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    He couldn’t take it anymore.  He broke eye contact with Ilya, and pushed off from the wall, picking his way through the crowd, half panicking. Everything was overwhelming, too much, so he felt like he could crawl out of his skin and it wouldn’t be enough.

    Finally, after pushing past the packed bar, he found a single stall bathroom at the end of a hallway, also filled with people talking and laughing, drinks in their hand, yelling over the music that Shane could feel in his bones.

    Or, Shane and Ilya don't run away from each other at the club, but towards each other instead.

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    08 Jan 2026

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    “Did you see Rozanov get clocked by a fan outside?” JJ looked nothing short of delighted as he spread this news to the locker room after the game.

    Shane’s head snapped up.

    “What?” he couldn’t keep a note of panic out of his voice. Which was stupid, because he and Rozanov hadn’t spoken in months. Since Vegas.

    Not that Shane ever thought about Vegas.

    Or the texts that he hadn’t sent.

    Or anything like that.

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    08 Jan 2026

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    It was during this hysterical lament that Ilya realized what was wrong, what was off. The initial softness, the confusion, the vulnerability. It was out of character — Shane was so often in control of himself, of what he said, even when emotions were high . . . with one exception.

    If Ilya fucked him particularly . . . intensely, if he got Shane feeling a lot, he'd get soft afterwards. Quiet, a little ditzy, emotional. The first time it'd happened — or the first time he'd recognized it — was years ago in Las Vegas after winning MVP. He remembered the look on Hollander's face when he left — wide and teary-eyed, lip trembling, tripping over himself.

    Since then, with a little trial and error, Ilya had learned how to manage it. Had grown to love it. If he treated him right, he could buff away all of Shane's sharp edges and be left with the soft, gooey inside. Floating and tethering himself to Ilya.

    Now, Shane was out there, floating, without anyone to tether himself to. Falling. And suddenly Ilya was panicking, too.

    or: shane, trying to get over rozanov, has sex with someone else and and falls into subdrop. scared and confused, he calls ilya.

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    07 Jan 2026

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    The locks on Ilya’s car clicked, and he waited for Shane to look up at him. “Get in,” he ground out between clenched teeth.

    Shane was hardwired to follow Ilya’s every command. It was coded into his genetics, he thought, because the deep pull in the pit of his stomach to follow the accented order couldn’t be normal. He hated that part of him that was so willing, so ready to submit. Maybe it could be explained away by some sort of psychological terminology he was unfamiliar with, a desire to relinquish control, to relax and let someone else take the wheel for once in his rigid life.

    And maybe it was just Ilya.

    In Episode 4, Shane leaves the nightclub with Rose. In the book, he leaves alone.

    But what if he had left with Ilya instead?

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    06 Jan 2026

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    “I’ve seen you watching me, you know.” Louis breathes as he pauses to bite Harry’s shoulder, earning a small gasp from Harry.

    Harry groans, low and throaty as Louis runs his tongue over the broken skin.

    “I’ve seen you staring at me as I coach your daughter. And then today, I noticed you not being able to take your eyes off me while we played on the field.” Louis teases, his tongue lapping up stray droplets that pool on Harry’s clavicle. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

    “You’re just… so pretty.” Harry says through a hitch in his breath as Louis’ fingers brush over his nipples.

     

    Or, the one in which Louis is the coach of Harry’s daughter’s football team and Harry likes Louis’ bum. One day there’s a parent football game and Louis, just maybe, starts hitting on Harry and, just maybe, Harry gives in.

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    07 Aug 2018