6 Works by sublightsleeper
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We all need somethin' to believe in (until it's over) by sublightsleeper for Saturn
Fandoms: The Pitt (TV), Animal Kingdom (TV)
18 Apr 2026
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“So you’ve been here before too.” It’s a question, but not really a question. Pope can feel the heat of Robby’s leg through his shorts, the edge of a knee bumping up against his thigh. “I guess I should have known. Other people would have tried to talk me down off the ledge. Tell me I still have something to live for.” But Pope didn’t.
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Father Murray was an ancient old man with a hell of a case of scoliosis who didn’t care how long Tim parked it in a pew after a service. Hell, a year into being stationed here and the old man hand curled a key into Tim’s palm with his rice paper skinned hands and told him lock up when you’re done, son.
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Luckily, John had his bisexual crisis back in med school, so he doesn’t have to spend this trip thinking too hard about how hot the Abbot siblings are. Except for the fact that he is going to have to slot Dr. Abbot’s hotness back into a world where the guy was his boss.
His boss, who is sitting next to a pool with his shirt off. His boss, with his wide freckled shoulders that are currently being caressed by waves of light from the pool bouncing up on him.
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“It’s just sex. Look. It’s like studying for the test. You show me your method, I’ll show you mine. And we both benefit from the learning.” Robby was sold the minute Jack brought it up. But there’s something undeniably logical in what his friend was saying. What harm could possibly come from learning how to make jacking off feel better? (What harm could come from knowing what his beautiful best friend looked like when he came?)
AKA Rabbot as childhood best friends turned highschoolers
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The Shores of Hell by sublightsleeper for Diesel_And_The_Brouhaha
Fandoms: Crossover Fandom
22 Jul 2025
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Jim, with his head dropped to his chest in uncomfortable sleep, arms wrapped around his middle. John wets his lips, testing out those healing vocal chords to see if there’s enough there to make the words come through clearly. “Jim.” It sounds like he’s been gargling with tomato soup, but he gets the word out all the same.
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“So walk me through it, then.”
They’re not at the hospital. They’re on the roof of Robby’s apartment building. There’s no railing here. No safe place to retreat behind. There’s just Robby standing on brick, the battered edges of his Reeboks touching the cool night air and nothing else. Jack has hit that point where fear has gone white hot, reforming itself into anger. Fear shuts you down. Anger kept you moving. (Kept you alive.)