Finn 🦕

sfw agere blog⭐️toddler/kiddo⭐️he/him

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Hello! You can call me Finn or Finny and this is my agere blog!

About me: my big age is 22, and I regress to toddler/kid age (~6 give or take a few years). I’m a trans guy (he/him only please!) and autistic. My special interest is film and tv, and I like dinos and space and my favourite colour is blue! There might be some cursing on this blog (limited but uncensored), and mentions of weed (very limited and always censored)

DNI: any kink/abdl/whatever blog, under 15 (this blog is sfw but that’s just what I’m comfy with), terfs, homophobes, racists, zionists, etc.

Might add more as I figure things out but that’s all for now!! Have a good day everyone :D

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currently wishing i was small enough to be put in one of these again :c

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wahhh i wanna post hockeyrpf stuff on here but idk how hockey or agere people will feel about that

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Juraj Slafkovsky, Arber Xhekaj & Lane Hutson Agere Moodboard

Two big brothers and their baby brother, Juraj and Arber regress to their teens most times while Lane regresses a lot younger.

Juraj and Arber don't care much for cute things, they don't consume any kids content on their own but when Lane wants to, they are practically jumping at it.

Lane loves carebears and calico critters, he finds them cool and cute. He is always bringing his things to his brothers and saying "us!"

Arber is happy to get Lane whatever he wants, the kid probably owns every carebear plushie known to man. Juraj also gets Lane things, but it's mostly food since he thinks there's so many plushies that it's a hazard.

They always eat on the same plates as Lane, and mostly the same stuff since they know Lane likes it.

Lane wants to be like his big brothers, which once resulted in him trying to stop being so little. He stopped watching his shows, playing with toys and carrying a plushie everywhere...

Arber and Juraj had quickly caught on, so they started turning on kids shows so it seemed like they liked watching them, they asked if Lane wanted to play with them and would play with eachother, then they got their own carebears to carry around.

Lane eventually went back to his usual self of loving kid things, and they all had a talk. He still wants to be like his big brothers, but only when he grows up... he's happy enjoying his little life.

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baby blue pacifiers & sippy cups <33

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i have not ssen this movie

hiwerver...

"grace baby question?? babbaby??? grace baby baby time now?? question?????? :0"

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omgggg why do I take shit personally holy shittt I hate myself I literally do it to myself just off me atp

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blehhh i feel icky n idk ehy

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myyy blankettt yayyayaayayayayay

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:DDDD :l;;; :ppp ;ppppp :OoooooOOO :OOO :oooo :o :p ;p :D :))))))) :C :c :D :l :I :p :p

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scrunchhhhhh

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Cg!HaydenPike and Little!Ilya

Part 2

pairing: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov Hayden

Pike/Jackie Pike

desc: after Shane's injury which leads to a night in the hospital, Ilya and pike find themselves in each others company and llya regresses so Hayden takes care of him!

Hayden hangs up with a sigh. He sees his phone is dry of important notifications, only having some spam and work emails. He closes his phone and opens the door to see Ilya now sucking his thumb, just watching Shane with watery eyes.

“Ilya… you okay?”

“‘Ay-den…” Ilya doesn’t take his thumb away.

“Uhm…” Hayden rakes his brain, thinking what to do. “Want a uh… juice box or something, bud?”

“Da…”

“Okay, bud. Anything else?”

“Uh… do you have m’… ‘ippy cup wif Kiko Wiki…”

“A sippy cup… with Kiko Wiki. Sure. Why not.”

“Is at home…”

“Okay, can I get you a straw and a juice box instead?”

Ilya nods. He could do with a normal one. Maybe Hayden could turn on Kiko Riki for him to watch instead.

“Do you want snacks too, bud?”

“Da.”

When Hayden comes back, Ilya looks up and does grabby arms for the apple slices.

“‘Juice, ‘Ay-den?”

Hayden puts them down for him—the apple slices and juice.

“Yeah, Ilya. Here’s the apple juice, bud.”

Ilya nods frantically, his thumb slipping slightly from his mouth.

“Don’t worry, little guy. Here, I’ll fix the straw up.”

Ilya takes a sip to make sure it’s up to his taste before nodding.

“Is good. Fank chu, ‘Ay-den.” Ilya drinks his apple juice until he squeezes the empty bottle.

“Very welcome. Want another one, bud?”

“Da.”

“You’ll get a sugar rush like this, bud.”

Ilya just blinks up at him and finishes his second box.

“Jesus, you’re gonna be bouncing off the walls with all that sugar, Ilya.” Hayden takes the box from him and throws it in the trash.

“… больше…” Ilya points at the six-pack of juice Hayden got.

“…More?” he repeats in disbelief. “You’re already on your second juice box.”

A pause as he stares down at Ilya, who is just looking at him with his lips parted like he has something to say but doesn’t know how.

“…Fine. One more. But then you have to sleep for a bit.”

“Nuh-uh. Neyt!” Ilya’s face changes into a mad, pouty expression.

“No more after this one, bud. Sorry.”

“Neyt, neyt, neyt!” Ilya gets up and stomps around angrily. Oh, so he was that type of kid, Hayden thought.

“Oh, come on, kid. Stomping around like that won’t get you another juice box, you know.”

Ilya sighs and sits back down. He wants his juice box.

Hayden watches Ilya huff and plop back down, pouting. He grabs another juice box from the table but holds it just out of reach.

“…Say ‘please’ first.”

“P… pozha-lustwa…” he mumbles.

“Close enough.” He hands Ilya the juice box, shaking his head slightly.

Ilya takes his juice box and drinks it still very quickly. Hayden would have savored it if he were in Ilya’s place, since Ilya wasn’t getting another one.

“Slow down, kid. Keep chugging it like that and you’ll end up puking.”

Ilya slows down. He finishes it still pretty quick, but at least a little slower than before.

“Now you’re gonna be hyper, then crash hard later,” Hayden mumbles. He had enough kids to know how this thing works by now.

Ilya finishes up his apple slices, then goes next to Shane, then starts to go around the room checking it out curiously.

“‘Ay-den…” Ilya picks up a box of tissues—it was all he could find—and starts to take them out and scatter them all over the place.

“Hey—hey! No, no, no,” he says quickly. “Put those back.”

“‘Ap-kwins…” Ilya points at the napkins on the floor.

Hayden takes the box from him with a bit of struggle, and then Ilya hmphs and goes up to Hayden.

“Bleh!” He sticks his tongue out at him and goes to take back the napkins.

Hayden couldn’t fight back Ilya’s tough grip as he snatched back the napkins.

“Excuse me? Kid, put those down. Now. You have ’til the count of three…” Hayden puts on his best dad voice.

Ilya looks at him and holds the napkins tighter.

“Neyt…”

“No? Come here.” He makes a come-hither motion with his finger, his tone firm.

“Neyt, neyt, neyt!” Ilya stomps around and throws the tissues. Hayden tries to get ahold of him, but Ilya doesn’t want to listen. He stomps and goes to Shane, holds his hand, and jumps.

“Oh my—Ilya, stop that. You’re going to wake him up—”

“Wan Shane to ‘wake up!”

He rushes over to grab Ilya by the wrist before he can shake Shane harder.

“You don’t want him waking up right now, kiddo.”

Ilya loosens his grip and just looks at Hayden with those same sad eyes as before, his mouth open. He thinks for a bit, then finally finds the words.

“Miss him…”

Hayden’s grip on Ilya loosens slightly, his chest tightening at the quiet confession. The kid isn’t just being stubborn; he just misses Shane. He’s lonely.

“…I know,” his voice softens. “But he needs to sleep. He can’t talk to you right now.”

A pause as he studies Ilya’s face—the pouty lip, the tired eyes starting to water a little.

“C’mon… let me take you somewhere else for a bit.”

“Hmph…” Ilya looks at Shane one last time before taking Hayden’s hand.

“You’ll see him soon, okay? He’s not going anywhere.”

Hayden tries to soothe him, but as they’re walking out of the room, Ilya starts to tear up and sniffle.

“Hey…” he stops walking. They didn’t have to hide; the hospital was empty. It was a private clinic, and this late at night, no one was wandering.

“Don’t do that. You’re okay.” He pulls Ilya in for a hug. “…You just miss him? Huh, kid?”

“Da…”

Hayden pulls Ilya closer, rubbing the taller’s back to soothe him.

“I know, kiddo, but he’s gonna wake up soon. He needs to rest to be okay, okay?”

Ilya doesn’t reply; he sniffs. Hayden thinks for a bit, then:

“How about we go out for a walk or a ride?”

Ilya shakes his head yes, but he starts to cry into Hayden’s chest.

“Skuchayu… Shane, p pozhalustya…”

He hushes him gently, continuing to rock Ilya slowly back and forth.

“I know… I know you want him, little one. But I’ve got you right now. So you’ll have to settle for me, okay?”

“W… wittle bit? Pwogul ya ’sya… tow’a ow pwo’awwya…”

Ilya babbles in Russian. Hayden can’t understand.

“I… I don’t get what you’re saying. Point or show me?” he says as he wipes Ilya’s tears with his thumb.

Ilya thinks for a little, then points at Shane.

“Budi’…”

He then makes a walking motion.

“Sorry, kiddo. He needs sleep.”

“Hmph… Den… uh, Mak-dowandls…”

Hayden blinks as Ilya mumbles something about “Mak dowandls.”

“…Mak what?” he asks. “Ilya. What are you even saying?”

A pause as he wipes at Ilya’s tears again. “You want me to make you… something? Like what?”

“Mak Donald, ‘Ay-den!”

He can’t help but laugh, his expression softening as he realizes what Ilya’s trying to ask for.

“McDonald’s, baby?” he repeats, amused. “You want McDonald’s?”

“Mhm…” Ilya nods and holds Hayden’s hand, wanting to go running to the elevator door.

“Okay, okay… calm down. We’re gonna go to McDonald’s. Stop trying to rip my arm off!”

Ilya stops suddenly.

“‘Ay-den!” Ilya points at a sports car through the window he saw passing by. “Vwoommmm vwooom!” Ilya pretends to be driving a car as he lifts his arms and steers an invisible steering wheel around Hayden. “Vwooommm vwoom!! Beep beep, ‘Ay-den!”

“Oof! Look out, you almost hit me!”

Ilya races down the hospital halls to the elevator, making vroom sounds. Hayden walks behind him. Ilya clicks the button excitedly before Hayden comes.

They get inside the elevator, and Hayden and Ilya stand close to each other as a random man is with them. Ilya looks at Hayden and slips a thumb in his mouth.

“Uhh, ground floor?” the man asks, not really caring about what Ilya was doing.

Hayden nods. “Yes, thank you.”

They get into Hayden’s car. Ilya gets in the backseat.

“Bowin’ caw, ‘Ay-den…”

Hayden looks back and raises an eyebrow. “It’s a safe car, is what it is. Jackie picked it out.”

“Bowinnnng! Hehe…” Ilya is giggling at his joke.

“Okay, kiddo. Buckle up or no McDonald’s. I wanna hear it buckle!” Hayden says as he starts up the car.

“Hab a spowt caw. Dis is bowing…”

(Have a sports car. This is a boring car.)

Ilya babbles as he puts his seatbelt on; it snaps on with a click!

“Boring car, huh?” he teases, pulling out of the hospital parking lot. “Well, sorry to break it to you, but this ‘boring’ car is the only way you’re getting your McDonald’s. So buckle up and shut up, pipsqueak.”

“Hehe. Pipsqueak…?”

“Yeah, pipsqueak.” Hayden looks through the rearview to make sure he’s okay.

“Uhm… what it mean?”

“It means little. Small,” he answers, a teasing lilt in his voice. “Tiny. Like you.”

“Small… tiny… Wike me…”

Hearing Ilya parroting back “small” and “tiny” makes Hayden chuckle.

“Exactly. You’re tiny. Little pipsqueak, you. Barely even three years old and still sucking your thumb.” He ruffles Ilya’s hair affectionately as he stops at a red light.

Ilya’s face morphs into a smile—a wide, bright white smile—and he looks out the window.

“‘Ay-den…”

“Yeah?” he replies, his tone soft and affectionate. “You need something, pipsqueak?”

“Muzyka?..”

Hayden turns on a kids’ radio; it was already the first thing to come on.

“Is that good, kiddo?”

“Da!” Ilya says enthusiastically from behind.

They pull up to the McDonald’s drive-thru. Hayden lowers the volume and asks Ilya what he wants.

“Mc Gwiddle!”

“Oh, sorry, pipsqueak. They don’t have that; it’s mornings only.”

“Neyt! Mc Gwiddle!”

“It’s too late for that. What else do you want? A Happy Meal?”

“Hmph… why? Nye ponimayet.”

“Because McDonald’s only makes them for breakfast,” Hayden explains. Ilya still isn’t satisfied, but he’s listening. “It’s lunchtime now, pipsqueak. They can’t keep making breakfast food all day.”

He pauses, turning back to see if Ilya’s expression changed.

“…But they have Happy Meals. How about you have that instead?”

“I… I… da. Happy meal. Nuggies n’ a buguh.”

“Great. Nuggets and a burger.”

He turns forward and rolls up to the order kiosk, rolling down the window to speak into the speaker.

“Hello. Can I have a Happy Meal with six-piece nuggets and a cheeseburger, please?”

“Buguh! Wif fwies… ‘Appy meal! ‘Ay-den, ‘Ay-den, ‘Appy meal!!”

Ilya yells out from behind, kicking Hayden’s seat.

“Shhh! Calm down, pipsqueak,” he chides, but there’s no real bite to it. He glances back and grins. “That’s what I’m trying to order, you little maniac.”

“Otay. Fank chu, ‘Ay-den…”

“You’re welcome, pipsqueak,” he mutters, fighting against the urge to smile. He rolls his eyes, but he’s not mad in the least. “Quit kicking my seat, or I’m not getting you any toys with your Happy Meal.”

They get the food, and Hayden puts it in the back. Ilya wants to start eating; he reaches for the food that Hayden put beside him.

“Hey, no, wait. Let’s get home first.”

Ilya pouts and sneaks a fry into his mouth but doesn’t eat more, not wanting to get his toy taken away.

Hayden raises the music, and Ilya smiles and bounces his head to it.

“Dyadya ‘Ay-den…”

“Yeah?” he replies, glancing back at Ilya through the rearview mirror. “What is it, pipsqueak?”

“Dyadya ‘Ay-den!”

“I can hear you; no need to shout.”

“Uh… w… whewe da caw goin’?”

“Home. We’re going home. Maybe take a short nap, Ilya?”

“Home? Dyadya’s home?”

“Yeah, my place. You’re crashing with me tonight.”

A pause as he flicks on the turn signal again.

“…Unless you wanna stay in a hospital?”

Ilya shakes his head no. The hospital is sad and scary, and… he doesn’t like it.

“Is otay…?”

“Of course it’s okay,” he clarifies, his tone reassuring. “You’re not staying alone in a hospital, pipsqueak. You’re staying with me. Got it?”

“Da…”

Ilya falls asleep, head against the glass of the window, holding onto a blanket one of Hayden’s kids must’ve left in the car. Hayden lowers the volume of the music when he hears soft snores.

As Hayden parks the car in the driveway, he pulls up Google Translate and types in “Dyadya.” His phone chimes as the translation flashes on screen: “Uncle.”

He stares at it for a second, blinking.

“…Huh.”

He glances back at Ilya, still dead asleep in the backseat. His throat feels weirdly thick all of a sudden.

Hayden gets out of the car. He can’t pick up Ilya, so he just goes to the backseat and nudges him until he wakes up. Ilya looks up and grumbles in Russian before getting out and going to the door. Hayden gets the McDonald’s bags and follows him.

He opens the door with his key. Hayden’s house is quiet. He makes a “shhh” hand signal to Ilya as they tiptoe to the guest room. Hayden closes the door with a sigh of relief behind him.

“You can talk now, buddy.”

“Dyadya…” Ilya mumbles, very tired, and points at the food bag.

“Eat fast before you pass out on me. And don’t choke; I’m not doing CPR on a nugget.”

Ilya giggles as he eats his food happily. Hayden knows eating is banned on the bed, but he’ll let it slide this time.

Ilya finishes his burger and puts the empty wrapper in the bag. He eats his nuggets and fries. Hayden is sitting with him on the bed, eating his own meal.

Ilya is sipping on his apple juice before he gives it to Hayden.

“Dyadya, I wanna ‘ippy cup…”

“You want your juice in one of those bottles?”

“Da…” Ilya eats Hayden’s fries as Hayden gets a sippy cup from the kitchen. He finds one unopened gift they got at a white elephant, washes it, and puts the juice in it.

Hayden comes back and hands him the sippy cup.

“Drink slowly, Ilya.”

“Fank chu, dyadya…”

Ilya gets into bed properly, puts his sippy cup on the bedside table, and cuddles up into a ball with his blanket as Hayden cleans up the food.

He finishes cleaning up the wrappers and tosses them in the trash before turning back to Ilya.

“My room’s right outside if you need me. Goodnight, pipsqueak.”

“Nochi, dyadya…” Ilya mumbles as he slips his thumb into his mouth, a telltale sign he’s falling deeper into sleep.

Hayden looks at him one last time, and Ilya opens one eye and then says a bit louder, though it’s muffled by his thumb:

“Spasibo, dyadya…”

Hayden keeps the night light on. He closes the door but makes sure the heater is on. When he closes the door, he smiles softly to himself, still holding the McDonald’s bag and remembering he needs to take out the trash.

tysmmm hope you enjoyed, finally done!! Yayay!

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Cg!HaydenPike and Little!Ilya

Part 1

pairing: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov

Hayden Pike/Jackie Pike

desc: after Shane's injury which leads to a night in the hospital, Ilya and pike find themselves in each others company and llya regresses so Hayden takes care of him!

Shane gets checked against the boards by Ivan and goes down. It wasn’t his first game against the Voyageurs since signing with Ottawa, but this time was weirdly different. They were aggressive—not that they weren’t always aggressive—but this time it felt like even the rooks had a fight to pick with Shane.

The fight is blurry, but that’s no surprise; there’s always a fight when the two teams play. The twist is it didn’t start between Shane and a Montreal player, but between Luca and Evans. In the commotion, Shane caught a stray.

Shane is disoriented and only semi-conscious, unsure if he’s imagining Ilya’s panicked questions. Medics get Shane on a spinal board and into an ambulance.

The next morning, Hayden visits Shane in the hospital. He’s out for the entire season. The doctor said he has a TBI—he’ll only be out for a day, with very short-term amnesia that should heal within two weeks—but he can’t play because it would risk second-impact syndrome.

Hayden is in the hospital room and isn’t shocked to see Ilya walk in, though some of the younger nurses are clearly interested but too shy to ask for an autograph.

Hayden looks up and gives Ilya a sympathetic smile.

“Hey.”

Ilya just nods in acknowledgment.

“Pike. Shane is okay?”

“He’s got a TBI, but it’s not like a scary brain injury. It’ll take like two weeks tops, and he’ll only be asleep for a day…”

“What does… that mean?” Ilya tries to group the words together, but Hayden said them so quickly and under his breath.

“It’s just like a hit to the head.”

Ilya thinks for a minute, looks at Shane, and holds his hand.

“Is out for season?”

Hayden nods, and Ilya groans, squeezing Shane’s hand.

“He should wake up like tomorrow,” Hayden mumbles, looking at Shane’s peaceful state.

“Sleep, moya lyubov,” Ilya mumbles, his lip trembling.

Hayden looks away, giving them privacy—even though it wasn’t really private, since Shane was asleep—and pretends to be busy on his phone.

After a bit, Hayden tries to break the tension with a badly run joke.

“He’ll be really upset when he wakes up. He hates not being able to play.”

“Yes, yes, haha. He will be upset I will beat the scoring record.”

“Oh man, he’ll be so upset. Back in like…” Hayden wants to say when you were rivals, but he remembers they were never actually rivals. “Back, uh, like a long while ago, he used to see your scoring record interviews. He’s too competitive sometimes, hates it when guys rub it in.”

“I will make sure I win, so no guys will rub it in but me.”

“You’re a real MVP, Ilya,” he mumbles sarcastically. They still had banter, him and Ilya, but it wasn’t fueled with hatred anymore—more out of habit.

After a couple minutes of silence, Hayden speaks up again to cut the tension.

“But seriously, how are you holding up? This can’t be easy for you to see him like this either.”

“Hayden Pike, you are good friend. Shane likes you.”

Hayden blinks slightly, caught off guard. He rubs the back of his neck.

“Uh, thanks. I… care about him too. We’ve been through a lot.”

Ilya smiles. Hayden’s phone lights up with a notification, and the wallpaper is a photo of Hayden and his kids.

“Is very cute, your kids. Mini Pikes. They love me; I am best uncle,” Ilya smiles when he sees the wallpaper.

“Yeah, they do love you. Probably because you spoil them rotten.”

“They just say please, and how am I supposed to say no? Manners is good, so I reward.”

Hayden tries to keep a stern face but can’t help the amused affection in his eyes.

“One of these days, they’re gonna ask for a pony or something.”

“I know good pony shop. Maybe I get them for Christmas.”

“Ilya, no,” he sputters. “Please, please don’t actually buy them a pony. It’s not a normal Christmas gift!”

He can’t help but chuckle. “Where would we even keep a pony? In the backyard?” Hayden mumbles, actually entertaining the thought before Ilya cuts in.

“Yes, I know. Jackie would kill me. Will get boring gift like… Xbox.”

“You know they’ll probably be ecstatic about that, right? They’ll end up glued to the TV for days.”

“What do I get then? Don’t tell me something boring,” Ilya says, looking at Shane and missing him and his “boring” texts.

“How about… books? Educational toys? Something that’s actually stimulating instead of mindless screen time?”

“Oh, ughhh, you are so boring! I hear ‘books’ and I stopped listening. No wonder you and Shane are besties.”

“Here I am, trying to promote some sort of intellectual enrichment for the kids, and you’re just completely checked out.”

“No kid wants tel-ik-she-wal in-rich…” Ilya mumbles, looking at Shane as he talks.

“Intellectual. Intellectual enrichment,” he repeats with a grin.

“Is boring. Boring. You are making Shane fall more asleep.”

Hayden and Ilya talk for a bit more. The hospital lets them stay beyond visiting hours because Shane is in an overnight private room.

“I will sleep here, is okay?” Ilya says, fixing himself a bed on the couch.

“Here, in the hospital room?” He glances around—the cold chairs, sterile white walls, beeping machines. Not exactly the coziest place for a sleepover.

“You sure you don’t want your own bed, Ilya? You’ll probably ruin your back trying to sleep in one of these chairs.”

“No, I don’t want to leave him,” Ilya says quietly. He wasn’t shy when it came to Shane, but he struggled with being vulnerable.

“You will stay, Pike?”

Hayden thinks for a bit. He knows Jackie told him he could stay since she had the kids at a sleepover at her mom’s house.

“Yeah, I’ll stay. Let me just get a chair from outside.”

Hayden leaves and comes in hauling a heavy one-piece couch. He puts it down with a loud thud and flinches, making sure Shane is still asleep. He sighs in relief. Doesn’t wanna wake him up any earlier; the doctor said it’s not good.

“Look at us. Two stubborn idiots guarding the sleeping idiot,” Hayden jokes.

Ilya laughs softly, looks at Shane, and squeezes his hand. He leans his head back, tries to sleep, but it’s so uncomfortable.

Hayden watches Ilya struggle.

“Christ, you’re a mess.”

Without asking, he grabs an extra blanket from the nearby supply closet and folds it haphazardly on top of Ilya’s lap like a makeshift pillow.

“Thank you, Pike.” Ilya takes the blanket and snuggles it closer. It smells like laundry detergent and lemon, probably freshly cleaned.

Hayden sits in his own seat, getting comfortable easily since he’s used to it after having to do it four times when Jackie gave birth.

About an hour later, Ilya is practically shaking in his sleep. Hayden assumes it’s the cold, but even after covering him up, it doesn’t help. He leans in and hears Ilya whispering very soft, incoherent Russian as if having a nightmare.

“Ilya.” Hayden shakes him gently, scared to spook him. “Ilya, wake up. You’re dreaming.”

Ilya’s hands travel to Hayden’s back as he grips him tightly.

“Нет, мама, минутку, пожалуйста. Я... я... я буду лучше. Всё будет хорошо…”

Hayden lets out a soft oof at the sudden grip but doesn’t pull away.

“Hey, hey, wake up,” he repeats. “You’re dreaming, Ilya. Wake up.”

“На этот раз всё будет правильно, мама, мама, мама, мама, мама—”

“Hey—hey!” He says it louder now, shaking Ilya’s shoulder gently but firmly. “Ilya! Wake up! You’re in Ottawa. It’s 2024. Shane is right there.”

Ilya jolts away in a cold sweat, quickly gasping and pushing Hayden off.

Hayden raises his hands in a placating gesture, keeping his voice low.

“Whoa, hey. Calm down, Ilya. Take a breath. It was just a nightmare.”

“Mama…” Ilya mumbles, looking around.

“You were dreaming about your mom, right?” he asks quietly, hoping he’s not overstepping.

Ilya looks at Hayden—he looks so vulnerable. Hayden knew Ilya’s mother’s story; it was shared at one of the events for the Irina Foundation. He remembers the speech; he remembers the look Shane gave him. Not being able to comfort him in front of everyone, but giving him a look that said, You’re so brave, you can do this, I love you, you don’t have to do this, I love you.

Now, all Hayden can do is offer empathy and understanding.

“Ilya…” he starts, his voice gentle.

“Mama… mama…” Ilya mumbles.

Hayden steps forward and wraps his arms around Ilya in a firm, grounding hug.

“She’s not here,” Hayden says softly as Ilya’s breath hitches, “but you’re safe now. You’re on the Centaurs. Shane is right there.”

He pulls back just enough to meet Ilya’s gaze.

“And I’m not going anywhere either.”

Hayden has four kids of all ages. He knows how to take care of people; he knows what it’s like when someone is clearly a child.

“Shane…” Ilya mumbles and looks at him.

“Yeah, Shane’s here. He’s asleep, but he’s alright.”

He pauses, studying Ilya’s face worriedly.

“You feeling better, Ilya? Do you—do you want to talk about it?”

Ilya just looks at Shane.

“Touch… touch Shane?”

“Of course, of course you can. Hold his hand.”

Ilya very timidly holds Shane’s hand.

“Seeping?” Ilya asks Hayden, looking up.

“He’s just sleeping, Ilya. He’s alright.”

“Shane… Shane dream of?”

“Shane dream of…? Well, knowing him, probably something boring,” he muses. “Pucks. Hockey drills. Scoring goals, winning games.”

“Hehe, yes… boring…” Ilya says with a very soft but noticeable speaking quirk.

“Yeah, he’s a bit obsessed,” he admits, his tone playful. “Boring Shane and his endless hockey stats. Can’t take the man anywhere without him turning it into a game analysis.”

“Haha.” Ilya is giggling. Giggling! At Hayden’s jokes! He’s never even laughed at them, not even smiled a little pity smile.

Ilya tries to get into bed with Shane. Hayden tries to pull him back.

“Uh, Ilya, you know there’s not enough space for both you and Shane in that bed, right?”

“‘Ayden…” Ilya mutters as he sits back in his seat.

“Yeah?” Hayden gets a bit closer to make sure Ilya doesn’t try to get back in bed and possibly hurt Shane.

“Bed wif Shane?” Ilya points at the bed.

“You wanna cuddle with Shane, is that what you’re asking?” he teases lightly. “In his tiny hospital bed, surrounded by beeping machines and sterile, cold sheets? I’m sorry, Ilya, you can’t… you’ll hurt him.” Hayden pats Ilya’s back.

Ilya is upset that Hayden says no. He pouts and crosses his arms.

“Oh, come on,” he says. “Don’t give me the pouty face.” He ruffles Ilya’s hair.

Hayden recognizes the childlike behavior; he’s seen it countless times in his children.

“Are you three, Ilya?” Hayden knew something about this, but he’s never had to take care of Ilya.

Ilya gets close to Hayden—which is woah, because why is Ilya suddenly so small? Hayden almost feels bad for fighting with the guy.

“M’ four, not three…”

“Okay,” he mutters after a pause. “Okay, you’re not three. You’re four.”

“Is diff’went, ‘Ay-den…”

“Different how, Ilya? I need you to use words here.”

“Hmph… want Shane.”

“I know you do, Ilya. He needs the sleep, ’kay?”

Ilya does something Hayden would never expect: he leans against Hayden for comfort.

“Hey, you okay, Ilya?”

Ilya doesn’t reply; he hides his face, his hand still interlinked with Shane’s.

Without another word, Hayden shifts slightly and pulls Ilya closer into a proper hug.

“Alright,” he mutters under his breath. “Alright.”

“‘Ay-den… why… uhm, thought you didn’t… wike me…”

“Ilya… you think I’d be here if I didn’t care? Maybe at first, but it wasn’t your fault. It was just my own personal insecurities. I thought…” Hayden was going to go on, but he noticed Ilya getting bored. He stops talking, and Ilya lifts his head, smiling.

“We redo dinnew…” Ilya mumbles.

“Yes, Shane would be happy. Good thinking, Ilya.”

“Okie… He scolded me, said… said Pike is best fweind, and uh… he wants us to get along.”

“Shane said what…? I’m his best friend?” Hayden smiled. He knew they were best friends, but he’d never heard Shane say it aloud. It was nice to hear it. “Uh-huh.”

Ilya looked at Shane and nudged him slightly, then looked at Hayden with an idea.

“Shane wake up. Maybe he will get mad and wake up. Shane. Shane, I didn’t close the bedroom door. Shane, I ate McDonald’s for breakfast. Shane, I… I let Anya chew on your Reeboks.”

He waits a little bit. Shane isn’t moving, so he gets a bit closer.

“Shane, I didn’t pick up my socks, and I didn’t pick up my towel.”

Ilya looks at Shane; his eyes start to tear up.

Hayden pulls him close, trying to distract Ilya.

“What are you doing?”

“He will wake up to scold me.”

Hayden is about to say something more when his wife, Jackie, calls. Ilya looks at the number and says something in Russian under his breath. Hayden gives him a smile and steps out of the room to answer.

“Hey, Jackie.”

“Hey, hun. How’s Shane?”

“He’s… he’s holding on,” he responds quietly, leaning against the wall for support. “The doctors are still doing tests, but he’s stable. Breathing on his own, and he’s responding to stimuli. It could have been worse, so that’s something, I guess.”

“Oh, will he play again for the season?”

“Uhh, no. But he’ll be better before the next. He has to. Ilya would sulk for weeks.”

“How is he, by the way?”

“Honestly?” he admits. “He’s… not great. Worried sick about Shane.”

A pause as Hayden struggles for words.

“…Actually, kind of acting like a kid right now? Which is weird since I’ve never seen him act like that before.”

From Jackie’s end, Hayden can hear their newest baby, Amber, crying.

“Is that—is Amber okay?”

“Oh, she’s just being a fussy baby. She wants her dad.”

“Ugh,” he mutters. He misses his family, wishes he could just fly to Montreal. “Tell her I’m stuck here for now. Shane’s got me on babysitting duty.”

“What were you saying about Ilya?” Jackie says as she shushes Amber. Hayden is reminded of Ilya’s whines.

“Just that he’s acting like a kid right now,” he mutters under his breath.

Jackie does something with Amber and then quickly answers, “Maybe just… I dunno, treat him like Amber.”

“I miss Amber. I miss you, Jackie. I can’t wait to se—”

“Wait, wait. Arthur is—let that go, Arthur, that’s your sister’s!!”

“What are they up to over there?” he asks jokingly, trying to lighten the mood.

“Oh, Hayden, I have to go. Arthur and Amber are fighting!”

“Bye, babe. I love you.”

“Bye, honey. Love you too!”

tysmmm hope you enjoyed :D idea inspo from @finns-space

Part 2 is finished but my tumblr is lagging

[finns-space]

flaps hands!!!!! i cant believe i missed this while i was gone!! im so in love with it!! baby ilyaaa :(((

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🤎 How to include your fictional caregiver in your daily life (without AI!) 🤎

- Create an OC for your fictional caregiver's series/universe. Give them lore!

- Create moodboards of your fictional caregiver and what you'd like to do together.

- Plan a day or trip you'd like to go on with them!

- What are your character's best values? Try and use them as inspiration to make them proud! Example: if your caregiver is very disciplined, think of how pleased they'd be to see you take care of yourself!

- If there are meals they like, try cooking them for yourself. Who knows, they might even introduce you to your new favourite dish.

- Create a scrapbook for them, including your artwork, favourite quotes of theirs, etc.

- Use the Finch app and name your bird after your character, so you get notifications from them throughout the day, reminding you to take care of yourself.

- Make a playlist of songs that remind you of them, or would remind them of you.

- Find a colour, article of clothing or accessory that reminds you of them and 'borrow it' on days where you need extra support.

- Buy a small plush of them, or one that reminds you of them. Bring them out in your bag or pocket, dress them up, take photos of them... the possibilities are endless!

- Commission artwork, fanfics or comfort character letters.

- Have them be your inner monologue when you need a little extra support. Having a bad day? What would your caregiver tell you to cheer you up?

- Find an ask account of your character here on Tumblr and say hello (just make sure you know their boundaries!)

I hope these help, and remember, your fictional caregiver loves you and is so proud of you! 🐾

[finns-space]

helloooo sorry for disappearing :( been havin a bit of a hard time and haven't been online much, i'll prob catch up on my notifications tomorrowww

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