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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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    24 May 2026

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    Shane gets hurt three days before playoffs begin. It's nothing to worry about, really.

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    16 May 2026

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    Dialect (ˈdī-ə-ˌlekt). Noun: A variety of a language used by the members of a group.
     
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    Shane's been fucking Ilya Rozanov for a decade and yet somehow the more time they spend together the more he realizes how little he actually knows about Ilya, like, as a person. As a partner. 

    Again, he wishes he spoke Russian. That they had any shared native language besides sex and hockey.

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    06 Feb 2026

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    “What is grailed dot com?” Shane reads out loud from the computer screen.

    “How have you spent almost fifty grand on it in the last year?”

    Ilya doesn’t reply.

    “Is it a-” it’s like Ilya can hear the gears turning in Shane’s head, “Is it a porn website?”

    Ilya laughs lightly, endeared by Shane's choice of words, “As if you would know.”

    “Fuck you, I’ve watched porn.”

    Ilya turns to face him, a look of pleased incredulity painted on his features. He watches as Shane processes what he just said and then shakes his head as if to rid himself of the trance. Shane both hates and loves these moments when Ilya gets him to say ludicrous things in his own defense. As if he even needs to defend himself.

    Shane and Ilya talk about personal finance, porn and they are in love.

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    02 Feb 2026

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    none of these stories are interconnected. they can be read in any order, and you're not missing something if you skip some of them. it's just all my HR fic, gathered in one place.

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    07 May 2026