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    Three weeks well-spent.

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    22 Apr 2026

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    Obsessed with how in love they are with each other in this one

  2. Public Bookmark 10

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    Something in him fought at the consideration, a little rough and instinctive, and bit back against even the possibility.
    But…it was nice to be cared about, worried about.

    To hear Jon care.
    And it’d been a shitty night for no good reason, and Jon was trying, and it was enough of an opening to maybe just talk, and not have it mean too much. To sit next to his boyfriend on the couch and talk about all the things they could never quite touch, without any of the pressure.

    They could watch the birds, instead.

    (And maybe he shouldn’t let the thought of care get him into conversations he’d rather not be in, but then…well, he’d probably never talk to Jon properly again, at that rate. And he’d already had more than enough of that. Maybe he just needed to suck it up and meet him halfway, on it.)

    Jon could muse on it, ask his questions, and they could just…keep it small. Casual. Casual talk, about what was probably the worst year of Martin’s life, right after they finished breakfast. Homemade muffins and dishes that Jon did and trash that they needed to take out.

    ...Neat.

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    19 Apr 2026

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    …Somehow, despite the intensity of sensation, it was still gentle. It was warm, and safe, and utterly good. It was…

    It was a lot, for Martin's tired, rusty, Lonely-tinged heart. And it turned into more and more with each moment, with each movement shared, showing no signs of stopping. It was just this side of too much - and no matter how much he wanted it to be, suddenly it wasn't entirely in a good way.

    …With a pang of sadness he thought - he couldn't be sure if he could take it all. Not as he was now. Not so soon after the Lonely.

    "Jon, wait-" he said quietly, his hand travelling to Jon's cheek. "Hold on for a second."

    Jon opened his eyes, bringing his body to a stop.

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    17 Apr 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 43

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    "Maybe we both die. Probably. But maybe not. Maybe, maybe everything works out, and we end up somewhere else."
    "Together?"
    "One way or another. Together."

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    Martin starts a job at a local cafe, eager to turn over a new leaf and escape a past he can hardly remember. Unfortunately, an odd new customer appears during his first shift and turns his whole world upside down.

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    14 Apr 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 19

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    He downed the rest of his glass in one quick motion, trying not to cough on it, and...half-succeeded. Just about.

    Jon just chuckled as he gasped and choked a little on the motion, the laugh soft and slow from a few feet away, and something in him thawed out a little more at the sound, the sight. His throat felt warm. All down through his chest, it spread, with a light burning playing through the caverns of his body as the wine warmed him from the inside out. As the relief dripped in, solid and easy and fucking painful. But sweet, still. Sweet.

    The light from the kitchen was playing off the curve of Jon's nose, catching in the breaks between strands of his hair, and it was worth every half-assed sensory-dulling deal and whatever bottle of putrid alcohol he had to force down to see it. To stay, and see it, and be present enough to feel how important it all was to him, again.
    (If he could just let it be.)
    It was worth it.
    He swallowed, and smiled around the lump in his throat. The aftertaste.
    "Next time, we'll get straight vodka, don't worry."

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    Jon and Martin get a little too drunk and confess their feelings. Talk. It’s as much of a disaster and a blessing as could be expected.

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    13 Apr 2026