anoddconstellationofthoughts



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  1. Summary

    begins with "a throat full of teeth" and will be followed by a handful of ficlets filling in the gaps in the time during and after that.

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    death seems to be the common theme here. a theme that steve tends to elude.
    to describe it as a “brush” with death would be in accurate. it’s an escape.
    so steve escapes death. and bucky helps.
    the rest falls into place on its own.

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    “No,” he says, smiling gently, like he doesn't know how irritating he's being. “Is my room first, da? You should speak with front desk.”

    Hollander stares at him.

    And then he starts to laugh.

    You ask the front desk,” he shoots back, in between his odd wheezes. Ilya's heart starts to pound in double time, because this is not—this cannot be Shane Hollander playing bed chicken with him. Their competitiveness is fierce, to be certain, but surely, Hollander would be the bigger person, no? “This is my fucking room, Rozanov. Wild horses couldn't drag me away.”

    OR: Ilya's apartment is under construction. Shane's in town for a game. It'd be a shame if they somehow had the same hotel room.

    [or, or: we need some more goddamn 'there was only one bed' out here.]

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    12 Jan 2026

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    obsessed. this is perfect. PERFECT

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    Hayden cuts himself off at the sound of something he hears so rarely, he’s almost sure he’s imagining it. He scans the room, looking for the source, and sure enough, his eyes land on his target. 

    There, nestled in between two of his teammates on the couch, is Shane Hollander. 

    Laughing. Out loud. Audibly. 

    Like, he’s actually fucking laughing, not the fake laughs he forces out to make other people more comfortable. In fact, he’s laughing so hard, he looks like he might cry, and Hayden would be delighted by the sight of it if he weren’t so fucking concerned. Shane Hollander doesn’t laugh at parties. Shane Hollander barely laughs when he’s actually happy, and he’s never happy at parties. So what gives? 

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    Shane Hollander accidentally gets very high. That's it, that's the fic.

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    11 Jan 2026

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    delightful. so much fun. mwah

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    When Paramedic Shane Hollander and EMT Hayden Pike start working nights, they expect to spend their shifts getting fucked over by Response Paramedic—and notorious asshole—Ilya Rozanov.

    Shane does end up getting fucked, just not in the way he was expecting.

    (shane just wants to do his job and ride the ambulance. ilya thinks shane should be riding him, instead.)

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    10 Jan 2026

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    medical professionals shane hollander i am so deeply passionate and enthusiastic about you. this was so fun

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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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    10 Jan 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    i love when a fic opens my eyes to something new and beautiful

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    Ilya picks up on the third ring, breathing heavily into the phone. Shane hears a door slam shut through the device. “Do not yell at me.” 

    Shane stares at the half-empty bottle of vodka on the coffee table. “You suck.”

    “I suck? I scored hat-trick! In your stupid body! I have not eaten in six hours, Hollander. I have not pissed. I have not laid down. I want to go home.” 

    “Rozanov–” 

    “Your mother has called twenty times. Your manager has called thirty times. Your father text me picture of crossword puzzle and ask for help. Clue is about American President from the 1980s. I cannot help!”

    OR: the hollanov bodyswap fic. 

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    07 Jan 2026

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    i am so obsessed w this concept. beautifully well done. i want more