#warnings: misunderstandings

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BAKED WITH CARE

staring...baker!joshua × gn!reader

genre...romance, comedy, holiday fiction, a little angst

warnings...mention of food? misunderstanding between families (your family)

synopsis...Returning home for the holidays, you reluctantly agree to join the town’s bake-off, despite your lack of baking skills. You met up with Joshua, a childhood friend who is now the owner of a local bakery. As you spend time together, you realise that this holiday season has more in store for you than just baking lessons and prizes.

rating...sfw

w.c...1.4k

note...Christmas ended but here i am, releasing a christmas fic. I may or may not have written this at midnight and even finished it but Enjoy y'all.

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"yes, yes. I'll join the bake-off"

You could hear your friend squealing through the phone as you looked at the destination display on the train slowly reaching your designated station. You stood up, gripping your baggage tightly. You sighed, it's been quite a while since you've gone back to your hometown. After the day you had an awful fight with your mom, you left home without saying goodbye. You wondered how you were going to face her.

"Over here!!" You could see your friend wave happily at you, even before the train door slid open. You smiled, waving back at her as you walked out of the train.

"you have no idea how much you have missed after you left! Oh, we must catch up!" She jumped in excitement before hugging you tightly. You laughed, returning the hug as well. As you walked with her out of the station, her boyfriend was waiting outside for the two of you.

"Hello," you smiled politely at him, hopping into the car with your friend. "So! What are you going to bake for the town's bake-off?" your friend asked, clueless that you had zero ounce of baking skills. You laughed nervously, unsure what kind of desserts you could make with such clumsy hands. "I'll think about it afterward." As you looked out the car window, snow stretching endlessly across the landscape, you responded.

The car drove through the quiet, snow-covered streets, the soft hum of the engine and the occasional crunch of tires on snow filling the silence. You glanced at your phone, scrolling through Pinterest for last-minute dessert ideas, but everything seemed difficult to make.

"We're here!" Your friend chirped, breaking your train of thought as the car rolled to a stop in front of your home. You stepped out into the cold, your friend hopping out to grab your baggage for you. You turned around to face your mom who was standing at the doorway with a weak smile. You smiled back awkwardly, avoiding further eye contact with her.

"it's time you reconnect with your mom, it's been years. Forgive and forget, alright?" Your friend whispered in your ear before handing you the bags. You sighed, waving goodbye to your friend.

"Hi, Mom," you said softly. "come on in" your mom uttered, stepping aside to let you in. As you stepped inside the place you once used to call home, the warmth of familiarity immediately surrounded you.

"I...cleaned your room so you should settle in fine. I'll be in my room if you need me." Your mom spoke before leaving you alone. You watched her every move, unsure of what to do next. You sighed deeply, heading into your old room. Memories came flooding in as you walked in. The soft bed that creaked when you sat on it, the old drawer that would get stuck from time to time, and...the broken mirror that your mom accidentally broke during the fight you had with her years ago.

"You haven't changed a single thing, huh." You said with a weak smile. You left your baggage on the floor, leaving your room. You wandered around the house, scanning over familiar rooms filled with memories.

It wasn't long before you found yourself in the living room. Everything was still in place, nothing had changed at all. As you walked around, you noticed a picture sitting on the mantel, a thick layer of dust clung to the photo. You froze as you stared at the picture. It was your graduation day photo. You and Joshua, both dressed in black gowns and caps, smiling brightly. As you looked at the picture, a sudden thought rushed into your mind.

"oh my god, that's it!" You yelled, which made your mom come out of her room. "What? What happened?" She asked worriedly. "I'm gonna pay Joshua's bakery a visit. I'll talk to you later." Your mom raised an eyebrow but didn't question you.

"Alright, have fun."

The cold air brushed against your cheeks as you made your way to the bakery. The bakery was his family's pride, it was known for its warm, inviting atmosphere and delicious pastry. The smell of fresh bread and sweet desserts would always hit your nose each time you walked inside. It was the best bakery in town. You knew you could find Joshua there, it was his second home after all.

As you walked in, the small bell above the door jingled. You were greeted by the familiar, welcoming warmth of Joshua's bakery. There he stood, behind the counter, wearing the bakery's signature apron that was dusted with flour as he worked on a tray of freshly baked cookies.

He looked up from the counter, a surprised but warm smile spread across his face.

"you came back."

"only for the holidays, yeah. I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"of course not. It's nice to see you!" Joshua stepped away from the counter, wiping his hand clean on his apron before approaching you. "What brings you here? Need a dessert for Christmas?" you glanced at the beautiful pastries displayed on the counter. "I need help with baking..."

Joshua crossed his arms, chuckling in disbelief. "You? Baking? Never thought I'd see the day." you rolled your eyes at his comment. "My friend begged me to join the town's bake-off but little did she know, I'm no baker." You sighed.

Joshua raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Well, this should be interesting," he said, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

You shot him a look, feeling a mix of frustration and embarrassment. "I’m serious! I can barely bake a decent cookie without burning it."

"All alright, alright. We can start tomorrow but don't say I didn't warn you, my baking lessons come with a lot of sarcasm."

The next few days were filled with flour-dusted counters and playful banters. Besides you were trays of failed products you had made while Joshua made a ton of goods that were ready to set outside on the display. "right, now you're just showing off, aren't you." You scoffed, rolling your eyes playfully.

"Maybe," he said with a wink, making you laugh. As you continued to decorate one of the sugar cookies shaped like a Christmas tree, you glanced at Joshua to see what he was up to. The moment you lifted your eyes, you found him already staring back at you. His usual steady hands faltered, the green icing dripping onto the counter.

"what? Is there something on my face?" You asked, raising your eyebrow as you touched your face.

"no, no. There isn't, I'm...just glad you're back." He said softly, looking back at the sugar cookie. Your heart raced, you could feel it as if it was ready to jump out any moment. You managed to keep your voice steady before speaking.

"me too"

On the night of the bake-off, your gingerbread house that was crafted under Joshua's guidance did not win first place but it didn't matter to you. The two of you stood outside the hall, looking at the mesmerizing night sky. White puffs form each time we exhale or speak. "What a shame, your gingerbread house was great though!" Your friend chirped, trying to cheer you up but to be frank, you didn't need it. Winning didn't matter to you anyway. "It's alright, the price isn't everything," you reassured her, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

"Oh look! It's Shua! Hello!" You turned around to see Joshua walking towards you, a warm smile on his face. "I'll leave you two to it." Your friend giggled, giving you a thumbs-up before returning to the hall.

"Well, what are you up to after the holidays?" He asked, gently leaning on the railings as he looked at you. "I'm not sure, I will have to go back though. I've got work" you sighed deeply. Part of you didn't want to leave the town you grew up in, you only left because of an argument which you kind of regret doing.

"Well, before you leave. Might as well give you this." He uttered, handing you a box tied with a red ribbon. "What's this?", you asked, looking at him. "Open it," he said, looking unusually nervous as he bit his lips, avoiding eye contact with you.

You carefully unboxed the gift, revealing a sugar cookie, crafted to perfection in the shape of a heart. Written in icing were the words 'Merry Christmas'.

You looked at him, feeling your cheeks flushed. Even though it was subtle, you understood the meaning behind it.

"I'm not much for grand gestures," he said, scratching the back of his neck. "But if you're free tomorrow, maybe we could—"

"yes," you interrupted, standing on your tippy toes to peck his cheek.

"I'd love to"

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All of Olympus was in chaos. Apparently, Kronos had somehow sired another child, a son.? No one was able to agree on exactly how to feel about the new godling, but they all agreed they needed to have their chosen champions check things out.

Now, Captain Marvel and Wonder Woman were searching for the new god and Kronos. The only hint the fates had given was that the new godling lived in the United States and would take on Wonder Woman’s great grandfather’s domain.

Meanwhile, Danny is dealing with the training to become the ancient of space and the sky. And why did Clockwork and Pandora keep having whisper arguments?

[inkskinned]

you have to go to work so you can pay for your doctor, who is not taking your insurance right now, and if you say i can't afford the doctor's you are told - get a better job. it is very sad that you are unwell, yes, but maybe you should have thought about that before not having a better job.

(where is the better job? who is giving out these better jobs? you are sick, you are hurting - how the hell are you supposed to be well enough for this better job?)

but you go to the doctor because you had the nerve to be hurt or sick or whatever else. and they tell you that it is because you have anxiety. you try your best. you are a self-advocate. you've done the reading (which sometimes pisses them off worse, honestly). you say it is actually adding to my anxiety, it is effecting my quality of life. so they say that you are fat. they say that all young people have this happen to them, isn't it a medical marvel! they say that you should eat more vegetables. they say that you probably just need to lose a little more weight, and that you are faking it for attention.

(what attention could this doctor possibly give? what validation? that's their fucking job, isn't it?)

there is always a hypochondriac, right. someone always tells you about a hypochondriac. or someone who is unnecessarily aggressive during the worst days of their life. or someone looking "for a quick fix". or some idiot who wasn't educated about how to properly care for themselves who just abandons their treatment. and again, the hypochondriac, the overly-cautious hysteric. these people don't deserve to be treated like humans (right), and since you might be one of these people, you also don't get treated like a human. because those people can really fuck with the system, you now have to pay for it. and besides. you're actually probably faking it.

(more often than not, you find a 2:1 ratio of these stories. for every "hypochondriac", there are 2 people who knew something was wrong, and yet nobody could fucking find it. the story often ends with pointless suffering. the story often ends with and now it's too late, and it's going to kill me.)

you are actually just making excuses. someone else got that procedure or that diagnosis and he's fine, you should be fine too. someone else said they watched a documentary about other inspirational people with your exact same condition, maybe you should be inspirational, too. you're just too morbid. your pain and your experience is probably just not statistically concerning. it is all self-reported anyway, and you're just being a baby.

(once, while sitting down in the middle of making coffee, you had the sudden, horrible thought - i could kill myself to make the pain stop. you had to call your best friend after that. had to pet your dog. had to cry about it in the shower. you won't, but that moment - god, fuck. the pain just goes on and on.)

you know someone who went in for routine surgery and said i still feel everything. they told her to just relax. it took her kicking and screaming before they figured out she wasn't lying - the anesthetic drip hadn't been working. you know someone who went in for severe migraines who was told drink water and lose weight. you know someone who was actively bleeding out and throwing up in the ER and was told you're just having a bad period.

in the ER there are always these little posters saying things like "don't wait! get checked today!" and you think about how often you do wait. how often the days spool out. you once waited a full week before seeing the doctor for what you thought was a sprained wrist. it had actually been broken - they had to rebreak it to set it.

but you go into the doctor. the problem you're having is immediate. the person behind the counter frowns and says we're not taking your insurance. you will be paying for this out-of-pocket.

they send you home with tylenol and a little health packet about weight loss or anxiety or attention deficit. on the front it has your birthday and diagnosis. you think about crying, and the words swim. it might as well say go fuck yourself. it might as well say you're a fucking idiot. it might as well say light your money on fire and lie down in it. and the entire fucking time - the problem persists.

it's okay. it's okay, it's just another thing, you think. it's just another thing i have to learn to live with.

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Mr. Yang, Is that you?: 15. NEW HAIR NEW TEE NEW MAN!?

Warnings: jealousy, misunderstanding, swearing

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You were walking away, trying to avoid Jungwon as much as you can ever since you found out. You look back making sure you weren’t being followed by anyone. Facing forward, you continue walking. You take a brief break.

You check your phone seeing your friends spam messaging you asking where you went. You shake your head, you were busy on your phone, until that’s when you felt a tap on your shoulder. Panicked, you slowly turned around only to be met with an unfamiliar face.

Well, not unfamiliar you see him around campus, just you don’t know his name or him personally at all. You calmed down. Glad it wasn’t Jungwon. Or you would’ve ran. You raise a brow.

“Anything you need?” You ask softly to meet eyes with the boy. You noticed his hazel eyes. You admired them, they were very pretty. You shook your thoughts real quick upon hearing him speak up.

“Yeah..I was wondering..if you knew where..the library was…” oh—library..? “Oh, yeah..Just walk down there and just take a left, it should be the first building on the right..” You say pointing towards the direction.

The boy nodded.. “Thank you so much..I’ve never been there before..be the way I’m.. Joseok” Joseok..interesting.. “Yeah no problem..I’m yn..” you introduced yourself. “Don’t worry I know..well I’ve got to get going..” Joseok said at last before walking away.. you stared at him walking away.. you smiled lightly before walking where you were headed.. home.

Synopsis: You were playing Roblox until you started having beef with one player that goes by the name "mryangslays193" determined to beat the player in the game. What happens if you go to class and find out it's your crush Yang Jungwon who is the owner of the account ..?

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"Jason just needs to see things from his family's perspective and understand how much they love him (despite them never actually communicating or showing him through their actions)" is out. "The batfamily putting a single bit of effort into understanding Jason and reconciling with him on his own terms" is in.

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[tcf chapter 113–114]

Haha! I knew it! The facades are beginning to show their cracks! His narration insisting that he’s fine becomes less believable when he’s forced to admit that using a power drains him of all strength to the point that he feels like he’s been starving for several days…

…like, he tries, going on about how it only hurt like hell for a little bit, but, sorry buddy! There’s really no way to downplay or sugar coat this one!

And I know, I just know that he’s gonna go on and on about how he won’t use something that hurts so much and causes so much trouble again. Nope, not ever! ……unless—

(Also it is ADORABLE how Cale and Raon can’t say no to each other)

[newbornwhumperfly]

ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves…

sorry for this day’s entry being late! i wasn’t happy with it for a while but perfection is the enemy of progress, so! here it is! i promise the next installments will be in quick succession, it’ll be a fun time for all 😈💖😈

whumptober2024 • day 3 • set up for failure • fingerprints | wrongfully arrested | “i warned you”

CW: blood, dehumanization, conditioned whumpee, allusions to xenophobia

title insp. by “ruthlessness” from epic: the musical

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He knew it. 

He knew it, he knew it, he knew it, he fucking knew it. God fucking damnit. Jorah’s hands are steel-balls, every muscle coiled, spring-loaded, because he’s not fucking shaking. 

He’s not - he’s clear-headed and he has to be, doesn’t he, because nobody else in this goddamn base is. Nobody else is seeing or thinking or using their fucking brains because Morja is not in cuffs already (or, better, with a bullet in his head), just standing, standing, before their Captain’s desk, still soaking wet with Claudia’s blood.

“I warned you.” Jorah breathes, hands planted on Brax’s desk, knuckles bleach-white with holding himself still. “Captain, I asked you not to let him go without me, without a goddamn security expert-“

“There was an expert, Cuthbert.” The Captain breathes, their hands pressed flat on the fine wood grain of their desk, “The expert was Morja.” 

“And you thought- I’m sorry, you thought he’d be good enough?”

Claudia is in surgery, getting head stitches, and what if she dies- 

Jorah clamps down on the chilling twist in his stomach, all that cold going back to his veins. That’s not useful to think about right now, Sarai’s got her, she’ll be fine. She’ll live. She’d better live. 

Or Morja is dead. 

“Yes, Cuthbert, I used my discretion here. Morja was the only one who knew where the training facility would be.”

“And that wasn’t, maybe, suspect to you, did you not think of security, Captain?-“

“He was the best choice to keep everybody safe.”

Jorah reels, chest heaving, the sharp fire of rage pressing down on his lungs. He’s so betrayed. This is such a betrayal because the Captain is standing there, tall and pristine and behind that desk which represents their country, their title, and Jorah can’t believe that someone like them could be so stupid. How could they have made such an error?

“It was my call.” Jorah grits out. “I’m this base’s security liaison, I am second rank, I review all potential security threats, this motherfucker is a security threat-“

“Easy, Commander-“

“Brax, I- how else do you want me to put it, this is a fucking lapse in protocol, those are supposed to be my fucking calls to keep us safe!”

Jorah’s voice rising to a shout, his professionalism unraveling, hands emphasize his point by laying on the desk. It rattles, the trinkets rattling together, a cup in its saucer. Brax’s glasses flash, their glasses pushed up, as they stand fully behind their desk.

“If you are suggesting I had poor judgement, Cuthbert, I trusted everyone on that team.” 

Their voice is cold, sharp, and Jorah has gone maybe too far, he can see that, but they aren’t listening. Jorah can see those dark, sharp eyes keep glancing over Jorah’s shoulder, keep trying to seek out that rat fuck, why does Brax care what comes out of him? Is this balance? Is this trying to be fair, to be measured? Can’t they see the threat?

They aren’t listening. 

“Captain.” Jorah rears back, a stagger of a step, his eyes burning. Throat clicking. He goes to attention in respect for their station, but his head shakes back and forth, jaw spasming as he tries to unclench his jaw. 

“Captain?” His eyes blur as he blinks, frustration choking him, voice pitched soft, shaky. “You- you didn’t trust my judgement? You didn’t trust me?”

That makes Brax seem to remember themself, drawing themself up to full height, their expression, so tight and narrow-eyed, seems to falter. They reach out to him and Jorah pulls away, wounded. 

“Jorah, that isn’t why I didn’t consult you before they left-“

“I just wanted to keep my friends, my unit, safe, Captain.”

“I know that, Jorah, I know that and I would never have let them all go if I had known there would be this much danger.”

“He hurt Claudia.”

Jorah’s voice crests on a pitch of tension, cracks with rage, a frigid ocean storm frothing inside him, and Brax’s jaw tics visibly, sucking in their breath sharply. 

“…You don’t know that, Jorah.”

But they don’t sound so sure anymore, their eyes flicking from the asset, stock still as bloody stone, and him, and Jorah digs in, presses, urgent and hoarse, leans over the desk again to plead.

“Just ask him.”

They both spin but Jorah is watching Brax as their hand comes up to touch the gold wire of their glasses, to steady the frames again, peering at Morja with a look that makes even Jorah go still. Searching, probing, an excavation tool, razor sharp attention all on one object, one singular foci. There is a hardness to their mouth which means disappointment, pondering, doubt. 

“Morja?” 

Asset, Jorah wants to scream, but he bites his cheek somehow as the fucker thuds to his knees, filthy, on their beautiful carpet, whimpering like a dog when he folds, hands (the red blood barely dried, caked and browning) clasped crosswise in front,  playing dead. 

“Stand up, Morja, I’m talking to you.”

“I’msorryCaptain.”

As with their usual platitudes that grate, sugar on a broken tooth, Brax corrects his apology, a that’s alright, Morja, stomach-turning reassurance for a killing machine. The stains of small red fingerprints on the asset’s cheek, bright in the lamplight, make Jorah’s nostrils flare. Claudia’s handprints. 

Did she clutch at Morja before he bashed her over the head? Did she claw at him in self-defense? Jorah imagines Morja and his fucking scar-gnarled hands looming over her and he wants to put his boot against that throat and watch his fucking eyes bug as he crushes and crushes and crushes until he’s no longer playing at going limp.

“Morja, listen to me carefully. Are you responsible for Claudia’s wound?” 

Their icy calm could cut steel and even Jorah feels himself straighten up as the asset wheezes. 

“Y-Yes, Captain.”

Jorah warned them all. 

“Did you…try to harm her, Morja?”

“I’msosorry.”

“Morja, tell me you didn’t hurt her?”

“Yes- y-yes. Yes, Captain, s-sorry, was m-me.”

Brax’s hands slip into their waistcoat and Jorah is close enough to see their fingers clench into fists, rounded knuckles pressing against the silk. 

“What happened, Morja?” 

Their voice is so soft and Morja whines like a dog scratching at the door and Jorah wants to vomit.  The asset sways like he wants to collapse, silence stretching between them, taut and humming. He shakes his head, more a jerk of his chin, and lowers his chin to his chest. 

Look them in the fucking face. 

“I failed.”

His arm wraps around his stomach, head turned away, for all the world like a penitent child confessing his candy theft. Red handed. Sorry for being caught, blood still under his nails. 

“Cap-Captain, I- I am sorry. I am sorry for- for obeying my- the enemy, an- Captain, I didn’t know-“

Poorly trained dog with sharp jaws. 

“I just obeyed, I followed orders, and- I’m sorry, I tried to- I did hurt her, it is my f-fault, and I did try to- I didn’t want to hurt her, I did, I did-“

Rabid.

“Someone on the other side told you to hurt her?”

“Y-Yes, anotéros. Captain, I’m sorry.”

“Morja…who’s side are you on?”

Teeth at all of their throats.

“…Idon’tknow.”

A knock at the door makes them all startle, the silence spiderwebbing from the pressure of intrusion as Cobi steps into the room, Pfeffer still bloody, those big hands trembling, eyes red and swollen, streaming snot and tears that he keeps swiping away. 

Jorah’s chest spasms, cold, no-

Cobi catches his eyes and shakes his head, sniffling hard, using a heel of his palm to scrub at his cheek. 

“Sarai kicked me out, to- to work better.” He croaks. “I- Um. Dunno how she is yet, sorry, J-man. Just dunno yet.”

His lips are trembling, sniffling even harder, and Jorah cannot fucking handle any weakness right now, not from any quarter, spins to Brax, rigid attention and crisp readiness. The only one in this goddamn base who’s prepared to handle a goddamn difficulty. 

“What would you like me to do with him, Captain?”

Three sets of eyes flash to Jorah, the only source of clean and calm in the room. 

Brax tugs at the buttons of their vest, hands smoothing and adjusting, a magnet to Jorah’s lodestone, and when their jaw sets, he feels a surge of pride and relief that they’ve made the right choice.

“First Lieutenant Cuthbert, Private Pfeffer, Morja will be remanded into custody until further testimony from Private Williams i- when she awakes. Morja, please accompany them until further notice. We will get this figured out.”

The asset’s blank eyes go wide as he gasps a little whimper that Jorah and his tools could never wring out of him, face blossoming open in a look that Jorah doesn’t have to guess at: fear.

Good.

Motherfucker should be afraid - he should remember what he is. They should all remember what he is. It might be bittersweetly bought but now they will. Now they know that Jorah is right about him. 

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oh no, what will happen to morja now, i wonder? 😨👀🥺

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We can’t be friends (Kevin Moon)

Warnings/genre: ah well lovers to strangers, misunderstandings, angst, hurt comfort at the end ig? Not proofread so let me know if there should be any corrections. Plz let me know if more warnings or anything should be here.

Word count: 1,340

Sana: I am back (only for a while lmao) and I present you my first ever Kevin Moon fic which I am slightly proud about. I had to write on we can’t be friends because yes. Like the song is just so SHSHSHDJD it’d be a crime if I did not do anything considering I am known (I like to believe that) for my fics which are inspired by songs. My all time favourite beta reader izzy is not available so no proofread because yas 👏. And a huge thanks to @mosviqu bar for making the banner despite it getting on her nerves. Love you loads mwah.

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Date: March 30th 2024

Sitting in the corner of the room you stare at all the people mingling with each other, laughing and giggling as if everything is normal and going oh so well in their lives when in fact it’s crumbling apart.

Taking a sip of the beer which was almost over you look around the room once again when your eyes meet his, staring at you from across the room.

You could feel your heart beating again, the way it started beating loudly made you scared, not because you feared him but because you feared yourself.

You swore to yourself that you had moved on from him. After everything you both went through, you thought it’s better if you stayed just as friends but you yourself knew that you both cannot be friends.

Every passing second of the day made you loathe him more, not because he was your ex but because he just decided to give up on your relationship just like that when you decided it was the end.

Keeping the can of bear on the nearest table you found you grabbed your coat and walked away from there. Not being able to sit there and act as if everything was alright when it in fact was not. You knew it was not, he knew it was not.

Date: March 20th 2024

Sitting on the bed you hold the necklace in your hand as you take in a deep breath. You hated arguing with him, in fact you hated when you would snap at each other simply because you both would bottle up your feelings.

The countless misunderstandings you both went through meant nothing at this point when your whole relationship is tearing apart like this.

“What’s the point?” You hear Kevin mumble briefly as he sits up from his lying position and places his head in his hands.

You could feel your heart breaking when you heard his voice for the first time ever since the argument you both had in the living.

You muster up the courage and strength to speak as you let out the words which were oh so irritating for someone in his shoes because of the obliviousness “What do you mean?”

You close your eyes when you hear Kevin let out a scoff, “You know what I mean, this is not working out. Whatever we have going on, none of it is working out. We can pretend that it’s all fine but deep down you know nothing is. Let’s stop wasting each other's time and just..end it.” Kevin says that as he stands up from the bed and grabs his coat to walk out of the room.

“Can we still be friends?” You ask him, halting in his steps Kevin turns around and lets out a small sigh when he sees your expectant eyes which were now filled with tears threatening to fall down and roll down your cheeks.

“We can’t be friends..” he says as he leaves the room and slams the door of your house shut.

You sit there in silence as you look around the room, on this very bed you celebrated your 20th birthday with him.

“We can’t be friends, but I’d just like to pretend…” you mumble to yourself as you bring your legs to your chest and let your tears fall down.

Date: March 30th 2024

Time: 12:47 PM

Walking down the street you hug yourself closer as you look up at the sky, it was empty which made you smile but it had no feelings.

You stop walking when you hear footsteps behind you, turning your head you could feel your face stiffening when you see Kevin running in your direction.

“Are you going back home?” He says once he is in front of you. Giving him a single nod you start walking again, not being able to stare at him for another second.

Walking in silence you stare at the ground while kicking the stones on the sidewalk. Taking in a deep breath you look up at Kevin who was walking beside you.

In his words he just wanted to make sure you reached home safely. Hence, the reason he decided to accompany you.

“Do you regret it?” You ask suddenly. You notice Kevin stopping in his tracks for a moment only to walk again as he tries to act nonchalant.

“Regret what?” He asks softly as he looks down at you, his eyes looking like daydreams. You still remember how you always felt seen and heard at night.

For you night is when you can finally be yourself, you don’t have to hide yourself anymore.

“Us breaking up…”

Letting out a deep breath Kevin looks at you with a small smile as he holds your hand guides you towards the end of the footpath to sit down on the ground.

“We needed to put an end to our story Y/N…I did not want to continue feeding on the monstrous fire which was increasing day by day. It’s difficult, yeah…but that’s the best for us.” He says softly as he holds your hands in hid for comfort.

“It’s hard. Really hard. I don’t know how you’re acting all fine..” you tell him as you pull your hand away from him.

“I am not fine if that’s what you’re wondering. I tell myself countless times to just wait for you to come back but then I was the one who broke up with you. I wish we could still be friends but I cannot get myself to do it. I cannot pretend to be your friend when I know I want more than that.” He says as he lets out a small sob.

“I can wait for you. I can wait for your love, I can do that..” you say as you try to stop yourself from crying over this again.

Shaking his head he lets your hand go as he stands up and helps you stand up.

“Can I just say one thing?” You say softly, your words coming out slurred as the alcohol starts getting to you. Giving you a small nod he helps you walk towards your house, “Know that you made me the happiest person when we were together. I couldn’t ask for more than what we had…it feels like you left me hanging by myself but I know I would have to move on and let this story die.”

You say everything in one go as you cough and hiccup. You notice Kevin opening his mouth to speak again but you stop him by putting your finger up telling him that you want to continue and that you’re not done yet, “For now, it’s only me but…but I’d like to pretend that we’re still friends, okay?” You say as you look at him with your expectant eyes.

“Okay…whatever you say..” he says softly as he looks down at your shining eyes which were staring back up at him. “Maybe that’s all you need to move on from me..” he says, mostly to himself but you catch onto it but he doubts you’d remember all this in the morning tomorrow.

Reaching your door steps he helps you stand straight as he looks through your bag to find your keys.

“You keep on clinging to your papers and pens, yeah?” You say softly in a joking manner as you enter the house and slam the door shut on his face.

Letting out a small chuckle Kevin looks at your door as he takes a step back, stuffing his hands in his pockets he takes a one last look at your door and walks away.

That’s an end to a story then, something which was bittersweet. There are some moments he wishes he could forget all together but most of them are the ones he cherishes the most and that’s what matters to him.

You guys maybe strangers to each other now but the time you both spent as lovers was some of the most valuable ones.

🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸

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Ghoap Cheating Ficlet Pt 4: Parental baggage

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Simon's blood is frozen in his veins. He feels like his senses are playing tricks on him. Because his eyes can not be showing him Johnny stumbling into the loo, giggling into another mans embrace. Both of them emerging minutes later, faces flushed, hair a mess, heading for the side exit.

His ears can not be telling him “Winner gets a blowie, yah?” and “Will make i’ up to ya la’er, can fuck me if ya want.” and “Awright with ya, Sir?”

This had to be a dream. A bloody fucking nightmare.

Every cell in his body revolts when he pries open his lips and gives Johnny the okay. Tells the love of his life to go and suck off another man. And still, like a kicked puppy crawling back to the boot that made it bleed, he makes sure to let Johnny know that he’ll wait. That he will always be there for him to come home to.

Fucking pathetic. This is what his mother must have felt like.

Still frozen in place Simon watches as Johnny disappears into the cold night. His hands twitch with the sensation of something slipping right through his fingers. His heart misses a beat, struggling to keep up with the heavy base of the music.

Simon is in the habit of keeping it to one drink per night. Otherwise memories he has fought hard to forget surface too easily. The smell of stale breath and sweat and drunk men mingling in the room is already threatening to be too much.

Still, right now, Simon can do nothing but turn abruptly and head straight for the bar. He orders a full bottle of whiskey. The bartender hasn’t even turned away before he chugs down as much as he can stomach.

He nearly chokes on the bitter laugh crawling up his throat. Like father, like son, huh? It was only ever a matter of time.

The night grows foggy then. Soap stumbles back into the room at some point, hair a mess, lips pink. Mathewson is still fixing up his fly as he follows behind and suddenly Simon has the urge to smash his fucking face in.

How fucking dare him touch what is his. Because that’s what Johnny is- is supposed to be ever since that weekend up in the tiny flat in Glasgow. After whispered confessions and promises and breathless laughter as the sheets tangled around them.

He is standing then, half on his way over to them to rip that man apart. To make him pay with every single finger that ever touched his property. To tear his tongue out by the root. To take out his knife and castrate that cheating scum right here out in the open.

To make Johnny pay. No not- Not him-

A barrage of images hits him then. His father screaming at his mother for talking to the next door neighbour for too long. His mother cowering behind the kitchen door, porcelain shards littering the floor. Red and blue and yellow patches of skin hidden underneath ratty shirts, residue drops of blood sliding down the bathroom mirror, the tv screen, drying on the bedroom wall.

A home made up of violence.

And for a second, for a singular moment, Johnny is there. Standing in the landing of a place Simon would never be able to return to, not even if it hadn’t burned down to ashes. Johnny is sitting in the chipped tub, filled to the brim with blood. Chocking on the already stained hardwood floor, the hands around his throat covered in tattoos and scars.

Simon gags.

He spins around, away from Johnny. He needs to go, to get far away from him, to keep him safe- His world never stops spinning. Not when he shakes of Gaz’ questioning hand. Or as he shoves his way past muttering bodies. It steadies a little bit as he sinks down the freezing wall next to the pubs revolving door, but it doesn’t stop.

Simon is selfish. He is not a good man. Because he knows the right thing to do would be to end this all. Now. Before someone gets hurt. Before he says something, does something he will not be able to take back. Before everything between them, their relationship, their friendship, the one-four-one, crumbles and disappears into the wind.

What is it they say? If you love something, set it free?

But Simon is selfish and he can not let Johnny go. He loves like a rabbit animal. Wants to cling to Johnny ‘till the very last moment. Will not let go until his dead fingers are pried off of him. Until Johnny is the one to shove him away.

Maybe they were never meant to last. But Simon is going to drag this out for as long as he can.

Because he does not want to know what comes after.

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Gaz sinks back down into the rickety chair as he watches Ghost disappear outside. He turns deliberately slow and raises a brow. “What was that all about?”

The Captain is also looking towards the door, a thoughtful frown on his face. “Not sure.” Gaz watches as he takes a long drink.

“They have been weird lately. The two of them.”

“Gaz.” It is spoken warningly. The Captain still is just that, their Captain. And as far outside of normal regulation as they operate on most days, this is something their team could crumble under. Could ruin their reputation, end their careers, rip them all apart for good.

“John.” Gaz leans in, keeping his voice low. “There were always a lot of ways this could crash and burn, we all knew that. But if it does, I’d like to have at least tried to stop it from happening.”

Price looks at him for a long moment, before his eyes focus on something far across the room. He sighs deeply. “I’ll talk to him.”

Gaz relaxes somewhat, taking another deep drink. “And I’ll talk to Soap.”

“Good man.”

[a-sketchy]

the thing about yosuke’s shittiness around here (up close and personal, the campout) is that the vast majority of it isn’t doing literally anything for his character. i completely think yosuke’s shittiness is important to his character, but it’s by and large reflections of his own insecurities and flaws. he’s insecure about his masculinity and sexuality, he’s lame, he’s selfish, he’s obsessed with the idea of women, his mouth moves faster than his brain, he doesn’t like himself, and he cares way too much about the societal ideal of ‘normal’. but it’s really important that he’s self-aware! he knows when the things he says are shitty, he knows he’s lame, he knows he’s selfish, he knows he’s putting up a front of being carefree and normal. but there’s absolutely no self awareness here, there’s no recognizing he went too far and apologizing the next day, there’s no regret, there’s not even any self-deprecation, and there’s absolutely no compassion or empathy like he has in serious moments. a lot of what he says is just mean for meanness’s sake, in an execution incongruous with previous behaviour. it’s not even funny!

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FINISHED BP FIC - THAT LOVE SONG LOCKER COMBINATION

sum. the rule of thumb in boy's planet high school was to never, ever get involved with korean chipmunk. junhyeon knows that all too well—his friends gunwook and gyuvin have warned him many, many, times, and he's been sticking with the popular boys to avoid them at all costs.

it's when he gets stranded overnight with lee seunghwan that everything starts to change—and along the way, junhyeon realizes that maybe the stereotypes aren't all what they seem to be.

ships. junhwan (lee seunghwan x kum junhyeon) jeongjian (chen jianyu x lee jeonghyeon) centric on dog union (kim gyuvin, park gunwook, kum junhyeon) and ggang team (chen jianyu, lee seunghwan, lee jeonghyeon, kum junhyeon, mun junghyun) friendships

au. 2000's high school rom-com

ch count. 16 chapters

warnings. fights (verbal and physical), misunderstandings, light angst, period-typical homophobia, food, unrealistic high school lives (think hsm, mean girls, lemonade mouth)

word count. 50k words

[wangxianficrecs]

A Moment's Warning by Neery

A Moment's Warning

by Neery

G, 8k, wangxian

Summary: The Wens are safe, the tiger amulet is out of Jin Guangshan's hands, and Wei Wuxian is going to cooperate when Hanguang Jun puts him down like a rabid dog. It's not the end to his story he wanted, but it's one he can accept.

Mojo's comments: In which the Yiling Patriarch gives himself over to the Lan Sect for 'cleansing', even knowing (as they do not) that their method will be a death sentence for him. (Aha, another story for lovers of Decay by antebunny.)

Excerpt: The song got more complex as it went along. There was a secondary melody layered under the first, first reinforcing and then gradually altering it, turning it harsh and dissonant, a whip full of barbed hooks. It would dig into his meridians and rip the source of his power out at the roots. It would leave him flayed open, with the paths of spiritual energy unbalanced enough to induce a qi deviation. Of course a powerful cultivator might be able to use his golden core to rebalance his qi. But even then the ritual was going to be dangerous, and likely to leave him crippled if it didn't kill him. Without a golden core, it was a death sentence. [...] "I accept," Wei Wuxian said. The Wens would be safe, the tiger seal would be out of Jin Guangshan's hands, and Wei Wuxian was going to cooperate while Hanguang Jun put him down like a rabid dog.

canon-divergence, fix-it, everyone lives/nobody dies, misunderstandings, golden core reveal, jin zixuan lives, ambush at qiongqi path, pov wei wuxian, musical cultivation, protective lan wangji, happy ending

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[bambiraptorx]

y'know there's something rather ironic about when people put eyestrain warnings for their art in giant brightly colored text

[abboii08]

okay i know ive posted a lot lately but i just watched a falsettos song rating video with the most L takes ive ever seen and by L takes, i Mean. like really ick. the video itself wasnt awful and they did have some good commentary and opinions but. hmmm

they went on kind of a blurb about father to son and how plain and unimaginably Boring it is and then said they skip it every single time. like dude!!!! father to son isn't my favourite song either but to just completely disregard it is kind of weird If you ask me.

and then they gave what more can i say a 3/10 with no other reasoning other than "i fell asleep" okay 💀

lack of media literacy skills begin to show when they lowered the rating of canceling the bar mitzvah solely because, and i quote, "jason was being annoying" Do you even know why jason was upset. do you know why everyone was so stressed. it's supposed to be a difficult moment for everybody. jason is a child trying to cope with the fact that his loved one is sick and potentially dying in the hospital. he's 12 years old. he doesn't know how to process this, and neither do trina and mendel.

and then 1/10 for marvin hits trina because "marvin is mean" okay. we know what marvin did in that song was really really shitty but its not as simple as him just being a little meanie

BUT on the positive side!!! im really glad the video creator understood trinas character well and when it came to her songs, they gave pretty insightful commentary. more often than not new falsettos fans can tend to push trina off to the side unfortunately so im really glad they took the time to understand and appreciate her as a character bc she's wonderful. also towards the songs at the end they gave some better ratings so that was nice.

[dukeofthomas]

It's kinda funny how people reject the comics bc Batman is abusive and it's mostly ignored/not addressed properly... and then instead go read fic where Batman is abusive but it's ignored/not addressed properly

[dandyshucks]

blinks tiredly. i decide "hm maybe i should try to expand my circle and step outside of it a little, lets go look at the main community tags" and im just greeted with a bunch of edgelords who think saying "fiction doesn't affect reality, don't like don't read" is peak activism and "fighting censorship". head in my hands. this is partially why i do not ever go into the community tags, my nervous system cannot handle blocking fifty weirdos every single day just so i can have a normal experience in the community tags hfdsjkl