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  1. Scott Hunter is out. Surely this means it's safe for other players to come out now too, right?

    or: finding community in a group of gay hockey players who have all hooked up with the same person, continued. (a sequel to just his type)

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  2. Shane fucks up his career, blocks his situationship, begins an ill-advised slut era, gets outed, traded, and forced to rebuild his life. It's kind of a worst case scenario.

    Or: The consequences of Shane Hollander's slump.

    [Posted as a full, completed fic with art for the Hollanov Big Bang ❤️]

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  3. Shane Hollander has a type. It's not his fault that his hookups keep turning out to be other MLH players.

    or: finding community in a group of gay hockey players who have all hooked up with the same person

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  4. There’s a beat of silence between them. And then another, and another until it continues on for a solid minute, almost hitting the two minute mark until Hayden speaks again. “Maybe you just need to get high, y’know. Loosen up a little.” What the fuck? OR Shane decides to loosen up a little by smoking weed. Too bad his dealer is really weird. And hot, somehow.

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  5. A blurry video, the nightclub lights dancing in neon pink. Two tall, muscular figures dance in a corner, focused completely on the other as they sway into each other. It blows the internet up. Or, a video of Shane grinding on Ilya, drunk out of his mind, is leaked. It goes predictably. OR, Hollanov are hoes and keep on exposing their sex life. They make it everyone's problem. (it isn't a problem, really)

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  6. Ilya took a long drag. The tip of his cigarette glowed red in the darkness and it stirred something in Shane's belly. A Pavlovian response, maybe, since Ilya was so fond of smoking and Shane was so fond of him. No, no---it was definitely the cigarette. His lips held it so gently, not dissimilar from the way he would kiss down Shane's stomach or against his earlobe. On the inhale, his face was tight, focused, and his chest puffed out. He kept his lips parted with a mouth of smoke, holding it until he was ready to breathe out. When he tried to talk with smoke in his mouth, he always sounded breathless, choked, strained---like when he was trying to stop himself from coming too fast. On the exhale, the thick smoke danced beautifully against his features, even more so in the dimly lit room. Shane found himself holding his breath until the smoke had left Ilya's mouth. This was dizzying. "Something on my face, Hollander?"

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  7. Shane was starting to sweat a little with nerves, second-guessing his plan, not feeling nearly as brave as he did when he made the decision to do this at dinner.

    “What is it?” Ilya asked as he opened the box. He held up a small plastic remote control with two buttons, turning it in his hand, trying to find an indication of what it was for.

    Extremely gratuitous anniversary dinner smut.

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