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    “Say something.” Ilya asks “in Russian. For me.”

    Then softly, carefully, he does. “Я всё ещё скучный.“ I’m still boring. He tried to add humour to it. But he doesn’t know if it reached.

    Still, Ilya's breath catches.“Oh.” He says like he’s just been handed something precious. “You’re perfect.”

    Or, Shane had been learning Russian the whole time.

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    18 Jul 2026

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    “You are my favorite, you know this?” as he pushed a strand of hair out of Shane's forehead.

    “What?” Shane said, his mind still hazy at the edges.

    “My favorite. I tell everyone. Jane. My favorite girl. My special girl.”

     

    4:23 AM: @j._monamour posted a new story.
    [img: Rumpled white sheets, in the interior of Ilya Rozanov's home, Boston]
    [tagged: @ilyarozanov81]

     

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    Shane starts a secret instagram account and quickly becomes well known as Rozanov's favorite girl. They're both too stubborn to let anyone else have the other.

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    11 Jul 2026

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    Alright. Okay. He’s doing this. If he thinks about it, there could be worse places to come out than in a room full of people ready to scold him for a perceived use of a slur.
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    Or: Ilya comes out to the Raiders. It takes Cliff Marlow some time, and many questions, but eventually he puts two and two together.

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    11 Jul 2026

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    “Ilya,” he breathes into Shane's open, slightly panting mouth. Shane jostles their position, pointing his thumb at his own chest in an exaggerated manner.

    “Shane,” he replies. Quietly, like it's a request, not a statement. Ilya's eyes gentle, and he kisses Shane's nose.

    “Shane.”

    Or: another "Shane stays post-tuna melt scene" fic.

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    09 Jul 2026

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    "I’m sorry, I am just—” He drops his fork to wave his hand around, the way he does when he's searching for the proper word. He knows enough English words to describe what it is he’s feeling, but they don’t feel like adequate descriptors. My father, the man I loathe, is dying, and there is nothing I can do to save him. Everyone in my life expects so little of me, and I feel as though I may disappear. I feel like, if I did disappear, perhaps the world would be all the better for it. You are the only man in my life who has made me feel happy to take up space. Shane, tell me, what is the English word for this?

    Ilya Rozanov's okay, not good, probably bad day.

    Set during a liminal space of my design between the All-Star game and Ilya's father's death.

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    09 Jul 2026