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  1. Public Bookmark 29

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    Shane trades his outgrown jeans for a comfortable pair of joggers that sit comfortably below his waist, wandering over to his floor mirror with a bit of hesitancy. He knows what he looks like. Still, he can't help but lift up his tee and ghost his hand over his middle. His abs are still there— barely. Honestly, there's not that much of a difference in his body. His ass and thighs are a little bigger. That's all. Nothing to write home about.

    He'll just cool it on the late night dining hall trips and beer. Maybe add more cardio into his already exhausting workout routine. That'll fix the problem before he goes home for for the holidays.

    Definitely.

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    15 Aug 2026

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    Ilya's wet hand smacked against the glass, his whole body following suit as he slid down against the wet surface.

    The glass surface beneath him slid open; his remaining unoccupied hand shakily shot out against the floor to steady himself as he refused to collapse on top of his tiny daughter.

    With the last remaining energy he had, he forced out the words

    “Please… help”

    Everything faded into darkness.

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    Ilya and his newborn daughter escape from an omega breeding facility and run straight into the home of famous Canadian hockey player Shane Hollander

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    14 Aug 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 17

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    Rozanov was always a big guy, tall and broad, but he's firmly in the ex-jock category these days, muscles covered by a plush layer of fat. After three months apart, it makes Shane's mouth go a little dry to admire the swell of his chest and the shadow of his navel beneath a snug black shirt. He's not close enough to touch, but it would only take a step, maybe two for Shane to brush up against the swell of his belly.

    "You and your brothers are so rude, Shane Hollander." Ilya pulls an exaggeratedly sad face. "Come to my party, drink my booze, and cannot even bother to say hello?"

    People are looking at them, some more subtly than others. Ilya loves to spar with him in public, see how far he can push. Usually Shane loves it too, however much he denies it. There's a thrill to it, pushing back, knowing that everyone's watching but no one sees, they have no idea what's really going on between them.

    But after a summer of unanswered texts, Shane feels like he's a confused outsider too, and the idea of dropping back into their usual banter sours in his stomach. "Fuck off, Rozanov."

    or: Fat Frat Boys AU

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    14 Aug 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 33

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    14 Aug 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 2

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    Cross posting my WG writing from tumblr so it's all in one place

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    13 Aug 2026