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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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    10 May 2026

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    Outsider pov!!! Cute and sad

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    Welcome to my conspiracy theory that there is an alternate timeline to the Great Tuna Meltdown of October 2016. What would have happened if Shane *had* stayed the night? This is a look at the evening and morning that could have been.

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    10 May 2026

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    10 May 2026

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    psych sophomore shane hollander and nhla superstar Ilya rozanov UGHHHH

    married young fuck so fucking good and private but not secret relationship tapos ilya as provider like PROVIDER literal na shane doesn't even think abt any thing putangina

    Now need additional of this for when shane attends a game PLEASE

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    He has to admit, he feels fucking ridiculous.

    The sweater isn’t much different from his own. The texture is the same, the fit is the same, but something about it feels entirely wrong. Blasphemous, somehow, like the hockey gods should strike Shane down for even thinking about putting it on.

    But here he is, pacing around his hotel room, wearing nothing but an Ilya Rozanov Boston Raiders jersey.

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    09 May 2026

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    "Open your legs for me," he commands. Shane scrambles to obey, thighs falling open as Rozanov pushes both fingers deeper.

    -shane encouraged ilya to come on him fucking freaky ass territorial shits i am hard and i dint even have a dick

    Also also shane getting aroused not understanding any thing russian while ilya was literally pouring out his heart his yearning while they have sex

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    “Please,” he says finally, voice breaking as he gives in. “Fuck, please, Rozanov, I’m gonna—”

    Rozanov pulls all the way back, mouth releasing his cock with a noise that makes Shane’s hips rock up into nothing.

    “Rozanov,” he begs again.

    “Hmm?” Rozanov asks, kissing Shane’s shaking thigh gently. “You need something?”

    “You— fuck— you said I could come,” Shane says, trying to keep the accusatory note out of his voice.

    “Mhm. When you say my name, yes?”

    “I did!” Shane says, just a hint of a whine in his tone now. Rozanov smirks at him.

    “Oh, sweetheart,” he says. “My first name.”

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    Ilya does something a little different on tuna melt day.

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    09 May 2026

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    TANGINA SAGAD NA SAGAD ANG DIIN NG BURAT NA YAN TANGINA yearning and confessing while hard fucking oh my god GANDA NG WRITING GANDA NG DIALOGUES GANDA NG CHARACTERIZATION