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"Can I say something ghoulish?" Robby asked, soft in that way he got when he was ashamed of himself.
"Brother, you can say anything you want," Jack shot back, easy.
"You know what I mean."
"Aren't we past this? Like, years past this? And besides, I've seen into the deepest, darkest, blackest pit of human depravity; if you say anything that even rates, I will be impressed."
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23 Nov 2025
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Robby thinks his relationship with Jack is getting to the next steps after he is invited to Jack's apartment for the first time. What he thinks will be a flirty night spent in Jack's bed turns into a bitter rivalry between Robby and Jack's pet cat... Sergeant Princess.
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Robby loves Jack but doesn't get along with Jack's precious baby (a very sassy tortie cat)
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05 Nov 2025
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Jack just laughed and shoved him a little harder into the door, a visceral, physical reminder: he was in control now. He expected Robby to bitch him out, sharp like he got when cornered—
Except instead Robby slumped, his breath out almost relief, like all the fight had drained from him. He didn't say anything, just took a few shaky breaths, body shivering under Jack's—
...oh.
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28 Oct 2025
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"I want to be alone, Jack," Robby said, short and sharp and pissy.
Fucking great. Apparently in the 45 minutes since Jack had last seen him, Robby had gone from devastation to anger. This would be fun.
"It's nice to want things," he drawled, deliberately light. "I wanted to walk out of Iraq on my own two feet, but hey. No plan survives contact with the enemy and all that."
Robby turned then, looking at him over the top of the couch, face drawn, eyes dark in the low lights. "Yeah? You my enemy?"
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27 Oct 2025
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“I just had to give Jamie the day off because Jamie, the fucking lynch pin in our entire fucking strategy, has not slept since before the Arsenal match.”
“Why hasn’t he slept?”
“Because all these twats won’t leave him the fuck alone.”
“That’s a bit harsh, isn’t it?”
“No.” Roy waved his phone around. “He’s bombarded with texts every day. He’s not sending out texts at fucking midnight because he needs ice cream and cuddle time.”
“That’s happening?”
“Constantly.”
(Or, Jamie just really wants to be there for his teammates, and Roy really wants to strangle anybody who doesn't put Jamie's wellbeing first)Bookmarked by solvecoagula
05 Jul 2024