adykecalledCJ

A drawing of a person with a curly mullet/wolf cut hairstyle, blue eyes, and reddish pink caucasion skin. They're wearing a white turtleneck and a green sweatervest and lots of earrings and necklaces.



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    "We have to get the rookies together," Ilya announces without preamble.

    "Jesus," Shane mutters. Talk about subtle. "Have you ever left anything alone for once in your life?"

    He grins. "No. Is how I got you!"

    Or: There's a new rookie in town. Luca Haas is handling this just fine.

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    24 Apr 2026

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    The camera is zooming slowly in on Shane, sitting on a bench in a locker room with his gear most of the way on, starting to lace up his skates. There’s a steaming hot coffee in a paper cup and a donut set neatly on a napkin on the bench beside him. Text appears in the space above the items and proclaims: Extra fuel, for when it’s time to cream Boston.

    Dunkin’ Donuts puts Ilya in an ad campaign. Tim Hortons responds in kind. After years of on-ice rivalry, this might actually be the thing that causes the hottest point of contention.

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    24 Apr 2026

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    Shane rolls his eyes and spits onto the ice. “Gonna play a clean game, Rozanov?”

    Ilya laughs. “Unless you give me reason not to, Hollander.”

    “That’s pretty weak.”

    “Just like your backhand.”

    “Oh fuck off.”

    Ilya shakes his head, tutting. “Not good enough, Hollander, sorry. Want to try again?”

    Shane huffs. “Don’t have time, gonna be busy kicking your ass.”

    Ilya glances at the warm up timer, realizing belatedly that they actually only have a few more minutes. “Alright, fine. I will be expecting better during the game!”

    “Expect whatever you want, Rozanov.” Shane pauses. “Except for winning. You’re not getting that.”

    “Ooh, good one! Keep ‘em coming!”

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    In which Shane and Ilya are mic'd up during a Voyagers v Centaurs game. They get into a chirp-off. That's is.

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    23 Apr 2026

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    Ilya and Shane soulbond with a handshake in a freezing parking lot in Saskatchewan. It actually doesn’t change very much, until Shane’s concussion drives everything haywire, forcing them into close proximity and an earlier confrontation with all the feelings they’ve been trying to ignore.

    Or: as it turns out, it’s easier than you’d think to be in someone’s head and still not know how they feel.

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    23 Apr 2026

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    A series of somewhat haphazardly connected social media fics that take inspo from pop/stan culture

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    22 Apr 2026