frayedknot

I'll never recover

It feels like the bass is vibrating in his skull as Shane presses his face harder into his pillow. It's not even a song anymore, it's just noise, relentless, grating noise. It's been going on for hours. Voices and laughter, smashing of bottles, doors slamming, shouting.

Rozonov's still in the elevator, one hand braced against the door, watching him. “Knock next time,” he says. “Might be more fun.” The doors slide shut before Shane can respond. #hollanov

Shane doesn’t wait. The doors barely open before he’s stumbling back, away from Rozonov. “Turn it down,” he says, over his shoulder, clipped and final. “Or *I’ll* file a complaint.” “Hollander.” Shane stops, just long enough to turn his head.

@Pov_Rosie Shane: oh noooo don't corner me and pin me to the counter and lift me up like I'm a feather noook

Shane going back against the counter on his own to get pinned and pulling Ilya closer the moment he started kissing him.

@SteddieOnIce off screen conversation they've totally had

Biblically accurate dusteve

@DevTheShipper Thank uuuu

@fookintentacle YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL MIND IM MFFJSJDHSJ

It takes Ilya longer than he would have liked to admit, to notice that Shane Hollander used to have piercings. He spots the ones in his ears first, small, closed-over holes that he only really clocks because he’s already there, licking the shell of his ear. He pauses.

@madelyne_07 *adds to bookmarks*

@fookintentacle This fic kinda: archiveofourown.org/works/79824911…