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Tyson sighed as his eyes stayed fixed on his cup of coffee. While his nightmare might not have seemed like something that terrifying or anything that he should lose sleep over. But there he was, running on very few hours. Exhausted beyond belief. “It’s stupid Flint. Seriously. I know it is but like, everything is so vivid. Like I can hear me begging Wes saying, “What about me? What about me and you together? Something that could really last forever.” And he’s just standing there with his baby daddy just laughing in my face. Every time I woke up, I just felt the same heartbreak again. It’s fucking annoying and I feel so stupid.” @captainxflint

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Baker Man: Flint

The kitchen was a mess of mismatching measuring cups and bowls covered in batter. Naked cupcakes of various varieties were sitting on what little space his tiny counter had after he laid out all of his cake decorating tools. “No, no, no,” Flint shook his head at the look of Tyson’s. “Here, watch.” He leaned down and carefully began to create a rose out of icing on the other’s cupcake. “It’s like that.” A little groan left his mouth as Flint was reminded he’d never been good at teaching. “I guess it doesn’t matter, they’re just for a school bake sale.”

Tyson loved when people talked about their passions. He always felt that it was the best way to know who a person was. They were the most real and comfortable they could be when talking about something they enjoyed. Hw tried his best to follow the other but baking was never his strong suit. Instead, he did what he did best. His arms wrapped around the other’s waist a soft smile rested on his lips.I should probably learn all this because at some point Wy’s gunna be in school and I know Wes isn’t going to do this. Someone’s gotta look out for him so the PTA moms don’t get mad. But I got time. Can’t just eat them.”

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“Okay, don’t judge me, but we both know I'm a little extra, so I ordered a fuck ton of food. I needed to make sure it was an adequate tasting,” he stated as he lit the tall candles on the table. “For our starter course, I got us escargot, foie gras, and a nice little charcuterie plate. Then I got us three types of mussels, Mariniere, Provencal, and Moutarde. For actual dinner, I wasn’t sure what you’d like so I got Poulet Campagnard Aux Truffes, Joue De Boeuf Bourguignon, Cote De Porc Rotie, and Carre D’Agneau Au Vin Rogue. Finally for dessert, a bunch of French pastries. So, have a little bit of everything and pretend like we’re in France okay?”