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    Rick escapes into the woods after learning his wife and best friend have been sleeping together. While hiking he slips into a river and loses everything he has. Stranded and desperate he is found by an unlikely stranger, Daryl, who returns his drenched belongings and offers him salvation he never knew he needed and a friendship that evolves into something more...

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    28 May 2026

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    delightful!

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    “Did the techs ever mess around to blow off steam after missions?”
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    At times Ethan Hunt thought it easier to view himself less as a man and more as a particularly complicated machine.
    Machines don’t look at Benji - warm, brilliant Benji - as he stitches up a gash in his shoulder and want to ask him to never stop touching him, even if it's to pierce a needle through him. Machines don’t feel the heat of his hands as they ghost over his body checking for more injuries and think that the hit he took from a sloppy dodge was worth the bruise that spread across his left ribs in ugly blues and purples, just to have the heat stall and sink into him for a moment longer. Machines don’t pull their gaze away from the bruises and get caught on the way up on Benji’s lips, so close to him from where he’s leaned in to examine him, and want so badly and so suddenly that he has to press down on the bruise Benji hasn’t yet found on his right thigh to keep himself from doing something very, very selfish and dangerous.

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    23 Apr 2026

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    “You will not be so nice when we beat you,” Ilya told Shane Hollander, holding onto his hand, not letting him pull away. Not yet.

    But Hollander’s brow furrowed, not in anger but in confusion. “Ah, um, sorry,” Hollander said. “Merci. My English is bad. Worse… than you. Maybe slower?” And he leaned in, like that would help him understand.

    Ilya’s eyebrows rose, and his smile widened.

    Or, Ilya Rozanov grew up in Russia. Shane Hollander was raised in France. When they first meet, neither of them can speak English very well. Somehow, it’s easier to understand each other when words aren’t getting in the way.

    (Stand-alone remix of “I’m Reading Your Lips (You’re Speaking My Language)” but this time neither of them are native English speakers, and learning a new language is sort of like falling in love, if you think about it.)

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    14 Feb 2026

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    fawk

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    Shane Hollander is in for a good year. He’s vice president of his fraternity, captain of the hockey team, and top of his class. Ilya Rozanov’s unexpected arrival rattles him to his very foundation.
    *Frat Hollanov AU

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    03 Feb 2026

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    God, Shane never wanted to be mad at him. He hadn’t wanted to continue it. He had wanted to play, too, to suspend reality and just let himself believe that this room was his whole world, that he could talk to Rozanov, play with Rozanov, that nothing else mattered. And the champagne in his blood, the looseness it brought to his shoulders, the ease it granted his brain made it so he could merely sniff in the extra moisture in his nose, blink away the wetness in his eyes, and look up at Rozanov like they were normal, like nothing else had been said. “Why would God take a call from you, Rozanov?” he had said, voice small but brave.

    Rozanov had finally grinned, had let Shane see his beautiful teeth. Shane had wanted to be bit, in that moment, all over. “He knows me,” had been his response.

    Shane had sniffed again, had looked down at Rozanov’s shoes, how one of them was gently stepping onto Shane’s foot. An anchor. “God’s not gonna take a call from you.”

    “Hm. Why?”

    His chest had felt warm. “Because you’re evil.”

    or, Shane's drunk, and yearning for Ilya Rozanov is inescapable, and probably bad for him

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    31 Jan 2026

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    author put shane's poor little meowmeow meter on max level and then broke the dial off the machine. 5 stars