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    "Is this like - a prank?" Shane finally asked, looking down at the underwear again. For such a small piece of fabric they felt like they were drawing their own gravitational pull in the room, had their own centre of gravity. There was a little heart charm on them, sitting in the middle front hem as a decoration.

    "No," Ilya answered steadily, and when Shane looked back up his eyes were still locked on him.

    "Then what is it?" Shane asked, touching the fabric again and dragging them a little to the side, like maybe they were hiding something that would make him understand.

    "A present. For you," Ilya explained, in that bored tone like he'd said it all before. Which technically he had, but it didn't make Shane understand it any better.

    Shane must have looked even more confused, because Ilya tutted and spoke up again.

    "To wear, Shane, you have heard of underwear, yes?"

    or the one where ilya buys his fwb, totally casual situationship shane a pair of panties to try

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    13 Jan 2026

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    Shane spirals after a disastrous interview.

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    13 Jan 2026

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    Shane and Ilya have a hard time keeping it professional, and Bood is done with their shit.

    Enter the PDA Jar.

    Every time the team catches Shane and Ilya in a public display of affection, they have to pay a fine.

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    13 Jan 2026

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    Ilya glances at Shane, at the way the dying light is catching in his hair, refracting. At that spiderlily mouth, slightly open and curling coyly, two teeth peeked through the dark gap like an American Girl doll. At that shoulder, bare and pale and close enough to touch if Ilya just leaned forward, if he just reached out and took another liberty.

    To touch another person is to say: I know you will die, and I am doing this anyway.

    His mother used to say something like this. About painting.

    Every portrait is an act of faith, Ilyushenka. Faith and futility both.

    contrary to personal preference, ilya gets a roommate.

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    12 Jan 2026

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    “Worried?” said Shane. “Oh, no, I wouldn’t say I was worried. Just curious, I guess.”

    It was his worried voice. His thinking-too-hard voice. But Ilya was a nice boyfriend, so he wouldn’t point it out. “Curious about what, then?”

    “Well, like I said earlier,” Shane said. “You cried. When I…when I said I love you.”

    Shane wants a debrief on the whole love confession thing. Ilya thinks Shane is nosy (recently he has learned to say this), but he is not in the habit of saying no to his boyfriend, so...feelings it is.

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