adykecalledCJ

A drawing of a person with a curly mullet/wolf cut hairstyle, blue eyes, and reddish pink caucasion skin. They're wearing a white turtleneck and a green sweatervest and lots of earrings and necklaces.



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    “Wait, shit, is it really dirty?”

    He glances over to Ilya, who is now dutifully collecting cones. “It’s not dirty,” Shane laughs.

    “So what’s the hangup, then?”

    “It’s… kinda hard to translate.” He continues before Bood can call him on that, “it sounds more old-fashioned in English. Or, it’s fine in Russian, more like. It means my beloved. Or darling, kind of. Russian’s hard to translate directly sometimes.”

    “Man. That’s some Bridgerton shit.”

    5 times the Centaurs hear Ilya call Shane a petname, and one time they hear Shane call Ilya one.

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    01 Jul 2026

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    Shane heard himself say the words from a distance, as if he was standing somewhere on the other side of the room.

    “I’ve been sleeping with him since we were nineteen and I think I’m in love with him.”

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    Shane never ran off the night of the tuna melt, but the boys still failed to have an honest conversation about any of it. Instead, they trip and fall into a whole new level of maybe-accidentally-dating situationship hell. Shane needs to confess his feelings and define the relationship.

    He probably shouldn't have done it... there.

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    30 Jun 2026

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    “You are planning to rob me or what?” He hears Rozanov call, and he can’t help but smile slightly even as he rolls his eyes, closing the door to the linen closet and feeling strangely lighter than when he opened it, reassured that he’s just trying to read into a blank page, that today doesn’t mean anything more than Rozanov doesn’t mind him being around, which is strangely flattering.

    “I don’t know,” he calls back. “Don’t Russians like diamonds and fur and stuff? Where should I start looking if I want to know what my options are?”

    He hears Rozanov laugh, and it makes him smile.

    When he joins him in the living room once more, Rozanov tugs him down to lean against him again. Shane goes easier this time, settling into it, knowing it doesn’t mean anything other than the fact that he just happens to be the closest warm body, the person on Rozanov’s roster who filled today’s slot.

    (the tuna meltdown doesn't happen) (this does not mean they get ANY better at communication)

    (or: how shane didn't realize he had a boyfriend for several months)

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    25 Jun 2026

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    Christ. All he wanted to do tonight was curl up with Jackie on the couch but somehow he was instead looking down the barrel of a night at Rozanov’s.

    Though… an evening of just him and Shane did sound really nice. Like how it used to be, back when Lily was just a mysterious girl in Shane’s phone, so far removed from anything real and tangible.

    “You sure he wouldn’t mind?” Hayden asked. Not that he really cared if Rozanov minded, but it was the polite thing to inquire.

    Besides, now Hayden was kind of curious to see the hole in which Rozanov inhabited. Maybe there’d be primitive cave drawings on the walls.

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    or; hayden finds himself at ilya rozanov's for the night with shane, sans ilya. with every physical memento around the house and every trace of shane in the corners, it's abundantly clear that his best friend is disgustingly and all-consumingly loved by his boyfriend. hayden finally understands too just why shane loves him right back.

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    23 Jun 2026

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    So what is the plan now, Mr. Spreadsheet?

    “Honestly I was kind of hoping your consciousness would just click back into your body once I touched you.” Shane scratches the back of his head.

    You treat me like slap bracelet, Ilya complains.

    After a bad hit knocks Ilya’s consciousness out of his body — literally — Shane finds himself sheltering the soul of his decade-long situationship in the back of his head. Turns out it’s a lot harder to keep secrets when you share a body.

    (They definitely still try, though.)

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    21 Jun 2026