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Alternate Universe: Robby is a tenured English professor and Dennis is his teaching assistant. They travel to a conference together and make the potentially foolish decision to share a hotel room.
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31 Jan 2026
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He was already slipping, already teetering on the edge of one of those moods where his brain turned traitor.
“Can you just sit with me and let me…” He trailed off, the words sticking in his throat. He hated how weak he sounded, even knowing he was safe here. Even knowing Robby had seen him far worse than this.
Robby was his person.
So of course, Robby understood immediately.
Or, Jack is having a bad day, and Robby holds him together.
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26 Jan 2026
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“If I give you this camera, can you take photos throughout the week, I’ll get it back and make a cool video out of it?” She outstretches her hand to Samira, proffering a green and black Fujifilm Quicksnap.
Samira replies with a smile, “I’m not sure our lives are very interesting, but yeah, sure.”
“What are your names?”
“I’m Samira,” she replies, Jack supplies his name with a gentle nod.
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Samira and Jack go viral.
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23 Jan 2026
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"If you really want to know, the hot new thing is an app called findr. It's for bougie professionals who like to pretend they're elevated while slobbering all over each other, so entirely your speed."
At that, Robby lost his war with self-control and did flip her off.
Ellis actually laughed. "The vision," she said again, dark eyes dancing. "findr," she said again, like he might have forgotten. "Go fuck away the raincloud, Robby. For everybody's sake, but mostly mine," she drawled as she sauntered away.
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20 Jan 2026
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He was meeting someone. And he was genuinely excited about it. He had been messaging a woman for weeks anonymously, and he was thrilled to admit they had real chemistry. It didn't erase the pull he felt for the R-3 standing next to him, but he was excited to make a connection.
"Well, I won't keep you. I'm just waiting,” she said.
"No trouble at all, Mohan." He glanced down at his phone and sent off a message.
(20:26) I'm here. By the bar. Blue sweater.
He heard the familiar ping that meant a message had been received from the app. He glanced back at his phone, but there was no message for him. Instead, Samira was looking down at her phone. Then back to him. Then to his sweater and then his face again. Her already large brown eyes doubled in size.
Jack felt realization wash over him. Shit.
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11 Jan 2026