Uh...they are BXB oneshots of tiktokers but i wrote these in 2020 so it's SWAYLA and Hype House. I don't know how any new tiktokers, i dont know who is problematic and tbh i don't even know why you would be reading this in 2024 but enjoy, i guess? o...
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Quinton was awoken from his peaceful slumber by his boyfriend Bryce yanking him out of bed. "I'm going out. I'll be back in two and a half hours. While I'm gone I set out a chore list for you on the kitchen table. I expect them to all be done by the time I get back, understand?" he says. The younger boy nods, rubbing his eyes trying to wake up some. "I might bring back some friends as well." he adds before walking out the room. Quinton sighed, whispering out an I love you to Bryce that he knew the older boy couldn't hear.
He throws the comforter over top his unmade bed and runs downstairs, running over to the kitchen table to see the chore list.
sweep all the floors
mop the floors
do the laundry
straighten up
do the dishes
start dinner
He was a little shocked at the list, knowing that he only had two and a half hours to do everything. He had timed himself doing the basic ones though and knew that if he worked really quickly he could get everything done in 2 hours and 20 minutes, or right before Bryce would be back. The chores might not look like much to some but Bryce and Quinton had a pretty big house, the perks of being a tiktok star. Not to mention every floor in the house was hardwood or laminate meaning he had to clean all of them.
Tiktok had been banned in the U.S, resulting in it's shut down and Bryce had gone to get a real job, surprisingly not being bombarded constantly by fans. Quinton hadn't finished his schooling and in fact now had to do online school since he was prevented from going back. Meaning he couldn't get a job, or at least not a good one with a purpose. Bryce told him it was fine and he didn't need to, but now he mentioned constantly that Quinton wasn't making money. If he messed something up and had to start over then he was wasting Bryce's money. So he tried not to mess anything up and do everything right, for both his and Bryce's sake.
He didn't hate the work, on the contrary it was kind of fun to him. What he was scared of was Bryce's reaction if it wasn't all finished, or done properly. He had made the mistake of not doing the chores that Bryce asked him too once and he ended up with a limp the next day. Not from fucking but he wished it was, at least he would've gotten some pleasure out of that. No, Bryce had kicked him repeatedly in the legs to the point where they were bruised so bad he had to limp.
He understood the fact that the house had to be clean though and didn't mind putting in the work to keep it that way. So long as it wasn't impossible to do he could find some enjoyment out of it. Well, if he was listening to music he could. He pulled his speaker out of a cabinet and turned it up, playing music quite loudly from his playlist. He runs to the sink, chucking the few dishes into the dishwasher and starting it. He then runs to the bedrooms, grabbing all the dirty clothes and throwing them in hampers to take back to the washers, also grabbing his sheets from his bed which were very dirty from past activities. He sang along with the music as he worked, "Finally I'm finding silver linings you can catch me coattail riding. My favourite suit is shiny, I've been shining since the 90's"
