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    Shane and Ilya share a room for one snowed-in week at hockey camp.

    or an au where Ilya wakes up horny next to his rival and has to hump his bed about it

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    07 Jul 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    forced proximity my wife

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    Ilya had seen his roommate have sex twice, which was definitely two more times than he bargained for.

    Or Shane asks Ilya for sex tips.

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    06 Jul 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    when ur so straight u lowks beg ur perceived straight male bff to hump ur ass through the power of ur bottom brown eyes… well yes…

  3. Public Bookmark 56

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    Shane says it before he can stop himself.

    “I’m not lonely, mom. I have a boyfriend!”

    Unfortunately, Shane does not, in fact, have a boyfriend.

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    06 Jul 2026

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    meet cute

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    In 2006, the Hollander family billeted a player to the Ottawa 67s - Ilya Rozanov, a 15 year old Russian Bostonian with a hockey talent to rival Shane's.
    Years later, they’d once again share a team, and a home: Boston College.

    “Why did you choose to come here? It’s not like you couldn’t have gone anywhere else.”
    Shane remembered his surprise at Ilya’s commitment. The calm of Boston College didn’t exactly fit Ilya’s predisposition.
    Ilya looked thoughtful for a second, underneath the tumult on his face. “Other than the obvious? I don’t know. I think I just felt like this place was where I was meant to go.”
    Shane understood that. After all, he’d felt the same way.
    Ilya gently nudged him with his elbow. "Now you. Why are you here, Canadian boy?”
    The corner of Shane’s lip raised, and he shrugged. “I wanted to be more than hockey. At least, for a little while longer.”
    Ilya’s eyes locked on him, and a small smile reset the lines of Ilya’s face. “You couldn’t have done that in Canada?”
    Shane shrugged again. “Sure, but Canada didn’t have you.”
    Ilya looked down at the ground, and didn’t look back up as he spoke.
    “The NHL didn’t have you.”

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    03 Jul 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    ☹️ugh❤️

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    Shane watched the first draft pick stand next to him, for the photograph.
    Number 81 gleamed in gold on the back of his Boston jersey.

    Was that deliberate?

    Had Rozonov chosen it himself?

    Or was it just a coincidence that the number stitched across Rozonov’s back was the same one that had once belonged to Hollander. Two years ago. In Russian red.

    OR

    They met at fifteen in Moscow.

    Neither of them ever really recovered.

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    01 Jul 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    id like to think shane was brave again for the both of them