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“Can you make soup for me?” Tom blurts.
Tom can hear the sound of a spark go off on the other line, a beat of silence following after. Tord starts laughing, Tom pursing his brows together at the sound.
“You want me to make soup for you?”or
Tord cares for Tom when he's sick; WTFuture Tom takes care of Tord in a similar manner.
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“Whatever happens, promise me that we'll find each other, even in death.”
Tom’s stoic expression on his visor shifts, raising his brow and looking at the Norski with a puzzled look.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”Or
Tom gets badly hurt and they’re both going through it
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“Stupid Canadian claw machines,” Ilya murmurs, flipping the claw machine off. “Is like Vegas slot machines; I did not know there was gambling for kids.”
Or: Shane realizes Ilya doesn't know what claw machines are and takes him to them
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- Part 2 of hollanovpilled crackfics
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Ilya: look what i can do
Ilya: ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!
Shane: What the fuck?Or: Five times Ilya uses kaomojis in Shane’s POV, and one time in Ilya’s POV
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- Part 1 of hollanovpilled crackfics
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A series where Ilya finds himself cooking various comfort foods for Shane ; pure cozy fluff <3
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Bang Chan is exhausted, overworked, and at the end of his rope when his studio setup keeps erroring out at the worst possible moments.
Tech support agent Felix is bored and maybe a little too entertained by how hot Chan sounds when he’s pissed off. What starts as a few harmless “fixes” quickly escalates into Chan storming down to the server room at 3 a.m. ready to tear someone apart.Bookmarked by awoomiis
13 Jun 2026
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Life was lonely for the God of Twilight. Rise alone, paint the sky alone, lay down to rest alone. The only thing that could brighten the otherwise bleak life he was leading was Golden Hour's daily dance across the sky. Beauty is hard to ignore and for Chan, even harder to cover up.
But he has no choice. Twilight must follow Golden Hour.
What Chan doesn't know is that Felix has just discovered his own beauty.
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12 Jun 2026
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Chan thinks he's good at hiding the fact he's in love with Felix.
He's not.
For years, Chan loves him in all the quiet ways he can survive: love letters that he will never send, warm baths drawn after difficult nights, fingers brushing together against piano keys, slow dances stolen between royal obligations, and marigolds blooming faithfully beneath palace windows.
But love like this cannot survive silence forever.
Or: Chan spends years loving Felix silently and as Chan stands in a ballroom while another person waits to marry him, he finally realises there is no version of his future that survives losing Felix.
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11 Jun 2026
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Christopher Bang Chan works eighteen hours a day because he is terrified of what happens if he stops. He justifies his absence by handing Felix an unlimited Black Card (aka a metallic shield to buy happiness, security and forgiveness for every missed dinner).
But Felix doesn't want the money. He wants Chan.
When the corporate grind threatens to completely burn Chan out, Felix decides to take advantage of the card. He doesn't buy clothes or cars. Instead, he buys off Chan's assistant, bypasses corporate security and entirely wipes Chan's schedule for a week.
Hijacked, contractually locked out of his own company and forced into a mandatory coastal retreat, Chan has to face a terrifying reality: the universe doesn't collapse when he takes a nap, and the boy holding his hand loves him exactly for who is his (and not the size of his bank account).
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11 Jun 2026
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“You know it’s Sunday, right?”
Lix looked down; her lilac panties, from the set that had the days of the weeks embroidered on it with a simple white thread, said Wednesday.
She narrowed her eyes as she spoke, “I’m about to have my mouth on you and you’re worried about what my underwear says?”
“I mean…” Chan bit down on her lip and mumbled through her words. “I’m just saying, there’s not many excuses to get the days of the week wrong.”
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01 Jun 2026