leafymerlin

Hollanov 🥹 Steddie 25 (Bucktommy blog: buckleupbuck )

[cakepopsandcoffee]

[lesbianrozanov]

toddler shane refusing to talk after his hockey team lose a game. yuna & david are trying to be encouraging like “bud!! you played so good!!” and shane is ignoring them while climbing into his car seat where he’s going to angrily drink his juice box and then chew on the straw.

[rabbittush]

He’s had a rough day…

[mina-logan]

Some art about coffee and certainly nothing else

[cloudabserk]

dr ilya to the rescue! inspired by this post

[bugslibraryy]

Ilya prescribing Shane kisses- he sees him stressed or grumpy or sad or over thinking or simple it’s been two hours since they’ve kissed and the Ilya is walking over grabbing Shane’s face in his hands and being like in a low quiet serious voice ok this is very bad you need at least- hmmm (he squints at him) like twenty kisses right now and kisses all over his face like mwah mwah mwah mwah until Shane gives in and smiles or kisses him proper

[bugslibraryy]

@isisisak beautiful tags “so many to go ugh I also hate this” perfect perfect perfect

[wingsseni]

yuna and baby shane 🐞

[myshangel]

instances of shane, the worlds most jock, calling ilya baby:

“Baby, what time is it?”

“Huh? Hold on, baby, I can’t hear you. Fuck, it’s loud in here.”

“Fuck, Ilya, yes, like that, baby, just like that, fuck—“

“Ilya, what’s— Are you crying? What’s wrong, baby, it’s okay, it’s— What’s wrong? Please, tell me, what’s wrong?”

“Fuckin’ A, Rozanov! Yes, baby! Fuck, that was a good one. C’mere.”

“Mm, baby, your feet are cold. Ah! Ilya, get your cold fucking feet off me. Put some socks on. Jesus.”

“Hold on, I’ll ask him— Baby, my mom wants to know if steak is good for dinner?”

“Your hair is so fluffy today. No, no, come back, let me— Yes. Thank you, baby.”

“Ilyusha. My baby. Ilyusha. You’re so pretty. Don’t laugh! I’m being serious!”

“You’re gonna have to skate better than that to beat me in the scoring race, baby, I’m locked in this season.”

“Fuck, baby, you’re burning up. No, asshole, I mean you’re sick. You can’t go to practice like this, don’t be fucking stupid.”

“Uh, just a beer, please. Thank you, baby, that’s perfect.”

“Ilya, baby, you want a pretzel?”

“Hi, baby. You looked good out there, that goal was fuckin’ insane.”

[lavenderprose]

Hollanov PDA in the locker room yeah okay. I see the vision but also it doesn't take the form of kisses and hugs it takes the form of Ilya putting his fingers in Shane's open mouth mid-sentence. Shane biting Ilya's shoulder when he passes by. Manly butt smacks that DO linger just a little too long. Playing slaps and hitting HARD and yes it's foreplay. Actually, any kind of smack or slap you can imagine. Ilya just. GROWLING in Shane's face. Shane winking at Ilya and Ilya getting cuteness aggression so hard that he has to ball his hands up or he's going to put his husband in a headlock. Actually yeah there he goes.

[bugslibraryy]

Ilya texts this to Shane captioned: “can we do this later?”

Shane just sends back: “ok. after dinner”

[seboobsupremacy]

Hello, I saw your request for asks! Specially autistic!shane and mpreg. So why not combine them!

How would Shane deal with getting pregnant and being pregnant regarding his autism symptoms?

And as a bonus, how does Ilya support him?

So I have a similar ask here but I think he finds the entire thing overwhelming and hard. He has way more meltdowns due to his hormones and the heighted senses are a nightmare for him.

Morning sickness would be the worst. Ilya finds Shane crying most mornings due to it.

Ilya spends a lot of time looking after Shane. Lots of cool compresses if he's throwing up. If he's craving something that would cause sensory issues he tries to figure out how to give it to Shane without causing distress. Like finding an alternative.

Ilya makes sure that Shane's meltdown tools are readily available, that the lights are dimmed and that he is as comfortable as he can be.

My favourite headcannon is hockey is emotionally regulating for Shane, so the fact he cannot be on the ice anymore is horrible for him. In the end, Ilya lets Shane use their at home rink, but only very gentle exercises are to be had and near the end Shane is not allowed on the ice at all. But somehow they manage it.

I also think Ilya decides to carry the next time they decide to have more kids.

[catgrassplantdad]

i love how heated rivalry shows more primal, visceral parts of sex and being attracted to your partner. i love that shane loves rubbing his face on ilya's dick and huffing it through his pants. i love them mashing their mouths together when they can barely kiss, just breathing in each other's faces. i love them looking down at their bodies while they fuck, ilya especially being fixated on seeing where they're connected and what their bodies are doing. i love ilya being beet red vein in his temple throbbing seeing god while he's inside shane. i love that the chemistry and the attraction can be animalistic. i love that it isn't watered down.

[drawballa]

Sleepy boys 💤

[midnights-dragon]

[ilya-sweetheart]

shane is actively commenting his ratings on those “autism nation: bad or good spoon?”

“that’s the worst fucking spoon i’ve ever seen. 0/10”

“now that’s a good handle, though the width of the spoon is too wide. 7/10”

ilya is active on the “stick nation” side of tiktok and will post videos of sticks he finds out on a hike with anya

“hello stick nation! my beautiful daughter found this stick for me what do you think, tell me you love it or anya will cry”

[rainbow-femme]

Someone online makes a comment about how Shane probably isn’t a very good boyfriend, saying his flat affect and resting neutral face in paparazzi pics and video must mean he’s detached and not affectionate compared to Ilya who is much more overtly affectionate

Ilya then has the rest of the Centaurs help him make a compilation of secretly filmed Shane moments showing how good a boyfriend he is

Ilya doing the “would you still love me if I was a worm?” thing and without missing a beat or asking any questions Shane just goes “Yeah”

Harris films himself asking Shane random Ilya questions and Shane always having an answer. “Hey what Ilya’s favorite milkshake flavor?” “Mint.” “I’m buying everyone fun socks, what’s Ilya’s favorite color?” “Blue, but only if it’s light, he doesn’t like dark blue.” “What’s Ilya’s favorite fruit?” “Pears.”

Troy waits for Shane to sit on the bench looking at his phone or tying his skates then says “Oh hey Ilya’s coming in” and catches multiple examples of Shane immediately scootching over to one side to make room for Ilya to sit next to him

Ilya puts his feet up on Shane’s lap silently and Shane starts lightly massaging them. Ilya lays his head on Shane’s shoulder and Shane starts quietly playing with his hair

They film Ilya handing Shane random things and asking him to hold them and Shane does without question. The internets favorite is the one where Ilya pulls a pineapple out of his bag and asks Shane to hold it and he agrees, getting his gear on one handed so he can keep holding the pineapple in the other

Hayden gets a video of Shane letting Ruby brush his hair and fill it with clips while he and Jade do Ilya’s nails, Ilya laying with a face mask and cucumbers over his eyes and his head on Shane’s lap

[bugslibraryy]

Hello cutie love bugs who live in my phone 💫

We need to think about the first time Ilya ever sees Shane cry. Like he’s seen Shane on the verge of tears, the grit of his teeth and jaw as he holds is tears right in his lash line, not letting them spill over. Shane does it all the time, gets on the edge of tears and pushes his tongue to the roof of his mouth and somehow draws them back in. He never sees Shane cry.

And then idk something finally pushes him over that edge- maybe he gets in a disagreement with his mum over the phone about something or his dad has a heath scare. Maybe that- maybe he had an abnormal result come back and he needs to see a specialist and David had reassured them it was fine he would be fine but Shane’s been googling and spiraling and googling. When he and Ilya finally see each other, after a game, shane letting himself into Ilya Boston house moments after Ilya had gotten him himself- he is quiet and fidgety and not in the way he’s all squirmy hot worked up like when he’s horny it’s like sad quiet worried and Ilya can feel the whirl of Shane’s brain from where he standing. The worry is radiating off him. And Ilya knows this song and dance trying to pick out the issue from Shane’s brain, help him find it because sometimes Shane isn’t too sure what’s bothering him completely.

But the Shane swallows and clears his throat and takes his shoes off carefully, lines them up against the wall and scrubs a hand through his hair and wipes his hands on his sweatpants with a deep breath. And then he looks and Ilya and says hi and then there’s no warning, no tears sitting on his lash line he’s just like crying suddenly his face is wet and his mouth has this horrible downturn and his lips pout and he sucks in a shuddering breath and lets out this sad horrible tiny little whimper.

And Ilya is like oh fuck he’s in shock seeing the tears on Shane’s face and his stomach twists up horrible horrible and he’s suddenly in Shane’s space and then he’s a little nervous to touch because sometimes touch is too much for Shane and so his hands are hovering and the Shane just looks up at him and sniffles and he looks so young and Ilya kinda hopes he never has to see Shane cry again because he’s horrible it’s making him feel sick, chest tight and like someone has put him in a blender and pressed go. And then it’s like Ilya just knows, knows what Shane needs he doesn’t think about it. He wraps his arms around Shane and pulls him tight tight into his chest with a soft

“okie, okie, it’s ok I have you” he guides Shane’s face to his neck and strokes his hand down over the back of head and Shane’s tears are wet in the curve of his neck and Ilya feels like some horrible animal thing in his chest, like when he was a teenager and someone said something horrible to him about his mum passing. This horrible animal sharp edged thing that screams to protect. He’d do anything to keep Shane safe with his own two hands, he wants to tuck shane under his body and sit over him like a guard dog, growling at anything that might make him sad. His lovely boy.

But the big dog in Ilya’s chest can bite and tear away at this thing that’s scaring Shane, hurting him, there is no fixing it, no bashing its face in, that’s harder. Ilya feels all buzzy with energy and he thinks about how his mama used to help him when he’d get upset as a kid, when he’d be scared after a nightmare or from his dad. How she’d twist and play with his curls, tell Ilya stories- fantastical things. How she’d hold her hand on her his chest and say “Ilya Ilya Ilya, you’re here with me. I have you”. He thinks about sveta would tell him nothing else matters Ilya you and me we’ve got this I’m always on your team, how she’d find ridiculous things to make him laugh, show him how light life can be. he thinks about Shane who brushes away his tears and keeps him tucked close and makes sure he knows Shane sees him, that it’s ok to show him, Shane who makes him feel so safe, like there’s a shore to his sea of blue, somewhere to moor.

So Ilya mirrors back the love he’s been taught. He keeps Shane close and he holds him tight and he traces the shapes of Shane’s ears with his fingertips and brushed Shane’s tears away with his mouth, the pad of thumb, hot against his cheeks. He tells Shane it’s ok, that he’s not going anywhere, he’s right here, and that he will be through all of it, no matter what happens, no matter the outcome he and Shane will face it together. When his face is finally dry, Ilya bites at Shane’s cheek gently, asks if he will come shower with him and Shane nods and gives Ilya a small little smile, laughs when Ilya cheers and picks Shane up, walking them to the bathroom together. He calls him “my sprinkler” in Russian and then asks Shane what he thought about the game and then Shane is speaking soft and low about the plays, his performance and Ilya’s and Ilya watches his shoulders drop. They’ll talk about David after the shower, about the results and tests and Shane specific worries- but for now, for now this is enough. Ilya will do anything to keep those horrible little tears away from his Shane

[shanehollandered]

i know there's this consensus that ilya becomes the cute clingy one when shane doesn't pay enough attention to him and i have read a lot of iterations of it that i loved and found hilarious but can i also say.

shane loves his kisses, okay, whenever someone (for some dumb reason) asks shane for hobbies (hockey doesn't count because, no, shane, that's your job), shane almost always blurts, kissing ilya. because he could do that for hours. hell, he probably has done it for hours. when he kisses ilya, the world just melts away, his anxieties quiet, his stress lessens, the pressure dissolves, his tension loosens, until there's nothing nothing nothing else except ilya and him, ilya’s mouth on his, and shane sometimes feels like a puppet whose strings have been cut.

and it's not even only the big kisses, the deep and filthy ones, it's the sweet ones, too, the quick ones, the soft and chaste ones.

he just loves kissing ilya.

so, whenever one of them leaves to do whatever, shane is sure to go collect his kiss. and sometimes that will just be a quick peck on the lips, sometimes it will be a super wet smack when ilya is feeling particularly playful and teasing, sometimes it will be an impromptu make out session that leaves both of them panting and hard and inevitably late to whatever thing either of them has to get to, and sometimes it will be a sweet, tender, a little lingering kiss, followed by another and another and they're smiling like lovesick teenagers at each other.

one time, shane is about grocery shopping or run some errand, and he gets into the car and realizes he forgot—he forgot—to get his kiss. and he's sitting there with his fingers on the keys in the ignition, debating whether or not he should admit defeat (to whom is unclear) and just get out and go kiss his husband before he leaves. he startles when he hears a knock on the window because he was so lost in his own despair mind that he didn't even notice ilya come out. ilya opens the door, one hand on the handle, the other on the roof of the car, and leans in, giving shane a kiss that very skillfully toes the line between chaste and filthy. “forgot your kiss,” he says when he leans back and shane blinks at him. ilya shuts the door and slaps his hand against the roof. “bring back some ice cream. the chunky one.”

and shane stares after him as he walks back into the house. he smiles on his whole drive to wherever he has to go, and makes sure to bring back the chunky ice cream ilya loves.