AutolycusinExile
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- Men's Hockey RPF (2)
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Confidence and experience don't necessarily come hand in hand.
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Rushing headlong into things is Brendan's trademark move.
(or: the team thinks the Gallys have been sleeping together for ages.
That isn’t true, but it could be.)
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In which Houston Hell Hounds hockey player Justin Matthews falls for rock band Red Right Hand's frontwoman, Sydney Warren. It's a disaster. Until it's not.
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- Part 1 of Breakaway
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Shane Hollander has chemistry with his new American linemate. Montreal fans are thrilled. Ilya Rozanov is not.
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15 Feb 2026
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Free Shot by smugrobotics
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
31 Jan 2026
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“I want you to use me.”
Ilya pauses, hot dog halfway to his mouth, his eyebrows scrunching up and holding, even as he finishes taking a bite. The confusion sits there the entire time he’s chewing, looking at Shane expectantly. When Shane doesn’t say anything else, he swallows down his mouthful with a swig of beer and smacks his lips obnoxiously.
“Use for what?”
“Sex,” Shane says. He keeps his volume level, resists the urge to drop into a whisper. It feels so wrong to say this sort of stuff with the sunlight on his back. “I want you to use me for sex.”
“I do not do this already?”
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15 Feb 2026
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Oracle Red Bull Racing ☑ (@redbullracing)
Let's goooooooo 🔥
Bills Mafia baby 😉🤠Denny (@verstappening)
Um... wrong account?lia⋆♱ (@h44mmertime)
lmaoMax Verstappen ☑ (@Max33Verstappen)
🤦(or, a social media fic in which daniel is the red bull admin and is not so subtley in love.)
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14 Feb 2026
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pillows, blankets, sheets, and clothes, arranging and rearranging by larryhaylik
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
25 May 2025
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“You’re a little weirdo,” Max tells Charles fondly, fingers carding through his hair. “It’s all dark and cramped in here, why aren’t you on the bed?”
“I told you, it’s too open,” Charles grumbles. “And you’re the weirdo. This is a perfectly respectable spot to have a freak out in, it’s not my fault you’re an odd-egg omega who doesn’t nest.”
“I know, a terrible specimen, that’s me,” Max complains softly, all theatrical, and Charles giggles, poking at his knee.
Max doesn’t nest. Or does he?
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- Part 12 of lestappen sundays (fic collection)
Bookmarked by AutolycusinExile
14 Feb 2026