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  1. Public Bookmark 77

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    The call comes at 4:17 in the afternoon.

    Shane remembers that detail later because it feels obscene that something capable of splitting a life in half could happen at 4:17 pm on a random Tuesday. It isn’t a dramatic time. It isn’t midnight. It isn’t even dawn. It’s an hour usually reserved for emails and reheated coffee and midday practice. It fits neatly into a calendar square. It looks harmless.

    Up until 4:16, the day is aggressively mundane.

    (or, the centaurs' bus crashes and shane has to sit with the idea of losing everything)

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    19 Feb 2026

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    Ilya hums, playing the card he's been considering for this entire conversation. “We could make more interesting, yes? A bet.”

    “A bet,” Shane repeats, eyes flashing. “Like what?”

    The reporter cuts in. “What about wearing the other player’s jersey?”

    They both turn to her, and Shane says, “Like, the loser wears the winner’s jersey?”

    “Maybe at the next game in a couple of months?”

    “Is a good idea,” Ilya muses, nudging Shane’s elbow. “You will look better in my jersey than in Montreal jersey.”

    Shane makes a low noise, his eyes holding a bit of a spark when he looks back to Ilya. It’s what Ilya was hoping for—the tiniest crack in the mask. He can see a hint of exasperated affection around the corners of Shane’s eyes, a little bit of fire burning just beneath the surface. It sends a thrill down Ilya’s spine, and he wonders if Shane will be snarky when Ilya gets him naked tonight.

    “That’s not happening,” Shane replies, shaking his head. “Because you’re not winning.”

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    Ilya should have known better.

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    19 Feb 2026

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    “Am I too boring for you?”

    He doesn’t mean to ask. Doesn’t mean for those words to come out. They fall from his lips before he has a chance to stop them, and the second they’re out there he wants to take them back. He wants to swallow them down so they can’t hurt anyone but himself.

    Because Ilya…Ilya flinches.

    “What.”

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    19 Feb 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 27

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    He places both hands on the back of Buck’s thigh, firm but controlled, and starts with long, gentle strokes up the muscle to spread the oil.

    Buck exhales like he’s been holding his breath since he walked in the door.

    Eddie focuses on the work. The hamstring is tense—ropey, tight under his palms. Eddie can feel where the fibers pull wrong, where Buck is compensating.

    “Tell me if it’s too much,” Eddie says.

    Buck’s voice is muffled into his forearms. “Okay.”

    Or Buck has a sore hamstring, Eddie gives him a massage to help with the pain.

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    18 Feb 2026

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    “If you ever talk about my fiancé like that again, then I will end your career.”

    The words are pure vitriol, dripping from Shane’s mouth like venom from the fangs of a snake. He doesn’t raise his voice, he doesn’t even sound angry, he just sounds lethal. Like a man you don’t want to cross. Like a man who fully intends to honour his promise…or threat.

    He’s met with stunned silence.

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    18 Feb 2026