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Amargosa: from the Spanish amargo, meaning 'bitter,' likely shortened from agua amargosa, 'bitter water.' The name is used for locations in the Mojave Desert.
or: Shane hates how he sounds, how his voice goes a little high and comes out too flustered - Ilya must know that what he means is ‘I want something. I always want something from you.’ That he can’t ever help himself.
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he will try to remember which apologies come faster the second time. He can never quite recall whether 'I swear to God' shifts before or after the rhythm does. He only knows there's a moment where the sound turns obedient, where Shane's voice changes shape, and Ilya can still feel it in his hands even when he isn't touching him.
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Right now, there’s clips being posted online of their fight. Videos of the interviews after, Shane soaked in sweat, dried blood clinging to the cracks in his lip, it’s a shame it came to that, we have a lot of mutual respect for each other as players, sometimes emotions boil over, we’ll reflect on our actions. Condemnation and celebration on both sides, hockey violence on the big screen for all to point fingers at and give their two cents. None of it matters, here in the dark four walls of Shane’s bedroom, between Rozanov’s thighs.
The world will keep spinning and with it will come stories spun, but Shane will live here in this warm pocket beneath Rozanov’s mottled and marred skin and pretend like none of it fucking matters.
Recounting the one and only time Shane dropped gloves with Ilya on the ice... and the aftermath.
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- Part 2 of alphabet hollanov smut
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15 Jun 2026
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god i want more Shane/Ilya fighting on the ice but specifically from this author jfc
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Rather than give him the joint, Ilya takes it back between his own lips and sucks in a deep breath, the tip glowing as he does so. Then, before Shane can process it, he’s reaching up and sliding one large hand around the back of Shane’s neck, pulling him down so their lips meet.
Shane gasps softly, and Ilya takes the opportunity to blow smoke into his open and waiting mouth.
Oh, God. Are you there? It’s me, Shane Hollander. We’ve had our differences, but I think I’d like to convert for real this time. I’m ready. Open the pearly white gates. I’m coming up.
Shane goes to a house party, gets high, then gets on his knees. bon appetite
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15 Jun 2026
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like the sexiest little novella about getting high and fucking and eventually being boyfriends i've ever read
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And Scott felt it — a cold hard tug under his left ribs, a powerful ache of familiarity. It had been a long time since he’d seen so much of himself in the new crop of players, who seemed to get younger and younger every year. But Hollander wasn’t much like his peers. Scott couldn’t decide if he was more or less mature than the rest of them, but whatever he was, he was different. Marked. It gave him the look of a decidedly soft target.
“How about we get you to your room.”
Or: Scott steps up. Maybe he regrets it.
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- Part 1 of Rook
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13 Jun 2026
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"Okay, but..." Shane watches with fascination as Marley's cheeks go pink. His eyes dart towards Shane, and away again. "You talked about Jane, like. A lot. Got pretty fucking graphic with it. You telling me all that was about Hollander?"
Shane straightens. "What."
"Why are you surprised?" Ilya asks, raising an eyebrow at him. "You knew this, I told you this."
"I thought you were just running your mouth," Shane says. Making it up because you knew it turned me on, he doesn't say. He glances back at Marley, who is now openly staring at him with a look on his face that Shane has no idea how to interpret. "What - what did he tell you?"
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Or, Marley and Ilya reminisce about Montreal Jane and Ilya invites Marley over for a live demonstration.
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american motor over smoldered field by garagepaperback
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
04 Jun 2026
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The play is very, very obvious. Ilya has spent most of his life wanting to be away from it, and to do that, you need a lot of money. The man in front of him has a lot of money, and better yet, a deep appreciation for the muscles that make up Ilya’s stomach. Ilya wishes he had the texts in hand, thick, soft pieces to feed back into his frowning mouth. Remember? When you said: I like you so much, and god I feel crazy and Fuck me, fuck me harder, more, god you feel so big, so good. I can feel you—please, you’re going to make me come. Please can I come. Please, Ilya.
Always, they beg. Ilya is happier than he thought possible to fit in one body.
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or: Catfish au.
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almost no need to say it now, nobody will ever do it like garagepaperback:
'Whole rising ripe dawn, all this fucking potent leaking promise. Jesus.'
'Big breath in. Another rise under Ilya’s hand, vast and hot. It was wrong about the sun before, maybe. Ilya flushes at the sight of his face and Shane is a shock of promise, all this rising, rising. Looking at him you have to squint under so much aching bright'