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loveau · 5 years ago

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enemies-to-lovers!hendery

request: Could I request an angsty enemies to lovers AU with Hendery or Ten? Thank you so much for posting your writing

others: lucas | yuta | renjun | jisung

it all started probably at some university party where a mutual friend or a friend of a friend introduced everyone in a group

since there were so many people, there wasn’t a lot of interaction to go on

but what you did know was that the dude named hendery???

yeah the most obnoxious person you’d ever met

and he thought you were the most judgmental person he’d ever met

to be fair his rowdiness comes with the friends he has nearby you’re bound to be the same way with yours

but it just seemed like he was so over the top and loud and it was annoying how you couldn’t have a conversation with your friends when he was literally screaming across the room

at the same time, however, hendery isn’t appreciative of your dramatic groans and eye rolls whenever he does anything and he feels so restricted from basically getting to have fun

and putting the both of the together in the same room is a chemical reaction that leads to an explosion

it basically started at that party and y’all were having fun and the mingling of groups was happening where everyone was getting to know each other

y’all didn’t really interact during the party besides hanging around the general area

but that didn’t stop you from giving each other the slight stink eye, which may have started on your part when he accidentally spilled some drink on your friend’s pants

and he thought nothing of it so he assumed you were just a stick in the mud and thought it was dumb you were there to cramp on his fun

obviously you hadn’t added each other on social media, so when hendery was doing something especially dumb you smirked and had been recording it

in all fairness it had started with you recording one of your friend’s rants about how nobody treats them right and how they deserve the perfect lover but there’s just trash people and their trash lists of who’s the best kisser or whatever

but all of a sudden your camera had switched to hendery’s group of friends where he was standing on top of a table and slipped off due to all of the snacks and drinks spilled on it

he ended up getting caught by his friends before he got hurt, but he clonked heads with one of them and was wincing while the others laughed or were more focused on whether or not he was okay

you were chuckling to yourself and captioned it ‘bet he doesn’t have any braincells if this is what keeps happening... makes sense alrdy tho 💀💀’

and you thought nothing of it until the next morning you’d woken up to a couple of messages and whatnot

you’d been debating whether or not you wanted to go to the bathroom and check later on during lunch after you spent some time to yourself but you chose to continue laying in bed and read through everything

a couple of the typical ‘what was the homework’, ‘lunch?’, and ‘did you know that this happened...’ type of things

but what caught your eye was the ‘hey, did you know that you have a bounty on your head rn?’

you were so confused because you had no clue what that was supposed to mean and typed back a simple ???

and one of your friends ten responded back pretty quickly and he was just like yeah, hendery apparently hates your guts rn so i suggest don’t run into him

you’re just like????? hUH????? who?????

he sends you a picture of himself and a whole group of others and he’s just like furthest dude on the left

you squint at your phone because wow ten you could have chosen a better picture or maybe screenshotted something huh

however once you recognize him, you’re like UH???? KnUcKLeheAD?

ten’s just like yeahh, apparently he found out about your story and has been asking everyone who you are

someone must have told him because ten sent you a screenshot of the story hendery posted that captioned your story with smth like

‘this person rlly don’t have anything better to do besides play therapist for their friends at a p a r t y :///’

you’re gaping at the message and it’s so bad you sit up from bed so fast with your phone in the tightest grip

like what??? and followed by that there’s another screenshot of another story that basically was some poll or something about whether or not you were fun or some lame-o

you were fuming at that and saw the username in the stories ten sent you and basically looked him up and found out who hendery was

your phone was practically thrown to the other side of the bed as you got ready for the day

part of you was so confused as to who sent him the story but you were also really confused as to why he’d just project you onto his as if you’d see it (which you did soooo)

and you found yourself complaining to your friends about it like who would do that??? it was a joke anyways and plus why does he care when you barely know each other???

they’re all on your side of it too since most of them had met hendery that same night or only knew a couple of the other guys and him by extension

your food was feeling your wrath as you chewed on it and your friends tried to find a different subject to talk about

“hey, did you transfer classes like you wanted?

you finally smile at that and give a satisfied hum to them

“yep, i finally got out of that blasted quantum mechanics class or whatever”

“why were you in that anyways?????”

you shrug and it’s just confusing to you because you were trying to get an elective course in but they decided to put you in a big science class where people with big brains and bigger egos liked to flex their knowledge and lord it over you when you didn’t understand

“doesn’t matter!! i’m in advanced hip hop dancing now! no more 8am lectures about one dimensional applications anymore”

“but you still have to wake up at 8am to walk across campus to the theatre rooms?”

“it doesn’t matter if you like what you do”

which was the best part since you took hip hop last semester and had some background in dancing before, so the instructor suggest you move to intermediate

but the worst part was the voice you heard behind you

“oh no way in-”

you whipped around and saw the shocked and irritated look on the one and only hendery

“you!” you pointed your fork accusingly at him and he has the audacity to look offended and point both hands at himself

“me???”

“yeah you! who are you to put me on blast to social media even though i’m a total stranger to you?”

“exCUSE ME?????!! the same goes to YOU!”

“tHE sAmE GoES tO YOu. it was a joke, especially by someone you barely know!!!! i didn’t want to have to see your face first thing in the morning to find out you got butthurt because you bonked your head as a kid and wanted to reenact that??”

hendery almost revolts backwards and holds a finger up

“first of all? do you think i’m happy about getting to see you first thing in the morning either??? and do you think i’d be happy seeing you at 8am every other day?”

you quickly put two and two together and you’re clenching your teeth

“you don’t mean-”

“yeah, see you in advanced hip hop, lame-o”

you (and practically the entire lunch room alkfnskfn) are left in shock as hendery takes his leave without even ordering food

you sit there in shock and think all of a sudden you might not like hip hop anymore

and you’re complaining about it to ten as he sits across from you at dinner, a couple hours after your lunch and having enough time to sit on it

“i should have taken modern dancing with you........ or maybe even ballet 3 with sicheng?”

ten only laughs and you scowl as he attempts to keep his snickers quiet

“you wouldn’t have lasted more than two days. you’d be itching to get your feet moving faster than they can get their toes pointed”

you roll your eyes because he’s right. one of the best parts of dancing hip hop was that you felt you could lose control of yourself in a more reckless way than the other styles of dancing could

“i hate it when you’re right?”

ten smiles at you and pats your shoulder from across the table

you’re just internally screaming that you have to wake up at 8am to see hendery’s dumb face again

“why is it because i’m right so often?”

“no, because i tend to owe you money because i lost the bet”

he snickers and then offers his student id to you

you take it questioningly and he pats the hand that has the id in it

“take it out at the dance studio. they’ve closed it from regular students after 9 since someone decided it’d be funny to steal one of the mirrors”

you roll your eyes but smile gratefully at him

“gotta love TAs with their magical access for ‘tutoring hours’”

“hey they’re actually convenient for when it doesn’t fit someone’s schedule!”

you’re already walking towards the door by the time he says that and you look back cheekily

“tell me that again when you haven’t used it for a private picnic date with someone you met on tinder!”

by the time you reach the dance studio you’re absolutely giddy and so glad you wore comfortable clothing to dinner so you didn’t have to go back to change

your giddiness changed when you already saw somebody in the studio

and as fate would have it, of course hendery had to be there, jamming out to some 80s hip hop song

before you could turn around and leave, he spun around during once of the dances and opened his mouth in shock

“there is no way-”

“save it! i’m just as shocked as you are”

he huffs and turns off the music and stands with his arms folded

“well?”

“well what?”

he makes a face and over exaggerates your irritated one with a “wELl WhAt?!?!??!!!?!?”

you set your jaw and mimic his stance but the awaiting look in his eyes told you everything

“i’m not here to apologize if that’s what you’re thinking” you put a hand and put your other on your hip before he could say anything

at least he had enough respect to listen to your cue even though he exasperatedly threw his hands in the air and huffed loudly

“and even if i wanted to, i wasn’t so immature to go around asking everyone about who made me cry because they laughed when i decided to climb a table and almost fall because it was slippery”

“i didn’t cry” he’s got this childish tone to his voice and you know better than to instigate but the fiery look in his eyes only lights up one of your own

“i can give you a reason”

you don’t even realize you’ve stepped in the middle of the dance floor until he huffs out a laugh and meets you in the middle where you have your hands on your hips defiantly and a cocky smirk on your face

he hates it and you feel so powerful seeing him seethe

it only adds to your satisfaction that he ends the stare down by walking away rigidly

however it quickly melds into confusion when he turns the music on again, this time to a more recent song on the radio and one of the songs you were thinking of dancing to actually

he starts walking again, but in circles around you

he adds a spin here and there and a little kick of the leg

“what are you, constipated?”

he takes your comment in stride and backs away again to give you the floor

“you obviously came here to dance, and if you’re all talk about it then why don’t you up me one?”

“gladly”

there’s a bite in your tone but there’s even more snap in your hips

you don’t miss the way hendery’s eyes trail up and down as you flow into another move

you smirk once he trails back up to your eyes and instead of looking caught he only smirks right back

it peeves you a little how confident he looked now and he slowly clapped once you finished up another spin

“not bad for a freestyle”

you hate how much his ego has been stoked and you hate how you absolutely know how much he absolutely seemed to live for your annoyance with him

you two circled each other for a while, none of you really knowing who started moving first and why you both continued

but it was you who stepped forward first, and he responded in kind and it would have been so off putting that you both were so close

when he chuckled at your determined gaze you could practically feel his breath against your face

you felt the anger bubbling in your core once the warmth hit your cheeks

but a closer look at his eyes showed you that he was definitely affected by your snappiness with him and the irritation was practically pooling in his irises

“you know, for someone who’s in advanced hip hop you sure don’t seem good at motor functions. you could barely stand at that party”

“you know, having fun tends to have that effect. but you wouldn’t know. nobody does anything with you besides stand against a wall and try to talk over the music. there’s a reason why the lyrics are the only words you’re supposed to be hearing”

normally you’d bite your tongue and walk away or tell him he’s being the immature one once again, but those words were dumb and it mad you livid

“funny, for someone who claims to move so well yet you haven’t really shown me anything”

in a flurry of motion, hendery has grabbed your arm and spun you around so that you fall hard into his chest

you can hear a huff of effort from him as he twirls you out again and then back into him but with his hand at your waist

his cocky grin makes you almost growl at him, but you were too shocked to say anything

“cat got your tongue?”

he releases you and then dusts himself off

“you know when you want to act up.......”

he gets in your face and the cockiness as dissolved into the pure annoyance that you are already familiar with from feeling it yourself

“make sure you’re not just all talk.” he turns and grabs all his stuff, but he waves over his shoulder before he leaves “see you in class”

and oooooOOOOOH do you see him in class the next morning

the instructor has greeted you since you transferred in the class two weeks in

they were glad you decided to come in even though the class was already working on some dances and it would take a couple classes to see where you were at since it’d been a while and also with a different instructor

so..................

“hi, i’m hendery. i’m the student instructor/TA, i’ll bring you up to speed”

and GOSH did you feel so angry for waking up at 6am to have breakfast and having to walk across campus in the cold morning air just to figure out you’d have to work 1:1 with hendery for a couple of classes

and he wasn’t too happy about it either

mainly because he had some of your friends on his tail for blasting you on social media and all of a sudden it was talk of the two friend groups and even in some other circles

but while he was getting told off for being immature about it and even about being teased about his clumsiness and somewhat recklessness (which got old real fast)

you were also getting constantly teased by your “boringness” but also some people had the audacity to actually stop inviting you to some things because they thought so

little did you know hendery was sort of in the same boat because they were afraid he’d break something and when he heard that boy did he really want to

and both of your indirect interactions with each other in that method only fueled the spite you had with the direct contact with each other

the next couple of classes you purposely would hit him with an arm when you had it swung out or maybe accidentally stepping on his toes

but he was also quick to make sure to “accidentally” not teach you the full dance to a song or even give you the entirely wrong song to dance to

but the instructor assumed that it was because you were logged from all the physics shenanigans so they wanted hendery to run it through with you during class

you were practically seething over a lunch with your friends about all of this and they gave you tired glances

ten was the only one who seemed unfazed, as he was the only one in the two circles with direct connections to both of you

“i just don’t understand why this keeps happening. if he just wasn’t so immature and keeps insulting me about my way of spending time with friends then i’d stop fighting back”

“but you started it”

“we didn’t know each other, ten! it was just some light jabbing” you scoff at that because it was just so annoying at this point “besides, he was so obnoxious in the first place”

ten gives you an encouraging pat on the back

you groan and say you haven’t been able to spend a good weekend of fun in a couple of weeks thanks to wary eyes or not knowing where the parties are

“didn’t know you could have fun~”

you also smack ten but his cheeky grin lets him get away with it, like it does every time

but he soon makes up for it by giving you the location and time of another party by a friend of his and that he’d be there to hang with you

by the time you got there he was already tearing it up on the dance floor after taking one too many

he was all the more excited to see you though and had jumped into your arms happily and was laughing the whole time

“hey, you made it! you won’t believe who-”

but he was whisked away before you knew it

so you left to get something to drink on your own

somebody you vaguely knew recognized you and started chatting with you on the way

“hey, haven’t i seen you around before?”

“yeah..... i think we took physics together?”

“oh right!!!! i remember, you transferred out right?”

you knew where this was going since they obviously wanted to sound smarter in this situation

they had been your lab partner and it totally sucked to hear them complain about having someone ‘not competent enough to do anything’ as a partner

you only nod and listen to them ramble a little more, looking for someone familiar to latch onto so you could leave this conversation

until you heard

“i didn’t know you went to parties”

“uhhhh....... what made you think that?”

they shrug and they look amused to keep making jabs at you

“well, i heard you were kind of a stick in the mud. not to mention you don’t really do much at parties, so i figured it wasn’t your scene”

“what? excuse me??”

“oh. well i thought since you were a little slow in class then you wouldn’t be doing anything besides standing around. the dorm’s more your place, yeah?”

before you can go off on the dude, the person’s shoved against the wall and they’re not going anywhere

especially when hendery’s face is in theirs

“that’s enough, buddy. you’re a little harsh, no?”

they give out a nervous laugh and look around to see if anybody is going to come to their aid, but the others have decided to keep moving and ignore what’s going on

you on the other hand are shocked to find that hendery’s here, much more that he’s defending you in a sense

“whatT? didn’t you...... you know, start all of this?”

hendery rolls his eyes but shoves a little harder

you hate to say it, but you were feeling pretty proud of this

“first of all, they did”

“hey!”

“but second of all, you’ve been skating on thin ice ever since you thought it’d be funny to start insulting someone as your first interaction”

“that’s RICH coming from you” and the person’s right, but they’re also toeing the line reeeeeal far with agitating hendery

“oh yeah? i didn’t realize how much of a stuck up twerp i sounded like before i heard those words coming out of your mouth”

you merely watch on and hendery takes a glance out of the corner of his eye to look at you

there’s a hard glare in his eyes but they soften a bit once you come into sight

you’re................... confused????

but you also recognize the anger in his eyes since the person also began jabbing at hendery, so you were prepared for his next line

“by the way... you hungry?”

“huh?”

and hendery had raised his fist up and the person recoiled hard

but it never made contact.....

they timidly looked up to see the fist

he scoffed and straighted out his clothes as he backed away

“yeah, don’t act though if it’s just that. an act”

he walks away from the person and heads for you

“come on, let’s get you a drink”

you just stand there as he searches around for an empty cup and fills it with water quickly before walking you outside

you didn’t need to be pulled along to follow with him

you wanted answers

by the time you’re outside you just give him an expecting look with your eyebrows raised and he seems almost frustrated to admit his thoughts

“what, cat got your tongue this time?”

he chuckles as he remembers that one instance in the dance studio together but he hums, thinking of his next words

“i mean, i’m not sure how else to phrase it”

“i can wait. i don’t do much besides not have fun anyways”

at this he hangs his head

“okay, well i do feel bad about that. i didn’t realize how harsh those words all sounded until it was being played back to me”

“it took this long to figure out why i was upset by it and not just me being a ‘stick in the mud’?“

he nods and you can see instead of irritation.... there’s sincerity in his eyes now

a.......... sudden, but also welcome change

“yeah... well! no, not really.......... i kind of thought it was childish to keep this whole fighting thing going on, so......”

“why keep it on then?”

he shrugs and looks away, almost like he was embarrassed

“i......... really, really............. really liked the fiery look in your eyes whenever we’d bicker”

you laugh at that this time

“you thought it was hot?”

he almost whines out a “kinda!” but then groans and mumbles

your mischievous look makes him throw his hands up and he’s frustrated again but this time there’s a civil air between you two.... almost...... flirtatious

“yes! i thought it was attractive most of the way through... but even when you’re not mad..... you’re still pretty cute”

you find yourself blushing even though you’re practically glowing in amusement, but then you find yourself turning practically red when he defends himself with an almost equally red face

“and don’t lie!! i know you think i’m attractive too. i saw the way you were eyeing me when i was telling that person off. i was all macho man and you were swooning!”

“i was not!”

“i literally said don’t lie, didn’t i!”

and you keep throwing bickering comments back and forth, but it’s amusing and you both...... like it

after a while there’s a silence in between you before you make a light jab at hendery.... only this time it’s in a soft teasing kind of way

one that the both of you can stand and put smiles on your faces instead

“so you weren’t too chicken to actually land the hit?”

“shut up, i’ll fight if i have to”

“aww, even for me?”

and he’s silent at that but there’s a slight tint of pink you can make out from the lights outside

he purses his lips and decides now is the time to make the move to patch things between you two

“i still think there’s apologies left to be said”

“from both of us?”

“..... yeah”

and you hate to admit that you’ve also been super immature about it, but you’re pretty glad that it’s getting moved past now

but it was so awkward to just do this so suddenly

he notices the tension in between you and decides to make the first move

“okay........ let’s just start over..... hi, i’m hendery. i’ve seen you before. i’m the TA of your advanced hip hop class, right?”

“right! i think i can recall you staring at my butt a couple of times”

“shut up!!” he pushes you slightly but his grin tells you he’s not that shy to admit it and he’s goofing around now “besides...... can’t lie you’re kinda cute though”

and suddenly there’s a crash behind the two of you and you see ten bounding his way for you

“i cannOT believe it, wow! the two of you together and not ripping each other apart. BUT I knEW this would happen”

and you just look at each other like ?????????? huh?????

“that you would look so cUtE together!!!!! everything turned out juuuust right, like i thought it would since the beginning”

and all of a sudden you both made ten explain everything to the both of you

because ten had shared the initial stories to the other person, not thinking it’d go down like this

but most of it was forgiven since you were more distracted by hendery leaning against the railing and having that as an excuse to wrap his arm around you

and you were practically leaning into his side since it was ‘too cold outside’ while you were listening to ten ramble on and on about how his plan ended up being messy but he was living for it

while the both of you gave him an earful about how setting the two of you up could have been done where you didn’t hurt each other’s feelings for so long, he shut you up quickly with a

“oh please, you two bickered like an old married couple. with the way you guys act just get married already! some of those sparks weren’t just angry, there was some love in there too!”

“ten!”

“and do NOT get me started on the sexual tension-”

“TEN!”

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messagefromtheveins · 6 years ago

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If Walls Could Talk Part 9

A/N: Not gonna lie, I’m really excited about the next few chapters! Enjoy :)

Words: 1616

Pairing: Shawn/reader

It was safe to say that things got better between Shawn and you ever since you had allowed yourself to get a bit closer to him again. The days were less tense and you actually started having movie nights again- which you had completely skipped- but both of you stayed on your respective sides of the couch. It was a relief, though. Living with him wasn't weighing down on your shoulders anymore.

You saw him approaching through the reflection of the mirror, stopping in the doorway behind you and leaning one shoulder against the wooden frame. His arms crossed in front of his chest, biceps flexing a bit as his gaze shamelessly trailed down your body. You felt your cheeks heating up under his eyes. "I didn't know you're using dating apps," he mumbled, so quietly that you almost didn't hear him. He had been in a weird mood ever since you had told him that you were meeting someone you had been talking to online for a few weeks now.

You sighed and shrugged while trying to stay concentrated on applying your makeup. "Well, now you know. I didn't think it's that important."

"Is that the same guy from the movies the other day?"

You forced yourself to keep a straight face, desperately hoping that he would never find out about your little lie that you still deeply regretted. You hoped he would forget about it rather quickly. "No, it's… it's another guy. Movie guy and I didn't really work, I guess."

He nodded and gnawed around on his bottom lip before he pushed himself off the doorframe and stepped further into the bathroom. Your heart started beating a bit faster as he stopped right behind you, so close that you would have to just lean back an inch before your back touched his chest. His calloused fingertips lightly traced over your exposed back, goosebumps instantly breaking out on your skin while he carefully brushed your hair over one shoulder. "Want me to drive you?" he asked and slowly pulled the zipper of your dress up, his gaze on your back before it met yours through the mirror again.

"That would be really nice."

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He didn't say a word as you silently walked into the apartment and immediately disappeared into your room, his eyebrows furrowing in worry. You had called him barely an hour after he had driven you to the restaurant where you were supposed to meet up with your date. He had immediately known that something was wrong, his heart heavy ever since you had quietly pleaded for him to come pick you up.

Pulling two bowls out of the cupboard and filling them with your favorite ice cream, he placed them along with two spoons on the coffee table in front of the couch before he made his way over to your room, gently knocking on your door. "Hey, honey. Can I come in?" he called. He didn't get an answer, his hand landing on the doorknob before he very slowly pushed the door open, leaving you enough time to tell him to get out.

You were standing at the window, your back turned to him and your arms crossed in front of your chest. The dress you had worn laid on the floor as you had replaced it with comfy sweatpants and a hoodie, heels carelessly kicked against the wall. He softly said your name as he approached you, his hands placing on your upper arms in a light touch as he pressed a kiss on the back of your head.

"Can you look at me?" he whispered, patiently waiting until you turned around to him after hesitating for a minute. He immediately frowned when he noticed the tears glistening on your cheeks, your eyes glassy. Reaching out, he gently cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing the tears from your cheeks.

Your eyes fluttered shut when he ran his hands through your hair, carefully working the tangled bits out and smoothing it down from when you hadn't bothered to fix it after changing your clothes. Taking a step closer, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and placed another kiss on the side of your head, feeling you cling to his waist and hide your face in his chest. You didn't have it in you to fight against him right now, knowing that you needed his comforting hugs and calming whispers. "Come on," he murmured and slowly pulled away from you again, taking one of your hands into his and tugging you out of the room, straight towards the living room.

You couldn't help the soft smile as you found the two bowls of ice cream on the table, looking up to him with still sad eyes, but the smile made his heart feel a bit lighter. "You're honestly the best, did I ever tell you that?" you asked and followed him as he sat down on the couch, taking the bowl that he handed you.

"Wanna tell me what happened?" he asked after you settled down beside him and eagerly dug into your ice cream.

You shrugged slightly, keeping your gaze on the bowl. "He didn't show up," you mumbled. "Left me waiting," you added before you breathed out a laugh and lightly shook your head, "I felt so stupid. Even my waitress started pitying me."

He could see how hurt you were even though you were currently hiding behind your strong facade. Biting his bottom lip, he placed his still half full bowl on the table before he turned his full attention back to you. "I'm so sorry about that, honey," he whispered and gave you an encouraging smile, "he really doesn't know what he's missing out on, you know?"

You shook your head with a light laugh. "That's really nice of you, but you don't have to say stuff like that because you feel like you have to."

"But it's true," he immediately responded without missing a beat, grinning when you raised an eyebrow at him. "I would've given anything to go out with you tonight," he confessed and watched as you leaned forward to place your empty bowl on the table. The blush that spread over your cheeks ignited a flame inside of him and before he could stop himself the words just came pouring out of him. "You looked so stunning. I would've treated you the way you deserve to be treated. God, I would've treated you like my princess," he added in a quiet, yet sincere voice that had your heart skipping at least two beats.

That was all it took for your walls to break down. Everything you had worked so hard for, all the times you said 'no' to him when you had desperately wanted to say 'yes', it was all for nothing. Every single wall came crashing down in that second. You were back at level one.

Your heart was racing in your chest as he looked at you with patient eyes almost like he knew that you were fighting an inner battle right now. It was so cliché, but with the way he was looking at you it was hard to think. And that was why the question fell from your lips before you even properly realized what you were saying. "Are you gonna kiss me?" Your cheeks went bright red within a second.

He seemed almost unbothered as he shrugged a little, but you could see the desire written in his eyes. "I want to," he whispered, his fingers trembling a bit against his knee. He couldn't believe that it had only taken one failed Tinder date for you to become the girl he remembered again and yet so much more, his heart racing at the mere thought of getting to feel your lips against his again.

The way you bit your lip and smiled had his insides twisting in anticipation, not sure if he was dreaming right now but also not wanting to find out. This had to be the best dream he had in a long time.

Shifting closer, he placed a hand on the side of your neck and let his thumb brush along your jaw as your features relaxed, your gaze not leaving his as you tilted your head up, the tip of your nose lightly brushing his. Both of you smiled at the simple touch, your eyes falling closed as he placed a lingering kiss right at the corner of your mouth. Though, right before his lips fully touched yours you suddenly remembered the pretty blonde girl from the coffee shop, presumably the same girl he had fucked just a few days later. Your mood dropped instantly, knowing that you couldn't do this again. You couldn't let him toy with your emotions again while he was having fun with other girls.

That was when too many things happened at once. Your phone beeped in the pocket of your hoodie right when you turned your head, hopefully making it look like that was the reason for his lips touching your cheek instead of your mouth. You didn't know if you could deal with the sad eyes when he noticed that he just got rejected. He quickly pulled back- his cheeks heating up in embarrassment- while you got your phone out, keeping your gaze down and not noticing how he stared at you with confused eyes, watching your every move.

He couldn't stop himself from looking at your screen as you unlocked it and opened the message you had received, his eyes widening and anger rushing through his veins as he read the name of your ex written on the screen.

"Why is that asshole texting you?"

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amarettoandhotchicken · 7 years ago

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A 48-Hour Trip to Tinder

11.21.17

I have been single by definition for just under 5 months now, and naturally some of my curiosity is starting to return. I don’t heal very fast or move on quickly, but I have been determined to take steps to not necessarily jump into a relationship, but learn how to move on and stop dwelling on my past.

Everyone that I’ve talked to about my relationship status always give me that semi-pity face and says, “You’ll meet someone here!” I’m inclined to believe them, but it is very hard to meet people when your best friend is your dog and the people you are most familiar with are 1) married 2) gay and 3) also a transplant from a different city. So you can guess that most of their friends are either already married, also gay, or...non-existent.

So I’ve taken it upon myself to try to meet people or at least talk to other men in a way that is not work-related or completely platonic on my end. Reaching out and making moves is completely out of my character so I thought...why not try one of these stupid, horrible, online dating apps?

I downloaded Tinder (just for the ease of it all) and set up my profile, assuming that I needed to choose photos where I was cute but not overly not-myself. I also only chose one photo with a friend, because I assumed that’s what other people might do. I tried for a semi-witty bio, but every time I read it I want to swipe left on myself.

So here we go into swipedom.

And honestly it’s every bit of gross as I expected it to be.

Tinder is endless profiles of men either posting what they think women want or posting things that show they obviously have no idea what women want. I do not claim to know what men want, mostly because I don’t have a man, but geez, I really don’t think either gender is that complicated.

I wish I had a count for how many guys I swiped through. After about three hours of swiping one evening, I had this horrible realization that this shit is addicting, not because I’m getting attention or the ever-so-flattering Super Likes, but because I essentially have a pool of men at my disposal to choose from in the most superficial way possible. What could go wrong?!? For me, it was thinking about my ratio of NOPES to right swipes which was probably about 100:1, not even joking.

The stereotypical man profiles can probably be grouped into just a few categories, most of which are unappealing.

Not My Kid Man: Guys know that chicks like kids. Guys think that putting a child in their picture will get them swipes. But guys are also adamant that “That’s my niece!!” If the thought of someone thinking you have a child is freaky, maybe don’t try to attract females that like kids.

The Chintleman: Either I’m vain or other people are stupid, but it’s general knowledge that taking a picture angling up from your belly to display your poor beard trimming and exact nostril shape is not going to get you any right swipes.

Dude Roulette: Kudos to you for being popular, but try to post a picture that actually allows me to figure out who I’m swiping on. Some profiles even posted multiple pictures of them with the same friend, which was either a compliment to the friend or an invitation for a menage a trois. I also sometimes found myself wishing I could swipe right on them only to ask about their friend...

Please Acknowledge My Masculinity Guy: You know these guys. Mirror selfies as they are flexing the arm not holding the phone. Laying in bed with one arm under their head to accentuate their huuuuge bicep. And occasionally the guy who pulls his gym shorts down far enough to hint at his partially-trimmed uninvited member. SNORE.

Blurry Boy: I swear these guys must have a 7 year old who follows them around with a camera and takes all their pictures while moving slightly because not a one of them is in focus. “Photography” is kept pretty simple these days - you don’t even have to fiddle with focus or aperture. For gods sake, man, post one clear photo.

Normal Blokes: Trying too hard to be normal, or actually just normal? I guess we’ll find out.

I keep wondering if Tinder was going to stop me swiping because I really felt like I had swiped through hundreds of people. Even after all of that, I have matched with 5 people and so far the conversations they have started have been vapid and uninteresting. “Hi. :)” Woohoo, Mike, did you work on that all night?

While Tinder was the most fun on Saturday evening when my friend and I were each half a bottle of wine deep, judging these guys (and listening to my friend squeal when I swiped left on dudes she thought were decent) will quickly lose its appeal. Though I am shy, I interact much better in person and I think I truly want a relationship that is cultivated from a moment or chance greeting rather than a swipe and a text conversation. From experience, digital relationships are hard, and I’m not sure I want to venture down that path again.

For now, I’ll leave the swiping to the Tindies that may feel like they are getting true fulfillment out of it rather than a cruel satisfaction of saying NOPE to a small county’s worth of men. And perhaps, just like last time, a guy will show up when I’m not looking for it.

Edit: RIP my Tinder app, 12/3/17.

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