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  1. Summary

    hng…. bkdk hands…

     

    the titles in order make a poem :)

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  2. Summary

    collection point for my ficlets/threadfics! :) fun-sized in that they’re either short or low quality/silly or both ^__^

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  3. Summary

    I tend to write bkdk kissing a lot. when I was born a witch came to my house and handed my parents a demon the bkdk kissing demon and every other while or so it possesses me. this is my curse

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  1. Public Bookmark 70

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    Shane hasn’t lost teeth to a puck since juniors.

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    07 Aug 2026

  2. Rec *

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    Ilya goes through maybe the worst twenty-four hours of his life.

    Then he does it again.

    Or: instead of Shane's canon injury, there's a time loop.

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    05 Aug 2026

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    “You don’t mind, do you?” Shane asked, before he could stop himself.
    Ilya looked at him like he’d said something stupid. Shane cringed. “No, it is good for me,” Ilya said, his lip curling up. “Healthy competition.”

    After Sochi, Shane starts sleeping with another man. After Vegas, he picks back up with Ilya, too.

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    01 Aug 2026

  4. Rec *

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    Ilya widens his eyes, moves his hands in an impatient “get on with it” motion. He has the urge to say it for him, end both their misery. Shane blinks rapidly a few times, takes another deep breath. “I want to stop,” he says simply.

    Ilya lets out one humorless laugh, “Stop what?”

    Shane ignores him. “At the All Star Game, I told you I liked you. And you said about Russia and your family. And I looked some things up. I get it. I get it better now. I know we can’t but I can’t stop wanting to be…more. Unless we stop.”

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    Shane just wants to be friends and Ilya is, like, fine with that or whatever

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    31 Jul 2026

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    Shane was looking down. His eyes were squeezed shut, his brow furrowed in intense, painful concentration. His lips were moving, silently shaping the words. Good. Night. Forming them slowly, carefully, in the secret space of his own mouth.

    Ilya’s breath hitched. He’d never seen this. Why would he have? Shane had never been sad around him. Never hurt. Never in this kind of quiet, defeated pain. Around Ilya, Shane had been pleasured and angry and frustrated and gloriously competitive. But never this. Never shattered.

    (or, everything is same but Shane has a slight stutter that gets bad when he's sad. Ilya has never heard it because Shane has never been sad around him. Until their night in Vegas.)

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    31 Jul 2026