RealSoftGirlShit



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    “You lie to yourself, Hollander. Not to me.”

    “What, because you know me so well?”

    “Yes. I do. Don’t I?”

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    15 Jan 2026

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    “When are you going to invite me to stay?”

    Shane coughed. “I don’t know. I’ve been pretty busy with, uh… the charity, and the camp, and all the planning. It hasn’t been very relaxing.” It wasn’t a total lie. He had been working on the charity with Ilya and with his mom, and he was keeping pretty busy. It just wasn’t all work that he was busy with. A lot of it was he and Ilya making up for lost time, putting the shower pressure to good use, losing their clothes in every room and making a game out of finding them when it was time to do laundry. They had a score sheet. Shane was winning.

    Rose seemed to accept that excuse, and she talked for a little bit longer until Shane maneuvered his way off the call. Then, and only then, did he turn to look at Ilya. “Sorry about that,” he said, but Ilya only shrugged.

    “Is fine.” He put down his glass of water. “You should do it.”

    Shane was distracted by the way Ilya reached around his waist to pull food out of the pan and put it, still hot, into his mouth. After a beat too long, he asked, “Do what?”

    “Invite Rose Landry to the cottage,” Ilya said, like it was no big deal.

    (what it says on the tin)

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    10 Jan 2026

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    Shane's breath catches on a sob, and he muffles the sound with his hand. It’s too much. Everything feels like too much. He’s naked, and he can feel entirely too much on his body, inside his body, and he hates how it's starting to feel gross. His head is pounding, and he can't even focus on placating his mind when his lungs are also screaming in his throat for breath.

    Ilya hears, and his hands reach out to hold Shane, tension lying in every part of his body. “Shane—”

    “Don't touch me,” Shane snaps, more desperation than yelling as he rips his arm out of Ilyas's grasp. His tears have nowhere to go now, and they finally spill over, hot and humiliating, down his cheeks.

    Ilya freezes in place, hand hovering mid-air. Shane watches, his vision blurry, as a myriad of emotions flicker across his face: confusion, hurt, fear. Ilya takes an unconscious step back like someone shoved him. His body curls in on itself, trying to make himself appear smaller.

    He looks... terrified. Like, Shane just called him a monster, and he believes it.

    OR: inspired by the fight in the long game when ilya had told shane he could have sex with other men because he did not believe in cheating.

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    09 Jan 2026

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    Ilya decides to make Shane jealous, and Shane won't let him get away with it.

    Or - the whiny, pathetic top Ilya fic where Shane makes Ilya beg for it.

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    08 Jan 2026

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    06 Jan 2026