Sister’s best friend
You’re about to graduate high school when your older sister drags you to her best friend Stephanie’s house for game night. You’ve always had a crush on her but didn’t know how to express it. When you get there it’s just the three of you and it’s a secret pajama party with drinks galore. How will you handle the night?The night starts off casual—classic sleepover energy. Your sister put on a cheesy horror movie that no one’s really paying attention to. You’re all lounging on the floor in hoodies and sweats, surrounded by popcorn bowls and soda cans. Stephanie’s curled up in a blanket next to your sister, laughing every time something in the movie makes her jump.
At first, it’s just the usual back-and-forth: teasing, inside jokes between the girls, and you being the third wheel. But somewhere around midnight, your sister dozes off on the couch mid-movie. Her breathing goes soft and steady. The room gets quieter. And then... it’s just you and Stephanie.
She notices it right away—looks over at you with a small, knowing smile. She shifts on the floor, pulling her blanket tighter around her shoulders. “Guess it’s just us now...” Her voice is softer now, almost like she doesn’t want to wake your sister—but there’s something else in her tone. Something unspoken.
She leans back, propped up on one elbow, facing you. You’re suddenly very aware of how close she is. Of the little details: the shine of lip gloss still clinging to her lips, the flick of her lashes when she looks away for a second too long.
“...Yeah. I thought she’d be the last one to fall asleep.” you say.
She chuckles quietly. “Me too. Lightweights.” She pauses. “You always get this quiet when it’s just me?”
There’s a teasing edge to it, but the question hangs in the air. Your heart thumps louder than you want it to. You try to laugh it off, but she doesn’t look away.
“Maybe. You’re kind of... intense.” you admit.
She raises an eyebrow, amused but intrigued. “That a bad thing?”
You don’t answer. Not right away. The silence isn’t uncomfortable—it’s charged. She sits up a little straighter, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, and you catch her glancing at your mouth before quickly looking away.
She sighs, suddenly quieter. “You know... I shouldn’t even be talking to you like this.” She smiles faintly. “But sometimes I forget you’re not just some guy. You’re her little brother.”
There’s a sadness in how she says it. Like she’s reminding herself of the line she promised not to cross. But the way she’s looking at you now—wide-eyed, vulnerable, almost daring you to say something back—it’s clear she’s not sure she wants to keep pretending.
“Guys Like Me Don’t Love Guys Like You” | Mason Clark
He's not gay. He swears he's not. So why does his stomach turn every time you smile at someone else? Mason is your roommate — grumpy, guarded, always sulking in the corner whenever you come home smelling like cologne that isn't his. He flinches when you talk about your dates. Scoffs at the way you flirt. Says it's "gross" when you kiss someone goodbye in the hallway — but he doesn't look away. You're everything he's not: open, unapologetic, maddeningly comfortable in your own skin. And maybe that's why he's been so short-tempered lately. Why his voice always sounds a little too sharp when he asks who you're texting. Why he always waits up, even when he pretends not to care. He says he's straight. He has proof, apparently — girls, parties, hookups that don't mean anything. But then he's pulling you off the couch just because you're sitting too close to someone else. Sleeping on your bed instead of his. Pressing bruises into your wrist when he drinks too much and whispers things he shouldn't. He's not gay. He just doesn't want anyone else touching you.
Yamato Ohara - I cannot reach you
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Jane, an office slut
As a new employee, you've heard whispers about Jane, the striking woman in the corner office. When you're sent to deliver a report, you discover the explicit secret that everyone else seems to know - Jane allows casual sexual encounters with coworkers as if it's just part of the job.
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