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  1. Public Bookmark 63

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    they're thirst-trapping each other. sometimes they don't even mean to.

    these don't follow a rigid timeline and are pretty much standalones, though i will try to list them in chronological order. all of these are in the general theme of shane and ilya being forced to see each other everywhere they go even though they only get to actually see each other a handful of times a year. fake idgafers i literally saw you yearning over each other's ad campaigns.

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    21 May 2026

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    Sometimes Shane doesn't know where his preferences actually begin, how much of him was molded into shape like clay beneath Rozanov's hands.

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    Shandry's Third @shaneybaby

    uhhh so im on r/shanehollander rn and some guy is claiming to have cloned shane’s dad’s phone and uploaded it to the internet?? has anyone else clicked on this link will it give me a virus if i do

    7:03 P.M. | 12 Jan 2018 | 135.1k retweets | 232.1k likes

    Shandry's Third @shaneybaby

    okay I googled his dad and he’s a 52 year old forensic accountant who thinks fashion peaked with ralph lauren polo shirts. am I enough of a hollander simp to risk my laptop just to look through the phone of his dad who acts like sandals and bermuda shorts are a risqué choice. yes.

    7:04 P.M. | 12 Jan 2018 | 137.1k retweets | 235.9k likes

    Shandry's Third @shaneybaby

    oh my god his password for everything is ShaneHollander24. pov you love your son so much that it compromises your bank account

    7:04 P.M. | 12 Jan 2018 | 143.7k retweets | 250.7k likes

    Shandry's Third @shaneybaby

    HOLY FUCK

    7:19 P.M. | 12 Jan 2018 | 337.1k retweets | 413.3k likes

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    30 Mar 2026

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    Brad Hammersmith @HammersmithTime
    CLIFF YOU CANT SAY THAT ABOUT CAPS MAN

    Cliff Marleau @CMarleauRaiders
    I can’t be proud of my boy for bagging a bad bitch?? im sorry I thought this was still america

    Victor St-Simon @thehockeysaint
    great job cliff you’ve fucking killed us

    2:59 P.M. | 14 Jan 2018 | 32.1k retweets | 49.2k likes

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    His body is good for two things: hockey and sex—even then, the latter comes with an asterisk. He’s good at being available for sex, he supposes, and that is a thought he cannot afford to entertain. 

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    07 Apr 2026

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    That’s what it had been, then. A test. And Shane had failed, but Rozanov still thinks he’s worth the trouble. Shane is good at being available. For him.

    Shane doesn’t want or need anything, except to win and to consume Rozanov whole.

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    “Actually, uh—“ Shane scratched the back of his neck and dropped his gaze to the floor by Ilya’s chair. “Would you mind if I sucked you off?”

    “Would I mind?” Ilya asked. “No, I would not mind. You want my cock again that badly, Hollander?”

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    09 Apr 2026

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    The gesture was intimate, careful. Part of Shane wanted him to stop; it was too much, too good. His body often tried to reject tenderness, like it knew that if he got used to it, he would never be able to live without it.

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    “Hollander,” Rozanov says. 

    Shane can’t look at him. Instead, he notices the lamps. There’s so many of them just in his line of sight. Ilya must never have to use the overhead lights in this house. During the day, there’s the sun. And at night, the softness of the low light, just enough to see by. Shane imagines being able to sit here, after dark, a game in the background, the scene lit by nothing but the gentle glow of a few lamps. He imagines falling asleep soothed by hands softly carding through his hair and a heartbeat pulsing under his jawbone. It makes him feel domestic. It makes him feel like he does with a cold can of ginger ale in his hands. 

    He needs to leave.

    “Hollander,” Ilya says. 

     

    (OR: tuna melt fix-it with shane and ilya and lamps)

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    08 Feb 2026

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    They just still don’t talk about them. Shane doesn’t know how to broach the subject without feeling like he’s about to claw his beating heart out of his chest and present it to Ilya, still bloody and pulsing.