#except from actual businesses which again should be vandalized at every opportunity

[siremasterlawrence]

Fan project requested and co-written by pleasentreviewbystarfish

Ryan Alexander Taylor is a well-known, and coveted CEO of a popular online services company. The company has been doing very well, and received a lot of interest from investors. Ryan has been looking to further grow the company by buying a new startup specialized in virtual reality. Ryan travels to meet the management of the company to discuss a deal. Ryan’s car arrives a half hour earlier than scheduled - very precise, good, I like someone who knows how to conduct themselves appropriately, but soon, real soon, he will learn to appreciate my way.

Ryan exits his car observing the location in disgust – the building appears to look like a run-down office building which has not really been maintained. The area appears secluded, and somewhat vandalized. There are lots of graffiti on walls and there are no shops in the area. He says “What a dumpster area this is, I cannot even believe that I am here, this is no place to do business dealings. I am not impressed at all by this disaster area, and yet here I am, somewhat intrigued.” He enters the building and is welcome by a secretary, who brings him to the visitor room to wait while her boss arrives. She brings him a drink while he waits before leaving. Ryan drank the drink, not suspecting that the drink was spiked.

The door suddenly locks and the light goes off. Ryan is in the room alone, in the dark, with only his face being lit up with light. Suddenly a voice can be heard coming from the speakers:“Welcome Mr. Taylor! We are so pleased to have you with us today! It is a great honor for us to have you, and we are very excited at the range of opportunities for us to work with you, or should I say… to work on you”.

Another voice – this time somewhat familiar – says:“Oh, don’t worry, we will take this nice and slow, so that we can enjoy every minute of this. We also do want to make sure you get everything that we will be cramming down your brain.”

Before Ryan can figure out what happens, the light comes back on but some static noise can be heard, causing a buzzing sensation within Ryan. The room is fading away before Ryan’s eyes leaving only a white appearance boxing him in. Ryan begins to shout for help, trying to cover his ears but the buzzing goes on.

After a while the buzzing stops. Before Ryan can sigh in relief, a voice can be heard:“Before you leave us, I would really like you to meet the man who has paid a huge sum of money to acquire you as his new slave. I believe you have already met – Jake Templeton!”

Ryan is confused. “Jake Templeton? Wait, he is the employee that I fired last year for stealing company property and for trying to sell company information to our competitors? What do you think you are doing?”

“Hello Mr. Taylor, or should I say Ryan since you are no longer my boss. I am flattered that a busy man, like you, remembers my name, but you will soon learn to appreciate me for who I am! Can you blame me for trying to make some money? I came up with a concept of immersive virtual experience 3 years ago, and you canned it because the prototype development would cost $500,000, and you said it was not ‘cost-effective’! So yeah, I tried to sell my research to competitors, and you fired me! Now I will show you what my concept, properly funded, can do. Yes, I found someone willing to take a risk and invest the money to build it and found some nice practical applications to it!”

Some colors start to flash in the room and a buzzing sound can be heard.“Now I want you to listen to my voice.... feel yourself going deeper... listen to my voice... only I can make you feel this good... you like listening to my voice... imagine yourself on stairs...I want you to walk slowly down those stairs...as you take each step, you will get more relaxed and obey my voice...you want to obey my voice because it makes you feel so good...that’s it, continue going down the stairs...feel your body floating...there is no pain, only pleasure...relaxing...pleasure...my voice brings you that....relaxing...pleasure...

I would not worry about my words at the moment, focus on the sound of fire buzzing through the room, how it is in tune with the colors in the room. Notice the colorful change of sequences on all four walls. Your eyes are getting more and more tired, the drink you took when you came in took care of that. Just relax, your eyes can’t focus on anything else except the sound of my voice, your memories slowly draining away and disappearing, and the world before you is brand new”.

The lights continue flashing and the buzzing continues for another hour or so.A young man, in his late twenties, watches the events from the safety of his private laboratory as a camera was filming everything happening in the room.“Time to see the efforts of my fruit and labor!” He says flipping a switch on his console that makes a door suddenly appear in the solid white room where Ryan is. The door slides up to the ceiling as he walks into the room, in awe of his own genius.

“Now, I hate to toot my own horn, but ta-da! And bravo!” He claps at himself as he stands face to face with the former business titan. Ryan is standing motionless.The young man cups his chin turning side to inspect him. The drool is very apparent dripping all over his face. The young man says “Pathetic! Look at you now – once a Harvard Business graduate, now covered in your own drool.”

He lets go of Ryan’s face, pondering what else this man has accomplished in life. Ivy League education, successful business ventures, award-winning and well regarded in the business world, but now nothing but a statue. A toy, to be used. Coming back to his sense, he begins smacking the man in the face knowing there is no longer any response going to come. Ryan just stands still returning back to the position after his feet lose balance.

He proceeds to grope Ryan’s private parts and give him a spanking, but Ryan still stays motionless. He inserts his hand within Ryan’s shirt and begins to move his hand, brushing his hand across Ryan’s torso to get a good feeling and smiles as he is satisfied with touching Ryan.

The young man removes his hand as he hears someone approaching, then laughs in a mocking tone at the sight of a shadowy figure descending down the stair case. The young man says “It’s about time you arrive to pay and pick up the main man of your dreams.”

Jake appears and says “Well, despite everything that happened and me losing my job because of him, I do find he looks dreamy, so yeah, he is the man of my dreams”.The young guy says “Well, I am usually more into muscular and bodybuilders, but I do find him very handsome. I like the boyish looks. I was not expecting much but he is actually in good shape. An excellent choice for a slave. I would certainly do him. Would you mind sharing him with me?”

Jake laughs and agrees “Sure, you were very helpful so I can lend him to you for an afternoon. What do you want to do?”The young man says “well, the more I look at him, the more I find him hot… Would love fucking his straight ass.”Jake responds “Don’t we all” and proceeds to kiss Ryan passionately while Ryan still staying immobile.

Jake then hands the young man a white envelope with a generous payment. The young man says asks “so what will you do with him now?”

Jake responds “Ah, I have waited a long time for this moment! He will be my obedient slave and serve me, cook for me, clean my house, and when he is not serving me, maybe he can be my footstool or a nice statue in my bedroom. Let’s see? Basically, anything that is humiliating to a straight guy, so of course he is going to get fucked a lot.”

The young man then says “Sweet. Ok, just a reminder. This is still an experimental device and there are lots that we have not tested out yet. You should use the brainwave device on Mr. Taylor maybe once every 24 hours to ensure that he does not wake up or even begin to get back some memories. It is unlikely but you just never know.”

Jake chuckles, “Could be fun if he does wake up actually, realizing how much he has been used, and then bringing him down again just as he tries to escape.”The young man responds “Yeah but be careful” before walking away.

Jake proceeds to grab Ryan by the tie and places Ryan on a cart leaving him like a statue standing in normal position. He is then carted out to the car, Jake rummages through his pockets looking for his keys, and he opens his car trunk. He plops Ryan into it, locking Ryan in the car boot as he goes to the driver’s seat and begin driving off elsewhere.

“Enjoy the tunes, Mr. Taylor, or whoever is left inside that mushed up head of yours.” He taunts through the speakers one last time.He turns the dial on the radio activating the car trunk’s brainwashing station. The back of the trunk has speakers out blasting white noise, and Ryan is motionless the last of his iron will is gone. The noise produced is a quickly changing binaural sound which breaks Ryan’s mind and leaves it blank.

Once they arrived at the destination, Jake opens the car trunk and brings Ryan inside.Unaware of his location or even who he used to be, Ryan’s body lay on the wall, asleep. Jake presses a button on the oddly small remote the man gave him as he left the facility. The remote lights up, blaring a multitude of colors like a kaleidoscope of colors. He points it at Ryan’s head. A red beam is aimed directly at his head, the light then turns green, and a voice can be heard.

“Initiating, initiating, initiating, ... processing.” “Activation code please.” Jake then realizes that the voice is actually Ryan’s voice. Jake smiles, licking his lips. He answers “Ryan Taylor Is A Bot”, awaiting the acceptance, Ryan says “Accepted” and then Ryan’s eyes pop open.

“I am Ryan Taylor the Bot, human-cyborg slave and I am here to serve you. What is your name?”Jake laughs. “I’m Jake Templeton, but you can call me Jake.”Ryan’s expression never changed as he replied in a dull, empty tone: “Yes Master Jake, I am ready to serve you. Please put me through my paces,” responds Ryan.

“Who am I?” asks Jake“My Master,” replies Ryan.”And what are you?” asks Jake”I am your slave, Master,” came as a reply.“Yes, you are my slave. You exist to serve and obey me. I own you. Your mind and body are my property. You have no thoughts because you are a slave. Slaves are mindless. Slaves just obey. You are my slave. You obey me. You must obey your Master. Obeying and pleasing your Master is your only purpose. You love your Master. I am your Master and I own you.”

“Yes, Master Jake, I understand” came as a reply.“Tell me the truth of your purpose, slave,” he now ordered.Ryan responds “I live to obey and serve you, Master,” he began. “I am your sex-slave. My body belongs to you. I exist to pleasure you. Your pleasure is my only desire, my Master.”“You just can’t make this stuff up even if you tried… Very good, my slave, now kneel and lick my feet, slave.”

While Ryan is licking his feet, Jake was thinking what to do next. What should Ryan wear? Maybe continue wearing a suit as my butler? Or maybe wear nothing but a tight speedo? Or a jockstrap? Maybe make Ryan get some tattoos? That could work. Like the word ‘bot’ on his chest? Or ‘maybe ‘slave’? No, that would not look nice on Ryan. Maybe a tattoo on his arm instead? Like a tribal tattoo? Or Chinese characters on his arm, like "bad boy" in Chinese?

Suddenly Ryan’s phone starts to ring and Jake takes it from Ryan’s pocket.“Well, well, looks like your girlfriend is trying to phone you. She is no longer of concern to you. I will send her a text message later telling her you are breaking up with her and are no longer interested in her. Now, on the left of this room there is a table with three pre prepared paperwork. Sign each giving me everything you have, and then I will finish the process.”

“Yes, Master Jake, I understand” came as a reply.“From now on, Ryan, you will seek to please me at all times and exist only for me. You are a robot who will live like any pet would. My robot human dog hybrid.” Jake smiles as the drool is descending from Ryan’s mouth.Jake adds “Let’s go to my room now where you will strip for me and then I will fuck you”.

The end.

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[mistymark]

the one with the annotations.

dong sicheng x reader // 3.7k words // masterlist // send requests here

summary; in which sicheng keeps writing in the books at the library and it should be obvious but that’s,,, not,,, allowed???

warnings: none its just fluff, theres some humour if u like,, squint

requested; yes :D - “Enemies to lovers 👀 with sicheng? Love your writing btw 💕” from anon

notes; based on this prompt: ”You’ve got to stop returning books full of corrections and spiteful comments in red pen bc I can’t stop reading them and my boss gives me disapproving glares when I laugh at the funny ones

ohhhhh boi

so while you were at uni you had a part time job at the library

because surprise surprise as a lit major you like books

shocker there

you always tried to work the late shifts, closing up and doing the returns

just because it was easy and relaxing organising and restacking the books

but soon you wished you took the earlier shifts

because of dong sicheng

not to be dramatic but

your long rival

he started coming to the library to borrow books

because that’s kind of the point of a library

but he ended up liking the environment for studying

and would stay there for hours just to study

and you’d admire his hardworking nature

if he left on time, that is

you would do the rounds ten minutes before closing

just to tell everyone like

‘hey, we’ll be closing in around ten minutes if you want to begin packing up’

but this bitch

would nEVER PACK UP ON TIME

you’d end up standing at his table with your bag and the keys in your hand

tapping on the wood to try and get his attention

and him slowly packing up afterwards

even tho he kNOWS you want to go home

‘you’re just as slow as you were in kindergarten hey?’

and he’d be so furious

‘you know you cheated’

‘I don’t remember any such thing’

and maybe you did maybe you didn’t

you were like four years old

as if you’d remember a race you won when you were that age

he just rolls his eyes and leaves as you lock the doors

you leave in the other direction

happily leaving him behind

but he stops by every Monday Tuesday and Thursday night to study

which are the days you work as well

he acts like it’s just part of his schedule 

but he worked out if he came in on Wednesday’s he didn’t have the opportunity to annoy you

and honestly?

annoying you at the end of your shift and after a long session of studying was the highlight of his night

but he keeps borrowing books

and you’re like

whatever

until he borrows this new book you’ve been wanting to read for ages

and you were low-key so bitter

this lil bitch has no way of knowing you wanted that book but somehow he does and that’s the only reason he’s borrowed it

even though,, he literally had no idea lmao

tbh u probably would have wanted to talk to him about the books he reads bc u have very similar taste

okay the same taste

but he’s such an asshole ur like nah fam

anyways he returns it after a week

boy reads fast ok

and when he goes to drop it in the returns box

you just take it from his hand and scan it under your name straight away

and put it under the desk so no one else can borrow it

and when there’s a lull in the work at the library

you reach under the table for the book and rifle through it

and you notice a few pencil marks

and upon further inspection you realise they’re comments referencing certain parts of the book

and you do nOT stand for vandalism

but some of them are fuckin hilarious not gonna lie

on the page you just happened to open

you can see there’s a comment beside a passage of text depicting a fight scene

‘this would kill someone wtf’

and u laugh and wonder who had done this

like the book had only been out for a little while

and u finish it in just less than a week

bc u read a lot during your shifts

probably a lot more than you should tbh

and seriously the comments made the book better

you hadn’t laughed so hard at random commentary so much

like the words were exactly what you were thinking

you couldnt help it

while ur putting some of the books back in the middle of your shift

!!!! you see another book that u might like !!! 

not to judge a book by its cover butttttttt

it looks like ur type oop-

and after flipping through it

to get an idea of font size and chapter length cause ur a whole nerd like that

u see it ALSO has pencil markings

in the borders and underlining sentences

and without even thinking u borrow it

just to read the funny comments again

and ur boss comes up to you during your shift and is like

‘have you seen someone’s been writing in the books? look at this’

and thrusts a book in ur face

and ur like ??????? okay chill I’ll look

and u read the writing she’s pointing at

the familiar loopy handwriting adorning the page

and it says ‘I hope she throws her drink in his face’

when u read the paragraph for context

u realise it’s a confession scene

a few lines down the mystery person has written ‘called it.’

and u can’t help but laugh

like come on that was funny

but ur boss doesn’t agree

she just asks you to find out who’s doing it so they can be suspended from the library

or charged with vandalism

or something

she wants vengeance

u roll ur eyes and go to one of the staff computers

scrolling through the lists of borrowers for that specific book

and it’s a fuckin library that book has been borrowed a loT

2031 times ???????????????

you almost fall of your chair tbh

then someone clears their throat in front of u

and u immediately apologise as u try and get the right tab up to process the borrower’s book

but once u look at the person in front of u

you wish you hadn’t been so nice

sicheng stands in front of you

a grin on his face as he hands you another book

smug bitch is so happy he startled u

‘looking at porn on the library computer, yn?’

u laugh

‘I’m not u in 8th grade’

he glares at you as he takes his book and goes back to his desk to continue studying

u were soooo hoping he’d leave

even tho u kinda enjoyed looking at him

like dude was hot okay

what were u supposed to do????

ur actual job????

please.

so he stays

and when it’s ten minutes til closing

u go and let everyone know

and u stop at sichengs table

and he’s writing out notes or something

idk it’s not like u care anyway lol

but he’s lowkey frustrated bc he keeps messing up this one goddamn formula

so he erases it

and that’s when u catch a glimpse of his handwriting

and bruh am I high or is that the exact same handwriting as in the books

I mean he has borrowed a few of the books

and he’s into that genre

not that you've checked out his borrowed list or anything

basically ur having this whole conversation with yourself in your head

bc ur cool like that

and he’s like ????? why this bitch standing over my shoulder and watching me write out this equation

until he’s like ‘what are u doing’

and ur like !!!!! oh hi !!! sorry I was busy listening to the voices in my head lmao xD

jk jk

‘have u been writing in the books’

and suddenly he’s super shy

and he has this massive grin

and he’s like ‘no’

bitch we know it was u stfu

u roll ur eyes and ur like ‘its not funny my boss wants you to be suspended’

he squints at you

‘how do you even know it was me’

and then:

‘DO YOU HAVE E V I D E N C E’

and u cross your arms

like a badass bitch

and ur like ‘I have plenty of evidence actually’

‘for one, youve borrowed all the books that have been found with writing’

‘and your handwriting matches’

subconsciously he covers his notebook with his arm to hide his handwriting

and he's like ‘why are u telling me this’

you're taken aback by the question tbh

like ?????? to be a good person ??????

idk u fuckwit just wanted to warn you

‘thought you'd want to know’

and he just turns back to his book

and you shrug and walk away like ok get suspended then see if I care

but u do :((

but as you walk away hes like

‘wait’

‘Im gonna be suspended??’

and u nod like ye that's what I just said but ok

‘like I cant borrow or I cant come in at all?’

u don't know tbh

‘both I think?’

and suddenly there's panic in his eyes

another person walks past u and thanks u

and u mindlessly tell them to have a good night as they leave

everyone has left

except sicheng of course

that beautiful son of a-

wait why did u say beautiful

‘what can I do to nOT get suspended??’

and u shrug bc idk dude not my problem

but then u think about it

‘I mean if u get rid of the evidence theres no way u can be suspended, right?’

and he seems so happy at the thought

‘would you help me? please?’

and ur sooooooo skeptical

‘depends. what do u want to me to do?’

‘I mean I need access to the books so’

‘yeah ill let u in and out’

‘I can't exactly just erase the markings when people could be watching’

and that's exactly how you end up sitting in the library with dong sicheng at 11pm at night rifling through books to find odd pencil markings to erase

it wasnt that hard

u just got his record up

*snorts* ‘you borrowed ‘how to talk to girls’ when we were thirteen’

and he just rolled his eyes and marched to the computer like ‘you can see my record I deserve to see yours’

and ur like NOOOOOO nononononono

but later

‘you've read all the light-fighter novels??’

he looks at you from where hes searching for one of the books on the list, an eyebrow raised

‘yeah why’

‘dude,, I loved those books’

and he smiles a little

‘thats where I started marking the books tbh, every time I read it id add a little cross in the corner of the cover bc I read it so often’

part of u is a little impressed

the other is annoyed at how similar your taste in books is

but the first part keeps asking why u hate him so much

other than the staying late and the snarky comments

which you actually find kinda funny-

anyways

once you've gathered up a few of the books

like at least ten each

you sit on the floor of the childrens section

beanbags sprawled out beneath you as u read through some of the books

most of them you've read before

and every time you giggle at something hes written his smile gets a little bigger

but of course youre looking at the book so you dont notice

and he keeps his head down

‘is it bad that im hungry’

you lift your head from the book to look at sicheng

hes not even reading anymore hes just lounging back on the beanbags

and maybe he'd been watching u read

watching as the smile on your face grew wider at his commentary

‘I didnt see you leave tonight. have u eaten?’

you furrow your brows in thought, trying to recall having seen him leave

‘you been watching me, y/n?’

‘have you been eating, sicheng?’

and there's something about the way you say his name that makes his heart jump

his voice is soft as he looks at you in the dark

‘no’

you focus back on the book in front of you

‘finish whatever book youre on and we’ll call it a night’

‘what, you wanna go eat?’ 

you cant tell if hes just surprised or if hes hopeful

or something else

‘no but I do want to sleep’

you laugh and he forces a laugh too

you dont notice the difference

when you've returned all the books

he meets you at the front door as you grab the book you'd been reading that shift

hes just standing by the door on his phone

and maybe its bc ur tired or maybe its just him

but u cant help thinking

Jesus Christ this boy is attractive

and okay maybe u had a crush on him a few years ago

but hey! you were eleven what could u do

the crush still lasted like two years tho lmao

but u shoulder your bag and open the door for him

making sure to lock it carefully

and he walks with you in the direction of your apartment

and ur like oh u live this way too?

and hes like nah

but what kind of boy would he be if he didnt accompany home

like christ y/n u could be h u r t out here at this time of night

but you just smile at him bc wow thats ??? actually ??? kinda sweet

‘who are u and what have u done with dong sicheng’

and there goes his heart again

he just nudges u with his elbow 

and u laugh at him and continue on ur way

when u get to ur building he thanks u for ur help in the most polite way possible

and u can kind of see that hes actually rlly nice ??? how ???

but hes back at the library the next day

and of course he comes up to the counter as soon as he spots you

sneaking around a few desks so u dont hear him come up behind you to whisper ‘BOO!’ in your ear

you jump like three feet in the air and spin around to tell him to get out from behind the desk

‘I dont see a nametag on u that means u have to be on THAT side of the desk thank u very much’

‘didnt realise your name tag said bitch on it geeeez y/n ://’

and u just fix him with a glare once hes finally on the right side

‘are u borrowing a book or not’

‘nuP’

he leans on the desk

his eyes staring straight into yours

‘just wanted to ask if u were able to stay back tonight’

you roll ur eyes

you'd barely gotten any sleep last night

but the look of concern on his face when he realises youre hesitating makes you nod

‘of course,, wouldnt want my least favourite person to get kicked out’

‘I always knew you had a soft spot for me’

you roll ur eyes aGAiN

‘go bother someone else’

‘oh is the hot librarian in?’

you push him away from the desk

but he doesnt miss the faint smile on ur lips

‘sicheng dont make me give you $100 in overdue book fees’

he sticks his hands up at the threat, his eyes wide

‘no. please. ill do anything’

when u raise an eyebrow at him, he just grabs the book you'd been reading (and not yet borrowed) and walks away

and he winks too

u have to stop your heart from beating out of its chest

and later

its 8pm and the library is officially closing

and for the past three hours you'd been walking to sicheng’s desk and subtly been trying to steal your book back

but every single time hes seen you coming

and pulled the book under the desk or into his lap

away from your grabbing hands

every. single. time.

you tap your foot impatiently at him when its time to continue ur undercover project

and he smiles down at his notebook when he hears u huff in annoyance at him

he dramatically looks up at you

‘do you need something?!’

‘do you want to get suspended?!’

he narrows his eyes at you but stands up anyway

he carefully puts his things in his bag and takes the list of books from your hands

a few of them are already crossed out as having been checked and erased

but theres still a lot to go

it takes you almost three weeks to finally get to the last day

and it had been the same thing every time;

sicheng took forever to pack up

you'd eventually find about ten books each

sit in the children’s section

laugh and chat about your lives while you went through the books

tease each other

and when you'd finished,

he'd walk you home

every single time

without fail

it became a habit that on the Tuesdays he'd stop by on his way to his morning class to drop coffee off for you

because he'd kept you up the night before

and it became easy to lose track of time with sicheng

he was just so engaging

there was no part of you that felt bored or uncomfortable with him

yeah he was annoying and infuriating

but his good book taste made up for it

and his annotations in the margins of the books too

‘is this the last of them?’

he squints down at the page again, counting the books on the table again

its the third time hes counted

‘surely ive read more than this’

‘not from this library ://’

you blow your hair out from your face and look down at the pile

‘you know, I think my manager is starting to get really suspicious of me’

‘why’ he looks up briefly from his book to read your face

but you try and remain calm

‘well she only told me about the markings right. and now theyre disappearing’

he looks at you like ?????

‘well she knows ive been closing up late... I think she thinks I did it’

he laughs ‘you? has she met you?’

you pout and throw a pillow at him

‘HEY! what's that supposed to mean :((’

‘it means ive never met someone who's so protective over books as you’

you think about it, chewing ur bottom lip

‘lets just finish this’

‘do u want to get food after’

he surprises you with the sudden question

and the slight nervousness thats evident on his face really makes you want to say yes

but you have a class tomorrow

and you always try and finish up here earlier on a Thursday night

‘cant :((’

he nods and goes back to readng

theres silence for a while

but you find it comfortable

sicheng on the other hand, feels as though hes just been shot down

like

you just turned down his date

you've kinda noticed hes more reserved now

quiet

but rlly hes just kind of embarrassed

until u say something that gives him hope

‘I,, uh, I dont have plans tomorrow night’

and ngl boy is stunned

‘just if u wanted to go see a movie or something idk’

now its ur turn to be embarrassed

u hope ur hair is hiding ur face as u look back down at the book in ur lap bc no doubt ur blushing

but sicheng is just staring at you

and

before even saying anything

he leans over the gap between you

with all the books

and hovers in front of your face

ur so shocked and ur heart is beating way too hard and fast and ur breathing is too quick to be normal are you having an attack I dont know-

and then he leans forward a little bit more

and his lips meet yours

and suddenly its like a fireworks display went off inside you

and then its almost midnight on a Thursday night and ur sitting in the children's section of your workplace in the beanbags with sicheng cupping ur face and kissing you

he just really needed to kiss you

like more than he needed air

and when u finally pull back

he loves how breathless you are

how you have to fight to keep the smile off your face

how you stare at him with wide eyes

‘so its a date then?’

you blush even redder

and nod

‘ye its a date :))’

but for the next fifteen minutes you sit in stunned silence together

small smiles playing on your faces

until u look at your watch and ur like

‘shit sicheng I have to go’

and his eyes widen bc holy crap u were supposed to leave like half an hour ago

so u both sprint around the library trying to put all the books back

and he meets you at the door again after you've grabbed the keys and made sure everything that needed to be locked was,,, u know,, locked

and when ur walkign to the door again

hes on his phone

u cant see but hes texting his friends about what happened lmao what a softie

and when u walk out together

without thinking he grabs your hand

and u walk home

hand in hand

after midnight

he clears his throat

‘so uh,, when actually is our date’

‘my last class ends at 5-’

‘so 5 it is’

‘are u sure??’

he nods happily

and he presses a gentle kiss to ur forehead when u get to ur doorstep

‘ill see u tomorrow’

but the next day

when u come out of your last class

a little giddy

a little too excited

and see him leaning against one of the stone pillars

effortlessly handsome

you feel your heart flip

and maybe ur just tired or maybe its him

but hes really attractive

like really really attractive

its actually just that youre in love with him

he doesnt see you coming

too focused on something on his phone

but he definitely sees you when you push his hand out to the side and step onto ur toes to kiss him

and u can feel him smile a little as he kisses you back

‘ready for that date?’

‘yeah, where are we going’

‘so I was thinking we could go to the libra- HEY! dont hit me I was j o k i n g y/n jesus christ’

#dong sicheng #winwin #nct winwin #nct sicheng #wayv #wayv sicheng #wayv winwin #dong winwin #nct fluff #wayv fluff #nct imagines #wayv imagines #nct crack #wayv crack #is this crack I dont think so lol #nct 127 #wayv humour #nct humour #enemies to lovers au #nct enemies to lovers #wayv enemies to lovers #sicheng autocorrected to schenk and I cant stop laughing h e l p

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The Lucky Ones Pt. 2 (Riarkle AU Tow-Shot)

Fandom: Girl Meets World

Pairing(s): Riarkle (Mainly), Markle (Kinda…?)

Characters: Riley Matthews, Farkle Minkus, Maya Hart, Stuart Minkus, and Jennifer Bassett-Minkus

Rating: T for explicit language

Prompt from lucasfriarfan: When accused of stealing from her husband’s family, Riley starts to wonder if Farkle is really the man she married anymore. Can she ever trust him again when he believes she’s capable of something so awful? Will they be able to last in a world that they don’t both truly belong in?

Author’s Note: Part 2 of 2

Interrogation Recording of Maya Penelope Hart from the New York Police Department

Maya Penelope Hart: This is ridiculous.

Detective One: Millions of dollars is missing. You think that’s ridiculous?

Hart: I think that you having me locked up in here is ridiculous.

Detective Two: You’re good friends with Farkle Minkus, correct?

Hart: He married my best friend. That wouldn’t have happened if we weren’t solid.

Detective Two: So, you stole from a friend, then?

Hart: I didn’t steal anything.

Detective One: Oh, no?

Hart: No.

Detective One: So, where were you last night from 11 to 11:45?

Hart: Home. Check my apartment building’s surveillance.

Detective Two: Oh, see, I was hoping you’d say that, Ms. Hart. The virus sent to take the funds from the Minkus Trust was from your IP address. The one you’d be on if you were home.

Hart: I-

Detective One: You have quite the record, Ms. Hart. Maybe you think you’re some kind of Robin Hood, maybe you’re just low-class trash, I don’t know. I do know you stole from the Minkus’s. From your friend.

Hart: I would never do that, okay? Farkle’s done a lot for me, I’d never backstab him like that.

Detective Two: Mr. Minkus has done a lot for you, hasn’t he? Paid off your student loans, invested in your little gallery, got you all new equipment to try out photography a year ago-

Hart: How did you-

Detective Two: But he also married Riley Matthews. And since then his family has brought your best friend nothing but pain. Maybe you wanted revenge? For Riley.

Hart: I would do anything for Riley, I love her but-

Detective One: Sounds like a confession to me.

Detective Two: Huh, me too. Me too.

Anchor One: Good morning, New York!

Anchor Two: Developments in the Minkus Trust Robbery Scandal point towards the family’s new daughter-in-law’s best friend!

Anchor One: After what Jennifer Bassett-Minkus has said, I am not surprised. Maya Hart, the childhood companion of Riley Matthews-Minkus, has previously been charged with vandalism and cyber crimes related to robbery.

Anchor Two: Oh, come on! How can she not be guilty?

Anchor One: I don’t know but Minkus International CEO, Farkle Minkus, has issued an official statement claiming his support of Hart and saying he believes she’s innocent.

Anchor Two: Of course he did, he’s under the spell of his pretty, young thing— I mean, wife.

Anchor One: Honestly, I think Matthews-Minkus had something to do with the robbery.

Anchor Two: How could she have not? Her and Hart are always boasting how close they are!

Anchor One: Exactly, and both girls grew up lower or middle class. Matthews-Minkus was probably the mastermind and took advantage of Hart’s cyber skills. Poor Farkle Minkus has no idea how he was just played.

Anchor Two: It’s sad, really, that someone could do that to the man they claim to love.

Anchor One: And you know what? Once he realizes the person she really is? That’s going to be one nasty divorce…

Interrogation Recording of Riley Nebula Matthews-Minkus from the New York Police Department

Riley Nebula Matthews-Minkus: Maya Hart is innocent.

Detective Two: Is she?

Detective One: Does that mean you have something to tell us, Ms. Matthews?

Matthews-Minkus: It’s Mrs. and Matthews-Minkus, but I think you knew that. And no, that doesn’t mean anything except that Maya Hart is innocent.

Detective Two: The virus was from her IP address.

Matthews-Minkus: And you honestly think that someone smart enough to write that virus wouldn’t be smart enough to also reroute the code through a false IP? Pretty shoddy police work, if you ask me.

Detective One: No one did.

Matthews-Minkus: Oh, is that not why I’m here? For you to ask me things?

Detective Two: Don’t get smart with us.

Matthews-Minkus: Can’t help it. My default state of being is ‘more intelligent than you’.

Detective Two: Your husband know what a bitch you really are?

Matthews-Minkus: *Long Silence* Yeah, he does. And he’s fucking proud.

Phone call between Riley Matthews-Minkus and Maya Hart

*Riiiing….Riiiing….Riiing*

Automated Voice: Inmate-

Maya: Maya Hart.

Automated Voice: of the New York City Jail is attempting to call you. Do you accept this call?

Riley: Yes, I do.

Automated Voice: You have accepted. Please wait while you are connected.

Maya: Honey?

Riley: Peaches!

Maya: God! It is good to hear your voice!

Riley: Same. I need you, Peaches.

Maya: I know, Honey. How are you?

Riley: Maya, you’re the one in jail! I should be asking you that!

Maya: I’m fine and I know something’s up, Riley. You can’t lie to me, Mrs. Matthews-Minkus.

Riley: Don’t call me that.

Maya: Call you- Wait, is it you and Farkle? Did something happen between you two?

Riley: I’m fine, Maya. No one’s bothered you there, ri-

Maya: Honey, you aren’t fine. I can hear it in your voice. Tell Peaches what’s wrong.

Riley: *Takes a deep breath* Maybe everyone was right, Maya. Maybe Farkle and I are just too different. *Long silence* He won’t speak to me.

Maya: He won’t- Why not?

Riley: *Humorless laugh* Fuck if I know. Since the thing with the money, he won’t speak to me and he moved out of our bedroom and has been avoiding me all week. I don’t- Maya, I don’t know what to do. I think that he might actually think I had you do this.

Maya: Careful what you say there, Riley.

Riley: I know, I know, being recorded. I didn’t do anything, Maya, and neither did you… I just don’t think my husband knows that for sure. How can he think that I would ever take from him? He’s given me the world and I- *Swallows hard* I cannot be married to someone who thinks I’m capable of stealing from him.

Maya: Honey, I don’t think you know the full story.

Automated voice: 10 second warning.

Riley: And how exactly am I supposed to get it when he won’t even look at me, Maya? I can’t do this. I don’t have you and I need Farkle to be here for me and he’s not! He’s nowhere!

Maya: Riley-

Automated voice: You have reached the end of your allotted time. This call has been ended.

Texting Conversation between Farkle Minkus and Unknown Number (Several Weeks Old)

Unknown Number: You should tell your wife.

Farkle Minkus: I can’t. You know that.

Unknown Number: If you don’t, I will.

Farkle Minkus: Nah.

Farkle Minkus: You won’t.

Unknown Number: Sure about that? It’s wrong to keep her in the dark.

Farkle Minkus: Same reason I can’t tell her.

Unknown Number: ????

Farkle Minkus: Because I love her and so do you.

Unknown Number: …

Unknown Number: Than I can’t do this anymore.

Farkle Minkus: Yes, you can.

Unknown Number: I suppose you have some reason for that, too?

Farkle Minkus: Yeah, because you love me.

Farkle Minkus: And I love you.

Unknown Number: You are damn lucky, Minkus.

Farkle Minkus: I know ;)

Texting Conversation between My Babe and My Love (Present)

My Babe: Can you meet for lunch?

My Love is typing…

My Love: No. Busy.

My Love: Sorry.

My Babe is typing…

My Babe: Why? At first, I thought something was wrong with me, that I had somehow messed up with the money or something… I don’t know! But I saw the texts, Farkle. Who is she? Is she prettier? Smarter? I know you love her, you told her so. Why would you do that to me? To us? Everyone thought we’d just be a quick divorce. Guess they were right. (Unsent)

My Babe: How could you do this to me? You said you loved me? You told her so! You told whoever the hell she is that YOU LOVE ME! Don’t say shit you don’t mean. (Unsent)

My Babe: I hate you (Unsent)

My Babe: No, I don’t. But, fuck, I wish I did. (Unsent)

My Babe is typing…

My Babe: Me too

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To the Boy I Loved Before,

I know you can’t read this. You’re not that boy anymore, the one who made me feel like I could do anything like I belonged in a world I definitely did not, like I was your missing piece as much as you were mine. I wish you were. I miss you.

But, I’ve been told I don’t look at things realistically and I guess I should probably start now.

I needed you, Farkle. Maya was wrongly accused, I was wrongly accused, and I needed my husband to be there. I needed you to tell me that everything was going to be okay and even if it wasn’t, that you would be there when it fell apart. Instead, you left me alone.

I could have forgiven that, my Love. I really could have.

I cannot forgive you loving another woman though. You probably can’t help it. She’s probably funnier, prettier, more intelligent and she probably fits into your world in a way I never could. I’m happy that you found her. But that you would see her, love her, behind my back?

That I cannot forgive.

Which is why I have to go. When you find this letter on the kitchen counter, I imagine you’ll think about stopping me before I’m gone… But once you run to our bedroom and find my things already gone and come back to finish the letter, you’ll know you’re too late.

It’s for the best. We were too different, Love. We never fit into each other’s worlds, Farkle.

Riley

Conversation Captured by Surveillance Footage at JFK airport

Farkle: Riley! Wait!

Riley: Farkle, what are you doing here?

Farkle: You can’t go back to Philadelphia!

Riley: I can. And I am. Farkle, please just go! Leave me alone!

Farkle: No! You do not get to walk away from us! Not without letting me explain!

Riley: Explain?! Farkle, you had every opportunity to fucking explain from the moment picked some other whore over me!

Farkle: For fuck’s sake, Riley! There isn’t some other wh- girl! There’s never going to be anyone after you!

Riley: Oh, please! I’m not that much of an idiot! An idiot, yes, but not that much of one. I saw the texts!

Farkle: The texts… These?!?! *Pulls out phone and flicks through to his conversation with the Unknown Number* Riley, these are from a burner phone! THAT I GAVE TO MAYA!

Riley: *Stops dead* M-Maya?

Farkle: Yes! Maya!

Riley: *Face turns red* MAYA IS THE OTHER WOMAN?!

Farkle: THERE’S NO OTHER WOMAN! *Looks at the people giving them looks* Babe, please just listen to me, okay? Please.

Riley: *Reluctantly nods* Fine.

Farkle: These texts? *Waves phone* Aren’t about an affair. They’re about Maya and I taking all my family’s money and giving it to charity. My parents never would have let me give away our fortune, so I made a plan with Maya to use a virus to do it. She had to take the fall for a little while so that I could transfer the money to a charity account, but I was on my way to the NYPD when my wife decided to leave me. So, I ran down here instead.

Riley: So, Maya did take the money.

Farkle: No, she built the virus. I’m the one that sent it and I’m the one who handled the money afterward. It’s not illegal to write code so the police will have to let her go. And it was my family’s money, so they can’t arrest me either. I just withdrew from my family’s Trust in an admirably creative way.

Riley: …Those cops are going to be so pissed.

Farkle: Maybe, but they can’t arrest me.

Riley: … Your parents are going to disinherit you.

Farkle: Maybe that wouldn’t be the worst thing. I love my parents but they aren’t who I thought they were. If they were, they would have accepted you, loved you, like I do.

Riley: Why didn’t you tell me?

Farkle: Well, you would have never let Maya and me do it… And you’re not signed onto the Minkus Trust so there was a risk on them pinning everything on you as robbery, even with my confession. I couldn’t, Riley. *Long Pause* Please don’t go, Babe.

Riley: *Slowly smiles* Ugh! I’m not going anywhere. Except with you to get Maya out of jail.

Farkle: *Grabs her and hugs her close* Oh thank God!

Riley: *Leans back, looks into his eyes* Ever keep something like this from me again? And I will get on the plane.

It was, like, really hard finding a loophole that worked to make this a happy ending but I DID IT!

#Riley Matthews #riley x farkle #farkle x riley #riley #matthews #farkle minkus #farkle #minkus #Maya #hart #socialite #AU #GMW #BMW #girl meets world #boy meets world #money #greed #love #a study in black holes and supernovas #Maya hart

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~ © ~ Grant Levi Emerson ~ © ~

© Birthday: March 31st || Age: 21 years old © Zodiac Sign: Aries © Hometown: Lakewood, Florida © Works as a Model © The Token Rich and Pretty Boy Trope™ © With a Dash of Fuckboy Mixed In, Too © Has an Unnecessary Obsession With Gucci © Is Largely Into “Adventures” Because He Likes Being Outside © Surfs Regularly and Spends Copious Amounts of Time at the Beach © Has Big Love For Cars, Mostly the Expensive Kind, but Also in General © Loves Ice Cream and Chipotle Way, Way Too Much © Would Love to be a Stuntman or Racecar Driver One Day

Growing up as the only child to rich parents really would seem like a great thing, one would think, but Grant found that it was something he could’ve probably done without. The parents part, anyway, the money he definitely enjoyed. He grew up in a suburb of Orlando which meant he had plenty to do with that money -copious amounts of luxuries, plenty of opportunity to entertain and spoil himself, not to mention the beaches that he loved spending time at. Grant loved everything about his life -the money, where he lived, the friends he had- except for how things were with his parents.

When Grant was a child, things with his parents were fine; they both had fairly busy jobs -his mother, Liz, a successful OB/GYN with her own practice and his father, Mitchell, being the CFO of a business credit union in Orlando. They never fully left him to his own devices as a small child, though, the two adults working out how to spend time with their son and give him the attention he deserved at a young age. It really was easy to think that they were a happy family, that things would stay that way. When Grant was little, he was the happiest child; energetic, chatty, bordering on rambunctious. He thought he was one of the luckiest kids in the world because his parents paid attention to him and spoiled him.

As Grant got progressively older, more “self sufficient,” however, this started to change. In his pre-teen and early teen years, Grant became more and more aware of the level of neglect he was facing. He was eleven years old with multiple credit cards, an auto-reload on chargeable apps, any toy or video game he’d ever asked for. He even had a personal chef that he had on speed dial for when he wanted anything made for him at home. What he gradually lost was the attention from his parents. He would go to school, he would be playing the sports that he was, perhaps have a girl he wanted to talk about, anything typical of a young boy, and there was no one at home for him to talk to about it, his parents suddenly not having the time for him anymore as he hit ages that they deemed he didn’t “need” it anymore.

It became apparent during this time, too, that the strain in the family didn’t end with his parents simply not paying attention to him the way he liked. There was a strain on the relationship between Liz and Mitchell; they began fighting more about trivial things, started accusing one another of being different. Their focus became more about tearing each other apart and breaking down their marriage than it was about their son who was more or less falling by the wayside. Grant picked up quickly on the fact that his parents were going to be getting a divorce, and because of the way that things had been at home and the way he had been being treated in the wake of all of the drama, he didn’t particularly care. He never really looked at his parents and thought about how in love they were, or how well they worked together or anything like that. He just knew he had a mom and a dad and they took care of him, but somewhere along the way, that changed and it became more about destroying each other than taking care of him.

So Grant let them; he let them fight, he didn’t try to diffuse tensions in the house, he didn’t ask questions or show interest in the fact that things were very obviously going poorly for them. In fact, more often than not, Grant simply left the house. He would go to the beach, or to the mall, or to a friend’s house. He would sit at various local cafes and shops there in Lakewood until the later hours of the evening when they would finally let him know he had to leave because they were closing up for the day. He avoided home as much as possible; not because he couldn’t handle the fighting, but because he couldn’t handle the way that he felt absolutely invisible in his own home.

The divorce was an insanely long process between the adult’s busy work schedules and all the splitting of properties -the Emerson estate, their multiple vacation homes, cars in the garage, details of Liz’s practice, so many things were brought into question given their shared ownership. Grant was mostly miserable through all of it, thinking it was the stupidest fucking thing in the entire world that they couldn’t just break up already and call it a day (who gave a shit who got the Hampton’s house? Buy a new one). While his parents were very good at not paying attention to their son during this entire elongated process, that didn’t stop him from having access to whatever he wanted. Mitchell and Liz practically bought their son during this period of time -the number of credit cards Grant had in his possession only increased, he got not only one car after getting his license but two, he never once got questioned about where he had been all day or what he was spending all of his money on. They gave him the access to do and buy whatever he wanted, and they gave him nothing else, Grant rarely even spoke to his parents for months at a time despite the fact that they were all still living in the same house -because lord forbid one of them leave the house they were fighting over.

Grant never exactly got to the point of acting out in the sense that most people might think. He didn’t get into drugs or vandalism or stealing, nothing like that. Why would he? He could buy himself literally whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. He had cars and money and therefore could go just about anywhere, and his parents weren’t asking any questions so he got away with pretty much anything. No, the way that Grant started to act out was by disappearing. He would leave home and not return for two or three days. Either holed up in a hotel he expended way too much room service at or crashing with friends in town, Grant would stay away from home for as long as possible. There was some hope in the boy that it might make his parents mad enough to actually yell at him -even if they were pissed at least they would notice something. Only, that time never came. Grant was lucky if they even noticed he wasn’t just upstairs in his room at home.

After a while, Grant essentially gave up. It wasn’t worth the time and energy to make a conscious effort for what should have just been given to him. He came to the conclusion that working so hard, hoping beyond hope that things would change and he might actually have a relationship with his own parents again, it just wasn’t worth it. So while he continued to do whatever he wanted in leaving the house to go wherever he pleased and spending money like it was nothing to him, he stopped going out of his way to try to see if they would notice he was missing. He stopped hovering in his mother’s office doorway, waiting for her to look up for longer than a passing moment. He stopped sitting on the opposite end of the couch from his dad, waiting for a conversation to start over the sports game on the TV but having one never come. He just gave it up. He was done. If they didn’t want to act like his parents again, after everything, then they could fuck off for all he cared. He would figure out other ways to feel good about himself, he would give his time and energy to other people who actually made him feel good and some level of cared about.

In high school, Grant became aware very quickly of another way to find the attention and the feeling of validation -for literally anything about him- he was looking for: girls. Incidentally, that validation mostly ended up being about how attractive he was more than anything, but that didn’t bother him, it was something, and something was better than nothing. He learned quickly and easily that being charming could get him very far, so that became everything to him. A part of him might have been aware that it wasn’t right, essentially stealing all of this attention from girls by flirting and complimenting and such, but the bigger part of him couldn’t quite get passed the disconnect in his brain to feel bad about it. If people who were supposed to care about him could make him feel so terrible and unseen, what did it matter if he may hurt somebody’s feelings every now and again? That was fucking life. Grant was well-versed in female relations by the time he was 17. Having lost his virginity as a mere freshman, he was absolutely not a stranger in continuing to have physical relationships with girls throughout his high school career. Sex became something that did more than just make him feel good physically; it was something that gave him value to others, something that was likable about him along with just his pretty face and charming charisma.

Dating wasn’t something that Grant did with any real seriousness. He serially dated in his teens, going out with multiple girls in a year, taking a girl out on three or four dates and calling it a relationship before he would get bored. And while that fact was a little bit true -that he was bored- it was also more than that. Grant had the irrational fear planted in his brain that eventually people would tire of him. His parents had done it, hadn’t they? So his mentality became more geared toward the fact that if people were just going to decide they didn’t give a shit about him after all anyway, why get attached? Why commit? Why let it be something any deeper than a very surface level circumstance? He could get what he needed, what he wanted, out of being with a girl for a little while and then he could move on. It certainly gave him a bit of a reputation in school, but it wasn’t anything that hindered him much.

Because, let’s face it, Grant was obviously a popular kid. He had a large group of friends, and while none of them were super close with him, it didn’t matter. There was a large group of people who made him feel validated, who enjoyed spending time with him sometimes, that was all that mattered. Grant played football in high school, too, which between that and the fact that he was one of the circle of rich kids in the town of Lakewood, it gave him an automatic sense of popularity. Playing football was nothing serious for him, he did it for fun, to stay active, to give him something additional to keep him out of his house for extended periods of time. It was never anything that he wanted to do much with, never anything he was super passionate about; it just happened to facilitate things he needed at the time.

Grant was a junior in high school when his parent’s divorce was finally, finally coming to a long awaited close. He tuned back into how things were going between the two adults just enough to know that they were finally going to be finished. Life might finally go back to something less tense, something quieter. He wasn’t counting on anything to change between himself and his mom and dad -that was just unrealistic at this point, and he had grown passed holding out that specific hope. His mom got the house, and Grant ended up staying with her, just because that was his home and he wasn’t even sure where his dad was going (it wasn’t like they were chatting casually or anything) -not that he really thought they were really going to try fighting for custody anyway. What followed in the months after their divorce was finalized ended up being something that messed with Grant in a lot of ways.

Suddenly it was like a switch had been flipped; like Grant had been sitting in a room with all the lights off, waiting for someone to come turn them on and see him sitting there, and his parents finally had. Because out of no where, Liz started engaging with her son. She would suggest they go out to dinner together at least once a week, she would ask every now and again where he had been and if he had had a good day, she would offer to take him to local car shows on her day off just for fun. Mitchell took to texting him with regularity, daily almost. He would call a couple times a week, too, to “check in.” The man would talk about movies they could go see together, invite Grant to come to the country club and golf with him a  couple of his buddies, told Grant that he should come stay with him for weekends sometimes and they could have “bachelor pad” weekends. The attention was so startlingly opposite the lack of interest his parents had in him for so long that Grant was stunted.

It dawned on the boy that what he thought might be a turnaround, a good change for him and the relationships he had with his mom and dad, was actually just the two of them working even harder to buy their child, but in a way that one-upped each other, too. The invites to do special things with either of them were often paired with “bet you haven’t done anything like this with your mom lately, huh?” or “does your dad let you get these for yourself? I imagine not.” It really defeated Grant in a way, that after all the time it had been, after the abrupt switch of a change in their attention for him, that it still wasn’t about him, it wasn’t about being his mom and dad, it was about trying to be better than one another. It was a competition, it was a game, and he was just a pawn on the chessboard.

This realization combined with the level of emotional whiplash really did things to Grant’s psyche, his sense of self worth. It led him further down the path of disconnect with others, in terms of relationships specifically. He buried himself in physical relationships, hooking up with whoever he could, not giving much attention beyond that. He sought out validation from girls more than he had before. He grew reckless in the things he was doing -going on a spur of the moment session of skydiving, trying to teach himself to surf before actually seeking out an instructor, spending more money than he ever had before.

The biggest thing that came of this wave of recklessness in Grant was his involvement in street racing. He had always thoroughly enjoyed cars, paid attention to NASCAR races every now and again, but definitely liked cars for himself, took the time to know them -even though it was mostly more expensive, flashy cars his attention primarily went to. Finding out about the street racing scene in Daytona was more of a blessing in disguise than anything off-putting for him. It gave him the opportunity to mess with cars in a way that he hadn’t, to learn new things about something he enjoyed, and it gave him an entirely new sense of validation, too. Because he was good at racing cars, way better than anyone in the scene expected of the pretty rich kid coming in on a whim. Street racing made him feel good at something, and beyond that it fueled an intense adrenaline rush that quickly became very addicting to Grant. He liked the way that it felt wild and free. It was dangerous, for a number of reasons, and there was no doubting that, but he fucking loved being a part of that scene. And he really did become a part of it, too. While most people in it sort of turned their nose up at him, took to calling him the patronizing nickname “Richie Rich,” he did make a few friends in the scene, he did get to learn new tricks of the trade, per se. Then there were the very opposite-of-shy girls there, too. Definitely no complaints about that.

Grant wasn’t particularly bright in school -he wasn’t stupid, he was just painfully average- so going to college wasn’t exactly on his agenda. Racing became one of his biggest focuses for a long time, which was sort of odd because it wasn’t something he was sharing with other people. The door on sharing things with his parents was still tightly sealed, though of his own doing this time given they were really just kissing his ass giving him attention, so he wasn’t telling them about his extracurricular activities. His friends definitely would not have been cool with him being so reckless with the law or with his own safety, so other than a very specific select couple, none of them knew, either. It was his thing, and he loved it. He still spent a ton of time at the beach, still went on entirely unnecessary shopping binges, still hung out with friends in the groves they tended to come in, that didn’t change, but his nights and weekends became very frequently circulating around going to Daytona for races.

Graduating high school and sticking with his normal social life and racing, Grant really didn’t see much changing for him anytime soon. He toyed with the idea of finally getting a place of his own and leaving his parents behind him entirely -he was only 19 at the time and already thinking that way- but he never actually got around to it. Opportunity ended up coming when he least expected it when he was at a magazine’s cover launch party with a friend of his in Orlando. Grant spoke with a lot of people that night -a couple models he recognized from following on instagram, some magazine executives that he wasn’t too terribly interested in, a few other guys there who were also just there for the open bar and the nicely dressed females. However, Grant also spoke to an agent from Zarzar Modeling Agencies, the woman showing a lot of interest in him. So much so that she recommended that he come to Los Angeles and do a couple trial shoots for the agency, see if he liked modeling. Honestly, it didn’t take much thought. Grant /knew/ he was a good looking guy, it was one thing about him that he consistently got positive attention for, so it wasn’t like he didn’t know he’d take a good picture. Not to mention, it was a whole new level of attention for himself, of validation of self worth, that he just couldn’t pass up.

He didn’t even have a conversation with either of his parents about it first, didn’t give them the time of day about the circumstances. Grant just left Florida and moved to Los Angeles. It wasn’t like it was hard for him to pay for the flight, moving expense, and the place he was living. In further display of his parents being awful, there was barely any concern about him going off on his own, but just as much there wasn’t any pride in it. Both of them badgered him for details that they could help with, things they could send to him or help him attain, the two of them keeping up their trend of attempting to outdo each other. Eventually after settling in California, Grant just stopped contacting them entirely. It was just too draining, it brought on way too many conflicting emotions inside himself, and it wasn’t worth it. Not when he was trying to do things for himself.

Modeling was something that Grant picked up very easily. It’s not exactly the hardest job in the world -though it does have its difficulties- but even passed that was the fact that the camera loved Grant, the agency loved Grant, and the public loved Grant. His already substantial social media following skyrocketed after he signed with Zarzar Modeling and did a few shoots with them. He had on again off again flings with other models, made some new friends, really settled into California living. He loved California, too, it wasn’t too too different from Florida, the vibe was similar enough. Grant was used to adapting to changes anyway, so he had minimal complaints. It wasn’t really like he was missing a ton back home, anyway.

Getting into modeling, and particularly taking off as popularly as he did with multiple photographers and publications, Grant had a lot more eyes on him, a lot more attention being given to him. It certainly was welcomed -the kid loves people complimenting him, loves knowing that he’s worth something even if it is just a few good photos. That being said, however, between the fact that he was more on people’s radar and he was in an entirely new place, his street racing hobby had to be put on the back burner. Every now and again on rare occasions he’ll find a race to go and watch, to immerse in the social aspect of, but he hasn’t been racing cars himself since he moved to California. He definitely misses it, but he argues that everything else he has going for him now could go away if he got in trouble or got hurt racing. So he sticks with observation on occasion instead of getting behind that wheel again.

Grant was happier than he had been in a while, doing new things, finding himself in a way, living his life in California. He kept up with modeling and is still doing that today, successfully. How could he not be successful at it, I suppose, look at him. One of Grant’s best friends from back in Lakewood -Mason Winslow- contacted him after a couple years of Grant living there, mentioning that he and his sister were going to be moving to California, too. Finding out where the Winslow twins were headed, Grant made the smaller scale move from LA to Lockland; this working out alright with his working situations because Zarzar Agencies had an office they operated out of in Long Beach, too. Now he’s living in Lockland in one of Elliot Gold’s luxury condos -thanks to his connection with friend and fellow model Mia.

While it’s very easy for Grant to be written off as the token rich, pretty boy or even so far as the stereotypical fuckboy, there is more to him than that. He won’t openly admit to that, in fact he would much rather everyone think that he’s as simple as that instead of having to go into the deep rooted self worth issues that linger beneath the surface. He is still very charming, very social. He’s a chill individual -loves the beach, loves good food, loves girls. Shallow and air-headed can also be very good identifiers for him, but that’s just socialization for him. He’s pretty and that’s where he really finds his own identity, and it’s something that’s validated frequently for him, too. He can’t help if that means he’s not overly smart (right?) He’s a good kid at heart, he’s not really out here trying to hurt anybody -even though he’s definitely done his fair share of heart breaking. While he’s out on his own, has a steady job, and is living a seemingly grown up sort of life, he definitely still has some maturing to do. Maybe someday he’ll get around to it.

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