One shots

The Officer (F×M)

ʸ'ᵃˡˡ ᴵ ʰᵃᵈ ᵃ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵈᶦᶠᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᵗ ᵖˡᵃⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᶦˢ- ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃˢ ᶦᵗ ᵖʳᵒᵍʳᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ᶦᵗ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵃ ˡᵒᵗ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵉᵐᵒᵗᶦᵒⁿᵃˡ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ᵖʳᵉᵖᵃʳᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ• ᴵᵗ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ᵃˡᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵈᵉᵍʳᵃᵈᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵃᵈᵈ ˢᵐᵘᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᶦˢ- ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵐʸ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐᶦⁿᵈ ʳⁿ- ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵒⁿᵉˢᵗˡʸ ᴵ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵏ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ᶜᵒⁿⁿᵉᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᶦˢ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵗᵒ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵗᵘʳⁿ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵉ ˡᶦᵏᵉ "ᵗᵉʰᵉ- ˢᵉˣʸ ᵗᶦᵐᵉˢ ⁿᵒʷ" ʸᵏ• ᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ °³°  ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᵗᵒ ᵈᶦˢᵃᵖᵖᵒᶦⁿᵗ- ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵃˡˡ ˢᵗᶦˡˡ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ ⁼⁾

Everyone loved my dad.

He was the best, I'll admit. I couldn't have gotten luckier in the Dad department if I had wanted to.

So when he passed away from cancer when I was 18, it was a struggle.

He was my only family-- his relatives cast him out for getting someone pregnant when he was only 15, and my mother never wanted anything to do with me. The only reason she followed through with the birth was the fact that my dad begged her to keep me-- despite her faults, she did love him.

I was still in school at the time, so I was beyond thankful when my dad's coworkers were willing to let me couch hop.

However, they all had their own lives, and that was hardly sustainable.

Once I graduated, they were all a bit more hesitant when offering up their houses.

Then, the new guy came.

I'd never seen him before, but he offered up his place in the blink of an eye. Permanently. He offered me a low rent, only 300 dollars a month, and I'd have my own room for the first time in close to a year.

I'm not an idiot, I knew there was some hidden motive, but I was desperate. I took it.

Several months in, and I still haven't found that motive.

Why? Because he is never home.

Dude is married to the job. At 21, he's made it his mission to have no life and no human interaction except what his job requires.

I've spoken to him about 3 times since we met. Otherwise, he leaves notes on the counter for me. Little things: telling me to make a grocery list, apologizing for eating my yogurt in a rush, asking me to pick up my stuff before the landlord comes for an inspection, pointing out the leftovers in the fridge, etc.

He takes all the overtime he can possibly get, makes sure he's out of the house when I'm home, and doesn't look at me when we do cross paths.

He is the single most infuriating, gorgeous man I've ever met.

I don't want a best friend, but it would be nice to interact with my roommate from time to time.

For once, though, his never being home is beneficial.

A couple work friends wanted to throw a mini bachelorette party for our manager who's getting married next week. None of them had the space or freedom, so I offered up my place.

I had no part in the planning, which I discovered was a mistake when they showed up with a game called "Pin the Junk on the Hunk", several penis shaped desserts, and penis straw toppers.

Music is playing loudly through a speaker, the lights are low, and the girls are in "bachelorette pajamas," which are really tank tops and cut off shorts they made us all wear, playing party games.