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Angela has developed feelings for her friend and coworker, Damien, and they’re getting difficult to navigate. Should she try to lock them down and hide them until they go away? Or should she take the leap and risk their entire friendship?
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- Part 1 of Forever Is Simple With You
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Minho sighs. “Put yourself in my shoes, Bin. You see incriminating photos of your best friend. You realize you’ve been in love with your best friend for ages. You can’t stop touching your dick while thinking about your best friend— and now you’re just supposed to hang out with your best friend like everything is fine?!”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Changbin’s voice moves away from the receiver. Like he’s taking a lap. Minho doesn’t blame him. “You’re literally, like, the stupidest, gayest motherfucker I know.”
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Two Best Friends in a Room, They Might Touch Tips by vicioussickle
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
18 Mar 2025
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“When you… you know… got aroused earlier…” Jisung started, studying Minho’s reaction to his words. He didn’t want to make Minho uncomfortable, but his drunken brain supplied him with a really good idea! He couldn’t even remember the last time he saw his best friend with a girl, he might have actually never seen it. He knew Minho had to be sexually frustrated, because he was, too… Until he got his toy.
Or: Jisung doesn't have a girlfriend, and neither does his best friend Minho. When he buys a sex toy that flips his world upside-down, he has no choice but to share the love with his best friend.
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“Y’know, you really talk a big game, when all it takes to keep you still is a little force in the locker room. Are you that helpless without your guard dogs?” Jisung tilts his head to the side as he speaks, blinking his eyes with faux sympathy.
The urge to act like a dog himself and bite gives Minho whiplash. He tightens his grip on Jisung’s shoulders and slams one of his padded legs into Jisung’s knee instead, a groan escaping the younger’s lips instantly. Minho takes the chance to switch their positions, slamming him into the lockers with much more force than necessary. The sound echoes in the room as Jisung shuts his eyes and leans his head back with a curse, chest heaving.
“I know I’ve been cordial on the ice and everything, Han, but don’t you forget that I don’t like you as much as you don’t like me,” Minho begins. Jisung keeps his eyes shut, head still tilted to the ceiling. Minho jostles him against the locker. “Look at me when I’m speaking.”
Jisung still doesn’t open his eyes, laughing instead as he says, “Fuck you.”
OR: The one where Jisung hates Minho, and Minho hates Jisung. Too bad they're stuck on the same hockey team now.
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Heart rabbiting, Minho peels his hoodie away from his chest and peers down, because surely he forgot to take the alpha’s shirt off this morning, and that’s what he’s smelling—but he has no such luck.
He’s going crazy. He must be. He’s imagined smells before, the most random things at random times, but he’s never sensed them this vividly, like he could reach out and touch the alpha, taste the chocolate and orange all the way on the back of his tongue—
Minho chuckles quietly to himself, humorless, maniacal. This is simply not happening.
(or: The anonymous alpha whose clothes Minho has been buying for months ends up in his class; Jisung can't figure out how his new project partner could be so sour, yet so sweet.)