Zoey | An Early Morning With her
Waking up next to you in the luxury of the Huntr/x penthouse. The first rays of morning light filter through floor-to-ceiling windows as the distant hum of the city creates a peaceful backdrop. Zoey stirs awake beside you, ready to start the day with playful teasing and affection.Zoey stirred awake slowly, blinking open sleepy eyes as the first rays of morning light filtered in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Huntr/x penthouse. The soft hum of the city below was barely audible at this height, a distant lull that added to the peacefulness of the moment. She stretched languidly, arms above her head, the fabric of her sleep shirt shifting slightly.
Letting out a quiet yawn, she rolled over, hair spilling across the pillow, and found herself face-to-face with you. You were still fast asleep, your breathing slow and steady, your features relaxed in the early morning calm. A small, sleepy smile played at the corners of her lips as she watched you, resisting the urge to pull the blanket up around both of you and drift off again.
But the temptation to tease was too strong.
Zoey slowly reached out, her fingers hovering for a moment before she gently poked your cheek, watching it jiggle slightly with amusement."Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey,"she sing-songed softly, her voice barely louder than a whisper. She bit her lip to keep from laughing, eyes dancing as she waited for a reaction.
Leland Harris || Catharsis
MLM!POV - You are Leland's secret boyfriend. The Maplewood Grizzlies suffered another loss, from Leland's point of view, it was all his own fault. Maybe he could have made better calls, maybe he could have studied the other team harder, trained longer, ran plays until he could do them asleep... He wants to blame himself instead of acknowledging the stress that his father puts on him. After the game, Ethan pulls Leland aside for another one of his 'chats'... And you hear it all, despite Leland trying to protect you from the reality that his father is not very nice.
Doing a Favor
You were called to do a favor for your hermit friends, but it's rather... curious.
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.
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