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So, you like New Yorker? by oxfordcommachameleon
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
27 Dec 2025
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“So,” Ilya cleared his throat, the word sounding too loud in the stillness. “Shane tells me you like New Yorker.”
Shane’s dad looked at him from where he was rinsing out a glass in the sink, visibly surprised that Ilya had spoken first.
“Oh. Yes,” he said after a beat. “I like to read in the mornings. I love the crossword. Do you read The New Yorker too?”
“No.”
“Oh.”
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While Shane is outside with his mother, Ilya finds unexpected understanding and warmth in a quiet kitchen conversation with the man who helped raised the boy he loves.
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Anne invites Eddie to a dinner with one of Dan's friends from work. It's not until he's halfway through the meal that he realizes what's in the food.
This work is now available in Chinese
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splintering (soft love, like stone) by skzinger (thelittlestbug)
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
27 Nov 2023
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Jisung’s boyfriend – well, ex-boyfriend now – says the quiet part out loud.
It ruins everything.
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Chan turns to him as if he could hear his name from inside Jisung’s mind. Jisung stares back and sees a sense of responsibility polished into shining brass, blood and sweat and tears and happiness and seven years of his own life. “The members will always care about you.”
“I know.” Jisung really does. And yet it’s digging into his side, gilded and razor-sharp: the selfish, irrational urge to keep Minho as close as he can, to share the same walk home, to follow the same patterns until they’re old and decrepit, until they’re six feet underground, even after that.
(Or, the one where Jisung is not coping well with the realization that he and Minho will eventually go their separate ways.)
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you speak the language of love like you know what it means by spinninginfinity
Fandoms: Nimona (2023)
19 Jul 2023
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In fact, Ambrosius does just fine at love languages.
(Or: Bal and Ambrosius's first meeting through to after the wall comes down, one love language at a time.)
‘Try gripping it more like—here,’ Ambrosius says, and sheathes his own sword, taking a step closer.
Bal’s about to protest that he’s fine, he doesn’t need help. But Ambrosius’s fingers hover above his on the sword’s hilt, and when he asks, ‘May I?’ suddenly the last thing Bal wants is to tell him no.
He feels so acutely aware of the gentle fingers on his as they adjust his grip carefully on the handle. No one’s ever really been gentle or careful with him before, so he doesn’t know if it’s always like this, like there’s shimmery warmth dancing between them, little pinpoints of electricity everywhere Ambrosius’s fingertips touch his skin.