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I NEED TO SCREAM ABOUT THIS BOOK WITH SOMEONE BECAUSE OMFG!!!
imagine you've been in gay love with your best friend for decades but nothing ever came of it and you both ended up heterosexual married, only having the summers to yourselves to play house together and pretend like your husbands don't exist, and then when you're both in your forties and finally single at the same time your best friend is diagnosed with terminal cancer. happened to my friend laurel park
Got a dress that's sooooooo me. 100%
I'm afraid whatever is going on in men's hockey will never be able to top the finals of the 2026 Walter Cup and we're only on Game 1.
a fear of intimate moments
chapter 17 | hollanov | explicit | dual timeline/POV | rockstar/music producer AU | 120k
“Is okay. You can touch.” “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. Anyone can come walking in,” he says even as his hand twitches away from the keyboard of his laptop. He has to shift it off his lap a bit as his pants tighten. A hand comes to his jaw and he sucks in a breath. Ilya’s watching him with darker eyes than a moment before, his face so close he can see where his pupils are dilated with interest. “Is that not the fun part?” “You want me to touch you right before you go out to sing in front of a thousand girls all here to see you?” he asks. “Ah you need…what is it called? Validation?” He huffs out a breath even as Ilya’s fingers squeeze around his jaw that much harder. Ilya comes in so close he can feel the man’s breath against his skin, those dark eyes boring into him. “It is you I come home to, yes?” “Yes,” he breathes out.
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