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thisistinirussell · 6 months

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Hi beautiful, if your requests are open, can you write a threesome with lando and max ( doesn't matter which max 😏)

Thank you in advance

ABSOLUTELY HUN!🩵🩵

Btw.. my first story on here, lol❣️

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Fuck buddies

pairing: max verstappen/ lando norris x female reader!

Warnings: SMUT (18+ content), unprotected sex (be safe), dirty talk, ass slapping, little bit dominance, NOT PROOF READEN (sorry for mistakes, not my native language)🫶🏼

..Where Max gets into your idea of having a threesome..

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Some time ago, you begged your boyfriend Max for a threesome with another guy. He always laughed about it and said „I would never let another guy fuck my girlfriend!“. So you didn‘t talk about that thought ever since. Even though it didn‘t leave your mind..

A few weeks later, Max and his friend Lando sat in the living room playing games on the PlayStation.

„Goddamn! Max, you‘re so fuckin‘ unfair mate!“ Lando shouted frustrated and threw the controller on the coffee table. „Come on man! Stop pouting! You‘re such a sore loser!“ Max laughed. „That was so unfair! You killed me again!“ the brit said and hit your boyfriends shoulder.

At the same moment you sat next to your boyfriend, who sweared in dutch after the hit and started to stroke his back softly, because you knew exactly how he loved that.

First he smiled at you. But then this smile was turning into a grin. Confused you looked at Max‘s blue eyes, while he started to unbutton your blouse. „Max.. not when he‘s here..“ you whispered, even though you would have loved the thought of Lando watching your boyfriend taking you right here on the couch.

He didn‘t take his eyes off you and talked to his friend. „Lando?.. my girl here wanted to try a threesome some time ago… you‘re in?“ he asked him directly. Max never was the type of guy who kept things a secret, especially in front of Lando..

Lando watched us for a second and nervously ran his hand through his hair. He grinned while Max forced you to sit in the middle of him and Lando while he unbuttoned your blouse completely, and got rid of it immediately. Your red lace underwear was very exposing.. exactly what your boyfriend loved.

After some time you started to get comfortable with this situation and started to open Lando’s pants first, and afterwards Max‘s jeans. Just after some time, Max opened your pants to help you out of it. „ Matching underwear?! Seems like you planned that, Miss!“ Max murmured in your ear while his finger found his way to your pussy, where he drew small circles around your already soaking wet entry. You just shrugged your shoulders and enjoyed at first.

„You definitely did.“ Lando hissed and kissed your neck softly while your hand wandered in his pants. He was already pretty hard and it seemed much bigger than you expected. Carefully you started to stroke his dick. To help you with that, Lando pulled his boxers down. He threw his head back and brushed through your hair softly.

„Get on your knees…“ your boyfriend whispered and helped you up on the couch. „Fuck you look so hot babe.. i want to see how you suck him off like you always do, before i fuck you“ Max said and pulled your hair first, before he pushed you down on Lando‘s dripping cock. The brit let out a little moan. „Fuck..“ he sweared. Max pressed your head further down. So you had to deepthroat his friend well. „Such a good girl, taking him so well..“ Max praised you while he pulled the string of your thong to the side. „Guide her, mate.. in a minute she‘s not able to do it herself anymore..“ Max grinned and slapped your ass hard. You twitched a little bit.

Your cunt already felt like the sea between your legs, because of the wetness.

So Lando grabbed your hair instead of Max and guided you to bob your head up and down on his dick in the right pace. You felt how Max was teasing you with the tip of his big cock in front of your pussy. „Already so wet for us you little slut.“ Max hissed and grabbed your ass with one hand, while guiding his dick into your wetness. You let out a little whimper while Max picked up the pace. Lando slid his other hand over your body down to your clit, drawing fast circles while Max fucked you right. It was hard to keep your mouth on Lando‘s dick and not starting to scream your boyfriends name, so all your neighbors could hear it.

After some time Lando went faster with your head in his hand and you were sure he was about to cum. And you were absolutely right! „Fuck yess! I‘m gonna cum!“ he shouted after pulling your head off and painting your whole face with is cum. You enjoyed that.. also did Lando. You licked over your lips to get the cum around your mouth. The brit smirked. „You liked that you little slut, didn‘t you?“ he said pulling your head up on your hair. You nodded. „what was that, huh??“ Lando asked to hear a answer from you. „Y-yess i did.“ you stuttered before you couldn‘t hold your moans anymore.

„Fuck me baby!“ you shouted completely turned on. „I‘m not your baby! WHAT AM I?!“ Max shouted and slapped your ass with both hands. „D-daddyy!“ you nearly screamed of pleasure. After some time you felt how your legs started shaking and your orgasm was kicking in. So you came over your boyfriends cock in pleasure and also felt how Max picked up his pace once more. And soon your boyfriend’s dick started to twitch and painted your walls inside.

So Max pulled out after some time and his cum was dripping down onto the couch from your cunt. You whimpered a bit.. It felt so empty without Max in you.

„Now it’s Lando‘s turn to fuck you.. so be a nice little slut and make him feel well, my love..“ Max whispered in your ear and grinned. Soon enough it was Lando who fucked you rough, nearly as good as Max could.. „Hmm.. so tight… I love that..“ Lando whispered and grinned while Max watched you, getting banged by one of his best friends…

It was a long night and you knew, this would not be the last time your boyfriend would let Lando do that, even if he hated the idea of it at first..

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jounosnumberoneslut · 11 months

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You are mine, only mine, understood?

Jouno Saigiku; Tecchou Suehiro NSFW

Sorry for the grammatical mistakes english isn't my native language!

Pairings... Jouno Saigiku x fem!reader, Tecchou Suehiro x fem!reader

Contains... a very dirty birthday gift, smut!, masturbation, riding, teasing, dirty talk, dom!Jouno

AFAB reader

Today is your birthday. You were at home, reading your favourite book on the couch in your living room, while eagerly awaiting your boyfriend’s arrivel.

You live with Jouno two years ago, he work as a Hunting Dog. When they didn’t have to work outside of the HQ just had loose meetings with his coworkers, he sometimes brought you to their office. So you know them well, and Jouno knows, who would be your boyfriend if you didn’t choose him.

You put your book down when he came, went over to him, hugged him and gave a small kiss onto his lips. Jouno smiled into your kiss and stepped aside, then you saw he didn’t alone. There was Tecchou smiled with a bigger white box in his hands. You let them inside, carried the box from Tecchou, placed it on the dining table and greeted him a quick hug. You taken out one of the chairs, sat down and urged them to join you.

- How was your day boys? How did you invited Tecchou, babe? We don’t throw a large party. – you said while they took sit.

- He had nothing to do for the afternoon and wanted to wish you happy birthday. And eat from the cake what we bought to you. – your boyfriend said, placed three plates and forks in front of you, then began slicing the strawberry milk cream cake.

- Today Teruko freaked out to Tachihara, who let free a criminal at Fukuchi’s command. – Tecchou said and tasted the piece of cake what Jouno gave him – Mmm, do you have ketchup or –

- No! – you broke him off – So he wasn’t a criminal. – you eated your own piece.

- Nope. He was innocent. Just SoMeOne from us – the brown haired man looked scornfully to Jouno who sat next to him – accidentally arrested him, thought he was guilty.

Jouno eated his own slice, leaned back in his chair and smiled.

- Did you finish my darlings? I want to give my present to my love. – he asked. You both nod to him, didn’t have any idea what’s in his mind. – Then stand up please, both of you and come with me.

You two followed him in your bedroom, Jouno taken a seat in the armchair what was looking straight at the bed.

This armchair originally place was in the living room, until you didn’t know each others sexually fetishes well. Its his favourite place to sit, like a king, watching you sucking his dick or riding on it. Sometimes he commands you to play yourself while he sits there with his erecting cock, forcing you weep for his touch.

You uncomfortable stood in the front of him, Jouno simply gave you a sly smile and said.

- Tecchou, kiss Y/n. – you both completely shocked by this command.

- Are you crazy Jouno? He is your girl, I won’t touch her. – Jouno's smile more widened.

- Ohh, you will. Then you will have sex in the front of me, – he stood up from the armchair and unbottoned his shirt. His pale skin glowed as the dark red uniform contrasted on him. – but I’ve got a clause. You must describe what you do with the other. It’s like listening to an audio-narrative porn starring by you. Happy birthday my love, you can fuck with Tecchou, I know you glared him not once, I can sense you are already wet. And Tecchou, don’t be shy, I know you fantasied about Y/n.

You both reddened severely, you looked into Tecchous chestnut eyes and stepped closer to him. Jouno is your only one love, but he didn’t lie. You wanted to experience him to yourself, he has different body type and temperament than your boyfriend, it blows your imaginations.

- My values are being overruled by this. I won’t-

- Tecchou. I swear...just do it. My pants are getting tighter.

Tecchou caressed your cheek, closed his eyes and kissed you passionately. He played with your lips, then traced their outline with the tip of his tongue. Jouno loved to listen the slippery sound of your mouths, he took off his pants and boxer than sat back. From the corner of your eyes observed him, his hard and long dick, until you tasted Tecchou’s tongue in your mouth. You closed your eyes again, played with his dark brown hair. You swirled your tongue around his, felt a fruity little moan into your mouth. He separated from your slidy lips with a smacking sound. Jouno stroked his own cock and asked with a cocky smile on his face.

- How was it? – he asked curiously and tilted his head back.

- Your girlfriends has very soft lips and playful tongue...

- Tecchou is so discreet and sweet...

Both of you blushed as you talk about each other.

- Take off your clothes and go to bed. – Jouno commanded.

You became more impatient, could practically feel him between your legs, as you began unbotton his shirt and take off his pants. You saw the outline of his erection, under his boxer and wet spot of his precum. When you saw it that, he was ashamed, suddenly brushed his lips to yours and carefully pushed you in the bed. You enjoyed this game more and more.

- I took off Tecchou’s clothes, he is wearing only his dark grey boxer. – you gently ran your hand over his lenght, he hissed up on your touch – he is so hard.

- I’m hearing how it’s throbbing, make him feel good princess. But oral not allowed to either of you. Tecchou, first stretch her out a little, otherwise she will cry like a child. – Jouno suggested.

- But first I wanna see her naked.

Tecchou slowly took off all your clothes. He explored your full body with his eyes and with those delicate hands. Massaged your tender breasts, he gazed how your nipples lashed into hardeness under his touch. Slowly reached down to your pussy, he is already drunk of you, wanted to taste it but he can’t. Tecchou used his big fingers, pushed in two at once. You quietly moaned as you felt him inside of you.

- Your girlfriend is so beautiful Jouno. I envy you to have her. – he still stretched you while slowly pulled down his boxer, you finally saw his veined dick, it’s thicker than your boyfriend’s. – I wanna say thank you, the both of you, and wish you happy birthday Y/n.

He finished his sentence, dragged across the tip of his cock on your entrance, gently pushed in his full lenght, you felt his pelvis on your clit, as he lied on you. You moaned his name into his mouth as you kissed again, carefully scratched his muscular back. He moved slowly, you felt his hair tickling your cheek and neck in every thrust.

- She is so wet, so good for me. I won’t last long. It’s been a long time since I was with woman. – you grabbed his ass, your hands been itching to feel it for a very long time – hahh!

- Switch position. Let my princess ride on you. You will love it Tecchou san.

Jouno ordered. You looked at him, he rubbed his cock gently, his eyes are closed as always, his cheeks are red, and his hair stucked to his sweaty forehead. You watched how his muscles moved on his arm and his torso as he breathed. You quickly came back to reality when Tecchou uplifted you and lied down, put both of his hands behind his head. He helped you to get above him, you placed his cock to your needy cunt and he watched how it dissapeared in your body. You supported yourself with both of your hands on his abs and his muscular chest as you slowly circled your hips on him.

- You are so sexy, muscular man Tecchou, did you know? – you can’not handle your words, the man surprised under you.

You moved faster, slammed your ass down to him, your bouncing breasts are the most beautiful things what he ever saw. Jouno stood up and walked toward to you, stilled masturbating. You slowed down and became afraid maybe you said too much. Both of you catched your breathes, watched him coming closer.

- Keep going princess. I’m hearing Tecchou’s cock twitches inside you, make him cum.

You continued ride on his hard cock, moaned louder his name, Tecchou gasped under you. He grasped your thights, his eyes rolled back

- Y/n, I’m cumming! – he exploded.

You cummed at the same time with him, yoe leaned closer to his face, gave him a passionately kiss, played with his tasty tongue, your gummy walls throbbed around his cock, felt his cum fill you. And you felt something else. Jouno cummed over to your back, quiet moans left his mouth. You surprised on him, but loved his dirty present.

- Can I take a shower? – Tecchou asked.

You got off of him, your legs trembled because of the climax. Jouno nodded and showed him the bathroom. While the Tecchou showered, your boyfriend came back, sat down to the bed next to you with a towel and cleaned your back.

- I love you... – you leaned into his bare chest and murmured quietly.

- I know that well, my love.

You heard the water flow stopped, Jouno put on a robe and looked after Tecchou. You heard them talk, then the clothed Tecchou stood at the bedroom’s door, looked at your naked body one last time, and said goodbye. Jouno showed him out and went back to you threw the robe on the ground, you saw his cock hardened again, bobbing up against his V line.

- Lie on your stomach and lift up your pretty butt for me.

You swallowed hard and did what he said. Jouno kneeled behind you and pushed himself deeply in you, moved insanly fast. You screamed so loud like never before, you were sure Tecchou could hear you if he still near to the apartment. Jouno lied to your back, didn’t slow.

- Disgusting whore, your skin is sticky.

- Ahh – you gasped for air between every thrust – it... it’s – tried to answer.

- I know... shut up... – he put his two fingers in your mouth to make you silence. – I’ll make sure you won’t yearn for him ever again.

You felt his slamming thrusts of his climax and his warm cum leaking out from your wet folds. You shuddered uncontrollably when he bit your ear from behind.

- You are mine, only mine, understood? – he kissed your red cheeks – Happy birthday princess.

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sweetprettyprincess · 2 years

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⟶ sunday morning

pairing: husband! jungkook x wife!reader

summary: where even sleeping, jungkook has the ability to warm your heart and at the same time ruin your panties.

warnings: pwp (oral sex male receiving, somnophilia)

english isn't my native language so pls excuse any mistakes

Sunday morning; you can hear the birds singing, the neighbors dogs barking, some side conversations coming from outside. Sunbeams invade the room through the window, kissing the lightly tanned skin of the man sleeping beside you.

'How can someone be so handsome even while sleeping?' is all that goes through your head, as you takes your right hand to gently caress his bare chest, enjoying the privileged view of Jeon Jungkook surrendered to sleep. There's a calm expression on his face, calm breathing, hair slightly messy, lips parted. You try to absorb as much detail as possible, enjoying the insider's view, as it's not like his dominant personality allows you to have him that often, so vulnerable, completely at your mercy.

It's amazing how Jungkook manages to warm your heart and at the same time ruin your panties.

The ridiculously wet tissue clinging to your sensitive core becomes the last thing on your list of priorities, as nothing would please you more than to see his face contorting in pleasure as a result of your touches.

You place a long first kiss on his jaw, creating an imaginary trail that passes through his neck, shoulders, chest, well-worked abdomen, stopping at the boxer's waistband. You can clearly see the length through the white tissue.

"Good morning", Jungkook's morning voice echoes in your ears and when you turn your gaze to his face, you are met with a rogue smile.

"Morning, darling," you respond softly, before gently placing a kiss under his scarred cock. "Can I take these off?", you refer to underwear.

"Weren't you already about to do that anyway?" he teases and you laugh.

After long, serious conversations, you got used to being woken up by your husband's fat cock stretching your pussy, sometimes with his face between your legs. Pleasing you in your sleep became like an addiction for Jungkook and you always wanted the opportunity to return the favor. However, his light sleep prevents you from carrying out your plan this morning.

Although disappointed, you still intend to finish what you started.

You pull his boxers down just enough to see his morning hard-on leap toward his stomach, the sight of it makes your mouth water and your needy pussy tighten around nothing.

Under your husband's watchful eye, you bring your right hand up to length and use your thumb to rub the pink glans and spread the presemen all over the base to facilitate the deliberately too-slow movements of your hand.

"Don't tease, baby," Jungkook's words sound like more of an order than a request.

It's so annoying that even though it's supposed to be you in charge, he's still so fucking authoritative. So, convinced to keep to your own pace, you decide to ignore his words.

Keeping eye contact, you lick the tip of the kitten, taking in the flavor you love so much, drawing a long, deep breath from him. Then, you wraps part of the length between your lips and starts sucking slowly, enjoying the sensation, but soon you feels one of your husband's hands in your hair, establishing a new rhythm himself. Unconsciously, you are obeying him without question.

"Fuck, you're such a good girl...", he praises between groans. "Taking my dick so good, making me proud"

Your husband's words encourage you to try to go deeper, slowly getting the full length into your mouth. You struggle not to choke, your eyes are watery and your breathing is hard, but you're too committed to pleasing your man to even think about stopping.

"Baby, I'm gonna cum," he warns, moving his hips and getting rougher.

It doesn't take long until you feel jets of cum pouring into your mouth and no matter how hard you try to swallow it all, remnants of the liquid end up running down your lips, but you soon use your tongue to suck it all in.

"Come here", after a few seconds of silence, Jungkook says. "Lie down and let me return the favor."

#jungkook smut #bts scenarios #jeon jungkook smut #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x female reader #jungkook x you #jungkook #husband jungkook

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xrichukix · 1 year

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Jealous sex with Paulo Dybala

My jealous man Paulo Dybala

Author's note: Thanks for request i hope you like it let me know (sorry for any mistakes english is not my native language)

paring: reader x paulo dybala

Warnings: it's just a pure smut, unprotected sex, alcohol

You and Paulo have been in a relationship for over two years. He was confident in himself and your affection. Paulo was never the type of guy who was very jealous of his woman, he knew that it was enough to embrace you and the guy would give up trying to pick up.

But everyone has their limit right?

It was when both of you didn't have much time for each other, too busy with your work, and sex took a back seat. When the option of going to an event together came up, you immediately agreed to accompany Paulo.

Friday night you wearing a beautiful black dress that clung to you like a second skin, Paulo couldn't stop looking at you he was enchanted by the way you look. however, he had to politely persevere until the end of the party.

"Can we go mi amor?" he asked while grabbing your hand.

You nodded your head and left, arriving half a hour later. The party was in full swing you were a bit drunk when you saw Paulo who was paying more attention to his friends and unfortunately a very beautiful model slightly inherited you went for another glass of champagne. As you drank it, a stranger approached you, not much of your type but however, your drunk mind was very eager to get to know him better, and since Paulo was having a great time, you decided to have some fun.

Your conversation with the stranger was in full swing when Paulo noticed this pickup attempt and decided to take matters into his own hands. he embraced your waist and kissed your neck looking at this unfortunate guy with superiority. seeing this situation the stranger decided to tease him a bit he kissed you on the cheek as a command and left and Paulo got angry and whispered in your ear "Baby what the fuck was that supposed to be?"

However, it was your teasing response that unnerved him "You know, after talking to him, I think he's pretty good and he sure fucks well"

After that, Paulo left the party without a word, dragging you with him and you went home, he let you come in first immediately pressing you against the wall with his body kissing you greedily and slipping his hand under your dress and panties at which you moaned into his mouth .He has always loved to makepleasure in every possible way, but today missed and frustrated, he decided to teach you a lesson that it's not worth making him jealous in this way.

When he pulled away he said "I'll show you who can fuck you and whose name you'll be screaming"

He lifted you under your thighs and led you to your bedroom throwing you onto the bed. He took off your clothes and started kissing your neck avoiding your sensitive areas while teasing you with his fingers making you so damn wet. he slid two fingers inside you, giving you a fast pace at once, which made you moan his name loudly after a while he started mercilessly teasing your clitoris with his tongue. He was eating you up, the hungry animal making the only thing that was able to come out of your mouth was his name mixed with curses. You wrapped your legs around his head, pulling his hair while arching your back.

"Paulo i-..." you were unable to finish as Paulo interrupted his actions by licking his lips.

"Honey, who said I'd let you come now you will cum when I want it and how many times I want it"

You bit your lip at the unpleasant feeling of not having an orgasm and watched him get up and start undressing looking straight into your eyes before pulling you to the floor on your knees so that you could see his cock standing in front of your eyes. "Suck it baby show me that you want to be my good girl and that only my dick can give you pleasure and only his can you have inside you"

You ran your tongue along its entire length, taking it into your mouth you began to suck it and with every moment you took more and more while clenching your thighs and moans of your name came out of his mouth mixed with approval of your actions. on the spur of the moment he grabbed your hair and pressed you so that your nose touched his belly and you sucked your cheeks in, strengthening your movements not only along its length but also playing with his testicles. "Fuck just like that y/n" When you opened your mouth to catch your breath with a few hand movements he made him come with a loud moan straight onto your tongue and lips watching you lick yourself and swallow all his cum gasping for breath he laid you down so your ass was up and he spanked you which you squeaked. he slid inside your oversensitive pussy grabbing your hips, he started to slide in and out of you at a fast and hard pace making you a fucking loud moaning mess.

"Mi amor do you still think this guy would be better than methat he could see you like this and touch you and know how to please you and that that little tight pussy would be his hmm?"

You shook your head in denial while grabbing the sheets to keep yourself in position.

"Use the words baby I want to hear you"

"No.. paulo i'm...only yours" you barely got the words out you were so overwhelmed by the intensity.

"Good girl," he muttered after a moment, letting you come finally for the first time that night. you knew that after this long intense night you would be sore and your throat would be sore, but you felt that it ended well. He will convince you that only wants you and that you are his and if there is a potential threat, you will deal with it in your own way.

#paulo dybala #paulo dybala smut #request #football one shot #football smut #paulo dybala x reader #paulo dybala imagine #footballer

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miggukiie · 2 years

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Wanna know a seceret Babygirl??

Pair:Jungkook x you

Warning:Punishment Bathroom sex in the university,nerd(Jk),heartthrob(you),fingering,sucking dick,hard fuck,rough sex,dom jk,sub y/n, jk fuck yn hard,yn cum hard,Cumming inside

Genre:Smut(21+)

English isn't my native language.So,please pardon my mistakes of Grammer.

Today professor Choi was absent.All the students of the classroom are minding their own business. Some are laughing, playing, joking around but there is a boy minding his own business looking at a girl who she has a crush on.He has a crush on her since the day transferred here. She is Y/N campus heartthrob. The beauty queen of this school. The person who has a crush on her is Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook.The nerd of the campus. He has no friends because he is a nerd. But little did everyone know he is a nerd or not. Y/N is talking with her friends. Suddenly One of the professor's came and all the students sat on their sit respectively.

Professor:Hello, students.

Students:Hello, professor.

Professor:Professor choi is absent today so I will take today's class.Open the page no 234 and............

Time skip....

Professor:Okay, class its lunch time.All of you can go now.

Students:Yes, sir.

All the students packed their things and started to go out.

One of your friend call you

Friend:Hey, Y/n.We are going you can come.

Y/N:okay

Only you and Jungkook left now.Then you see jungkook and called him

Y/n:Hey, Jungkook

He looked at you

Jungkook:Y-yes.

Y/n:let's go.

Jungkook:where??

Y/n:For lunch pabo

Jungkook:O-oh, you go.Iam coming.

Y/n:No, you have to come with me.

Jungkook:what if someone say something to you?

Y/n:They will not.Now let's go. You pulled him and took him to the cafeteria.

Y/n:Hey, gurls.Jungkook is also joining with us.

All:ewww, the nerd is gonna joining with us??

Friend 1:Y/n, are you gone mad??

Jungkook looked down being embarrassed.

Y/n:Why?? What's the problem if he join with us??

Friend 3:Because he is a nerd Y/N!

Friend 2:Yeah, and looked his clothes, his clothes is so cheap.

Y/n:Enough!!! If you don't wanna eat then don't. I will eat with him.After that you pulled him in a bench.

Y/N:Iam sorry Jungkook. Because of me you have to hear this shit.

Jungkook:It's okay,Y/N.Iam used to it.

Suddenly the campus bad boy appeared.

John:Hey, babygirl. Hearing his voice Jungkook got mad.His eyes become dark but he did not showed it

Y/N:What are you doing here John

John:I just came here for you Y/N

Y/N:Leave me alone Jhon!!

Jhone noticed Jungkook and said

John:Why are you sitting with her nerd

Y/N:Cause I told him John and please mind your own business.Leave us alone.

John:Why babygirl?? Be mine, babygirl.I will make you feel pleasure.Y/N looked at Jungkook and saw him clenching his jaw seceretly. She knows that Jungkook had a crush on her. The way he look at her with love she can feel it.She also already love him. so, she thought to play along and see what can he do.

Y/N:Really?? And what can you do to make me feel please??

John:I can fuck you hard and make you scream my name all night babygirl

That's it.Now,Jungkook lost his control and punched John faceHe hold your wrist and pulled you from the seat. He took you the bathroom and sat you in the toilet. Then he kiss you harshly, you hurriedly reply his kiss.After sometimes, he pulled away.

Jungkook:Who told you to flirt with him huh!!

Y/N:Why??I can do anything. it's not like you are my boyfriend.

Jungkook:No, you are mine, only mine. To make you mine I can do anything for you anything.You got it.

Y/N:Then show me what can you do to make me yours

You smirked.

Jungkook:You want see Smirked

Y/N:Yeah

He kneeled down to your ear and whisper

Jungkook:Babygirl you became naughty. You need punishment and also for flirting with that jerk.

You pulled him to your face and said

Y/N:Punish me daddy. I need some lessons. you seductively said

Now he lost his control and rip your shirt.He started sucking your nipples hadshly massaging other nipple with his left hand

Y/N:mm...

Jungkook:Your boobs are so big, babygirl but they are only for me. Only I can have it.They are made for me only for me.

Then he pulled out and again kissed your lips. This time with pure loved. He softly and gently kiss you. He slowly moved towards your neck, leave a dark purple mark. You moaned,he looked up to see his creature. Seeing this he got satisfied. Again he kissed your lips.

Jungkook:You don't know how much I wait for this day.Now, I can't wait to fuck you hard untill you beg for me to stop. I will make you cum hard.

Y/n:Fuck me hard daddy. Make me cum hard.

Hearing this jungkook moved toward your panty, licked your clothed panty. You moaned softly. Then he pulled out panty and started fingering you roughly. Your breathe got hitched and you started to moaned loudly.

Jungkook:Moan loud honey, show the world who you belong to. You belong to me only me.

You began to moan loudly. He started to fingering you more roughly. He fastened his speed. You started to clenched his finger.

Y/N:Daddy gonna cum.

Jungkook:cum babygirl. Cum in my finger.

You cummed hard. He pulled out his finger and suck your cum that you spilled in his finger.

Jungkook:Now,stripped me.

You slowly began to open his shirt button looking at him seductively. After opening his shirt your eyes widened. You looked at his abs shamelessly. Curiously you asked

Y/N:You have abs?? we're not you are the nerd??

Jungkook:Babygirl, Do you wanna know a secret??

You nodded

Jungkook:Iam a gangster.

Your eyes got widened.

Y/N:Y-you what?

Jungkook:You heard it right baby. Now, start your job and opend my pent

You began to open his pent.His thick and big dick showed up angrily.Your eye gets bigger seeing his size.He chuckled seeing your face.

Jungkook:What happened, baby?

Y/n:You are so long and big daddy.Does it will fit me?

Jungkook:Yes, babygirl. It will fit you perfectly. Now, suck my cock.

You started to stroke his dick and took into your mouth slowly.He moaned slowly.You started to suck his dick. He pulled your hair in ponytail and pushed his dick into your mouth. He is fucking your mouth like a beast. You deep throat him.You clenched your mouth.He is now moaning hard. Then he cummed in your mouth and you swallowed it all. you open your mouth to showed him that you took his all cum perfectly. He chuckled and said

Jungkook:You did good babygirl.

He sat you to the toilet. He is now ready to put his dick. He put his dick into your pussy.Not giving you time to adjust he started to thrust into you roughly. First its was painful for you, after sometimes it became pleasure for you. Now you started to moaned hard.The way he makes you feel good you can't described this in word.The way he thrust into you harshly its makes your mind blank.

Jungkook:Baby see you take me so well. I can fuck this pussh everyday. Will you give me permission to fuck this pussy honey?? He thrust roughly.

Y/N:Yeah.Yes daddy you can ah!!

Jungkook:You know I always dream about fucking you in every corner of my house.

Y/N:Really??

Jungkook:Yeah, you feel so good baby.Perfect for my dick. Your pussy and my dick its made for each other. Your tight cunt is only nade for me to destroy. Only I can destroy this pussy.

You can't response because of his harsh thrust. You can just do moan and moan. Your mind is going blank by each of thrust. He is making you feel so good. His big dick is hitting your g-spot perfectly.you feel a knot inside you. You know you are near of your Climax

Y/N:Iam near d-daddy.

Jungkook:I know baby.Hold it.

He feel his climax near

Jungkook:Now

You both cum together. He cum inside your pussy and you milk his dick. He hugged you.give you a forhead kiss

Jungkook:I love you

Y/N:I know

Jungkook:You know??

Y/n:yeah

Jungkook:How??

Y/n:Your eyes tell.And I love you too

Jungkook:Don't wanna asked me why I came here being a nerd.

Y/n:Not now,but you can tell me some other day.Iam tired now.I just wanna sleep now hugging you.

#jungkook smut #bts smut #jungkook x you #jungkook fluff #bts #jungkook #jungkook yandere #jungkook oneshot #bts imagine #jungkook au #jeon jungkook smut #jeon jk #jk news #jk #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #jeongguk #bts x you

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eddiesgirls12 · 1 year

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Star and sunshine - Joseph Quinn

A/N: Heey guys!! This is my first one shot,and I'm not a native english speaker,so don't mind my grammar mistakes and shitty writing. Also don't copy or use any of my works without my permission,and also this one shot is already posted on my wattpad.

Warnings: Angst,young Joe is a little asshole,drinking,crying,mentions of autism ( bullying )and fluff at the end.

Enjoy!!

Your parents always told you that your university years would be the best years of your life. Your mom's love story with your father was so lovely,you always adored them,and the way they've met. You wanted to have the same. You were just shy.

LAMDA. 2012. 09. 1

First day at the drama university,was boring a little bit. You were just sitting on your place by yourself. You didn't really wanted a bench mate. The classroom and everything was so scary. It was like a big labyrinth for you

It's okey,just calm down,you don't look that bad today,no one is going to judge you

Deep breaths just deep breaths,you're in the school of your dreams right now. You wanted this,so now deal with it-

" Mind if I sit next to you? " suddenly a voice intrerupted your deep thoughts,then you looked up to see a boy standing next to you,with a shy smile on his face.

His eyes are like hot chocolate. Kinda cute you thought quickly because you realised that he was still waiting for your answer.

" No,of course not. "

He grined then put down his backpack and set down next to you. The two of you shared a few glances,not knowing what to say to eachother. Looking around,everyone was talking and laughing with their new friends. You had more 10 minutes until your first lesson started.

" I'm Joe by the way " the boy said,finally breaking the silence,and he held his hand out for you to shake it.

" I'm Y/N. "

" Y/N I like that. Are you from France? "

You slowly nodded,as you waited his next movement,because you waren't sure if he wanted to bully you because of accent,or just simply wanted to make a converstation.

" Oh nice,I always wanted to go there. Your accent is so cute by the way. " he spoke again and smiled at you."

Present day

" Shit girls,where are you taking me? " you laughed as your two bestfiends lead you with your eyes blindfolded.

" Relax,we're not trying to kidnap you or anything. We're taking you home,but there's going to be a suprise waiting for you. "

" Okey I understand,but I'm so uncofortable to walk around with my eyes blindfolded. Can I take it off untill then?"

" No. " your friend Bianca replied simply chuckling on your inpatient.

LAMDA. 2012. 11. 5

" Okey so the answers are on the top of the card's and on the bottom there's your next question towards the class. Let's see I read the first one. " your teacher said as everyone paid attention so did you.

You waited for the right question to read your answer,but somehow neither of the questions were the right for your answer. Then she started explaining something,which sounded like the answer which could be on your card,but you were not pretty sure about it,so you didn't raise your hand.

Then the teacher started looking around in the class for the card with the answer on it,and when she reached your table,she grabed the card from your hands. " There is it!!! Why didn't you read it? "

And then suddenly the school bully Lucy rolled her eyes " Why am I not suprised? Don't mind her miss,she's just an autistic. "

That was when Joe slammed his hand on the table and glared at her. " Go and suck soneone's dick,and leave her alone! "

Everyone let out an " huuuuuh " then the teacher's voice intrerupted the tension between them. " Mr. Quinn!! How dare you say that to a girl? You're getting 2 hours detention in the library,maybe it will help you to learn some respect towards them. "

" And the school's slut is going to get away with what she said? She called me an autistic for not being brave enough to read my answer because I was confused. That's doesn't seem fair to me. " you replied raising your hand with a smirk.

" Fine. Then the three of you will get detention. You and Mr. Quinn getting 2 hours,Lucy gets 3. Is this okey? "

" Perfect. " you nodded,then looked over at Joseph who tried to hold back his laugh.

***

" I swear you're an idiot. Why would you do that? " you hissed as you and Joe walked out from the classroom to the library.

" What was I supposed to do? She has no right to call you that!! " he answered bumping his shoulder against yours slightly.

" But you got yourself in trouble! What will your parents do,when they found out about this? Joe,that's isn't you! "

" I don't care,because like I said before,I couldn't let her get away with it,so I embaressed her. You also got in trouble,so I don't know what's your problem. "

" I've got myself in trouble because I felt bad! I couldn't let you suffer alone. It was my fault. " you sighed as the two of you entered the library where a teacher was already waiting for you to keep on eye on you.

" Where's the third one? " she asked rudly.

" Probably left. " Joseph shrugged then made his way to the bookshelfs to find something to read.

You did the same,and started looking for Les Miserables wrote by Victor Hugo. You always wanted to read this book,so you felt like now was the perfect time to read it.

As you were sitting next to each other you felt like Lucy was right after all. Wherever you went,you were always bullied and beaten up. You didn't understand why though,but your brain always worked a little bit slower,and you were always panicking. You still had no idea how an autistic person acted though.

" Joe? " you suddenly asked and looked up from his book.

" Yeah? "

" Do you think I'm...autustic? "

He frowned and put his book aside. Suddenly he grabed your hand and squized it to get your attention.

" No ,you're not. See? This is exatly why I did what I did. She wants everyone and even you to think that you're an autistic,but you're not. Believe me,I've met autistic people before,you are not like them. Stop worrying about it. "

When he noticed that you didn't believed him,he nudged your arms causing you to look at him. When you did he smiled and said. " I think you are amazing and adorble. "

And with that, he made you fall in love with him."

Present day

" Guys you know I hate suprises,right? "

You were sitting in a cab between Bianca and Mary. Your muscles were tensed,you just couldn't keep it calm,because of your excitment.

" We're not even sure if you're not going to kill us,after you saw it. " Mary replied.

" Oh god. No. I can't kill you. I would need to pay for your funerals. No. " you answered then you started laughing along with the girls.

LAMDA. 2014. 02. 14

You sighed sadly as you watched Joseph giving his girlfriend a rose. You were suffering. It was your fault though. It was your fault that he was huging and kissing that girl and not you. You should have told him years ago how you felt,when all the girls went after that blondie boy who's already gratuated last year.

Joe aged like fine wine,you weren't going to lie. You still had a chance back then,but now it's impossible. You already lost counting on how many times you ended up crying yourself to sleep.

" Hey cutie!! Oh you look sad! What happened? " he asked you when he set down next to you.

You forced a smile then shake your head. " I'm not sad. I'm just not in the mood for all this red and pink maddnes around me. "

" No one's asked you for the Valentine's ball,right? "

You nodded and looked away to blink back your tears. Your heart was already broken,you didn't wanted to make it worse. If he saw you crying then he wouldn't leave you alone unless you told him what's wrong.

" Hey, uhm...I have something for you. "

You turned your head to look at him,holding a ring between his fingers. You raised an eyebrow at him confused. Why would he give you a ring? You were not his girlfriend-

" That's a promose ring. I want you to take it,so we could stay friends forever. I also have one. " he explained and held up his left hand. He had a similar ring.

" Thank you. " you thanked him quietly as he slipped the ring onto your finger.

" You don't need to thank me,just stay with me. "

" Okey. "

***

You were alone that night,your parents went for a mini vacation together. It was almost 2 am and you still couldn't sleep. You were curled up into a ball on your bed. Some boys did ask you to be their partner at the ball,but you rejected them,because you wanted to go with Joe. You always wanted him,not someone esle.

Suddenly you heard a knock on your door. It was harsh,you got scared a little bit,but you still went to open the it. You expected one of your friends from school,maybe she was drunk again. But then when you opened the door you were shocked.

It was Joseph standing there,in a drunken state. You quickly let him in,then you turned on the lights. His shoulders started shaking,as he let out some quiet sob.

" Hey...what's wrong? " you asked him,as you quickly embraced him.

" She cheated on me. She kissed another boy,right in front of me. In front of everyone,just to embarrass me. " Joe answered burying his face in your neck,and you wrapped you arms around his shoulder keeping him close.

" Hey hush...it's okey Joe. It's okey. I'm here. You deserve someone better. She neved deserved you,I could tell. I promise you that everything is going to be okey.

As you held him close,you kneeled down slowly with him. You had never seen him like this. This girl was his first girlfriend,but unfortunately not the last one. That night,he ended up falling asleep in your arms. You didn't mind at all,because you knew that he needed you."

Present day

" Hey girl do you remember at that cute boy,from London? You went in the same class. " Mary suddenly asked. You were still sitting in the cab.

" Do you mean Joseph Quinn? Yeah I still remember him. " you replied smiling sadly.

" You two were pretty close huh? "

" We were friends,untill...Untill he fucked up. I mean kind of. He called me autistic at a party when he was drunk. I never trusted him again,because you know drunk words,sober thoughts. " you answered sadly.

" You loved him didn't you? "

" I still do. I'm following his career and I'm so proud of him. But I could never trus him again. He broke me,and gived me years of suffering. This is why I left after graduating. I stayed at the party,then came home on the earliest flight. Plus I got a job here,and that France serial helped me to start my career as an actress. " you explained as you felt the car stop.

LAMDA. 2014. 12. 31

You were at a New Year's eve party with a few classmates and with Joseph. You were dancing a little,and then you went out with Joseph for a quick smoke. You had to tell him,that you were going to go back to Paris,because your parents were moving back there. You planned on finishing your studies there,and to graduate.

" I have to tell you something. It's very important. " you sighed and blow out the smoke nervously.

" Oh okey. Go ahead. "

" I'm going to go back to Paris. My parents are moving back,and...I want to go with them. I'm going to graduate there. "

" What? " he looked at you confused and shocked at the same time.

" I'm sorry. But I don't want to leave my parents behind and...and I'm missing my friends- "

" What about me? " he intrerupted you. " What about Wes and the others hm? What about us? "

" Joe,I'm so sorry,but I have no choice- "

" Oh yes you do. You could stay there in that house."

" ...and I want to graduate there with my friends and cousins. "

He glared at you,and stubbed out his cigarette,then lighted another one.

" Why are you mad? I have the promise ring. We're still going to stay friends. "

" Oh yeah? Amazing. That's amazing. " he mumbled in a sarcastic tone.

You folded your arms,and stared in to the distance. Why was he mad? He had a girlfriend,he was happy with her. He ignored you because of her,and skipped your programs which you had together. He also had his new friends. He didn't paid much attention on you,and he didn't protected you anymore,when Lucy was bullying you.

" Stay. I don't want you to go. " he whispered.

" I'll think about it. " you promised just because you didn't wanted to argue with him on New Year's eve.

***

Joe was vomiting for the third time. He was pretty drunk,and Wesley already tried to offer him water,but drunk Joseph was always so fucking stubborn.

" Do you want some more Martini my love? " his girlfriend asked him and you and Wesley looked at eachother with wide eyes. She was also drunk.

" Mate,you really need to stop drinking. "

" Says who? " he asked as let out a dry chuckle.

" Me for instance! Joe you already vomited three times!! It's enough!! " you answered,and that caused his girlfriend to roll her eyes.

" I think he can decide what he wants by himself. So you can go home freak. "

" Stop pretending like you are that good for him!! Unlike you we care about him,his mom asked me and Wasley to take care of him!! " you fought back,but that really pissed Joe off.

" Oh shut the fuck up!! Didn't you hear what she said? I can decide what is good for me,I don't need you!! Are you that autistic or what??!! "

Tears filled your eyes as you stared at your bestfriend,the boy you adored and loved the most. With that question he killed all your love you had for him. You felt betrayed and left alone. You didn't said anything,just throw at him the promise ring he give you then ran out.

" You are a dick Quinn. You better kick that slut out from my house before I do. " Wesley told him gesturing at his girlfriend,then he ran after you.

You almost reached your car when he caught up with you. " Y/N,please wait!! He didn't mean any of this!!

You turned around with a sad smile then chuckled. " Oh come on buddy. Drunk words,sober thoughts. At least I know that I should forget him forever because he's...he's not the one. "

" I'm so sorry,baby. I didn't expected this to turn out like this. "

" At least it was just the three of us now. I should have left with the others. "

Wesley gived you a conforting hug,and rubed your back. He was really over protecting when it came to you. He was the only one who knew about your love - or ex love - towards Joseph.

" Are you going to move back to Paris? "

" I'm going to stay just for you. My parents told me that if I wanted to stay,they will wait another year with the moving back gladly. I'll graduate then leave this fucking place.

" You are a strong girl. I'm going to kick his balls for treating you like this. "

Present day

Joseph apologised multiple times after this,but you ignored him,and set next to your other friend during class. You slowly pushed you feeling away,and felt a little bit free.

After the graduating party,the only thing you told him,was that you are going to relax and watch movies - and with that you made a perfect excuse, to reject his offer because he wanted to invite you to another party the next day - and maybe look for a job. Then you left on the next day with your parents,without saying goodbye.

But you got scolded a little bit,from your parents for not saying goodbye to him. Your mom really loved Joe,and always told you that you should forgive him. But you were too hurt to do that. You thought that cutting him off would help you to heal. But to be honest it just made it worse,and now it's a 100% sure that you two are not going to end up together,because he's famous now,and meeting beautifull women during Comic Cons and Fan Expos.

" What does this sign mean? " you asked him,after he drawn a sun on your palm with his thumb.

" You are my sunshine. That's how I remind you. " he smiled shyly.

Your face turned red,as you grabbed his hand and drawn a star on his palm.

" Well,what does this sign mean? "

" That means that you are my star. "

You smiled to that memory,as the girls slowly lead you to your bedroom. The familiar scent of your room helped you to calm your nerves. Suddenly they stopped you,and they lifted your arms.

Then you felt two gentle hands grabing yours,slowly pulling you closer to his body.

" Oh so the suprise is a person then,hm. " you noted,while your heart was beating fast.

Something happened. Something terrifying which made you froze. That was when you heard the door closing, alerting you that your friends left the room.

But that was not the scariest thing. You knew that touch. You reconised it even though it's been years since you felt it. But you were not sure that it was really him,so you tested him. You drawn a star on his palm,with your thumb.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you waited. And then is happened. He drawn a sun on your palm. You took a step backwards from him.

" Go away. I don't want to see you. "

He let out a big sigh,then walked closer to you. You kept walking backwards untill your back bumped in to the wall.

" You only making things worse Joseph. Go away. "

" I know you loved me. And I know you still do. The girls told me everything. " he finally replied.

You ripped off the blindfold from your eyes,then glared at him. You looked at him with your killing look,which you only used when you wanted to scare someone away from you. It usually worked. But not on him.

" You better leave before I kill you. I feel like I could choke you right now. "

" Why are you still on that? I've already apologised multiple times!! "

" Because I know you meant it! You meant every fucking word what you said. You never regreted saying it. Go back to your slu- "

" How can you say that? " he intrerupted you,stroking your palms. " Couldn't you see how much I cared about you? I was ready to sacrifise everything for you. Hell even if you'd ended up coming back Paris for your last year,I was ready to give up everything in London,and follow you. "

" You're lying. " you huffed simply which made him roll his eyes at you. " Why are you here anyway? To make me suffer? Go away! I don't want to suffer anymore!! Please don't ruin my birthday!!! "

"I love you!!! "

Your eyes widened at the sudden change of his tone,and looked away from him. Of course he would say that now that you are breaking down right in front of him. He only said this because he feels guilty. Good move.

" You don't have to say that just because you feel sorry for me. "

He slowly touched your chin with his fingers, then turned your head back,to look at him. Your breath hitched when you made eye contact with his hot chocolate eyes,and decided to listen what he has to say to you.

" Y/N,I never wanted to hurt you. What I said it was horrible,and I wish I could turn back in time,just to fix everything,but unfortunately I can't. I didn't mean any of that- "

" Drunken worlds sober thoug- "

" No no no,you're going to let me finish it first. And anyways this stupid expression doesn't include me,because I'm not an asshole. "

" Not all the time. " you corrected with a slight smirk.

" You are such a bitch. " he laughed shaking his head. " But I love you. I always knew,that it's going to be you,I just...I'm an idiot. And you are so silly for not telling me sooner. "

" Stop saying this! " you shake your head as more tears filled your already glassy eyes. " Like I said it before,you are just only saying this because you feel guilty because of what you've done! I don't need your pitty. "

" Darling,I know it's hard to believe it,but I'm sure about my feelings this time,and I would never tell you such a serious thing,if it was not true. Sweetheart you are my sunshine,and I love you with all my heart. "

" Please...don't make me suffer. Stop saying it. It's not true. Please Joe,don't say that...don't give me hope. " you begged him,as you slowly sunk down on your knees,sobbing.

You didn't even blinked twice,and he was right in front of you,also on his knees,and held your cheeks between his hands. Your foreheads were pressed together as he wiped you tears with his thumb. At this point you believed him,because he was just holding you,and looking at you lovingly.

" I love you too. " you whispered after five minutes. " so damn much. "

He smiled and kissed your forehead. You smiled back,and wrapped your arms around his neck to hug him.

***

" So did I ruin your birthday? " he asked as the two of you were cuddled up in your bed.

" I hate your timing. " you replied shaking your head.

" I take this as a no then. "

" You are wrong,because you did ruin my birthday. You made me angry,then you made me cry. It's the worse thing which could happen on your special day, you know. " you teased.

He looked at you seriously,and then the next thing you knew he was hovering over you,tickling your sides. You laughed histericaly and screamed as you tried to stop him,but he was too strong.

" Stop!! Joseph please s-stop!! "

" Make me. " he smirked.

" Nah ah. I'm not going to melt under your smirk, you smiley idiot. No chance mate. "

" Too late my love,I already made you melt. And if don't believe me,then I'm going to do it again. Because I still have the promise ring. " he explained as he took it out from his pocket,and held it between his fingers. " the difference is,that you can't take it off,untill I give you a new one,when I'm going to ask you to be my wife. "

" Hmm well planned out plan. But are you sure,I would say yes to you? "

" You better,if you don't want the tickle monster visit you while you're sleeping,and maybe tickle you somewhere else. "

" Joe!!!! " you yelled as your face flushed.

" What's with the red face Y/N? I was reffering at your pretty little butt. "

" You're awfull. "

" But you love me. " he leaned down to give you a quick kiss,and slipped the ring on your finger.

" Yeah. I do. It hurts how much I love you. "

Maybe your uiversity years weren't the best,but you still ended up with the man you truly loved after all. And that was the only thing that mattered.

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn x you #joe quinn #stranger things #eddie munson #joseph quinn x reader #angst #joseph quinn angst #friends to enemies to friends to lovers

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black-klok-youth-pastor · 9 months

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Okay I plan on hopefully releasing a post regarding my theories before the movie comes out, my Charles-MMA theory may have bombed but I have a post regarding Skwisgaar’s father in the wings. On the meantime though…I’m just gonna list off some random assorted headcanons, couple repeats bit most of them being stuff I had in my head for a while but haven’t found a good place to post them:

Contrary to popular expectations Skwisgaar is a bit closer to Gothenburg than Stockholm (although I’m still trying to narrow down the most likely location for his possible hometown for nothing else than fan fic purposes)

Speaking of language, Toki and Skwisgaar argue each other in their native language as the two are mutually intelligible. What’s more surprising is that occasionally Offdensen would interject in Danish to try to tell them off, which freaks out Toki thinking Charles is demon possessed while Skwisgaar was initially under the impression he was having a bad cough rather than speaking “Dutch”.

Toki loves the Big Comfy Couch, helps that it has basis in reality since the show was popular in its heyday with children who didn’t speak English as a first language or straight up non-verbal. And hey, it’s not like it’s not brutal! Loonette was also the original voice of Claire Redfield!

Dick Knubbler, not unlike the infamous producer he’s a parody of, managed a girl group at one point…it was called the Dicklettes. It was not super successful though, for reasons that allude people 🤔.

Part of the reason Damien is such an asshole is because his parent divorced at an early age, not an excuse obviously but it would at least explain why Roy would (presumably judging by certain context clues) spoil him during his childhood and why there’s such a large age difference between him and “Dorian” (my name for the kid that may or may not be Roy’s other son).

There was one time where Dethklok tried to arrange Charles to have groupie sex with his fan club (which exists, but in a semi-unofficial capacity) so that he’ll be “less of an uptight dildo” but he refused for various reasons not the least of which being (at least according to my headcanon for now) that he’s asexual. He doesn’t get it often due to him being important but not as prominent in the public eye as the band ,but he’s had at least a couple of “Why does Offdensen not have a wife/girlfriend?” kind of gossip pieces including naturally a few “Does Charles Offdensen is gay?” rumors (for the record I am in support of that too and in fact I did open the possibility that he’s both gay and ace at the same time). Which he dislikes and tries to suppress as much as possible if for nothing else than the desire to censor any details about his personal life including him trying to seal any records prior to him becoming Dethklok’s manager.

There are multiple Facebones videos covering sex ed for any groupies where it might be their first time, complete with the most awkward Klokateer skits known to man. The “groupie area” also contains stuff like condoms and whatnot, it’s just that the Dethklok-brand condoms suck all kinds of ass (and not in that way tee hee) that even without Skwisgaar’s uncanny fertility makes pregnancy extremely likely.

This might be multipart if only because I might have to clear my drafts at the last minute

#cw: suggestive #cw: canon typical vulgar humor #metalocalypse #dethklok #headcanons

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youtubesavedmylife · 2 years

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Fire Emblem: Three Houses Characters as Things My Family Has Said (⚠️General Spoilers)

Blue Lion:

Dimitri: "Give me access to the seratonin as I have never had before."

Dedue: "Ma'am please this is a Wendy's."

Sylvain: "I swear there's nothing in my underwear but me."

Felix: "Well, if Sylvain gets his butt cherry popped, it's his problem not mine, as long as it's his decision."

Ingrid: "NO DICK-WHIPPING DURING FAMILY TIME!"

Annette: "It was a snacks-ident."

Ashe: "Imma bad book! You can't read me!"

Mercedes: "This is for a girl that likes pink, plastic roses, and Sothis."

Black Eagle:

Edlegard: “I don't know, I might body swap with Dimitri just so I could kill myself.”

Hubert: "I probably scared them off with my scent."

Ferdinand: "If I had known about polyamory in college I probably would've done it."

Bernadetta: "I can't even scream, I just got that Windows XP load up noise."

Lindhardt: "I firmly believe I am asexual, but nothing gets me going like a tall woman."

Caspar: "My friend asked me 'if you were a pinata, what would you drop' and I said adderall and lego studs."

Dorthea: "If a guy wants to get you pregnant, tell him you left your vagina in your other pants."

Petra: *opening a peanut* "Oh I got a double nut!"

Golden Deer:

Claude: "Bro, being sad is dumb."

Hilda: "I got excited and forgot about the consequences of winning."

Ignatz: "He could cream his shorts and still be like 'it's okay'."

Raphael: "I need to Google why my farts smell so bad."

Marianne: "She's just hypersensitive to that good good."

Lorenz: "Ugh, women don't deserve a history month."

Leonie: "Me when I become your stepdad."

Lysithea: "No, honey. You should've been euthanized at 15."

Ashen Wolves:

Yuri: "I'll suck the emperor's ass before I let anyone convince me my father is a good man."

Hapi: "Why would you wanna be a politician? That just automatically makes you an ass."

Constance: "She's the definition of 'my life sucks so I guess I'll eat dirt.'"

Balthus: "I want people to lure me out places with meat on a stick."

Other:

Byleth: "Some of the teachers would sit in the cafeteria, making sure the natives don't go wild."

Rhea: "What about 'fuck dem kids'?"

Sothis: "I'm bout to Ooguay outta here."

Seteth: "STOP DON'T TAKE MY CHILD!! That's theft."

Flayn: "I'm gonna guppy your bubbles if you don't shut up."

Cyril: "The coolest thing I've ever made is a breakthrough in counseling."

Catherine: "I didn't body slam her, I accidentally pushed her."

Shamir: "I have a lot of problems and most of them have to do with straight people."

Alois: "I hope one day I'll never stop being funny."

Jeralt: “Please don't do anything behind my back, I'm sensitive there.”

Manuela: "I fulfilled my middle-class white girl duties today."

Hanneman: "Why do something if you're not going to research it?"

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The Stick of Truth

Codename: Dovahkiin Part 1!

N.K. is angry at her parents. Not only did they move again, no, but they moved into a snowy hicktown named South Park! She was sure she would hate it there, yet surprisingly she gets to participate in the epic RPG the kids play and falls for the human princess and the elf king. Who is friend, who is foe and which side should she choose?

Main Pairing: New Kid/Kenny McCormick/Kyle Broflovski

Chapter 9: There is always more than one way

The handsome Elf King and his two followers, his right-hand men and Bard Jimmy, lead me inside the house and we are now sitting face to face on the dining table.

Well me and the king.

His followers flank him on each side.

I took off my blond Link wig.

I don’t see any more reason to hide behind it if they already know my true gender.

Also, I want that the Elf King sees ME not my cosplay.

I have a feeling, he likes what he sees, without sounding arrogant. He looked interested in my brunette bob cut.

Maybe he has a thing for brunettes?

I really hope so.

Damn, I’m so nervous.

This is so different than with Kenny.

Why does red hair make me crazy? Why?

“Lady N.K., before I tell you why I wanted to speak to you let me introduce myself and my loyal ranger.”, starts the Elf King. “I’m Kyle and he is Stan. Jimmy, you already know.”

Kyle…

His name is Kyle.

It fits him so much.

I gulp and pray I don’t stutter.

“Pleased to meet you, King Kyle and Ranger Stan, as you know I’m mage N.K.”

Yeah, I didn’t stutter!

“Nice to meet you too dude, erm my lady.”, greets me, Stan. “I was curious to know who gave my man such beatings. You really look as tough as they said.”

I laugh and wave it away.

“You honor with your words, noble Ranger.”

“Now that pleasantries are out of the way, I would really like to talk to you Lady N.K.”, says King Kyle, his green eyes seem to look into my soul.

I feel…naked.

Vulnerable.

Not a lot of people made me ever feel this way.

Kyle is really something special.

Damn…I will probably really do whatever he says just to get in his good graces and hopefully snatch him up!

Why I’m such a thirsty hoe?

Why?

My hormones are bitches!

“I’m listing, your highness.”, I manage to get out my lips.

“I want to be truthful to you, so you know you can trust my words.”, he begins. “Bard Jimmy reported to us yesterday that the new mage of Kupa Keep is a girl and that Wizard Fatass doesn’t know it. But Stan and I wanted to see you for ourselves. We are quite surprised that you are indeed a girl.”

“Yeah, Leo, erm, Butters told me the girls of South Park don’t really play games with you. But I’m not a native from here.”, I remind him.

He nods.

“Indeed, you are different.”, he continues. “You are a powerful warrior as Stan already said. It’s a waste of your potential to be on Wizard Fatass’s side.”

Okay, I dig it that Kyle thinks I’m a powerful warrior, but also….

“You make me sound like a weapon.”, I point out. “A weapon you want to defeat Cartman with.”

Stan and Jimmy share a look, while Kyle’s beautiful eyes light up.

Damn, so hot!

“You aren’t only strong in body, but you possess a sharp mind. You could be so much more than be Cartman pawn.”

“I’m no one’s pawn. The human recruited me first and I made friends with them. I feel offended been called Fatass Pawn. He can suck my non-existed dick!”, I make myself clear.

“And yet you do what he says.”, counters Kyle. “We tracked a Twitter raven who says you are currently trying to recruit the goths for the Wizard and he told you sure that we have the Stick, he is lying!”

I frown.

How he words it…I don’t like it.

“Cartman is the one you should be fighting against. He's hiding the Stick -- which is cheating -- and acting all betrayed and sad to get you to recruit more people for him.”, adds Ranger Stan.

I look at the quiet Jimmy, who simply nods.

“King Kyle be frank with me, what do you want from me?”

“Lady N.K., do the right thing and recruit the Goth kids for US. Then we can ransack Cartman's stupid kingdom and get the Stick back once and for all.”

I let out a loud huff, cross my arms and sit back on my chair.

“Why should I? You could be lying. I hate Cartman, but I made friends in Kupa Keep.”, I respond. “Princess Kenny and Paladin Butters are most dear to me. Why should I risk their friendship for YOU? Do you have something to offer me which would be worth it?”

Hey, I try to be not that easy.

Also, it’s true.

I have Kenny and Leo and the other guys who are my friends.

Kyle may be hotter than the sun, but I don’t know him or his people. They were since I started the RPG the enemy.

“You really rather stay at Cartman’s side, even if he is a huge lying asshole, just for the Princess and the Paladin?!”, shouts Ranger Stan shocked.

He wants to add more, but Kyle raises a hand.

“Stan enough!”

“But-“

“No, she makes good points. Till now we were only enemies to her, you wouldn’t trust her either.”

The ranger frowns but nods at his king’s words.

Now the king turns back to me. Again his green eyes seem to look into me. I feel how I turn red and start to sweat.

Can he please stop that?!

I can’t think clearly when he looks at me like that.

Without looking away from me he says: “Stan, Jimmy, leave us. I want to talk to Lady N.K. alone.”

….Did I hear right?!

Alone.

The hot elf king wants to be alone with me?!

OH. MY. LORD!

My head is immediately in the gutter, while Stan and Jimmy leave us.

Still, with his brilliant eyes on me, King Kyle stands up from his sit and walks over to mine.

I’m a statue.

I can’t move.

My breath is heavy.

Now he stands before me.

Like this, me sitting he standing, Kyle is taller.

I look up at him with wide eyes.

“I have noted the way you look at me.”, he murmurs.

Softly he twirls a lock of my brown hair around his finger and something like a dying whale sounds comes out of my lips.

This makes him smirk….and yep my panties just dropped down the floor.

It should be illegal to have such an effect on people!

“Lady N.K., what I can offer you is simple.”

“W-What?”, I croak out.

“Me and my kingdom. Be my queen.”

HOLY. SHIT!

I gasp for air, and that’s when the king plants a short but hot kiss on my mouth. His tongue teasingly stroking mine.

And I’m done.

He got me.

I wrap my arms around his neck, not letting him get away and we kiss hot and wild.

I don’t know how he managed, and it turns me on even more, but he wraps his arms around my waist and places me on the table.

King Kyle lays with his full weight on me.

I feel anything.

Oh, this is heaven!

I wrap my legs around his waist and my hands stroke his beautiful red hair, while he kissed down my throat to my-

“Lady N.K. are you all right?”, brings me the voice of King Kyle back from my lust-filled daydream.

I don’t know if I should feel glad or disappointed.

It was going so well!

Goddammit, always at the best parts!

I can feel how hot my cheeks are while other parts of me are…well you can imagine.

Stupid hormones…

“Erm, yes, I’m okay, your highness.”, I answer him and fuck does my voice sound squeaky.

It’s embarrassing.

Kyle, who is still sitting innocently on his chair, raises an elegant eyebrow.

How he doesn’t believe it is formally written on his face.

“If you say so.”, at least he decides to let it drop it. He crosses his fingers with each other and leans on them. “Lady N.K. I know I ask you something impossible. You formed bonds in Kupa Keep, even with Wizard Fatass there.”

I nod in agreement.

“You have every right to distrust us, even if we really don’t have the Stick. Why should we reach out to you if we already have the Stick? I’m not power-hungry like Cartman.”, he explains. “If I had the Stick I would be perfectly content with it to help my people. Cartman on the other hand always wants more. He is a glutton in all things.”

I frown, but I can’t really detect a lie in all this. From what I expired myself from Cartman it would fit him.

“I want that you think for a second about what will happen when Cartman finds out you are a girl. He will banish you from time and space without even thinking that he let go of the best warrior we ever had here in Zaron and Larnion just because you are a girl. He wouldn’t care, but I would.”

“We are closing in on what you will offer to me if I join you, aren’t we?”, it’s not really a question.

King Kyle nods and stands up.

He crosses his hands behind his back, facing me.

“If you join the Eleven Kingdom, if you bring the Goth to us, if you swerve your loyalty to me, I promise you, that you can freely be yourself. No more hiding your true nature and I could protect you from Cartman banishment since you would belong to my people.”

Uff, that’s not a bad offer.

…Okay, if he would have offered me what I dreamed up, I wouldn’t even think about it. Being a queen to such a hot king would be amazing, but sadly the reality is another.

“I would lie if I say I wasn’t tempted.”, I admin truthful. “It sucks to be called Douchebag and hide that I’m a girl. I can’t stand Cartman and I really, really want to punch his stupid fat face in, but…I have friends in Kupa Keep as I said. I can’t betray them for my selfish desires.”

“Then you are a way better person than we all.”, he gives me a small smile.

Adorable!

Also, boy, I’m not that good. If you had pushed the right buttons I would have become a traitor.

Deep down I’m a selfish, power-hungry, thirsty hoe.

Maybe that’s why Kenny and I get along so well together.

She would have known what I wanted to be on her side.

Sign.

I stand up from my sit and bow before King Kyle.

“It was an honor to meet you, your Highness. If we had met earlier I would have stayed on your side for sure. But I belong to Kupa Keep, my loyalties lay there. I will find a way to handle King Cheesy Pops.”

The red-haired boy signs, but nods.

“I understand Lady N.K., I really wish you would reconsider, but I couldn’t betray my bonds either.”, he says. “But if you change your mind, we will take you in with open arms.”

“Thank you, your highness. I should go now.”

With that, I put my wig back on.

Time to return to reality.

Kyle steps beside me and escorts me the short way to the entrance door.

He opens the door for me.

“Mage N.K., even if we are on different sides, be assured that I and my people won’t tell your true gender to anyone. Your secret is safe with us.”

Thankful I smile.

“This means a lot, King Kyle. May your reign be long.”

“Thank you, I wish you the best with Fatass. It will not be simple.”

I step out of the door. With a last smile to the handsome Elf King, I leave the Eleven Kingdom.

I should join up again with Princess Kenny.

I should return to Kupa Keep.

I shouldn’t just answer the worrying text messages of my princess and my little brother.

But after what happened at the Eleven Kingdom I need time to think.

I’m happy that I didn’t listen to my hormones, who wanted to take a bit out of Kyle, yet I’m also sad.

Aargh, it’s a mess.

I like Kenny.

I truly do.

And she likes me too.

I should be happy with my decision to stay in Kupa Keep, sadly I just can’t.

Even with Kenny, even with all my friends, I can’t be truly myself because the head honcho aka. Cartman is a dick and hates girls and would kick me out without a second thought.

Now there is Kyle, my absolute dream boy, a noble King who would take me in, let me be who I am, and protected me, but I can’t also join him, because I don’t wanna betray my princess and little brother and I want more from Kyle then he wants to give me.

Again, aargh!

So, no, I can’t return to Kupa Keep till I can find a solution to this chaos that will make me happy.

It’s time to call the cavalry.

“Hey sis, I’m on my way to the cinema, what’s up?”

“Tam, can we meet at the park? I need someone neutral with a problem I have.”

“Uff, what a mess. Your life is complicated.”, concludes Tammy, after I told her the whole story.

We are sitting on a park bench in the playground of South Park. It could be nice to catch the sunray together and just talk about normal things, but I needed to tell Tammy my RPG-Life problems.

It was funny, how she had to take a look at me twice, seeing me in my Link cosplay, sadly the talking that followed was not.

Now I lay with my head on her shoulder, while she has wrapped an arm around me in comfort.

I feel defeated.

I feel hopeless.

I just don’t know what do to.

“Do you have any idea how I can fix this mess?”, I formally beg her.

She hums thoughtfully and strokes my hair. Aah, that’s a nice feeling. Something that I need right now.

“Well, the problem is clear, it’s Eric Cartman.”

“No shit, sis.”

“What about…if he wasn’t in the picture anymore?”

Couries I turn my head so that I can look up in her eyes. She has a mischievous light in them.

“What do you mean by that?”

Then Tammy tells me her plan.

And I can just applaud her.

“Oh hamburgers, I don’t know if we can do this N.K., like Eric will be so angry!”

Leo is scarred as I tell him the plan, me and Tammy came up, while Princess Kenny seems excited.

“I say we do it!”, shouts Princess Kenny full energy. “This will be the sweetest revenge on the fatass for all the shit he pulled in all these years!”

“But, but, he will be so angry at us!”

“Technically, we never said that it wasn’t allowed, so he can’t do anything.”

I nod in agreement at Princess Kenny’s words.

“My princess, do you think we can get the others on board?”

“Oh don’t worry your pretty little head over it, beautiful, that’s the easiest part!”

To say that the elven and their King are surprised to see me again in their Kingdom is an understatement.

Maybe it’s because I brought for this part Tammy along aka. she insisted on coming with me.

“Lady N.K.”, finds King Kyle his words again. “I didn’t expect you back…and in company.”

Tammy and I bow before him.

“King Kyle, this is Tammy, my best friend, and a damn good fighter.”

“We came here because we have planned something, which you surely will approve, your highness.”, flawless add Tammy like she does RPGs for ages.

“…I’m listing.”

With a huge smile, I make my way to the Goth kids.

Turns out Tammy’s father smokes, so she “borrowed” a pack of cig, and like Kenny said the hobo before U-Store-It sold Goth clothes, which I wear now.

The plan for Cartman is set in motion.

We only need the Goth kids and all will be ready!

This will be a piece of cake.

Words that I would soon regret.

#southparkfanfiction #southpark #new kid sp #dovahkiin #stick of truth #SP FanFic: Codename: Dovahkiin Part 1 #douchbag #kenny mccormick #kyle broflovski #k2 #polyamarous

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feverinfeveroutfic · 2 years

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like blood from a stone | chapter seven

(title on ao3: call me by your name)

Jeff, Larry, and I were all at the back of the room in geometry class: the three of us with our long luxurious curls down past our shoulders in a room full of hairspray and haircuts weirder than anything I had ever seen before in my life. I had on my button-up shirt with the top couple of buttons undone so as to reveal the skin on my collar bones as well as my neck, plus before I walked into class, I had rolled up my sleeves to the elbows and I kept the waist of my jeans down a bit right over my hipbones.

Though I sat in the seat all the way, I kept my left leg out just enough for my foot to be way out in the open. I glanced over at my bonus big brother Jeff and his own long lush hair down past his shoulders, and he struggled with crossing one leg over the other underneath those damned plastic desks that were barely big enough for that. Larry was beyond him and on the other side of the room, and with the same problem himself.

Those big damned plastic desks.

Larry shifted his weight and ran his fingers through his hair.

At least it was my birthday weekend: we could all hang out with one another over the next few days when everyone else had gone away for themselves.

When our teacher turned around for a moment, Jeff took something wrapped up in tin foil out of the front pocket of his backpack and unraveled it.

“What’s that?” I whispered to him.

“Breakfast,” he replied. “I swiped something really quick before I left home—”

And then our teacher turned back around with a bit of chalk in his fingers and Jeff pursed his lips together and puffed out his cheeks like a puffer fish. I nibbled on my bottom lip as his eyes scanned over to us for a moment. And then he turned away again.

I returned to Jeff again right as he unraveled the foil and revealed a whole bagel, albeit smooshed in on one side.

“What flavor is that?” I whispered to him.

“No clue.” He took a bite of it and wrinkled his nose. “Effin’ blueberry,” he muttered to himself.

“Mr. Becerra and Mr. Skolnick!” he called out to us. I hunched my shoulders as if to shrink back and Jeff held still with the bagel tucked into his mouth as if he was a dog with a squeak toy. “I hope you fellas are talking about proofs over there because it’s going to be this week’s quiz.”

“Uh, I think we should,” I sputtered out, and I turned my attention to Jeff, who still had the blueberry bagel tucked in his mouth. “Wouldn’t you agree, Jeff?”

“And I hope you brought enough for everyone, Mr. Becerra,” our teacher added with a glimpse over his half-moons over at him; I looked past Jeff at Larry, who bowed his head and snickered. The girl next to him snickered as well.

He never took the bagel out of his mouth after our teacher asked me to come on up to the chalkboard for a demonstration. I was never good at proofs, especially when the math problem seemed so obvious to me in the end. To think deductively, was his reasoning for it.

Needless to say, my brain was unwilling to function this way at eight-thirty in the morning: I did well enough for the class but something about the way the chalk balanced itself in between my fingers or perhaps it was the way I could feel Jeff and Larry both staring at my butt. I dropped the chalk twice and I stooped over both times, too.

What was I thinking.

I wasn’t thinking, that was the answer.

The deduction there was that because I had had my dick sucked by a Native American dude who thinks he’s a chick and has a poor heart.

Why he thinks he’s a chick is beyond me, but he needs something for his heart, though.

Another reason was that I needed some coffee.

See, Mr. Clark? It all works both ways.

He still shook his head at me regardless of that, however. And I bowed my head and ran my fingers through my curls. I could feel the warmth in my face, and not the same kind of warmth I experienced with Chuck and Joey, either. Their eyes stared back at me as I made the walk of shame back to that desk and stayed there for the remaining thirty minutes of the class period. All the while, Jeff nibbled on the bagel as if it was about to get away from him.

He managed to finish it by the time we had five minutes left of the class and at that point, I wanted nothing more than to go to our break and then to history and then study hall. Whenever we had study hall, I often found a way to sneak my way out of there and into the courtyard with my little acoustic guitar over my back: I had tucked it in my locker at the start of the week but this time around, I wanted it over my lap and I wanted to play for a bit until lunchtime. We were three teenage kids and we wanted to do what pleased us the most, and that was to be princes with guitars in our hands.

“God damn, that was uncomfortable,” Jeff groaned as we walked on out of there to the cafeteria.

“Yeah, you’re telling me,” I told him. “I feel like such an idiot after that.”

“No, I mean with the bagel.”

“Oh. Oh, I'd imagine.”

“Never mind that it was smooshed but it didn’t even taste all that good,” he added. “The blueberries were weird.”

“They can be like that at times,” I assured him.

“Effin’ blueberry bagels,” Larry said into our ear right then.

“Effin’ blueberry bagels, exactly,” Jeff said.

The three of us made our way to the cafeteria, where I got myself a cup of cappuccino from the machine on the other side of the room while the two of them helped themselves to the biscuits and gravy served up in the trays.

Odd to think that we had reached legal adulthood, and I was en route to becoming a prince of sorts, and yet we were still being treated like kids. I took my spot at the table closest to me and I waited for them: I watched them walk along the edge of the counter on the other side of the room with those ugly plastic trays in their hands. I glanced down at the cup of cappuccino in my hand and all the while, I thought of the kind of coffee you would get at a gas station, especially when I took my very first sip of it. Sweet and sugary, and not a lot of coffee in there, either. It woke me up a bit but nothing like an actual straight cup of coffee, however.

If there was any compliment that I could give to an arranged marriage to Chuck, it was the fact I knew he could spoil me with all of the best, creamiest coffee I could perhaps dream of. I knew that we would ascend through the ranks almost overnight come that weekend, even if it meant that I would in fact sell my soul to something that ran against the grain of my own feelings.

How I wished to see Chuck again and the smooth hair about his head. I had no doubt in my mind that he was in fact the one for me, and yet he felt so far away from me. He never gave me his number or his address but I began to piece the words together for myself. I had plenty of lined paper in my binder and I wondered if that would be enough for him to read for himself.

I pried off the lid and I peered down at the smooth light brown surface of the coffee, at my own reflection: at my deep eyes and those smooth dark eyebrows, at the tip of my nose and my own lips, at the little plume of gray over my brow that seemed a lot bigger than usual on that particular morning. Though it was about half the size of a pea pod and as thin as one of my pencils, I swore it was much bigger than that. And I had no doubt in my mind that they all looked at those hairs back there in class and saw me as a complete freak.

Eighteen years old soon enough and I was already showing my age: I had to dye this hair because it was out in the open like that and I already looked too old to be at that school, especially when the boys from Death Angel still looked like actual children. I shook my head and took a big swig of the cappuccino: though it came straight out of the machine, it was piping hot for all of five seconds. By the time I took that drink and Jeff and Larry sauntered their way over to my table, it had cooled down way too much for it to be truly enjoyable.

The biscuits looked as though they came out of a can and the gravy had this deathly pallor to it as if someone had barfed it up, but they both insisted on eating it, however. Jeff told me that that bagel did very little to fill him up.

“Hey, at least we’re not putting mayonnaise on it,” he pointed out, to which I wrinkled my nose at that. No sooner had Larry stuck the spork into his mouth when the pangs of hunger emerged inside of me. A cup of shitty cappuccino proved to do only so much for me and I hadn’t really eaten anything before Joey and I left the house, either. I set a hand on my stomach for a gentle rub and Jeff took notice of it.

“There’s not a lot of other stuff in there, Alex,” he told me with a shrug of his shoulders. “It’s just biscuits and gravy and then—nothing else, really.” He offered me a bite of his biscuit and I shook my head.

“It doesn’t look very good, though,” I pointed out. “Like, it’s awful pale.”

“Trust me, it tastes way better than it looks,” he assured me with a raise of his eyebrow. I looked forward to the day that Chuck and I had a far more elegant breakfast than this with each other, but I knew that I had to experience the bottom of the barrel for a bit longer, though.

“I don’t know...” I muttered with a shake of my head.

“It’s either that or get all jittery from that cup of coffee in your hand right now,” Jeff pressed on with a raise of his eyebrows. I sighed through my nose and I took the spork from him for that bite, and albeit when the girls at the table before us had turned away from us.

The biscuit had a bit of a buttery flavor to it while the gravy was surprisingly peppery. A bite of sausage in there, as well. It was warmer than the cup of cappuccino, too, that much I knew, too.

“Not bad,” I said once I swallowed it down.

“See?” Jeff told me.

“You better get a move on, Alex,” Larry joined in from the side. “They’re starting to move onto lunch now—” I stood up and hurried to the other side of the room for a tray myself before the lunch ladies packed it all in.

I typed in my number on the keypad and then went about with business as usual. As I walked past the other tables, I caught a glimpse of myself in the bay window against the wall. At the faint reflection in the glass.

I looked old. I felt old. I looked on at the end of my childhood in a few days’ time and it all came down over me so fast.

I wanted to cover up the gray right then and there, especially when it felt like their eyes were watching me once again. All eyes on me all the way back to Jeff and Larry.

Given we only had twenty minutes for our break, I had to hustle in eating: for most of history class, I had a dull but definite stomachache, like someone had slapped me a little bit too hard right in the belly at some point.

It wasn’t until study hall when I could find the chance to ease the feeling within, all because I could fetch my guitar case out of my locker. Jeff and Larry took their spots on the grass outside of the library, right underneath a tree and before the chain link fence that separated us from the street.

I gazed up at the sun over our heads: late September and yet it still felt like summer right then and there.

“What’s on your mind, Alejandro?” Jeff asked me, and I cracked him a smile.

“I feel like such a king already,” I confessed to him. I set down my guitar on the grass and I put my fingers on the bottom button of my shirt, and I undid all the buttons in one fell swoop and without a second thought. I slung it over my shoulder as if it was a towel and I had become the chef, and then I picked up my guitar again. The wood of the body pressed against my bare skin, such that it reminded me of pressing something cold, straight out from the freezer onto me; I slung the strap over my left shoulder and I set my fingers on the strings on the fret board right near the head.

To recall everything that Satch as well as my very first guitar teacher both had taught me all this time.

I had a knack for it, no doubt in my mind about it, and it was something that had stayed with me since I was about eight years old, but sometimes I needed a reminder of some sort. I hitched up my jeans with my free hand and I caught the sound of hushed whispers behind me.

“Skolnick has his shirt off—” I turned around and I faced those two girls behind me, the same girls who sat across from the three of us over our break. The one on the left giggled at me.

“I’ll be eighteen on Monday, relax,” I told them with a wave of my free hand. I gave my hair a toss back with the flick of my head: there was one song that I had been kicking around for my band for a bit, something I called “Alone in the Dark”, and I figured I should try it out for Jeff and Larry right before me. I plucked at the strings with the side of the pick.

I gave my hair a toss back with the flick of my head and I let them see the side of my neck as well as my bare collar bones. I could get used to having my shirt off during concerts, especially when the time came for us to tour the state followed by the country, and especially if the days were to be this warm with the sun high in the sky in the first week of fall as well.

I gave my hair a second toss back. A few curled tendrils sprawled down my shoulder and my upper arm, as well as my chest. That time around, I showed those two guys the shape of my legs and my hips. Even with my shirt off, I still had my jeans stretched tight around my knees and my legs. A part of me wanted me to undo the button on my jeans, but if having no shirt on was enough to have a couple of girls laugh at me, then I wondered as to how they would react to me in my underwear.

I could feel it in my body, even with as much as I loved girls. I just would rather be around a guy. I felt it deep inside of me as much as I wanted to be something else, something that didn’t feel so transgressive and didn’t put me up to so much scrutiny in the end. But there was nothing I could do about it: I had to either live with it or never think about it ever again.

I walked on closer to the two of them and I stood underneath the tree: the sun proved to be hot for the pitch-black helmet of black hair upon my head.

“Is that a new song?” Jeff asked me at one point.

“You bet it is,” I promised him with a raise of my eyebrow and a smirk on my face. “A little something for the band if and when we get the whole operation off the ground.”

Larry nodded at something right behind me. I lay my fingers across the strings and I turned around for a look at the fence there. I recognized that smooth hair as well as that straight nose and that diamond-shaped face.

“Chuck!”

“Alex!”

I slung the guitar off of my body and I handed it to Jeff for a moment, and he and Larry sat across from each other as if they had a campfire right before them. I stepped over to the chain links and Chuck’s lanky fingers wrapped around those little diamonds.

“How’d you get here?” I asked him in a hushed voice.

“I flew in just about twenty minutes ago,” he explained, and he scanned over my bare upper body, at my chest and my stomach, the latter of which still ached from the rushed breakfast from earlier. “Damn, you’re way hotter than I imagined.”

I tucked my hands into my pockets and I bowed my head a bit.

“I don’t think I am,” I whispered to him.

“Oh, come on,” he teased me.

I brought my gaze to his legs as well as his hips and then the smooth flat washboard that was his stomach. I could eat food off of that stomach, it was so slim and delicate-looking. More delicate than my own.

To eat the most decadent of food off of each other’s bellies at some point, and when other Chuck’s back was turned no less.

Though he stood behind the chain links of the fence, his mouth was right within range of my own. Those smooth lips right there right before my face. That smooth hair slicked back over the crown of his head and tucked behind his ears: if I didn’t know better, I never would have guessed that he had cancer.

Meanwhile, I turned eighteen in a few days and I still had yet to have my first kiss.

“Kiss me,” I begged him in a hushed voice.

“Only if you kiss me,” he whispered to me. I moved in closer to him even with the chain links in between us. The only thing that kept me from the warmth and the softness of his body.

His lips were as smooth as freshly crafted silk, right onto my own. Some people sauntered out of the library behind us but I did not want that to stop me from feeling him. With Jeff and Larry behind us, I knew in my heart and in the back of my mind that the two of us would be protected. If I had to let Chuck climb up the fence and post up in the tree, then I would join him up there in the branches.

I held back with my eyes closed and the flavor of his lips upon my own, something akin to the taste of a fresh batch of cherries courtesy of the tree branches over our heads. The ripest and tastiest of cherries, and all the while, the feeling never felt more perfect to me. As if we were in fact meant to be together, the two of us, soulmates for an eternity, linked together by the pains in our heads. I opened my eyes all to bear witness to his own placid face right before my own as well as his fingers interlocked between the links next to my head.

“I’ll bleed for you,” I whispered to him over the chatter of the campus right behind us.

“If only I get to bleed for you,” he whispered back to me, right into my ear. He opened his eyes, enough for his eyelids to hood themselves over those bright eyes. As if he was ready to seduce me right then and there, right in front of Jeff and Larry no less.

“Just shove the knife in and let me loose,” he continued; I could feel myself weakening at the sight of his parted lips and deep eyes, deeper and more sensual than mine. I wanted him to feel me, and I knew he wanted the same with me, too.

“I want to caress this chest down,” he said softly.

“Then caress me,” I told him with a straight face, and he cracked me a smile.

“Hey, you two, we gotta get going,” Jeff declared to us; he tapped me on the shoulder blade all the while, to which I sighed and gazed on at Chuck’s handsome face and smooth skin.

“Shit,” I muttered. “What do you think we should do?” He took a glimpse to the grass behind me and I soon realized that more and more people began filing out of the library, which signified the end of study hall period. That meant I had put myself up to exposure without my shirt on, sooner or later, especially if my encounters with Chuck were to be a regular thing. For all I knew, Jeff and Larry were about to be exposed themselves in whatever it was that the two of them had done right behind us.

“Tell you what,” Chuck spoke right then.

“What?”

“Meet me over at the coast tomorrow night,” he whispered to me. “Over by the Winchester house.”

“That’s a little far, don’t you think?” I had only been to the Winchester house all of twice before, and both times took place before I had picked up a guitar and let my hair grow long.

“I like something that’s a little far,” he insisted with a smirk and a little head nod. “And it’s a place that’s supposedly haunted, too. I want to go over there. You and me.”

I peered over my shoulder again right as Jeff put my guitar back into the case; and then I took my shirt off of my shoulder.

“Okay,” I told him in a low voice. “What time?”

“When the sun goes down,” he replied.

“Okay. I'll hustle if I have to.”

“You mustn’t hustle, though,” he pointed out.

“For you, anything,” I vowed to him.

“Alex!” Larry declared from behind us.

“I gotta go,” I told him, and I put my shirt on.

“I feel you,” he said to me in the huskiest voice. “I feel you in my bones and my head.”

“And I feel you in my head, too,” I assured to him with a wink and a fastening of two buttons on my shirt. Without another word, I took my guitar case, and I followed Jeff and Larry to the cafeteria. I turned back around for a moment, all for one last look of Chuck. He blew me a kiss and he rubbed the crown of his head with his palm as if he had a crown on him already. I caught the kiss and did the same with my own head, but right over the gray streak.

To be so bad felt oh, so good to me.

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Summer Nights (Solangelo Fanfiction) - Chapter 4: history of parties

Partying has gotten a lot more exhausting over the years.

When you're a freshman in High School and you go to your first party, you feel so fucking cool. Free and unrestricted from your parents, surrounded by your friends which are doomed to change by Senior year, and also, you can drink in peace.

A party freshman year was the first time I sucked dick, the first time I kissed a guy, and the first time I had a crush. He was a senior. His name was Luke. And he was on the football team. He graduated the end of my Freshman year with a girlfriend he had had since I was in 6th grade, and he proposed to her right in front of everyone on graduation night. He married her a year later.

I have to admit, I was heartbroken. Which is pathetic looking back on it. I needed my fantasy of him proudly declaring his love to me and putting me in his car and running away destroyed. In fact, it made me grapple with my future.

Sooner or later, I would be the image of Luke, graduating with a girl on my arm, smiling and pretending that I was at my happiest. And I would marry her just the same. And who the fuck knows, maybe in my depressing life as a middle-aged married man, I'll fuck some freshly graduated, younger doctor, who will inevitably spill my secret and my wife will divorce me, she'll take the kids, and I'll live sad and alone forever.

Maybe I'm not the most ambitious person, but at least I'm fucking real.

My ambitions and dreams ceased Sophomore year. Partying as a sophomore was less exciting, yet still golden in the way a memory from your childhood is gilded. If you scratched at the gold just slightly, you'd see it's falsities.

That year, I had my first ever girlfriend, Piper McLean, which just so happened at a party. It was New Years, we were all in Percy's basement, and we were all awkward. Except for Percy, who always made it his mission to make sure nobody felt that way in his prescience.

"Ball drop happens in one minute, you assholes!" He yelled after getting up on the coffee table, clearly already wasted, and carried on, "If I don't see sloppy make outs by 12, I'm gonna make you all do the Macarena!"

I was content with staring at the bottom of my cup until I felt a tap on my shoulder. Looking over, a short Native American girl stands with one hand on her hip. She looks up at me, her eyes twinkling, and her expression annoyed.

"Do you want to make out?" She asked boldly. "Jason's been hitting on me all night but I'm not interested."

I shrug as the room turns into loud, unsynchronized yelling of the countdown. As it hits 12, I lean down, hooking my hand around her waist and pull her close, our lips meeting. Confetti explodes around us. Then, I pull away. Her eyes meet mine.

"You're a good kisser," she folds her arms with a grin.

There wasn't a specific instance where I asked her to be my girlfriend, but she was. She would hook her arm around my shoulders whenever we were near each other, and I'd wrap my arm around her waist. We went on a few dates at the arcade and I'd only ever kiss her at the end of them. She met my parents a few times, and they loved the fact she was a cheerleader. She's really the only person who's seen me in a not-so-good light.

I found out Luke married that girl four months into our relationship, at you guessed it, a party. I had been drinking all night, mindlessly discussing politics, when I saw it on my Instagram. I ran out of Jason's house puking into a bush, and Piper came following out right after me.

"Babe, are you okay?" She asked. She was wearing a short, white dress with cherries on it and big hoop earrings.

Her white dress made me think of weddings, which only made me puke more.

She hurried over to me, brushing back my hair. "H-hey, it's alright, you're just drunk."

"We have to break up," I panted, leaning over the railing to the stairs. My chest was constricting, I couldn't breathe.

"Shhh, tell me what's wrong," she whispered, patting my head.

"I can't, okay?" I yelled, frustrated. Tears that had been resting on my eyes begin to stream down my face.

She takes a step back in surprise, her expression sour. "Will, what the fuck is your problem?" She scoffs, her eyebrows furrowed in, and a tear slipping out of her eye.

I should tell her. I should tell her so she knows it's nothing she did. She wouldn't out me, she wouldn't hate me. She would just know.

I tried to force it out, to just tell her, tell anyone, but it lodged in my throat. It was choking. I wasn't ready. Saying it out loud was admitting.

"I-I," I shook my head. "I'm sorry, Piper. I didn't mean to yell at you, and I'm sorry I wasted these past few months." I grip my stomach, my head pounding.

"I'm just confused," she bites down on her bottom lip, unable to look me in the eyes. "and mad and upset, but Will, calm down, it's fine—"

"It's not okay, Piper," I choked. "I tried really hard."

She took a shuddered breath. "We can work through this."

"I don't want to," I whispered.

Her eyes burn fire, a flash of betrayal falling over her face. "Why the fuck not?"

"I'm sorry," I breathed out.

"A-are you...gay? Or bi? Or something?" She asked.

I pushed off from the railing, storming away, my arms crossed. "I don't want to fucking talk about this, Piper."

"I deserve an explanation, you asshole," she cried. "You can't just leave."

But I left anyway, leaving my car there. I wasn't sure where I was going, letting my feet lead me. My face was burning. I felt horrible over Piper, and I felt heartbroken over Luke, and I hated the fact that I would turn out just like him.

I collapsed at the park, construction having paused, and stared up at the spinning stars. Their shine twisted in my vision, mixing together. Maybe this is how Van Gogh felt.

My head was aching, and I fell asleep right there, with the rocks digging in my back. The construction workers found me the next morning and alerted dad. He was slightly panicking, speeding there in only his pajamas, and helped me into the car. I'd never seen him so pissed. But on the drive back, as I sat in the backseat like a child, puking into a trash can, I caught him looking into the rear mirror view to check on me.

And that lecture, the entire way, his growl of, 'your mother and I were so worried,' sounded like an 'i love you.'

Junior year was the gold cracking. Everybody else was grasping at the fleeting feeling of euphoria. It's kind of funny. Knowing that we're going to be leaving high school soon, embarking on adulthood, it sucked out that freedom. The only thing that made it that way in the first place was the rebellion, the risk. Now that we're all older, on the brink of being alone, everyone's holding onto the idea that they don't have to grow up.

Me? I've accepted it. I've ran through the worst futures of mine like I'm fucking Dr. Strange.

And that damn party.

I check my phone, standing next to a table playing beer pong. Jason calls over Hazel Levesque, who leaves Nico hopelessly standing in the middle of the room. I didn't really care to notice him.

"Fuck!" Jason laughs as Hazel knocks one into his cup.

I kept my eyes glued to my screen. I'm waiting for the drink to kick in so that I can actually enjoy myself before existential dread drowns me. I swipe down the page, smiles passing through, until I land on a familiar face. His arm was wrapped around his wife, and her hands lay on her round, protruding stomach. My throat feels like it's going to close up.

I flick off my phone and brush my hand across Jason's shoulder. "I'm gonna go get some air, alright?"

He nods with a grin, still focused on how he's losing to Hazel. I found a room that isn't already occupied and fall to the bed. My head was pounding. But at least I wasn't crying this time.

I calm myself down by watching the ceiling fan circle around and around, endlessly. I've always handled things better off alone. Mainly because I feel like a burden. Crying in front of people, having them ask me what's wrong, fearing that I made them worry...it was extra baggage to what had already felt heavy. I don't like showing my vulnerabilities, not when everyone else doesn't.

After awhile, the door flew open, and someone who practically embodied the image of how I looked came barging in, with his soul burning and his face covered in black tears.

And there I was, just a few days later, at another party at the beach. Drunken teenagers ran around playing volleyball. I sat in the sand next to Piper. She and I had a weird friendship. We were in between being close and total strangers. The only reason we stayed friends was because of our friends.

She sits next to, brushing through her hair with her fingers. "No, Will. Not in a million fucking years."

"It's only for a night," I say. "I'll pay you."

"Do I look like a prostitute?"

"My dad loves you," I explain. "All you have to do is show up with me and take a few pictures. It'll give you an excuse to dress up."

She crosses her arms across her chest. "I don't want to live a damn lie," she sighs. "I know we haven't talked about that fight—"

"—and let's keep it that way," I bring the beer bottle to my lips.

"Fine. But if what was said was...I don't know, I just don't want you to live a lie either."

"This isn't about that," I lie, throwing my best poker face forward. "You know I hate relationships."

She looks up at me like she's trying to understand me. Her lips are pressed tight and her eyes are kind, but frustrated. "I'll do it for 45," she sighs.

I force a smile, but my head's aching. I feel like I'm holding up a heavy rock with weak arms. It's bound to crash down on me any second now.

Percy and Jason come sliding into the sand right next to me, breathing heavily from playing volleyball. They have wild smiles on their faces. Every time I look at Percy, he oddly reminds me of Nico.

"What the Hell are you people doing moping around?" Percy grins. "I'm leaving for college in a few months!"

I stare at him. I often forget he's leaving, that's he older than me. Percy's been my best friend for years.

I don't know how to tell him that I'm gay. If I even should. Knowing Percy, he'd probably show up wearing all rainbow with a shirt that reads, 'my best friend's gay, and that's okay!'

There was one time I almost did. Whether he remembers it or not, I don't know.

We were playing Call of Duty in his room freshman year. At the sounds of our controllers clicked in the air, my mind had been racing.

It was around the time Luke had first saw in me the locker room. He was captain and asked to do some extra training after practice. I could tell from his glances, the way his lips curled into a smile, that we definitely weren't going to train. But, I was fairly certain of who I was. So I showed.

"Fuck, my back hurts," Percy stretches out his arms, pausing the game. It was 4 in the morning.

I fall back on the mattress, staring up at the ceiling. His little sister, Estelle, had decorated it with those little glow in the dark stars. He kept it up because he liked them.

Percy comes after me. He always had a mischievous smile on his face. We lay next to each other, both staring at the ceiling. It would've been weird had it been any other guy. But it felt normal.

"The last time I'm ever fucking bait," I snort.

"I wasn't expecting his entire fuckin' team to follow in after him," Percy laughs. "You died for a good cause."

"And we still lost, 'cause you suck ass."

"Man, fuck you," Percy's laughs fall into a gentle smile.

It goes quiet for some time, and I watch as Percy closes his eyes. Just a few days before I had fucked a senior, one of our friends, and my mind replayed it over and over.

I clear my throat. "Dude? You awake?"

Percy shuffles slightly. "Mhm."

"Can I ask you something?"

He turns to me. "Sure."

I chew on my bottom lip, my hands shaking. "What do you think about gay people?"

He rubs his eyelids and props himself up one elbow. "Like, gay marriage?"

"Just...in general."

He shrugs and plops back down on his back. "I don't really think about it," he said. "I don't have a problem with it, if that's what you're asking."

"You don't think it's weird?"

"It may be a little weird."

"Why?"

"I mean, I get lesbians. Women are amazing. But how the Hell could you find anything attractive about dudes?" He smirks.

"Girls do!"

"And I don't understand girls either," he laughs. "It truly must not be a choice."

My heart clenches. In a good way, I suppose. "Must not be," I said.

I considered that my coming out for a long time. But Percy still asks me about girls. I don't expect a straight guy to figure it out on his own, especially when I dated Piper. Still, the way things are looking, I don't think I ever will officially come out to him.

I don't fear being outed. Rumors from other people can be contained. Those people can be dealt with.

But the words coming out of my mouth...

Seems impossible.

"'Cause we're tired," Piper slaps him in the back of the head. He laughs softly and ducks.

"Or maybe you two are rekindling something..."

She kicks him in the shin. "Not rekindling anything," she bites. "I'm just his date to his dad's thing Friday. Platonic date."

Jason and Percy look at each other with a grin that suggest they don't believe us. "Right. Platonic," Percy air quotes.

Jason nudges me in the rib cage, offering me a blunt. "You can always make it out of the friend zone," he encourages. I take it out of his hand.

Piper lays her head on my shoulder. "You guys are assholes," she says, closing her eyes.

Hazel Levesque walks up to us, obviously wasted, and hugs us goodbye. Hazel's probably one of the coolest people ever. She was top of the class and always wore a warm smile accompanied with plaid skirts. I'm sad to see her graduate.

I stare at the tides rolling in, splashing against the sand. I don't think there's a second where I forget my life. I hate that being gay has taken control of my head. Every morning, I think I'll come out eventually. By afternoon, I talk myself out of it. By the evening, I'm dreading the next day, the next years, the next everything. It feels like something I should be able to move on from, but I never do. I never will. I'm so fucking sick of life sometimes, of constant craving, of constantly arguing with my inner voice. Sometimes I wish things will change.

But I know they won't.

Little did I know, I had an annoying weasel watching me.

—

As I'm getting ready for this stupid dinner party, my mind stays on the events of the earlier part of the day. Outside, the sun cascades a golden glow over my room, the moon on it's way up.

Nico di Angelo has been getting on my nerves all week with his stupid pranks. Of course, I've been fighting back, but still.

I'll admit, I started flirting because I figured it would make him nervous and get him to quit. I find his obsession with the sanctity of sex rather annoying and childish, but I know how to play into it.

Nico isn't so hard to play into. He's probably the most stubborn person I've ever met. Instead of cracking, it's almost like he feeds off his own weaknesses. I'll have to find another way in, and quickly, before he's able to write anything bad about my dad.

I jog down the stairs, checking my hair with my fingers. Mom and dad stand in the doorway. She adjusts his collar as he adjusts his cuffs.

"You two clean up nicely," she smiles.

Dad breaks out in a grin, giving me a fist-bump. "Lookin' dapper, son."

"Dad, don't ever say that," Kayla, my 12 year old little sister, walks out of her room, cringing and tugging at her blue dress that matches mom's. She's not a big fan of anything fancy.

My brother, Austin, Kayla's twin, comes out not too long after her, his hair gelled back. He adjusts his tuxedo and smiles wide.

"What's wrong with dapper?" Dad asks. Mom pats his shoulder lovingly. I turn my head away. They're having one of their good days. Still, it pains me to know what I know. The things that I protect Kayla and Austin from seeing.

"Let's head out, yes? Kayla, leave your iPad here," mom frowns deeply. Kayla shoots her an ugly look but sets it down on the end table next to the front door. Mom brushes back a loose hair strand from the girl's face. "Don't give me that look. Let's go."

Mom and dad walk out first. I turn to Kayla and Austin. "No being annoying, okay?" I say.

Kayla folds her arms. "I fucking hate dinners."

I clamp my hand on her mouth, trying to suppress my own laugh. "If you let mom hear that, I'm dead. No f-bombs. Not in front of the mayor."

"I don't want dad to be mayor," Austin pouts.

I sigh. "This is a really big opportunity. It's important to mom and dad," I try to explain. "If you guys act well, I'll sneak you McDonalds."

Their eyes light up. "But we're not allowed to have McDonalds," Austin says.

"That's the point of sneaking it, dumbo," I wink and straighten my back up. "Let's go, losers. First one to the car can play on my phone."

Austin looks at Kayla with a challenging smile, before taking off down the driveway. I smile gently and follow out after them, closing and locking the door.

"I'll meet you guys there!" I yell. "Gotta pick up Piper!"

Mom hesitates before stepping into the car. "O-oh. You two...are you?"

"We're just friends," I say.

"That's what I used to say about you, Naomi," dad laughs. He waves a finger over to me and I slowly scoot over to him. He plops a $100 down in my hand. "Take your time if needed. Once you get there, we'll talk with the mayor, yeah? Get the lady some flowers."

Mom squints her eyebrows. "Oh, Allistair..."

"See you there, be careful," dad talks over her, closing the door. Mom looks at me one more time, slightly confused and upset, but disappears into the car.

They're not completely clueless.

Remember that night I passed out at the park, dad picked me up, blah blah blah?

I told them what had happened between Piper and I. How I had broken up with her.

"I-I just don't see why," mom brushes her chin with one finger, pacing in front of me. She was wearing striped pajamas, her blonde hair in a messy bun. "Piper is a lovely girl. You two were very happy together."

"You were just drunk. It's no problem, happens all the time. Give her a call," dad folds his arms.

I rub my temples and lower my head. "No-I-I mean yes, I was drunk, but I don't want to date her. Or any girl. Ever again."

Dad and mom go silent. Mom's eyes trace my face, unable to stay still, and her concerned expression softens. She's shocked, but she isn't mad. She completely understands.

Dad isn't so willing to admit that he understands. He swallows hard and remains his composure. "Nonsense. You're just heartbroken."

"I'm not, dad," I cry, my eyes red and puffy. "I-I'm...I'm—"

"Don't," he bites and looks away.

"Allistair," mom softly warns.

"Naomi, I'm not going to entertain some idiotic fad," Dad shakes his head and sticks his hands into his pajama pockets. "This is your first girlfriend, Will. If you weren't attracted to her, there's other women out there."

"Can't you just accept this?" I cried.

"I don't need to accept anything because it's not true," dad sighs deeply. "Listen, Will, I have gay friends. Their life isn't so fun or exciting as you may believe. Being...that way is a hard life. You risk everything, okay? Everything that I, that your grandfather, and great grandfather have worked for, you risk us losing it all, and you risk your own future. I am looking out for you, son. Please do not kid yourself with these hopeless beliefs. If you choose that life, you are choosing against your family."

I bury my face into my palms. Mom quickly runs over to me, running her fingers through my hair, like she did when I was a kid. "It's okay, dear," she whispers. And I think, just for dad's sake, she also whispered, "this will all pass soon."

That's the moment I realized I could never have exactly what I wanted, so it was best to never want anything at all. I never reversed came out, if there was such a thing, but dad assumed I was getting more straight as the years passed, and mom assumed I was staying the same, just hiding.

I take a step into my car, staring down at my open palm with the money. I whip out my phone and dial a number, as it rings I press it to my ear. "Hey, Frank. I've got a question."

—

Piper struts out of her house wearing a beautiful blue dress. Her brown hair falls in curled waved, and her brown skin shimmers in the moonlight. I hop out of the front seat and jog to the other side, opening the passenger door for her. She flashes me a smile and slowly slips into the passenger seat.

"You look beautiful," I say.

She presses her lips together, like she's unimpressed by my compliment, and nods slowly. "Thanks, Will."

I close the door after making sure her dress is completely inside the vehicle. She really does look pretty. She's genuinely one of the most beautiful, smartest girls I've ever met. If I couldn't fall in love with her, I couldn't with any girl.

I slide in and reach out a small baggie from my jacket pocket. "Your flowers, m'lady."

She looks over, her eyes lighting up. She brings her shoulder up to her chin with a wide smile. "Oh, for me?" She happily hums, swiftly taking it from my hands. "My god, she's beautiful. Where the hell did you get it?"

"Frank," I grin.

"Holy shit," she laughs. "I'm guessing we can't smell like a skunk before rolling up to an important benefit?"

I laugh. "Definitely not. We can always smell like it afterwards, though."

She makes a show out of swooning. "You know exactly how to make a woman happy." —

The venue was straight out of a movie about royalty, the floors stretched out in endless white marble, leading to two staircases that connected to an open-concept second floor, basically a balcony that wrapped around the entire room. People littered around in their best outfits, standing next to draped, round tables. The high ceiling displayed magnificent arches. I inhaled deeply—the sweet smell of wealth.

Piper's mouth falls open as she takes it all in. Her arm is around mine as we walk in together, meeting with my family. Dad keeps his promise and immediately drags us to the mayor, which is the most important introduction we'll encounter for the night. They call each other by name, do the typical guy handshake, and hug proudly. Then, dad steps aside.

"You've met Naomi," he says.

"Ah, yes, how could I forget," he offers a hand to her.

Mom smiles almost immediately and brings her hand to meet the mayor's. "Pleased to see you again, Bob."

"And this is my oldest, Will," he proudly says, which fills me with a sense of accomplishment. "And his friend Piper McLean."

The mayor catches on what my dad is trying to say and raises his eyebrows. "Ah, I see," he shakes Piper's hand suggestively. She shifts uncomfortably as he shakes mine. "And you, Will, played excellent last season. It was very entertaining."

"Thank you, sir," I force a smile.

"And this is Kayla and Austin, the twins," he introduces. Kayla and Austin smile and shake his hand as well.

"Beautiful family," the mayor compliments. "I would be happy for you all to represent the amazing town of Goode. Shall we take a picture for the endorsement article?"

Dad nods agreeably, his face breaking into a grin as he shakes his hand with the mayor's and turns towards a camera.

After pictures, Piper and I spent the next few hours greeting random old people and fellow politicians, before eventually slow-dancing to some Tchaikovsky piece.

"You realize that if your dad becomes mayor, you're gonna have to do this constantly?" She asks.

I shrug. "This has always been dad's plan. I've been used to it for awhile."

"You've always been so willing to accept what happens to you," she says, reaching her hand up and brushing a piece of hair behind my ear. "I don't even think you realize how bad it is."

I knew exactly how bad it was. But I accept it anyway. "Yeah," I clear my throat. "What happens, happens, right?"

Her eyes focus on mine, as if wanting to know more, but then falls to something behind me in the distance. She pulls away slightly. "Is that Nico di Angelo?"

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

I turn, to see Nico and few others teens rallying behind him, outside of the glass doors. He's holding a megaphone, leading a chant.

"The town of Goode isn't for sale! Allistair Solace brings upon gentrification!" He shouts, the teens cheering behind him.

"How did he even know?" Piper asks in confusion.

"That damn article," I growl. I already know it's coming, so I search for my father. When I meet his eyes, he gives a loud message: this is my responsibility. I turn to Piper. "If you'll excuse me."

I hurry off to the doors, the politicians and attenders all sharing hushed conversations of confusion. I push them open, Nico's chanting growing louder.

"Hey! Hey!" I yell, trying to get his attention. He continues on chanting. Frustrated, I take the megaphone out of his hand, and throw it to the ground.

"Hey, dickwad, that's my megaphone!" He criticizes as I take him by the ear, dragging him off behind a wall.

"I don't give a shit about your fucking megaphone," I cross my arms. "What the fuck is your problem, Nico? Who the hell are those people?"

"Your father is my problem," he sticks a finger into my chest. "And they're Thalia's activist friends."

"Call it off and go home," I demand.

Nico blinks at me. "No."

"No?"

"No," he shrugs. "I have a right to be here."

I rub my temples. "I swear to God, Nico, leave," I practically beg. "What the Hell can I do to make you and the goonies disappear?"

Nico looks me up and down, thinking slowly. Then he raises his eyebrows. "You can always let me choose our piece."

"Why would I do that? You're gonna choose my dad."

"Yeah, you're right about that," he shrugs. "But, y'know, if not, I can continue chanting. All night long. By the way, I'm grounded and snuck out, and I could be arrested, how's that for experience?"

"You drive me mad."

Nico smirks. "So, no deal? I guess I'll be off to my group of goonies—"

An idea sparks in my head. As he turns away, I grab him by the wrist. "Wait! Okay. Fine. You can write a piece on my dad," I sigh. "Just...send your people home, and can I at least see a copy to send to my dad so he knows what's coming? I really don't want to get in trouble for your shit."

Nico stares at me. At first, his expression is stubborn, but softens when he sees my begging expression. "F-fine," he says. His eyes dart down to my hand and his wrist, his face burning a vibrant red as he tugs it away. He marches off, his hands flying into the air. "We did it!"

Sucker.

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