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  1. Public Bookmark 68

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    J.J.’s eyes settled across the parking lot, where Shane had hung up the phone but was still crouched, his silhouette dark, head down, hands at the back of his neck. Fatigued, trying to make himself smaller, hide how exposed he clearly felt. Because he and Roz were a thing. Not a one way thing but an actual… thing. Shit.
    J.J. hated Florida. The humidity fucked up his skin, and they had those giant snakes that weren’t even supposed to be there but some idiot Florida men had set them free and the swamps there were so fucked that they thrived. J.J. set his jaw, determined, before he responded. “Tell Jackie to get three tickets.” He reached into his bag and confirmed his passport was there. “It will be harder for Coach to punish all of his captains. I’m going with you.”
    He nodded his head definitively.
    Hayden nodded back.

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    After the Centaurs' plane almost crashes, Shane, Hayden, and J.J. go on an increasingly ridiculous road trip across Florida to get to Ilya and his increasingly suspicious but always lovable teammates.

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    14 Jun 2026

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    10 Jun 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 20

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    “Ilya, what’s wrong, dear?”

    Ilya turns his head towards her, his eyes are open but he doesn't seem to focus on her, he moans.

    “Ilya! Talk to me!” Yuna uses a peremptory tone, the result of her concern.

    “мама, my tummy hurts” Ilya whispers before losing consciousness.

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    07 Jun 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 39

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    Still, Ilya can’t help but click back into that stream of the game they’d just played against Ottawa. The streamer’s mic is just as shitty as the footage, but his voice has a soothing quality, and Ilya almost lets that lull him into a strange sort of calm as he pulls his fries from the oven.

    Almost.

    Because then the broadcast shows this nifty little steal Ilya made earlier, and sh24_hockey stops on that frame. “Sloppy play from Rozanov here,” he announces through the staticky background noise, which – what?


    Being at the top of the league is a lonely endeavour – until Ilya finds an annoying streamer with astonishing insights, who is strangely familiar…

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    07 Jun 2026

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    “I’m sorry,” Shane whispers against Ilya’s hair. “I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t—”

    Shane cuts himself off with a faint stutter in his breath that Ilya feels in his own chest.

    “Please,” Ilya begs, but he isn’t sure what he is even asking for.

    He wants Shane to leave. He wants Shane to stay. He wants Shane to hold him and never let go.

    Ilya feels Shane’s fingers fist in his curls, holding tight as if Ilya could ever bring himself to pull away.

    Shane doesn’t know that Ilya could never, that he cannot fathom turning his back to take even one step away from him.

    All he can do is push Shane away, make him walk first, and pick up the pieces left behind.

     

    Or an alternative to that fight from the long game, but instead of Shane leaving as Ilya asks, they actually talk it out

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