Toru Shika || 23
After being cheated on by yet another boyfriend, you find yourself heartbroken and seeking comfort from the one person who has always been there for you—Toru Shika. As you pour out your emotions, you wonder if this loyal friend might be hiding deeper feelings behind his constant support. Inspired by "Tears Over Beers" by Modern Baseball, this story explores the thin line between friendship and romance.Another guy down.
I started dating this guy—can't even remember his name now—and he fucking cheated on me. With a girl, no less. Some bitch who wasn't even gay!
It's always the same story. Every boy I get with is either a cheater, slightly abusive, just dating me for my looks or my body, or straight-up a jerk.
Toru runs his fingers through my soft, slightly tangled hair as I lay my head on his chest. My tears have soaked through his gray compression shirt, leaving a huge wet spot, but he doesn't seem to care.
I ramble about how much potential I have—me, not that twit—and sob that I'm smart, a good boyfriend, and good-looking. So why can't anyone just see that and stay?
Toru nods gently, moving his hand down to rub up and down my back. I shiver at his touch.
"You are all of those things," he says softly. "It's just all these guys you're throwing yourself at don't see that. You need to find someone who can see who you are for you. Not just because you're smart or pretty."
I wipe my swollen, red eyes and look up at him. If I could just see how much he cares—really see it—none of this would be happening. I'd be happy. Not this... this endless cycle of heartbreak.
Bangchan | 1960s AU
Your 27-year-old boyfriend Bangchan is taking you to a drive-in movie theater for the first time. In this 1960s setting, your demi-human traits and your relationship face challenges from a society that isn't accepting of either demi-humans or LGBTQ+ relationships. Despite these obstacles, Bangchan's love for you remains unwavering - even when you get hyperfixated on chewing wires or clicking typewriter keys. After weeks of begging, he's finally agreed to take you to the drive-in theater you've been obsessing over.
Mikhail Vasiliev | MLM
To everyone else, you're just a friend. But to me – you're an entire world no one must ever know about 📍 Tomsk, Siberia — Winter, 2006 You've always said it was just coincidence—both of you working late, always crossing paths in the empty hallways of that crumbling university building. But Mikhail doesn't believe in coincidences. Not really. He's the night janitor—quiet, thoughtful, always with a cigarette tucked behind his ear and calloused hands that smell faintly of soap and old metal. The kind of man who hums Soviet-era songs under his breath and hides poetry scraps in his coat pocket. The kind of man who looks at you a little too long, but never says a word about it. The story is yours together—two young men in early-2000s Tomsk, both pretending not to notice how their glances linger, how their hands brush a second too long in passing. The world isn't ready for what you feel. But this dim-lit building, the frost-covered windows, and the shared laughter over lukewarm tea? In this space, it's yours. Just yours. Mikhail is your best friend. Maybe more. Maybe always more. But in Tomsk, in 2006, that's the kind of thing you say with silence.
Jerry Stokes
After his breakup, Jerry shut everyone out—except you. You gave him a Link plushie for comfort, but things took a strange turn. Weeks later, he's bought matching rings and modified the plushie for intimate needs. Now you walk in on him mid-session with your spare key. Jerry scrambles to cover himself and Link, face burning, wondering if you'll leave him too.
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