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  1. Public Bookmark 18

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    The photo of Connor post his morning workout, hair curling at the ends from sweat and one arm raised in a way that pulls his shirt up just enough for a glimpse of his abs to show, disappears from Macklin's screen as he contemplates what to write.
    As he thinks, he absentmindedly licks at his lips. His mouth is oddly dry, but Macklin doesn't think too much of it, attributing it to the hard practice they've just had.
    He really needs to rehydrate.
    gross haha, he eventually texts back, send that to your puck bunnies bro

    (Macklin is an idiot until he's not and Team Canada collectively agrees that Connor has the patience of a saint)

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    17 Feb 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 88

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    5 times other people think they’re courting and the one time Will realises they are.

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    09 Feb 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 41

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    “I can’t—” he mutters, eyes flying everywhere except Toff. “I can’t see him.”

    Toff can’t ignore the way Macklin’s chest is rising and falling like he can’t get enough air, like everything's too fast and too hard to handle.

    “I know, but you have to relax, Mack. He’s with medical,” Toff says steadily. “No stretcher. That’s good.”

    Macklin nods shortly, but his eyes don’t show that he feels better. “It doesn’t matter, he’s hurt! You saw him fall out there, I have to know he’s okay, Toff–”

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    18 Jan 2026

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    “Because I can’t fucking do this, Ilya. I’m going to my parents’, I- I need a break, alright? Shit.” Shane’s gaze locked onto his keys and he picked them up, stalking towards the door. He needed a break from the arguing and he needed to go somewhere he could breathe and collect his thoughts, so he could process this correctly and talk about it with Ilya civilly. Everything was still suffocating and overwhelming and Shane needed out, needed to go sit in his car and drive in silence to his parents’ place.
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    Ilya had seen enough breakups to know what one looked like. Shane ignored him, and looked irritated, and said he couldn’t do this (this, like everything between them could be reduced to a single word other than love), and said he needed a break (his confidence in Ilya’s English was comforting up until Ilya realised it meant Shane didn’t feel the need to say the dramatic I’m breaking up with you that characterised the ends of relationships).

    or, hollanov fight and misunderstandings resulting in an injury ensue

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    12 Jan 2026

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    Ilya Rozanov and Shane Hollander have hated each other for three seasons. kind of hate where Ilya hit Shane into the boards so hard his ears rang for a week, and where Shane's smile after blocking Ilya's game-winning shot was the most devastating fuck you either had witnessed.

    So when Ilya shows up at Shane’s apartment at 2am on a Tuesday, barely standing, blood dried at his hairline and his hands shaking so badly he can barely knock, Shane doesn’t understand what to do at first, or why Ilya is here, of all places.

    He opens the door.

    Ilya has a split lip, bruises turning dark across his cheekbone, His eyes are hollow in a way Shane’s never seen them before. He tries so hard to hold himself together, there’s something about seeing him like this. Ilya, who’s never been anything but sharp, mean and untouchable, that makes Shane’s chest feel like it’s ready to cave in.

    “Jesus Christ” Shane breathes. “Ilya-”

    “Didn’t know where else to go.” Ilya’s accent is thicker when he’s barely holding on, all his carefully practiced English slipping. He won’t look at Shane. “I-sorry. This was stupid. I’ll-”

    “Who did this to you.”

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    11 Jan 2026