when do they kiss?

kit. she/they. 30-something. fandom obsessions and other shenanigans. (sometimes nsfw, no minors pls)

[lucylehane]

"He could tell that Rozanov was starting to lose his composure."

[allesfresser]

His tomato🍅

[louferrignojrofficial]

HEATED RIVALRY 1.01 "Rookies"

[hr-rep]

Shane getting criticized for not using pride tape and he’s caught on a mic later that week saying I didn’t realize it wasn’t the sucking dick that made me gay but the rainbow . Which is how he comes out.

[firstprinced]

@yearnalisms requested to bring this beautiful text post by @honeyybrii to gif form! all inspo credit to op of the text post! 💜 this tag is especially a good sum up of the set:

#it's genuinely so funny everytime ilya tries to teeheehaha around an insecurity #shane is like actually 🤓👆🏻

[writinginasnowglobe]

i think at a certain point shane would start getting seriously annoyed at the seemingly widespread idea that he's somehow supposed to be "controlling" ilya. maybe it starts off as a lighthearted joke with the way some of their friends will glance at him in anticipation when ilya says something particularly asshole-y like they expect him to tell ilya off. and at the beginning maybe shane somewhat gets it (but really though, he doesn't) because yeah it's his reputation in the league and maybe the rivalry plays a part in it too, especially for people who've never gotten to know him, but eventually, it just starts pissing him off

they're at the kingfisher after a game in new york and scott and some of the other admirals are there along with a majority of the cens and they're all having a good time. ilya and some random admirals player are chirping each other and ilya says something a little mean in the asshole way he does with a small tilt of his lips. and shane can suddenly feel eyes on him from scott and carter and troy and various other players, and for a second he doesn't get it. he doesn't get it, until all he does is snort in response, because well, it was true and also pretty funny and ilya really is the funniest person he knows, okay, and ilya nudges him with a small smile when he hears it, but then the stares slowly morph into something like confused gapes, and all of a sudden, he gets it. it's not the first time it happens and it definitely won't be the last, but shane starts noticing it a lot more and it continues to piss. him. the. fuck. off.

hayden giving him an expectant glance when ilya is half-yelling and groaning with a few cens in the bar at the soccer game on tv, like shane is for some reason gonna tell him to quiet down. scott giving him a quick side-eye when ilya chirps about his age on the ice, like shane is gonna tell him to stop; like he doesn't find the multiple layers to ilya's chirps to scott genuinely impressive, like he doesn't find it amusing. evan, though to his credit he was mostly joking, making a sly comment about shane needing to hold ilya back from fighting during a game, like shane would do that when ilya is well-fucking-aware of when to pick fights and when not to because he is the second-best hockey player in the league; like shane doesn't also find it unbearably hot when ilya has a little blood on his knuckles and dripping down the corner of his lips as he calls out mean little quips at the other team with a smirk on his face

because the thing about their relationship is that shane is undeniably attracted to ilya being an asshole. he thinks it's funny. it almost definitely also turns him on. and he likes when ilya is mean and smug and rowdy and a little shit. he likes when ilya is an asshole to him because that's their banter and their foreplay. he likes when ilya is an asshole to other people because he pretty much always thinks what ilya says is hilarious. (plus it's the fact that shane is also an asshole; it's just that ilya says it out loud more often than he does)

and so the thing about their relationship that, for some fucking reason, other people don't get is that shane, from the very beginning, has always and will continue to like when ilya is an asshole. and yes, they're married (shane also thinks some people seem to forget this, because why would shane marry ilya if he truly doesn't like ilya's personality. he thinks other people are a little stupid sometimes.) but they're also best friends and bond over being the best at what they do and how competitive they are and that they're both a little bitchy at times

long story short, i think that at some point during the first season of them playing together, all of the cens (and various other friends/players) eventually learn, as shane continues to not react the way they expect him to, that shane is THE biggest ilya enabler. he won't tell ilya off or nag him, but is actually probably standing a little off to the side with a tiny little smirk on his lips and hearts (and a little heat) in his eyes as he watches his husband

[moonlightsonatah]

hang it in the louvre

pt 46/?

[mymansmoon]

once shane gets over his shock they briefly talk logistics. when exactly ilya intends to go to the cottage. how long he'd like to stay. shane distractedly assures ilya he'll come up with an excuse for his parents as to why he suddenly won't be able to see them for an extended period of time. ilya feels slightly bad about it, but not too much. the hollanders have spent a lifetime with shane. ilya's only just found the conviction to ask for two weeks.

"okay," shane says, after their plan has taken crude shape. the details will come later, after they put their phones down. "okay," he repeats, firmer. then soft again, "I'll see you soon."

ilya feels his strings get cut. he leans against a wall. "see you soon, shane."

svetlana is back in the living room when ilya returns. she whips around on the couch, phone in hand, says, "what the fuck did scott hunter do when I left the room? for five minutes?"

it's a rhetorical question. the tv broadcast has—for now—moved onto highlights of the actual game, but she has her social media open on her phone. ilya makes a vague, loose gesture with his shoulder. "kissed his pretty boyfriend on the ice."

she swears quietly, engrossed again in her feed. "unbelievable. it's your fault I missed it, ilya. your niece's gift is in your suitcase," she adds distractedly. it is. the whale plushie sitting atop the stack of kids' novels sitting atop his serviceably folded clothes. not as neat as hollander's always are. ilya runs his thumb over the edge of his phone case.

"svetlana."

"mm."

"I will not be going to russia."

she breaks from her phone. frowns at him. "what do you mean?"

"I have to be somewhere else."

"where?"

"ottawa."

blinking green eyes. svetlana knows him better than anyone on this planet. he sees her gears turning. there is nothing on the surface of his life that would take him to a place like ottawa, nothing even on the deeper layers svetlana has almost exclusive access to. but there are few things about him that she is completely unaware of. what he has refused to lay bare for her she's deduced the shape of anyway, purely from the nature of his refusals. he sees her eyes flick to the tv. an ad for beer is playing. that's not what she's thinking of.

"is it for a person."

she says more than asks it. either way ilya responds, "yes."

"jane."

"yes."

she lifts her chin, slowly. "montreal jane who is from ottawa." they look at each other, ilya doesn't speak. eventually she shakes her head. "shane hollander, ilya? really?"

ilya sits. she laughs, incredulous, but also triumphant. she'll be annoyed at him later for abandoning her to his family on a moment's notice, but for now there is shane. and hunter. and hunter's surprise boyfriend. and shane. and shane. and shane.

[bugslibraryy]

i was thinking about nurse shane and security ilya doing what they can to have their schedules align to the same nights so they have a fairly decent routine together (as much as you can in a hospital)

then shane is asked/assigned to cover a day shift nurses maternity leave so their schedules are completely off. at work during opposite times, sleeping during opportune quality time at home, no overlapping breaks aside from catching each other shift changes.

they both do a lot of little things for each other during that time to make up for it like shane packing ilya lunches with cute notes and ilya leaving flowers or small surprises for shane to find when he gets home. they do of course get their off days when they do manage to overlap, but the sleep adjustments still make it difficult to fully enjoy it.

both are just desperately looking forward to being back on the same wake windows and working schedules, already planning on using vacation time in between to realign shane’s sleep schedule and just spend time together.

Hiii sugarloaf 🦦

Yum I love this so much much baby ! In my reality (which I think is different from the US and maybe UK and idk about Canada lol) Shane is on a rotating roster, so he’s on a mix of 12hr days and nights through the month. Ilya would be a more set roster in my mind- so like he does a week of days then a week of nights alternating.

So let’s say it’s like ten or so months into being together, and they have found a way to make their rosters work most months with Shane’s always changing schedule and Ilya’s set one- some are a bit more spotty than others but they are seeing each other at least two or three times a week, outside of work at minimum. And it’s not always easy- sometimes it’s an hour and compromising naps and getting up early or staying up late, or swapping shifts but they make it work pretty well.

And really Shane’s place has kinda become their place now- (it’s not official, the living together in all ways but the actual asking of it and transfer of leases) - it’s closer to the hospital and Ilya has a roommate and Shane had shyly said one afternoon when Ilya had spoken about going home when Shane went to work that he liked knowing Ilya was there to come home to. He liked the idea of Ilya sleeping in his bed, even if Shane couldn’t be in it with him. And really- it gives them more time, coming home to the same place. (They haven’t laid it out together, in conversation, but Shane thinks Ilya must feel it too, the warmth of someone to come home to, of building something together, of not feeling so alone, of having a piece of life, something real and human and soft to come home to after long shifts in hospital walls and hospital chaos)

But then Shane is moved to a night shift roster for a month to cover a co worker who is off on workers compensation with an injury. Of course in divine timing Ilya is on three weeks of day shifts because they are installing new duress alarms and safety threat code responses across the building and they need extra support in hours for testing them.

It’s the first time they are stuck in complete opposite rosters, so they sit down and compare the days. At Shane’s instruction- he literally says they need to ‘have a meeting’ about it and then Ilya is too busy kissing Shane stupid over that, then fucking Shane stupid over that, for them to have a meeting about it until later that evening.

The meeting is very Formal, Shane in Ilya’s lap on the couch with his laptop open, calendar app pulled up that’s synced up to the app on his phone. Ilya is like valiantly trying not to get hard over Shane having a whole calendar set titled

Ilya 🧸💗 nestled there on the side between:

🏥 Work 🦋 Social life ✅ Reminders 🏋🏻 Gym 📌 Appointments 👟 Runs

The emojis alone (and the fact ilya got 2!) made it hard for Ilya to focus on the screen and not biting at Shane’s neck and ears and getting his hand down his sweats as they settled onto the couch. Shane had slapped Ilya’s hand away when he tried. Shane pulls up his roster online and Ilya logs into his on his phone, and Shane ads in his shifts first, then Ilya’s to his calendar. It leaves them with 3 days they are both off shift across the whole month, one of which will be taken by going to see Shane’s parents, time that Ilya values, having a family again, but it leaves them with less time alone than they barely have already.

They are quiet as they look at the screen, and Shane tips his head back with a long breath, resting his head on Ilya’s shoulder and their chests shift together, the tap drips in the sink. Ilya’s hand pushes away Shane’s hoodie to put his hand flat over the soft skin of Shane’s stomach. Shane sits up after another breath, and starts highlighting the shifts they cross over, the time they could find at the hospital, crossing over as they arrive for and leave from shift.

Fondness washes over Ilya then, so immense that he rubs the curve of Shane’s waist, tucks his nose and lips to the back of Shane’s neck and watches over his shoulder as his boyfriend carefully finds every pocket of time they can have. Ilya pushes his nose into the short hairs st Shane’s neck, takes a long breath in, seaweed shampoo, soap and warmth.

His Shane.

He tucks his smile behind Shane’s ear as Shane mutters about him being distracting. Ilya slips his fingertips down into the waistband of Shane’s sweatpants, hand resting still. He doesn’t move, still until Shane fusses his hips slightly and Ilya smirks. “No distractions” he replies and Shane huffs, Ilya slips his fingertips a centimetre down. It becomes a game and soon the meeting is very much over and the laptop is on the floor and Ilya is forcing Shane’s hip still with one hand as he works his cock with the other.

Ilya makes a screenshot of the calendar his screensaver on the first of the month, (he’s really to blame that the sight of it makes him half hard, thinking of shane all squirmy and flushed and cute in his lap as he tries hard to stay still for Ilya as Ilya works him over in a slow and tight grip).

The night before their rosters seperate them, they spend it mostly in bed, a long sleep in together, lazy cosy morning sex- then gym and a long hot shower and getting off together again like that, kissing under the hot water all hands and mouths. Then it’s back to bed with promises from Ilya he will help Shane meal prep later “later sweetheart I promise but we won’t get to fall asleep together so many nights, I’ll forget the shape of you, the feel of you, you’ll be a distant memory while I hold Benjamin close and cry-“ and a slap of shanes hand to the side of his head which had turned into grappling which had turned into play fighting which had turned into more sex.

The start first week isn’t so bad, just like a misaligned run of shifts in any other month, which happens often. But then it stretches into six days without seeing each other, opposite routines of sleeping and waking and they both start to feel lonely. Feel the space between them, the coming home to an empty bed. The catching texts and calls in the hours they are both awake.

Finally on the sixth day, they overlap Ilya is coming to the end his day shift and shane is coming in for his night. Shane is so excited at the thought of being able to actually see Ilya, he finds himself parked in the carpark a full hour before shift starts. Usually the absolute earliest he’d get there is thirty minutes before. He texts Ilya a ljttle “👋🏼.”Who texts back “😚😚😚😚 already????” Which makes Shane flush, happy to know Ilya is as eager as he is at the prospect of seeing each other.

“P3 level 1” Shane replies, because he usually parks in the further carpark P6 because it’s cheaper, but P3 is just on the edge of the back exit of the main building, and Shane just figures it might be easier to see ilya for longer this way.

It takes Ilya four minutes to be opening Shane’s passenger side door, a few droplets of misty rain in his curls.

He smells like the hospital, but still a bit like his cologne and his cheeks are pink and just curls are messy and he’s smirking and saying “come here often?” But Shane is across the dash before Ilya’s favourite line is fully out.

His hand cups Ilya’s cheek and he’s pressing their lips together, firm but civil, closed lipped, a soft lock of mouths. Ilya hums against his mouth, a pleased sound and leans into the kiss just as Shane pulls back a breath, noses still pressed together.

“Hi, sorry” Shane mumbles, and his eyes are staring at Ilya’s mouth, teeth worrying at his bottom lip. “I just missed you” he confesses and Ilya hums, his hand cups the back of Shane’s neck and he kisses soft pretty pecks all over his pouty mouth.

“No sorry. Is cute” Ilya mutters, one hand finding Shane’s to fiddle with, pulling it into his lap, tracing the back of his hand with his thumb.

“I missed you too” Ilya adds, kisses to the left of Shane’s nose, his Cupids bow, his chin.

“Really?” Shane asks, voice low and Ilya laughs, nuzzles his face into Shane’s cheek.

“Yes, really can you believe it?” Ilya whispers and his hand catches Shane’s cheek, thumb gripping his cheek gently, making his lips pout just so.

“Missed you” Ilya exhales again, and leans forward to kiss Shane’s pout once, twice, a third time before they fall into a warm kiss, too much for the carpark at work Ilya realises when he feels a soft whimper from Shane into his mouth. Ilya pulls back and Shane huffs and Ilya nods, moves his hand to the back of Shane’s neck. His hand scuffed gently, squeezing the back of his neck, thumb rubbing at his hairline.

They breathe in silence for a while, like that, soft and slow, Ilya rubbing at the back of Shane’s warm neck and Shane’s hand tangled with his fidgeting against his thigh.

Shane turns his head in, knocks his nose against Ilya’s cheek and is pulling back with a slow breath in. His eyes are lidded low, warm and Ilya wants to drag him into the back seat, lay him back and kiss and bite at his hips until Shane is fussing and pulling at his hair and asking for his mouth-

Ilya swallows and rubs his thumb across Shane’s bottom lip, knocks their noses together and pulls back enough to catch Shane’s eyes. His lashes are dark, long and Ilya maps the pretty pattern of his freckles.

“Missed you a lot I think” Shane says with a small huffing laugh and Ilya nods, thumbs his thumb under Shane’s ears.

“Mm. Is hard to” Ilya shrugs. “Show you how much, here” he smirks and Shane rolls his eyes and flicks at Ilya’s shoulder, pulls back and flops against the seat.

“Perv” Shane grumbles and Ilya wiggles his eyebrows and says “well you know how I like you in your scrubs” and then Shane is calling him gross and an asshole and shoving his hand in his face and Ilya is nipping at his fingers.

They settle then, hands tangled and they talk soft and low, catch up and check in and get almost fifteen minutes before Ilya’s radio crackles to life. His supervisors voice cuts through, low, and Shane can’t hear it but Ilya can- clicks in to, answers quickly into it.

“You have to go?” Shane asks and his stomach curls, bites at his bottom lip and hates the cold anxiety that washes up through his ribs.

“Mm. Probably” he shrugs

“Come with me? I’ll walk you to your ward and then maybe you can come for one round with me before you start?” Ilya suggests and Shane is nodding nodding, eager for more time.

The month continues like that, stolen moments in cars or break rooms, in hallways.

They hold hands behind the old outpatients building, steal a small cuddle and then go for a short walk to get coffee when Ilya is coming on shift in the morning and Shane’s shift has just ended.

Ilya drops off coffees, snickers, a huge box of doughnuts for all of Shane’s ward. Once, Ilya’s hoodie tucked into Shane’s locker- with a sticky note “for your 4am freeze” with a silly drawn face and heart. Shane pulls it on before midnight, once his patients are settled and presses his face into the fabric to breathe in Ilya as he documents.

It’s phone calls on breaks, endless stream of texts, photos of them in empty beds, at work, at the gym alone. Dirty texts, needing texts, complaints about how much they want.

Of course Shane is leaving stacked up meal prep in the fridge. Notes for his Ilya “have a good shift baby” “no cigarettes on break :( even if I’m not there to smell it” “handsome boy I miss you” and “enjoy your food. Love you” sometimes badly drawn pictures of stick figures drawing hands, hearts.

Shane comes home one morning to a huge bundle of flowers, hot decaf coffee from his favourite cafe and a pastry on the bench after a terrifying mess of a shift the night before.

Shane makes the bed before he goes to shift, fresh pressed sheets, electric blanket tucked in the bottom of the bed, for Ilya’s eternally cold toes and feet since Shane isn’t there to warm them.

Of course the 3 actual days they have off together are desperate and hot and needy, but also full of so much fucking sleep. They fuck like desperate animals, grasping hands and hungry mouths and pass out, sleep heavy curled up like puppies and wake up and eat and makeout and sleep more and fuck more and watch tv and sleep again. Shane gets the desperate release, as does Ilya of being each others, being owned. The feeling of Ilya owning his pleasure, of being taken care of, of letting go- getting to let go and have Ilya hold him in his palms, know what he needs. Shane cries from the relief of floating out of his head finally, toes curling against Ilya’s calves, clinging Ilya to him desperately, arms tight around him. Ilya isn’t much better, teary as he holds Shane close to him, cooes to him and covers him in kisses, smooths his hands over Shane’s body and feels the trust and love and safety of their connection. Feels the dizzy heat of Shane’s devotion to him, Shane giving away his body to him, of letting Ilya guide him into what he needs.

Ilya had fucking missed the pleasure of Shane desperate to please him, Shane under his command, Shane’s eyes dark and soft and hanging on every word. Beautiful Shane, his, his his.

The manipulate their rosters once they are back to normal, find a stretch of five days and drives hours away to a small Airbnb by the beach and it’s just them and wine and car games and wrestling and fucking and eating food and getting high together, one night, a rare indulgence of slow and steady star gazing together.

[sailyourshipsaroundme]

"'We could only have one child,'' David said quietly. "We thought about adopting, but we decided in the end to just focus on making Shane the best person we could. I think we did an okay job of it.

Ilya smiled at the understatement.

"We couldn't be prouder of the man he's become,' David continued. "I don't have any Stanley Cup rings, but I have Shane.''

Chapter 39, The Long Game

....

It's Christmas of 1988.

There's one more present under the tree, and Yuna's eyes are dancing as she hands it to David. He opens it to find the tiniest pair of shoes he's ever seen.

"No. Really?" He's dizzy.

"Really," Yuna grins, and her eyes are shining with tears, and David loves that face more than anything. He hopes their baby looks just like her.

.....

It's a bitterly cold day in February of 1989 when David puts the shoes away. He pushes down all the anger of it's not fair, why us, why our baby. Yuna needs him.

The doctor had said you're young, you can try again.

.....

In the spring of 1990 the flowers are blooming to life and Yuna's belly is starting to look rounder. David looks around the empty bedroom in their Ottawa house and thinks green might be nice, something that works for a boy or a girl, a nice cheerful shade. Next week he'll buy the paint.

The call from the hospital comes before he gets the chance. When he looks at the doctor's scrubs he thinks green is the ugliest colour on earth.

.....

They don't talk about it. Not when the leaves are changing colour and the nurse offers them congratulations. Not at Christmas or New Year's as they turn the calendar over to 1991. It's Valentines Day before David gets the courage to touch the rounded swell of his wife's body and he cries when whoever is inside touches him back. It doesn't matter that they don't have a name or a face yet, he loves them so much it hurts.

.....

On a Friday morning in May, David holds his son for the first time. His face is scrunched and blotchy red and angry. He's the most perfect thing anyone has ever laid eyes on.

He watches Yuna sing and rock him near the nursery window at home, her face glowing. He thinks the yellow paint was definitely the right choice for their sunshine, their only sunshine.

.....

Shane is a chubby baby (they laugh themselves sick when the baby shoes don't even fit on his fat little biscuit feet) but by the time he turns two he has leaned out into a little boy, they think maybe they are ready to try again. David imagines a girl this time, introducing Shane to his baby sister. Melissa sounds pretty. The baby name book had said it meant honeybee and doesn't that just fit perfectly amidst sunshine and flowers and springtime?

.....

It never happens.

Shane is an only child at four and five and six and he's becoming something special on the ice, all the coaches say so. David thinks that they have no idea what they're talking about when they say that because Shane Hollander has always been special from the time he kicked and rolled inside his mother, before he ever knew what cold was.

If he's all they get, they will make sure he knows he is everything.

.....

Sometimes David wants to take Shane by the shoulders and apologize to him for making him think he has to be everything. You don't have to try so hard to be perfect for us, he wants to say. You're perfect to us because you're you, you're ours, don't you know how we prayed and hoped and waited just for you to exist, don't you know that's enough?

Much, much later as he waves to him (to them) in late evening sunshine, he sees Shane relax behind the windshield with a loving hand on the back of his neck. David feels something inside of him loosen.

.....

On Shane’s wedding day, David embraces both his sons and dances with his wife and my god, if this is all he ever gets in life, no man has ever been so lucky.

.....

"Are you ready?" Shane is smiling and his eyes are shiny. Ilya looks much the same.

David is dizzy. But he nods and holds his hands out. Shane places the baby in his arms and oh, she's so tiny. He forgot how tiny they start out.

Her little knit hat is yellow.

"Hey there, honeybee," he murmurs, and his voice is foggy with unshed tears. "I'm your grandpa."

[lucylehane]

thank you for the tag @ilya-rozanova💕

GIF COLORING CHALLENGE - show gif with and without coloring

tagging (no pressure!): @rylandsgrace @katiesharms @hearteyesilya @russianblush @mrsfitzgerald @heymacy @shaneshollanders

and extra thanks to ilya-rozanova for teaching me how to do the before/after coloring thing! still new here hahah

[thisfeebleheart]

that damn breast cupping and mouth wiping...

[thisfeebleheart]

I know. We know. We just can't come out and, like, announce it.

[bisexualroz]

girldads hollanov

[ilya-rozanova]

DO NOT SAVE HIM he's exactly where he wants to be

[sluttywilliams]

stay.

[lavenderprose]

There exists a video somewhere of Shane Hollander standing in the parking garage of Censplex wearing a backwards snapback and althetic shorts with an inseam that is probably quite literally just listed as 'slut' on the tag as he stares down whoever is holding the camera. In his hands is a beautiful and perfectly spherical watermelon. In his eyes there is nothing.

"You want me to do what?" he asks.

"Crush it," says Harris, too loud and close to the camera.

"Like, with my hands?"

"The challenge is to do it with your thighs."

Shane, his face and his watermelon do not move.

"It's for charity."

Smash cut to Shane sitting on a parking block, face bright red as he reroutes every bit of strength in his entire body towards his thighs. He is utterly silent, straining, and he only makes a sound when the watermelon finally gives up and crumples under the onslaught.

The sound he makes is high, long and deeply inappropriate. It also echoes throughout the entire parking garage for what seems to be a preternaturally long time.

"What the fuck is--" Ilya, who heard that shit through an open window all the way in the team offices, careens out of the propped-open side door just in time to see his husband bite a hunk of watermelon from the dripping remnants. There is juice on his thighs.

"Hey," Shane says, and then squints at the camera, deadpan once again. "I nominate Ilya Rozanov for the watermelon crushing challenge. Or whatever."

Harris, luckily, has a second melon handy.