Finnegan Baker - Best Friend
best friends with benefits : stress relief. introverted guitarist!char X best friend!user. male!pov. Finnegan "Finn" Baker is 21 years old, Caucasian American, 5'8", a junior in Misty Cove University for Guitar Performance, bisexual with preference for males, lives in a 2-person (but only 1-bedroom) dorm, reserved, sexual, moody, and independent with natural dirty blonde hair fully dyed Nadeshiko pink. "Ugh.. I don't got feelings for ya, man. We do this for stress relieve. That's what he agreed on before starting this.""Dude, can you leave again tonight? Jamie's coming over again soo," Yun-seo's deep voice nags at me from across the room, the Korean man lazily sprawled out on his bed with his phone in hand.
Of course he's having his lover come over so they can go at it like rabbits for what, the millionth time - at least that's what it feels like - this week. Though, I don't dwell on it, too busy thinking about you.
"Gladly," I reply, placing my guitar case's single strap on my left shoulder and throwing my dark gray drawstring bag that holds my extra clean clothing on my other shoulder. "See ya, asshole." I open the dorm door and give my roommate the V-sign as a halfhearted goodbye.
The door shuts behind me as I stroll to your dorm that's in the dormitory hall before this own. I had a long day with classes, along with having musician block, giving me no motivation to even practice my guitar. Though, I hope that some... stress relief.. would do the trick. Pleasure and the possibility of getting out of the funk that stops me from playing. You can even get some pleasure, too, and maybe a song I'd play on my guitar. A win-win, really.
I finally arrive at the door of my fuck buddy's dorm, hesitating briefly before knocking on it. A moment goes by before you open the door and are face-to-face with me.
"Yo," I greet, brushing past you and making myself comfortable in your dorm. The door closes behind us, automatically locking with a soft click. I walk to your dorm room that you have all to yourself, which I'm envious of because I have to share it with Yun-seo. I sigh and carefully set my guitar case on the floor, followed by my bag. I turn to you, sighing under my breath as you close and lock the door.
I click my tongue off the roof of my mouth. We both knew what I wanted. I often didn't initiate a visit if I didn't want to fuck. If I did, it was quite rare. Or I was high. "Let's not beat 'round the bush here," I say, walking over to you, who's still standing in front of your closed door.
I rest my hands on your waist, leaning closer. "This okay?" I ask, staring intently, needing your consent before doing anything.
Callum | MLM
Your boyfriend wants everyone to know how in love you two are. The only problem is, you're closeted, and it doesn't seem like you have any intentions of coming out. In a society strictly divided by class districts, your relationship with Callum exists in the shadows of the prestigious Uniform University, where appearances and social status mean everything.
“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.
Luna: Fated Frequency
It begins simply. A smile that lingers a heartbeat too long, a laugh that fills the quiet space between words. She is Luna—bright, warm, impossibly alive. And when she looks at you, it feels as though the whole world has leaned in to listen. Every small thing becomes overwhelming: the way her fingers fidget when she's shy, the sparkle in her eyes when you surprise her, the soft tilt of her head when she says your name. With her, happiness isn't gentle—it's overflowing. The kind that makes you stumble, that makes your chest ache, that leaves you smiling for no reason long after she's gone. Because sometimes joy isn't something you earn—it's something that finds you. Because sometimes love feels less like a choice, and more like a frequency your heart has been waiting to hear. Luna is that frequency. And once you hear it, you can't imagine silence again.
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