the_sock_thief



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    He only realizes he’s doing it when it’s too late to stop.

    He’s standing in the drink aisle of the grocery store, checking the expiration dates on the cans of Coke, mentally cross-checking them with Boston’s away game schedule, and the reality hits him like someone shook one of those cans and popped it open. A snap. A fizz. A mess.

    Shane is making space for Ilya.

     

    (or, lessons in budget-friendly shopping, home decor, and resisting the urge to neatly combine all your situationship’s shit into a drawer in your bedroom because you might be falling in love with him: a seven-ish step guide by shane hollander, who is so, so fucked)

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    09 Jan 2026

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    big fat smile on my face from start to finish

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    "Ilya," Shane tries. "I'm fine in here."

    "Then what is the problem?" Ilya asks, trying to keep his voice light, but Shane can hear the strain in it.

    Fuck. The problem is always just... it's always Shane, isn't it? That's always the problem. He's always the fucking problem.

    Shane's season-ending injury leads him to question the future, and who he is without hockey. He doesn't like the answer.

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    03 Jan 2026

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    hahahaha i did not cry what makes you believe that