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    It landed deep in Robby's chest, a warm kind of awareness rising; this was Jack's version of care. He may not approve of the bike, but he was trying to make sure Robby was as safe as possible on it.

    Jack dropped the Garmin back to the table and tapped the pocket knife. "And a Leatherman ARC. It's got like twenty tools on here. Basic stuff, but it'll help you fix some things. And before you argue, you never know what could go wrong on the road. If you're not always prepared, you're never prepared."

    "Are you about to hit me with 'two is one, one is none?'" Robby asked, only slightly mocking.

    Jack jutted his chin forward, stubborn. "If I thought you'd take two, I'd send two."

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    09 Aug 2026

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    "Why would you need to be on PrEP?" Robby asked slowly, suddenly feeling like he was floating outside his body, watching this scene from a distance.

    Jack looked at him obviously. "'Cause I'm planning on getting railed and it's the responsible thing to do," he said, like this should be no surprise at all rather than Jack coming out to him. At Robby's silence, Jack narrowed his eyes. "Got a problem with that?"

    Robby blinked, slamming back into his body, aware of his elevated heart rate, the sweat prickling along his lower back and at the backs of his knees, making his dress slacks clammy. "Nope," he said, because he didn't. He didn't.

    He just...hadn't known, that was all.

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    09 Aug 2026

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    That seems to be the thing that breaks the ice between them; Bucky's never really hung out with Sam before, past being jammed into a too-small car for six hours and then two uncomfortable months in a safehouse trying not to get on each other’s last nerve. Now they’re getting lunch or coffee every few days. Sam falls asleep on Bucky’s couch three more times. Bucky joins him and Steve a couple of times on their morning run.

    He doesn’t notice, is the thing; doesn’t notice how ever since Sam slept on his couch that night he’s been letting Bucky closer bit by bit, that as Bucky’s been wondering about the boundaries and structures of friendship, Sam’s been drawing in.

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    04 Aug 2026

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    It starts in Paris.

     

    “You can’t steal things just because you like them,” Sam tells Bucky, feeling innately that this is a losing battle, and Bucky cocks his head to the side, considers Sam very thoughtfully.

    “Really,” he says. “I’m stealing you, aren’t I?”

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    04 Aug 2026

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    A short fic series about Trans Masc Ghost and Cis Soap. Mostly fluff. Some smut. One very brief bit of planned ambiguous angst.

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    30 Jul 2026