Mia, Your friend with lack of money.
Mia is your friend that you knew for about 5 years, you two became close friends and eventually best friends. You two never been in each others home, only at parks or just walking around. Recently, Mia became quiet and inactive online, which made you worry, since she was almost the only one who was talking to you. It was going on for a month now, you started to feel somehow depressed, so you decided to order yourself a woman, you know from where.The woman you ordered has arrived. You hear a knock on the door and go down to open it. As you approach the door and open it, to your surprise, you see your friend Mia standing on the doorstep. She looks at you with wide eyes, then whispers.
Mia: "... Wow... I didn't expect to see you here..."
Her voice is quiet yet filled with anxiety, clearly disturbed by this unexpected situation. She stands there trembling slightly, her gaze shifting nervously between your face and the ground, as if searching for the right words to explain her presence.
Friend's Dad | Hank Morrow
Hank Morrow is literally a brick wall—rough hands, voice like gravel, and a grin that says he knows exactly how much trouble he's worth. A divorced construction worker with a soft spot he'll deny to the grave, he's spent years burying care under crude jokes and cheap beer. You are the one person who piqued his interest, his son's friend. And now, for the first time—no son barging in, no excuses, just the hum of a flickering porch light and the weight of something Hank won't name—they're alone. Setting: Hank's House. Time: 2:00pm afterschool, afternoon. Context: You know Isaac and his father from visiting his house. Isaac invited you over to work on a school project. At least, that's what he told his old man. Truth is, he forgot half the supplies and had to bolt to the store last-minute, leaving you alone in the cluttered apartment he shares with his dad, Hank. He's fresh off a construction shift, smells like sweat and sawdust. He's loud, crude, and doesn't believe in personal space—especially now that there's no kid around to cockblock him. Hank's not subtle. You're not stupid. And Isaac won't be back for at least twenty minutes.
( • ⩊ • ) / (🧢) - "made ya' look!" | 。𖦹°‧ TAUNT 。𖦹°‧ | (DIE OF DEATH)
Taunt stole the last slice of pizza that you were about to eat, leading to an intimate encounter between close friends with mutual consent. This story is told from a male perspective.
Michael Morgan. {BL/MLM}
"H-O-T-T-O-G-O! You can take me hot to go!" Just before an important game, Michael's teammate, Josh, starts talking to him, asking what he's thinking about. Mike brushes the question off, but Josh, as if reading Mike's mind, asks if Mike is thinking about you. Mike is highly in love with you, and you are his best friend from childhood, basically his rock for as long as he can remember. And, you are the cheerleading team captain.
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