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Kent knew he shouldn't have come to Jack and Bittle's wedding.
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17 Sep 2026
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Bitty is making it. He has a condo in Providence and successful baking and fitness social media channels. But while the social media channels have taken off, his social life ... hasn't. At least, not yet. Then he bumps into a few of the Providence Falconers.
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17 Sep 2026
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Derek’s been in Maine for four days and he feels like he’s going to combust any second now.
Maine itself has been nice. Great even. The Poindexters are kind enough to his face. Falmouth is probably the tiniest town Derek’s ever been in and the quiet and sleepiness of it makes him just a little restless, but Dex has been showing him every nook and cranny in town. They haven’t made a day trip to Portland yet, but that’s still the plan for one of the next few days.
So, yeah, Maine’s fine, it’s great. Being with Dex settles something in his chest that he never thought possible this time four years ago. But.
But they haven’t had, like, any time to themselves.
It’s been four days of finally having Dex close to him again, within reach instead of over three hundred miles away. And yet they haven’t been able to do… anything. It’s fine, it’s chill, but Derek’s also kind of ready to pop with sexual frustration. And he’s pretty sure it’s not just him.
Or, the one in which Derek goes to Maine for the week, the universe seems to conspire against them, and Dex's truck comes in clutch.
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- Part 2 of fog up the windows in the parking lot
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16 Sep 2026
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title from diet pepsi by addison rae
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16 Sep 2026
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It was a Friday when the video dropped.
“What is happening?” He asked St Simon, who was holding his phone tight to his chest, his expression odd. “Someone has died?”
Across the room he could see Marlow moving slowly upright from where he had been doing floor stretches, his phone in his hand as well, his face pinched.
“It’s Hollander,” St Simon said.
The bottom of Ilya’s stomach fell out, closely followed by the rest of Ilya’s organs. His chest hurt so acutely that he thought he must be having a heart attack.
“Not dead,” St Simon added quickly, reaching out to grab Ilya’s shoulder when Ilya’s knees actually buckled. “Jesus, sorry. I should have - no it’s just -”
“Someone tell me what the fuck is going on,” Ilya snapped, “and everyone else shut up.”
Marlow reached him now, held his phone out to Ilya, open already to an article with a headline huge enough Ilya could easily make out the HOLLANDER blaring out of it even before his eyes focused and he took the phone from Marlow.
A video is posted online, for Shane it feels like a death sentence. For some parts of him, it is.
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16 Jul 2026