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    100 Ways to Say 'I Love You' fics featuring Stanner, Stucky, and Spideypool

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  1. Public Bookmark 34

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    Ilya Rozanov can't understand what's so great about Shane Hollander. He's a conceited, vain, and superficial celebrity who only cares about money and his music. Probably. Ilya can never remember exactly what he dislikes about the man when Hollander looks at him with his mesmerizing eyes and lets him fuck him the way Ilya likes.

    Whatever, he's never had such strong principles anyway.

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    08 Feb 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 12

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    “Oh my god, you really don’t know?” Keeley asks almost pitying him.

    “Know about what, Keeley? Suddenly a lot of fucking reporters that should know by now I don’t answer that kinds of fucking questions and they are asking me about my couch? Is journalism dead?” Roy asks getting increasingly exasperated.

    Keeley laughs.

    “Yes, babes, it’s dead. Been dead for a while, actually,” Keeley says and hesitates “It’s because of Jamie.”

    What the fuck.

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    or, jamie talks on national tv about roy's couch and roy doesn't like it one bit

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    07 Feb 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 40

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    “I’m off. If you need it. We can swap whenever.” His thumb traced the line where the fourteenth sat.

    Bradley’s breath hitched. He was blushing, the soft skin at his neck flushing under the strip of light. His eyes dropped to Benson’s mouth, a small, almost hungry dart before flicking back up to meet his gaze.

    “Thanks,” Bradley tucked a loose curl behind his ear. “I’ll ask my mom tonight.”

    Swapping meant he might pick up Bradley’s early shift and snag extra night runs, an extra thirty to fifty a night if he pushed. It meant an extra eighty across a couple of days, enough to keep from pacing in his head for a little while.

    It didn't stop the image from popping into his brain though, Bradley in his back seat, eyes peering up at him, wide and open, asking Benson to touch him.

     

    Or, Benson works three jobs to stay afloat and he delivers to Randy's home when he's all alone.

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    06 Feb 2026

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    Ilya hums, playing the card he's been considering for this entire conversation. “We could make more interesting, yes? A bet.”

    “A bet,” Shane repeats, eyes flashing. “Like what?”

    The reporter cuts in. “What about wearing the other player’s jersey?”

    They both turn to her, and Shane says, “Like, the loser wears the winner’s jersey?”

    “Maybe at the next game in a couple of months?”

    “Is a good idea,” Ilya muses, nudging Shane’s elbow. “You will look better in my jersey than in Montreal jersey.”

    Shane makes a low noise, his eyes holding a bit of a spark when he looks back to Ilya. It’s what Ilya was hoping for—the tiniest crack in the mask. He can see a hint of exasperated affection around the corners of Shane’s eyes, a little bit of fire burning just beneath the surface. It sends a thrill down Ilya’s spine, and he wonders if Shane will be snarky when Ilya gets him naked tonight.

    “That’s not happening,” Shane replies, shaking his head. “Because you’re not winning.”

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    Ilya should have known better.

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    06 Feb 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 21

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    “What… do I smell like?” Randy breathed.

    Benson’s lips twitched. His thumb stroked along Randy’s cheekbone.

    “You want me to be honest?”

    Randy nodded, too quickly, the motion dizzying.

    Benson took a slow breath in through his nose, eyes drifting over Randy’s flushed face.

    “Usually,” he murmured, voice softer than Randy had ever heard it, “You smell like lavender.”

    Randy’s breath caught.

    Benson’s hand slid from his temple to his jaw, thumb brushing along the hinge.

    “But right now…” Benson’s pupils spreading just a little. He swallowed, throat bobbing. “Right now you smell like slick.”

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    Or, Randy goes into his first heat while on the run with Benson.

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