a soft saucy custard

sabrina + 30s + she/her

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Emily Wilson has inadvertently created a fascinating new way to categorize basically any visual media ever made

[sabayonne]

some faceless snippets of Real Life (!) ty @bluegrasshole for the tag.

(sailor moon nails | all wood castle baby | emu friend | nice light and colour shift | definitely hot dogs | bestest big boi forever) tagging some new friends @powerful-owl @catbythefirelight @comingatthecottage @montrealmetros @eleadore and YOU, if you are reading this I want to 👀

[fugatos]

boston interlude

will/mack, 23.8k, rated E

Will’s smiling, all teeth. He’s laughing at him again. He’s been laughing at him all day. Will is so fucking weird sometimes it makes Macklin feel normal.

it's the horniest thing i've written in years. it's a shitpost. it's existential melodrama. it's untitled boston fic. long live marmon 2026

[kaijuerotica]

au where shane and ilya are two c. elegans worms that survived the space shuttle columbia disaster

[sabayonne]

truly, discovering the answer to “would u love me if i was a worm” 🐛

[flyora]

The Long Game version here!!!

[heatry24]

I cannot wait for season 2. This art is stunning, hot, sexy, strong and everything in between.

[radialarch]

have just discovered the concept of the winner’s room …. the hockey rpf fandom has such a beautiful mind. do you have any hollanov-in-the-winner’s-room thoughts? if you’ve already posted abt this sorry!!! but would love to hear if not

scream MAYBE IN 3-5 BUSINESS MONTHS, i have to figure out where this stupid fic is going... do u want some recs in the meantime

forfeit by bluecarrot. what if they were dubcon fucking and then they fell in love!!!!

with an apple in its mouth by Anna__S. i love when fics are thinking about how the winner's rooms are shaping convos outside it, crunchy as hell

Star Pupil by chaentics. luca-centric but the reason why i started thinking about shane & ilya's rookie year winner's rooms lmao

Winner's Room by DachOsmin. what if between the two of you the room is the tenderest place you can be

Echoes by jtimu, ilya's voice is so so fun here

+ some bonus hrpf recs, we must acknowledge what came before us

seventeen nineteen twenty-eight by caphit. what if they were dubcon fucking and then fell in love!!!! but, crucially, they were also desperately in competition for the love of an unattainable third person.

gemini moon by dinosaur. when the loser is like STOP being NICE this is the fucking WINNER'S ROOM and the winner/s are like it's my room and i wanna, what a fun time for everyone :))

[sabayonne]

Love love love all the fics above + also throwing this one out there:

Buckle by isozyme. what if they had to see each other for league-mandated sex right after tunameltgate?

[mutilatedtodeath]

this fucking arber video has had me in a chokehold since it came out like genuinely all the blood goes to my dick when i see it #BONER

[shilyas]

see I can’t be convinced that Shane would be against the idea of a sex tape bc he’s had phone/skype/facetime sex w/ Ilya for Y E A R S. I mean, Shane has more than likely thought about the possibility of their devices getting hacked or accidentally pressing something & a clip leaking or whatever, sure, but ultimately, I think if Ilya proposed it, he’d be down & oh boy would he put on quite the performance. plus I also think he’d love to watch Ilya fucking him, plain & simple

he’d view the tape for what it is, which is fucking hot, yes, but also similarly to a video meeting w/ the team & make mental notes on what Ilya really enjoyed or what position he looked great in, what made Ilya lose control or what made Ilya make a specific face or noise & then their collection of tapes would grow & grow bc so would their sex life

[hothockey]

can't stop think about @comingatthecottage 's rly stupendous post about ilya and galina as a therapist and how more realistically approaching this relationship would make a brutal fucking cold open for season two.

like, titlecard: spring 2019.

opening shot: ilya and shane in the car, driving, sunglasses on, ep 1.06 callback, ilya lifts shane's hand to kiss it and shane's lip trembles, but they're silent and there's no music, just the muted sounds of the road. shane parks them in a parking lot. more silence. camera pans down to ilya's hand on shane's hand on the stickshift. ilya's hand is white knuckled, gripping too hard. shane swallows, looks away. flatline_II.mp3 starts playing. shane takes a breath, starts to say something. ilya takes his hand away, mouth tight, looking away from shane. micro-shane-hudson-face-journey.

"okay," shane says instead.

"okay," ilya says, and gets out of the car. low music.

"okay," shane says again, as the door closes, sounding scared. ilya's hand rests on the car door a beat too long.

we follow ilya from behind, inside a low-rise office building. into the elevator. sunglasses still on. down a hall. into an office. he sits down, opposite a woman, who says, "hello ilya," "hello," followed by a muted, distorted exchange, pulsing high music growing louder. ilya tapping his sunglasses on his thigh. the music builds and snaps. cuts out.

into the silence, ilya says, "last week you asked if i was thinking about killing myself."

the woman folds her hands, looks at ilya with a mild, concerned expression, "i did."

"i said no."

"you did."

"i lied," ilya says.

-- end scene.

titlecard: autumn 2018

[that-house]

they invented a new kind of jerking off called groping your bruises and whimpering

[radialarch]

omg somehow forgot about sasha. yeaaaa i could get in to some sasha/shane fucking in sochi after they've both been rejected by ilya. ur right its probably too much for canon shane but i am liking thinking about it.. sasha teasing ilya about shane is v hot too.

sochi being really the only time it could work tho.. maybe a few years later when shanes slightly more experienced (if we go with book canon), an au ilya rejects shane in 2017 and sasha/shane meet at a contrived brand party or modeling gig in Paris. [more plot contrivance sveta at this point has gotten sick of ilya's depressed ass in a hell of his own making and has been complaining to sasha about ilya's 'jane' in a very unsubtle manner so sasha sends a lil flirty text to ilya all 'guess who i hooked up with last night' to piss him off]

alskskjd ok let's try to make this work

in 2017 grigori dies earlier & ilya skips all-stars to go to russia & is absolutely fucking miserable, which is exactly the wrong time for shane to text, tentative and soft, hey, i heard, are you okay. ILYA STILL THINKS SHANE IS DATING ROSE LANDRY. ilya texts back sorry, i cannot do this staring sightlessly into a city he's never going to fucking escape. he buries his father. he blocks hollander's number.

shane leaves a voicemail. he leaves another voicemail. he gets very drunk and calls rose and spills out the stupid scraps of a story. says, "i think i love him and he doesn't want me." "oh, babe," rose says, "you deserve better."

i think we also have to move up shane's concussion? it's before the next boston game, it takes shane out for the season. ilya unblocks shane's number to draft one million texts but his eyes keep drifting up to the last thing they said to each other. hey, are you okay. it's better this way, he tells himself. a clean break.

so the metros don't make the playoffs and shane's at his parents' staring at the truth of i'm gay and i'm in love with rozanov, and he can't stop being the first but surely he can get over the second. he hasn't tried. he hasn't tried because he hadn't known.

then there's this shoot in paris. let's say hermès. shane thinks about saying no. thinks about rozanov's mouth. rozanov had said once that he spent a week in paris. stretched out naked in bed, a loose lazy line. actually, he'd said around the cigarette in his mouth, he hadn't seen much of the city, but he couldn't complain about the view.

so rozanov's fucked someone in paris. that's not a surprise. he's fucked people everywhere.

shane goes to paris feeling like a bruise and at least he knows what people want from him in a shoot. they tell him where to stand. they tell him when to smile. they touch him like he's not a person, tilting up a collar, tightening a belt, wholly impersonal. fashion is a serious business.

four hours later shane's gulping down water with a headache behind his eyes when the person looping a scarf around his neck says, "so you're a hockey player."

in canada that wouldn't be a question, but here it's usually genuine. "uh, yeah," he says. "you like hockey?"

"no." the guy laughs, a little private joke. "but hockey players, that's a different story."

the guy's looking him up and down. his hand is smoothing the end of the scarf down shane's chest. shane realizes, abruptly, that he's being -- propositioned. come onto. other people fucking live like this. they're allowed. they look at other men and they reach out and grab at the thing they want.

(rozanov in the showers, looking straight at shane, his hand curling around his dick. the way it'd felt like a challenge.)

"who's your favorite player, then?" shane says. it doesn't come out smooth but the guy's doing most of the work. it doesn't have to mean anything. he doesn't have to do anything.

it's an easy play, but the guy doesn't take it. "when i was young," he says, unexpectedly wistful, "i thought it'd be ilya."

[ticklefighthockey]

i love that shane's whole emotional experience of heated rivalry is just him being like why is he mean to me then nice to me then mean to me then nice to me then really nice to me then really mean to me then nice to me in a way that bewilders & disconcerts me so much it briefly turns me heterosexual. and then he's mean to me again. oh it's because he's scared. yay! i can work with scared. i intend to marry him

[twinkwolf]

for all that ilya is a flirt with self destructive tendencies, i think shane would be the one to cheat in a future infidelity scenario because he a) has so tightly bottled up his resentment over losing his montreal legacy and displaced those feelings onto ilya, b) finds comfort in punishment and lashing out, and c) still feels the maladaptive erotic pull of a big illicit secret

[citrusses]

lotophage (rated m, 9k)

"That's Ilya Rozanov," Yuna supplies, when the camera zooms in on one of the players. He looks unremarkable to Shane, the way all of the helmeted players in identical gear flying across the rink do. Another faceless white uniform on white ice. "He plays the same position as you."  "Forward," Shane says cautiously, trying not to phrase it like a question.  "Center," his mom corrects gently. She's so gentle with him, no matter how many mistakes he makes. It's the curdling sort of gentle that makes Shane want to rip off his own skin, and all he can do is endure it. He has no right to insist on not being treated gently. This woman is his mother, even though Shane, as he is now, is not really her son. 

hollanov, memory loss, mcdonalds

During a game against the Boston Raiders in October of 2016, the Metros’ star center Shane Hollander sustains a concussion. Six months later, he still has no memory of any part of his life before the injury.

[russianblush]

you've left me with a gift or a curse some would say

[sabayonne]

I know much of the world prefers to use "thong" instead of "g-string" for that particular style of underwear, but they do miss out on the delightful portmanteau of "g-stringlet".

[evanzbuck]

The Long Game — Chapter Nineteen | insp.