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    It happens in an instant.

    Over Ilya’s shoulder, Shane sees the doctor and Wiebe give each other a look, and in a sudden bout of impatient anxiety, Shane ends up saying the words that come to ruin everything.

    “Don’t touch me.”

    The effect is instantaneous. Ilya’s hands fly to his sides, and Shane gets a front row seat as Ilya’s heart breaks before his very eyes. Eyes dimming and lips trembling in slow, painful technicolor.

    It causes Shane’s heart to break, too, and he vows, immediately, never to see such a look cross his husband’s face again.

    OR Shane embarks on a mission to heal his husband’s heart, one PDA at a time.

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    12 Feb 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 12

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    “He wishes Ilya would chirp him so badly that it physically aches.

    Call him something stupid in that accent.”

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    Shane deals with the repercussions of running out of Ilya’s house when they play each other the next day.

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    09 Feb 2026

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    5 times Ilya Rozanov’s crop top personally attacked Cliff Marlow, and the 1 time it was someone else’s problem

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    09 Feb 2026

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    The doorbell rings just as Shane is finishing brushing his teeth – the first thing they rose to do, because he wants to kiss Ilya good morning – and he and Ilya exchange a confused look in the bathroom mirror. It's barely dawn, and Ilya's curls are adorably tousled from sleep as he scratches his ribs lazily, toothbrush dangling from the corner of his mouth. 

    Shane hesitates, then rinses his toothpaste out and runs a hand through his hair. "Fuck, it's probably anti-doping."

    No one else would be here at this hour – unless it's an emergency.

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    09 Feb 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 23

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    It wasn’t enough. He smoked it down, lit another from the butt of the first. Then another. He chain-smoked three cigarettes in rapid succession, leaning against the railing, watching the smoke get torn to nothing by the wind. The nicotine hit him like a wave - dizzying, calming, sickening.

    He looked at the fourth cigarette trembling between his fingers, its tip glowing in the dark. The phrase came to him unbidden, whispered into the frozen night. “I wish I was strong enough to quit you.”

    He wasn’t sure if he was talking to the cigarette, to the habit, or to Ilya Rozanov. They were all the same now - a toxic, essential relief.

    He smoked the fourth cigarette more slowly, the initial panic subsiding into a numb, smoky haze. The craving was sated, for now. The ache for Ilya was not.

     

    or: Ilya never asked Shane for his hotel number and generally doesn't really mind Shane all that much. While Shane is having existential crisis every time he sees Ilya. PINING Shane and oblivious Ilya.
    (Shane adopting an addiction of smoking, even, if it genuinely makes him gag, just because it reminds him of Ilya)

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    09 Feb 2026