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After crashing his car in a blizzard, Robby wakes up in the care of Dennis Whitaker, the closet thing to a doctor in Amish country.
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Bookmarked by doomlegume
01 Jun 2026
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AAAHH! BEAUTIFUL! love the introspection and religious themes. amazing scenes and characters.
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“Please don’t tell me the first person who ever touched your dick was Dr. Robby.”
“Um.” He coughs.
“Oh my god I’m gonna fucking die.”
Santos tries to solve Whitaker’s sexual hangups. Whitaker tries to save Robby’s soul. Neither initiative goes exactly to plan.
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Robby can almost feel the ghost of Jack’s elbow digging into his rib cage, can practically hear his voice in the back of his mind saying, guess we’re never too old to learn something new about ourselves, eh?
On the hunt for missing medication, Robby makes a discovery about Whitaker that changes everything.
Bookmarked by doomlegume
21 May 2026
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yearning, excellent dialogue and great characterization
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and never get dizzy by Anonymous
Fandoms: Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
30 Apr 2026
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“Uh, hello,” Ilya says when the cat rises up on its legs and stretches, back bending and paws curling down. Its ears flick and it gives him a dour sort of mwor in return. Witches have familiars, Ilya knows that. And this is a perfect spot for a familiar to be, on the stoop of the witch's house. Logic follows that the cat must be the witch's familiar.
So he says, very politely, “Shane is expecting us,” even though he has no idea if that’s true or not.
The cat yawns, tiny sharp teeth flashing at Ilya. Its ears flick again and then it curls up into a ball of fur, right there on the brick wall despite the fact that they’re hurtling towards the end of November and it’s fucking freezing outside.
“Is that good or bad, do you think,” Ilya asks Seryozha in Russian, gesturing at the cat when the familiar doesn’t move again except to curl its tail over the tip of its pink nose.
Seryozha’s phone screen flashes white in the darkness. That is a cat, he types, and Ilya scowls. It’s a fucking magical cat.
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- Part 12 of my heated rivalry anon fics
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Ghost takes care of what belongs to him.
An entry into the Soap Journal Zine project.