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slash xfem!reader reader is Axl's gf

warnings:smut,cheating

words:196

This was so wrong. Your head was cloudy from the alcohol and the music bumping off the walls from the party going on. You looked at yourself in the mirror of the bathroom. Tits spilling out of the tiny pink dress, maybelline lipgloss smeared, face completely fucked out. You couldn’t think straight as your boyfriend’s best friend was demolishing your pussy. You don’t even remember how it got to this, besides Axl was being an asshole from the minute you arrived at the party mixed in with a few shots of Vodka with Duff

“What would Axl think that his girlfriend is getting her shit pounded in by his best friend?” slash's tone, condescending as he pulled all the way out making you whine from the loss of contact. “And acting like a slut when I pull out.” He laughed.

“slash please..” You whimpered pathetically.

His large hand came to your throat, squeezing it tightly as he slammed back into you with full force. Thick dick filling your soaked hole once again making your tummy feel funny. “slash please.” He mocked you like the asshole he was. You loved it though. He put you in check, unlike Axl who would guilt trip you and storm off. He looked so fucking good too. top hat still on his head, shirt lifted up to expose those toned abs as he thrusted into.

“I knew you were a little bimbo slut the moment Axl started dating you. Running around in all those tiny skirts with your ass hanging out. Drooling on a fucking sucker while you bat those pretty eyelashes. You have no idea what you do to me.” His voice making your clench his cock.

“Keep that shit up you are gonna make me blow my load inside you.”

First slash fic how is it

izzy stradlin x fem!reader

warnings: smut

words:246

Izzy stradlin loves it when you go all dumb on him. that sweet spot after your second or third orgasm when your babbling nears incoherent, broken whimpers and whines falling from your mouth as your pretty eyes grow starry and dazed. the point of overstimulation where your mind goes fuzzy and you can’t distinct whether you want him to stop or keep going, so the only intelligible words coming out of you are ‘Izzy’ and ‘please’

oh, he’s so mean about it, too. all mocking pouts and teasing coos against the shell of your ear ‘thought this was what you wanted, sweetheart, hm?’ ‘what was that, baby? couldn’t hear you, you’re gonna need to speak up’

over and over, he’ll curl his fingers up against that spot that has you crying out and clawing at his back, thumb brushing your clit every so often as your shaky thighs close around his wrist. you’re not getting away that easy, though, and of course he parts them once more with a strong hand before clicking his tongue in disapproval.

it’s just something about seeing you like this that sets him off on a power trip— the feel of your wet cunt fluttering around his fingers, pink lips parted and glistening while your eyes roll back into your head. god, don’t get him started on the tear tracks that run down your flushed cheeks. the sight of you begging— no, crying for him has him harder than he’s been in his life.

he’d never admit it, but it’s better any line he could’ve done, satisfies him more than any high he’s been on. it may seem the other way around, but you have Izzy stradlin wrapped around your finger.

First izzy post how is it ? If you want me to write about anyone let me know and if you want fluff angst , or smut ill try my best to write

Thank you!

• (Izzy Stradlin) Live at the Ritz, 1991.

• (Slash) Live at the Ritz, 1991.

The Promise (Slash x *daughter!* reader)

*photo not mine, found on pinterest, credit to owner*

The Promise

Slash x (daughter!) reader

Fluff

WARNINGS: profanities, mentions of alcohol and drug use

Word Count:1,121

Requested by: someone on wattpad <3

This was a request for a Slash x daughter imagine where the reader and slash have a conflict/fight :)

I know this might be kind of short so I’m sorry about that. Hopefully you enjoy it though! Also, I did this in Y/N’s POV hopefully that’s okay. Thanks for teh request, have a great day/night! <3

Y/N’s POV:

I stared at myself in the vanity mirror as I tried to come up with an idea. It felt like the bruise on my neck was staring at me, waiting for me to freak out. The concealer sitting in my makeup case seemed very tempting. I told myself I needed to tell him, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. How would he react? I know he did a lot of things when he was younger, but that doesn’t mean he wants me to do them. After one last look at the hickey I made up my mind. I’m hiding it. Maybe someday I would tell him I had it, or maybe he’d find out before it was gone. As of right now, makeup would have to do. The makeup was cold on my skin. I watched as the dark red and purple spot slowly disappeared from my sight. “Y/N! You ready?” My father’s voice echoed in the staircase as I frantically put away my makeup. I knocked over many products as I struggled to hide my tiny accomplice. “I’m coming!” I yelled. Tonight was our weekly movie night. Every Saturday my father and I would watch a movie and catch up with each other. I took a deep breath and made my way downstairs. The maple wood of the stairs slightly shone beneath my feet. My dad was standing in the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn. “You excited kiddo?” His face lit up as he saw me. “Yep.” I nodded my head slightly and made my way to the couch in the living room. My dad grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. “So, how was Jessica’s house?” shit. Jessica was my best friend. I was supposed to stay the night with her last night, but that isn’t what happened. Jessica’s parents were out of town and we took advantage of that. We threw a party and somehow I ended up with a hickey. When I woke up this morning I was in Jessica’s room on the floor with a massive headache. I barely remembered anything from the previous night. When I discovered I had a hickey I completely freaked out. I had never talked to my dad about boyfriends or anything of the sort. In all honesty, I didn’t even remember who gave me the hickey. “Hello? Anyone there?” my dad joked as he stuffed his face with popcorn. “Oh uh yeah it was great.” He nodded his head in understanding. “What’d you do?” “W-what?” He raised his eyebrows. “What did you do at Jessica’s house? Give me details.” Sweat was building on my palms as he asked questions. I gulped and rubbed my neck nervously. “We just uh hung out. Ya know, girl stuff.” I watched as his eyes zoned in on my neck. “Y/N?” His jaw clenched. “Y-yeah dad?” He pointed to my neck as he came to join me on the couch. “What is that?” His eyes were intimidating as he looked at me. I couldn’t keep eye contact for long before I looked at the floor. “It’s nothing dad.” He shook his head and scoffed. “Bullshit. What is it? Where were you last night Y/N?” His voice wasn’t as harsh, but it was still stern. “I was at Jessica’s.” He shook his head. “So did Jessica give you a hickey?” My head shot up and I looked at him with confusion. “What? No. No, dad Jessica didn’t give me a hickey. Um we uh” He sighed and leaned back on the couch. “Please just tell me what’s going on.” My eyes darted around the room as I tried to think of a response. I burnt myself with a curling iron? No, that's not believable. I slowly lifted my head as I decided what to say. “Jessica and I threw a party and um I..I got a hickey.” His jaw clenched once again as he stood up and paced around the room. “Who did it?” I looked at the floor once again as my mind wondered. Who did it? Honestly, I couldn’t tell you. I had been so drunk I didn’t remember even half of what happened. “I don’t really know.” My voice was barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry you don’t know?!” His voice was louder now, not quite a shout, but close. “Dad I’m sorry okay it won’t-” he cut me off. “How do you not remember? Were you drunk?” Even though he was being sarcastic I felt as if he still expected an answer. “Well yeah.” The words were hesitant to escape my mouth. “You were drunk? You’re not even of legal drinking age! How did you even get alcohol?” He threw his hands in the air as emphasis of his words. “And like you didn't? I know you drank

underage dad, don’t try to tell me different!” It felt as if something sparked within me. Something that decided to fight back. Did I have the right? Probably not. After all, I’m the one who went behind his back to do these things, and now I’m trying to justify my wrong actions. “Oh yeah like that makes it okay? I also overdosed Y/N. You gonna do that next?” I was a bit taken back by his words. He knew I would never do that. Right? He sat on a chair in the corner of the room and pinched the bridge of his nose. Watching him think was interesting. Occasionally he’d clench his jaw, or his eye would twitch. He looked peaceful, yet mad at the same time. His long, curly, black hair fell in front of his face. A sad, defeated, sigh left his lips. “I’m sorry Y/N it’s just-” He paused for a moment. “You’re my little girl, and I don’t wanna see you make the same mistakes I did, okay? It’s hard for me to watch you grow up. I have to face that you’re not a toddler anymore. It’s not even that big of a deal you got a hickey.” I walked over to him and sat on the arm of the chair. “I’m sorry too. I’ll be honest with you from now on.” He smiled at me before pulling me into a hug. “I’m gonna make you a deal.” I nodded my head in agreement as I waited for him to speak. “You can’t drink anymore, until you’re of legal age. Also, be honest with me about what you’re doing. And I promise I won’t get so upset about boy stuff anymore. After all, you aren’t a baby anymore.” He smiled kindly at me. I felt calmed by his words. “I promise.” “Alright kiddo. Let’s get to watching that movie.”

Thanks for reading! Requests are open btw (just a reminder lol) have a good day/night and remember to drink some water. You are beautiful. :)

𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙉𝙀𝙍𝙎- 𝐒𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐇𝐮𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐧 {𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬}

(𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐘/𝐍. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐀 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫? (𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐘/𝐍 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡'𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥) (𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) *𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝*)

*chapter one* *chapter two* *chapter three*

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖔𝖚𝖗

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖔𝖚𝖗

(A/N… this is in the narrator’s POV.)

[night of the party]

The lipstick slid over Y/N’s lips, staining them blood red. She studied herself in the mirror checking that everything was perfect. Her phone rang causing her to slightly jump. She tiptoed to it and answered. “Hello?” She whispered, careful that no one would hear her. “We’re just down the road. You ready?” Axl’s voice echoed. “Yeah I’ll be there in a sec.” She then hung the phone up. After checking once more that the door was locked, Y/N slowly opened her window. Once the grassy ground was in sight she threw her small purse out the window and prepared herself to be next. Even though she tried, it was very apparent that heels weren’t ideal for climbing out of a window. “God damn heels!” She whisper-yelled as she took the shoes from her feet and let them join her purse on the cold ground. She was now hanging halfway out of the window when she felt the soft grass between her toes. She stumbled to her feet before closing the window. Her purse and heels were waiting for her on the ground not too far from where she stood. She grabbed the items and jogged down the road until she saw Axl’s car. The car door opened to reveal Axl in the driver's seat. “Hello miss. Did you order a taxi?” Axl asked, using a horrible British accent. “You’re such a dork.” She laughed and slid into the passenger's seat. “Hi Y/N!” Steven excitedly exclaimed from the backseat. “Hey Stevie” she responded. Izzy, who was also in the backseat, simply nodded his head in acknowledgement of Y/N’s presence. Y/N turned her attention to the road when Axl began driving. The radio was on so loud that Y/N could practically feel the bass. As the car rolled up to Duff’s house Y/N could feel her heart beating just a bit faster at the thought that soon she would be flirting with Slash.

[...]

The dimly lit room wreaked of alcohol and sex. After all, that is what it was filled with. Y/N turned her head many times to avoid seeing couples that had gone too far...at least to be in front of people. Her eyes scanned the room as she searched for the man her attention would be on tonight. Slash. As she entered the living room she finally found what she had been looking for. The curly haired man was sat on a couch in the corner of the room. Surprisingly, alone. As she sauntered towards him she couldn’t help but smile to herself. She acted as if she was a lion stalking their prey. She looked graceful, yet her intent was sinful. Slash’s eyes locked on her when she was only a few feet away. He watched how her hips swayed, hypnotizing him more with each step she took. He was snapped into reality when she sat herself next to him. She was facing him. Her elbow was perched on the back of the couch and her head lightly rested on her hand. Slash stared into her eyes, observing the beautiful orbs. Y/N laughed airily at his contentment. Slash cleared his throat and looked away from the girl. “I uh..didn’t expect to see you here.” He snarked. “Guess that goes for both of us.” She traced her finger down his arm, catching his attention immediately. “What are you doing?” he asked, confusion apparent in his voice. She ignored his comment as her finger made its way to his chest. He was wearing a black button up that was halfway unbuttoned, which she intended to use to her advantage. His eyes watched as her finger traced sloppy shapes on his skin. “Y/N seriously what are you doing?” he asked again. This time however, he didn’t sound so sure of himself. Almost like he was asking himself the question. Did he want this to happen? “Ya know Saul..” her voice was now a low, seductive whisper. She leaned into him, her hot breath fanning over his ear. “I’m not wearing any panties under this skirt.” His eyes widened at her comment as he turned to look at her. She made sure to maintain eye contact with him while he looked at her in shock. Was that a slight blush on his cheeks? No, couldn’t be...well maybe. “H-how much alcohol have you had tonight Y/N?” he stuttered. Y/N was now staring at Slash’s mouth as she licked her lips. The gap between their lips was now merely centimeters. “None.” she whispered breathlessly as her lips ghosted over his. Just as Slash attempted to close the gap between them, Duff’s voice pierced the air. “Y/N!” He yelled from the middle of the room. “See ya.” she stated simply as she made her way to Duff. Slash couldn’t help but feel aggravated. He was so close to getting what he had wanted for so many years. “Hey duffles.” Y/N giggled at his clearly drunken state. “Okay okay okay listen to this..” He slurred. “Are you a parking ticket? Because you’ve got fine written all over you.” Duff laughed at himself which caused him to hiccup. The boys were like brothers to Y/N, but when they were drunk they sometimes flirted with her. She never did anything with them though. Y/N could feel Slash’s gaze on them and it kind of excited her knowing that he couldn’t look away. “Good one Duff.” she chuckled. She stood there as she listened to the rest of the stupidly silly pick up lines he had for her. “Hey Y/N?” “Yeah?” she stared at the blond as she waited for a response. “I’m really horny do you think we could…” he trailed off. Slash’s gaze was still on the two. His jaw clenched as he watched the bassist flirt with Y/N. Rage was building within him. It felt as if he had fire coursing through his veins. Though, what he wanted to do with that rage was different from anything he felt before. He didn’t want to yell at Duff or cuss him out. As ridiculous as it sounded he wanted to fuck her. It seemed as though his rage fueled something inside him. Something that would make Y/N forget all about Duff. Almost as if it was instinct, he stood up and began walking towards Y/N. “Duff, listen you’re drunk and-” she was cut off when Saul grabbed her arm and began dragging her with him. “Slash? What are you doing?” The guitarist didn’t bother

answering her question. His fist pounded on the rickety bathroom door before opening it. He slammed the door behind them and instantly attached his lips to Y/N’s. He lifted her so that she was sitting on the sink. “No panties huh?” He whispered as he slid his hand under her skirt. However before he could do anything Y/N grabbed his hand. “What do you think you’re doing?” she asked even though she knew very well what he was doing. “Y/N please.” She was surprised by his words, but didn’t let it show. Y/N could feel Slash’s hard on pressed against her thigh. “Sorry babe but I’m not letting you fuck me in a stingy bathroom.” She teased. “Then where can I?” he asked desperately. “What about this Friday, my place, after school?” Slash’s eyes lit up. “Sure,” he said rather excitedly. She hopped down from her place on the sink and made her way towards the door. “You’re really gonna leave me with this huh?” he pointed to the obvious bulge in his pants. “I’m sure you can manage.” she laughed before walking out the door. He sighed in defeat...this is gonna be a long night.

𝐈 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐜𝐮𝐳 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫? 𝐢𝐝𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐨

𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙉𝙀𝙍𝙎- 𝐒𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐇𝐮𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐧 {𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬}

(𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐘/𝐍. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐀 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫? (𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐘/𝐍 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡'𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥) (𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) *𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝*)

~part one~ ~part two~

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊

The rest of the time I spent at Izzy’s place was mostly filled with talk about the party. The boys seemed to be amused by the fact that I was gonna try to flirt with Slash. I couldn’t blame them honestly. The last time I tried flirting with someone it ended with Axl having a bloody nose. Long story. But that was years ago, and the boys didn’t know that I had done my fair share of things with guys. I never liked talking to Axl or the other boys about guys because of how overprotective they were. Especially Axl. He acted like he was my older brother or something. Every time I talked to a guy in front of him he would step in and tell them to get lost. I hated it, but I dealt with it. Once I had a boyfriend and it went fine until Axl found out. He interrogated the guy so much that he ended up breaking up with me. He said he ‘couldn’t deal with my controlling brother’. After that I decided I wouldn’t tell the boys about any of my relationships. It sucked because I couldn’t go to parties and talk to guys, let alone flirt with them. That’s when my friend Y/F/N started taking me to their parties. I had a friend that lived at a different school not too far away, so every time they would have a party, I went with them. Let’s just say I had two different reputations. To my school, neighborhood, and friends, I was the ‘Teacher’s pet’ that never did anything wrong. To Y/F/N’s school, and neighborhood, I was the girl that had a new boyfriend almost every night. Rumors spread about me that I was the ‘biggest tease’ of the neighborhood. I wasn’t proud of it, but it kinda just happened. In other words, I know what I’m doing when it comes to flirting. Once I heard a guy talking to his friend about me at a party. His exact words were, “Y/N is the biggest tease ever bro. She’ll make a guy rock hard and then leave him hanging.” I giggled thinking about the memory. As much as I didn’t love my reputation in Y/F/N’s town it was kind of nice to be known for something. Even though that’s not exactly what I would like to be known for. When I got home from Izzy’s place I immediately called Axl on the phone. “Hello?” “Hey Ax. I was just wondering...how am I supposed to sneak out to this party?” I did go to parties quite often, but I never had to sneak out. I would always tell my parents I was spending the night at Y/F/N’s place and they would let me go. “Alright so basically all you're gonna do is tell your parents you're coming to my house.” I rolled my eyes. “Axl they would never let me go to your house at night. You know that.” Axl sighed. “Why though? We’ve been friends for years. Do they not trust me or something?” “Axl can we not talk about that right now? Just help me think of how I’m gonna sneak out.” I twirled the coils of the telephone wire around my finger as I thought of a plan. “What about this..” I stopped twirling the cord and listened to Axl. “You lock your bedroom door every night right?” “Yeah” “Okay so basically what we will do is you’ll lock your bedroom door and then climb out your window once your parents are asleep.” It wasn’t like climbing out the window was a big deal, my bedroom was on the first floor. “But what about getting to the party?” “We’ll pick you up. We can park down the street a little bit so the lights don’t bother your mom and then we’ll pick you up. Is that alright?” I took a moment to consider the information. “Alright. Yeah that works. Thanks Ax. I gotta go now but I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Alright bye Y/N.” I put the phone down and laid on my bed. Now that that’s figured out. What am I gonna wear? I turned my head to look at my closet. If I was gonna get Slash’s attention I would have to wear something special. Even though I didn’t talk to Slash much I knew that he was the kind of guy that would never let a woman be the tease. I saw how he acted around other girls and almost the moment he realized they were trying to tease him he would move on to another. I didn’t know why. Maybe he didn’t like that he was ‘vulnerable’. Basically, if I wanted him to come to me then I needed to try a little harder than

usual. I was not about to beg him to be my partner. He would have to beg me. That’s just the way I was. I guess I was stubborn. Or selfish. I really didn’t know. I looked through my closet at the different clothes I would wear to parties. Most of them were things I bought when I was with Y/F/N. My mother would never let me buy the kinds of clothes I wore to parties. I didn’t understand why. Most of it was just crop tops and short skirts. I looked through my small collection of tops and skirts before deciding on the outfit I wanted. It was a small black tank top and over that was a long sleeve mesh shirt. I decided to pair it with a light tan mini skirt. I usually didn’t wear things like that. Usually I just wore a crop top with jean shorts, but this was different. I sat my clothing on my desk and got ready for bed. Tomorrow was going to be the day of the party. I felt slightly nervous, but also extremely excited. If what people in Y/F/N’s town said was true, this wouldn’t be too hard. Would it?

𝙷𝚎𝚢! 𝚂𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝙸𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝. 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚢! :)