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hel-phoenyx · 10 months

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A will reading is quite the difficult task. Would it be from a normal family, or one as dysfunctionnal and shattered as the van Heel were.

They were back there a month after Adelheid's tragic death by morphine-induced euthanasia. A family reunion most unexpected, gathering not only the children of the first dutch fortune, but also her brother, unable to hide his vindictive smile, his ex-wife, recently divorced after a serial cheating scandal, and all of the little cousins : some here willingly, some forced, and Annelies, who even if she wasn't the five year-old child they knew before the van Heel trial anymore, didn't understand at all what was at stake.

All she knew was that her cousins she hasn't seen in person for so long were back, and that they brought her presents for her birthday. It didn't matter that said birthday was a month ago, the happiness was still there.

Her delighted screams were the only light of that somber day.

"Emerens! Elvira! Mareva! I missed you so much!"

A tired smile formed on her cousin's lips. Annelies wasn't the only one who missed her cousins, and her smile full of joy was enough for Emerens to hope this day woudn't be too tiring.

"Hi, Annie. Nice to see you too, lil' fairy. Still into dinosaurs ?"

"You bet ! Are those presents for me ?"

"Well, I doubt Leonard would enjoy pterodactly-shaped presents..."

Said Leonard rolled his eyes, but kept his mouth shut. After all, it was about the happiness of his little sister, the only one in the family that didn't hate him the slightest. And he knew better than to cross Emerens when he had that tired expression.

All of them knew better.

Annelies unpacking her gifts, Emerens sighed before shaking hands with the rest of the family. Even Leonard, which was surprising, or his aunt, looking at him with a sort-of regretful look. The only one ignored, be it by Emerens or his sisters, was their uncle.

Even at almost sixty, he still knew how to scoff disapprovingly.

"Where are your manners, boy?"

"I would ask you the same thing," hissed Mareva with a rictus. "You didn't even look in our general direction."

Their uncle completely ignored the youngest van Heel sister. He was fixiated on Emerens, his eyes gleaming with victory. After all, he thought, that will reading only means one thing for him : That fortune Adelheid ripped away from him years ago was finally back into his hands. Years late, but who cared ? He was a very patient man. And his nieces and nephew were deemed unworthy.

Emerens knew that. As much as he knew his uncle didn't care about his stance on the matter as much as he himself didn't care about that will.

As such, why would he care about a sad, sad man pursuing money he didn't want ? Being here was enough of a force of will. Knowing their family, there would be a mandatory trip to the retirement house their grandparents were, after the visit of the tomb where rested a woman presenting him as a poisoned gift her very last moments.

Both the family and the money they harbored were a poison.

"Please try to be civil, uncle. The whole family is here."

"With most difficulties to reunite, may I remind you, boy," sneered the man, savoring his victory. "What were you doing in Japan, exaclty, that warranted a month between poor Addie's death and the will reading ? Still indulging in that childish lifestyle of yours?"

Mareva crossed her arms in disapproval.

"Just say you wanted to see the money in your account immediatly and get it over with, uncle. None of us care about your antics nor your opinion."

The sharp tone of the youngest sister, added with her signature icy stare, promplty put and end to the venom-spitting. That, added with the realisation the inheritance cost him the approval of the rest of his family, was enough to bring back the silence in the attorney's waiting room. A silence only broken by the sound of Annelies playing with her new toys, and the occasionnal sound coming from Justen's phone.

Finally, the door opened, revealing master Berkenbosch in the flesh, holding a sealed enveloppe. He went to shake hands with all of the family, including Annelies pushed by her mother to say hello to the attorney. The courtesy were quickly cut short by a very in a rush uncle, hurrying in the office to sit on one chair.

"Money-hungry fucker," grumbled Carlijn, talking for the first time since the beginning of the family reunion. "At least act a little bit sad, your fucking sister just died."

"That would be hypocritical," said Emerens, a little wicked smile forming on his lips. "Do I look sad to you?"

"Fair point."

She followed her father in the office, before Leonard who sighed and took Justen and Annelies by the hand. Their mother soon followed, leaving only the siblings and Willelmien in the waiting room.

Willy shrugged, looking at Emerens.

"I still don't get why we all had to be here."

"Adelheid's wishes," said Elvira. "Frankly I don't get it either. Both Emerens and I are exonered of that by law. But we still had to be here... I have a bad feeling about this."

"Yeah, me too," added Mareva, the worry weighing on her face. "She woudn't make that much drama to just give it all to her brother."

Emerens closed his eyes.

"Let's not talk about bad outcomes, you're gonna jinx it. Let's just get this over with."

The three women nodded, and followed Emerens in the office, taking the last available chairs. Master Berkenbosch waited for them to settle before showing to all the enveloppe, thick enough to hold the whole van Heel empire.

"Apologises for the delay. You see, mister and mrs van Heel's deaths were so close that we had to first handle the matter of mr van Heel's will. Since he left all of his possessions to mrs van Heel, we had to treat them as part of her last wishes."

His face went a bit sour.

"It was most difficult considering her will was sealed. But we managed to reach a legal outcome satisfying enough. Some things probably will still need to be worked out after the reading, though."

"Sealed ?!" Exclamed Leonard, his face dripping absolute stupefaction. "Why would it be sealed ? She wasn't stupid to the point where she, sick and bedridden, would believe herself sharp enough to handle alone the succession of a whole financial empire !"

"Yes, sealed," sighed the attorney. "She got legal councelling of course, more considering she was unable to write, but my colleague has swore secrecy. This made things complicated."

"I told you not to jinx it," grumbled Emerens in a low voice. Willy laughed a little bit. Not for long, though. The implications of Adelheid's will being sealed were too heavy, and all the van Heels were starting to realise that.

Why would it be sealed if not to make it a surprise for everyone involved, secret until it would be impossible to change for any of the involved parties ?

Doubt was creeping on the so-proud uncle's face. Said doubt that gripped Emerens's heart with the strenght of a falcon's claw. All this time he would slither out of evey family related matter. His emancipation, the trial, Adelheid's last moments, all this done to cut ties with a heavy-blooded past.

But falcons always were snakes' predators.

The attorney unsealed the enveloppe, pulling out pages and pages of the will. All would be handled well, he trusted, according to the law : Adelheid van Heel wasn't woman who didn't think of all outcomes. He was well-prepared for whatever he would say to the only living and able members of the family, all gathered in front of him.

Despite all this, however, his face turned into a frown when he read the first words.

"I, Adelheid Elizabeth Leonora van Heel, hereby leave all my possessions..."

The uncle winced in surprise. All of it ? Even he didn't hope to have that much. He expected at least part of the money to go to his children, espacially considering the help Leonard and Justen were in managing the empire during her sickness. Maybe some of it to Mareva, considering Adelheid was hellbent on keeping him out of her business. but not all of it to one person.

He was starting to believe this person wasn't him.

No matther, he thought. The heir would probably be Leonard. Justen was too young to handle the whole weight of the empire. And he still had enough grip on his son to at the very least get enough money for a comfortable retirement with all he ever wanted, on his foolish younger sister's money.

In the entirety of humankind, a man had never been more wrong.

"My actions, my entreprises, my housing and all my personal fortune..."

Stress was rising in the office for very different reasons.

But the attorney carried on. Merciless.

"... To my son, Emerens Michael Andreas van Heel, effective the moment the present will is read."

There was more words to be said.

But none of them could hear them.

Only the buzzing of Adelheid very last trick was ringing in their ears.

Nine heads turned towards Emerens. Nine looks varying from worry to extreme disgust, going through absolute surprise.

Nothing close of the horror displayed on his face.

"What ?!?!?"

***

"You piece of shit !!!"

The expression on the face of the ridiculed uncle was far, far from that never-ending calm and smooth victory he displayed earlier. Once out of the attorney's office, after hours and hours of legal talking, his very first action was to grab his nephew by the collar, pushing him against the wall.

Green eyes looked in green eyes with the exact same disgust.

"How the fuck are YOU the one favored ?! You're not even a part of this family anymore because of your fucking childish behavior !"

"Father, shouted Leonard, let him go right now-"

But there was no one to listen to that very well-meaning demand. Emerens felt the hands of his uncle tighten on his neck, ready for the kill. Not that it would benefit him. Would he die right now, all his possessions would go to his daughter as of the law.

Maybe he should make a will too. After all, we never know when the self-destructing feeling would win against his willpower.

"Why are you asking me ?" He hissed, putting all the disgust that sad, angry man inspired him in his sultry voice. "Do you think I wanted this ? Do I look like the kind of man that would only come back in a family he got emancipated from only to get all the money?"

The obvious answer was no, and even the stupidest of idiots would get that. Leonard, trying with all his little jurist's strenght to pull his father away from his cousin, got that. Carlijn, looking at the confrontation with ureadable eyes, got that. Even his aunt, whose presence indicated she probably hoped to get something more from the divorce, got that.

But the uncle, lost in his rage and loss and stupefaction, didn't.

"Don't sass me, boy. You know damn well you're not entirely a stranger in this mess ! I could so easily sue you for abuse of the inheritance laws... Who's to tell you didn't kill her and fabricated the will, you little bitch ?!"

The accusation was heavy. Heavier than the sudden silence in the waiting room. Leonard stopped pulling his father's arms, Carlijn's eyes were wide in stupefaction, and even Justen and Annelies weren't saying a damn thing. Rage was burning on Elvira and Mareva's side, with Willy looking absolutely disgusted by her father, but nothing could compare to Emerens' face, trapped in the coldest of ice.

"How dare you, uncle ?! Screamed Elvira with absolute disgust. Were you there when she died to throw such words to us?!"

"Fucking apologize," hissed Mareva. "Apologize to all that damned family for that damned scene!"

But there was no reasoning to be done.

Knowing he hit a nerve, the uncle smiled. Wickedly.

"Not denying, are we ? Yes, boy, I know you were there when she died, alone in the same room! I know the executor of the euthanasia was made unclear on the contract, I know doctors weren't present for a long time! What conjecture is there to be made, Emerens ?"

Maybe he thought he won, with his threat, far less empty than we would believe it to be. Maybe he thought he would see his nephew, a boy he considered so weak, fold and renegociate the terms of the will to avoid a scandal. Maybe he thought he could manipulate the heir van Heel.

Whatever he thought didn't prepare him to the venomous expression his victim harbored.

Claws gripped the uncle's wrist, eyes widened, and slitted pupils pierced through that oh so solid resistance he believed to harbor.

Words followed that piercing gaze. Words carrying icebergs with every letter.

"What's the rush, uncle ? You look so eager to put me to court, I'd almost believe there is a hidden motive. Tell me, do I have to learn about more illegitimate cousins you have to pay pension to?"

the sudden noise coming from behind was probably the sound of Leonard choking on his own saliva, or maybe Carlijn hysterical laugh or the outraged exclamations of his aunt put in front of the evidence. None of that noise reached Emerens, though. His uncle was still holding his collar, but his wicked expression was shattering, revealing behind a world of shock and panic.

Not that he cared about that.

"Throwing accusations so hastily, a shame for the legacy you are so proud of, wouldn't you think ? And so baseless compared to the countless mothers that come to trial to try and rip from you part of the family fortune. Yes, I know all about your little scheming," he smiled, more and more icy. "You never were a man to be trusted with secrecy..."

"Why you-!"

"So yeah, take me to court for a fortune I never wanted, see what good it brings to you when the judge realize there is no proof of what you are accusing me. Prove to the world why exactly you weren't even a part of that will. Expose how much you were unfit of being the heir van Heel."

A prey. That's what was his uncle at this exact moment. Holding the snake's neck does nothing about the venom he spit in your mouth. And the grip of that detested nephew was less of fingers grabbing his wrist, and more of the trap laid by a boa's tail, ready to swallow hin whole.

There was no rebuttal to be done.

Only running away to save what was left of him.

One by one, the van Heels left the attorney's waiting room. Some of them spared a worried look to Emerens, still against the wall, still engulfed in ice. Finally, were only left him, his sisters and Willy, looking at him with a sisterly-worried gaze.

Her first words, however, werent what he expected them to be.

"Did you kill her ?"

"Of course not, he sighed. I have every reason to, but she doesn't deserve my falling in madness. She did, however, die in front of me."

"Yeah, I expected as much, said Elvira. That outcome is weird, tho."

"Agreed, added Willy. Like, after today even more, I knew that piec of crap woudn't get anything, acting like he did. But I didn't expect all of this to go to you. Why not Mareva, or even Leonard and Justen ?"

Mareva grimaced.

"I have a theory, if Emerens wants me to say it..."

"Go ahead. We'll probably agree on that, anyway."

She nodded.

"Adelheid was hellbent on creating her own lineage. The problem is that it was doomed from the start, after Emerens's emancipation and our running away. Giving her possessions back to her brother would be an acknowledgment of defeat. And I don't think she believed Leonard or Justen fit to handle everything. No matter what happened, it would be the end of the van Heel legacy as she believed it to be."

"So," completed Emerens with a tired tone, "she did exactly what she knew would piss off all of us the most. She gave everything to the most unwilling one."

Elvira gritted her teeth in disgust, eyes brimming with rage.

"That old, stupid, disgusting fucking hag-"

"I do believe she still thought of you as the most fit for the job, Emerens, added Mareva, cutting right through Elvira's insults. You did show abilities she endorsed as worthy. But for the rest, I agree with you. She couldn't have not known you would destroy everything she worked for the moment you got the option to."

A smirk found its way on Emerens's face, full of the spite he harbored since he was thirteen.

"You bet I will. Let's have a little cousin reunion so I can share all of this shit in the most anticapitalist way."

#hel ocs #la peste moderne #lpm #hel stories #hel writing #gosh that took longer than I expected. but here it is #I wanted a lil text about the van Heel inheritance without polluting my wattpad with an Emerens overdose sooooo #let's just say their family history is complicated.#Emerens will probably end up giving to the state all the actions and entreprises and share the money btwn charity and his cousins btw #he's a die-hard socialist

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confetti-critter · 6 months

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The night is young and I am free to do whatever my heart desires but unfortunately I have once again found myself trapped in the Time Prison and so I

#the good old 'I don't feel like doing anything including doing nothing and I want to go to bed but I know I'm not tired'#WEH.#I'm enjoying typing but I don't want to commit to practicing typing for real so I'm just making excuses to type more #I was looking at custom ESC keycaps because I was thinking about that whole community of ppl obsessed with keyboards and like I get it I #like the clicky clacking and keyboards can look so pretty but some of those key caps man wtf.#why would you want 3D transparent donald duck ESC key from temu what is wrong with you #saw a set of key caps that were little kittys with little kitty ears n I was like fuuuuuuuuuck #49.00 USD probably 100000 CAD+shipping goto helllll #I was thinking about what if I had like confetti keycaps and a custom kittycake esc key or like an actual little cake and matching desk mat #or even just a new cute mousepad cuz mine is old as fuck and I spilled vegetable cream stew on it once #and then I was thinking like sighhh and wouldn't it be cool to have arcade carpet on the stairs leading down to my basement hovel and #rainbow lights along the ceiling corners and what if I painting my bedroom like I wanted to do and sighhhhh #I haven't been wasting my money buying shit like that but I'm thinking about it again.#but the same thing stopping me from doing anything at all is stopping me from wasting my money which like that's good I guess???????#gosh I really like typing why did I stop doing daily typing practice #oh yea The Thing Stopping Me From Doing Anything At All #meow meowm meow meow meow #ok I really gotta tear myself away from my computer and brush my teethses and try going to bed #I already played minecraft earlier it's fine I didn't do NOTHING tonight it just feels like I did #and tomorrow is another day #and next week is a short work week thank fucking christ almighty #literally cuz its easter sunday and he was in that tomb but he escaped or whatever he did #thanks jeezy boy #you maybe shoulda milked it for like half a week at least #moved the big ass boulder like have an inch at a time #*pause for laughter*#that s from my new stand up comedy routine do uiuop like it djfskll;askjdgflksjdflksajdflksjdf the dsjalkjfolidasfgjoiweljsdalkjflskdjflak #meowww #I am the only one I know on here who 'talks' this fucking much about absolutely nothing #I do all this and my poor followers can click read more and spend time reading alllllll this garbage

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sailing-ever-west · 10 months

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in my sanji era (waiting tables at my job even though that's not really what my job is supposed to be and im grumpy about it)

#i work at my school so they're like hEY WORK AT THIS DONOR DINNER AS A SERVER THE DONORS LOVE TO SEE STUDENTS SERVING THEM #like alright that's slightly degrading but ill take the money #to clarify it's not degrading to wait tables it's degrading to wait tables as an exhibition for rich people and not because it's my job #idk i feel on display but im probably overreacting lol #im just imagining them being like Oh Look barbara it's the poor people our money goes to :')) the school offers them employment how niiice #gosh am i actually a little bit of a jerk??? dhfjgjgj #i just hate doing a job where the reason isn't my skills but to get random people's attention. like stop looking at me #i don't want to be perceived #it's not a big deal but it feels uncomfy to me a little

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sinnamonstache · 1 year

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Just lost my job.. so I wanna try to get back into drawing.

However I’m.. not exactly comfortable picking up where I left off? I’ve changed a bit, mentally, and like. My interests aren’t very different, but…. I don’t think I can stomach making the same content I did before. I don’t know that I want it to attached to whatever I do going forward, either. I want to get more into OCs and stuff, if possible.

That said.. I know some of y’all really wanted that old art back. So I’m weighing my options…

I’ve considered making some kind of archive, but idk how to.. twitter frustrates me and feels far too public, given the subject-matter 😔 I may use it going forward but it doesn’t feel like the right place for my old works

I may just re-start with a new username and let this one lie...?

#idk.. what do you think?#i don’t even know really how anyone feels about the kinda shit I was making #i ONLY see the purity culture type shit these days and i feel.. idk #kinda lost..#I’m not gonna be doing RPF anymore.. just to be clear #***PROBABLY #I must admit i dont trust myself with any promises these days..#I’m just.. oh man. well. probably as uncomfortable as I should have been to begin with?#i might just go back to being silent idk #sorry y’all idk what I’m doing..#i miss y’all a lot.. sorry I vanished 😔💚#also like.. tired bc I’m trying to think of ways to make money to survive rn and #one of my thoughts has been to put my old art together and offer a purchasable download or something #idk if anyone would want that??#at a reasonable price of course.. ik we’re all going thru it rn #hhhgn gosh okay im leaving now but inbox is open if anyone has thoughts..

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kanene-yaaay-o-retorno · 2 years

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Sometimes I just remember that a Muiraquitã amulet is known for bringing good luck, happiness and health to the person that has it but you can't just *buy* it for yourself. for the amulet work it needs to be a gift which means that everytime I see someone buying a Muiraquitã I am like "Oh, this person wishes someone well. oh."

Muiraquitã = this lil bean right here ^

#Humanity is made for love and kindness etc etc #Peace and love on planet earth #Gosh I just went to a store full of Marajoara and a lot of native arts and artfacts and HOLY GOSH how I wish I had like 300 moneys-#-to spend there. Everything was so BEAUTIFUL and NICE #Anyway this makes me think about Brazil's folklore which meqns that I am once again thinking about the book that I want to write about it #But i still don't have the knowledge or the guts for it so ghfwtdwgfwfagqf #Me being me #Muiraquitã is a whole more than just an amulet but I am not the most acknowledged bean to talk about that but it is really an interesting-#-thing so feel free to take a look at it if u want to know more :D

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simptasia · 1 year

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personally i don’t think anything should cost money. if it were up to me, we’d star trek this shit up and do away with that needless cause of so much suffering

however. bare min? we should at least make it so things that humans (and animals) literally need to live? that should be free. so that would be: food, water, medicine, housing, and the means for temperature control

those five things, at the very least, should be an undeniable right to all living beings. the fact that so many people can’t wrap their minds around that baffles me. and tells me my dream of No Money is a long way away

#sigh #''but people have to EARN these things!'' you're sick and demented #why should a person have to earn being alive #''but resources!'' we no longer live in a time when any of these things are rare #we don't HAVE to make the tough choices about who lives or dies gosh damn it #there is enough food and water and housing. the idea that there isn't is a fucking lie #to keep the rich cunts in power #they want us to think food is rare #''but some people don't deserve food'' 1. ur evil and 2. it's not a matter of deserving #fact of the matter is people literally have to eat and drink and be warm #we DIE without those things. and fun fact: living organisms tend to wanna avoid death #so starvation is such a painful way to die. fuck you #i was talking with my friend the other way and something obvious came to mind:#and that's ''gosh damn humans have to eat a lot. we gotta do that every day. multiple times. it's such a constant thing''#and i didn't mean that in a bad way. i was just musing. Bitches Gotta Eat #sure you CAN go days without eating but you fucking shouldn't #i'm annoyed #i'm so annoyed by capitalism and money and i yearn for star trek :(#oh also entertainment and art and creative expression are totally human needs too. like we'd go insane without them #but i was going for the basic physical needs. sustenance. means to correct aliments. a home base for living. warmth or coolness #like. the You'd Die Without It needs

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unhinged-nymph · 2 years

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#i told myself I wasn’t going to do posts like this anymore but here we are #please ignore #i truly don’t understand what I’m supposed to be living for #I’m tired and sad and so so broke and I have no energy or motivation or inspiration to do ANYthing #I’m trying really hard to convince myself that this is all worth it but like??#the math ain’t mathin #i don’t get to experience love or intimacy #I’m in a job that I’m so sick of but I don’t have the energy to try to find a new one #especially because I don’t even want to work to begin with #i can’t get myself to focus long enough to read or write #i literally come home from work and just stare at the ceiling #or I’m running myself ragged doing colorguard bullshit #i don’t want to do any of this anymore it’s so boring and overwhelming at the same time #and like the world is literally falling to shit around us?#and there’s nothing I can do about it #i just don’t know if I’ll ever find something that makes life worth living #gosh everything seems so pointless and hopeless #I’m not even sad really just so fucking disappointed in myself and this dumb little life #and now what? how am I supposed to fix this? what can I even do?#i have no money no support no back up plan nowhere to go nothing to do #I’m just stuck here with no way out because I’m so alone and mentally I’ll and honestly just so discouraged #i keep thinking that I’ve found my new rock bottom and then someone throws down a shovel and tells me to start digging #i have no idea where to go from here #i keep trying to just take it a day at a time but days just keep coming and going and things get worse not better #and I fall further and further behind #and I’m simply just not strong enough to do anything about anything #I’m OVER this

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cagesings · 2 years

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@heygutlcss / riff sent: “ i know, i know. you asked me to leave you alone. but that was two weeks ago, okay? and i haven’t heard from you. you aren’t answering my texts, you aren’t even reading them. nobody’s seen or heard from you, and… and now i just want to know that you’re okay. so please, open your door, and let me make sure that you’re safe, will you? “( i'm assuming it's cause the judge found out? not sure how modern would work for them but i am intrigued!)

he wasn’t supposed to be there. the moment her guardian practically threw her into that place, johanna waited, rocking back and forth on her heels, for anthony. for anthony who she knew would find her. for anthony who would save her from this personal hell. during the more-than limited visiting hours, she waited with her stomach full of fire for one of the nurses to peek into the room she was assigned to with all the other girls they told her were like her, and wait for her to say that she had a visitor. it would be anthony. it would be anthony and johanna would nearly skip to the little jail-like area where the visitors were allowed and he would be there. when the nurse finally popped her head into the room during visiting hours and johanna followed her to that little area, it was not anthony.

it was him.

anthony told her about him once. anthony told her everything. on the day of their high school graduation, he showed her a picture he had saved on his phone and told her all about the friend he made in new york city. anthony mentioned him before that but johanna actually got a name that day. riff. not the name on his birth certificate. anthony shrugged and told her that’s what everyone called him. he told her that riff was going to come to their wedding. johanna watched as he ordered the plane ticket for him. ordering that plane ticket meant it was real. that they were going to get married.

johanna slid into the chair across from riff, staring back at him with the eyes of a wounded deer. this is anthony’s friend, she told herself in order to try to calm herself down. he probably just found her first and he would tell her that anthony is on his way. it didn’t prevent her leg from bouncing up and down though.

he told her the worst news of her life. he told her anthony was dead. she didn’t believe him. not until he showed her proof of the accident that killed him. not until he told her about how he called her name in the hospital room and the barber and the baker he told her about were at his side when he took his final breath. johanna didn’t believe him but once she could, she knew it was the judge who was behind it.

the clock on the wall ticked away at the minutes as the thoughts in her head screamed louder than any of the patients in the building ever could. if anthony was dead, the plan she came up with in the many months she was there was over. until she looked back up at riff who was somehow still sitting in front of her.

will you marry me? johanna asked him. it was the only way she figured out how to escape with anthony. the only people who could get her released from the hospital were either her legal guardian who put her here or her spouse. her directions were direct and whispered. if he could get a marriage license and the necessary paperwork, she already asked one of the girls to sign as a witness ( at the coast of having to help her hide her food for a week and a half ) and a man who previously became an officiant for his sister’s wedding. they only had to hope that he was himself the day riff came back as a visitor.

when he returned, the papers were signed swiftly. the guards nodded at riff to leave. a few days felt like all those months she already waited but by the end, a nurse gave her the clothes she came in back and johanna was free to leave. with her husband.

they stayed under the radar for months. longer than johanna expected it to be. they fought. they misunderstood each other. for the first time in her entire life, she got a phone. just so they could keep track of each other. even all the fighting between the two of them was too good to be true.

it was another fight. the walls were too suffocating. the air was too thick to breath. johanna did the one thing she tried to do for her entire life. run away. she wasn’t leaving for good. she simply needed some fresh air. apparently, the need for some fresh air could lead to a black car pulling up beside her and the window rolled down to reveal the face of the man she hated most. the next thing she knew, johanna was back in her old bedroom.

her forehead leans against the door, pausing to speak until after he was done. she couldn’t read his texts. the judge took her phone and smashed it on the table right in front of her. one of the pieces flew against her skin. there’s still a red mark from it on her wrist. it wasn’t supposed to be two weeks ( is that how long it’s been? ). it wasn’t even supposed to be two hours. why he’s here, she doesn’t understand.

❝ how did you find it? here? ❞ johanna raises her voice just loud enough for riff to hear on the other side of the door. ❝ you’re lucky the judge isn’t here, you know that right? if he were here . . . you’d be . . . you’d be anthony. ❞ the last part is whispered to herself. anthony tried to help her. he tried to make plans for them to run away once they were at university. anthony is dead.

❝ i can’t open it up. it’s locked. ❞ he made sure she saw it when he locked the door behind him. ❝ he, um, he looked through all the records. that’s how he found the marriage license and things. it was under barker. maybe he also went through my phone - i don’t know. ❞ using the door as a guide, she slides down to her knees. ❝ he stalked me. i wasn’t smart enough so he found me. ❞ she pauses. ❝ i think he’s . . . well, he’s out. maybe he’s trying to track you down. you married me. ❞ in a smaller voice, johanna continues, ❝ i’m sorry. it wasn’t supposed to be two weeks. ❞

#darks when i tell you that i have been thinking about this for am embarrassingly long time #i mean it #i hope it shows in this monster of a reply oh my gosh i'm so sorry #their plan could work kind of the same way the only thing holding them back is that it's well less easy to get married in this day and age #also made jo a little bit older because in her modern verse she's a little older when she marries anthony and i had to keep turpin alive for #a little bit longer so this can happen #but i figured anthony's dad or whatever was in the military so they stayed in nyc for a little while so that's how anthony knew riff #and that's how he got him to england #since there's better technology now turpin can find the records of their marriage and track jo down and abduct her so it makes perfect sense #that he can find her here #as long as turpin's alive jo would prefer to remain married just because turpin still wants to marry her also she doesn't have a job so #but once he's dead she gets his money!! they won't have to be completely broke in this verse!!#i hope my rambles make sense idk #*❈ ‣ ❝ 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈， 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒔 ❞ — ( interaction. )#*❈ ‣ ❝ 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 ❞ — ( v. modern. )#heygutlcss #long post tw #medical tw #medical illness tw #adduction tw #kidnapping tw #murder tw #death tw

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akai-anna · 3 months

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the urge to purchase ceramics that i do not need with the money i don't have

i'm shaking in my boots

#la junk talks #I WANT MONEY #SO I CAN SPEND IT ON STUFF #BC THEY ARE CUTE AND LOVELY #tho to be honest. i would buy tons of gifts for my friends #at least 60% of the stuff i see and have the urge to purchase #i would get for my friends as gifts #like that shallow lil cat ceramic plate AND bakery cat tote for nin #or the lil fox tumblrs for both thea and nic #or the owl cup and tomato cat tote for lizzy #or the adorable froggy plushie for dusty and szophia #i want to shower my friends in love and things they likely don't even need #but things that reminds me of them and think they might like anyways #not to mention all the actual fandom merch oh my god #i would buy all the figurines!!!#a lot of things could happen if i actually had lots of money #but alas.... fck #like donations. gifts. MEETINGS BC MONEY ALSO MEANS I COULD TRAVEL AROUND #today is dreaming day gosh i just wish so bad #anyways good night late sunday thoughts are over #at least tomorrow is hoi hattori hmonday and there is that to look forward to #pls universe don't let me forget about it

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t-lostinworlds · 9 months

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#its like 4:30 am and im so tired #i know u shouldn't trust ur thoughts at this hour #but i can't sleep so my mind is all over the place #but gosh what'd i do to not get so anxious about financial stuff #its mainly on school stuff which sucks #bc i dont understand why education has to be so expensive #and like i shouldn't feel guilty of wanting to have a comfortable living space for my mental health #bc in my head im thinking i should just sacrifice the security and comfort #just so i can put more of my salary to my tuition #but like #i'm just adding more stress at the point #bc at least at my place now i can cook #which helps save so much money compared to always ordering out #not a lot of /affordable/ places even allow me ppl to cook #what more if im sharing just a room with someone else #and if i do find a roommate what if its just going to affect me mentally if their horrible???#i shouldn't feel like i'm a bad person #or im not managing my money right #just bc i want my own space where i can focus on school #without having to worry about my physicalsecurity and mental health #sorry but i just needed to rant #i was just feeling so anxious about it all of a sudden #just needed to let that out #i know im going to try and find other ways #i just felt hopeless for a moment #and what'd u know typing this out helped #me using tumblr as a journal at 4am #who would've thought lol

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eleganzadellarosa · 4 months

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Melted

pairing: olderbrothersbestfriend!chan x needy fem! reader

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: MDNI (I'm sorry if this changes the way you see ice cream, pwp I guess, fast paced plot, unprotected sex (don’t 👀), big dick Chan (because what else would he be?), overstim, squirting, hair pulling, choking, creampie, Chan calls reader Baby, reader calls him Channie)

word count: 5.82K

A/N: Just because my mind has been on Chan A LOT lately. Also…this isn’t proofread 😬

Why would you like someone that ruffles your hair, tickles your sides and calls you “baby” as a nickname? Sounds childish right? Not to you when it comes to your huge crush on Chan. You know that’s just how he is with you and has been since you were younger, but you wish it meant something different to him.

Chan is best friends with your older brother, he’s basically been a part of your family for over 10 years. You’ve always liked Chan, but not in that way until your crush developed right before he moved. His family moved away for a while during his late teen years so you hadn’t seen him in quite some time. Then he suddenly came back and he was like a whole new person. His personality didn’t change, no, the way he looked did and you haven’t been able to keep your eyes off of him since.

He and your brother are 25 and you’re stuck being 23. It wasn’t a big enough gap to make anyone bat an eye, but you knew he always viewed you as his best friend’s little sister and you weren’t sure how to make that change. You watched as he pulled up in front of your house, picking up your brother like usual. They spent so much time together, you were almost past the point of jealousy and wanted to hate your brother for taking him away every time.

You stood in the open garage, watching him hop out the driver’s seat. He smiled and waved when he saw you and did a little jog onto the sidewalk and into the garage. Maybe things didn’t need to change and you needed to find someone else to crush on, but it was so hard when he would open his arms for you to hug him and would squeeze you tight until you couldn’t handle it anymore.

“Hey baby, missed you. How ya been?”

Baby. You would never get over that nickname. It gave you that warm fuzzy feeling but also gave you that second heartbeat.

“Hey Channie, you know same old same old. Where have you been all week?” You knew where he’d been but you’d do anything to have a longer conversation with him before your brother snatched him away.

“I went to go visit my family, they told me to tell you hi.” He smiled and you smiled back knowing how much his family loved you, which oddly enough made you like him more. “I got you somethin’, close your eyes.”

You obliged, closing your eyes waiting almost impatiently to see what he had for you. Not being able to see him in front of you but feeling his presence made a light blush fall on your cheeks. You felt his fingertips graze the skin on your hand and the sudden contact made you jump slightly. He carefully opened your hand and you felt the cold contrast of something against your palm.

“Open your eyes.”

You looked down to see a dainty anklet with small charms dangling from it. Your eyes lit up seeing each charm perfectly handpicked with things he knew you’d like. It was gorgeous and on closer inspection, it looked expensive. You didn’t care how much it cost, only worrying that he spent too much of his money on you, but loving that he got you a gift at all.

“Baby, do you like it?” He made dangerous eye contact waiting for you to reply. It didn’t help you gather your thoughts any quicker even though you had your answer already. He made your nervous system short circuit.

“Y-yeah Channie, I love it!” You smiled as much as you could to cover the way you swallowed thickly seeing him stand so close to you.

“Really? Oh gosh I’m glad, I thought I chose something you wouldn’t like.” He had to be lying. He could pick a leaf off a tree and you’d be jumping for joy. “Here lemme see, I’ll put it on for you.”

You gasped when he lifted you up to seat you on your dad’s workbench that sat at the back of the garage. The heat seeping in from outside was hot enough, but now you were sure you could break a thermometer. He kneeled down and wrapped the cold jewelry around your ankle. You were unconsciously holding your breath, scared of having any reaction because if you let go, you’d probably moan and you’d rather not make this awkward.

He looked up at you with your foot still in his hand, “It looks great baby, I like it.” God that comment had you slippery wet. He liked it on you? Now you’d never take it off. “Make sure you think of me every time you look at it.” He shot you a wink and your breath got caught in your throat preventing you from swallowing.

This conversation would be stored for fuel whenever you needed something to tip you over the edge at night. You almost said something equally seductive back, almost, when your brother came and took Chan away. You were used to it by now, never really having more than 10 minutes tops of alone time with him. It was frustrating, having to get most of your information from your brother who always reluctantly told you, asking “why do you wanna know anyways?”

You think Chan would tell you no hesitation if you actually had the chance to speak with him. But truth be told, you’d never be able to do such a thing with your brother around. He made it clear on multiple occasions that he didn’t approve of a relationship between you two if it ever came to be, but all three of you knew that would never be brought into existence.

You sat in the same spot on the tool bench, swinging your foot to see the charms sparkle in the small rays of sunshine. Chan said to think about him every time you looked at it, so you did. The thought of you on your knees in front of him, him slipping his thumb past your lips telling you to suck if you wanted to be rewarded. The ideas that ran freely were filthy and getting worse by the second. Your thighs rubbed together tightly as you felt yourself grow wetter with each passing thought.

The sun shined brightly through the small gaps between your blinds, easing you awake with its warmth. The weekends were the best because it was almost guaranteed that you’d get to have breakfast with Chan. It was an unspoken tradition and you marked it off in your mental calendar. You quickly washed your face before heading downstairs to the kitchen, only to see it completely empty besides the few duffle bags that sat beside the island.

“Where are you going?” You asked your brother who walked in at the perfect time before you could stump yourself with more unanswered questions.

“Didn’t mom tell you? I’m going to stay at a beach house with a few friends for the weekend.” He stuffed a few more things in his bag, talking with his back facing you.

“No…is Chan going too?” You asked carefully trying to make it seem like a normal question.

He rolled his eyes and leaned up against the marble island. “Next time you need to just start asking Chan these questions since you always wanna know everything about him. And no, he’s not coming.”

“Really?” A smile spread across your face but you quickly wiped it away when you saw your brother narrow his eyes.

“Don’t go bothering him while I’m away, he’s doesn’t wanna hang with you at all so just stay home!”

“You’re such an asshole, he never said that!”

“You don’t know what he said because you’re not his best friend! Just don’t bother him okay?” He sucked his teeth as he picked up his bags and walked out the door, kicking it closed with his foot.

He didn’t know what he was talking about. Chan wouldn’t say that, he would love to hang out with you. Right? You felt like a teenager crushing on a college boy that was far out of your league for multiple reasons but you swore you had a chance.

You sulkily walked upstairs back to your room and flopped on your bed. Being that your brother didn’t want you to bother Chan, it made you more curious as to what he could be doing right now. It sucks that you didn’t have his number or really any way to contact him. Well you did, you were just too scared to actually do it.

It was nothing but a 10 minute walk and 2 minute drive to get to his house but in the back of your mind, you were scared he actually wouldn’t want to see you. What would you say; what would be your reasoning for coming to see him?

“I have a crush on you and I want to be around you, please let me in?”

Like hell that would work. He’d probably slam the door in your face, call your brother and tell him how annoying and stupid his little-

There was a ring at your doorbell.

Your head snapped to your left, slightly shocked you had any visitors. It could easily be your neighbor since she always seemed to pop up randomly. “I got it!” You yelled out, jogging down the stairs. You looked out the peephole to see Chan standing there. Your heart started racing and you quickly looked over your appearance before opening the door.

“Channie?! What are you doing here?”

“Aww baby you aren’t happy to see me?” A cute little pout painted his face and you wanted to drag him in and kiss him all over.

“What? No, of course I am! My brother’s not here and I thought you knew…”

“Oh yeah I knew, I came to see you.”

He said it so nonchalantly as if it was normal to come see you. As if you both agreed to hang out today. Or as if you always hung out when your brother wasn’t around. He had to know what this was doing to you, there was no way he didn’t. You opened your mouth to say something but couldn’t find the strength to let the words come forward.

“I figured you’d be here all by yourself, so I thought I’d come pick you up.” He smiled brightly and there were those cute dimples. God you felt like you were gonna explode.

“I…umm…” you were stuttering and if he didn’t stop staring at you, you were going to be stuck like this.

He looked a bit sad and disappointed but waited to see what you would say. “It’s okay if you don’t want to Baby. I should’ve asked first, I’m so sorry.”

You quickly reached out to touch his arm and practically melted into a puddle, “No no Channie, I’m sorry, I just didn’t think you’d wanna hang out with me. I’d love to go to your house, especially since I’ve never seen this one.”

He smiled again, “Of course I would Baby, you’re my best friend! Now come on, hop in”

Oh how this was never something you thought would happen in a million years. You were Chan’s best friend? As much as you wanted this, there must have been some kind of mistake. Surely he didn’t actually think so.

He grabbed your hand and lead you to his jeep and opened your door for you. “Thank you Channie” barely left your lips before he reached inside and buckled your seatbelt, smiling at you before he closed your door. Your body was on fire; ignited from the soft and simple touches. You were down bad, there was no better way to put it. If he kept moving like this, you’d have to go home and deal with the problem between your legs.

His house was nice, nothing too big or small, just right for him. He had a great sense of decor and he kept his place sparkling clean. Scattered about on different pieces of furniture were photos of him, family and even younger pictures of the 3 of you.

“Baby, make yourself at home, you can sit anywhere you’d like.” He spoke to you from the little pass through window in the kitchen.

You nodded your head but decided to explore his living room some more. When you walked past the patio door, you noticed a reflection on the ground outside.

“Oh my gosh Channie, you have a pool?! Why didn’t my brother tell me?”

He walked over to you with a large red double popsicle and chuckled at the amused look on your face. “I’m gonna punch him when I see him, I told him to tell you because I know how much you love swimming. We can go out there if you want.”

He broke the popsicle in two and handed you a half. “I would love to…but I don’t have a bikini with me.”

“Just get in with what you have on.” He leaned against the side of his couch as he sucked on the cold treat.

You looked down at your outfit, a plain white tee and some daisy patterned shorts. “But I won’t have anything to change into. I can walk back home and get something.”

“Orrrrr, you can just wear some of my clothes until yours are dry.”

What was with him saying all this so nonchalantly? When have you ever worn his clothes? The smell must be absolutely amazing, he always smelled so good. If he was offering, you might as well just take it.

“Hmm” you bit your lip and smiled, “okay, but I don’t wanna get in by myself.”

He smiled as he finished off his half of the popsicle and chewed on the stick. He jolted off the side of the couch and pulled his shirt off. You almost choked on the leftover ice you had in your mouth. What the fuck was he thinking?

“Come on Baby, come swim with me.”

He opened the door and ran and jumped in without hesitation. After little to no consideration, you followed behind him, diving right in. The water was a perfect way to cool off in the hot summer sun. He swam over to you, hair drenched and sticking to his forehead. The droplets of water shined against his toned, muscular body. You wanted to lick him dry, no matter how long it took.

His right hand slid over your waist and around to your back, “you look so cute, I could kiss you right now.”

Cute? Kiss? Cute and kiss in the same sentence? Maybe you needed to pinch yourself to wake up from this completely unrealistic dream.

“M-me? I’m just plain and boring.” You mentally pat yourself on the back for not stuttering too much with how close he was and what he just said.

“You’ve never been either baby, no way that’s what you actually think.” His eyebrows raised in shock.

“Well yeah…there’s so many prettier girls than me. I’m just me, but they’re-“

It happened so fast that your mind didn’t process it. He bent down to press his lips to yours and hold you a bit tighter. Your arms were around his neck and you reciprocated the kiss faster than the fear set in. His tongue swiped over your lip and you happily allowed him to explore your mouth.

Somehow being drenched in the pool made it feel more sensual, nothing left to the imagination, bodies practically touching through the thin fabrics. You could feel how hard he was, pressing it right up against your thigh. You bravely touched him through his shorts, earning a small moan from him.

He ran a hand up the back of your thigh and roughly grabbed your ass. It wasn’t until you felt something press into your back that you realized he moved the both of you closer to the edge of the pool. He trailed the kisses over your jaw and to your neck. You were breathing heavily, making no effort to stop the sounds coming from you.

“I wonder how good you’d sound if I fucked you.”

“Channie please, oh fuck.”

Desperate was too innocent of a word to describe how badly you wanted him. You’d do whatever it took to make your dreams come true.

“Would you like that baby? Let me fuck you and make you feel good?”

At this point you were sure you stopped breathing. He looked so good with his wet hair, heavy lids, toned body pressed right against yours. Of course you’d like that.

“Yes Channie, I want it, I want you.”

He slipped your shirt over your head and left open mouthed kisses down your neck and across your chest. Just as he moved to get your nipple in his mouth, a loud ring came from inside the house; it was his phone.

“You should go get that Channie.”

He looked at you, lips parted and breathing heavily. “Fuck, okay I’ll be right back.”

He hopped out the pool and went inside while you tried to put all the pieces together. So Chan liked you? Or he simply just wanted a fuck buddy? Or maybe he just wanted to fuck you because he knows how much you like him and knew you’d be easy? The insecurity began to weigh down on you and now you just wanted to go home.

When he returned, he squatted down next to you, who was now slightly turned away from him with your arms wrapped around yourself in order to seek comfort.

“That was your brother, he said he’s coming home early because someone got food poisoning. So…he asked me to pick him up.” He reached out and touched your shoulder. “Baby, you okay?”

“Yeah Channie, you can just take me home.” You made sure to not let him see the tears brimming your eyes.

“You sure you’re-“

“Yes, I’d like to go home please.”

He watched you for a few seconds longer, definitely able to notice the shift in your mood, he just didn’t know what caused it. “Okay, let me at least get you a change of clothes.”

The ride back home was short and you got out before he could to open your door for you. He shouted something about seeing you later before driving off as you closed your front door behind you. You still didn’t have his number, so him hitting you up later wouldn’t be a thing, unless he was bold enough to ask your brother but you both knew that would open a can of worms you weren’t ready to try and close.

Now you were a bit nervous that he would tell your brother what happened because he wanted to know why you looked so sad. You’d just avoid him as much as you could and hopefully he would forget anything ever happened.

“As much as I don’t want you to, I need you to come with me and Chan so you can help me choose a gift for my girlfriend.” Your brother came into your room, not bothering to knock since your door was already opened slightly.

“I didn’t say you could come in!”

“Oh my god, yes or no?”

“You didn’t ask me anything dumbass and why don’t you already know what your girlfriend likes?”

“I do know but I want to know what’s the best out of the options I have and you’re a girl.”

“Umm…I guess?”

You were conflicted. You wanted to see Chan, you missed him even though it had only been two days since your encounter in the pool. But you also didn’t want to see him right now because you didn’t want to explain anything to him, yet if you said that your brother would for sure know something happened between you two.

“Okay well be ready in like 10 minutes, set a timer or something.”

Chan and your brother greeted each other like always and when he looked over at you, he looked as if he wanted to come hug you. “Hey baby, you coming with us today?”

Your brother rolled his eyes when you let a smile creep past your lips. You were weak for Chan, he knew exactly what to say to make you melt. Maybe you were thinking about it wrong, maybe he really did like you and he actually wanted to be with you. But having it happen so suddenly made you think perhaps you let your guard down too quickly.

You felt like such a third wheel around the two boys, laughing at their inside jokes and not worrying about you following behind them. Well Chan did, he would look back to make sure you were still there and smile at you when you made eye contact. It felt like hours even though but had only been 30 minutes of walking around the mall looking for the perfect gift.

“Girls like jewelry, so get her something she can always wear.” Your brother’s gaze followed yours down to your anklet. Before he could ask you where you got that, Chan spoke up.

“Yeah I told you that the other day man, if you really love her you should get her something that she can keep for a long time but also that you put effort into choosing.” He looked over at you when he said it, hoping you caught on to what he said.

You tried your hardest not to blush, your brother standing way too close for you to even let out a small squeal.

“Yeah that’s what I wanna get her but I’m not sure she’ll wear it, I never see her wearing jewelry.”

“Trust me bro, she’ll love it.” He placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder and nodded his head.

“I’m gonna go get some ice cream and then head back to the car you guys.” You said waving your hand as you walked away. Your brother nodded as he answered his phone.

“Is it okay if I come with you baby?” Chan ran to catch up with you before you got too far.

“Sure Channie, I’ll pay for you.”

“You’re so funny Baby, I’m paying for the both of us.” As you approached the stand, he turned around grimacing. “Aww baby they’re all out of rocky road.”

After all these years, he still remembers your favorite ice cream flavor. “It’s okay Channie, just get me whatever you get.”

He smiled softly and nodded and ordered two strawberry cheesecake cones. You walked back with him to his car to enjoy yet another frozen treat in his presence. Of course, he opened your door and let you hop in before he did the same.

“Damn it’s already melting…”

“I prefer ice cream when it melts a little. Like when it drips down my fingers. It just tastes better that way…well to me anyway.” You realized you were babbling, so you looked up at him but he was already looking at you.

“You wanna lick mine off my fingers?”

The question alone could have made you cum, but the way he looked at you; eyes slightly hooded, lips parted, that had you throbbing. You couldn’t even answer him. Actually your mind was blank so you didn’t have an answer or any response to what he just said. He saw it on your face though. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you. He’s wanted you for a long time and as many hints as he tried throwing your way, you never seemed to catch them.

It became too much for him, your brother always getting in his way of spending alone time with you. He didn’t care what your brother thought about it though. He wanted you and he wanted you bad. So when he eased his hand toward your mouth and you happily let him push a finger past your lips, he knew he didn’t have to try to make you understand anymore; he made that clear when you were in the pool the other day.

“Sorry it’s not your favorite flavor.” He said, removing his finger to replace it with a new one.

“It is now.” Your words were partially cut off by the intrusion of his fingers. You were soaked and your head felt fuzzy, you felt like you were going to die.

You never broke eye contact and he watched you intently. “You can’t look at me like that if you don’t want me to ruin you.”

“Maybe I want you to.” You licked and sucked on his fingers as seductively as you could muster.

He licked his ice cream then shifted more toward you so he could kiss you. The contrast of the cold dessert and the heat from his tongue made you whimper. He slowly let your warmth melt the ice cream and drip down onto your neck and chest. He happily chased the drops with his tongue making sure none of it went to waste.

“Oh god Channie, mmm~”

He caught sight of your brother making his way over to the car so he quickly halted his actions and returned to his seat. “He’s coming, act normal. Deep breaths.”

Well that was surely easier said than done. He just licked the majority of his ice cream off of you, leaving you slightly sticky in multiple places. This was torture, getting so close to what you want only to be cockblocked by your brother once again.

“Yo Chan, is it cool if I stay at your place tonight? My girlfriend might stop by too.”

“Yeah sure, I don’t mind.”

“Okay cool, we can just drop Y/N off.”

You quickly turned, an exaggerated pout on your face, ready to fight your case. “NO FAIR!”

“It’s fine if she stays, I don’t mind.” Chan looked at your brother through the rear view mirror.

“What?! No way, she’s literally just going to bother us the entire time!”

“Fuck you, no I won’t! You always get to hang with Chan by yourself, I can be around him too!”

“Hey! It’s alright, you can sleep in my bed and I can sleep on the couch. I promise it’s fine.”

Your brother rolled his eyes and you stuck your tongue out at him. Maybe you were childish, but you weren’t going to let your day end without at least having another make out session.

You thanked God your brother’s girlfriend came quite late and that she took all his attention off of you and Chan. You all enjoyed some snacks and had movie night. It was nearing almost 2am by the time the movie was over, so your brother took her to the guest room where he was staying for the night.

You stayed up with Chan to help him tidy up even though he insisted he didn’t want you to.

“Is it okay for me to wear another one of your shirts Channie? I didn’t pack anything.”

He looked up from the dishes he just finished, “you don’t have to ask Baby, of course you can.” He gave you a big dimpled smile but then it dropped. “Can I ask you somethin’?”

“Yeah of course, what’s up?”

“Why were you so sad the other day? You know…in the pool.”

You knew he would ask you eventually so you might as well just tell him now and get it over with. “I don’t know…I just…wasn’t sure how to feel and was hoping you weren’t only doing it to take advantage of me.”

He walked up to you and kissed your forehead. “Oh Baby, I would never do that to you. I love you and I can’t ever say it or do anything about it because your brother’s always around. I’m sorry if I came off so strong but don’t ever think I’d do anything to take advantage of you. I love you, yeah?”

He rubbed his thumb over your hand and tilted his head waiting for you to nod your head. It took a heavy weight off your shoulders to hear him express his true feelings and being that he said it so easily helped you understand how genuine he was being.

“My room is all yours Baby, it’s the last door at the end of the hall. You can wear whatever you want and there’s towels in the closet in the bathroom.”

“Thank you for letting me stay Channie.” You stood on your tip toes and kissed him on the cheek and quickly ran away, leaving him in the kitchen with red ears.

You felt refreshed after your shower and even more comfortable as you slipped into one of his shirts. Since you didn’t bring a change of clothes, his shirt was the only thing covering you and barely so. You hopped into his king sized bed and playfully rolled around, enjoying the big size.

You looked over at the digital clock on the nightstand, it had already been more than an hour since everyone went to bed. You weren’t sleepy though, so you pulled out your phone and scrolled aimlessly on your socials. A soft knock on the door turned your attention towards it.

“Come in.”

Chan walked through the door, smiling when he saw you so comfy in his bed. “I couldn’t sleep but I also didn’t try…and, I can’t let you leave before I kiss you again.”

“Well good because I was thinking the same thing.”

He fully shut the door and locked it before he removed his shirt and hopped in the bed with you, lips immediately catching yours. His hands came up to grope your breasts roughly, sucking and biting your bottom lip as he did so. He slid a hand under your shirt, breaking the kiss when he felt your bare skin.

“God Baby, you’re driving me crazy. Seeing you in nothing but my shirt is making me sooo hard.” You took his hand in yours and moved it over your pussy. “Fuck…so wet already.”

He moved down closer to the edge of the bed and kissed his way down from your stomach. He gave you butterflies in the best way possible. His lips danced across the skin on your inner thighs sending tingles up your spine.

“Channie…” you say breathlessly and he looks up at you as his mouth attaches to your sensitive bud.

With his head between your legs, messily eating your pussy, your eyes were squeezed shut. It took every bone in your body to not moan, knowing that if you did, you would be loud. He sensed it, so he stopped eating you out and crawled on top of you.

He used two fingers to slip into you while his thumb pressed down harshly on your clit. “Don’t hide them from me, I wanna hear them.”

“B-but my brother is here.”

“And I want to hear how good I make you feel. Don’t hold back Baby, lemme hear your pretty moans.” His fingers sped up their pace, not giving you any other option. You moaned as your back arched slightly. “That’s it Baby, good girl.”

It turned him on watching how his actions made you react but he needed more; needed to feel the way your pussy wrapped around him like it didn’t want to let him go. You reached out to pull on his shorts and finally free his achingly hard dick from its confines. He was BIG but what did you really expect, it was just really really intimidating. None of that mattered though, you just wanted him in you without any interruptions.

He hissed when he used your arousal to mix with his and coat his length. He gave it a few pumps before he eased the head past your entrance. “I’ll go slow okay baby?”

“Okay Channie just keep going, please don’t stop.”

He caught his lip between his teeth, feeling the lust course through his veins hearing you beg and feeling the tightness of your walls. He watched your face contort in pleasure.

He was barely half way in, stretching you open with ease. “T-too big Channie…” You eyes were rolling back and you were already slurring your words.

“You can take it, look you’re doing so well for me Baby” he touched his forehead to yours and grabbed you by the jaw and kissed you again, “you feel so good Baby, so so fucking good, such a good girl for me.”

When he bottomed out he leaned over you to catch his breath so he wouldn’t cum too quickly. Your head was spinning. His body pressed into yours and the way he spoke to you already had your toes curling. He pulled out to the tip, your pussy making a squelching noise, and he quickly thrust himself back in. Your back arched off the bed and you almost screamed.

As much as you wanted to keep your sounds at bay, you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep the volume down to a minimum. He snapped his hips forward with desperation, grunts and moans falling from the both of you. His hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing enough to make your head get fuzzy and awaken every nerve in your body. He pounded into you with no remorse, making this worth the long wait.

He suddenly pulled out, causing you to whine in response, and sat against the headboard. “Come ride me, wanna feel you in this position.”

You crawled over to him then hovered over his still hard, leaking dick. You sank down on him, taking small breaks so you wouldn’t faint from the pleasure. He bucked his hips up, making you drop down fully. He held you under your butt, spreading your pussy open to help you bounce on his dick easily.

The more you hopped up and down on him, the more you felt the sticky substances mix and connect the two of you. Your legs gave out when he started to thrust up into you every time you dropped down. He repositioned you so that you were on your knees, leaning forward into him. He grabbed a handful of your hair, your back arching more, as he hugged you and fucked you violently. The new angle made him abuse your sweet spot.

“Letting me fuck you with your brother just down the hall, I didn’t know you were such a slut Baby.”

“Mmm ah! Only for you Channie!”

He held you tighter when he felt your pussy clench around him. This is exactly what he wanted, what he dreamed of. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer himself, so he quickly flipped you onto your back again. One hand on the back of one of your knees and the other rubbing harsh circles on your clit.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck Channie I’m gonna cum!”

“You gonna cum? Yeah? Cum with me, make a mess all over my dick.”

He thrust deeper into you and bent down to suck on one of your nipples. A few more loud moans and circles on your clit and your pussy fluttered as you reached your orgasm. He didn’t stop and kept up his quick pace until you squirted all over him and the sheets below.

“Fuuuuuck” his hips stuttered and he pushed himself deep as he painted your walls white. He pulled out quickly, the rest of his cum spilling into his hands and seeping through his fingers.

When you looked down, you couldn’t help but grab his hands to put his fingers in your mouth. Funny enough, the cum looks just like the way you love your ice cream.

“Channie, I think you’re my favorite flavor.”

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