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Ilya trying to outplay his demons
this means more to me than it should
Betrayed and backstabbed by your scheming evil advisor? Psch. Skill issue. Absolute amateur problem. Just hire two of them and reward them for snitching on each other. Just make sure that neither of them is gay or they'll just end up hate-fucking each other and fucking you over all the same.
"hire two evil advisors but make sure neither of them is gay" are you hearing yourself right now. be serious
murderer: (via text) im going to kill you
me: (a week later) omg im so sorry⊠i saw this when i was in the middle of doing something else and then just completely forgot about it
connor and hudson are literally drift compatible but for doing softcore together as coworkers god bless
âShane, how does it feel to be back on Montreal ice?â
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One of the rookies on the Centaurs asking the guys on the team for advice on this girl he's been trying to date. He can't tell if she likes him and is just nervous about taking it to the next level, or if she's trying to let him down easy and he hasn't been able to pick up on it.
He doesn't get much useful advice and soon the guys are arguing about how long you can pursue someone before it starts getting pathetic. Holmberg is at one end of the spectrum at two weeks ("We're rich professional athletes, man, we shouldn't have to try that hard.") and Wyatt Hayes is on the other at three months ("Maybe she likes you but just doesn't want the WAG lifestyle. You need to prove to her that you see her as a person with her own goals separate from yours.")
Then someone notices that Ilya, despite his wealth of experience, hasn't chimed in yet and asks, "What do you think, Cap?"
"Two years."
The entire room goes still.
"What?"
"Two years," Ilya repeats, completely unashamed. "Is not pathetic to go for what you want. Not if you think they're worth it."
In sync, every person in the room turns to look at Shane, who's pretending to fiddle with the laces on his skates, looking pink-faced and vaguely pleased.
Finally, Holmberg turns to the rookie. "Okay, I guess two years is fine if it's Shane Hollander. Is your girl Shane Hollander?"
The poor rookie has no response to that. His girl is, indeed, not literally Shane Hollander.
"Man, gay people move different," LaPointe mutters.
"This is not a gay thing," Troy objects. "This is a Rozanov and Hollander thing."
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Hello! Chapter 9 of my Hollanov surrogacy fic, âPucked up!â Is out now.
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today's heated rivalry thought that won't leave my head:
at the bar where shane meets rose, and he tries to order a ginger ale, and the bartender is surprised
not even judgmental! just surprised. he even says they do have it, and i think goes to grab some for shane.
but his little moment of surprise makes shane remember that you're not supposed to order ginger ale at a bar, that that's weird, and he doesn't really understand why that is
he knows that being weird is not allowed, though. so he asks for a beer, whatever beer, because he knows that's the normalest thing he could possibly do, that's what Men Like To Drink.
it's just such a small detail. and we see it happen more than once to shane. it happens also with the waiter at the restaurant when he's having lunch with his parents who's visibly surprised and a little snobby when he asks for a ginger ale and offers sparkling water instead. and again shane just says it's fine.
everywhere shane goes, he gets these little signals that the things that he wants aren't allowed because they're not normal. and it's obvious that he doesn't understand why, which makes sense because there's no fucking logic to why it's okay to order a coke but not a ginger ale. but he's learned to deal with it by just accepting that he must have missed something, he must have done something wrong, and he should just ignore what he wants, maybe decide he doesn't want it at all, so that no one knows that he's breaking the rule of normal even though the rule of normal is arbitrary and stupid and often applies to things that matter as little as what kind of drink you want to order at a bar. even when the signal is just a little bit of surprise from some guy behind a bar. even when it's about a fucking ginger ale.
this is a post about autism.
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hand: on cock. eyes: barely open. boy whoâs not quite my boyfriend yet but the love of my life: saying a million words to me in my second language after he just woke me up. but oh wait. oh. he wants to be together. with me. donât cry. kiss him. kiss him you fool. tell him you love him. now in a language you share. i love him. holy shit. he loves me. life is worth living. barebacking :)
I headcanon the Centaurs were last good when Shane was about 7-12 years old. This is when the inevitable âlittle Shane in Cens pajamas/toque/jerseyâ photo which reappears when he signs there comes from. Then Shane starts getting serious about his own hockey and the Cens start sucking so he doesnât go to games any more. The Cens have a decade of darkness where the owner wonât rebuild because he doesnât want to face no playoff revenues for 5+ years, but he wonât spend enough to make them a contender. No big-ticket UFAs want to sign there, their own UFAs walk for more money elsewhere, they take their RFAs to arbitration over a 200K gap and then act surprised when they request to be traded. The introduction of the salary cap should help, but the owner treats the cap floor as a target while divisional rivals are attempting to squeeze as close to the cap ceiling as possible.Â
Theyâre drafting at 10-20 overall these years, and donât luck into any star players. Eventually they fall backwards into a rebuild in the early 2010s on account of having no good players left. Between 2012 and 2017 they draft Boodram, Dykstra, Holmberg, LaPointe and Young.Â
Around 2017 exciting things start to happen. The tight-fisted owner dies and his kids, who are progressive and want to spend money on the team, take over. The Cens trade for Chouinard and draft Luca.Â
The GM is feeling pretty happy that he can actually maybe sign a second-pair man and some veteran scoring help rather than filling out his depth chart on the waiver wire, when his phone rings. Rozanov? Ilya Rozanov? Cup winning, Conn Smythe, Hart, and Rocket Richard winner Ilya Rozanov? Haha, funny prank, whoever you are, but he knows Rozanovâs agent is Mike Sidorov like most of the Russians in the league.
âHe changed his representation. Steve, check caller ID. This is Farah Jalali. We were speaking last week about Martin LaPointe.â
Steve checks caller ID and starts hyperventilating. He conferences in his cap expert AGM, Joe, who pulls up his spreadsheets, sweating. Up until last season his job was to hit the cap floor, heâs not used to this. âFull NMC, signing bonuses, whatever he wants,â Steve says. He calls the owners to say heâs maybe in on the biggest UFA not only of the summer, but the decade. They compliment Steve on his great GM-ing (Steve doesnât know what he did) and green-light offering Ilya the highest salary in the league. Steve and Joe put together an initial offer. Farah gives Steve the second shock of the day by saying that Rozanov is actually in Ottawa for some reason and can meet in person tomorrow. (The NHL still had the âlegal tamperingâ period just before free agency in 2018).
Steve stares out of his office window at a suburban mall and a car dealership, thinks of the lack of championship banners in the rafters of his arena, and thinks Rozanov canât possibly want to sign here, heâs using them as leverage for whatever team he really wants to sign with. He has a lie-down in a conference room for ten minutes and drinks some Gatorade, then leaves his wife a voicemail to say heâll be working late and rounds up the rest of his AGMs to put together a sales pitch. The only dissenting voice is the AGM whoâs also the Director of Player Development who says the rebuild is only half cooked, their forward depth sucks, they have no centres. âWhat position does Rozanov play, point guard?â Steve snaps. âFocus, Brian, we canât just pass this up. Itâs probably not going to happen anyway.â
Steve knows Ilyaâs reputation on and off the ice, but he turns up wearing cargo shorts and a plaid shirt looking like heâs just been fishing at the cottage like a good old Canadian kid. (Heâs wearing a tank top underneath and at one point his collar slips to show a fresh hickey on his collarbone, so he clearly hasn't lost his rumoured knack for finding company).
Steve is used to pitching Ottawa to thirty-six year-olds who are looking for a retirement contract and good schools for the kids. He feels like he's mentioned their great young players and how amazing it would be to revitalize hockey in Ottawa three times already.
He brings up endorsements. Even a small Canadian market has opportunities there.
"Maybe I'll steal Hollaner's energy drink one," Rozanov says. "The one where he looked like wet cat in the adverts."
"Ha ha," Steve says. "Yes, you'd be able to continue your rivalry!"
Rozanov grins.
Steve debriefs with his AGMs afterwards. "i don't think it was a complete disaster," he says.
"He was weirdly enthusiatic, but non-specific," one of the AGMs says.
Farah calls back. Rozanov wants to sign! With them! In Ottawa! Steve takes his wife out to dinner and champagne on the evening of July 2nd after it's all done.
Rozanov's first year in Ottawa goes ok. They don't make the playoffs, but they're in the running well into the spring. The next year Ilya gets an injury early on that he probably comes back from too soon, when he's healthy Bood gets injured, Chouinard is stressed because his wife's having a difficult pregnancy, and so on. Back down they go to the bottom of the standings. Steve wonders when he'll be fired.
Year 3. They're firmly in a playoff spot at the trade deadline. Steve mostly stands pat because he made his big addition earlier in the year by getting Barrett for a bag of pucks.
Steve's in his office, reading an article speculating why Hollander hasn't extended in Montreal yet, when an intern runs in, makes spluttering noises and shoves a phone in his face. It's a video of Rozanov and Hollander, and they're.....Steve now understands why Rozanov signed.
He waves off the intern and runs into Joe's office. Joe has six spreadsheets up on his monitors and is also scribbling furiously on a notepad. "Joe, what does our cap space projection look like for this summer?" Steve asks. Joe shows him the result of his calculations. It probably won't be enough, Steve thinks.
"We should consider...flexibility," he says, wiping sweat from his forehead. "In case of...eventualities." He doesn't dare say it out loud.
The intern comes to say that Roger Crowell's office is on the phone for Steve, so he needs to go and deal with the current crisis. He's definitely going to need to have a lie-down after this.
The thing is that Shane just fully does not think that he is allowed to break down. He doesn't even think of it in those terms, it's so far from his mind. This is reinforced by the fact that there definitely ARE moments of this fucking...incandescent happiness in the aftermath of the outing. He marries the love of his life and it is genuinely, actually the happiest day of his life. He is fully present, he remembers every moment of that day with the utmost fondness. And the next day he wakes up naked under the sheets with his husband and it's the safest he's ever felt.
But last week they had to install new security cameras on their house because their outing made them Actual Famous instead of just Hockey Famous and there have already been threats, at least one of them credible. And two weeks ago SNL aired a skit about them the punchline of which was basically just the worst moment of Shane's life played over and over again for laughs. He is so afraid that Ilya is going to start wanting to die again that it keeps him up at night. He's trying to Amy Dunne Cool Girl it through so many different things. Food, social events, sometimes even sex although this is in the context of sex being one of the only times he feels fully normal and he is trying to frame this as the natural result of being a newlywed instead of as physically needing his body reset, sometimes several times a day. So he's coaxing Ilya into the bedroom and he's smiling and saying, "I just can't keep my hands off you," and what he really means is please put your hands on me and hold me together for a little bit longer but even he doesn't really know that's what he's asking for.
He is actually, genuinely happy to get to play hockey with his husband. Just as happy as he used to be when they played against each other all those years--which are such fond memories now tarnished by the constant fucking cheating allegations.
He's happy that he gets to walk down the street with his husband now--of course he fucking is. But again: they are Actual Famous now and the media cycle is obsessed with the idea that their marriage is essentially one of convenience and hurdling towards disaster. The prevailing theory is that they were caught essentially hooking up and had to marry each other as a PR move. Nevermind the multiple times that they have alluded to the timeline of their relationship.
And there are stressors that have nothing to do with fame, really. The owner of a local Russian restaurant recognizes Ilya just as a customer one day while he and Shane are sitting on the patio of a coffee shop having lunch and the restaurant owner approaches Ilya and just launches into a conversation in Russian and Shane is halfway out of his seat before he realizes that Ilya is smiling and doesn't seem threatened. He has to walk around the block to calm himself down.
It gets to the point where he is just constantly low-level buzzing and he only feels absolutely normal when he is alone with his husband, usually when he's literally under him, and when he's on the ice.
But he's fine. He'll be fine. He's so fucking happy.
not now bro iâm accepting things i cannot change