B̶o̶y̶friends with benefits [Game Changers, Hollanov, nc-17]

B̶o̶y̶friends with benefits by Anonymous 

“You are so pretty, Hollander. Your freckles err— take my breath.” 

Shane glares. “Rozanov, you can’t say that here,” he says through gritted teeth. “They can hear us.” 

“Who gives a fuck?” He declares with a careless shrug. “Whole world knows we are lovers, so what?” 

The world most definitely does not need to know that he’s on Ilya’s extensive fuck buddies roster. 

Or 

According to Ilya, Shane is the best boyfriend anyone could ask for. If you ask Shane, he’ll tell you they are just fuck buddies.

Just idiots here. Idiots who dont know how to talk and just expect the other to know everything. Just plain idiots.

Still cute idiots who are just so perfect for each other. Who have all the support from everyone around them. The cutest, sweetest idiots who deserve each other.

And social cues are the fucking worst. 

Secondhand Relief [Harry Potter, Drarry, oneshot]

Secondhand Relief by XxTheDarkLordxX 

“In case it has escaped your notice, this is Malfoy that we are talking about. Why the fuck would he ever help us? His dad’s one of them for fucks sake!” 

“Harry has been fucking him for months! I think we stand a good chance.” 

Sometimes, he really wished that Voldemort had killed him as a baby.

I really cant come up anything I wanted to say about this. Maybe this is just something you need to experience for yourself? Or I am just stuck to in the story. Okay. I am stuck here, because what the fuck, give me more of this. But like. This is just so out of everything and I dont know.

Should I read this for the third time? Maybe. Do I have time tonight? Probably not. Will I do it? Hopefully. We will see. 

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.