shane and yuuri met and became friends while yuuri was training in detroit.... victor and ilya have each others' numbers and have drunk called the other on several different occasions... this is what divine winds have told me šā
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first post for context / see the tag 'open relationship au' for more snippets or the masterlist so kindly put together by @tafkarfanfic. this is the first of (probably) four mhl awards scenes, so big things are coming! this is also the longest snippet so far! this one goes out to the anon who asked for more sex scenes not fading to black š
MHL Awards, 2015
Shane texts Ilya his room number just as he's arriving at the hotel. Taking it as the invitation it's clearly meant to be, Ilya checks in to his own room before heading straight for Shane's.
He's the one in the penthouse this time. Ilya appreciates the full circle moment but the reminder of the last time they were in Vegas also sets off a spark of anxiety in his gut.
A whole year they've been doing this, and what has changed? Shane is still with his useless boyfriend. Cracks have started to form in the foundation of their relationship but Ilya isn't sure what more he could be doing to encourage their growth. A part of him still can't believe it didn't end the moment Brian caught them together.
If Ilya only had more opportunities to see Shane - but such thinking is especially useless now, when he's about to head to Russia in just a couple of days.
He'll have to make today count.
He knocks. Just a couple of seconds later the door swings open. There's a teasing comment on the tip of Ilya's tongue about Shane's eagerness to see him but it dies swiftly as Ilya actually looks at him.
Fuck, he looks good.
He's even more beautiful than Ilya remembered, somehow. There's a new air of confidence to him. Not that Shane has ever been anything but fully secure in his skills, but Ilya has never seen him carry that off the ice in this way.
"Get in," Shane urges quietly, and Ilya obeys.
"Winning looks good on you, Hollander," Ilya tells him as soon as the door has shut.
Shane smiles, quietly satisfied. "Yeah?"
"Yes," Ilya says, and reaches for him, unable to go another second without kissing him.
Shane breathes sharply against his lips, startled even as his arms wrap around Ilya's shoulders, pulling him closer. Ilya backs him into the wall, presses their bodies together. It's like a knot has come loose in his chest, feeling Shane against him like this. He missed this.
"Winning feels good," Shane breathes as their lips briefly part. "You didn't tell me."
"You wanted me to rub it in more?"
Shane laughs and kisses him again. Ravenous and impatient with it, Ilya reaches down and wraps his hands around Shane's thighs, lifting him off the ground. Shane gasps, hips twitching, the hard line of his cock pressing against Ilya's stomach.
The bed is farther away than Ilya accounted for and his arms are trembling when he finally reaches it. He deposits Shane gracelessly onto the mattress, making him bounce.
"Smooth," Shane says with a smile, tugging on Ilya's shirt to pull him close.
Ilya obliges, climbing on top of him and straddling him. "Ungrateful," he tuts. "Next time, I will drop you on your ass."
"You won't," Shane says confidently. "You like my ass too much."
Ilya snakes his hand around Shane's waist, reaching down to grab a handful and squeeze. "Hm, maybe. Is a very good ass."
He dips his head, kissing a trail down the column of Shane's neck and grinning at the way Shane melts. Ilya bites down, Shane's skin soft and warm underneath his teeth. He wants to bite him everywhere, wants Shane covered in reminders of him. Wants to draw blood, sometimes, feel it spilling hot on his tongue. It drives him crazy, this gnawing hunger he has for Shane.
"No marks," Shane says belatedly, sounding dazed, and Ilya pulls away.
"No fun."
"I'm about to be on stage in front of a bunch of our colleagues," Shane reminds him.
Ilya smirks. "You are so sure you will MVP?"
Shane shrugs, unrepentant. It's bordering on cocky, or it would be if Shane didn't have the talent and record to back it up. Still, Ilya doesn't think he would admit it to anyone else. The thought thrills him.
"And what does Mr. MVP want as his reward?" Ilya teases.
"I want you to fuck me," Shane says immediately.
Ilya raises his eyebrows. As if today was going to end any other way?
"Now," Shane adds. "I want it so hard I feel you all night, while Iām up on that stage."
Ilya's cock pulses hotly at the thought. Shane Hollander, MVP and Golden Boy, giving his polite little speech in front of all of the most important people in the league while aching with the reminder of Ilya's cock inside of him. Limping ever so slightly, enough maybe for people to notice, if Ilya fucks him hard enough. They wouldn't know why, but it would be enough for Ilya that they'd see it.
A quiet way for him to mark Shane as his, in front of the whole world.
"Yes?" Ilya says, voice low and rough. "You want everyone know what a slut you are for me?"
Shane swallows, pupils blown wide as he stares up at Ilya.
"You want them to know that even though you are Stanley Cup champion, you still bend over for my cock?"
"Fuck," Shane whines, squirming where Ilya has him pinned down by the hips. Then, "Yes. Please."
He moves to sit up and Ilya lets him, the two of them pulling off each other's clothes with clumsy eagerness. Shane's cock is dripping when Ilya finally tugs it free from his underwear and Ilya gives it a couple of quick, teasing jerks that have Shane whimpering when he pulls away.
"Spread," Ilya says, and then pushes Shane's legs apart anyway, because he likes the feel of those powerful muscles giving so easily at his touch.
He pulls the lube and a condom from the nightstand, grinning at the way Shane's dark eyes track him hungrily.
"Eager for it," Ilya teases.
Shane blushes, pink and splotchy down to his chest. "Yeah."
Ilya leans in, kissing him as he presses the first two fingers inside. It's a stretch but Shane moves his hips into it shamelessly, moans muffled against Ilya's lips.
Ilya fucks him quick and rough, adding another finger as soon as he can. They're both eager for it and they don't have much time for gentle prep.
They'll have more time tonight; Ilya will take Shane apart then. Fuck him until he's crying and still begging for more, until he's got that faraway, fuck-drunk look in his eyes.
"''M ready," Shane says, humping impatiently into the air.
Ilya curses and pulls his fingers out. He's just rolled the condom on when Shane's phone starts ringing.
Shane throws his head against the pillow, groaning.
"Don't answer," Ilya tells him.
"It's Brian," Shane mutters. "Only he has this ringtone. It's so I know not to answer in public."
"Okay," Ilya says. "Don't answer."
He pushes the head of his dick against Shane's rim, feeling it flutter. Shane moans, pushing his hips into Ilya's touch, phone forgotten.
And then it starts ringing again.
Ilya bites out a curse as Shane goes tense against him. He pulls away, trying not to pout when Shane sits up.
"It could be an emergency," Shane says, apologetic. He angles the phone away from Ilya as he answers, "Hey, what's up?"
Ilya can faintly hear Brian's obnoxious voice from the other end of the line, but he can't make out any words. Shane's expression is tense, eyebrows drawn, and Ilya can't tell if he's annoyed they were interrupted or, for some inexplicable reason, feeling guilty they were caught.
"Yeah," Shane says. "Yeah, just checked in."
Then again, they haven't actually been caught. Brian doesn't know that Ilya's there, sitting naked in bed with his boyfriend, Shane's hole worked open where just moments ago it was clenching tightly around Ilya's fingers.
Ilya grins.
"Ceremony's in four hours," Shane continues. "It's pretty long, yeah."
Ilya lifts his hand, placing it on Shane's thigh. Shane's eyes dart up to meet his, widening in alarm.
"What are you doing?" he whispers, tucking the phone against his neck.
"Don't think about it," Ilya says, inching his hand higher. "Talk to your boyfriend, he has something important to say, yes?"
Shane glares at him, moving to pull his leg away. He stills when Ilya's grip tightens and just stares, cheeks growing redder, as Ilya pushes his thighs apart again.
"Uh," Shane says, eyes snapping back into focus. "Sorry, I missed that, what'd you say?"
Ilya settles between Shane's leg, hard cock grazing his inner thigh. Shane's eyes follow it, wide and bewildered. He looks so sweet like that, a startled rabbit; it makes Ilya want to bite him even more.
Ilya moves his hand down and Shane's own hand twitches, as if to grab it and stop him. He doesn't, and when Ilya's fingers rub at his hole, one fingertip dipping inside, he practically melts into it.
"That's, uh, Davis from accounting, right?" Shane says in response to Brian's inane chatter. "Uh-huh."
Enough teasing, Ilya decides. He grabs both of Shane's legs, pushing them against his chest. Shane lets out a small, shocked sound as he tumbles backwards flat on the mattress, cut off by a gasp as Ilya fucks his cock inside of him in one smooth movement.
"S-sorry," Shane says, hand grabbing uselessly at Ilya's shoulder as he starts to fuck him, thrusts slow and shallow. "Just, ah, dropped something."
Ilya smirks. He lets go off one of Shane's legs, reaching up to cup his chest and pinch at his nipple. Shane's mouth pinches at the effort to keep quiet, inhaling sharply through his nostrils.
"Yeah," he says, voice tight. "Right."
Ilya fucks into him, cock buried to the root, and Shane throws his arm out, phone out of reach just in time as he groans, "Oh my fucking God."
"Mute him," Ilya suggests mildly, as if he isn't just as affected, sweat prickling at his forehead and abs clenched at the effort of not fucking into Shane again.
Shane puts the phone against his ear again. "Sorry, I gotta - someone's at the door."
He mutes it and throws it down on the mattress, and Ilya lets out a satisfied laugh as he starts fucking him in long, hard strokes. Shane's legs wrap around his waist, pulling him in tighter, chanting, "Fuck, there, right there, oh God, fuck -"
Ilya reaches between them, pumping Shane's dick a few times. Shane comes with a shocked sounding "oh my God", cock pulsing wetly in Ilya's hand.
Ilya slows his thrusts, stopping as Shane reaches for the phone again. He unmutes it, letting out a few gasps before holding it to his ear.
"Sorry," he says breathlessly. He probably couldn't sound more freshly fucked if he tried. "I just - someone was - sorry."
"You've been so scatterbrained since you won that cup, I swear," comes Brian's tinny voice from the speakers. Shane's eyes widen as he realizes his mistake, but Brian goes on, clueless to his audience. "Anyway, I was just saying that Davis' plans with his girlfriend's cottage fell through."
Shane puts his hand over Ilya's mouth - rude, like Ilya doesn't know when to shut up - and responds, "Right, so the trip with the guys this weekend isn't happening?"
"It is, actually," Brian says, sounding pleased. "I suggested we do something different this year. Vegas."
Fuck. Ilya knows where this is headed. So does Shane, judging by the way he pales.
"Vegas?" Shane repeats weakly.
"We flew in yesterday," Brian says. "Surprise!"
Shane blinks up at Ilya, stunned. Ilya stares back down at him.
Slowly, Ilya reaches up and moves Shane's hand from his mouth.
"Shane?" Brian says.
"He'll call you back," Ilya says, and takes the phone from Shane's hand.
re-learning how to ask for help before it's an emergency will help you get rid of the feeling that you're always having to drag other people into your emergencies btw
if you really think it's not fair to keep asking people to step in when things have already gone to shit and it's gonna be super stressful to them, the realistic solution is to ask for help before things have a chance to turn into a crisis so that the help needed is more minor, not to magically become the one person on all of planet earth that never needs help
and if people get mad at you for asking for help on something minor, that's a sign you need different people in your life. I promise there are plenty of people who are not just willing to help a friend, but excited at the opportunity to feel helpful and like you want them in your life!
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starting the countdown until gaylors start saying that Adam Sandler officiating Taylor's wedding (sorry if this is how you found out) is actually proof that it's a sham because it's a reference to I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry (2007), in which Sandler and Kevin James play heterosexual men who enter a mutually beneficial fake gay marriage, a dynamic that Taylor is inverting as a queer woman pretending to be straight while cleverly flagging the obvious farce to those with the eyes to see
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I am a fan of the dynamic where there's no leak and Shane moves to the Cens of his own accord and then Shane and Ilya never come out exactly but they just live openly and all these dumbass hockey players are just like
"Oh yeah they're just like that. They live together and room together and vacation together and get mad if they're separated on the bench. And they kiss in the locker room sometimes but it's you know. They're joking around. Good guys. Gay? Well---no I don't think so. I mean that's weird. Roz is a pussy hound. I mean I've never seen him with a woman but you know he is. Anyway Hollander had that whole thing with Rose Landry and he still talks about her, I think he's still hung up on her. Poor guy. I did walk in on Hollander sleeping on Roz's lap the other day but they were just getting in sync for power play you know? You reporters always want to make everything gay it's so weird. What do you mean 'why do they kiss so much' they're the top goal scoring duo in the league"
A sick wizard castle with a nondescript van painted on the side. A gothy pin-up girl with the portrait of a random trucker tattooed on her thigh. A bathroom-themed beach vacation. A beautiful brightly coloured cupcake that tastes like soap.
Jesus with a portrait of my grandma on his wall. A scimitar-wielding fantasy protagonist reading about the adventures of sixth-grader Kelsey. A National Park with a framed print of somebodyās living room.
Hi everyone!
This is an illustrated guide I made as part of my co-admining work at The Middle Eastern Feminist on Facebook! It will be published there shortly.Ā
The technique that is displayed here is a genuine one used in psychology - I forgot the name and couldnāt find it again so if you know about it, feel free to tell me!
Some could say: āYes but you can use that technique for instances of harassment other than Islamophobic attacks!ā, and my reply is: Sure! Please do so, it also works for other ātypesā of harassment of a lone person in a public space!!
However Iām focusing on protecting Muslims here, as they have been very specific targets lately, and as a French Middle Eastern woman, I wanted to try and do something to raise awareness on how to help when such things happen before our eyes - that way one cannot say they ādidnāt know what to doā!Ā
Iād like to insist on two things:
1) Do not, in any way, interact with the attacker. You must absolutely ignore them and focus entirely on the person being attacked!
2) Please make sure to always respect the wishes of the person youāre helping: whether they want you to leave quickly afterwards, or not! If youāre in a hurry escort them to a place where someone else can take over - call one of their friends, or one of yours, of if they want to, the police. It all depends on how they feel!
For my fellow French-speakers: I will translate it in French and post it on my page as soon as I can :)
Please donāt hesitate to share this guide as it could push a lot of people to overcome bystander syndrome!!
Lots of love and stay safe!
PS: I you repost this cartoon of mine on twitter or instagram, please add me in the post so I can see it, with @itsmaeril :)
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