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    God, Shane never wanted to be mad at him. He hadn’t wanted to continue it. He had wanted to play, too, to suspend reality and just let himself believe that this room was his whole world, that he could talk to Rozanov, play with Rozanov, that nothing else mattered. And the champagne in his blood, the looseness it brought to his shoulders, the ease it granted his brain made it so he could merely sniff in the extra moisture in his nose, blink away the wetness in his eyes, and look up at Rozanov like they were normal, like nothing else had been said. “Why would God take a call from you, Rozanov?” he had said, voice small but brave.

    Rozanov had finally grinned, had let Shane see his beautiful teeth. Shane had wanted to be bit, in that moment, all over. “He knows me,” had been his response.

    Shane had sniffed again, had looked down at Rozanov’s shoes, how one of them was gently stepping onto Shane’s foot. An anchor. “God’s not gonna take a call from you.”

    “Hm. Why?”

    His chest had felt warm. “Because you’re evil.”

    or, Shane's drunk, and yearning for Ilya Rozanov is inescapable, and probably bad for him

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    18 Feb 2026

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    your eyes on my eyes, and the moon above me by servetas

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    “Come on, baby, once in a while does not hurt. Rookies say that drunk cigarettes don’t count, have you ever heard that? I think is funny,” Ilya tries, his kisses softer now, trying to work Shane into the soft, pliant mess he loves.

    It doesn’t work. In fact – “What’s that, Ilya?”

    Ilya is biting anywhere he can find, “I don’t have gun license, so I must be happy to see you.”

    But that doesn’t work either. Shane finally moves – only to grab at Ilya’s collar, pulling it so that it digs into the back of his neck, which has Ilya pausing as Shane inspects. “That, Ilya. What’s that.”

    or, Shane finds some (perfectly explainable) lipstick on Ilya's collar, and they both go through emotional saw traps

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    17 Feb 2026

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    Take the Moon and Make It My Ring by servetas ❤️

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    Women flock to Rozanov; he’s the gravitational centre in every room. Shane gets it. He’s felt it, the shark pull of his orbit. He’s been swallowed up into the belly of desire. What he doesn’t get is how easy it is for Rozanov. Even with Shane’s teammates pooled around him on the dance floor his hands get clammy when a girl in a sequined skirt makes a move on him. Shane used to think maybe he was just awkward; maybe he needed a couple of beers in him to loosen up, but he couldn’t do that during the season.

    Then Ilya Rozanov kissed him and the craving was so clear in Shane’s mind he was able to visualise every sharp edge of it, and he knew he wanted to be on his knees.

    2013. It’s been two years since he and Rozanov hooked up in Nashville and exchanged phone numbers. It’s a month till Boston comes to Montreal and Rozanov’s promise of ‘next time’ could go into fulfilment. Shane Hollander wants to play hockey. He wants to play it well. The other thing is a thing he cannot allow himself to want.

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    17 Feb 2026

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    stickhandling by moonlitgarden

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    “Do I dream?” Hollander repeats. When Ilya nods, he says, “Yes? Why?” His eyebrows bunch together. “Wait, you’re not—do you mean in like, a sex way?”

    “No,” Ilya says, watching that flush spread. “But I like your idea better. What do I do in these dreams?”

    Choking, Hollander says, “Fuck off.”

    He is his mother’s son.

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    09 Feb 2026

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    This ache of mine by owshampooinmyeyes ❤️

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    "Maybe he should ask Ilya for Shane Hollander’s number. Shane was a fucking babe.

    The thought made Troy smile, and that was at least something.”

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    What if in Role Model, Troy actually asked Ilya for Shane's number?

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    08 Feb 2026

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    A Fucking Babe by wilmonstan12345