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  1. Public Bookmark 48

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    Yuna, the famous momanager needs to realize the pressure she is putting on poor Shane

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  2. Public Bookmark 82

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    Ilya takes care of Shane after he realizes the man is having an off day.

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    A bunch of my Ilya headcanons turned into fics, all you need to know is that this man is absolutely unhinged.

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    22 Jan 2026

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    Wiebe is looking at Rozanov.

    The man is currently sitting on the couch in his office hugging the centaur plushie his daughters gave him when he started coaching here. He’s got a distant expression on his face. Troy says he took something for a cold he was fighting, and then saw him take a painkiller a bit later and now he’s - well - high. And now, for the first time since he started working here, he’s looking up one of his player’s emergency contacts.

    Except Rozanov’s emergency contact comes with a note; text, unless absolute emergency. Discretion please.

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    Ilya pressed closer. “You fold their clothes,” he said roughly. “You skate with me. You carry our children and fight for them and I-” He broke off, swallowing. “There is no word in Russian. Not good enough.”

    Shane turned slowly in his arms. They were close now. Too close. But still not enough.

    He reached up, cupped Ilya’s jaw with one hand. “You don't have to have a word,” he said. “You love me. I know.”

    Ilya’s eyes darkened. “Yes. I am walked.

    Shane grinned, amused and aroused in equal measure. “Oh yeah?”

    “Yes. You… make me fetch oat milk. And remember recycling. And vacuum couch crumbs. I am the captain of National team, but in our home I am…” he shrugged, mock-suffering. “I am whipped. Like cream.”

    Shane snorted this time, eyes bright in adoration to Ilya and his usage of new English slang. Shane reached for the hem of Ilya’s shirt and tugged him forward. His voice was light but knowing. “And yet you still think you’re the lucky one.”

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