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    “Can’t stop thinking ‘bout how hot it is,” Hollander said. “If you fucked me like this.”
    Ilya’s pulse jumped in his throat. “Fuck,” he moaned.
    “Yeah, ‘cause I can’t really move. ‘Nd I don’t really know — maybe I wouldn’t really know wha’s happening. But it’d be okay, ‘cause it’s you,” Hollander said, as if the gravity of those words weren’t nearly unbearable.
    “Hollander, fuck,” Ilya said as arousal coiled, hot and tight, in his stomach. “You want me to fuck you when you’re drunk?”
    “Yeah,” Hollander said. “‘Cause normally — normally I can take you, y’know?”
    “Take me?” Ilya echoed.
    “Yeah,” Hollander said, huffing, sounding a little offended even though Ilya had just wanted clarification. “Push you off ‘nd stuff. Stop you. If I wanna. But I don’t wanna. I just. I have no control right now, y’know? You could do anything, and I’d —” Hollander swallowed, thick and audible through the phone. “I’d trust you. I’d just be so —“ His next words shook. “Helpless. You could just… take. What you want. Anything you want. Everything. I wouldn’t even matter.”

    Shane calls Ilya while drunk.

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    14 Jul 2026

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    how can something be hot AND heartbreaking oh god. also i'm a sucker for shane's mind coming up with sexual scenarios that already exist all on its own lmao

  2. Rec *

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    “What did she look like?” asked Hollander.

    “She was brunette,” said Ilya. Marleau’s eyes trailed along the hard lines of his traps, past the glint of his crucifix, the swells of his pectorals, towards the trail of hair disappearing into his shorts. They landed on the thickening outline of his cock. “Pretty little thing, with freckles. Big, brown dumb eyes, begging to be made to cry.”

    Hollander’s breath hitched. Marleau realized, perhaps belatedly, that this was a game in which truth was incidental.

    In 2014, Ilya and Marleau went to Paris on a girl to celebrate the Stanley Cup win. Ten years later, on a balmy evening spent in the Hollander-Rozanov Ottawa home, Marleau reminisces and, courtesy of Shane and Ilya, re-enacts.

    It’s just a game of play pretend.

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    13 Jul 2026

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    sweet sweet sweet baby jesus FUCK. i'm a sucker for cliff marlow, i think he deserved so much better. this hits the spot so spectacularly. his heartache, his desire. ugh. delicious

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    It’s the summer of 2016. Ilya is in Moscow, and definitely absolutely not spending more time flicking back through his text history with Shane than dancing with hot girls in the club. Shane meanwhile is doing things like helping his buddy Pike wrangle his brood at a museum, where he meets the super cool and really nice and maybe kinda cute docent, Dylan. He’s made a new friend. They have common interests. They hang out.

    Ilya has a completely normal reaction to this.

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    09 Jul 2026

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    very fun read!! ilya going off the wazoo trying to win shane back lmao also no tunameltdown which is my favvv

  4. Rec *

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    So what is the plan now, Mr. Spreadsheet?

    “Honestly I was kind of hoping your consciousness would just click back into your body once I touched you.” Shane scratches the back of his head.

    You treat me like slap bracelet, Ilya complains.

    After a bad hit knocks Ilya’s consciousness out of his body — literally — Shane finds himself sheltering the soul of his decade-long situationship in the back of his head. Turns out it’s a lot harder to keep secrets when you share a body.

    (They definitely still try, though.)

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    09 Jul 2026

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    this was so well executed i wish there were another billion words of it 😭 ilya being inside of shane's head and them living together like that... so special. they're in love your honor

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    “Sweetheart, your pretty little head is so silly. For every photocard I make of ugly hockey men, I make two of my gorgeous, radiant, pulchritudinous boyfriend. Sometimes three.”

    A smile breaks through the heated haze of Shane’s expression. “You’ve been using the thesaurus Dad got you for Christmas?”

    “I will beat Yuna Hollander at Scrabble one day,” Ilya declares against Shane’s hip bone.

    In the year between the Cottage and the Centaurs, Ilya misses Shane more than ever. Svetlana’s teenage cousin offers a coping method: Kpop-style Shane Hollander photocards to stare at all day long. It's a shame carrying around pictures of fellow hockey players is just not socially acceptable.

    …At least, not yet.
     
    (AKA: Ilya's mission to desensitize the hockey world to his Hollander fanboyisms, and the NHL players that suffer for it.)

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    08 Jul 2026

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    STOPPPPP this was such a fun read omggggg ilya's typing style had me lol'ing ngl