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    Shane's breath catches on a sob, and he muffles the sound with his hand. 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. 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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    14 Feb 2026

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    twitter reactions to various events in heated rivalry + the long game

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    11 Feb 2026

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    “Come on, baby, once in a while does not hurt. Rookies say that drunk cigarettes don’t count, have you ever heard that? I think is funny,” Ilya tries, his kisses softer now, trying to work Shane into the soft, pliant mess he loves.

    It doesn’t work. In fact – “What’s that, Ilya?”

    Ilya is biting anywhere he can find, “I don’t have gun license, so I must be happy to see you.”

    But that doesn’t work either. Shane finally moves – only to grab at Ilya’s collar, pulling it so that it digs into the back of his neck, which has Ilya pausing as Shane inspects. “That, Ilya. What’s that.”

    or, Shane finds some (perfectly explainable) lipstick on Ilya's collar, and they both go through emotional saw traps

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    09 Feb 2026

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    "You are doing this on purpose," Ilya accused.

    Shane looked up, perfectly innocent. "Doing what on purpose?"

    "The—" Ilya gestured. "This. The—the organizing."

    "The organizing that I do. Every Thursday. Like I have for the entire time we've been together."

    "You know what you're doing."

    Shane's lips twitched. Just barely. But Ilya saw it. "I'm folding a hoodie."

    BREAKING: Local man gets pavlov'd by the KonMari method, more at 11.

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    09 Feb 2026

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    “Game is over,” he says. “You won. I lost. I was annoying. Normal.”

    “That’s not—” Shane starts, then stops, because he actually doesn't know how to finish that thought without sounding like an idiot. His jaw works, teeth grinding together.

    That's not what I meant. That's not the point. You said I was boring and you were right and I need you to say it again so I know where I stand, so I know what you think of me, so I can stop waiting for the other shoe to drop.

    He settles for: “You were kind of an asshole.”

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