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    “His death,” Megumi starts. “How did it happen?”

    God, this is it. Gojo tugs off his blindfold and watches it flutter pathetically to the floor like a dying butterfly. He’d rather swim in a sea of curses than do this, but Megumi deserves to know.

    “Me.”

    Megumi’s breath hitches. A thousand microexpressions that Gojo’s learned to read over the years flicker across his features like the pages of a flipbook. “...what?”

    “It was me. I killed him,” Gojo confirms. “I killed your father, Megumi.”

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    Gojo admits something.

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    found family trope hell YEAHHHH

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    “What?” Jeongin prompts, leaning with his palm against the bar counter. “I said Minho hyung’s name, and your face got all red. Do you guys know each other?” he asks, and then— “I got a sense that was the case earlier in the firehouse. He’s not usually so relaxed around new people.”

    But Jisung’s mind is stuck on one thing. “My face got all red?” he asks, subconsciously bringing a hand up to his cheek to feel the warmth of his own skin. He does feel a little hot under the collar all of a sudden, but in that moment, he chooses to blame it all on alcohol. Even though all he’s had is maybe three sips of beer.

    “It did.” Jeongin grins. “So, what’s the story?”

    (For a firefighter with years of experience under his belt, Jisung should probably know just how easy it is to rekindle old flames. Alas.)

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    “You really wouldn’t mind if I had sex with someone else?”

    Ilya does mind. Hearing it said back to him, almost makes him flinch, a sudden and brittle sound right next to his ear that he fails to recoil from in time. But he swallows back the bitter truth and replies, “Of course not. If that is what you want.”

    He waits, sitting on his living room couch, phone pressed painfully against his ear, his other hand gripping his knees till his knuckles blanched. He could feel his own heart rattling behind his ribs, pulse rockingloudly. His mind was an echo of alarm, demanding of him: Why isn't Shane saying anything?

    It was the loudest silence he’s ever lived through, until Shane finally said, “Okay.”

    OR: inspired by the fight in TLG where Ilya tells Shane he can sleep with other men. But this time, Shane actually takes the offer.

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    lily @shanehollanderstop
    i’ll say it because i am not afraid of losing my job: roger crowell is a piece of shit and should never know peace in his life ever again. my name is hayden pike and i play for the montreal voyageurs.
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    Ilya joins stan twitter

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    It was during this hysterical lament that Ilya realized what was wrong, what was off. The initial softness, the confusion, the vulnerability. It was out of character — Shane was so often in control of himself, of what he said, even when emotions were high . . . with one exception.

    If Ilya fucked him particularly . . . intensely, if he got Shane feeling a lot, he'd get soft afterwards. Quiet, a little ditzy, emotional. The first time it'd happened — or the first time he'd recognized it — was years ago in Las Vegas after winning MVP. He remembered the look on Hollander's face when he left — wide and teary-eyed, lip trembling, tripping over himself.

    Since then, with a little trial and error, Ilya had learned how to manage it. Had grown to love it. If he treated him right, he could buff away all of Shane's sharp edges and be left with the soft, gooey inside. Floating and tethering himself to Ilya.

    Now, Shane was out there, floating, without anyone to tether himself to. Falling. And suddenly Ilya was panicking, too.

    or: shane, trying to get over rozanov, has sex with someone else and and falls into subdrop. scared and confused, he calls ilya.

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