just wanted to drop in and say that I absolutely love your fanfictions. They're my comfort reading and I come back to them from time to time. Such a good spice of feelings that just tug at the heartstrings 😭 and sort of poetry to the sentences, it always flows, I don't know how to explain it better but I love them and I'm so glad you shared those bojere stories 🫶💚
Thank you so much!! You’re so sweet, this means so much to me. I literally squealed out loud when I read this 🥹❤️ I’m still very insecure about my skills and always turn into an anxious mess at some point during the writing process, but I’m sure it will help me to keep your kind words in mind 🥹
Bojan Cvjetićanin is a college flunkie who’s been disowned by his parents, and after an explosive blowout with his friends at a birthday party, he isolates himself from the world—which isn’t hard when you’re working three jobs just to make rent. He’s bitter, exhausted, and the most human contact he’s had outside of serving coffee or beer is texting “nudes?” to random people on Tinder just so he has something to jack off to. In short, he’s miserable and ready to make it other peoples’ problems.
He’s picking up his Monster Energy and pack of Marlboro at the gas station when the clerk suddenly tells him he likes his hat—“Women want me, fish fear me. Very funny,” the guy chuckles. Bojan thinks nothing of it until the guy talks to him again. And again. And again. Bojan plays along, thinking he can score some free lotto scratchers or candy, but overall the guy—Jere, he learns—seems like a total rube.
Unknowingly though, this small encounter sends Bojan on a painful but necessary trajectory of self-reflection and reluctant healing; reconnecting with old friends, reopening wounds to breathe, and bettering himself. Jere sees through Bojan’s crass, angry attitude and grips him by the hand, raising him from the early grave he’s headed towards.
But what happens when Bojan realizes the depth of his feelings for Jere goes beyond just friendly? When he’s forced to pry open his greatest insecurities and ask himself, “Could anybody ever truly want me?