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    “Bella broke up with JJ.”

    Shane stopped dead. He swore the temperature in the kitchen dropped two degrees. “What? Noooooooo.” The neck of his T-shirt was suddenly too tight. He curled a finger in the elastic and pulled. Air. He needed air.

    Hayden’s voice was lowered to a frightened whisper, “We’re Code Red, buddy. Code fucking Red.”

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    18 Jun 2026

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    AW

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    Wyatt was not, like, nosy. For sure, he was interested. He was curious. He engaged with people, obviously, because most people were interesting and engaging and had cool thoughts and said neat stuff if you asked.

    So, no. Wyatt wasn’t nosy, but he wasn’t stupid, either.

    Or: A Bromance Blooms In Ottawa
    Or: The Ballad of Wyatt and Ilya

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    18 Jun 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    WYATT HAYES MY GOAT MY FAVE MY KING FOREVERRRRRR

  3. Public Bookmark 33

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    Hollander: Head’s up. Next hazing is probably going to be karaoke.
    Weston: fuck off hollander
    Tireni: Hell yes I love karaoke!!!!
    Weston: U fucking would. Love having a mic in ur face.

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    A series of vignettes following Shane's relationship with music through the medium of karaoke, set along the timeline of his relationship with Ilya.

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    17 Jun 2026

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    So Shane Hollander is, how do you say in English, a dirty little thief. A clothing thief, to be precise. Ilya can't say he saw that coming, but he also can't pretend he's all that mad about it.

    His shirt looks good on his Shane. On Shane. On Hollander.

    Right. His shirt looks good on Hollander.

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    17 Jun 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    yeagh <3

  5. Public Bookmark 48

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    “Your first,” Ilya repeated slowly, his questioning, intense gaze pinning Shane like a moth to a board. Shane didn’t have to fake the heat in his face, the slight wanting tremble of his hands.

    “You know I’ve never let anyone fuck me.”

    He had tangible proof of the moment it clicked, because Ilya started battling for breath like the air had been punched out of him. Shane had filed away Ilya’s snarling possession and pride for years; his husband loved that he was the first man Shane had ever had sex with. He relished in it.

    He'd trusted Ilya enough to give it up once, and he could give it up again, immortalized on film.

    There were two crucial itemized lists that Shane drafted before the arrival of Ilya’s birthday. One contained everything he’d need to purchase before the party, because he’d forgotten ice last time and it haunted him.

    The other detailed all possible kinks and fantasies that Shane could weaponize to drive Ilya insane.

    Who would Shane Hollander be, if not the pinnacle of efficiency?

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    15 Jun 2026