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colonelarr0w · 2 days

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I love your writing so much!!

Can I request some comfort Sukuna where he finally breaks down the walls around readers heart who has been hurt previously years before…reader made him wonder why they didn’t ever let him see them cry before and that bothered him.

Sypnosis - Love wasn't for everyone, you had long since accepted that fact. But ... were you really okay with being alone?

Warning(s) - None besides mature themes and some foul language.

A/N - Oh my god I loved this request so much. Reader is definitely a little bit too much like me in this one, but it's okay because at least she somewhat fixed her issues!

! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !

Love wasn't for everyone.

That was a hard pill to swallow, but it was one that you had swallowed after so many years of being constantly disappointed. One after the other, it was as if the heavens above were taunting you. Either that, or they were punishing you for some heinous crime.

Even though you wanted so desperately to experience what everyone else did; stolen glances, random flowers, gentle kisses, passionate sex, late-night dates … you had just come to the conclusion that no matter what you did, it just wasn't for you.

And you were okay with that.

Yet, it was annoying to then hear others come to you spewing their bullshit.

"You just haven't met the one yet!" "Don't worry, love will come to you when you least expect it."

"Trust me. The moment that you stop looking for love, it comes to find you."

"You're quiet," Sukuna says harshly, dropping his finished cigarette onto the ground and snuffing out its orange hue with the toe of his boot. Your head jerks upward, blinking for a moment before you clear your throat – you hadn't meant to fall into a daydream.

"Hmm? Oh, no, I'm okay," you answer quickly, lifting your own half-finished cigarette to your lips and inhaling. You hoped that the smoke would ease your nerves, but it seemed to have the opposite effect.

Sukuna's eyes roam over your figure, his mind taking notes on your expression and body language. Your eyebrows are pinched together, eyes flickering to look at anything but him, your lips are turned downward in a frown that he somewhat wishes would go away. Your shoulders are stiff, back standing as straight as a line. Your hands are shaking.

"Tch," he clicks his tongue, turning his body and half-stepping towards you. His fingers close over your wrist, pulling the cigarette away from your lips. "You're a shitty liar."

Your eyes cast themselves to the ground, embarrassment heating your cheeks. He falters, but he toes out your cigarette anyway, then turning to face forward again – he doesn't want to make you any more uncomfortable than you already are.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks after a beat of silence, hanging his arms over the railing of your apartment's balcony. Your eyes flicker to him for a moment, silently admiring the way that the moonlight illuminates his face and the tattoos inked into his skin.

"Nothing that would interest you."

Not when it comes to you. Talk to me, he wants to say. But the words fall dead on his tongue. He doesn't turn his head to look at you, only humming in acknowledgement.

Another beat of silence passes over you and Sukuna. It gets you wondering … did he even like being around you? After all, the only reason why he kept meeting you after work was because he had offered you a ride home. In return, you offered him cigarettes. A fair trade.

"Interesting or not," he hesitates, biting his tongue, "'s not good when you keep all that stuff in."

You freeze, hands tightening their hold on the railing as you stare out at the cityscape. Already you can feel tears beginning to gather along your waterline. You try your hardest to swallow them away, but nothing.

"I-I said it was fine," you manage to choke out, trying to subtly wipe at your eyes. Sukuna notices … he always did.

He reaches into his pocket for something, then nudging your arm with a handkerchief closed between his fingers. You take it, mumbling a quiet thanks before wiping your eyes with it. "I'm sorry."

Sukuna doesn't answer, he doesn't have to. It's more of a silent understanding that yes, something is bothering you, but in your own time you would open up to him about it. Maybe it wouldn't be tonight, maybe it wouldn't be tomorrow … but eventually, you would.

He shrugs in response to your apology. "Nothin' to apologize for."

Another beat of silence passes over you both, this one more comfortable than the last. Sukuna reaches into his pocket, taking out the cigarettes that you had given him. He opens the box with his thumb, hesitating on taking another one out.

You eye the box out of the corner of your eye … it was the only reason he even came into your apartment, wasn't it?

To your shock, he drops the box off of the edge of the balcony, watching it through half-lidded eyes as it falls out of sight. You turn your head to look at him, finding him already staring at you.

Neither of you say anything.

One minute turns into two, two into four, four into six.

"Y'know, I get the whole … wanting to be alone thing," Sukuna says, turning away from you so that he wouldn't have to look at your slightly pained expression. He leans further against the railing, gaze focusing on the blinking lights of a nearby billboard.

"You can tell yourself all you want that you want to be alone," he finally turns to you, "but do you really want that?"

You freeze, eyes wide like a deer that had been caught in headlights. Blankly, you stare at him, mind struggling to mull over what he had just asked you.

Did you really want to be alone?

"I-" You pause, swallowing the lump that had settled in the center of your throat. "I don't."

With that, Sukuna swallows all of his pride and tugs you into his arms. You fold into him, nails biting into the back of his leather jacket – the one that reeks of smoke and of must. But at the same time, those two comforting smells remind you that right now, in this moment, you aren't truly alone.

Do y'all want a part two of this? Or like a series of Sukuna and !Non-Trusting girlfriend?

#colonelarr0w #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen x reader #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna fanfiction #sukuna ryomen fanfiction #sukuna fanfiction

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carionto · 4 months

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The duality of Man, or triality? quadrality?

Alien to Human about New Human: Correct me if I'm wrong, but they appear abnormally large for your species?

H: Yea, he's a biggun alright, even without the EV suit I'd say... 7'3'', 310 pounds, bet he power lifts.

A: Umm... not to be rude, but, uhh... he seems, well... how should I put this...

H: Intimidating? Terrifying? Evil? Yea, if this station didn't have high screening standards I'd be totally pissing myself if he started walking towards me. The mohawk and eye tat totally make me believe he could snap me in two with a single glare.

A: I feel ashamed that my instincts are telling me to flee. I wish nature were easier to change.

H (shouting at NH): Hey buddy! Could you come over here for a minute please? You look awesome by the way!

A (whispering nervously): what are you doing?!?

H: Gotta overcome those fears somehow, I believe the best way is a direct confrontation.

NH approaches, somewhat slowly, looking around at all the other aliens in the station that are chatting, waiting around, or doing some work. He finally approaches A and H, and in a very deep and husky voice says: Um, hi, hello. T-thanks for the compliment, I, uh, was a little worried I would stand out too much here.

H: Oh you totally do, my friend over here is practically about to pass out from how much like a gothic viking of death metal you look.

NH: Oh no, I'm so sorry, I-I just grew up in Sweden-Delta and both my parents were huge into classic local music, so I just, uh... it's complicated. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare anyone.

H: Hey, relax pal, we're all good people here. Anyway, what you here to do? I'm planning on starting a bakery, still testing out what kind of flour most species here can actually stomach. My friend here is on the team working on Moon theft preventative measures.

NH: Oh, that's cool. I'm here as an exchange student with the department of applied astrophysics. If all goes well, I can finish my Bachelors degree remotely and stay here as an intern with the head researcher.

H: Oooh, that's cool. (so cool yea that you're apparently half my age but oh well guess I'm a big fat time waster like my father before me and oh god change the subject before I get depressed in front of strangers) That's a real big bag you got there, carrying some super secret science things, eh?

NH: Oh, that... uhh... guess it can't hurt to tell, security vetted it already anyway.

NH proceeds to unzip the bag and hold up a large white piece of clothing with light blue rings and accents, alongside a strange white cap with what looked like small fins, and a curious little backpack.

NH: It's uhh... um... my... Ika... musume... cosplay.... (oh gods I can't believe I said it out loud again)

After a moment of awkward silence, NH slowly puts on the backpack and presses a button on it's strap, and suddenly numerous light blue colored tentacle-like appendages sprout out from the backpack and move in line with NH's movements.

NH: I, uh..., got my engineering friend to make them articulate and interface with my contacts. I can make them do all sorts of things, like make various shapes and animals with them, though works best as a shadow theater.

H:...

NH:...

A now frozen out of confusion than fear:...

H: That's so

NH: (oh I know it's so lame, but I love that show)-

H: COOL! I don't know what a ika musume is, but those things look amazing. You said articulate? How precise can they be? I'd love to have something like that instead of my useless assistant. Poor lad can't make a piece of toast if his life depended on it...

NH: Y-you like it?

H: I LOVE those things. My daughter does cosplay too sometimes, but she makes her Dreadnought suits herself from scraps. One time the military came to our house and installed a limiter on the gauss cannon she found in a crash site, said it would otherwise start to generate small doses of radiation if used too frequently. But she replaced it with a handmade rail gun before the next convention. Do you go to those? Did you see a 7 meter tall hulking metal monstrosity with a bunch of candles all over? That was her.

NH: Oh, I think I've seen video of that, but no, not in person, I go to smaller events. I don't really like big crowds.

H: Oh yea, I get ya, you do seem a bit on the shy side now that we've been talking for a bit. Hey, no worries, like I said, we're all good people here.

NH: T-thanks, but I think I should be going now, the teacher is calling me over.

H: Oh yea, go ahead, didn't mean to take up so much of your time. Have a fun stay and I'm sure you'll ace that paper or theory? Or whatever astrophysicists do, you seem like a solid kid.

NH: Oh, uh, thanks. Good luck with your bakery. And you with stopping those weird people from stealing more moons. Bye.

H: Bye bye, come visit, don't be a stranger now, I'm set up just a short bit from the main lift on floor 14.

NH: R-right, I'll, uh, be sure to stop by soon.

A is finally able to process what they just heard and says: What was all that just now?

H: What? Just a friendly chat with what is apparently basically a kid. Man, this kid's got so much going on, while I'm almost 50 and I have an oven. Life, man, it can go in so many ways. Anyway, let's go grab a drink, I'm parched.

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merchelsea · 6 months

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can we go back? - oscar piastri

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!bestfriend!reader

summary: you and oscar decided to take a step forward on your friendship to become more and maybe that wasn't the right thing to do.

author’s note: i love oscar i had to write him

warnings: friends to lovers but also idiots who fell in love and can’t deal with it

masterlist

THURSDAY as you stood before the grand mirror in your room, you hurried to complete your makeup before oscar arrived. preparing for your first date was no easy task, especially when you were going out with your childhood best friend.

during all the years you spent together, that was the first time he actually seemed interested in being more than friends. it turns out he'd been harboring a crush on you since high school, though he had hidden it well.

you were filled with excitement, but a tiny part of you was also gripped by fear, worrying that things might go wrong.

you couldn’t give that thought space to grow into you, but it was there, in the back of your mind.

sooner than expected, there was a knock on your bedroom door, and when you opened it, you were greeted by a bouquet of white roses, your first ever. "oh my god, oscar, these are so beautiful. thank you," you smiled, genuinely touched. oscar was dressed in a white long-sleeved button-up shirt and beige shorts, looking as handsome as ever.

"you're welcome. I know these are your favorites, so I thought..." he began to explain, somewhat nervously. "well, I'm glad you like them," he finished, handing you your purse as you both prepared to head downstairs.

after finding a vase and placing the roses in water, you bid farewell to your mom and left the house. oscar had chosen to take you to lunch, a familiar choice to make the date feel less strange. there was no room for strangeness, not after taking this step forward.

upon arriving at the restaurant, the waitress promptly approached your table, leaving little room for conversation. you both ordered drinks first and decided to select your meals later.

you tried to get into every topic you could think of, both of you making an effort to keep a conversation, but it was just weird. it didn’t feel right. oscar looked like a whole different person.

you tried to engage in various topics, each of you making an effort to keep the conversation going, but something felt off. oscar seemed different, like a changed person. he was nervous, his usual habits absent. this wasn't the oscar you knew.

you wondered what might be going on in his mind but couldn't come up with a reasonable answer. finally, the waitress returned to take your food orders, but your meal was consumed in an uncomfortable silence.

it was frustrating to be sitting across from your best friend, sharing a meal in such awkward silence. "this is so strange," oscar commented once the waitress collected your empty plates. you nodded and managed a smile. "I'll pay, just to make up for putting you through this." he offered, reaching for his black leather wallet.

"no, you won´t." you protested, taking out your wallet as well, but he managed to snatch it away from you. "yes, I will!" he grinned.

after paying, he walked you home. in front of your door you invited him to come in, and he declined but stopped you from getting in as well.

after paying, oscar walked you home. at your doorstep, you invited him inside, but he declined, though he stopped you from entering as well. "hey, I'm sorry for this. maybe asking you out on a date wasn't a good idea..." he began, and your heart raced, fearing the break. "maybe I messed everything up," he continued, running his fingers through his hair. his words came out in a rapid stream, and you had to piece together the meaning. "not that I don't like you; I love you, but... this date didn't go as I expected."

love. he loves you. that was all your heart could hear and before you knew it you were smiling like an idiot.

“I don’t know what got into you but you were not my oscar in there.” you point your finger in the streets direction.

"I was trying to impress you, I don't even know. lando gave me some tips, and I just followed them. I guess it didn't work." the british might be skilled with women, but you didn't love oscar for his ability to please the opposite sex. you loved him for his care, his lousy jokes that always made you laugh, his habit of crossing his legs, and how he always maintained eye contact.

“oscar, I fell in love with my best friend, not with lando’s tips.” you took his hand into yours and with the other one, removed his sunglasses. “if you wanted to impress me you could’ve just been yourself.”

he squeezed your hand and remained silent while looking into your eyes. the sentence "i fell in love" playing in loop inside of his head.

"fell in love?" with his free hand he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"fell in love, osc." you placed your hand on top of his and caressed it with your thumb.

oscar smiled as much as he could before leaning in. he looked deeply into your eyes, just as your mother appeared, wondering why the door had been left open for so long.

"oh, I'm sorry. I just- you two continue whatever you were doing." she rushed in with a grin planted on her lips, as she had been fantasizing about the two of you getting married since he took you to prom.

"oh my god." oscar laughs. "she's going to call my mum." you chuckled. "she absolutely is."

you both stood in an akward silence for a while, uncertain whether to pick up where you left off or not.

"i should probably go." oscar said, not wanting to but feeling the need to.

"yeah, you probably should." agreeing was the last thing you wanted to do, but what more could you do? "when will you leave for the US?" you asked, trying to make sence of the timeline.

"this sunday. my flight is at 4 p.m." you nodded, and he indicated his intention to leave. your mind wanted to stop him, but your body felt paralyzed.

"well, goodbye, osc."

"goodbye, y/n."

SUNDAY you rushed into your car, determined to get there as quickly as possible. making a last-minute decision was already risky, but this one was even riskier. if you missed this opportunity due to overthinking, you'd never forgive yourself.

oscar would be leaving in thirty minutes, and with the distance between your house and the airport, you were unlikely to make it on time.

but what would this world be without a little faith? you had to believe.

that "believing" might result in a few traffic violations for running red lights and overtaking where you sh(c)ouldn't, but you were undeterred. when you finally reached the airport, you rushed inside, scanning for a papaya-colored shirt, not even certain if he was wearing one.

your watch displayed 4:46 p.m., and you quickly realized you wouldn't find your long time bestfriend anywhere. you reluctantly accepted defeat and returned to your car; you were too late.

closing the door of your bmw, you heard a brake noise coming from your left and shoot your head in that direction. your eyes fell over a papaya colored shirt and its owner. oscar was right there.

you immediately hopped out of the car and hurried toward him. he was beginning to sprint, trying to catch that plane, so you yelled his name before it was too late again.

the McLaren driver turned to face you, initially looking puzzled but breaking into a smile once he realized it was you. "what the hell are you doing here?" he asked, walking toward you. you wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug.

"I need to talk to you," you whispered, and he closed his eyes, savoring the moment. realizing he had indeed missed his flight, you both decided to head to a coffee shop a short distance from the airport. oscar ordered a much-needed coffee, and you asked for a bottle of water.

"you don't want anything to eat?" he asked again.

"if I eat now, I might throw up," you replied, your nerves being a wrcking mess on your system. the thought of almost kissing him and then not speaking to him left you in turmoil. you couldn't help but imagine what life would be like without him, and it was a depressing thought.

"you can't get into that plane without having a proper conversation about what happened." you demanded, panic evident in your voice. "what would you do if you hadn't lost it? never talk to me again?"

you knew he could never do such thing, but the mere thought of that made you sick to your stomach. he remained silent, not wanting to overstep.

"why the hell did you leave, that day?" you asked, bewildered.

"why the hell did you let me leave?" he retorted.

"i couldn't stop you."

"you know you could. one word and i would have came back. you know that."

"it didn't seem like you wanted to stay." you replied, a hint of frustration in your voice.

emotions were running high, and no matter how heated the words felt, you were getting closer and closer, with onlookers easily sensing that this was not a "I'm going to slap you" kind of proximity.

"I damn sure wanted to," he admitted, his eyes shifting between your eyes and your mouth. your eyes betrayed you when they did the same.

as the emotional tension grew between you and the papaya driver, the coffee shop around you seemed to fade into the background. the undeniable chemistry and connection you shared couldn't be ignored any longer.

without another word, you closed the distance between you, capturing oscar's lips with yours. the kiss was filled with all the unspoken words, the longing, and the pent-up emotions from the past. it was a moment of pure clarity, a confirmation of the love that had been silently brewing for years.

when you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless and wide-eyed, caught up in the electrifying moment. it was a defining point in your relationship, marking the transition from best friends to something deeper and more profound.

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sailorsenshishitposter · 3 months

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Dante x Reader

In which you are the pizza delivery man. Enjoy.

It was 3 AM and you had no idea why you couldn't just go home already. You worked at a pizza joint that the higher ups insisted on having open 24/7. You were on the night shift but you were so bored. After all, who orders food at this time of night? You were fiddling on your phone while your boss came in, surprising you.

It turns out that some mad man actually had requested delivery so you would need to head out once the order was finished being prepared. Twenty minutes later and you grabbed your coat along with the pizza box. "They don't pay me enough for this..." You entered your car and looked down at the handwritten note. "Who the hell doesn't even give an address? I'm supposed to drive all over Red Grave to find some place called Devil May Cry?"

You groaned. This would be a long night. Fourty five minutes of driving and you realized that the place must be in the bad part of town. "No wonder the guy didn't give an address. Who wants to get mugged or stabbed? I better make this quick!" Luckily you kept a pocket knife on you just in case a situation should arise. Another twenty minutes and you finally saw the giant, neon sign.

You glanced at the street to make sure you weren't going to be attacked by some crack head and end up on a world star video. "All clear." You were somewhat relived. "Now to get this over with so I can go home!" You made your way to the door and knocked. No response. "You've gotta be kidding me!"

You went to bang again this time but the door opened and your fist collided with a huge chest. It was so squishy that the recoil knocked your arm backwards, causing you to punch yourself in the face. "You okay man?" You waited for stars to leave your vision so you could get a good look at whatever the hell you just hit. It seemed to be a man in his fourties maybe? You weren't exactly sure how old but his hair was already gray.

He then woke you out of your thoughts. "Oh man. Is that a black eye? I've got some ice if you want it." You shook your head and told him you were fine. You would just be happy as soon as this nightmare was over. "My names Dante by the way." Dante? The same Dante who frequently called up your work over fifty times per week? The employees shuddered whenever they had to slave over another one of his exhausting orders.

"No olives right?" You remembered the last time a coworker accidentally added that ingredient. It's been three months since they were last seen. You opened up the box hesitantly and prayed to every God you could think of. You eventually opened your eyes. Thank God it was just pepperoni. "No olives sir."

You calculated his total and then told him the amount due. "Look, here's the thing. I don't really have money right now. Can I pay you some other way?" Now you were pissed. Who the hell orders food without any money! You then felt your hand be pressed to Dante's Tarzan style. That's when you finally took notice of what he had been wearing. A red thong with a matching velvet, bath robe.

He then started palming your crotch with his other hand. "Now that I think about it, I'd like to add some sausage to my order if you know what I mean..." You were too stunned to move or speak. "I thought this shit only happened in movies!" Just before he could continue, you heard a loud scream from upstairs. "DANTE I SWEAR ON MOTHER'S GRAVE THAT I WILL STAB YOU AGAIN IF YOU DON'T STOP HARASSING THE DELIVERY BOYS! NOW SHUT UP AND LET ME ENJOY WILLIAM BLAKE IN PIECE!"

More shouting soon followed. "HE'S DOING IT AGAIN! HOW MANY TIMES DO WE HAVE TO TEACH YOU THIS LESSON OLD MAN!" Soon Dante was being dragged away by a younger man who coincidentally also had the same hair colour. He pulled out a robotic arm somehow (you weren't sure why you were still surprised at this point) and switched it with a can of raid.

"FUCK YOU!" Soon Dante was knocked out and laying unconscious on the floor. The younger man then took notice of you. "Shit, sorry about that. How much did he owe you?" He soon pulled out a wad of cash that was at least three times the size of the bill. The man looked at you with a face that said "please don't call the cops!" He shut the door and you went back to your car, trying to process the events you just witnessed. You were never going to be able to enjoy pizza again.

#shitpost #crack fic #devil may cry #dante x reader #himbo dante #dante sparda #devil may cry x reader #In which you delivery pizza to Devil May Cry #Vergil and Nero join in at the end #he asked for no olives

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munsonslove · 2 years

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I was wondering if you could write a smut about Eddie and his girlfriend on Halloween. She wants to be Eddie, so she wears his hellfire shirt with fishnet tights and either a black skirt or shorts over it, with combat boots. If the reader could be plus sized and gains confidence with this Halloween look that would be great, but if not that’s okay too! (Inspired by your angel devil smut) But could Eddie be the dominant one in this?

Late to the Party

(18+ only)

a/n: happy halloween y'all! this idea is super cute so i hope i did it justice xx

summary: Eddie's girl decides to go as him for Halloween as a surprise.

wordcount: 2.4k

tags/warnings: fem!plussize!sub!reader, softdom!Eddite, smut, established relationship, light bondage, praise kink, unprotected p in v penetration, no use of y/n

“Alright, I’m leaving now,” your boyfriend’s muffled voice says through the speaker of the telephone, “I’ll see you in fifteen, sound good?”

“Perfect,” you reply. You were mostly finished getting ready for the Halloween party tonight, there was just one final touch needed. “Hey, can you bring the cuffs?”

“Why?” he asks, his tone turning low and raspy. You can hear the flirtatious smile in his voice. “You wanna have some fun before we leave, baby?”

“No, horndog,” you scold jokingly, “I need them for my costume.”

“Oh god, please don’t tell me you’re being a cop,” he says, “Is that why you didn’t want to tell me?”

You laugh at his distress. “No, you doof. Not a cop, but you’re not getting any more hints! I told you it’s a surprise.”

“Fine. Just know the suspense is killing me,” he complains. “By the way, did you ever find my vest?”

“Yup, it was under my bed,” you answer, “Guess you just didn’t look hard enough. It’s a good thing you’re cute.”

“Ha ha,” he deadpans. “I could’ve sworn it wasn’t there though… Weird. Anyways, guess I’ll get going. See you soon, babe. Love you.”

“Love you too!” you say before hanging up. The truth is, his denim vest wasn’t under your bed. You had gotten up and hidden it during the night so that he’d be forced to leave without it this morning when he crawled out through your window. It wasn’t like you to lie to Eddie, but the garment was an integral piece of your plan for tonight. You were going as your boyfriend for Halloween.

The idea came to you late one night, months ago when your relationship was still fresh. Eddie had snuck you out and driven you to Lover’s Lake. Despite it being summer, the air held an unexpected breeze that left you shivering. He noticed right away, and shrugged his jacket off to wrap it around your shoulders. At first, you felt an ugly wave of self consciousness. The girlfriends you see on TV and in movies would have been able to simply wear their boyfriend’s jackets, but considering your arms were bigger than his, you knew they wouldn’t fit in the sleeves comfortably. Your man always had a way of putting your anxiety at ease though, and you forgot all about any embarrassment when he caressed your face and said that you looked like ‘a prettier version of him’.

That throwaway comment led to this moment, looking in your bathroom mirror and smoothing down your new skirt. It was shorter than you’d ever worn out in public, but you were doing this for your Eddie, and he always said he’s a sucker for your thighs. Still, you can’t help but feel somewhat silly. Since the vest didn’t have sleeves, you were able to slip it on- but it obviously didn’t fit you as loosely as it did him. Fortunately, the Hellfire shirt tucked into your skirt was slightly baggy on you (as per requested when Eddie offered to make you one), so that helped to quiet your confidence issues. The rest of your costume consisted of black combat boots, fishnet tights, a black bandana, and some of the rings Eddie had gifted you from his own personal collection. On the counter by the sink was a belt you planned to wear tonight, waiting for the handcuffs you were going to use in place of a buckle. Once that was settled, your outfit would be complete.

You spent the fifteen minutes it took Eddie to drive his van from the trailer park to your house fidgeting with your hair and wondering if you should apply more makeup. When you heard a familiar pattern of knocks, you called out ‘it’s open!’ and listened as he let himself in and looked around for you.

“Where’re you hiding, babe?” he called out with a relaxed laugh. “You’re not gonna try to jump out and scare me, are ya?”

“In here,” you replied while sticking your arm out the partly open bathroom door. “Hand me the cuffs so I can finish and show you!”

Heavy footsteps get closer and closer until cold metal slips into your hand. Once you grab a hold of it, you retract your arm and slam the door shut, shaking your head at his whining about wanting to see you already. He had graciously unlocked them for you, but threading them through the tight leather belt loops still took a little work. After you were done and satisfied with the way it looked, you fastened it around you where the waistband of your skirt laid and exited the bathroom.

Eddie had left the hallway in the time it took for you to fix up the belt, but you were able to find him easily in the living room. He stood facing the TV that was still playing the ‘A Nightmare on Elm Street’ tape you rented, and he was absentmindedly watching it while swaying his hips and waiting for you. The sight of him in his vampire costume made you chuckle. It was just his usual clothes with a knee length satin cloak and plastic fangs (which were held in his crossed arms instead of being worn). The cloak was black with bright red lining, and had an exaggerated collar that used hidden wires to stick up by his ears. His face lit up and broke out in a smile when he heard you laugh. He looked up from the TV excitedly, but his jaw dropped instantly and his hands dropped the fake teeth when he saw you. Eyes raked you up and down, taking an especially long time to go over your stocking-clad thighs.

“You’re… me?” he finally says, eyes full of adoration and the smile returning to his face.

“Surprise?” you reply, your shyness still lingering despite his seemingly positive reaction. “I thought it’d be kinda funny… but if you think it’s dumb I could always change.”

He doesn’t like that suggestion at all, and immediately surged forward to wrap his arms around you. “Don’t you fucking dare,” he says as he tackles you down onto the couch.

As you fall down onto the cushions, you screech in shock and burst into a fit of giggles as your boyfriend pecks short kisses all over your face and neck.

“You’re so hot. You’re gonna be the hottest girl at the party. You’re the hottest anywhere we go,” he says in between kisses.

“So you really like it?” you ask, though the worry you had has melted away.

“Like it? I love it!” he answers. “Now every single person there will know exactly who you belong to.”

“Eddie, we’re gonna be late!” you complain halfheartedly. In reality, you wanted him to keep going.

“I can be fast!” he promises, “Just give me twenty minutes, babe. You know I can make you feel so good with twenty minutes.” You make a mental note to wash the couch cushions when you get home tonight.

Knowing that you were looking forward to the party, he really does try to be fast. Right away, Eddie sits you up and slides the vest down your arms and the t-shirt up your torso. Then, he reaches behind you and unclasps your bra before practically ripping it from your body. Now that you’re bare from the waist up, there’s nothing stopping him from partaking in one of his favorite pastimes. His lips connect once more to your neck and travel down past your clavicle to your chest. He gently pushed you to be laying down again, continuing his kisses down your body. The space heater in the living room was turned off since you were expecting to leave as soon as you showed off your outfit, so the cool October air drafting in through the cracked windows contrasted by Eddie’s warm presence above you felt magical.

“Gonna let me have my way, baby?” he whispered against your heated skin, his voice low and raspy. “Gonna let me do whatever I want to you?”

Lowering your inhibitions and releasing your control, and knowing that your partner has you and will take care of you, that was the best part of sex in your opinion. Luckily, Eddie’s opinion was the exact opposite, so your relationship worked perfectly.

“Yes,” you moaned, ready for whatever he had in store for you. “God, Eds. Need you so bad.”

Eddie reaches into his back pocket to retrieve a set of keys that you recognize from many steamy nights (and mornings and afternoons). He unlocks the cuffs you fashioned into a buckle and pulls them off of you, letting the leather belt fall without care. You’re completely pinned by his weight as he sits on top of you with his knees bent at your sides, and he stares down at you with excited eyes as he tosses the keys onto your coffee table. He grabs your elbow and lifts your arm up, then takes the now opened cuff and positions it at your wrist. There’s a subtle clicking as he closes it, keeping one of his fingers between your skin and the metal so it wouldn’t be too tight. When one side is done, he moves to the other, repeating the same process.

“They’re not too tight, baby?” he asks when he's done. “It doesn’t hurt?”

You wriggle your wrists to check. “No, they’re okay.”

He shuffles down until he’s sitting between your legs and spreads them apart. It’s hard to get a good look at him from this angle, but you’re pretty sure you hear him undo the button on his jeans. The sound of a zipper reaches your ears, and then you can feel him shimmy his pants and boxers down to his knees. Instead of pulling your skirt and stockings down, he lifts the fabric up to your belly and threads his fingers in the holes of the fishnets. There’s a quiet ripping sound as he tears the netting of the crotch wide open.

“Eddie!” you exclaim.

“What?” he laughs, “Your skirt will cover it. No one else but me is gonna be getting into these pretty little panties, anyway.”

Ignoring your grumbling, he pushes your panties to the side and rubs his thumb up and down your slit, simultaneously stroking his dick with his fist. Your breath hitches in your throat as he lines his head up with your entrance and just waits there, pressing against your hole but offering no relief.

“Eddie,” you whine, “please. Don’t tease.”

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he apologizes insincerely, “just wanted to hear you beg all pretty for me one more time before I filled you up.”

Finally, he pins your bound wrists above your head as he pushes into you with one deep thrust and starts pumping in and out. He wastes no time starting out slow when you’re already this wet and willing, but speaking from experience you know that he’s holding back. Even still, the pace he sets has you moaning loud enough that you briefly worry about the neighbors until one of his hands moves to rub your clit. His fingers masterfully circle it in just the way he’s come to learn that you like. Tension builds up slowly, and you can feel all your muscles clenching in anticipation.

“I’m gonna cum,” you warn, instantly regretting saying anything. He would surely not let you cum without permission.

“Hold it,” he demands, no hint of leniency in his tone. Typical.

“Fuck,” you whine. “Please, Eddie, please!” The man above you simply rolls his eyes with a smirk.

He leans down to kiss you, but doesn’t take any pity on you. “Sound so pretty, baby,” he coos at you softly when he pulls away. “Feels good right? Being mine?”

“So good,” you answer truthfully. As big of a tease as he is, he knows with confidence that you’re in complete ecstasy. “Please, I wanna cum so bad.”

“Just a little longer, sweetheart,” he promises. “You can do it. You’re my good girl.”

And damn him, he’s fully aware being called that only edges you further. “I- I can’t Eds-”

“Yes, you can,” he cuts you off, “It’s tough, huh? You just want your pretty little cunt to be leaking my cum already, don’t you?”

“Y- yes,” you respond weakly, nodding your head while scrunching your eyes closed.

“But you have to be patient,” he orders, amused with your desperation. “Because you don’t have a choice, pretty girl. I’m in control.”

All you can do is continue nodding as you hopelessly tense up in an attempt to hold off your impending orgasm. You start squirming underneath him, trying to focus on the friction of your polyester couch rubbing against your netting covered legs instead of the euphoric sensations forcing you closer to the metaphoric finish line. He pumps into you approximately ten more times before he finally tells you exactly what you need to hear.

“Okay, baby. Cum for me.”

Suddenly, a fuse blows, and electricity pulses through your body. The combined stimulation of your clit and repeated pounding on your g-spot lead to an orgasm that is both intense as well as deep and full bodied. Your toes curl in your boots and your wrists strain against the metal cuffs harshly in a way that will surely leave behind marks.

“Fuck, Eddie!” you cry out, unable to really put words to what you’re feeling.

“Yeah, me too,” Eddie replies, quieter but sounding just as wrecked, as he releases into you.

It takes a few minutes for you to feel like you’ve fully come back to Earth, and when you catch your breath, your boyfriend is collapsed on top of you. His nose is buried almost uncomfortably in your neck, but the closeness that grants you makes it more than worth it.

“Alright, handsome,” you say after finding your voice, “Up and at ‘em. We’re getting dangerously close to being too late for ‘fashionably late’”.

Eddie groans against your shoulder but gets up anyway, pulling out slowly and swiping up any of his seed that leaked out only to finger it back inside you. He’s humming contently to himself as he works on freeing your wrists and helping you get your costume back to looking presentable. The entire time, a satiated smile never leaves your face. ‘I love you’s are exchanged as you both exit through the front door.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things smut #stranger things fanfic

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livfastdieyoung69 · 1 year

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Jeff Hardy x reader where he finds someone who is extreme just like him

2 EXTREME 4 the EXTREME

The crowd was silent, buzzing with anticipation. Y/N could hear a scream of their name over the barricade, a hand coming out in front of them from the spot on the cold, concrete floor. Their opponent was laid out on the flattened announcers’ table, a referee screaming out to the count of ten from all the way inside the ring. Y/N squeezed their eyes shut, the taste of blood filling their mouth, the thick liquid dripping down from a forehead wound in reminder of the injuries they faced from the past actions of throwing the other person and themselves through the now broken table placed inside one of the ring's corners. The ref was at 7 now. Their eyes shut again, lids crinkling in force.

“Come on. Gotta get up, come on.” Y/N whispered to themselves but their body still refused to move. The plush, red barricade behind them rattled as fans hit against it in a way to show their love. It seemed to be even brighter when they opened their eyes once again, the stadium cheering a little louder while they stumbled to their feet. They looked down at their opponent as the ref counted to 8 before turning to face the ring and lazily diving under the bottom rope and coming back out again, forcing the ref to restart his count.

“ONE!” Y/N fell onto their knees, pulling the fabric on the sides of the ring up, pulling out the only table remaining. The crowd yelled, Y/N’s own adrenaline meshing with theirs.

“TWO!” The ref moved to face the announcers table, now only speaking to one instead of both wrestlers. They pushed the table into the ring, looking back over to their rival who seemed to finally be waking. A sigh left their mouth, moving quickly to set up the flimsy piece of wood, before finally taking a few lung-filling breaths.

“THREE!” They continued in simply breathing, before becoming sick of waiting and turned to their combatant, watching as JR tried bad mouthing them back into the ring.

“Come on!” Their opponents attention was ripped away from JR and now moved to the form standing in the ring. “You fuckin scared now? Come on, get in the goddamn ring!” The ref only reached five before they jumped back into the ring and ran right into a suplex, Y/N throwing their body through the second table.

“ONE, TWO, THREE!” The crowd counted along with the ref and erupted into cheers as Y/N jumped up, celebrating their victory before limping over to the ramp trying not to look too injured. The curtain into the gorilla was pulled back, revealing whoevers match was next and plenty of staff, along with Lita who had been waiting for Y/N’s match to finish. Lita rushed over to the exhausted superstar with an icepack, much more concerned for their well being than they seemed to be.

“Oh my god, I love you so much, Lita.” Y/N let their gratitude be known as they took the ice pack and sat in an uncomfortable steel chair in order to hold it against their back.

“I really don’t know how you do all of this stuff, like I get that its fun to jump around every once in a while, but every single second of every single match? Really, Y/N, I don’t think you’ll be able to bend over by the time you’re thirty!” It was nice to have someone worried, but Y/N wasn’t really listening to Lita as their frustration grew, the chair causing the ice pack to keep sliding down their back. Instead of holding it up, they flopped onto the ground, the icepack perfectly on their lower back.

“Get off the goddamn floor! God, I love you but no wonder why Matt’s always so stressed all the time,” Y/N was new to WWE, recently coming from Big Japan Wrestling, known for their extreme antics that even stuck out in a very extreme company. Now, in a much bigger company with fewer high-flyers and risk takers, it was easy to gain attention from the fans and the love of the only other person in the women's division with a somewhat similar style.

“That boyfriend of yours? What the hells he got to do with me?” Although they got along very well with Lita, Y/N didn’t really talk to very many other people so they weren’t too familiar with the Hardyz.

“You totally act like Jeff! And don’t say you don’t know who that is cause I see you staring at him all the time.”

“That's definitely not true at all.” Before Lita could argue back to the obvious lie, Y/N made her concentrate on something else. “Speaking of, here comes your boy.” Lita rolled her eyes but turned around.

“Lita, I would really appreciate it if you would tell Jeff that there is no need for him to do a Swanton tonight and then another one off a goddamn ladder on Heat.” Matt spoke with a tension filled tone in his voice while he pointed back to the younger man behind him who scoffed at the accusation.

“Jeff, you should not do that.” Lita repeated what he had definitely already heard, Matt turning to face him with an “i-told-you-so” expression.

“Personally, I think that’d be pretty sick.” Y/N spoke, looking up at the brothers from their spot on the floor. Lita looked down with the look a scolding mother would give, Jeff breaking out into a grin at their agreement.

“Why are you on the floor, Y/N?” Matt asked in confusion.

“Cause my back hurts.” They spoke as if it were obvious with a shrug.

“I told you it works.” Jeff spoke from his brother's side, earning a very hard side-eye. “I’m Jeff by the way. I watched your match, it was really great! Y’know, I was thinking, um, we’ve got a pretty similar style, would you maybe wanna bounce some ideas off of each other or something?” Jeff’s grin widened at the sight of Y/N’s as they bashfully took his praise.

“Well, I think I’ve got a concussion right now, but in the future, I think that would be very nice.”

“You weren’t looking at him, huh?” Lita interrupted the pair moment, her eyebrows raised in amusement.

“Shut up, Lita!”

put in the work, put in the hours and take whats ours 💪💪 this took way too long but I’m actually pretty happy with this😁 Jeff’s return def gave me some hope 🙏 mostly gender-neutral but I did make a refrence to Y/N being on the womens roster

in my mind Lita and Matt are extreme but Y/N and Jeff are just battshit crazy also i couldn’t help but make lita and matt in love I just watched the episode where he first kisses her i love them so much

#jeff hardy imagine #jeff hardy x reader #jeff hardy‼️‼️#put in that little heat refrence for rita love u <3 #wwe #wwf #lita #i love her #so much #jeff hardy #wwe smackdown #LIV writes;*!

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Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead - gimme that sweet sweet grumpy tiefling man please

Rolan sat down next to Francine on the bench and read over what she had already finished translating. The fact that she would draft out the translations on a separate piece of parchment wasn’t lost on him, and he greatly appreciated how neat it made the final drafts.

Setting aside her work, he looked over at Francine. She remained focused on her current task, as though Rolan were just another magical bauble, tome, or scroll that would be assessed at a later time. Not that he minded. There was something romantic in seeing her pour over pages of script and look so engaged. It made his heart ache in the most wonderful way.

“Francine? Francine?”

Nothing. Not a single word. She was miles away in some ancient and forbidden realm, breathing new life into histories forgotten by time.

Rolan sidled up right against her. “My heart?”

“Mm?” She looked at him, suddenly shocked back to reality. “When did you get here?”

Carefully tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, he smiled at her. “I finished reading over the books we got down from the Abjuration section. And I think it’s time to call it a night. Yes?”

Her eyes flitted between him and the work before her. “I just have one more scroll. I’ll finish it, then come to bed. You go on without me”

Rolan wrapped his arms around her. “I think I will make myself your personal nuisance while I wait.”

“As though you haven’t been my very own personal nuisance for as long as I’ve known you?”

“Ah, yes. Of course. I was the one forcing my way into your business while you kicked and screamed first in an idyllic grove, and then again while depressed and drunk in a shadow cursed nightmare.”

“Very accurate,” she laughed, pressing her forehead against his. “Let me at least make a note about where I am.”

“You’re welcome to try.” He leaned away, tilting his head slightly as he held her gaze. “Maybe I’ll start with a few dozen kisses to your cheek and see where that takes me.”

“For free translation services I’m only afforded cheek kisses?”

“Come to bed.” He quirked an eyebrow.

Francine mirrored his expression then turned away from him to make some quick notes. However, before her quill even touched the parchment, a warm hand caressed the side of her neck. He kissed her temple softly, then trailed several more kisses down to her cheek.

“Come to bed.”

Francine’s face burned. And as she began to talk back, Rolan stole a kiss.

His lips lingered against hers. “Come to bed, please.”

“Did you know that you are unbelievably stubborn?”

He nodded, kissing her again more deeply.

“And irritating.” Her voice trembled slightly, as Rolan’s thumb brushed against her ear.

Just when Rolan was about to kiss her a third time, a different voice interjected.

“And he’s got a big ego.”

Both Rolan and Francine turned back to see Lia wearing a somewhat disgusted expression.

“He’s very bad at picking places for romantic trysts as well.” She pointed over her shoulder. “That? Oh, that's just my room. Would love to relax there without seeing my brother do this.”

Not far away, Cal poked his head out of a different room. “Oh gross! Was he being flirty again?”

Rolan held his face in his hands and let out a muffled scream.

Francine cleared her throat, trying not to laugh. Standing, she tugged lightly on Rolan’s sleeve. “Goodnight, Lia.”

“Goodnight, Francine.”

Still tugging a mortified Rolan along, Francine waved goodnight to Cal as well.

“Don't encourage them,” Rolan hissed.

“Oh don’t be like that Rolan,” Cal teased.

Rolan said something under his breath and both Lia’s and Cal’s doors slammed shut simultaneously.

Francine gave him a sidelong glance, smirking.

Unable to handle her silence for longer than a few seconds he bit back, “What?!”

“It’s just that you got what you wanted,” she laughed. “I’m coming to bed.”

“Gods, you’re impossible.” He hid his face in his hands once more, attempting to compose himself.

“I could go back to translat—”

“Absolutely not!”

#voxel's writing #francine harjo #bg3!francine #frankie & rolan #rolan bg3 #rolan/tav

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zzoguri · 8 months

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[part three] of linked arms and bruised hearts (you are the reason i keep on going) ➵ ji changmin

non-idol!ji changmin x reader, slight non-idol!jacob bae x reader

you and changmin have been best friends since high school, having seen each other at their best and worst. now in your second year of university, you are given the opportunity to work with the unattainable 5th-year you have had a crush on since—jacob bae. with your best friend on the receiving end of your rambles, you could only hope for something to come out of your time working with jacob. that is until changmin decides he wants something more out of his relationship with you.

genre/warnings ➵ friends to lovers, slow burn, so much FLUFF, afab reader (they/them pronouns), slice of life, so much platonic love in general, suggestive themes, expect a lot of sentimental talks and bantering between changmin and reader, a lot of publication talk (a lot heavier for this chapter but i swear it plays a big role!! sorry i am a writer), light angst on jacob's end (i'm sorry baby), kind of shit opinion piece though (i literally don't know how to write that shit i'm sorry for the writers who read this and are knowledgeable about it!!) kissing and poetic words both from reader and changmin, very minimal chanhee x hyunjae x younghoon, a lot of tearjerker moments

word count ➵ 26k words

parts ➵ check out the series masterlist

taglist ➵ @deoboyznet @kflixnet @blankjournal @winterchimez @sungbeam @miusgirl @jenoscafe @sweet-unicorn-world @mosviqu @vernyangel

a/n ➵ oh i can't believe i finally finished this :') i'm very sad that i have concluded the journey of reader, changmin, chanhee, sunwoo, kevin, and jacob. this story feels more like a commemoration of friendships under the guise of a romance-centric one, if i'm going to be honest. and i'm glad i took my time crafting a universe that shows just how strong and beautiful friendships are overall. i hope that this fic brought you as much comfort as i did writing it </3 you can check my full author’s note here. i would really appreciate it if you could take the time to reblog this.

want to be part of my taglist? send me an ask! main masterlist

When the morning comes, every part of you is ridden with anxiety. Not a wink of sleep was gotten as your mind kept drifting everywhere. How can you like your best friend? This is Changmin; the one who intimidated you at the first meeting; the one who likes to make fun of you and your stupid decisions. This is the same boy who you saw in that god-forbidden shaggy haircut back in high school.

And how did it take five years for you to figure that out? Have you just always liked him? That would be impossible, right? And are you even sure you like him like that? Is this not another case of you mistaking platonic love for a romantic one?

Your eyes look at the clock that sits on the bedside table, showing that it is 9:24 AM. With a sigh, you look up to the ceiling with a rattled brain. Clouds of thoughts kept appearing even in your exhausted state. What does it mean to like your best friend? Is this not a threat to the friendship you have spent building over the years?

And yet, when the image of Changmin comes into your mind, you almost want to scream. Even the thought of him makes you want to vomit your guts out. Your best friend is just an average-looking guy. How can you like him after liking Jacob? God, do you not like the senior anymore?

Before you can entertain such thoughts, you hear someone knock on the door. You quickly sit up and rub your eyes before getting off the bed. In hopes you have gotten rid of any possible sign of exhaustion, you open the door expecting to be met with one of Changmin’s sisters or his mom. But when your eyes land on the boy who has occupied every corner of your mind, your eyes widen in shock.

There he stood—fluffy hair and the same white shirt and navy shorts that you saw him in last night. His face was somewhat puffy from the sleep, but you could notice that his eyes were still droopy. And you fully expect yourself to snap back to reality—remember that he is just an average guy who happens to be your best friend. But god, the sight of him makes you realize that he is nothing like that. This particular view of him is almost too domestic, one that makes you imagine what it would be like to fall asleep and wake up in his embrace. And oh god, he is so absolutely fucked for showing up at your door like this.

At the sight of your shocked expression, Changmin cannot help but furrow his eyebrows. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you choke out quickly as your expression starts to ease back to some normalcy. “W–what’s up?”

With narrow eyes, he says, “Uh, I just wanted to make sure you were awake. We’ll leave after lunch to catch the 2 PM train back.” As soon as you shoot him nothing but a nod, he looks you up and down. “... Okay, I’ll see you in the living room.” After giving him another nod, you quickly shut the door. You let your forehead rest on the door.

When it comes to having a crush, it is nothing but an easy ride, almost like breaking into a new pair of shoes. But liking your best friend? It is only a slippery slope, one that has you falling into the unexpected—the question is if you will come out with linked arms or a bruised heart.

“Y/N-ah, I don’t want you to leave on New Year’s,” Changmin’s mom says with her arms wrapped around you. As your chin rests on her shoulder, your eyes land on your best friend who is hugging his dad goodbye. “I mean,” she stops hugging you and rests her hands on your shoulders. “I just loved having you around the house. It feels like old times when you and Sunwoo would keep me company when Changmin went off to college.” The bittersweet smile on her face is a reminder of how much you have grown to be part of the family.

“Eomma, I’ll be back,” you assure her with a soft smile. She pinches your cheek just like how she first saw you back in the Ji household.

As soon as she lets go of you, she approaches her son to engulf him in a hug. You always knew that his mother misses his presence even more with every day that passes. So when it comes to seeing Changmin melt into his mother’s embrace, you feel your heartstrings tug at the sight. You do not listen to their conversation for it is their moment to share.

Once the two stopped hugging each other, Changmin quickly walked to the spot beside you. “I’ll see you again for graduation.” And when he suddenly links his arm with yours, your breath hitches. It is not that you are uncomfortable doing such in front of his family. Rather, it is your newfound feelings that make you hyperaware of every action.

But when his family shoots you two warm smiles, you feel your shoulders let loose. “You two take care of each other, okay?” His dad orders. And when you take a look at the boy who stands beside you, his eyes are already on you.

“Of course,” your best friend says with his eyes still on you. When his lips turn into a smile, every part of you finds itself melting. “We’ll always have each other.” The moment he looks away from you has you snapping your head back to the family in front of you. You do not miss the teasing smiles that come from his sisters.

“I’m glad you two have each other until now.” Yuna takes a glance at her sister. “I mean, you can see how Hanhee and Byungho are still together—I’m sure it’ll be the same for you two.”

You find yourself flustered over her statement, only realizing the hidden implications of her comparing you two with the other pair. But when you hear your best friend hum, you look at him to only see that godforsaken smile. His grin does nothing but wonders for you; it tugs on your heartstrings; it eases all your anxieties; it proves that everything good in this world is stored in one human named Ji Changmin.

And his reaction only has you hoping for the same thing for you and your best friend. Because who cares if you started to like him in that way? On New Year’s, you are still with him. What matters most is that you guys will stick like glue until the end—your friend group should remain together and withstand the test of time.

“Hey, you’ll be late for your train back,” Hanhee speaks up with a bittersweet smile on her face. When you look down at your phone, you notice that there are fifteen minutes left until the train departs.

With a sigh, you say, “Thank you again, and happy new year! I’ll see you again.” And just like that, you and Changmin bid farewell to the Ji family and your home as well.

Leaving Cheongju will never be easy. This town has everything you grew up with; the swing set that Sunwoo pushed you off too hard which caused the scar on your knee; the marts your friend group of three would rush to once you were dismissed; the familiar faces of your best friends’ families. And having to say goodbye to this place almost felt like saying farewell to a piece of you that you never want to let go.

But the reality is that you are not leaving forever—it is only a “see you” until you close the chapter you are currently in. And the past still lives within you, for you are a kaleidoscope of everything that you have learned to love, hate, and grow with.

You and Changmin dragged the luggage with arms still linked with one another until you finally arrived at the platform. Once your best friend shows your tickets to the man stationed, he gives you a nod and allows you to enter the train.

The two of you walked until you stood in front of your booked seats. Before you could grab onto your luggage, your best friend has already carried it to store in the overhead bin. “Hey, I can handle it.”

Changmin cannot help but chuckle at your statement. “Just take a seat.” You roll your eyes before taking a seat by the window. As soon as your best friend stores his luggage beside yours, he takes his spot in the chair beside you and lets out a sigh. Before you know it, the doors have closed and you are on your way back to university.

You cannot help but look through the window. Your eyes catch sight of the town you had to say goodbye to; some buildings have lost their color; the snow is slowly melting away; unfamiliar faces spread throughout the settlement. The city is not the same, but it will always be the place you love.

“Leaving Cheongju is never easy.” You are snapped out of your thoughts by your best friend who suddenly shares his thoughts. Once you look at him, you notice a sigh leave his mouth as his eyes look through the window. “I get homesick, especially when I think about Gana or Minho’s tteokbokki. I can only imagine how much harder it is for you since you haven’t been here in years.”

And you thought you would agree with his last sentence because this town carries everything that matters—from the memories to the people that you grew up with. But when you look at him, you allow yourself to smile. There is a reason why you were able to withstand being away from Cheongju—it just so happens to be because of the boy who sits beside you.

“You know what got me through it all?” As soon as he looks at you with furrowed eyebrows, you grab his hand to intertwine your fingers with his. “You. You’re a piece of Cheongju that will heal me of anything.”

You do not miss the way his eyes widen at your words. But the moment he starts to smile is something you will forever imprint on your mind. You look back through the window and notice that the scenery has changed to the rural areas.

“I never got to say this but I saw the stack you kept—the clippings of my articles from university.” When you feel his grip suddenly become looser, you look at your best friend whose face is painted with shock. “I never knew you would continue keeping my articles like you did back in high school.”

His gaze softens. “Of course I do, you’re my favorite writer.” You pout at his words. “I look forward to your articles. You’re doing good work, always.”

Everything about his words will remind you of a love so pure—one that you know you have the privilege of experiencing. You know you are lucky to have a best friend like him. Not everyone can say they are supported by someone in the same way he supports you. And you are thankful for everything he has done for you.

You look away from him so that you can rest your head on his shoulder. As you look at the passing scenery of greens and blues, you smile to yourself. “Happy New Year, Changmin,” you whisper out. You feel the way his shoulders move as he slowly breathes in and out. “I’m glad that we found our way to each other.”

The two of you sit in silence. The ever-changing scenery is enough to keep you distracted. But most of all, his heat is enough to lull you into slumber—one that you can only imagine how it would be like to fall asleep and wake up in his embrace. Another year has passed and you two are still together—you can only hope for a lifetime with him.

After getting off the train, you two continued to hold hands while making your way to the taxi stand. The area is not too busy despite it being New Year’s which would make it easy for you to find a ride back to your place. But a part of you wishes that there were long lines of people trying to catch a ride—maybe then it would be the perfect excuse to still stay with your best friend.

You turn your head to the right to face the guy who still held your hand. He lets out a sigh with a downcast gaze. “I guess this is where we part ways for now,” he mumbles before looking back at you.

“Yeah.” You smile as you turn your body to face him. “Thank you, again.” You look down at your hand that holds his. “I’m glad you let me spend time with you and your family for the break. I thought I would be fine staying at home but I realized that I would’ve been too lonely in the end.”

As soon as you let out a deep breath, you look back up to him who has a smile. “Hey, I’m glad you joined us. I’m sure my family loved having you over and would definitely keep the offer available anytime.”

For a moment, you two just smile at each other and occasionally look down at your linked hands. You both knew you were going to see each other in a few days, so why did it feel hard to say goodbye for now?

And before you know it, Changmin pulls your hand close to him so that he can bring you into an embrace. Your breath hitches at the sudden action—you are sure he heard it.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–” Your arms find themselves wrapping around his waist before he can remove his off of you.

“It’s okay,” you whisper into his ear as your chin rests on his shoulder. “Just–let’s just stay like this.” And he followed, bringing you closer to him. He found his face snuggled against your shoulder.

Your eyes close for a moment. As your mind replays the events of the trip, you let out a sigh of contentment. You expected your break to be another time of slouching around doing absolutely nothing. Yet, this trip healed you of everything—it allowed you to live the life that you never gave yourself to reminisce about since entering university. But most of all, it gave you a moment of clarity that you desperately needed.

As soon as your arms started to loosen their grip on his waist, his arms let go of you. You two stood in front of each other with small smiles. “I’ll see you in two days, okay?” When you earn a nod from him, you look at the line of taxis. And before you know it, you dragged yourself and your luggage to one of the cars, not looking back to your best friend.

“What could you have possibly needed me for that could not wait until the semester started?” Sunwoo groans as he flops down on the chair by your desk. Currently, you are sitting up in your bed with your iPad lying around.

“Well, the semester is tomorrow! And I’m sure you would want to hear this.” Despite your attempt to explain your urgency (which is practically forcing him to visit you as soon as he arrives back), your best friend cannot help but frown at you.

It has been a day since you last saw Changmin—two days since you came to terms with your feelings toward him. Since the revelation, you have not gotten a wink of sleep. You were up in your thoughts as you kept constantly debating whether what you felt was platonic or romantic.

So when you called your best friend about a supposed emergency without allowing him to ask any questions, he had to hear you out. “Have you noticed that I haven’t unpacked my shit? I practically came rushing here!”

“And that’s how I know you’re a good friend.”

He stands up and says, “I’m going to leave now.”

“No! Wait!” Your frazzled reaction has him eyeing you down. As soon as you let out a sigh, you say, “Please, it is urgent. I’ll even treat you to lunch and help you unpack.” You look down at your hands. “I need to let this out or it will eat me up.”

The moment you let those words leave your mouth, you look back up to see Sunwoo with a worried expression. And just like that, he brings the chair closer to your bed so that he is within arms-length from you. He takes a seat and says, “Okay, I’m here. Tell me what’s going on.”

You find your eyes falling back to your hands that pick on the skin around your nails. It is silent for a moment. Your best friend gives you the time you need to muster up the courage to say what is on your mind. The moment your eyes land back on the boy who sits on the chair, you feel the words get stuck in your throat.

“I–god, this is harder than I thought,” you laugh to yourself as you shake your head.

Sunwoo chuckles. “You’re okay, it’s just me.”

You let out a sigh before sharing, “I think something changed during that trip.” When you are met with his confused expression, you scratch the back of your neck. “I think I like Changmin.”

“You do?!” The way Sunwoo shoots up from his seat has you clutching your chest, shocked by his sudden outburst.

“Jesus, Sunwoo! You practically gave me a heart attack.” Although you scold him, he pays no attention to whatever you have to say.

“I can’t believe you like Changmin!”

You roll your eyes. “I said I think, I’m not sure if I do yet.”

“You said yet. Oh my god, you do like him!” The boy continues to exclaim despite your annoyed expression.

You let out a frustrated sigh as you bite the inside of your cheek. “Okay, maybe I do.” As you whisper those words, you hear the way Sunwoo gasps. “But I don’t know if this is just me mistaking platonic love with romantic one like before with, you know, you.”

All your best friend does is roll his eyes. “Okay, but this is different!” Despite the worry-free smile on his face, you frown.

“How is it any different? Sunwoo, this is me liking my Changmin out of the blue. I’m pretty sure my crush on you played out the same way,” you argue before crossing your arms.

You expect some type of explanation from your best friend. Maybe he could give you some clarity since you desperately need it. But you are met with an answer that does nothing to help you out. “I don’t know—it just is.” You cannot help but let out a sigh. “Okay, why don’t you give me the full story first? Maybe I can help you out,” he offers with a smile as he grabs onto your shoulder.

And just like that, you gave him a recap of what occurred between you and Changmin during the trip—when you found the stack of clippings of your recent articles from the university’s papers to the hug you shared before parting ways. Every time you mentioned a new moment shared, you always found yourself looking up to your best friend who only listened. For once, he did not react or comment like he used to when you shared about your adventures with Jacob.

The moment you finish sharing, Sunwoo lets out a hum as his hands find their place back in the pocket of his hoodie. “You know, Y/N, I think you should just allow yourself to feel whatever you feel. Let it play out, and everything will make sense to you.” He watches you look down at your hands once more. “I know I say this all the time but I mean it, especially now. You’ll only be able to figure this out only with time.”

You hate that your best friend makes sense. When you opened up about your hesitation regarding what you want with Jacob, Sunwoo and Changmin always told you that only time could tell you such. And you did listen to their advice—only to be led to a spot where you are now liking the one person you did not want to jeopardize your friendship with.

“Hey, I know that look,” Sunwoo snaps you out of your thoughts. “You need to stop thinking too hard about it, and just let yourself feel what you want to feel.”

“But I don’t want to ruin what I already have with Changmin just because I can’t figure out if these newfound feelings are genuine or just from me being lonely,” you counter.

Your hesitation is valid. Considering that these feelings you harbor are towards your best friend, the stakes seem higher. You do not want your own emotions to throw away years of friendship. So you hope that Sunwoo can give you the answer that will ease all your worries.

Your best friend bites the inside of his cheek as he stares you down. “Y/N, I’ll ask you this: Do you love him?” As your eyebrows shoot up at his sudden use of the ‘l’ term, he shakes his head. “I’m talking about in general—don’t think about the romantic or platonic bullshit.”

Of course, you do—you love your best friends for they have been with you for every achievement and hardship faced. The love you have for the three demons is something that can never be challenged. You are here because they are your reasons to keep on going, no matter how difficult the journey may be.

Although you give him a nod, he sighs. Confused by his reaction, you find yourself frowning. That is until he asks you another question. “Is the love that you feel for him the same type that you experience with me or Chanhee?” And just like that, you feel your breath hitch. The frown leaves your face as your eyes widen at the sudden question.

Sunwoo shows you a small smile. “I think you know your answer then.”

The second semester has commenced. Although you expect to find yourself sitting with your friends by the spot that you four sort of claim, you are sitting in Morning Roasters alone. The thing is you are waiting for someone in particular to come—the 5th-year who is not as unattainable as you thought would be.

You two were supposed to schedule another date as soon as the second semester came. Jacob actually messaged you first regarding your availability. But when you told him that you needed to have a sit down with him, he then knew that the date would have to wait.

When he comes into the cafe, your eyes lock with his. You expect to see that typical smile that he always flashes at you. But instead, he only shows you a small one—almost bittersweet. The moment he takes a seat on the chair across from you, you take a sip of your chai latte.

“Hi, Jacob,” you greet him with a small smile. “I’m sorry about this. I just need to talk to you about something before we plan anything.” The chuckle that leaves your mouth is awkward.

“It’s fine,” he voices out, finally showing you that sweet smile. “I don’t mind seeing you—with or without dates.” Guilt rips and tears every part of you.

You both know what is going to be said. If anything, his words are an indicator that he prepared for your news—one that will break his heart. You wish that it did not have to play out like this, but it would be unfair to you both if you kept going on these dates without being honest.

Sighing, you manage to start, “Jacob, I really like you.” You slip out an embarrassing chuckle which only makes him smile. “I remember the first time I met you was at that one meeting Kevin held for the Features staff. I was the new recruit, and I can remember how scared I was until my eyes landed on you.”

“You know, the aura you brought around is just so comforting, and I think that’s what made me drawn to you. I have always thought of you as the senior who I want to be around—to get to know more throughout my stay. And when I didn’t get that opportunity to work with you in my first year, I thought you would only remain that unattainable senior who would plague my mind with ‘what-ifs’.” Your eyes drift down to your hands that are folded on your lap.

“I can remember how much I talked about you to my best friends. I mean, not only were you kind but you’re an amazing writer. I hoped that by some miracle, I could work with you. And somehow, the universe listened.” You now look up to the boy who sits there with a small smile. “In my time working with you, I have enjoyed every interview, every section close, every unofficial date. And I got to know you more outside of the persona I’ve created in my mind.”

You have only said good things because Jacob is nothing but good. In your time knowing him, he has shown you genuineness and kindness. He is everything green—from the way he treats you to the way he handles every article with utmost care. The 5th-year is who you should desire, and yet, you cannot bring yourself to do so.

“To me, you are a friend who I know I can enjoy my time with, whether in silence or work. I know I can go to you when I need company at parties or even just for meals. But at the end of it all, you are still the senior who I idolize. And I think I confused the idea of love with admiration.” As soon as those words leave your mouth, you notice the way he looks down at his lap.

Now, the smiles are gone from both of your faces. This confrontation is everything but easy. No matter how much Jacob seems to like you, your initial impression of your sentiments played out differently. There is no way to force your feelings to play out differently, and you both knew that.

“I–I’m sorry,” you choke out. “I wanted to give this a shot by letting time do its wonders, but I think that it just proved that my feelings now won’t waver.”

Jacob nods before his eyes reach yours. “Not even a second date can change it?” You know it is his attempt to make a joke. But with a smile on your face, you shake your head. From your answer, he nods. “I guess I missed my chance.”

For a moment, silence settles between you two. The tunes of jazz continue to play out softly through the speakers scattered around the cafe. The two of you continue to look into each other’s eyes as you let the news settle.

That is until he decides to break it with a question. “Y/N, can I ask you something?” When you shoot him a nod, he asks, “Do you think you would have given us a shot when you were a first-year?”

You bite the inside of your cheek. You have definitely thought about it—maybe you and Jacob would have had a chance if you worked together in your first year. And maybe you would have gone on more dates and eventually found yourself genuinely falling in love with the senior. What could have transpired between you two may have been a love story sweet like no other. But all these are just ‘what ifs’—that type of story playing out is not certain.

“I don’t know,” you find yourself admitting with your eyes now trailing down to the cup of chai latte that sits on the table. “I would like to think that it could’ve happened, but we’ll never know for sure.”

He lets out a sigh. For a while, he does not say anything. But when he asks the question “We can still be friends though, right?”, you quickly nod your head.

“Of course, Jacob. I value the friendship we’ve built.” You notice the smile that shows on his lips. “And it would be awkward if we break off ties since we work together.”

He laughs at what you say, shaking his head. “You’re right. And knowing Kevin, he’ll make us write together again.” He takes a moment to breathe. “I like writing with you, so I hope for more chances to have our bylines beside each other before I graduate.”

And you cannot help but feel heartache over his words. Jacob has only shown you nothing but tenderness. Even after shattering the possibility of you two ever being together, he still treats you with so much care. You know that it would be a privilege for anyone to be liked by Jacob—you are glad to say you got a taste of what it would be like to have a future with him.

“I do, too. I like working with you, and I’m glad that joining the publication helped me find my way to you.” As you say those words, you notice a bittersweet smile that paints his face.

Saying goodbye to a future that you fantasized about is difficult. You hate that all the scenarios you imagined of how it would be like to be loved by Jacob are ones you will never truly experience. Blame it on wrong timing or your confusion about what you think love may be—all you know is that a future with him is something you will not have.

It has been two weeks since you confronted Jacob. Despite how the events played out, you two surprisingly managed to interact without any awkwardness. It is not like you could say you went back to normal since your first interactions with him were when you still had a crush on him. But this new stage in your relationship is something you like for it feels natural like your other friendships.

Kevin held a meeting a few days ago to discuss the assignments for this semester. Now, you two are seated on one of the picnic tables as you try to work. Thankfully, the snow has melted away. While it is still cold, it is the type that you find yourself enjoying. You and Jacob were tasked to cover women’s sexual lifestyles in a patriarchal society. It is something you pitched, and you are happy to work on it with him.

“Okay! Welcome back, everyone! A new semester means a new set of articles to be assigned. Happy New Year, by the way.” Kevin shoots everyone in the room with a smile. “I love the story pitches! You guys keep improving, I’m impressed.”

It has been a week since you confronted Jacob. Despite how the events played out, you two surprisingly managed to interact without any awkwardness. It is not like you could say you went back to normal for your first interactions with him when you still had a crush on him. But this new stage in your relationship with him is something you like for it feels natural like your other friendships.

“Since it is, unfortunately, my last semester being your editor, I want to make the most of guiding you all. I’ll still be having you guys cover the topics I’ll be assigning, but I will now encourage you all to write opinion pieces. Not only that, I’ll be encouraging you to run for my position for the next year!” As he says those words, you cannot help but feel a heavy weight on your heart.

The semester has only started—how can you be pressured already? Before you can think more about your editor’s words, he snaps you out of your thoughts. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll be giving you enough time to think it over. So for now, I’ll just assign your pitches.”

He clears his throat as he looks at his laptop. You do not pay attention to him listing out pitches assigned to other individuals who are part of your staff. That is only until he calls your name. “Y/N and Jacob will work on women’s sexual lifestyles amidst the patriarchal and conservative society. Along with that, you two will also cover drag queens found on campus.” When your eyes settle on Jacob, you do not miss his smile. You shoot him a grin before looking back at your editor whose eyes are still on his laptop screen.

“That should be it. Yay! Don’t forget to schedule your ICs with me since it is required. We’ll be talking about potential opinion article topics and your plans for the next school year.” And just like that, Kevin dismisses the meeting.

You let out a sigh as you scroll through the questions you and Jacob are working on. “Do you think these questions should be fine for Kevin to review?”

Jacob lets out a hum as he scrolls through the shared document on his laptop. “Yeah, I think we can rephrase this question though to focus more on the shame that comes with discussing or participating in premarital sex.” He looks at you. “What do you think about that?”

“Yeah, that should be good on my end,” you say as you watch his attempt to rephrase the question found on the document. As soon as he finishes, you shoot him a smile. “I think that’s good! We can have these reviewed by Kevin, and then we can meet with our interviewees at their preferred schedule.”

You quickly type out an email to Kevin and make sure you attach the document before sending it out. Once you get the notification stating it was successfully delivered, you smile at your laptop screen. The first hurdle is over with. You think you can take a moment to relax until you are hit with a question.

“Y/N, do you have an opinion piece in mind?” As soon as your co-writer asks you, you cannot help but let out a groan. Your eyes move from the screen to his face. You notice the way he tries to hold back his laugh from your reaction.

“I have no clue.” You prop your arm on the table and rest your chin on your hand, a pout forming on your lips. “Do you?” As soon as he nods, you cannot help but gasp. “What do you have?!”

He chuckles at your reaction. “It’s very rough, but I want to talk about my experience growing up in Korea. I thought now would be a perfect time to talk about being an immigrant.” You nod, signaling for him to continue. “I mean, it really is just my journey to finding that sense of belonging since I’m a Korean who grew up overseas. Thought it would be nice to look back and talk about the people I found a home in before I graduate.”

You smile at how he shares his ideas with you. The way he talks about this opinion piece shows how personal it is to him. You only knew a part of the immigrant experience (mainly from memoirs you have read or interviews you conducted). But you knew that it is different for everyone, so you were interested to hear what Jacob’s experience is like.

“It’s nice to know that you want to share that. I’m excited to read it when you start writing it,” you say with a smile.

“Well, it still needs to go under some approval from the rest of the editorial board, but Kevin sounds hopeful. He says he’s going to push for it since he’s technically an immigrant himself.” You nod over his words.

You were well aware that two boys came from Canada. While Jacob may have been born and raised in Toronto, Kevin moved to Vancouver at a young age. So when the pair came to Korea for high school, they found themselves lost in the sea of people who already knew each other. But the universe eventually brought them together. And with that, they sought comfort in each other due to their shared experiences.

You were glad to know that the two had each other. Although you will never understand the struggles that come with being an immigrant, you know that the two boys finding each other made every day easier.

While the Canadian boys rely on each other, your friend group had one another. That is the beauty that comes with friendships—it starts unexpectedly with a stranger only for them to become your person in the end.

“But going back, you don’t have anything you’re remotely interested in talking about?” Jacob asks you once more.

Sighing, you say, “I don’t know. You think I can talk about my obsession with Bluey?” The guy cannot help but laugh. “I’m serious! I have no clue what to say. Do you think Kevin would let me off without writing one?”

He hums for a moment. “I mean, he would let you not write but I think he would be bummed out.” You let out a groan as you cross your arms on the table and rest your chin on them. “He would never push you to do anything you don’t want to do.” You can only sigh as you look off into nowhere.

“I just know that I have nothing right now. Literally got no good ideas worthy of being published.” You stare at the leaves that slowly move with the wind. Spring is slowly coming; you notice it in the way that the trees and plants have started to gain color; flowers are slowly about to bud; you can feel the slight warmth of the sun despite the cold air.

When your eyes drift away from the trees, they end up landing on a boy who has only filled you with warmth. You cannot help but smile at the sight of him. A hoodie drowns his figure, making him look cuddlier than ever. As he slowly makes his way toward you, you notice that his nose is tinted red from the cold air. And as soon as he sees your grin, he cannot help but smile back.

You find yourself sitting up from your slouched position before he makes his way to the spot beside you. “Hi, Jacob hyung,” he greets the guy who sits across from you two. And just like that, you link your arm with his. You do not miss the way his eyes glance at you over the sudden action.

Your head finds its place on his shoulder as you let out a sigh. “Changmin, I’m in trouble.” His body moves slightly as he lets out a chuckle.

“What did you do now?”

You blow raspberries as you look at Jacob who watches you both. “Kevin is encouraging us to write opinion pieces and I have no clue what to write about.”

“Y/N wants to write about Bluey,” the 5th-year chimes in.

A gasp leaves your mouth, making you lift your head from Changmin’s shoulder. “How could you say that?! I wanted to tell him myself!” The boy beside you giggles.

“I was going to suggest writing about that too,” your best friend admits. “Or you can write about me.”

You shoot him a frown. “Oh, be so for real right now.”

“What? You can write about how you can’t live without me.” The innocent smile that is on his lips only makes you want to wipe it off his face. And you cannot help but smack his arm with your free hand. “Yah! Why are you hitting me? I’m just throwing out suggestions for you.” His reaction makes you burst into laughter, making you snuggle your face into the space between his neck and shoulder.

You two remain snuggled up—one complaining while the other laughing over nothing. These moments perfectly encapsulate the dynamic between you and Changmin; the bantering that comes from nowhere; the sudden laughter that leaves you two when nothing hilarious happens; and the way you two always seem to latch onto each other. And Jacob bears witness to it all.

As he observes the sight of you two in your own world, an ill feeling rises in his guts—almost as if it is bile. He has never seen you smile or laugh like that with anyone else but Changmin. It is not like you react the same way around Chanhee or Sunwoo (based on his limited interactions with them). With your ears that are tinted red and the smile on Changmin’s face that contrasts with his complaints, Jacob cannot help but bite the inside of his cheek.

Everything starts to make sense to him—the two of you had unexpectedly crossed the platonic boundary that was drawn out. And now, you two were swimming in uncharted territories of adoration.

A part of him wants to laugh. Back then, he was convinced that something was going on between you and Changmin. Even if Kevin was insistent in convincing him that you two are just friends, he never knew if he could fully believe his best friend’s words. Blame it on insecurities or disbelief—it was just his way of protecting himself from the inevitable.

“I should get going,” he says as he shuts his laptop close. You lift your head from Changmin’s shoulder with eyes wide. “Kevin needs me to meet with him.” The lie leaves his mouth easily, and you and your best friend fall for it.

“Oh, okay! Maybe you can also tell Kevin we’ve emailed him the questions and the possible outline of the article already?” He nods at your words. And when you shoot him such an innocent smile, he cannot help but feel his resolve falter for a second.

When he stands up from his seat and carries his laptop and bag, you and your best friend bid him farewell. He turns away from the sight of you two and walks away with a heart heavier than ever.

As much as he hates to admit it, he still finds himself entertaining a possible future with you. Who can blame him? In his fantasies, he can feel your arms wrap around his waist as he cooks you a meal. You two would sway while he hums melodies. And you would litter kisses all over as he whispers sweet nothings.

But all of this is make-believe—he knows he does not stand a chance against your best friend who has permanently carved his place in your heart. It pains him to know that Changmin is a good guy; there will be no good reason to hate him. But with time, maybe he can come to terms that you will share your future with your best friend. For now, he will let himself wallow in bitter jealousy.

It is 3:34 PM. It has been two weeks since you complained to Jacob and Changmin about having no topic for an opinion piece. Over the weeks, you and Jacob were able to conduct interviews and gather the necessary information. After talking to the women who shared their accounts on sex amidst conservative Korea, you two wanted the piece to turn out well—capturing their experiences and sending out a message that will have people reconsider what they believe to be right or wrong.

Now, you are seated across from Chanhee by your friend group’s informal hideout. While he edits his photos, you transcribe away.

Although you two hang out with each other while working on newspaper matters, you have no idea what has been going on in your best friend’s life. To be fair, his schedule has always been the busiest out of everyone in the friend group. Being a photographer means he has to be present for almost every event or coverage.

Chanhee is your lowest-maintenance friend. In contrast to what you have with Changmin, you two could go on for weeks without having to talk to each other. Although you would occasionally pass by each other due to publication work, there are not a lot of instances to sit down and talk.

And you did not mind the distance—you were comfortable with the low-maintenance friendship for you two had your own priorities. What helps is that you both came from the publication, so you and Chanhee are aware of how difficult it can be to spare time in the day.

Being behind on what goes on in each other’s lives is not a sin. While some friendships like to see each other as much as possible (like you and Changmin) or be updated on everything (like you and Sunwoo), some could survive without constant updates or interactions. And that is the beauty of friendships—they operate so differently yet so similarly. Your relationships with the three boys may be distinct, but the love you all share is still the same.

But of course, your low-maintenance friendship does not mean that you do not want to update him about everything. If anything, the distance does make your heartfelt interactions more sentimental. So when you found yourself stopping the recording, you knew that you wanted to tell him about your revelation over the winter break.

You remove your headphones and hang them around your neck. “Chanhee.” The boy lets out a hum of curiosity before looking up from his laptop.

“Yeah?”

You take a moment to ponder over how to articulate your thoughts. And when you try to let the words come out, you feel them get stuck in your throat. “God, never mind.”

“What’s wrong?”

You shake your head before saying, “We’re both preoccupied with work, so I think it can wait.” You are met with Chanhee’s frown before he quickly types away and shuts his laptop.

“We can take a break. I want to hear what’s on your mind,” he says with a small smile. As he sees your pout, he sighs. “I’m serious. We haven’t sat down and talked in a while, so I kind of miss knowing what goes on in your life with Mr. Bae.”

The nervous chuckle you let out has your best friend taken back. “Yeah, about that…” You trail off as you scratch the back of your neck. “I am not going on a second date.”

“You aren’t?” When you shake your head, a pout forms on his lips. “What’s wrong? Not that great of a guy?”

A sigh leaves your mouth. “No, he’s great! Actually, the date we had was so sweet; we baked a cake together.”

“No way!” Chanhee gasps. “Where did this even happen?”

“Jacob always goes to this bakery run by this cute couple, and he’s close enough with them to let us use their kitchen.” You smile to yourself as your eyes trail down to your keyboard. “It was a cute first date to go on. But,” your eyes go back to Chanhee. “I don’t like him in that way.”

“Oh, Y/N,” he reaches out for your hand and holds onto it. “That’s okay. Sometimes, people are just meant to stay as crushes. You don’t have to pursue them if you don’t want to—let alone if you aren’t ready for a relationship.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. “Chanhee, there’s a bigger reason why I wanted to talk to you about this.” The way his eyebrows furrow in worry has you shooting him a bittersweet smile.

When you try to speak, you can feel the words hitching at your throat. Your best friend notices your hesitancy, making him caress your hand in a way that would allow him to stroke it in circular motions. And when you watch the way he shows you a comforting smile, you let your eyes close as you take a deep breath.

“I think I like Changmin.”

Despite your news, your best friend does not stop holding your hand. Your eyes open to see the sight of him still showing the same smile. And when he slowly nods, you feel your bottom lip quiver. Such a simple action should not speak a thousand words, but it is a hidden action reserved for you two—one that says, “I know, I have always known.”

And just like that, the waterworks turn on. The tears roll down your cheeks as Chanhee holds onto your hand. You never wanted to cry, but something about this moment had you vulnerable about something you have not stopped thinking about.

“How long have you known?” The question comes out like a whisper. You are afraid to hear his answer because it might change what you have always thought about your friendship with Changmin.

Chanhee lets his eyes trail down to your linked hands. “I think since the first time I saw you two interact,” he starts off. “When you introduced me to Sunwoo and Changmin for the first time, I thought that there was something special about you and my roommate.” His eyes then look back at yours, and his free hand reaches out to wipe away your tears with his thumbs. “It’s not that I have always known that you liked him, but I think what you have with him is like no other relationship.”

You cannot help but pout at his answer. “Is what I have with him not friendship?”

“No, it is,” he smiles at you as he wipes away one more tear. “It’s friendship, a beautiful one to begin with. But I also think it has always been more than that—something that you and Changmin were too blind to see.” His hand leaves your face and goes back to holding your hand. “And it’s not like it’s wrong, for you and him are the only ones who can define what you two have. I think you might finally be realizing that what you wanted was right in front of you all along.”

It is supposed to sound corny—Changmin being the person you wanted all along. But you hate to admit that Chanhee is right. Maybe that is why you have gone on with your life not particularly bothered by your lackluster love life (although it made you wonder if you would ever be desirable enough for anyone, really). The love you feel from your friends is enough to remind you of your worth. But the one Changmin made you feel is enough to push mountains and change seasons.

The birds start to chipper; the sun glows on you and Chanhee; the air smells of flowers. Despite the tears you shed just minutes ago, the world still moves as if it sings out the words, “Spring has come!” It is as if the universe echoed the message you found yourself reaching at the end of your conversation with Chanhee—there is no reason to be afraid of falling in love with your best friend for he is everything you hope for.

It is 2:27 PM when you meet with Kevin in the publication room. You and Jacob officially wrapped up your article a few days ago. With minimal comments from your editor, you both were happy with the output.

In the publication room, there is a small room where the different clusters usually hold meetings. You swing its door open to see Kevin seated with his laptop out. He looks up at you and shoots you a smile. “Y/N! Nice to see you on time for our consultation.”

You take a seat across from your editor. “Hi, Kevin,” you greet him with a small smile.

“I’m sure you already know what this is for. But just for formality's sake, thank you for having this individual consultation with me.” He claps his hands in joy. “Today, I’ll be talking with you regarding next year’s editor position and your opinion article.”

You scratch the back of your neck before saying, “I am not going to lie, I am not considering running for Features editor.”

Kevin shows you a smile, almost as if he expected your response. “Okay, let’s talk about it. Why did you decide that?”

You bite the inside of your cheek. “I think there’s just so much more for me to learn.” When he signals you to continue, you let out a small sigh. “I mean, I don’t think I’m suited for the position with my current skill set. There’s still so much I can learn!”

Your editor sighs as he moves his laptop aside. “I know we had this conversation back when you were still a 1st-year. Do you remember it?”

Of course, you remember that conversation vividly. When Kevin first approached you regarding your interest in taking over his spot after he graduates, you remember how insistent you were in denying it.

“Kevin, I don’t think you should be asking me about this,” you say with a small smile. “I mean, I have only gotten into the groove of writing for the uni’s paper just this year. I don’t think I am the best option to consider.”

Your editor pouts and says, “That’s not true. You are a perfectly good candidate to take over when I graduate. You’re a skilled writer with a good eye for topics to unravel.”

You shake your head. “I still think there is room for improvement when it comes to writing. And right now, I don’t have the capabilities to handle the duties and responsibilities that come with being an editor.”

It is one thing to be a good student journalist—being an editor is a different case. There comes a responsibility to ensure that everything goes in order. Not only that, you become someone the staff and the rest of the editorial board can trust. The idea of it all is anxiety-inducing, and now may not be the best time to consider it given that you are still adjusting.

“I really appreciate you for considering me, but I think that I still need to learn and grow as a writer before considering that responsibility.” As you say those words, your editor can only nod.

“Okay, I understand where this is coming from,” Kevin sighs. “I once was in your position when my old editor, Sangyeon, asked me that during my first year in the publication. I denied it, just like you, and kept explaining that my journey as a writer cannot end yet. But Sangyeon kept saying that running for the position would bring challenges that I need to face as a writer.”

For a moment, you think over his words. But before you can say anything, he continues, “You never stop writing and growing—think of it as a way to take up more challenges that will force you to think critically, to think of solutions, to really test you. And if it helps, you won’t be handling it alone because you have the rest of the board to rely on!”

Kevin raised really good points. Taking up an editor position would allow you to gauge if your future does lie in journalism after all; it would allow you to learn before entering the workforce. But now, you do not think you are capable of handling it.

“I can at least think about it,” you start off. “I have one full school year to think about it. But for now, I am not planning to run.”

Your editor smiles and says, “That’s better than an immediate no.”

You let out a sigh. “Yes, I remember. But I still think that I need to work under someone’s guidance. I don’t think I am suited for the editor position.”

For a moment, he does not say anything as he thinks over your words. Before you can add any more excuses, he interjects, “Y/N, I will tell you this—I think you have learned as much as you can as a writer. During my years being your editor, I think that the growth you’re looking for comes with applying for a position on the editorial board.”

You cannot help but pout at his reality check, but you know he was right. “I know you’re considering a job in journalism, so I think this would be a good opportunity to at least prepare you for it outside of your internships.” Kevin shows you a small smile. “You still have a few months to consider since applications start around the latter half of the semester.”

When you simply nod, he lets out a small sigh. “Y/N, I just want you to know that you are very capable of being an editor—that you are destined for greatness” You cannot help but smile at his praise. “I understand that it is scary because of the responsibilities, but it is worth the experience.”

The best thing about Kevin is that he has always looked out for you. Even in your first year in the publication, he always made it a point to look out for every member of his staff. Whether it would be writing issues or mental health concerns, he would find a way to help. Now that he attempts to possibly hand you the position (if no one else runs for it), reality is starting to hit that you would not be under his care.

“Kevin, I’m going to miss you,” you say with a pout.

He shakes his head as he slightly rolls his eyes. “Okay, we are not having that sappy talk. Reserve it for the last meeting.” You cannot help but chuckle. “But going back, let’s talk about your opinion article.”

Your pout contrasts his smile. “I have no clue what to write about.” A sigh leaves your lips. “Like, I’ve talked to Jacob and I’m still hit with absolutely nothing.”

Kevin chuckles at the way you complain before saying, “I get it. Sometimes, thinking about a topic you’re passionate about is hard considering the character limit implemented.” You nod at his words. “Okay, so maybe we can start with your life, you know. Why don’t you guide me through the years?”

With that, you let out a sigh as you recall your years growing up. “Well, school was school. I was your average student. I can’t recall too much about the super early years, but I do remember grade school being the period I was exploring a lot of hobbies.” You hum for a moment. “Oh! I also met Sunwoo that time because we were seatmates.”

Your editor smiles. “Ah, Sunwoo! I’m surprised, you know? Not a lot of people can say they’re still best friends with their childhood friends.”

“Yeah,” you chuckle. “We were always seatmates for some reason, so the proximity forced us to interact. I can remember how passionate he was about soccer, which I guess started my journey exploring different activities. I mean, something about his passion made me want to experience the same thing.”

For a child like you, seeing someone with so much enjoyment from participating in an activity feels revolutionary. The determination your best friend had to succeed in every soccer practice or tournament made you imagine the feeling that comes from hard work being paid off. It is something you want to experience.

“So, I ended up going through different hobbies like drawing, playing instruments, and even doing sports. But when I was forced to read a book, I somehow picked up writing as my hobby.” You shake your head at the memory as you look down at your lap. “Funnily enough, I remember hating reading and writing in my early years only until I started reading this one fantasy series. I was just so fascinated with these worlds, and I thought I could do it myself.”

The only reason why you were forced to read was because your English teacher warned your parents about your grades in the said subject. With that, you were handed a book to read. Although the first few pages seemed like a chore to get through, you eventually found yourself being invested in the said book. You ended up asking your parents to buy you the whole series before you knew it.

“Although I tried to do creative writing bullshit, it never worked out for me. I don’t know, I just don’t think I was capable of building such grand narratives. But reading books did start my love for academic writing, oddly enough,” you say as your eyes trail back up to Kevin who sits and listens to your story. “I remember it reached a point where I would join competitions for essays and whatnot.”

You let out a hum as you took a brief look up to the ceiling. “I think it was at a competition where I first found out about Feature writing since it was a big event with other writers of different age groups. I can remember when I first told Sunwoo about my interest in it, and he was so supportive.” Kevin nods along with a smile, showing that he is keeping up with your story.

“It felt so nice to be supported by my best friend in a craft that I had no experience in, you know? So when high school came, I applied for my school’s newspaper team and Sunwoo decided to try dancing for something different. And these crafts brought us to Changmin.”

A smile starts to creep on your face as you remember your entire high school life with the two. And Kevin cannot help but feel his heart warm at the sight of you reminiscing the years spent with the two boys.

“Did you know I used to be intimidated by Changmin?” As soon as you ask that question, your editor cannot help but laugh.

“Are you serious?” The nod you give has him laughing. “But, he’s so baby! How are you scared of him?”

You roll your eyes and say, “I swear, he was intimidating. I think the way he presented himself in high school made me scared of him. And I remember when Sunwoo introduced me to him for the first time. Our interactions felt so awkward mainly because we never talked, and I thought I would only have to see him whenever Sunwoo dragged him along. So when I got accepted into the publication, I was not expecting to see Changmin as a photographer.”

You cross your arms as you lean back in your chair. “Then we somehow got paired together which eventually started our friendship,” you say with a grin. “And with the many instances working together, Changmin and I grew so much closer.” Kevin nods along.

Before you could share more, another thought appeared in your mind. “Oh, god. Back then, I used to have a crush on Sunwoo for a while.” You notice the shock that appears on your editor’s face. “I know, it was weird, but I would talk to Changmin about it. Now, they won’t get off my ass.” You roll your eyes while shaking your head.

“But I can vividly remember that while these guys seemed to have love lives, I didn’t. And you know, it used to bother me because I was the type to always jump from different crushes but never actually have something go past the infatuation stage. But they have always been the people to listen to my lovesick rambles.” You bite the inside of your cheek. “I appreciate them so much because they never made me feel lonely, you know? Even if I never went on dates or experienced the high school love that the two got, they always made sure to keep me company.”

Kevin hums as he nods. “No, I get it. Like, their love is enough, you know?”

“Yeah!” You smile at how he understands what you are trying to say. “Like, they do so much for me despite how much we tend to rile each other up. And I remember how the two took me on this date a few days after Sunwoo’s first date.” You sigh at the memory with a small smile.

“And when Changmin left for college, I remember how devastated we were,” you say as your smile slowly starts to drop. “Weirdly enough, his absence left a huge hole in my heart. It wasn’t easy to contact him because of different schedules and obligations. So when Sunwoo and I finally graduated, we were so happy to see him again.”

When your eyes land back on Kevin, you notice that he remains attentive to your story. “I think that experience taught us that we did rely on each other, but we needed to find a way to coexist without it being too codependent.”

“Yeah, I get what you’re saying,” he interrupts. “The distance revealed that your friendship was turning into codependency which started to reach toxic levels.” You nod. “Yeah, Jacob and I went through the same thing—our friendship became too interdependent which prevented us from growing.”

You let out a hum. “Yeah, exactly that. So when we entered university, we made this collective agreement to let our relationship flourish into a healthier one. It was a long process until Chanhee came into the picture.” As you mention his name, Kevin cannot help but smile.

“After entering the publication and getting to work with Chanhee for my first few coverages, I thought it would be nice to introduce him to Changmin and Sunwoo. And I think it was only then we realized that the group was incomplete until he came in,” you say as you rest your arms on the table. “And I just think our group has evolved into one that I would never trade for the world. I think I was able to grow with them while witnessing their growth as well.”

When you see Kevin nod, you cannot help but sigh. “Sorry, I went on a tangent. But yeah, other than applying for this publication, working with you and Jacob, I guess that’s all that really went on with my life.”

He shakes his head and says, “It’s fine, I liked hearing the story of you four getting together.” You show him a small smile. “I think you have your opinion piece, you know? I think your whole story is a reflection of how strong platonic love is.” As soon as your head tilts to the side, he takes it as a sign to continue. “Your story shows how much you and your group were able to grow through the love and care you fostered. And in your case, their love is enough to a point you were able to remain unbothered by your lackluster love life.”

And it is true—your friends are the reason why you never find yourself lonely in a world that seems to glamorize romantic love. You cannot deny that you still long to experience it, but your friends have shown you love that is more than enough.

“Yeah, I think I can write about that. I realize how much I love to talk about my friends, so I think writing about them would be nice,” you say as you find yourself slowly nodding. “I think their love has put me in a comfortable spot where I don’t feel the need to constantly seek out the romantic love people always talk about. And even if it would still be nice to experience it, I don’t think I’m in a rush to find it. I experience enough love in my friendships.”

Your editor nods with a smile on his face. “It’s a nice topic, and I really think it would resonate with a lot of people. I think we put so much importance on experiencing romantic love, but I think all forms of love should coexist—one should never have more importance over the other.”

And you nod along with his words. That is what you appreciate about Kevin—he always knew the right words to say and made sure to relate to your sentiments. In your time working under his care, you never once felt misunderstood by him because he listened.

“Is it weird to say that I have learned about love through them?” When the question leaves your mouth, he shakes his head. “I guess because I have never gone on dates or experienced that high school romance then, everything I know about love is because of what they showed me.”

He cannot help but smile. “I think it’s nice that they taught you so much about love by showering you with it. And in your story, they don’t give you too much love that makes it suffocating.”

Kevin is right. Through your friendships, there have never been any notable instances where the love you receive from Changmin, Sunwoo, and Chanhee reached a point of toxic levels. Despite the codependency issue that only revealed itself when your best friend moved away for university, the love that they have shown you throughout the years is nothing but pure—one that comes in the form of supporting each person’s independence while fostering an environment of vulnerability.

“You really do love your friends,” your editor quietly points out.

You find yourself nodding with a smile on your face. “I appreciate those three because they’re my reasons to keep on going.”

No matter how wounded your knees may get, how tired your eyes may be, or how bruised your heart may get, you always find yourself continuing to go on thanks to them. The love and support they give you is a reason enough for you to continue on such a difficult journey that everyone is bound off to. What makes it all comforting is that you know you are never alone in this expedition called life—you were traveling with your friends after all.

It is 6:23 PM. You find yourself seated on the floor of the dance studio as you attempt to write your papers all while your best friend practices a routine he choreographed for the year-end concert. These were moments you found yourself enjoying—you two would work on your own obligations while still accompanying each other. Not only did it hold you accountable to get work done but it made you feel less lonely.

Your brain was preoccupied with what Kevin told you a few hours ago. There is a lot to consider—both when it comes to your opinion piece and the Features editor position. Are you capable of writing such a personal piece that everyone could still enjoy reading? Could you even handle the responsibilities that come with being an editor? Did you have it within yourself to balance your priorities?

With all these thoughts, you cannot help but let out a frustrated sigh. Your opened document is filled with nonsensical phrases and unfinished thoughts. Clearly, you were not in the headspace to work.

Your eyes leave your laptop screen and land on Changmin who goes through his routine slowly, trying to perfect every move. Every time you watch him dance, your heart aches—a type of ache that can only be described as how proud you are of your best friend. The passion he emits is almost like the one you were first introduced to by Sunwoo when it came to soccer.

As if he feels your eyes on him, his eyes drift away from his reflection in the mirror towards you. He notices the frown that rests on your eyebrows. “What’s wrong?” A laugh follows his question.

“I cannot get any work done,” you say with a sigh. “I feel like I’m so out of it and it’s still so early in the day.”

Your best friend rolls his eyes as he walks to you. He crouches in front of you and says, “It’s 6 PM; it is not that early. Plus, didn’t you come from a meeting with Kevin?”

You bite the inside of your cheek as you look at him. Painfully aware of your newfound (or pushed down for years) feelings, you cannot help but feel conscious around him at times. Being under his stare made your insides mush together.

“Yeah,” you whisper out. You clear your throat as your eyes look back down at the screen. “It was a weird meeting if I’m going to be honest.”

In your peripheral vision, you can see him tilt his face to the side. You expect him to ask you about it. But when his hands grab onto your laptop, you look up with a frown. “Hey!” He sets it aside before standing up.

With his hand out for you to reach, he says, “Come on, I think you need to take a break.” Your frown remains on your face as you grab onto his hand, tugging on it so that you can stand up. He keeps your hand in his as he drags you to where he was practicing.

The two of you stand in front of a mirror. Once he lets go of your hand, he smiles at you by staring at your reflection. “You know, all the years we’ve been friends and I’ve never seen you dance.” The moment he says this has you almost bolting away. And before you could do so, he grabbed onto your arm.

“Changmin! I am not going to dance in front of you—let alone with you,” you exclaim as the boy keeps you in place. In contrast to your frown, your best friend grins as he moves to stand behind you, his hands now holding onto your forearms.

He peeks from your shoulder and says, “It’ll be fun! And I’ll be guiding you through it.” You only glare at him through the mirror. “C’mon! I won’t judge you at all.”

“Oh, be so for real! I’ve danced in front of Sunwoo before and he couldn’t keep a straight face. What makes you think you won’t laugh?”

He gasps. “See, now you need to let me see you dance!” The whine you let out does not do anything to stop his insistence. “When did you even dance in front of him?”

“I’m pretty sure he walked in on me trying to do a Wonder Girls choreo.” You roll your eyes at the memory. “I am never doing that again.”

“What choreo?” He asks as he sets his chin on your shoulder. “Is it “Tell Me”?” As soon as you nod, he gasps. “That’s easy! I’m sure I can teach you right now.”

“I am not doing that! I’m too shy.”

He chuckles as he raises his chin from your shoulder. “It’s just me—there’s no need to be shy around me.” His words make your knees weak. Something about this moment has you shrinking; his hands on your forearms; the attention on you; the distance between you two.

But something about this shared moment also has your heartstrings tugging; his grin that can light up any room; his playful tone that shows how excited he is; and his determination to get your mind off what is bothering you. You almost cannot help but show a small smile. And with a sigh, you end up nodding at his request.

The two of you spend your time going through the choreography of that song, specifically the pre-chorus and chorus, with Changmin having to show and help you in every move. Although you notice the smile on his lips every time you make an awkward move, he never once burst into laughter—just occasional chuckles. And surprisingly, you enjoyed learning it under his care.

Now, you two sat on the floor. As your best friend takes a break from dancing, your eyes stare into the opened document for one of your classes. Once you attempt to write, you can feel yourself being hit with anxieties that kept you from working in the first place.

You hate being under the spotlight. Most of the time, you find yourself uncomfortable with receiving too much attention. That is why when you found Features writing, it felt perfect for you. The hobby-turned-possible-career keeps you comfortable because you can write about people’s narratives—ones worth sharing with the world. So when you now have to consider representing a staff and being part of the faces of the editorial board, you can feel all eyes on you.

At this point, you are frustrated with your inability to get work done. The sigh you let out as you type away some gibberish has your best friend looking at you with concerned eyes. But before he could say anything, you looked away from your laptop to stare at him. When you see his worried expression, you cannot help but show him a bittersweet smile.

“I don’t know what to do,” you start. Silence settles between you two for a moment, and you realize that he is giving you time to continue. “I–fuck,” you trip over your words. A chuckle leaves your mouth as you turn your head back to face your laptop. You take a moment to breathe, collecting your thoughts.

“Kevin wants me to consider running for the Features editor position.” When you do not hear your best friend interject, you decide to continue. “He actually asked me last year to consider in the case he decides to not renew his position as editor. But now that he’s going to graduate, he brought it up again. He says it would be a good opportunity for me to get a feel of the higher stakes in this field, and that it would help me consider if I will pursue journalism as a career.”

You let out a sigh before taking a look at the boy who sits beside you. “I first told him no. I think I still need to learn more about being a writer, but he says that the growth I seek comes from applying for higher positions.” You bite the inside of your cheek.

“Changmin, I don’t think I’m ready for such responsibilities. You know how much I hate being put under the spotlight, so being an editor would mean I represent my staff and become a face that people link with the publication.” After saying those words, you rip your gaze away from your best friend and stare up at the ceiling. “And what happens if I’m not a good editor to begin with? Being a writer is entirely different from being an editor.”

You feel his hand reach out to yours, holding it and drawing circles at the back of your hand with his thumb. The action makes you close your eyes. Although you do not crave physical touch, something about Changmin doing it to you has you wanting more—maybe it is because you know it as his love language.

“And I think a part of me is scared to become an editor and learning that I hate it after all.” Your eyes open before you turn your head back to him whose eyes are still filled with concern. “Don’t you ever get scared that what you enjoy doing now can be something you grow resentful of?”

When you have gone on with your life with one hobby you have invested so much time in, it seems impossible to ever imagine a future without it. That is what you feel when it comes to writing—a craft that you feel yourself enjoying while still being challenged. But you can almost feel the hands of fear consume you when you imagine the ‘what-ifs’ that come with taking up a position that is different from your usual.

And from how unfamiliar it is, anxiety fills you. Who can say you would be a good editor? What would happen if you fail to keep up with your duties? Is there a reality where you will be burnt out from Features writing?

But when you see your best friend flash you a comforting smile, it feels easier to let such questions go. “Of course, I feel scared,” he starts off. He rips his gaze away from you and stares off into nowhere. “I remember when I first applied for university, choosing a course was the hardest decision for me. I was forced to think of how I wanted my future to turn out because I thought my course dictated the career I ended up in.”

It is true. You remember the first time Changmin was applying to different universities. Without a clear vision of what he wanted to do in the future, he struggled to decide on a list of courses. During that period, you and Sunwoo could only do so much to help him out. But at the end of it all, he appreciates you two for listening to him when he needed it.

“You already know that I had different first-choice courses for the universities I applied for. My list of courses per college was different as well.” He brings your linked hands to his lap and looks down at it. “And I can remember how confused my parents were by that, but I just cared about what I found myself enjoying.” He lets out a sigh before laughing, “I don’t know if it was the smartest decision on my end.”

You cannot help but chuckle along with him. “Even I questioned your decisions,” you admit. Your best friend shakes his head before looking at you. “I think from my perspective, it looked like you didn’t know what to do.”

“Yeah, and I really didn’t,” he tells you. “I mean, the difference between you and me is that while you found yourself set on journalism and just general communication tracks, I was still figuring out what I wanted to do in the future.”

You bite the inside of your cheek as he reveals that to you. It is not like he shared with you new information for you both were aware of it. And it is not your fault that you felt more confident in what the future had in store for you as a 1st-year in high school versus your best friend who is a 3rd-year. The reality is that Changmin was envious of you—you felt so sure of yourself in your hobby. In contrast to you, he could never consider dance as a possible career to pursue.

When he sees the slight shift in your expression, he shows you a small smile. “It’s not your fault. It’s just me being unsure of what I wanted to do.” He takes a moment to recollect his thoughts. “But really, I chose my courses based on how much I enjoyed or found myself interested in them. And I found myself here.” He lets his eyes drift back down to his hand that holds yours.

“Oddly enough, I don’t see myself in any other course. No matter how much I questioned what I was doing in Early Childhood Education, I also found myself entertaining the idea of how nice it would be to explore the careers that come out of it.” He smiles to himself and says, “And I only figured out by my second year that I don’t have to pursue careers like counselor or teacher. I could still do jobs like HR or anything related to science if I wanted to.”

His eyes then drift back towards you. “It will always be a struggle, you know? You’ll never be sure if what you first thought entering university is something you’ll end up pursuing in the end. For me, I came here with an unclear vision of what I wanted to do as a career. And although I still wish I could do photography or dance, I’m actually really happy with being a preschool teacher in the end.”

You cannot help but smile at him. “I’m happy for you. You know that, right?” When the question leaves your mouth, he nods.

“Of course, I do. You never fail to remind me that,” he says. “I may not know where you entirely come from, but I understand the fear. I mean, even I feel like that with dance. But I think all that matters is that I enjoy it now.”

For a moment, silence settles on you two. Your brain is rattled with thoughts of whether or not you are capable of being an editor. But before you can say anything, your best friend interjects. “I think it’s worth giving it a shot, you know? That editor position that Kevin brought up to you.”

You cannot help but show a small frown. “I get that you’re scared to take up the responsibility of being one, but I think the experience really is something else. After all, you’re still in university—it’s the perfect time to take these positions up and explore.” You feel the frown leave your face as he shares that advice. “And you won’t be carrying the burden alone. You have the other editors to rely on.”

He shoots you a smile and says, “You are a talented writer, to begin with—I’m sure that you’ll do great as an editor. After all, I always root for you and your success.” And his words have your heart melting.

Your eyes drift down to your linked hands. Somehow, Changmin knew the ways to comfort you. Although he may not have the answer you seek at all times, he still did his best to listen and connect with you. And every day, you are thankful for him—he eases your anxieties while still building you up.

“Thank you,” you whisper out before looking back up to him. “I think I owe everything to you.”

Your best friend shakes his head and says, “You don’t owe me anything. What are you even saying?” He chuckles as he brings your linked hands closer to him, making you fall on his side. With that, your head rests on his shoulder. “We’re friends—I’d do anything for you willingly.”

The sentence may sound sad, being referred to as a friend by your crush. But the reality is that it fills you with warmth. Because no matter what feelings you harbor for him, the love he shows you is like no other. You can only hope it stays this way.

The weeks have passed since you last had your conversation with Kevin. Somehow, your topic got approved by the rest of the editorial board—it seemed like what you are writing about is relevant after all. Thankfully, you have until the start of editorial board application season to submit the finished opinion piece. You decided against letting your friend group know about your involvement in writing an opinion article just so you could surprise them.

Now, you and Jacob were officially in the last stages of wrapping up your last article with him. It is sad to know that after this, there would be no more pieces to be written with the 5th-year. It is funny to remember how much you wanted to work with him during your first year, so to finally finish up your last article with him is bittersweet.

“I can’t believe this is our last article where our bylines will be beside each other,” you say as you let your eyes drift from your laptop to the boy who sits across from you.

Jacob lets out a half-hearted chuckle. “I know, I can’t believe time has been moving so fast.”

It did feel weird that time suddenly trickles down faster when you find yourself enjoying the moments life presents you. You wish you could control it all—freeze the periods you wish to keep while fast-forwarding ones you hate to go through. But what makes these moments precious is that they do not last forever.

“Have you figured out your opinion piece article?”

You show him a small smile once you add the final touches to the article you two worked on. “Yeah, I’m going to write about my friends.” Jacob cannot help but let out an “awe” at your reveal.

You chuckle before saying, “I have gone through my life not being able to experience the joys of romance in my high school, and it bothered me at first. Back then, I used to think I was undesirable or that I was made only to work.” Then you cannot help but smile to yourself as your eyes drift back down to the laptop screen. “But I think my friends have shown me love greater than what I could ever imagine. I’m okay if I never get to go on multiple dates or bring butterflies to someone’s stomach. Right now, I’m comfortable just where I am.”

As you say those words, your brain cannot help but drift to the thought of Changmin, your best friend whom you love. You would think that such a word is reserved for later stages in a relationship, but the reality is that you always will love him—even if he may remain your best friend.

So you look back up to Jacob and say, “And I think that if life decides to bring that change to me, I’ll gladly accept it.”

The boy who sits across you nods at your words, a small smile on his lips. “Can I ask you something personal?”

You cannot help but frown for a moment. “Sure,” you say as you tilt your head to the side.

“It’s Changmin, right?” Your frown gets deeper, more confused than ever. “He’s the one you love?” As soon as he says those words, your eyes widen.

“How did you figure that out?”

He shakes his head and says, “I think it’s obvious to everyone.” You cannot help but pout at him. “I mean, I can see that Sunwoo and Chanhee have taught you love in their own ways. But I think that Changmin has shown you one that can never be forgotten.”

And your heart cannot help but ache at his words because he is right. In your years growing up, every act that Changmin has done for you is out of genuine care for your wellbeing. No matter all the times he may tease you, he always looks out for you even if you do not ask. At the same time, he supports you in your endeavors even if you may not have experience. And most importantly, he hears you out the most.

Your relationship with him is built out of genuine care for each other. What started as just having a mutual friend turned into workmates and eventually led you two to become friends. And in your years of being friends with him, all he has done is show you love. You may never be able to trace when you two started to cross the boundaries of friendship, but all that matters is that you have each other.

So you whisper out the words, “Yeah, it’s him.” You bite the inside of your cheek. “Is it wrong to be in love with him?” You do not miss the way Jacob frowns. “I mean, I was scared that I was mistaking platonic love for him as a romantic one, you know? You mentioned before how hard it can be to distinguish that.”

His frown leaves his face. As he shakes his head, he shows you a smile. “You know, you two have so much love and care for each other. And funnily enough, there are some romantic relationships I know that do not compare to what I’ve seen between you two.” As he says those words, you feel your heartstrings tug. “I guess the only thing I can ask is this: Is what you feel for Changmin different from what you feel towards Sunwoo and Chanhee?”

It is the same question Sunwoo asked you when you brought it up to him. After your conversations with Chanhee and Kevin (and your ongoing one with Jacob), you expect your answer to change. But the reality is that your answer remains the same. So when you nod, Jacob nods along.

“Then what others say doesn’t matter. At the end of it all, what you two have is special.”

You cannot help but show him a bittersweet smile. It feels almost wrong to share this with him after breaking things off with him. But you like to think that over the weeks, you and Jacob have managed to move past that.

Before you know it, Jacob lets out a sigh. “I think that’s it for this article. We’ve addressed all the comments from the editor-in-chief.” And just like that, you cannot help but feel heartache.

The finale has officially come. You did not want it to end, and the boy who sits across you can see it from your expression. “You know, Y/N, we’re still friends. Just because we aren’t working together means that we have to stop spending time together.” You cannot help but pout. “Plus, you might end up interning at the place I work at—that’s if you still decide to pursue journalism.”

You cannot help but chuckle. “Yeah, that’s true.”

For a moment, silence settles between you two. As you two sit, you cannot help but let your mind drift back to when you first joined the publication. At first glance, you found yourself crushing on Jacob. And after reading his articles, you remember how much you wished to work with him. Oh, how you wish you could tell your past self that most of their dreams came true.

With that, you let out a sigh. “I know I’ve mentioned this before, but I’ve always wanted to work with you. It wasn’t entirely because I had a crush on you but I just loved the articles you put out.”

He shows you that grin—the same one you first found yourself melting at. Now, it is just a sight that you allow yourself to smile at. “I’m really glad I got to work with you. Even if it happened in my last year, I think you’ll be one of my memorable writing partners.” You cannot help but grin back at him. “Even for just some articles, I’m glad we had our bylines beside each other.”

The funny thing is that you are glad that your crush on him sort of brought you closer to him. If it were not for Sunwoo telling your editor about your crush on the 5th-year, you may not have ever received the opportunity to work with him. You learned more about the boy you admired from afar during your time working with him. And somehow, it resulted in him harboring similar feelings towards you. Although you two only got one date from it all, you are glad to still have each other.

A month has passed, and the broadsheets have started circulating in the university. To your surprise, the article you and Jacob worked on women’s sexuality ended up on the cover. You were happy to see that such a narrative would reach many people.

Since you two wrapped up your article on drag queens, there was not enough time to see each other. It was to be expected, of course—the different obligations and schedules prevented you two from hanging out. Nevertheless, you and Jacob would occasionally text each other whether it would be to complain about the progress of your opinion pieces or to share anything new happening on campus.

Talking about opinion pieces, you and Jacob submitted them on time. You two consulted each other non-stop, asking to read each other’s works and make any necessary edits or comments. The works that seemed like absolute garbage during the early stages turned into beautiful emotionally-charged ones. And you were glad that Jacob would trust you to read his piece in its unedited form.

To learn about his struggles to find his place both in Korea and Canada. Despite being born in Canada, he was always faced with racist remarks and microaggressions. So you would think that moving to Korea would give him the liberation of finally finding his place in the world. And yet, his growing up in a Westernized context made it all more difficult for him to connect with his classmates.

Having to be treated as an “outsider” no matter where he goes destroyed him. Like a wall being smashed by a sledgehammer; a glass being smacked off the table and shattering as it hits the ground; a rubber band being pulled until it snaps. For Jacob, having to go through such as a kid can only ruin him.

But in the middle of it all, he met Kevin. Whether it would be in the lunches they shared or talking about nothing, Kevin allowed him to take up space in a world that seemed to not have a spot for him. Whenever the boy found himself in the dark, he knew that all he needed to look for was the moon.

“I’m happy to see your byline on the cover page,” Chanhee says as he looks through the broadsheet. The two of you walk out of a building, slowly making your way to where you parked your car. “I think it might be one of my favorite articles from you and Jacob.”

You cannot help but shoot a smile at your best friend. “Thanks.”

As you two slowly pass by the athletics center, you cannot help but let your stare linger at the building. You knew that Sunwoo and Changmin were practicing for the year-end concert happening three weeks from now all while you were busying yourself with the editor application process.

It feels weird that the school year is coming to an end. Almost a month and a half left and Chanhee and Changmin will graduate while you and Sunwoo go on to the next year. At first, you did feel the anxiety start to bubble within you. What did the future have in store for you four? Would the different priorities rip you guys away?

But the reality is that you will never know, and there will never be a way to find out. And somehow, you cannot help but cherish whatever time you have left with them now. All that matters is that you still have each other now.

“Hey, I need to go to the dance studio.” You whip your head from the building to your best friend. “I said I could lend a hand in filming and taking pictures for documentary purposes,” he says with a small smile.

You shake your head and say, “It’s okay.” Your eyes look at the broadsheet Chanhee still holds. “I should say this now but you should check out the opinions section.”

With furrowed eyebrows, he flips through the pages until he reaches that portion. His eyes skim through the page until it lands on your byline. And just like that, you notice his expression shift into one of shock. “Oh my god, you ended up putting out an opinion piece?! I thought you decided against it,” he exclaims.

You show him a small smile despite his eyes still trained on the paper. “I decided against telling you and the others. I wanted to surprise you since it’s about you three.” As soon as you reveal that, you notice the way Chanhee pouts as he continues to read your article. “Oh my god, don’t read it in front of me!”

Chanhee giggles as he lets his eyes finally meet yours. “Did you know that this might be the sweetest thing anyone has done for me?”

“I know, it’s me after all,” you joke as you shrug your shoulders. And just like that, he cannot help but glare at you.

“This was supposed to be a sweet moment but you always seem to ruin it with your stupid comments.”

You let out a laugh as you smack your best friend’s arm. “I know, but I hope you enjoy reading it.”

His glare shifts back to a look full of adoration. And with that, he says, “I know that we always tell you that we’ll love whatever you write about, but this one might be my favorite. I can’t believe you think we’re worthy enough to be written about.” He wraps his arm around your shoulder and brings you into a side hug. “I’m excited to read it.”

You wrap your arm around his waist in an attempt to reciprocate the action. “I would write thousands of stories about you guys. I hope you know that.”

If you were given only one topic to forever write about, you would not hesitate to pick your friend group. The reality is that there may not be enough words to truly describe how much love you have for them, but you can only hope that the stories that people have the privilege of reading will show them a love that is unlike any other.

“Okay,” you say as you unwrap your arm from his waist while he does the same from your shoulders. “I’ll see you sometime.”

As you shoot him a grin, Chanhee cannot help but smile back. “Yeah, get home safe, okay? I’ll make sure that we read it by tonight.”

You wave him goodbye before turning around and walking away. As you take your steps leading to the car, you cannot help but feel anxiety slowly bubble within you. Maybe your words would reach out to that one best friend—you can only hope he can read between the lines.

It is 8:34 PM. To Changmin’s surprise, practice ended earlier than expected. Almost everyone has left the dance studio, leaving him and his two best friends. The two were reading the broadsheet as they waited for him to get ready to go home. He got a copy as soon as he saw the stands filled with them.

The sight of your byline on the cover page warmed his heart—he wished he could tell you how proud he is of you in person, but your different schedules prevented him from doing so. Although he knew he could shoot you a message or ring you up, he wanted to hug you and tell you face-to-face.

He wipes away his sweat with a towel that hangs around his neck. As he makes his way to where his two friends sit to grab his jug, he does not miss the way their mouths part open with eyes filled with adoration. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “What are you guys reading?” Their eyes snap towards him.

“You need to read this,” Sunwoo finally speaks up as he hands him the broadsheet. Changmin cannot help but still keep his eyebrows furrowed. Once he lets his eyes drift down to the paper, he notices that it is opened to the opinions section. He remains confused as his eyes skim through. That is until he spots your byline.

Followed by the title “Linked arms and bruised hearts,” your byline is positioned below it. His best friends do not miss the way his eyebrows shoot up. All this time, he was under the impression that you did not end up pushing through with writing an opinion piece, so to see that you have written two and a half columns worth had him surprised.

“Did you guys know they wrote an opinion piece?” He asks as his eyes snap back to Chanhee and Sunwoo. As the two shake their heads, he looks back at the broadsheet. He slowly takes a seat on the floor as his eyes remain on your article.

Linked arms and bruised heartsBy Y/N

Meet-cutes; love letters; playlists filled with romantic songs—that is all I know about love. Growing up, all the media I’ve surrounded myself with has shown me what love should be. Movies have taught me that love is grand confessions in front of a crowd of strangers while music has shown that it all comes from throwing stones at windows late at night. And the novels I’ve read are filled with poetic words that you would never hear in casual conversations.

With these media surrounding romance, I was fed with supposed “realistic” scenarios; bumping against someone in hallways and grazing hands with them as they help you pick up items that have dropped to the ground; spilling coffee on someone’s shirt and promising to make up for it through a date; being approached by someone in a bookstore who passionately talks about the book you picked up.

Aside from these storylines, I found my heart in the hands of fictional main leads who utter words of never-ending love. Their flirtatious remarks never fail to make me scream into pillows or cause butterflies to swarm my stomach.

I enjoyed it all because the feeling I got from consuming these brought the utmost joy into my fickle life. Unbeknownst to me, I never knew the consequences that came from these—especially for someone who has never experienced romantic love firsthand.

Never receiving love notes or being asked out on dates took a toll on how I perceived myself. While everyone gets to receive chocolates and flowers, I was left to imagine such a feeling through every possible form of media I can consume. At first, I told myself that I would have my moment—all it takes is time. But further down the long journey, I started to believe that I was put into this world to never experience it.

Having to think I was undesirable at the early stages of my teenage years made me believe that love is a privilege—something that not everyone can receive. The more I let such a mentality persist, the more I started to believe that my only role on Earth was work. With that, I believed that my future would have me waking up to work and going to sleep exhausted—all by myself.

That is until I met three boys who seemingly changed the trajectory of how my future would play out.

Funnily enough, I knew these three during my time chasing romance. These best friends of mine were some of the many to experience the love I desperately craved. You would think that I would hate being stuck in that position—that I would resent them for easily receiving something I longed for. But oddly enough, I was happy to bear witness to all their adventures because they showed me love I have never seen in movies.

As others give chocolates on Valentine’s Day, they would bring me home-cooked meals for no particular occasion. While people received “just because” flowers, I got “just because” playlists for they knew I would cherish them more. But these are only actions that cannot truly capture what they have shown me during the years I never knew of romantic love.

In our friend group, to love is to reestablish one’s independence—each person deserves to take up space in the world. And somehow, these three spent their time building me back up without me noticing. From my perception of being undesirable, I only started to learn how to be comfortable in my skin through the support they continued to shower me with.

Before I knew it, I found myself content with my uneventful love life. At one point, I stopped chasing the romance that artists sing of. It was only later on learned that love spoken of in the media is not always romantic; it can be platonic as well.

The love found in our friendships is not meant to be treated as second to the romantic one we seek. If anything, what we receive in our friendships shows us enough of what love overall should be; understanding of boundaries; shoulders to lean on at any time; and support even if you never ask.

I eventually found myself in a position where I could comfortably say that I was okay with my lackluster love life. The only reason I can say this is because my friends have shown me so much love that I do not need to seek it in other avenues.

I hope that when they read this, they know that I am forever indebted to them. Knowing them, they would say that this is all the bare minimum—that they would do it all without any question. But for someone whose understanding of love was skewered by media, my bruised heart has slowly healed through the care they have shown me throughout the years,

I hope that my future will always have them in it for I can never imagine a world without them. They are the reason why I know of love now—a reason why I choose to keep on going. And I now know that love is not an idea that the media monetizes off of. I exist in a reality where I got to meet my best friends—that is how I know love is real.

I used to think I would forever remain clueless about love, but the reality is that I actually know of it all now. Linking arms as you walk to nowhere; picnic dates in the middle of winter; agreements of sticking together past the age of 30—that is everything I know about love.

Changmin cannot help but feel his mouth part open as he reads your words. His heartstrings tug at your words. To learn that the reason you know of love is due to your group of four made him realize how much he does love you—and not just the platonic form.

For you, he would act as the arms that you can go back to at the end of the day; he would be your morning alarm and make sure you get out of bed in time; he would be everything you need and want because he loves you.

As soon as his eyes move back to his two best friends who can only smile, he realizes that your opinion piece is not only a commemoration of the love you receive from him, Chanhee, and Sunwoo. Rather, it is your way of finally sharing your feelings—ones that you were too afraid to tell him face-to-face.

“I have to go,” he whispers before handing back the broadsheet to the two.

Once he grabs his stuff, he dashes out of the dance studio, leaving Chanhee and Sunwoo all alone. “You think Y/N will have the guts to say it themselves?” Chanhee decides to ask the boy who sits beside him.

For Sunwoo, he would say you could never admit such feelings to your crush. That is why it is a miracle that Jacob was forward with you. But with Changmin, he cannot help but smile to himself.

“Yeah,” he voices out. “If they had the guts to write something like this, then I’m sure they want something with him after all.”

Your place feels duller than usual; the lights look dimmer; the pictures on the wall look less saturated; the air forms goosebumps all over your skin. As you sit in your kitchen with leftover bibimbap from yesterday, you stare at your phone as you eat away at the sad meal. It is not that it tastes bad, but something is preventing you from enjoying the food in front of you.

Hours have passed since you last saw Chanhee. Around this time, Sunwoo and Changmin might be finishing up their practice. The thing is you expect to receive a message at least from one of the three. Yet, your phone remains silent—no notification from them whatsoever.

At this point, you can feel the anxiety start to eat you away—it takes its time to nibble each limb of yours while you do nothing to stop it. There is no way to cease it, though. All you can do is sit and let it do its work. You can only hope that some sign from the universe would do something to keep it at bay.

And just like that, the doorbell rings.

With your mouth full of rice, beef, and stir-fried vegetables, you get off your seat and walk to the door. You take a peek into the peephole only to see the one guy you were terrified to be face-to-face with. You almost think to not open the door; maybe he will give up on waiting and walk away. But when his eyes trail from the floor to stare directly through the peephole, you freeze.

“Y/N? Can we talk?” He asks, almost like he knows you stand at the other side of the door. You wish you could do anything but just stand still. “I want to talk because I think I won’t be able to sleep well tonight if I don’t. But if you don’t want to have that conversation right now, I can wait another day.”

Your heart warms at his words. Even in a moment like this, he still cares about your comfort. Regardless of what you revealed in your opinion piece, he would willingly deal with restless nights if it meant giving you time to muster enough courage to talk about the elephant in the room. But the reality is that waiting for any other day will prolong your suffering.

When you notice Changmin slowly move away from the door, you quickly swing the door open. There he stands with eyes wide from the sudden action. As you swallow down the food in your mouth, you also swallow down your fears. You find yourself taking steps back, eyes still on him as he leaves his shoes outside before entering your place. He shuts the door behind him before dropping everything he carries to the floor but one thing—the broadsheet.

For a moment, you two stand still with no sound leaving any of your mouths. You almost think that you need to start the conversation, but the silence makes it all too difficult to speak.

“Y/N,” he calls out your name at first. You do not miss how his eyes are filled with wonder—one that resembles hope in the face of trouble. “I read it, and I loved it. I love knowing that Sunwoo, Chanhee, and I have shown you all of these.” Then his eyes trail back down to the paper he holds. “But I need to know if there’s something in between the lines or if it’s just me hoping for nothing.”

The way he stands in front of you is more vulnerable than ever, more than when he first approached you when he lost his competition. His shoulders are slumped in anxiety as he continues to look at the broadsheet that is opened to your opinion piece. And as your mouth opens in an attempt to speak, he looks back at you.

Under his stare, you know there is nothing you should worry about. But the reality is that sharing the most intimate parts of yourself with someone will always be difficult—confessing to your best friend will never be as easy as you hope for it to be.

Your mouth snaps close. As you look down to the ground, you bite the inside of your cheek as you think over the right words to say. Your brain rattles for a moment as you try to make a script on the spot. But you realize there is not enough time in the world to figure out what to tell him. And there will never be enough words to capture what you feel towards the boy who stands across from you.

“I used to think I would never have the privilege of receiving love,” you start. “You’ve read about it in that piece that’s in your hands, but it’s only a surface level of all my fears.”

Your eyes now look back up to him. His expression never falters, but it remains as fearful as yours. “I thought I was destined with a lonely future, that the reason why I was never asked out on dates or been confessed to is because there will never be space for another person in my life. So when Jacob started to show some interest in me, I thought it was the universe playing tricks on me.”

You find yourself letting out a small chuckle as you shift your weight from your left foot to the right. “I mean, you’re the one person who knows it the most. I told you that one night in the convenience store and that one time during the winter break.”

“And for a period, I thought that I was comfortable with occasional crushes because I didn’t have to commit to anything. I started to think that uncertainty was my way of sabotaging everything good coming my way, but I realized that it stemmed from my inexperience with love overall.”

You take a deep breath before saying, “But when I saw Hanhee and Byungho that one night where they were cuddling, I realized how nice it would be to just have someone to go back to at the end of a long day—to have a home in a form of a person.” You do not miss the way his eyes slowly start to fill with an emotion you cannot recognize.

“So I thought about who I would love to still see when I’m working, and I can only think about you three. I always find myself wishing that time will treat us well. I want us to remain together no matter what stage we are in our lives. And never once will I ever find myself trading our group for anything else—even for a shot in romance.” As you say those words, you notice a small smile that forms on his lips.

Because it is true—why would you trade years of genuine love and care for something that you do not know about? Why would you give up something so pure for something uncertain? And you know that love for others means taking risks, whether calculated or out of genuine impulse. And you would never consider yourself a risk taker. But you find yourself making an exception to do it just this once—one for your best friend.

“I love Sunwoo and Chanhee more than anything in the world,” you say. And now, you find yourself more scared than ever to admit the next sentence. You can hear your heartbeat out of your chest as you two stand in silence. But even if the boy across from you is dying to hear the next words, he never pushes you to say it if you are not ready.

You cannot help but smile at him. “But with you, Changmin,” you manage to choke out despite the anxiety that bubbles within you. “I wish that you will continue to link arms with me because I have found myself growing fond of it; I want you to continue accompanying me as we work on different tasks; I hope that after every day, whether boring or tiring, I can go back to you.”

And with your next words, he cannot help but feel all resolve crumble. “I think that you are the home I want to go back to.” You let your eyes flicker back down to the paper that he holds. “I found myself hoping that we’re both single when I turn 30 just so that I have more of an excuse to want you in my home.”

“And even though I have learned of love through you three, I want to experience the one I desire with you.” You let yourself smile as you look back up to him. “I hope that you will reserve enough love just for me as I already have for you.”

The next thing you know, Changmin drops the broadsheet to the ground. As he makes his way closer to you, you can feel your heart beat out of your chest. The distance between you two grows smaller. And when his face is inches away from yours, your breath hitches.

You notice the moles found on his face—one under his lip and another that rests on the bridge of his nose. His hair is a little messy from practice, with some strands slightly up. And his eyes are now filled with an emotion you cannot figure out.

You want to beg him to say something—anything, really. But when his hands reach out to grab hold of your face, all thoughts are knocked out.

His eyes flicker down to your lips before going back right to your eyes. “I will always want to be that home for you,” he whispers. “I always saw you as a place of solace for me, but I hope I can become that for you forever.” And he smiles at you before saying, “I have so much love stored in me that's made just for you.”

Before you know it, you find yourself closing the distance between you two. With eyes closed, you place your lips on his. The kiss is everything comforting and vulnerable—almost like how you would describe your relationship with him. His hands remain holding your face, his thumb occasionally sweeping across your cheek.

The warmth that fills your body is like no other—as if the sun has emerged within you. His hands on your cheeks remind you of all the seasons you have spent with him. Whether in summer or winter, he will always hold you because he loves you. And it is only starting to sink that he does love you—that he has so much love within him just to give to you.

He does not attempt to deepen it, fully aware that all of these are foreign waters. So when you find yourself parting from the kiss in an attempt to catch your breath, his eyes are full of concern.

He is about to ask you something until you beat him to it. “Was that right?” As you whisper the question out, he cannot help but feel his heartstrings tug. He finds himself smiling while your eyes remain wide with curiosity. “Oh god, I just realized I kissed you without brushing my teeth!” Your exclaim does nothing but make him laugh.

“Don’t worry about what’s right. Just let me take the lead,” he says. “And I’d kiss you anytime, even after you’ve eaten or brushed your teeth.” You cannot help but smile, a giggle leaving your mouth.

The thing about Changmin is that he knows you inside out, from how you worry about everything to your fear of being vulnerable in front of anyone. But he knows how to support you—to tell you when to rest and to build a space where you do not have to be afraid to share your deepest sentiments.

Although the love you two first shared came from a place of platonic nature, it slowly shifted without you two noticing. And while everyone seemed to comment that what you two have seems to teeter between the boundary of platonic and romance, you never allowed their words to truly sway what you thought about your relationship. To you and Changmin, all that matters is what you decide on.

Your home is livelier than ever; the lights shine brighter than usual; the pictures on the wall are full of color; you find yourself warm despite the cold air. As soon as his arms wrap around you, you can feel your heart soar to heights that have never been imagined. You allow yourself to snuggle closer to him, having your face rest in the crook between his neck and shoulder. All that can be said is that you both are happy. You love each other—both platonically and romantically.

“When does this graduation end?” Sunwoo complains beside you as he lets himself melt in the chair. “If I knew this would take forever, I would have eaten something heavy for breakfast.”

You roll your eyes. “Everyone told you it would take long. That’s on you now.”

The boy scowls at you before saying, “Yeah, yeah. You’re only not complaining because you get to see your stupid boyfriend on stage.” You gasp as he says those words. “I said what I said!”

“That boyfriend you’re referring to is your best friend, by the way! And we’re here to support our other friends.”

“Yeah, no one cares. Don’t forget that I was your best friend first, so you need to take my side if we end up fighting.” From his response, you roll your eyes. You knew that Sunwoo was only joking around, saying nonsense just to pass the time.

It is 3:23 PM, and you two are seated by the bleachers as you wait for the graduation ceremony to end. From the people graduating, you two were able to recognize many faces that you would have to say goodbye to—Juyeon to name a memorable face.

“I’m just saying that I can’t believe they won’t let us sit with the Ji family. I mean, we’re practically part of them! And since you’re dating him, you’re basically an in-law.” Sunwoo’s attempt to justify his disbelief towards the situation has you chuckling.

Before you can comment, the person who stands by the lectern announces a familiar name. “Choi Chanhee; bachelor of arts degree in Photography; Magna Cum Laude.” As your best friend makes his way to the middle of the stage, you and Sunwoo get off your seats.

“Go, Chanhee!” You find yourself cheering as loud as you can.

“Chanhee-ah, you’re so cool!” The boy beside you shouts out loud in an attempt to embarrass your best friend (while embarrassing you both in the process). You notice Chanhee’s attempts to hold back his laugh as he grabs his diploma. He clearly heard your cheers all the way from the bleachers.

Once he bowed and made his way off the stage, you and Sunwoo fell back down to your seats. “Well, we succeeded in embarrassing Chanhee,” you say, which earns a laugh from your best friend.

You let out a sigh before going back to the topic. “I am not an in-law. I mean, Changmin and I only became official like a month and a half ago!” When you look at your best friend, he only stares at you in disbelief.

“Y/N, his family loves you—always have and always will. I think they’re just waiting for him to put a ring on your finger.” You laugh in disbelief.

“Moon Hyungseo; bachelor of arts degree in Psychology; renowned Features editor for two academic years; Magna Cum Laude.” With that, your conversation gets cut short. As your old editor makes his appearance, you two get off your seats and cheer him on.

“Go, Kevin hyung!” Sunwoo cheers beside you. Although Kevin may not be able to hear you guys, you know that he would still appreciate your cheers. As soon as he makes his way off the stage, you two fall back down to your chairs.

You look at your best friend and say, “Again, I just started dating Changmin. We haven’t discussed marriage at all because we are too young to begin with.” You go back to looking at the stage as more unfamiliar faces get their diplomas. “A lot of this is still new to me, you know? So I still find myself kind of nervous about this whole setup.”

The boy beside you hums. “I mean, it’s valid for you to be nervous. You two were friends before officially being together. And I know it’s still new for you, but it is for him also.” You cannot help but look back at him. “I mean, he’s only gone on dates and had one relationship back in high school. I’m sure he’s just as nervous as you are.” Your attention goes back to the stage.

Sunwoo is right—you and Changmin barely had enough knowledge of what comes out of a romantic relationship, but both of you can recognize that your dynamic did slightly change. Most actions that you two did while you were still friends remained; linking arms; occasional banter; and sitting in comfortable silence.

However, with the new nature of your relationship, you started to notice that your boyfriend has gone out of his way to spend more time with you whenever possible. Aside from that, he would buy you two meals to share for every dinner, making sure that you ate the right amount of food. Of course, you would find yourself kissing him more—sometimes leading to more heated make-out sessions thanks to him. But for the most part, you were happy with what you have with him now.

Before you can say anything, the emcee calls out, “Jacob Bae; bachelor of arts degree in Korean Language and Literature; Summa Cum Laude.” The two of you two stand up once more from your seats. As you watch Jacob make his way to the dean, you cannot help but cheer him on as he grabs his diploma.

“Go, Jacob!” Your shout is loud, reaching its way to the boy who is on stage. He scans the crowd until his eyes land on you and Sunwoo. At the sight of you two clapping, he cannot help but smile back before bowing and making his way off the stage.

Once you two sit back down, you cannot help but let out a small sigh. “I think it’s still surreal that I’m with Changmin, you know?” You voice out your concerns to your best friend. “I mean, I never once imagined myself being with my best friend.”

In your peripheral vision, you see the way Sunwoo nods. “I still can’t believe my two childhood besties are together. Like, you’re going to make me third-wheel every time Chanhee is not with us.” You roll your eyes as you smack his arm. He lets out a chuckle at your reaction. “But if I’m going to be honest, I’m glad that you two have each other.”

You smile at his words as your eyes remain on the stage. “Lee Jaehyun; bachelor of arts degree in Archaeology; Magna Cum Laude.” As soon as the emcee calls out the name, you spot Hyunjae making his way to the middle of the stage. You and Sunwoo get off your seats to cheer him on, but you cannot help but remember your conversation with Chanhee.

“Yeah, Hyunjae hyung and I are just friends,” Chanhee says as he scrolls through the photos on his camera.

Your friend group is seated by your hideout. While Chanhee assesses his photos, Sunwoo is busy animating his final project. You are also writing one of your final papers for class all while Changmin is adding some final edits to his thesis paper. Although you two were working, your boyfriend could not help but keep his hand on your thigh—not in an attempt to arouse you but just to hold you out of pure comfort.

“Really? How come?” You decide to ask as you rip your eyes away from the screen.

Chanhee looks away from his camera to look at you. “I’ve mentioned this already to Changmin, but I think we’re just friends. We did like each other at first, but the dates we went on made us realize that maybe it’s better to keep it platonic.” You only hum as you stare at the boy who sits across from you. “Hyunjae also admitted that he still has something complicated with his ex.”

Sunwoo clicks his tongue. “Kim Younghoon, right? The culinary student?” Chanhee nods at his words. “Yeah, I think I heard about that before. I didn’t know they would get back together.”

Chanhee can only shrug. “I mean, I don’t know what will happen between the two. And if Hyunjae and I ever decide to revisit the idea of dating, I wouldn’t be opposed to it,” he finds himself admitting. “But now, I’m okay with where I am now. I’m happy with the love I receive from you guys.” As he says those words, you cannot help but smile. You knew he was referencing your opinion piece.

“Honestly, me too,” Sunwoo chimes in with eyes remaining on his tablet as he draws away. “I hate to flatter Y/N once more, but I think that opinion piece did make me realize how okay I am with being single. And it’s not like I’ll give up on romantic love entirely, but I’m comfortable waiting it out.”

You pout at your best friend’s words before saying, “Thanks guys, I mean it.”

“Of course, it means a lot that you wrote about us. Even if it was your attempt to confess to Changmin, we’ll still take it,” Chanhee says, only making your boyfriend giggle. “How ironic that you talked about being okay with platonic love while your main goal was to get with Changmin after all.” You know your best friend says it sarcastically, but you want to be clear with your point.

“Hey! The main goal of the piece was really to talk about how fulfilled I feel from the love that comes from you guys. Aren’t you guys happy that I don’t use romantic love as my basis for self-worth anymore?”

“Of course we’re happy. I mean, that’s all we want for you,” Changmin says as he looks at you. “We never wanted you to think you’re worth any less just because you never got love notes or chocolates from admirers.” He takes a look at his two other best friends. “I think we all had this silent agreement to help in rebuilding your self-esteem. I think all of us wanted to make sure that everyone can be comfortable independently while still having shoulders to lean on for support.”

As he says those words, you cannot help but nod along with him. In your group, the one thing you all care about the most is boosting each other’s self-esteem. The reality is that it is hard to reestablish that sense of independence and self-worth all by yourself. That is why friends play an important role as they support you, whether through cheering you on in certain endeavors or just in general reassurance.

“Yeah, I think that I never really found myself being confident in my skills in photography and video editing until I met you three. I mean, it pushed me to make that documentary for the K-Pop student idols coverage,” Chanhee says with a smile. “Thank you for bringing me to your group.”

Sunwoo smiles at his best friend who sits beside him and says, “I don’t know if we ever told you, but our group never felt complete until you came into the picture. You helped to get that ball rolling—finding ways to help us find happiness in being independent. And along the journey, you reminded us of the importance of leaning on each other.” You notice the way Chanhee pouts at his words. “I hope you know how much we appreciate you for looking out for us.”

Before you know it, tears stream down Chanhee’s cheeks. “Guys, I can’t believe you’re making me cry right now.” You and Changmin stand up from your seats, grabbing onto your boyfriend’s hand as you two make your way to the other side of the picnic table. Sunwoo has already scooted closer to Chanhee, wrapping his arm around his shoulders. With that, you and Changmin hug your best friend who cannot help but cry from all the love he receives.

“I love you, Chanhee,” you whisper into his hair. You let your chin rest on his head as you look at Sunwoo and Changmin. “And I love you both. Thank you for teaching me what it means to love and to be loved.”

You cannot help but smile at the memory. The love felt in your friend group never fails to tug on your heartstrings. The reality is that you were lucky to have them—not everyone has the privilege of being friends with the three. Although you like to call them your demons who never fail to rile you up or press your buttons, you know that the love they shower you with will be greater than whatever anyone can show you.

As soon as Hyunjae makes his way off the stage, you and Sunwoo go back to sitting down. “Do you think Changmin and I will end up like Chanhee and Hyunjae?” You decide to finally ask. A part of you fears that what you two have is a mistake—that you both mistook whatever feelings you harbor for each other.

But Sunwoo always finds a way to reassure you while telling you the truth. “We’ll never know for sure because only time can tell what’s in store for you two.” You find yourself nodding at his words. “But for me, I think what you have with Changmin is special. I don’t think anything can compare to what you two have.”

You find yourself smiling at his words before looking at him. “I love you, Sunwoo. You know that, right?” He looks back at you with a small smile before nodding.

“I love you, too. I have always known that since our first days being seatmates in grade school. I knew that the universe brought us together for a reason, and I’m glad that I will always have you in my life.” From his words, you cannot help but lean your head on his shoulder. As he wraps his arm around your shoulders, you watch more unfamiliar faces come and go.

As soon as many unfamiliar students grabbed their diplomas, you notice that they have finally started to call students with special awards. And the emcee’s next words make you smile. “Now, to formally award the student with the most outstanding graduate thesis, we hereby present Ji Changmin; bachelor of science degree in Early Childhood Education; Summa Cum Laude.” As soon as they call out your boyfriend’s name, you and Sunwoo immediately get off your seats and cheer your hearts out.

The sight of Changmin walking up to the middle of the stage with a smile pulls at your heartstrings—you are proud of everything that he does. He always finds ways to continuously prove himself, and you hope he knows that everyone recognizes his efforts. And more than that, you hope that he sees that these achievements are only a fraction of who he is. Changmin is more than just awards—he is everything good found in this world.

“Changmin-ah! I love you!” You find yourself shouting out loud. Despite wanting to stay out of the spotlight on most occasions, there is no sense of shame within you as you cheer those words out. You want the world to know that you would gladly be under the light if it meant showing your support for the boy who you love.

Your shout is loud as it reaches all the way to Changmin. His eyes flicker towards you, and his smile gets bigger at the sight of you. He raises his pinky out towards you—a promise that all he does will be for you and himself. And you find yourself doing the same, promising him that all you want is for both of you to succeed with each other’s support.

“I can’t believe it’s only going to be me and Sunwoo.” The four of you are by your hideout, sitting on the picnic table for one last time as a complete group. You find yourself leaning your head on Changmin’s shoulder with arms still linked with each other. “I can’t keep being stuck with that loser!” Your eyes rest on the boy you have known for more than twelve years.

Sunwoo glares at you. “Yah! You think I like being stuck with you?” As you two make faces at each other, you can feel Changmin’s shoulders shake from his chuckle.

“Did you bring the multi-tool?” Chanhee finally asks his best friend who sits beside him. Once Sunwoo hands it to him, he smiles at you three. “What shall we carve on this little table of ours?”

“Why don’t you just carve our initials? It’s simple,” you suggest, only to earn groans from a particular someone you seem to be stuck with.

“Boring! Think of something fun, you know?” Sunwoo’s response only has you rolling your eyes. “What about a diamond? You know, because it has four sides and we’re four people.”

Chanhee cannot help but scowl at him. “Even worse than what Y/N suggested.” Sunwoo only frowns at him. “What about you, Changmin? Any ideas?”

For a moment, he hums as he thinks of anything possible to carve. You almost start to think he has no suggestions with how long his hum lasts. That is until he suggests a symbol perfect to describe your four.

“What about a bandaged heart? You know, we all have bruised hearts from what life decides to bring our way, but we keep on going because we have each other.” Your boyfriend’s suggestion makes you three smile.

“Ah, you stole that from Y/N’s opinion piece,” Chanhee playfully scolds Changmin. But he finds himself nodding before saying, “But I think it does perfectly describe us.”

As he slowly starts to carve out the symbol, Sunwoo decides to speak up. “I was thinking we can drag Eric to join us here if you don’t mind?” The question is more directed towards you, making you hum in agreement. “He has this other friend who I think you’ll get along with. His name is Haknyeon.” You find yourself smiling at your best friend’s words.

“I’m down for that,” you say before lifting your head off your boyfriend’s shoulder. “I mean, as long as you’re there, I don’t mind.”

As you admit that to Sunwoo, he cannot help but smile back. However, he quickly covers it up by saying, “Ugh, so obsessed with me! Changmin, how do you deal with Y/N?” You gasp at your best friend’s words. What is even worse is that your boyfriend says nothing to defend you, only laughs along.

“Yah! Ji Changmin! How could you let him say that?!” Despite your complaints, he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to him, smothering your left cheek with kisses. The sight makes Sunwoo and Chanhee roll their eyes, but everyone is happy to see the new shift in the relationship.

Once Chanhee finishes carving out a beautiful image of a bandaged heart, everyone cannot help but smile at the sight. The lines of the heart are a little jagged—not very neat but it is clear to see that it is a heart. The bandage on it, however, is nice and clean. You cannot help but think the symbol is perfect to capture your friend group.

Although the bandaged heart may look a little rough, the idea still lives forever on this picnic table that became a getaway for your group. This place has witnessed all the laughs and tears you can ever recall in your college life. You hope that the next group of friends that stumble upon this spot will find solace the same way you four did.

Sunwoo shoots a look at Chanhee before saying, “Come on, let’s leave these two lovebirds to do whatever shit they need to do.” As soon as he stands up, Chanhee follows him. But before they decide to leave you two, Sunwoo says, “Please do not have sex on the table.”

You find yourself reeling at your best friend’s words. “Yah! Who do you think we are?”

Your two best friends look at each other before their eyes land back on you and Changmin. “We’re just saying that your boyfriend is quite scandalous.” Once you look at your boyfriend, you notice the frown on his face that is accompanied by cheeks that are dusted pink from what his friends revealed.

“And we’re off!” Chanheee exclaims. Just like that, your two best friends make their way out of the hideout, leaving you and your boyfriend all alone.

Although Changmin has his arm wrapped around your waist, you cannot help but shoot him a look of suspicion. “So, what type of kinks have you not revealed to me? I thought we knew everything about each other?” Your boyfriend rolls his eyes before placing another kiss on your cheek.

“That conversation is for another day,” he whispers with a smile. You only roll your eyes at his attempt to change the topic. He then says, “I want you to tell me about your plans for next year.” And with that, you show him a small smile before going on a tangent on what you have in store for the Features staff.

Around a month ago, you received news that you would take over as the Features editor. The day you got the news happened to land on the same day as Sunwoo’s and Changmin’s year-end concert. Your boyfriend was recognized for his beautifully crafted choreographies, and you remember how happy you were to see the standing ovations he received. So when you told him during dinner that you’ll be the incoming Features editor, you remember the joy that took over his face. It was one for the books—the day brought only good news.

A few days after the year-end concert, Kevin held one last meeting with the Features staff as a whole. It happened over lunch in the restaurant of Mr. Lim’s, the same owner whom you interviewed for the small business coverage. The food was to die for; the sour taste of the Kimchinigang, a pork stew that is mixed with vegetables and kimchi; the savory taste of the Beef Pares jajangmyeon, a black bean noodle dish accompanied with braised beef; and the sweet taste of turon hotteok, a banana-filled pancake.

Everything about that lunch felt comforting, from the food to the people you were with. You wish you could have frozen that moment—make time stand still even for a few minutes longer. But of course, moments like these always come to an end. It feels bittersweet to recall.

“Do you think you can pass me some soup?” Yunjin asks from beside you while she hands her bowl to you, eyes staring at the spicy pork stew. As soon as you pour enough soup with pieces of pork and vegetables, she signals you to stop.

You pass her the bowl with a smile and ask, “So, will I see you next year?”

She smiles at you. “Of course, I like it here.” She looks around the table to see that the staff is finishing up their meals. “I think I’m just going to miss a lot of people, but,” her eyes then land on you. “I’ll still be with you.”

Your heart warms at her words. The grin on your face is something that cannot be wiped. “I don’t know how I’ll be able to do this editor shit, so I’m glad I’ll at least have some familiar faces.”

Yunjin cannot help but nudge your side before taking a sip of her soup. “You’re not alone. I mean, me and Chaeyeon unnie will be here.” You let your eyes lie on the girl Yunjin sits across from, seeing that she is in the middle of a conversation with Seungcheol.

“Yeah,” you say as you smile to yourself.

Before you can say anymore, you feel the person on your other side nudging you. You roll your eyes before looking at the boy who seemingly interrupted your thoughts. “And what do you want from me, Mr. Bae?”

Jacob chuckles as he takes one more bite of the pancake. “Are you ready for Kevin’s speech?” You cannot help but furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “You think Kevin would end his term as an editor without some parting words?”

Before you can share your thoughts, you notice your editor get off his seat with a glass filled with some unknown cocktail in his hand. Everyone snaps out of their conversation as they stare at the boy who clears his throat.

“I think that it’s only right to say something before officially ending my term as your editor,” he starts off. His eyes scan over the people who stay seated, a smile on his lips. “I’ve been the Features editor for two years—some of you guys I worked with for those two entire years while others only one.”

“I have to admit that being an editor is not easy,” he chuckles. “I mean, there were so many times where I even questioned why I ended up becoming one because I thought I wasn’t the right person for the job.”

He bites on his bottom lip as he thinks over the next words to be said. “I used to think that being an editor would be a lonely and pressuring job—one that would have me always act quickly if any issue arises or think quickly to handle all the concerns that may be brought to my attention. And to be fair, it is that, but it’s only the surface of what it means to be an editor.”

“I learned in my two years that I am not just someone who will just guide you throughout all your stay in the publication—I grow with you in the same way you grow as a writer.” His words tug on your heartstrings. Your eyes are now wide due to his moving words.

“I want to thank you all for letting me work with you. It’s been my pleasure to read your pitches and stories that bring change to the community. But I also want to say that it’s been such an honor to get to know you all not only as writers but as individuals.” He takes a moment to breathe. “I have witnessed growth happen to each one of you, and I'm glad I became someone you guys can rely on. Thank you for choosing Features.”

His eyes then land on you, and he flashes you a smile. “Y/N, I know the process of deliberating and accomplishing the application was a difficult one. But I want to tell you how proud I am of you.” You can feel your lips quiver at his words. “I’m glad to hand over my position to you officially.”

Before you know it, Kevin makes his way towards you, finding his spot behind you as he rests his hand on your shoulder. As he rubs your shoulder, he brings his mouth close to your ear only for you to hear. And he whispers, “I still mean what I said then.”

His last sentence is a nod to the individual consultation you had with him regarding the position and your opinion piece. That one statement reminds you that he still thinks you are destined for greatness, and you cannot help but feel heartache. You will never find yourself forgetting the time Kevin spent to foster a space of care and growth not only for you but for the rest of your staff.

And you realize at that moment that you are now passed on with that duty—to build up your staff to become better writers while still looking out for them like you would with your friends. Because your staff will always be your friends before they are writers who work under your care. No matter what position you hold, you know that they are people you can rely on if you need to—the same goes for the editorial board.

When you feel Jacob wrap his arm around you, you notice the way he rubs on your arm. His touch is a comforting one—one where you can find yourself entering a space that is built for you to be vulnerable. And you swear you are not the type of person who will cry in front of anyone. To begin with, you already find it difficult to be vulnerable with your friends.

But at that moment, you feel the waterworks turn on. The tears slowly trail down your face as you bite on your bottom lip. Accompanied by Jacob’s comforting rubs, you feel the way he pulls you to his side so that you are closer to him. You wish you could find the right words to say at that moment, but you realize that the rest of the staff do not expect you to say anything because they understand how bittersweet this moment is.

With the way Kevin and Jacob hold you in an attempt to comfort you, you realize how indebted you are to these two. They have done nothing but care for you almost in the same way Sunwoo, Changmin, and Chanhee have for you. And it pains you to know that you will not see their faces on campus for the next year—that they will never see you doing your editor duties.

But you realize that does not have to be the case because you now know that the working relationship you have with the two has now blossomed into one of friendship. You now know you are not bidding them farewell, but an “I’ll message you whenever” instead. You are glad to have joined the publication because this choice brought you to them.

You were proud of how much you two have achieved during this difficult journey. You two have come so far—from high schoolers who were still navigating the uncertainties of adolescent years to adults who have achieved heights never imagined. Although you two still had to navigate the joys and struggles of adulthood outside of college years, you knew that you had each other to rely on.

“I’m proud of you,” your boyfriend says as soon as you finish listing some plans for the next academic year. You cannot help but smile at his words. “I mean, I’ve seen you from just being a writer to taking a spot on the editorial board. I’m so glad I got to witness that growth.”

You let your hand reach out to his cheek, your thumb grazing against his cheek. “You know, I’m also proud of you, right?” He shows you a small smile. “I mean, your passion for dance still shows, and I’m glad that you were recognized for your talents and efforts. Despite some losses, you found a way to bounce back,” you say. “And I’m glad that you were able to figure out a career path that works for you.”

He unwraps one arm from your waist so that he can let his hand rest on top of yours that remains on his face. “I’m glad that you allowed yourself to be vulnerable with me. I know how hard it is for you on most days, but I’m happy you’re taking steps to allow for that change.” And you cannot help but feel your bottom lip quiver at his words.

“I love you, Changmin,” you whisper out. You bring your face closer to his so that you can rest your forehead against his. You let your eyes close before saying, “I’m glad I got to learn all about love through you.”

You feel him give you a peck on the lips. The action makes you giggle. As you open your eyes, you see how big his smile is. “I love you, too. Thank you for being my reason to keep on going.”

In your time knowing Changmin, you learned that linked arms always come with bruised hearts—that trusting someone means having to expose your most vulnerable side to them. Although it is hard to take such steps, the feeling that comes from it after is liberating.

The reality is that loving someone means building spaces for them to tell you their deepest sentiments. It also means supporting them in all that their heart lies on—helping to reestablish their independence. But most importantly, it means giving them reasons to keep going on the journey you both embark on.

You have learned about love from your best friends more than romantic media will ever show you. And every day, you are glad to continuously learn all about it through them. And now, all the love that is stored within you will grow in abundance because your friends have spent their time filling you with it.

But most of all, you are happy to know that you are not destined for loneliness in the end. You do not have to think about going back home to a colorless home after every hard day at work. Instead, you knew that your future would be full of warmth and color—all thanks to the one person who has taught you the most about love.

if you liked this, please take some time to reblog this!

#zzoguri works #deoboyznet #kflixnet #bjnet #k-labels #the boyz #ji changmin #the boyz x reader #changmin x reader #ji changmin x reader #ji changmin fluff #the boyz fluff #q x reader #kyu x reader #of linked arms and bruised hearts (you are the reason i keep on going)

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astudyintheburningofhearts · 8 months

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FINALLY FINISHED GOOD OMENS- IT WAS SO GOOD WTF- ALSO ALSO ALSO I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO SAY-

(spoilers under the cut) .

Bildad the Shuhite, love of my life.

BRO THE METATRON- FUCK HIM, HONESTLY, WHAT A DICK- (chanelling my inner comic!Nick Nelson, can you tell?)

The FUCKING "I FORGIVE YOU" AZIRAPHALEEEEE WHYYYYYYYYY (ALSO NEIL WHY. WHY. LITERALLY MY HEART-)

Couldn't cry because family was present + It'd been spoilt somewhat for me BUT NOTHING PREPARED ME FOR THE SCENES BEFORE THE KISS WHERE CROWLEY'S TRYING TO CONFESS AND AZIRAPHALE'S TRYING TO TELL HIM ABOUT THE POSITION HE JUST TOOK- UGHHHHHHHH

AND ALSO THE RESIGNED "DON'T BOTHER" OH. MY. GOSHHHHHH- CROWLEY :( MY HEART :(

also- the way the fucking way Crowley looked at Nina as if to say "I tried" and then at Maggie as if to say "I hope you do better/I hope it goes better for you" ffs

Also, again, FUCK METATRON- because this bitch walks in IMMEDIATELY after Crowley and then wastes absolutely NO time before bitching about him- literally "Always asked damn fool questions too"- not only is he manipulating Aziraphale into sort of believing Crowley would just fall again or he wouldn't do well by his side (DESPITE MANIPULATING HIM BY TELLING HIM THAT HE COULD MAKE HIM AN ANGEL AGAIN, MIND YOU) (imo, at least)

It truly is Aziraphale, Mr. I will make it better for you and Crowley, Mr. I never wanted you to make it better/ never wanted for it to be better, all I've ever wanted is you

The "Hear that? ... No Nightingales" literally broke my heart- cuz I remember reading some meta about it somewhere on here and when I was thinking about it to myself after watching, I could only think of how it sort of symbolised then end of their relationship and that broke me, ok? Especially when the Bentley played A Nightingale Sang In Berkely Square instead of its usual Queen- AND THEN HOW CROWLEY PAUSED FOR A MINUTE TO LISTEN TO IT? NO. LITERALLY STOP, OK. LIKE THE WAY IT SEEMS THAT HE'S ALREADY REMINISCING- HOW HE'S SO FUCKING DEJECTED AND FEELS LIKE HE NEEDS TO HOLD ONTO ANY PIECE OF THEM HE CAN BEFORE HE COMPLETELY GIVES UP- (AGAIN, IMO) BUT FUCK??????

On another note, however, how freaking adorable were Beelzebub and Gabriel??????????? They make me wanna 💢 🔪

No literally- Gabriel making only Everyday play on the jukebox???? Beelzebub recognising it????????? The FUCKING FLY MESSAGE ON THE BOX- shut up that's so cute, they're so stupidly in love- ALSO THE "MY HEAVEN IS WHERE BEELZEBUB IS" "AND MY HELL IS WHERE YOU ARE, MY SWEET"?????????????????????????????????? FUCKING SLAPPED- ME WHEN BRO. ME WHEN. GOD-

AND ALSO. THE. WAY. CROWLEY. AND. AZIRAPHALE. LOOK. AT. EACH. OTHER/ SHARE. A. LOOK. WHEN. CROWLEY. MENTIONS. APLHA. CENTAURI. LITERALLY ACTUALLY STFU OK? *SLAMS A DOOR IN NOBODY'S FACE IN PARTICULAR*

ALSO- CROWLEY TELLING AZIRAPHALE HOW HE PROBABLY UNDERSTANDS IT BETTER THAN AZIRAPHALE????? BECAUSE REMEMBER? IT USED TO BE THE OPPOSITE- ANGEL!CROWLEY WAS ALWAYS THE ULTIMATE OPTIMIST, THE ONE WHO BELIEVED HEAVEN WOULDN'T TRULY DAMN THOSE WHO ASKED QUESTIONS- AZIRAPHALE WAS THE ONE WHO WAS MORE CAUTIOUS- BUT NOW, IT'S AZIRAPHALE BLINDLY TRUSTING THE METATRON (IT'S BECAUSE HE LOVES CROWLEY SUPER FUCKING MUCH, BTW, FOLKS) AND CROWLEY'S THE ONE WHO'S LITERALLY DYING BECAUSE HE KNOWS. HE. KNOWS. AZIRAPHALE HAS NEVER BEEN NAIVE- NOT IN THE WAY CROWLEY HAD ONCE BEEN- BUT LOVE HAS BLINDED HIM-

oh, and i forgot to mention: THE FUCKING LIP TOUCH AZIRAPHALE DOES AFTERWARDS-

AND THE WAY HE PAUSES AND HESITATES AND THEN FAKES A SMILE SAYING HE DOESN'T NEED TO BRING ANYTHING WHEN WE ALL KNOW EXACTLY WHAT HE MEANS TO SAY

AND ALSO CROWLEY SAYING THAT HE NEEDED TO STAY AND TAKE CARE OF THE BOOKSHOP INSTEAD OF HIMSELF- AND NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT, WHEN METATRON SAYS MURIEL WILL TAKE CARE OF THE SHOP, HE MIGHT NOT REALISE IT HIMSELF, BUT MURIEL WILL ALSO PROBABLY TAKE CARE OF CROWLEY- IDK, MAYBE I'M JUST SPIRALLING OK-

god, if only they fucking talked-

Michael Sheen and David Tennant owe me oh so many things... someone pass it on to them, please, thanks.

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thebrainrotsreal · 2 months

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(have you watched it yet? whadja think? lmk ^-^)

I FINALLY HAVE! Had the most exhausting weekend bleh, but oh my god I ADORED THIS EPISODE??? I don't even have words, I just finished watching and I'm STILL processing everything that went done, but OH MY GOODNESS? First of all, Mahoro??? I LOVE HER. The way she didn't even flinch? Incredible, iconic, brilliant. I cannot express enough how much I adore the fact she still has no interest in Arajin.

AND THEN ARAJIN! His moment was BRILLIANT, his fear and bravery, being moved by Mahoro, and the FIGHT was EPIC. The animation for fighting is so yummy, I can't even begin, but Matakara and Arajin's little moment is INCREDIBLE TO ME. I love how Arajin still acts how he usually does around him, seemingly surface level indifference but he still cares so much. And that line, "I'm not the one who didn't give up though", to Matakara's praise is chef's kiss to me. Their dynamic is 10/10 I love seeing it slowly progress, and the first semblance of Arajin somewhat actually communicating. I am going to analyze that line to pieces.

BUT AAA! These are first the first main thoughts ping-ponging around my head and I would love to know your thoughts. To me, this episode was so incredible, the flashbacks, dynamics, epic moments, WERE JUST SO GOOD.

#hehe mutual buddy #asks #also my b it took me a minute to finally get the chance to watch it BUT AAA TELL ME UR THOUGHTS #so happy to have a mutual to discuss this with my brain is going crazy rn #bucchigiri brainrot hours

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starlitangels · 1 year

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Thrown To the Wolves

I was playing with this headcanon a while back and now... here you go. 3.0k words (almost exactly!)

CW: verbal arguing

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David Shaw: You. Me. Den. 20 minutes.

Me: Yeesh. You could at least buy me dinner first.

David Shaw: That’s not what I’m getting at and you know it. Den in 20.

Me: Ugh. Fine. Yessir.

—

“David?” I called into the quiet den.

After a moment, he emerged from the door with the beaten-up Alpha’s Office placard on it. His eyes were bloodshot. He jerked his head in indication for me to follow him into the office.

We each sat in an armchair on the visitor side of the desk.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“My dad is dead.”

My jaw dropped. “Oh my God. I’m sorry. What happened?”

“I don’t know for sure. The Department is being cagey.”

I scoffed. “Typical. We gonna break in and steal their records?” I couldn’t help lighting up just a little. Anything to stick it to the Department sounded fun to me.

David’s green eyes bored into me. “Tank. You know what my dad’s death means, don’t you?”

“Uh…”

“Remember a certain ceremony in the woods five years ago?”

“When you were made beta?”

“Yes. And…?”

Realization hit me. “Oh my God you’re the alpha now.”

“There we go. Now you’re on the same page,” David snapped.

I rolled my eyes. “Alright. New bossman. What am I doing here, then? Come to finally throw me out of the pack now that you’re in charge?”

“What? No. Where did—why would you think—no. No, I’m not. Just the opposite, actually.”

“Okay…?”

“I’ve been doing some… thinking—”

“Uh-oh. You know how bad that is for you.”

“Shut up and let me finish, Tank,” David snarled. I snapped my mouth shut. That tone wasn’t one to trifle with. I could mess with David a little, but not when he started to cross from irritated into angry. He took a deep breath and sighed heavily. “I need you to be the beta of the pack.”

I blinked, eyebrows raising. “Excuse me, I’m sorry, what?”

“You heard me.”

“Yeah—I’m just giving you a chance to take it back.”

David shook his head.

I threw my hands in the air. “Why me? Why not Asher? He’s your best friend and you trust him a hell of a lot more than you should trust me.”

“I would choose Ash. But…” David’s mouth faltered a little and—for the first time in my life—he looked sheepish. He closed his eyes and looked away from me with a frustrated growl. I stared with wide eyes as I put some pieces together.

“Oh… my God. You’ve got a crush on him!” I whispered, even though there was no one else in the den to eavesdrop. Not that whispering would do much good against shifter ears. “You can’t make him the beta because it's a conflict of interest!” One of my hands lifted to slightly cover my gaping mouth. “You want him.” I couldn’t stop the smile that pulled up my face, somewhat grateful that David couldn’t bring himself to look at me. “Oh man. So many things make sense now. Not just the beta bit.”

“It’s not just a conflict of interest, Tank. This wouldn’t be the first time an alpha and beta were… involved,” David grumbled.

I raised a brow. “Okay.”

“I… I can’t… I can’t subject Ash to…”

“To a leadership position where he’d be facing all the worst cruelties the Imperium has to offer,” I finished.

“I know Asher is strong enough. But…”

“But you’re in love with him and want to protect him.”

David bounced an eyebrow. “You could put it that way.”

I snorted. “But you’re fine throwing me to the metaphorical and literal wolves.”

That got him to finally look at me again. His head whipped around and he glared at me. “Tank—”

“Oh don’t get up in arms about it. I know that’s not what you meant. I’m just giving you guff.”

A muscle worked in his jaw. “Are you accepting the position or not?”

I rested my chin on my palm, stroking one of the scars on my face with my fingernail, staring back at David thoughtfully. “You really want me? Not Milo or Amanda?”

David huffed. “The Imperium is a harsh place, Tank. I need someone tough to face it with me.”

“And someone who’s not at all afraid of or intimidated by you in case you start falling prey to corruption.”

“… Right.”

I nodded. “Okay. I'll do it.”

He blinked slowly. “Wait. Really?”

“Yeah. You chose me and I’ll respect that.” I cleared my throat. “I give you a lot of hell, David. Because, well, it’s funny—but I know you can take it. But if you’re trusting me with this, then I’m going to do my best to serve.”

He blinked. “Thank you.”

I shrugged. “Maybe it’s about time I stop disappointing everyone.”

—

“So…” I said in the car ride back from the Department building where David and I had registered me as the beta of the pack. The pack ceremony would come later. “How long have you had a crush on Ash?”

The leather steering wheel creaked with how hard David clenched his hands around it. I half-expected him not to answer and growl at me to mind my own business.

“I… don’t know. I don’t know when things changed.”

I crossed my legs, setting one foot on my opposite knee. “When did you realize it?”

David shrugged. “Few years ago.”

“Did… Gabe… know?”

“Probably. I never talked about it, but he probably figured it out.”

I nodded. Part of me wanted to tease. Part of me wanted to be genuine. Legally, I was his pack beta. Emotionally, he was more like my irritating older brother.

“So… why haven’t you done anything about it?”

David scoffed. “Asher deserves better.”

“Oh my G—you’re a pack alpha of the biggest pack in the capital of the Imperium! ‘Deserves better’?! David, please! Ash couldn’t aim higher than you! Not looking at other shifters, anyway.”

David shot me a quick look before turning his eyes back to the road. “Tank, you know what I’m like. That’s what he deserves better than. It’s not rank or status. It’s… personality. Asher deserves someone better than me.”

I blinked owlishly at him, staring. “Are… are you serious, Shaw?” I demanded. David’s eyebrows scrunched, like he was confused. “Asher is your best friend. And, newsflash, if you for some inexplicable reason didn’t already know, you are his best friend too. If he couldn’t handle your personality he would have stopped talking to you as much as he does a long time ago, got it? Sure, Ash is a friendly, bubbly guy who can get along with just about anyone, but he chooses, again and again, to spend time with you.” I waved one hand around vaguely, the other rubbing the side of my face. “What isn’t clicking for you here?!”

“Look, I’m already doing something about it, okay?” David snapped.

“And what’s that? Pining?”

“Making you beta!”

I shut my mouth. For a second, anyway. “So… are you going to ask him out?”

He sucked in a deep breath through his nose and growled low in his throat as he exhaled. “... Yeah.”

“Good. Because if he finds out you made me beta before you ask him out, he’s gonna be so damn hurt. And then Milo and I are gonna have to hear him whine about how you don’t trust him and that he’s letting you dooowwwn—” The sarcastic whining in my own voice made David roll his eyes as I started to laugh. “Hey,” I continued softer, “drop me off at the den so I can grab my bike and then you go get him. Stop wasting time. You’ve wasted enough already.”

David shot me a glare before turning his eyes back to the road. “Shut up,” he muttered. Half-heartedly.

I snorted. “You made me beta. Not a chance,” I retorted. “You get to listen to my second opinion on every damn decision you’re making for the pack until you demote me or one of us dies.”

“And I’m grateful for that,” David said. “You have a good head on your shoulders.”

“Technically it’s on my neck and I’ve never understood that phrase but… thanks, I guess.”

David grunted.

The rest of the drive back to the den was quiet. I’d folded my arms over my torso and slouched down in the passenger seat, staring out the window like a moody teenager. David didn’t even turn on the radio. I’d never understood how he could just sit in silence like that without music.

When we got to the den, Asher’s car was there, parked behind my motorcycle. A slow smile spread over my face.

“Not a word,” David growled.

“Nope. That’s not my place,” I replied, even though I was still smiling wide.

We got out of the truck and headed for the den. David marched right in but I just slung around the doorway to grab my helmet and motorcycle jacket off the coat rack next to the door.

“Bye!” I called, swinging back out the door and shutting it behind me before getting on my bike and driving off to go home.

—

Incoming Call… Asher

I snatched my phone off the end table and accepted the call. “What’s up?” I asked.

“Do you have a minute to talk?”

I reminded myself that I was the beta now—and I needed to let the pack take priority over pretty much everything. “Sure,” I replied.

“Good.” He hung up.

“Huh?” I mumbled, staring at my phone screen.

Bang-bang-bang! The sound of a fist pounding on my door seemingly answering the unspoken question.

I got off the couch and went to the door, popping it open after a brief glance through the peephole revealed it was Asher. “Hey, Ash,” I said, opening the door wider. He stepped in. Unusually quiet.

I shut the door—

And immediately ducked away from Asher trying to hit me.

“Ash, what the hell?”

“What is going on?!” Asher demanded sharply.

“Uh… what?”

“Don’t—play—dumb—with me, Tank!” Asher snarled. I blinked several times.

“Ash, I genuinely have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Do you think I’m stupid?!”

“What gave you that idea? Of course not!”

Asher growled and for a second I thought he was going to shift. I slid one foot back to brace my stance to shift as well, but he stayed a man. “Then why did I see you and David get out of his truck—together—at the den? Before you just hopped on your bike all hunky-dory and swanned off!”

“Did… did David not tell you?”

“That you two are hooking up?! No! Why would my best friend trust me with something like that?!”

Pieces clicked into place. “Ohhh,” I said.

“What?” Ash snarled.

“Did David say anything to you after I left?” I tried to be gentle, but abrasiveness was in my nature, and despite my efforts I was usually about as gentle as sandpaper.

“I’m sure he probably wanted to.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. Asher was the most emotionally intelligent man I’d ever met in my life. He could read people better than a daemon. I was nowhere close to his level and had always struggled with feelings. “This is a misunderstanding,” I said.

“Oh, is it?” he spat.

I growled and clenched my fists, tempted to throw one of my own. Asher’s missed because I was more experienced than he was in physical combat. Mine wouldn’t miss him—for the same reason. So I kept my hands to myself. “Yes. It is,” I ground out. “First of all: how dare you assume I’m hooking up with David. He’s like a brother to me and that’s disgusting. Second of all, we were coming back from the Department building.”

“Doing what? Registering a mating bond?”

I gagged. “Did you not hear what I just said?! No!” I growled and shoved a hand over the top of my head, nails digging lightly against my scalp. “Look, David was supposed to tell you this, but he took me to the Department because…” I was loathe to take this news out of David’s hands, but for the sake of pack dynamics and trying to save my dumbass alpha’s possible relationship, I was going to have to. “Because Gabe’s death made David the alpha, and David registered me as his new beta.”

Asher’s eyes widened. “Why…” He looked around my somewhat barren apartment. I had a couple pictures tacked to the walls, but not much else by way of decoration. “He picked you?”

I nodded. “Yeah.” I tried not to be hurt by his incredulous tone, but it still stung.

“Why would he pick you?” Ash demanded.

I gave up on trying to be subtle or gentle. “Because he’s in love with you, dammit, and wants someone expendable to run the pack with him.” I grabbed his shoulders and gave him a gentle shake. “He’s trying to protect you, moron! Get with the program: the Imperium sucks. And it sucks to run a pack. David’s fine throwing me to the wolves as long as it means you don’t have to. Asher, you’re the light of this pack in a dark world. He’d rather I be the one throwing myself at the Imperium for the sake of our pack than risk dimming your light. So shut—up. It was a misunderstanding.”

Asher’s eyes had filled with tears the second I said David was in love with him and he just kept sobbing through my whole impassioned, half-shouted speech.

Once I was done, Asher surged forward. I thought was going to tackle me—and he practically did. But his arms wrapped around me and he sobbed into my chest. I patted his back awkwardly and glanced around for my phone. I managed not to break out of Asher’s hold as I bent backward just enough to snatch it off the back of the sofa.

Me: I’ve been your beta for one hour and I’m already cleaning up your messes, Shaw.

David Shaw: Meaning?

Me: I have your future boyfriend here, crying, after *I* got accused of hooking up with you and had to explain what’s actually happening Me: Come pick him up Me: Please Me: David, he’s hugging me and I don’t know what the hell to do

David: I’ll be right there.

—

I strode into the meeting with my head held high, ignoring the way the other alphas looked around at me.

One of them stepped into my path. Eyes flicking me up and down. “And you are?”

“I’m the Shaw Pack beta,” I said.

“Where’s the Shaw Pack alpha?”

“Celebrating his anniversary with his mate. I volunteered to take his place.”

“This meeting is for alphas only.”

“And, according to Imperial Department of Law Enforcement Law One-Sixteen, Subsection Eight-Point-Three, Shifters: ‘in the presence of extenuating circumstances in which an alpha cannot present as the leading representative of their pack, the beta is entitled to take their alpha’s place with full rights and responsibilities as acting alpha until such time as the alpha returns.’ So don’t try me,” I retorted. Thank Milo’s mate for making me memorize that damn law, I thought.

The alpha standing in my way clenched his jaw. I brushed past him and went right to Gregory Keaton.

“Evening, sir,” I greeted.

“Well, well. Hello, Tanker. I see you’re handling your responsibilities well. How’s David?”

“He’s great. On a trip with his mate. So here I am.” I spread my arms like I was on display. Gregory chuckled at the dry joke.

“Well, he’ll be proud of how you’re handling yourself tonight.”

“Thank you.”

“Go grab your seat. The meeting will be starting soon.”

I nodded to him and went to the chair designated Shaw Pack, plopping down. I was the youngest in the room by a solid decade, but none of these alphas except Gregory had been serving longer than five years.

I listened to the meeting, brain spinning in the What Would David Do? circles for the entire first hour. The primary answer was be quiet and listen. David’s philosophy of don’t speak often, so when you do your words matter served me just fine. I didn’t have a philosophy but I wasn’t much of a talker. I listened and I observed. Most of my instincts watched for weaknesses and points to strike. Tonight was no exception.

I pulled out my phone halfway through.

Me: How do you deal? This meeting is boring

David Shaw: We all do what we have to, Tank.

At that moment, someone barked my name. I looked up. “Are you even listening?!” the alpha demanded. Same one as before.

“Have been for the last hour,” I replied blithely, crossing my arms.

“You’ve haven’t said a word,” the alpha snapped.

I raised an eyebrow. “You haven’t said anything worth responding to.”

“Tanker,” Gregory warned lightly from two seats to my left. I glanced at him innocently.

“Tanker,” the derisive alpha sneered. “What kind of nickname is that?”

“The kind that’s earned.” I rolled up one jacket sleeve to reveal a few thin, old scars. “You think David picked me to be beta because of my winning personality? Wrong-o. He picked me because I’m the second-most-skilled fighter in the damn pack after David himself.” My legs tensed to stand, but I stayed in my seat. “As I said earlier tonight: don’t try me.”

I heard Gregory snicker. “John, I don’t recommend tangling with any member of the Shaw Pack,” he said. “The business end of all their claws are particularly sharp.”

The other alpha scoffed, but didn’t do more than level a glare at me.

—

David Shaw: How was the meeting?

Me: I didn’t get in any physical fights, if that’s what you’re asking. So I call that a win.

David Shaw: Gregory texted me and said I’d be proud of you. I am proud of you, Tank. you’re taking the whole beta thing in stride and that’s something to be proud of.

Me: Thanks, David. That actually means a lot to me to hear.

—

Tag list: @zozo-01 @thegoldenlittlerose @mainhoesstuff @darlin-collins (and adding @daveyistheloml after her tag saying she wouldn’t sleep until she got this fic so here you go!)

#Redacted ASMR #fic #Redacted Darlin'#Redacted David #Redacted Asher #David Shaw #Darlin'#Asher #Redacted Audio #Asher becomes Alpha after David and Darlin' both die #because in my head Alpha's Mate is next in line #Starlit Fic

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thelaughtercafe · 4 months

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Warm Goodbyes

Tea Type: Sweet Tea (Self-indulgent fluff because I finished Shadowbringers and needed an emotional release. Not very specific but I’d say be at the end or past the expansion before reading if you really want to go in fully blind <3)

Potential Triggers: None for this fic, except maybe magical tickling, if that bothers you!

Pairing: Thancred/F!Reader(I read them romantic but it can be platonic). Estinien/Reader is also mentioned, although he's not present. There's a lot of the main characters Ler'ing, with Reader and Ryne as Lee's, with Ryne being totally platonic.

Length: 3.5k+

Summary: In which Ryne and the Warrior bond, shenanigans ensue and fun is had to make their last day together as a family as memorable as possible.

A/N:… I also like cat boys okay? Sue me. I guess Thancred and Estinien just weren’t enough for my heart to attach to.

“Did I ever tell you how the others arrived in the First?”

Your voice was quiet as you and Ryne looked over the Crystarium, the peace of the long sought night making it all the easier to hear you. You both sat on the top of Graha Tia’s favorite lookout, taking in the view.

Ryne shook her head.

“Not from you, no. I’ve heard bits and pieces from the others. Something about getting headaches, hearing the Exarch call for you all and eventually collapsing one after another, right?”

You looked over and nodded, smiling slightly.

“Yes, just so. I know all of us leaving tomorrow is frightening. Thancred most of all. It is not the same, but I thought you should know I do somewhat understand how you feel.”

You turned to look out at the stars, heart stirring in pain as Ryne looked at you curiously, expression gentle.

“You know by now how close Thancred and I are. He is, and always will be my rock. I know I can count on him for anything. So when he suddenly collapsed, the fear and panic that gripped me like a vice-”

You shook your head as your voice cracked. This is why you didn’t talk about it. You always got over-emotional.

“A-After Thancred, the others began to fall too and I could do nothing but watch. Urianger, Y'shtola, Alphinaud…eventually it was only Alisaie and I, and then she too fell into a coma. Yet still I had to keep pressing on. There was a war on the horizon, and as the voice continued calling my resolve was weakening. I finally fell unconscious right at the feet of my greatest enemy, who was prepared to strike me down.”

You shot a smile her way at the worry on her face.

“You needn’t worry. Luckily, my other rock, Estinien Wyrmblood is his name, witnessed my fall and wisely spirited me away from the battlefield. He’s a stoic, quiet man, but he cares. I suppose him and Thancred share that trait. Hiding their feelings I mean.”

You placed your arm around Ryne and sighed.

“…All this to say? The pain you feel in your heart. The worry if everything will turn out alright. If we’ll be okay. If you’ll be okay. They’re all valid and every one of us loves you so much. We’re just as torn up as you are, I assure you. Everyone is trying to be strong for each other, despite the pain we feel and-”

You sniffled, offering her a watery smile.

“I…was never good at that. Despite what I’d have my enemies think, I’m extremely prone to emotion. A complete and utter crybaby. It’s okay if you are too.”

With that, the girl finally broke, hurling herself into your arms and you both sobbed. You hugged her tightly as she gasped into your neck.

“I’m so scared! You’re the only family I’ve known and now I have to find a new one-I-I want you to stay! Or to go with you! I don’t want to be alone again!!”

“Oh Ryne…"

You did your best to gather yourself, feeling your heart break.

"Gods I’m going to miss you so damn much. We all are. I’ll be back to visit I swear it. I’ll tell you all the stupid antics we get up to! Alisaie and Alphinaud’s banter, how many times I can make fun of Thancred’s age before he strangles me, Y'shtola’s good-natured savagery, Urinager’s ramblings…all of it, I promise. What I wouldn’t give to take you with us. I’ll keep looking for a way. I swear it.”

Ryne pulled back with a final sniffle and a bittersweet smile.

“I know you will. You’ve always been so good. So empathetic. Take care of Thancred and the others and make sure they rest enough.”

She looked behind your shoulder after your nod and gasped and you sighed, having an inkling on who it was.

“It’d be 0, by the way, in case that wasn’t clear. Not that I need a particular reason to mess with you. You’re losing your edge if I was able to sneak up on you like that.”

Just like that you rubbed your eyes and snarked.

“You’d have to catch me first.”

A smirk graced your lips as you stretched your arms up to crack your back, relishing in the way Ryne was smiling at your side. That’s what you liked to see.

“Good luck with that in your old-aha hehehey!! Not hehehere!”

You squealed as Thancred struck before you could finish, attacking your vulnerable underarms and making you careen forward and try to protect yourself, only to trap his hands. He continued unabated, wiggling his fingers mercilessly as he taunted you, crouching down at your side as Ryne succumbed to giggles at your plight.

“Oh? Why? Scared Ryne will see how hopelessly ticklish you are? Or mayhap it’s the Exarch you’re worried about given this is his favorite spot. He has that portal in the tower you know…I bet he could see you at any time.”

Your face flamed and you weakly tried to kick him away, finally raising your arms slightly in a desperate attempt to fight back, only for him to change targets and go for your stomach instead, gently pulling you towards him and holding you against him between his legs so he could restrain you easier.

“No of course nhahahat!!”

You didn’t need to see him to know he was smiling.

“You’re still a terrible liar to those you love, you know.”

“T-Trhihicked you once, didn’t I smartass?”

He froze, merely holding you still and you panted, looking to Ryne who was now also catching her breath, a huge grin on her face.

“Did you just curse ?”

She finally got out, breathless from her own laughter with mirth glittering in her irises.

You winced.

“Sorry I didn’t-”

“No need to apologize! I’m just surprised that’s what made you finally curse in front of me is all."

Her smile grew mischievous.

"Though I suppose I can’t blame you with your ticklishness.”

You smirked at that jerking in Thancred’s hold as if to go for her and making her jump back.

“Keep making fun and I’ll see just how ticklish you are.”

“Don’t even think about it!”

“Oh? Why not?”

“I…um… oh! Because I’ll go right to the Exarch!”

She giggled and you groaned and tossed your head back against Thancred’s chest to glare at him half-heartedly.

“… You’re her father. Are you really sure you’re okay with this type of churlish behavior?”

He snickered, quirking an eyebrow down at you.

“Well, if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be fine with you cursing in front of her either so pick your poison.”

You rolled your eyes fondly but after a look at Ryne you smirked.

“…What if I say I’m fine with that?”

Thancred seemed mildly surprised you weren’t putting up a fight until he glanced at her too and warmth filled his eyes.

Ryne was shuffling her feet, a near giddy expression on her face as she held hope in her eyes. She enjoyed it just as you did and given you’d all be parting ways on the morrow the least she deserved was laughter in the safety of her family. She seemed ready for a chase too so you mumbled to Thancred.

“You can get me again later. Let’s team up.”

He nodded and the moment Ryne saw his arms loosen she was off like a shot, carefree laughter leaving her in waves.

“You’ll never catch me alive!”

“Wanna bet?”

You called after her but Thancred and you both gave her a head start to briefly talk strategy. Thancred opted to guard the Crystarium, so she couldn’t get to G'raha Tia without going through him and you would pursue her the usual way. You didn’t account for her to run to the others for aid.

By the time you caught up she was giggling and out of breath, hiding behind Urianger and pleading with Alphinaud with the best case of puppy eyes you’d ever witnessed.

“Ryne, c'mon bringing in outside parties isn’t fair!!”

She stuck her tongue out at you.

“You did it first with Thancred! I’m just evening the playing field!”

“Is this true?”

The look in Urianger’s eyes could only be called amusement and you blushed, sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck. You couldn’t very well explain your plan with her right there. So you went the childish route.

“She asked for it by making fun of me!”

Urinager raised an eyebrow at that and Alphinaud snickered under his breath.

“That’s not exactly new. Besides, you like it any-”

“Finish that statement Alphie and I swear…”

You fired back without thinking but instantly regretted it as he stepped forward and drew his book threateningly, Refia standing on his shoulder.

“You’re quite certain you want to talk back right now? Shall it be Cure or Lustrate then?”

He raised his hand and you leaped back, seeing Ryne dash off towards the Crystarium and praying Thancred would be quick.

You risked a glance at a confused Urianger, looking between both of you.

“Forgive me my ignorance, but you aren’t injured, correct?”

You shook your head and opened your mouth to respond but Alphinaud beat you to it, a playful grin on his face.

“Ah I understand your confusion, Urinager. No, she isn’t. However through accidental means we discovered casting healing magic on her when she no longer has the need of it…well. It tickles quite ceaselessly for a fair bit. The effects are somewhat lost thanks to my healing kit not being the most effective in comparison to Astrologians or White Mages.”

His eyes glittered with just a touch of sadism as he offered.

“…Care to see for yourself?”

You saw Urianger pondering it and just as you turned to finally get the Hell out of there you heard him speak.

“Mayhap to satiate my curiosity, then. Benefic .”

You tensed up entirely, shoulders shaking as you tried to hold back and just keep moving but your poor body wasn’t having it as you just…crouched to the ground and covered your mouth as the two leisurely strolled over.

“A-Aha-Alphinaud so help me when this sphehell f-finishes-eep-i swear to Hydaelyn-”

Said boy smiled smugly down at you, crouching to your level to pat you on the head.

“Oh come now. Just hush and ride it out, won’t you? Keep taunting me and maybe next I’ll have Urinager cast a Regen- aren’t you curious how long it’d linger given it’s long lasting nature?”

As you desperately shook your head he offered a light laugh as Urianger joined you both to observe you curiously.

“Mayhap I’ll cast another single target heal then hm?"

"How absolutely fascinating.”

Urinager’s voice stopped you from saying something stupid and getting yourself tormented further but it also made you all the more aware of the sensations wracking your body.

Healing aether typically was a cool, numbing sensation as it sought out your wounds before knitting the flesh back together. With no wounds, the healing aether searched for places to heal, growing more vehement as time passed. It was icy and the shock of the cold made the tickling worse as it finally nailed the sweet spot of your ears. You finally broke, giggles and laughs leaving you as you blushed in embarrassment, hugging yourself tightly despite your arms offering 0 protection against magic. The aether wiggled and writhed making you cover your ears and whine.

“This isn’t fhahahair!! Ahahaha!! H-How am I suphohohosed to fight h-h-hehehealing magic I can’t shehehee! U-Urinager plhehehease!”

You tried to mimic Ryne’s puppy dog eyes from earlier and he mercifully snapped out of talking to himself about possibilities and theories to pull the aether back. You panted lightly and he couldn’t hold back his curiosity.

“May I inquire as to if mine heal was indeed more mirth inducing?”

You glared at him before it broke into a smile at his innocent curiosity, nodding tiredly. Still a researcher at heart.

“Mmhmm. Alphinaud’s felt…less cold too which helped. Yours was like ice. No avoiding a sensation that demanding. And it was more exploratory. Alphinaud’s lingered in one area unless he directed it whereas yours seemed to naturally seek out injury.”

He nodded, still clearly wonderstruck.

“I’ll have to experiment more later, if that’s alright with you? Such a reaction is unheard of to even one so experienced as I.”

You blushed but nodded nonetheless. He was still somewhat new to allowing himself to tickle you, so he needed the reassurance you liked it and didn’t mind more than the others. A bit embarrassing as you saw Alphinaud snickered at you but he knew anyway so it was no big deal by now.

“A-Anyway! Thancred and I are actually trying to cheer up Ryne. She looked eager to experience it so we teamed up to get her together. Any chance you could help?”

Urianger shook his head.

“Regrettably I have already pledged my services to young Ryne and I cannot go back on my word.”

You glanced at Alphinaud and he too, shook his head.

“As if! Find Alisaie and Y'shtola to even the playing field if you wish but this is a war . Lus -”

You cut off the spell quickly as you scrambled away and to your feet after tossing powder in his face. A mild irritant but you prayed it would work.

“Ah, Silencing Powder. A typical choice for strategy, but I see thou hast forgotten I am the larger threat.”

Urianger cut off your escape to smile down at you and you cursed inwardly.

“Th-Thancred’s likely already caught her by now! He was guarding the Crystarium!”

You blurted out. Would he kill you later? Maybe. Was it worth it to both give yourself a fighting chance and also maybe see him be wrecked for once? Absolutely.

Urianger relented at that.

“Very well. ‘Tis only fair. Thou would do well to stay out of sight however. We shall not be so merciful should we meet again before the war concludes.”

You smiled nervously as Alphinaud grumbled silently at you behind Urinager and they both left.

Now, the question was to seek out Alisaie and Y'shtola or Ryne and Thancred.

A voice interrupted your pondering

“Are you quite alright my friend? You seem awfully out of breath.”

G'raha’s voice was both reassuring and panic inducing. If he was here that meant Thancred was guarding nothing! You whirled to face the red haired Miqo'te and pasted on a smile.

“J-Just fine, don’t worry! I was just getting a workout in."

Half-truths were the only way for you to not be as obvious when lying to those you cared about and luckily G'raha seemed to buy it.

"Ah I see, how nice! I was actually planning to do a spot of training myself aft-”

He was cut off by a familiar voice.

“Exarch, there you are!”

Ryne’s voice was a cheerful chirp even with Thancred hot on her heels. He seemed slower than usual and seeing the tremble of his gait and lips told you why. Seemed either Alphinaud or Urianger had tried their magic method on him too.

G'raha, bless his heart, cocked his head to the side in innocent curiosity.

“Oh? You need me for something Ryne?”

You opened your mouth to intervene but found abruptly you couldn’t move, let alone speak. Damn it all-Alphinaud slung an arm around your shoulder as Stop kicked in fully. Payback for your trick earlier, no doubt. Brat.

You could do nothing but watch as Ryne reached G'raha Tia and grinned at you before beaming up at him innocently.

“It’s nothing major, well, everyone else knows already so I figured I’d let you know she’s ti-mmph-!”

Thancred’s own affliction had worn off much to your relief, letting him cover Ryne’s mouth and smirk down at her, and as Alphinaud released you and attempted to ready another spell you tackled him to the ground and pinned him. Thank goodness Stop wore off much faster than Slow. Urianger finally rejoined, looking out of breath but he hung back and watched the scene unfold in amusement.

“Don’t even think about it!”

G'raha, for his part, merely looked between both of your pairs in bewilderment.

“…Are you hiding something from me?”

His voice and body language were sad as he looked at you expectantly.

“I know I’m new to the group but I suppose I thought you trusted me just as you do the others.”

Your eyes widened with panic.

“G-G'raha it’s nothing like that. This is…a playful affair. Nothing more.”

“You don��t have to lie to make me feel better. Ryne said everyone else already knew.”

He looked positively distraught, ears flat against his head and you let Alphinaud up with a sigh, already blushing in anticipation. But how could you not confess with G'raha looking so sad?

Thancred saw your reddening face and he too released Ryne, speaking up on your behalf. If he waited for you to work up the courage you’d never get the words out.

“She likes being tickled. That’s all. We all tease her about and with it quite often.”

G'raha blinked and then gave a knowing, if fond smile.

“Oh is that all? And here I thought it was something serious. My apologies.”

“You say that as if you already know.”

You mumbled in shock.

G'raha turned and a rare smirk made his eyes narrow in amusement.

“Mm. What of it? You asked me shortly after we met.”

You all stiffened at that, but Thancred most of all.

“Asked? Me?! I don’t remember that at all and trust me when I say I would.”

He had the good sense to look sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“There’s quite a good reason for that. You see at the camp you accidentally had tea containing catrinus…”

“Oh Twelve strike me…”

You buried your face in your hands. Not catrinus. No wonder you didn’t remember. It made Miqo'te quite affectionate and helped them lose their inhibitions. And you had a very low tolerance to it, just like alcohol.

But G'raha wasn’t finished, especially seeing as the other 4 were looking at him so expectantly.

“Catrinus affects us Miqo'tes much like alcohol, but most say it’s more potent as a general rule. She had drank the whole cup, not realizing just how much was within and so I was taking care of her, after getting her an inn room. As I made to leave, she clung to me and nuzzled my arm before asking if I would please tickle her.”

He shrugged attempting to play it off but he was as red as his hair.

“I…indulged her and then I left her to her slumber, tuckered out from my ministrations.”

There was quiet for several long moments and then Thancred and Ryne both burst out laughing and Alphinaud winced on your behalf between snickers of his own. Urianger merely looked at you with fondness in his gaze, though the humor in his eyes said it all.

“Oh my…Estinien…is going to kill you. He thought he was the first to make you ask directly. To hear you have done so willingly…i don’t envy you.”

Thancred came over to pull you into a comforting embrace, allowing you to hide your face in his chest, still snickering

“He’ll likely want to do another duel for who can make you laugh the quickest for the longest, with all 3 of us this time, you know.”

“An intriguing proposition. Given she enjoys it I see no reason to refuse.”

G'raha was collected as ever and you peeked out to find him smiling fondly at you, making you hide again.

“…You’re all mean. Estinien will never hear of this. Do you understand me? Never .”

Between snickers all present mercifully agreed and you pulled back, now somewhat collected to smile sweetly, arm held behind your back with your free hand.

“Now that that’s taken care of I do believe I have some revenge to deliver. Care to help me carry it out now that everyone’s got their mess with me points for the day?”

You turned to smile mischievously up at Thancred who grinned back and wasted no time cutting off his daughter’s exit strategy as she ended up backing right into him where he quickly but gently pinned her arms behind her back.

“You’ve caused quite a lot of mischief today Ryne..ready to experience some yourself?”

She was already giggling as you began poking along her sides and tummy playfully, making the girl curl in on herself. You glanced over your shoulder and motioned for Alphinaud and Urianger to join in.

“I’m quite certain there’s plenty of unexplored spots if you wish to map them out with me in earnest~”

“This isn’t fhahahir!!”

Ryne’s laughter was light and bubbly and made your chest warm with affection.

“Oh? But messing with me is fair game? That’s not how it works!”

The rest of the day was filled with every iota of warmth and love you could cram into it and the goodbye, while full of sorrow was also hopeful. This wouldn’t be goodbye, not if you had anything to say about it.

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apocalypseyoshia · 1 year

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Sanji x male Reader

Female Dni or anyone uses she they pronouns

It was just a another day on the sunny I was playing with luffy and chopper when luffy got hungry and went to the kitchen to go beg for food from sanji unsparingly he got yelled at and thrown out so he came to me

Pov change

"No”

“please “

”for the last time “

”NO”

“But he will just kick me out if I try again “

“If I say yes will you stop”

“Yes”

“Ok”

I went up to the kitchen and knocked on the door before opening it

“For the last time luffy I am not giving you a snack “

“wow and I thought you would be nicer to me”

I said as I close the door behind me and Lock it

“Oh it’s just you love “

Yes you heard that right sanji the same woman obsessed sanji called me a man love , you would think that was as obsessed with woman would not bat an eye at me but holy hell with the way he sucked cock he really put the man in woman obsessed

“What do you want love”

“Can I have a snack “

“Are you going to give it to luffy and if I do give you a snack what’s in it for me “

I just got closer and grab his hand and intertwine his finger with mine and with my free hand pulled him in from his waist and kissed him

(Kind of like this also dumping this is the only one I found that was kind of accurate)

As we where kissing i pulled away and said

“I think I can make it Worth your time”

My eyes travel down to his crotch and I saw a boner

“Well you and your friend “

As I said that my fingers slowly trail down to the tent in his pants

and he looked away a bit flustered

“ don’t be flustered it’s not like I haven’t seen him before”

I said before kissing him again and while I was kissing him I slowly unbuckled his pants and took them off and fisting him painfully slowly

“a-ahh please faster”

I chuckled a bit he was so cute like this

“Beg”

“W-what d-do you mean”

” I think you heard me just fine now do it or else you’re not cuming”

“please please I will do anything j-just please”

“Please what Prince ”

He looked shyly down insert in a quiet whines

“Please make me cum”

“Good boy”

I said well kissing him and going slowly faster but I provably pull away and he whines

“No no none of that “

“Sorry “

” you never have to feel sorry for the beautiful noises you make but when I do something you follow“

“Ok”

“Now you have two options one i can give you a blowjob or I can fuck you here and nowyou have to pick ”

“ The second one”

“Good job choosing but I would’ve been ok with either way love ”

the praise made A tingle go through sanji’s back

Slowly as I return to kiss him then I push one finger in his entrance then two then three I was kissing down his Neck leaving red and purple marks

“Please no more prep I what it now “

“you have to be patient I don’t want to hurt you”

eventually he was ready and I slowly put it in

“Ahhh”

God his moans

“H-h-h good boy keep going “

With a rough thrust after rough thrust

He Eventually ask with shaky breath

“Please let me cum”

“ I was gonna say no but because you are so nicely of course my darling prince “

He came and finally somewhat collapse from hi high I quickly put my pants and shirt back on took a piece of meat unlock the door and threw it out to Luffy

“Thanks for the snack”

” no problem“

I’m gonna run back inside picked up sanji covered him in a shirt and went out the back entrance into the washroom and start toward repair a nice shower for the both of us

After that I put him to bed and continued cooking for him

Pov change

Sanji pov

Where the hell am I how did I end up in the boys room who’s shirt is this shit what time is it

Return to see o’clock to my left

“fuck fuck it’s an hour past lunch didn’t finish the food”

I tried to get up but I couldn’t my legs were hurting me too much I guess that’s what you get you get pounded into kitchen counter

Strange thing is why didn’t anyone wake me up then I heard a knock at the door

“Hey love sorry for not waking you up brought to you some food before the captain can eat it all”

“ wait where did you get the food from wasn’t done cooking”

“ yeah after we were done the kitchen you fell asleep I took it a quick bath change your clothes and then be written up I followed your instructions in your cookbook I really just don’t wanna wake you up”

I looked up at him eye widening Why was he doing this I mean I get the whole relationship thing but it’s unusual show this was my first relationship with a man but he was so kind

“why?”

“Why what?”

“ why did you do all of this why did you not wake me up“

“Because when I agreed to be your dom that meant taking care of you in and out of the bed room”

I Slowly felt tears coming out of the corners of my eyes and as he kiss them away I realize something I love this man more than I loved anyone

#one piece smut #fluff #anime x male reader #sanji x reader #one piece x male reader #gay

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absolutebl · 2 years

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Hi, me again. So you speak quite highly of my beautiful man...And I really don't get it😭😭. I've tried watching it twice and could never make it through the 3rd episode. I just couldn't get past how mean the guy was. So I guess my question would be what about it makes you like it so much? Maybe it's because I'm not that familiar with Japanese comics and BLs?

Maybe.

You have to get bully romances and the whipping boy dynamic and then make if far enough to realize this is a subversion of those tropes. For example, did you know Hira is the seme of this narrative? Oh yes.

It’s a harsh show, but that’s the point of it, it’s harsh on its characters, and it’s harsh on the viewers. Because it wants us to really think about what’s going on here, not the actions, but the emotions behind those actions. Why is Hira the way he is? Why is Kiyoi? And why does Hira never consider either?

It’s exploring different interpretations of love, kink, and power dynamics, but also loneliness, social ostracism, and isolation.

If you stopped half way through, you stopped right before the GOOD time jump.

After they part ways and Hira goes to university and grows up (away from the object of his obsession)... everything changes.

Also we get a penultimate episode entirely from Kiyoi’s perspective and after that our audience perspective also morphs.

We suddenly realize how oddly similar these two are, and how they have reacted to hostile society, queer desire, and the companion disenfranchisement in different but complementary ways.

The beauty of Utsukushii Kare is exactly what you started to experience but rejected in frustration (probubly because of the raw ugliness).

We are suckered into thinking it's one kind of horrible narrative (stalker, obsession, advantage, and abuse). When in fact, once you're given perspective, it turns out to be something entirely different.

We’re left not thinking so much about bully versus worship, and tired old tropes but about the emotions guiding human behavior:

What is the nature of true affection?

How can the wrong kind of love damage?

What is the meaning of the “right kind of love” when contrasted to the warped desires of an individual?

The narrative and personality twists are ALL based in character.

On a rewatch, after completely finishing it this show, it will become a whole new story - you’ll never be able to unsee the inherent pain that Hira's own worship is causing him and everyone around him, particularly Kiyoi, who has been forced onto a pedestal and into a god-like role that he wanted, yes... but not from Hira. Not from a boyfriend.

It’s the ultimate emotional reveal. Like how if you know the twist of Crying Game or Flight Club or Sixth Sense it will never be the same movie it was the first time around, but Utsukushii Kare DONES THIS AS A ROMANCE.

It’s so fucking clever.

It's not victim blaming, it's a dialogue about the nature of emotional responsibility and an examination of what it means to truly love someone as they are (and not as you idolize them or want them to be).

In an odd way, this show is a pretty profound criticism of parasocial relationships.

The other thing about My Beautiful Man is that it’s for Japanese audiences and, somewhat accidentally I think... us. International BL & yaoi super fans. This is not a show that anyone outside the community would understand. This is not intro level BL. We don’t show this to our friends to get them intersted in the genre (unless those friends are heavily in the kink community).

Here I am losing my mind over it, but notice that this didn’t really happen until the final episode?

Now, I don’t mind the bully aspect because it’s so much a part of yaoi DNA, so it was never a matter of me dropping this show. But it did take the ending for me to love it as hard as I did.

If you can’t make it through I ENTIRELY understand. But I do feel sorry you won’t get to experience such an amazing piece of narrative and character dexterity.

This is the kind of BL that can ONLY come from Japan. No other BL producing country has the chops, depth, or talent to pull this off. Nor are they willing to push as hard or as dark. You have to walk the edge of the knife for this kind of story, and as a result it will cut. It’s whether you like the pain or not.

There is a reason this show won awards, and it is ENTIRELY different from why, say, ITSAY or Semantic Error won awards. All of them are beautifully acted and filmed, but while ITSAY is about honesty in an ugly world, and Semantic Error is about perfection and ignoring all ugliness, Utsukushii Kare is about connection despite (or perhaps because of) our own ugliness.

“My Beautiful Man” is both subject and irony.

Utsukushii Kare is about embracing what is flawed, and examining that as something to be honored because it is flawed. Which means that ultimately, like all the best of the Japanese romances, it is about hope.

#Utsukushii Kare #My Beautiful Man #defending bl #bully romance #kinky romance #japanese bl #live action yaoi #adapted from a manga #best bl #my favorite bl

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writingbyclem · 1 year

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Uniform [ISWM]

Concept: Older Captain again! We love Captaineer. Actually proud of some of the dialogue in this one! Ahshsdh! Enjoy!

Captain was stood, looking through their wardrobe for something to wear for that day. Mark was sitting on the end of their bed, humming as he looked around at the walls of the place.

“Oh! What’s that?” He spoke, eventually. Captain looked up and over to him. The Head Engineer was staring at a piece of uniform in their wardrobe.

“Oh, that’s one of the previous uniform styles. From the academy.” They replied.

“Oh! I’ve never seen it before.” Chuckled Mark. “Just thought it looked nice, I guess.”

Captain hummed in agreement.

“It was pretty comfortable, if I do say so myself.”

They moved over to their bathroom.

“I’m gonna shower quickly, you should nip over to your room and find some comfy clothes, then we can get snuggly with a movie for the night.” They spoke.

“Sounds good to me, Moon.” Nodded Mark.

“That’s great, Sunshine.” Chuckled Captain, shaking their head as they went to shower. Give their somewhat grey mop some care.

They finished up their shower and stepped back into the room, pausing when they spotted Mark.

“Hey Cap.” He grinned, with a soft wink, and sat on the bed. Mark was now dressed in the older uniform. Captain’s older uniform. They felt a light blush dust their cheeks.

“Cat caught your tongue, Moon?” Cooed Mark, teasingly watching them frozen.

“I- Uhm. You look absolutely wonderful.” Spoke Captain, taking a moment to recompose themselves. They ran a hand through their hair sheepishly.

“God- You have no idea what you do to me, Sunshine.”

Mark snickered again, standing up from the bed and slowly stepping towards them.

“Why don’t you tell me about it then?”

Captain took Mark’s hand gently and pulled him close, wrapping an arm around his waist.

“I'd rather show you.” They hummed, softly into his ear.

Mark flustered at this, turning bright red. He buried his face in their shoulder.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I was just messing.” Mused Captain, resting their other hand on his head, running their hands through his hair.

“You’re awful.” Pouted Mark.

“I know.” Chuckled Captain. “I’m so mean to you. And yet, somehow, you still love me.”

Mark laughed at this, squeezing their shoulders softly.

“It’s because you’re pretty handsome and or beautiful Cap. How could I not keep coming back to you?”

They hummed in reply, resting their hand on the back of his neck and tightening their grip around his waist.

“I think the same about you, my dearest. Every single aspect that makes you, you, infects my brain and it’s all I can think about. Your silky hair. Your deep brown eyes. Your smooth skin. Your smarts. Your skill. Your passion. I’m addicted to love, my sweets, and my love is Mark E. Iplier. The Sunshine to my Moonlight. My precious darling.”

Mark flustered at this, clinging onto Captain tightly, wanting them to hold him for the rest of eternity. He didn’t deserve their words, yet they gave them anyway. He opened his mouth to reply but closed it again with an embarrassed snicker when nothing came to mind.

They chuckled at him, then spotting Mark’s actual clothes on the bed.

“Alright, my dear, how about you actually get dressed and then we can snuggle with a movie on?” They hummed, rubbing Mark’s back.

He finally looked them in the eyes, pink flushing covering his face.

“Mhm. Yeah. I can do that Moonlight.”

The pair just stood with one another for a few more minutes before finally letting go.

God, they loved him.

God, he loved them.

#me #my blog #markiplier #in space with markipler spoilers #in space with markiplier #iswm #iswm fanfiction #iswm spoilers #iswm writing #captaineer

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