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how not to — rafe cameron

rafe cameron x pogue!reader

summary: you and rafe are over, you've been over. and although he was the one who chose to end your relationship, he's also the one who can't seem to leave you alone and let the relationship go.

note: this is based off the song how not to by dan & shay!

You should be used to seeing him by now. Wheezie has been taking ballet classes at this studio for almost a year now and you are one of her instructors after all.

But for the last two months she was always coming in with her older brother in tow instead of her parents, claiming that Rafe had gotten stuck standing in as "dance brother" because they couldn't make it.

You believed it at first. You knew Mr. and Mrs. Cameron were busy people and work related responsibilities came up a lot. However when Wheezie got into her talkative moods and expressed how glad she was that Rafe offered to be her permanent chauffeur, you became skeptical.

Now you knew Rafe loved his little sister to pieces but if there was one thing he was never willing to do? It was sitting up at a dance studio surrounded by a bunch of middle-aged women bragging about theirs daughter's grand jeté being better than everyone else's.

And yet here he is, walking Wheezie in with a smile so big it made the skin around his eyes crinkle.

"Hey y/n!" Wheezie wears an identical smile to Rafe's, fully prepared for class in her light pink leotard and tights.

You stand up from the receptionist desk. "Hi wheezie," you reply. "Today we're going to be in studio B, go ahead and put your things in your locker."

She gives you an eager nod before skipping past you and to the back.

As soon as she's out of your line of sight you sit back down and do your best to make yourself look busy. A part of you hopes he'll choose to leave but as he continues to stare down at you from the other side of the desk, you know its wishful thinking.

"So," he says with that usual drawl to his voice. "How've you been?"

You still before slowly glancing up at him. You despise how good he looks in his backwards-facing baseball hat and Carolina blue UNC t-shirt. Did he somehow get beefier in the last few weeks?

"Uh, I've been good Rafe," you mutter. "How about you?"

Propping his arms atop of the counter, large biceps bulging beneath the hem of his short sleeves, he shrugs. " 'Been hanging in there."

You nod.

It was bizarre to think about how much a break up can change things. This was someone whose ear you used to talk off 24/7. He was a best friend to you before a lover and the one person you told everything to. That was all over now; you're nothing more than two strangers engaging in a boring conversation.

As much is it hurt you, you had to remember that it was his doing. It was his decision to end things with you after two years together.

"I must've missed you at Sarah's party the other night."

You wonder if he actually thinks this whole naive facade will work on you. Especially since you're more than sure that he was fully aware that you declined Sarah's invitation and why you declined it in the first place.

It was him; the reason why you refuse to step foot on Tannyhill. Even when Rose begged you to give Wheezie private lessons on the estate, you politely said no. You just couldn't do it. It was hard enough living in the same town and trying to avoid him; and the only reason you were able to was because of your differing tax brackets.

You were a pogue and after the break up you couldn't help but thank your lucky stars that you resided on the Cut.

Work was also something you looked forward to because him dropping off and picking up Wheezie was rare.

Or at least, it used to be.

"No you didn't," you give him a blank stare. "I didn't go."

"Because of me?"

You sigh. "Rafe..."

You rise from your seat and go to make your way towards the studios. The sight of you leaving practically sends him into a panic, he rounds the desk and softly grabs your sweater-covered wrist in his hand.

"Look you don't have to do that okay?" His face is pinched with guilt. "You don't have to avoid me o-or stop hanging out with my sister because—"

Your scoffs cuts him off and he furrows his brows in confusion.

That expression alone has your skin getting hot. Is he serious?

"Did you not tell me, verbatim, to "get the hell out of your life" and that you were tired of being smothered by me? Are those not the words that came out of your mouth?"

Rafe combs a hand through his hair. "I...yes okay I said some shitty things but it was just that, bullshit. I didn't mean any of it, alright?"

You glare up at him, yanking your arm from his grasp. "And here we go with the excuses."

"It's not an excuse, y/n. I was fucked up because of all that shit going on with the guys, I took it out on you—"

"Like always," You shake your head. "You let them get into your head, and like always, I became collateral damage. It was fuck my feelings as long as," you take a quick glance around, bringing your voice down to a whisper. "Topper and Kelce gave you the validation you were looking for."

Rafe looks down in shame, swallowing hard.

You thought he was past that stage in his life, caring what people thought of him and your relationship. Apparently you were wrong.

"I just don't get it," you feel stupid as tears well up in your eyes. "If I wasn't good enough for you to choose me, then why can't you just leave me alone?"

“I made a mistake yn,” Rafe shuffles in place, working up the courage to meet your eyes again. He regrets it as soon as he takes in the tears in yours eyes. He hates himself for making you cry, it makes him think of the promise he broke. The one where he said he’d never hurt you and couldn’t imagine ever doing so. But he was a destructive bastard who was only capable of breaking things; hurting those closest to him. It was in his nature.

And yet, despite being fully aware of who he was and everything he was capable of, he couldn’t find it in himself to let you go. Not when he still thinks about every minute of everyday. Yeah it was contradicting; he made his choice and he should be the one who’s strong enough to walk away and move on. However the thought of you no longer being in his life terrifies him more than anything else.

 “I just wanna fix it.”

“You can’t,” You say, turning away from him. “So please, let this go. Let me go.”

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STOP THE ROOM THJS IS SO GOOD

✰ 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞

— the “my emergency contact” trend with your boyfriend, rafe

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[zyafics]

i have half of full throttle done (oneshot fic of maybank!reader post finish line) and i wanna post it so bad but it's not done and i haven't written the smut yet 😭

[zyafics]

my pretty naive girly i’m so ready to read more about u 💗🥹

INTRODUCING SHELTERED!READER

SHELTERED!READER who is the daughter of an overprotective father. she's not allowed to go to many parties, she has a 8 o'clock curfew, and must be in the house not a second later.

SHELTERED!READER who always has her nose in a book whenever you see her. she practically lives in the library and you rarely see her anywhere else on campus.

SHELTERED!READER who gets noticed by popular quarterback rafe cameron when she is out having a bite to eat at the local diner in town. she's sitting alone at a booth with a milkshake and french-fries sitting in front her; and like always, she's reading.

SHELTERED!READER who gets approached by rafe and doesn't know what to do. she's never been approached by a guy before, especially someone of rafe's....status.

SHELTERED!READER who can't stop talking once rafe asks her about the book she's reading. she takes his curiosity as a green light to tell him any & everything; from the plot, to the characters, and even facts about the author.

SHELTERED!READER who became surprisingly comfortable with talking to rafe until she noticed his friends giggling and whispering from their table. she's naive but not that naive, so she shuts the conversation down there and leaves rafe wondering what changed in a matter of minutes.

SHELTERED!READER who tries her best to her avoid rafe after this but he does NOT let her. he starts going out of his way to talk to her at school and when she gets fed up and asks him why, he tells her its because they're "friends now".

SHELTERED!READER who is now known as "bambi" at school because rafe decided that it was her new nickname and never hesitates to shout it whenever he sees her in the hallways or literally anywhere else on campus.

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dealer!rafe and stripper!reader meeting for the first time

warnings: vulgar language, rafe being a strip club virgin, inaccurate portrayal of strip club atmosphere, brief talk of ass shaking

"you tellin' me you ain't none of your bitch ass friends took you to a strip club befo'? barry looks up at rafe with a pair of wide eyes, shaking his head. "that shit is sad man, all that money and you ain't never made it rain on no strippas."

rafe chuckles as they make their away across the crowded parking lot. hands tucked in the pockets on his khaki pants. "what can I say man, the place never interested me before."

"what?" barry frowns in confusion. "beautiful women shaking they ass and titties in yo' face don't interest you?"

shrugging, rafe stares up at the sign that read Magic City Gentlemen's Club. "never been in one to know for sure."

"well country cub, i'm 'bout to show you exactly what you and them soft ass rich boys been missing out on." barry smirks, slapping rafe's chest before leading him through the double doors.

although the parking lot was evidence for how packed the place was, it still was a bit shocking to see just how many people were in attendance. if they weren't standing at the bar being serviced by the bartenders then they were surrounding the stages, salivating over the half naked women they were showering with dollar bills.

a part of him expected to only see Pogues in the likes of this place but as he looked around he recognized a bunch of men who were not only country club members, but associates of his father too.

"aight now," barry claps his hands together. "while it is a lot of bad bitches innis place to choose from, ima do you a favor and get you hooked up with my favorite one."

scoffing, rafe glances around at the various scantily clad women leading men around by the hand. "been here so much you actually have a favorite?"

"aye man, don't knock it until you see her. trust me, she got the potential to make you spend all ya money on her and go broke."

looking around eagerly, barry's eyes frantically scoured the dark club until the stop on a spot across the room. "lo and behold," he grins. "aye angel!"

rafe follows his gaze, there you are. he has no idea if that was your real name or if barry calling you that had anything to do with the pure white lingerie outfit you were wearing. his eyes trail down from your soft curls to the curves of your exposed body.

"from the looka' that drool goin' down ya chin, you see the hype." barry snickers from beside him, making rafe shove his shoulder. "angel!"

at the second shout of your name you finally look over at barry, a bright smile gracing your gloss-covered lips. on the tallest heels he's ever seen, you saunter over to them with your hips swaying.

"barry," you bat your eyelashes at him. "made some good sales today?"

barry smirks at you, stepping so close that your chest nearly touches his. "you know I like to come spend a lil sumn sumn on you and your girls when I got it."

you hum, lips stretching into an even wider smile. "i'll let them know to make it good for you tonight then." as if you're barely noticing him hovering a few inches away, your eyes meet rafe's with a curious glint in them. "who's this?"

"angel, this here is my homeboy and business partner country club," leading you over by the hand. "country club, this is angel."

much like he did you, your eyes survey him from head to toe. the way you spend a few seconds too long on his pants has him fighting off the urge to fidget.

you huff out a laugh. "thought you said kooks were only good for being customers."

"what can i say, we make good money together."

gently easing your hand out of barry's, you angle your body towards rafe's. his brooding silence making him all the more appealing to you.

"you a first timer country club?"

" 'that obvious?" he drawls out.

you shrug. "trust me, i would remember a face like yours."

"huh."

"so," your eyes don't leave his. "who's going first?"

your heels are the only reason you can see the way his pupils dilate and you come to a quick realization that you hope that its him.

a throat clears from beside the two of you, making you look over a barry. "well i hyped you up to my boy so i'ma gone and let you show him wassup."

with that, he strolls over to one of the other dancers lingering around and leans down to whisper in her hear.

"well country club--"

"rafe," he interrupts. " 'name's rafe."

"rafe," you purr, resting a hand on the center of his chest. "you ready?"

"lead the way angel."

a/n this was so rushed but fuck it we ball 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[zyafics]

hihihi i love ur fic ‘wildflower by five seconds of summer’ which was a best friends to lovers, I was wondering if you could do a fox where he’s reassuring her that he’s attracted to her and idk. But she basically feels that they were best friends for so long that maybe he’s just dating her for her personality and doesn’t actually want to see her idkkkk but I think you’d be super good at writing this one

omg thank you!! something about bsf!reader gives me so much energy to come up with them so let’s get to it 🤞🏼

REAL OR NOT REAL | Rafe Cameron

MASTERLIST (Blurb)

Pairing — BSF!Rafe x Wildflower!Female Reader

Word Count — 1.7K.

Content — fluff, Rafe comforting Reader about her insecurities, happy endings.

You always been aware of Rafe’s type.

There’s a certain degree that sparks Rafe’s interest, and how you slot into his future, but it hadn’t matter to you. Especially since you’re together now, it’s a constant reinforcement that he chose you out of all the girls on his roster. And he’ll keep choosing you because you’re his best friend.

At least, that’s what you like to think.

Your first cloud of doubt came in the form of an engagement.

When Kelce sank to the floor on one knee, holding up a sparkling diamond ring, he didn’t have the chance to finish his sentence before his girlfriend, Aria, leaped into his arms, squealing out a yes!

From there on, the entire restaurant cheers at the vow, and you alongside it, clapping your hands together with the utmost glee. You’re happy for your friend, and his embarkment on this new stage in his relationship. And you rejoiced in that feeling, floating in its bubble, until Topper came over to clap a hand on Rafe’s shoulder.

“How do you feel, man?” Topper asks, looking directly at your boyfriend.

“What do you mean? I didn’t get engaged,” Rafe huffs with a roll of his eyes, and you laugh, wrapping your arms around his bicep. He glances down at you with a soft smile.

“Not that,” Topper scolds, “In general. We always thought it would be you first.”

Your shoulders slouch. “What?” You question, but your voice is soft in the loud atmosphere. They didn’t hear you. Somehow, Kelce manages to enter at the tail-end of the conversation.

“Yeah, Rafe, never thought I’d beat you out,” Kelce laughs.

“You didn’t beat me,” Rafe declares calmly, holding up a glass of whiskey.

“I’m one step ahead of you,” Kelce refutes. “Didn’t you have a whole future planned? The house, the wife, the kids? The whole nine?”

“He’s been saying it since we were teens,” Topper adds. “Changed your mind?”

Rafe shrugs, appearing indifferent, but something cold runs through your veins. He lifts the glass to his lips. “When it happens, it happens.”

“Make it happen soon, alright?” Kelce adds with a grin, just as Aria slides beside him and he wraps a protective arm around her waist. “Because we’re planning a family, and my kids are gonna need your kids to keep them in check.”

“Or the other way around,” Aria comments with a chuckle, and the entire night went on as such. You celebrate among your friends at the restaurant of their engagement, the waitstaff brings out a glorious dessert for the couple, and everyone is in high spirits.

By the time you come home, all that energy disperses, and everything comes flooding back.

You almost forgot. Before Rafe and you got together, he had envisioned a future that didn’t match yours. He wanted a wife and kids, all before the age of thirty. He didn’t want to wait, as he always said before, he wanted it to be young, to start early, just as his father did.

You don’t feel the same. You grew up in a household that abandoned you to your own devices, hollowed out in creaky hallways and subdued by a rotation of maids and servants in and out of your estate. You always knew you wanted kids later, or not at all because you wanted to take time and travel the world.

This doesn’t match Rafe’s.

Yet, it was never brought up. You were so consumed by the bliss of finally having each other, that you neglected the very foundation of what it means to be in a relationship in the first place—to address the conversation of a different yet nearing future you each carved out for yourself.

Doubt begins to lament every inch of your skin as to why Rafe is with you in the first place. He had known this–he’s your best friend—he knows you’re different from what he wants and he still pursues it? Was it for fun? Was it to pass the time until he found someone more compatible to match his needs? Perhaps, even a chance, Rafe was so used to having you at his side that it was easier to seduce you into the most natural next-step role. He didn’t actually like you, your brain argued, he got with you out of pure convenience.

So, you start distancing yourself. Every invitation to spend with the newlyweds was declined, and every inquiry to come over to your house was subsequently ignored. It got to the point where, a week in, Rafe finally had enough and came into your house unannounced.

“What the hell is going on with you?” Rafe demands upon entering your room, his eyes sliding across the place to find the messiness of your sanction, pillows, and blankets thrown to different corners. Almost ditch-like, as if you hadn’t had the chance to leave—in fear of encountering him.

“What?” You ask meekly, shoulders slouching inwards, making yourself small.

“You’ve been ignoring me,” he declares accusingly.

“Not true,” you argue.

He glares. “Don’t lie to me.”

You hesitate, digging your nails into the sheets and playing with the covers of your bed. “I just need some time for myself; to think,” “About what?”

You inhale sharply, trying to fizzle out your nerves. All your thoughts and rumbustious questions lead to this final end. This is it.

“I think we could break up.”

For the first time since Rafe’s entry, he’s taken aback by your statement. He unconsciously takes a step backward, brows drawn together, throat tightening. “What?” He replies, his voice low.

Now or never.

“I’ve been thinking about it for the past few days, and I think it’s the best option,” you reason, trying to appear as if this comes from a place of logic rather than insecurities. “For our future.”

“Our future?” He repeats, testing the words on his tongue.

“We’re not compatible,” you continue, the confession slicing at your chest. Tightening your skin. “I want certain things, and you want different things. Honestly, I don’t even know why you liked me in the first place. We were better off as—”

“Slow down,” Rafe cuts you off. You’re going so frantic, trying to streamline a sense of continual thought, that he thought you were going into a panic attack. Rafe lowers himself to your level, taking a precarious step forward and encroaching on your bed. “What do you mean?”

“We should break up.”

“No,”

“Rafe,” you pout, eyes softening, trying to let him go the gentlest way possible. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“You’re being unreasonable,”

“I’m being logical,” you argue.

He scoffs. “Logical? You’re breaking up over a problem that doesn’t exist. Incompatible? Really? You had a whole week to come up with an excuse and that’s what you settle on?”

Your shoulders sink. You play with the frayed threads of your comforter, and the mattress dips to accommodate his weight. His hand hovers over yours, halting your nervous antics and forcing your gaze back onto his.

“What happened?” Rafe asks gently.

“I can’t give you what you want,” you murmur with a cry, pathetically feeling like you’re close to tears.

“Okay,” he cautions slowly. “What do I want?”

“Not me,” you insist weepingly, “I don’t want kids, or to be a housewife. Being in your life, I ruin your plans.”

“Baby,” he murmurs, cradling your face. “I don’t care about that.”

Your heart beams with hope, before being smothered by the reminder that this is a trick to ease your thoughts. “You don’t want kids?”

“Of course, I want them,” your chest tightens. “But I want them with you when you’re ready.”

He adds. “I was serious that night,” he reminds you of that first night when you two became an item. “It’s you or nothing.”

You remain quiet.

“What else? Hit me.”

“I’m afraid,” you confess quietly.

“Of what?”

“That you don’t really like me. I think you’re with me because it’s the easiest thing, or perhaps you don’t want to let me down or—”

“Calm down, wildflower,” he breaths out, dropping his hand to your chest, forcing your intake to steady. They do, calming under his palm. “How about I tell you what I feel instead of you making assumptions?”

He’s right. That’s logical. As you nod, composing your words, you slowly draw a steady breath. “Do you want a housewife?”

“I do,” he answers honestly. “But I only want you.”

“And if I don’t?” You ask. “I don’t want to be one?”

“Then you won’t, simple as that.”

Your eyes pan across his handsome face, trying to uncover any mistruths, but you find none. It settles something in you, and you reveal your next step of doubts.

“You said you wanted to settle down before your 30s,” you remind him.

“That was before I knew this,” he gestures between you, “had a chance.”

“So you change your plans for me?”

“You’re my future,”

You swallow hard. “And if I don’t want to? Not just settling down—but I want to travel the world, and experience adventure, what do you say?”

He comes forward, cupping your chin and forcing your gaze on his. “I say do whatever the hell you want, as long as it’s with me.”

You brush your hands against his jaw, stopping your questions, before having one more on the tip of your tongue. Rafe nods encouragingly, “Anything else?”

You hesitate, and Rafe’s hand slides up your neck, finding that sensitive spot, and cradles it under his palm. “Ask the last one.”

Exhaling, you ask, “Do you like me?”

“Baby, you’re the love of my fucking life. I don’t think there’s anyone I like more than you.”

A blanket of comfort wraps around you, your heart softens, expression relaxes. Your brows pinch together, and they look up at him with utmost guilt. “I’m sorry,” you murmur.

“Don’t be,” he leans forward to press a kiss against your forehead. “You needed that. But I’m here to remind you—I want you. I chose you. The only way someone’s leaving this relationship is through death.”

You laugh softly, tears crowding your vision. “Is that a threat?”

“I think it’s a vow,” he murmurs, closer between you and pressing a soft kiss on your lips. “In sickness and in health, or whatever.”

Your hands run through his hair, pulling him closer, “How about let’s stay in bed and figure out the rest later?”

His hand catches the mattress, and his body presses against yours, forcing you onto your back as he covers you. And he kisses you again. And again. Until you’re out of breath. “I like the sound of that.”

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im just a girl who loves frat rafe, nerd rafe, soft rafe, baby daddy rafe, husband rafe, toxic rafe, ex rafe, druggie rafe, needs a hug rafe, imprisoned rafe, season one rafe, season two rafe, season three rafe, season four rafe, i will love season five rafe, rafe, rafe cameron, kelce and toppers bestfriend rafe, golfer rafe, abusive rafe, sweetheart rafe, college rafe, ghostface rafe, serial killer rafe, rafe in season two with that sexy ass hat on when hiding from the police in the boat with barry, rafe in a grey north face jacket, enemy rafe, wards least favourite child, sarah and wheezies older brother, kook king rafe, highschool lovers rafe, rafe…. did i mention rafe cameron from obx?

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i’m obsessed with this; the way you can imagine every emotion rafe has and how reader feels captivated by them; i love how you divided them into different sections so each part is their own “experience” and i love how it’s so imaginative because i can see it so vividly.

mdni 18+

rafe cameron is a tease, and not the kind that makes it fun. he revels in making you suffer. gets off on the sight of you writhing in his lap, grinding down on the thick, hard press of him, but he won’t give you what you want—not yet. instead, he lounges back, eyes heavy-lidded, mouth curling into a mean leer. “what, baby? need somethin’?” his fingers find your jaw, thumb pressing into the soft hinge of it, tilting your face up. restraint strung so thin and tight it’s a miracle he hasn’t snapped. “c’mon,” he coos, voice coaxing, filthy in its sweetness. “be a good girl. ask me real nice.”

rafe cameron is violent. not to you, never to you, but all that rage, just looking for an excuse—a fist connecting with a jaw, followed by the sickening crack of cartilage giving way. and you should stop him, because it’s the decent thing to do—but all you can feel is the slow coil of heat licking up the base of your spine, thighs clenching together involuntarily. and later, rafe’s hands are still shaking, but they’re on you now, and that’s all that matters. “you like that, huh? bet you were fucking soaking for it.” because of course he fucking knows. he clocked it the second he threw that first punch—the look on your face, not horror, not even disgust (which would’ve been justified), but with something else. fascination. “god, you’re sick, baby,” he croons, pressing his thigh between yours, forcing a slow, grinding friction that has you biting back a moan. “good thing i am too.”

rafe cameron is prone to jealousy. it is an ugly thing. and it doesn’t take much. if another guy so much as looks at you the wrong way and rafe sees it, he doesn’t bother pretending he’s not pissed. “you think i didn’t notice that? you fuckin’ smiling at him?” his voice is bitten-off, like the thought itself physically pains him. and maybe it does. maybe that’s why he’s panting, pupils blown wide, hands shaking as they yank your thighs apart, forces you to feel the way he’s still twitching with it. he makes you redeem yourself. has you choking on his name like it’s your only salvation, again and again and again, repentance. until he’s inside you in every sense that matters—body, mind, and soul.

rafe cameron is clingy, and that’s the real kicker. when you’re spent, raw, leaking his cum between your thighs, he doesn’t let you go. won’t let you go. arms cinch around your waist like a vice, his skin is searing hot where it presses to yours, even as the sweat cools and your body shakes with the aftermath. even then, he’s still latched on, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

[zyafics]

GUYS ZYA IS STILL ALIVE!!!!!! she js so busy being an academic weapon and being cunty (yapper) baddie mother.

lets all wait for her comeback. FOR ASIA !!!!!!

asian african princess who's her wife girlfriend sister bff aliyah

I AM ALIVE YES YES

damn aliyah truly stole allll the titles

[zyafics]

babe, you're writing a book??!! how many chapters did i miss !?!!

hehe yes i am! i've always written books before i written fanfics, so this is just a return for me 🙂‍↕️ but yes, i'm writing a little college sports romance under a new pen name so i lowkey wonder when i publish will u guys recognize my writing or not haha

[zyafics]

ZYA OMG YOURE BACK!!

YES LOWKEY i've been on tumblr more than i've been on it lately, and i've been writing... hehe

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https://www.tumblr.com/zyafics/775954847122980864/first-of-all-im-still-so-excited-about-your-book?source=share

feel like I'll study a bit more, I'm definitely not ready to be yeeted in the working life, im honestly just a baby

thinking about keeping up with chem or just shifting and actually getting into food engineering, which has so many opportunities, both in research and working with facilities, which is something im doing with chem engineering

but thinking about my future makes me cry on god

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MY LITTLE SCIENTIST!! this is so exciting though!! i totally understand not wanting to enter the working life either (me going into law school frfr is a procrastination) but it's gonna be such a great future! i love my girlies who enter STEM because i look up to yall so much!

but i get thinking about your future makes u anxious. i literally shut my calendar sometimes bc i cannot handle it

[zyafics]

first of all im still so excited about your book and the fact that you want to publish??? ill be your first sale baby!!!

im studying chemical engineering and when i tell you my life is in shambles...

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wait that's actually so incredible, chem engineering?? i know u are an absolute scholar! i took two years of gen chem (originally was a pre-med major) and i absolutely loved the concepts and reference it often, but i couldn't stand the rigor 😭 but r u planning on going to grad school or straight into the work force?

[zyafics]

hiiii zya!!! just stopping by to check in & to tell u i got a job!!!!!! yayyyy!!!!

hope all is well with u 🫰🏻🤍

GABI!!! AHH NO WAY!! I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!! I HOPE THE NEW JOB IS TREATING U WELL

[zyafics]

your community misses you pretty 🥲

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i miss my community sm pretty

[zyafics]

https://www.tumblr.com/zyafics/775063992323489792/hello-my-dearest-zya-weekly-check-in-to-know-how?source=share

omg that makes me so excited!! I hadn't realized how far you were with your book, it's something serious!

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honestly, i wish i was further!! i think i just put a lot of hard deadlines on myself bc my goals was to finished the first draft of my book before the end of march, but i don't know if that's feasible. i just really wanna publish 🥹

[zyafics]

miss you and your writing but i know you're being an academic weapon 🙂‍↕️ hope everything is good for you 🫶🫶

thank u for being so understanding 🥹