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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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    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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    08 Jan 2026

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    Thirty-one.
    It took Pomni thirty-one days of realisations to figure out that Jax liked her.

    This is a collection of those realisations.

    Obligatory October prompt challenge!
    Funnybunny edition.

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    18 Dec 2025

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    “I’m up, m’up,” Jayce said when he felt Viktor’s presence hovering over him on the couch, trying his hardest to open his eyes. Or he thought he said that. Judging by the quiet huff of amusement Viktor let out, it had probably come out in a garbled mess.

    “It’s quite alright,” Viktor murmured softly, and then Jayce felt the weight of something, a blanket, being drape over him. Warm and soft. “You can sleep here, if you want.”

    Jayce felt, absurdly, almost embarrassingly emotional. Tears prickled at the corners of his eyes. Gratitude lodged like something fragile in his chest. He managed to open his eyes long enough to choke out. “Thank you.”

    Viktor smiled.

    An study on soft moments.

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    14 Dec 2025

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    Viktor does not like galas. Yet, on the rare occasion Jayce begs him to attend, Viktor finds he can’t say no. So, Viktor has begun to devise strategies to make these events as painless for himself as he can—and by painless, he means leaving as early as humanly possible while still making an appearance.

    Now if only Jayce would stop inviting him altogether.

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    Or, five times Viktor is unsuccessful in discouraging Jayce from inviting him to galas, and one time he isn't.

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    20 Nov 2025