xrenjunniesx

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Piggyback Rides

piggyback rides

bf!mark

word count : 488

you feet were growing beyond tired and sore but you couldn’t stop walking now. you and mark had been walking around for hours at this point, going to all kinds of stores and small events around the city. It’s been hours since you’ve sat down and you’re exhausted to say the least.

it was rather peaceful among these streets you walked along. the trees hung over the path, providing shade from the harsh sun.

you were beginning to walk slower, stomping your feet in order to keep yourself going otherwise you would stop and give up.

“you okay baby?”

“I’m so tired mark, my feet are killing me.”

he frowned, placing his hand on your back to provide some comfort as the two of you continued to walk.

“we’re so close to the restaurant but I can’t..” mark was suddenly in front of you, leaning down and reaching back to tap your hip.

“here, get on my back quickly.”

“what-“

“hurry up baby”

you cheeks burned up but you couldn’t deny the offer any longer. you quickly hopped onto his back, wrapping your legs around his waist. he held onto your legs before he stood up a bit straighter and began to walk as fast as he could down the street.

“this is embarrassing.” you whined, resting your head next to his. you hear his faint quiet laugh. he was clearly getting tired too, judging by his heavier breathing, but he continued to carry you.

“we can sit over there” he let go of your leg for a brief second to point towards a garden area that was in front of a grand building. it had a small bench that was surrounded by green plants and a few flowers.

“you can put me down now, I can walk there.”

you say, but he ignores your words and continues until he was right in front of the bench. he slowly lowers you until you stood on your own two feet. the both of you practically collapse onto the bench.

“I didn’t realise how tired I was until just now.” he said, breathing out heavily. you felt bad but you still giggled at him.

“thank you for carrying me” you say, turning so your body faced him. you placed a hand on his chest and smiled, “it was very kind of you, baby”

he laughed at your words, lifting his own hand up to where your hand was on his chest. he wrapped his hand around yours, holding it tightly.

“should we just call an uber and go home?” he suggests, looking at you for your approval. “didn’t you want to visit that restaurant though?” you say, but he shakes his head, “not anymore. I’m literally about to fall asleep on his bench. we’ve been out for way too long.”

you smile and take your phone out, getting a uber ready. “let’s go home and order take out.”

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xrenjunniesx

1 year ago

omg this is so cute😭😭

now playing... "show and tell"

pairing | basketball varsity!chenle x artist!reader

synopsis | draw a pretty boy and perhaps he'll come to you.

genre | just literal 3 am fluff thoughts, bball player chenle slight brainrot, no specific prns are used (lmk if there's anything i've missed!)

wc | 0.9k

notes | so... i'm back and it's been a long while 😄 kinda forgot about tumblr for a sec but i hope you guys still remember me TT i was pretty much in a slump + acads were crazy, however!!! i am back!!! somewhat!!! likes and feedback are always appreciated (also new post layout yayy)

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the air inside the school’s gymnasium has always felt humid as it clings to your skin like a damp blanket. the place has the distinct scent of sweat — entire buckets of it actually — while the occasional skid of sneakers on the rubber floor sends involuntary shivers down your spine. it’s hardly a place one would choose for peace of mind, yet here you are, perched on the bleachers, busily drawing on your sketchpad all because of a boy.

honestly, you wouldn’t be willingly subjecting yourself to this either if he wasn’t so… pretty. he sported vibrant orange hair that matched him well, the tips sticking together from the sweat on his forehead. his cheeks were flushed from from the heat, but that didn’t bother him one bit as he energetically ran around the court. but it's his smile that captivates you the most, its brightness rivaling that of the sun, his eyes forming playful whiskers as they crinkle into crescents — a sight you've translated onto the pages of your sketchbook more times than you’d like to admit.

how were you supposed to turn down drawing someone like him as an art student? one that’s in an art slump no less.

curse all pretty men, you tell yourself as your pencil scritches over the surface of your sketchbook.

you weren’t even acquainted to him one bit. in fact, you’ve only learned of his name around a week ago? it was zhong chenle if your memory serves you right.

your friend had told you he was the famous ace of your school’s basketball team, mostly for being able to make shots from such large distances. she was shocked you weren’t even aware of the boy when he was usually the talk of the entire student body, especially during the time championship season rolls around.

hell, you don’t even care much for the sport, but he’s making you second guess that too with the way he moves so effortlessly — like he was made to play this sport. perhaps you could understand the infatuation many others harbor for him… just a tiny bit.

you continue your sketch nonetheless, stuck erasing and re-drawing a certain line that doesn’t want to bend in your favor. it seems to have taken all of your focus, as you don’t even register the sound of footsteps approaching you. a tap is placed on your shoulder, and you turn around to find the exact boy you’ve been drawing for the entirety of his varsity practice.

“is that supposed to be me?” his words are laced with intrigue, accompanied by a gentler smile than you're accustomed to, yet just as captivating in its own right — wait. why is he even here talking to you? peeking at your drawings no less?

“nope. it’s not.” you lie through your teeth without an ounce of hesitation, flipping to the cover of your sketchbook faster than he utter out another word.

“please, who else even has orange hair here?”

“who said the person i was drawing was even real? for all you know, he could be an anime character.” you counter, trying to deflect his curiosity.

“yeah, totally explains why you’ve been hanging out here more lately.” he retorts, raising his finger in mock admonishment, his playful smirk betraying his teasing tone. “don’t think i haven’t noticed you, cause i have.”

“what are you? some security guard keeping records of the people who come to the gym?” you muse, meeting his gaze with a hint of amusement.

he leans in a bit closer, voice lowering conspiratorially. “well, maybe I've been keeping an eye out for someone who appreciates my... what should i call it? anime character potential?”

your heart skips a beat at his proximity, but you maintain your playful demeanor. "oh, is that what you're calling it now? i just needed a little inspiration and the confines of the art room weren’t doing it for me.” technically what you said is true, he doesn’t need to know that he’s actually the main reason your artist block has subsided.

his grin widens, a playful sparkle in his eyes. “inspiration, huh? well, i can guarantee you'll be entertained with me around.”

“you don’t need to keep me entertained, i do that already on my own.”

“oh yeah? by watching me?”

“you just want to fuel your ego, don’t you.”

“maybe a little.” his eyes smile, voice taking on a teasing lilt, "what else have you been sketching lately? any other anime characters i should know about?"

you laugh, a nervous pitter patter dancing in your chest at the prospect of sharing more of your work with him. these were your prized possessions after all. "oh, you know, just the usual. random doodles here and there."

he only beams at your response, leaning back slightly as if to better admire your reaction. "well, i’d love to see more of your usual sometime. maybe you could show me what else you've got hidden in that sketchbook of yours."

the invitation catches you off guard, and for a moment, you're at a loss for words. "uh, sure. yeah, maybe sometime," you stammer, mentally kicking yourself for not sounding more confident in front of him.

but before the conversation can continue, a shrill whistle cuts through the air, signaling the end of chenle’s supposed water break. he glances towards the court, a regretful expression flickering across his face. "looks like i’ve got to go," he says, pushing himself off the bleachers and standing up. "but hey, don't forget about our little art show-and-tell date, okay?”

hold on, did he just call it a date? "hey, wait a moment-" you try calling after him, yet he's already disappeared onto the court. that wasn’t anywhere close to a proper invitation, but your heart flutters at the thought nonetheless.

fine, you conclude to yourself — if it’s a date he wants, then you suppose you could spare some more time for him.

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xrenjunniesx

1 year ago

Why did you unfollow me? We were so close 😞

oh? I’m sorry..

if it happened today, then it’s because I did an unfollow streak thingy whatever bc I followed a lot of accounts and didn’t really want to lol so I may have unfollowed a few accounts by accidents that I didn’t mean too…

if it wasn’t from today then it may be a different reason so let me know who you are and we can talk again (or I tell you why I unfollowed idk lol)