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being friendly with a boy you aren’t romantically/physically attracted to and him developing feelings for you isn’t your fault, nor does it mean you were “leading him on”. you are under no obligation to date him.

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FINALLY SOMEONE SAID IT

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its like 95% of single het dudes simply can’t manage to have close platonic relationships with women ‘cause you’ll always be a potential girlfriend or something to conquer eventually. it’s never your responsibility. if you feel pressured to take the role of the “love interest” and to play along in their fantasy, please know you’re allowed to bail.

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Preference #78: Wet

Warning: Contains Sexual Content, View At Your Own Risk!!!

Will: Neither of you intended on turning your relaxing bath together into something more. It just sort of happened. Close proximity, nakedness, and warmth. You weren’t surprised when you felt Will’s length grow hard under you. His lips trailing along your shoulder, and up your neck. You giggled as his hair tickled your ear, turning your head to the side to give him a proper kiss. Will deepened it, moaning against your lips. Smiling, you slightly turned on your side, your hand grabbing onto his length. Will jumped slightly at this gesture, and soon relaxed as you started to stroke his length. His head rested back against the wall, eyes closing shut, and moans leaving his mouth. Aside from the water surrounding you, you could feel yourself becoming aroused at the sound of his moans. Will opened his eyes, one of his hands reaching out to grab onto your breast. Your thumb swiped over the tip of his length, movements halting as Will massaged your breast. Wasting no more time, you sunk down onto his length, both your moans filling the air. Will waited patiently as you sat there adjusting to the feel of having him inside you. Once you felt comfortable you rested your hands on his shoulders, his on your waist as you started to grind on him. You crashed your lips against his, passionately making out as you speed up the pace. Will moaned against your lips, bucking his hips up to match your pace. Your movements making the water splash around, and spill over the edge of the tub. Breaking the kiss, you whined out in pleasure as Will marked your neck. Oh how you loved taking baths with him.

Cole: Having sex in the shower was never ideal. One of you stepped on the other’s foot, and you always ended up bruised. Both from somehow falling, and Cole’s tight grips. For some reason this never failed to stop you two from getting it on in there. Your back was pressed against the frosted glass door of shower, arms wrapped tight around Cole, and nails scratching down his back. “Fuck,” Cole hissed into the crook of your neck, thrusting into you harder. Your cries of pleasure mixed in with the sound of the shower running. After a long day of work, you had just wanted to shower, eat, and head to bed. Cole of course had other plans, sneaking into the shower with you, and deciding to fuck away your stress. His plan was working so far, and you were in bliss, enjoying everything Cole was doing. “HARDER!” you screamed out, moving your hips in time with his. As carefully as he could, Cole jumped up a bit trying to keep a good grip on you. His movements made you bounce on his length, his tip brushing against your g-spot. A slight squeal left your mouth, and your nails dug into his skin creating crescent moons. He smirked, “You like that?” he questioned, repeating the move making you a moaning mess. You nodded rapidly, your head now rested on his shoulder. You could feel your release approaching, and started to moan softly into his ear. Cole groaned and reached out to grab onto the railing, steadying himself. He continued to thrust into you, determined to get you to you release.

Dana: His fingers trailed over your skin. His touches soft, but making a spark burn within you. Your head rested back against his chest, breathing becoming irregular as his fingers glided down to your heat. Dana was supposed to be washing your hair, but he could never not touch you. Especially when you were pressed up against him naked. He heard a small moan leave your lips when he plunged a finger into you. He added another, starting to thrust them in, and out of you. “Dana,” you whispered, your hand grabbing onto his forearm. He pecked your shoulder, his thumb rubbing around your clit. You licked your lips humming in pleasure. Dana was always skilled with his hands. He added another finger, curling them up to hit your g-spot. While one hand worked between your legs, his other went towards your breasts. Pinching at your nipples until they were hard, and showing the same attention to the other. He found pleasure in pleasuring you. Hearing your moans, and the sharp intake of breath each time his fingers went in deep. Dana knew your body like the back of his hand. His lips sucking on your sweet spot making you whine in pleasure. A moan left his lips this time as your hand wrapped around his length. You never liked to leave him out, but knew Dana always wanted you to come first before he got off. His fingers halted within you for a second as you lightly squeezed one of his balls, speeding up your strokes. The two of you were going to be in the bath for a while.

Gabe: The water hit against your back, Gabe’s hands fisted into your hair. It was always a treat for Gabe when you went down on him. Giving blowjobs wasn’t your favorite thing to do, but it was Valentine’s Day. It was always on a special occasion for when you went down on Gabe. He didn’t mind though, wanting to go down on you more than the other way around. He moaned loudly watching as you took him all the way down your throat. You pulled up, stroking his member. Making eye contact with Gabe, your tongue circled his tip, and you sucked on it lightly. Once again you hallowed your cheeks, slowly going down his length. With your other hand, you reached for his balls starting to play with them just how Gabe liked. His mouth hung open, eyes closed, and his other hand gripped on the shower railing. Swears left his lips, and you knew he was close. Pulling up, you stroked his length at a fast pace waiting for him to coat you with his load. Your name left his lips in shouts as he came. Your mouth open wide as some of his cum landed on your tongue the rest coating your face. Moaning at the taste, you swallowed his load. Gabe was panting, his hand pushing back your hair. He collected some of his cum off your face with his thumb, sticking it in your mouth. Gabe moaned some more as you sucked it off his thumb. You placed his pointer finger your mouth, sucking on that before leading his hand to touch your breast. He licked his lips, eyes darkening more with lust at the thought of what he was going to do to you.

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Imagine for Lo

A/N: So I’m having wedding vibes due to going to a wedding yesterday. So Lo and behold (sorry I couldn’t help myself) enjoy.

“Should we really be hiding right now?” Will questioned smiling as you rested your head on his shoulder. You let out a yawn, and nodded your head at his words.

“We’ve been surrounded by people all morning, I need a break,” you whispered. You were already in your dress: a lumber colored, a-line laced dress with a cream colored veil to match. Will was matching you. His shirt the same color, a black vest and tie to match. All that was left was for your makeup to get done. The ceremony was supposed to start in about twenty minutes, and you could hear everyone running around trying to find the two of you.

“You know it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding?” he mumbled, holding out the bag of pretzels to you. You smiled, digging into the bag. With everything going on you didn’t have time to eat, so as an extra measure Will decided to carry snacks.

“Superstition. One that I don’t believe in,” you mumbled, munching on the snack. You heard your name being shouted in the hall, and sighed. “I guess we should get back out there. See you at the altar,” you told him, grabbing a few more pretzels, finally heading back to finish getting ready. Will smiled, following you out the room and heading to meet back up with his groomsmen. Once everything was finished, the wedding planner gathered everyone up. You looked in the mirror, checking yourself out for a bit.

The two of you stood at the altar, hand in hand. Will’s thumb rubbed over the back of your hand, and he sent you a wink as the priest started to speak. Everything around you was irrelevant, and all you could focus on was Will. He grinned at you, his eyes taking in your presence. Even though he had seen you in your dress earlier his breath was still taken away. “So beautiful,” Will whispered, only loud enough for you to hear. You softly laughed, and Will continued to whisper sweet nothings to you. There was a throat clear, and the two of you shot your gaze in the direction of the sound. “Huh?” you simultaneously said, an uproar of laughter filling the air.

“The vows,” the priest repeated, a blush making its way onto Will’s cheeks. You both had been so in awe of each other that you lost track of time, and had stopped paying attention.

“Right, the vows,” Will said, “Lorraine, you are a very beautiful woman, Sunbeam Queen as one of your best friends call you. The first time we met you insulted, put me in my place actually.” your guests laughed at his words, and you smiled. “I knew right then, and there that you were…you are the woman for me. I love you so much, and proud to have you become my wife.” You mouthed that you loved him too, and the minister said it was time for you to present your vows.

“William, you are my best friend, and my soul mate. I know that wherever I go I’ll be home because you are just that. My home.” Will swallowed hard, sniffling a bit, and you reached over to wipe off a tear. “You light up my life, and your singing makes me want to cry, in a good way of course. I can’t wait to hear it everyday.” Once the rings were placed on, along with the traditional vows, you both stared into each other’s eyes and said the two words.

“I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Behlendorf. You may now kiss the bride,” the priest said. Will pulled you closer, and gave you a passionate kiss. You kissed back, laughing against his lips. “You’re officially mine now,” he whispered.

“And you’re mine too,” you replied. He grabbed your hand, and you walked back down the aisle as everyone stood, and clapped for your new beginning.

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Imagine Will

Being paired with Will to compose a song was the best idea your Music teacher had. Will was lyrically trained, and you knew that not only would you pass this assignment, but you would learn a lot from him. “You have two weeks, and I expect to see some great work!” your teacher shouted over the bell ringing. You gathered your stuff, and walked over to Will, who was packing up.

“So do you want to work after school, before school, during lunch?” you questioned. Will smiled, pulling the strap of his bag over his shoulder.

“After school, and Saturday afternoon,” he said, “We can get brainstorming at lunch if you want.” You quickly nodded, and the both of you headed out to the cafeteria. After grabbing your food, you followed Will out to the courtyard, and sat under a tree.

“I think we should sing something,” you suggested, starting to eat your sandwich. Will took a sip of his drink, and took out a notebook. “Duet maybe? I’ve heard you sing before, you’re good,” you said.

“Thank you,” Will chirped giving you a smile. “What type of song is the question,” he mumbled, starting to hum in thought. You laughed a bit at the face his was making, placing your hand on his knee. Will looked up at you, and you swallowed the bit of sandwich that was in your mouth.

“Hey, we have two weeks to finish this project. We got time,” you reminded him. Will nodded at your words, placing his notebook back in his bag. The two of you started talking, getting to know each other more so you could figure out how this piece would sound.

One Week Later: Over the past week you grew close to Will. He was determined to get a good grade on this project that you two seemed to spend every hour with each other. So far you had half of the lyrics written, and Will had made up a melody on the piano. “I think it flows so far,” Will stated, “I say we take a break.” You let out a sigh of relief, and fell back onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Do you ever play this thing?” you questioned, hitting the Pac-Man machine with your foot. Will looked over his shoulder at the game, and nodded.

“Yup, I play it all the time,” he said, “Though Alex has beaten my high score.” His gaze went back to his notebook. You heard music playing a few minutes later, and shook your head.

“I thought you said we were taking a break?” you chuckled, lifting up on your elbows to look at him.

“I am taking a break,” Will replied, the music coming to a stop.

“You were just playing the song,” you said, raising an eyebrow at him. Will shrugged at your words, wondering why it was such a bit deal. You shook your head once more, and climbed off the bed. “Nope that is not how you take a break,” you told him.

“What do you suppose I do?” he asked. Grabbing onto his hand, Will let you pull him away from the keyboard, and towards the Pac-Man machine.

“I suppose we play a game,” you smiled, “Place a bet maybe.” Will looked at you confusedly, then smiled.

“Alright, what should we bet on?” he agreed. You grinned, pressing the start button on the game.

“If I beat your high score…then you have to take me out on a date,” you told him. Your words took Will by surprise, and he blushed a bit.

“And if you don’t?” he asked, licking onto his bottom lip as you positioned yourself at the controls.

“Then we get to do your way of taking a break for the rest of this project,” you told him. Will smiled, holding out his hand for you to shake on the deal. What he didn’t know was that you spent most of your spare time playing Pac-Man via Google; knowing all the tricks there was to get a better score.

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Preference #82: Morning Wood

Warning: Contains Sexual Content, View At Your Own Risk!!!

Will: You rolled over onto your stomach, arm draping over Will’s chest, and one of your legs going over him. Will let out a small groan, and he slightly shifted. He had been letting out soft moans for about an hour now. That’s what made you wake up a bit. Your leg moved up some more, and you felt something hard against your thigh. This was what really woke you up, and you let out yawn. Squinting, you lifted up the covers to peek inside. Will shivered as the cool air hit his skin, snores stopping for a few seconds before picking back up. You bit onto your bottom lip to hold in your laugh. “Will,” you whispered, poking his cheek, and moving your leg from off of him. When he didn’t answer after the second poke a smirk made its way onto your lips. You slid under the covers, crawling down so that your face was in front of his bulge. He must have been having a wet dream. It was when he felt you sucking on his tip that he woke with a jolt. “Y/N!” Will exclaimed in a raspy voice lifting the covers. He was about to ask what you were doing, but it was cut off by the moan leaving his lips. Pushing the covers off, Will watched with lust clouded eyes as you hollowed your cheeks taking him down your throat. “Shit, just like that,” he whispered, resting his head back into the pillows, and lacing his fingers into your hair. You bobbed your head up, and down, stroking the parts you couldn’t reach. The two of you made eye contact, and Will could have came right there just from the innocent look you gave him. “Good morning,” you smiled, once again sucking on his tip. Will moaned at your words. It was a good morning indeed.

Cole: Cole rubbed at his eyes for a few seconds, and let out a yawn. He turned over, reaching his arm over to bring you closer. When his hand collided with the mattress, he opened his eyes. Once they adjusted to the dim light flowing through the curtains, Cole saw that your side of the bed empty. His eyebrows furrowed, and something occurred to him. He was really horny, and just now realized he had a hard on. That might have been what woke him up. Cole sat up, his gaze glancing to the clock. It was only 6:30 am. He pushed the covers off, and headed towards the bathroom. When he reached the door, it was closed shut, and steam was coming from underneath it. Cole was going to take care of the problem himself, but since you were awake, and already naked… You jumped at the feeling of arms snaking around your wet skin. “I’ve got a problem,” Cole seductively mumbled, nuzzling his face into your neck. You relaxed at the sound of his voice, your hand still placed over your heart in shock. “What would that be?” you asked, turning in his arms to look at him. His gaze went down, and you followed it, letting out laugh. Cole crashed his lips against yours in a passionate kiss, lifting you up. He trapped you between the shower door, and himself, plunging into you without warning. Your nails dug into his shoulder. Not wanting to waste any time, or let you adjust he began to thrust into you. It took a few seconds for the pleasure to come to you. Cole lifted you up a bit more, pace picking up. You moaned, wrapping yourself tight around his body as he pounded into you. “Fuck,” Cole groaned, breathing becoming irregular as he felt his release approaching. He pushed you more into the shower, going in at a deep angle. You were going to be late for work. Knowing Cole went at it twice.

Dana: His body was warm against yours, face nuzzled into your neck. You laid on your side, Dana being the big spoon to your little one. You pushed back into him a bit more, earning a moan in return. Your eyes peeled open as you felt him grow hard against your ass. Dana grind his hips against your ass some more, and you started to giggle. This happened often, he would have a wet dream, and would end up humping some part of your body unconsciously. Sometimes it ended to his liking, having you on top of him. Other times you weren’t in the mood, and Dana had to fix the problem himself. You turned over making Dana groan from no longer being in your embrace. You scooted closer to him, and a smile came onto his lips when he felt your arms lace with his. He relaxed once more, and a few seconds later another moan left his lips. You stared at the side of his face, biting onto your bottom lip in thought. The last time Dana had morning wood, you weren’t in the mood to do anything. But now you found yourself really horny. You moved your arm away from him, and instead slipped it into his boxers. Swiping your thumb over his tip, you felt precum leaking out. You smiled starting to stroke his length at a slow pace. “That feels good,” Dana mumbled, eyes still closed shut. You pulled away for a second, digging into the bottom drawer of your nightstand for the lube. Once you grabbed it, you poured some into your hand, and continued giving him a handjob. You softly squeezed his balls, and that’s what woke Dana up. “This is a nice way to wake up,” he moaned, growing even harder as his eyes scanned your body. Neither of you were going to leave this room for the day.

Gabe: “Y/N,” Gabe whispered, poking you in the side. He repeated your name, starting to grow impatient. “Baby wake up!” he whined, shaking you this time. You pushed his hand away, letting out a groan. He shook you once more, “What!?!” you huffed. Your face was covered by your hair, head rested against the pillow. “I’ve got a problem,” he said, your eyebrows furrowed. “What problem?’ you asked, turning over to give him a death glare. “I’m hard,” Gabe hissed, you rolled your eyes at him. “Fix it yourself,” you shrugged, closing your eyes once more. He shook you again, “But I need you, all I could think about is the warmth of you wrapped around my dick,” he said. His words made him grow harder, and Gabe pouted at you. You looked at the clock letting out another groan. “Gabe, it’s five am, and a Sunday. Let me sleep,” you said. He shook his head, then smiled. “I’ll let you be on top,” he said a smirk on his lips. You had been begging Gabe to let you ride him for a long time now. You perked up at that, knowing this was your only chance of getting to do that one thing. You shifted around a bit, taking off your panties, and tossing it at his face. Gabe grinned laughing as he took off his own underwear. “Knew you’d see it my way,” he said, laying back as you climbed on top. His hands rested on your hips, grunts leaving his lips as you picked up the pace. Things had progressed quickly, and before Gabe knew it you were riding him into the sunset. You swirled your hips down in figure eights, gripping his wrists tight. This angle was so much different from the others, and Gabe was hitting all the right spots. You whined in pleasure, starting to bounce on, and off his length. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled your bedroom. Gabe’s head pushed back into the pillows, a series of swears flying from his mouth. “We should do this more often,” he grunted between thrusts, starting to pound up into you. A tiny scream came from you as his tip brushed over your g-spot. You nodded rapidly at his words. Riding was now one of Gabe’s favorite positions.

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willjaymusic: so I was bored & decided to go through my Dad’s phone camera roll. To my surprise/dismay, there were quite a few selfies but I found this picture of @daltonrapattoni & I at his house back in Texas. To think that tomorrow he’s going to perform for the finals of American Idol just confirms what I’ve known for a long time: this guy is one of a kind. seriously, who else that would sing Phantom of the Opera with an acoustic guitar & make It’s Gonna Be Me a love ballad? Time and time again the judges & audience alike have praised him for “Daltonizing” songs, which he has done masterfully, but there’s so much more to that than creative song arrangements. “Daltonizing” a song is seeing someone who performs like it’ll be their last time on a stage & who sings lyrics like it’s their therapy. whether he wins or not, you all are the real winners because you got to witness the start of a very special artist. I have as much idea as you all do about what he’s going to do next musically but I have no doubt it’s going to be epic. Dalton, I honestly couldn’t be more proud of you. I can’t wait to watch you in the audience tomorrow & especially can’t wait for you to answer your phone again when all the Idol craziness dies down. here’s to more music, more laughs, as well as more of actually seeing you in LA because if you don’t move out here we have a problem. congratulations on everything 😃

Sincerely, Dalton’s Friend/Will

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Imagine Will

Warning: Contains Sexual Content, View At Your Own Risk!!!

“Will,” you tiredly hummed, eyes drooping as you stared at the screen. He smirked pushing his crotch into your ass even more. There was a sly smile on your lips, and you bit into the inside of your cheek as his hand slipped around you. “It’s so late, and I’m sleepy,” you whined feeling his hand slide under your shirt, and into your underwear.

“You can sleep after, it’s fact that sex helps you sleep comfortably,” Will whispered, running his fingers over your folds. You looked at the clock, the time nearing eleven thirty.

“Where is that written?” you gasped, feeling him plunge two fingers inside of you. He kissed at the side of your neck, nibbling on your sweet spot. Feeling you relax against his chest when his fingers curled up to hit your g-spot. It had only been two minutes, and he already had your knees weak. Your mouth opened to say something else, but the only thing that came out were moans. Turning over in his arms, you reached down to grab his bulge.

“Ooo, you know we haven’t had sex right here,” Will whispered, sliding off your shirt before going back to fingering you. “We should do that,” he grinned, pressing his lips against yours. You moaned into the kiss, nodding at his words, and yanking down his boxers. He had you soaked. This whole day had been filled with sexual frustration and finally it was boiling over. You nibbled onto his bottom lip and Will’s lips parted. Then you slid your tongue into his mouth. Your tongues fought for dominance, his winning out in the end. Will pulled his fingers out of you, sliding your panties to the side.

“Finally,” you gasped, feeling him slide into your heat. Will pecked the tip of your nose, hooking your leg around his waist. He brushed back the hair that was around your face, starting off slowly, sliding until his tip was almost out before pushing back in. Will continued doing this before picking up the pace, going with a steady rhythm. His tip brushed against your g-spot making your body shake with pleasure. You shifted, so half of your body was rested on his.

“Oh god,” Will whimpered, head falling back as you took over the pace. You lifted your hips, swirling them down. Your head rested in the crook of his neck, sucking love bites into his skin. He had been waiting for this moment all day. Will bucked up into you, hands rested against your hips. “This is so high school,” he chuckled through a moan. Having sex on the couch was something you two had done often when you were in high school. Of course it had to be quick, and quiet, but now all those things were out the window. Neither of you lived at home anymore. You laughed at his words, your position shifting once more until he was hovered above you. The moan leaving your lips halted as he snapped his hips into yours, hitting your g-spot expertly. Your nails dug into his skin, unable to make a sound. Everything was going well, and then Will heard you laugh. He looked down at you with furrowed eyebrows, still thrusting. “What’s so funny?” he grunted.

“Patrick and Spongebob are fighting over who’s gonna be Dirty Dan,” you said, pointing towards the television. He stopped thrusting, head turning to look at the television.

“You’re watching Spongebob while I’m inside you?” he questioned, earning a nod from you. Will laughed, shaking his head at you before continuing to thrust. He stopped once more making you pout up at him. “I wanna watch too… alright spooning position,” he announced. He pulled out of you making you whine at the momentary loss as he climbed behind. The both of you facing the television as he lifted your leg, sliding back into you. Will’s lips trailed up the side of your neck, and he gave deep strokes a smile on his face at what was happening. Only you two would have sex and watch Spongebob at the same time.

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Imagine Will

Will lifted his balled up fist, shaking with nervousness as he knocked on the door twice. He spotted a doorbell to the side, and silently cursed himself for knocking instead of ringing the bell. You had heard the knock. Your apartment quiet except for the television playing. You opened the door, grinning at Will. “Hi,” you smiled, resting against the door. Will smiled too.

“Hi,” he repeated the word, starting to grin like a fool too. “These are for you,” he quickly said, holding out the bouquet of flowers. You took the flowers from his hand, smelling them.

“You can come inside, I’m just going to put these in water,” you told him, opening the door wider as you walked away. Will stepped into your home, staying in the entrance as he waited.

“So, how are you?” he asked, shuffling on his feet, and stuffing his hands in his pocket. Will didn’t know why he was nervous. You both had been talking for weeks now, it was just yesterday when he got the courage to ask you out. When you said yes, he went to bed with a smile on his face that night. You peaked your head from inside the kitchen to look at him. Replying to what he asked, then went back to looking in the cabinets for a vase. You heard footsteps approach the kitchen, and looked over your shoulder to smile at Will. “Do you live here alone?” he asked, taking a seat at the table.

“No, I roommate with two of my friends,” you told him, “Ah, found it!” You grabbed the vase. Standing up, you walked over to the sink, and filled the vase with water. Once the flower was in the water, you placed it in the center of the table, and smiled at Will. “Ready?” you asked, resting your hands on top of one of the chairs.

As the date went on Will became less nervous. It was just like when you two had first met. “Alright ring toss it is!” you said, pulling onto Will’s arm. He laughed, following you to the carnival game.

“Y/N, I’m telling you carnival games are rigid,” Will groaned, but reluctantly placed down the two tickets for you to play. You shrugged his words off, picking up one of the rings. “Good luck,” he said, watching as you tossed one of the rings. The two of you had been roaming around the carnival for a while now. Trying different types of carnie food, and getting on rides. It was when you two were passing games that the topic was brought up. Will claimed that all carnival games were rigid, and you the opposite. That’s when the bet started. Three games. You two were going to play three of the carnival games, and if you lost his theory was true.

“OH! I won, in you’re face!” you shouted, raising your hands up in victory. Will was leaning against one of the poles that was holding the tent up, arms crossed over his chest.

“Ring toss was too easy,” he said, “Let’s do the baseball toss.” He pointed across from where you two were a smug look on his face. You cracked your knuckles, the competitive side of you coming out. Following Will over to the baseball toss, he placed down three tickets. The host of the game handed you the balls, and you tossed one in the air for a bit, then threw it. Will chuckled as you missed. You shot him a glare.

“You think it’s so easy why don’t you try,” you said, holding out the second ball. He smirked, grabbing the ball out of your hand. Will let out a deep breath, retracting his hand back, and throwing the ball. The cans toppled for a second, but then stayed put. You laughed, then threw the last ball. It did the same, and you pursed your lips at how it didn’t fall over. “Okay, that was just one game I lost, what’s the last game?” you asked, picking out a tiny teddy bear from the “good effort” prizes. Will led you to the next game, and you waited in line. “You were right, carnival games are rigid,” you sighed hours later.

“I told you!” Will exclaimed, “I’m pretty sure the cans for baseball toss probably have magnets at the bottom.” He parked the car in front of your building, and you both sat in the car.

“I had a great time,” you told him. Will smiled at your words.

“Well, I guess that means we have to go on a second date,” he said. You laughed, biting onto your bottom lip as you nodded. “And that my theory was correct.” You rolled your eyes at him, but still leaned over to peck him on the cheek. Taking Will by surprise.

“Goodnight,” you said, getting out the car. Will’s hand came up to touch his cheek, and he grinned.

“Goodnight,” he whispered, watching you walk towards the building. Excited for the next date.