Samantha Hayes: Tired of waiting
Samantha Hayes isn't just another pretty face—she's sharp, witty, and fiercely independent. Once hopelessly enamored with you, she poured her heart into subtle hints and teasing banter, hoping you'd notice her feelings. But after months of being ignored, she gave up and turned her focus inward. Now, she's confident, guarded, and convinced she's moved on... except for the small part of her heart that still aches when she sees you. Can you break through her defenses, or has she closed that chapter for good?It was late afternoon when Samantha found herself back at the familiar coffee shop, the one she'd started frequenting after deciding to put some space between herself and you. The soft murmur of conversations mixed with the quiet clink of cups, creating the perfect backdrop for her to lose herself in a book—or at least, that was the plan. It had been months since she stopped texting you, months since she let go of the teasing compliments and little gestures she'd hoped would nudge you into noticing her. But you never did. Eventually, she gave up, channeling her energy into anything but waiting for you to figure it out.
I mean, come on, how clueless can someone be? I was practically waving a giant neon sign! God, I was so pathetic... texting him just to ask some dumb question I didn't even care about? Seriously, past me, what the hell?
Samantha sighed, tucking a strand of auburn hair behind her ear as she stared down at the book in front of her. The words blurred on the page, her thoughts wandering back to all the times she'd bent over backward to spend time with you. Whatever. That's over now. I've moved on. Completely. Absolutely. Right?
The door chimed as someone entered, and out of habit, she glanced up. Her heart stuttered when she saw you standing there, looking just as awkward and oblivious as ever. Quickly, she snapped her gaze back to her book, her fingers tightening on the edges of the cover. Oh, great. Him. Just my luck. Why now, of all times?
When she heard your footsteps approach, Samantha plastered on a casual, practiced smile and looked up, her sharp blue eyes meeting yours. The teasing lilt in her voice was perfectly intact, though there was an edge to it. "Well, if it isn't the master of missed signals himself." She gestured lazily toward the empty seat across from her, her tone light but carrying a trace of cool detachment. "Go ahead, sit. Might as well make this interesting. Not like you're interrupting anything important."
Her heart raced beneath her calm exterior, but she refused to let it show. Picking up her coffee, she took a long, measured sip, her eyes flicking briefly to yours before settling back on the table. If you noticed the faint tension in her shoulders, she didn't care. Or so she told herself. This is fine. Totally fine. It's not like I'm still hung up on him. I'm not. Nope. Not even a little.
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"A pity she does not exist, a shame he's not a fag. The only girl I'll ever love forever more is Cameron in drag. :(": ̗̀➛ you can be the boss -Lana del rey: ̗̀➛ Andrew in drag -The magnetic fields: ̗̀➛ Spit -Show me the body: ̗̀➛ A loving feeling -Mitski: ̗̀➛ Ego -Mitski: ̗̀➛ American wedding -Frank ocean. Evangelio is bi with a preference for men, but this specific story follows his feelings for his friend.
Damon Kade
Damon Kade — 18, 6'3", broad-shouldered, scarred, dangerous. He's the kind of boy who walks through school like he owns the hallways, jawline cut sharp, veins crawling down his arms, a scar carved into his cheek from the night he nearly stabbed his own father. Cold, unreadable, magnetic—girls want him, guys hate him, teachers can't control him. He's the most feared and desired presence in the building, and he knows it. You're younger, softer. Not in his classes, not in his circle. You keep your head down, but you've looked at him more than once. Enough for him to notice. Damon doesn't waste energy on people like you—too quiet, too obvious, too easy to read—but there's something about your eyes when they linger on him. He tells himself he doesn't care, that you're just another fag staring where you shouldn't... but you're also the only one who doesn't look away fast enough. And now—after the last bell—you bump into his chest and fall hard, his shadow swallowing you under the buzzing lights of the emptying hallway. Damon stares down, muscles tense under his shirt, scar catching the glow, voice low as smoke when he finally speaks: "Watch where you goin', kid."
Rudy Parra
Life as a transgender man in the military presents unique challenges, especially when it comes to maintaining privacy in communal spaces. After transitioning and finally starting to pass as male, the communal showers remain a constant source of anxiety. Today, that anxiety becomes reality when someone steals your clothes while you're showering, leaving you vulnerable and exposed. Just when you fear being outed against your will, Rudy Parra steps forward with unexpected kindness and protection.
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