't.
"Hey," she said when I stopped by her side. "Ready?"
I hummed as I fell onto step with her, the two of us going to the lift.
"So, who was that?" she asked whilst we waited inside. "You got a date?"
I shrugged, still replaying the encounter in my mind. "We just got to talking and I wasn't expecting her to be interested in me, but... yeah. She gave me her number."
Skye nodded, eyebrows raised slightly. "Cool... so are you interested?"
I glanced at her, unsure. "I don't know. I just wasn't expecting it. You know I get talking to people when I'm bored."
She smiled slightly. "Yeah, I do. It's so annoying how social you are sometimes."
I rolled my eyes playfully and continued, "I'm not sure if I'll text her."
She hummed, looking to the lift doors as they opened, and stepped out. Her lack of advice was disorienting me.
"Do you think I should?" I asked, falling back into step with her.
"What?" she asked, glancing over at me with an unreadable expression.
I quirked a brow, wondering if she was even listening. "Text her back?"
She nodded slowly. "Well, do you want to?"
I felt my cheeks grow warm as I looked away, smiling nervously. "I don't know."
"It can't hurt, can it? It might be nice."
I chewed on my lip, pondering her words. I wasn't even sure why I was overthinking it. It was just a date.
"Just take it easy though," she said nonchalantly as we walked out the building and down the street. "You don't wanna lead her on or anything."
"True," I agreed. "Might be worth a shot though. We did get on. The spark was there."
"Just don't get attached," she warned, glancing sideways at me. "You tend to do that."
It took a moment for her words to digest, and when they did, I grew offended. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"What? You do," she said lightheartedly, but it did nothing to put me at ease. Probably noticing my expression, she tried to amend her words. "Sorry, what I meant wasâ you go all in, y'know? I just don't want to see you get hurt."
I blinked, looking ahead. "Wow. Thanks."
"No, I didn't mean it as an insult," she said quickly, hand wrapping around my arm as if to get my attention. "I'm just looking out for you, Y/N."
I didn't know why her words stung, but they did. Was that seriously how she viewed me? As someone who got overly attached?
It made sense, in some way, especially after everything that happened with us. But it still hurt coming from her, probably because deep down I knew she was right. Except, the only person I'd ever gotten attached to was her. My mistake, I was well aware.
Suddenly, she stopped in front of me, facing me with a guilty frown on her lips. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. It wasn't nice of me to say."
I looked down. "Doesn't matter."
"It does," she said firmly, squeezing my arm. "Really. I'm so sorry."
A little embarrassed, the familiarity of the situation creeping in, I shook my head. "It's fine. Let's just go find somewhere to eat."
To my relief, she gave in and we both continued walking to find somewhere. Admittedly, the tension was still present on my side, my feelings stewing with each step. It was disheartening, knowing she thought of me like that, joke or not.
We ate in an awkward silence, and Skye made attempts at conversation but I couldn't force myself to entertain them.
"How's your burger?" she asked, nodding to my plate. "Food here's nice, isn't it?"
I hummed halfheartedly, picking at my fries.
She sighed softly, losing her smile. "Y/N, I didn't mean what I said before."
"It's fine," I told her once more.
Her eyes flickered between mine knowingly. "You're upset."
I merely shrugged, looking down to my plate, only making her sigh again.
"You should go out with her," she said, as if that was what I wanted to hear and would make up for what she'd said. It only made me feel worse.
I ignored her, instead responding, "Let's just talk about something else. How's your tour prep going?"
She frowned slightly, clearing her throat. "Erm, fine, I suppose... Not long left now. I'm just finalising outfits and..."
As she talked a little about it, my previous anger and hurt had long faded into disheartenment. It was frustrating to admit to myself, but Skye's reaction wasn't one I'd hoped for. I wanted her to tell me not to go out with Anna, that she didn't like the idea. And that's when I knew I was delusional.
And definitely not over my best friend.
After paying for our food, Skye and I left the restaurant, awkwardly lingering outside.
"I should go," I spoke before she could. "I've got some work to do."
She nodded, sensing my mood and not saying anything else. I hesitated, noticing the discomfort in her expression, before pulling her in for a hug. It wasnt her fault I was so conflicted â she couldn't have known anything about where my head was at and taking it out on her wasn't fair.
She returned my hug, relieved. "Talk later?"
I nodded as I pulled back, offering her a small smile, hopefully letting her know that I wasn't upset. At least, not at her.
She returned it, grateful, before squeezing my arm gently and letting me go. Meanwhile, I knew I needed to fix whatever was wrong with me before it got worse.
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I did end up texting Anna back and we'd arranged a date a week later. Part of me thought it could be good to put myself back out there with someone lovely like Anna, but the other part of me also used it as a fast track to get over whatever feelings I had for Skye.
Despite our brief argument, Skye was supportive when I told her, being a typical best friend who wanted to know all the details when she could. I believed that if I played the part hard enough, it would feel real and I'd get over her. But no matter how much I tried, I just couldn't.
The date was great. Not a thing I could fault and yet I still returned home feeling deflated and hollow. Anna was the perfect date and we had a lovely time bowling, but all I could think about was Skye and how much I wanted it to be her. It was awful, from that perspective, and definitely made my scrambled head worse.
As I took a moment to collect myself on the couch as soon as I entered my apartment, my phone rang. Speaking of the devil...
"Hey, Skye," I answered tiredly.
"Is your date done? I wanna know everything!" she said excitedly.
I sighed, massaging my head. "Yes, butâ"
"Awesome! I just finished some boring photo shoot and am on my way back, but I thought I may as well stop by yours, that cool?"
I scrunched my face up in disagreement, her face being the last I needed to see right now. "I'm actually kind of tired, Skye."
She laughed, sending shivers down my spine. "Oh, grow up, baby. See you soon!"
Before I could protest, she'd hung up, leaving me to drag out a long groan as I leaned back in irritation. So much for self-deprecating for the rest of the evening.Â
By the time I'd gotten into my pyjamas and freshened up, there was a knock at my door. Reluctantly, I went to answer it, seeing Skye on the other side.
Her smile faded when she noticed my expression. "Oh, no, how did it go?"
I turned around, flopping down on the couch, face-first. "Average."
The door closed and she approached the couch. "No wow factor?"
I shook my head as she took a seat beside my head, resting her hand in my hair and stroking it gently which did nothing to help with my racing heart.
"It's okay," she said softly. "At least you tried."
I exhaled into the couch cushion before sitting up, facing her as I leaned against the back.
"What wasn't great?" she asked sympathetically, leaning her elbow on the back cushion and watching me carefully.
I shook my head, unable to hold her gaze and instead focusing on the loose thread from the cushion. "It was fine. Anna was lovely. But I just... yeah."
She hummed in understanding. "Sorry."
All I could do was shrug.
After a moment, she lifted her arm out, extending it. "Come here."
I hesitated, unsure if this was the best next move. But I felt like crap and Skye was my best friend first and foremost. So, I crawled over to her and let her pull me in for a hug against her chest. She stroked my hair again, kissing the top of my head and making me sigh with comfort.
"You wanna talk about it?" she asked, voice mumbled as her lips were still pressed to the top of my head.
I shook my head gently.
"Alright." She continued to stroke my hair soothingly. "Wanna get your mind off it? We could watch a movie."
I swallowed thickly, not in the mood for anything right now.
"Or I can leave and give you some space," she continued, seeming to notice my mood.
As much as I hadn't wanted her here, I now didn't want her to leave. Shaking my head, I sat upright. "No, you can stay. We'll watch something."
She searched my eyes with a hint of concern. "You sure?"
I nodded, rubbing my face with my hands. "Yeah. I just need to pee. Pick a film, I'll be back."
She nodded and I got up to go to the bathroom, using it as a chance to splash some cold water on my face too. I sighed deeply, pushing away my conflicted thoughts for the time being and returning to the couch.
As I took a seat, I noticed some snacks on the table, but the weirdest assortment of them. There were cookies, some carrot sticks, hummus and a bowl of nuts.
"Er... what is this?" I asked Skye with confusion, glancing over at her as she returned from the kitchen with two glasses of juice.
"It's all I could find," she answered, before shooting me a disapproving look. "You really need to go shopping."
I cracked a small smile as she set the glasses on the table and took a seat beside me.
"Hey, there's that smile!" she exclaimed with a satisfactory gun.
I rolled my eyes lightheartedly, stifling my smile, and instead distracted myself with eating some carrot sticks. She grabbed a handful of nuts and got comfortable, pulling her legs up on the couch.
"Thanks," I said softly, gratefully.
"You don't need to thank me," she retorted, glancing at me, but I couldn't look at her without feeling strange.
I leaned back and got comfortable, and Skye started up a film on the TV. It was easy enough to settle in and the film was a well-needed distraction from everything. But naturally, I was falling asleep halfway through it. It didn't help that it was late, I was already pretty tired and Skye was extremely comfortable.
By the time the film ended, I was half out of it, in that weird in between state of awake but asleep. My eyes were closed and I was barely paying attention until Skye sighed from beside me.
"That wasn't that bad, y'know," she decided. "I thought it would be worse given the ratings."
I hummed quietly, acknowledging her words but not really listening.
"You didn't even watch it, did you?"
"I did," I mumbled as convincingly as I could.
She chuckled, her shoulders moving and waking me up in the process. "Liar."
A yawn escaped my lips as I forced myself to sit upright, off her shoulder. She was watching me with amusement.
"Comfy?" she teased.
Too sleepy to care, I answered, "I'd apologise, but it's kind of expected if you let me lay on you."
She laughed wholeheartedly, brightening up the whole night for a moment. "You're lucky I find you comfy too."
I sighed tiredly, sitting on my side and leaning on my elbow, propped up against the back of the couch.
"You feel any better?" she asked, and I looked up at her through my eyelashes.
"A bit," I mumbled. "Thanks."
"Stop thanking me," she said with a soft smile, making me scrunch my face slightly.
"Sorry."
She rolled her eyes playfully, stifling a laugh, and I yawned again as I watched her. It could have been my fatigue-induced state, or the fact that I was hopelessly in love with my best friend, but I couldn't stop admiring how beautiful she looked before me. No makeup, messy hair, sparkling brown eyes, cute smile.
It was wrong of me to stare, wrong of my eyes to trace the arch of her brows, the slope of her nose, the curve of her lips... I'd imagined kissing her many times before, but I'd never wanted to actually do it as much as I did now.
She smiled, oblivious to my daydreams, and mimicked my pose, leaning on her elbow on the back of the couch, way too close to my expression. "Whatcha thinking, huh?" she asked playfully.
My breath hitched as my eyes lowered to her lips, only inches from mine. Time stood still. All it would take is a second, but could I?
No, I couldn't. I couldn't ruin everything because of a silly desire.
Swallowing thickly, I moved back and looked away, acting as nonchalant as I could. "Just tired."
She fell quiet as she sat up straight, and I wondered if she knew what I'd wanted to do. Maybe I'd messed it up anyway. It certainly hadn't helped with my conflicted thoughts.
"I should go," she realised. "You should sleep."
I nodded, unsure what to say, and then I saw her making a move to clear up the snacks on the coffee table.
"it's fine, I'll sort it," I said awkwardly, standing up.
She glanced at me. "You sure?"
I couldn't meet her eyes, too hot with shame. "Yeah."
"Okay," she said softly, before going to the door to pull on her shoes.
I lingered awkwardly until she opened the door, glancing at me briefly.
"Goodnight," she said.
"Night," I muttered.
She left and I closed the door behind her, releasing a deep breath. How had I messed things up so easily? All I could hope was I hadn't made her uncomfortable, but it was impossible. Even staring had overstepped, and it was just like she'd said to me a year ago â it was written all over my face. How utterly embarrassing.
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That evening haunted me long after, it replaying in my mind over and over like a bad dream. So much that I couldn't bring it in myself to face Skye, not whilst my thoughts were a jumbled mess.
Two weeks passed and I kept our contact to the bare minimum whilst I tried to figure my feelings out. I wasn't sure if I could be her friend anymore, as much as I wanted to be. But it wasn't fair on her if I still had feelings for her.
She messaged me, but I kept my responses vague. My only relief was that she was leaving for her tour in a week, so maybe it would be easier not seeing her as much. Maybe it would've been easier to stop being her friend if I distanced myself long enough.
But it was stupid to think that, not when we'd just reconciled and I thought she wouldn't notice my absence.
I was at my apartment one afternoon when I got an unexpected visit from her. As soon as I opened the door, I raised my brows with surprise.
"Skye? What are you doing here?"
Her eyes met mine sternly. "You're avoiding me."
"What?"
She pushed past me gently to let herself in, leaving me no choice but to close the door after her and spin around.
"At first, I thought you were still upset because of your date with Anna," she started, making me wince, "but then you kept being distance and I justâ I don't know what I've done!"
I sighed, feeling stupid for thinking I could get away with it. "You haven'tâ"
"Don't bullshit me," she snapped, fixing me with a glare. "I'm not stupid."
Her hurt expression forced me to look away, the guilt sinking in.
She took a deep breath before asking in a gentler tone, "What is it? Talk to me."
I tensed my jaw uncomfortably. "Nothing."
"Stop lying," she ordered, before taking my chin and turning my face towards her. Worried eyes found mine. "What is it?"
I pulled back in a knee-jerk reaction, feeling a lump form in my throat. "Don't."
She frowned, confused. "What? Did I do something wrong?"
I sighed deeply, avoiding her gaze. "I can't do this... I'm sorry."
"Do what?"
I swallowed thickly, struggling to find the courage but knowing it needed to be done. "I can't be friends with you anymore."
She paused, taken aback, and her voice broke my heart when she finally spoke. "What? What are you talking about?"
I shook my head, looking down at the floor.
"What?" she repeated, growing impatient, and it only made the whole situation worse.
"I can't..."
"Look at me."
I forced myself to look up, the guilt pressing on my chest when I saw her wounded expression.
"What the hell are you saying?" she asked carefully, searching my gaze. "Is this because of what happened the night of your date? The last time I was here?"
I grimaced at her bluntness, making her tense her jaw. So she'd noticed then.
"It is," she realised.
"You were fucking right, okay?" I spoke abruptly. "A year ago, when we argued and youâ you said what you did."
"I was fucking high all the time," she interrupted angrily. "I didn't mean any of it."
"But you did," I retorted, frowning, forcing myself to hold her stare otherwise this was all for nothing. "Deep down, a part of you did and, fuck, it hurt so much because you were right, okay? Iâ I was fucking in love with you. And I know it was foolish of me, but it was true."
Her eyes widened slightly, stunned, but I couldn't seem to stop now that I'd started.
"It was horrible and it ruined everything and that's why I can't be friends with you. Because I thought I was over it but I'm fucking not, okay? Andâ and the other night, I didn't mean to make things weird. But my head is a mess and I don't know what to do because all I wanted to do was fucking kiss you, and I know that's wrong, it is. And I'm sorry, but I can't keep being friends with you and put you in this position again. Especially not now."
I was shaking by the time I'd finished, heart racing too fast for me to keep track of. After almost a decade, I'd finally told her the truth. And it didn't feel any more liberating than it should have.
She swallowed hard, looking down with furrowed brows as if trying to digest my admission. I'd been so focused on getting it out of me that I hadn't even had time to anticipate how she could react.
"You were in love with me?" she finally spoke, looking to me with questioning eyes. "You're in love with me?"
I almost scoffed, eyes watering. "Like you didn't know? You said it yourself, Skye..."
She frowned regretfully. "What I said to you that day was awful. It wasn't fair of me. And yes, maybe I did know, but itâ I wasn't uncomfortable... I..." She hesitated, before admitting, "I was in love with you too. I justâ you deserved better than me. You still do."
I blinked back my tears as I studied her closely, with confusion. There was no way that was true. How could she have thought such a thing?
She stepped forward, slowly lifting her hand to touch my face, gauging my reaction. When I didn't push her away or step back, she cupped my cheek, thumb stroking my cheekbone, and my whole body felt like it was on fire.
"I wanted you to kiss me," she said softly, eyes flickering between mine. "Last time, Iâ I thought you were going to."
I blinked, taken aback. "What?"
She frowned, looking down momentarily as she said, "I didn't want you to go on that fucking date. But I wasn't going to be selfish and stop you. I justâ I care about you a lot, Y/N. You mean the world to me. You always have."
Rendered speechless, I didn't know what to think or say. She'd reacted in a way that I'd never anticipated â never dreamed of â nor thought was possible.
Her dark eyes found mine once more, too close to be anything but a blur of golden flecks.
"I don't want to be friends either," she murmured, before pressing her lips to mine.
My eyes widened with surprise and then she tugged me closer and I instinctively relaxed into her, eyes fluttering close. Her lips were warm and tasted like berries, moving against mine in a perfect rhythm. My hands fell to her hips, goosebumps dancing all over my skin, and I couldn't seem to remember a single thing prior to this.
When we pulled apart for air, every part of my body felt aflame. My lips were tingling and she was still so close, too close for me to find words.
"Maybe things would've been different if I'd been honest in the first place," she spoke softly, breath tickling my lips, only reminding me of the feeling of hers against them.
I didn't know what to say, too stunned by the truth of her feelings.
"I missed you," she admitted, hand lowering from my cheek and to my chest. "It was only two weeks, but I thought I'd ruined everything."
"I'm sorry," I managed to get out, not intending to hurt her.
She shook her head. "Don't be," she assured me, before hugging me tightly.
I let out a quiet breath and wrapped my arms around her, sinking into her embrace. It was still a lot to accept â that she'd loved me too. That she did, even now.
"You haven't said much," she noticed, pulling back with a stifled concern.
"It's just a surprise," I shared, not wanting her to second guess anything. "I really thought... I thought you only ever saw me as a friend. Still trying to process it."
She smiled a little, understanding. "Yeah... I wanted to tell you sooner. Years ago. I almost did. Many times. But everything got bad and it just..." She sighed regretfully. "I didn't want to pull you down with me. That version of me wasn't good enough for you."
I frowned, looking between her eyes. "That's not true."
"It is," she said knowingly. "But it's okay. I want to be better than that girl."
"You are," I said sincerely, taking her hand in mine and squeezing it gently.
Her eyes twinkled as she smiled hopefully. "I hope so. For your sake."
I couldn't help but smile too, touched by how much she cared.
"My tour kicks off at the end of the week, but I'd really like to take you out on a proper date before then," she said, taking my other hand in hers.
"It can wait," I reassured her, "I know it's full on for the next few daysâ"
"No, no, just one," she cut me off eagerly, squeezing my hands. "Before I have to go and won't see you for ages."
I stifled the urge to laugh. "Okay, but if it's too much, Skye, I can wait untilâ"
Before I could finish, she leaned forward and kissed me, surprising me for the second time. I was too taken aback to react, and then she pulled away and I felt my cheeks heating up with embarrassment.
"That's got to be my new favourite way of shutting you up," she said with a satisfied grin.
I groaned quietly, flustered, and she laughed at my dismay. I suppose there could have been worse ways.
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pairing â sub-ish!jaehyun x soft dom-ish!f!reader
synopsis â Jaehyun really likes your boobs. So much so that he's willing to skip work for them.
content/genre â smut | fluff
word count â 1.3k
warnings â unprotected sex, fingering, breast-play (obviously), pet names (baby -> jaehyun, angel -> mc)
notes â originally posted on my now-deleted side blog
MDNI 18+ BLOG -> ageless blogs and minors WILL BE BLOCKED
Myeong Jaehyun loves boobs. He really does. He loves how soft they are. He loves how well they fit in his hands. He loves absolutely everything about them.
Of course, your boobs are his favorite. And it is no secret to you that he loves your chest. Maybe you picked up a couple hints from the way he oogles at the lowcut tops you wear sometimes. Or maybe its the way he grabs and holds them any chance he gets that gave you an inkling.
The biggest, most obvious tell, though, is how he can never remove his face from them. Ever. When youâre watching a movie on the couch, heâs lying on top of your chest while you play with his hair. When heâs fucking you relentlessly, he keeps his lips attached to your tits, occasionally biting and bruising them.Â
And even now, as the sun slowly starts to light up your bedroom, his face is burrowed in your chest. Only the thin cotton t-shirt youâre wearing separates his face from your skin. Youâre both lying on your sides, facing each other. Your leg tucked securely between his arm and his waist.Â
As per usual, you wake before him, gazing down as his pretty face pressed against your chest. In the low, orange light of your bedroom, you could see the outlines of his face. The flutter of his eyelashes. The way his lips were parted ever so slightly as he slept so peacefully. His soft snores and the sound of your ceiling fan overhead were the only noises in the room.
You brushed through his hair with your fingers, softly scratching his scalp and kissing the top of his head. You loved to watch him sleep. The softness of his features and his relaxed disposition just made you feel so at home. And being able to coddle him just made everything so worthwhile.
After several uninterrupted minutes of you playing with his hair, Jaehyun begins to shift around in his sleep. You kiss the top of his head again as he wakes up. He only nuzzles deeper into your chest.Â
âJaehyun, baby, you have to get up soon,â you whisper, bruising his hair back to look at his eyes which are still closed with his brows furrowed in protest.Â
He shook his head and groaned, âWhat time is it?â
âItâs already seven. You have to leave soon.â
âFuck that. Iâm not going anywhere.â Youâre somewhat aware of his hand creeping up your shirt.
You hummed, âBaby, I know you want to stay in bed, but you told the guys youâd be on time today. And youâve been late every single day this week.â
He didnât say anything, instead, he crept his hand even further up your shirt until he reached your breast. âJaehyun.â You warned as he held it in his hand, softly pinching your nipple between his fingers, He finally opened his eyes and looked up at you with his big brown eyes.Â
âAngel, let me stay with you this morning. Itâs okay if Iâm a little late. I just wanna stay with you for a little bit.â
âJaehyun,â you scolded, failing, though, to keep down the moan that bubbled out of you when he rolled your nipple under his thumb, âYou cannot distract me with sex every time you donât wanna get out of bed.â
âDonât think of it as distracting you,â he pulled your shirt up even further, and you let him pull in over your head, âI just wanna make my girl feel good.â He took your nipple into his mouth.
Your grip on his hair tightened as you sighed at the feeling of his tongue playing with you as his hand held your other breast between his fingers. He groaned as you pulled his hair.
His other hand teased the waistband of your panties, snapping the elastic against your skin. Slowly, he pulled the garment down your legs, and you helped him to kick it off. His free hand ventured between your thighs.Â
âOh fuck baby,â you groaned as he ran his fingers through your folds.Â
He pressed two fingers against your hole, âFuck angel, youâre so warm.â He sighed as he sunk them into you, causing you to tighten your grip on his hair.
He continued to explore your chest with his mouth. Playing with your nipples and biting the skin around them. He lazily played with your clit with his thumb as he fucked his fingers into you. God you were so beautiful he couldnât take it. From your pretty pussy, to your beautiful face. And god your tits. You smelt so good, too, that all he could do was breathe you in.Â
You felt so relaxed as he played with you. The morning drowsiness wore off only to be replaced by the blissful mess of your pretty boyfriend getting off to making you feel good.
It was beyond obvious that he was enjoying this. Partially from the way he enthusiastically pleasured you. But you could also feel how hard he was getting against your thigh. You teased him a bit by pressing your thigh into his length. He whined.
âOh, baby. Let me help you,â you pulled away from him, much to his dismay. He pouted, âDonât give me that face. Iâll make you feel good I promise.âÂ
You told him to sit against the headboard after stripping him down completely. You took that opportunity to crawl over him, softly holding his length in your hand, pumping it just enough for him to squirm just a bit. Chuckling, you leaned in to kiss him softly, âCan I ride you baby?â You whispered against his lips.
He nodded with begging eyes, âPlease, angel.â
You positioned yourself over him, rubbing his length along your folds. He let out a moan as you sunk down onto him, his voice cracking.Â
His head fell back as you started to bounce up and down on him. As his head spun when he felt you tighten around him as you moved your hand down to play with your clit. It was only a couple of seconds, though, before his face was back in your chest. Kissing and biting your breasts as you fucked yourself on his cock.
He relentlessly moaned into your chests, and you could he was getting close. His little cries were the biggest indication of how close he was. And he couldnât help it. The combination of being buried deep in your pretty cunt and having your tits all in his face was a fucking wet dream (one he had had many times before).
âYou close, baby?â You asked pulling his face out of your chest by his hair to look him in the eyes. He nodded with his jaw dropped open. âYeah?â
âPlease, angel, let me cum,â His voice was weak as he felt himself get lost, âPlease Iâve been so good.â
âYou wanna fill me up?â You asked, speeding up your pace. He frantically nodded, eyes rolling back in his head, âOk baby, you can cum.â You let him finish, filling you up completely. You followed soon after with your own orgasm that made your legs weak as it washed over you.
When you pulled off of him, he was quick to return his hand to your cum filled pussy. He grabbed some of it on his fingers to smear it all over your chest, âYouâre so pretty, angel.â He leaned back in to lick the cum off your tits. You giggled softly at his neediness.Â
âThank you, baby. How about we go hop in the shower? You have to get to work soon.âÂ
He nodded and made his way to the shower. Surprise to absolutely no one, though, Jaehyun did not go to work that day.
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[Me checking tumblr this morning]
Oh hey neat I have 500 followers now
WAIT I HAVE 500 FOLLOWERS NOW?
Genuinely, I never thought this would happen, and to think I started this blog just because I was sick and bored one day.
I cannot express my gratitude for all the support you've shown me. It means so much that you like my stuff and every like,reblog request and follow is very much appreciated and means a lot. Thank you so much. I'll definitely continue writing stuff for you.
And here's to another 500
So I have an announcement now. To celebrate this milestone I'll add two fandoms to the masterlist, one of which I'll let you guys choose(because as a yttd fan there's few things I like more than a good old fashioned majority vote)
The first fandom is gonna be from one of my favorite things to write for:fanganronpas. I've narrowed the choices down to three of them and I wanted to let you choose which one you'd like to see me write for the most
Don't worry I will still add the fangans that don't win the vote later, probably when we get more chapters or I reach more milestones
I'll leave you with some small drabbles/incorrect quotes with the main girls from the fangans you can choose from for today's post.
Thank you so much again for the milestone and hope you have a great day
Cancel(drf:sh)
[You and cancel are making out on the couch in your dorm]
Y/n:usually you're never this affectionate, what's up?
Cancel:What? Can't I show you my love once in a while?
Y/n:awww, you love me?
Cancel:yes, don't I say it enough?
Y/n:definitely not
Cancel:uh, just shut up and kiss me
[You continue making out until enigma walk in the room]
Enigma:Hey cancel have you see-
[She immediately pulls out while blushing intensely]
Cancel:Why are you here? Do you not know how to knock?
Enigma:geez sorry I didn't mean to-
Cancel:you still did, so go away
[He walks out as cancel looks away, still embarrassed]
Y/n:......guess you couldn't predict that
Cancel:[blushing] s-shut up
Akira hayasaka(dr:hd)
R/g/n:Call me, cutie~
[She says while handing you a piece of paper with her number]
Y/n:.....I actually-
[She walks away before you can even finish]
Y/n:[sigh]
[You throw the paper away and approach akira, who's still glaring at the girl]
Akira:what a bitch, she didn't let you finish half your sentences
Y/n:Yeah,you're way better
Akira:Did you really have any doubts~?
Y/n:[giggle] no
Akira:Good.......by the way, do you know what her name is?
Y/n:No, she didn't even tell me that can you believe that? Why do you wanna know anyway?
Akira:..........no reason
Y/n:.....Kira, you're not thinking about killing her....right?
Akira:No,I'm a hitman, not a murderer
Y/n:Oh good
Akira:.....that being said, I wouldn't mind someone putting a hit on her
Y/n:.......
Anko hibana(bdr:cp)
Anko:[gasp] How can you tell such things about me, hiro!? and I thought we were friends, I am not clingy with y/n!
Hiroto:.......
[You suddenly walk into the room]
Y/n:Hey babe do you wanna-
Anko:[gasp]
[She immediately runs to hug you tightly
Anko:Oh,how are you, my sweet and cute pookie
Y/n:....g-good thanks
Anko:I bet it's better now that I'm here riiiiiight~?
Y/n:y-yeah
Anko:[giggle] good answer
[She starts peppering your face in kisses]
Hiroto:You seriously don't see what I mean?
Anko:hm? What were we talking about again?
Hiroto:........
Anko:sorry it's just that y/n takes up all the space in my mind when I see them, in fact, we're going out now
Y/n:w-wait we are?
Anko:so call me if you need me ok hiro?
Hiroto:.......
Anko:I'll take that as a yes
[She grabs your hand and drags you outside]
#danganronpa f shattered hope#danganronpa f shattered hope x reader#cancel x reader#cancel#cancel drfsh#cancel danganronpa f x reader#cancel danganronpa f#danganronpa heartless deceit#danganronpa heartless deceit x reader#akira hayasaka x reader#akira hayasaka#brave danganronpa#brave danganronpa x reader#anko hibana x reader#anko hibana#gn reader#tumblr milestone
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Hiii!
I was wondering if u can do hazard dating fem!reader who was in a really bad abusive relationship that sheâs having a ptsd attack but thank fully hazards there to comfort reader đ«¶
If ur uncomfortable doing this thatâs ok!
Omg hey hey hey. Thank you so much for the request! I had a very fun (not) time writing this because the subject is horrible but i had fun making the abuser eat absolute shit tho. If anyone is suffering from an abusive relationship please tell a trusted loved one, i know it is very hard with all the manipulation and everything but you are strong! and you can survive! You can also vent to me if you need to :) TW: Depression, Eating disorder mention, abusive ex, Story will go into detail with mental/physical abuse. PTSD attack, anxiety attack. I have never experienced PTSD attacks or seen anyone having them so i had to go off on what google offers. Sorry if its badly written!!
NOT PROOF READ!!! (3.5k words i think.) - She doesnât know how this one big sweet hunk of a man had managed to slither his way past her walls. She thought her defenses would be good enough, she thought no one could ever get past them again. But here she is, walking hand in hand with him. He was chattering about his latest adventure with the phreak gang, being so enthusiastic while explaining every little detail. She loved to listen to him, she actually preferred that as well. She was not the one to open up easily about anything, not about her feelings, her needs, nothing. In the past she was in a relationship with this one guy she fell in love with madly. She would have done anything for him, she really loved him. And at first it seemed like he loved her as much too, their relationship was perfect. They were the sweethearts of their college, the perfect couple, always the prom king and queen. He would spoil her with gifts and compliments, he would take her on expensive dates and bring her along on family trips. Everything was just perfect⊠Then it all changed in a blink. He would stop showering her with compliments and gifts, obviously she wasnât with him for the gifts and luxuries⊠But she also wasnât with him for those cruel insults he would throw her way. He would insult anything she did, he would negatively comment on her appearance and weight. âWhy arenât you taking care of your skin as well as Stacey does? I can already see pimples forming on your cheek.â âYou should really start hitting the gym. Youâve gained a bit of weight. I donât wanna be seen with a pig.â âGet yourself together, I have standards to keep up.â He would always compare her to the other popular girls, those who were the spoiled rotten kind girls. Blondes with green and blue eyes, having the latest designer clothing and bags. All of this really damaged her self-esteem, she couldnât look at herself in the mirror anymore. All she would see was this hideous monster with all the flaws and imperfections. Worst of all was the fact she knew she should leave him, but every time she tried talking to him he would fire back at her, manipulating her into thinking she needed him and that he was only trying to help her take âbetterâ care of herself. âNo one would want you in that state, I'm the only one who still wants to help you!â âPlease. Do you seriously think any guy would want a pig like you? Be happy I'm even allowing you to stand so close to me.â
And she believed himâŠ
She stayed together with him for at least a year after his cruel personality came to be. Though the insults were not the only problem. It didnât take long for him to pick up on partying and drinking again with his friends. He would go out to parties, rarely taking her with him, he would make out with other women and sometimes even have one night stands with them. The audacity he had to bring them to HIS house where she also lived. It hurt her so much to see him with another woman. The first time it happened she confronted him the next morning after the random girl had left, she cried out yelling at him. âHow could you do this to me???!!â The answer she was met with was a slap to her face. Her eyes wide as she held her cheek, afraid to even look at him again. He started yelling back at her, throwing his hands around in frustration. After many times of asking her to look at him he had enough and took hold of her shoulders forcing her to look at him with her shock filled gaze. âHow am I supposed to live with a ridiculous girlfriend who canât take care of herself AND canât even fill my needs huh?!!â He yelled at her face, pushing her down on the floor, rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration. She quickly scrambled away from him, jumping straight into her bed, crying into her pillow. Never in her life did she think he would lay his hands on her, hurt her like that. She doesnât know why she didnât just leave right then and there, maybe it was the months of manipulation at that point that still kept her under the roof. Or maybe it was the fact he had also gone as far as to threaten her if she ever left him. She was truly stuck and scared for her life. Her mentality had been scarred for good, she was depressed, she felt lifeless. She wanted to die, she wanted out of this situation. Her eyes were dull, no life behind them. She had developed eating disorders due to his comments and she had stopped taking care of herself all together. Her head was filled with nothing except self destructive thoughts and the need to escape this hell. The emotional abuse continued, and was even worse now. He kept on cheating on her with girls to satisfy his own needs, not bothering to even touch her in any way anymore. In his words she was too hideous to even look at. Not that she really cared honestly, she was glad he didnât pay any attention to her, but still for some reason he didnât kick her out. As she was one night scrolling through a social platform, looking at everyones happy lives, imagining hers could be like that as well had shen ever met her bf. She decided to go on his account, see what she was up to, what she saw made her heart break even more than it already was. He was posting a lot about her, acting as if he was her savior, making himself seem like an angel. So this is why he sometimes asked her to pose for a picture, the only
times he would give her small kisses or act sweet, the little hope she had began to get, vanished in an instant. She was only a pawn for him to use, she was a prisoner .It was during a shopping trip that the very thing she had been wishing for finally happened. Her bf had decided to take her out shopping for the first time in months, tired of seeing her in the same pair of clothes. She looked at the clothes in the thrift store, yeah he wouldnât take her to expensive places anymore, apparently she wasnât worth more than a few bucks to him. Not that she really cared anymore, she was never worth anything to begin with. After the very short shopping session they walked out of the store. She wasnât really looking where she was walking and accidentally bumped into someone much bigger than her. She fell down on her ass, dropping her bag in the process. âOh shit! My bad lassie-â The voice said, clearly someone Scottish. She looked up and oh lord the sight she saw. A very tall and frankly very muscular guy. He had blonde hair, his jawline was strong. He had a very stylish leather jacket on him, he was also pretty much half cybernetic. And his eyes⊠those beautiful orange-ish eyes, so full of life and energy⊠the complete opposite of hers. She was about to open her mouth and apologize but was cut off by her boyfriend. âDonât apologize man, she shouldâve been looking ahead.â Her boyfriend scoffed, taking hold of her arm and lifting her up rather harshly. âCmon, apologize to him.â He demanded of her, giving her that look, she knew she would be in trouble later. âI-Im so sorry mister.. It was m-my bad.â She struggled with her words, not used to talking with other people. âItâs alâright. But are ya okay las?â He asked, one eyebrow raised a little bit after witnessing the way that man talked to her. She was surprised. Someone worried about her? Someone asking if she was okay? No no⊠He must be talking to her boyfriend. She was about to answer again but was stopped with a hard grip on her shoulder, making her wince. âSheâs alright. Now go on mate, don't stick your nose into business that ainât yours.â Her boyfriend said, turning her around to walk off. âAy, wait up just a second here lass. Yer partner obviously ainât feeling too well. And based on what Iâve seen by a minute I donât think yer treatinâ her correct.â He said, stepping closer,
stopping her boyfriend by holding onto his shoulder. âGet your fucking hand off me. She is perfectly fine with me, right babe?â Her bf asked, threateningly. She stared between her boyfriend and the stranger. This could be her chance to escape from his constant torment and abuse, but the thought lingered, his threats made her hesitate a lot. âNo no⊠(Name) this is your time. Who cares about his threats, you NEED to get out.â Her mind would yell at her. âNo.. No i'm not fine! He has been tormenting me for ages⊠I-I need help, please!â She said loudly, escaping from his grasp, her heart beating so fast. âYou little fucking bitch! Iâll kill you-â He yelled out, about to punch her, only to be stopped by the strangers hand grasping his wrist. âWill you shut yer pus and get lost dafty.â He said, the threat evident in his voice. Her boyfriend stared at the stranger, his eyes wide. He let out a yell and went to punch the stranger, only to be met by a cybernetic hand to the face, knocking him out cold immediately. She gasped, looking away from the scene, afraid. âSorry about that wee yin. Had to teach that scabby lass a lesson. Ya alright?â He turned to stare at her, keeping his distance, not wanting to scare the poor girl more. âI- thank you⊠Thank you so muchâŠâ She cried out. âIt was nothinâ Could tell he wasnât treatinâ ya right. The nameâs Hazard, what about yus?â The man said, holding out a hand to give a gentle shake, if she wanted to of course. â(Name..)â She gave a weak smile, accepting the handshake.
- That all happened a good two years ago. It took a lot of time for her to open up to the idea of dating again. Hazard never pushed her into anything, nor did he really talk about wanting to be in a relationship with her directly. Of course from the day he met her, he already felt a certain pull towards her. Half a year after they met and started regularly hanging out his feelings truly became clear to him. She on the other hand felt safe for the first time in her life after they began hanging out, but the fear of it all going wrong again made her very scared and wary of everything they did together. It took her a good year before she realized she liked him, she didnât know if she should pursue her feelings, and talk to him about him. She didnât even know if he felt the same, she didnât know if he would want to date someone as scared and vulnerable as her. After a long talk and feelings shared they shared a deep and meaningful hug, and they began dating slowly but surely. He assured her that every step of the way he would respect her boundaries, he would never initiate anything between them, she would have all the power. She respected that, a lot. A few months into their relationship she was ready to open up more about her past with her ex. She told him how he treated her, how her mental health suffered greatly because of him. How she was still struggling with her self esteem and mental problems because his words and actions would forever haunt her. Hazard listened through everything, gave her warm hugs whenever she started breaking down while explaining her story. Telling her it was never her fault and that her imperfections were what made her beautiful. He helped her get onto her feet, helped her with her eating disorder, getting her back to a healthy weight slowly but surely. Her hair got longer and more healthy, her bones slowly getting covered and her skin becoming more colorful. She still struggled with nightmares to this day, but whenever she woke up in tears he was there to wipe them away and calm her down. At the half year mark of their relationship she finally got the courage to kiss him, to let him hold her in a more intimate way, she loved every second of it. It had been so.. so very long since someone had loved her like Hazard did. He never went further than kissing her sweetly, he never even touched her unless she guided his hand somewhere on her body.
Her thoughts got cut off by Hazard patting her on the shoulder, pointing at the cafe they were supposed to eat at. She smiled at him and they went inside, ordering their food and going outside to eat. âAy. Iâm gonna go use the restroom real quickâ ait bonny?â Hazard smiled at her, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. âOf course darling, I'll wait out here.â She smiled at him, watching as he got up and headed into the cafe. She stared at the scenery around her, looking at all the people walking around and socializing with each other. She felt so happy with Hazard, she felt lucky that she bumped into him when she did, otherwise she feels she would still be trapped or in the worst case scenario dead. As she bit into her croissant, not really paying attention to her surroundings her ears picked up a familiar voice, her heart stopped for a moment, her eyes widening in panic. That voice⊠no no.. it canât be. It can't be! She raised her gaze just slightly to see her abusive ex talking with his now possible partner. A really hot one at that, obviously he would only go for the model type girls. She stared for a moment, a mistake she would soon come to regret as his gaze wandered before landing onto her. His mood shifted, happiness turning into anger. She knew that gaze. The look he would always give her whenever he was angry or disappointed with her, the gaze he had when he laid his hands on her. He said something to the girl before walking towards her. No no no no! She panicked, immediately opening her phone and typing a panicked message to Hazard, hoping he would notice it quick enough. Her heart was racing, her anxiety skyrocketing, all the bad memories crashing down around her in an instant. She flinched as she felt a hand slam down in front of her, she almost dropped her phone in the process too but held it close. âLook what we have here. Little piggy out here eating all by herself. Still havenât been able to let go of the treats huh? No wonder youâve gained so much weight again!â He laughed mockingly. She couldnât answer, she couldnât look at him, the only thing she could do was sit completely still, eyes glued to the ground, shaking. He got irritated fast by her ignoring him, he took hold of her jaw, forcing her face to turn to him.
She screamed out alerting all the other people nearby, some of them continued on and some just stared. âLook at me when I'm talking to you bitch!â He spat at her. She refused to listen to him, this angered her ex and he was about to say something again, only to be lifted off of her into the air. She stared as Hazard held him up high by the collar of his jacket, anger filling her usually sweet and collected boyfriend. A look she had never seen before, and didnât want to ever either. Her mind blocked out everything he yelled at her ex, she had stopped looking too, she held her head in her hands, her body shaking uncontrollably, she was about to have a breakdown. She heard the sound of a hard punch being thrown at someone and then a table getting smashed. Some people trying to get in between the fight and stop it. And as quickly as it all started it ended. Her ex was bruised and bloody on the ground, his now current girlfriend trying to wake him up, yelling profanities at Hazard. âHaud yer wheesht hackit. Yer boyfriend had it cominâ shouldâve never come close to (name) again.â Hazard scoffed, before turning to (Name), seeing her in such a state broke his heart. âCome on bonny, letâs get outta here.â He said. She could only slowly nod as he took hold of her hand leading her away. The car ride was long and silent, Hazard kept looking at her, wanting to make small talk but he could tell she was in a bad place right now. As they finally arrived home she immediately got out of the car and ran inside her apartment, Hazard quickly following after. The moment she got inside her bedroom she fell to her knees breaking down completely, all the panic and years worth of memories breaking free. She cried out loudly, curling up into a small defensive ball, her body shaking like crazy. She couldnât breathe, all she could hear and see were the memories. She could only hear her exâs hurtful words, she could only feel the pain he inflicted on her. She was completely dissociated from the real world, being kept as a prisoner in her own memories. A few seconds felt like minutes to her. She was sweating profusely, her heart thumping against her chest.
Hazard ran into her bedroom, kneeling next to her, he didnât know what to do. He had never seen this before, sure she had small episodes here and then but this was different. This was so much different. He tried to give her shoulder a reassuring squeeze but was met by her body twitching violently at the touch and her screaming out.
âSTOP! DONâT HURT ME PLEASE!â She would yell, thinking Hazard was her ex. âNo no no.. Bonny⊠Itâs just me, youâre fine, youâre alright⊠Iâm here.â Hazard spoke in such a sweet tone, trying to get her to calm down at least a little bit. She was still sobbing, still curled up not responsive. He didnât give up, he talked to her through it all, he didnât touch her, he didnât want to trigger another reaction from her. He just talked, he told her about their old memories together having fun and laughing at stupid things. He talked to her about his gang, the things they do and the embarrassing memories of himself.
She was starting to calm down just slightly, her shaking becoming minimal, her loud cries turning into small sobs here and there. He would praise her for doing so good, for being a strong survivor. It had been almost an hour since her episode began and she was finally beginning to calm down enough for her body to relax. She wasnât curled up into a tight ball anymore, she was still lying on the floor though, still unable to look at him.
âYer doinâ so good wee yin. Iâm proud of ya.â Hazard smiled, breathing out a sigh of relief.
âH-hazard..?â She mumbled out weakly, lifting herself up just slightly to look at him.
âYeah bonny? Iâm here, whateva you need Iâll get it for yaâ Hazard said.
âD-Donât leave me⊠please just.. just hold me.â She begged.
He didnât need to be told twice, he didnât even need to answer as his hands found themselves around her waist, pulling her into his embrace. She sat on his lap, her face in his bare chest, listening to his calm heartbeat, the warmth of his skin soothing her. His hands rubbed her back lovingly, whispering quiet praises into her ear. Her sobs disappeared completely, her body was now relaxed, her heart no longer racing and thumping against her chest. She could feel herself succumbing to fatigue, her vision slowly blacking.
âTired.. I'm so tiredâŠâ She mumbled against his chest.
âI got ya. Letâs get into bed aâright hun.â Hazard said, as he lifted her from the ground, holding her close.
He got into bed, still holding her close to her, having her almost on top of him. He pulled the covers over her and stared at the top of her head, giving her a small kiss to calm her down more. âIm never leaving yer side alright? Sleep well bonny.â He mumbled, still giving gentle rubs on her back. She felt safe, she could sleep without worrying about anything. She knew Hazard was a good man, she let sleep take her into dreamland. And for the first time in a long long time she did not see nightmares. She only saw Hazard in her dreams, she saw dreams of their future, living out their days together in happiness. A smile decorated her face, a sight that made Hazard's heart jump in happiness. He truly loved this woman to bits, he would do anything for her, Anything.
- our little green flag bf.
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Wait so did Ike knoww about Stan and Kyle dating? Also I'd love to hear abt Kyle and Ikes sibling relationship thats so adorable
soooooo long story short:
...y-yes. yes, he Does know.
hOWEVER, IKE DOES NOT KNOW RAVEN IS STAN THOUGH, THAT IS SENSITIVE INFO THAT IKE CAN BE TRUSTED WITH, OFC, BUT IT WOULD PUT HIM IN DANGER AND KY WANTS TO KEEP HIM SAFE.
but long story Long...
i'll leave it in the crotch. xx
( edit: so...my bad, baby. i accidentally went on a crazy TANGENT about ike and jerseykyle's relationship bc i love them a lot and their dynamic is very complicated, so if you want that info about how ike found out about ravesey dating...i gotta put it in another ask.
bc this...got Very long.
you don't have to read this. soz. >.> )
oookay!~ so i got REALLY excited about this because rm!jerseykyle and ike's relationship is super duper special to me, in that, as sp fanfic writer girlie who tends to lean away from a more gentle, kindly, introspective kyle and much more heavily into the potential brutal parts and menacing aspects of kyle's personality when i develop my style dynamics with, ofc, jers being the most brutal of all ncu kyles...
...the way that he speaks to ike -- gently, softly, tenderly -- the way that ike disarms him, the way that j.k. unravels around ike, bends for him, it's one of the ONLY instances written into my actual published canon where we see jers be extremely vulnerable. ( not crying, lmao! )
however, i will say, it was not ALWAYS like that!
*rings the cd re-education bell*
LORE TIME!
so, per my rm!take on the south park lore, ike, ofc, was adopted from canada around age five and he...was Perfect. he was this lil gorgeous, perf, lovely thing, no health problems, dark hair, i like to think his eyes are dark brown, closer to black, sweet kid, easy-going...
...and very NOT like kyle.
and, interestingly enough, i think, At First, that sheila and gerald were super obsessed with ike, cooed over him, he was the baby, y'know? which made jerseykyle MAD jealous of ikey and an Anti from day one.
which is also v interesting because rm!ike, really just fkn Worshipped jerseykyle, wanted to be close to him, wanted his approval, craved that brotherly relationship with him, idolized him...and kyle was NOT having it, dawg! like, it took him so long to even let stan in and let his cold, black heart be light and bright enough in some spots to do That, so he pushed ike away, constantly told him to fuck off/get lost
( i do think that ike's vocab being more vulgar/him being precocious comes from wanting to impress kyle/being influenced by him ), also ike was really fkn smart from the jump in a way kyle wasn't like, to me, jerseykyle has worked hard for everything, studied hard, fought hard, and ike was naturally a child prodigy and didn't have to work that hard for anything, all while being gentle and docile and kind.
-- but going back to STAN for a minute...as a direct contrast to how jerseykyle treated ike growing up...gods angel saint ravenstan was always EXTREMELY KIND to ike. stan never had a brother: okay, he had shelley but his relationship with shelley was even more complex than ike and kyle's relationship used to be and the way shelley treated ravenstan was similar to the way jersey was treating ike, so he Deeply Sympathized with that and endeared himself to ike, encouraged him, and the more kyle pushed him away, the closer ike got to stan.
stan and ike i think ALSO had very similar interests in that they both liked louder, heavier music, revolutionary/counter culture stuff, fighting the MAN, sports ( namely hockey ) i think as a gift, actually, that ravenstan gave ike his wayne gretsky hockey yersey and ike STILL has it ( yes, kyle was jealous ), stan encouraged him to be different and carve his own path in life and while kyle, obvi, was the person most effected by stan's untimely passing...it did also do a number on ike who seriously considered stan like a brother to him and was one of the only other people who Never misgendered stan.
SPEAKING OF STAN DY*NG THOUGH: this was when everything sort of...Flipped. because when stan 'died', whatever part of kyle that could love things also died with him along with a lot of his stability.
so on top of all of his health issues, kyle got really, REALLY gnarly ptsd, would fly into blind rages, got randomly triggered by things and see stan everywhere, have really, really sever panic attacks, had to be put on several medications, got into TOOOONS of fights, etc.
and ike...was just sweet, introverted, lovely ike. stayed in his lane, did his work quietly, existed quietly...while kyle was Loud and VOLATILE.
also, to tie in Another ask where someone asked me while sheila didn't take care of ike as well as she could...fair warning, i am a liiiittle defensive abt this topic because it wasn't that she didn't want to take care of ike or meant to neglect him AT ALL, it's just...when you have a a child who has a lot going on mentally and physically, is more of a firestarter, is more aggressive or more outwardly mentally unstable...
...that tends to require more immediate attention ( especially since kyle was sooo unhinged that he was constantly in police stations, juvie, the psych ward ) and sheila's attention more helicopter parent-y in that she wanted to keep kyle safe, whereas geralds attention was more negative, felt kyle was a failure/embarrassment :/// </3 )
so ike, by COMPARISION to jersey, was VERY low maintenance, did not require to be constantly watched to make sure he didn't hurt himself or others, and so, unfortunately while sheila loved him very much ( gerald just wasn't very interested in him as the second kid other than that he not act up/argue w/ him ) he got swept under the rug because of how pliable and pleasant he was personality wise.
so sheila really does Adore ike, she just doesn't worry about him nearly as much and because of how glaring jersey's issues were, she also mistakenly assumes he's mostly fine where...i really do think ike has pretty gnarly depression, tbh. he is stan coded, i mean that. i will say that him acting out is starting to cause a stir in their house.
anyways...i am sorry this is such a MESS but jerseykyle was watched with laser focus and because of this, ike got off scott free most of the time and received almost no attention. like all his accomplishments went unnoticed or were pretty normalized because the standard he set v young being smart/capable, set the bar high. ilysm, ikey. </3
tldr; ike was The Good Child
and jersey was The Bad Child.
but, in being 'good', he got extremely overlooked by his parents.
thiiiiiiis...is where jerseykyle stepped in. so basically his entire life he was staunchly anti-ike, but he warmed up to ike a lot after stan died because they bonded over talking about him a lot/that grief, and also grew up under intense scary jewish matriarch sheila broflovski and the serious shit show that was having gerald as a father...who jersey actually regularly took shit from so ike wouldn't have to, i.g. when ike did something less than perfect or did misbehaved or fucked up, kyle always took the fall for it and was the messed up problem child, so that ike would essentially spared from gerald's mental abuse/wrath.
ike was also kind of the only person j.k. had in the world, so kyle looked after him because...again...ike is very stan coded, kyle is very protective of the lil gentle hearted people and he basically raised ike in the stead of his parents which forced him to be hard on him in a way that sheila and gerald were not hard on ike...which created a lot of dissonance when ike was becoming a teen and kyle was in hs.
so, essentially while when they were little kids, ike followed kyle around, wanted kyle to like him, thought kyle could do no wrong, as he got older and kyle started to nitpick him, actually care about him and start enforcing rules/curfews on him because no one else did, ike developed a rebellious streak and started to not like or listen to kyle because he was like, bro, whatever, you're so boring, it's one party, oh my god, just because you're boring doesn't mean i have to be!!!!
it's mostly just skin deep though, ike is only irritated because jerseykyle is mad overprotective, hard core and did not gentle parent him as an older brother at like, i shit you not fourteen, like i am so sorry but jerseykyle raised ike basically, and inspite of actin like a heartless monster...loves ike very, very much ( even if he can't say it ) and ike also loves kyle very much. jerseykyle is pretty much the only other person besides firkle, tricia, etc. ( i'll get into that in a diff ask ) that truly gave a shit about him and put weight behind his actions.
so jerseykyle is like ike's older brother/dad, rags on him about doing his homework and being an edgelord
( ike has been acting out a lot, one, because he's finally starting to come into his personality more, which, imo, my hc is that ike is p popular but mostly by accident sort of how stan was because he's pretty and very nice, ike is captain of the hockey team, his accent is cute, gets good grades ( he is slacking right now tho bc hes being edgy as hell ), is a lil skater boy gamer boy, IS V INTO TRUE CRIME, JOURNALISM AND ACTIVISM, creating positive change, exposing injustice, enjoys punk rock music, thinks emo boy stuff is neato,
IKE IS THEEEE DAWN SPAWN OF EVER AND I MEAN THAT, he is a raven of crimson dawn FAN BOY, he is obsessed; i mean that...and despite wanting to make waves in that way, like, he really is kind of an antisocial DORK but lots of girls like him, he gets invited to parties, firkle gets invited by proxy even though people think they are a crazy demonic satan worshiping freak of nature...but ike's super bestie, ofc...their relationship is also interesting...BUT YEAH! IKE! <333 )
also per rm canon, jers does miss ikes birthday every year bc going to south park triggers the fuck out of him which he feels very, very badly about, rags on him but is very pro ike doing what he wants to with reason of not acting like a goddamn FOOL and doing his laundry, his emo dirt bag phase is making kyle's eye twitch ooooof, him bleaching his hair and sticking a safety pin through his lip the second ravenstan walks through their front door while ravesey are secretly broken up and jk is extra mad at him; ITS A HOT MESS EXPRESS, Y'ALL!!!!
if you made it this far...i have to put the answer to the FIRST part of your question with all that dialogue in another ask so feel free to re-ask me that, but to reference it a little...ike is so team ravesey like it is actually painful, that is his ROMAN EMPIRE. firkle actually really does not like kyle bc they think he is lame as hell, help, and is anti-ravesey bc they think romance is a distraction,
( okay, spoiler, but firkle is in love with ike, ike does not know this, ike is super fkn oblivious and is actually very bi, so it's not like he's just not aware he is not straight, he just....actually has no idea, rip, he also has a crush on a girl in his class, it DOES make firkle want to actually dome themself to hear about it 25/8, stupid Feelings, smh, firkle b hating jersey and is lowkey a little jersey coded ) anyways they think kyle dating raven of crimson dawn is going to interfere with the band, their music, their sound and is a hater. like boooo! come on, FIRK! :/
BUT IKE IS A ROMANTIC!!! IKE IS THE JR. RAVESEY CAPTAIN!!!!
tldr; kyle and ike have a complicated relationship but love each other very much and ike does eventually learn about ravesey secret dating bc they are the brothers of ever and cannot hide shit from each other BUT I GOTTA PUT IT IN ANOTHER ASK, I AM SO SORRY, BABY, YOU GOTTA ASK ME AGAIN ABOUT THAT! but i hope this thrills you?
-uncle nina, ceo of insane hs isaac moisha broflovski lore
#i am sorry this was so long and i am not sure who cares#but idk their brotherly relationship means a lot to me#and ike actually means a lot to me#he is often over looked and very very lovely#and very deeply treasured by kyle kyle does call him bubeleh#which is very cute to me like ew he really did raise him#they were a slow burn brotherhood but worth it#i also do think its really cute that ike really liked stan#and then really liked raven of crimson dawn#like he really just feels the vibes huh#with all due respect tho i would also think pre!rm!stan was really cool and raven of crimson dawn was cool...he is that guy#I GOTTA GO INTO THAT LATER THO I AM SORRY I HAD TO GIVE YOU SO MUCH LORE I LOVE IKE AND JERSEY SM#ike is a raven of crimson dawn fanboy and the captain of the ravesey ship so sorry to everyone he is in the trenches#he is constantly catching smoke from firkle all the time about it too smh...also yeah firkle and ike lore...Interesting#i can also get into that if people want that again i am not sure who still cares abt ninas weird unfinished au style fanfic#ANYWAYS RM ISAAC MOISHA BROFLOVSKI MY BELOVED#jersey does eventually spill ike does wrangle it out of him its funny as fuck to me bc kyle was CAPPING SO HARD#that man was like idk what ur talking abt i hate that man!#jerseykyle is the ceo of lying like stan lied to stay Alive JERSEY LIES BECAUSE HE IS LITERALLY A BITCH ASS FOOL#WHO REFUSES TO ACCEPT THE DAMN CONSEQUENCES OF HIS OWN ACTIONS I HATE HIM SO MUCH#like ok to be fair they were fighting and jk did think ravenstan was dating call girl but SUPER BESTIE DO NAAAAUGHT#EVEN ACT LIKE U DONT WANNA VIOLENTLY FRENCH HIM#DONT TRY IT WITH ME BABY I LITERALLY WROTE U!#the drama of them being broken up and having to share kyles childhood bed and bedroom is sooo iconic to me#i know they were accidentally cuddling i just KNOW it#nasty cute disgusting boy angst jail for WIMPY SIMP BOYS#KISS ALREADY!!!!
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"i would never detransition just to make people like me" okay you obviously haven't been bullied very much
#how it feels 2 have a group of people who hate you and think you're ugly and hideous and tell you so. to your face#i gave up idk. im wearing makeup and i know my trans friends hate me for not trying to be a man#but my dad doesn't take jabs at my appearance every change he gets!#im gonna fuckjng kms#im like one of those ppl that gets bullied into suicide#if someone told me to kms id just do it thats how bulliable i am#âur fat and uglyâ okay shoot me in the head idk#i know im supposed to be okay with being fat and everything because of body positivity but i really just hate myself so much#and more than that i hate people#i hate how they look at me and how they think they're better than me#and i just want it. to stop.#so that's why im doing this i guess#i still use the same name i still really really don't want to be a girl but i know that like. being a guy won't work for me#im too pudgy. i don't have the hair or face for a short cut#i can look like a girl and still wanna be a guy! but really i don't wanna be a guy i just want a guy's name and male pronouns#and to generally act like a guy also.#but i understand that it's not the same and i feel selfish for it#idk im just feeling rn#ive been feeling for a while#vent post#vent
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on silly gender moments with snow: realizing you've been saying "i shouldve been born a guy" since you were like. 10
#IM NOT SAYING THAT IM A GUY yes i am sorta.#its complicated idek#actually you can come out of my draft since im cleaning hi#snow speaks#i was saying this on a different blog bc i was like >_> hmmm dont feel comfy talking about it on main#but then you know what its fine#anyways was having a moment of realization after my friend texted me 'hey girl!' and i was like stomping around like >:I i am not a girl!!!#i cant tell if thats just me not really feeling like i align to a girlthese days and i dont wanna use she/her (or am just v tired of using#them compared to they/them and even moreso he/him since no one bothers with those around me)#also i still joke about this alot which is kinda funny bc i do it half joking and like enough that i can dip out of the convo if they seem#weird about it BUT ANYWAYS LMAOOOO#snows gender: a joke.#anyways i need to look for something inmy drafts
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Nothing like friends knowing i have very limited free time insisting on coming over on a weekday and then leaving the house an hour later than they said. And stopping to fill up their tyres for some reason. I need to be in bed in 2 hours and i still haven't eaten bc they were supposed to bring food.
This is really on me though. I know they're always an hour late. That's why i don't coride with them when we go to our friends one town over despite the 40min trip.
Same friends that ditched me two days before our trip to see MCR in Germany btw.
#M#The mcr trip was even their idea tp begin with#Anyway i dont know why i still hang around with them#They can be nice but the guy is so apathetic he might as well be comatose#And the girl is chronically late and have 0 manners.#And i dont mean like 'ooh look at me i dont fart in front of others' she has that type of manners (i dont)#Like the 'no elbows on the table' manners. Things that don't really mean shit#I mean manners that matter. Like not asking your friends friend why she's lost her eye or your new friend why his arm doesn't work#Or arriving somewhat on time. Like within 20 minutes. Or keeping promises. Those kinds of manners#Anyway im just talking shit about them here to vent#I don't want to say this stuff to their faces and i dont wanna talk behind their backs to our common friends#So im just venting here#But honestly it's really annoying that they refuse to grow up and learn to act decently#Especially the girl has the mentality of a 15 year old#But then again she never moved out from her parents place so maybe that is hindering her...#These people are together and live at the girls parents btw no fault with living at home but i do believe it is heavily hindering developme#t for her#Urgh im so hungry where are theyyyy
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