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  1. Public Bookmark 94

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    Shane can still feel all the places where Ilya touched him. Sometimes he can swear they are scorching hot, while the rest of his body is cold as ice that he knows so damn well.
    It’s not normal. He knows it’s not normal.

    Shane Hollander is terrified, ashamed and angry. Ilya Rozanov is... not what he seems.

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    06 Jun 2026

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    HR

  2. Public Bookmark 38

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    Thing tapped and tapped again against Wednesday’s shoulder. Whatever he said made Wednesday look lectured as she schooled her facial expression and straightened back up.

    Tyler pouted just slightly before following her lead. He rubbed his thumb in circles against her hand already missing the feel of her lips on his.

    “We’re wasting time. We’ll have to save the flirting for later,” Wednesday declared, starting to drag them out by their locked together hands.

    “Did you just admit we were flirting?,” Tyler had a shit-eating grin on his face. “And did you just imply we’ll do it more later?”

    “Shut up and focus on escaping unless you want me to leave you to rot in here,” Wednesday snapped at him but her light blush showed her embarrassment at being called out.

    Tyler fought not to laugh at her. God Wednesday was so cute. He mimed with his one free hand a zipper closing his mouth and watched as Wednesday looked as if she was questioning her attraction to him.

    Or alternatively: The prison break fic to end all prison break fics.

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    06 Jun 2026

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    Wednesday

  3. Public Bookmark *

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    Ilya tucked his smile against Shane’s neck and brought his hand down Shane’s front. “He used to be so boring,” he said to Hunter. “Would not let me fuck him because you were next door.”

    Shane groaned. “You’re such an asshole—that was a long time ago,” he said. “I was trying to be discreet.”

    “Yes, and now look at you,” Ilya said. “Go suck Hunter’s dick.”

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    what happens at all star weekend, stays at all star weekend.

    aka im procrastinating and just wanted to write a 3sm

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    06 Jun 2026

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  5. Public Bookmark 68

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    “This was wrong. This was Hayden’s best friend; he shouldn't be seeing this. Not that Hayden hadn’t seen Shane naked a million times, but that was different; that was the locker room surrounded by their teammates. This was intimate, just Shane in a stunning, vulnerable position, and oh god, Jackie. Hayden had a wife; he should not be staring at anyone other than his wife. He would beg Jackie for her forgiveness later, but for now, Hayden would not, could not move, could not look away.”

    Or. In a post-tuna meltdown heated rivalry, Montreal loses the following game badly, and Shane doesn’t take it well, as Shane does. Determined to never hook up with Rozanov again, he tries to take matters into his own hands literally. Thanks to a faulty hotel bathroom lock, Hayden Pike sees Shane like never before, and brings up some complicated feelings for Hayden... and Shane, and Jackie, and Ilya.

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    06 Jun 2026

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    HR.