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    "This ruined puzzle is beige / With the pieces all face down /So the placing goes slowly / The picture's of anything other than it's meant to be

    But the hours, they creep / Patterns repeat / Don't be concerned / You know I'll be fine on my own / I never said, "Don't go."

    I've written a note / It's pressed between pages / That you've marked to find your way back / It says, "Does he ever get the girl?"

    But what if the pages stay pressed / The chapters unfinished / The story too dull to unfold? / Does he ever get the girl?

    This basement's a coffin / I'm buried alive / I'll die in here just to be safe / I'll die in here just to be safe

    'Cause you're gone / I get nothing / And you're off with / Barely a sigh / I never said, "Goodbye."

    So I've written a note / It's pressed between pages / That you've marked to find your way back / It says, "Does he ever get the girl?"

    But the hours, they creep / Patterns repeat / Don't be concerned / You know I'll be fine on my own / I never said, "Don't go."

    Don't go"

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    "Then came the blank years." One paragraph, we get one single paragraph in the book about the nine years Oliver and Elio didn't speak. Two years of scattered letters/calls and then nine years until Oliver visits B. and Elio's parents call him in America to tell him. I'm filling those nine years with ficlets to get over the fact that so much time passes, that so many things must happen that we just don't know.

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    “Game is over,” he says. “You won. I lost. I was annoying. Normal.”

    “That’s not—” Shane starts, then stops, because he actually doesn't know how to finish that thought without sounding like an idiot. His jaw works, teeth grinding together.

    That's not what I meant. That's not the point. You said I was boring and you were right and I need you to say it again so I know where I stand, so I know what you think of me, so I can stop waiting for the other shoe to drop.

    He settles for: “You were kind of an asshole.”

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    26 Jan 2026

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    AHHHHHHHHHH I PRACTICALLY HIGHLIGHTED EVERY LINE I NEED 100k !!

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    “So,” Ilya says, dragging the word out. He’s swiping at non-existent crumbs on the counter, avoiding his eyes. “You have dinner at parents on Christmas, yes?” 

    “Yeah.” 

    Ilya nods. “I can house-sit while you are away. Make place pretty, if you have decorations. Make it less boring.” 

    Shane’s eyebrows fly up. “What? You don’t want to come with?” 

    Finally, Ilya looks up at him. Hesitantly, he asks, “You want me to come with?” 

    Frowning, Shane says, “I– yeah. Yeah, of course. You think I invited you here just so you could spend Christmas alone?” 

    Looking away, Ilya shrugs. “I am intruder here, Hollander. You have family. I do not. Makes situation… difficult, maybe. You forget the world thinks we are rivals.” 

    “Not difficult,” Shane says immediately. “You want to come, you’re coming.” 

    Or: Ilya's in Montreal alone during the week leading up to the Winter Classic. Shane doesn't let him spend Christmas alone.

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    24 Jan 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    🥺🥺❤️‍🩹 very soft

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    Did you figure anything out? Shane writes, and flips the page around for Ilya to read it.

    Wont like the answer, Ilya’s written, in his quick hand.

    So he doesn’t have to take the pen back, Shane just shrugs. What?

    Ilya sits down at the desk for a steady surface to explain.

    3 things
    1 its curse. if true we can break it
    2 its spell. if true we can break it
    3 we are soulmates. if true we are fucked

    “No,” Shane mutters, before he can stop himself. Immediately, he slams a hand over his mouth.

    or: Ilya and Shane are soulmates, and their bond prevents them from both talking and being apart. Unfortunately, the only thing that’ll make the pain stop is confessing the one thing they can say: that they’re in love.

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    24 Jan 2026

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    sobbed through several chapters. Incredible angst, really solid hurt comfort, and VERY cool and unique soulmate bond. It’s almost like Hanahaki and a soulmate au in one - fucking obsessed

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    Ilya and Shane soulbond with a handshake in a freezing parking lot in Saskatchewan. It actually doesn’t change very much, until Shane’s concussion drives everything haywire, forcing them into close proximity and an earlier confrontation with all the feelings they’ve been trying to ignore.

    Or: as it turns out, it’s easier than you’d think to be in someone’s head and still not know how they feel.

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    22 Jan 2026

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    REALLLLY good interesting soul bond fic 🥺🥺

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    Shane doesn't fall apart loudly. He spirals, shuts down, missteps. Ilya pays attention. He stays. He helps Shane learn what it feels like to be noticed without being corrected.

    or, 5 times Shane needs help regulating his autism, and Ilya is there for him + 1 time Shane is there for Ilya.

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    21 Jan 2026

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    When it’s too much, when the noise stacks too high, when the day stretches past his ability to hold it together, he doesn’t break outward.

    He collapses inward.

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    Goddddddd this person is in my brain