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you sew my sutures up and i adore you
urgent care is such a dying art
so promise me that you will do no harm
poster i got for free
are we really doing this again
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audaciiae asked: Shane has never known how best to approach grief with other people. Other people's emotions are finicky, unpredictable. People are never, ever straightforward. Still, he wants to be there for Ilya in the wake of his father's death, even if Ilya would rather leave it behind. So he slides his hands up his back, presses a kiss to his shoulder. God, he's missed him. "You know it's not your fault, right?" he mutters, trying to sound comforting. "You did everything that you could."
in all honesty, he's tired of talking about it. tonight wasn't supposed to be like this. it was supposed to be a distraction after coming back. jump straight back into hockey and sex and forget that the past week even happened. it wasn't going that way. and all it took was a simple "how are you?" from shane.
shane is behind him on the bed, most of their clothes already tossed aside. ilya is just in boxers now. a tear falls, and then another. he's never felt more vulnerable. not when naked. not after a bad loss. now. his entire body trembles, even as he feels shane's warm hands on his shoulders. ilya dips his head down, a tear dripping from his nose. ❝ i didn't. i wasn't even there. i was in middle of fucking game when he died. i was laughing. ❞ shame lies heavy in his voice.
desperately need canon divergent fic where hannibal just drops murder and adopts abigail with will and the two of them have to navigate their mental issues while trying to raise a daughter. i don't care if this is wildly unrealistic im trying to cope
i cant stop thinking about his cock i think im an addict
