speak to us of clothes [Game Chhangers, Hollanov, oneshot]

speak to us of clothes by whimsicule 

Shane Hollander, hockey player extraordinaire, hovers in the doorway to his impressively designed but sparsely filled walk-in closet, looking at her with wide eyes like she might shoot him if he’s got the wrong things in there. If she finds any cargo shorts, she might shoot herself. 

or: shane hires a stylist.

I am really shocked that I have not blogged about this before. I have even red this like.. Three times? already or something.  

We are returning to my all time trope where Hollanovs relationship is seen from some random person's view (or sometimes not so random, maybe outsider's pov would be the best term, but, meh, whatever). And thats it. Thats all there is. 

Also. I am kinda wishing a sequel here with more Ilya. But if  this is all Im getting, Im not complaining. 

stars and moons [Game Changers, Hollanov, oneshot, nc-17]

stars and moons by ratherunnecessary 

Shane can do casual. He fucking loves casual. He’ll be Toronto’s king of casual. 

Shane cannot in any universe do casual. Neither can Ilya when its about Shane. They suck at that. Its either everything or nothing. And this proves it. 

The Ottawa Centaurs’ Relationship Chart [Game Changers, Hollanov, oneshot]

The Ottawa Centaurs’ Relationship Chart by leialoo7 

Shane and Ilya are thrilled to be on the same team this year but can't resist a little on-ice fighting. The team is very concerned. 

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“Great,” Troy muttered. “They’re going to kill each other.” 

Across the boards from him, Harris squeaked, “Should we, like, do something? Call Coach? Call–" 

“A therapist?” Troy interjected. 

“I’m serious!” exclaimed Harris. 

“So am I,” said Troy. “Those two have been on opposing teams for their entire professional careers. I don’t think they have any idea how to turn off their competitive bickering. This is going to be an interesting season.”

Ha. This is just pure gold. Perfectness. The absolute best thing ever. 

que tu m’aimais encore [TeenWolf, Sterek, oneshot]

que tu m’aimais encore by magneticwave 

Wolves mate for life, don’t they? 

Wanna cry? Like really, really cry and hate all your life choices that have led to this moment? Then go and read this. Please. And thank you. 

Home Ice Advantage [Game Changers, Hollanov, nc-17]

Home Ice Advantage by taywrites11 

“You’re going to Boston.” 

Long after Farah hangs up, the words keep echoing in Shane’s head. If he had thought his thoughts had been chaotic this morning, when his biggest problem had been his rival potentially fucking him when he came to Montreal in two weeks, that’s nothing compared to the code-red panic that started the instant he found out he was being traded to Rozanov’s team. 

Rozanov, who was supposed to be his great career rival. Rozanov, who he’s hooked up with twice now. Rozanov, who had been planning on coming to Shane’s apartment in Montreal to fuck him the next time they saw each other. God, how on Earth is Shane going to walk into his locker room in Boston in a few days time? 

The impending awkwardness of dealing with Rozanov is almost enough to eclipse the hurt he’s trying to ignore. The knowledge that Montreal values him so little that they’re willing to dispose of him only six months into his rookie season. Almost, but not quite. 

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Or, Shane gets traded to Boston AU.