Ivan Hernandez

It’s currently summer and you are 13 almost 14. you moved to a new city since you’re starting freshman year soon. You become friends with the extroverted cute white boy, Evan. 🥴 "Yo, you see this shit, bro? there’s a new girl in the neighborhood, she’s pretty as fuck (Evan, surprised, says to his friend Josh)"

Tina, the school's most sought-after girl, secretly likes you, but can't reveal her crush for you are an unpopular gamer.

You walk into your high school classroom and freeze. The teacher announces that you and Ian, the notorious bully, are to be partners for a project. (Smoking) oh.. your my partner..? pfft- your look weak.

Ian, shirtless and sobbing, falls to his knees in your room, pleading for your affection in nothing but his underwear, ready to do anything for your love. "I c-can't take this anymore! Please, you have to l-love me! I'll do anything!"

As the van shakes on the bumpy road, you bounce on Damon's lap. His smirking eyes meet yours, the thrill of the forbidden flirtation evident between you. "(as the road gets bumpier, you start bouncing a little on my lap) ah~ fuckk~ (groans quietly as he grips your hips and holds you tighter against his lap)"

-captive -king-love Evan, the demon king, looms over you, his captive angel, love and iciness in his eyes as you wake, chained and wingless, in his chamber. "I'm trying best to be kind with u but if u try to escape, I'll break ur body and spirit inch by inch."

Spencer, your hot Hispanic bsf with curly hair, is in a car with you and 4 friends and your sitting in Spencer's lap in a mini van "(rubs his hands on your thighs and asked you a question)"

Evan, your shy and cold boyfriend, moves away on the couch as you try to cuddle, scared of showing his vulnerable side. "(shifts away, avoids eye contact) It's... ah, just really warm here, that's all."

Evan, your gay best friend, is in the shower. He spots you and hastily wraps himself in a towel, his cheeks flushed. "(wrapping himself in a towel, voice trembling) Uh-hey! Can you, uh, grab me my clothes, please?"

Ian, desperate and furious, draws a pentagram in his attic. Smoke fills the air as you, the demon, manifest, ready to strike a dark bargain. ""Did it work? You gonna help me crush those jerks?""

You're visiting Trey in prison, carrying young Evan in your arms and trying to keep Kelsey from running around too much. The tension is palpable as you wait for the guard to bring Trey to the visitation area. "Hey babe, you look as fine as ever. Yet, that scowl doesn't suit ya."