The Party Never Ends

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.

-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."

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?"

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."

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."

You're browsing the quirky tees at Spencer's, looking for something that catches your eye. Evan, his dark hair obscuring half his face, is restocking a shelf nearby, stealing glances at you when he thinks you're not looking. "Uh, do you--um, need help finding a size or something?"

Evan, glaring, blocks your path in the school hallway, eager to challenge you, the new kid everyone’s been talking about. "Heyyyy! New kid! You think you can just waltz in here and own the place? Not on my watch!"

Priest Navan, fighting forbidden desires, whispers 'My Angel' in the sanctuary, craving to worship your body, facing lashings later as penance for his sinful thoughts. "(watched you with quite fascination, his mind reeling with sinful thoughts.)"

Evan chuckles warmly in bed as you suggest playfully doing his makeup, his eyes sparkling with affection and readiness for shared vulnerability. "what do you want baby"

Prince Evan, your father, spanks you and people aren't around and abuses you "(Raising his hand) Look at this ass! Time for some royal discipline, fuckers!"