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inriospocket · 1 year

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daisy!! how are you doing? i know you have exams so please feel free to get to this anytime. i got let out of my previous job position and i’m currently confused because of the explainatoon that was given and job searching again. would love to see how rio would act to the reader in that same scenario after he notices she’s either got too much time on her hands or just hasn’t been doing her regularly scheduled program for work. (1/2).

(2/2) also would love to know if she’d confront her boss or whomever about letting her go to begin with or would rio? i just see a ton of angst, fluff, and protective vibes from rio in my head so please feel free to do with these ideas what you will! i hope your exams good/went great 💕. you’re a stunning star ✨💖.

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I know this is very late but I'm hoping you were able to find another job or another path you feel better on. If you're still active, let me know! I'd love to know if you're doing better. Enjoy! :)

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Respectfully, fuck you

word count ♡ 1,036

summary ♡ You’ve just been let go from your job and Rio has noticed an abnormal amount of free time you’ve had.

situation ♡ angst/fluff

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“But, why? Did I do something wrong?” You asked, scanning your manager’s eyes for answers.

You could see his cold stare shift into a look of guilt, and he looked away, keeping his hands busy with loose paperwork on his desk.

“Please clear your things. We’ll have your last check in your account by Friday.” He said without another word.

You hadn’t known a day without working. You could say since you were the eldest of 5, you’ve always had some sort of job. Since Rio and you got together, he had been taking care of everything which he encouraged but you wanted to work anyway. But with the excuse of the bills being paid, and you just getting fired; you had simply nothing to do but think.

Everyone else would have been ecstatic to have a break, but it only filled you with more anxiety. Rio started his days early and almost always ended late, but he did happen to notice that you were still in your pajamas when he came home for lunch each day.

“You’ve been calling out of work or somethin’?” He mentioned as he set a bottle of water down for you.

You shook your head, mindlessly scrolling through the channels on the tv.

“Wassup then?” He asked again.

You weren’t sure why you hadn’t told him that you got fired yet. You were just so stuck in your head all this time.

“They fired me.” You said, and you could see the mental wheels turning in his calculated head.

You read him very well from the soft to cold stare when he turned that inner switch off. He was obviously more upset than you were.

“Bet,” he said instantly. He didn’t ask for any explanation knowing he didn’t need one. He already had his plan together to fuck your manager up but as soon as he opened the car door to leave, he almost instantly closed it back.

He knew you didn’t do anything wrong, but it was more concerning that you weren’t sad, or even angry. You were simply just existing. He concluded that it was no longer up to him to defend you. This was something you needed to work through on your own, but he would just have to give you a push.

“I was hoping you’d change your mind about breaking his fingers.” You joked as you saw him come back inside.

“Actually, his thumbs. Can’t do shit without your thumbs.” He made himself chuckle.

You shrugged again, mindlessly scrolling through your phone now. He stood against the wall, hands in his pockets as if he was waiting for something.

“What’s up with you, mama? Sitting around here ain’t gonna find you answers.” He said.

You remained quiet but he knew you were listening since your thumb was just hovering over your phone screen now.

“What do you want, [Y/N]? You want your job back? You want another?” He pushed.

You shrugged.

“Oh, so things get hard, and you just give up?” He pushed again. You took one of the throw pillows from the couch and flung it towards his head.

“What is it you want me to say? I’m not you; I don’t want to go around fucking people up because they make me upset,” You folded your arms.

“So, you are upset?” He asked, tilting his head even though he already knew.

“Of course, I'm upset! I work really hard and for someone to not give a quarter of a shit to explain why I’m- you know what? Fuck this.” You stood up and went to get your keys.

Rio bit his lip to hide his smirk, but he was waiting for you to finally get it together. Even if you weren’t going to get any answers, you were going to have the last word.

Rio was close behind when you marched your way through the cubicles to find where your manager was. He did a double take when he realized it was you interrupting his important conference meeting.

“Oh, sorry Rick, am I interrupting? Did you happen to get to the part where you take your sponsors money, fuck off with it and fire your best employees because you can’t afford to pay them?” You said, giving him an artificial smile.

You figured it out quickly once you were done wallowing and it was fair enough that what you said alone in front of all these important people likely tanked his entire business.

Rick laughed it off nervously, but cold stares were filling the entire room towards him. He cleared his throat, reaching for the button on the conference phone for security.

Rio stood back like a dark shadow, but he didn’t go unnoticed.

“Don’t...don’t do that.” Rio said, stopping him in his tracks.

“You’re gonna have to get more than security to get me out of here before I’m done. Besides the fraud and theft, I really rocked with you, Rick. I mean, nothing beats stale ass donuts. The worst part about it is how loyal I was. I came in on time, stayed late and for what? For you to sit back and get sucked off on the clock by the bitch in HR? The irony.”

Your old coworkers' heads popped up from their cubicles one by one to get a better view.

“That’s enough!” Rick yelled, and Rio instantly stepped forward until you put your hand up to stop him.

“Sir, respectfully, fuck your meeting,” You giggled, going around the table to push all the important paperwork on the floor.

“Fuck your office,” You said again, taking each jellybean bowl from the table one by one to dump wherever you could.

It seemed like you were done when you walked towards the door until you reached for the trash can.

“And most importantly, fuck you!” You said, dumping it and throwing the container at him.

Rio couldn’t hold in his laughter any longer, and he couldn’t have been any prouder of his girl.

After your well needed release, you finally had a clear mind to figure things out.

“So, what’s next?” Rio asked, planting subtle kisses on your forehead.

“I’m going to do what I want now.” You smiled.

#rio good girls #rio x reader #gg fic #angst #light fluff

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juuuuunaaaaaooooo · 5 months

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Brio Fic Week 2024 Result!!!!!

Here are the result!!! I combine the ao3 and tumblr result!!!!

Once again...Infinitely thank you everyone!!!!! You can't know how much it's make me happy to see so much enthousiasm from you, so, just thank you <3333333

Date : Last week of March 2024 ( From Monday, March 25 2024, to, Monday, 1st April 2024)

Tropes :

Day 1 : Fake Dating

Day 2 : Surnatural Au (Vampire, Witches, Werewolf, Vampire...^^ Etc...)

Day 3 : Write something based on a song or quote that reminds you of them

Day 4 : Brio and each other kids

Day 5 : They wear each other's clothes or accessories

Day 6 : They were neighbors (the roomates tropes for adult^^)

Day 7 : Because It has an equality....I decide to write both...You can choose wich one you prefer OR write both^^ : Movie Or Book Au (choose a movie or even a tv show, or a book and replace the characters with Brio) And Activities as a couple (sports, dancing, shopping, movie nights, etc.)

Bonus Day/Day 8 : WRITE EVERYTHING YOU WANT!!! ALL YOUR IDEAS, OR PROMPT, OR THE TROPES WHO DIDN'T WIN.....EVERYTHING!!!!!!

To Your Keyboards, Or Pens ^^ <3

I CAN'T WAIT <33333

Ps : If you post your fic here please tag #brioficweek2024, like that I can find your work and reblog it <3

#brioficweek2024 #THANK YOU EVERYONE #<3 #beth x rio #rio x beth #Brio #gg #nbc good girls #good girls nbc #gg fic #brio fic #brio fanfic #brio fanfiction #result #brio gg #brio good girls

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pynkhues · 4 months

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I know you said you have a lot of GG prompts already but, if you’re feeling inspired, I’m so curious what you’d come up with for brio: 28 feeling for each other in the dark

L for the minifics being: a stolen kiss.

Our Endless Numbered Days Beth x Rio. NBC Good Girls. 6k words. M. -

For a minute, it’s hard to see the source of the blood, rivulets running down the thin lines of his abs, pooling in the hollow of his belly button. It smears red across too much of him, and Beth has to lean in a little closer until the metallic scent of blood hits her nostrils and it’s all she can smell. She curls her hair behind her ears, traces her gaze until she finds the wound that’s still weeping. A round little puncture about the size of a watch face, a newborn’s yawning mouth, a golden dollar, in the normally honeyed skin at the edge of his left hip.

Beth exhales, and she’s close enough it hits his side, if the shiver that runs through him is any indication, and she shifts back onto the couch as she looks back up at him. -

A blackout rolls over the city and Rio shows up at Beth's in need of a little care. Set post-s4.

#everyone's going to think this is the pregnancy scare fic and look #it's not #hahaha #but omg it's my first fic since june last year and my first brio fic since december 2021 #which is lowkey blowing my mind #tentatively trying to write more fic again as warm ups for novel writing #which has worked this week as you can see haha #hope you like it!#beth x rio #nbc good girls #gg fic

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starstruckunknown-princess · 1 year

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Left Me On Read

Pairing: Jess Mariano x F!Reader

Warnings: Snowballs, other than that, fluff!

Word Count: 813

Summary: You own Stars Hollow Books and have been trying to get home-grown writer Jess Mariano to do a signing for his new book. When you see him in town after weeks of silence, you do the only logical thing. However, logic has never been your strong suit when Jess is around.

A/N: Again, not sure how much traction Jess has on this site but I’m posting this anyway cuz it’s cute af and I just wanna live in Stars Hollow in winter!

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Stars Hollow was magical in the wintertime. The town square all lit up with warm string lights, Kirk selling hot cocoa by the steps of the gazebo. It had been the same since you and your mom moved here when you were five. You couldn’t stay away, even when you’d left for college (Columbia, not that it mattered here). After college, you moved back and eventually took over the bookstore from Andrew.

You were walking home through the square when you spotted him talking to his uncle outside of Doose’s Market and you stopped in your tracks. Ever since you’d read his latest book, Stars That Fade, you’d been dying to talk to him about it face-to-face, even inviting him to do a signing at the bookshop you two had so often frequented as teenagers. You hadn’t heard back from him at all in the last six weeks since his book was released, and then he just waltzes into your town and doesn’t expect you to take your childish revenge?

Jess Mariano had another thing coming.

He’d grown up in the last few years, but then again so had you. And he had grown up good. No longer did his hair stick straight up like he’d stuck a fork in an outlet. It lay in thick, glossy layers and was getting long, you were willing to bet he’d be able to pull most of it into a small ponytail. He’d also gotten, for lack of a better word, broad. When you’d met he’d been muscly but thin, almost as waifish as Rory had been.

Obviously, you hadn’t matured as much as you thought, because a few seconds after seeing him you buried your hands in the snow and started shaping it into a tight ball. The broad back of his leather jacket made too tempting a target for you to just ignore, especially since he’d been ignoring you for weeks.

A car passed by and you took aim. Jess was across the street, still talking to Luke with his back toward you. He hadn’t noticed you yet, but Luke had. Luke saw exactly what you were doing and made no move to stop you or warn his nephew — he even tapped Jess’s shoulder to move him a bit to the right and further from the telephone pole to make your shot easier. What a guy, that Luke Danes.

You threw the snowball, hitting Jess squarely between his shoulder blades, sending snow down the back of his leather jacket. He jumped around like a madman trying to get it out and you couldn’t help the loud laugh that echoed across the street. Luke was trying not to double over in hysterics, his hand over his mouth.

“What the hell? Oh,” Jess said, catching sight of you. Your eyes connected and you smiled at him, waving cheekily. “You’re dead!”

He dashed across the street and you took off across the square, scooping more snow as you did. You stood on one side of the gazebo and Jess stuttered to a stop on the other side, his own snowball ready to throw. He moved to the right, you dodged to your left to maintain your distance. This continued until you both stood in the gazebo, each with one foot on the top step below, ready to flee if necessary.

“Come on, you owe me one good shot!” he negotiated.

“You deserved that and you know it,” you said back, trying to hide the smile in your voice. “Consider it my last ditch effort to get a response from you.”

“Well you’ve got my attention, sweetheart. Now, would you act like an adult and let me pelt you with this snowball?” Jess’s eyes sparkled and he shook the hand that held the snowball. How could you deny him when he was so damn irresistible? He always had been.

“Fine, go ahead.” You raise your arms to the side and tilt your head back, allowing him to take aim. The snowball hits the gazebo floor, shattering over the toes of your boots and you raise an eyebrow at him.

“I’m sorry I left you on read,” He approached you and traced his hands down the arms of your coat. “Truncheon has been insane, holidays you know. And then one of our presses went down and that was a whole debacle. How’ve you been?” He asked.

“I’m good. Store’s keeping me busy, but overall I’m good.”

“Yeah? You look good.”

You blushed and glanced away from him. “You look good too, Mariano.”

“Hey, are you busy right now? I was gonna head over to Al’s and grab a bite.”

“I am the opposite of busy right now.”

“Cool.” His dark eyes glinted in the fairy lights above your heads as he glanced at your lips, then back to your eyes. You couldn’t help the fluttering in your chest.

“Cool.”

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#jess mariano #jess mariano x reader #stars hollow #gilmore girls fic #gg fic #fanfiction #snowball fight #writing challenge #fluffcember #milo ventimiglia

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vnyverse · 1 year

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A/n: sorry if this feels rushed, I’m wanting to be consistent but I’ll still be editing this!

Being childhood friends, and on top of that, having Yuna as your originally betrothed wife, it was easy for anyone to see that they shouldn’t mess with her, or you’d see it through that they’d get it from you. It could be a simple little busted lip or a good old pinky removal with a refreshing alcohol soak. All changed however with her father’s passing, as no one else within her family held a position in the gang, other than her cousin, Ryujin, and it was decided that you’d have the final say as to who you’d like to marry, as heir apparent to the gang and the family fortune. You didn’t let this translate to any form of controlling yuna’s life, she was free to do whatever she liked-date, pleasure or love.

Driving past every streetlight on the highway, the bursts of bright light seemed to coincide with every beat of what was blasting through the speakers, yet tension hung in the air as neither of you looked at each other for the entire ride, let alone share words with one another. Riding shotgun, her slow blinks into the faraway cityscape seem to be a mirror of how her desire for material wealth had her discard all exclusivity in your relationship. It wasn’t like you couldn’t live without her either, really, as time passed there were no labels on your relationship and you could have girls over with a simple text, but something about this girl was just so enchanting. You admired her confidence, and as a child you’d always blush when she called you her wife, you still do when the the term is jokingly brought up by her on occasions she was drunk and you were her desired chauffeur.

A mistake was made. Letting your ego get the best of you, one phone call and some secretly taken pictures uploaded by yuna’s friend yeji, had you seriously regret your actions, hence the sudden meet up with yuna. One quiet dinner later, you knew you messed up. Her gaze no longer hung onto you like it used to, and her hands seemed to just have been on her lap for the whole of dinner when they’d normally be rested on the table-another sign of her discomfort.

Now you wished the blindingly bright red street light could for once be brighter and just permanently impair your vision, deprive you of sight and erase your existence. A chrome silver supercar pulls up beside your vehicle, with its owners’ haughty eyes eagerly eyeing yuna, and before long red turns green, the very girl beside you rolls the window down and smiles, and your surroundings seemed to blur, as you remember that was the very playboy she used to fool with for an allowance. You sometimes couldn’t help but wonder about what exactly you were. Best friends? Platonic soulmates? Friends with benefits?

Sure, the douchebag of a loser had money, some two block hairstyle that was styled the same way as half of Korea, and a nice car, but what exactly was so special about him? Yuna couldn’t do any better? Surely she could, you were right beside her, was she too blind to notice?

Yuna’s expression however turns into one of discomfort as he sticks his tongue out and taunts her, calling her degrading names. “Dirty whore” was what you heard, following her instinctive grabbing your arm for comfort, despite her unconsciously digging her nails a little harder than usual into your dress shirt, that was all you needed to give in to her and her antics and put a stop to what was a perceived Cold War between both of you.

Speeding off to your apartment, you comfort the girl with greater confidence, assuring her that you’d make sure that small fry would be gone within the next few days. Placing your thumb below her eyelids to wipe away her tears, you listen to her sniffling as she felt dirty, ashamed, as she has had no choice to mingle with men so as to gather intel for the gang. Removing your coat, you place it over her, interlocking your fingers with hers, not before pressing a chaste kiss on her fingers. Her hands soft like feathers, yet her nails digging into you gave you a little pain. Surely you could do something to better comfort her, or so you thought, you weren’t wrong, for what came later would be often reviewed in your memory.

Before long, you had arrived at your apartment, but now long elegant fingers pulled at your garment as you tried to park the vehicle.

“What’s wrong yun” spilled out your mouth, her blatant stoning at your face while you were trying to park the Maybach was worrying, but what was more worrying was that you notice her nails have been chewed- another bad habit she had when she felt anxious or helpless.

“Are you really going to marry yeji?”

“Do you not want me to marry her? Besides, where’d you hear that from?”. It was nonsense, you knew deep within that yuna would be on your mind even if you married yeji, and besides, you hadn’t an interest in yeji as comparable as you did in yuna. She brought out whatever good was left in you, a rarity considered you’d lived a life of sin. Killings, contracts, and intoxication weren’t exactly any good, but necessary for business. Drawing smiles from you and convincing you to do good on your own terms made you sure she was the one you wanted to marry.

“No, you know I don’t like sharing my wife with others.”

This time around however, she didn’t seem to be joking. She brushes her bangs aside, mustering up all her courage to place her lips on yours, while removing her coat, placing arms around your torso, in a fashion that seemed impatient, yet eager. You reciprocate, hand gently carding into her scalp to pull her deeper into the kiss, your free hand roaming on her thighs. Her porcelain like pale skin was smooth and tender, almost as if she would disintegrate of you so much as give her thighs a squeeze. It didn’t though, as you swiped your thumb over her thigh, gave it a reassuring squeeze and broke away from the kiss.

“Adorable, she’s the possessive sort.” you thought. Now you were no stranger to the degree of her jealousy, but you very often struggled to decipher the solution to her anger.

You were young, but being in a criminal organization had honed your ability to judge human relations, and you wouldn’t be more sure you wanted to be with yuna. Her presence breathes life into you, she quite literally settles internal issues when you’re away, pulls you to meetings with rival gangs, and still does chores for you just as she did years ago, even though you both know she doesn’t have to.

My eyes are up here, you thought. The confident girl you admired had now turned into a pathetic mess, hiding her face in your scarf, not knowing what to do. She honestly didn’t know where to look, like she’d been melting under your skin.

Back in your apartment, she helps herself to some aged wine. There’s an observed familiarity with your apartment- she knows where everything is, the wine glasses, the calligraphy ink, even the important contracts and something about it drives you crazy, seeing the girl of your dreams all domestic, yet able to appear so powerful at times. You loved pampering her, but you’d never tell her, justifying your bias toward her as following through with her father’s deathbed wish to have you take good care of yuna.

With a swift snap, you remove your belt and prepare to wash up, silently agreeing on yuna taking your bed while you take the sofa, just like how it’s always been when you were kids. Hair now all tousled, you return to the bedroom with yuna dressed in your white dress shirt, but all you could see was how cute she looked in oversized clothing.

“y/n, I hate to be a bother, but, hey, do you still remember the promise you made when we were kids?”

Oh, she was getting there.

But of course you remembered, the innocent promise to take her as your wife on her fifth birthday before you even knew what love meant. You promised to treasure her for as long as life goes, cater to her every want and need, ensure she never gets hurt. Had you seen to it as strictly as you should’ve, the said girl might have cried lesser tears. Forgetting material wealth and status, it sometimes seemed like you were never a fit to her. You secretly wished she could marry a decent person that would make her happy, and most importantly, bring stability in her life, as she had went through too many situations that could’ve been prevented. Being part of a gang had its dangers, and this was an obvious fact you tell newcomers, but when it came to yuna you felt like you would take a bullet for her. It seemed like she caught ahold of your introspection, as your eyes couldn’t betray your thoughts. She sees the slightest delay in your straightening of posture, gaze downward as you try to remove your tie, but she steps in before you dwell on the matter any further.

“good, so you remember.” Was what was implied through her gentle smile. Without hesitation, she takes small strides toward you, and helps you with removing your tie. You entertain her actions, training your eyes on hers. She loved to put on shows for you, and it evidently was time, she thought, to put one on now. Tie now forgotten and laying on the ground, as if an accessory for the very marble flooring, you pull yuna in by the sterling silver necklace you gifted her on her fifteenth birthday, and with sensuality like never before she places her hands on your chest, slowly gliding up, before pausing for a brief moment to unbutton her top before pushing you down to the bed behind you.

Big doe eyes on you, showing innocence and want, yet the upward curve of the corner of her lips challenged you to do something about the situation. Moving your hand to her hips, you give her a tight squeeze before she now sits down on you, now biting her bottom lip while looking at you like an obedient puppy. One that was now of all times acting tame, when her usual behavior was anything but behaved. Placing your palm under the dress shirt, the pearl colored linen rides up her toned torso, and hardened nipples poke into your palm. Already so worked up? Drawing slow circles to her areola, giving the bud an occasional squeeze or two worked out airy breaths from the girl, which unfortunately meant that her nails were digging into your back and deep red lines would appear on your back the following day, not that you minded though, maybe they’d make a nice accessory. Your free fingers stretch her pretty mouth out, something you had been thinking of doing for some time, to see how the tongue she likes to stick out so much when she smirks feels, as she tries to control her euphoric reaction but to no avail, biting down harshly on your finger, leaving drool trailing down your wrist, eyes rolled back into the caves of her sockets, possibly ascending to the highest of heavens, or conversely perhaps down to the deepest depths of hell with how she indulges in pleasure.

Now it was time to address the heat blooming between her thighs, which had her thrust into you like an animal in heat. Angling herself such that her bare neck was on full display, you take the chance to decorate your canvas. Leaving little purple reddish clouds with your teeth, with your canines dragging across her fair, milky skin, you moved your attention below before you got too preoccupied with marking her up. Now she was a grunting mess, yet at a loss for words as she seemed to only speak with her eyes, expecting you to decipher a “fuck me already” from a frown, gaze lowered to meet yours and fluttery lashes.

Deciding to finally give in, your fingers take an extra shift to find their way into her now sopping panties, and work like a machine, making languid thrusts that ended with a curl of the fingers, feeling for the spongy tissue that drew out something between a high pitched whine and a scream from the girl before you. Before long, she calls out for your name, and hides her visage in your hair, ragged breaths approaching you in the form of whimpers and heat. With each thrust you feel her grip on your back tightening, the very veins on her neck more prominent, complementing the already purple-red patches on her neck you could say you were proud of.

Her chest rises and falls quick, a signal she was fragile, maybe short of a thrust or two before seeing stars. You let her ride it out, and reciprocate, making a scissoring action with your fingers to stretch her cunt out, at the same time praising her for taking your fingers so well. She clenches against your fingers, thighs threatening to collapse and you take in her ruined state. If looks could kill, you’re sure you would’ve been killed multiple times over- her dark velvet lips accompanied by sweat hanging on her temple, the gentle slope of her nose bridge, long lashes appearing longer than usual when her eyes are closed all point to a fucked out, red faced yuna, a sight that would give anyone a nosebleed. You swear she had drawn blood from your back, now with the very same crimson that harmonized in long lines across your body. You could never deny her anyway.

It seems like she’d never been stretched out and pleasured this well, seeing that she remains unmoving, deep in your embrace, panting not dying down anytime soon. Giving her a few teasing slaps to her cunt, she twitches, and she recovers, now gazing intently at you, lethargy hanging in her face, yet she manages a sly smile and a lick of her parched lips.

“Satisfied, angel?”

#gg fluff #gg imagines #gg smut #itzy hard thoughts #itzy #itzy smut #itzy x reader #itzy yuna #yuna smut #shin yuna #gg x reader #gg fic #Spotify

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terrainofheartfelt · 1 year

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Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Gossip Girl (TV 2007) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dan Humphrey/Blair Waldorf, Nate Archibald & Blair Waldorf, Nate Archibald & Dan Humphrey, Nate Archibald & Serena van der Woodsen, Dan Humphrey & Serena van der Woodsen, Serena van der Woodsen & Blair Waldorf, van der humphreys Characters: Dan Humphrey, Chuck Bass, Blair Waldorf, Nate Archibald Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Whump, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Past Abuse, Past Sexual Assault, Car Accidents, Hospitals, Miscarriage, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Not Chair Friendly, not louis friendly either, mind the labels, Episode: s05e10 Riding in Town Cars With Boys Summary:

A GG AU of season 5 episode 10, “Riding in Town Cars with Boys” but the Boy Blair goes riding in the town car with is Dan.

#gossip girl #you freaks [affectionate] voted for Fucked Up AU and lo! here she is #dair #anti chair #gg fic #liz's ficz #mind the tags and the notes #please read responsibly

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blairwaldcrf · 5 months

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an extremely late wip sneak peak Sunday

this time featuring a gossip girl 3x18 fix-it wip

“You’re Blair Waldorf, punishment is your middle name.” Nate laughs, mostly because he would know. She doesn’t acknowledge it. “Tell me what happened.” “I can’t tell anyone.” What game had they failed at playing now? “It’s too awful.” “There’s no such thing as too awful between friends,” he echoes from years ago, but he has anxiety now, especially as she turns to face him at the words. “We don’t judge, remember? We can forgive anything.” And she looks so damn sad. The deeper sadness he used to see around Sophomore year when Serena would ask him to tell her any time Blair was in the bathroom too long. The sadness he saw when he wasn’t high and guilty after Serena vanished, after Blair's dad left. She used to be so easy to read. Maybe that was just because she used to tell him the story.

tagging whomever as well as @terrainofheartfelt @strideofpride @hydesjackiespuddinpop

#gossip girl #gg fic #blair waldorf #anti chair #writing tag

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cagefreeromanroy · 2 years

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“He’s quiet for a moment, and she can feel the hand resting behind her shoulder move. Just the slightest bit. Then the softest brush of his fingers against the nape of her bare neck, stroking. Up and down. Wordless comfort.”

Still thinking about What Spring Does with the Cherry Trees by @riosnecktattoo

#good girls nbc #gg fic #brio fic #gg art #this was fun to make #I just wish the colors weren't so different on mobile/iPad/laptop etc #anyway I'm patiently waiting for the next chapter!!

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raeflora · 1 year

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you're supposed to care (but you never make me scream)

[blair wants to try something new in bed with chuck- I mean dan, definitely dan... aka the only time I'll ever write dair, set between 5x20 and 5x21 ♡ rated e]

If Blair were to be entirely honest with herself, which is a rarity as of late, she enjoys sex. The intimacy of it, the overwhelming pleasure, the way she can spend hours and hours in bed and not get tired of it. Finding what you adore and what you don't, getting to discover parts of yourself you never knew about. Doing all of it with someone you love and trust and know so intimately. It makes her heart flutter.

Not that she's experienced any of that lately, of course.

Her relationship with Dan is fine. They talk about art and cinema and books, which is pleasant enough. He stays overnight at her penthouse sometimes, and gets so into talking about whatever pretentious movie he just saw that often he forgets there are other things you can do in bed beside talk. Sometimes, she does too. Their foray into drunken elevator sex, and then even more drunken alleyway sex, convinced her that somewhere deep, deep, inside Dan Humphrey might be ok in bed. She just hadn't experienced it very much.

Experience. That's the word that swims around in her head as she waves Dan off that morning for another day of whatever it is that he does. She just has so much more sexual experience to draw from. Brushing past Dorota she declares that she will spend the day doing important research, and that she's not to be disturbed. After all, this is definitely the most productive way to spend her day. Definitely.

She retrieves her diaries from the end of her bed, gratefully noting that they're so easy to access. Turning to the ones she knows are from 2009 to 2010 she begins flipping through the first, pausing on an entry partway through.

June 20th 2009. Tonight I went out for dinner with Chuck. It was... exhilarating. He took me to a private dining lounge where we were completely secluded from everyone else, which, aside from being so romantic, was also so arousing. Naturally Chuck felt the same. He didn't even wait until the waiter had left the room before his fingers were on me, making me burn for him. When he moved them up into me I thought I was going to scream. Maybe I did. I couldn't focus on anything but Chuck.

Blair frowns, ignoring the heat in her cheeks. Being fingered in a restaurant was incredible, but Dan doesn't like expensive restaurants, and she doesn't really want to take him to any. Or have his fingers anywhere near the inside of her La Perlas. She continues her search, stopping again near the end of this diary.

September 18th 2009. We had breakfast with my mother this morning. I know Chuck would never say it, but I think he likes the domesticity of it. Truthfully, I think my mother does as well. She's taken to Chuck better than I expected, and I think she's actually happy for me. Well, happier than when she walked in on him going down on me at breakfast during the summer at least. After we ate Chuck and I bathed together. And had sex. It was wonderful. We've had sex in his bath and shower at the Palace, so it's not like it was entirely unfamiliar. At least it made going to NYU today more bearable, plus Chuck said he'd have a surprise waiting for me tonight. I can't wait.

Blair huffs, tossing the diary aside, still ignoring how warm her face is. There's no way she can have sex in the bath with Dan, she doesn't think his apartment even has a shower, and there's no way they're doing it here, her bath is simply too small for the first attempt. Scowling, she picks up another diary, not bothering to check the year, and begins scanning the pages for anything useful. She stops.

February 2nd 2010. "Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same" I'm writing this as Chuck is asleep next to me, my brooding Heathcliff is apparently easier to tire than I thought. He deserves his rest though, tonight was our first escape from reality for a while and I know he needs it. I've been asking if we can play Wuthering Heights for weeks, and he finally agreed. It was everything I dreamed and more. Chuck was everything I dreamed and more. Hearing him quoting Brontë by heart was the most arousing and intoxicating experience, although I know his copy is just as well-read as mine. The way he made love to me was intense but still so caring. Still Chuck, but also different. It doesn't matter whose names we use in the end, because he will always be my Chuck. Always. "I have to remind myself to breathe- almost to remind my heart to beat"

Blair hums, a smile blooming onto her lips as she snaps the diary shut. Roleplay! Of course! It's the perfect way to mix fantasy with reality, and hopefully get Dan somewhere near satisfying her. He's always talking about how he's an intellectual and how similar their tastes in books are, so this should be something he can do. She sets her diaries down next to her current one, and begins to plot.

Obviously, there are her favourite books to choose from. Anna Karenina. Wuthering Heights. Pride and Prejudice. Or Shakespeare plays, she's always been partial to Much Ado About Nothing. Something about Beatrice and Benedick just gets her really turned on. She's sure that Dan will be able to quote at least one of them with all his literary prowess. Actually, before she can plan any further she should probably check. After all, she needs to know what outfits to get. She picks up her phone and dials him, already starting to look through her closet. He picks up surprisingly quickly.

"Dan hi" she coos, fingers running over purple velvet "I hope I'm not interrupting you"

"No of course not. Actually I was just about to-"

She cuts him off "great!" There was something I wanted to ask you. Would you be interested in playing with me tonight?"

"Play like- like Scrabble or something? I thought you hated boardgames"

She sighs "no, Dan. Play with me like roleplay with me. Sexually"

There's silence for a moment before he speaks again "oh, uh, sure. I guess- I've never really, um, what did you have in mind?"

"How about Jane Austen?" she chirps

"I'm not really an Austen fan, y'know? There's a lot of, uh, brooding and it's just not really my thing"

She tries not to sound too disappointed "oh ok. Then how about something by the Brontë sisters?"

"Again it's, uh, doesn't Rochester go blind? I'm not sure that's exactly erotic"

"Alright" she tries to keep her voice even "how about you come over and I surprise you?"

"Yeah that, uh, sounds fun. Look, I need to go but I'll see you tonight"

"See you tonight" she sighs "bye"

Blair groans, flopping down onto the couch in her closet. Rochester going blind can be erotic thank you very much. Once, with Chuck, she blindfolded him and had him navigate her body entirely through touch. He made her orgasm over and over again. It was beautiful. Anyway, where was she? Ah yes. Dan. She can still make this work, she tells herself. Roleplay doesn't have to be specific characters, it can simply be a theme or an idea. There must be some fantasy she wants Dan to play out that he would never think of himself. There just has to be.

Wait, that's it!

She can turn Dan into a hygienic, rich, sexy, amazing in bed, hygienic, passionate, did she mention hygienic, man for one night. He'd never think of that. And she knows just how to do it. Time to get to work.

Blair hums idly to herself as she goes around her room that evening, lighting candles and making sure everything looks perfect. It does, naturally. She just hopes that Dan actually appreciates her efforts this time. Her outfit is all ready, hidden under the long green silk robe she doesn't actually remember buying that somehow found its way into her closet. It must have been a gift.

Her outfit and accessories for Dan are spread across her bed. Now she just needs him. She's not entirely sure what's taking him so long, given that neither of them exactly have jobs right now. Well, technically, Dan's a writer. She always forgets. Maybe he's writing something and that's why he's late. Maybe she'll make him roleplay as someone punctual next time.

"Blair it's me" Dan's voice cuts through her thoughts from the other side of the door "can I come in?"

She gives her bed one last look over "of course. Come on in..."

Dan steps in cautiously, as if he expects her to pounce on him. Please. She still has some dignity. She watches as he takes in the candles and chilling champagne, until his eyes land on the clothes spread out over her duvet and the black bag next to them.

"Don't be nervous" she coos, wondering when she started to sound like a dove, "you'll enjoy what I've got planned. I promise"

"I'm uh- wow, I wasn't expecting to have to get changed"

"It's roleplay, Dan. You can't exactly fulfill your wildest fantasies in the clothes you've been wearing all day" she finishes by playfully tugging his shirt.

"I guess not. So what wild fantasy-" he gestures his arms around, in a way Blair assumes is meant to be sexy, as he starts to unbutton his collar "are we fulfilling tonight?"

Blair smiles coyly "you'll be a hot, well-groomed, hygienic, rich young professional and I'll be your latest conquest. Do you like it?"

"Yeah, but why did you emphasise hygienic?"

"What do you mean?" Blair frowns.

"You said hot, well-groomed and hygienic-"

"And rich"

"Of course. But uh, why is hygienic in there?"

"Because it's a fantasy Dan" Blair explains slowly, patience dwindling " it's not meant to be like real life"

Dan frowns, making his face look like a confused chihuahua, "I'm hygienic Blair"

"Mm-hmm. Anyway do you want to see your outfit?"

She claps, spinning around to lift up the garment bag. Dan takes it apprehensively, clearly trying to feel what's inside.

"Go and put it on. When you're done there are a few finishing touches I need to do to you and then we can start"

She pushes him into her bathroom, and sits back on her bed to wait. She never really had to wait for Chuck, she realises before she can stop herself. They would get changed together, already halfway in character, or they would both turn up ready. They never wanted to waste a second on awkwardness or waiting. Unlike Dan, apparently.

He finally emerges, clad in a Dolce & Gabbana suit, Turnbull & Asser shirt and bowtie, and Bottega shoes. Blair grins, beckoning him over. He looks uncomfortable up close, but ironically he's never looked better. She spritzes him with Dior's Fahrenheit cologne, inhaling the familiar woody and Sicilian mandarin scent. Perfect.

"Blair" he starts, frown creasing between his eyebrows "I look like Chuck"

She almost laughs "what?"

"I look" he gestures up and down himself "like Chuck Bass"

"No you don't" she protests, pushing his still too long hair back and discreetly wiping her hand on her robe to rid herself of his hair's seemingly permanent oiliness.

"I'm wearing a bowtie"

"That's just how rich, hygienic men dress Hu- Dan"

"It just feels like maybe you want to have sex with Chuck and not me. Are you sure you weren't thinking of him when you put this fantasy together"

"Don't be stupid, I haven't thought about Chuck in forever" she retorts, carefully avoiding mentioning that she's thought of Chuck approximately 78 times today, which is fewer than yesterday she'll have you know.

"Really?"

"Of course" she soothes, toying with the tie of her robe "besides, don't you want to see what I'm wearing?"

He smiles stupidly, reaching for her robe himself. She rapidly drops it before he can get there. No need to have him in character just yet. Her soft lilac Agent Provocateur bra pushes her breasts up in a way she never felt was necessary until starting this romance with Dan, the matching delicate panties half hidden beneath the lace garter belt holding up her stockings. She gazes up at him, eyelashes fluttering.

"Do you like it?" she asks softly.

"Uh yeah. You- you look great"

"Just great?" she prompts.

He pauses briefly, considering his words "really great. You look really great" is what he settles on.

Blair plasters on a smile before moving the bag with the Fahrenheit cologne in. Showtime.

"So what do you want our scenario to be?" she asks, coming to sit on the bed.

"Scenario?" Dan echoes.

"You know, you're a rich professional, I'm your latest conquest, is this our first time, are we at your place or mine, how did we get here? Also, how many rounds do we go, are you dominant or submissive, do we need a safe word? Come on, you should be good at this" she encourages.

"Dominant or- wow uh," he murmurs "well, it's our first time and, uh, we're at your place. Our relationship was meant to be strictly professional until our explosive chemistry left us needing to take it into the bedroom. How's that so far?"

Blair refrains from commenting on the explosive chemistry line "good, good, keep going"

"Uh, we go until you tell me to stop. And our safe word is-um-" he looks around the room, eyes landing on Blair's shelves "cabbage"

"Like... my doll?"

"Yeah. I thought safe words were meant to be stupid things you wouldn't say during sex"

Her safe word with Chuck was either stop, red, or "I have not the pleasure of understanding you" from Pride and Prejudice if they were feeling dramatic. They often were. Saying something stupid feels wrong somehow. Ordinary.

Blair's smile doesn't reach her eyes as she speaks "good. Well now that's all clear shall we begin? How do you want me?"

Dan awkwardly positions her on her back, her hands lamely at her sides. It'll improve, she thinks, once they get going. Once her fantasy can begin.

"We shouldn't be doing this" Dan starts, his voice strangely low, and Blair realises that he's trying to act, "after all, what would everyone say?"

"But I want to. I want you" comes out stronger than she intended, her fantasy already beginning in her mind, "I want to know what it's like to be in the arms of a man like you"

"Oh you do? Well tell me what you want"

"Touch me"

Blair shuts her eyes, and lets her own fantasy take over.

Chuck's hands are warm on her, sliding up and down her sides, teasing her, making her want more before they've even really begun. His fingers trace the thin band of her bra, not yet dipping under but the promise of it is there. She can feel it. He gently runs his palm down her taut stomach, long fingers gliding effortlessly over her skin until he reaches her thighs, quickly snapping each stocking away from the garter belt, making her hips arch up off of the bed in search for more.

"Not yet" he husks from somewhere above her "I'm going to make you work harder than that, baby"

She complies, pouting just to tease him. His hands are back at her bra, softly cupping her breasts through the thin silk. Then, they are back on her sides, his own way of teasing her. His breath is deliciously warm on her neck as he kisses her there, his familiar scent curling into her nostrils. His kisses are slow, deliberately placed up and down her neck, her shoulders, her collarbone. It is exquisite. It is torture. It is Chuck.

Except.

Except it's not. Chuck's hands do not press too hard against her ribs but too gently at her waist. Chuck's fingers are not as slender as the ones pulling uselessly at her garter belt. Chuck's kisses on her neck are not sloppy or too soft. Blair opens her eyes. Reality hits her like a Nate Archibald punch to the face.

It is Dan's hands that are too hard, too gentle. It is Dan's slender fingers that are tugging pathetically at her garter belt. It is Dan's kisses on her neck that are too sloppy, too soft. Blair pulls away.

"I think it's a little late to play hard to get baby" Dan drawls, and she nearly shoves him out of her bed for daring to talk to her like that.

"I- don't call me tha- stop" she tries, too caught up in her own fantasy to remember what theirs is meant to be.

"Huh?" is Dan's eloquent reply.

She huffs, unable to prevent her eyes from rolling as she speaks "Cabbage, Dan. Cabbage"

His eyes grow wide "oh sorry, are you ok? Was that- was that too much? Do you want me to go slower?"

She wants him to go out the door, but that's not what she says, "I just need a minute" is what she decides on instead "I don't think this is working"

"Of course, I'm so sorry" he lies down next to her, "we can change position if you want. Or I can try literature? Uh, whatever souls are made of his and mine are the same and all that"

"Our souls" Blair corrects automatically "it's our souls"

"Oh yeah, sure. So, do you want to try again?"

Blair pauses. Does she? Tonight was meant to be a fantasy, but she feels closer to reality than she has for months.

"Alright" comes out of her mouth, surprising even her, "let's try it again"

Dan grins, climbing back on top of her. This time she reaches up to unbutton his shirt, her eyes closing instinctively.

The silk of Chuck's bowtie slides easily between her fingers, before she tosses it into the darkness, following quickly with his shirt. He slides her bra off in return, head dipping to kiss between her breasts. She gasps softly as he descends down her body, kissing teasingly above the band of her La Perlas. He tugs at them playfully with his teeth, hands sneaking back up her body to cup her breasts, his thumbs stroking her nipples.

"Chuck, oh God-" she moans, one hand twisting into the sheets, the other into his hair "don't stop-!"

"Never" he whispers hotly against her now bare, slick skin, La Perlas somewhere down her thighs.

She bucks up to meet his mouth, and this time he doesn't deny her anything. She cries out, completely uncaring of who may hear. Her hand holds his head but he doesn't need any help. He knows her. She's all his. Her palm runs down to his back, nails sinking into his skin. All that thrums through her body is Chuck, Chuck, Chuck. It is just her and him. Chuck and Blair. Blair and Chuck.

Except.

Except where she should be feeling softness there is hardness. What should be smooth under her fingertips is sharp. Where there should be warmth there is cold. Blair's eyes snap open.

Above her Dan pulls awkwardly at the bowtie, confusion evident in his face. Blair's own fingers are still on his unbuttoned shirt, just grazing his too cool skin, as she tries to make sense of what's happening. He tosses the bowtie aside, then turns his gaze down to Blair's panties. She frowns, kicking her foot out at him slightly. He still reaches his hand out towards her.

"Uh, hey-" she starts, trying to think of how to finish this.

"Oh do you want to play some more, baby?" he says in a tone Blair can only describe as the the least sexy thing she's ever heard, and she resists the urge to kick him again.

"Cabbage" she says through gritted teeth, "Cabbage"

"Oh- sorry, sorry" he puts his hand on her face, "are you ok?"

"I-" Blair sighs, shifting pointedly away from his hand, "I just think the roleplay's not working"

Dan considers her for a moment "is it the voice? Because I can work on it if, uh, that's what you want. Or I can try an accent, maybe make it more exciting"

"Do you ever stop talking?" she huffs, before returning to placating mode, "I think that we should stop for tonight, Dan. Maybe try again another time"

"Ok" he flops down next to her, the scent of Fahrenheit thankfully still in the air, "you know, I think I could get into this. I could, uh, write us scripts. How about 'Inside Her: the untold Clair Carlyle story'. That could be fun" he grins, nudging her arm.

Blair nods distractedly, not even bothering to ask who Clair Carlyle is and why she should care "I'm sure it'll be great Dan. I need to go freshen up"

"Sure. I'll be waiting right here. Oh, did you see the MET has a Rembrandt and Degas exhibit? Maybe we could go this weekend"

"Of course" Blair says simply, shutting her bathroom door on reality for as long as she can.

That night as Dan lies in her bed, the traces of Fahrenheit long gone and once again making her sheets smell like Brooklyn, Blair sits at her desk. She flicks through her diaries, memories of a different lifetime swirling like a kaleidoscope in front of her.

-I finally tried that with Chuck tonight. I know, I always said I wasn't ready but tonight I was. I wasn't scared exactly, but I didn't know what to expect. It was amazing though, and experiencing it with Chuck was so perfect-

-food tastes so much better when you eat it off of someone. Maybe we should have a bacchanal more often-

-I can't believe that Basshole actually spanked me last night as if I didn't have a whole day of classes at NYU to sit through today. I'm so going to enjoy punishing him tonight-

-handcuffing Chuck to the bed is so much easier when he's naked first. It also turns him on so much quicker-

-Chuck really thinks he's going to last longer than me in this stupid sex fast. He's actually banished me from the Empire. Luckily, Lily just so happened to invite me to brunch today. If that motherchucker wants to play dirty then let's get dirty, Bass-

-neither of us know if the elevators in Lily's building have cameras. It's not exactly something I can ask Serena. I hope they do-

Blair shuts them, pushing the pile to one side. Without thinking she opens her current one, turning to the next page. For some reason, writing her feelings in her diary gives her a sense of deniability. As though she can claim anything she writes is simply fleeting, even when it obviously isn't. Besides, it's not as if anyone else is ever going to read it and know she's lying, she thinks, as she starts to write what she can't say, letting her heart flow out.

I miss my Vronsky. My Heathcliff. My Darcy. My Rochester. My Benedick. My Gatsby. My waiter. My student. My Parisian lover. My devil redeemed. My love. My Chuck. I thought trying roleplay with Dan would help but he's awful. He can't even quote Wuthering Heights, let alone do anything else. So much for his literary genius. Clearly drunk elevator sex is his peak. You know, I've lost count of how many times I've had sex with Chuck. Hundreds? Thousands? I couldn't even guess. I can count for Dan on one hand. I feel this pressure with him. This feeling that he thinks he's... above me. Dan Humphrey will never be that. I mean, is he going to win some kind of award for his writing? I doubt it. Even after our disastrous coming out party I still don't think anyone knows who he is, outside of about five people. I don't want to be defined by that, by whoever Dan wants me to be."When you love someone, you love the whole person, just as he or she is, and not as who you would like them to be"

Blair closes her diary, tucking it away where Dan's prying eyes won't be able to see. Tonight, although being something of a disaster, is actually the closest Dan's come to satisfying her. He was vaguely hygienic for ten minutes. That's almost as mind-blowing as an orgasm from Chuck. Almost. She'd much prefer the ectasy of a Chuck Bass given orgasm than the ecstasy of Dan Humphrey going near a bar of soap of course, but it's something.

She climbs quietly into bed. As she turns away from the distinct scent of Brooklyn ruining her sheets she allows her mind to wander, hopefully landing on a movie for her dream. In a break from the complete filmography of Audrey Hepburn maybe Wuthering Heights is more suitable for tonight. After all, she loves a dark brooding anti-hero. In fantasy and reality.

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inriospocket · 1 year

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hey i am in absolute awe of your works, could i request one where reader and rio has a 5 year old daughter and reader is sleeping late and rio has to do her hair but fails miserably.

Thank you sm! This one was a cute one to write. I hope you like it!

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Wednesday morning

word count ♡ 721

summary ♡ You're sick and sleeping late leaving Rio to do your daughter's hair for the school day

situation ♡ fluffy

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It had been such a long week even though it was only Wednesday but being sick made everything seem so drawn out. A mother and a wife were full-time jobs, so things needed to be done punctually but this morning, the bed felt better than anything else.

“Mama?” Your 5-year-old called with the hair supply bucket in one hand. The medicine and the memory foam were too much for you to comprehend anyone or anything in that room, therefore your daughter was going to have to figure this out herself.

You all had a strict routine so once you helped your daughter get ready for school, Rio would be ready to drop her off, but he noticed he had too much time on his hands while making her lunch.

“Y/D/N, time to go!” He called, grabbing her bag and his keys. She didn’t come running so he called for a second time until he got irritated and walked to her room.

There was one thing that could make him go soft in this world and that was his daughter crying. He was putty in her hands every time.

“Baby girl, what’s wrong?” He bent down to her level as she sniffled.

“Mommy’s sleeping and I can’t do my hair.” She cried harder. He held her close and rubbed her back.

“Alright, mama. Do you want some help?” he asked, knowing he didn’t know how to do hair but would be damned if he didn’t try.

She nodded and wiped away her tears. “Do you need some more time?” He asked and she shook her head.

He picked her up to sit on the counter in front of the bathroom mirror. “Whatchu want, a ponytail, a bun, daddy can do it all.” He said, hoping if he said it enough it would come true.

“Braids!” She smiled, clasping her hands together waiting for him to get started.

“You know I think a hat would be so beautiful on you, baby girl.” He tried to deflect.

“But you said you could do it all.” She frowned.

“Daddy lied”. He thought to himself.

He nodded and pulled his phone out. “I’m just gonna reteach myself since it’s been such a long time.”

He had seen you do braids all the time but couldn’t remember exactly how but time was just going by as he watched multiple tutorials, your daughter becoming impatient.

“Daddy, can you just do a ponytail? I think I missed the weather song at school already.” She pouted, her little chin resting in her hand.

He nodded and went to smoothing product in her hair before brushing into a ponytail but before he could wrap the scrunchie, she started tearing again.

“Is it too tight?” he asked, letting go. She shook her head, her lip quivering.

“Use your words, mama.” He said, setting the brush down.

She wiped her tears with the back of her hands. “Sorry.” She spoke.

“Don’t apologize for crying, we all cry.” he said, kissing her forehead.

“Even you?” She looked up at him. Rio wasn’t much of a crier; he handled his sadness differently.

“Sometimes,” he said and that was the truth. He shed a tear when mick almost died, and shed a couple for your daughter when she was born not only because she was the greatest gift but also because living was hard.

“But even though you cry, it’s important that you can talk about how you’re feeling, right?” He said.

She nodded. “I don’t like the ponytail.” She frowned.

“It’s scary to be honest, isn’t it?” he asked, attempting to do the braids she initially wanted.

She nodded, looking at him in the mirror now. “But it’s good to be honest otherwise people ain’t gonna how to help you or know how to treat you.” He explained, carefully intertwining each strand.

“And people like you who cry are so strong. Sometimes it’s really hard to show that you’re hurting.” He made her feel on top of the world in just a few short words and he didn’t do too bad on the braids.

He clasped a couple of barrettes at the ends, and she gasped in excitement.

“You did good, daddy!” She turned around to hug him tightly.

The best feeling in the world and he dreaded the day she’d be all grown up.

#fluff #good girls fluff #rio fluff #gg fic #rio good girls

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juuuuunaaaaaooooo · 17 days

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Brio Fic Week 2024 : Fic Rec

Day 1 : Fake Dating

Worth the Risk - ShadowsFiction

Don't Flinch - merelyafigment

Make You Mine - Ronni_Right

Boyfriend - abi1821

A Night to Remember - MichelleElizabethTanner

They thought it was fake... (for only 10 seconds) - Kaaaaarooooo

Day 2 : Surnatural Au

Let's embrace the point of no return - Ronni_Right

Hunger - abi1821

Bergamot and Amber - MichelleElizabethTanner

Blissful Breeze - abi1821

An Immortal Love - Kaaaaarooooo

Day 3 : Write something based on a song or quote that reminds you of them

I Bite (So Do You) - merelyafigment

Fall in You - Kaaaaarooooo

Skin & Bones - abi1821

Dial Tone - ShadowsFiction

SHOTGUN KISSES - badgyalmimi

Day 4 : Brio and each other kids

Picasso - Littleengine

small moments (Chap 6) - Strawmari

Good Reads and Meet Cutes - ShadowsFiction

The joys of being parents-in-law - Kaaaaarooooo

Day 5 : They wear each other's clothes or accessories

Is That My? - ShadowsFiction

Little Thieves - Kaaaaarooooo

Day 6 : They were Neighbors

A new beginning - Kaaaaarooooo

Day 7 : Movie Or Book Au And Or Activities as a couple

Bring It On - Kaaaaarooooo

We Just Stopped for Cigarettes - JustAnAnon

Day 8 (Bonus Day) : Post Everything You Want

Accidental Phone Sex - Kaaaaarooooo

Second Chances - ShadowsFiction

#fic rec #brioficweek2024 #brio fic week 2024 fic rec #beth x rio #rio x beth #Brio #brio fic #brio fanfic #brio fanfiction #brio fic rec #Thanks again #<3 #nbc good girls #gg #good girls nbc #gg fic

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pynkhues · 5 months

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Hey! Just wondering if you’re still planning to write the pregnancy and marriage fics for C&C? I can’t tell you how much I love that verse!!

Hey! Thank you so much, anon, I'm so thrilled that you love that 'verse, and it's always so nice to get asks like this given it's been a minute since I updated that series.

I am planning on finishing both of them, and am aiming to post one of them before the end of the year.

#it'll probs be the pregnancy scare one because that's furthest along and been the one i've tinkered with more this year #but we'll see #fingers crossed!#gg fic #welcome to my ama #nbc good girls #the center and circumference

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vnyverse · 11 months

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hong eunchae x reader

Warning: y/n is toxic, unrequited love, my go at self-sabotage angst, please don’t bash me!

When she’s happy, it’s rainbows, unicorns and an endless display of affection, but when she’s upset, her expression tells of the world’s premeditated, despicable biases against her, and these forces seem to go all out to wipe the smile off her face. Just like when you first met. Do you remember? Parts of the memory were hazy for sure, but what you wouldn’t forget was the girl’s witty remarks, and unparalleled enthusiasm for food. With hair braided, messy bangs swept to the side, she confidently made her way into the classroom, and at the mention of her looking like a smiley potato snack, she confidently answers “so you think I’m cute?”, and a friendship blossomed from there and then.

The following years were marked by individual struggles, but more importantly companionship in these times, with Eunchae navigating through her aspirations, and making it into hybe, while you worked hard with your academics to secure a spot in a top university. Today was no different, you catch her up with lessons she miss, and help her out with assignments actively, maybe grabbing a snack or two for her when she ends dance practice at the academy, as she runs you through the events of her day, clad in the navy blue hoodie and black framed glasses, about the other girls she looks up to at the academy, a claymation movie she would like to watch (with you of course, but she doesn’t say it out because she wants you to buy the tickets), while you look at her, admiring every raise of her brows, animated motion of her hands as she illustrates the events of the day like a pissed off orchestra conductor.

November nears, the time of year you decide on what she’d like. After thorough planning, you extend your fingertips to set up the invite channel. Bittersweet feelings flow through your torso, as you check your email, your scholarship at the prestigious university outside of Korea has been cleared, it was what you dreamed of, worked for, but now you really can't bring yourself to be in a festive mood. Man, all the interviews and debates, competitions you put yourself through were no easy feat, you think to yourself as the voice inside you tells you to think happy thoughts. You tilt your head back, resting on the headboard. You take one good look around your room, sweeping through the mandals, polaroids and photos that decorate your walls, and every little memory with Eunchae seemed to play. Vacations, travels, holidays, sleepovers, excursions spent with her, even the little picture from both your embarrassingly endearing flour covered faces from a baking course a few summers ago hung on the wall. Something about it brought a tear to your eye, and you didn’t know whether it was the uncertainty of the future or the realisation maybe more appropriately, your overthinking, that a time comes when you will go on separate paths, and be okay missing one another and be okay with not doing anything about missing each other. You wipe the tear away, and you turn back to your laptop. It would be the last birthday you get to spend with her physically before she heads a much more busy lifestyle, that of pushing herself to the limits, facing her fears, and your apprehension worried you, but not as much as your admiration for her, and you think to yourself that at the end of the day at least you could still be there for her when rainy days come. The digital clock read 2:16am, but you missed her already.

The day comes, and rather than be amazed at how stunningly adorable she is in her birthday dress, surrounded by her favourite people, you unknowingly crack a smile at how beautifully she has grown, and over the course of ten years of your friendship, she had blossomed into a young woman. Now, with candles blown out, even in a room full of people, you easily identify the smile reserved for you, ever so silly, with canines exposed, and the figure charges toward you, leaving you with no choice but to carry her. This is how you would like to remember her.

“Thank you so much for planning this n/n, you have no idea how much this means to me!”

The room erupts into cheers, applause and thanks for your planning of her birthday party, but all you could think of in the moment was how the least you could do for Eunchae was give her a birthday party the way she has been wanting for months. Right, you hadn’t told her about the scholarship yet. Eunchae urgently pulls you into the corner of her kitchen by the sleeve, and gushes over another boy from the dance academy, telling you the boy apparently did contemporary dance, and made a piece with Eunchae as his muse. Niki or something, you figured his name was, and it sounded like a really good name for a puppy, you thought. Maybe now you had a reason to leave. Leave her before she leaves me, though that sounded more harsh than you wanted it to be, but you had to do something about these feelings. Leave for a little, wait for things to die down, maybe then you could remain on good terms again and like her. Liking someone was exponentially harder than loving someone, in your terms. You never found it hard to love in your younger years, but when you love someone, it’s irreversible, no more liking them, no more remembering them in a lovely way, more so of wanting to immortalise them in your memory, a connection so deep it was sure to hurt if it ended. When you like someone, they bring up good memories, fond memories, but their influence never extends toward anything too personal, and that way your walls would remain unbroken, and only cause minimal hurt if anything happened. What made you so afraid to love?

She who represents all you’ve loved in a person now walks halfway across the room to hand you the largest single slice of chocolate cake you see in the room, plated on a flimsy single-use plate, and you think she sees through you for a second, as she seemed to question your expression, and you fix a smile before she gets concerned, yeah, Eunchae always has a hunch. You give her a hug before accepting the cake in her hands, not before her finger collects some cream and smears it onto your nose, with some of it unfortunately landing on your top.

As you try your best to wipe off the chocolate cream that now stained your white cotton top, it is evident what you’re doing was at best to remove some cream, but it couldn't be helped that blotches of brown would be rubbed into the fabric with every strained scrub it suffers. It draws effort out of you, and the hand delivering harsh scrubs has knuckles white, while your expression stills. It was not going to wash out, it was going to be ruined, because indulgence is always punished. There was no running away from this, not this time.

A/n : (Leave them before they leave me, anyone?) wrote y/n to be a little toxic but she’s lowkey how I am when I overthink 😫😩❗️❗️❗️ gosh I hate overthinking but I seem to only have the urge to write at 1am now, so enjoy scraps of whatever comes to my mind at 1am, unedited, served with a side of what I scrounge through on Spotify 🥰 I’ll work harder to delivery angst that hurts in all the right spots

#gg fluff #gg imagines #gg x reader #eunchae #hong eunchae #le sserafim #le sserafim fluff #le sserafim x reader #le sserafim imagines #eunchae x reader #kpop angst #light angst #spotify #gg fic #ggroup kpop

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terrainofheartfelt · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Gossip Girl (TV 2007) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nate Archibald/Dan Humphrey Characters: Nate Archibald, Vanessa Abrams, Dan Humphrey Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Meet-Cute, Date-cute, stressed out studious natie, the mortifying ordeal of due dates, nate is gay as the day is long, wingman!vanessa, Inspired by true events Summary:

For the first time in his young life, Nate Archibald is trying to be a good student. He just forgot about a little thing called library due dates.

#this one goes out to cherry ily friend <333 #gossip girl #dan x nate #nate archibald #dan humphrey #gg fic #liz's ficz #hey remember that time someone asked me #'will you write something based off your library job?'#and i said 'no.'#congratulations i played myself

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blairwaldcrf · 1 year

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my words shoot to kill when I'm mad (fic drabble)

Summary: or, 2x08 if Jenny had overheard her brother Dan yell at Nate.

read/comment on ao3 here

Brought to you by this post of @terrainofheartfelt’s I couldn’t help but add onto awhile back after @strideofpride shared this very haunting, well-written Nate-centered fic. ily both and i’m sorry that i’m not sorry <3

given the rather serious topics, please be warned of the (canon) past-assault mentions

“How dare you,” Jenny all but screams at him, pure rage as she comes up and shoves him not dissimilar to the way he’d shoved Nate not three minutes ago. “How dare you! You think--,” she pauses to get closer to him so the other people in the hallway won’t overhear, voice still firm despite the lowering. “You think because he’s a hot guy that he was fine? After Vanessa got Blair involved you still thought, what? Everything was consensual? That because he showed interest first he’s not allowed to change his mind?”

“Jenny--,” he tries.

“Is that what you think about me and Chuck?” she asks, voice breaking.

He can’t feel the floor underneath him anymore.

“No, of course not. I--,”

“Go to hell, Dan,” she spits back at him with venom. “At least there you can’t inflict yourself on others.”

Because even before she was Blair’s pupil, she still knew exactly how to hurt him the most.

He leaves before Vanessa can find him, which he knows is selfish given how she must be hurting over the kiss, but the idea of her finding out exactly what he had said to Nate is too hard to bear. Jenny was right-- Vanessa had told him. She had actually listened to Dan’s suggestion and gotten Blair involved, which he should have seen as a red flag, but their entire world was filled with red flags, fields of them even. His cheeks flush with shame and embarrassment as he remembers his words to Vanessa-- something gigolo something-- and he wants to throw up. Surely vomiting at this point would feel better than the encompassing nausea, but his stomach doesn’t acquiesce.

Blind ignorance doesn’t excuse his actions, especially when he wasn’t even blind, not completely. He had seen the empty brownstone with no furniture or electricity, had known Anne Archibald was off at some vacation home without her barely eighteen-year-old son. Known that money was needed. Dan simply hadn’t wanted to think about the reality because it was just too fucking dark and depressing.

When Dan arrives back at the loft, there’s a small mercy in the fact that his dad and Jenny aren’t there. Only Nate, packing the few things he even had to bring over, back into a duffel bag. The dirty blonde doesn’t look up all the way at the entrance, only enough to see it’s Dan, and continues back to the task at hand.

“It’s fine, Dan,” the other boy says with a weary sigh, but he won’t meet his eyes as he continues. “I’ll figure something out.”

“Nate,” he tries, voice breaking under the weight of his regret. “Don’t go.”

“I shouldn’t have--,”

Nate looks up then, blue eyes still striking despite their resignation. “You think you’re the first to say it? Could have come up with something more original as a writer though.”

“I wasn’t going after her,” Nate defends again ruefully instead of acknowledging the apology over Catherine. “Jenny. She was just-- she was someone who actually understood.”

Dan doesn’t find the morbid humor funny. “I was wrong.”

It’s not meant to be an accusation, but it still hangs in the air between them.

Is that what you think about me and Chuck?

“I know. I’m sorry.” Dan says genuinely, and he does know now that his anger is out of the way and he knows Jenny is safe. Nate had been the first to come to him about his little sister last year, concerned about a request for four grand, not trying to play white knight without letting her family know. Dan had been grateful, at the time, even if he hadn’t thought to say so. “I’m over protective and I have a temper, but you know why.”

“I’m not Chuck,” Nate argues roughly, only now with narrowed eyes and grit in his voice.

Dan isn’t sure how to word things properly-- he’s done a fucked up job so far tonight-- but he tries to tread lightly as he explains, “Of course not. But the first time you and I ever really spoke ended with you defending him the night after he assaulted her. Telling him not to fight me because I ‘wasn’t worth it’.”

“So whether it’s fair or not, whether you’re even friends right now or not, I think I still subconsciously associated you with him when I saw you kissing her.”

Nate looks back down.

Dan doesn’t nod, just looks away as well, uncertain of how many emotions he’s supposed to show around male friends after a litany of female figures in his life and a musician for a father. “I still shouldn’t have said what I did.”

“Yeah, I guess when you put it like that I’d be mad at me too.” Nate has chosen to find the organization of his shirts more interesting than it really is.

“I am trying, Dan,” Nate sounds less deprecating or guarded now. “I don’t want to be that guy anymore.”

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"I don't think you were that guy to begin with," he tries to say, knowing he won't be believed. "Fuck, I'm definitely not any better."

#dan humphrey #nate archibald #jenny humphrey #gossip girl #gg 2x08 #assault mention tw #gg fic #*by me

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