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“You have to twist your hand the other way to tie that stitch correctly,” Robby says, looking over Jack’s shoulder.
“Fuck off,” he mutters under his breath.
“Just trying to help.”
“Go kiss ass over there ponyboy.”
“Ponyboy? We’re bringing it back to freshman year English class?”
Or: the history of Jack Abbot and Michael Robinavitch's relationship from med school and the ache that comes with it never being the right timing.
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- Part 1 of we’re like jupiter and mars
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- English
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Bookmarked by Stellarcollar
19 May 2026
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The best FanFiction ever? What the fuck! I love it so much
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"I know love. I know." He hushes, hands landing on Robby's hips and pulling him so their hips line up. He guides Robby to grind against him, feeling his husband's dick hard and against him with way too much fabric separating them.
But then again, it's something. It's friction, and enough to have him rutting his hips right back against Robby's. Someone would come looking for them eventually, and being caught would mean consequences. Besides, being caught meant neither got to finish. And by the gods, they're both much too pent up not to finish.
Does this count as a valentines special if its only mentioned in the last part? I say it does.
Bookmarked by Stellarcollar
20 Apr 2026
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Jack and Dana had an unspoken rule, one that they hadn’t discussed, it just came about.
Anytime Robby went up to the roof of the building, Jack was to be told. It didn’t matter what time of day, or if he was even working that day. If Robby had needed the escape that badly, Jack would be there.
What happens when Abbot finds Robby on the roof, again, because he realizes he's in love with his best friend? Let's find out
One shot
Bookmarked by Stellarcollar
20 Apr 2026
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" There is a gasp escaping from Hannibal’s lips, trembling and desperate. His nails dig into Will’s arm, clinging, sinking in, leaving behind their marks on him. His marks. Trails of reddened skin and exquisite pain. Blood and ache. That’s what Hannibal is. What Will craves. (...) His tongue lingers over Hannibal’s pulse point, feeling the rushing of blood through the artery just below. He sucks a bruise onto him. Two, three. He knows how to claim as well. "
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16 Apr 2025