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    12 Jun 2026

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    Shane finds himself nodding, says “I know” before he can think further about it because Shane has never been good at reading people, and he wonders in that moment if Ilya is afflicted the same by this, the way they fuck.

    Afflicted by the questions that they never let out-

    How the fuck does it feel this fucking good?

    How does it feel this fucking good every time?

    Why is it you who does this to me?

    The worst one of all, Shane thinks, this is why I can’t stop doing it. It’s too fucking good.

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    Somewhere in 2014-16, one of the times they fuck that we didn't see in the montage.

    (Alternatively titled: Athletes having athletic sex, someones got to get a leg cramp at some point)

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    11 Jun 2026

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    Ilya makes love to Shane, it's the dirtiest thing they have ever done.

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    “What? Hmm? I can’t hear you, hiding so far from me” Ilya whispers, kisses the shell of Shane’s ear and Shane’s brow furrows, he fidgets where he’s pinned to the sheets, squirms and thunder rumbles a dark sky wide crash over them again and Shane pulls his face back just a breath.

    “You know” Shane complains, and rolls his hips as much as he can a tiny tilt that shifts him just the smallest bit on Ilya’s cock, a tease of the real fucking thing.

    It's an imitation of the stretch that knocks his mind clean out, the relentless fucks of his hips that shakes Shane from the inside, that is everythingeverythingeverything the middle of the universe where he and Ilya do this, where they make themselves one pretty brilliant thing.

    “I want to hear it” Ilya’s hand slips free of Shane’s hair and finds his hip, pushes down to hold him still and gives a nudge of his cock. Enough to make Shane’s breath stutter.

    “Tell me” another waved thrust that makes a sound punch out of Shane’s throat.

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    11 Jun 2026

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    If Yuna had been a different kind of person: one with a different mother, perhaps, with different scars, then maybe she would have embraced her gift. Cultivated it, shared it.

    Instead she pretended it didn’t exist. Except for the times when she couldn’t avoid it.


    Mich put it down to the grass Yuna had smoked at the Halloween party the following night.

    Grass didn’t do this.

    Déjà vu wasn’t quite right. She’d had that before. No, this was knowing that what she’d seen was going to happen. In the future. Sera vu, or something like that. Preemptive.

    She did not call it Seeing. Not even to herself.

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    08 Jun 2026

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    so, the cottage, then. the first day. a meeting. a dinner and a breakfast.

    title from That's Us/Wild Combination by Arthur Russell

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    05 Jun 2026