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    “It’s okay,” Naim said. There was still blood seeping from his mouth.

    “No.” Ryan shook his head. He didn’t know where to touch Naim, didn’t know if he trusted himself to. Carefully he reached for his wrist, the closest thing, and pulled his hand from where it clenched white around the railing. “No, fuck. Come here—”

    Ryan could see the ragged skin of the gash beneath Naim’s chin, the blood still dripping freely onto his collarbones. A deep wine-purple was blooming at his brow. And Ryan had done this, the real Ryan.

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    In a moment of panic, Ryan mistakes Naim for the Entity.

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    08 Jul 2026

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    “Is it weird that I’ve always wanted someone to kiss me like that?” Eddie says, mouth completely skipping that whole ask-brain-for-permission-first thing. 

    “No weirder than me always wanting to kiss someone like that,” Buck replies. 

    Every bit of oxygen is sucked out of the room. The movie is still playing, but Eddie can’t hear it over the ringing in his ears. His eyes snap to Buck, who is rhythmically puffing his cheeks out and picking at the label on his bottle of soda.

    Five time Buck and Eddie kiss platonically, and one time they don't.

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    05 Jul 2026

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    “Uh,” he says, looking up from his screen and feeling his ears go hot, realizing for the first time that this habit of his hasn’t actually come up before until this exact moment.

    “What?” Rozanov asks, sounding more amused than anything else. “You are one of the people who does Instagram for food now?”

    “No,” Shane says, stalling between answering and finishing his Snap so he can send it to Melissa, “one sec.” He finishes typing out 'Tuna melt. Chips. Pickles. It smells really good. Swiss cheese, I think.' before he looks back to Rozanov, putting his phone facedown on the coffee table. “Just sending it to someone on the staff. She likes knowing what I’m eating.”

    He doesn’t know if Melissa likes knowing what he’s eating, per se, but she also seems pleased when he talks about enjoying food for things beyond how many grams of protein it has in it.

    “Ah,” Rozanov says, in a tone Shane can’t quite read. “You always send her your food then, this girl?”

    (shane has a habit of sending his team's dietician his meals for approval) (the problem with this habit? he forgets to tell ilya exactly what it is that melissa does) (how the tuna meltdown is AVERTED through the power of miscommunication)

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    01 Jul 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 32

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    It turns out that never getting to be alone again for the rest of your lives has some pretty foreseeable consequences. Sometimes, you can get sick of someone even if you lo-care about them, a lot. Sometimes, you realise that you never want to not get sick of them, that you want to be so stuck to them that you get sick of them sometimes forever.

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    30 Jun 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 67

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    "Yeah?" Naim echoed, aroused by this. "Would you have punched me?"

    Ryan jerked back slightly, "What the fuck, Naim?"

    "Would you?" Naim asked, gripping Ryan's arm. "Just — hit me. Slap me. If you were mad enough?"

    Ryan licked his lips. Swallowed. "Dunno. Would you want me to?"

    "Kinda," Naim confessed, kissing Ryan. He reached down to grope Ryan's hardening cock. "Is that weird?"

    Sometimes, Naim needed fear. Controlled fear. Controlled discipline. It helped reel him out of the spiral of anxiety he got in. Ryan understood this. It was the most out-there comment he'd ever made, though.

     

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    Roughly five months after their escape. They're still wounded. They still love each other.

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    30 Jun 2026