the horrors persist but DAMMIT SO DO I

she/her, aroace wasian reader of fanfiction & occasional writer (my ao3) currently freaking out about: heated rivalry

[asgardian-poledance]

[sineating]

well?

[ragsy]

[via]

[snowsmoked]

Ilya never gets dementia. He worries about it, with his genetic predisposition and his frequent head injuries. But he never gets it.

His brother does.

His brother calls him, forgetting that Ilya went no-contact with him. Ilya's silent on the phone, listening to Alexei's wife softly explain it to him and take the phone.

He texts Ilya, asking when where he is. Asking who he's playing next game.

Ilya's been retired for over 20 years.

He knows Shane wants to say something, but he never does. He's just quietly supportive.

One day, it's Alexei's wife that calls him. She apologizes for calling. She tells him Alexei doesn't remember her anymore. Or their daughter. He only asks about Ilya and their parents. She offers to delete Ilya's number from his phone.

Ilya declines.

After that, he starts answering the phone. And talking.

Alexei asks where he is. Ilya tells him he's coming home soon. That seems to make Alexei happy.

Alexei asks who Ilya is playing. Ilya says Montreal. Alexei tells him to win or papa will be angry.

Alexei tells him mama made him soup. Ilya tells him that was his daughter. Alexei laughs, he doesn't have a daughter.

He doesn't remember how cruel he was to Ilya. He doesn't remember how much he loved drugs and drinking.

He was so much like Ilya's Alexei, before he started taking after their father. Before he let his anger at their mother consume him. Before he caught Ilya and Sasha and allowed his fear for his little brother to turn into anger and disgust.

One day Ilya offers his wife, Natalia, to have them visit. Their daughter has visited more than once, even stayed with them for a summer after high school. His and Shane's kids tried to teach her hockey.

Natalia regretfully tells him Alexei is not well enough to travel.

Ilya can't travel to them, not while he's married to Shane.

But their phone calls are enough.

About once a week, he gets to speak to a version of his brother than he had dearly missed. He gets to talk about his mama like she's still live, not dead for over 50 years. He gets to talk about the rink he and Alexei used to play hockey at. To talk about the stray cat he and Alexei once hid in their bedroom for a week.

He finds himself looking forward to the phone calls.

And dearly missing when they end.

[gaygoatshane]

he was just sitting there with one shoe on thinking about the massive dick he saw in the showers and how badly he wanted it

[medrawawi]

[medrawawi]

🤲

[saulwexler]

shamed:(

[roycohn]

[trickstarbrave]

BITING YOU BITING YOU BITING YOU

[phantomrose96]

After 13 years of this, it's still funny to me that detailing a full mental breakdown on tumblr is standard fare, but posting a nice selfie is a fraught decision.

[loki-zen]

this is the correct way around and every other social media site is wrong

[lavenderprose]

I know we joke about it all the time but hotel room walls are...GENUINELY very thin. The bit in the HR novel where Shane and Ilya fuck in the shower so that the water drowns out the sounds actually rang as extremely accurate to me. Like, the lack of boundaries that must exist not just for the Centaurs but for ANYBODY who spends a significant amount of time sharing hotel room walls with their teammates is just unbelievable.

Like, on any given roadie the people sharing walls with the Hollanovs can expect to overhear:

- One side of phone calls between Shane and his mother where every third word is FUCK and Shane's voice gets higher the more he works himself up about whatever league drama is pissing him off that week

- Ilya yelling in Russian (Non sex reasons) (He and Svetlana are talking about Matheson in Colorado. Again.)

- Ilya gets hay fever real bad in Seattle and spends an entire night sneezing at EAR SPLITTING volume, each sneeze followed by a, "AHH!" from Shane as he is startled awake. Again.

- The Christmas wish lists of every Pike child and how they're going to be divvy'd up for the year. This conversation takes place in September.

- "I'm telling you, the penalty kill could be a work of fucking art if Haas--oh fuck, right there, don't stop--"

- As stated before, an objectively obnoxious amount of showering is happening. At one point LaPointe turns to Bood and says something to the effect of, "Crazy that Hollander takes TWO showers after every game, I guess he really is superstitious," and Bood just. Chooses not to engage.

- A thunderous and almighty BANG. This is the sound of Ilya's suitcase hitting the floor after it inevitably slides off the bed.

- "Shaaaaane, look at the livestream from the dog hotel--look at how cute! She is so sleepy, she's holding her banana like a baaaaby--"

- Vin Diesel's voice, unimaginably loud, at one AM

- Russian Yelling (Non sex reasons) (Sasha did something stupid)

- "Unh unh unh UNH UNH UNH--" (Squeak. Squeak.)

- Celtics game. Twenty minutes beforehand: "Fuck, Shane, how do I get ESPN on the stupid--Roku stick thing--"

- "Okay, look, your dad played the word veer--is not real word, right? Like, deer with a V? It's real? Shane, we can't let your dad win--no, it's not cheating, he gets Yuna's help--"

- Stuff about Rose Landry's upcoming film that they should probably all sign NDAs for even thinking about.

- Russian Yelling (Sex reasons. Probably. It sounds...ardent.)

- One time, for an entire night, silence. The day immediately preceeding this night and the morning immediately after are best left unspoken about.

- The sound of Shane's fuckass electric toothbrush for WAY too long. Seriously man it cannot be healthy to brush your teeth for that lo--oh. Got it. Okay. Where are my earbuds.

- "I mean, it's not like I'm sixteen anymore, right? It's just that sometimes I think she looks at me and sees a fucking kid still, and I get it, I get it--and fuck, babe, I know it's not fair to feel this way, she's the only mom I'll ever have, and you don't even--ugh--"

- "I'm so terribly sorry the hotel misplaced your bags, Mister Rozanov. If there's any way that we can...make it up to you..." [Giggle. Kissing sound. Kissing sound. Moan.]

- Banging on the wall and, "KEEP IT DOWN, ROOK," the one. Singular. Time. That Holmberg manages to pull on their West Coast roadie. Which may or may not be the beginning of his villain origin story.

[russianblush]

#the way they're both ready to devour each other

[bugslibraryy]

Ilya teaching over eager Shane during the hookup era how to deep throat cock, his thumb hooked inside Shane’s cheek, hand on the back of his neck low voice coaching him through it because Shane had managed to mumble out a “want to do that” when Ilya had taken him to the back of his throat, nose pressed to Shane’s groin as he had swallowed swallowed swallowed him down. Ilya groaning and whispering “good boy” and “nice and messy, make it easier” and “that’s it, breath through your nose and keep going slow take all of it, relax your jaw and let me fill your throat, feel where it belongs”Shane going to fucking molasses over it, his mouth and throat so full and all the instruction and praise making his heart all horny and achy too.

[bugslibraryy]

Ok wait I fell victim to no post night shift nap and passed out but I’m back ! Because I need to say that when Shane gags, because he does- and not a sexy sounding gag but like he thinks oh I’m getting it and he pushes forward too much too fast and like gags hard and has to pull off to swallow against a following gag pushing up his throat- he’s like terrified a little. Because Shane has had bad sex- in terms of, sec he couldn’t perform in and he’s having flashbacks of not being able to get hard for his high-school girlfriends wandering hand and the fucking fear and panic of disappointing someone. But Ilya just clicks his tongue and rubs his thumb over Shane’s mouth and is cupping his jaw in one hand and drawing him up and leaning down to meet Shane half way. He nuzzles their lips together ans kisses next to Shane’s nose. “Ah. Should have known, mr competitive. There is no Stanley cup for sucking cock Hollander, just making me feel good and you feel good da?” And his other hand is rubbing over Shane’s chest, fingers working his nipple in a way that’s making him shivery and keeping him hard.

“Yeah?” Ilya asks and Shane just blinks because his eyes are burning and they aren’t tears not really and then Ilya I asking, “we are good at making you feel good yes? And making me feel good yes?” And to that Shane nods because yes. “Mm then, let me show you this trick too Hollander, how good it feels for both of us” he kisses Shane’s mouth twice and pulls back, gripping his cheeks tighter before softening his touch.

Shane stays where Ilya has pulled him, still on his knees. “You like being good, so be good and listen to me” Ilya whispers and it feels warm, like praise and Shane says “okay” and Ilya says “you want it again?” And Shane nods, flushing and says “yes” and then “please” and Ilya groans and he’s rubbing his cock over Shane’s mouth before pushing in, thumb gently hooking the corner of his mouth. “Like this da? Let me give you it Hollander, you can take it, so good at taking me inside, here too just relax now and breathe” and Shane breaths and focuses on relaxing is jaw, throat, eyes closed and Ilya is giving him little by little. It makes Shane whole body buzz to go slow, but he does, inch by inch as given to him by Ilya.

“There we go” Ilya mutters half to himself and Shane shivers when he feels Ilya in the back of his throat, takes a slow breath instead of letting it spasm, thinks about the wet hot warm pleasure of taking Ilya inside his hole and how he’s made to take it. He is. “Ah. Fucking pretty” Ilya whines and it makes Shane’s ears tingle, cock so fucking hard it’s dripping onto the carpet below him. “Doing good Hollander, fuck. You love it, being good at things, good at my cock” and Shane nods, swallows and lets Ilya sink him all the way down, until he gags soft, able to swallow and relax and breathe.

He stays pin still when he finds a point he can hold Ilya, where his mind whites out and his body starts to fall away from anywhere but where he is holding the shape and weight and size of Ilya, where the saliva is pooling at his lips and chin already.

Ilya’s words are Russian then, cooing low and his hand not hooked by his thumb into the heat of Shane is combing through the top of his hair and then down over the back of his head, petting rhythmically and Shane just sinks and sinks and sinks, heard Ilya mutter “of course, perfect here too” before he cums hands free, messy shooting hot drips that he doesn’t even feel rip through him like an orgasm but more crash through him sweet like a wave and pulling him deeper under tide tide tide. Ilya whines, some of Shane’s cum had hit his feet, shins and he pets Shane’s cheek, warm palm rubbing. He slides his thumb out and traces his wet mouth perfect deep seal.

“Fuck, you’re dripping” Ilya praises and Shane thinks he means his cock but then he feels Ilya’s hand under his chin, smearing wet saliva from under his bottom lip over his throat and down his chest.

Shane’s hard again or maybe never was soft and it makes him fuss, rock his hips and the shifting makes him gag, a small splutter and Ilya is easing him up up. Shane fucking whiiiines at the loss and shakes his head and hands fly up to grip at Ilya’s thighs and Ilya croons, hand cups the side of his face and thumb rubs at his earlobe on the right. “Just half, just half Hollander, god. Then you can have it again. Such a good slut” and Shane is appeased, hums when Ilya’s hand tangles with one of his own.

“Mm just like this, slow and take it all, make that needy cock make a mess for me again and then I’ll fill your throat yes?” Shane’s ears are ringing but he’s nodding, breathing in slow through his mouth and waiting for Ilya to help him bring his head down again, to find that point of total fullness again. Just like they both need.

[ad-wills]

[glowingghosty]

[thevioletcaptain]

[proteusolm]

Crazy to think that seagulls existed before french fries.

[bluebandedagate-reblogs]

Medieval seagull struggling to fly away with an entire purloined potatoe

[symphoniccowboy]

hollanov's separate issues w denial are soo funny . ilya's inner monologue is like i love DANGER & HOT SEX ! which is why i am obsessed with fucking shane hollander who only eats plain steamed fish & bitches me out for having even ONE cigarette & doesn't listen to music because he doesn't "get it" . meanwhile shane is staring grimly at a view overlooking a city skyline like he's batman going "This Horrible Fucked Up Thing Between Us ....... It Has To Stop ." & then the second he gets ilya alone he's like HIIIIIII stupid asshole 🥰 if u dont let me suck your dick right now im going to kill myself . awesome work guys seriously .

[i-fear-gritty]

i think if hollanov decide to have more than one kid at least one of them will be a goalie. and you know that kid is going first in whichever draft they end up in because they practiced on shane fucking hollander and ilya fucking rozanov (because if your dads were casually the two best centres in the nhl and two of the most successful hockey players on the planet, then you defend that net like your life depends on it)

everyone else in that years draft thinks this hollander-rozanov child got picked first out of nepotism (because who the fuck is that desperate to pick a goalie first overall in the draft?) until one day that team’s starting goalie is injured and all of a sudden your scoring chances have gone to hell because you’re trying to get the puck past cerberus, the three headed dog that guards the gates of hell

[captain-price-returns]