Hello! I'm Jay, I'm an adult, and my pronouns are they/them. You can find me on Ao3 at bluejayblueskies. My fics are tagged under #my fic and fics I've liked are tagged under #fic rec. I bookbind as well, and you can find my binds under #jay's bound books. I have a Ko-Fi here!
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first post for context / see the tag 'open relationship au' for more snippets. just a few short scenes showing shane's relationship with david and yuna in this au. this isn't what the next part was gonna be but it's what i felt inspired to write. (shoutout to the two anons who asked me about it!)
2007
The first time Shane spends the night at Brian's place, he tells his parents he's staying with a friend.
"Who?" Mom asks.
"Uh, just a guy from school," Shane lies. "Chris. I don't think you've met him."
"Alright, just be back before noon tomorrow."
Shane nods, guilt simmering in his gut at how easily Mom believes him. It's because he's never given her reason to doubt, never gotten in the kind of trouble other guys on the team and in his grade get into on a regular basis.
At least ask me some follow-up questions, Shane wants to shout, but he doesn't. Obviously. He doesn't actually want to be caught in a lie.
They've arranged for Brian to pick him up a couple of blocks away from his house. Shane gets to the pickup spot first and stands there shifting on his feet, hand wrapped so tightly around the strap of his backpack that his fingers go numb. Brian arrives a couple of minutes later, the sight of the familiar white Lexus sending Shane's heart racing.
The night goes.... fine.
It's awkward, because Shane makes it awkward. Brian is patient with him and he holds him after they're finished, stroking his hair and telling him it'll only get better. That part's really nice.
Shane is back home by ten. Dad is in the front yard when he gets there, weeding the flower beds by the windows.
"Morning, kid," he says. "You have a good time with Chris?"
Shane stops short. For a moment he's confused and then he realizes, he was expecting Dad to look at him different. To take one glance at him and know.
Your son is a cocksucker. Can't you tell?
"Oh, yeah," Shane finally says. "Yeah, it was fun."
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2009
Shane doesn't ever really hang out with girls. Jessica Duvall is a rare exception, because she offered to help him out with some math homework and they got to talking from there.
He thinks if things were different, he might have asked her out. She's sweet and pretty, and the guys rib him about her constantly.
They aren't the only ones.
"She's nice," Mom says casually one afternoon, after Jessica has just left after a study session. "Are you two just friends or...?"
"Mom," Shane warns.
Mom throws up her hands. "Well, I'm sorry. You've never brought a girl home before."
"I didn't bring her home," Shane says. "We were just studying."
"Alright. But if you do get a girlfriend..."
"I'm focused on hockey right now," Shane mutters. His face has gone hot, and he's not sure if it's embarrassment or guilt.
It's worth the secrecy, he reminds himself. To have someone who loves him. Even if he can't bring him home to meet Mom and Dad.
It's worth it.
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2012
Shane drives down to Ottawa for dinner with his parents a few days after the Metros are knocked out of the playoffs.
"You played a great season," Dad tells him. "We couldn't be prouder."
Not even if I'd won the Stanley Cup? Shane wants to ask. He doesn't. No one was actually expecting Montreal to win, not in the middle of a rebuild, and Shane feels greedy for even thinking it. Just making it to the playoffs in his second season had been a massive accomplishment.
"So what are your plans for the summer?" Mom asks.
Shane grins wryly. "You mean besides all the ad shoots you've booked me for?"
Mom waves her hand. "Besides those, yes."
"Training, obviously." Shane shrugs. "Other than that, it's kinda up in the air. Some of the guys are going on a trip to Mexico, I might join them."
Mom hums. She shoots a look at Dad, who gives Shane an awkward smile.
"Not gonna spend time with anyone... special?" he asks.
Shane looks down at the menu, stomach sinking. He will be spending a lot of time with Brian, actually, once his vacation starts. But Shane can't tell them that.
"Nope."
They drop the subject, thankfully.
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As someone who collects a LOT of physical media but doesn’t make a lot of money, I want to share the rule that keeps my wallet from crying out in despair every time I enter a store. I don’t remember who I got this from, but thank you whoever you are because it has been a game-changer when it comes to building a large collection without breaking the bank.
The $1 per hour rule. It’s exactly what it says on the tin. If I’m purchasing physical media, I consider it good value if I can expect to get at least one hour of enjoyment for every dollar I spend on it.
I don’t remember what I spent on BG3, but I know it was a good deal because I’ve logged 600 hours in it. Hades II costs $30, and I was more than happy to pay that because I know I’ll play it for at least 30 hours. When I add books to my library, I almost exclusively buy used books that cost under $5 because 5 hours is a good average estimate for how long it takes me to finish a novel.
Will there be a treat you splurge on every now and then? Of course, but $1 per hour is a good standard to stick to if you want to responsibly build a dragon's hoard of physical media.
first post for context / see the tag 'open relationship au' for more snippets. this is a continuation of the previous part so please read that first.
MHL Awards, 2014
Shane's mind goes fuzzy at the first touch of Rozanov's lips against his.
It's been racing all night, running through different potential scenarios in Rozanov's penthouse like plays on the ice. Drifting constantly back to Brian, to you should at least try. Reminding himself that he shouldn't feel guilty for wanting Rozanov or for planning to act on it, now that he's been given permission.
Then Rozanov kisses him and it all disappears. Shane doesn't know what he was worrying for, not with Rozanov's tongue licking at the seam of his mouth or his hand on the back of his head, heavy and warm.
Rozanov's other hand grabs his shirt, tugging. Shane goes and they stumble towards the bedroom, lips locked. They're still just kissing and Shane's dizzy with it anyway, already half-hard. Rozanov kisses like he's trying to devour him. Shane kind of wants to let him.
Has he ever been kissed like this? He can't remember.
They reach the bedroom and Shane feels Rozanov stumble for a moment before they both tumble onto the bed, Shane in Rozanov's lap.
His hands land on Shane's thighs, running over them and gently parting them further, shifting Shane in his lap so their hard-ons are pressed together. It's searing hot, even through four layers of fabric, and Shane can't help but grind down.
"Fuck," Rozanov mutters, breath hot on Shane's lips, fingers reaching up to hurriedly undo the buttons of Shane's shirt. "You want this?"
Shane nods, whining when Rozanov pulls his shirt off and buries his face in the crook of his neck, planting a series of wet kisses on overheated skin.
"How long?"
"Years," Shane gasps, hips still moving against Rozanov's. "I - fuck. Years."
He's never even admitted it to himself, how badly he's wanted Ilya Rozanov, in a way he didn't know he could want men who weren't his boyfriend. The words slip easily from his tongue now, the shame that's always accompanied that want a distant memory.
Rozanov groans and then his arm is around Shane, twisting them around and throwing Shane flat on the mattress. His body already blanketing Shane in the next moment, kissing every inch of skin within reach and hands groping roughly at his chest.
Shane's heart is pounding, blood rushing past his ears. He's never been thrown around like this before. Brian's in good shape but he's not strong like Rozanov, his body so big it feels like it dwarfs Shane's even though, logically, Shane knows they're about the same size.
"Can I fuck you?" Rozanov asks.
Shane's cock pulses, wetting his underwear with precum. "Yes. Please."
"So polite," Rozanov coos, giving Shane a quick peck on the lips.
Then he sits up, shrugging his shirt off and throwing it on the ground. He reaches for the zipper of Shane's pants and they finish undressing in a hurry, almost clumsy in their eagerness.
Shane expects Rozanov to start prepping him with the same hurried desperation but he takes his time, kissing a trail down the column of Shane's neck, down to his chest. His mouth closes around one nipple, teeth scraping it, and Shane can't hold back the animal whine that escapes his throat.
His head is spinning, world narrowed down to Rozanov's lips, his hands, his body on top of Shane's. Rozanov grabs his thighs, spreading them none too gently and Shane throws his head back, fingers twisting in the sheets.
He startles when Rozanov pushes his knees against his chest, tongue just barely grazing over Shane's hole before he startles away.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Shane chokes out.
He knows what Rozanov's doing, obviously. It's just - he's only seen it done in porn. He didn't realize it was something people did in real life. Brian's never done it, and Shane's never felt comfortable asking him to.
"Eating you out," Rozanov says, looking confused at Shane's confusion. "What do you mean, what am I doing?"
Shane swallows. "It's just - you don't think it's gross?"
"You're clean, yes?"
Blood rushes to Shane's cheeks. "Yeah, obviously."
"Okay, then what's the problem?" Something passes over Rozanov's face, impossible to read. "You haven't done this?"
Hot embarrassment spears through Shane.
"You will like it," Rozanov promises. "Pretty little hole like this, deserves nice treatment."
"Jesus, Rozanov," Shane laughs.
The laughter dissolves into a gasp as Rozanov dives back between his legs, pressing a wet, messy kiss right on Shane's hole. He licks it languidly, spearing his tongue and pushing inside.
Shane's skin prickles, limbs going fuzzy, cock hard and weeping against his stomach. Rozanov's tongue is so hot and wet, so wriggly, and it's unlike anything Shane's felt. He's enthusiastic, his drool coating Shane's inner thighs, the wet sounds of it echoing in the room much to Shane's embarrassment and arousal.
He doesn't even notice Rozanov has moved his hand until there's a finger pressing against his hole, wet with lube, sinking easily inside. It is quickly joined by a second, twisting, honing in on his prostate with unerring precision.
"So good for me sweetheart," Rozanov mutters, still pumping his fingers inside, fucking Shane with them. "You will take anything I give you, won't you?"
Shane nods mindlessly, moaning when he feels Rozanov's other hand grabbing his ass, spreading him wide open as he adds a third finger. He's watching, Shane realizes deliriously, watching his fingers disappear into Shane's hole over and over again, brushing his prostate on every pass.
He hears Rozanov say something in heated Russian and then he's pulling his fingers out so fast it almost hurts. Shane watches with lidded eyes as he leans over him, reaching for a condom in the bedside drawer. He's so hard it looks painful and so big it makes Shane's jaw ache to look at him. It's gonna be the biggest thing Shane's ever had inside him, the realization sending his head spinning.
Rozanov rolls on the condom. He grabs Shane's legs behind the knees, pushing them back and spreading them, the casual manhandling sending a bolt of heat through Shane's body.
"Okay?" Rozanov asks. His dick is brushing against Shane's inner thigh, the head catching on his rim and pushing just slightly, a merciless tease.
"Okay," Shane says, choking on his next breath when Rozanov starts pushing inside.
He's huge, splitting Shane apart relentlessly, working his way inside in tiny thrusts. It feels like half an eternity until he's all the way in, hips resting against Shane's.
Shane opens his eyes (when did he close them) and sees Rozanov staring down at him, lips slack, face red, looking wrecked already.
"God, Hollander," he pants. "So fucking tight, what are you, a virgin?"
For one delirious moment, Shane wishes he was. That Rozanov could have been the first man to have him like this. Shame rises in his chest in the next moment, threatening to choke him. What the fuck is he thinking?
Rozanov starts moving his hips and Shane's mind goes fuzzy again as his cock hits his prostate. He fucks into Shane in quick, shallow thrusts at first as he loosens up around his cock, going deeper and harder as Shane starts pushing into it, back arching.
He's fucking into Shane properly now, slamming his hips into Shane's so hard it almost hurts. Fucking the breaths out of Shane's chest, an embarrassing litany of soft 'ah ah ah's that Shane can't hold back. Rozanov leans in, nearly folding Shane in half as he kisses him messy and open-mouthed.
"That's it," Rozanov growls, "fucking take it."
And Shane does, and does, pleasure rolling over his body in waves, skin buzzing with it. Rozanov seems to be carving a new space for himself in Shane's body with each powerful thrust, laying claim to him. It's rough, animalistic in a way Shane didn't know sex could be for him.
The orgasm is building at the base of Shane's spine but it still catches him by surprise when it hits, crashing over him, cock spilling untouched between them.
"Are you - ?" Rozanov asks, slowing his thrusts.
Shane wraps his legs around his waist before he can pull out, still riding the aftershock. "Keep going."
Rozanov doesn't need to be told twice, pumping into Shane hard and uncontrolled, chasing his own pleasure now and making use of Shane's body to do it. It's too much, the sensation of his cock hammering Shane's prostate so intense it tips from pleasurable to painful.
Shane loves it.
A few more thrusts and then Rozanov's coming with a choked off groan, fingertips digging into Shane's skin so hard he knows it's gonna bruise.
Rozanov collapses next to him and Shane bites back a whine as his cock slips out, already missing the feeling of being full.
"Fuck," Rozanov sighs. "You have killed me, Hollander. I am dead."
Shane smiles helplessly, rolling over to tuck himself against Rozanov's side. Warmth blooms in his chest when Rozanov's arm settles around him, hand resting on his head and softly petting Shane's hair.
Rozanov hums. "Worth the wait?"
"Yeah," Shane says, and he's too fucked out but he thinks he should feel guilty about how much he means it.
Maybe opening up the relationship wasn't such a bad idea.
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So it’s been awhile since I’ve bound anything, but when I read the Cursed Amulet Story by @sunderwight, I was like, I gotta make an actual, physical evil amulet now. Except the evil amulet is also going to be a book. And the book is like a diary by the guy trapped in the amulet.
The book is held in the brass frame (also made by yours truly) by friction; it pops out super easily so you can read it but it’s not going to fall out accidentally.
The typeset fit into exactly one piece of normal 8.5x11 printer paper, and if anyone else wants the file to make their own evil amulet, I’m happy to share.
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Ilya is so lucky that Shane proposed. Ilya would have been a nervous fucking wreck for the entire day beforehand. Wake up in the morning. Look in the mirror. Today's the day. Sob. Breathe. Okay I'm good! Turn around and Shane's hair is all in his face, still asleep on Ilya's pillow. I am NOT good. Cold shower. Breakfast that Ilya does not eat. Morning jog wherein Ilya runs like someone is chasing him. Lunch that Ilya does not eat. Drive out to the cottage. Make Shane pull over because Ilya needs to dry heave on the side of the road. "Baby we don't have to drive out today if you're not feeling well." "NO WE HAVE TO." Get to the cottage. Immediately send Shane on some kind of extended fool's errand. Shane wants to stay because Ilya is SHAKING and he is so worried. "No my love I'm fine it's just the breeze off the lake haha." It's thirty fuckig degrees Celsius. Shane finally gtfo's. Yuna, David, Rose FUCKING Landry all descend to help Ilya set up. Well. Ilya is supposed to be helping but he is standing on the deck fully dissociating. Yuna brings him tea. "Are you going to throw up the tea?" "Yes probably." Yuna takes away the tea. 800 electronic tea lights on the deck. In a parallel Ilya has no way of understanding, he both puts on and takes off a suit. Yuna fixes his curls into the hockey boy quasi-mullet that magnetizes Shane's fingers to Ilya's hair and says, "Oh, you're so handsome!" Ilya cries big fat tears. David tells a story about how his proposal to Yuna almost didn't happen because David went to the hospital for heart palpitations that morning. Thank You David That Does Not Help Even Remotely. Ilya slav squats on the lawn for twenty minutes. Shane's car pulls up in the driveway and everyone hides while Ilya vibrates in the entryway. Shane has no less than thirty grocery bags hanging from his arms, still complaining about why the grocery service cancelled their delivery last minute. Ilya leads Shane and all thirty of his grocery bags onto the deck. Shane is doing his favorite thing (bitching) and his second favorite thing (Follow Ilya) so he doesn't notice his own mother tiptoing behind him collecting the grocery bags he drops like breadcrumbs. There is an Oscar-winning actress hiding under his sofa and Shane does not notice because Ilya takes him on the deck and drops to his knees and Shane is like, "Haha, right now?" and then he sees that Ilya has a look on his face like he's just been told the sun is never coming up again and he has his hands on Shane's knees and he is saying, "Shane. Please?" and Shane puts his hands on his head and says "Oh my God baby what's happening to you" as Ilya melts and melts and then from the depths of the cottage someone who sounds a lot like Shane's very own father is whispering "The ring the ring" and when he looks back down Ilya is fumbling a ring box out of his pocket. The first picture of their proposal is Shane glaring into the middle distance with a hand cradling Ilya's curls like a baby while Ilya ugly sobs into his knee.
alright I've got to do some quick math to explain attitudes towards AI to my boss.
we're looking to create an AI policy, and when we were talking about this, my boss (older millennial) was genuinely shocked to hear that younger people do not (seem) to view AI positively (a la the recent commencement speakers being booed)
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What is your age, and do you feel AI is a net positive or net negative in our lives today?
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what are people's favorite niche ice cream flavors. mine are superman and blue moon (specifically from the midwest like michigan/indiana/wisconsin), van leeuwen's royal wedding cake, and jeni's wildberry lavender
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first post for context / see the tag 'open relationship au' for more snippets.
2014
It's been two weeks since they last ate dinner together. The last time they did, they got into a stupid argument about something Shane can't even remember and Brian ended up storming out and sleeping at his own place. They met up for a short lunch the next week and made up, but they haven't been able to spend any substantial amount of time alone together since.
Shane is determined for tonight to go well. He got food delivered from Brian's favorite restaurant and picked up a bottle of his favorite wine to pair it with. He even busted out the candles. He's not the best boyfriend, he knows, but he can at least show Brian that he's trying.
Brian seems to be on the same page, because he shows up with a bouquet of flowers and an apologetic smile. He swoops Shane in for a passionate kiss on the doorstep, sending Shane's heart fluttering.
They sit down to eat and it's nice. Cozy in its familiarity. There's still some tension lingering between them but for the first time in two weeks, Shane feels confident they can work through it.
There's a lull in the conversation and Brian straightens, looking uncomfortable all of a sudden.
"You okay?" Shane asks, reaching for him across the table.
Brian takes his hand, squeezing it gratefully. "I'm fine. Just... thinking."
"About?"
"There's something I've been meaning to bring up," Brian says. "I'm just not sure how to say it."
"You could just say it," Shane suggests with a wry smile. He prefers to be told things bluntly and clearly, even when the topic is uncomfortable.
"Right. Things haven't been great between us lately, have they?"
Shane straightens, stomach clenching. He wants to pull his hand back, but Brian is still holding onto it tightly. "I guess so," he agrees reluctantly.
Brian's not about to break up with him, is he?
It would be ideal timing, Shane recognizes distantly. The season is over, he'd have all summer to get over it before he's back on the ice. Or maybe next week would have been better, after the MHL awards in Vegas.
"I think part of the problem is we have so little time together," Brian says, pulling Shane's mind back. "We get frustrated in our time apart, and we take it out on each other."
That's not true, Shane wants to say. Brian's always the one to snap, the one to escalate a disagreement into a fight. But even as he's thinking it, Shane knows he's not being fair. They have different styles of communication, and Shane's bottling up of his emotions is no better than Brian's explosive anger.
"We've also been together for so long," Brian continues. "And I'm afraid we might have fallen into bad patterns."
"Are you breaking up with me?"
The words burst out of him without permission. Shane feels stupid and childish as soon as he's said them.
"Oh, babe," Brian says, squeezing his hand tighter. "Of course not. I love you and I want to be with you."
Relief floods Shane. He manages to give Brian a wobbly smile, which Brian returns, raising Shane's hand to his lips and kissing it.
"I was just thinking... how would you feel about opening up the relationship?"
Shane blinks. For a long moment, he doesn't understand what Brian is saying. It's such a foreign concept to him, a thing he knows other couples do but he never would have thought he'd need to consider.
"What?"
"I think it would be really good for us," Brian says. "Your schedule is so crazy and we can't always line up our free nights. I think this could really take the pressure off for when do find time to be together."
This must be a nightmare. "You want to fuck other people?"
"I want us both to be able to enjoy new experiences. It wouldn't mean we love each other any less. It would just be sex, no strings attached."
"I don't -" Shane's voice catches in his throat. He feels vaguely nauseous. "Are you tired of me?"
Brian pulls back his hand. "Of course not. Jesus, Shane, don't be so close-minded. I know you're surrounded by hockey people all the time and it's a really conservative culture, but open relationships aren't anything unusual. Most of my gay friends are in ones."
"They are?"
"Yeah. And if anything, it brings them closer together."
Shane can't believe he's considering this, but. He's still not over the shock of thinking Brian was about to break up with him. That the person he's been with his entire adult life, the person who's loved and supported him since before he was drafted, could be gone from his life just like that.
If Shane says no, will Brian just break up with him anyway?
"We can try it out," Shane says cautiously. "But I'm not sure - I don't know if I could sleep with someone else."
Briefly, inexplicably, Rozanov flashes through his mind. Shane's heart jumps and he chases the thought away.
Brian gets up, rounding the table to pull Shane in for a kiss. "You're so sweet, but don't say yes just for my benefit. This could be good for both of us. You should at least try."
"...Okay."
Shane can't say he's comfortable with the idea. It feels too much like cheating. But then, he wasn't exactly comfortable with sleeping with Brian at first, either, and that turned out to be one of the best decisions of his life.
Brian smiles at him fondly, stroking Shane's cheek with his thumb. "If it helps, you can think of it like practicing for a game."
The implication sits sour in Shane's gut but he ignores it. Brian's just trying to put it in terms Shane will relate to.
Brian stays the night. Once he's gone, having given Shane a lingering kiss goodbye, Shane pulls up his phone.
He scrolls down to Rozanov's contact. It still feels wrong, but Brian hasn't just given his blessing. He's explicitly encouraged Shane to seek someone else out for no-strings attached sex and if there's one person Shane knows is reliable for it, it's Rozanov.
Besides, it's not like Shane's swimming in other options.
Shane keeps this firmly in mind as he types out his message, ignoring the way his stomach twists in anticipation. He's not excited about this, he reminds himself. This is just an experiment, something he's doing because it will please Brian.
Could we meet up at the awards in private?
His phone buzzes a couple of minutes later with Rozanov's reply.
if you promise not to be a sore loser when i win mvp 😈
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