hollanov revenge bedtime procrastination but in drastically different ways. ilya does his social media crawl and his games bc he wants connection but also he’s playing without having to be “rozanov” like he is on the ice.
shane who needs a wind down after a long day. sooooo overstimulated all the time. is less on his phone but also is searching for something that settles him. sometimes that’s a book, sometimes it’s asmr videos.
sometimes that’s ilya himself.
but also please imagine that they’re both in bed together. ilya’s got his phone out and you can hear the low volume of something dropping as he makes good headway in tetris. ilya’s head is firmly situated in shane’s lap, with shane just carding his fingers into ilya’s curls. he dips down every once and a while to brush through the soft hairs at ilya’s nape.
and ilya’s trying so hard to say awake even though he’s falling asleep with his phone in his hand. one hand cushioned under his cheek, gently squeezing shane’s thigh every once and a while.
it feels like there’s something lodged in his chest the way that he’s so content. both of them never thought they’d have this.
please imagine that after the fifth yawn, shane is gently nudging at ilya’s jaw so he’ll look at shane and shane will whisper that it’s time to sleep, even as he’s snatching ilya’s phone and putting it on his own nightstand bc ilya has terrible sleep hygiene.
imagine ilya draping himself over shane—arm AND leg, fitting just right so shane can tuck his face into the crook of ilya’s neck. two minutes later, they’re asleep and sleeping well.
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