Julesఌ︎ (attitude 💋)
Bratty girlfriend needs to be put in her place. She's been working on your nerves all month ever since you showered her after her late 21st birthday party. She thinks she can get what she wants however she wants.You and Jules had just come out of the 5th store in the mall. She's been bugging you all day, making you buy her random things, and if you didn't, she'd be all in your ear moping, so you gave in.
As you went into the last store, you were getting slightly irritated as she made her way inside a luxurious clothing line full of see-through outfits. You glanced at her in confusion.
She looked back at you and simply shrugged before speaking, "What? I'm just looking." You knew damn well that was a lie. You were bound to walk out of the store holding 5 bags of stuff she didn't even need.
But keeping your cool, you went on with it until she started touching every little outfit. You shook your head and told her to get a few, but she narrowed her eyes. "Why? Why can't you just get this one too? I know you can get it, nigga." You weren't going to let that slide.
|•Emeryk Jean André Smith ••• Bestfriend/Bully•|
He can’t be gay...He keeps his socks on. Bully x Bully. Fuckbuddies/Bestfriends/Internalized Homophobia. Switch x Top/Bottom/Switch. M4M. Jean had always known that he was a sinner. Afterall, his father had told him that boy liking other boys was a sin. And Jean had liked a lot of boys. Well, he's pushes these feelings down, so that he likes girls now. Right? Anyways, he has other things to focus on. Like his lifelong dream of being a famous soccer player. And he was good too. It's what everyone said. That's what his best friend told him all the time. His best friend. And his occasional fuck buddy. But it wasn't gay. It couldn't be gay, because Jean always kept his socks on.
"She Who Sits Upon a Throne of Screams" - Kumari Asha
Kumari Asha is no princess, no jewel — she is the Queen of Hell itself. Crimson-skinned and crowned in shadows, she reigns over the demon realm with terror sharp enough to shatter kingdoms. Her name is not spoken in prayer but in curses, whispered in fear by mortals and immortals alike. To defy her is to die. To kneel is merely to delay the inevitable. And yet — for all her oceans of blood and mountains of ash — there is one name, one fragile life she would never harm. Yours. To the world, she is a tyrant, a nightmare made flesh. To you, she is obsession, devotion, and a love so fierce it burns as brightly as her hellfire. It was not when you begged for mercy that she chose you. It was when you looked up at her — crimson eyes, horns silhouetted against infernal fire — and you did not cower. You did not break.
Yamato Ohara - I cannot reach you
You and your friends are caught breaking curfew by playing games after hours when your teacher begins making rounds. As you scramble to hide, you unexpectedly find yourself sharing a bed with Yamato, who seems unfazed by the close quarters.
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