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What he will remember is the way the lights from the bar make the pavement burn blue, and how it reminds him of fire, even as the rain leaks into his shoes and drenches his socks in a slow crawl, heel first, reaching for the toe.
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28 Dec 2025
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Call you on the phone, need you on the other side.
But he hadn't been. Not for months. And when he'd finally finished his promotions and called, Jungkook hadn't picked up. Nor the time after. A half-formed thought in his head telling him: he was busy too, he didn't have time either.
But the difference was that Jimin never seemed to feel the resentment that he had, at being made an option. When they saw each other at the studio, he still fussed over Jungkook, telling him to eat well, to not drink so much, to rest when he could. Not that he couldn't possibly be so busy that he didn't have the time for a phone call. For a drink. To show up at his door and demand his place.
And Jungkook, who hated being pushed, hated being burdened with unmet expectations, found he hated this more.
(Or: Jungkook, Jimin, AYS, the military, the comeback, and the house down the road from real love.)
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25 Oct 2025
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The problem with Cheyenne fucking on his couch — one of many problems with Cheyenne fucking on his couch — is that now Jack cannot sit on, look at, walk near, or fluff the pillows of said couch without thinking of Cheyenne fucking on his couch.
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17 Oct 2025
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Freddy didn’t believe in love at first sight until he lived it.
Before he’d told that fucking commode story, all he could think about was how if he fucked up for even a second, he would die between one blink and the next. Joe Cabot already didn’t suffer fools gladly but he was a shoot first, ask questions never type if he thought a guy wasn’t on the level. Freddy had one chance and he’d known it.
But in the end it wasn’t hard at all. He’d kept his head and used his training, made sure to keep moving eye contact between all the guys, not giving in to the temptation to riff on a theme, but deep down he’d delivered the whole thing to the guy sitting to Joe’s left, who was wearing a shirt with a pattern he couldn’t see properly in the low light and who laughed at everything Freddy said like it was actually funny. He’d been the best audience Freddy had ever had.
“He’ll be working with you,” Joe had said to the guy, and the guy had looked Freddy up and down and smiled.
Freddy and Larry rob banks, share clothes, watch movies, and fuck around and find out.
Featuring: Mr Pink, Alabama, butches, the mob, the LAPD, the FBI, and Mr Pink’s mom.
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07 Oct 2025
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It’d been touch and go, Andy told him when Robert finally picked up the phone, but he’d made it. There hadn't been much else to say given the resentment still clinging to them at the time, but Robert had taken annual leave and headed back to Emmerdale, sat around the kitchen table as Vic cried on his shoulder and Diane fussed and Annie called from a bad connection in Spain, and braved himself to see his dad for the first time in three years.
In typical Jack Sugden fashion, he’d barely reacted to Robert’s presence, taking it as a given, and Robert had bitten his tongue and tried not to scream.
[Or: Robert's home for the weekend, which would be fine if they were a normal, healthy family.]
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19 Sep 2025