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soohaaaleemeee · 2 years

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Blue Angels - Chapter IV

Characters: AU Gordan Merkel from Atomic Blonde played by Bill Skarsgård. The rest is my own original characters.

Setting: This story is set in a country that is hard to find on a map, in a city without a name and in a time similar to our own with some exceptions.

Music: Ung & Kåt by Ebba Grön and Auriel's Ascension by Jeremy Soule.

Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions about death, mentions about accidents, mental health problems.

Notes: A big thanks to @b-afterhours again for helping me with the language all the time!

The light shone in on us from the big window. Gordan's pale chest reflected the light and I looked at the dark hair around his nipples while he took my question in. He laughed a bit nervously and put his hand down the covers. I could see he touched his member.

"Fuck Ella…" he looked embarrassed and couldn't really look at me.

"Can I?" I asked again and smiled while I tugged the cover. He smiled bigger and then let go of the cover. I saw that as a yes and slowly dragged the cover down his body. When the cover was at his knees I took the view in. The long slim body. But he held his erection down with one hand and I just wanted to see everything of him. I laid my hand on his forearm, connected to the hand that he covered himself with. Carefully I patted his arm and with every stroke I came closer and closer to his hand. I heard him laugh bashfully again and when I met his eyes he let go of his erection causing it to bounce up. I let go of his eyes to look at his sex. It was big and clearly happy to see me.

"Sorry, I haven't trimmed in forever…"

It was cute how nervous he seemed to be. I smiled a little and with a firm hand I took a hold of his member and started slowly to stroke it. Gordan made a little whimpering sound and his whole body tensed up.

"Your cock is gorgeous…" I whispered. I don't know where the confidence came from. Maybe it was because he was so nervous or it was the regular "Gordan effect".

"Thank you," he said but his voice broke and he couldn't look at anything other than my hand stroking him. A bubble of precum came out from the tip which I caught with my thumb. I noticed the act made Gordan tense up even more but he soon had something else to think about when I just used it as a lube to pump him faster.

"I won’t last long…" he said, squeezing his eyes shut and he sounded like the act was painful.

"You're so sensitive… A tough guy like you…" I said teasingly and Gordan laughed between his moans.

"You don't make me tough…" he said and dragged his hands through his hair.

"Can I suck your cock a bit? Please?" I said as sexy as I could and stopped pumping him. I knew there would be a bigger chance of him saying yes if he thought I would otherwise stop all together. Gordan watched his cock twitch against his stomach. The veins were thick and it was a hot pink color, almost red.

I crawled up so that I sat between his legs and took off my dress and pantyhoose so I was just in my thin cotton underwear. Gordan swallowed hard and licked his lips.

"I should really stop this now…" It sounded like he was talking with himself. "But it feels like you really want my cock in your mouth… Right? I would like… Do you a favor?" He said groggy. I dragged my nails on the inside of his thighs and it made him clench his butt. I smirked.

"Yeah you would… Your cock is the only thing I could think about." I played with his balls and he slowly stroked his cock.

"Fuck… Bad girl… Take what you need then," he said with a smirk.

It was like he gave me a present. I was so happy that he let me suck his cock. If I had had my shit together a bit more I would have wondered if this was his plan all along. Getting me naked and begging for his cock but at that moment I was too happy to think that way. I replaced his hand around his cock with my own and then kissed the head. It answers with a little twitch. I even thought his cock was cute. I giggled and kissed it again like it was a cute puppy.

"You look so good…" whispered Gordan and patted my cheek and watched me lick his cock like a lollipop while I played with his balls. "Can you deepthroat all of it?"

I wanted to make him happy and tried to deepthroat so much of him as possible.

He sighed and leaned his head back.

"Good girl… Continue like that…" He said with a moan and I did as he said.

It was a struggle to do it but I could feel the moisture in my panties increase so much it started to feel like I had wet myself. I could feel my heartbeat in my pussy but also how I couldn't stop myself from clenching. I was forced to take a break from sucking Gordan to moan. My own orgasm was close even if I didn't even touch myself. Was I so horny about Gordan that I actually would come just from sucking his cock? I continued to lick his balls and then suck the head of his cock but I could still feel the wonderful feeling in my panties and it made it hard to concentrate when I continued to suck Gordan and he finally moaned louder.

"I’m going to come," he said and I sucked harder. I didn't want anything else other than to drink his cum greedily. It also felt like my own orgasm would explode if I just could get his cum down my throat but Gordan had another plan.

"Ella, I’m coming now…" he was forced to push me away harshly because I was on him like a leech. He came over his stomach even if it looked like he tried to catch it with hands. I looked at him annoyed and disappointed, in the way only an absent orgasm could make you. God, I hated him at that moment. Gordan breathed heavily and dried his stomach and hands with the cover.

"Wow, Ella." He said and laughed a little. I wasn't happy at all. Why didn't he let me take his cum? If he had let me I also would have came.

Gordan watched my disappointed face and looked ashamed.

"I'm sorry…" he said and covered himself with the cover.

"I will never understand you," I said and put my dress on.

Gordan was quiet as he watched me with his big eyes. He probably didn't say anything because he didn't want me to understand him. Him and all his secrets. I sighed and took my pantyhose in hand and then marched out from his room. I even closed it hard to really point out that I was mad.

I went to the bathroom to take a shower. He made me feel dirty. I had never met a guy who didn't want me to take his load. But that wasn't the only thing. When I thought about it it actually seemed like Gordan didn't even want me to blow him. He had made me feel like he did me a favor, he even said that out loud. How pathetic was I? I somehow knew that I wasn't just in love with Gordan, I was probably a bit obsessed with him. I thought too much about him and even when I tried to think about other things I still gave myself a reason to think of him. I listened to punk, I had bought myself a long black coat similar to his and I did my make up with glitter every day just because he had said he likes me in glitter. All my life had become a manifestation to Gordan. I thought again about the blow job and cringed. I had actually been close to an orgasm without some sort of touch. I most often had a hard time coming with guys at all while Gordan didn't even need to touch me. He was magical. He maybe was an angel. Maybe a blue one just like in Marta's painting, because he wasn't a regular one.

It was a bit stiff between me and Gordan after that but I couldn't stop myself from wanting to be close to him anyway. I just choose to be a bit more quiet. It was December and I was going home to my parents for Christmas. Gordan would go away after Christmas but I was forced to say goodbye to him much earlier just because I would go home. I said goodbye to Marta and then Gordan followed me to the bus station. The same route as the first time we met. He was just as quiet as then, carrying my stuff.

"So when will we meet again?" I asked him at the bus station. He sat my bag down and thought about my question.

"Second of March. I’ll come home then so I hope you are here then," he said and corrected his leather gloves on his hands. They were a Christmas gift from me after he had complained about his cold hands. He had given me a pair of Dr Martens because he thought it was stupid that walked in Converse in the winter. I had hoped for something more romantic but I was still happy that he had given me a gift.

"Of course," I said and smiled a bit. Even if the past weeks had been strained between us I hoped for a kiss. His kisses were too good and I knew I would feel better by just one.

"Ehhm yeah…" he looked at the bus. "Bye then," he spread his arms for a hug and I welcomed it. He still smelled like the rain.

"Can I get a kiss?" I said. Where did this confidence come from? He laughed a little.

"If you promise me that you will not get pissed because I can't give you more," He tried to say it jokingly but I could see in his face that it was real worry.

I nodded and then stood up on my toes so he could kiss me. He smiled a little and gave me a kiss. His lips were soft and so was the kiss but it still was such a good kiss that created warmth and euphoria in my body.

That Christmas felt long and tiring. Everything was as it used to be but I just wanted the new in life. The new being Gordan. I didn't have energy or interest for my family but I tried hard to listen to their talks. Behind my back I could hear them talk about me, the word depression came up again, as it always did when I wasn't as they expected. I told them about Marta, the fashionable old lady I lived with but I didn't tell them about Gordan. They would just ask too much and then I would just get sad. Sad because I missed him but also because it felt like he could never have that role I fantasized about him having.

I came back in the beginning of January to Marta. It was obvious she handled things without Gordan better than I did. She had had a big New Years Eve party and she was forced to get cleaners because it had become so wild. I was happy for her but felt even more gray compared to her.

"How are you holding up?" She asked me while we sat on her sofa with a red wine glass each.

"I miss Gordan," I said honestly. She nodded.

"I remember how I was in the beginning with him… Everytime he left me it felt like I was close to the edge." I didn't like when she talked like she knew what I went through. Gordan and my relationship was so different from theirs. At the same time was it nice to talk to Marta because she was the only one that understood what an impact Gordan had over you.

"It will get better. I actually feel… Well, happy even if he isn't here," said Marta. I nodded a bit. That I couldn't believe. Gordan was my sun. God, I was pathetic.

"Ella! Ella! Wake up!” said Marta hysterically. She was in my room in the middle of the night.

"What?" I whined and pulled the cover over my head.

"It's Gordan! His ship..! It was a fire!"

"What?" I sat up and looked at Marta. She just stood in her long nightgown and her white hair wild around her head.

"Ella do something!"

I looked around confused and fiddled with my hands.

"We must call someone…?" I said, confused by the situation.

"Who??"

"...His work?"

"Okay, do it then!"

I rubbed my face and stood up from my bed. I was completely naked but Marta didn't seem to react to that. I put on a Gordan's robe and looked around.

"Do we have a number?" I asked.

Marta had the number to Gordan's job. I didn't know where it went but I thought it was some sort of exchange. I shaked while calling on Marta's old Cobra phone. I didn't really hear what the woman that answered said, I just rabbled out my matter.

"Gordan Merkel?" She said.

"Yeah, I think he works on the loading deck."

It was quiet on the line.

"Yeah, Gordan works here but he isn't working now. His next job is at the beginning of February."

I was quiet and tried to take in what she had said.

"If you believe he was on the ship as a passenger you can go down to our office by the harbor. They are open now to give information."

I nodded even if she wouldn't see that then I hung up. Marta stood next to me and fiddled with her nightgown.

"He doesn't work," I said and tried to take in the words again.

Marta looked incomprehensible to me.

"He must have lied." I said and looked down at my hands. Marta shook her head.

"I talked to him. He called from the boat. Their line. Can he have been on as a passenger?"

I shrugged my shoulders but then remembered the woman's word.

"...They have an office down by the harbor… Should I go down there?"

Marta nodded hysterically.

"Of course! What if something has happened to Gordan and we don't know!!"

I felt pain in my chest and throat because of her words. Yes, of course I must go down. This was Gordan. Who cares if he had lied.

I more or less ran to the harbor. Dressed in sweatpants and one of Gordan's knitted sweaters. If it wasn't because of my anxiety and stress I would have been cold in the snowy January weather but now I didn't feel a thing. The office was full of people, private people but also reporters and journalists. I sat down on a plastic chair and took a deep breath. This was crazy. Gordan, the angel, the light, maybe was dead. He may have drowned or been burned inside. Maybe he had gotten burned. Got his perfect weird face melted away. My legs jumped up and down while I waited.

"Can I help you?" A girl behind the desk asked me. She was pretty in a Scarlett Johansson way and for a short second I wondered if maybe she was Gordan's girlfriend. What did I even know about the boy?

I stood up and went to the desk.

"I was wondering if Gordan Merkel was on board the ship." The girl nodded a bit.

"Wait a second." She went through a doorway behind the desk and then around a corner. I looked at a man that was crying next to me in front of the desk. Maybe that would be me soon. The girl came back and then smiled a bit.

"Yes, together with Francesca Edelman. He is at a hospital and is okay. She is okay as well."

#bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard #fan fiction #writing #story #fiction #bill skarsgård writing #bill skarsgård fanfiction

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neonhairspray · 6 months

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10 Characters 10 Fandoms

I was tagged by my ladies @sihtricfedaraaahvicius and @whitedarkmoonflower. Thank you a lot! (:

Let's goooo:

Gordan Merkel Atomic Blonde (still horny for him...my guy!)

2. Eyk Larsen 1899 (he was just as good in DARK, but in this show? Damn, Andreas could get it!...Despite the fact that he's like 20 years older than me lol)

3. Sihtric Kjartansson The Last Kingdom (I sacrifised Hild just to have this man here. Th decision was made by my p*ssy I know)

4. Noah Dark (I started the show hating him and ended up liking him a lot. Noah deserved better)

5. Allison Reynolds The Breakfast Club

6. Daria Morgendorrfer Daria

7. Cordelia Goode American Horror Story: Coven

8. Bunny Tsukino Sailor Moon

9. Luna Lovegood Harry Potter (Not interested in HP anymore, but Luna will always be my girl)

10. Dr. Frankenfurter The Rocky Horror Picture Show (Watching this movie and especially Tim's character was ...an experience. I was so damn aroused and confused at the same time)

That was fun ^^

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stellartois · 3 years

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#bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard #james mcavoy #it #it movie #it chapter two #pennywise #bill denbrough #atomic blonde #gordan merkel #david percival #daniel sharman #tyler hoechlin #teen wolf #isaac lahey #derek hale #comparisons nobody asked for

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bethskarsgard · 3 years

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Bill Skarsgård as Gordan Merkel ⇾ ATOMIC BLONDE (2017)

#bill skarsgard #billskarsgardedit #gordan merkel #merkel #atomic blonde #merkeledit #bill skarsgård #myedit

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romangodfreyownsmyass · 4 years

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I thought about this for longer than I care to admit. Anyways, thoughts?

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candied-marlboro · 2 years

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rewatching “nine 1/2 weeks” right after “atomic blonde” was probably not the best idea... am i now imagining gordan saying “bend over here im gonna spank you” with belt in his hands? hell yes. am i ashamed of it? absolutely not

#gordan merkel #is responsible for my frustration

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gucci-sunflowers · 3 years

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I decided to try some of Bill’s characters and the generator definitely struggled a little 😅😂

#bill skarsgard #the devil all the time #hemlock grove #villains movie #the kid #henry deaver #roman godfrey #tdatt #bill skarsgård #atomic blonde #gordan merkel #toonme2020

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emmyrosee · 2 years

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So I just rewatched Atomic Blonde for the second time. I'm once again freaking out about Mr Merkel. That damn voice has me weak. Can we please talk about Soft!Dom!Merkel dealing with his bratty sub? 😇 Hope you're doing well, Darling. Have a good day. ~🌺

LISTEN. L I S T E N. MERKEL LIVES IN MY HEAD RENT FREEE, AND SOFT!DOM MERKEL????? I PAY HIM-

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“It truly is a shame you try to use your mouth for things other than what I intend to use it for.”

The words tumble past Gordan’s lips effortlessly, almost sounding tired in the confession, as if used to this same talk and bored of it happening on so many occasions.

But one thing you learned about Gordan, is for as loving as he is, he is equally impatient for any ridiculousness you could throw at him.

With his glasses low on his nose and the loose locks of hair falling in front of his beautiful green eyes, they watch your throat bulge out as you suck on his thick fingers, gagging on the digits and trembling from the almost painful pleasure demanding attention between your legs.

“To think,” he continues, sighing dramatically. “I wanted to come home to my little bunny and treat them to a night they would never forget. But instead,” he uses his free, large hand to paw over the tightening fabric of his slacks. “I now have to punish them.”

“Pleash daddy,” you whimper around his fingers, small hand wrapping as much as it can around his wrist. You aren’t even sure you know what you’re asking for, something, anything to relieve the tension inside of you.

You want him to fuck you raw. You want him to spank you until you’re bruised. You want him to completely destroy you in every possible way he seems fit, anything but this seemingly annoyed indifference he’s sending your way now.

All while he pleasures himself.

This was real torture.

“Oh, my poor sweet baby,” he croons, and you whimper at the thick sarcasm dripping in his voice. “If only you had wanted to be good just a few minutes ago, hmm?”

The fingers in your mouth quickly pull themselves out of your lips, and you gag once more at the forceful removal, and before you can ask anything about his actions, he grips your chin in those same saliva coated fingers.

“Perhaps then that pretty little mouth would be used exactly as I’d planned, rather than how I now have to.”

@little-grunge-flowerz

#yum.#gnuff🤤#gordan merkel #gordan merkel smut #gordan merkel x reader #gordan merkel x reader smut #gordan merkel imagine #gordan merkel atomic blonde #atomic blonde #atomic blonde smut #atomic blonde imagine #bill skarsgard smut #bill skaragard imagine #bill skarsgård imagine #bill skarsgård smut

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soohaaaleemeee · 2 years

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Blue Angels - Chapter II

Description: Something is odd with Gordan. When Ella and Gordan meet he effects her strongly in a way no other guy had but to Ella’s disappointment and discomfort he has a strangely close relationship with their much older landlady. Everything is a mystery with Gordan which leaves Ella go wonder; who is Gordan Merkel?

Characters: AU Gordan Merkel from Atomic Blonde played by Bill Skarsgård. The rest is my own original characters.

Setting: This story is set in a country that is hard to find on a map, in a city without a name and in a time similar to our own with some exceptions.

Music: My Body Is A Cage by Peter Gabriel and Kack Zukunft by Ausschlag.

Warnings: 18+, mentions about sex, drunkeness, unconventional love, ageism, mentions about weight, mental health problems.

Notes: Remember that characters opinions is their own, not mine.

It has been two hard weeks for me. Ever since Gordan had left it had felt like everything had gone wrong. It became hard to study. When I read, all the words just became messy scribbles and when I tried to go to the lectures I didn't hear what the professors had said. I failed my first exam and I started to wonder if I was able to study at the university. Victoria and Leona worried for me and looked at me as if they thought I would break in front of their eyes. When they started to imply that I had depression, it made me really irritated so I left them sitting dumbfounded in the library. As a sensitive soul words like depression and anxiety made me mad. I had heard those words since my teenage years and I was sick of people diagnosing me.

Outside it was gray, much worse than it had been these two weeks. Even if the air had been hot and thick it was now even worse. A headache crept on me while walking and soon I felt the tears on my cheeks. It was just too much. But just as I broke down the sky did the same and loud thunder could be heard invading the city. My tears were accompanied by rain drops, first just a few but just seconds after the sky opened and the rain started to pour. My headache disappeared just as fast and my head and shoulders became much lighter. I don't know how but I knew. I just knew that Gordan finally was home.

I ran home through the rain but I still managed to get soaking wet in my haste. My white sneakers made a squeaky sound and my denim jacket stuck to my skin but it wasn't the rain that made me run. I just ran to see Gordan. I fiddled with my keys but after a while I finally got the door open and there he was. He stood in the hallway, on his way to the kitchen with two wine glasses in his hands but had stopped when he saw me.

"Hey Ella," he smiled brightly and without thinking I threw myself at him. He smelled fresh and earthy like the rain and I sniffed him like the finest cocaine. When he laughed a little I realized what I was doing and felt the embarrassment creep on me.

"Wait a bit, wait a bit," he said still with a laugh in his voice, then he stretched to put down the glass on the side table next to him. I had let him go but when his hands were free he took me into his arms again.

"Ella…" he said, caressing my back. I hugged him too and it was probably the best hug I ever had gotten. So warm and safe and it felt like it was just the two in the world. I could almost feel how my hormones started to jump around and when I said his name I moaned.

When he let me go I was disappointed but the happiness to see him again took over.

"I missed you," he said and looked down at me with a smile. I struggled to speak again and just looked at him. The smooth skin, the angelic but sinister face. God, are you missing an angel?

"We're on the balcony, in Marta's room and smelling the rain. Do you want to join us? She likes the rain," Gordan said and took the glass again. I nodded a bit.

"But you should probably change… You're a bit wet." He laughed. "Maybe you have a robe?"

"Nooo," I finally mustered to say.

"Oh, you can take mine, it’s hanging on the knob to my wardrobe. Do you want some wine?"

While Gordan got wine for us I went to his room. He hadn’t redecorated it much out of what Marta had made of it and I figured as much because mine had looked the same before I redecorated. I took the dark green robe that hung where he said I would find it but it was then I saw the guitar in a corner. Did he play? Or was it Marta's?

I went to my room and changed into his robe which smelled just like him. Then I went through Marta's big bedroom to the balcony. That balcony was the small one but it had an awning, sheltering us from the rain.

They sat on Marta's white metal chairs and drank and smoked. I looked at Marta. She was the beautiful happy Marta again. Dressed in a middle length dress in black and an elegant updo in her hair. She smiled big at me and took a sip of wine. Gordan pulled out a chair next to him.

"Maybe it seems strange that we’re out here but it's Marta that loves the rain," he said while I sat down.

"It reminds me of Gordan… Everytime the rain comes it is a relief.." she hugged his hand in hers. He smiled and then laughed.

"I'm telling you, it's just a coincidence."

"What is?" I asked and looked at him. When he looked into my eyes it felt like that bright spotlight shone on me again.

"It often rains when I come home from work and Marta believes it is some sort of connection."

"It is. You are the rain. You give life."

Gordan laughed and shook his head.

"You are so sweet." He kissed her hand and I looked away. I almost forgot about their relationship.

We stayed there until darkness came and the rain slowed down. Mostly it was Marta that spoke but I didn't really listen, I was just so happy Gordan was home and I blushed everytime he looked at me. He probably understood I was falling for him but he was too kind to do a thing about it. When it started to get colder Marta sat up straighter on her chair and looked at Gordan.

"I think it's time for me to go to bed… It's almost a new day," she said.

Gordan nodded with a smile but then turned to me.

"Are you tired?"

I shook my head a bit.

"Do you want to stay up with me? I'm not tired at all."

I looked at his handsome face and his messy hair and then gave Marta a quick glance when she stood up. She looked a bit disappointed.

"I would love to," I answered Gordan and smiled. Finally I would have him for my own a bit.

Gordan and I went to the big living room while Marta went to bed. He lingered back a while just the two of them in her room but then he was all mine. I sat down on the brown velvet couch and let the retro floor lamp Illuminate the room. I watched him fiddle with his records that were laid in a pile by the record player that stood on the floor. Soon Peter Gabriel's voice streamed out from the speakers. He sat down in the other corner of the sofa. He started to small talk, asking me about my day but I didn't want to small talk. When he got quiet I took my chance.

"Tell me something about you," I said.

"Hm? Like what?" He smiled and spread his arms on the back rest.

"You have a mug, 'world's best brother', tell me about it."

He laughed and threw his head back.

"It's from my sister but she gave my six brother's one too."

I smiled amused.

"You have seven siblings?"

"Yeah, you can almost believe my dad had some sort of mission." He shook his head.

"Are you close? You and your family?"

He was quiet a while, thinking.

"In a way but we are spread all over the world… We have inherited my dad's restlessness so we are all wondering souls…." He went quiet again, looking out in the air. "Are you close with yours?"

I nodded a bit.

"...I need my family a lot… They support me. I need that safety," I said and smiled a bit. "I guess you don't need safety so much then,"

He smiled but it turned to a grimach.

"I probably need it but it isn't what I'm searching for…"

We looked at each other for a while. My blood became warm and bubbly like soda in my body. Fizzing around and made me smile. Gordan smiled back. If we were closer to each other I would have taken my chance and kissed him. It was a perfect moment but he was so far away my gracelessness would have destroyed the mood. We sat quiet a while. It was easy to just be in the moment, nothing else other than us existed. The world belonged to us.

A world with Gordan was a better world. Every day I woke up with a smile on my face, days filled with sun and breezes. In the nights the rain poured down and made the next day even more beautiful. Every day he went up with me, joined me while I did my make up and spoke about music, fashion and the unique people we met. He had traveled and lived in many exciting places and every story he told me was a new unexpected tale. I was so in love with him. Everything from his stories to his pixie nose.

I wondered what Marta thought about his early mornings with me. Even if she trusted him she must have felt some sort of jealousy? I was closer in age with Gordan and I wasn't ugly. Maybe softer and more baby fat in my face but compared to her thin frame and wrinkles I couldn't see that as something negative.

When I started to apply my mascara Gordan would always go out to the kitchen to make breakfast. He would put on his punk music and sing along in either English, German or Swedish. Sometimes I couldn't make out what language he sang in because he mostly screamed or sang with the weird raucous voices. It always made me smile. The sound probably woke Marta up because when the breakfast was served she came out from her bedroom, looking just as perfect as she had done when she went to bed.

I learned to be with Marta and Gordan at the same time, but it hurts to see how his attention was focused more on her than me and how she could touch him while I couldn't. Everything became normality, but somewhere I knew that my feelings for Gordan weren't normal. They were too much but I couldn't stop myself from more or less being obsessed.

Another thing that had become a normal occurrence was doing my laundry at Victoria's place because Marta's building didn't have a washing machine. Victoria most often made me welcome to talk about university parties and cute guys even if both she and Leona had understood I was just interested in one guy.

"I remembered to ask my dad about your landlady when I met him this time," she said while she sat inside a laundry basket on wheels.

"Yeah?" I stood and hung up my washed clothes in the drying room.

"She's older than you think?"

I laughed.

"I know she's old."

"But she's really old. She was born in 1941."

I stopped what I was doing to count.

"She's over 80?"

Victoria nodded.

"Her husband died of a fall two years ago but he was really old so many say it wasn't strange but still people talked especially when that Merkel guy moved in."

"You mean Gordan," I asked even if I knew.

"Yeah. He moved in there just like six months after her husband had died and no one knew anything about him. He just came on a rainy day dressed in black."

I looked at her amused.

"Do people say that? That he came on a rainy day dressed in black?"

"Yeah it's like a myth around him."

I laughed, shaking my head.

"This town is so lame. A stranger comes and people talk like he is a movie character."

"That's not the worst. People have also said that Marta changed when he came. She started dressing in black and looked younger…"

"Does this town do anything other than gossip?"

"You do too! Like you just let them do their thing. You also wonder if they fuck!"

Her words planted images in my head I didn't want to see and I looked away. I thought it was quite clear that they fucked. They behaved like a couple and I had seen him disappear into her room at night. Gordan probably was just a different breed. Germans maybe were more liberal? Or did his many travels made him appreciate the experience? Gordan was a mystery, did he even work on a ship? My mind started to create a picture of him as some sort of spy. Dressed in black and always ready.

When I came home Marta's jazz was playing. Gordan stood in front of the big gold framed mirror in the hallway. He had that red button up on and it hugged his lanky but muscular frame. My heart started to beat faster just from the sight of him. He turned and smiled at me and combed back his hair with a careful touch.

"Hello Ella my friend," he said and gave me a smoldering look. My cheeks probably went red.

"Hey Gordan, are you going somewhere?"

He nodded and brushed off his hands on his black fitted jeans.

"Yeah, to the pub on the corner. Do you want to join us?"

"Sure, yeah, is it just you two?"

It was in a way fascinating to see Gordan and Marta out when I knew the whole town gossip about them. It was even more fun because Gordan had let me put smoky black eyeliner around his eyes. It suited him well but it seemed to provoke the guy in the bar in the little pub we were in.

Maybe you‘re wondering how it was to put the eyeliner on him? It was just like you think it was, magical. To be so close to him made the butterflies flutter crazily in my stomach and since then they hadn't calmed down. I watched him speak with Marta, look around the bar and drink his beer. He drank twice as fast as me and Marta and it felt like he ran to the bar every time it became a bit quiet around our table. When Gordan went to the bar me and Marta just waited for him to come back. She looked a bit uncomfortable at the messy pub and stood out in her black polo and pearl necklace. She fiddled with her martini glass and looked towards Gordan. Maybe she also looked at his cute lil’ butt just like I did.

"Don't you drink beer?" I asked and really tried to be nice. She shook her head and smiled a bit.

"No, I get stomach cramps."

I nodded a bit then looked towards Gordan again who stood and hugged a guy in his own age. They laughed and goofed around a bit and I couldn't stop myself from smiling. He had such a boyish charm. I could see in the corner of my eyes that Marta smiled too while Gordan's laugh filled the pub.

When he came back he had a swagger in his step and mischief in his eyes and it felt like he directed it at me. Marta cleared her throat and he looked towards her instead of me.

"I feel tired… I think it's time for me to go home."

"Oh, you sure?" Gordan asked with disappointment in his voice but I felt everything rather than disappointed. Would I get him for myself?

"Yeah and don't worry. I can walk by myself. It's just around the corner," she said and stood up with a small smile on her lips.

Gordan nodded a bit and scratched his cheek.

"I will follow you out," he said.

I felt a spark light up in me even if he took her hand to lead her out and I could see him standing by the entrance to watch her go. To be a gentleman was never a bad thing and he could still have such qualities even if he felt he had gotten tired of being a toyboy to a granny.

When he came in he sat down with a sigh then he smiled at me.

"I forget how old she actually is…" he said and shook his head but I didn't want to talk about Marta so I changed subject fast after I took a sip of my beer.

"Who was that guy you hugged?"

"Oh," he smiled. "Antonio, we work together."

I nodded.

"You seem to be close."

He shrugged his shoulders.

"Maybe so." He looked out the window. "Do you want to take a walk through the park?"

He looked at me with big eyes. Even if his eyes look kind the eyeliner gave them even more intensity and I felt a blush creep up on my cheeks.

"Sure, absolutely." I smiled and stood up from my chair.

The park was beautiful even as autumn started to fall over the town. Flowers in white, orange and red were planted and small fountains shaped as water animals surprised us around the corners. The sky above was a mixer shade of indigo and violet. It was a magical setting with a man fitting the mood. I felt my cheeks and fingers tingle and I couldn't stop myself from smiling. Someone would probably say it was the alcohol but I was sure it was Gordan that made me feel like fairy dust had sprinkled over me, especially when he took my hand in his big warm palm.

"So how are you," he asked with a cute voice and dragged me closer to him. I giggled and hugged his arm.

"Fantastic,"

"Fantastic?" He smiled at me.

I giggled again and nodded.

"So, you maybe are up for some mischief?" He said and wiggled his brows.

"What kind of mischief?"

He nodded towards the little café that lay at the end of the park which was established in a small little cottage house.

"There’s a wonderful view over the town from the roof."

I laughed.

"Oh my god, I suck at climbing. You must help me then?"

He smiled big with dimples showing on both his cheek and chin.

"Of course!"

Gordan climbed effortlessly up on the roof. It was fascinating to see what control he had over his body even with being so tall and having heavy boots on his feet. He coached me as I climbed and then dragged me the rest of the way up. I felt a bit self conscious of my weight but he helped me up without so much of a struggle.

The view was wonderful. The café stood on a cliff so we could see the town below and also the river that traveled through it. With the purple sky it looked like something out of a children's book.

"Wow," I said and Gordan sighed happily.

We sat on the roof just watching the wonder of it before I turned to look at him. The prettiest boy with the plumpest lips. I wanted to know how it would be to kiss such a pair of luscious lips. I've never seen a guy with lips such as his. I don't know if it was the alcohol, atmosphere or just him but I leaned forward and tried to kiss him. I felt his long soft fingers meet my lips instead of his.

"Ella… Sorry but I can't…" he whispered.

I looked up at him and he removed his finger and gave me an apologetic smile.

His rejection made the fairy dust churn around in my stomach and head. I suddenly felt nauseous and heavy in my body.

"Why?" My voice was whiny.

Gordan sighed and looked out over the town.

"That's a long story."

The mood was destroyed after that and we started to walk home in silence after climbing down from the roof. I just wanted to go home and sleep. I felt stupid and blamed the alcohol for my behavior. But when I looked at Gordan with his messy hair and smudged eyeliner the fairy dust still tickled me. Had I ever been in love before? Was this how it felt? I didn't know much about Gordan Merkel, still it felt like he was the only person I wanted close. He said something suddenly and with confusion I looked at him.

"Oh sorry… I forgot my English for a while… Eh, I just want you to know I really care for you."

I smiled a bit but it was filled with sadness.

"I care about you too, Merkel." I said and touched his hand. He took a hold of it and looked in to my eyes when he smiled at me.

At home I went to the bathroom to take off my makeup and brush my teeth before bed. I cringed over his rejection but also about letting him help me up on the roof. I was probably too heavy. Had my skirt rode up? I probably was so graceless, not at all as elegant as Marta. When I came out from the bathroom Gordan came out from his bedroom dressed just in a pair of crisp white boxer briefs. His body was smooth, lanky in a muscular way and the underwear enhanced his bulge. He smiled a bit.

"Good night, Ella."

Good Night, Gordan," I said and smiled a little. He then went to Marta's room, went in and closed the door after him.

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acantha-j-roberts · 4 years

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Welcome to the House of Bill

Part 1- A Manic Monday

Chapter One

You wake up at dawn, leave your room and begin to prepare breakfast for all the teens. You leave a lot for the teens to do, so they learn to be independent. You then walk upstairs, preparing to wake the teens. Once up the stairs, you're standing in a hallway, lined with doors.

You pass by the doors, knocking loudly on each one.

"Wake up, boys!" You yell, "Time for school!"

You stop your knocking at the last door, number 8, which is Henry Pearl's room. You let him sleep, since at night, you home school him. You rush down the hallway and back downstairs. Tapping for foot impatiently, waiting for the teens to come down the stairs.

Simon is first, as expected, dressed in his red jumper and impeccable hairstyle. You greet Simon with a polite smile, he responds with a nod.

Next, Gordon and Henry Deaver, neither of them making eye contact with you. You see that Deaver is being shy again, which is a sign he's had another nightmare.

"Deaver!" You call, getting his attention.

The kid looks at you, you gesture him to come to you and he obeys. You make sure he's close enough to hear you whisper, before you start talking.

"Have you had another nightmare?" You ask.

Deaver nods, "Yes, ma'am."

"Do you want to talk about it?" You ask.

The kid looks up at you, his eyes filled with tears. You see his is upset and embarrassed about having these nightmares. You gently run your hand down his face, letting your motherly love show.

"They're just dreams, sweetheart." You say, "They can't hurt you."

Deaver wipes his tears away with the back of his hand, he smiles at you, loving when you use your motherly love.

"Thank you, ma'am." He says.

You smile and watch as Deaver joins the other teens in the kitchen.

"F**k off!" A voice calls from behind you.

"Roman." You mutter.

You turn around, to see Roman and Mickey walking down the stairs. They were talking to each other, Roman not looking impressed.

"F**k off!" Roman repeated, turning away from Mickey.

"Godfrey!" You yell, "Watch your language!"

"Sorry, ma'am." Roman says, rolling his eyes.

You don't react to Roman's attitude, knowing he's just being a moody teenager.

"Ma'am!" Another voice calls, from upstairs.

You look up to see Henry Pearl looking down at you.

He has a worried expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" You ask, walking towards him.

"I think somethings wrong with Axel." Henry says, "I heard him swearing from inside his room."

You cuss under your breath, you rush up the stairs and hurry to Axel's (Zeitgeist) room.

You bang on the door, "Zeitgeist! Is everything alright in there?"

The door opens, "Sort off." Axel answers.

Axel covers his mouth with his acid-proof mask and walks past you. You look inside the room, to see a patch of acid in the floor.

"Oh good lord." You sigh.

"Should I get to cleaning gear, ma'am?" Henry asks.

"Oh, yes please," You answer.

You stand in Axel's room, staring at the acid patch. Luckily, Zeitgeist's room is coated with a special acid-proof chemical, so the floor isn't disintegrating. Henry returns with a the cleaning gear, (specially altered by you to be acid-proof). You step over the acid and walk back to the doorway.

"Thank you, sweetheart." You say, taking the gear from Henry.

He smiles, "Do you need anymore help?"

"No, thank you, sweetheart." You say, "Go back to sleep, you have a busy night tonight."

"Yes, thank you, ma'am." Henry says, walking back to his own room.

Chapter Two

After cleaning the disaster in Zeitgeist's room, you head back downstairs and towards the kitchen. Once you near it, you hear commotion. You rush in, dreading what carriage has take place while you've been gone.

You run in, just in time to see Axel and Mickey restraining Roman, while Simon sits in the floor, hands over his face.

"What's going on?" You ask, both concerned and frustrated.

"That bastard hit me!" Roman growls.

"He touched me first." Simon muttered looking up at you.

You jump when you see Simon's face, a bruise is beginning to appear on his right cheek.

"Roman punched him." Axel explains.

Roman elbowed Axel in the shoulder, "F**k you, acid face!" He scowled.

"Godfrey!" You yell, "Watch your language!"

A loud banging suddenly came from under the floor and all the teens froze. They all looked at each other, fearful expressions on their faces.

"Look what you've done!" You yell, "You’ve woken Pennywise!"

You look down at your watch then back at the teens, "Right, be ready to go in 10 minutes. I'll go and sort the clown out."

You turn away, but before you go, you quickly turn back.

"Behave yourselves." You said, "Or you'll be grounded for the rest of the month."

You walk away, storming towards the basement door. You pull it opened and step inside the small area. You press a tiny button and a large trapdoor opens. You descend the winding stairs, into the dingy basement. You finally arrive at a huge iron cage. You peer through the bars and see two yellow eyes staring back at you.

"Hello, Penn." You say, kindly.

The clown stands on the other side of the bars, clenching the iron poles with its gloved hands.

"Lots of noise up there." It says, smiling it's eerie grin.

"The teens were having a fight." You say, "Nothing out of the ordinary."

The clown turns away and walks into the darkness of the cage. You can faintly see the silhouette of the clown, as it slumps over and falls back into its deep slumber.

"Thank god." You mutter, walking back up the stairs.

You shut the trapdoor and exit through the basement door. You head back towards the kitchen.

"Ow, f**k." One of the teens calls from the kitchen.

You step into the kitchen and see Mickey and Simon standing by the sink. Simon was holding an ice pack on his face and Mickey was running his fingers in water.

"Everything alright, boys?" You ask.

"Yeah, I just burnt myself on the coffee machine." Mickey answers.

You turn to look at Simon, "How's your face, sweetheart?"

"It hurts." Simon answers.

You look down at your watch and begin to panic.

"Good lord!" You gasp, "We need to hurry!"

You rush towards the front door, most of the teens are already there.

"Right, Zeitgeist, you're coming with me." You say, "And the rest of you, the bus should arrive in 10 minutes."

You open the front door and walk down the path, towards the garage. You turn around, just before the teens left the premises.

"Behave yourselves!" You yell, turning back towards the garage.

Zeitgeist is already sat in the passenger seat of your car. You have to drive Zeitgeist to a special school in the next town over (He needs to go their, because he spits acid.)

You turn on the engine and drive down the driveway. While you're driving, you decide to ask Axel about the fight this morning.

"So, what happened between Simon and Roman?" You ask.

"Well, Roman accidentally bumped into Simon." Axel explains, "Obviously, Simon slapped him. Roman just lost it and punched him."

You sigh, "And they woke Pennywise with all the noise. Luckily it went back to sleep."

Chapter three

(Hours pass, school is finished and the teens are in their way home)

You sit in your office, paying your bills and doing the banking. The front door suddenly swings open, and the teens come in. Hearing the loud chatter of the teens, reminds you of the time, you stand up and walk into the living room. All the teens are sat on the huge couches, staring at the television.

"Right, listen up!" You say, "I've got to go out for a while, I'll be back at 4. Behave yourselves, please."

"Yes, ma'am." The teens say, in unison.

You grab your purse from the kitchen counter and head out the door. You needed to go grocery shopping, since your were running low on food. You waited until the teens were home, just so you wouldn't be worried. You also wanted to get some more paints for Henry Pearl, thanking him for being helpful this morning.

You arrive back home at exactly 4pm. The teens are still in the living room, some watching TV and others doing their homework. You head into the kitchen and place the shopping bags down on the counter, when you suddenly hear a loud growling sound. You now notice the fridge door is open and that their is blood pooling on the floor. You step closer to the fridge and see it. Sitting in a pool of blood, crunching through a raw chicken, is Pennywise.

You scowl, then storm into the living room. You snatch the remote from the arm of the couch and switch of the television.

"Which one of you let Pennywise out!" You yell, angrily.

All the teens turn to look at Roman, how is looking sly and mischievous.

"Roman Godfrey, you should know better then to let that clown out!" You scold.

Roman looks up at you and smiles mischievously, You sigh, "Well, you know the house rules, Godfrey. Whoever let's it out, puts it back in."

The smile disappears from Roman's face, to be replaced with worry. You know that the teens fear Pennywise, but it is the house rules.

"Ok, everyone up." You say, "In your rooms, Action Stations! Let's go!"

The teens just up and rush up the stairs, leaving Roman behind. You suddenly remember that Henry Pearl is still asleep in his room, you don't want to frighten him with the sudden alarms. You grab the bag of paints and rush up the stairs. The teens are already in their rooms, preparing for the lockdown.

You bang on Henry's door, "Wake up, Sweetheart." You call.

You open the door, after hearing Henry gasp. Once inside, you shut and re-lock the door.

"Ma'am, what's going on?" Henry asks, worried.

Before you can answer, you hear Roman's voice yell "Action Stations!" and an alarm sounds. Bars fall from the doorframe and automatically lock.

"Had Pennywise escaped?" Henry questions, panicked.

You shake your head, "Roman let him out, he thought it was funny and well, you know the house rules."

"Whoever lets it out, puts it back in." Henry states, looking up at you.

Henry Pearl has memorised all the house rules and obeys each one, being one of the best behaving teens. You suddenly remember what you have in your hand. You walk to Henry's side and hand him the bag. He opens the bag and looks inside, his eye suddenly lighting up with excitement.

"New paints!" Henry cheers, "Oh, thank you, ma'am."

Henry hugs you, now beaming with excitement. With all the chaos that's happened today, it was nice to have something good happen.

Chapter Four

You and the teens were locked in their rooms for 20 minutes. You were starting to become a little worried, when finally the alarm sounded again. The bars unlocked and reascended back into the doorframe. You open the door and rush back downstairs. Roman was standing by the switch (What sets of the alarms and locks the house down), his hair all messed up and his face covered in grazes.

"He's back in the cage." Roman panted, out of breath.

"Good." You say, feeling relieved.

"I guess I'm grounded." Roman sighs.

You shake your head, "You've served your penalty, Roman. No more punishment is needed, as long as you've learned your lesson."

Roman nods, looking very guilty. You look at your watch and realise it is getting late.

"Hey, Godfrey, grab me my phone please." You ask, "I'm ordering pizza for tonight."

Roman smiles and walks off, he returns a few seconds later with your phone. You dial the number of the local pizza place. You order an array of pizza flavours, all the teens liking different flavours. After 10 minutes, a knock came from the front door. You open it, to see the young pizza delivery man, carry a stack of pizzas.

“Thank you, darling.” You say, paying the man and taking the pizzas.

You shut the door with your foot and walk into the dining room. You gently place the pizzas down on the table, you take your favourite flavour and take it into the kitchen. You hide it in the fridge, just to be sure you get something to eat. You ordered two of your favourite flavour, so the teens would have some too. You rush back to the dining room. open the pizzas and arrange them on the table, along with plates, napkins and drinks.

“Boys!” You call, “Pizza’s here!”

The teens jump up from the couch and walk into the dining room. Since it was nighttime now, Pearl has joined the teens. They all came parading into the dining room, their eyes lighting up at the sight of the pizzas.

“Now, no fighting for the pizzas, boys.” You say, “Enjoy.”

You stand in the kitchen, watching over the teens. It was nice to see all the teens getting along, after such a day of chaos.

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sir-skarsgard · 4 years

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Hello! I saw that you write Bill's preferences and I have an ideia. Please, write how would be the Bill's reaction having a very beautiful and attractive girlfriend (Dream, JUST A DREAM😂). Oh, if you have a similar request, you can combine with mine if you want, I don't mind 😊

Word count: 1045

Warnings/contents: Cursing, fluff, self conscious feelings

Notes: Ahhh this is so cute! I love it! It took me a million years to get to this, but I am back in the habit of writing for Bill again (and hopefully it stays that way) and this was a request I got a long time ago, so here we go! The point of view switches a couple of times, I apologize for that, I completely zoned out while I was writing and forgot which point of view I was doing and I’m too lazy to change the wording 🙃

So here’s my first mediocre post since I came back to life, I hope you enjoy it!

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Axel would have the tendency to get jealous when other guys stared for too long; his girlfriend was absolutely stunning, and everyone saw it. Whenever he started to get jealous he would wrap an arm around her waist or shoulder and pull her close to him. Or he’d press a kiss to her lips and then look at the person who was making him jealous. Typically he would just sulk for a few minutes until you shot the guy down, who was openly ignoring Axel’s presence all together, and then left, dragging Axel after you

Bob would definitely have insecurities about dating his gorgeous girlfriend; this was all just a joke right? Some cruel prank from Bowers. A running joke that she would go to him and talk about everything Bob did that was stupid throughout the day. She didn't really love him. How could she? She looked like a model for Pete’s sake! A lot of reassuring would take place in this relationship in the beginning, because he’d remain shocked that such a gorgeous woman would want to be with him. Sexually. But soon enough his worries would slow down. Though he would still get hit with a lot of insecurities when another guy hit on her because he assumed she’d want to be with him instead. And then you would have to be reassuring him again. Rinse, repeat

Henry was very aware how stunning his girlfriend was. Still confused as to why she was even with him, in fact. And it seemed most of the people in town wondered that same thing; he would get a lot of jealous looks from others as he and his gorgeous girlfriend went around the town, holding hands and laughing. Jealous looks from girls were also very common, normally because they seemed jealous of her beauty, though also because of how happy they seemed together when the girls boyfriend stared at you as you walked. Every now and then he would get self conscious of his own looks, but a little reassurance from her and he would be back on his feet; he needs constant reminders from you that you only want him and that those other guys don't compare, just to make him feel better. And you were more than willing to remind him how much you loved him-- and only him

Mark was very easily jealous. Having guys constantly doing double-takes to stare at his girlfriend could often get him fired up, but thankfully for the other guys you always knew how to distract him again. He often walked around with her with a protective arm around her shoulder or a hand in her back pocket, just to show those guys who did a double-take that she was not available. He didn't get very self conscious, but when he did it was important to take a gentle approach to it and just sit on his lap and kiss him like it might be the last time you can ever do it again

Merkel is aware, and would find it funny how many guys tried to hit on his girlfriend, because she was the most gorgeous woman in the world. He had caught a rare, beautiful on the inside, absolutely stunning on the outside, woman and other men saw it, too. Their flirting was always pointless, and Merkel trusted her with no worries. To say he wouldn't get a little jealous when he saw some guy hitting on his girlfriend would be a lie, but he would always just cross his arms and stare the guy down while she turned him down and they'd move on with their lives; at the end of the day he’s the one she’s stealing the blankets from and using as a human pillow

Mickey could get very sulky because of how gorgeous his girlfriend was. Only because other guys were always hitting on her and he was worried she might find some muscular guy attractive and leave him for the other guy; though he knew that was absolutely insane, he loved you and he didn't want some other guy to get to love you the way he did. It would only take a few reassurances from her, a few kisses and snuggling with him and watching tv, or reminding him of all the reasons you loved him and he would calm down. He just loved you. So much

Roman could, and would, get crazy jealous. But at the same time he was proud of her; she was fucking gorgeous and everyone knew it. Many girls at school were jealous of her, and along the streets the two often got ugly stares from people as they walked. But of course it was all pure jealousy from the guys who saw Roman’s hand in yours, and your hand around his waist that annoyed the petty teenage girls. Being the most attractive couple in town was taxing because of jealousy levels from others; of course people were always trying to steal you from Roman, and as much as he was jealous, he knew he could trust you. That wouldn't stop him from getting jealous, but it might stop an outrage

The Kid didn't understand why he was so jealous at first when he saw some guy hitting on you in the street. He had never seen someone as gorgeous as you were, and he learned that it was apparent many other people in town hadn't either; often times people were jealous, and the kid wasn't really one for confrontation. If he was jealous he would mostly sulk and wait for you to come back to him. It would take a lot of reassuring from you that he was the only person you wanted, and that those other people were nowhere near stealing you from him. Cuddling with him when he was down about this was important, and telling him that you love him a lot. He was observant and saw that other guys were pretty jealous when they saw the two of you together, but there was nothing they could do about it now, and he soon got more comfortable. Dating such an attractive person was different than he'd imagined. Nobody in town could compare, and he was so, so lucky

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