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Published:
2026-02-21
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2026-02-22
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Everywhere, Everything

Summary:

Ilya Rozanov and Shane Hollander have overcome a lot since the start of their relationship. From hiding secret hook-ups to tuna meltdowns to team trades to being publicly outed without their consent...they've had their share of obstacles to overcome. Then they got married and it was happily ever after, right?

Wrong. Now, six years into their marriage, it may not all be domestic bliss. It actually may not be domestic anything anymore.

When a car accidents sends Ilya into a coma, Shane worries it might be too late to solve any of their problems. Will the universe give them a chance to figure it all out or is this the end of their story?

Or "The One Where Ilya is Definitely Not a Ghost" 👻 (seriously though, he’s not)

Notes:

So I had this idea and I could not get it out of my head despite many efforts. I wrote myself into a corner twice, had to work it out both times. I obsessed over it for two weeks, and then I actually finished it. Truly WILD for someone who has a graveyard full of abandoned Google Docs of ideas, stories, and 1/4 written books.

I really, really, REALLY need to thank the HR community on Threads. You all are incredible, kind, beautiful humans and got me over the finish line when I was struggling to tie this up and was ready to toss my computer gently to the floor bc she's so old and fragile that's all it would take to ensure her demise. THANK YOU! 😊
 
I should note that this is a mix of book/show worlds, but is way post The Long Game timeline. Please let me know if you think it needs additional tags.

Title and Chapters are from "Everywhere, Everything" by Noah Kahan.

I had a very specific playlist of songs that I listened to while writing this. I think they give you a good sense of the ~vibes~. (Sorry in advance). And, yes I bookended w/ two versions of the title song for a reason.

PLAYLIST:
“Everywhere, Everything” by Noah Kahan
"Gravity" by Sara Bareilles
“If We Were Vampires” Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit
“Rubber Band Man” Mumford & Sons & Hozier
“evermore” by Taylor Swift & Bon Iver
"Iris: by The Goo Goo Dolls
“Poison & Wine” by The Civil Wars
“Two Ghosts” by Harry Styles
“exile” by Taylor Swift & Bon Iver
“I Will Follow You Into the Dark” by Death Cab for Cutie
“Rivers and Roads” by The Head and the Heart
“Everywhere, Everything” by Noah Kahan & Gracie Abrahms
Apple Music Playlist link:
Songs While Writing Everywhere, Everything
(https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/while-writing-everywhere-everything/pl.u-59JytbJ8xy)

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Chapter 1: "it's been a long year"

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Chapter Text

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The sound of the heart rate monitor is the only thing currently keeping Shane Hollander from completely falling to pieces.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

That sound is his constant and the only thing he can count on because the last 72 hours that he’s spent in this hospital has just been one blow after the next. When he closes his eyes, he sees flashes: a ringing phone, tires squealing into a hospital parking space, severe fluorescent lights, an unnerving hand on his shoulder, plastic clipboards requiring signature after signature. None of it adds up to anything that Shane is capable of processing into anything that makes sense right now.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

He wonders for a moment how they decide on the beeps. Do companies hire musicians to tinker with length and tone, adjusting until they find ones that aren't too distressing? Did someone decide whether this current pitch and length is more pleasing to the ear? Who is this person? Shane would like to meet and thank them because the beeps are really holding him together.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Shane feels like there is something else he should be doing right now, somewhere else he should be. It’s Tuesday. A summer Tuesday. Summer Tuesdays are for getting up early, long runs or short workouts but never both, kisses that are no longer under cover but given freely, animated conversation peppered with harmless chirps over a hastily scraped together dinner. Or at least they used to be, before. Summer Tuesdays are not for beeps.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

At one point, he starts counting the beeps. He gets to 1,842 before a doctor walks into the room and interrupts his counting. He probably tells Shane something that is very important, something he should hold on to. He hopes he’s nodded in all the right places before the doctor rests a hand on his arm in what’s supposed to be a comforting way but makes Shane’s skin crawl. The doctor leaves. Shane starts back at one.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

He is counting the beeps and also counting on the beeps. The beeps do not waver, they do not stop. So far, the beeps have not changed pace or tone. The beeps are steady, dependable. Also, the beeps are the only thing currently reminding him that his husband is still alive.

Notes:

There is no MCD in this work, Loon's Honor! 🫡

Buuuuuuut, if I make you feel like there might be, then I did what I set out to do. (And I am truly sorry about that).