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    Shane heard a strangled shout tear free from his mouth, and then his body was moving without his brain’s input. He flew across the ice, ripping his gloves off and reaching for Ilya’s throat. He wrapped his fingers around the warm skin, feeling the flow of blood pulse harder with each beat of Ilya’s heart. His eyes raced across Ilya’s face, desperately looking for a sign that his boyfriend was still with him. Ilya’s eyes were wide and glazed, staring past Shane instead of at him. His face was losing color rapidly, turning a sickly shade of white that mirrored the ice beneath him. His mouth was open, loose and slack, mouthguard still jammed into his upper jaw. Shane watched in terror as Ilya grew limper in his arms.
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    During a Boston-Montreal game, Ilya's neck is cut by a skate, and Shane is forced to witness the love of his life bleeding out on the ice in front of him. All of the plans they have made seem to be slipping away before his eyes, right when they were so close to finalizing Ilya's transfer to Ottawa. As they race against the clock to save Ilya's life, Shane reckons with the secrets they have been forced to keep and fears that they might never get to live their truth out in the open.

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    18 Jul 2026

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    holy why didnt i bookmark this earlier

  2. Public Bookmark 26

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    “That can’t be comfortable,” he said as Mike finally dropped onto his towel beside him. At his questioning glance, Will nodded vaguely to his chest— which, at that point, was nearly visible through the wet, transparent fabric. He did not think about it.

    Mike followed his gesture, looking down at his shirt. “It’s… hell, actually.”

    “Why don’t you just take it off?” Will asked. That was, evidently, the wrong thing to say. Mike’s lips pursed— an expression that he only pulled when someone ticked him off particularly badly. He always tended to tone it down whenever Will was at fault for it, like he didn’t want him to notice. Will always noticed.

    Mike refuses to take off his shirt at the lake. Will would like to know why.

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    17 Jul 2026

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    inject it

  3. Public Bookmark 9

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    Frat or become a huge disappointment. Those were the only two options he had upon arrival.

    So far, Mike thinks he's been doing a great job at playing pretend. It came to him naturally by now—the art of smiling through things he'd rather not examine too closely.

    Boys weren't supposed to be pretty. Especially not ones that were part of a frat house.

    In which Mike joins a fraternity believing he has to become someone else to avoid disappointing everyone around him. As he struggles to fit the expectations of masculinity, he begins a journey of confronting the parts of himself he's long buried and discovering who he truly is.

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    17 Jul 2026

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    <33

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    Now, someone walked into the room. A boy, awkwardly standing at the side of his bed, looking over him worriedly. His hair was brown and scruffy, and he had big baby doe eyes and a yellow-and-blue horizontally-striped shirt like a cartoon character. The window was lighting him up like he was important to Mike’s narrative. The curtains are blue, thought Mike, this boy is light. I love metaphors. Maybe he was high on the pain meds. Upon seeing him, Mike felt a great affection, a great peace. Plus, he had long eyelashes. Mike almost giggled to himself. He was definitely a little high.

    “Hi.” breathed Mike.

    “Hi.” he said, hesitating.

    “We’re friends?” Mike asked hopefully.

    Or: During the Party's final battle with Vecna, Mike is gravely injured and loses his memories. He wakes up in a hospital only remembering a handful of inconsequential little things, like how much he loves a boy who seems like light.

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    16 Jul 2026

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    holyshit this was so good
    finally found an amnesia fic that doesnt make me wanna die

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    Richie was another business entirely; loud, brash and crude, but painfully funny, looking at Will’s neutral expression and taking it as a challenge, trying to make him laugh until he puked. Messing up his hair and begging him to just let Richie go to town on it with some kitchen scissors. Poking his sides, or pinching his cheeks with an inflammatory remark right on the tip of his tongue, every time. Calling their campaigns ‘nerd shit-’ but sitting in on their session, attentive to every single action taken, with colorful running commentary during it all. Being with Richie feels like fireworks are bursting right under his skin.

    The melancholy and brevity of a summer romance does not make the time it happened any less bright.

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    15 Jul 2026

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    RYERSSSSSSSSS INJECT IT