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    He only realizes he’s doing it when it’s too late to stop.

    He’s standing in the drink aisle of the grocery store, checking the expiration dates on the cans of Coke, mentally cross-checking them with Boston’s away game schedule, and the reality hits him like someone shook one of those cans and popped it open. A snap. A fizz. A mess.

    Shane is making space for Ilya.

     

    (or, lessons in budget-friendly shopping, home decor, and resisting the urge to neatly combine all your situationship’s shit into a drawer in your bedroom because you might be falling in love with him: a seven-ish step guide by shane hollander, who is so, so fucked)

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    18 Dec 2025

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    Ilya’s hand wraps around his bare wrist and squeezes. Shane barely stops himself from collapsing to his knees.

    The pressure lights up every receptor of his touch-starved nervous system, wrenching a small, pained noise from the back of his throat. Every muted sensation comes flooding back so intensely that it almost hurts. He needs Ilya to hold him down until there’s nothing inside him but quiet. He wants to sink into him and disappear.

    It takes Shane an entire beat to remember where they are. Fighting against the fog in his mind, he manages to drag his gaze up to meet Ilya’s.

    There’s a slow-dawning horror and understanding on Ilya’s face.

    Or: Shane is in subdrop after their encounter in Vegas. Ilya fixes it.

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    15 Dec 2025

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    “My apartment,” he says, keeping his tone deliberately even. Casual. “I mean… it’s close by, right? You could stay there instead of dealing with the hotel nonsense.”

    The words hang in the air between them, fragile and irrevocable. Rozanov goes very still.

    Shane feels a flash of panic—wonders if he’s misjudged, if he’s pushed too hard and too fast. He rushes to fill the silence, almost tripping over the words, trying to frame it the way he rehearsed in his head.

    “It’s more practical, right?” He adds. “Less media. No teammates. You’d have your own space. And it’s only until flights start up again. You can leave first thing when they resume.”

    --- After Rose, after Florida, but having barely reconciled since, Shane and Ilya are stuck in Montreal during a snow storm. Shane offers for Ilya to stay in his apartment, and offers up the rest of his heart with it. Or, an alternate take on what happens after Episode 4.

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    15 Dec 2025

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    Benson walks slowly, like he’s not about to drag Randy into the worst day of his life, like he’s not about to set off a chain of events which will lead to Benson lying still and bloody in a dirty parking lot.

    Randy wants to vomit. It feels so real.

    (Or: the Time Loop fic.)

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    29 Nov 2025

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    Maybe Benson doesn’t know exactly where he’s going or how long it’ll be before this whole thing reaches its inevitable, bloody conclusion, but he knows he’s taking Randy with him. (Canon divergent from Miss Beard's house)

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    22 Nov 2025

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