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  1. Public Bookmark 38

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    At first, it’s just an absent touch. A press. A slow glide over fabric. But it only takes a few seconds before his hips shift into it— before his internal fans spin slightly louder, gently hissing from the heat rising in his core. His screen buzzes faintly. He pauses. The noise, the faint whine of rising current under his surface plating almost embarrasses him; the reminder of his autonomy disgusts him at times like these, when it’s not used to please others. How selfish must this be, to exist for his own good?

    God, he wishes that mail man were here. He really, really wishes he were here.

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    24 Jun 2025

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    Maudlam didn’t quite believe it, not until she saw her husband — ex-husband? — arrive at the tavern with a tall-man at his heel.

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    Chilchuck finally reaches out, leading to a reunion.

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    18 Apr 2024

  3. Public Bookmark 24

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    In which Carmy has a terrible, terrible taste in men.

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    10 Sep 2023

  4. Public Bookmark 53

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    Carmy's no stranger to missing time.

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    10 Sep 2023

  5. Public Bookmark 98

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    He didn’t want to get a fucking therapist, either, is what’s ironic. Like, if it was his choice his therapist would still be a bucket of hot water and the fucking kitchen floor, or a pack of cigarettes, or a new tattoo from a fuckin’ stick-and-poke shop that would listen when he said he didn’t mind if it did hurt just a little, but he’d blown up, again, the way he’s not supposed to, and Sydney this time didn’t leave, this time shoved his ass into the backroom, shut the door behind them, and with her half-confident cadence and wire-strung hands had told him, okay. You need to make some fucking calls, or like, go to like, Psychology Today, okay, dude, because I’m not fucking working for you if you’re not in fucking therapy after this. Chef.

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    13 Feb 2023