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  1. Public Bookmark 49

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    Ilya Rozanov has a terrible problem: he's with these beautiful, sexy, fun women, but he can't stop thinking about this slow fucking hockey player with beautiful freckles and a weak backhand.

    Or: An exploration of the psyche of a Russian jock in denial about his feelings, pre and post tuna melts.

    He's going to kill me, he thinks again, watching Shane come apart under his touch. I'm going to die chasing this high.

    Nothing – not sex with Kateryna or Freckles or Svetlana or anyone else, not the cars, not any amount of stability or lack of gray sludge, not the best fucking hockey he's ever played – nothing has made him feel like this.

    "Good boy," Ilya says roughly, and he puts his palm against the base of the dildo and thrusts it all the way into him, hard and fast.

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    11 Jul 2026

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    Shane had been up for hours already. He'd showered and shaved, then came back to bed and tucked himself under the covers, arranged them to look like he'd never left. His eyes were big and dark and too fucking awake for 6AM on a day they had nothing to do and nowhere to be.

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    17 Jun 2026

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    Hollander stepped closer to the windowsill. Between a pair of empty designer vases sat a cheap ceramic lucky cat, white, with one paw raised. Hollander brushed his thumb over a small chip in the glaze. Somehow, looking was never enough for him. Whenever he liked something – the picture in the living room, the leaf, now this cat – he reached out and touched. Ilya remembered how, the night of their first hook-up, Hollander had touched him first too: fingers curling around Ilya’s arm, as though physical contact were the only way to make sure he was real.

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    House fic! Ilya longs for a home house. (Un)fortunately, his hockey nemesis is a hopeless real estate and architecture nerd.

    A reimagining of the drought years (2011-13 - less of a drought in this version...) with heaps of yearning, some angst, Ilya driving fast cars, Shane drawing floor plans, the Hollanders, and cats. They take turns rescuing each other until they find their way home.

    Now complete!

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    13 Jun 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 86

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    As a professional athlete, his body is literally built for endurance. It’s kind of part of his job description, really, something that he specifically trains for, to be good at enduring things most people would balk at. What he personally feels about the specifics of that process is secondary to the goal of being the best hockey player he can possibly be.

    The thing with Rozanov starts off as something different. Tentatively, Shane had allowed himself to hope that this could become a part of his life not to be endured but enjoyed, maybe. The CCM shoot, the 2011 All Stars game, Shane’s apartment in Montreal the first time Shane had… Well, to say Shane enjoys himself in each case would be an understatement. It had shocked him, how good sex could feel when you wanted to be there. He had almost forgotten what it was like to want something, something other than hockey, until somehow, without any conscious decision on his part, his whole body had been consumed with wanting his arch-rival.

    (Or, an autistic Shane Hollander character study that follows the timeline of the show.)

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    08 Jun 2026

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    Except, they probably fucking do have the same cold, because, why wouldn’t they? Every other aspect of Shane’s career, his life, is tied up with Ilya Rozanov’s. The interview today is just more proof that they’ve always come as a pair, and that they always will. First and second; second and first. Rozanov and Hollander; Hollander and Rozanov. They’ll be mentioned in the same breath for the rest of their careers, then they’ll be dumb stories about which of them will retire first, and then they’ll be written about together in the hockey histories that Shane reads. They’re fucking inseparable.

    Only, not like that. Not… coupled. No, it’s Hollander versus Rozanov, now and forever.

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    Montreal Metros (home) vs. Boston Raiders (visitors). Five years since rookie season. One interview. One hockey game. Two sick captains.

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    06 Jun 2026