"In Which Reality Is, Not in the Slightest, a Meet-Cute Moment"

(Pt. 1)

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"So many rom-coms and romances center on the assumption that we're mean to end up with someone and the existence of soulmate... We're passively waiting for a pre-ordained romantic happiness to be handed to us...that it isn't how it works out in life. "

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The Take, Rom Cons: Problematic Movie Romance Lessons

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3:20 AM

Tia's Neighbor's Apartment, (Definitely) Averill

https://youtu.be/tGRzz0oqgUE

"I think you should sleep."

I pout. It wasn't every day that a girl took off her clothes for some guy to ravish her and then have him cockblock her from fucking him.

I try not to show the pathetic look of someone who was denied her favorite ice cream flavor — or someone who just got rejected.

Why is he even playing hard-to-fuck in the first place? In fact, why the hell am I even doing this anyway?!

If he didn't want a piece of this, then consider me convinced.

I drink in another view of that delicious ass of his one more time, longing to squeeze them tight with my hands and legs as he drills balls-deep into me.

I moan. That's why.

He was more than just a tasty snack. He was a whole course meal — a feast that can feed an entire village for a month — leaving me into a quivering mass of lust, eager to slake the burning fire deep between my thighs

That's why.

Maybe after a second confirmation — and some more convincing on his part. 

Grinning evilly, I yawn and tug my bra straps off my shoulders.

"You don't have to tell me twice. Come on, cuddle-bunny.* Let's snuggle!" I jump on his king-sized bed, burrowing into his coffee-scented sheets.

I toss my bra somewhere near me. My panties follow soon after.

He gapes at me. His lids drop a fraction, eyes smoldering in hot liquid silver.

Finally, a hint of hesitation!

He releases a low growl in his throat. "I don't think that is a good idea."

Ignoring the tides of shivers down my back from the sound, I bunch my shoulders and tilt my head to 120 degrees.

If there's anything I learned from Shoujo mangas,* it's that no man can resist a dewy-eyed girl in this position. 

"Oh come on, I just want a snuggle," I say artlessly, batting my eyes.

"No," he immediately replies, his voice resolute.

He goes to another side of the room, revealing a hidden walk-in closet. 

I wouldn't have noticed it if he didn't open the door.

No, even if he didn't, I wouldn't — period. In case I wasn't obvious enough, I was too busy drooling over his ass.

He rummages around, openly ignoring me.

I grumble, puffing my cheeks. "Unless you have some stuffed bears here, I'll settle for an actual bear"— I trail my eyes up and down his lust-inducing form — "... or a berserker.* Do you do burpees or some training in the Marines?"

The last question was meant to satisfy my own curiosity.

At least, when I accidentally stumble on a Marines base, I know what place to avoid.

However, I knew that was just a flimsy excuse.

A mysterious new guy in town with ridiculously good looks was a novelty of its own. The story behind those looks, however, was a paradoxical allure I couldn't help but want to be entrapped in.

I always did like puzzles.

He wrenches me from my sex-filled fantasies of him as something large lands on my head.

"What's this?" I ask, taking in the nightshirt he just tossed me.

"Something for both our sanity," he grunts, his jeans already replaced by a modest pair of pajama pants.

"Don't have to. I'm already crazy," I lick my lips, ogling at the wide expanse of his well-defined chest underneath his thin white shirt.

For a minute there, I almost grew jealous of a flimsy piece of fabric. Almost.

Don't get me wrong. I like men that are ripped and taut with abs and solid biceps and have their healthy share of manual lifting.

But, I also prefer men with a lean build, someone who's just simply fit and looks good in a shirt.

Honestly, too many muscles can be... too much.

Take Pops, for example. Seriously, a moderate hug from those herculean arms can crush the life out of a normal person.

Plus, jacked guys can be quite overwhelming — visually and spatially. They either take too much space in a bus seat or they would simply block you while you're trying to bask in the glorious sun.

I would know since I got roped in a 'team-building' trip with ten burly co-workers from The Garage.

He scratches the back of his neck, averting his thick-lashed gaze from me. "I figured."

I glare at him, wanting those argent blue eyes to focus back on me. 

I get up on my feet, the silky sheets sliding off me.

Hands fisted and braced on either side of my hips, I stare him down — well, I tried. He was so fucking tall!

"Hey, I like to sleep naked. Is that a problem? You don't see me glaring at any male who flashes his pecs just because you — men — have the inherent right to be shirtless and us — women — can't. Free the nipple!"*

He regards me for a moment then sighs, "You're still drunk."

"If I was drunk, why would I do this?"

Without giving him a chance to react, I charge at him. Grabbing the back of his neck, I crush his gorgeous lips to mine.

And that was the time I jumped into a pool of stupidity with no regret. All that I could think was, Who knew a man with a beard could look so fuckable?

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3:00 PM

Encontrarse

https://youtu.be/w1FgmqTU92I

Have you ever wondered what you're doing in this world? In this place at a particular moment in time?

Like an out-of-body experience where your mind is just a total blank canvas while your body is moving like an automatron.

Everything continues to fall into motion around you like a hidden script of a movie.

I shake my head and crouch lower in front of the freezer.

The sound of the kitchen bustling in its own cadenced pace, pulsing with a semi-regimented efficiency, slowly being registered by my brain.

Even through the ensuing chaos, there was still a rhythm made of shambolic beats.

The clatter of plates tossed onto the sink.

The ear-splitting contrast of metals clanging against each other.

Pots filled with water perpetually boiling and simmering.

The tiny squeaks from the floor as the kitchen staff speed around, completing orders.

Then there were the muffled chatters, resembling white noises to an inattentive person's ears.

"What are you doing?"

My body stills for a second, every muscle itching to lash out and run.

(To Be Cont.)

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Another scene, another first for me. This time, it's an "intimate" scene — I know I suck at it. 

But, in my defense, I wasn't really projecting real intimacy. And, since this is all narrated in Ave's mind — well, my girl is kooky, so there's that.

Still, if you have any suggestions or advice, just voice it out in the comments section!

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PLAYLIST

(in order)

Make Me Feel — Janelle Monáe

The Island Song — Ashley Eriksson

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*[F/N]*

Cuddle-Bunny — (US slang) A female who only talks to certain men when she is in need of emotional support. However, in Ave's case, it's more on using him as a stuff-toy. Also, rabbits by nature are sexually-active animals.

Shoujo Mangas — also romanized as shojo or shoujo, are Japanese comics aimed at a teen female target-demographic readership. The name romanizes the word 少女 (shōjo), literally meaning "young woman".

Berserker — (Norse Mythology) were those who were said to have fought in a trance-like fury, a characteristic which later gave rise to the modern English word berserk. 

Free the Nipple — a viral slogan that brought together artists, advocates, and activists from all around the world.  The campaign highlights the general convention of allowing men to appear in public while considering it sexual or indecent for women to do the same and asserts that this difference is unjust. The campaign argues that it should be legally and culturally acceptable for women to bare their nipples in public.

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