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    What do you get when you cross an art teacher who's also a dog dad, a classic lit professor who loves blonde haired boys, and a nosy best friend who likes to play matchmaker?

    You get a soft fic with lots of fluff and romance... like this one. You should read it. Or not. I'm not your mother. But it'd make me very happy :)

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    Shane is still learning that he doesn't have to be perfect in his own relationship. Ilya is still learning the rules of Shane's bad days. So when Shane tries to push him away after a crushing loss, it leads to a tense argument. But ten years of rivalry are no match for Shane’s tears; the second he starts to cry, Ilya folds like a house of cards.

    Or: Shane tries to starve himself as punishment for losing, Ilya tries to feed him, and it turns into a very soft night of pampering because Ilya is legally incapable of staying angry at a crying Shane.

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    04 Feb 2026

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    “Why are you going into grandma Ito’s apartment?” he asked.

    Derek turned to him, key sliding into the lock. “What do you mean?” He tried to turn it, but the key wasn’t budging. Maybe the lock was sticking again, it’d been doing that the past few days.

    Stiles was staring at him like Derek was stupid.

    Derek did not appreciate sass from a ten year old.

    “That’s grandma Ito’s place.”

    “No,” Derek said calmly, pulling the key out and then shoving it back in, wiggling it a little when it continued to refuse to unlock the door. “This is my place.”

    “I think you’re on the wrong floor then, because that apartment belongs to grandma Ito.”

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    09 Apr 2021

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    No romance!!!!

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    “Ilya Rozanov,” Shane repeats slowly, letting himself taste the words. He grins. “Wow. You’re, like, a really good player. How come you’re in Canada for summer camp? Is that weird to ask? Sorry if that’s weird. I just meant-”

    Shane is cut off by a hand on his mouth. He flushes.

    “Too fast,” Ilya says. “My English… not good.”

    “Sorry,” Shane mumbles into Ilya’s hand. Ilya grins and shakes his head, curls dancing, as he pulls his hand away.

    “Is okay. Slow words. Okay?”

    This year marks thirteen year Shane Hollander's third summer at Coach Marakov's elite hockey training camp. In attendance for the first time: Ilya Rozanov, visiting from Russia. Shane isn't the most sociable, and Ilya's English isn't the greatest, yet the unlikely duo soon become the best of friends.

    It's just one summer, but it makes a world of difference.

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    02 Feb 2026

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    it's FLU SEASON BABYYYYYY

    or, ilya comes down with the flu. don't worry, shane does too. eventually

    or, banging pots and pans together, yelling that ilya rozanov hasn't been taken care of in nearly two decades

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    24 Jan 2026

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