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    Cliff looks over at Ilya as Coach Reilly starts to address the team again, and finds that Ilya is looking stubbornly ahead, his jaw clenched. Cliff nudges his stick against Ilya’s calf, trying to show some silent support, but Ilya just keeps his eyes trained forward. His shoulder is still brushing against Cliff’s, though.

    Fuck. Ilya looks like he’s fighting it hard. No two ways about that. Cliff wonders if he should even be in practice right now.

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    Ilya has a bad headspace crash after a team practice, and Cliff swoops in to take care of him.

    [Missing scene from chapter 7 of my fic 'I know how much it matters to you']

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    10 Jul 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 55

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    When Ilya woke again, his body ached from somewhere deep. Exhaustion burrowed into the fiber of his muscles and the marrow of his bones, consuming him entirely. He lay still, staring blankly at the ceiling, willing himself to move just enough to cover up with the blanket.

    Shane would be back from his run soon, he figured. Most of the time, when he was having a hard day, Ilya would plaster a well-timed smile on his face and do his best not to worry his already anxious boyfriend. Today, he did not possess the willpower. He felt hollowed out, feckless, unmoored. This was the version of himself he kept carefully tucked away, hidden behind a fortress of self-assuredness, sarcasm, and charisma. This was the version of Ilya Rosanov no one got to see – not even Shane.

    Any minute now, his carefully constructed facade and perfectly positioned walls would come crashing down. This time, he was too overcome by the sheer intensity of this bout of depression that he couldn't shield Shane from it. He was too exhausted to move, let alone conceal his shortcomings.

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    05 Jul 2026

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    Based on a Reddit prompt by u/backtothefuture2028.

    Ilya, emotionally drained from being away from Shane for weeks and tired after a fight on ice with Dallas Kent and a tough away game loss, accidentally reveals a boyfriend at the ensuing press conference. Unable at first, then unwilling to take it back to avoid speculation, Ilya finally learns just how much support he actually has once his heart is splayed open for the world to see.

    Updated with a second chapter at Bood’s barbecue! Definitely a sillier palate cleanse after the first chapter.

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    02 Jul 2026

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    Something churns across Luca’s expression. It’s schooled away a moment later; Luca stares a little blankly at them for a brief moment before he shifts, getting off Shane’s lap, stepping back. “I need to go,” he says. He fishes visibly for an excuse. He settles on: “I’m not feeling well.”

    Ilya opens his mouth, and then closes it. “You’re not feeling well?”

    “Headache,” Luca says. He steps back again. “I’m sorry.”

    “Luca,” Shane tries.

     

    or: mix tuna melt and ‘will you come with me to the cottage’ in a bowl and make it hollanovaas

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    30 Jun 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 94

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    “I just want to feel your forehead, okay?” Ilya spoke softly, like Shane was a fawn easily spooked.

    He shook his head frantically, then brought his hands up to fist his hair when the motion exacerbated the throbbing. “N-no,” he breathed, “not sick. no point.” His sense of control was really fraying now, and Ilya could sense it.

    “Moya lyubov, you act like skittish cat. Is no big deal then. If you are not sick, then there is nothing to hide, yes?”

    Maybe it was the way he spoke to him so tenderly, or the throbbing in his head and the aching in his bones, but the next time Ilya reached for him, he didn't pull away.

    When the strong, calloused hand found his forehead and Ilya inhaled sharply, Shane held his breath for what he knew came next.

    “Jesus, you are burning!” his boyfriend cried, prompting Shane to once again shrink away.

    “Nuh-uh,” he grumbled. “Don't get sick, remember?”

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