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i have this super long plot that maybe someone wants to do?
i made it awhile ago and a friend of mine and i did it but we moved on awhile ago.
but it's still pretty good? i think so anyway.
have a read and message me if you'd like to do it.
Four in a group. Four to cause problems and cause heartbreak.
X / 20 : A problem child from the start. He’s a lap dog, not literally, but he’s a prize for his parents to show off at functions. With his dad a wealthy and powerful CEO of a corporation, he’s treated less like family and more like a pawn in a game his dad likes to call “House”. Needless to say, without love or affection from his father who never had time and his mother who was so high out of her mind all the time to take care of him, the only company he had were nannys that didn’t speak his language. From the start of school he was followed around by boys and girls, all watching him in aw because of his perfect looks and perfect grades but his horrible temper. As a kid he’d lash out and hurt anyone who got too close because he didn’t believe anyone deserved to be his friend at that point. Once in high school he withdrew from the rough scene because it wasn’t worth the energy and he focused his sights on hurting the people that showed interest in him. The people that wanted to get close. He drew them in with sweet words and soft kisses and then threw them away, leaving them to sit in a pool of tears and recover from a world of hurt. There is one, who wouldn’t touch his bed with a ten foot pole but is happy to keep X company during the times X shows up in his favorite hiding spots, like the tucked away corner in the campus library, the nook under the stairs by the gymnasium or in the small crescent of trees in the courtyard. As far as X knows, this is the closest thing he has to a friend because they’re the only one smart enough to stand at a safe distance and let X come to them. This is Y.
Y / 20 : Is smiles and rainbows all the time. They’re happy to be where they are in life and just let the days pass as they shall. They look for nothing more, nothing less than the events that will unfold in front of them just by being patient. Especially with people. He’s always had patience with people, especially with the new addition that was added to the family when he was nine. His parents adopted another child since Y’s mother was told she could no longer reproduce. The child was Z. It took a year before Y could get Z to do anything with the family, he understood, he was scared and Y didn’t blame him. Y’s dad was never the kindest person. The children were his toys. Y had been his punching bag since he was seven. He’d always taken beatings for no apparent reason. The worst he could remember was when he spilled his glass at the table and his father backhanded him so hard he flew out of his chair and into the wall and then a proper beating ensued all while his mother just stared at her dinner plate and ate quietly as if nothing had happened. The year to top it all off was when he was thirteen and his father sent him to his uncles for the summer, the month he came back he was changed, jumpy, dark and refused to be touched even smallest and most innocent contact from Z. Y’s life had changed in just a month of a whole new type of a abuse that left more than mental scaring.
Z / 18 : Adopted into Y’s family when he was seven. His older brother, Y, two years older than him and the bravest person he’d met. Within the first two months of living in the mansion, Z was hit twice for small things that aren’t worth remembering now. After that, Z was never hit again. Y stepped in ever single time to save him, to accept punishment on his behalf. The next eleven months were spent warming up to Y. So much so that by the year mark it didn’t even feel like they were family. A secret from their parents, they shared their most intimate moments to date together and it stayed that way through middle school for them until Y was thirteen and was sent away for the month. After that, Z was never allowed to touch his secret love ever again. No hugs, no holding hands. It took an emotional toll on Z. He didn’t become cold but he was careful and refused to open up to love again. From a child he never thought he’d have it, growing up the way he did. He didn’t know his parents, he was taken away from them a two and was tossed around group homes month after month. Never hurt, never abused, but school was always tough, relationships were always tough. He could never get close to anyone for long enough for it to mean anything to him or the other person. The few people he grew attached to never fought to keep him around and when he finally found Y he thought he had it completely in the bag, he wasn’t going to let go and this time he was going to fight to keep him until it crashed and instead of trying to keep him he gave up before he started and decided love wasn’t worth chasing if it was never going to last. Jaded from age eleven. He moved his emotional capacity to something he could control, something that couldn’t escape him and something he could love and in the process found V.
V / 27: The oldest of the group and maybe the most out of place. Not a student at the university, but a professor. Patient and maybe a little too kind. In his younger years by accident he got the first girl he’d ever slept with pregnant, or so he thought. Turns out, she was already pregnant and didn’t want to ruin the fathers life so she pinned it on him. He took all the responsibility at nineteen when the baby was born. The labour so intense that the child’s mothers body broke down and she died that night. On top of the child, his mother was ill, terminal cancer that took her just two years later. Now with a toddler, two jobs and school on the side, he was ready to throw in the towel but didn’t. The child now eight years old, proving themselves to be a handful with the women V tries to date. Nine years and not once has he had a relationship last past fie months without the child getting in the way. Teaching is his only way out, finding promise of giving up the chance at an actual relationship and marrying his work, he is introduced to his newest student, Z. Younger than the rest of the students at the university, but by far the most talented and advanced in the class. With private studies and so much time invested in this one student, it wasn’t hard to build the chemistry up, at least on one side. Even with all the flirting and not to be named dates, Z still refuses him a place in his heart.
i have this super long plot that maybe someone wants to do?
i made it awhile ago and a friend of mine and i did it but we moved on awhile ago.
but it's still pretty good? i think so anyway.
have a read and message me if you'd like to do it.
Four in a group. Four to cause problems and cause heartbreak.
X / 20 : A problem child from the start. He’s a lap dog, not literally, but he’s a prize for his parents to show off at functions. With his dad a wealthy and powerful CEO of a corporation, he’s treated less like family and more like a pawn in a game his dad likes to call “House”. Needless to say, without love or affection from his father who never had time and his mother who was so high out of her mind all the time to take care of him, the only company he had were nannys that didn’t speak his language. From the start of school he was followed around by boys and girls, all watching him in aw because of his perfect looks and perfect grades but his horrible temper. As a kid he’d lash out and hurt anyone who got too close because he didn’t believe anyone deserved to be his friend at that point. Once in high school he withdrew from the rough scene because it wasn’t worth the energy and he focused his sights on hurting the people that showed interest in him. The people that wanted to get close. He drew them in with sweet words and soft kisses and then threw them away, leaving them to sit in a pool of tears and recover from a world of hurt. There is one, who wouldn’t touch his bed with a ten foot pole but is happy to keep X company during the times X shows up in his favorite hiding spots, like the tucked away corner in the campus library, the nook under the stairs by the gymnasium or in the small crescent of trees in the courtyard. As far as X knows, this is the closest thing he has to a friend because they’re the only one smart enough to stand at a safe distance and let X come to them. This is Y.
Y / 20 : Is smiles and rainbows all the time. They’re happy to be where they are in life and just let the days pass as they shall. They look for nothing more, nothing less than the events that will unfold in front of them just by being patient. Especially with people. He’s always had patience with people, especially with the new addition that was added to the family when he was nine. His parents adopted another child since Y’s mother was told she could no longer reproduce. The child was Z. It took a year before Y could get Z to do anything with the family, he understood, he was scared and Y didn’t blame him. Y’s dad was never the kindest person. The children were his toys. Y had been his punching bag since he was seven. He’d always taken beatings for no apparent reason. The worst he could remember was when he spilled his glass at the table and his father backhanded him so hard he flew out of his chair and into the wall and then a proper beating ensued all while his mother just stared at her dinner plate and ate quietly as if nothing had happened. The year to top it all off was when he was thirteen and his father sent him to his uncles for the summer, the month he came back he was changed, jumpy, dark and refused to be touched even smallest and most innocent contact from Z. Y’s life had changed in just a month of a whole new type of a abuse that left more than mental scaring.
Z / 18 : Adopted into Y’s family when he was seven. His older brother, Y, two years older than him and the bravest person he’d met. Within the first two months of living in the mansion, Z was hit twice for small things that aren’t worth remembering now. After that, Z was never hit again. Y stepped in ever single time to save him, to accept punishment on his behalf. The next eleven months were spent warming up to Y. So much so that by the year mark it didn’t even feel like they were family. A secret from their parents, they shared their most intimate moments to date together and it stayed that way through middle school for them until Y was thirteen and was sent away for the month. After that, Z was never allowed to touch his secret love ever again. No hugs, no holding hands. It took an emotional toll on Z. He didn’t become cold but he was careful and refused to open up to love again. From a child he never thought he’d have it, growing up the way he did. He didn’t know his parents, he was taken away from them a two and was tossed around group homes month after month. Never hurt, never abused, but school was always tough, relationships were always tough. He could never get close to anyone for long enough for it to mean anything to him or the other person. The few people he grew attached to never fought to keep him around and when he finally found Y he thought he had it completely in the bag, he wasn’t going to let go and this time he was going to fight to keep him until it crashed and instead of trying to keep him he gave up before he started and decided love wasn’t worth chasing if it was never going to last. Jaded from age eleven. He moved his emotional capacity to something he could control, something that couldn’t escape him and something he could love and in the process found V.
V / 27: The oldest of the group and maybe the most out of place. Not a student at the university, but a professor. Patient and maybe a little too kind. In his younger years by accident he got the first girl he’d ever slept with pregnant, or so he thought. Turns out, she was already pregnant and didn’t want to ruin the fathers life so she pinned it on him. He took all the responsibility at nineteen when the baby was born. The labour so intense that the child’s mothers body broke down and she died that night. On top of the child, his mother was ill, terminal cancer that took her just two years later. Now with a toddler, two jobs and school on the side, he was ready to throw in the towel but didn’t. The child now eight years old, proving themselves to be a handful with the women V tries to date. Nine years and not once has he had a relationship last past fie months without the child getting in the way. Teaching is his only way out, finding promise of giving up the chance at an actual relationship and marrying his work, he is introduced to his newest student, Z. Younger than the rest of the students at the university, but by far the most talented and advanced in the class. With private studies and so much time invested in this one student, it wasn’t hard to build the chemistry up, at least on one side. Even with all the flirting and not to be named dates, Z still refuses him a place in his heart.
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