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Currently reading Time to Shine. ☀️
It’s cute and I highly recommend it to anyone that read all the Game Changer books and needs more cute Hockey boys to hyper fixate on.
Y'know the fact that Wyatt's wife is a doctor, leaves some interesting space for ideas about how they first met.
Perhaps even some sneezy scenarios that involve Wyatt sneezing his head off in front of his very pretty future doctor wife, Lisa.
Another thought, since I've got Wyatt on the brain, is that because Lisa's a doctor, I feel like she is very conscientious of her germs and tries very hard not to get her husband sick.
Like going out of her way to sleep in the guest room when she's coming down with something...which is pointless because Wyatt will just come find her anyway so they can cuddle anyway.
Wyatt is so affronted that she would even try, because obviously, how rude of her to not want to share her germs with her loving husband. 😅
Y'know the fact that Wyatt's wife is a doctor, leaves some interesting space for ideas about how they first met.
Perhaps even some sneezy scenarios that involve Wyatt sneezing his head off in front of his very pretty future doctor wife, Lisa.
You can also have fun imagining Shane who somehow sleeps worse when he doesn’t have his lovely husband snoring in his ear. 🤣
Three Times the Centaurs Suffered + One Time Shane Joins Them (3/?)
So uh...hi! I'm back with more food!
Had so much fun writing this because Troy is the only one I think that could be having a delayed allergic reaction and just not register it like at all. As always, Wyatt is somehow the only one in the room with the brain cell.
Hopefully, all you lovely people enjoy this next part!
⚠️ CW: I don't think there are any content warnings needed, but let me know if you think differently. ⚠️
‼️Minor Do not Interact‼️
Troy was exhausted, and practice hadn’t even started.
Per Harris’ request, he’d done a shoot for a cologne ad for some fancy brand he couldn’t remember the name of.
Harris told him it was a social media tactic, something to improve Troy’s image a bit, even though Troy was ninety percent sure it was because his boyfriend wanted to see him shirtless.
Which was dumb because he could see that at home.
Troy didn’t even like the scent; the strong smell made his nose burn, lingering, sticking to his skin even after he’d rinsed off. Unsurprisingly, considering they’d basically doused him with it between takes.
It seemed his teammates agreed, as the second he walked in, he was greeted by a cacophony of dramatic gags and wheezes.
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Fuck you guys.” Troy huffed; he wasn’t sure how Hollander did this shit regularly.
Speaking of Hollander, he snuck a glance at the hockey husbands themselves, in case cologne happened to be his tipping point, but Shane looked fine. Getting ready for practice as usual.
It was probably for the best; Troy would be mortified if he were the one to make Hollander miserable.
Troy started undressing, putting his gear on, thumbing at his nose absentmindedly, wishing the persistent burning prickle that had taken residence in his sinuses would buzz off.
It was starting to get annoying, as Troy huffed with a ticklish cough.
Actually, now that he thought about it, his nose wasn’t really burning it anymore…it actually kind of…
hhhHRRSSHHHhhhiih!!
Troy sneezed so suddenly, barely able to bring up a loose fist in a weak attempt to at least try to cover.
The whole room went quiet, and he could hear something clatter to the floor like someone dropped something. “Damn, Barrett!” Bood roared with laughter and clapped him on the back, “You trying to go for Cap’s title as big bad wolf or something?” A few other players laughed as well, joining in and poking fun.
He couldn’t answer, though, because that one sneeze had done nothing for the itch currently blazing through his nasal passages.
HngSSCHHhheuhhw! HrRSSCHHUuuhww!!…
The next two sneezes barrelled out of him in a similarly alarming fashion, considering it usually took Troy forever to build up to one sneeze.
Fuck! How had he missed the fact that he was definitely having an allergic reaction to whatever shit they’d sprayed on him?
He briefly wondered if this was karma for his curiosity over Shane’s sneeze, but that thought didn’t last long because he really had to—
Heh’ERRSSHHU!!!
The laughter in the locker room sounded a bit more nervous now that it was clear that he wasn’t stopping.
“Barrett, you still breathing over there?” He heard Ilya ask, but he couldn’t answer, as his chest swelled, fueling another massive sneeze.
“Hh!!hHRSSCHHeeuhhw! HHdsscHHHhh!!”
Or two. Holy shit, this was bad.
Troy flinched when someone wrapped an arm around the small of his back, blindly leading him out of the room.
“Easy, buddy, I’ve got you.” He recognized Wyatt’s voice.
Troy barely opened his eye long enough to recognize they were in the showers, before they were snapping shut again.
Hhdssschhhhuhww!!
Shit, this was really bad if he couldn’t get enough air in to fuel his normally enormous sneezes.
He could hear the sound of the shower being turned on, the shock of ice-cold water cutting off his next fit as Wyatt shoved something into his hand.
“Drink that.” The man said voice leaving no room for argument as Troy tipped the contents of the small cup into his mouth. Grimacing at the bitter liquid.
It was still another thirty minutes before Troy could take a breath without feeling like he was going to start sneezing his head off. “Holy shit…that was intense.”He huffed, still feeling a bit lightheaded and out of breath.
“Yeah, you’re telling me,” Wyatt chuckled, sounding relieved, “Thought we were gonna lose you there for a moment, good thing Hollzy had some Benadryl on him.”
Troy slumped against the wall of the shower, sliding down it, totally drained.
Wyatt turned off the water, handing him a towel.
“I’m gonna go grab Harris, let him know you’re out for practice and that you’ll probably need a ride home.” Wyatt told.
Troy didn’t even have the energy to protest, ready to go home and sleep, and try not to think too hard about the heckling he was going to get the next time he walked into the locker rooms.
tbc~
Let Me Love You Like You Love Me.
Sooooo....
I wrote a thing.
Is it the thing I’m supposed to be writing…no. But I think it turned out nicely, so hopefully I’ll be forgiven.
Anyway, enjoy Shane being bullied just a little bit. 🤣
⚠️ CW: Light Mess and Potential Contagion ⚠️
‼️Minors Do Not Interact‼️
~
Shane had been avoiding eye contact with him most of this game, and Ilya had a feeling he knew why.
It started last night on the phone when Shane insisted that he was fine. Despite most of his team being sick with whatever bug was going around.
Now that they were on the ice together, though, Ilya could see Shane was in fact not fine.
It was even worse close-up when they had to face off.
His boyfriend’s face was pale, making the dark bruise-like rings under his eyes stand out, and his nose was the kind of chapped red you only got from days of abuse with tissues.
“So this is fine?” Ilya muttered pointedly when they faced each other. Shane’s cheeks flooded with color, as his gaze flitted away from Ilya.
“Can we not do this right now?” He rasped, his voice almost gone and thick with congestion.
Shane lost the face-off.
Ilya watched Shane from his bench as a teammate handed him a couple of tissues, and all Ilya could think was that wont nearly be enough. He averted his gaze just as Shane snapped forward into the waiting tissues. Not wanting to tempt fate with the prickle he felt forming in his own sinuses.
Ilya couldn't understand why Shane was here.
Taking a swig from his water bottle, he chanced a peek at his boyfriend, smiling and chatting with his teammates like nothing was wrong.
Probably looking to their eyes relaxed and confident.
He saw it, though the way his smile was just a bit too tight at the corners, the slight pinch in his brow.
Shane was miserable, and Ilya couldn't understand how no one else could see it.
He looked away when Shane caught him staring, smoothing his expression, icy like he didn't care.
Missing the way Shane's smile faltered slightly.
~
Ilya texted Shane after the game, standing in the middle of the cold and flu aisle, waiting for his boyfriend to answer.
Ilya stared at his phone, the text conversation only providing more fuel for his irritation.
He didn't understand why Shane was being like this.
It didn't matter if Shane wanted to be stubborn. If Shane wasn't going to take care of himself, Ilya would do it for him.
He shoved his phone in his pocket, making his way around the store, tossing things into a basket.
Not even sure Shane needed any of these things, but he didn't care.
When Ilya walked through the door of Shane's home tonight, he wanted to make sure that he was prepared for whatever was thrown at him.
He got to Shane's place, punching in the door code, arms loaded with bags, wondering if he'd maybe gone a bit overboard.
"Shane?" Ilya called out softly, in case his boyfriend was asleep. Standing quietly in the entryway, he listened for signs of life.
IhZZSCHHihhwww!!
Okay, so not asleep. Ilya closed the door behind him, setting the bags on the counter and unpacking them, as Shane sneezed.
HtzzzsHHiiehww!
And sneezed.
HhhizzZSHHhih!!
And sneezed.
Hh…hehh…hihh-AtzzsSSHiheww!
Ilya thumbed at his nose, roughly bullying the growing prickle in his own sinuses into submission with a snort.
He made quick work of the bags, putting everything perishable away, leaving just the cold medicine, a box of tissues, and a bottle of blue Gatorade.
He opened the cabinet, grabbed a glass, and when it was filled with water, he took his spoils to the bedroom.
Ilya expected to find his boyfriend resting. Instead, he found Shane sitting on top of the covers, staring at the screen of his laptop intensely.
A slight crease in his brow as surly the screen was giving a headache.
"Shane," He said, watching the man startle, "Sweetheart, you're supposed to be resting. Y'know, so maybe you can breathe through your nose next game and maybe not lose so badly."
"I am resting..." Shane grumbled, "We didn't lose that badly."
Ilya peeked over Shane's shoulder to see what he was even doing, irritated to find he was watching game footage.
"Reviewing game footage is not resting, Shane." He said, closing Shane's laptop and taking it away before Shane could attempt to reopen it.
"What the fuck, Ilya!" Shane croaked, reaching for his laptop, but Ilya pulled it out of his reach, using his other hand to push Shane back onto the bed.
His boyfriend didn't give up sitting back up making another grab for it, but Ilya was quicker.
"Stop it, Shane." Ilya said firmly, "Gospodin, I don't understand why you're being so difficult."
He regretted saying it the second the words came out of his mouth, and Shane flinched, letting his hand drop to his side. Staring at Ilya wide-eyed and hurt.
Ilya didn't have a chance to correct himself before Shane retreated under the blankets.
"Fuck you...I said you didn't have to come over." Shane's voice wobbled, sounding small and broken, making Ilya's heart throb.
The last thing he wanted was to make Shane cry.
Ilya took a deep breath, exhaling his frustration. Lifting the corner of the blanket, he crawled underneath, wrapping Shane up in his arms. When he wasn't immediately shoved away, Ilya spoke.
"I'm sorry, Moya lyubov', you're not difficult," Ilya told him, pressing a kiss to the top of Shane's head. "It's just don't understand you did not even tell me that you are feeling bad, and it made me feel sad."
Shane was quiet for a moment, and for a second Ilya was worried he'd said the wrong thing again.
"sndf...I don't...I didn't think you'd want to know. It's just a cold." He mumbled into Ilya's chest.
"You would want to know if it were me." Ilya reasoned, and Shane made a little noise, burrowing further into his side.
"That's different." Shane answered.
"How?" Ilya huffed, letting his hand smooth over his boyfriend's back in circles as Shane thought about it.
"I don't know..." Shane said, "It just is."
Ilya thought about his next words carefully, not wanting to put his foot in his mouth again. He didn't want this to be an argument; he wanted to understand.
"Okay, explain then, help me understand," Ilya said, "What does Shane Hollander normally do when he catches a cold?"
Shane hesitated for a moment.
"Mmm...take medicine, hydrate, take vitamins..." He answered, and Ilya's brow furrowed.
"And let your body rest, right? Skip practice?" Ilya supplied, hoping that Shane had at least the sense to skip practice.
But instead of agreeing, Shane just got really quiet.
Ilya had a feeling he was starting to get to the bottom of this and that he wasn't going to like what he found out.
"Okay, what about on day you have a photoshoot or an ad?" He presented a different scenario: "You call Yuna and say I don't feel well."
"No!" Shane answered almost immediately this time, "My mom works so hard to get those. It'd be selfish to cancel for just a cold."
There was that phrase again. Just a cold.
It bothered Ilya.
"So if cold is not a good reason for Shane Hollander to take a sick day, what is?" Ilya prodded.
"I don't know..."Shane sounded irritated," An injury? The flu? Something more than just a cold."
It was the way Shane said it, not like he was telling Ilya but like he was trying to convince himself. That having a cold wasn't enough to justify needing a break or a minute to rest.
It made him wonder just how many times Shane had heard this phrase.
From his coach? His teammates maybe? He prayed that he had never heard it from Yuna, but Ilya couldn't be sure.
Ilya felt like an idiot.
His Shane could never be difficult. Not really. He always folded himself into whatever neat little box people needed him to fit into
A sharp intake of breath pulled him from his thoughts.
Ilya was almost worried Shane had started crying for real this time, but one glance at his expression told him this wasn't the case.
Shane's mouth hung open slightly as he brought up a hand, his expression hazy, on the cusp of another fit. His chest swelling with hiccuping breaths.
Watching him awoke the dormant buzzing that had settled in Ilya's own nose, which was angry from being squashed down twice today. It was clear it wouldn't be denied this time, but he didn't want to interrupt Shane, so he pinched his nose shut.
Hhht’khschh!—hh’khschhh! HHp-hnNGkkssSHhhtt!!
It wasn't enough.
Shane was still hovering on the crest of his own fit a moment before exhaling, scrubbing his nose.
"Gngh...sorry." Shane snuffled apologetically.
"What are you sorry for? Pretty sure I should be apologizing." Ilya huffed, amused, feeling a little bad about stealing Shane's sneezes.
"I don't know...I just am." Shane said, inhaling sharply.
hHDT’iIISSCHHHhuhh!!
The first sneeze took them both by surprise, as it was much louder than Shane's usual sneezes and completely uncovered. The cool spray made Ilya shiver as it misted his face.
HhhDTSSCHHHhihww! eh'TZZSSHIEW!
The next two came nearly on top of each other, and it wasn't until the fourth and final sneeze that Shane got enough of a pause to bring his hand up.
Hhh… f-huuugck–hH-UhsscCHHheuhw!!!
Ilya was stunned.
Shane's eyes were wide, his face turning bright red as he didn't move his hand away from his face.
Not that Ilya had to guess why that last sneeze had sounded...productive.
"Bud'te zdorovy." He said after a moment, trying hard to keep a straight face, passing Shane the tissue box from the nightstand.
"God, that was so gross..." Shane moaned, pulling a handful of tissues from the box and blowing his nose.
Ilya couldn't keep it together, snorting, amused.
"Don't fucking laugh! I just sneezed in your face." Shane hissed, sounding mortified, but that just made Ilya laugh harder.
"It's fine, Shane. I'm pretty sure I've seen grosser things come out of Troy's nose in the locker room." Ilya teased, and Shane wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"Gross, Ilya, I don't want to hear about that." Shane whined.
"Is true, though, can get really nasty." Ilya joked, earning a light shove from his boyfriend, but at least Shane didn't look so miserable.
He pulled Shane close to his chest, feeling the man's warm breath tickle his neck. They lay there for a moment, enjoying each other's company.
"Shane?" Ilya broke the silence.
"Hm?" Shane hummed, sounding like he was falling asleep.
"Next time, let me know when you're not feeling well...even if it is just a cold." Ilya said, waiting with baited breath.
"...Okay." Shane breathed out before he nodded off.
Three Times the Centaurs Suffered + One Time Shane Joins Them (3/?)
So uh...hi! I'm back with more food!
Had so much fun writing this because Troy is the only one I think that could be having a delayed allergic reaction and just not register it like at all. As always, Wyatt is somehow the only one in the room with the brain cell.
Hopefully, all you lovely people enjoy this next part!
⚠️ CW: I don't think there are any content warnings needed, but let me know if you think differently. ⚠️
‼️Minor Do not Interact‼️
Troy was exhausted, and practice hadn’t even started.
Per Harris’ request, he’d done a shoot for a cologne ad for some fancy brand he couldn’t remember the name of.
Harris told him it was a social media tactic, something to improve Troy’s image a bit, even though Troy was ninety percent sure it was because his boyfriend wanted to see him shirtless.
Which was dumb because he could see that at home.
Troy didn’t even like the scent; the strong smell made his nose burn, lingering, sticking to his skin even after he’d rinsed off. Unsurprisingly, considering they’d basically doused him with it between takes.
It seemed his teammates agreed, as the second he walked in, he was greeted by a cacophony of dramatic gags and wheezes.
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Fuck you guys.” Troy huffed; he wasn’t sure how Hollander did this shit regularly.
Speaking of Hollander, he snuck a glance at the hockey husbands themselves, in case cologne happened to be his tipping point, but Shane looked fine. Getting ready for practice as usual.
It was probably for the best; Troy would be mortified if he were the one to make Hollander miserable.
Troy started undressing, putting his gear on, thumbing at his nose absentmindedly, wishing the persistent burning prickle that had taken residence in his sinuses would buzz off.
It was starting to get annoying, as Troy huffed with a ticklish cough.
Actually, now that he thought about it, his nose wasn’t really burning it anymore…it actually kind of…
hhhHRRSSHHHhhhiih!!
Troy sneezed so suddenly, barely able to bring up a loose fist in a weak attempt to at least try to cover.
The whole room went quiet, and he could hear something clatter to the floor like someone dropped something. “Damn, Barrett!” Bood roared with laughter and clapped him on the back, “You trying to go for Cap’s title as big bad wolf or something?” A few other players laughed as well, joining in and poking fun.
He couldn’t answer, though, because that one sneeze had done nothing for the itch currently blazing through his nasal passages.
HngSSCHHhheuhhw! HrRSSCHHUuuhww!!…
The next two sneezes barrelled out of him in a similarly alarming fashion, considering it usually took Troy forever to build up to one sneeze.
Fuck! How had he missed the fact that he was definitely having an allergic reaction to whatever shit they’d sprayed on him?
He briefly wondered if this was karma for his curiosity over Shane’s sneeze, but that thought didn’t last long because he really had to—
Heh’ERRSSHHU!!!
The laughter in the locker room sounded a bit more nervous now that it was clear that he wasn’t stopping.
“Barrett, you still breathing over there?” He heard Ilya ask, but he couldn’t answer, as his chest swelled, fueling another massive sneeze.
“Hh!!hHRSSCHHeeuhhw! HHdsscHHHhh!!”
Or two. Holy shit, this was bad.
Troy flinched when someone wrapped an arm around the small of his back, blindly leading him out of the room.
“Easy, buddy, I’ve got you.” He recognized Wyatt’s voice.
Troy barely opened his eye long enough to recognize they were in the showers, before they were snapping shut again.
Hhdssschhhhuhww!!
Shit, this was really bad if he couldn’t get enough air in to fuel his normally enormous sneezes.
He could hear the sound of the shower being turned on, the shock of ice-cold water cutting off his next fit as Wyatt shoved something into his hand.
“Drink that.” The man said voice leaving no room for argument as Troy tipped the contents of the small cup into his mouth. Grimacing at the bitter liquid.
It was still another thirty minutes before Troy could take a breath without feeling like he was going to start sneezing his head off. “Holy shit…that was intense.”He huffed, still feeling a bit lightheaded and out of breath.
“Yeah, you’re telling me,” Wyatt chuckled, sounding relieved, “Thought we were gonna lose you there for a moment, good thing Hollzy had some Benadryl on him.”
Troy slumped against the wall of the shower, sliding down it, totally drained.
Wyatt turned off the water, handing him a towel.
“I’m gonna go grab Harris, let him know you’re out for practice and that you’ll probably need a ride home.” Wyatt told.
Troy didn’t even have the energy to protest, ready to go home and sleep, and try not to think too hard about the heckling he was going to get the next time he walked into the locker rooms.
tbc~
Good news! Apparently, I've dislodged my writer's block! So maybe the next chapter will be coming soon, lol
Bad news for Troy, though. 😅
Let Me Love You Like You Love Me.
Sooooo....
I wrote a thing.
Is it the thing I’m supposed to be writing…no. But I think it turned out nicely, so hopefully I’ll be forgiven.
Anyway, enjoy Shane being bullied just a little bit. 🤣
⚠️ CW: Light Mess and Potential Contagion ⚠️
‼️Minors Do Not Interact‼️
~
Shane had been avoiding eye contact with him most of this game, and Ilya had a feeling he knew why.
It started last night on the phone when Shane insisted that he was fine. Despite most of his team being sick with whatever bug was going around.
Now that they were on the ice together, though, Ilya could see Shane was in fact not fine.
It was even worse close-up when they had to face off.
His boyfriend’s face was pale, making the dark bruise-like rings under his eyes stand out, and his nose was the kind of chapped red you only got from days of abuse with tissues.
“So this is fine?” Ilya muttered pointedly when they faced each other. Shane’s cheeks flooded with color, as his gaze flitted away from Ilya.
“Can we not do this right now?” He rasped, his voice almost gone and thick with congestion.
Shane lost the face-off.
Ilya watched Shane from his bench as a teammate handed him a couple of tissues, and all Ilya could think was that wont nearly be enough. He averted his gaze just as Shane snapped forward into the waiting tissues. Not wanting to tempt fate with the prickle he felt forming in his own sinuses.
Ilya couldn't understand why Shane was here.
Taking a swig from his water bottle, he chanced a peek at his boyfriend, smiling and chatting with his teammates like nothing was wrong.
Probably looking to their eyes relaxed and confident.
He saw it, though the way his smile was just a bit too tight at the corners, the slight pinch in his brow.
Shane was miserable, and Ilya couldn't understand how no one else could see it.
He looked away when Shane caught him staring, smoothing his expression, icy like he didn't care.
Missing the way Shane's smile faltered slightly.
~
Ilya texted Shane after the game, standing in the middle of the cold and flu aisle, waiting for his boyfriend to answer.
Ilya stared at his phone, the text conversation only providing more fuel for his irritation.
He didn't understand why Shane was being like this.
It didn't matter if Shane wanted to be stubborn. If Shane wasn't going to take care of himself, Ilya would do it for him.
He shoved his phone in his pocket, making his way around the store, tossing things into a basket.
Not even sure Shane needed any of these things, but he didn't care.
When Ilya walked through the door of Shane's home tonight, he wanted to make sure that he was prepared for whatever was thrown at him.
He got to Shane's place, punching in the door code, arms loaded with bags, wondering if he'd maybe gone a bit overboard.
"Shane?" Ilya called out softly, in case his boyfriend was asleep. Standing quietly in the entryway, he listened for signs of life.
IhZZSCHHihhwww!!
Okay, so not asleep. Ilya closed the door behind him, setting the bags on the counter and unpacking them, as Shane sneezed.
HtzzzsHHiiehww!
And sneezed.
HhhizzZSHHhih!!
And sneezed.
Hh…hehh…hihh-AtzzsSSHiheww!
Ilya thumbed at his nose, roughly bullying the growing prickle in his own sinuses into submission with a snort.
He made quick work of the bags, putting everything perishable away, leaving just the cold medicine, a box of tissues, and a bottle of blue Gatorade.
He opened the cabinet, grabbed a glass, and when it was filled with water, he took his spoils to the bedroom.
Ilya expected to find his boyfriend resting. Instead, he found Shane sitting on top of the covers, staring at the screen of his laptop intensely.
A slight crease in his brow as surly the screen was giving a headache.
"Shane," He said, watching the man startle, "Sweetheart, you're supposed to be resting. Y'know, so maybe you can breathe through your nose next game and maybe not lose so badly."
"I am resting..." Shane grumbled, "We didn't lose that badly."
Ilya peeked over Shane's shoulder to see what he was even doing, irritated to find he was watching game footage.
"Reviewing game footage is not resting, Shane." He said, closing Shane's laptop and taking it away before Shane could attempt to reopen it.
"What the fuck, Ilya!" Shane croaked, reaching for his laptop, but Ilya pulled it out of his reach, using his other hand to push Shane back onto the bed.
His boyfriend didn't give up sitting back up making another grab for it, but Ilya was quicker.
"Stop it, Shane." Ilya said firmly, "Gospodin, I don't understand why you're being so difficult."
He regretted saying it the second the words came out of his mouth, and Shane flinched, letting his hand drop to his side. Staring at Ilya wide-eyed and hurt.
Ilya didn't have a chance to correct himself before Shane retreated under the blankets.
"Fuck you...I said you didn't have to come over." Shane's voice wobbled, sounding small and broken, making Ilya's heart throb.
The last thing he wanted was to make Shane cry.
Ilya took a deep breath, exhaling his frustration. Lifting the corner of the blanket, he crawled underneath, wrapping Shane up in his arms. When he wasn't immediately shoved away, Ilya spoke.
"I'm sorry, Moya lyubov', you're not difficult," Ilya told him, pressing a kiss to the top of Shane's head. "It's just don't understand you did not even tell me that you are feeling bad, and it made me feel sad."
Shane was quiet for a moment, and for a second Ilya was worried he'd said the wrong thing again.
"sndf...I don't...I didn't think you'd want to know. It's just a cold." He mumbled into Ilya's chest.
"You would want to know if it were me." Ilya reasoned, and Shane made a little noise, burrowing further into his side.
"That's different." Shane answered.
"How?" Ilya huffed, letting his hand smooth over his boyfriend's back in circles as Shane thought about it.
"I don't know..." Shane said, "It just is."
Ilya thought about his next words carefully, not wanting to put his foot in his mouth again. He didn't want this to be an argument; he wanted to understand.
"Okay, explain then, help me understand," Ilya said, "What does Shane Hollander normally do when he catches a cold?"
Shane hesitated for a moment.
"Mmm...take medicine, hydrate, take vitamins..." He answered, and Ilya's brow furrowed.
"And let your body rest, right? Skip practice?" Ilya supplied, hoping that Shane had at least the sense to skip practice.
But instead of agreeing, Shane just got really quiet.
Ilya had a feeling he was starting to get to the bottom of this and that he wasn't going to like what he found out.
"Okay, what about on day you have a photoshoot or an ad?" He presented a different scenario: "You call Yuna and say I don't feel well."
"No!" Shane answered almost immediately this time, "My mom works so hard to get those. It'd be selfish to cancel for just a cold."
There was that phrase again. Just a cold.
It bothered Ilya.
"So if cold is not a good reason for Shane Hollander to take a sick day, what is?" Ilya prodded.
"I don't know..."Shane sounded irritated," An injury? The flu? Something more than just a cold."
It was the way Shane said it, not like he was telling Ilya but like he was trying to convince himself. That having a cold wasn't enough to justify needing a break or a minute to rest.
It made him wonder just how many times Shane had heard this phrase.
From his coach? His teammates maybe? He prayed that he had never heard it from Yuna, but Ilya couldn't be sure.
Ilya felt like an idiot.
His Shane could never be difficult. Not really. He always folded himself into whatever neat little box people needed him to fit into
A sharp intake of breath pulled him from his thoughts.
Ilya was almost worried Shane had started crying for real this time, but one glance at his expression told him this wasn't the case.
Shane's mouth hung open slightly as he brought up a hand, his expression hazy, on the cusp of another fit. His chest swelling with hiccuping breaths.
Watching him awoke the dormant buzzing that had settled in Ilya's own nose, which was angry from being squashed down twice today. It was clear it wouldn't be denied this time, but he didn't want to interrupt Shane, so he pinched his nose shut.
Hhht’khschh!—hh’khschhh! HHp-hnNGkkssSHhhtt!!
It wasn't enough.
Shane was still hovering on the crest of his own fit a moment before exhaling, scrubbing his nose.
"Gngh...sorry." Shane snuffled apologetically.
"What are you sorry for? Pretty sure I should be apologizing." Ilya huffed, amused, feeling a little bad about stealing Shane's sneezes.
"I don't know...I just am." Shane said, inhaling sharply.
hHDT’iIISSCHHHhuhh!!
The first sneeze took them both by surprise, as it was much louder than Shane's usual sneezes and completely uncovered. The cool spray made Ilya shiver as it misted his face.
HhhDTSSCHHHhihww! eh'TZZSSHIEW!
The next two came nearly on top of each other, and it wasn't until the fourth and final sneeze that Shane got enough of a pause to bring his hand up.
Hhh… f-huuugck–hH-UhsscCHHheuhw!!!
Ilya was stunned.
Shane's eyes were wide, his face turning bright red as he didn't move his hand away from his face.
Not that Ilya had to guess why that last sneeze had sounded...productive.
"Bud'te zdorovy." He said after a moment, trying hard to keep a straight face, passing Shane the tissue box from the nightstand.
"God, that was so gross..." Shane moaned, pulling a handful of tissues from the box and blowing his nose.
Ilya couldn't keep it together, snorting, amused.
"Don't fucking laugh! I just sneezed in your face." Shane hissed, sounding mortified, but that just made Ilya laugh harder.
"It's fine, Shane. I'm pretty sure I've seen grosser things come out of Troy's nose in the locker room." Ilya teased, and Shane wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"Gross, Ilya, I don't want to hear about that." Shane whined.
"Is true, though, can get really nasty." Ilya joked, earning a light shove from his boyfriend, but at least Shane didn't look so miserable.
He pulled Shane close to his chest, feeling the man's warm breath tickle his neck. They lay there for a moment, enjoying each other's company.
"Shane?" Ilya broke the silence.
"Hm?" Shane hummed, sounding like he was falling asleep.
"Next time, let me know when you're not feeling well...even if it is just a cold." Ilya said, waiting with baited breath.
"...Okay." Shane breathed out before he nodded off.
Soooo
I may be writing a thing...and it's not the thing I'm supposed to be writing.
Obsessed with the idea of Shane treating Ilya's nose better than he treats his own nose.
Like the second it's cold season, he's buying Ilya nice lotion tissues, smearing all sorts of creams and stuff on it in an attempt to keep it from turning into a chapped mess, making sure he has decongestants, all the good shit.
Only for him to catch the same exact cold, and Ilya coming back from an away game, and his poor boyfriend's nose is just a sore, chapped mess. Just a little horrified that his boyfriend apparently does not give himself the same treatment, as Shane insists that it's fine even though Ilya has eyes and can see that it is not in fact fine.
Hii! If you’d like, maybe Il/ya and Shan/e for the 3x3 asks? :) ❤️
3 things I like about them
Shane 1. I like that he has anxiety because I also have anxiety, and it's nice to be able to relate to a character like that. 2. I like that he overthinks things; I was just as delighted as Ilya was when he did things like buy a whole building just so they could have sex. It was sweet, and I think it made Ilya feel special even if they were still just "hooking up". 3. I like that he creates a safe space for Ilya to be emotionally vulnerable. Somewhere that he can cry freely without worrying about ridicule. Ilya 1. I like that he always checks in on Shane, making sure that his needs are being met and that he's comfortable. No matter whether it's a stressful situation or they're just having sex. 2. I like that the mole on his cheek always makes me think of a little heart. My favorite thing is when people draw it like a little heart. 3. I like that he cares for the people in his life so deeply.
3 Snz/adjacent headcannon
Shane 1. I think he's better at taking care of other people than he is at taking care of himself. 2. I think he has really loud, messy sneezes that he does his best to squash down in public because he doesn't want to draw too much attention to himself. He doesn't want it to become a thing. 3. I feel like he's not an easy sick person, and he feels bad about it. Ilya 1. I feel like he's prone to sinus infections and gnarly chest colds. Sometimes at the same time, if he's having a particularly unlucky day. 2. I feel like he stifles around people that he's not comfortable with, but once he trusts them not to be weird about it, he'll sneeze more openly. 3. I can see him being a sympathetic sneezer. I think it's cute, and I'm definitely going to have to incorporate it at some point into a fic.
3 snz/adjacent prompts or scenarios
Shane 1. Ilya and Shane sharing a cold, but Ilya keeps stealing Shane's sneezes. Maybe inducing Shane because these two can't be separated.🤣 2. Shane being sick in public because of social obligations to his team, and Ilya smuggling his boyfriend out. Whisking him away to be doted on. 3. Shane getting caught on camera by a fan sneezing his pretty little head off, and Ilya seeing the video, abusing his delivery app to send his boyfriend/husband things. Ilya 1. Ilya finding out that Shane has the kink and abusing this knowledge whenever he can. Sending Shane videos, surprising him when he gets home from a stressful day, to diffuse tension, etc. 🤣 2. Ilya getting sick, worried about bothering or grossing out Shane, only to immediately be babied by his husband the second he finds out. 3. Ilya being attacked by an unknown allergen, as Shane panics a bit trying to figure out what his sneezy boyfriend/husband is allergic to.
Damn! I really had to think about these, but it was super fun! I'd love to do more of these!
Three Times the Centaurs Suffered + One Time Shane Joins Them (1/?)
Part Two
Alright, I suppose I've procrastinated on this enough. Here's the first part: the Centaurs have made a mistake, and now Ilya's suffering for it.
I hope that you guys enjoy this first part while I figure out how to write the next part in the meantime.
I did not edit this, and I know absolutely nothing about Hockey so feel free to let me know if there are any major errors.
⚠️ Minors Do Not Interact ⚠️
‼️Do Not Repost to a non-kink blog.‼️ "Hhd-hhRRSCHHEUhww!! Huhh!-”
“Damn, Cap, you think you can find somewhere else to practice your impression of the big bad wolf?” Barrett winced as Ilya doubled over with an impressive double. “HhrrsSCHHHheuhww!… f-huuugck– hHHRRZZSCHHH’HUE!!” “He’ll huff and puff and blow your house down.” Bood cackled.
Ilya flipped him off, dropping his gloves so that he could scrub his nose. Mashing the flesh with the heel of his palm, the skin flushed pink under the abuse.
“Quit that…”Shane huffed, digging around his duffel, tossing Ilya a pack of tissues.
Ilya caught the pack with a thick snuffle, tearing it open, pulling a few out, and bringing them up to blow his nose noisily, swiping at his nose roughly with the mostly soiled paper. “Gh…this is unfair slander! I am not the only one who sneezes in this locker room, and yet I am being picked on!” Ilya protested, crossing his arms over his chest with a pout. Shane rolled his eyes, sitting on the bench, working on getting his gear off. “No one in this room sneezes nearly as much as you do. I’m surprised you haven’t taken the locker room with those beasts yet.” Hayes jabbed, poking fun at his friend.
“Not true, Shane is sneezy too…”Ilya started, but let his mouth snap shut when Shane shot him a look that said, ‘Do you really want to go there?’ “What Hollzy!? No way!” Hayes chuckled. “Seriously, Cap? You could’ve at least tried to pick someone more believable.”Dykstra shook his head as they murmured in agreement, before the subject was dropped. Barrett lingered on the thought, though.
Had any of them ever actually seen Hollander sneeze? He thought back, racking his brain, but couldn’t come up with anything. That bothered him for some odd reason, as he’s pretty sure he’d seen most of his teammates sneeze at least once.
Heck, even Barrett, who didn’t have a particularly sensitive nose, has sneezed at least once or twice in front of the guys.
Barrett would be inclined to believe that Shane had an even less sensitive nose if he hadn’t caught the pointed look Shane had flashed Ilya earlier.
“Okay, but in all seriousness, has anyone actually seen Hollzy sneeze?” Troy asked, the second Ilya and Shane left the room.
“Does it matter?” Hayes shrugged, and he was probably right.
“I guess not, it’s just…you aren’t curious?” Barrett asked, bending down to unlace his skates. “I don’t know, I guess it’s a little weird, but maybe Hollzy’s not a sneezy guy.” Hayes shrugged, working on shucking off his own gear. Troy shrugged, dropping the subject for now. ~
The subject didn’t come up again until a couple of weeks later, when Barrett caught Hayes carrying a bouquet into the locker room.
Which was interesting, since flowers were banned from the locker room, although none of them could remember why at the moment. “I knew you were curious!” Barrett exclaimed, pointing at Hayes accusingly. “I never said I wasn’t,” Hayes defended, “and it’s not like I purposely went out of my way to buy them, a fan caught me outside before I walked in.” Bood walked in, and their gaze shifted to him as he also carried a bouquet. “Aw, man, here I thought I was being unique.” He scowled as he crossed the room to his stall, setting his own bouquet on the bench, noticing Hayes had his own bouquet, “Ah, she got you too, Hayes.” “Damn, Barrett, how’d you avoid flower girl?” Hayes asked, noticing that Barrett’s stall was absent of his own bouquet.
“I always come in through the back.” Barrett shrugged, as if speaking of it, the door opened, and in entered Haas. Thankfully, without a third bouquet.
He stared at the bouquet in Hayes' hands, then let his gaze shift to one sitting on the bench by Bood’s stall, before sighing. “Whatever’s going on, please leave me out of it.” Haas groaned, crossing the room to his own stall, working on putting his gear on.
“Nothing’s going on.” Hayes insisted, setting his own flowers by his stall, getting ready for practice. He didn’t think about it any further until he heard Shane and Ilya walk in together. It was a bit late for them, considering they were usually the first to practice, but if he had to guess by the tone of Hollander’s voice, Ilya had probably made them run late.
They were so engrossed in their conversation that neither of them noticed the flowers as they walked to their own stalls, getting ready for practice.
Hayes was putting on his when the first sneeze came, startling him into dropping it.
“Heh’EsSSHH!”
He really should be used to it by now with how sneezy their captain is, yet he still manages to catch them off guard on occasion.
He waited patiently for the other two to come along.
“h'uhhH'EHSSCh'uh! Heh'ESHHuh! Eh’ISHh! Esh’SHiuhh!”
Okay…that was a lot more than Ilya’s normal three-and-done sneezing fits. They also sounded kind of different.
Then all at once, Hayes remembered exactly why flowers were banned from the locker room. “Fuck!” He said, scooping up the bouquet before practically sprinting across the room to grab Boods, before calmly tossing them out the nearest window.
It didn’t matter, though the damage had already been done. “Eschhhhuhh!…hheh-! HhHEschhhuh! Huhh….sndf-hhHEhschhuhh!! -HehHshhhuh!! …Hehhschhhuh!”
“Why were there flowers in here!?” Shane panicked, watching Hayes chuck both bouquets out the window.
“Some fan caught Bood and me outside before we came in. I didn’t even think about it.” Hayes explained, as he helped Shane shuffle Ilya out of the locker room, as he continued to snap in half with sneeze after sneeze.
Barrett winced watching them, checking pollen off his list since it was obvious Shane wasn’t having any issues.
He just hoped their slip-up didn’t end up with Ilya taking it out on them during practice.
~ tbc ~
Three Times the Centaurs Suffered + One Time Shane Joins Them (2/?)
Part One
Holy Crap, I don't know why I had such a hard time writing this part! It's here, though! A big thanks to everyone for waiting so patiently!
There's not much dialogue in this part, but honestly, it didn't feel like it needed much dialogue. I sort of like how Troy is just a quiet observer, not drawing attention or making a big fuss over Luca's plight.
It feels very Troy for some reason.
Anyway, hope everyone enjoys! Hopefully the next part won't take so long! ~
The next opportunity doesn’t present itself for a while.
Troy had almost forgotten his curiosity entirely until Harris suggested that the Centaurs volunteer to walk dogs at a local shelter. It would make for a fantastic social media opportunity, and their captain would get his puppy fix, not to mention helping dogs get adopted. It was an all-around win-win scenario.
He’d told Harris when he sprung the suggestion on him this morning during breakfast. Since his boyfriend was professional, it wasn’t hard to work things out quickly with a local shelter.
Harris was saving the big reveal for after practice, wanting to surprise the team since they’d been playing so well lately.
As predicted, the team was ecstatic.
The locker room was a chorus of whoops and holloring. Troy chanced a glance at Ilya and Shane during the chaos, but neither of them looked phased in any way about this news.
Their captain was, as usual, over-enthusiastically celebrating. His husband smiled fondly at him in a way that forced Troy to look away, feeling like he was intruding on a private moment.
So Troy figured that he could scratch dogs off his mental list of allergens.
In looking away, Troy did happen to notice Luca looking a bit squirrely, which struck him as a bit odd, but he didn’t think about it much. It didn’t take much for the Rookie to get anxious. Now that they’re at the shelter, Troy is starting to wonder if he should have paid a bit more attention. Nobody else has noticed, but Luca has been… fidgeting for lack of a better word. Mostly swiping at his nose, occasionally rubbing his eyes when he thinks no one is looking.
It goes unnoticed in the sea of chaos, of large men fussing over dogs. Troy may have missed it too if he hadn’t been looking at just the right moment. Now that he’s seen it, though, he can’t unsee it.
Something is definitely up with their rookie. He watches Luca, sitting on the ground giving one of the long-haired dogs a bit of attention, when his expression shifts slightly. Then he does something completely unexpected.
Ah-gnxt! hNXT-uh! Hah’tCHNx!
Luca sneezes; at least he’s pretty sure that’s what that was. If he hadn’t been looking in that exact moment, he would have missed it.
So Troy kept an eye on the rookie, discreetly of course.
Witnesses this pattern of irritated squashed sneezes at least three more times, each more desperate to get out.
He glanced around to see if anyone else noticed, but with so many fuzzy distractions around, they were oblivious.
…Was Luca allergic to dogs?
No, that was ridiculous. Surely he’d tell them if that were the case, especially since they were going to a place surrounded by the furry little beasts.
Ng’TCHht! hGNXT-uh! Hah’tCHNx!
Oh my god, Luca’s totally allergic to dogs, Troy conceded with a bit of bemusement, and he had a hunch that Luca was aware of this fact.
He briefly concidered letting Haas keep his secret to himself.
But decided against it since they were going to notice anyway since Luca’s little fits were getting harder to contain. Also, Troy couldn’t tell if it was his imagination or not, but he was pretty sure one of Luca’s eyes was starting to swell.
Troy walked over to Ilya, nudging the man once…then a bit harder a second time when that failed to drag his friend’s attention from his new furry friend.
The captain shot him a what the fuck look, and Troy nodded in the direction of Luca as his head snapped forward with another squashed fit. HpPT! NgkKKGxtt!! hHp’nGKKtt!
Ilya’s face went through an array of emotions before landing on amusement when he came to the same conclusion Troy had.
Wordlessly, Ilya got up, crossing the room.
Nudging Luca with his foot, the rookie jumped before looking up at his captain looming over him with a knowing look.
Troy almost felt bad watching Luca deflate a little, but it was for his own good.
Besides, he overheard Ilya reassuring the rookie as he ushered him out of the room that he could come back to visit his new friend once properly medicated.
He also made a mental note to inform Weibe to add dogs to Luca’s medical file.
~tbc~
Wip Wednesday! Bully me into finishing this chapter!
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