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    Sometimes choices have unintended consequences and some times your dreams go walking.

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    everything and a pack of morleys.

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  1. Public Bookmark 95

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    Delusional, this entire thing. Like some Make-A-Wish dream. I'm going to kill myself tomorrow; here's what I'd like for my last day on this mortal plane. To be fucked by a man who hasn't seen him that way in years. To stand in the shower and have someone wash his hair. To eat one last breakfast. To be held. And Jack, pitying him, still, because Robby's always been the one of the two of them who can't handle shit.

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    30 Jun 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    "You gonna let me take care of you?" he asks, leaning down to chase Robby's gaze with his own, and the idea of any of it makes his skin itch, his chest ache. He deals with things himself. Mess only his own, no one else's. But he's so tired, and Jack is here, and he doesn't have fight left. And this was supposed to be the last night anyway. Anyway. Might as well.
    "Yeah," he says. Like their handoff. Here's the wreck I'll be leaving you with.

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    It’s strictly a business trip. Ilya’s her client, not her friend, and they have meetings with Porsche. She’ll probably see him for a few hours here and there, and she’s content to amuse herself for the rest of the time.

    Ilya seems to regard her trip differently.


    Ilya Rozanov: Have you heard of Berghain?
    Yuna: No, what’s that?
    Ilya Rozanov: Berlin cultural institution
    Ilya Rozanov: Bar and art and music
    Ilya Rozanov: Very iconic
    Ilya Rozanov: I think you will like it
    Ilya Rozanov: I go with my friend a bit later
    Ilya Rozanov: Come to dinner with us, then come for drink?

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    27 Jun 2026

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    If he needed to force the brightness back into his voice, she was going to let him do so without comment. He signalled for another round, exuberantly, and she lit a cigarette and he lit a cigarette, and it was sufficient procedural busywork to bury that conversation; not in the cold ground, not forever, more like it had been shoved into the rear of her overstuffed junk drawer in the kitchen and slammed shut.

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    While there are exceptions to every rule, it is generally considered a fact that putting two alphas in a room together, when one or both are in rut, is asking for someone to be killed in a rut induced act of violence.

    This is common knowledge.

    So, when Boston's Head Dynamics Specialist discovers they've put Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov into the same quarantine room after a mass rut inducing incident, there is a lot to be concerned about.

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    23 Jun 2026

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    Amelie points toward the hallway. "One of ours challenged a vending machine."
    Megan snorts.
    "The vending machine won."

  4. Public Bookmark 26

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    Jack, at the grand age of fifty, is getting back on the dating scene. Which leads to him texting a guy, which leads to him shaving his pussy, which leads to him accidentally texting a photo of said pussy to his Long Time Good Friend Robby... oops?

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    21 Jun 2026

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    "Oh my god." Jack groans, flopping back against the sofa and jamming the palm of his hand into one of his eyes. "Okay, new tactic seeing as though we unfortunately cannot neuralyze each other ,though I god damn wish. Radical idea, for the next five minutes we're completely and genuinely honest with each other, without fear of what we say or ask, okay? Because I don't want to lose you over a picture of my cunt and a thumbs up. I can't have that Robby. That's not acceptable to me."

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    “I’m- I can’t convince myself to commit to a longer stay,” Robby admits, frustrated by it. “It’d be better for actually getting somewhere with antidepressants, I know, but I feel like once I take away the work and the bike and everything else I do… there’s a clock on how long I can be naked like that. When it runs out, if I’m not back on the right side, I’ll get stuck as nothing, forever.” Robby drops his face into his hand. “Why does this sound like The Little Mermaid?” he moans.

    “Is this the kind of place where they throw a black bag over your head and smash your SIM card, or can I still talk to you?” Jack asks.

    ~After a scare on his road trip, Robby does two weeks of inpatient care in Wisconsin... and you'll never guess who he uses his phone time on~

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    19 Jun 2026

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    Truth be told, it’s Robby who can’t stand to be away any longer than he has to be. His mind is made up, and now he just needs to make the rest of himself presentable. He flies through the motions of a shower, a shave, and an extra tooth brushing before he realizes the rather aromatic floral arrangement on the bathroom counter is not a fixture placed by the hotel. It’s soaking in a Yeti rambler. A pair of handsome sunflowers set in eucalyptus sprigs, wrapped in gilded edged paper with a little card to match.