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STUCK IN THE WASHING MACHINE TROPE WITH STEPBROTHER BAKUGOU!!!
SMUT, Stepcest, dubcon in the beginning, Creampie, dumbification, anal play, he's aged up to 19, dirty talk, heavy degradation and Bakugou is really really mean cause he's Bakugou duh, slight daddy kink, some bad grammar bc it's not proofread. MINORS DNI!!!!
Word count - 2350
A/n - I have no idea how someone can possibly get stuck in a washing machine but just pretend you canđđ
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"Katsuki Katsuki! Holy fuck are you deaf or something?! I'm stuck!" you yelled at the top of your lungs as you tried your very best to wiggle yourself out from the washing machine opening. You can't even remember how you got yourself into this fucking mess, you were just trying to look and see if there were any more clothing pieces left behind because you've been noticing a few of your panties have gone missing the past few days and it kept getting worse and worse to the point where you barely have any left to wear, you assumed it's because you accidentally kept leaving them in the washing machine and now somehow your fucking stuck.
Heavy substantial footsteps were heard loudly outside the room before the wooden door went flying open, causing the doorknob to hit against the wall, causing a loud bang, "The fuck do you want, can't you see I'm tryna fucking play?" the annoyed blond growled at you.
"Shut up and get me the fuck out" You yelled annoyed, while kicking your legs back to get his attention.
"Woah some mess you got yourself into, sweetheart" he smirks slyly while analyzing the situation, staring down at your pretty ass poking out of the washing machine, barely even covered by those tight slutty shorts you always wore around the house that never failed to make his cock rock hard.
"Oh please, just shut up and get me out already", you kicked your feet back hoping that he was behind you so it would hit him. "I don't think that's how you speak to someone you're trying to get help from, princess".
You rolled your eyes at the annoying pet names he always calls you every fucking time but you've grown used to it by now but the constant teasing was so fucking annoying. "Listen are you going to help me or not?".
"That depends princess, are you gonna beg me to or not?" you wanted to punch him in the face so fucking badly, imagining the shit-eating grin he definitely has plastered on his face right now. "Your so fucking annoying! No way go to hell!" you yelled.
"Oh yeah? Is that so"
He chuckled as he bent down behind you, eyes fixated on the way the thin material hugged your ass cheeks so tightly and delicious, you're so vulnerable in this position, he could keep you there and pound your slutty little holes for hours and hours if he wants toâwhich is probably what he's gonna do anyways.
He pressed the pad of his thumb against your damped crotch, rubbing it slowly back and forth as he watched the way your body jolted unexpectedly.
"Wha-what are you doing! You sick fuck??" you screamed as you tried to wiggle your ass away from his hold. "Oh, come on princess, let's have some fun yeah? You might even like it" he teases before tugging down your tiny shorts, just to be greeted with your glistening dripping cunt. A string of your slick connects to the crotch of the shorts before snapping away as he pulls it down to your knee. He groaned as his eyes took in the delicious sight in front of him, "No panties? And your fucking dripping, you probably planned this out and did this purposely just so I can come and see you like this, dirty fucking slut" he lands a harsh slap on your right ass cheek as you closed your eyes in embarrassment when you realized you're basically fucking exposed to him.
"Go to fucking hell you perv" You snapped back at him, "Oh yeah? I'm the perv?, I'm not the one fucking soaked and dripping onto the floor sweetheart". He laughs mockingly.
His dick was painfully hard and eager, straining to be released from his sweatpants, what can a man do? It's not his fault his dumb little stepsister always runs around the house with those tight little booty shorts, ass almost fully exposed, basically begging to be pounded and now he has his chance so why not take it?
He pulls his sweatpants and underwear down, thick perfectly curved dick slaps against his abdomen as pre cum oozes out of the angry red tip, he grips his fist around it before pumping himself a few times while circling your clit with his thumb, "Pretty little cunt you got here princess, been hiding this from me this whole time?"
"S-stop it Katsuki, this is wrong! You're my stepbrother, we can't do this!" you whined, it's so fucking wrong and fucked up and you sure as hell knew that, you just can't help but feel your needy cunt throbbing and yearning for more, it's only natural right?
Before you could even process anything else you felt his angry tip lining up at your entrance, his thick cock head bullying and prying it's way into your weeping tight hole before he shoves it all the way in unexpectedly, knocking the wind out of you as you hissed at the sudden pain.
"Hahh fuckk- Katsuki slow down!" you moaned as he starts thrusting his hard cock in and out of you like it was his mission to bruise and mark up your silky walls with his tip, strong hands gripping onto your waist as he stretches out your poor cunt with his fat girth, splitting that pretty little cunny in half as it drips all over him. "Holy fuckk you're so fucking tight hah- shitt" he hisses as your pussy clenches around him snugly, tightest cunt he ever fucked for sure.
He started pounding you harder, gripping the oversized T-shirt you wore as he rammed himself in the tight warm space between your thighs.
"Stupid little slut, is this what you need to shut that annoying little mouth of yours, my dick pounding this little pussy?" he took a mental note to give you exactly what you wanted when you're acting up and being a little bitchy brat to him. "Sh-ut up katsu-" shit you couldn't even form proper words to even say his fucking name, "You're the fucking worse fuh-ckk" you moaned out of pleasure. You can't even lie his cock was the best you've ever had and it's only been minutes since he started fucking you so that surely says a lot, his tip was grazing against the right spots in your hole, it's like his dick knew all the parts in cunt that would make your eyes roll to the back of your head and he was stretching your stuffy cunt with his cock soo good, it turnt you into a moaning mess.
"Oh yeah I know my cock is good you little slut, Gonna fuck you so stupid with it, you won't ever think about another guy's dick other than your stepbrother's" he smirks as he lands a hard slap on your ripped ass, watching the way the thick flesh jiggles against him, bouncing back against his pelvis as he drills himself so fucking deep inside of you. You're his little glory hole, he can stuff you full and deep of his seed and use your tight pussy for hours and fuck you so dumb that you can't even think for the rest of the week if he wants to.
He circles his thumb over your neglected butthole, the puckered hole fluttering against the pad of his thumb as he notices the way your moans got sweeter and louder at the gesture. He won't be surprised if you're a slut for anal he snooped through your room a shit ton of times looking for your dirty cum-stained panties he uses to jerk off to, to know that you have several jeweled anal plugs hidden away in your drawer.
"Mmm want me to put it in baby?" he teases, adoring the way the pink ring flutters on his thumb, soo eager and hungry to be stuffed and played with, "Ye-yes pleasee!" you hiccupped, purposely winking your hole for him desperately as a form of inviting him. "Heh, how cute" he mumbled before gathering your slick from your clit to rub it on the tiny rim before slowly sinking it in little by little. He groaned as he felt your cunt throbbing around his cock as your hungry asshole swallows his thumb into the hilt.
Heavy balls slapping against your clit as your eyes roll back to the back of your head as if you were possessed or something- or maybe you were, possessed by his fucking cock hitting your favorite spots in your hole that had you seeing stars. His cock was so fucking good, mushroom tip kissing your cervix with every single one of his mean thrusts. "Fuck wish I could play with those pretty tits" he groans, head falling back as he moans, your cunt felt like fucking heaven, so warm and tight just for him.
"Kat-Katsuki m' so close" you moaned as you felt the familiar feeling in your stomach building up, "Yeah? That fast? My cock is that good huh?".
You let out a porn star-worthy moan when you felt his thick thumb sliding in and out of your tight bullied walls, matching the rough brutal pace of the pounding he was giving your poor pussy. He lifts up one of his legs and plants his feet flat on the floor so he can drill deeper into your cunt, "Fuckk yes daddy- don't stop fuck! Please don't stop" you cried out as you felt yourself approaching your release.
He chuckled mockingly, "Daddy huh? You're such a fucking dirty whore ya know that?" he slapped your ass so fucking hard that his handprint was definitely branded on your ass cheek, "Didn't know my dear little stepsis was such a cock-hungry slut, what'd ya think mom would say if she found out her innocent daughter was milking her stepbrother's cock and calling him daddy hm? Always knew you were a whore" he smirks as you whimpered and dripped to his mean words.
He pulled his thumb out of your butthole slowly and then groaned when he saw the delicious little gape he created. He brought his thumb up to his mouth before sucking it, gathering spit onto the finger then circling it around the gaped hole.
"Fuckk would you look at that, she's all prepped and ready for my cock, maybe after I'm done stuffing your cunt, I'll fill this one up too, bet you'll fucking like that", you felt his cock throbbing like crazy in your pussy as he imagined stuffing both of holes with his bitter cum and having you all plugged up n pretty with his seed deep in your asshole and the only thing keeping it in is the princess plug you have hidden away in your drawer- buried deep inside your ass.
You almost screamed when you felt him stabbing his cock into your cunt even harder, strong hands gripping your waist tightly to keep you still as he rams his hips against yours. The friction of his heavy balls slapping your clit made it feel even better as your cunt clenches around his cock, threatening to milk his balls into your pussy. You're not surprised that Bakugou was this good at fucking, after all, he was really fucking sexy and built, of course he had a lot of experience. You cried out when you felt his fingers rubbing harsh harsh circles on your clit, "Come on slut, need ya to cum on my cock, don't make me repeat myself" he grunts, head falling back when he feels your cunny squeezing around his cock soo much fucking tighter. You closed your eyes as you felt your orgasm approaching. His thrust was so fucking brutal, it's like he has some fucking personal problem and is taking it out on your poor cunt.
Before you could process anything else, you were gushing all over his pretty cock, warm liquid squirting all over his abs and pelvis and he continues pounding you through it, he lets out a slurpy moan while laughing, "Fuckk yeah that's it baby that's it, Gooddd girl" he thrusts got sloppier and sloppier when he felt his balls tightening. He didn't expect you to fucking squirt and make a mess all over him so it drove him fucking crazy.
You felt his cock twisting against your tight walls, assuming he was about to cum. Fuck, you felt so lifeless. The only thing holding you up was Katsuki's strong grip on your waist and the washing machine because you can't even think right now, your mind fully fucking clouded with his cock bullying your poor insides, splitting your sweet cunny apart. Fuck he's so mean, you shivered when you felt his fingers digging deep into your waist.
"Fuck m'gonna cum, gonna stuff this slutty cunt so full of my seed, it'll come right out your mouth bitch" he hisses before emptying his balls in your pussy, thick ropes of cum filling up your cumdump of a hole as you cried out when you felt his angry tip pushing the cum further and further into your cunny, making sure to stuff you full and not let any of it leak out or you'd have to lick it up.
He chuckles darkly when he hears you're out of breath whimpers. "Is this what you needed? A good little filling to shut that pretty mouth of yours? Because if it's dick you need to function properly you know where to find me baby" he chuckles, slowly pulling out his still-hard cock, being sooo careful that none of the cum drips out. He lines his tip up at the entrance of your butthole, smearing the cum onto the hole as it winks at him.
"Ready for the other filling?"
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rintarou suna would let you talk him into getting a dick piercing. ârin cmon, just try. if you hate it so much you can always just remove it and let it close up.â heâs used to giving people piercings and tattoos all around for a little extra side cash (my tattoo artist suna smutshot), so he has little hesitancy when instructing you on how to put the prince albert piercing through the tip of his cock. but little doesnât mean none. âbaby itâs gonna hurt.â rintarou seems like heâs a tough guy. one who next to never complains about painâ but that is so far beyond the truth. he whines about every little thing, simply because he has no problem being obnoxious around you. youâll love him anyway. so when he whines about how painful itâs gonna be, all you can do is laugh at his childish antics. heâll furrow his brows together and push out his bottom lip slightly more, making himself look like the epitome of a whiner.
âbaby itâll hurt so bad, iâm gonna need you to kiss it better. youâll kiss it better, right princess?â
âit hurts, honey, whenever you bring it up it reminds me itâs there and then itâs sore again.â
âi donât even want to wear clothes, the thought of even underwear sounds so painful babyâ
but once itâs been just two days and heâs forgotten about the initial pain, heâll be buried balls deep in your tight little cunny, cool metal hitting the spongey spot deep in there that your fingers alone could never reach. the way the second bulb of metal peeks out from underneath the tip gives you added stimulation as it drags through your heated walls, bringing you closer and closer.
âyâknow, sweets, i think i like this little cock piercing you talked me into. makes you scream, and i like when youâre loud for me.â
what may have stated as a half joking test ended in rintarou suna having a new second favorite piercing. though, nothing can beat the reactions you give him for the metal ball on his mid-tongue.
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quick a/n: guys iâm so determined to leave my flop era this summer bc school gets out for me in like two weeks so iâm gonna hopefully be able to flood you all with content!! itâs 10am and i havenât slept a WINK so hereâs some dick piercing suna brain rot bc i need him so bad
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CLUBBING TOPS! - yeah this bitch goes partying EVERY weekend. also most weekdays bc sjap yn has a high alcohol tolerance. alcohol poisoning? never heard of her. these tops do it every. single. time. without fail. she wears any one of these slutty tops and sheâs going home with a man. this girl has a mission! (and no itâs not to sleep with every dj that plays ayesha erotica for her. looks at megumi) donât be fooled though sheâs always down to share her clothes with maki or nobara bc sheâs a girls girl (not rlly but she just loves her friends so much) she once caught panda trying to put her tank studio top one once and LOST IT. she started screaming at him that he already stretched it and he needs to buy her a new one⌠whole time the material was just stretchy she just wanted another one in a different colour (bc why would she pay $120 for a top when panda can!)
ACCESSORIES! - yn is a silver girl BY FAR. youâll always catch her leaving with one if not all of these. she basically lives in hoops. showers in them, sleeps in them (i know that back piece is smells NASTY) she lives off the quote âthe bigger the hoop the bigger the hoeâ. MARC JACOBS FRIENDSHIP NECKLACE!!!! (yes i mightâve based this off me and my bff irl ok burn me) she has one on but the real question is who has the other? hint starts with p and ends in anda. but donât be silly thereâs no duos or trios cough yes cough in the group. they all have matching necklaces for eachother bc they couldnât find a 4 friendship way necklace laugh out loud. she just prefers the marc jacobs one bc it makes her feel superior. CLIPS!!!!! yes sheâs a sucker for cute hair clips arrest her. you will never see her with flyaways nah uh.
WHATS IN HER BAG! - her most prized possession⌠miss miu miu⌠she got it from the group for her 19th birthday (yes they all were broke afterwards and dine and dashed dinner but hey! can u blame them, that shit is expensive) and in so called expensive bag is ALWAYS a sonny angel. yes he does bring her good luck. the only time she forgot to put a sonny angel in her bag was when she got harassed via imsg.. sound familiar? this bitch vlogs EVERY MOMENT of her life. she has a secret youtube account where she posts her cute little city vlogs of her and her friends. she doesnât expect it to go viral but it does shortly after she debuted man eater. one time she was at dinner and forgot her handy cam so she called her friend at home to come pick her up, drop her at home to grab her handy cam and then drop her back to dinner which she arrived shortly after her food did (wdym this isnât a personal experience⌠heh⌠i lied sorry bff) and lastly her infamous pink hello kitty lighter. for blunts. and cigarettes occasionally. but mainly blunts.
TEES! - these are just some of the tops she would wear on air. the listeners canât see her anyways but she loves to dress cute because it makes her feel good doing so. she was always so expressive via fashion because itâs illegal to kill somebody you hate crowd boos
BOTTOMS! - yeah so this bitch basically lives in mini skirts and booty shorts. no mind that her ass is out she refuses to wear pants. on the rare occasion she DOES wear pants itâs usually just bootcut jeans that flare at the end because it makes her ass look good.
OUTERWEAR! - she loooveesssss her jackets like she adores them. cold? putting on a jacket. being harassed? putting on a jacket legs are freezing due to said mini skirt? putting on a jacket. such a multi use piece of clothing! also comes in handy to choke out roommates when they eat your leftovers from the night before! oops!
SHOES! - this girl only wears two types of shoes. heels or knee high boots. nevermind that we are going to the beach she WILL pull up with kitten heels. but who needs the beach when clubbing is just as fun right? she does everything in heels. cook, work, griddy, kick a guy in the dick for groping her? you name it. put this bitch in 5 inch stilettos and she would still would NOT falter once not even stumble. she is a pro and actually needs to be considered for the olympics because that footwork technique is impeccable.
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brazilian air | as12
hi, i am in my classic f1 era rn and i am currently obsessed with mr Senna god he was so fine and since it's his bday today i thought that im gonna upload this one bc why not
also im like 100% sure that this one will flop but i wanted to upload this anyway, so if you'll find it worth a shot, enjoy then!
happy bday king, 64 today but 34 forever, you'll always be missed
summary: during a month break from racing, ayrton thought that inviting y/n into his family sides will get them along even more. to the surprise to both of them, they got along even better than expected
warnings: sexual content, fingering, female orgasm
pairing: fem!mclarendriver x ayrton senna
After the Sao Paulo Grand Prix, there came a monthly break, even though it was only the second race of the season.
The end of march was very warm, but the weather in Brazil had its own rules. Just as in London there was probably a downpour and the temperature barely above ten degrees, the other side of the globe had almost holiday-like weather.
The 1990 season was the second year when Y/N took Alain Prost's seat at McLaren, thus becoming Ayrton Senna's teammate. While many did not look favorably upon Ron Dennis's decision for various reasonsâbecause Y/N was the first woman in history to have the opportunity to race at the top level of motorsport, her debut in Formula 1, her young age, and the fact of what kind of past Senna had with his previous teammatesâwith each passing month the doubts started to going away.
The girl handled herself on the track incredibly well, and since McLaren did not disappoint with their cars, she practically returned from every race with points, effectively shutting the mouths of all those who spoke unfavorably about her.
Even Ayrton himself, who was initially the most unconvinced about the boss's decision, also didn't need much to change his mind about her. At first, he approached her with distance, fearing that her joining the team might cause even more damage than when they had Prost in reserve. As it turned out, the girl was not his enemy; often, he himself silenced all those who attacked her and questioned her abilities.
Senna saw that she looked up at him as her authority. She never explicitly told him, but it was evident how she listened carefully to his advice, asked when she had doubts, and consulted almost everything only with him, although she had a whole crowd of people around her.
Ron breathed a sigh of relief seeing that they tolerated each other and there were no forecasts for them to repeat the Senna-Prost scenario. However, tolerating each other was an understatement, because Ayrton would never invite someone to his family's sides whom he merely tolerated. The Brazilian didn't admit it out loud, but he liked the girl. Sometimes he even caught himself thinking about her when she wasn't around, and when she was, he smiled a lot more in her company, whereas McLaren's garage used to be a place of nerves and tense atmosphere for him.
Yes, if someone asked him about Y/N, Ayrton would say she was his friend. Someone he never had after leaving Brazil.
"How do I say in Portugese that I can't eat anymore?"
The girl asked, lying on her towel stretched out on the hull of the motorboat belonging to the Senna family.
Y/N shielded the sun with her hand and glanced at Ayrton, who laughed at her question, sitting next to her and smoking a cigarette.
"It's not funny, your mom wants to fatten me up so that I'm heavier and slower than you on the track."
"NĂŁo aguento mais, tĂ´ chei", but even if you say it in Portugese, my mom won't listen to you anyway."
"I've never eaten such delicious food, but when we get back, I probably won't fit into my clothes anymore."
He released smoke from his lungs and involuntarily glanced at her when she turned onto her stomach and closed her eyes. Her hair, still wet from bathing in the lake, stuck to her shoulders, and her skin, once pale, slowly began to take on a blush from the sun.
"You look good, so don't worry."
"I didn't say I would look bad, just that I won't fit into my pants anymore."
"As long as you can fit into the car, you'll be fine."
The girl snorted, "Well, in that case, I have quite a reserve."
Y/N gathered her hair behind her shoulder and settled more comfortably, exposing herself to the pleasantly warming rays of the sun. Ayrton glanced down her body and only when the heat from his cigarette burned his fingers a little, he snap out of it. Did he really like the girl, or was it just that he spent so much time with her that he got used to her? He didn't know the answer to that question, but he knew that sometimes he found himself staring at her for a bit too long. Despite being a few years younger than him, she had feminine charms. He also objectively thought that the girl was attractive.
She didn't have much of a different opinion about him either because in her eyes, Ayrton was indeed a handsome man. He was tall, athletic, had beautiful brown eyes and hair of the same color, which often fell in curls onto his forehead. She liked his smile and the way he wrinkled his nose, which, like most of his body, was covered in freckles. But Ayrton appealed to her only as an older teammate, someone who was completely out of her reach, and for whom she was probably just an insignificant kid. At least that's what she thought.
They spent time at the lake until late afternoon, as for dinner, besides Ayrton's parents, his sister with Bruno, his nephew, was also supposed to appear. Upon returning to the Senna family's home, the girl took only a quick shower and threw on a thin, white dress because even though the day was slowly coming to an end, the temperature was still high. They spent the evening on the terrace, and time passed in a very pleasant atmosphere. Mrs. Senna made sure that only delicious dishes appeared on the table, while Mr. da Silva entertained the company with stories and jokes. Although Y/N didn't speak anything in Portugese except for the short phrases Ayrton had taught her, there were no communication problems for a moment. At one point, little Bruno grabbed the radio and turned up the volume, pulling the girl by the hand and inviting her to dance. The girl, already somewhat tipsy from wine, agreed without hesitation and followed the six-year-old, dancing with him barefoot on the still warm concrete. Ayrton's mother and sister sang along with the song, his father clapped his hands, and Ayrton himself looked at the scene with tenderness, laughing and sipping his beer. She took the boy in her arms and spun with him, dancing, to which Bruno laughed out loud. Although Ayrton's family had only met Y/N a few days ago, he was convinced, seeing with his own eyes, how much they liked her. It meant a lot to him.
"Tio, agora tio Ayrton!"
Bruno shouted and pointed at the man when a new song started playing. Ayrton laughed and shook his head, to which his sister started pulling his arm and, to the sounds of approval from the family, he stood up and approached the girl, who put the boy down on the ground.
"Querida senhora," he extended his hand towards her, slightly bowing, "may I?"
Y/N chuckled and nodded, extending her hand, which was met with numerous shouts and whistles.
"I can't dance, I can't dance at all."
She said through laughter when he pulled her closer and placed his hand on her waist.
"Everyone can dance to Brazilian rhythms, trust me."
Ayrton replied with an assuring smile and spinned her around, catching her again after a moment. They danced, understanding each other without words, laughing only when one of them accidentally bumped into someone or stepped on someone's foot.
The girl didn't know if her cheeks were burning from the sun, the alcohol, or the fact that she felt embarrassed by being so close to him. But she felt light and happy enough not to dwell on it. She wanted this evening to last as long as possible.
However, at some point, Bruno fell asleep on the chair, and Viviane took him in her arms, announcing that she would put him to bed and she will also take a rest, wishing everyone a good night. Ayrton's mother, seeing that his dad had had enough beer, took him by the arm and, amid numerous protests, escorted him inside. The girl helped carry the dishes to the kitchen, and when she brought in the last batch of plates, Ayrton's mother hugged her tightly.
Y/N returned her embrace with a smile, wishing her a good night before returning to the terrace.
Seeing the expression on her face, Ayrton smiled too.
"They liked you, but I'm sure you noticed that yourself."
"They are very kind," the girl replied, closing the terrace doors, "you have a truly wonderful family."
Y/N approached the table and took a chair to sit on it, but Ayrton straightened up and patted his knees, indicating that she should sit on them. The girl accepted the invitation without protest and sat on them sideways, embracing him around the neck.
"I'm glad you agreed to come here with me," he said, looking into her eyes, to which she smiled.
"I'm glad you invited me."
For a moment, they looked at each other in silence, she on his lap, with her hand on his bare shoulders, he with one hand on her waist and the other caressing her exposed thigh. He raised his hand and brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear, touching her flushed cheek. The girl smiled at his gesture and closed her eyes.
"You're important to me, you know?"
"I am?"
She asked, looking at him again.
Ayrton nodded, stroking her cheek with his thumb. Y/N threaded her fingers into the hair resting at the base of his neck, stroking it lightly. At one point, without thinking or saying a word, he leaned towards her and kissed her. She kissed him back, touching his cheek with her other hand. Ayrton didn't break the kiss, he just hugged her tighter, pressing their bodies together. Y/N was returning each of his kisses and after a while their tongues started their love dance, rubbing against each other. Even though they were both a bit drunk, Ayrton wasn't sure how much he could afford. However, when she slightly opened her legs, giving him a silent invitation, he squeezed her thigh to which she sighed. He smiled against her lips, continuing to kiss her. He stroked her leg, moving higher and higher with each movement. When he felt the fabric of her underwear with his fingertips, he pulled away slightly, wanting to look at her face and see her reaction, but she pulled him closer again, connecting their lips in a kiss.
"Do not stop"
Ayrton smiled against her lips and deepened the kiss in response. He ran his fingers over her pussy and she purred softly. He began to slowly massage her through the fabric of her panties, but when they began to get in the way after some time, he pulled them off her with a quick movement.
His lips soon moved to her neck, marking it with kisses. She tilted her head, giving him better access to her. Ayrton accidentally slipped the strap of her dress, but neither of them cared. The girl noticed it only when he sucked on her nipple, which made her moan involuntarily.
"You have to be quiet, can you do that?"
He asked quietly, glancing at her ecstatic face. She just licked her lips and quickly nodded. He ran his tongue over her nipple again, his hand still massaging her pussy. When he felt how wet she was, he slowly inserted his finger into her, but carefully watched her face, continuing to caress her breasts with his mouth. He looked at her, wanting to make sure they were both on the same page. However, his actions were perceived with enthusiasm, as the girl tilted her head back, letting out a muffled moans from her pursed lips. Ayrton smiled to himself, still peppering her breasts with kisses. He inserted his finger all the way and started moving it, expertly nudging her inner, sensitive spot. Y/N had a hard time staying quiet, especially when he added a second finger and his movements inside her started getting more precise and decisive. The girl covered her mouth with one hand and grabbed his wrist with the other and pushed him harder into herself, feeling that she was only seconds away from orgasm.
"Ayrton, I- oh my godâŚ"
Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck again and dug her nails into his bare shoulder.
"Kiss me, quick"
He said quietly, his breathing also quickening. She complied with his command and kissed him, making him muffle her moans with his mouth. Y/N came on his hand soon after, squeezing her eyes shut and tilting her head back. After a few moments, the girl sat up straight again, trying to calm her breathing. As she slowly began to realize what had actually happened, the blush on her cheeks intensified even more. She looked at him uncertainly, he laughed seeing her reaction and kissed her on the cheek.
"Don't look so innocent, you're quite a good one."
The girl felt ashamed and closed her eyes, cuddling into him, and he hugged her tightly.
"Promise me that no one in your family will sit in this chair for breakfast."
Ayrton chuckled and rubbed his hand on her back.
"I promise, don't worry about it," he rested his cheek on her head, "We can go somewhere else if you want."
The girl raised her head and looked at him.
"I won't be able to keep quiet, Ayrton. Your parents-" "Don't worry," he interrupted her, taking her panties thrown on the chair next to them and handing them to her hand, "I'll make sure you keep your mouth busy."
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how seventeen act with their s/o who has lots of natural aegyo
requested by anon: Could I request svt with an innocent or really cute s/o or something like that? Feel free to decline though!
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seungcheol:
tries to pretend that he's Totally Chill with how naturally adorable you are, is anything but. doesn't like when you're directing your big doe eyes at anyone else, however, and always has an arm snaking around your waist and pulling you against him while frowning at the person you were talking to bc how dare they have your cuteness directed at them??? your cute pout and unintentional aegyo are saved for His eyes and his alone
jeonghan:
the Weakest for you omg. all you need to do is look at him with big, sad eyes and heâs falling to your feet ready to do your every command. what do you want, baby? just tell it to jeonghan and he'll move mountains for you. seungcheol laughs at him for being weak, but what can he say? you don't even realise how unintentionally cute you are all the time, so it's not exactly like he can tell you to stop. he loves you too much to not do everything you want, and your adorable nature that makes it impossible for him to refuse you is just a bonus.Â
joshua:
raises a finger and says that no it is Not right to use your cuteness as a weapon against him bc what do you think he's gonna do? give in instantly?... you're absolutely right tell him exactly what you'll want and he'll give it to you right this second. finds himself laughing when you're being naturally adorable, pinching your cheeks and telling you that your expression was just so cute before he immediately mimicks what you were doing, all gooey doe-eyed and it makes you laugh and hit him until his face melts back into that familiar adoring expression
junhui:
doesnât know what to do with himself. youâre just so adorable oh my god he cannot deal with your level of cuteness??? hands fluttering everywhere and giggling whenever you come up to him, all shy and wanting to ask something to him. it probably takes him a good few seconds to stop squishing your cheeks and petting your head to finally register what youâre saying, but damn heâs just so so utterly whipped for you when youâre all unintentionally cute and heâs doing anything you want in the blink of an eye. but really. if heâs being truly honest, heâd probably do it anyway.
hoshi:
loud. enamoured. fake sobs and wails and squishes your cheeks so hard that you can't finish the rest of your sentence. he Will sometimes look over at you and cry out about how cute you are just randomly while you're sitting there doing absolutely nothing. expect endless praise and compliments from this man. probably calls you a bunch of sickly sweet nicknames like "flower" and "sugar" because you're just that adorable and sweet to him
wonwoo:
he's not ashamed to admit that sometimes just looking over at you has him losing his train of thought. what can he say? anyone would feel their words trail away from them if they looked up from the table to see you watching them intently, eyes attentive and sparkling with utterly adorable adoration. he's stopped talking countless times, smiling and leaning over to kiss your cheek while you laugh and ask him why he's suddenly paused the conversation.Â
jihoon:
he tries to pretend heâs not affected by it, but heâs really affected by it. like, really really. it doesn't help that you're totally unaware of your natural cuteness. sometimes he'll just sit there blinking at you for a long moment before having to duck his head to hide his pink cheeks because goodness, you really are such a cute person and he loves you so much. pretends to grump and push you away when you pester him while pouting, but he's trying to hide his own small smile at your behaviour
minghao:
blinks at you as you stare at him, wide-eyed and adorable before having to huff out an endeared breath of laughter and pinch your cheeks and asking you if you could repeat what you were saying? it makes it even more adorable how this is just How You Are, unintentionally and naturally cute, and he'll never tell you how sweet he thinks it is but everyone can tell how enamoured he is with your natural aegyo
mingyu:
if it was possible to combust from how adorable someone is, then mingyu would probably have died several times by now. he Cannot handle it at all, and does Not pretend that he can in the slightest. smooths back your hair, cooing and calling you his adorable little angel and will genuinely squeak with adoration when you giggle, shy from his compliments. treats you like you're the most precious, most delicate, most cherished person in the entire universe.Â
dokyeom:
unintentionally engages in countless aegyo competitions with you, bc your natural cuteness sets him off and leads him to being all cutesy back to you, which in turn accidentally encourages you to be even more adorable than before. seungkwan's walked in on the two of you talking in pout to each other more times that he's liked to witness. you two together are cuteness overload, and there's a betting pool going on for when the honeymoon phase of your relationship will end. (jeonghan says never, and currently it looks like he's the one that'll win the bet)Â
seungkwan:
squeaks and coos and dotes on you like you're a cute little puppy (bc honestly that's exactly what you are in his eyes) and will do absolutely anything you asked. you might have to repeat your requests to him several times though, because he keeps getting distracted by the stars in your eyes. gets fake-mad at how adorable you are and tells that this Shouldn't Be Possible until you're giggling and smiling over his fond tirade over how much he loves you
hansol:
spends an unhealthy amount of time just Staring at you throughout his day as you do normal, daily things. literally has hearts emanating from his gaze because he literally is just that enamoured by you. does everything you ask and everything you don't ask, too, because honestly, given the amount of hours he spends watching you with adoring eyes, it would be decidedly Not normal if he didn't learn how to read your body language and immediately and instantly anything you ever need ever
chan:
stood there starstruck the first time he had your unintentional aegyo directed at him before snapping out of it and making it his Mission to get you to understand just how goddamn powerful your pout and cuteness was and trying to help you utilise it to help get you (and him) out of sticky situations with the other members. kinda keeps forgetting to actually teach you tho. bc he keeps getting sidetracked by how utterly adorable and pretty your eyes are.Â
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shy!reader wiggling her way into eddie lap bc she had a hard day đŤ
You donât know how to tell Eddie you miss him.
Heâs sitting in bed right next to you, scribbling down notes in a worn composition notebook. You donât even know why you miss him, only that the couple of inches separating you from him feels cavernous.
You donât know what to say, so you sigh. A big, deep exhale that makes your chest deflate like a popped balloon. Itâs sort of what you feel like, anyway.
Eddieâs chin brushes his shoulder as he turns to you, chocolate eyes wide beneath his clear-framed glasses.Â
He knows that certain sounds mean certain things, kind of like a babyâs cry. You donât know what you want a lot of the time â you know less how to express that you donât know what you want â so Eddieâs learned to read you like a book. Most of the time, he knows whatâs going on in your head before you do.
But the grieving breath you let out now is too ambiguous for him to understand. Itâs too soft to be one of frustration, too drawn out to be contentment. He decides to check the boxes.
âAre you hungry?â he murmurs.
You shake your head in response, focusing on the book in your hand but not any of the words.
âSleepy?â he asks. ââCause I, for one, could totally go for a nap right now, princess.â
You shake your head again, smiling a little this time at his word choice.
âBored?â
Another head shake.
Eddie gives up. âA feeling neither of us can name because we donât know what it is?â
You nod.
âI donât think it even existed before now,â you mutter, half-joking.
The boy laughs. His pink lips match the apples of his cheek. You donât know how to tell him you want to press your faces together until youâre made of the same vibrant colors he is.
âIs it cabin fever, you think? Iâve kept you hostage here for, like, two days now. Maybe youâre gettinâ sick of me.â
âYouâre not holding me hostage. I asked to come over,â you remind him, giggling softly to yourself. âAnd I could never get sick of you, Eds. You know that.â
You lean over to nudge his shoulder with your own. Instead of sitting back up again, you linger just against him. You find you feel a lot better now, finally touching him. The gnawing feeling is less loud but still there.
Eddie smiles in silent understanding. âWanna hug?â
A beat passes. You feel a little bit lame for wanting it so desperately. You nod anyway.
Eddie sighs as he sets his notebook on the mattress beside him. Itâs not an unhappy one. Itâs not an underwhelmed one, either. Itâs just a breath, really â a clean, deep inhale-exhale he can finally take, knowing youâre about to be in his arms.
âCâmon, sweetheart,â he ushers with his arms spread open. âMy bodyâs always free real estate for you.â
âEw,â you giggle at the unintentional connotation, sliding closer to him. You duck your burning face away from his in attempts to hide the wide smile on your mouth. Eddie sees it anyway and grins back.
He lazes against the headboard while you settle against his chest, one hand wedged between your bodies and the other curling around his side. You tuck your face into the curls at his neck. He smells like nicotine and floral shampoo and skunk weed. You donât know how to tell him you need him to lay all his weight on top of you until his natural scent becomes your own.
His chin rests on the crown of your head. He smooths a hand up and down your back. âIs this what you wanted? Just needed my strong arms to feel better, huh? Is that it?â
You know heâs joking, but you donât laugh. You shrug. âKindaâŚâ
âKinda?â he echoes. His contorted face is audible. âDo you need something else?â
Heâs not bothered by it, the fact that you want something more â just curious as to how he can make you feel better.
âI donât knowâŚâ you murmur, wriggling against him like you canât get comfortable. âItâs just⌠I need to be closer, I think.â
âCloser, huh?â Eddie muses, wrapping his arms more intently around you and squeezing you tight. He presses his lips to your hair. âHonestly, I donât know if we can get any closer than this⌠Well. I mean, we could, but I have a feeling thatâs not what you wantâŚâ
You shake your head against his chest at the implication. You need everything but the sex right now â the holding, the contact, the tangled limbs.
âNo, I just⌠I think I just need to⌠I donât knowâŚâ you mutter, almost inaudibly into his chest. You hold him tighter. âWould it be okay if IâŚâ
Eddieâs brows raise beneath his bangs as you trail off. Youâre getting better at it, at vocalizing when you need something, but the words are hard to form sometimes, and he gets it. He did fail senior year English two times, after all.Â
âYou donât have to ask for anything, you know?â he assures, practically cooing, punctuating his words with a kiss to the top of your head. âWhatever you want, you can just take it. Itâs all good with me, babe.â
His words give you a minimal boost of confidence.Â
You part from him, lips pursed to the side of your mouth. Eddie eyes you attentively with slow and owlish blinks behind the thick lenses of his glasses. You donât know how to tell him you want to swim in his chocolate syrup gaze or taste the stars that twinkle inside them.
âI just wanna, likeâŚâ you trail off. You never end up finishing your sentence, actually. Without words to describe the overwhelming, unnamed feeling, you just crawl into Eddieâs lap and wrap around him like a koala.
Your thighs settle on either side of his hips, arms curling around his neck as you tuck your face into his wild hair again, pressing your chest intently against his own.Â
Eddie sighs into your shoulder; it trembles like a faint laugh. His palm smooths over your back, pushing you further against him until the laws of physics prevent either of you from coming any closer.
You exhale slowly. For the first time, Eddie feels you relax against him.
âIs this better?â he mumbles into your cheek.
You nod into the side of his.
Your chests move together with each of your slow, even breaths â rising for a few seconds, stilling for a moment, then falling for a couple more. You think your hearts might be beating in the same rhythm, too.
That gnawing feeling behind your ribcage turns to sunlight.
#published by bug#eddie munson x reader#stranger things x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson imagine#stranger things imagine#stranger things fanfic#eddie munson fic#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson#stranger things#st drabbles#eddie spaghetti drabble
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all of the girls youâve loved before
pairing: min ho x reader
genre: slight angst, best friends to lovers, they are both so dense to each others feelings..
summary: being best friends with KISSâs resident âheart throbâ is not for the weak. falling in love with him isnât either, so what happens when the line between best friend and boyfriend becomes too blurred?
a/n: hi hello i am back from the dead. iâm convinced this acc is just gonna be a jenny han-iverse fic acc bc if not conrad then iâm writing about min ho. i have ended school so i hope i am more consistent with writing! feel free to send in requests + questions btw :D i hope u guys enjoy this silly fic that is also based off a taylor swift song hence the title!
Sitting outside of your best friendâs party that he throws every year was not something you thought you would be doing. You were convinced that this time was going to be different, and maybe just because you were seeing Min Ho in a different light, he would see you too. Here you still were, all dolled up but with no guts to walk into the party. You sighed, thinking about how pathetic you might be looking at the moment to anyone walking by. It was annoying in your opinion, just a month ago you couldnât stand the thought of being with your best friend but now youâre starting to second guess and think more about the times youâve spent together.
It was about 2 weeks ago when you and Min Ho, well more so you, started kind of overthinking the things you two would do together. You used to think that it was just regular best friend things you did, like talking about your past lovers and flings, laughing about all of the late nights you both have spent on your own having lame fights on the phone. But then you start thinking about the other nights, sneaking out past curfew and holding onto each other's hands in hopes of not getting caught. Or the way he would treat you the way he would never treat anyone else, allowing you to see his softer side, doing silly things like letting you do his skin care after he knows youâve been crying in his bathroom about some dude that said âloved youâ not knowing how carelessly heâs throwing out the words that mean so much to you. You see yourself doing the regular âbest friend dutiesâ like never saying bye to each other because you know youâll be seeing each other again anyways, but you know it shouldnât bother you when you see the new transfer student Madison write your best friendâs name in a heart all over her assignment.Â
You shook yourself out of your daze and stood up, you knew it was wrong for you to be feeling this way about your best friend and there was no reason for you to start feeling this way now. Looking at your phoneâs reflection to fix up your makeup, you took a deep breath and confidently made your way to the venue. Walking in and seeing a bunch of lights and loud music was expected, but tonight your goal was to forget about how you felt and let the universe tell you what to do.Â
âExcuse me maâam who let you out looking so good?â a voice spoke from behind you while tapping you on the shoulder.
You turned around and to your surprise it was one of your other close friends, âQ oh my gosh I havenât seen you in like a week!â you exclaimed while pulling him into a hug, not failing to notice Florian behind him. Once you pulled away you waved at the other male who signaled to his flask, basically asking you if you wanted a shot. You grinned and suddenly all of your prayers had been answered and your night had begun.Â
If you were being honest, you knew you werenât a light weight. You always thought of yourself as someone who could just drink enough to not be a heavy weight and be at the perfect level of tipsy where you can feel the buzz. This is the point where you had to go out to the dance floor because of how free it made you feel, not a single care or worry in the world. That was until you felt someone tapping on your shoulder. You turned around to see a guy, a random one you have never seen before around KISS. You could admit he was a bit attractive but not as attractive as Min Ho.Â
Looking up at the stranger you let out a forced smile, âHi?â you spoke, but sounded more like a question
âCouldnât help but notice a pretty girl dancing all by herself, you looking for someone to dance with?â the guy asked as he tried to put his hand on your waist.Â
You backed away before you suddenly felt someone behind you put their hand around your waist, âBaby Iâve been looking everywhere for you,â a boy spoke with an accent you could recognize anywhere. Looking up, you let out a soft genuine smile at the sight of your best friend.Â
Min Ho cleared his throat and saw the guy was still there, âHey man I donât know if you noticed but sheâs my girl, so I would appreciate it if you didnât hit on her,âÂ
The guy furrowed his brows at Min Ho before quickly realizing who he was, âOh shit sorry man I didnât know,â he quickly muttered out
âYouâre lucky I didnât have you kicked out. Now leave us alone, yeah?â Min Ho replied, shooing the other guy away.Â
Once the guy was gone, Min Ho held onto your hand and led you to a more secluded area away from the party. He looked at you and caressed your cheek, âYou okay Y/N?â he spoke softly
You looked up at your best friend and took in the way he looked at you. The way he looked at you made you feel so delicate, like you were the only person that mattered to him. You broke out of your daze and just nodded at him, âThank you Min, I think itâs time for me to head out now though,â You spoke
Min Ho frowned, but it looked more like a pout to you, âBut I just found you,â he spoke, âand we didnât even get to dance yet,âÂ
You took his hand that was on your cheek and held it, âI know, Iâm sorry Iâm just not in the mood for it anymore,â you replied softlyÂ
After hearing your response, it was like something in Min Ho clicked, causing him to hold your hand again, âOkay, letâs go then,â he spoke like it was no big deal
âLetâs go? What do you mean? Like youâre gonna just ditch your party?â You asked in disbelief
He nodded, âUh yeah duh? Why would I stay at a party that my best friend doesnât even want to be at?âÂ
There was that word again, it just keeps dangling over you and taunting you everytime you think you guys could be something more than just friends. Hearing his response just made you let out a small smile. Him pretending to be your boyfriend just lets you have a glimpse of what you werenât but what you could be, truly it does break your heart but what can you really do about it. After that night, he just dropped you off back at your dorms, you didnât even have the energy to invite him in like how you guys usually do. It did feel awkward just leaving him but you needed this. Your heart needed it.Â
You did feel bad for ghosting everyone. It had been a week since the party and you needed to shut down and take time for yourself to really think about what you wanted to do about your feelings for Min Ho. After being by yourself for a week and doing your work online, you felt like you really did learn a lot about yourself, and that in order to get over your feelings for your best friend, you had to accept that you had those feelings in the first place.Â
During this week of you ghosting everyone, you werenât the only one in question about their emotions. Min Ho to say the least has been snappier than ever to everyone. Most times, whenever you were around he would be at his nicest, you were someone who humbled him and brought him back to Earth but without you? He truly was something and someone you did not want to cross. The boy is a mess, he doesnât know how long ago you guys havenât talked for this long. Even if it was just a week, it felt like years. One thing Min Ho will do for you but never admit or do for anyone else is giving you space.
If heâs being honest with himself, he tried so incredibly hard not to fall for you or do anything that can potentially jeopardize his relationship with you but the moment he saw you at his party looking the way you did dancing on the dance floor, he knew he was done for. Thatâs why the whole week he has been so upset with himself for doing what he did that night, for calling you baby, for pretending to be your boyfriend, all of it, because now you werenât even talking to him. It wasnât until you texted him asking if he could come over where he finally felt the feeling of anxiousness leave his body.
Min Ho was standing at your door with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, debating on when to knock. That was until you beat him to it and just opened the door after hearing his shuffling from behind the door. Genuinely you were surprised, you didn't expect him to show up so fast, and with your favorite flowers too?
"Hi Min," you spoke with a smile before opening your door to let him in, "Come in please, you've been here countless of times so don't get shy on me now,"
He chuckled, taking off his shoes before stepping into your dorm, placing them among your other shoes and then following you to your room. Before sitting down, he handed you the flowers, "Here Y/N, I got you your favorites,"
"What's the occasion Min?" you asked taking the flowers and admiring them before placing them on your lap
"I just missed you that's all," he replied before sitting down next to you
You cleared your throat and started fiddling with your hands, "Min Ho I've been meaning to talk to you about this for a while," you spoke, "But if I'm honest I want to say I'm sorry for ghosting you for a week, I just needed time to figure out what I was feeling,"
Min Ho grabbed onto your hands and held them, preventing you from fiddling with your hands and causing you to look up at him, "It's okay Y/N, you know I would give you all the time in the world," he replied
Staring into his eyes, you knew you had to say it now or else you would never want to say it, "Min Ho, I'm in love with you," you said feeling so much lighter with that confession alone, "I think I always have been, but I wanted to be sure of it before I told you. I don't know when it exactly happened, but at one point the lines between being my best friend and wanting something more with you started to blur. So please tell me now if I'm just overthinking this whole thing and maybe I'm the only one who feels this way but-" you spoke before Min Ho leaned in to kiss you.
Your eyes widened in shock for a second before you closed your eyes finally kissing him back, melting into his touch and putting your hand onto his chest. If you could describe what the best thing that has happened to you, it would be this moment alone. The way your lips moved together in perfect synchronization, like you were both made for each other. Truly it could not compare to anything you've ever felt before.
Once you both pulled away, your forehead rested against Min Ho's, "You drive me crazy Y/N, I never even thought I had a chance with you but I'm so thankful all of our past romances led me here to you," he spoke
You smiled at his response, "So does that mean you love me too?"
"I love you more than words can describe, I mean I can show you in actions too?" He replied with a smirk
"Min Ho!" you gasped, playfully hitting his shoulder
He laughed at your reaction, "I'm kidding! I mean unless you were serious?"
You rolled your eyes playfully at the boy you were thankful to be in love with. At least this time you were sure this would be real.
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could you PLS talk abt moody reader and bsf patrick. and i'm not even talking abt smut, just that dynamic. she's not necessarily rude all the time, just kinda hesitant to do things. he's always pushing her into doing things that he knows she'll enjoy eventually even if she's reluctant at first (and he's always right). like one time he finds out that she doesn't know how to swim, never learned bc her parents just never took her to lessons and now it's his mission to teach her. and he's always the one who initiates physical touch and she pretends like it bothers her when he hugs her while he's all sweaty but secretly loves the affection. and she's torn when patrick is asking abt her opinion on the new girl she's seeing bc on one hand, the new gf is pretty and nice and smart so she's not gonna lie and be a pick me (and patrick values his bsf's opinion sm so she knows she has to be careful) but she's on the other hand she's in love with him and that should be HER not the other girl. sorry for the rant LMAO i didn't think this was gonna turn out so long
oh to be patricks autistic - mistaken for a bitch - best friend. everything he does, if it was someone else you'd be so unbelievablely triggered and upset. putting you in a headlock when hes sweaty and gross, throwing his arm around you and dragging you into his side - you snap at him and call him disgusting but theres never any heat to it. you'd never admit but you like the attention, soak it up like a flower does the sun. its strange to compare patrick zweig to the sun but thats what he is to you - you're always gravitating towards him. reaching tendrils out. when one of your snarky remarks makes him laugh out loud you feel like you could walk on air. and he's alot of things like loud, and mouthy, and impulsive, but he also remembers your favorite order from your favorite places, he lets you borrow his hoodies when you're cold and he never asks for them back - you asked one day, secretly hoping he'd say no but worried he was missing them "do you want me to give em'back?" and he'd just jostled your shoulder with his shrug and shook his head "its fine - i have a shit ton, and you wear em' better anyways" - he shit talks people with you and doesn't say anything about your absolutely insane statements like "ill behead them all and use their bones for kindling." he just snorts and asks if you can make him a s'more. you love him a little desperately. a little so much that when you take a moment to really look at him, his sun freckled skin, the messy tangles and wisps of his hair, the way his nose curves, the way he stands, sits, moves his hands, it hurts.
it hurts especially bad when you remember you cant have him that way - the way he has other girls - the way he has them gasping and pleading in the back of his car, moaning his name - because you'll always just be his friend. the girl who can make him laugh so hard pepsi squirts out of his nose. never the girl he'd want flushed and in his bed.
(you're stupid.)
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I need you (stephen!hayden x reader)
⢠summary: Stephen is a little rusty in sex and needs some help
⢠warnings: well smut
⢠a/n: this is about hayden/stephen not the actual one. I didn't go deep with the smut bc I am just getting the hang of it so yea. enjoy! (btw I haven't proof read it so there are mistakes...
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You've had an exhausting day at work, unfortunately you have to work overnight. All you want is a get away from this shit. There were only few others with you left. You peacefully working in your space, reading reports in your spinning chair when Stephen comes in.
He hastily grabs a chair and pulls it next to you to sit. You ignore him because you what was coming, he's gonna rant about how everyone thinks he's gay and no one likes him. You didn't think that way, you've had a cute crush on him for a while but didn't do anything because you worked with him and didn't have the time. You've always liked the way he talks and his glasses (you found them slutty and hot).
"What do you think of me?" he asks
"What do you mean?" you try to confirm, still reading the reports
"What do you think me?"
"You're kind, generous and hard-working!" you reply looking at him
"No like what do you think of me?" he repeats
You let out a harsh sigh annoyed.
"Like physically, do you find me attractive?" he blurts out
"What?" you respond in surprise
"Like am I attractive?" he asks again
"Yeah? why? did someone say anything to you?" you ask him concerned
"No..." he drags
"Spill" you demand
"Ok! It's been a while since you know..." he says
"What? I don't know"
"Since you know!" he looks at his pants and back up (twice)
"Sex?" you answer
"Shhhhh!" he silences you, making you giggle
"Someone will hear you! But yeah since I had sex" he continues
"So you want to start having sex again?" you ask
"Well yeah! It's been a long time" he admits
"How long?" you ask curiously
"Ummm...2 years?"
"What!? 2 years?! omg!" you yell whilst whispering
"I'm a bit rusty..." he says
You scoff as a response, "you will be"
"Oh shut up!" he responds
"Can't belive it! 2 years!" you laugh out loud
"Yep..." he says embarrassed, nodding his head
"Ok I won't laugh! I promise! you speak" you take a deep breath
"So everyone thinks I'm gay, I accidentally let people- no men stick their tongue down my throat and the girls I get run away when they hear the gay rumours" he explains his situation
"Well they just haven't seen your search history! trust me your straight!!" you confirm for him.
He leans back on the chair shocked
"How do you know my search history?"
"The other week you left early and forgot to log out. I did it for you" you smile at him proudly
"Anyways what am I supposed to do about this? I have some friends who might be interested..." you advise resting your head on you palms.
"No" he replies instantly
"Then?" you ask raising your eyebrows waiting for some details
"I need you" he mutters
"What?" you yell in shock
"You. I mean I don't know anyone else better. I'm close to you so it won't be that awkward!" he explains further
"What?! I can't!"
"Yes you can. Nat, Smith and Jade are leaving right now" he says placing a hand on your lap
"What?" as you respond you hear an elevator reach your floor seeing your colleagues leave
"It's just us! please!" he begs. You could see the desperation in his eyes.
"If I agree to this..." you drag
"I'll owe you a million" he offers
"Fine" you shrug even though you've wanted him for so long, you put on a act.
He instantly gets off the chair and kisses you
"Is that ok?" he asks
You nod in response
His kisses get more passionate and confident. His lips are awfully soft. His hands travel from your lap to your cheeks. He starts to kiss your neck, but whilst leaving a trail of kisses from behind your ear to you collarbone you get up and turn so he is in the chair. You're sat on his lap legs on both sides of him. He slips his around your waist and let's them travel your back and slip through your hair.
You pull his dark blonde curls, making him whimper. "You like that?"
The only response you got was a moan.
He starts to unbutton your shirt kissing your chest and around your bra. You follow his actions and pull his shirt off. He takes your bra off and kisses your breasts.
You slowly start to grind on him, making his head fall back in pleasure. "Fuck y/n!"
His breath starts to get heavier. He pulls his hand from your waist to tale off his glasses. Suddenly, you stop him.
"Whay are you doing?"
"Taking of my glasses?"
You lean against his mouth with a smirk
"The glasses stays on" you demand
"You have a thing for glasses?" He asks, locking his lips with a smile and carrying pire lust in his eyes.
"Shut up!" you say rolling your eyes at him whilst giggling
"We'll see who needs to shut up after this" he says with a mischievous smile leaning back in to kiss you
#hayden christensen#stephen glass#stephen glass hayden#shattered glass#hayden christensen smut#hayden x reader#anakin skywalker#fanfic#hayden christensen fanfic#aaron warner#smut#fanfiction
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potential ⢠z. chenle
pairing. zhong chenle x fem! reader genre. rich kids au, childhood friends au, friends with benefits au. angst, fluff, suggestive. word count. 20k (20.079) warnings. alcohol consumption, swearing, mentions of sexual activity, sexual innuendos, a heavy make out session or two, use of lyrics from ariana grande and sarah close and masking them as my own words a/n. why do we call it a rich kid chenle au when he's a rich kid irl. anyways for the fact that this was one of the most spontaneous fics ive ever written it sure did take a lot of time to execute. took a lot of inspo for the lifestyle from the sky castle kdrama so if its not accurate dont @ me bc ive never been rich LMAO
playlist. in my head â ariana grande ; successful â ariana grande ; nonsense â sabrina carpenter ; supermodel â mĂĽneskin ; that's what i like â bruno mars
You saw his potential without seeing credentials. And maybe that's the issue.
August 28, 2020 â somewhere in the Bali sea, 1:27 AM
The music is loud. The weather is humid.
Wrapping up the summer before your senior year, dancing around in the bar of the cruise ship in the middle of the ocean, one last stop before your 28-day cruise around Southeast Asia is over, the loud music from the bar rings in your ears as you dance around, a glass of expensive Mendis coconut Brandy swirling in your hold. The taste of the alcohol on your tongue burns, not quite used to the burning sensation in your mouthâ this is one of the first times youâre drinking, since your parents were always big on prestige and acting classy. Your parents went to sleep, thoughâ excited to explore Benoa tomorrow, to immerse themselves in nature and explore Baliâs temples and heritage. You, on the other hand, took this as an opportunity to partyâ accompanied by none other than your parentsâ friendâs son, who grew into the position of your childhood best friend solely because his and your family have always been close, choosing to spend vacations together; a relationship that was mostly fueled by the immediate closeness of you two during the summer breaks and ski trips to Swiss Alps every January.
And while youâre no stranger to pearls, charity events in your parentsâ mansion in Hong Kong, golf courses in Miami and fashion shows in Milan, growing up in the world of designer bags and prestigious titles, you feel quite stranded in the middle of the sweaty teenagers, all of them with the same social status as you, drinking expensive alcohol and swinging your hips to the EDM music playing through the speakers. It almost feels like this is the first time youâre able to enjoy yourself without anyoneâs supervision, screaming at the top of your lungs into Zhong Chenleâs face as he laughs at you on the dance floor, and truth be told, you could care less about the pictures youâre going to take for your Instagram tomorrow, showing everyone just how good youâre doing and how much fun youâre having on your lengthy cruises around the continent, because somehow, even though the bar is clothed in gold and you feel a bit like in The great Gatsby, this feels like the least pressuring part of the whole trip.
âWe should go to parties more often!â you scream into Chenleâs ear, taking a sip of your Brandy as you twirl yourself around him, the straps of your sparkly spaghetti-strap tiny top falling off your shoulders in a moment of carelessness, your thoughts somewhere completely else. You may be 19 years old and insanely wealthy, but that still doesnât mean you are experienced in the art of partyingâ quite the opposite, actually, having to always seem cultivated and presenting yourself in a way that would suggest that your family is high on prestige and recognitionâ so to finally be surrounded by people your age, dancing along to the music and jumping up as you all chant the lyrics to Barbie girl by Aqua (how ironic) feels quite ecstatic.
âLike our parents would let us,â Chenle rolls his eyes, lips almost pressed against the shell of your ear as he makes sure to get close enough for you to hear him.
Sighing at his argumentâ knowing heâs absolutely right, but also hating the fact that he had to ruin your mood by stating it out loudâ you shake your head as you down the last bits of your drink, putting the heavy glass onto the tray of a waiter thatâs passing by to gather the rest of the empty ones scattered across the shiny tables in the corner of the room. Your brain is starting to get a little fuzzy and you canât help the giggling escaping out of your throat whenever your eyes meet Chenleâs, the flush on the boyâs cheeks hinting at the fact that heâs not any better at handling his alcohol than you, having just as much experience in heavy drinking and partying as you do.Â
Youâre only 19 years old and you donât know a lot about the world. After all, you were brought up in a family that always did everything for youâ you never had to move a single finger. You never even had to clean your room, because your parents had people that would come by every morning while you were in school, just so you could arrive home to a tidy place when you were done with your lectures. You went to a private school, so you were always surrounded by people with a status similar to yours. You spoke about your tutoring classes that cost more than groceries for a middle-class family a week, you talked about your trips abroad, and if you had time, you even went shopping with your classmates after school before your driver picked you up and drove you back into the suburbs; your neighborhood guarded by a gate, the asphalt behind it so much smoother than it is in the rest of the town.
You never got to experience partying like thisâ only gaping with an open mouth when you saw those scenes in the movies you watched on Netflix in your own private movie room. And if youâre being totally honest, you never imagined enjoying such a thing. You never had the experience, so you didnât really yearn for it, but now that youâre here, surrounded by loud music, experiencing the weird emotional feeling that comes with being in a crowd screaming in joy at the same time first-hand on your own skin, you donât think youâll be able to go back to how you were before.
This is not how rich kids party. At least not when their parents are around.
âYouâre gonna be hungover tomorrow morning,â Chenle mutters into your ear when your eyes light up at the sight of more alcohol, contemplating on getting another drink, just because.Â
âAnd youâre not?â you tease him, pointing to his glossy eyes and lazy walk, his legs tangling with each other every few seconds from the haze heâs been put in just by having a few drinks. The sight is quite funnyâ the ever-so composed millionaire son is now a troubled mess in your eyes; one wrong step and he could ruin the image his family has spent years to build up, but it doesnât seem like either of you care, tripping over your feet and lounging at each other in the middle of the dance floor.Â
Feeling like youâre playing a dangerous game, hanging off his neck and swaying your hips to the rhythmic beat, you gape into his blown-out eyes and desperately try to get your brain straight. The more you drank and the more you spent time in Chenleâs close proximity, the less you were able to control your emotions and the weird thoughts in your brain that have been slowly eating up all your notions for quite some time now. Gaping at his plump lips and feeling his palms burning at your hips, his fingers ever-so-slightly hovering above the curve of your ass, youâre finding it hard to concentrate on the music or on the words spilling off his tongue, his voice never shutting up even in the loud bar. You always told him he talks too much, but he doesnât seem to mindâ he seems to actually take much pride in his annoying tendencies, talking your ear off on multiple occasions even when you tell him he should probably stay quiet for at least a minute, so your brain could recharge.
Truth be told, you listen to him most of the time anyway. He always talks and you always listen, rolling your eyes at the snarky parts and giggling at the jokes; so the fact that you suddenly canât focus and just desperately want him to shut the fuck up must be the effect of all the alcohol youâve been drinking tonight.Â
And your next step might as well be the main consequence of the coconut Brandy as wellâ because even though youâve been dreaming of his plump lips on yours for quite some time now, youâve never actually dared to act up on the desire. But your intention to make him go quiet seems to be working when the train of words stammering out of his mouth is cut off, a surprised noise trailing out of his throat when you kiss him on the dance floor; and to your surprise, he doesnât seem to mind your weird sign of protest to his endless talkingâ quite the opposite, really, as he lets you take the lead and taste the mix of alcohol in the Long Island cocktails heâs been drinking the whole night off his tongue, your hands mindlessly trailing up to thread themselves into his hair.Â
This is not your first time kissing a boyâ you once pecked Song Eunseok on the lips when the two of you sneaked out of class one day in 9th gradeâ but you never once kissed anyone with such passion and desire before. Youâre not sure where you got all the courage from and youâre also not sure where you learned all of thisâ but it must be working, with how heavily Chenleâs breathing when you finally let go of his lips and he rests his forehead against yours. In no time, heâs chasing you down again, drunk not only on the alcohol now as he tilts his head to get closer, one hand resting on the side of your neck, just a few inches below your jaw, keeping you in place.Â
âYou should learn how to shut up,â you mumble against his lips, breathing heavy as you break away from him again and open your eyes to meet your gaze with his. The music is still loud in your ears, but you swear you hear a static noise somewhere in your brain, a tingle in your fingertips making you feel like youâre about to have an out-of-body experience. Your drunken brain is not allowing you to ponder about your actions that much, not letting you think and contemplate the fact that you just made out with your childhood best friend on one of the most expensive cruise ships, drinking alcohol you werenât supposed to spend so much money on, and maybe thatâs a good thingâ because thereâs nothing stopping you in having the time of your life, no overthinking making you doubt your next steps and no feeling of shame or regret making the whole experience bitter as you dance pressed against your companion, letting him press short, yet daring kisses to your lips as time passes.
âI think Iâm good,â he snickers, when the music suddenly cuts out, an announcer telling you that the bar closes at 2 AM and that this song is the last for the night.
Sighing in disappointmentâ because who even knows when the next time youâll have this opportunity will comeâ you let Chenle lead you out of the bar, his hand glued around your exposed waist. Your walk is a little loop-sided and you two almost smash into the glass door (doesnât matter that itâs automatic and it quite literally opened in front of your figures). Soon enough, youâre met with the golden interior of the cruise walls again, the design a little vintage, yet still luxurious, reminding you of the movie Titanic. Tripping over the doorsteps, hands getting caught on the red, velvety curtains hung around, you giggle at every word that comes out of Chenleâs mouth, bodies slowly, but surely getting closer and closer to your suite bedrooms. Youâre quite sure your parents could hear you talking outside in the hall, but you choose to not ponder on what they would think of you if they saw you in this state too much, instead making yourself believe that theyâre long asleep and wonât be woken up by your voices resonating through the quiet space.Â
âSo I guess this is where we say goodnight?â you mumble, hanging off Chenleâs neck. His breath smells of the vodka-tequila mix when he hovers over you, bodies off-balance pressed against the cold wall just outside of your bedroom. Flashing you a grin, face looking close to a cheshire cat, he nudges your nose with his, a quiet hum landing to your ear, not heard by anyone.
âOr we could stay up a little longer.â
Squirming under his touch, his lips softly, yet still a little uncoordinatedly landing on yours, you waste no time in unlocking the door to your roomâ even though you have a bit of trouble with finding the key in your small purse, even surprised you havenât lost the bag somewhere in the middle of the nightâ letting your childhood friend in to your space at the suggestion, your clothed bodies falling to the soft cushions of the water bed.Â
Youâre only 19 and donât know much about the world when you messily undress yourself under your friendâs eyes, blinded by the glints in his deep chocolate orbs when he looks at you from above and attacks your neck with kisses. And you usually donât regret much, considering yourself a responsible individual, always rethinking everything and making sure itâs the right choice, but when you look back at this day now, you donât really know if sleeping with Zhong Chenle on a cruise around Southeast Asia was the brightest idea of yours, considering the mental turmoil itâs gonna cause you on the way.
Well, at least you can say you lost your virginity somewhere in the middle of the Bali sea, and at least thatâs something to boost your ego with, am I rightâŚ?Â
July 12, 2007 â Tokyo DisneySea, 2:21 PM
If anyone asked you for your favorite childhood memory, you wouldnât have a hard time picking one. Sure, one would think you have too many pleasant memories to choose from, so realistically, you should take more time to pick and weigh the value of each one, contemplating if the trip to Rome was a happier memory than the summer you spent in Los Angeles when you were 10, but you are 100%, completely in tune with the fact that if anyone ever asked you this very question, the words falling off their tongue with interest and enthusiasm, no judgment and no hidden intentions behind their question, youâd have an answer ready with a smile on your face.
You donât hold much emotion to your past memories. Youâve been on more vacations than you can both count and remember growing up, and so even though you do think the pictures you took in Italy came out good and your skin glistens prettily in the warm sun, even though you do think you experienced a lot of fun while going to the Target for the first time with your nannyâ the woman your mum hired just because your parents were too busy with their business meetings the whole time you walked the streets of Los Angeles with the new woman you were supposed to trust with your life at the ripe age of 10â you wouldnât say any of those memories are as close to your heart as the trip you took to Japan with the Zhong family when you were 6, the summer before attending first grade.
This was the year you and Chenle watched the Pirates of the Caribbean together for the first time, and even though it wasnât in the initial plan, you two spent hours and hours and hours of the flight persuading your parents to take you to Tokyo Disneyland, because you heard from his cousin Yizhuo that you could meet Jack Sparrow if you went. While your plan didnât exactly work and the two of you didnât get to go to the large theme parkâ because your parents were busy, mostly traveling because of business and so they didnât have the time to arrange it, the amount of sulking you two did when you arrived to the rented house in the expensive part of Tokyo to the teenager that was supposed to watch you two for the time being was enough for him to take you two on a short train ride to the twin of the famous theme parkâ the Tokyo DisneySea.Â
The 15-minute train ride you three took to the theme park was your first, and also last time you ever rode such a mean of transport. All you were used to were expensive sports cars and limousinesâ you never imagined that people took such transport even every single day, at times. You and Chenle were so immersed in the journey that it was hard for your babysitter to get you out of the train, your small, excited bodies almost tripping over your own little feet as the raven-haired boy dragged you through the streets of Maihama station.Â
You could see the towers of the park and you could smell the salt from the sea even from a distance. The whole atmosphere felt magical, giggles often erupting out of your throat as Yutaâ the boy your parents hired to watch over you for the dayâ bought a bubble blower from one of the stands and blew out bubbles you two chased around and tried to pop before they got to the ground. There were no expensive cars in sight, no people dressed in suits and designer shoesâ well, except from the two of you, but you couldnât quite grasp the idea of how much your attire cost at that age yetâ and you felt truly, insanely happy. The adults that always watched you when your parents went to business meetings were stern and serious, never letting you have much fun, but today was different, and you find yourself wondering why your parents even let you be babysat by a reckless teenager in the first place. He was 16 at the timeâ 10 years older than the both of youâ and when you look back at the day now, you think it was the time pressure that brought your parents into hiring him. You bet they paid him a lot of money, hell, you bet they even lended him a credit card he could use to entertain you two for the whole afternoon, and even though you found him using it a few times, you didnât think he spent just as much as all your previous babysitters did.Â
Not that you knew the value of money back then, after all. Maybe the fact that you couldnât tell how much money everything was worth back then is what truly made the whole day so carefree and happy for you.
You were children of wealthy Chinese business owners. You always had everything they saw in your eyesâ you didnât even have to say it out loud and it was held up to you on a silver platter. This day, though, you didnât even have to use that much moneyâ if you truly compare it to other vacations your families have been toâ and you canât help but think itâs ironic how despite this fact, this day is still your favorite childhood memory.Â
The Tokyo DisneySea was catered to a more mature audienceâ even serving alcohol in the premises, a thing no other Disneyland doesâ but even though you were just 6 and couldnât drink and there was no Jack Sparrow waiting for you in the streets of the theme park, you and Chenle had a blast. Maybe it was a good decision on Yutaâs part to take you to the DisneySea instead; it catered to your Pirates of the Caribbean needs perfectly despite it not being the initial theme. The ships and wooden coasts and harbors were enough for your imagination to create stories about pirates in your head, the three of you attending various rides and screaming at the top of your lungs together over the course of the afternoon.
âWanna go to the Tower of Terror?â Yuta asked you, his toothy grin on full display as he dragged you two to the scary ride when you finally got to the American Waterfront.Â
The teenager was wearing a black muscle top with Lâarc en ciel written on itâ you found out only a few years later that it was a japanese rock bandâ and with his long, black hair falling to his forehead, he looked just like the person that would enjoy scary rides and horror movies. You, howeverâ you werenât prepared to get scared by green ghosts and eerie music. Not at 6 years old anyways, although you doubt youâd do better on this day.
If thereâs one thing you need to know about Zhong Chenle, itâs the fact that heâs a lover of horror. And Korean dramas. But mostly horrorâ a few years later, when you were both the age Nakamoto Yuta was when he brought you to the Tokyo DisneySea, your friend came to a Halloween party dressed like the clown from IT and managed to jump-scare you every moment he physically got. There was no surprise in the small boy liking the idea of attending the scary ride, and no matter how hard you tried and protested, there was no use in you saying no. Because the two of them wanted to go, and you, quoting Yuta, âcouldnât just stay alone outsideâ, so you were pretty much forced into the darkness of the Tower of Terror, your small body pressed against Chenle and Yutaâsâ you refused to sit anywhere but sandwiched between the two in the middle of the cartâ shutting your eyes close when the scary music started playing and you could feel the anxiety forming in the pit of your stomach.
You trembled the whole time, panic resting in your beating heart, and somewhere along the way, you found yourself clinging to Chenleâs small hand, squishing it so hard he screamed at you in the dim lightning of the ride. You didnât let go, thoughâ thatâs what he gets for dragging you alongâ fracturing his bones wasnât in your concerns, if it made you feel more secure and safe.
The fond memory of the day ends with the moment the scary ride is over and you finally get out of the darknessâ with Yuta having to carry your out of terror half-paralyzed body from the cart. To this day, you still donât have a clear outlook on why this day is your favorite childhood memory, but you think it might be the mix of Chenleâs excited laughter as he scared you every two seconds after the ride, the apologetic hug he enveloped you in after you almost burst to tears the third time, the taste of the sausage Yuta bought you two for dinner, the taxi ride to the rented house you had to take in a rush before your parents got back from their business meeting, and the melodic voice of your best friend when he sang you the opening theme to the Pirates of the Caribbean before you two fell asleep on the same bed in your hotel room.
Either way, despite the terror, you donât think youâve ever had this much fun ever again.Â
When you peed the bed that night, your parents decided to never hire a teenager to look after the two of you again. From that moment alone, there was less horror, but also less fun.
May 5, 2019 â tennis courts in Jinqiao, Shanghai, 4:17 PM
One would think that growing up with Zhong Chenle would put him into a position of your almost-brother. And while you did agree with the statement on most daysâ like when he laughed so hard that snot came out of his nose and almost fell into your lunch plate when you were 15, or when he shot you with his paintball gun so hard you had a bruise on your knee for three weeks when you were 17â you think youâre starting to slowly outgrow this phase.Â
Zhong Chenle is no longer a brotherly figure to you when you two pick up tennis at the ripe age of 18.Â
It wasnât either of your ideas, of course. Tennis is not a sport a teenager just suddenly picks up one day because theyâre interestedâ at least not when youâre incredibly wealthy and can pretty much afford any other hobby in the entire world. No, it was the idea of Chenleâs motherâ because, quoting, âthe kids barely go out these days, they might as well pick up a sport!â â and with the copycat tendencies of your dear mum, you were dragged along into it as well. And so now, during the finals season, on top of that, you two have to go play tennis on one of the private tennis courts your families rent for three hours a day every Friday afternoon instead of studying or focusing on getting your stress out of your body doing other, much more enjoyable things.
âYou know, you look a little too excited for someone who hates playing tennis,â Renjunâ the neighborhood kid (your parents being business partners for quite some time now made you and the short boy become friends somewhere along the way)â states, snickering as he lays on one of the benches on the side, his own tennis racket thrown carelessly on the ground as he watches the two of you running around the court, playing.
âI only do it because Iâm bored,â Chenle mutters under his nose, sending the little yellow ball over the net with much force, making you run to the other side of the court.Â
âAnd I only do it because I need to prove to him that heâs not the best at everything he tries,â you add, sending the ball back to your friend.Â
âJust say you want to impress him and go,â Yizhuoâ Chenleâs cousin from his motherâs sideâ teases you from the bench, sitting next to Renjun. Her remark doesnât go unnoticed by you as you send the yellow ball her way after her cousin passes it towards your side of the court again, aiming precisely for her forehead but missing, earning yourself a terrified yelp out of the girl when she scootches closer to the boy next to her.
âThatâs totally not whatâs going on, but sure,â you roll your eyes at her when she throws the ball back, but you donât feel interested in continuing the game anymore. Tiredly walking closer to the two sitting at the little shaded bench, wiping the sweat off your forehead, you try hard to not think of the snarky remark that was sent your way.Â
Is it really that obvious? Because sure, youâve always found Zhong Chenle to be your brother figure over the years of growing upâ but thereâs something about the humid air of the tennis court and his competitiveness that have you eyeing him when he takes a sip from his water bottle or when he adjusts the hairband sitting on his damp forehead. He wears shorts that reveal his calves very nicely, and when you play 2 on 2, you find yourself focusing less and less on the gameâ earning yourself a frustrated yell from Ning Yizhuo herself as she plays along your sideâ and more and more on the Gucci tennis shoes adorning his feet as you scan the boy up and down, his figure growing taller and taller each passing day captivating you in a sense youâve never quite experienced before.
âI canât believe my mum dragged you all into this shit,â Chenle giggles when he sits next to Renjun on the bench, following you to the shade. Thereâs only 20 minutes left in the time your parents rented the court for and you figure that you can spend that time recharging your energy instead of playing the boring game.Â
âNot me,â Yizhuo says, âshe made my mother feel bad about not signing me up for any sports. You know, your mumâs pretty persuasive, especially when it comes to looking good in front of everyone. If it wasnât for my mum, I wouldnât be doing this shit,â she complains, shrugging as she adjusts her ponytail thatâs always sitting neatly on the crown of her head.
âI love the fact that Renjun here is the least athletic out of all of us, but he is the only one here willingly,â you snicker, earning yourself a chant of amused laughs at the spoken truth. Now, nobody forced Huang Renjun to come play tennis with you every Fridayâ but the fact that he doesnât have many friends in the neighborhood was what made him come along, too bored on his own and with nothing to put his attention to. He doesnât like playing much, but everythingâs better than sitting alone at home, am I right?
The three of you gossip about everything and nothingâ the new family in the neighborhood, especially, because Renjun saw their son last Sunday and found his outfit absolutely atrocious (âYouâd think people with money would at least know how to dress well, but no. Thatâs not the case with that Wen Junhui guy.â). The time passes by quickly, and when the timer on Chenleâs phone goes off, signaling that the three mandatory hours at the tennis court are finally over, you all stand up and walk over to the gate, shoes dragging along the sandy surface of the ground with much tiredness. At least youâre getting some cardio inâŚ
âIs your driver coming to pick you up?â Chenle asks as you pay goodbye to your friends, both of them getting into expensive cars waiting for them at the parking lot. Turning to him, you hum in agreement, suddenly shy under his gaze. Itâs not even summer yet, but the May sun is already harsh on the skin, getting redness to spread along his cheeks, only further sculpting his handsome bone structure youâve grown so familiar with over the years.Â
âWhat about you?âÂ
âTold my mum Iâll walk home instead. Itâs not like itâs only a 20 minute walk anyway,â he mutters, rolling his eyes at the irony of you having to drive home despite living only a few meters away from him, in the same wealthy neighborhood. You grew up together, in the same mowed lawns, in the same green labyrinths of your familiesâ villas, in the same high ceilings and golden accents on the interior of your houses. After watching him from the corner of your eye, you start to wonder about what changed between the two of you that made you so weak to him now, that youâre both 18. Did he change? Was it the fact that you were now both adults? You donât think thatâs the caseâ because even though you were 18, there were no more responsibilities waiting for you than they were the years before.Â
âMy driver can take you,â you say, kicking the rocks below your feet, âwell, unless you want to walk home alone instead,â you add, noting his previous sentence.
You see him take a sip out of his water bottle, shrugging at your suggestion. Chenleâs not a fan of inefficiency, no matter the fact that you can afford anything you could ever want. Itâs a quality of him you find quite strange some days, but you donât ponder on it too much.Â
Youâve known each other since you were in diapers. And after replaying all the memories you have with the boy in your head, you think that your 18 year old self isnât so stupid for falling for him. Seeâ youâve got to know a lot of men over the course of your life. Many tried to get with you barely before you even grew into an adult, seeing the vision of money and the social status you could give them. Some, on the other hand, never gave you back the attention you were giving them. All relationships you had in your life were blinded by the imaginary price tag you always carried around with yourself, and so everything always stayed surface-level and plain. No wonder you fell for Chenleâ no matter how long it took you to get to this part of your friendshipâ heâs the only one that ever showed you his true self, heâs the only one that ever trusted you enough to go deeper in conversations with you and treated you like a real human being. You know him well and he knows you well; heâs like a book you always find yourself rereading, excited to find that your favorite characters always stayed the same. At the end of the day, you think you were always meant to fall for Chenle.
Standing under the blazing sun, you wait for your driver to get to the tennis courts. You wait for 10 minutes, then 15â and when you get a little too overheated, Chenle offers you his water bottle and mumbles something about being on time. When the time passes 45 minutes after your driverâs supposed arrival, your friend turns to you with a glint in his eye, a grin sitting on his annoyingly handsome face.
âWanna walk home with me instead?â
And the truth is, you donât find yourself disagreeing. And you also donât find yourself hating the walk up the hills of the neighborhoodâ no matter how tiring it was to your already exhausted limbsâ and you donât find yourself complaining about the lack of AC or the vehicle driving your ass home to your, admittedly, too big of a house. Chenle entertains you with his talksâ because he always talks too much for his own goodâ and when you stop paying attention to him and lose track of where youâre going, he drags you back to the sidewalk by your hand and your fingers stay interlocked when he teases you about the fact that you almost got ran over by a white Cadillac.Â
âListen, thereâs this song I think youâll like,â he hums when youâre 5 minutes away from your house, pulling out his phone out of his back pocket and opening up the Spotify app. He plays you a song by Ariana Grande, singing along to the lyrics of the chorus. His voice goes thin when he tries to mimic the singerâs voice, dragging along the english sentences of âit feels so good to be this young and have this fun and be successful, iâm so successful!â, irony seeping from his tone. Your hands are still intertwined as he swings them back and forth and you donât even really care about the subtle implication of the lyrics heâs singingâ because itâs Chenle, and despite being just as wealthy as you, heâs no stranger to calling you a snob.Â
When youâre 18 and walking back from your weekly tennis endeavors, you canât help but feel the fluttering in your heart when your friend twirls you around in your driveway, your white tennis skirt childishly fulfilling your unsaid dreams of becoming a ballerina, before he walks to his house standing on the opposite side of the road.Â
You donât even care that your poor driver got fired by your mother right after she realized he forgot to pick you up from the tennis court as much.
October 17, 2020 â a charity evening, Shanghai, 9:11 PM
Your whole life so far has been guided in the aura of money. When you were little, you didnât realize it as muchâ your young, undeveloped brain couldnât phantom the fact that your annual trips to Italy and summer vacations at yachts and in the Paris DisneyLand werenât a normal occurrence to everyone. You couldnât understand the value of money, and you think that maybe, you never truly will. Because you were born fortunate, never having to worry about a single thing, always living in wealth and with gold around your neck.Â
The closest you are to understanding just how much money your family truly has is at the charity evenings you are forced to attend. Walking around, mostly boredâ because truly, you didnât have much of an idea just how much money youâre sending to the unfortunate parts of Africa and what the whole thing even has to do with you, when the money wasnât really yours in the first placeâ you try to at least look through the flier your family made for the event, reading through the carefully crafted sentences, feeling at least a little sorry for everyone that doesnât get to live the way you do.
âIsnât it funny how this is the only way our families can present themselves in a good light?â Chenle mumbles when he reads over your shoulder, a dry chuckle leaving his lips.
Turning around to look at your companion, you furrow your brows at his snarky comment. âWhat do you mean?â
âWell, we give to charity so people donât hate us as much,â Chenle shrugs, taking a sip from the champagne poured in a tall glass youâre pretty sure your mother spent hours and hours picking out when renting this place, just so everything could be perfect.Â
âItâs just jealousy,â you say as you walk side-by-side with the boy, the expensive fabric of his white button-down hugging his body in all the right places, leaving you light-headed when you let yourself indulge in your thoughts for too long and stare at the curves of his forearms. Itâs been a few months since you slept with your childhood friendâ and while you must admit that you regretted it a little when you woke up in the morning, with a hangover and sore limbs, you also didnât regret it as much as to turn the offer down when it was next brought to you. And the next time, and the nextâŚÂ
âYou think?â Chenle asks, and his interest in your answer seems genuine.
âYeah,â you nod, shrugging to yourself, âwe have more money than any of them ever will, so itâs only natural for people to feel jealous and talk spiteful things about us.â
Chenle hums at your answer, licking his lips before he looks you dead in the eye, the smallest glint of irony shining from behind the dark orbs, making you shrink under his gaze. âItâs not like itâs hard work anyway,â Chenle mutters, âif it wasnât all stolen money, at least the charity work wouldnât feel as fake.â
You stop in your tracks at the comment, furrowing your brows. âStolen money?â
The boy next to you snickers at your clueless eyes. Itâs no wonder you never really cared about the source of your familyâs wealthâ you were born to it, so you never had a reason to doubt it. And truth be told, you never really complained either. You donât think anyone in your place would, really. You just accepted it the way it is, and you never asked any questions. For all you know, your parents are hard working business ownersâ you bet their money is well deserved for the amount of effort they put inâ so to hear that itâs stolen money, from someone who is in a similar position as you, on top of that, you canât believe your ears.
âI mean, theyâre business owners. Letâs not act like both yours and my parents donât meddle with the taxes at least a bit, sweetheart,â he chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief, âif I were all those people outside of it, Iâd hate myself too.â
His words do little to comfort you. They do quite the opposite, really, and even though Zhong Chenle has no proof to show you of the fact that your parents might have at least a bit of dirty money on their hands, you canât say you donât trust a word that comes out of his mouth. You start to wonder if youâre that gullibleâ and who is the one lying straight to your eyes now, if itâs your friend or your parentsâ and you start to believe that youâd trust everything Chenle tells you, because thatâs just the relationship you have with him. He could do anything and youâd follow him to the end of the world. It takes years to build that bond, and so even know, although you have the urge to scream at him for talking such things about the ones that brought you to this worldâ this perfect, shiny worldâ you find yourself holding back, the bubble around you bursting in a second, although you spent 19 years of your life living in the fake glory and bejeweled experience. Opening your mouth to ask him more about the matterâ to get yourself out of the confusion youâve been put in with just a few sentences uttered out of his always too-honest mouth, you turn to the boy when a man with a camera approaches the two of you, asking to take a picture of you.
And you comply, because what else are you supposed to do? This is how youâve been raised. You smile for the pictures, you grin when you find yourself in the magazines, you nod when people recognise your name, you greet people with a polite nod, because you never know when someone wants to make business with your parents and you wouldnât want to ruin good opportunities for them, would you?
With Chenleâs arm around your waist, your body instinctively leaning into his touch, you smile for yet another picture for the portfolio. Sometimes you feel like a princessâ with everything it takes; both the royal responsibilities and the special treatment. More often than not, you find yourself enjoying the spotlight.
âNow they have proof that we were here,â Chenle mumbles into your ear, his lips gently brushing the smooth skin, âwanna get out of here? This party doesnât look as enjoyable as the last one we went to,â the boy references the time you spent together at the cruise ship, with both the screaming on the dancefloor, and also the aftermath in your room, making heat puddle in your cheeks as you swat his hand away before it gets too low on your back in front of everyone in the room.
âI have to give a speech, but⌠maybe later?â you look at him, innocently batting your eyelashes at him, when the boy shrugs and takes a step back, downing the last drops of champagne from the expensive looking glass.
âIâll be waiting back home,â Chenle says, âI bet our parents will stay until this all ends, so we have plenty of time for ourselves when you decide youâre tired of the gala.â
He disappears out of your sight the moment after, putting the empty glass onto a tray of one of the waiters carefully walking across the room, his back escaping out the front door. If you squint hard enough through the glass, you could see him getting into one of the sports cars he got from his parents for his 18th birthdayâ the vehicle driving off in the hands of his driver for the night, since he just had a glass of alcoholâ and leaving you alone in the world of faux and feathers, fulfilling the responsibilities given to you by your mother. And for the first timeâ not only because you hate giving public speechesâ you so desperately want to follow him, getting out before midnight like Cinderella, never attending another one of these evenings ever again.Â
You donât, though. Youâre an obedient daughter.
And when you call him up from the entryway a few minutes after midnight, his rough hands welcoming you to his bedroom by undressing the thousand-dollar Tiffany dress you wore to the eventâ being the aftermath of his previous words or not, you start to think how ironic it is that your attire for the evening cost more than than the monthly rent of the people you were giving to in your speech.Â
After a while, your words turn bitter.
March 23, 2020 â South Cape Owners Club, Namhae-gun, Gyeongsangnam-do, South Korea, 1:17 PM
âDid you really have to choose the most boring thing to do for your birthday?â Chenle mutters under his nose when all of your parents stride forward to get another hole in one, beads of sweat appearing on your foreheads as you stand directly under the midday sun.Â
âThis wasnât my idea, okay?â Renjun huffs, carrying his golf equipment with him, the silly-looking golf gloves tugged right off his hands when his parents are no longer in sight. âAll I wanted was to visit my grandma, but they decided we needed to do something special for my birthday, and when I couldnât tell them anything Iâd like to do, they dragged everyone to play golf.â
âI was thinking more like⌠clubbing and then crashing at your grandmaâs place overnight, but okayâŚâ Yizhuo snickers, watching as all of your parents joyfully talk between themselves, their conversation rarely leaving business matters as they play golf with as much enthusiasm as one can have while focusing on this boring sport. You donât really know who made this game and why they made itâ you can imagine seventy thousand different ways youâd love to spend your afternoon doing instead, more than a half of them supposedly more mundane than the sport itself; but you still know youâd enjoy even sitting down and getting ice cream better than having to pretend youâre interested in, what Chenle called, rich-people-only sport.Â
âMaybe I can sneak a bottle up into my room later, but Iâm not promising anything,â Renjun shrugs, sighing to himself as he takes out his phone from his back pocket and shakes his head at the sight of the time appearing on his screen. Youâve been at the golf course since 10 AM, and with how interested in the game your parents seem to be, youâre not leaving any time soon either.
Not really engaged in the conversationâ because Chenle once told you you complain too much (you truly thought he was the one doing so, but you believe pretty much everything that comes out of the manâs mouth, because heâs mostly right about things) and you think youâve done your fair share of complaining on your way to the golf course in the first placeâ you look around, trying to find a thing that could occupy your attention instead. Finding anything fun to do while playing golf may just be the hardest thing to do, but when you notice your companion Chenle missing and his figure appears striding towards your small group in a golf cart, the vehicle going full speed (even the barely 40 km/h looks like it could kill when he seems to not give a single damn about running you over), and suddenly, your mind is occupied enough.
Screeching when the golf cart barely misses your figure, you jump to the side and watch Chenle laugh from the driverâs seat. His malicious instincts barely ever leave his body and the operation of a golf cart is seemingly bringing out the worst in himâ thank god he barely drives anymoreâ and you canât help but laugh at his little stunt when the cart comes to a sharp halt and he waves you three over with a motion of his hand.
âHop on, motherfuckers, we have places to be!â he says, all of you following his footsteps and jumping into the small vehicleâ you in the passenger seat, next to Chenle, and Renjun and Yizhuo taking the two seats on the back. Once youâre all in, the engine grunts with the speed Chenleâs intending to get to in the weak thing, the atmosphere shifts into one with much more fun and adrenalineâ because you know youâre not supposed to ride the carts (not this fast anyway) and when your parents find out, youâre gonna get in a lot of trouble. No, youâre not going to get groundedâ youâre not a kid anymoreâ but the silent treatment and nagging from them about being well-raised and respectable members of society is enough to leave you scared of their anger for the rest of your lives.
âSlow down, Iâm gonna fall out!â you scream when Chenle takes a sharp turn, the golf cart almost toppling over on the green grass.Â
âI got you, donât worry,â he notes, one of his hands loosely falling to your thigh to keep you in place, your skin heating up even more from his touch now, enjoying the hold but also fearing the eyes of your friends from the backseat. Your earlier terror is quickly erased with another sharp turn the driver takesâ having much more things to worry about now, surviving being one of themâ and when he zooms past the group of middle-aged people standing a few meters ahead of you, you already know youâre in big trouble.
Now youâre gonna get scolded for abducting a golf cart. When it wasnât even your idea in the first place.
Well, thatâs something to worry about later.
Chenle drives with the cart all over the golf course, the vehicle providing you enough entertainment for the next few minutes until you get tired of the ride. Looking over at him on your side, gaping a little at the view of your childhood friend driving the cart with only one hand, the other one still securely glazing your thigh, you almost choke out with how attractive the strange sight is to your eyes. Forcing yourself to focus on the roadâ and thank god, because if you didnât hold to the side of the cart now, youâd surely fall out despite Chenleâs reassuring words and his hold on your legâ when the man cuts through a small hill in the golf course, the vehicle jumping up and falling back down making you scream in terror mixed with just a bit of excitement.
âFucking hell, at least warn us before!â Renjun screams from the back, followed by Yizhuoâs amused laughter. You can only imagine Renjunâs almost fallen out, and even though the mental image looks hilarious, you really donât need him to get hurt today, because he wouldnât shut up about it for the next 8 working days. And itâs his birthday, after allâ you wouldnât wanna ruin it by having too much fun.
And so, with a last giggle escaping the boyâs throat, Chenle brings the golf cart to a halt, the vehicle stopping far enough from your parents to not get scolded immediately for making so much ruckus at the golf cart, the four of you enjoying the silence, still recovering from the wild ride. Smiling fondly to yourself and gaping at the boy next to you again, you suddenly grow appreciative of him. If it wasnât for his wild nature, you would still be sulking somewhere on the golf course, pretending to enjoy living your snobby life alongside your parents. You bet even Renjun himself will find this moment captured in his brain as a core birthday memory, and the more you stare at Chenleâs side profile, the more you want to hold his face in your hands and thank him.
âEw,â you hear Yizhuoâs voice from behind you, bringing you out of your thoughts. Looking back to see what sheâs referring to, you watch her gaze landing on Chenleâs hand playing with the flesh on your thigh, heat suddenly rising to your cheeks in being caught in the exact position you feared a little while ago.Â
âWhatââ Chenle snaps his head back at his cousin, while you quickly shrug his palm off your skin, but itâs too late nowâ youâve been caught in the act and now you canât do anything to erase Ning Yizhuoâs memory.
âYou know, I thought you two were cousins at first. Like, from your dadâs side, I mean,â Yizhuo sighs, shaking her head in disbelief at the two of you, her comment not doing much to ease the situation either. Chenle seems to be confused at her words, his face scrunching up as he glares at the girl.
âWeâre not,â you note, clearing your throat and looking at her with a glare, mentally praying for her to drop the topic.
âYeah, thank god,â Chenle adds, and you shouldâve expected him to make the situation even worseâ itâs Zhong Chenle, after allâ but his next words shock you and leave you gasping, mentally killing him right here and in this moment, âthat would make a lot of things weird.â
âEw,â Yizhuo repeats, and suddenly, that perks up Renjunâs attentionâ the boy previously facing the other side of the golf course and not paying you three much careâ as he looks around and watches you with confusion in his features.
âWhat are you talking about?â
âThat they areââ the girl takes it upon herself to explain her findings, but sheâs quickly cut off by a sound of a middle-aged woman screaming through the place, her small figure striding towards the golf cart.
âZhong Chenle, what do you think youâre doing?!â
And with that scolding tone, the previous topic is dropped. Thank god.
June 12, 2020 â Zhong Chenleâs room, Shanghai, 11:21 PM
A hand stroking through his hair, smoothing back the bangs and revealing his forehead in the dim blue of the neon light in his room, you lay on your side next to your friend Chenle, a blanket carelessly thrown over your half-naked middles to shield you from the breeze. You hum a song under your breath as you play with his locks, the black disappearing between your fingers like sand, eyes carefully watching his tired expression.Â
If you thought hard enough, you could see the little boy you first met at your parentâs conference room when you were 3 materialize in front of your eyes. His cheeks were chubby and he was short, waddling behind you almost a head less than your size, and his voice was thin as he asked you for your name. From that moment on, you knew you were supposed to stick togetherâ and while your parents were the first relative to bring you two together, you didnât mind always being glued to each otherâs hips.Â
When you look closer at him now, itâs hard to see that boy in him. Harder than you expected, if youâre being totally honest. Donât get me wrong, you can still see in his featuresâ even though his cheekbones are more prominent now and his jaw is more chiseled, lips plumper and his figure built more firmly than when he was a little boyâ but thereâs something about his demeanor that completely changed over time. He seems less enthusiastic, and while one would think that itâs just him growing into being a more laid-back and relaxed personâ heâs not a kid anymore, after allâ you think thereâs something more to it, you just canât quite put your finger to it.Â
Seeing him close his eyes every once in a while, lids falling under the weight of his tiredness and the comfort your gentle strokes through his scalp give him, you feel your heart clench with all the care youâre currently putting into the boy, and all that youâve been putting into him throughout your growing up. After so many yearsâ after getting so close and intimate with himâ you donât think youâd be able to let the boy go, and just the sheer image of ever losing him or leaving him behind leaves you trembling with anxiety.Â
And so, despite being afraid of ruining the calm atmosphere that comes after making love to him, you speak up with a weak voice, contrasting to what youâre logically supposed to feel after getting to know the news this morningâ just because you have to know.Â
âLele?â you mumble, hearing him let out a hum, his voice sounding as if heâs half-asleep, but you know heâs listening to you. âWhat are your plans⌠after you graduate?â you ask. The day of graduation is coming faster and faster towards you, the years youâve spent at high school finally fulfilled after all the effort you put in on your finals.
âDunno,â he replies, eyes barely opened as his arm thatâs been previously laid on the mattress in between your two bodies moves to your hip, fingers drumming over the soft skin, âwhy?â
âJust wonderingâŚâ you speak, voice barely louder than a whisper. The boy stays silentâ his eyes once again closing on themselves as you continue to play with his hair. One would think heâs fallen asleep, not awake enough to have this conversation, and you would even believe the fact and let the conversation go, thinking youâd find another time to dwell on this topic, but then, as a surprise, his voice startles you from your deep thoughts when he curiously inquires you, the hand on your hip steadying.
âWhat about you?â
Taking a deep breath in and out, a smile battling to take over your lips, you lick your lips in the heartbeat that comes before your answer. Swallowing your nervesâ because even though you shouldâve told him the moment you got the news this morning, youâre somehow stressed out about the action of doing soâ you open your mouth and finally break the rules to him.Â
âI⌠I got to Yale,â you say, on your toes. The joy and relief you felt this morning when you saw the email appear on your phone screen is daring to creep into the way you speak to Chenle right now, but youâre keeping it in. Not letting yourself scream and shout the accomplishment from the rooftops, you look at the boy, not a change appearing on his face at hearing your announcement. âI got into their business program,â you add anxiously, waiting for him to say somethingâ anythingâ to your news.
As your friend, heâs supposed to be happy for you, isnât he? Heâs supposed to hug you now and squeeze you and tell you how youâve done a good job and that heâs proud of you and that heâs cheering you on in your dream. None of it comes, though, as he only hums and nods at your sentences, not even bothering to open his eyes to look at you when you oh so excitedly talk to him about your life goals.Â
Something inside of you breaks just the tiniest bit, your mood falling as you anxiously chew on the inside of your cheek.
âAre you not gonna say anything?â you demand, halting your movements through his raven locks, averting your touch and looking at him curiously.
You watch him as he finally opens his eyes and looks at you with an empty look, licking his lips before humming again and asking you in a tone of voice that barely meets interest or excitement. âSo youâre gonna be a businesswomen like your mum when you get your degree?â he asks, nodding to himself.
âYeah,â you answer, clearing your throat. Youâre a little confused at his weird stance towards the topic, but you battle out a tight-lipped smile. âIâm hoping for it.â
He hums again, the noise seemingly enough for him to consider it a valid conversation holder, a deadpan: âGood,â leaving his lips after a second, making you furrow your brows in confusion and utter disappointment. This is not the way you imagined the conversation to goâ this is not how you wanted it to go at all.
Heaving out a sigh, you tug your arm to yourself, contemplating on speaking upâ knowing youâre just gonna make everything worse if you doâ but doing so anyway. âThatâs all youâre gonna say?â
âI mean, what else is there to say?âÂ
Looking at him in disbelief, your face scrunching up in various different emotions, all mixing into oneâ disappointment being the dominant feel, you think, you scoff at him. This is not Zhong Chenle as you know him, and sure, he hasnât been the most overly-excited, cheerful individual these past few months, but you still think you deserve at least a bit of praise for the achievement of getting into one of the hardest universities to get to in the world, no?
âI donât know, you could⌠congratulate me, I guessâŚ? Tell me I did a good job, I dunno⌠would be nice,â you mutter, snickering once more to prove your irritation with the man.
âOh,â he says, looking genuinely surprised, taken-aback, even, âwell, congrats on the legacy admission, I guess,â he says, nonchalant, as if his words arenât a dagger to your heart each second that passes, your blood pressure rising as the reality downs on you that heâs being serious and that this is not a sick joke.
âThe legacy admission?â you repeat, eyes big and shocked, your whole body moving an inch away from him on the bed without you realizing.
âYeah,â he shrugs, not a bit caring about breaking you from the inside, the humiliation slowly creeping from the tips of your fingertips to the depths of your soul.
âSo youâre saying I went through the whole admission process and put in so much effort only for you to say that I got in because of stupid legacy?â you chirp, gazing at him with sharp eyes, blood boiling from the impact of his words. âWhat legacy are you even talking about?â
âDonât act like youâre not a nepo baby,â he snickers, rolling his eyes.
Gasping at his words, baffled at the unexpected reaction, you stand up on the bed and stare at him with sharp eyes. At a loss for words, you stutter a little when you speak up again and utter out the next words, hoping to hit him where it hurts. âLike youâre not?â
âNever said Iâm not,â he shrugs, âdonât have a problem with admitting I am.â
âSo youâre saying I only got to university because of my parents,â you get out, glossy eyes scanning his peaceful figure, âso youâre saying Iâm not smart enough to get into Yale?âÂ
âThatâs not what I saidââ
âBut you implied.â
âYou only hear what you want to hear,â Chenle sighs, as if he was tired of your antics, which only makes you more furious at the whole interaction.
âNo, Chenleââ you stutter, his name rolling off your tongue as if it was meant to stop him with hurting you even more for discrediting your efforts, yet, you canât find any more words to say to him as you stare at this limb body laying on the soft mattress of his king sized bed, shaking your head in disbelief.
Standing up from the bed and scattering around the room for your clothes, ignoring the way putting them on in front of him makes you feel like youâve been stripped away from all your dignity, you hurriedly come to the door of his bedroom, almost forgetting your phone that you gather on your way out from the messy desk in the right corner of the room.Â
âWhere are you going?â he asks monotonously, watching you move through the place.
âHome,â you bark out, running your hand through your hair as you walk back to the door, ignoring the hot tears pricking your eyes at the feeling of your whole entire world collapsing in on you when he mourns from the bed.
âDonât be mad, itâs not like I said anything badâŚâ
âGoodnight,â you snap, not bothering to look back at him as you escape his house in the middle of the night, running through the street to your house much earlier than you anticipated, wiping at your cheeks with angry palms.Â
This is the first time he disappointed you, and you canât tell if that felt worse, or if it was the excitement slowly and painfully stripping off your bones, making you feel like youâre running around without your flesh, completely see-through for everyone around.
June 27, 2020 â IFC Mall, Shanghai, 4:33 PM
âDo you think this makes my ass look extra hot?â Yizhuo asks, gaze shifting from you to Chenle to Renjun, the four of you currently in one of the designer shops at the mall. Leaning on the wall, arms crossed on your chest and chewing on the inside of your cheek, you shrug, not a word escaping your mouth.
âIâm your cousin, Iâm not looking at your ass like that,â Chenle mutters under his nose, sighing as he takes a seat on one of the expensive looking sofas situated in the changing room, resting his head against the neck rest and closing his eyes in what seems to be tiredness or annoyanceâ either of, or both mixed in, equal parts.
âOh come on, I need to know!â
âIt does look super hot, Yizhuo, now can youââ
âSo you are staring at my butt!â Yizhuo excitedly yelps, pointing a sharp finger towards Renjun, a bright grin settling onto her lips when the accused boy stutters, cheeks reddening at her comment.
âYou literally asked us to, for fuckâs sake!â
âYou couldâve refused, just like Chenle did,â she shrugs, smiling to herself in victory. If anyone was listening to your conversation right now, they would surely have a lot of questions you wouldnât be able to respond to. Hell, even youâre confused half of the time you hang out with Ning Yizhuoâ what the hell is going on in her head?
âHeâs your family, of course he refused,â Renjun mutters, shaking his head as he drags a hand through his hair in despair.
âWhatever you say, Renjunie,â she chirps, closing the curtain behind her and changing back into the pants she wore when she got to the store in one swift motion, leaving the boy puzzled with her next words as she walks up to the counter, âIâm only buying those because you think I look super hot in them, just so you know.â
Paying for her things and escaping the store, the rest of you tagging along, you notice the boy aimlessly trying to forget about the whole situation, and his prayers were listened to, after all, since Yizhuo seems to drop the topic after teasing him so much, turning to you instead. Walking alongside with you, leaving the two boys a few steps ahead, she nudges you with her elbow, raising up her brow in question.
âWhatâs up with you? You havenât even tried anything on,â she notes, âand we both know youâve been eyeing that new LV collection, so there must be something bothering you.â
Sighing, hating that the girl knows you so wellâ that, or youâre being awfully obviousâ you roll your eyes in annoyance and try to shrug the topic off. âItâs nothing, Iâm fine.â
âWell, thatâs obviously a lie. Is it something with Chenle? You two are usually all over each other, soââ
âItâs not about Chenle,â you snap, cutting the poor girl off, âso drop it.â
âDid he say something stupid? I know my cousin, come on. I can slap some sense into him, sweetheart, just let me knowââ
âPlease let it be,â you insist, tone of voice almost a little too sharp for your own liking, but it seemingly does its job as your friend only shrugs and takes a sip out of the coffee you all bought when getting to the mall, catching up to the men a few steps in front of you, talking about basketball.
âWell, if you need to talk to anyone about it, you know where to find me,â she says, and joins the discourse with her cousin and the boy sheâs been teasing for whatever reason for the last few weeks instead, leaving you to trail behind them like a lost puppy, deep in your thoughts.
Itâs been a few weeks since you last talked to Chenle. He tried reaching out to you a few times, sending you texts to ask what youâre doing that day to see if you wanna hang out. It seemed that at first, he didnât really understand that he upset you. After you continued to ignore him even on graduation day, only greeting him and sparing him a few words, he seemed to get the memo as he let you deal with your emotions by yourself instead. You were never given an apologyâ and truthfully, knowing Chenle, you didnât even expect to get one in the first place. But still, itâs been bugging you and you couldnât get his words out of your brain, because you know you canât do anything about themâ if this is the image he has of you, the opinion he created, you donât think you can talk it out with him in the first place.
âEverything okay back there?â Chenle asks, looking behind at you. His eyes are big and honest, and you find yourself nodding to his caring question. Sparing him a word seems like too much effort right now, and so when he offers you a tight-lipped smile, you donât have enough energy to reciprocate it.
âPrincess Yizhuo here has sore feet, so we are calling it a day. You wanted anything from the mall? I can stay behind with you and go get it,â he continues, his words jabbing into you only reminding you more of the days you spent ignoring him. Realistically, he should be mad at you for itâ maybe you even wanted that to happen so he would ignore you instead, giving you the silent treatment, but this is your childhood friend Zhong Chenle weâre talking about. He talks too much in situations where he should shut up instead, and thatâs exactly whatâs happening in this very moment as well.
âIâm good,â you note, shrugging as you throw the empty coffee cup into one of the bins on your way, your small group now escaping the mall and getting to the parking lot.
Walking towards Chenleâs Zenvo TS1 parked in the corner of the parking lot, you hear the chatter of the group resonating in your ears, not really engaging in the conversation yourself, but choosing to listen to feel included anyway. Itâs not their fault that youâre not in the mood, and frankly, youâre glad they even invited you to the outing in the first place. Everythingâs better than being left out in your books, even if it means forcing yourself into social interaction.Â
âMy driver should be here any minute,â Yizhuo smiles, waving at Renjun currently getting into his Porsche Cayenne that he got after you all arrived from his birthday trip to Korea. Watching the boy drive offâ while listening to Chenle bitching about his driving (he does have a point though, the poor boy almost crashed into a pole on his way out) â you feel a nudge to your elbow, making you turn to your friend.
âWanna get back with me, neighbor?â he asks, eyebrows raised in question.Â
In any other circumstance, you wouldnât miss a heartbeat before answering. But now, you ponder on the question for a bitâ you got to the mall with Yizhuo, having hanged out with her at her place beforeâ but now that sheâs getting a drive home, there was no use in you tagging along with her, since you live quite far from her house. Getting a drive home from Chenle is the most logical solution, after all, and thatâs why you find yourself nodding.
Jumping to the passengerâs seat, waving at Yizhuo still waiting for her driver to get thereâ it should take only about 5 more minutes, with the speed her driver can get to when calledâ you silently gaze out of the window on your way back, not sparing the boy next to you a glance. He seems to not mind, carefully taking turns and waiting at the stop signs and red lights on his way to your neighborhood, humming along under his breath to the songs on the radio instead to fill the silence. You spend the ride chewing on your cheek, nerves eating you up from inside just at the sheer fact of being in his close proximity again, yet still being so painfully hurt at the feelings he expressed the last time you hung out one-on-one.
His car smoothly gets to the parts of the town that feel more richâ houses growing bigger in size, the gates taller in the sky and the lawns mowed more carefully, with more fancy bushes in the yards and pure-blood dogs running around in front of the gates. After a few minutes, your neighborhood appears in front of your eyes, his car driving past your house and into the Zhong property instead, making you furrow your brows in confusion and annoyance.
âYou couldâve just stopped in front of my house so I could get out, you know,â you hum, sighing when he turns the engine off.Â
âI was thinking we could hang out over at ours for a sec,â he shrugs, turning his face to you with a hopeful glint in his eye, which you dismiss with an annoyed huff and a roll of your eyes, reaching towards the door handle to get out and walk over to your house instead.Â
âCome on, Y/N,â he calls for you, âare you still mad?â
âNo,â you snicker, shrugging as you move towards the front gates, his figure quickly catching up to you as he grabs your wrist, halting you in your movements.
âIâm sorry. Let me make it out to you?â he mumbles, looking at you with eyes big and deep like honey, and suddenly, youâre a putty under his touchâ just like always, you cave inâ as you sigh, following him inside. You donât miss the victorious pep in his step as he leads you inside, his hand still in contact with your arm, only letting go when you get to his room and he leads you to sit on his bed.
âWanna play something?â he asks, thrusting a PS5 controller into your hands, not really leaving you much room for disapproval. Grunting and rolling your eyes at him, you watch as he opens up It takes two, your characters running around the split screen trying to figure out the way around.
The silence between the two of you is cruciating, suffocating, even, as neither of you have enough courage to open up the topic again. Tugging at your bottom lip, biting off the dry skin up to the point it bleeds, you sigh and turn to the boy again, putting the controller down. âIs this your way of making it up to me?â you ask.
Cocking his head to you, he shrugs. âI mean, I had a different idea, but thatâs up for a discussionâŚâ he mutters, the suggestion of his words making you roll your eyes at him, in disbelief of the fact that he still has the audacity to tease when he knows youâre clearly upset with him.
âOkay, Iâm⌠really sorry, okay?â he says when he registers your mood, sighing to himself and running a hand through his hair. âI kinda fucked up, and I realise that. I didnât mean to imply that youâre stupid, or anythingâ come on, I always cheated off you on exams, after allâ so, I just- it came off wrong, is what Iâm tryna say,â he concludes, looking at you hopefully, his face seemingly in tune with the words coming out of his mouth.
Humming, you shrug, not really knowing what to say. The apology settles a little in you, noting that at least he acknowledged that he fucked up, and so you pick up the controller again and avert your gaze from him. Seeing as his character refuses to move, you look at him from the corner of your eye, raising your brows in question.
âSo you forgive me?â he asks, licking his lips in nervesâ the action making your eyes travel down to the plump rosiness, involuntarily following his action. His glistening mouth has your gaze wandering around his body, eyes focusing on things youâve been purposefully ignoring the whole dayâ the way his forearms show off in his short-sleeved shirt, the way his hair is parted in a way that shows his forehead in the most strangely attractive ways, and also the ever-so casual demeanor of the male. Chuckling to yourself, you shrug, taunting him.
âI dunno,â you mumble, âhow can you make it up to me?â
And again, Chenle gets the hintâ heâs not stupid, after all.Â
Slowly lounging himself towards you, making you drop the controller to his sheets, you close your eyes in expectancy of his touch, already so used to the rhythm of his lips against yours. His hand holds your jaw in place, firm kisses pressed to your yearning mouth, you try to remember the way his touch feelsâ just in case you have to give it up soon againâ a selfish action of your body as you thread your fingers through his hair.Â
Lips ghosting over yours, he snickers against them as he speaks. âYou taste of blood,â he notes.
âShut up,â you mutter, taking matters into your own hands as you lock yourself to him again, pressing shaky, hurried kisses to his lips.Â
He finds a better place to attach them to, though, as he gently pushes you towards his mattress into a lying position, traveling towards your jaw and your neck. His touch never stays long enough to leave a markâ at least not in places visible for everyone to see, saving you a lot of explaining to your parents and your friendsâ but the kisses still leave you breathless and yearning for more, hands traveling down his back and humming in pleasure.
âMissed this,â he speaks against your skin, breathless, âso much.â
âMissed my body or me?â you ask, a hint of bitterness on your tongue.
âA bit of both,â he smirks, gently sucking on the skin of your collarbone, leaving you to squirm under the feathery touch. Hands traveling up under your shirt, his fingers trailing across your belly and the curve of your hip, youâre left shivering under the contrast of the heated atmosphere and his stone-cold hands, giggling when he presses an unusually sweet kiss to your cheek in between the more risky ones.
âAnd which one did you miss more?â you tease, locking eyes with him as he hovers over your body, plopped up by an arm on either side of your head.
His eyes glimmer as he stares you down, cocking his head to the side. âI miss when you didnât talk,â he says, leaning down again and taking your breath away with a kiss, a displeased grunt meeting his lips as you disapprove of his snarky comment.
In the sheer second where you two break away for air, his hands undress your top, leaving you under him just in your underwear, a position you two have found yourselves in a number of times before. Still, it leaves you shy away under his hungry eyes, only relaxing again when his raven locks tickle the underside of your jaw, lips attaching to every inch of your now exposed body, not afraid of bruising the skin you always keep covered, out of everyoneâs eyes. Sometimes, you yearn for him to plant a lovebite to your jaw, to the juncture of your shoulder and your neck, wanting to show them off to everyone and claim the boy as yoursâ you know you donât have that power, though, when Zhong Chenle will never be yours and the bruises of desire are always hidden away from everyone, like a dirty little secret; much like what you two have going on in the first place anyway.
âYou know,â he mutters against your skin, in between the kisses that have now grown lazier, âI was starting to get a little crazy when you ignored me. That was a first,â he says.
Snickering, hands once again finding their place in his locks, you shrug. âWas the first time you deserved it.â
âDoes my opinion really matter to you that much?â he asks, chuckling as he presses another kiss to your skin, to a place a few inches below your collarbone.
âWeâve been friends forever,â you say, ââcourse it does.â
âWell, then you shouldâve known that as your friend,â he huffs, lips pressed against your skin, ââm not looking down on you.â
Humming, you let him work his magic as his lazy kisses inch closer to the fabric of your bra, his other hand playing with the fabric of it, twirling the little bow in between your breasts in his fingers as he leans on one of his plopped-up hands, looking at you from the side.Â
âGuess I was just more curious about what you wanted to do after school, yâknow,â you say, the conversation flowing despite his hands all over you, âbefore you called me a nepo baby, of course.â
He chuckles at your remark, rolling his eyes at you as his finger trails up your side, your skin growing goosebumps under his touch. âDunno yet. Why do you care?â
âWanted to see how far weâre gonna be,â you say, the moment suddenly growing more intimate. The relationship you two have was never inclusiveâ you two had sex sometimes, sure, but you never once told each other this was more than that. You two were just mere fuck buddies, childhood friends that found sexual attraction in each other somewhere along the way, and while that was enough for you for a while, you found yourself growing anxious of the fact that he was never going to be fully yours. And with the growing anxietyâ the smallest remainder of your worries that overtake you in the middle of the night sometimesâ your throat closes up on itself when you choke out the next words. âWanted to see how much time we have left together.â
His hand settles on your hip, his eyes bearing into yours with a newly found heaviness in them. Furrowing his brows, he licks his lips in nerves before speaking up. âWell, Iâll always be your neighbor, so you can find me when you come back. Unless we move, yâknowâŚâ he jokes, an airy laugh coming out his lungs that doesnât meet the expected intention of easing the situation.
You chuckleâ but thereâs not a hint of lightheartedness in the gesture, quite the opposite, reallyâ as you avert your gaze from him, your head lollying to the side when you try to hide your slowly, but surely growing red eyes. âThatâs not what I meant.â
The hand on your hip squeezes the skin under it, his figure now fully hovering over you again, eyes desperately wanting to meet yours. A finger gently pressed to your chin makes you turn your head back forward, his worried gaze bearing into you, and for a moment, you two only stare into each otherâs eyes, frozen in time.Â
And again, Zhong Chenle isnât stupid.Â
But for a second, he acts like he is.Â
âWhat are you talking about?â he chuckles. âYouâre scaring me.â
And when you donât give him an answer, but instead chew on the inside of your cheekâ another place to bleed after you bite down too hard from the nerves crushing you from the insideâ he seems to finally get the hint, an airy laugh full of disbelief meeting your ears. Having figured it out, still, he speaks it into existenceâ as if he needed a confirmation; 8 words tormentingly escaping from between his swollen lips.
âYou donât have feelings for me, do you?â
Sniffling, you shut your eyes close at the question, your silence a clear answer to your childhood friend as he peels himself off you, the feeling of cold air on your exposed skin like a painful slap to reality. You stay like that for some time, mentally counting seconds, each hammer of your heart in your chest like a threat to your existence. Finally, the silence is broken by a determined, yet a little weak sentence coming out of Chenleâs mouth.
âI think you have to leave.âÂ
Numb, you follow the orders.
July 25, 2020 â Ning Yizhuoâs room, Shanghai, 6:11 PM
âSo I was right all along?â Yizhuo snickers, eating from the bowl of almonds she has settled in the free space between her lap and her crossed legs, staring at you with the hydrating sheet mask on her face. You heave out a sigh at her comment, rolling your eyes as you fall back into her soft mattress, shaking your head in disbelief.
âThatâs all you got from this conversation?âÂ
âAlmost,â she mumbles, but nudges you with her foot right after, âIâm joking. I was listening, Iâm just⌠shocked that I was actually right and that you were fucking my cousin all along.â
âYeah, well, thatâs not happening anymore, so you donât have to be disturbed,â you grunt, wondering why you actually told the girl in the first place, regretting the decision perhaps the most right now. Yes, she did bug you for the last few weeks about the reasoning behind your attitude, and the fact that you refused all the invitations to hang out with your friends in fear of seeing Chenle were starting to get a bit suspicious, so you figured you canât hide it anymore and that Yizhuo was bound to find out either way sooner or later. And still, you think you needed a bit of girl advice too.
ââm not disturbed,â she mumbles, voice suddenly considerate, âI just- the whole situation is all kinds of weird and fucked up right now.â
âTell me about it,â you chuckle, the bitter taste on your tongue never leaving despite trying to drown your sorrow down in sweets. âI fucked it up, Yizhuo.â
âNow, thatâs just not true,â she sighs, putting the bowl of almonds to her coffee table and laying next to you, reaching for your hand and swinging it around in failed acts of encouragement and affection. âItâs not your fault he freaked out and made it weird.â
âI made it weird!â you mourn, breaking away from her grasp and dragging your hands through your hair in frustration, the feelings bundling in your stomach making you feel like acid is just bound to shoot out of the crevices of your insides, throwing up from the stress and despair. âIâm moving across the world the next month and I wonât see any of you for a long time, since Jun is moving to Korea and youâre gonna work in your parentâs company as well as going to uni here, and instead of spending the last moments of summer break together, I fucked it up and made everything weird and awkward just because I had to fall in love with my childhood best friend. While weâd been fucking. Isnât that fucking great?â you huff, closing your eyes shut with the tears threatening to fall down your cheeks at your own words falling from between your lips.
âWe are spending time together right now, though,â Yizhuo tries to cheer you up, her pout heard in her tone.
âThere are millions of different ways youâd love to spend your time with me instead of moping because of your cousin,â you note, sighing, âand I donât even fucking know what heâs gonna do after summer break, and now, I wonât get to know.â
Yizhuo grows quiet next to you, suggesting the thickening atmosphere. Turning on your side to see your friend with her eyes glued to your figure, you chew on the inside of your cheek. She sighs, preparing herself for the mental tangent sheâs gonna bring you on, and reaches over to smooth down your messy hair.Â
âYou know, Chenle never really liked⌠this life,â she says, shrugging, âhe hates shopping, he hates hearing about investing, he hated traveling so much when you and your family didnât tag along⌠At every family reunion, he just hid away in his room and never got out, because he found the whole situation snobby and fake and all those adjectives Iâve never really thought about calling my own relatives. He⌠heâŚâ she licks her lips, trying to come up with the right words to say, âhe sees the world around us with different eyes, and I donât think heâs happy with it. So donât- donât be mad at him for not really⌠going anywhere with it, okay?âÂ
Furrowing your brows at her, you shake your head in confusion. This is perhaps the first time you really realized Chenleâs view on thingsâ itâs not like you havenât heard his annoyed rants about all the prestige and over-the-top lifestyle you all have, but thatâs all you thought it was. Annoyanceâ because at the end of the day, your life is comfortable. You wouldnât want it any other way. If money moves the world around, you were the one walking through every hallway, all opportunities opened up in front of your eyes; and you donât think youâd enjoy your life more if you had a bit less money. Chenle, on the other hand, seems to be quite the opposite. His joy is not determined by money, and for the first time in your life, it seems like youâre getting what heâs been talking about your whole life, the words you heard but never truly listened to. It was right in front of you the whole time, but you never saw it, and now that your eyes have been opened, you find it hard to deal with the revelation.
âBut what is he going to do?â you gurgle out, confused.Â
âI donât think he knows either,â Yizhuo shrugs, âheâs⌠figuring out things, I suppose.â
Chuckling, you shut your eyes in despair, thinking for a bit, but still failing to grasp the situation. âI donât get it. He- he could have everything, but heâs just⌠throwing everything away? He could move across the world, he could start his own company, he could buy a house or work or study, but he just wonât,â you ramble, âI donât get it.â
âThatâs what Iâve been saying,â Yizhuo shrugs, âbut he sees it a different way.â
Laying flat on your back, eyes glued to the ceiling, your friend clears her throat and awkwardly shuffles around her sheets. âAnd at the end of the day, even though youâve been friends for forever, I think youâre just in love with the version of him that youâve created in your head. The version that youâre trying, but cannot fix,â she notes, pausing for a moment before proceeding, âthe only person you can fix is yourself.â
And maybe, Yizhuoâs right. Maybe you fell in love with the Chenle in his sports car, Chenle in the golf cart with his designer clothes on, Chenle on the cruise ship sipping on expensive alcohol. Maybe you fell in love with the version that has the whole world in the palm of his hand, the version of him that goes to Yale with you and rents out a luxurious apartment in the middle of the city, kissing you behind the tall windows, watching over the busy streetsâ the version in your dreams, the version you wanted to achieve.
But what about the version of him that walked you to your house after tennis class? What about the version of him that cuddled you in his sheets, the version of him that fell asleep soundly when you played with his hair, cradled your fingers through his scalp? What about the version of him that scared you in the dark, because he knew you get creeped out too easily, the version of him that ate cheap sausage with you in Japan, the version of him that studied with you and brought you to your bed when you fell asleep at the table? What about the version of him that cried to Disney movies with you, the version of him that danced with you to the tunes of One Direction in your room when you were sixteen, the version of him that threw rocks on your window in the moonlight the night you turned seventeen, wanting to be the first one to wish you happy birthday before slipping inside of your room in the middle of the night, only to fall asleep seconds later, huddling your sheets?
Did you make that up? Was that not him in the first place?
And maybe, there is a discrepancy between the dream youâve made up in your head with him, the idea of you two staying together, trying to fix the view he has on the world you two live in, but at the end of the day, none of it was a lie.Â
And maybe, Yizhuoâs right; you should change the way you view things to match Chenleâs better, because at the end of the day, maybe youâre the one too blinded by the gold and silver around your neck to see the real issue here.
August 2, 2020 â Lehai Villas, Baicheng, China, 10:15 PM
When you finally see Zhong Chenle after the night he kicked you out of his bedroom, both of you are a mess.Â
Youâre a mess in the more subtle sense. Your dress is neat, the jewelry on your neck was carefully picked out days before, the heels enveloping your feet are one of the most comfortable ones for you to walk in, since you prepared yourself for being on your feet the whole evening. Your makeup is fixed on your face, earrings dangling off your ears and your purse matches the outfit perfectly; your hair in a fancy updo that you even drove to a hairdresser for, all so that you could look flawless for another one of your parentâs gatherings. Their business partnerâs son is turning 21, and while it doesnât look like that big of a deal, they are celebrating the fact that Mark Lee is now one of the shareholders of their companyâ and in your world, this is the most moving moment of the childâs life.
Youâre a mess in the more subtle senseâ you keep looking around, restless, not really paying attention to anything anyone is saying. Aimlessly humming and picking at the skin of your cuticles, you try hard to both catch a glance of your friend, and to also avoid him at all costs. The reality that Zhong Chenle is a mess too hits you only when you finally see himâ his tie loose on his neck, a grunt escaping his throat that you can hear from all the way to where you are, his walking a little wobbly and his hair messy as he runs his hand through the sprayed-down locks, his composure disheveled and so obviously out of the place.
And you want to stay away, you really doâ to let him deal with his own things by himself, to pretend you werenât cautiously looking for him all eveningâ but when he picks up another glass of alcohol from one of the tables and downs it in one go, cheeks getting rosier by the minute, you wonder how far you can let him go until he gets into trouble with his parents; and suddenly, youâre on your feet, just like you expected, dragging your figure closer to the one youâve been trying to avoid.
âDonât you think youâve drunk enough?â you mumble when you appear behind him, his shoulders slouching at the tone of your voice. When he looks around and catches your eyes, he snickers to himself, shrugging, before he makes a face full of disgust at your remark.
âWeâre celebrating, arenât we?â he says, âMark Leeâs a big man now, taking all the responsibility for a company thatâs so great, and he loves the job so much,â he continues, over-exaggerating every word, âand weâre here to celebrate his birthday! Have you⌠seen the motherfucker anywhere, by the way? Would wanna congratulate him on⌠the thingâŚâ he trails off, dramatically scratching his head as he speaks the last words.
âChenleââ
âRight! We are celebrating a guy we donât even know, or seen the whole evening, but thatâs so great, because at least we have all this alcoholââ
âOkay, youâre getting out of here,â you snap, shaking your head at his antics and digging your nails into his forearm, dragging the boy out of the crowded place before he throws a tantrum. With how his voice was getting louder and louder, a few figures turned to watch your exchange, and you canât imagine the turmoil this will take on him once his parents find outâ itâs better to get him out of there before he messes up even more badly.
His feet stumbling on the stairs outside, he mutters something under his breath as you drag his half-limp, half-stubborn body through the enormous land. The gardens are full of fairy lights and adults talking to each other in hushed whispers, laughter erupting out of their put-together figures every now and then, and you take some time before you finally manage to find a silent corner in one of the carefully mowed gardens, Chenleâs complains silencing after a while, admitting his fate.
Carelessly throwing his body towards one of the benches, the lighting dim in the corner, you watch as he takes a seat and looks at you with defeated eyes, the emptiness behind his gaze breaking you on so many levels you didnât even think you could master; Zhong Chenle is a messâ has been a mess for a while now, and you didnât noticeâ you didnât do anything about it until now.
âWhat happened to you?!â you yelp out, voice betraying you somewhere towards the end of the sentence, sounding more desperate than you intended. Eyes scanning over his slouching body, you notice him playing with his fingers in his lap, an action of calming himself down that heâs picked up after you slapped his hands every time he tried to bite on his nails growing up, and you take a few steps around the place, running your fingers through your carefully styled hair.Â
âDonât scold me like my mother,â Chenle grunts, rolling his eyes at your composure.
âNo, Chenle, because I donât get it,â you shake your head, looking him dead in the sparkless eyes, âI do not get it.â
When he offers you no explanation, rather just gazing your whole body up and down, eyes half-lidded, you presume heâs a bit out of itâ the alcohol truly hitting his system now, making you result in a little tangent of yourself, because you presume everythingâs better than his parentâs scolding, and maybe he just needs someone to wake him back to reality. âWhat happened, Chenle? What the actual fuck is going on lately? You donât speak to anyone about it, you donât tell me, out of all peopleââ a snicker leaves his lips to this, making you huff in frustration, âyou donât tell anyone how youâre feeling, and itâs eating you up from the inside, and believe me when I say, Chenle, itâs pretty damn heartbreaking to watch.â
Looking at him, youâre offered nothing but silence. His cheeks are rosy and puffed up from the alcohol, his frame is smallâ opposed to the power stance he usually takesâ and you donât think youâre getting a conversation from him any time soon. Ready to give up, you shake your head at him and scoff. âOkay, fine. You donât have to talk to me, since you have an issue with the fact that I care about you more than I should,â you snap, agreeing to be petty with him, if this was how he was gonna play.
âI donât talk to any of you, because you wouldnât understand,â he says, voice almost a bit annoyed, tongue dipped in bitterness.Â
âWe grew up together, Chenle. Our lives are pretty much the same, why the fuck would you think that I, out of all people, wouldnât understand?âÂ
âSee, thatâs the thing,â Chenle catches you off guard, charming in with an argument barely before you are able to finish the sentence, âour lives are pretty much the same, yet you love it. You fucking love it, all of you doâ you love waking up in your little fancy bedrooms, doing great at school because if you donât, your parents are going to threaten you with disowning youâ and what else do you have if not your parents wealth that you coincidentally, also despise at the same time? You go shopping to your favorite mall with your equally wealthy friends, because youâre not allowed to befriend people that are lower classâ that would just look fucking embarrassing in front of your parentsâ contacts, wouldnât it? You go to charity events and birthday celebrations of a guy youâve never seen in your whole life before, just because someone told you toâ and donât you dare tell them you wonât go, because how the fuck are they gonna look all pretty in front of their business partners if their only son doesnât attend a celebration of someone inheriting a share from their parentsâ companyâ a thing youâre supposed to do as soon as you turn 20, if you donât attend university they picked out for you instead. You go on fancy holidays and take pictures in front of all the attractions, and it doesnât even feel special anymore, because you do this every monthâ and the only time you ever felt alive was when you were drunk and making out with someone that you shouldnât even think about in that way in the first place, because itâs your parentsâ friendsâ daughter, and at the end of the day, they would just love the fact that we were together, because that could strengthen the business bond they haveâ the only reason why theyâre friends in the first place, and Iâm so fed up, I hate it, I despise itââ he stops to take a breath, his eyes getting glossy,
and suddenly, youâre helpless, youâre falling apartâ because the issue is so much bigger than you anticipated and you donât know how to do anything about it.
âAnd I donât fucking feel real, Y/N, I donât, and I donât think I ever have, because I just wake up in the mornings and then somewhere along the way, I realise Iâm alive and I laugh, because how could all of this be real? How could the money be real? How could anything be real, andâ and itâs so confusing, because I should be grateful, but Iâm not, because I canât even fully grasp it,â he breathes, tears now streaking down his cheeks.
It feels like the whole world stopped for a moment; it feels like you are in a movie and someone pressed pause. You stare at him, you blink, and you pray for something to send you strength to deal with this, to tell you what to do or how to comfort himâ because this must have felt so alone, and you canât stand the image of Chenle ever being lonely.
Opening your mouth and closing it, you gasp for air. No words feel suitable for this kind of conversation, and so you just chime towards himâ despite all your best assumptionsâ and hold him. Because at the end of the day, what helps more to ground someone back to earth than human touch?
Pads of your thumbs wipe at the teardrops strolling down his cheeks, every contact with the salty liquid hurting you, cutting through your skin like razor bladesâ because Chenle never cries, he never feels like something is worth indulging in enough to bring him to tearsâ and when he catches his trembling bottom lip in his teeth, you break; pulling him towards you and threading your fingers through his hair, the action once lullying him to sleep now used like a broken mantraâ please be okay, please relax, please let me hold you until youâre glued back together again.
âI dunno what to do,â he shrugs, his head resting on your stomach, voice burrowing itself into the fabric of your expensive dress, âdunno where to go. âCause Junâs leaving, and Yizhuoâs gonna be busy with everything, andâ and youâre moving across the fucking ocean, and Iâm justâ I turned everything down, becauseââ he says, voice breaking, and you shush him with a pat on his back, touch growing more affectionate.
âItâs okay,â you hum, âI got you,â you say; words he once told you at the golf cart, looking after you, or in the hotel room back in Japan when you were 6 and falling asleep, still scared of ghosts appearing in your bedroomâ and you believed them, you always did, because Chenle was always there when you needed himâ so you only pray he finds comfort in the sincere phrases, because what more is there to offer him?
His breathing grows steadier as you continue to play with his messy hair, his hands gently allowing themselves to wrap around your thighs, your standing figure shelved between his legs, and he laughs to himself, the whole situation kind of ironic to him now. âI donât even know why Iâm crying. âm kinda numb, you know, so it doesnât even really hurt in the first place,â he says, and you wish you found the same humor in it than he didâ or at least the bitter sense of soothing yourself with ironyâ but you canât. Looking down at his body, latched to you like a lifeline, you wonder how you could ever leave him there alone, to deal with the burden by himself. How could you ever move so far away from him?
âMy parents wanted me to go with you,â he starts, the sentence sparking up something inside of you, but he doesnât pull away and meet your eyes when he continues, foreshadowing a sad ending to your hope, âthey said I should study business at Yale as well, that itâs a great opportunity.â
You donât reply to him, choosing not to push him. After a sigh, he continues. âAnd I didnât get in, because, naturally, I was too stupid for it in the first placeâ no, I wasââ he says when you gently slap the back of his head at the comment, âbut then they paid the dean and suddenly I was allowed to go. Can you believe that?â he snickers bitterly, shaking his head in disbelief. âBad mouthed you for a thing I despised in myself, when you were the one that got in fair and square in the first place.â
ââs okay,â you mumble, compassion dripping off your words.
âAnd I turned it down, âcause I hated the fact that they did that. I was okay with studying the fucking business program, even though I despised it, I was okay with moving across the world, because at least youâd be there, yâknow, but I couldnât bear the fact that they did that to get me in. I think I was too ashamed, too embarrassed, because they had to pay for me to get there, butâ I donât knowâŚâ he trails off, and you sigh, shaking your head in disbelief.
âItâs okay to take opportunities that are presented to you, Lele,â you mumble, âI know you hate it, but you canât change who youâre born to. The best you could do is to not waste all of this,â you say, trying to find a source of light in the deep abyss of his thoughts.
You try hard to solve the problemâ to offer him a solution that could work, that could let him forget about the pain for at least a secondâ to wake him up from whatever deep thinking that got him into this mess. You try hard to solve the problemâ but you donât know how to deal with it. All you know is that youâre trying to pick up the patterns; youâd fit in his skin if you could, youâd crawl in and fix everythingâ but at the end of the day, as Yizhuo said, the only person you can fix is yourself.
âBought,â he says, fixing your mistake, âopportunities that were bought for me. I couldnât do it,â he says.
Huffing, indulging in a spare second of your own painâ a spare second of the despair eating you up from the insides, the helplessness youâve been feeling ever since you were forcefully kicked out of Zhong Chenleâs lifeâ and you didnât even tell him you loved him in the first place before he got stuck in the fire of the woods; before you two started acting like it didnât matter and always ended up in feudsâ you mumble a comment, voice barely louder than a whisper, but he can hear it because of the closeness of your bodies in the few stray raindrops that come over you two once the clock strikes midnight.
âWe couldâve lived together, you and me,â you say, âus against the whole world,â you commentâ a childlike yearning spilling out of your lips, âwe couldâve gone to Yale together and youâd figure something out along the way. Maybeâ maybe youâd find a purpose if you moved, we couldââ
âY/N,â he shushes you, uttering out your name, finally breaking away from you as he looks up and gazes into the swimming pools of your eyes, shaking his head with a faint smile, ââs okay. It wouldnât have fixed anything anyway, itâ it wouldnât have helped.â
âButââ
âYou can move, Y/N, but at the end of the day, it doesnât matter, âcause youâre taking yourself with you.â
August 20, 2020 â the backyard of your childhood house, Shanghai, 11:11 PM
You were never really that good at scienceâ sure, your parents demanded you get good grades in every subject and your private school put quite the pressure on your education, but even though you always managed to pull satisfactory marks in exams, your understanding of the logistics sometimes lacked; you were much better at humanities or business-related courses, hearing enough at family dinners to find out your way through the lectures and apply the facts into examples from real life.
So, if anyone asked you how many stars there were in the universe, you wouldnât be too confident in your answer. You wouldnât know how to apply the Milky Way as your modelâ since it was said that it has around 100 billion stars aloneâ and multiply the part by the amount of galaxies in the universeâ approximately 2 trillionâ to get a number somewhere close to 200 billion trillion, also called 200 sextillion.Â
You wouldnât know how to do any of that, or how to even count this amount without a calculator, so youâd take a more liberal arts approachâ literary, evenâ and say, that on August 20, 2020, at 11:11 sharp in your backyard, gazing on to the deep, dark sky and wishing for a star to fall so you could propose a selfish wish that could change everything, thereâs still not more stars there than in Zhong Chenleâs eyes when your gazes meet after your friends leave for the evening, leaving you with your neighbor completely alone.
And itâs strange, seeing him like thisâ maybe because you didnât even realize how used to the dull and emotionless Chenle youâve been all this timeâ but it warms something inside of your heart as you take a hesitant step towards him, the first one out of the whole evening, and take a seat next to him in the corner of your terrace, sighing to yourself.
âYou actually came,â you note, seeing as he turns to you and furrows his eyebrows at you in confusion.
âShould I not have? I mean, by the text you sent me, it seemed like you wanted me here, but if I misread the situation, I can goâŚâ he snickers, teasing you just the slightest as he nudges you to your side.
You hum, shaking your head in disapproval. âNo,â you say, âI just⌠I dunno.â
âExpected me to ignore you?âÂ
âKinda,â you admit, snickering.
âDamn,â he giggles, âthatâs fair, though. Considering the previous events, and all.â
Rolling your eyes at his composure, finally getting used to the old Chenleâ the one that teases you over the smallest things, the one who doesnât let his emotions show in his faceâ you watch him as he takes a seat on one of the rattan sofas and you follow him, body slouching next to his, feeling his head gently rest on your shoulder in the mere moment of silence between your two figures.
âWouldnât let you leave without seeing you for the last time,â he says, voice quiet and vulnerable, âgod knows when Iâll see you again.â
âChenleââ
âJust because you donât want to talk about it doesnât mean itâs not real,â he snickers, already knowing where your words are goingâ youâre going to try to stop him, tell him you donât want to think about it right now, on the last evening at your house for the near future.Â
âIâd rather not think about that, yâknow,â you huff, frustrated. The anxieties of leaving everything behind are clenching on your insides right now, holding you back from moving freely and with enthusiasm, and you wonderâ if you knew how this would feel all those months agoâ if you knew how terrifying and painful the whole process could be, would you still apply to Yale? Would you still want to go?
âOkay,â he dotes, tone of voice casual, like itâs not a big deal.Â
âOkay? Just like that?â you snicker, surprised at how easily he gave the topic up.
âYeah. Donât wanna make you sadder.â
Sitting in silence, you realize thereâs so many words youâd like to say to him. Youâd like to tell him just how much youâre gonna miss him and how you regret ruining the last few months you two had together, and how youâre sorry your feelings scared him to the point where he felt like he had no one to confide in. Youâd like to tell him how you built a future with him in your brain, carefully placed him into your reality, only for him to break away from your grasp and go his own way, and how much it hurts, but how youâre always going to support him in whatever he chooses, because you care for him more than your little heart could take. Youâd like to tell him how youâre gonna call him every day to check up on him, how youâre gonna send letters and press a secret kiss to each sheet of expensive paper youâll get downtown, wishing he could feel the essence with the growing distance between you two. Youâd like to ask him to visit you oftenâ heâs gonna have more time on his hands, and god knows moneyâs not the issue. Youâd like to selfishly tell him you find it hard to deal with the distance, and how you wish he wouldnât find somebody else while youâre gone, and how you so dearly hope that somewhere in there, your feelings are silently reciprocated, but hidden away in fear of everything falling apart once again.
But instead, you donât say anything. You tend to wait for him to speak up firstâ heâs always had a problem with talking too much in the first place, after all.
And he doesâ you can still predict his next moves. You know him that well.
âIâm gonna miss you, though,â he sighs, catching you off guard by saying something from the list of your silenced words, âdonât think that I wonât. Or that the way Iâll miss you is different than the way youâre gonna miss me,â he speaks, tone of voice laced in honesty and sincerity, his words heavy with the essence of what heâs never going to say out loudâ or so you think.
âIn what way?â
âIâm not gonna miss you like a friend misses a friend,â he says, âand I donât mean the sex,â he snickers, brightening the mood with his comment.
Rolling his eyes at him, you feel him lift his head up from your shoulder, forcing you to look at him and meet his starry eyes againâ the damn starry eyes that always make you spill the truth, because god knows you cannot lie to himâ and you find yourself scanning his features, the structure of his bones you fear youâre gonna forget when youâre away, so desperately wanting to lock your lips with his for one last time, because when you come back one day, you may not have the right or chance to do so anymore.Â
âWhy are you looking at me like that?â he asks, not a hint of teasing in his voice.
âYou know why, Chenle.â
âCan you say it out loud?â he demands, and you shake your headâ maybe it's best if the words are left unsaid. Doesnât matter if theyâre hanging in the air, for everyone to read.
âWhy?â
âYou know how I feel about you,â you snicker, âdonât make me say it out loud.â
Because even if you told him you loved him, it wouldnât change anything. It wouldnât make it all better, it wouldnât make it all goodâ no matter how hard you wish that it would.Â
âOkay,â he nods, agreeing too fast againâ and with that, he smiles, the gesture so soft and sudden, and there you areâ youâve got a caving heart in your open arms, and Chenle takes it, carelessly choking out the hushed confession, âIâm in love with you. If you donât say it, Iâm gonna, because⌠you deserve to know.â
Heart sinking into your stomach, you watch him, frozen in your place, for a while. Your eyes carefully scan every curve of his faceâ the curve of his lips, the curve of his cheeks, the hood of his eyes, his brows, the thousand stolen galaxies in his orbs and mouth glistening like honey, inviting you in. Snickering under your breath, you choose to not give in to the temptation.
âYouâre only saying that because Iâm leaving tomorrow,â you say, shaking your head.Â
âMaybe,â he agrees.
And you know thatâ you know that if you werenât leaving, he wouldnât tell you that he loves you. He wouldnât allow himself to be this vulnerable, he wouldnât tell you how he feels about you, because he had all this timeâ all those months and weeks spent with you in his bed, and you know his touches werenât just shallow desireâ and he never once said anything. He didnât do anything about it, and now that there is nothing more to do about it, nothing that could change the trajectory of either of your lives, he chooses to speak it to the universe; because it doesnât change anything, it canât possibly do soâ and so he doesnât have to fear the consequences, he doesnât have to fear the attachment that comes with such confession.
And for a minute, you think itâs selfish. You think itâs laughable, ironic, even, but you accept it.Â
His hand reaches for yours, interlocking your fingers with his when he launches you forward into him, arms gently enveloping your body when your head settles itself to the curve of his shoulder. You stay like this for a while, in his hold again, breathing in his scent and trying to remember it for weeks and months before youâre able to smell it again, letting out a nosy question out of your lipsâ and truly, you donât know why you do so, when you know the answer to it already anyway. Maybe you just want to hear it again.
âSo⌠you do have feelings for me too, after all?â
He stays quiet for a while, before he softly laughs into your hair. âYeah,â he nods, âbut it doesnât matter, âcause youâre leaving for Yale tomorrow, arenât you?â
And heâs rightâ you are. Thinking for a while, feeling him place a shy peck to the crown of your headâ the only kiss you two allow yourselves at this point of timeâ you come to the conclusion that even though you love him, care for him like youâve never cared for another before, you wouldnât change a thing about your planâ wouldnât change the trajectory of your whole life, wouldn't stay in Shanghai, wouldnât drop out of university, wouldnât stop everything because of him, because in a way, you strangely have it all figured out.Â
And he doesnât.
And you pray that one day, heâll find the purpose in all the potential he holds in his hands.
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Nick Sturniolo x OC smut
Summary: Nick tried to take a picture of a hot stranger in the grocery store, but when his flash went off, Ethan, the hot man in question, used Nickâs clumsiness for his own advantage
Contains: Anal sex, bottom!nick, top!oc, oral sex, spanking (very minor, not explicit), unsafe sex, barebacking, unconsensual photo taking, fingering, rimming, hair pulling, light dom/sub, dirty talk, slight crying during sex, overstimulation
Word count: 5,078 words
Disclaimers: minors dni. will contain grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language. this is FICTION, always use protection during sex, never take a pic of a stranger without their consent.
a/n: this was partly made bc i cant get over the idea of larray tara and nick as a trio like IM GNA LOSE IT. the tiktok talked about was (https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSF8YxXn6/) its so funny i need to include it.
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Nick laughs, reading Larrayâs last message about a tiktok he found of a guy pretending to be called gay in middle school and his friend defending him, both of them relating to that video strongly.
He tries to reign in his grin, as heâs on a supermarket trying to buy groceries, and laughing to yourself is just plain weird, so he forces himself to press his lips together as Larray and Tara sent jokes that make his belly hurt. He briefly takes his eyes off the string of messages, hearing a loud cough, and clocks grey sweatpants on strong thighs. Heâs interested, immediately, checking out the rest of the tall boy who is standing next to him by the snack aisle, holding onto his cart. A black short sleeved compression shirt defining his strong chest and bicep, complimenting bouncy and slightly curly brown hair, a face adorning deep brown eyes that could pass for both handsome or pretty, and veiny hands that make Nickâs mind wander. He texts the group.
jacob elordi brainrot
Nick:Â hottest. guy. ever. in the grocery store
Larray:Â ???? not possible, Iâm at homeÂ
Tara:Â ew
Larray:Â rude
Tara:Â anyways
Tara: PHOTO
Larray:Â how hot?
Nick:Â grey sweats and compression shirt hot
Larray:Â PHOTO
Tara:Â PHOTO
Nick:Â I canât take a pic guys thatâs creepy
Larray: PHOTO
Tara:Â PHOTO
Nick:Â No
Tara: come oooonnnn PHOTO
Nick: ugh fine
It didnât take much for them to convince Nick because he knows he actually really wants to take a picture of the hottie to his right, for scientific purposes of course. Nick makes sure his phone is on silent before he angles it, tipping it back a little as he hopes he captures most of the guy. He tries to look at others on the store, rather than focus on what heâs doing, thumb moving around where he thinks the snapshot button is until â flash â the bright white light of his camera lights up the entire back case of his phone.Â
Nick feels his heart catch in the back of his throat, and heâs slow in moving his hand, the immediate humiliation making him freeze. He canât help but look at the stranger, and he sees how he takes in Nickâs obvious creeper shot, Nick feeling the anxiety coarse through him at lightning speed.
Heâs fearful as the stranger frowns, stepping over to him, and Nick slightly backs up immediately.
âIâm - â
âDid you just take a photo of me?â the stranger asks, and Nick thinks his face may melt, the shame of his actions making him lie, shaking his head silently.
âYou didnât?â the stranger asks, even more handsome, prettier, up close, but heâs clearly unimpressed by Nickâs rudeness, and Nick is panicking, brain drawing blanks.
âIâŚâ Nick gapes, looking for the words, âIâm sorry.â
âWhy?â the stranger demands forcefully, grabbing Nickâs phone, Nick gasping at that, but too embarrassed to fight it. The boy doesnât look through Nickâs phone, just holds it and stares at Nick accusingly, Nick having to shrug, truly embarrassed and he feels pairs of eyes on his back judging him.Â
âCome with me,â the stranger demands, still holding Nickâs phone, making his way to ut of the store, both of their carts abandoned. Nick doesnât have much of a choice if he values his phone, and he follows, ashamed.
âI am sorry,â he pants, keeping up with the other boyâs pace, âcan I have it back?â
The stranger slows down slightly, starting to look through the phone. Nick realises with horror that his phone isnât locked, as he kept the camera open, and he reaches to grab his phone back, but the stranger is tall, holding it higher as he clicks on the incoming messages.
Larray: PHOTO!!! Whatâs with the silence girl? You better be sucking his dick!
Tara:Â PHOTO
The stranger scrolls up, Nick groaning in embarrassment, watching him read Nickâs earlier messages about how hot he is.
âSeriously creepy,â he shakes his head, deep voice just making it even worse as Nick cringes, âyouâre perving on me in the store and taking my photo without my consent?â
âIâm genuinely sorry,â Nick said, his voice tinged with guilt, âIâll delete it immediately and leave.â
The boy is doing something on his phone and Nick attempts to grab it back, but still, heâs too slow, still not tall enough.
âAh ah,â the stranger tuts, âdonât worry. I was just sending your friends the creepy photo.â Nick starts to feel a little sick with anxiety, just wanting this to be over. He is never, ever listening to both his friends again. Heâs frustrated and desperate, and in a fit of anger, he flounces off, âkeep the fucking phone,â he rages, regretting it instantly, but he has no choice but to continue walking, leaving his very badly needed phone in the hands of another man. You idiot, youâre a public figure, what if he does something to your socials, he screams internally
âHey!â Nick hears, âcome back here.â He stops, and looks at the stranger with anxiety, his face hot from the embarrassment as he awkwardly walks back. Nick is confident that now his phone will be given back to him and he is secretly relieved, knowing he canât afford to walk away and leave his public image in the hands of a stranger. He isnât sure how heâd explain that to his brothers.
âYou could make it up to me,â the boy suggests, and Nick looks at him properly, the smirk on his mouth and the way his eyes move, seemingly resting on Nickâs crotch.
âW â what?â Nick stammers, blushing, and the guy shrugs.
âYou think Iâm hot,â he states, âI think youâre hot, too.â
Nick chuckles nervously, unsure, a little scared this is some bizarre prank, but the boy is so sincere, nothing about him suggesting this is a joke. Nick has seen the look he has in his eyes in many boys and men, who Nick has flirted with and fucked before, but this is the first time Nickâs ever felt so drawn to another.
âI live near here,â the boy gestures, âI can think of a few things you can do for me to make up for your lack of manners.â
Nick wants to tell him to fuck off, wipe the slightly arrogant smirk off his face, but the confident way the guy stands, waiting on Nickâs response, his certainty, is making Nickâs dick twitch in interest, in want.
âWhatever,â the man smiles, casually slipping the phone back into Nickâs pocket before shrugging again, sauntering off, leaving Nick stood in the middle of the parking lot, torn between walking away â and he knows, he knows, kicking himself for it â or running after this guy desperately, letting him know how badly he wants him to make good on his promises.
Heâs about to disappear when Nick makes a snap decision and runs after him, panting as he catches up, the boy turning to look at him from his car as he hears footsteps, bursting out in a laughter, his grin taking up his entire face. Nick readjusts his sweater.
âIâm horny, donât â donât get cocky,â he mutters, but the other boy doesnât say a word, just makes Nick feel dizzy with a long look as he opens the passenger seat of his car and motion for Nick to get inside.Â
âNick, right?â he asks, as he hops in and shut the door of the drivers seat, and Nick nods, assuming he saw his name on the messages, âIâm Ethan.â
Nick was going to respond but his eyes catches the way Ethanâs seatbelt tightens on his pecs and Nick almost drooled. His eyes traveled upward to see this adonis-like man smirking and Nick swiftly turned his head towards the road. The drive to the apartment was short and thankfully not awkward due to the music playing, but Nick was still sweating even with the air conditioner on because oh my god heâs so fucking hot, is that his huge dick print on his sweatpants? Fuck, his veins are so visible why are his fingers so LONG? that shit can reach my tonsi-
His thoughts were interrupted by the car finally parked at the other manâs house. Both of them walked towards the door with haste and no words exchanged, eyes focused on going inside.
Ethan unlocked the door and let Nick in, the latter unable to get a word out before Ethanâs mouth flew towards his, and heâs harsh and fast and demanding, so Nick matches it, kissing Ethan like he needs it, and maybe he does. Ethan is shoving him into what Nick assumes is his bedroom, pulling off Nickâs sweater, as Nick yanks that heavenly tight shirt, until they meet Ethanâs bed and Ethan throws him down on it. He watches, heart racing, as Ethan pulls down his jeans, pulling at them forcefully, yanking them off as Nick helps him, pulling him back down for a kiss. Nickâs never known someone kiss this way; unyielding and demanding as he grabs Nickâs head and devours him, Nick pulling back at Ethanâs tangled hair, until Ethan grabs him wrists and pins them down.
Nick canât help but moan, his dick hard in his briefs, because Ethan is pressing all his buttons right now. He hates the self-satisfied grin on Ethanâs smug, pretty face, but thereâs no denying Nick loves it rough, which Ethan clearly does too.
âLike that, sweetheart?â Ethan asks, tongue running over his bottom lip, Nick watching itâs every moment, groaning in response, Ethanâs large hands still wrapped around delicate wrists, still pinning Nick down. Nick is fully hard and needy now, Ethan letting go of his wrists to grip each side of his face and bruise him with a kiss, Nick making the most of his new found freedom by gripping Ethanâs shoulders, nails digging in.
Heâs a mess already, the curly haired man moving harsh kisses to his neck and chest as he moves down, the kisses becoming wetter, sloppier, Nick whimpering as Ethan ghosts over his clothed dick, mouthing at him teasingly.
âPlease,â Nick whispers, but Ethan either doesnât hear or ignores it, pressing feather light kisses across him, Nick beginning to peel his briefs off only to have his hands batted away.
âDo that again and Iâll tie you up,â Ethan warns, and Nickâs cock jumps at the tone in his voice, obeying, hands grabbing fistfuls of Ethanâs duvet instead to stop them from straying. Ethan stops, pushing Nick encouraging so his head is propped up, and he has little choice except to look at Ethan as he mercifully begins to strip him off his briefs. Nickâs toes curl as theyâre discarded and Ethan is back between his legs, Nick waiting for the inevitable lick, looking down at Ethan as heâs forced to wait.
âWhat?â he asks, knowing his face is pink and heâs far gone, Ethan looking at him with playful eyes as he spreads Nickâs legs even further apart, leaning down, finally, Nick thinks, to touch his dick, but Ethan presses wet kisses and soft bites to the inside of Nickâs right thigh, moving up as he gets closer to Nickâs dick, nudging his balls with his nose and Nick is going to pass out from the feel of Ethanâs skin right there, from feeling his tongue and his little huffs of breath, whimpering embarrassingly loud as Ethan finally licks a long stripe up his dick to the tip, suckling the pre-cum collected there before he stops.
âEthan,â Nick begs, and Ethan does the same to his left, Nick sure heâs intent on leaving bite marks on his fleshy thighs where thereâs plenty for Ethan to sink his teeth into, Nick wondering if itâs possible to come from this. Heâs obeying Ethanâs no touching rule, for now, and it is torture, before Ethan repeats this special form of hell â licking from Nickâs balls up to the tip of his cock, in one long, slow lick â flicking his tongue over the head, and pulling away. âThis â I canât do this,â Nick moans, âplease just, give meâŚâ
Ethan shakes his head, and Nick falls quiet, until he feels the blessed tight heat of Ethanâs mouth around his cock, Ethan sucking his dick perfectly, swirling his tongue around the head as he comes up, Nick crying out, trying his best to hold off, to wait.
âEthan, Iâm â I - â he whines, Ethan stopping, quick and elegant as he leans up and kisses Nickâs mouth, âwhatâs wrong, baby?â
âLet me,â Nick gasps, trying to push Ethan down, âI want to do it to you.â
He does, too, because Ethanâs sweatpants are still on and he needs them off, wants to see Ethanâs dick and taste it in his mouth. Nick loves sucking cock, loves the feel of it in his mouth and the taste of come, and heâs good at it, wants to make Ethan whimper in the way Ethanâs made him shake.
âYeah? You like sucking dick?â Ethan asks, unyielding, sadly, still looming over Nick and Nick gives up on trying to change their positions, not exactly hating this one, Ethan grabbing his bitten thighs as he attacks Nickâs mouth and neck with his soft lips.
âYeah,â Nick grins, âof course.â
âWhy should I let you suck me off?â Ethan asks, letting Nickâs thighs drop as he keeps Nick pinned down, kissing parts of Nickâs face that Nick doesnât think anyone has ever kissed, always coming back to his mouth, his neck, moving to his collarbone, shoulder, biting. Nick is going to look like heâs been in a fight. Matt and Chris will have a field day when he finally turns up at home.
âUm, because â Iâm great?â Nick asks, frowning, wondering what kind of weirdo turns down a blowjob, and Ethan stops so he can look at Nick, Nick continuing to be bowled over by the way Ethanâs eyes seem to burn into his skin.
âWhat makes you so great, pretty boy?â Ethan rasps, and Nick brings his nails down Ethanâs back.
âI look good with a cock in my mouth,â Nick teases, âand, after all, you did say I need to make it up to you.â
âYou need to, donât you?â Ethan grins, then moving so that he straddles Nickâs waist, Nick helping him pull down his sweats, Ethan standing briefly to get the fabric off his feet and boxers off before heâs shuffling up, Nick still propped up nicely by the large pillows. Nick attempts to not given Ethan the satisfaction of his astonishment at how large Ethanâs dick is, but he fails.             Â
âStill feeling confident, baby?â Ethan asks, hand wrapping around his cock as he plays with himself, jerking off, and Nick canât help but lick his lips in anticipation, nodding, while heâs nervous heâs excited, knowing Ethanâs dick is going to fill him up properly, that heâll feel the thick head knock at the back of his throat and makes his eyes water. Heâs hungry for it. Ethan moves closer, knees over Nickâs shoulder as his big hand plants against the wall and his other hand hangs onto his headboard. Nick opens his mouth, ready for it, desperate for it, but heâs patient, waiting for Ethanâs say so, and Ethan makes slow, deliberate movements, wiping the leaking tip of his cock on Nickâs mouth and his cupidâs bow.
âGood boy for waiting,â Ethan praises, and Nickâs dick jumps, âyou can suck it now, baby.â
Nick takes as much as he can, which is over half, but not all of it, and sucks in a hollow motion, moving back up before he forces himself to take every inch, down to Ethanâs balls, and pulls back, spluttering.
âHey,â Ethan says, taking Nick by the chin, âtake it easy, baby, donât choke.â
âMâsorry,â Nick whispers, embarrassed, wanting to be good, to hear Ethanâs praises once more, and heâs easier with it this time, taking Ethan into his mouth and sucking him properly, rather than racing to get the entire dick inside him, and he can enjoy this, sucking Ethan at a nice, fast pace, but not too fast, getting off to the weight of Ethanâs dick and the smell of him, Ethan silent but present, running his thumbs over Nickâs cheekbones as Nick sucks his dick, happy and contented.
He mewls in protest when Ethan grabs his hair and pulls him off, trying to follow Ethanâs dick, not ready to stop, but Ethan isnât interested, easily flipping Nick over so heâs face down on the bed. Nick waits as the pillows are wrenched from him, Ethan lifting him like a ragdoll as he puts them under Nickâs hips, Nickâs ass higher than before. Nickâs feels like heâs on fire, his skin aflame, pale but also pink with the heat, and he braces himself for Ethanâs fingers, surprised when Ethan covers him with his own body, kissing his neck.
âYouâre so hot,â Ethan growls, mouth on Nickâs jaw, and Nick is sure Ethan is trying to actually eat him, âas soon as I saw you get on that aisle, the first thing I thought was, I want to fuck that boy,â Ethan smiles, Nick moaning as Ethan continues licking him, âsaw your ass and thought, I bet he loves riding dick.â
Nick all but whimpers, pushing back, needy, and Ethan shows compassion, bringing his hand past Nickâs waist to curve over Nickâs ass, gripping at his hip.
âDo you? Love riding cock?â Ethan pants.
âYeah,â Nick says, pushing his ass back to feel Ethanâs dick against it, âwant me to ride you?â
âPatience, baby,â Ethan demands, pulling Nick over to kiss him, Nick moving with Ethan, not expecting the disappointed moan when Ethan leaves him, moving down and spreading Nickâs legs further apart. Nick keeps his hands up, mouth open and wet on his left hand, gripping the duvet with his other hand, and he trembles as Ethan spreads his ass open, crying out as he feels Ethanâs thumb tease over his rim, pressing down and ever so slightly inwards, teasing, always.
âIâm not a virgin,â Nick says throatily, hoping Ethan will speed up at that, the way heâs playing with Nickâs ass slow and gentle but mind melting at the same time, and Ethan just laughs at that, slapping Nickâs ass playfully with his other hand.
âI didnât think you were,â Ethan says, voice loud in the silence of the apartment, âI still wanna take my sweet time.â
Nick whines as Ethan continues to give him something but not everything, loud as Ethan slips and pushes a finger inside of him, Nick stretching his legs, his toes, in a heavenly trance as the man explores him. He feels Ethan move, and then hears the squirt of lube, feels another finger join the first, and he gasps as Ethan scissors them, pulling them to the rim, almost fully out, as his thumb makes the gentlest of scrapes on his perineum, to his balls. Nick moans out on his hand, practically drooling.
He panics as he feels Ethanâs fingers disappear, not wanting this to be over, throwing his head back as he searches for an answer.
âTurn back around, baby,â Ethan insists, not looking at Nick, transfixed on his ass. He immediately obliges, feeling his brain mush and fill with Ethan Ethan Ethan. He feels like itâs been hours but he knows thatâs untrue, and heâs ready to beg for it, for Ethan to open him again and slide his big cock inside him, but he doesnât have to say anything as Ethan spreads him before dipping down. Nick all but screams as Ethanâs tongue licks across the rim of his hole, wet and rough. Nick instinctively tries to move forward, but he canât; heâs facedown and Ethanâs hands are alternate from his hips to his asscheeks, spreading them again, as he eats Nick out. The rough texture of Ethanâs tongue, the way he presses his big, puffy lips on Nickâs rim is almost enough to make Nick sob. Heâs holding it together, just thrusting as much as he can with the pillows underneath him and when he moves his forehead, he notices how sweaty he is, the back of his hands shining.
He yelps as Ethan pushes his tongue inside his hole and brings his hand up to the base of Nickâs spine, pressing his thumb inside of Nick to keep him slightly open. Nick is lost, utterly ruined, shook by how this stranger knows his body better than he does, whining as Ethan keeps his face buried in his ass; not for one-minute hesitating or slowing down as he eats Nick out as passionately as he kisses his mouth.
âIâm â Ethan - ,â he begs, knowing heâs a few well timed thrusts from Ethanâs tongue and fingers away from coming on the pillows beneath him, Ethan pulling his fingers out with a clear, wet pop, removing his tongue too, not before he sinks his teeth into one of Nickâs asscheeks. Nick is wrecked, his body tingling, his thighs burning from Ethanâs sharp teeth, a wetness between his legs like heâs never felt and an ache in his balls that is begging for release.
âYouâre perfect,â Ethan assures him, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Nick looking at him longingly over his shoulder, âwhat do you want, baby?â
âYou,â Nick moans, pushing himself back, wanting Ethanâs cock in him, âplease, Ethan.â
âMmm,â Ethan muses, and Nick is pleased to see heâs also hot, pink, sweat linging on his forehead from exertion, Nick yelping as Ethan brings his hand down on Nickâs ass, playful but enough to tan it, âturn around.â
Nick does, fairly weak now and desperate, beyond desperate, for his orgasm to tear through him and leave him blind and gasping. Ethan throws away the pillows carelessly, grabbing Nickâs hips and bringing him down, as he lubes up his dick and presses the head against Nickâs hole. Nick nods, and Ethan begins to push, Nick inhaling, mouth open, as he feels the familiar burn of a nice, thick cock pressing inside of him. Ethan is slow but intense, forcing Nickâs thighs up as he makes his way in, Nick groaning, a little high pitched towards the end when he feels Ethan is fully in. He lets one of Nickâs legs drop, apparently unable to leave Nickâs face or hair alone, before he begins to fuck Nick, gently at first.
âYou naughty boy,â Ethan whispers, âis this what you wanted, huh?â
âYeah,â Nick begs, voice broken, âgod, please, give it to me.â
Ethan doesnât waste time. Nick lets go of any dignity he was hoping to keep, moaning and whimpering with every single thrust Ethan makes. Ethan takes Nick like Nick belongs to him, like this is his right, to spread Nick wide and to fuck him, hips snapping into hips as Ethan clings to him tightly, Nick feeling Ethanâs dick so deep inside him, touching places heâs never felt anyone touch, his vision clouding over.
âEthan,â Nick sobs, overwhelmed, Ethan slowing down, holding Nick open by his thighs as he pulls his cock out, Nick horrified.
âEthan! Please! No! Iâm sorry, Iâm fine, Iâm ok, please give it to me,â Nick begs, now losing his self-respect along with his long-gone dignity, feeling on the edge of tears. Ethan canât leave him like this, canât bring him to the brink of such pleasure to stop, itâs too cruel, Ethan once again flipping him over so now Nick is on his stomach. He cries out as Ethan slides straight back in, pulling Nick so Nick is on his knees, his upper body stretched out, Ethanâs big hands on both hips, slamming into him, the wet sound of slapping skin obscene alongside Nickâs enthusiastic cries and Ethanâs panting.
Nick is dripping with sweat, sliding off his own arms every time he tries to rest his head, yelping as Ethan yanks him up by his hair.
âYeah? This what you need, Nick?â he asks, grunting, and Nick moans his agreement, unable to do much else. The forced stretch of his neck is delicious, Ethan not letting his pace drop for a moment, setting a punishing and perfect speed, Nickâs leaking cock a mess as he feels his balls tighten, knowing heâs finally, finally going to lose control and feel that blissful high.
âWant you to come like this,â Ethan says, slapping his ass again, âwant you to come from getting fucked.â Nick canât say anything, canât even nod, because Ethanâs still pulling his hair as he slams in, quickening his almost reckless pace, Nick only concentrating on that one thing, that one feeling. Ethan is hitting his spot, perfect and fast and desperate and with one last yank of Nickâs hair, he is coming, begging and groaning, babbling a mixture of Ethan and God, blacking out as he does.Â
Heâs beyond over-stimulated, debauched and destroyed as Ethan follows him, letting go of Nickâs hair to cling onto his hips and fuck him with a few last, sprinting thrusts, Nick gasping as he feels Ethan fill him with come, warm and thick, Ethan crying out loudly as well, collapsing on top of Nick.
âFuck,â Ethan groans into Nickâs hair, âholy fuck.â
âYeah,â Nick agrees, still too weak to open his eyes or speak.
Ethan kisses the back of his neck before he pulls out his dick, Nick cringing as he hears the wet sounds, feeling Ethan fall out of him, and heâs mildly disgusted when Ethan rocks back onto his knees, opening Nickâs ass again, looking down at his wet, come filled ass.
âEthan,â Nick accuses, feeling his face heat up Ethan further, Ethan just smirking, proud of the mess heâs created, Nick sore and sensitive as Ethan plays with him a little, whimpering as he feels some come drip out. Ethan laughs at Nick's embarrassment, leaning over and scrambling around some bedside drawers. Nick gasps as he feels coolness on his ass, Ethan clearly wiping him clean.
Ethan flips back down next to Nick, Nick still curled into the pillow, not shy but very aware of his sweaty, exhausted, fucked-out look. Ethan runs his fingers through red hair, not tugging this time, and he leans in, kissing Nick in a way that betrays his previous rough and ready treatment. Nick responds softly, kissing back.
âYou ruined me,â Nick gasps, still numb, and Ethan stifles a giggle, âyou ruined me,â he retorts. They lie like this for a few precious minutes, Ethan still excited as he sits up, ruffling his hair before he fishes around for something, Nick half watching out of the corner of his eye when he sees Ethan hold out Nickâs phone like heâs won a prize.
âUnlock it,â Ethan says, handing it to Nick, who does it without question. Ethan scrolls, finding the groupchat
The chat after Ethan sent a photo of himself went into a frenzy, a long conversation between his two friends going about how hot he is.
Ethan giggles at it, and Nick thinks heâs quite beautiful, pretty brown eyes and that sinful mouth and a tongue that Nick wants to feel a thousand times more.
Nick frowns as Ethan types, lazily trying to grab it back but missing entirely.
âWhat are you typing? Ethan?â
âIâm saying⌠âheâs just been balls deep inside meâ,â Ethan cackles, and Nick shoots up at that, grabbing his phone, seeing the exact words sent by âNickâ in the chat.
âFuck!â he says, âEthan!â
He settles back down, cringing as he sees the messages from Ethan's first text fly in, making Ethan laugh loudly and Nick cringe but smile all the same.
jacob elordi brainrot
Tara: HOLY FUCKKKK
Larray: u little SLUT
Larray: how big is he?
Tara: NICK FINALLY GOT DICK GUYS IM SO PROUD OF HIMM đđđ
Larray: ANSWER ME RN
Ethan snatches it back, taking Nick by surprised then takes a snap of them, Nick hiding half his face under the duvet, Ethan looking far too pleased with himself.
âYou look so cute,â Ethan says, and Nickâs stomach summersaults again, watching Ethan send the picture, waiting for the instant replies.
His phone pinged constantly after the photo was sent, Nick can imagine what kinds of debauchery his two friends are yapping about the situation.
âYour friends are funny,â Ethan laughs, putting the phone aside, and Nick is over his initial embarrassment, especially as Ethan cuddles into him, letting Nick rest in the crook of his neck. He feels Ethanâs arm around him and kisses into his hair so he sneaks an arm around the other, hugging his waist close, enjoying the feel of a smile against his forehead.
âThey got me laid, so, yeah, theyâre ok,â Nick says into Ethanâs chest, Ethan playing with his hair as he mutters, âthey got you completely fucked â ruined â I think you said.â
âShit, let it go,â Nick teases.
âYouâve had better, baby?â Ethan checks, and Nick wants to lie, to tease, to flirt, but he has no energy and itâs preposterous to think he's had better than this. The sex was magnificent, electric, and Nick is still buzzing from it, wondering if heâll ever come down from it.
âNo,â he says shyly, honestly, âyou?â
âNo, shit. I thought so, but you were something else,â Ethan praises, and Nick preens under his compliments and praise, flushing from pride rather than embarrassment this time around.
âYouâre gonna stay, yeah?â Ethan asks, and Nick assumed he was. It feels natural, being here, like this, with Ethan. Nick nods into Ethanâs chest, and Ethan hugs him tighter, promising theyâll chill and order food later, Nick can stay and theyâll watch films.
âMaybe you can make good on your word later,â Ethan growls, âand ride me, bounce on my dick, huh?â
âI canât even think about any physical activity right now,â Nick sighs dramatically, Ethan tickling his ear. Nick has his eyes closed but he can feel Ethanâs huge, beautiful smile, the visual of it imprinted in his brain. Heâs already thinking about it though, climbing on top of Ethan and sitting back on his dick, rolling his hips.
âOkay, sweetheart,â Ethan said, and Nick snuggles into him, making a mental note to thank his friends when he next sees them. Heâs sore but satisfied. All he needs is a nap, some food, and then he thinks heâll enjoy showing Ethan exactly how good he is.
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the lakes (5) // finnick odair x f. reader
summary: it's supposed to be over, you and Finnick are supposed to spend the rest of your lives helping each other heal. living as peacefully as possible, but the the third quarter quell throws a wrench in your domestic bliss.
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midnight rain
2.3k words
warnings: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, mentions of alcoholism bc haymitch is there, brief drinking, allusions to death and violence, rebellion planning, allusions of trafficking/sexual trauma, wanting children, mentions of birth control and class divide, terms of endearment, mental illness, manipulation of someone's feelings, self-hatred, mentions of nausea and allusions to puking, reader being utterly enamored by Finnick, unedited, no use of Y/N
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Harsh wind made your body shake and Finnick immediately wrapped his arms around you. How he always felt like a furnace was something you'd accepted you'd never have the answer to and you gratefully relaxed into him.
âOh look, I just happened to run into you two on the roof, a happy couple just relaxing while they still can." Haymitch's voice pierced the air billowing around you.
âWhat a coincidence.â Finnick took a step closer to where Haymitch was approaching.
"Gives us a perfect chance to talk about allies though.â Your voice was loud enough that if anyone was listening they would be sure to hear your completely pure intentions with a mentor right before everyone's voices conveniently took the octave and pitch down.
âAfter this there's not opting out, so I need to know that you're 100% on board. You could be killed if this gets found out." Haymitch fiddled with his flask.
âWe're already going to be killed, at least this way there's a chance we can stay together and end all of this." He stood close enough now that your soft voice could only be heard within the earshot. Finnick squeezed your hand softly.
Haymitch nodded, âBeetee is in on it too, so is Wiress, but who knows how much of a help she'll be. Plutarch can give us insight into small things before the Games start, but the main point will be finding away for enough chaos to happen that we can get Katniss out of there.â
âSo our job is to get her to trust us, protect her and Peeta so she sticks to the plan that will get her out." Subconsciously Finnick began tapping his fingers on your waist and you rubbed your thumb in circles across his hand to try and soothe whatever it was his mind was running on about.
âYes and we might need to find a way to force that because you weren't doing a great job on that, darling. I can't blame you though, she can be quite difficult.â Haymitch took a swig from the flask, you could only imagine how burning cold the metal must have been. Then he was pointing at you, "The princess here might actually have more luck since in an ever so contradictory way she's less gaudy.â Finnick scoffed. "She'll just have to get over preconceived notions first which isn't usually easy. Going over tributes though the problem would be you as a package deal, so we might have to find a way to force her to ally with everyone anyways.â
Slowly, Finnick nodded, âWe should tell Johanna, she'll definitely be determined even if she doesn't get Katnissâ trust right away."
Haymitch laughed slightly, âOh I think she's already left quite the impression." You could only imagine what Johanna had done and you smiled, her blunt attitude had immediately drawn you to her and it helped that her strategy was slightly similar to yours as far as the tears went.
âYou go, it'll look like you're trying to figure out alliances and not be as suspicious, if they are watching." You kissed Finnick's cheek and reluctantly pushed away from his comforting arms.
"Okay, I'll be back soon. Don't miss me too bad.â He began stepping away so slowly as if he wanted to stay too, which you couldn't imagine why you had to have made his internal heater freeze with every touch.
âOh I already do." He smirked and you walked over the cement bench, patting on it as Haymitch sat down by you. He held his arm out, offering the flask he was holding. You thought about it for a second, but accepted the offer. Earlier assumptions were correct, the metal was so cold it burned the lips right before the alcohol did. âWhat is that?" You scrunched your nose, handing it back to him.
Haymitch chuckled, shaking his head. âOne of their wild, Capitol creations." He shrugged slightly, the idea of carrying a drink around that you couldn't even name just to numb the pain made your head ache for the victor. âSo you tied the knot away from all the pomp and pageantry?"
"They can't have all of me.â Even if they have most of me, went unsaid into the crisp night air. Your body, your tears, what you could give, the raw, violent parts of you forever memorialized for eternity. Now parts of the private ceremony would be exploited, but the moment could never, only the parts you chose to reveal. It was yours.
âGood for you." He took another drink. âThey can only take so much from us, they have to know this was bound to happen." You hummed a yes and reached your hand out which he filled with the cold flask, you took another drink that stung your throat before returning it.
âI don't know how people can have kids when the world is like this." You muttered, looking out at the city below. So badly you wanted a family, Finnick would be a great father, but it seemed impossible to fathom when at any second, for years on end they could be ripped away to be publicly executed for entertainment. If they even managed to survive, horrors lay beyond that, you would never wish for your children to live in a world where they went through what you did.
He shook his head, âDesperation, extra hands, not everyone has fancy Capitol provided ways to prevent pregnancy, Princess."
"Yeah.â You were all too familiar with that. Rich men rarely wanted the possibility of a kid running around with a second-class being even if she was a victor and you took every precaution possible as the fear ate you up inside. They could steal away your body, your intimacy, how you felt with yourself, but if you did escape all of this the only kids you would be having would be yours and Finnick. You wouldn't let them own you in that aspect too. âShe's lucky she and Peeta came off as such a strong case of star crossed lovers, it's saved her in and out of the arena. Saved both of them.â Blankly staring at the stars, too beautiful to shine on such a cruel world.
âThat she is. My so-called defiance lost me everything, everyone and she managed to be so popular that they couldn't do that. It's why we stand a chance, princess.â
You stood up, "I'd wish you a goodnight, but that rarely happens.â You smiled, sadness tainting your eyes.
Haymitch shook the flask, "If it works right, I won't remember a thing.â He said it so sardonically it weighed down your very being. This is what the Capitol did to its child winners, fractured them into being blackout drunk to dodge the nights full of horror.
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You sat on the hallway floor, it's carpet itching your skin as you sat there, head on Conwayâs shoulder.
âThe outfits were so ridiculous, dressing us like prize pigs." He seethed, âNot you I mean though, you didn't look like a pig, the blue looked nice on you-" Conway started rambling to make up for his initial words and you pressed a finger to his soft lips.
"I know what you mean.â You smiled, so softly it looked enamored with his stumbling. It was cute, but not like your Finnick's sureness in all he said. No, not your Finnick, not anymore he was just Finnick, the mentor, the guy from the past. Oh, how you craved his touch, the smell of his salty skin, the sound of his honey like voice. You scolded yourself, now wasn't the time, it couldn't be. You couldn't risk Conway being able to tell if you were thinking about the other man, as if he could somehow read your mind, nevertheless it was too risky.
âThank you for always understanding me, you've always been so sweet since we were children, it's what made me want to be your friend in the first place and then-" He paused, then your lover is what he was holding back. You knew this, his sister had told you once back when you were with Finnick, how jealousy was eating Conwayâs sweet soul alive. âThen made my family love you too."
It was like an arrow in your heart, you weren't sweet, it was more harrowing that he thought so. Your brain encouraged you to persist even though the echoes muttered back how much you should loathe yourself. âNo, you're the sweet one. Always covering for me." You shook your head, keeping the smile glued on your face. His hand was suddenly on your chin, trying to guide you in. His fingers were slightly calloused but there were no sparks, like when Finnick even brushed his atoms into the same vicinity as yours. You leaned in slightly, eyes searching him as if you wanted to know if he really wanted this, of course you knew the answer though. His lips pressed themselves to yours, he tasted just as he sounded, like strawberries and you did like strawberries of course, but not as much as a raw honeycomb.
Just as quickly he pulled away, âI'm sorry." Conwayâs voice spilled out, âI don't know what I was thinking, I know you still have him and all, I just I don't know." He shook his head, rubbing his face with his hands, combing them through his hair anxiously.
âHe's a jerk." He was, but in the best and worst way. âI don't know what I saw in him." You shook your head, sadly staring at the carpet. Urging the tears to present themselves to help cover your lies because you knew exactly what you still saw in him, his humor, his protection, the warmth, and the absolute love and care he exuded with each look, each graze of his fingertips. âEspecially when-" You acted like you were getting choked up on your confession, you disgusted yourself.
Conwayâs fingertips were tilting your head back up to him once again, âReally?" His eyes were eager, so innocent. You had to stop your resilience from breaking, from halting the whole operation. âDo you really mean that because I have for so long and please be honest?"
You were nauseous. Trying not to start gagging on nothing as you nodded. "Of course I do, I just didn't see what's been right in front of me.â He kissed you again and it was overwhelming your senses. Not in the way Finnick did which made you buzz, in a way that made you want to run. When he finally pulled away you forced yourself to let out a sly smile as you began standing. "I'll see you in the morning, we should sleep before all the training tomorrow, making impressions with the other tributes.â
His smile was shy and his eyes were basically begging you to stay with him another night, to hold you. It would certainly help your plan, but you couldn't. It was already too much and you needed senses knocked back into you before you broke. "Goodnight, sleep well." Conway whispered, slowly letting his fingers part from yours as he turned down the hallway. You'd been just outside of your room so you walked to it and opened it right before closing it to make it sound like you'd gone in before making a beeline in the opposite direction for Finnick's. Vainly trying to hold back the dry heaving.
Ever so softly your fists knocked on the door and almost instantly it was open, like he was waiting, like he knew you would be coming. Before another second could pass you'd thrown yourself into the protection of his arms and were weeping.
âI'm a terrible person." You choked out as he carefully shut the door with his foot, wrapping his arms around you even tighter like a blanket.
âNo you're not an angel, it's survival of the fittest." He kissed the top of your forehead burying himself in it.
"Oh God, I'm gonna be sick.â He instantly led you to the bathroom where you were in fact. He didn't leave you though, he pulled out some medicine to soothe your stomach and head. Handing you a glass of water as he soothingly had his hand on the top of your head, stroking your hair. Once you've finished he was brushing your teeth for you.
It should be pathetic to have someone doing that for you, but not when it was him just trying to keep you secure. âGotta open wider, angel." He was diligent and precise before helping pull you up from the edge of the tub to the sink. âOkay now spit. Let's get you into bed, sweet girl."
âThank you, I'm sorry." You muttered out, voice raspy.
âDon't ever be." His warm hands tilted your chin up in a way that melted you into his touch like sugar in tea. âLook at me. You're doing what it takes to survive, which you deserve to do, I'm just doing what you deserve." Your Finnick could make you fall into tears every time, healing the patches of the broken heart you had from the way you were using Conway. âLet's get you to bed." He began to walk out of the bathroom and you softly put your hand on the one trailing away.
"Finnick.â Your voice was tender but the air was so stagnant it felt booming to your ears. He turned to look at you, worry evident. "Can I stay? Please?â Finnick smiled so sympathetically it made your head feel better, like it would float away instead.
"Of course, my love, you can always stay with me, I'll always stay with you.â As you crawled into the sheets that he'd of course emanated his soothing heat onto you knew it was true. Just as you knew you'd always stay with him.
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yknow we do a lot of like stevie realising she's transfem bc of a dare or like robin telling her about queer stuff and having a 'you can do that?' moment, but now im thinking of stevie who figures it out entirely on her own and doesn't know how to tell anyone. like she doesn't fully have the words and even with robin it's like. one thing to be gay but gender stuff is a whole other level and she has no idea where she stands on that
but like, stevie who used to play with his mothers makeup as a child, whose parents would laugh at his antics until he got too old to be so childish, time to act like a Real Boy. and every time he's supposed to act like One Of The Boys he thinks of how it felt when his mom would do his hair for him and comment on how alike they looked, and how much better that felt, and he knows that isn't normal, and he has to be normal
but after the upside down that really seems to matter less. nothings fucking normal anymore, why should steve be? so she starts branching out a little. breaks into her mothers closet again, tries on all the clothes she left behind when she went on her latest trip. slowly amasses a decent collection of makeup by going to several different stores over the course of months with the excuse of 'oh my mom/girlfriend sent me to pick up x'. she doesn't do the Whole Deal often, in case nancy comes over or later in case the kids suddenly ask her to drive them somewhere. doesn't do anything that can't be removed in like three seconds. and she's definitely never telling anyone about this. she doesn't know anyone who would understand.
after starcourt, she wonders about telling robin sometimes. like sure, stevie doesn't like men but she's still like. some kind of queer. robins the only other queer person she knows (and yeah, robin turning her down bc she was only into girls did sort of hurt, but it wasn't robins fault bc she didn't know, and also it turned out stevie just didn't understand what actual friendship felt like so it was for the best anyway), so if she can't tell robin who can she tell?
but something always stops her. robins technically never done anything that makes stevie think she'd be mean about it, but there's something like imposter syndrome keeping her mouth closed. like she's not the right kind of queer. like robins being queer the good and honest way and stevies just being some kind of freak. and yeah, she knows it's dumb to think like that and robin would call her a dingus if she said it out loud, but it sits pretty heavy in her heart
so it's not until after vecna, when stevies on the eddie shift in the hospital and eddie says, while high on possibly every drug in the world, 'man i spent all that time trying to grow my tits and bats ate an entire boob in under five minutes' and stevie goes ??? what???? and eddie, still too high to self-censor, makes some comment like yeah they weren't huge but that black market estrogen i got was finally working its magic, definitely had like an a-cup. rest in peace. and stevies like why were you growing boobs?? 'bc girls are supposed to have boobs, man, keep up'
and eddie passes out again like five seconds later, but stevie just sits there watching her snore with her heart about to beat out of her chest because. holy shit. she's not the only one. eddie might understand, might be able to help her, if she was able to grow her own boobs. stevie would love to grow her own boobs. she'd stuffed some socks down a bra once and they looked lumpy as hell but even just the suggestion of a bust had almost brought her to tears.
and suddenly, looking at the sleeping form of the first person stevie has ever met that she's ever had this so intrinsic thing in common with, everything doesn't seem so scary
#steddie#transfem steve harrington#transfem eddie munson#platonic stobin#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#t4t steddie
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Mcyts x autistic reader
â˘Like autistic reader, who is very open and proud about being autistic. And like openly stems, especially when happy. Hand flaping, finger wiggling, spinning, vocal stims, full body shaking ext
⢠reader is really bad with volume control and often either mumbles or yells. Maybe when talking about something they're interested in, they just scream mid sentence and then carry on.
⢠read unknowingly mimicking there s/o while masking like copying their accents, laughs, boy language or just repeat whatever they just said.
⢠reader info dumps and asks allot of questions (even if that seem obvious)
⢠reader will randomly just stop masking and give like resting bitch face and speak with more monotone voice.
â˘and reader quotes things a lot like shows, movies, tiktoks, and people.
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oooo okay okay!! I did my best here I swear đ I only did Tommy, Freddie, Quackity & Nihachu bc I genuinley had no new ideas for the others so I apologize đđ ranboo and tubbo would've been mixtures of everyone and I'm trying to make them all different and it just didn't work ; also this took way too long and maybe ill do a pt2 of this w them + foolish & charlie and whoever else ; anyways hopefully this is good, I did a little bit of research just in case so yeah djsjskkaka
MCYT ; autistic reader
includes ; tommyinnit, badlinu, quackity, & nihachu
warnings ; language
disclaimers ; i'm not autistic so i referred to req above + some research, i apologize if anything is incorrect
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TOMMYINNIT
he's never had a problem with you being autistic and neither have you, and you're totally fine with him making little jokes or comments because you can most of the time see therough them
he finds your stimming, especially when you're happy and excited, so fucking adorable. he literally crumbles everytime.
he also loves when you have him stim with you
you two have this little finger wiggling thing you do together, reference the "dunga dunga dunga" moment in the amsterdam vlog because I can't describe it đ
if you're spinning to stim, he'll often joke about you getting dizzy or needing to throw up, and halfway join you because you're spinning to create a damn tornado, he can't go that fast LMAO
if somewhere is too loud and you need out, you're going dw, he couldn't care less if you just automatically yell, go nonverbal, or only begin mumbling to him. he's got you
absolutely loves when you're ranting about special interests or hyperfixations
he'll genuinley listen all day long
"and it's so interesting *cue yell* because-"
he'll lightly cringe at the change in volume but don't worry, he's fine. if you ever think differently he'll 100% reassure you that he's alright and he doesn't mind it whatsoever
you'll unknowingly pick up his accent and he'll notice immediately but not point it out, because he's learned that you'll go back to normal after he points it out. he finds it so cute tho
if you're masking in public and get comfy enough, you'll have this miserable looking bitch face and he's just like "Oh they're just like that, don't worry"
you also pick up saying bitch a lot, which he finds hilarious
doesn't understand tone tags a hundred percent but he uses the ones he knows and learns a lot of the other ones as your relationship grows
youre probably quoting total drama and mean girls 24/7 let's be honest
"you're just a homeschooled jungle freak!"
"christ, okay, y/n"
"you know I was quoting mean girls"
whatever phrase he's addicted to saying, you are too
"DARLINGGGGG GUESS WHOS BACK FROM THE PSYCH WARD"
"WHAT THE FUCK?"
FREDDIE BADLINU
always smiles seeing you stim when you're happy/excited
vocal stims with him >>>
9 times out of 10 he'll repeat them after you say them to kind of make it a game, to see who can say ___ the most
you copy his accent and his frequently used phrases a lot
it makes him get all mushy inside because you're literally thinking about him 24/7
info dumping to him >>>> he's always listening bro
he doesn't mind you asking a lot of questions, even if the answer seems obvious. he understands that you don't wanna screw something up or understand something wrong
lots of quoting Garfield. I don't make the rules
"WE'RE BACHELORS, BABY" ; you both quote this often, let's be honest
"whoever moved my shit around should be dragged out onto the street and shot"
"i really hope you're quoting Garfield this time.."
your resting bitch face genuinely makes him giggle, ESPECIALLY the monotone voice
you're also constantly quoting bits from Tommy's show đ or replicating the little dance they learned to introduce Freddie
he apologizes a million times, he just can't take you seriously sometimes (if it's a more lighthearted situation)
he seems like the type to know most the tone tags and knows when to use them, but the ones like /nf trip him up
like wdym nf??? like the rapper?? like the guy from those gacha music videos? what's he doing here?
when you randomly yell when you're talking about a special interest/hyperfixation, he raises his eyebrows with an amused smile and nod
"and *cue yell* it's so fucked up but so good!"
"yeah?"
NIKI NIHACHU
she's picked up some stimming from you
you guys finger wiggle little whiskers, like ants or some sort of bug
spinning when you're exited >>>
she cheers you on to try and get you to go faster LMAO
bad with volume control? that's totally fine. she completely understands
giggles whenever you get loud mid-sentence and playfully throws her hands up like you scared her
"Peter... the horse is here"
"is it now?" she giggles
always quoting tik toks and vines istg
ALEX QUACKITY
"road work ahead? yeah, I sure hope it does"
"THIS IS THE BEST DAMN CHICKEN I HAVE EVER HAD"
"oooo I love that scarlet color" she smiles
"I love that scarlet color" you whisper
she loves when you info dump about your special interests/hyperfixations, especially if it's something she's not really into but will gladly hear you talk about because it's interesting
she's also very on it with tone tags just in case, whether you tell her you need them or not
"I'll kill you wtf"
"/J /J SORRY"
she knows every single tone tag, if there was a tone tag test, she'd ace it
the monotone voice and bitch face always scare her for a moment, she's gotta make sure if you're okay and just not masking or if you're actually upset about something
she always gets you gifts surrounding your special interests/current fixations
bro if you're a fanfic writer... she's ur number one reader. absolutely lovessss your writing
you'll pick up her soft tone of voice and the accent and she will do anything but point it out, she loves knowing that she's the one paying attention to it, and seeing you just catch onto something and for you to not notice
need compression for comfort? he's there, any squeezing or form of compression you need is there
need to squeeze his hand? go ahead. need a tight ass hug? he's there
always does a proud smile when he sees you stim, especially in public
generally proud that you aren't masking in public and you're comfortable being yourself
he'll even stim with you sometimes to make you not feel weird about stimming in public and shit đ
you catch onto his mannerisms a lot, like adjusting your hair, any hats/beanies, talking with your hands, etc
like you'll catch yourself going to adjust your sunglasses and you don't have any on. you realize "wait I've been watching him do it all night, have I been doing that??"
so much info dumping and he's here for it
"wait, what then?"
"she *cue louder talk/almost yell* fucking dies! it was either die or suffer!"
"holy shit, for real?"
you guys are both quoting dumb shit let's be honest
modern family quotes.... you can't go an hour without them
always mumbling "gotta fix that step" it's a vocal stim atp
there's not even a step to fix.
"THERE IS NO DONE IN DUNPHY!!"
"YEAH BEAT HIS ASS Y/N YOURE THE BEST PVPER EVER"
y/u/n was slain by Tubbo
"oh"
"I'm the cool dad, that's my thang, I'm hip"
"y/n I can't do this today" He cackles
#lowkeyrobin#mcyt x reader#mcyt preferences#mcyt oneshot#mcyt x gn reader#tommyinnit x reader#badlinu x reader#freddie badlinu x reader#quackity x reader#alex quackity x reader#quackityhq x reader#niki nihachu x reader#nihachu x reader
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I loved your fic with Draco sm! Is there any way you can do head canons of dating him with the same reader in the fic pls!(If that makes sense)
thank you so much for the request and sorry for the delay in writing it, i was lacking inspiration, and tbh iâm not particularly fond of this one, but anyway. i did a little moodboard to accompany it, bc why not. hope you like it âĄ
WARNING : slightly toxic (possessive) but nothing crazy, thereâs a nsfw part at the end.
moodboard & headcanon of dating draco malfoy based on this fic
⢠with cedric out of the picture, draco and you resumed hanging out together as much as before, recreating your old routines from when you were friends.
⢠however, you needed some weeks to appropriately get over your messy breakup and completely move on from your past relationship.
⢠during this time, draco was patient bc he knew soon enough you would be all his. he provided comfort, listened to you, and reassured any insecurities caused by the cheating
⢠a month after your break-up, draco asked you out on a proper date to your favorite restaurant in town, followed by a night drive, knowing you loved driving around at night.
⢠he used this opportunity to once again admit his feelings to you in a less messy way than the first time, and you exchanged a sweet and soft kiss that lasted for endless minutes because neither of you were ready to pull away from this sweet feeling.
⢠at the beginning of your relationship, you feared that your friendship might not survive the transition into a romantic relationship. however, dracoâs persistent and genuine efforts to win you over gradually erode your doubts.
⢠after a few months of dating, he was completely infatuated with you, feeling like you had him wrapped around your little finger.
⢠sometimes he silently wonders to himself  how tf did I manage to make this girl mine? 
⢠regularly catch him staring at you like you were one of the 7 wonders of the world
⢠he canât help but think youâre his greatest blessing and secretly feels very grateful that cedric messed up with you, so he couldâve his chance.
⢠heâs very affectionate in public, holding your hand or placing his hand on your thighs, waist, or shoulders. always craving to touch you.
⢠you resume attending every one of his quidditch matches, eventually wearing his jersey with his name written on the back. he couldnât be prouder.
⢠if he scored good points or grabbed the golden snitch he would immediately look at you or blow a kiss in your direction.
⢠you now attend every malfoyâs ball as his date, dancing and sipping fancy champagne all night together (narcissa eventually made a comment that she âknews from the very beginning they would end togetherâ).
⢠literally nobody could make you laugh like him. he loves the sound of your laughter so much that he would try to be as funny as possible. not at the point of making a fool of himself, but just little silly jokes or sarcastic remarks here and then.
⢠spoil you rotten with whatever you want, if you pass in front of a store window and say you like this, you will have it tomorrow morning.
⢠he buys you expensive gifts as well, but most of time meaning presents. like he would buy a book for you and leave a little note on the inside, telling you why he thinks you would like it.
⢠take you on date in a fancy dinner, he reserved the whole rooftop of the restaurant just to be in calm place with you, giving you a beautiful bouquet of your favourite flowers.
⢠write you love letters time to time when his feelings are overwhelming and he donât know how to express them out loud. just to remind you how grateful he is to have you in his life and how you are his safe place.
⢠he could be very territorial and easily jealous.
⢠youâre his and he needs to showing that to anyone that seemed to forget.
⢠he treats you like royalty, always making sure you feel like a princess.
⢠he sleeps poorly if he isnât next to you, so he would literally beg you to stay sleeping with him in his dorm. not that you are complaining because, being a prefect, he has an individual and very comforting dormitory. so, after a couple of weeks, his dorm becomes your dorm too.
⢠first time you made love, you were so nervous about not being experienced enough, but draco was reassuring, affirming that youâd âalways be so perfect for me, darlingâ. he approached the moment with gentleness and care, ensuring you felt comfortable and safe.
⢠as you both grew more comfortable with each otherâs bodies, dracoâs confidence grew too, showing his cocky and dominant self. leading to more playful and occasionally rough sex session.
⢠he never gets enough of you. very insatiable.
⢠could have a boner in public just by looking too long at you or thinking too much about you.
⢠could be horny anywhere and anytime. and if youâre too, could fuck you anywhere and anytime.
⢠never pressures you into doing anything youâre not comfortable with.
⢠he enjoys rough (but not harsh) and soft dom sex the most (and fortunately, youâre into it too).
⢠however, there are times when he just wants to make love to you very slowly and lazy. he adores lazy sex on sundays afternoons.
⢠receiving oral sex is a must, he loves it but it's not necessary (except after a quidditch loss, he needs to fuck your throat to relieve his nerves). BUT giving you head such an hobbie for him. eating you out like a starving man.
⢠he makes you wear his shirt after sex.
⢠he literally worships your body and he's the king of aftercare. brings you snacks if youâre starving, makes you a bath to relax the both of you, and whatever you want, because you were âjust too good for me, my precious little angelâ.
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AITA for telling my friend that her boyfriend should get a real job?
So my friend (f20) and i (f21) met two years ago through college and a few months afterwards she began seeing this guy. They had a little bit of a back and forth thing but started dating after a while. Now iâve never been very fond of him, heâs really loud and abrasive and has no respect for anything except her it seems. He moved in with her pretty shortly after them getting together (which i also didnât like bc it seemed very rushed) but my friend explained to me that he really couldnât go on living in the room he had rented before bc apparently it was a total shitshow. All this has always seemed kind of untrustworthy to me bc why does she randomly pick up this guy who has no money of his own and immediately lets him move in with her? Anyways. They seem to be really happy, my friend only ever talks about him very fondly even though he literally has no manners (i came to their apartment once and he greeted me wearing nothing but an old shirt and boxers, drinking milk directly from the carton. When i told my friend about this she only laughed and said âthatâs the way he isâ).
Before they got together we used to have weekly nights out with our friend group but sheâs been absent more often than not lately, always claiming to have âdatesâ with her boyfriend like girl come on youâre literally living together you donât always have to go on dates. Iâm not kidding theyâre literally doing the most normal shit like taking walks in the park and watching movies but apparently itâs more important than her friends lol.
Also important for this is the boyfriendâs financial situation: he seems to come from a very poor background though i donât know any specifics but he doesnât have a lot of money. He has a job as an acrobat in a circus but the circus is very small and only performs around christmas time meaning: throughout the entire year he only goes to training and hangs out at home otherwise. He also obviously doesnât make much from that.
I used to think he might be a gold digger bc my friends family is like, really rich but she told me that he didnât even know about it until a few months into the relationship when he offered her to help with the rent (how even, he has almost no money of his own and she buys literally everything for him) and she revealed to him that she owned the apartment.
Now. This is why i might be the asshole. I didnât think i was when it happened but the reaction of my friend made me think otherwise.
I was visiting them a few days ago and heard her boyfriend complaining about how he was sooo bored and didnât know what to do after getting up at 12:30 pm. I couldnât take it anymore and said âwell maybe if you got a real job this wouldnât happenâ because apparently he doesnât understand that some people actually have to work for real and donât have girlfriends to buy them everything.
My friend didnât hear it at the time but he must have told her because the next day she was absolutely fuming, telling me that circus acrobat was a real job and that i shouldnât be so condescending because heâd had a really hard life and that sheâd do anything to make him a little happier now. I apologized and all seems fine now but i still feel kind of bad about it because she was so angered by it.
so, AITA tumblr?
What are these acronyms?
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