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90'S LOVEㅤㅤ꩜ㅤㅤY.JM

─── LET ME SHOW YOU 90'S LOVE ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ jimin is the top player of college hockey team, she's the beast on the ice ring, the best student in her class, but the main thing she can't cope with or correct is her shy and sometimes stupid character when it comes to you.

genre: romance, smut, college

word count: 9,6k

warnings (18+): romance, comedy, swearing, mentions of kissing, hockeyplayer!jimin x figureskater!reader, lots of kissing, jimin is really awkward around reader, her teammates teasing her about it, mentions of jaehyun, taeyong of nct127, chaewon, sakura of le sserafim, jimin breaks her arm, vanilla, first time, pet names (princess, darling, love), adult content, thigh riding (r. recieving), dom & sub dynamics, reader is really horny, oral (j. recieving), she whines a lot, hair pulling, nipple play (r. recieving), begging, reader calls jimin puppy/pup, not proofread.

anons who are spreading hate here, can you guys genuinely wake the fuck up and start realizing how your comments affects others? writers here are real people too, so of course you saying mean and hateful things will affect them. i bet you guys wouldn’t like it if it was you who got them.

it’s bad enough that i sometimes myself get hateful comments, but my friends getting them is where i draw the line. you guys need to genuinely leave them the fuck alone and get a life.

synopsis 💬 ／ㅤyour long term best friend stopped answering your texts and even ignored your calls after you went on a meaningless date yesterday, what happened? thankfully, all of your questions get answered by a drunken voicemail you receive from said best friend at 2am — which would be super helpful!... if it didn't leave you with even more questions.

⌗ or in SIMPLER TERMS, how AESPA DRUNKENLY CONFESSES THEIR LOVE FOR YOU .ᐟ

──ㅤaespa x f.readerㅤaround 3k wordsㅤfluffㅤslight angstㅤjealousyㅤmentions of uniㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝜗ৎㅤㅤㅤevent masterlist

❛ known for many hit love songs about megan, your girlfriend & a rising girl-group all-rounder, your loud and affectionate relationship quickly becomes fuel for both the media and your opposing fandoms.

as your careers skyrocket and schedules clash, you both decide to focus on yourselves and quietly part ways, even after you finish an album dedicated to her. months later, attention resurfaces when you're seen with someone new while also having dropped a harsh breakup song to satisfy your label.

hurt by the track, megan fires back with an even messier response of her own. so much for ending on good terms... you're almost sure she hates your guts. ❜

profiles. kbtlwrld , chili meg

MEGAN SKIENDIEL ─── meganskiendiel, endingmyshit

katseye's all-rounder.

the happiest, most cheerful girl you'll ever meet; well, unless you met her after her most emotional breakup and she was still picking up the pieces; is very much in a relationship—a fake relationship—but still decides to let herself be strung up on yn and his own girlfriend; stalks yn's spotify, instagram, and twitter pages at least five times a day; did a terrible job at processing her emotions after the breakup and quite literally pinned a false cheater narrative on yn without even thinking twice; can only laugh at the situation she's in when she pretends to be either sabrina carpenter or olivia rodrigo; the walking definition of so what now by reneé rapp.

JEUNG YOONCHAE ─── y0on_cha3, moonchae

katseye's maknae.

nonchalant until megan brings another diss track to the studio and she starts losing her mind; around megan ninety-nine percent of the time so there really is no escaping her crashouts and occasional cry sessions; her problems in life consist of a total three things—what she's going to wear, when she'll get another dubai chocolate cookie, and what time rehearsal is at; needs everyone to stop attracting weird, questionable people; alongside that, she needs everyone to stop dating, period; starting to grow a deep hatred for romantic relationships and the internet.

LARA RAJAGOPALAN ─── lararajj, notraja

katseye's main vocalist.

vice president of the official KID$TARZ hate club; used to be one of yn's closest friends in the group next to daniela, now she claims he's her biggest opp; operation get madison beer away from #thatman; speaking of #thatman, that's the only name she refers to him as; snaps on every single diss track, breakup song, etc. that megan brings to the table because her hatred runs almost as deep as her band mates' does; finds herself humming along to those same songs while scrolling through her feed that's mostly filled with yn hate posts—it fills her with the most amount of joy she's ever felt.

DANIELA AVANZINI ─── danielaavanzini, shakeshaq

katseye's main dancer.

young, happy, and locked down; nine times out of ten she's with her girlfriend when she's not working; founder and president of the official KID$TARZ hate club; hates yn with a passion after what megan told all of the girls and what she's heard from the songs megan has written about the breakup—he cheated, simple as that; immediately jumped into the studio the second she heard he mentioned her in a song on his album; despite her hatred for the guy, she doesn't exactly enjoy media attention directed on her, especially not after everything she's already been through with the internet.

SOPHIA LAFORTEZA ─── sophialaforteza, youngandblessed

katseye's leader.

wishes everyone the best and nothing less; balances everything pretty well, especially considering just how much she has to deal with on a daily basis; probably the most emotionally stable next to yoonchae—stable relationship, no problems in sight; can't get yn's 'nights like this' out of her head, has been lying in the back of her mind since it dropped three years ago, gets dirty looks from megan every time she hums it quietly; has a self care day at the beginning and end of each week—has definitely needed them a lot more with everything spiraling around megan; feels bad every time it's her time to sing lines in the studio because she almost always has the chorus and has to diss yn each time.

MANON BANNERMAN ─── meretmanon, manzanitaaa

katseye's visual.

will genuinely end her shit the next time she has to sing a breakup song; can't stand just how mean megan gets in her lyrics sometimes, even more so once she figures out what really happened through madison; speaking of madison, she's her best friend, and it only hurts her more seeing both of her best friend's fighting over the same boy—who is, again, one of her friends as well; torn between comforting everyone involved and goes to sophia any time she feels overwhelmed by it all; later learns that letting everything fall into place by itself is better than carrying the weight of problems that aren't hers; despite that, she still puts her best foot forward in helping megan tone down her words from time to time.

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❛ known for many hit love songs about megan, your girlfriend & a rising girl-group all-rounder, your loud and affectionate relationship quickly becomes fuel for both the media and your opposing fandoms.

as your careers skyrocket and schedules clash, you both decide to focus on yourselves and quietly part ways, even after you finish an album dedicated to her. months later, attention resurfaces when you're seen with someone new while also having dropped a harsh breakup song to satisfy your label.

hurt by the track, megan fires back with an even messier response of her own. so much for ending on good terms... you're almost sure she hates your guts. ❜

profiles. kbtlwrld , chili meg

YN LN ─── thekidstarz, kbtlwrld01

singer, rapper, songwriter, & part-time model.

massively hated by both his ex-girlfriend's fans and his current girlfriend's fans; couldn't care less about the widespread fuckboy allegations—they've been around since the start of his career so he's desensitized; built his career from open mics and scrappy soundcloud drops to sold-out venues; never softens the truth, especially when it's his; loves loudly, crashes with an even bigger bang... and, despite the embarrassment people try to shine on him, always refuses to pretend otherwise; loves madison with a passion but can't find it in him to let go of megan.

PARK SUNGHO ─── sungho.bnd, kbtlwrld02

main vocalist of boynextdoor.

accidentally bumped into yn trying to get the perfect angle for his fit pictures one night in melbourne; apologized profusely and ended up laughing at the smug look on yn's face; 'smiley face' is what he's called him ever since; gives the entire group a vocal lesson every other week for reasons unknown; sees both sides of the story, decides it's best to keep himself as yn's daily dose of energy because, oof... it's clear he needs it sometimes; that, and he doesn't want to get in the middle of what's going on between him and megan.

SHIN JUNGHWAN ─── shinyu.tws, kbtlwrld04

leader & main rapper of tws.

possibly the wildest card in the deck; well, if we're excluding yn; the calming point of the group, the moon to sungho's sun—according to none other than the latter; always the first one yn comes to for modeling tips; oh, and tips on how not to drop a crash out song every five minutes; had a nice first impression on katseye as a whole, thought megan was kind and bubbly at first... soon found out she had a dangerously petty side.

HUH YUNJIN ─── jenaissante, kbtlwrld04

vocalist & rapper of le sserafim.

strongest voice of the group and one of yn's very few female friends; she never understood—well, not until they were all photographed at a café and people started spouting cheating rumors like they were full-on facts; alongside sungho, she also participates in leading vocal lessons; helps on the writing side of some of yn's songs, mainly tracks where he doesn't know how to convey his emotions into words; close with both madison and katseye; feels guilty at times because she hears both her friend group's talking lowly about each other.

bonus!

MADISON BEER ─── madisonbeer, hisnhers

singer, songwriter, producer, & author.

yn's girlfriend & part-time side piece; or... at least that's what it feels like sometimes; a majority of her singles for the album rollout are about yn—however, depending on the outcome of this relationship, she thinks the concept of it might change sooner or later; sweetest girl on earth despite the internet's views on her persona; immersed in her music half of the time, the other she's either playing with her dog, presley, or watching yn play with him; knew about katseye beforehand, never thought she'd be hiding any animosity or envy but was soon proven wrong once yn dropped his album and suddenly every song was about megan skiendiel.

❛ known for many hit love songs about megan, your girlfriend & a rising girl-group all-rounder, your loud and affectionate relationship quickly becomes fuel for both the media and your opposing fandoms.

as your careers skyrocket and schedules clash, you both decide to focus on yourselves and quietly part ways, even after you finish an album dedicated to her. months later, attention resurfaces when you're seen with someone new while also having dropped a harsh breakup song to satisfy your label.

hurt by the track, megan fires back with an even messier response of her own. so much for ending on good terms... you're almost sure she hates your guts. ❜

profiles. kbtlwrld , chili meg

YN LN ─── thekidstarz, kbtlwrld01

singer, rapper, songwriter, & part-time model.

massively hated by both his ex-girlfriend's fans and his current girlfriend's fans; couldn't care less about the widespread fuckboy allegations—they've been around since the start of his career so he's desensitized; built his career from open mics and scrappy soundcloud drops to sold-out venues; never softens the truth, especially when it's his; loves loudly, crashes with an even bigger bang... and, despite the embarrassment people try to shine on him, always refuses to pretend otherwise; loves madison with a passion but can't find it in him to let go of megan.

PARK SUNGHO ─── sungho.bnd, kbtlwrld02

main vocalist of boynextdoor.

accidentally bumped into yn trying to get the perfect angle for his fit pictures one night in melbourne; apologized profusely and ended up laughing at the smug look on yn's face; 'smiley face' is what he's called him ever since; gives the entire group a vocal lesson every other week for reasons unknown; sees both sides of the story, decides it's best to keep himself as yn's daily dose of energy because, oof... it's clear he needs it sometimes; that, and he doesn't want to get in the middle of what's going on between him and megan.

SHIN JUNGHWAN ─── shinyu.tws, kbtlwrld04

leader & main rapper of tws.

possibly the wildest card in the deck; well, if we're excluding yn; the calming point of the group, the moon to sungho's sun—according to none other than the latter; always the first one yn comes to for modeling tips; oh, and tips on how not to drop a crash out song every five minutes; had a nice first impression on katseye as a whole, thought megan was kind and bubbly at first... soon found out she had a dangerously petty side.

HUH YUNJIN ─── jenaissante, kbtlwrld04

vocalist & rapper of le sserafim.

strongest voice of the group and one of yn's very few female friends; she never understood—well, not until they were all photographed at a café and people started spouting cheating rumors like they were full-on facts; alongside sungho, she also participates in leading vocal lessons; helps on the writing side of some of yn's songs, mainly tracks where he doesn't know how to convey his emotions into words; close with both madison and katseye; feels guilty at times because she hears both her friend group's talking lowly about each other.

bonus!

MADISON BEER ─── madisonbeer, hisnhers

singer, songwriter, producer, & author.

yn's girlfriend & part-time side piece; or... at least that's what it feels like sometimes; a majority of her singles for the album rollout are about yn—however, depending on the outcome of this relationship, she thinks the concept of it might change sooner or later; sweetest girl on earth despite the internet's views on her persona; immersed in her music half of the time, the other she's either playing with her dog, presley, or watching yn play with him; knew about katseye beforehand, never thought she'd be hiding any animosity or envy but was soon proven wrong once yn dropped his album and suddenly every song was about megan skiendiel.

also can i be 🤍 anon?

KIM MINJEONG AS YOUR GIRLFRIEND

pairings — kim minjeong x gn!reader before unboxing — plush keychain, subtle affection, & not realistic (?) popmart collector's notes — sorry if this is bad.. and ofc you can be 🤍 anon

synopsis,,, Friends since childhood, you and Sophia have made it to adulthood. On a brunch date to catch up with her all over again, you reminisce memories you’ve had around her when you had questioned the one thing: was she more than a friend or not?

warnings/tags,,, tmasc!reader x idol!sophia. childhood bsfs to lovers. memories in italics. bsf!leon. use of yn. brief misgendering. barely proofread.

song length,,, 13k

❝ 𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅,

𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌 ❞

It’s the beginning of the afternoon and you and Sophia planned to head out after her rehearsals to go have a mini brunch date. You had made some pancakes at home and brought them; along with fresh strawberries from the market. Sophia, on her way to see you, had grabbed both of you drinks. Instead of coffee for brunch, you suggested something else, so she got you your favorite energy drink while she got her signature matcha.

You set the blanket down and placed the containers in the center before lying down yourself. You sighed softly and looked at the tree above you. The sunlight was peeking through open leaves and you could faintly see the blue sky from the dark green leaves. You closed your eyes to rest after the long walk. No one would steal your things as long as you’re here and you’re sure of it.

It took a moment for Sophia to come, but she made it. She can see your lying figure and that familiar blanket she recognized from years ago. She rushed over, being careful not to spill her open lid of matcha. She had already drunk most of it on her way here.

“It’s almost two in the afternoon–are you seriously tired?” Sophia asks as she moves to sit beside you. She moved to sit on her knees first before she began to sit nicely on her bottom. With no answer from you, she smiles lightly before leaning down to peck your cheek before tugging your ear lightly as if she were dismissing the act she made seconds ago.

“C’mon, sleeping beauty. Your drink’s gonna go cold,” Sophia spoke gently as she moved away from you. You, now awake, smile lightly before sitting up and adjusting your position so you are sitting diagonally from her.

You grab your drink, cracking it open and sipping before you gesture to hers. “You drink it all already?”

Sophia hums and grabs a strawberry by its leaves. “I can’t resist.”

“I’ll go across the street to buy another cup for you if you ask,” you promise with a light shrug. Sophia looks at you and tilts her head.

“Would you really?” she questions as she bit down on the juicy, red fruit.

You nod your head and take another sip before she shakes her head and puts the remaining of the leaves aside.

“So…if I asked for one right now…” she says as she grabs her matcha and swirls the green drink around with the half melted ice.

You pause and look to the side, a sarcastic and wordless “no” as if you weren’t sticking to your promise. Sophia, mid strawberry bite, stays between her teeth before she shoves you, your drink in hand spilling slightly.

“Hey!” you exclaim, moving to push her back.

“Mmh–choking hazard!” she warns playfully with a mouthful of strawberry.

“Spill hazard!” you retort with the can in your hands. “And don’t talk with a mouthful of food, dummy.”

Eventually settling down and eating the pancakes that were mildly warm, Sophia started to rant to you about anything that came to mind. She caught you up with the latest news that happened during the week as she was quite busy.

Though, you couldn’t seem to focus. When you had laid down, you were pretty tired, but you weren’t down enough to feel sleepy or to be asleep. It was enough to keep you awake, so you felt that kiss she gave you. That subtle affection of love when she thought you were asleep. It had to be nothing, right? She kisses her friends’ cheeks every now and then and it’s always a sign of platonic love.

And…you are indeed her friend. One of her first.

But there were times where you even questioned how you saw her. Like the time she held your wrist when you two were making loom bracelets. Even more than that. You made bracelets while Sophia made different kinds of characters and more.

“Like that?” you questioned as soon as you began to somehow braid the circular bands on the plastic bracelet maker.

Currently, you both were in her bedroom making loom bracelets. You were sitting on the floor with your back against the bed while Sophia was on it. Today was a Thursday evening after study hall. You both were studying for an upcoming exam next week. You both have been studying for about this whole week. You two needed a day off of putting knowledge in your minds.

Sophia looks over, moving to lie on her stomach to see you and your work.

She pauses and you look up at her for approval. She looked at you this time. In your eyes. Your stomach goes wild and your hands accidentally twitch and pull at the bands, forcing the elastic to rip from the plastic sticks and slap your skin—ruining all of your progress.

You wince, flinching and dropping the flat item and watch as the bands let go of each other in their bond and escape the grip. They exploded all over her room.

Sophia bursts out laughing, the bands still intact around her fingers. Her laugh is loud but melodic. It’s something you’ve grown to love and get used to.

“Shut it!” you exclaimed quietly as you rubbed your wrist. The bands had smacked you really hard.

Sophia’s laughter doesn’t die down until her crinkled eyes take notice of your other hand rubbing the faint paint of red skin on your wrist. She calms down, a smile on her lips before she slips down to you on the floor. She discards her hard work, the bands loosening their grip from each other before she grabs your wrist.

Your stomach flipped and your hands went clammy, a habit when the temperature was hot or when you were nervous. And in this case: you were nervous.

“How hard could it have possibly hit you?” Sophia asked as she ran her thumb across the skin gently. Your brain couldn’t form a proper thought. You took a moment to try to find your words. You had the words in your head, but your mouth or voice declined to cooperate. Sophia looks up and that’s when you realize how close she’s been to you. Her brown eyes stare into yours and your mouth hangs to try and answer her…but you don’t. Your mouth dries and Sophia giggles.

“You’re going to drool if you do that,” Sophia said with a smile as her free hand moved to your chin, pushing it up.

“Or worse,” she adds, “flies will enter.” Her finger squeezes your wrist and tilts her head. “How hard did it hit you?”

Hearing her repeat the question made your brain work. The squeeze had also snapped you out of it.

You pulled your hand back and nervously wiped the sweat from your palms on your pants. “Not hard, I guess. But it did sting for a while.”

Sophia hums and moves to collect the nearby elastics. “At least you aren’t bleeding, huh?”

“Yeah,” you agreed, “at least I’m not…”

She collects a few bands and turns to you, smiling softly before adjusting her position to look at you. “Need me to teach you again?”

“Yes. Please,” you said as you reached to grab the bands from her hands. She wraps her fingers around them, keeping them away from you before she reopened them to look at the colours. Using her free hand, her finger sorts through the colours before she moves to the box which holds more bands.

“I’ll make yours,” she said softly as she plucked a few more to make the bracelet for you. “And you make one for me.”

You looked at the box and reached out before you hovered over the bands. “What colour would you like?” you asked her.

She looked at your hovering hand before she hummed in thought. “You know my favorite colours,” Sophia tells you. “I’ll do tri-colour, so do the same.”

You took a moment to listen to her words and your fingers pluck out the perfect colours. The pink, the deep purple, and dark blue. You looked at her once you grabbed a few and put them on your knee.

“Alright,” she said softly as she began to knot the bands into place around her fingers. You watched her carefully, trying to knot the best you can. Sophia took her time with you. She was patient with you. She guided you step by step.

“There you go,” she praised quietly, “You got the rhythm now, don’t you?”

“I think so,” you replied as you bit your tongue to concentrate. She smiled lightly and moved to finish your bracelet. Her fingers moved quickly, finishing it up within five minutes while you were a third finished.

She looks at the length of the bracelet before her fingers brushed against your left hand. You let your wrist go into her hands and look up at her. Her fingers move to wrap the bracelet around your wrist and hum when it’s the correct length. She lets go and finishes the design up before grabbing the small plastic figure eight and hooking it around the bands.

“There we go,” she murmurs as she rolls the bracelet onto your wrist. She smiles softly at the sight, her hands adjusting the bracelet around so that the plastic hook is around your pulse point. She hums, looking up as her fingers stay on your skin for a little longer.

Enough to make your hands clam up again.

“Looks good,” you manage to say, your voice cracking.

Sophia smiles a little more, her right dimple being exposed.

“Are you still going through puberty?” she teased as her finger poked your cheek lovingly. “That was cute.”

Your face flushed and your body heated up. Your mouth opened and her finger moved to shut it closed again. Her touch only made your body stop working. Your finger twitched, letting go of the bands again as they smack against your skin once more.

Sophia yelped, the bands hitting her as well. You look up and grab her wrist, letting go of the bracelet that has now been discarded, half made.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Sophie,” you apologized immediately, hands moving to grab her forearm and wrist. Sophia looks up and she tilts her head before grabbing yours in return.

“Hey,” she said. “You’re okay.” Her hands move to your forearms, thumb caressing the skin there before silently guiding your face up with her gaze. You look up and Sophia follows.

“It’s not like I’m bleeding, right?” she says with a small smile. You took a moment to register her words. She said that earlier. You nodded and looked at her hands. She hummed.

“Right,” Sophia agreed. “Now, let’s remake the bracelet for me. I like the nice colours you chose.”

“They’re your favorite. That's why you like them,” you say back as your hands move to grab what was left of the bracelet.

“Of course,” she replied with a small furrow of her brow and smile. “I’m glad you remembered that.”

Your fingers toy with the band at your wrist. After all these years, it still fits your wrist. Sophia was still going on. The pancakes were almost done, beginning to get cold because you were in your thoughts and Sophia was talking and ranting about whatever she wanted to talk about.

Your eyes drifted to the side, ears open for her talking before you spot the little garden of roses and more. Your stomach twists and you feel butterflies flutter.

You looked in the mirror, adjusting your hair around.

Do I look good? Does my outfit look nice? Sophia said I didn’t need to look all fancy like her family… you thought as your fingers tugged at the collar of your shirt, the tie loosening slightly.

You breathed in and closed your eyes before reaching blindly for the bouquet of flowers lying on your desk. You feel the plastic of the bouquet crinkle under your touch and your stomach flutters a little more like it’s taunting you.

Your hand moves to touch the loom bracelet under your tuxedo and you breathe in again. A few knocks sound on your door and you twist. It opens and…

“Leon,” you acknowledged. Leon was one of your best friends. You, Sophia, and him keep a strong trio going.

“You ready?” he asks as he walks up. He’s wearing a collared shirt and a tie–no blazer. He was always minimalistic.

You swallow, “Is it too much?”

Leon snakes his head and walks over. His tall figure looms, but you watch as he fixes your tie and blazer.

“Not at all. She’ll love it either way. You’re Yn.”

You smile up at him and he smiles back at you. He knows your secrets. You tell him everything that he has to know about how you felt about Sophia. You say that it’s complicated, but he makes it make sense.

“You’re going to be my wingman, bro,” you said as you moved your free hand to lightly punch his shoulder.

“Wasn’t that already our plan when we first met?” he teasingly questioned before wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You smiled at him before taking yourself out of his grasp, making him smile even wider.

“C’mon. Tita Carla’s waiting for us to get into the car,” he said as he walks you down the steps of your house.

The ride to the school had your leg bouncing in the backseat of the van. It was difficult to not be nervous. You’ve gone to see Sophia’s plays multiple times, but you’ve never given flowers or even a letter to her before.

You wanted to go early because you had a letter for her before the show and a letter for after the show. It was something new that you’ve never done. Sophia’s done it multiple times, but just never you. It was your first time giving Sophia a non-holiday gift.

You were the first to get off, dragging Leon with you for emotional support as the Laforteza’s went to go get something to eat. They said to meet them at the diner when you two were done.

“I’m about to back the frick out,” you cussed lightly as your body began to grow hot when your ears picked up the practicing performers behind closed doors. Leon shakes his head and places a hand on your back in silent encouragement and reassurance.

“You got it, bro,” he said, “You know she’ll love it if it’s from you.”

You look up at him shyly and then back at the door ahead of you. You pulled it open, moving in as Leon stayed outside. You mentally cursed at him before walking down the aisles. You took a moment and swallowed before moving up to the stage. The director of the play was quick to move away from the current scene, heading into your direction.

“D- do you know where–”

Your voice cracked. Are. You. Serious.

“Sophia is…?” you finished your sentence as soon as you cleared your throat. The woman paused and took a moment to wonder why you, a part of the audience, was wanting to see someone backstage before the show even started.

You saw her hesitant expression and fumbled with the flowers and letter before handing it over to her. You struggled, but she put the clipboard down and grabbed them from you.

“Give them to her if I can’t see her until- until the end of the act,” you stuttered and the director nodded before fetching one of the backstage crew members to take them back into the rooms. You stay in your spot for a bit as you watch the flowers be handled through five different people until one finally takes a hold of it to go behind the curtains.

Your breath hitches lightly before you sigh and turn on your heel to walk out. Though, as much as you tried to stay nonchalant about the whole flower thing, your stomach dropped and heart hammered dangerously to the point where you felt lightheaded.

Once the doors opened and Leon looked up from his phone, he laughed at your flustered face and you groaned, hands on your face.

“Am I really that red?” you asked.

“Really.”

You groaned a little more and pushed him out of the way, heading out the door and walking down the streets to go to the diner the Laforteza’s were at to enjoy a meal before her opening night.

You all sat near the first row where you all could see the production, but not too close that you could barely see anything. Tita Carla knew the best spots. She’s been here since she was a kid. With her help, you all got the perfect view of the play.

The musical was something you weren’t used to. You moved from the States to the Philippines rather late, so the musicals that they held were completely different from the western shows. Just by a bit.

When you sat through the show and watched and listened, your eyes never left Sophia’s position on the stage. She was shimmering in her play’s outfit and looked absolutely stunning until the lights. The stage was meant for her as it called her name. You barely understood the plot as your complete focus was on Sophia the whole time.

You didn’t even start clapping and cheering Sophia on when she bowed. She was just…

“Amazing!” her father, Tito Godfrey, exclaimed as he lifted his daughter. Sophia squealed lightly before wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him in and letting him lift and spin her around.

“Okay, okay! Enough!” she laughed before he settled her down. Her mother came after him, moving to kiss her cheeks and praise her hard work on stage.

Her brothers gave her light compliments, Sophia teasing the hell out of Oreo before Leon and Basil. Then, her attention turned to you as the other boys followed Tita Carla to greet the other performers. Her hands were behind her back, interlocked and you stood there in front of her with that stupid tight tie and suit.

She walks up, her hands letting go of each other to touch the collar of your blazer.

“You really didn’t have to,” Sophia said as she moved her hands to your tie, looking at you with that soft gaze.

You blushed and your left hand moved to the back of your neck, rubbing the spot nervously, forcing heat to run down your body a little more. Sophia smiled.

“Your mom’s really persuasive,” you excused.

Sophia snorts and shakes her head. “And I’m not?”

“You are!”

“So why are you in a suit and tie?”

Your mouth hangs open for a moment and you close it. “I wanted to look good for your opening night…”

Sophia shakes her head and her hands move to tussle your nested waxed hair. “Don’t dress like this if you’re going to come tomorrow and all the other days.”

You nodded your head and Sophia hummed.

“I read your letter,” she said quietly, her gaze locking on your tie.

“Did you?”

She nodded her head in confirmation before her eyes moved to look into yours. “It was sweet. I really needed that encouragement.”

You mirrored her emotions, this time adding a spark of relief in your eyes.

“I was nervous,” you admitted, the words rolling off of your tongue quicker than you could’ve stopped it.

“Don’t be,” Sophia said, her hands moving to lightly push your shoulders. “It’s just me, is it not?”

“It’s just Sophia.”

“That’s right. It’s just me. Me and you.”

You nodded your head and Sophia nodded hers as well before letting out a light laugh. She takes a moment for the situation to calm before she breathes in.

“Was I…good?” she asked you quietly.

“More than good. Gosh, Sophie, you were a star,” you blurted out immediately. “I couldn’t even pay attention to the plot because you were so good on that stage. Even if you did nothing.”

When you stop talking, your stomach twists at the silence that lingers.

“Was that too much?” you asked her and Sophia immediately shakes her head.

“I liked that. I liked what you said. I- I wanted to hear that from you.”

You breathed in and out, “Good. Because you were really good, Sophia.”

“Alright, enough!” she laughed as she turned her head quickly, her hair slapping your face slightly. You blew air out of your slightly pursed lips and she laughed in front of you before her hand grabbed your wrist. “Let’s go meet the others.”

You went to the other plays after the opening night. Sophia saw you everyday and gave you a hug after every night. It was her last act of the musical season and you bought another bouquet of flowers. The ones she had at home were probably beginning to wither away by now. Instead of giving it to her preshow, you sat in the audience and waited until you saw her.

Throughout the days of coming to watch her perform alone, you slowly got a grasp of the plot. It was actually really simple to understand–why didn’t you get it at first?

The curtains close after the bows and cheers and you move backstage instead. Sophia had told you that she instructed the crew members to let you come by. It took a lot of effort, but Sophia had promised you’d help clean up the set…and you had to promise that too.

You helped the crew first to get everything back in place. It took a while–maybe about an hour and thirty before you got to head back to see Sophia, but…

“W- where are my flowers?” you thought out loud.

There were multiple “huh’s” that flew through the air as you looked at the many places you could’ve left it at.

There were questions that flew about as they looked around.

“It- it was a bouquet. A bouquet of white and pink tulips. Some purple and blue wildflowers, too,” you rushed out of your lips as you rummaged to already put away equipment.

“Oh…” one person said after the words died. You turned around and they stopped and laughed awkwardly. “I thought it was a…a prop that we used and didn’t need anymore.”

Your stomach dropped and you stood in your spot and stared down that person.

“What happened?” Sophia asked as she walked up from behind you.

You turned back and opened your mouth before that person cut in.

“I think I threw away her flowers for you!” they said loudly as they pointed at you.

You flinch at the claim and your stomach twists uncomfortably.

“His flowers,” Sophia corrected firmly. Her head turns to you, “And it’s okay. I still have the flowers that you gave me on opening night.”

“They’re going to wither.”

“You forget I know how to care for plants” she reminded you softly.

You took a moment for her words to sink in, your face relaxing its muscles. Sophia takes notice and she tugs your sweater.

“Buy me ice cream instead,” Sophia offered, “That’ll make up for my tossed flowers.”

“I’m sorry they’re tossed.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” she murmured as her hands moved to wrap around your arm instead of the fabric of your sweater. “Now, c’mon. If we don’t go then the ice cream’ll melt.”

You smiled faintly before following her out of the stage and out the auditorium stepping outside of the afternoon that was already slowly turning night.

“Mmh–I forgot the last time I got ice cream,” Sophia said as she took the pink spoon out of her lips. You smiled lightly and scooped up another glob of ice cream from your cup.

“Didn’t you have some when you went out with your family?”

Sophia looked at you like she had been caught and your smile widened.

“With you,” she empathized before her spoon came by and took a bit from your own cup. You hummed, your hand adjusting to give her more of what she wanted.

You two walked down the streets of Manila a little more. Sophia guided you around slightly. She spoke gently as she told you about stories and more about what she and the cast had done during their rehearsals. She was lively as she spoke out about it, her voice bright which helped you make out what they have done during their time together as a cast.

At a park after the cups of ice cream were licked clean, you leaned against one of the park railings before Sophia rushed over to you. She sighed and leaned her body against yours from the side. She tilted her head up and her lips parted.

“The stars,” she acknowledged. Your head moved to look up at them with her. Sophia keeps her eyes locked on them and her arms loop around your own.

You lean against her and she lets you.

She always does.

“Are you staying tonight?” Sophia asked as you both ended up in front of her house. It was around midnight, or even after midnight, after you two came back from hanging out. You looked at her and paused before she tugs your sleeve.

“Please stay. I haven’t gotten to hang out with you properly until tonight,” she said quickly. You paused and nodded your head without thinking. Sophia smiled and tugged your sleeve to enter.

“Call your parents,” she said as she gestures to the family phone on the kitchen island as you two enter her home. Her home had always been a second home in exchange for yours. Though, her home felt more…home than the one you’d go to. “When you’re done, come to my room.”

You nodded, a soft “okay” escaping your lips before you reached for the phone. You grabbed it off the counter, searching for your mother’s contact and hesitating over the call button before you finally clicked it. After about less than a minute excusing yourself from home to stay with the Laforteza’s, you ended the call and walked up the stairs. You stopped in front of Sophia’s door and knocked twice, waited a beat, then once.

It was a rhythm the two of you made for one another.

There was a moment of silence and the faint sounds of rustling before the door opened. Sophia had changed into her matching PJs before showing you the pile of clothes that she had ready for you.

You changed in the bathroom across from her room, adjusting the shirt a few times and the sweats. Before you walked out, you took one last glance at the slight curve along your chest and your stomach twisted.

Your hands adjusted and pulled at the front of your shirt again before walking out of the bathroom and back into her room which she had cracked open for you.

You closed it behind you as you walked in, the door shutting but not locked. Your eyes took a moment to adjust around her room. Nothing changed, but something changed. You saw the bouquet of flowers that you had bought her when it was her opening night. Your letter was tucked under the vase securely and your heart stuttered for a moment.

“They’re not withering,” you stated as you walked over and touched the petals.

“I told you,” Sophia murmurs, “I take good care of plants.”

You smiled softly in agreement before her hand tugs you in without another word to get in bed with her. You two were facing each other, talking and laughing quietly in the dark until one of you fell asleep. It was no surprise that you had fallen asleep before Sophia did.

The morning came and Sophia was already awake with her head against your shoulder from behind, her face staring at her phone between your back and her front. You shifted and Sophia looked up, her lips twitching up.

“Good morning.”

“Mmh…morning, Sophie…”

Your stomach fluttered as soon as you saw someone pluck one out and rush down the stone path to another place. You turned your head back to Sophia who was still talking. She looks up, leaning in slightly to engage you into the conversation which worked.

You managed to reply to her words, your heart hammering violently behind your ribcage. After all these years, you have learned how to not have those measly voice cracks when she leans closer. Though, you knew she could sense your nervousness.

It always amused her. She said it herself.

“I saw the new LEGO sets by the store earlier today!” Sophia exclaims. “I think I might buy some for myself when I go back to the studio…”

“What about me?” you blurt and Sophia laughs.

“I won't forget you, dummy. We could go after my lunch break is over or something,” she promised you quietly. You smiled and hummed with a confident nod.

“Oh my Gosh…” you said in awe as you and Sophia walked through the store. Your hands reach to grab the new Chinese New Year LEGO set. After years, LEGO finally decided to include the Chinese New Year into their builds. Your hands run down the box and your eyes gawk at the sight of the many pieces.

“I could finish this in a day,” you murmured. Sophia turns her shoulder and she takes a moment to sink in the moment and how you looked. She smiles and walks over, peeking at the box with you.

“Dragon dance, huh?” she mused as she saw the parade of the plastic figures. You hummed softly and your fingers traced the outline of the box.

“Too bad I don’t got the money…” you pouted before placing the box back on the shelf.

“Can’t you get it another time?” she questioned.

“It’s seasonal,” you explained shortly as you looked at her. “If they made one for the year of the dragon, I’d probably save my money up for that.”

Sophia tilts her head and hums. “Well, you better start saving, huh?”

“I’m starting now.”

“I have something for you,” Sophia said as she waved the brown bag around. She had just gotten back from the Philippines as she stayed another week longer after you left. You tilted your head, letting her in before she settled on your couch.

“From the Philippines?” you questioned as you hung her coat. “Why didn’t you get it when I was there with you?”

Sophia looked up and smiled, adjusting her glasses that were far too big (but suited her well) and waved her hand toward her and the couch. It was a small telling between the two of you to just shut up and open what she had gotten for you.

You sighed with a small smile and walked over, sitting beside her but across from her at the same time.

She handed you the bag and waited patiently as you opened the bag. You didn’t peek in yet. You looked at her.

“Should I close my eyes?”

“If you want.”

“Did you sneak Charlie or Chanel in this bag?”

Sophia laughs and her hands clap together, “My babies?! In- in this little brown bag?”

You laughed with her. “Yeah! I mean, I wouldn’t know.”

Sophia shakes her head, “The most I could fit would be Yoonchae, but not my Charlie or Chanel.”

You smiled, heart aching at her smile before your hands moved and grabbed the rectangular item out of the box. You took a moment to recognize the shape before your heart stopped. It was barely out of the bag.

“A LEGO set?”

Sophia shrugs. “Take it out, idiot. I’m not gonna tell you.”

You smiled and huffed before taking it out from its vertical position. You hear the plastic clattering around each other and you paused.

“Are you serious?” you asked as soon as your eyes left hers to look at the box in your lap. Your brain stops.

Auspicious Dragon.

“Are you serious?!” you asked even louder and Sophia’s smile grows wider at the excitement in your voice.

This year, 2024, was the year of the dragon. You so desperately wanted to buy it this year, but Christmas got in the way. Your wallet was spent and you didn’t have time to get yourself this set.

You looked at Sophia and pushed the box and bag out of the way, wrapping your arms around her and hugging her tightly like she was going to disappear.

“Thank you so much, Fifi…” you said with a cracking voice.

“Are you seriously going to cry?” Sophia asked in a much more concerned tone than a teasing tone.

“You remembered from so many years ago…” you cried out and Sophia laughed lightly, her hands running over your shoulders and back to soothe you.

“How could I forget? You’re my bestest and most favorite…” she admitted casually. You felt your heart ache a little more and you felt hot tears rush.

After a couple of minutes later, you managed to gather yourself together. Sophia turned the TV on and you brought your coffee table closer. She put Modern Family in the background and spoke to you as you built your set. It took you a while because Sophia made you take a few minutes to settle your fingers down, making sure they don’t get calloused, before you went back. Even after those breaks, you managed to finish the set before the end of the day.

You let the finished product sit on the coffee table, adjusting the hands and claws on the dragon before looking at Sophia who was admiring the finished build. She looked at you after a couple moments and you both went for a hug.

“Thank you again…” you whispered in her ear.

Sophia squeezes you. “Always for you, Yn.”

“You know I got back into journaling again?” Sophia informs you quietly as she swipes through her phone.

“Yeah?” you say for confirmation and she nods her head.

“It was during tour,” Sophia added as she moved beside you, swiping through photos of her drawings and more. “Don’t they look good?”

“They’re more than good, Sophia,” you tell her as you zoom in to look at the precise details. Sophia is talented and gifted.

“I could do a bit better,” she murmurs. “I messed up over a few, but I made sure to cover those lines up.”

You hummed and your fingers swiped through before you paused.

“Still use those glittery pens from grade school?” you ask with a smile and Sophia nods.

“They still work!”

“Barely.”

“Well, I found duplicates for the ones that dry out, so.”

“That’s good,” you murmur. You knew how much she loved those glittery or metallic pens–even if they were cheap and ran out of ink within a week or two of using it constantly.

“Those are going to run out, y’know?” you told Sophia as she placed the plastic box of glittery pens into the basket.

She looks up at you. “At least they make me happy.”

You smiled lightly. “At least they do.”

Sophia smiles at your light agreement before she skips off into another aisle. You watch her go and you look into the basket and grab the box. You look at the different colours and flip it back to read the labels. It’ll run out quickly and you both know it.

You’ll buy her the more expensive ones later in the future.

The only times you’ve seen Sophia use the pens were to write on your notesheets, homework, or notebook whenever you two sat next to each other. Just to bother you. She left notes and doodles and used her signature coloured pen to write down if you wanted to hang out after school and all that. It was cute. If someone passed you a note during class or school and it had the sparkling pen and signature crown, it was Sophia.

You always agreed to her plans as well. You didn’t hesitate to head toward the courtyard, the lunch room, or any other place she said to meet her at. And as expected, she’d be there waiting with a smile on her lips as soon as you saw her.

You accidentally swiped a little more and your fingers paused at the sight. Sophia went to the Philippines without you this year to celebrate Christmas. You were caught up with our own friends in California, so you laid off spending time with your second family for a bit to see your other family.

Your eyes stay on the red dress she wore for the New Years party she attended. She had someone’s borrowed blazer over the dress, but she looked amazing. Your head stopped working for a moment.

“Prom?” you questioned as Leon looked at you and Sophia.

“Yeah,” he said. “Are you two going?”

You and the Filipina exchange looks, a silent yes and no between the look of your eyes. Leon takes a moment to let you guys talk before you shake your head.

“I don’t really want to go,” you admit. Sophia nods with you.

Leon sighed and his shoulders slump. “You two don’t know how to have fun.”

“Maybe next year.”

“There is no next year!” he said and Sophia ends up laughing at his little complaint.

You and Sophia were out in the school’s courtyard after school. You both were leaning on each other’s backs, waiting for Leon to finish up with his last class so the three of you could go out and eat before parting.

“Are you really considering not going?” Sophia asked you as she fidgeted around with her skirt.

You hummed, “Yeah. I mean–I don’t know who I’d go with.”

“You can just go with your friends. That’s what Leon is doing.”

“I thought he had a date.”

“He might…I dunno.”

You let her words rest. “Are you wanting to go?” Sophia hesitated to answer, but the silence gave you an answer: yes.

“You should go with him.”

“But if he’s going with someone, then I wouldn’t want to third wheel them.”

“I doubt he’ll let that happen.”

“It’s his date, Yn.”

There’s another small pause before Sophia sighed. “I’ll just ask someone to go with me.”

Your stomach twisted and you looked at your lap. Your fingers picked at your nails.

“You wanna go that bad?”

“It’s our last year,” Sophia said as she tossed her head back against you.

You breathed in and sighed. “I’ll go with you, that way we can tease the heck out of Leon and his date.”

“Oh, you know we’ll make him nervous. Did you see the way he looked at us when we cheered him loudly when he did his promposal?” she asked. You can hear the smile in her voice and you smiled too.

“Of course I saw it. He was embarrassed by us.”

“That’s our goal on prom night,” Sophia said, “Tease him until he bursts.”

“Deal.”

Prom night came quicker than you had wanted it to. You were in the Laforteza’s household pacing around nervously. You were in that suit and tie that you swore to her opening night. It was your only set, to be honest.

“Yn.”

You turned around to see her dad holding a variety of his own ties.

“Oh, Tito Godfrey–I really don’t need another.”

He tuts and walks over to you. “You need something new if you want to look grand in front of my daughter, son.”

He brings the tie to the front of the one you have, trying to match the colours.

“Make sure you both have a good time,” Godfrey tells you as his fingers move to undo the tie that you have on currently.

“It’s your last year. Make the most out of it.”

“We still have college,” you said awkwardly.

“Ah–but you never know. You might be studying in the States and Sophia might be studying here. Or the other way around depending on which colleges you two decide to go to. The same college probably won’t accept the both of you,” he explains shortly as he looks at you. You look up and he pops your collar up.

Before he could even begin to colour match the ties again, he looks behind you and at the top of the steps. Your eyes held curiosity and you turned around.

There she was.

Red dress that wasn’t too much or too little and her makeup done nicely. Her hair wasn’t all too special, but it still looked pretty. She looked gorgeous.

“Red tie might suit you better. That way you two match…” Godfrey mused as he grabbed his red tie and turned you around. You lifted your head up as he tied the knot. You can faintly hear Tita Carla give Sophia the same lecture that Tito Godfrey had just given you.

You felt his hands twiddle the tie around your neck, putting the collar down before he pulled back. He looks…proud. You felt the familiar embrace of Sophia’s hands wrap around your arm and she looked at you with gentle and patient eyes. They drifted to look at the tie and hummed.

“You look good in red with me,” she said to you as she pulled you away from her dad. You followed after her without a word and looked down at her dress and back up at her face, nodding in agreement.

“You look better in red,” you blurted. Your mouth went agape and you took a moment to register what you had just said. Sophia laughed lightly.

“Can we just get going?” Sophia asked as she moved a hand to cover her growing smile. You nodded your head at her words after a moment and watched her leave and you followed quickly.

Prom night was over. The lights and music were dying and people were beginning to leave. Leon and his date were just a few seats away from yours and Sophia’s.

“My heels…” Sophia complains with a groan, her hands moving to take her heels off. She was tucked in your blazer that you had taken off, heels off and feet tucked up on the bleachers.

You turn in your seat to face her and your hands move to grab her heels, placing them between your bodies.

“When does your mom come to pick us up?” you asked as you watched her fingers rub at the heel of her foot.

“In a bit. Maybe…ten to fifteen minutes?” Sophia guessed as she turned her head to look at you. She tucks the strand by her right ear up and she looks at her toes and the confetti on the floor in front of her. She looks like a mermaid fresh out of water.

Did that make sense?

You tilt your head and your fingers tug at your tie. “Are you glad I came?”

Sophia nodded her head and looked at you. “You looked good with me on the floor. I’m glad we got to do something fun in school for once.”

You smiled and she mirrored it before moving to rest her head against your shoulder, feet pressing against the top of your shoes so they wouldn’t touch the gymnasium floor.

“You look good in red,” you tell Sophia before looking up at her. She turns her head to look at you and laughs lightly.

“I look like the same girl who went out to prom with you,” she says with a smile. Your heart stutters at the reminder and you smile back at her.

“Still look good.”

“Would’ve looked better if you were with me in red,” Sophia adds in quickly as she clicks her phone off. “We look good in red, remember?”

You stare at her for a moment, letting the small silence sink in. You don’t even realize that your hands are almost touching and that you both are shoulder to shoulder.

“I think I like you,” you blurt out. The beat of silence lasts almost a year as the words sink into your own ears and hers.

“What?”

“W- what?” you stuttered. Your ears go red, then the heat creeps to your cheeks.

Sophia’s brain short circuits at your blunt confession. She blinks a few times. “What?”

“W- what?”

Sophia pauses and her stomach twists like all of those times before.

“Like that?”

When your words echoed through her room, Sophia looked over the edge of her bed to look at your work. When you looked up at her, her eyes diverted from the loom bands and into your eyes. Her heart aches and hammers. She doesn’t say anything. It’s like the air had been punched out of her.

Suddenly, the bands from the plastic kit explode all over. The bands ripped. Some broke while some flew across the room and floor. Sophia couldn’t help it. She laughed loudly–almost in your ear.

“Shut it!” you exclaimed quietly as you rubbed your wrist.

Sophia’s laughter doesn’t die down. Her eyes, still squinting from the humorous incident, move to see that your free hand had begun to rub at your wrist. She catches her breath, a toothless smile playing. After she manages to keep herself in check, Sophia slips down from the bed and to the floor near you. The bands around her fingers roll off as she forces them to, her work being put to the side as she focuses on you. Her fingers grab at your wrist and her fingers burn under your skin.

You hated holding hands with anyone. You disliked the uncomfortable feeling of your sweaty hands against someone’s soft skin. You’ve said it before to her when she attempted to hold your hand. You were used to it before, but you changed that little rule.

“How hard could it have possibly hit you?” Sophia asked as she ran her thumb across the skin gently. There was a beat of silence that passed and Sophia looked up. You’re staring at her, and after three seconds your mouth hangs for five. Sophia giggled and her free hand moved to push your chin up.

“You’re going to drool if you do that,” Sophia jokes.

“Or worse,” she adds after a moment, her brows rising to add to the tension, “flies will enter.” Her finger squeezes your wrist and tilts her head. “How hard did it hit you?”

Your wrist retracts from her fingers and her lips twitch into a frown before she regains her confidence again. It’s not like you’re leaving–you just pulled your hand away.

“Not hard, I guess. But it did sting for a while,” you informed her.

Sophia hums before she moves to collect the nearby elastics that were under her palms. “At least you aren’t bleeding, huh?”

“Yeah,” you agreed with her, “at least I’m not…”

She collects a few and turns back to you, her lips in her signature smile. She adjusts her position so that she’s a little closer to you. “Need me to teach you again?”

“Yes. Please,” you said. Her eyes caught sight of your hand reaching over and she fisted her hand, keeping the bands away from you before she uncurled her fingers to look at the colours. Using her free hand, her finger sorts through the bands before she moves to the box which holds more.

“I’ll make yours,” she offered softly as her fingers plucked a few more bands to make your bracelet for you. “And you make one for me.”

“What colour would you like?” you asked her.

She looked at your hovering hand before she hummed in thought. “You know my favorite colours,” Sophia tells you. “I’ll do tri-colour, so do the same.”

From the corner of her eye, she watched you pick out the perfect colours for her. Pink, purple, blue.

“Alright,” she said softly as she began to knot the bands into place around her fingers. Sophia knew you were fairly new to this, so she took her time. She was patient with you–she always was.

“There you go,” she praised quietly after a few moments, “You got the rhythm now, don’t you?”

“I think so,” you replied as your cheeks tightened. She smiled lightly. You were biting your tongue. Instead of distracting you, she moved to finish your bracelet in her hands. Her fingers moved quickly, finishing it up within five minutes while you were a third finished.

She looks at the length of the bracelet before her fingers reach for your left hand again. When she held your wrist, your skin was burning hot against hers again. She breathed in quietly but deeply. Sophia felt your body relax. You were taking your focus off of your bracelet because she had you occupied. She felt her eyes on you. Her fingers move to wrap the bracelet around the measure and hummed when it’s the correct length. She lets go and finishes the design up before grabbing the small plastic figure eight and hooking it around the bands.

“There we go,” she murmured as she rolled the bracelet onto your wrist. She smiles softly at the sight, her hands adjusting the bracelet around so that the plastic hook is around your pulse point. In reality, she wanted to keep holding you closer until you pulled back again. She hums, looking up as her fingers find home around your wrist.

“Looks good,” you cracked out.

Sophia smiles a little more, her right dimple being exposed.

“Are you still going through puberty?” she teased as one of her hands moved to poke your cheek. “That was cute.”

She didn’t mean for those words to slip. Sure, it was cute, but she didn’t want to admit that. That was like confessing that she–

Her thoughts are broken as soon as the bands from your fingers explode again. It hits her skin and yours. She yelped softly, her body jolting and her fingers leaving your wrist.

Though, when her fingers left your wrist, yours immediately found hers.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Sophie,” you apologized immediately as you discarded your work. She felt your hands move to her forearms now instead of her wrists. Sophia looks at you and her hands find yours as well. She’d never admit it, but she’s feeling more flustered than ever being in your hands

“Hey,” she cooed. “You’re okay.” Her hands on your forearms began to caress the skin, silently guiding your face up with her gaze. When you look up, she smiles lightly.

“It’s not like I’m bleeding, right?” she questioned, repeating her words from before when she comforted you. She watches as your eyes scan her face, then her wrists, and nod.

“Right,” Sophia hummed in agreement. “Now, let’s remake the bracelet for me. I like the nice colours you chose.”

“They’re your favorite. That's why you like them,” you inform her, hands scrambling to grab the ruined product. Sophia’s heart thumps. You remembered all three of them.

“Of course,” she replied with a small furrow of her brow and smile. “I’m glad you remembered that.”

It was an hour and a half–maybe more, before Sophia got to showcase her talent on stage once more. Though, tonight felt different. Sophia’s stomach was twisting like she had just been on a roller coaster and she didn’t know why. It’s never happened before.

She’s in her room preparing her makeup and outfit before the show before suddenly there’s a knock on the door. She turns around from facing the mirrors and she walks over, unlocking the door and opening it.

She’s surprised to see one of the crew members holding a bouquet of flowers in their hands while talking into the mic. They hand it over quickly and Sophia grabs it. She couldn’t even ask who it was from. If it were her parents, she’d probably get the flowers when she was home and not before her opening day.

Her fingers trace over the enveloped letter and that twisting stomach churned even tighter.

It was you.

Sophia moved to the vanity, placing the flowers down and ripping the envelope open quickly, fingers careful and precise. Her eyes skimmed over the written letters, your handwriting messy but still readable. She couldn’t help the small smile that formed on her lips as she read through the whole thing. Her heart ached before she snapped out of it. If you’re really here, then she’ll put on a better performance than she did during rehearsals.

After the show, Sophia walked to the front and bowed. She heard the hooting and hollering from her family, especially her dad. She found them in the crowd easily. She saw your face and the way your eyes shimmered as you stared at her. Her eyes took a moment to gaze upon your suit and tie.

Idiot–you didn't have to go all out, she thought.

Your face–she couldn’t decipher it. She was still up front, so she tried her best to keep her smile until the end of the show.

“Amazing!” her father exclaimed, his arms wrapping around Sophia. She squealed lightly before her arms went around his neck, pulling him in. She feels the world spin and lift for a moment, making her excitement rush through the roof.

“Okay, okay! Enough!” she laughed before he settled her down. When he sets her down, she feels her mother grab her face and kiss her cheek, forehead, and head in praise which made Sophia flush in embarrassment but pride in her act.

Her brothers came by after and gave her light compliments, Sophia teasing the hell out of Oreo before Leon and Basil. Then, her attention turned to you as the other boys followed her mom to greet the other performers. Her hands were behind her back as she interlocked them tightly. At this point, her hands were bound to crack or break. She walks up slowly, reluctantly releasing her grip on her to reach and grab at your blazer.

“You really didn’t have to,” Sophia said as she moved her hands to your tie, looking at you with that soft gaze. She watched as your hand rubbed the back of your neck. She can’t help but smile. You’re cute.

“Your mom’s really persuasive,” you excused.

Sophia snorts and shakes her head. “And I’m not?”

“You are!”

“So why are you in a suit and tie?”

Your mouth hangs open for a moment. Her brow raises as she waits.

“I wanted to look good for your opening night…” you admit after a while.

Sophia shakes her head and her hands move to tussle your nested waxed hair. “Don’t dress like this if you’re going to come tomorrow and all the other days.”

You nodded your head and Sophia hummed.

“I read your letter,” she said quietly, her gaze locking on your tie, avoiding eye contact. She knew that if she continued to keep staring up into your eyes then she would be even more nervous than you.

“Did you?” you murmured.

She nodded her head in confirmation before her eyes moved to look into yours. “It was sweet. I really needed that encouragement.”

When you looked back at her, she saw the relief and tension leave both your face and eyes at the same time, your muscles relaxing.

“I was nervous,” you admitted.

“Don’t be,” Sophia quickly assured, her hands moving to lightly push your shoulders. They’ve lingered on your tie for too long. “It’s just me, is it not?”

“It’s just Sophia.”

“That’s right. It’s just me. Me and you.”

She watched you nod your head and she mirrored your movements before letting out a light laugh. She takes a moment for the situation to calm before she breathes in.

“Was I…good?” she asked you quietly. Her voice was laced with a hint of insecurity–something she had waited to ask you since she got off the stage.

“More than good. Gosh, Sophie, you were a star,” you blurted out immediately. Sophia’s face lights up and her lip part to talk, but you keep going. “I couldn’t even pay attention to the plot because you were so good on that stage. Even if you did nothing.”

When you stop talking, the pause lingers as Sophia struggles to find her words.

“Was that too much?” you asked her and Sophia immediately shakes her head.

“I liked that. I liked what you said. I- I wanted to hear that from you.”

“Good. Because you were really good, Sophia.”

“Alright, enough!” she laughed as she turned her head quickly, trying to hide the blush that was coating her face, her hair slapping your face slightly. She heard you blow air out of your slightly pursed lips and she laughed in front of you before her hand grabbed your wrist. “Let’s go meet the others.”

Sophia saw you after every play and gave you a hug after every night. You finally followed her orders and wore much more comfortable clothes after opening night.

After about an hour and a half, Sophia cleans herself up. The makeup was off, her mic was off, and her outfit was changed into something else more comfortable. When she walked onto the stage where the crew was cleaning up, her brows furrowed when she saw the sight of people scrambling around the stage.

“What happened?” Sophia asked as she walked up from behind you.

You turned around. Your face was visibly distressed and her concern crept even more.

“I think I threw away her flowers for you!” they said loudly as they pointed at you.

Sophia felt her stomach drop at the accusatory pronoun.

“His flowers,” Sophia corrected firmly in instinct. Her head turns to you, “And it’s okay. I still have the flowers that you gave me on opening night.”

“They’re going to wither.”

“You forget I know how to care for plants” she reminded you softly. When she said that, she saw your face relax at the reminder. Her fingers reached out and tugged your sweater so that you’re away from the crew.

“Buy me ice cream instead,” Sophia offered, “That’ll make up for my tossed flowers.”

“I’m sorry they’re tossed.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” she murmured as her hands moved to wrap around your arm instead of the fabric of your sweater. You didn’t like holding hands. “Now, c’mon. If we don’t go then the ice cream’ll melt.”

“Mmh–I forgot the last time I got ice cream,” Sophia lied quietly as she took the pink spoon out of her lips.

“Didn’t you have some when you went out with your family?”

Sophia looked at you. She’s be caught. Your smile widened. That made her smile too.

“With you,” she empathized before her spoon came by and took a bit from your own cup. She watched as your hand tilted your cup to share and she came a little closer to have a bit more of your own.

Sophia guided you around the streets of Manila. She spoke gently as she told you about stories and more about what she and the cast had done during their rehearsals. She loved every moment of it, her voice bright and lively as she remembered the moments in her head.

At a park after the cups of ice cream were licked clean, Sophia rushes to you on the playground after tossing away the cups. She sighed and leaned her body against yours from the side, feeling your body heat against hers. She tilted her head up and her lips parted.

“The stars,” she acknowledged quietly. She felt your head lift; you’re looking with her. She keeps her eyes locked on them and her arms loop around your singular arm instinctively.

You lean against her and she lets you because she wants you to. She always wants you to lean on her.

“Are you staying tonight?” Sophia asked as you both ended up in front of her house. It was around midnight, or even after midnight, after you two came back from hanging out. She saw the hesitancy in your eyes after a few seconds. She tugs your sweater in a whiny manner.

“Please stay. I haven’t gotten to hang out with you properly until tonight,” she said quickly. You took your time to think over her words before she saw that small nod. She smiles and doesn’t hesitate to drag your arm inside.

“Call your parents,” she said as she gestures to the family phone on the kitchen island as you two enter her home. “When you’re done, come to my room.”

You nodded, a soft “okay” escaping your lips before she left. Sophia’s brain was empty and fogged with nothing but you at this moment. When she moved into her room, she moved into her clothes rather quickly. It was a PJ set from the night before. She cleaned her room around for a bit before she heard the familiar knocks.

Two knocks.

Nothing.

One more.

It was a rhythm the two of you made for one another.

Sophia moved around the room, rushing to grab a few clothes that she knew would fit you before opening the door. She saw you and she extended her hands.

“They’re not withering,” you stated as you walked in with her clothes. She felt her knees buckle. You looked good in her clothes. You touched the petals as you came over.

“I told you,” Sophia murmurs as she sits on her bed, “I take good care of plants.”

You smiled softly in agreement before her hand tugs you in without another word. She wanted you with her in her bed. You two were facing each other, talking and laughing quietly in the dark until one of you fell asleep. It was no surprise that you had fallen asleep before Sophia did.

When you did, Sophia took a moment to admire your face. Her fingers ghosted your cheek and jawline, tracing the shape from above as she didn’t want to wake you. You were gorgeous. Her stomach flipped and she swallowed before you turned your back on her. She sighs and pulls her hands back, closing her eyes herself.

When the morning came, Sophia was the first to wake. Sophia didn’t wake you up. She’d give you the rest you needed–even if you were to rest for years to come. She smiles softly, resting on her elbow and looming over to look at you. Her lips parted and her breath hitches.

Was this what it feels like to wake up next to you every morning?

Her heart aches at the thought and she lays back down with a shaky sigh before reaching for her phone to distract herself. After about three or four hours, you shifted and Sophia looked up, her lips twitching up.

“Good morning.”

“Mmh…morning, Sophie…”

“Oh my Gosh…” Sophia heard you say as you two walked around the store. Sophia turns her shoulder and she takes a moment to sink in the moment and how you looked. You looked…oddly adorable as you stared at the box in your hands. She smiles and walks over, peeking at the box with you.

“Dragon dance, huh?” she mused as she saw the parade of the plastic figures. You hummed softly and your fingers traced the outline of the box.

“Too bad I don’t got the money…” you pouted before placing the box back on the shelf.

You’re so cute.

“Can’t you get it another time?” she questioned as she looked up at you.

“It’s seasonal,” you explained shortly as you looked at her. “If they made one for the year of the dragon, I’d probably save my money up for that.”

Sophia tilted her head and hummed. “Well, you better start saving, huh?”

“I’m starting now.”

“Wait,” Sophia said as she stopped Leon. “I want to get something for Yn.”

Sophia was back in the Philippines after SIS’ promotion. She finally got to go celebrate her birthday, Christmas, and New Years with her family and friends. You came along with her, obviously, but Sophia decided to stay a week longer. Why? For this exact reason.

Leon looks around and follows Sophia around the mall. “Like what?”

Sophia doesn’t answer. She flicks open her phone and hands it over to him without another word as she continues to map around the store windows. Leon looks at the screen. It was a LEGO kit of the Auspicious Dragon. It was a limited edition Chinese New Years kit and it had released just a week or a few days ago.

“And you won’t get me something like that?” Leon complained with a frown as he handed her phone back to Sophia.

Sophia turned to look at him and Leon paused. “Sorry…”

The silence lasted through the whole walk before Leon broke it. “How are you two doing anyway?”

“Leon, how do I know if I truly like him?” Sophia asked him with a light whine. “Like…there are moments where I feel he’s just a very close friend and my bestest friend, but there are moments where I wonder if he actually can be more.”

“Well…” Leon murmured, “Do you feel one way more than the other?”

“I feel like he can be more…”

“Then, there’s your answer, Sophie. Don’t doubt your feelings. You’ve been feeling this way since high school. Nothing will hurt the both of you more than if you don’t tell him.”

Sophia looks at him and sighs. “When did you get so poetic?”

“Ever since I graduated college.”

“Oh–whatever…”

“I have something for you,” Sophia said as she waved the brown bag around. She watched as your face twisted in confusion and she smiled even more.

“From the Philippines?” you questioned as you hung her coat. “Why didn’t you get it when I was there with you?”

Sophia looked up and smiled, adjusting her glasses before her hand waved toward her and the couch. It was a small signal for you to just shut up and open what she had gotten for you.

You sighed with a small smile and walked over, sitting beside her but across from her at the same time.

She handed you the bag and waited patiently as you opened it slowly. You didn’t peek in yet. You looked at her.

“Should I close my eyes?”

“If you want.”

“Did you sneak Charlie or Chanel in this bag?”

Sophia laughs and her hands clap together, “My babies?! In- in this little brown bag?”

You laughed with her. “Yeah! I mean, I wouldn’t know.”

Sophia shakes her head, “The most I could fit would be Yoonchae, but not my Charlie or Chanel.”

She watches as you smile before your hand sinks into the brown bag. She can see the gears turning in your head.

“A LEGO set?”

Sophia shrugs. “Take it out, idiot. I’m not gonna tell you.”

“Are you serious?” you asked when you took the box out. The box was now in your lap and Sophia smiles lightly.

“Are you serious?!” you asked even louder and Sophia’s smile grows wider at the excitement in your voice, her hands clasping together. When you snapped out of admiring the box, your arms slapped the bag and box away and hugged Sophia. She took a moment to register your touch before she hugged you back.

“Thank you so much, Fifi…” you said with a cracking voice.

“Are you seriously going to cry?” Sophia asked, her tone teasing but way more concerned than it is funny.

“You remembered from so many years ago…” you cried out and Sophia laughed lightly, her hands running over your shoulders and back to soothe you.

“How could I forget? You’re my bestest and most favorite…” she admitted casually. The words left a bittersweet taste on her tongue. Bestest and most favorite what? Best friend?

After a couple of minutes later, you managed to gather yourself together with the help of Sophia. She turned the TV on and you brought your coffee table closer to build.. She put Modern Family in the background and spoke to you as you built your set. It took you a while because Sophia made you take a few minutes to settle your fingers down, making sure they don’t get calloused, before you went back. Even after those breaks, you managed to finish the set before the end of the day.

When you finished building and adjusted the hands and claws on the figure, Sophia admired your superstition to keep the dragon intact. She loved it. When you look at her, her gaze lifts to yours seconds later. There’s a silent plea to hug and Sophia follows it. You followed it too.

“Thank you again…” you whispered in her ear.

Sophia squeezes you. “Always for you, Yn.”

“Those are going to run out, y’know?” you told Sophia as she placed the plastic box of glittery pens into the basket.

She looks up at you. “At least they make me happy.”

You smiled lightly. “At least they do.”

Sophia smiles at your light agreement before she skips off into another aisle. She knew they were going to run out, but how else were you going to tell which notes were from her and your other friends?

The only times Sophia actually used the pens were to write on your notesheets, homework, or notebook whenever you two sat next to each other. Just to bother you. She left notes and doodles and used her signature coloured pen to write down if you wanted to hang out after school and all that. If someone passed you a note during class or school and it had the sparkling pen and signature crown, it was Sophia.

As expected, you were always in the spots where Sophia had asked you to meet her at or in. You were loyal.

She’d never admit it, but Sophia used those pens to draw you out. During class time, Sophia would spend her time drawing you. She needed to improve her realism skills. Mainly when it came to drawing people. Her fingers worked perfectly as she worked on different parts of your face everyday. From your nose, lips, eyes, and eyebrows, she made them all out before she could even put them all together.

Like a puzzle.

Though she’d never tell you that you were one of her best and biggest muses. If Sophia ever messed your face up, she’d never forgive herself to managing to mess up someone as perfect as you.

Every time you fell asleep, Sophia opened her journal quickly with precision and sketched you out. She started off with pencil, then moved to pen because you were more than just a grey colour. You had more to you.

“Prom?” you questioned as Leon looked at you and Sophia.

“Yeah,” he said. “Are you two going?”

Sophia looks at you with a bit of hope in her eyes, but yours disagreed with her.

“I don’t really want to go,” you admit. Sophia nods with you, lying under her teeth and she knew you knew she was lying.

Leon sighed and his shoulders slump. “You two don’t know how to have fun.”

“Maybe next year.”

“There is no next year!” he said and Sophia ends up laughing at his little complaint.

You and Sophia were out in the school’s courtyard after school. You both were leaning on each other’s backs, waiting for Leon to finish up with his last class so the three of you could go out and eat before parting.

“Are you really considering not going?” Sophia asked you after a moment, her finger fidgeting with her skirt.

You hummed, the vibrations running down her spine, making her shiver slightly. “Yeah. I mean–I don’t know who I’d go with.”

“You can just go with your friends. That’s what Leon is doing.”

“I thought he had a date.”

“He might…I dunno.”

“Are you wanting to go?”

Sophia hesitated to answer. She thought you knew she wanted to go. She stayed quiet, but the silence gave you an answer: yes.

“You should go with him.”

“But if he’s going with someone, then I wouldn’t want to third wheel them.”

“I doubt he’ll let that happen.”

“It’s his date, Yn.”

There’s another small pause before Sophia sighed in annoyance at the earlier miscommunication and the disapproval of going to prom from you.

“I’ll just ask someone to go with me,” she said reluctantly. She wanted to have gone with you.

“You wanna go that bad?”

“It’s our last year,” Sophia replied quickly as she tossed her head back against you.

She heard you breathe in and out–she also felt it from the rise and fall from your back. “I’ll go with you, that way we can tease the heck out of Leon and his date.”

“Oh, you know we’ll make him nervous. Did you see the way he looked at us when we cheered him loudly when he did his promposal?” she asked with a smile

“Of course I saw it. He was embarrassed by us.”

“That’s our goal on prom night,” Sophia said, “Tease him until he bursts.”

“Deal.”

“Make sure to have fun,” Carla tells her as she adjusts the dress around Sophia. Sophia sighs and she looks at her mom with a frown.

“He said he didn’t want to go. What if I have fun and he doesn’t?”

“He will find the fun,” her mom assured Sophia, her voice certain and firm. “If it’s with you.”

“But how would you know, mommy? You don’t know him like I do.”

“You’re right,” she agreed, looking at her daughter with kind eyes. “But I do know that whenever you’re with him in situations he doesn’t want to be in, he smiles when you’re with him. I know that when someone brings you up, he lifts his head. Whenever someone says his name as well. And when someone mentions theatre. Or when he hears your voice in the room.”

Sophia pauses and Carla brings her in a hug.

“He will have fun if you’re having fun with him.”

When Sophia walked down the steps, she saw her dad already looking. Then you took your sweet time to turn around to see her. Her heart throbbed and hammered. She wanted your praise and compliments.

“Red tie might suit you better. That way you two match…” her dad said. Sophia smiled as she watched him turn you around so he could put the tie on you.

When he finished, Sophia grabbed your arm to pull you away from her dad. To bring you into a different area. When she did, her eyes looked at the tie.

“You look good in red with me,” she said to you. She saw as you nodded your head in agreement with her as your eyes drifted to her dress. She shifts under your gaze. It felt tantalizing.

“You look better in red,” you blurted. She watched as your mouth opened to stop yourself right after you said that. She laughs.

“Can we just get going?” Sophia asked as she moved a hand to cover her blush, immediately pulling her head back as well. You nodded your head at her words. When she saw that you agreed, Sophia didn’t grab you to drag you. Instead, she let you follow her because she was far too nervous to hold you.

Prom night was over. The lights and music were dying and people were beginning to leave. You were focused on how the night ended when Sophia was focused on…well…

“My heels…” Sophia complains with a groan, her hands moving to take her heels off. Your blazer slips off of her shoulders, but her free hand moves to keep it around her as she takes her heels off. Once they were off, your hands didn’t hesitate to grab them from the floor and place them between your bodies.

“When does your mom come to pick us up?” you asked her. Sophia rubs the heel of her foot before she hums and turns her head to look at you.

“In a bit. Maybe…ten to fifteen minutes?” Sophia guessed. Her hand moved to tuck her hair back, exposing the many piercings on her right ear as she stared at the gym floor and its confetti.

From the corner of her eye, she can see the way you tugged at your tie to loosen it. “Are you glad I came?”

Sophia nodded her head immediately and looked at you. “You looked good with me on the floor. I’m glad we got to do something fun in school for once.”

She saw that smile that formed and her heart jumped out of her chest. She couldn’t hold it anymore. Sophia moves in and leans her head on your shoulder, her legs dropping from her chest to the floor. Except, her feet were on the top of your dress shoes to avoid the dirty floor of the gymnasium.

Sophia sucks in a breath, “I think I like you too, Yn.”

“What?” you repeat. Sophia laughs and she drops her phone between the two of you and cups your face to look at her.

“I know I like you,” she whispers more intimately now. You knew she didn’t mean that as a friend. More than a friend. Like a…a partner–or something.

Sophia pauses and she leans in, her lips pressing against your forehead softly. They linger and she pulls back to look at you with gentle eyes. The same ones that never lost their spark even after everything bad that has made her vulnerable in front of you.

“Do you want to go see the LEGO store?”

You nodded your head, not trusting your voice right now. You knew that if you spoke your voice would just crack. She smiles and she moves away to pack up. You followed after her. The silence was deafening but comfortable. After the containers were packed and you recycled the plastic box, Sophia came behind you with her arm around yours and the blanket in her other arm.

You reach to grab it and Sophia doesn’t stop you. You look at your laced arms before you adjust yourself. Sophia lets you.

Your hand, surely but unsurely, moves and interlocks fingers with hers. Sophia stops, her brain forgetting what and who you were in this moment. She looks at your interlocked hands and you feel your body heat up. Your stomach twists and your hands begin to sweat. You don’t like the feeling.

You shake your hand out of her grip and you shake your head. “Nope. No–not yet.”

Sophia took a moment and she burst out laughing before leaning against your arm. You smiled softly and looked down at her. Her fingers gently toy with the rubber elastic of the loom bracelet from years ago and you let her.

The whole walk and quiet talk to the store was an unspoken promise: you’re mine and I’m yours.

spidey’s mic : ON,,, longest. fic. ever. this took about… five days? i don’t remember… but here it is !! thank you so much for all the support as well : ( did i already mention that ? also, sorry for posting sophia so much. im open to all members. i’m just afraid i’ll write them wrong and out of character 😞 i also didn’t make those hogwarts KATZ for a reason… i might make hogwarts KATZ hc’s soon !! but no promises : )

This one may be the most obnoxious and entitled by far.

x reader fics have almost always been written in mind with the personal identity of the author, as it 1) makes writing the fic a bit easier, and 2) allows the author to create the representation that they want to see of themselves— something crucial if they present themselves as an identity that has far less fics written for them.

The above is not a problem, will never be a problem, and the fact that some of you are trying to make it a problem when it comes to identities that you do not personally align with is a problem.

In this fandom, we have people who are transmasc, studs, butches, and a litany of other identities that are in proxy to masculinity. So, naturally, when they write, they write with their identity in mind, so others can enjoy works more specific to them. These people (transmasc, studs, butches, etc…) really aren’t a majority, so avoiding these works (if you would want to do so) really isn’t that hard; the classic “don’t like, don’t read”.

Some of you can’t seem to do that though, and must reduce the people writing these fics to “ugly males” is genuinely one of the most tone deaf things I’ve heard from this community in a while (lmfao).

I’m going to make a very large assumption and say that the anon who sent that message is feminine leaning like myself.

Purpose of that anon message was to disparage masc!reader fics in favor of fem4fem ones, lets make that very clear. Simply because you don’t relate to something, doesn’t mean that others should stop writing for it, as you’re not the center of the universe and other people obviously find it important to them. Removing masc reader fics will not increase the amount of fem4fem ones, it really only makes people feel less welcome in the community. If you want fem4fem, that’s great! Read that then and support authors who write for it. But there’s no need to be an asshole to people who have other preferences than you, especially those who are of a marginalized identity.

Coming from a femme lesbian myself, I do have to say that there seem to be an abundance of fem4fem/gn reader in this fandom— less so for masc reader— so I have no idea why that person was even complaining about this, as if they can’t just ignore what they don’t like and read what they do.

There’s also a coat of transphobia with this, since some authors of masc reader fall somewhere on the tmasc spectrum… (Why are you demanding you see less of trans people… the transphobia brainworm really does deep doesn’t it…) but I digress.

To my transmasc travelers, just know that you’ll always have a place at my sermons and that you’re loved 🩵

That being said, don’t read what you don’t want to, and certainly don’t make it other people’s problem.