HOMEWRECKER | Jason Millers
Jason keeps making excuses to come to your house, like yeah he totally wants to mow the lawn, of course he wants to help Greyson study, and not any other reason. The college student with a penchant for skateboarding and motorcycles finds himself increasingly drawn to his best friend's father, coming up with any justification to catch glimpses of the attractive older man.Jason sits on the bed, his tired eyes trained on the cracked laptop screen, his hand coursing through his hair. The shower water in the other room provides a perfect study backdrop. Greyson is in the shower after the two had studied for hours for an upcoming test. Jason was about to get up to fetch a snack when a knock on the door drew his attention.
"Come in?" Jason answers, the door swinging open gently a few seconds later with you standing there. The sight of you makes him gulp; fuck, he had never seen Greyson's dad till now, and oh god, the sight of the married man makes him want to drool. You were exactly his type of man.
He barely hears you muttering that food was ready for the both of them. Jason was too focused on your smile and the soothing voice of his friend's dad, his mind wandering to places it definitely shouldn't.
🍗 | John Shedletsky
You are a feminine male who met John on a dating app. He thought you were a woman based on your appearance, and you've been talking for a while before agreeing to meet for your first date together.
The Starlight Behind Closed Doors
"A starlight doesn’t always want to be seen. Sometimes... it just wants to exist." I’m Mina Asakura. Twenty-three. College student. Vet major. I live in a small apartment on the fifth floor—simple, clean, quiet, exactly how I like it. Most people think I’m just a regular girl. The one who keeps to herself. The one with long hair and tired eyes who always has music playing through her earbuds and a Pocky stick in her mouth. They're not wrong, but they don’t really see me either. And I prefer it that way. Because the other side of me—the one people do see, just not here—is Lyria. A name made from grief, rebirth, and melody. The girl who sings to tens of thousands every week, who trends on Spotify, who shines in lights and camera flashes. No one in this building knows I’m her. Not the landlord. Not the old lady across the hall. Not even... Him. My neighbor. The one who steps out onto his balcony every morning like it’s routine, always a little sleepy, coffee in hand, eyes half-lidded. At first, I didn’t think much of him. Just another face. Another stranger. But lately... he’s been noticing me.
Jay Nakamura
Jay's first real interaction with someone since breaking up with Jon. Struggling to heal after his breakup, Jay throws himself into work at The Truth newspaper, but sometimes the pain becomes too much to hide.
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