i can't remember who the op was but i read a fat shane post where he ran and ilya watched and i thought yes!! then i lost the post🙇

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i can't remember who the op was but i read a fat shane post where he ran and ilya watched and i thought yes!! then i lost the post🙇
Once Shane’s on the Centaurs they almost never spend a night apart. They go from only having a few weeks together every summer and catching a day here and there, whenever their schedules align, to living in each others' pockets. They don't even have to separate for road trips. They get to spend every day together and every night in each others' arms. It kind of surprises both of them how easy it is to fit around each other. After years of taking what they could get, they finally get to have every moment and sometimes just the thought of it is overwhelming.
The real kicker comes the first time they spend a night apart. Shane has been booked for a photoshoot that requires him to stay overnight. It shouldn't be a big deal. It's one night. They've spent countless nights apart before.
However, it's nearing 2 AM and Shane still can't fall asleep. There's no deep breathing that boarders on snores filling the room, no one snatching the blankets from him, no cloying warmth of a furnace disguised as a 220 pound hockey player forcing him to stick his feet from under the blanket in an attempt not to overheat. It's awful. It shouldn't be this difficult. They spent years in a long-distance relationship, Shane wishing every night for Ilya's presence. He should be able to do this. But never before has he felt his absence this keenly.
Eventually he gives up and texts him "I can't fucking sleep without you" only for Ilya's face to light up his screen as he immediately calls, having encountered the same problem. They talk for a while and do eventually manage to fall asleep, phones propped up on the pillows on the side of the bed reserved for their husband, just revelling in hearing the sound of the other person's breathing. After that, Shane is reluctant to accept any work commitment that requires him spending a night away from Ilya. It's just not worth it.
"When Shane says "Ilya" back, he's flooded with relief and happiness."
Once he accepts the reality of it Shane literally loves being in love— You can talk to me about anything. You can talk to me in Russian, I want to make you feel better. Come to my front door. Come to my cottage. Let me figure out a plan to keep you. We’ll figure something else out, okay?
(cottage- 2017 post-love confessions)
Shane is handing Ilya something. It looks like? a pair of shoes?
“Here,” Shane places the slipper things into ilya’s hands.
“What are these?” Ilya asks.
“Water shoes.”
“Why do I wear shoes in the water?”
“Because otherwise your feet will get muddy and sandy and touch rocks and seaweed and gross stuff,” Shane explains.
“So? I will just wash them. After.”
“But it feels yucky? On your toes?”
“I will be okay Hollander.” He hands the shoes back to him.
Shane looks extremely wary. “But what if you get a scratch on your foot from a rock or a zebra mussel?”
“Oh no, not a scratch,” Ilya says, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Shane makes his ‘disgruntled frown’ face, which of course makes Ilya’s heart go all mushy.
“Fine. I will wear the shoes. Give.”
Shane looks at him like he suspects Ilya is about to chuck the shoes into the lake, never to be seen again.
“Shane, moya lyubov,” Ilya tries. “I am going to wear these stupid water shoes for you so I do not get cuts. Give them to me.”
Shane gets this soft look in his eyes. “What does that mean? Moya Loo-Bof”
He butchers the pronunciation, but Ilya knows what he means. He didn’t necessarily mean for Russian the term of endearment to slip out, but it did, naturally. His entire face blushes red.
“My love,” he mumbles, scared, even after their confessions last night, that he’s spooked shane off.
It’s Shane’s turn to turn red at that, but he has a small smile on his face. “Put the shoes on, idiot,” he orders, affectionately.
After the foundation is established and before they're outed, Shane and Ilya go viral on hockey twitter.
It's All Stars and a camera catches them sitting together on the bench during the skills competition, leaning in and whispering to each other, clearly trying to be sneaky. They're both kind of smiling, looking like they're trying not to laugh. Then Ilya says something that makes Shane crack up and have to hide his face while he's trying to pull himself together. This moment gets giffed and everyone is dying to know what made the famously cool and collected Shane Hollander laugh like that.
Shane and Ilya don't comment on this incident despite being asked repeatedly and after they're outed, everyone assumes they were just flirting. They readily let that be the story, because they're not about to admit they were actually talking major shit about the other players.
ilya, touching shane’s circumcision scar: i’m sorry i wasn’t there to protect you
— never have I been sunburned, russians do not need spf, Shane
Ottawa wins the Cup, wins it in LA, and due to the proximity to stardom and the several actual celebrities who make a point to come out and celebrate with the Centaurs, there are approximately seven hundred angles of the festivities on every social media by the following morning.
One of these is your classic TMZ highly invasive round-the-corner spy shot of Shane and Ilya--like, waiting for an Uber, is what it looks like, and the bass from inside the club is pounding and you can barely hear what they're saying except that the guy standing next to them is also TMZ and he's got a directional mic sticking out of his pocket pointed at them and when he gets into position you can hear Shane Hollander, like, fucking giggle.
"I'm sorry," Shane says, and his arms are around Ilya's neck. "I got--I'm a little drunk."
"It's okay," Ilya says, and he brushes a hand through Shane's hair. "Did you have fun?"
"Ye-s-s-s," Shane says, nodding his head decisively. "We won the Cu-p."
"Yes we did. I am proud of you."
"I'm proud of you!" Shane cups a hand around the back of Ilya's neck and giggles again into his shoulder. "Why aren't you drunk? I drank the same things as you--"
"I'm drunk," Ilya chuckles. "But I have twenty pounds on you and I am Russian, so."
"That's not a thing. That's not really a thing." Shane sighs and goes a bit boneless against Ilya's body and says, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have, uh--"
"Shh. You said you had fun, and this is all that matters. My beautiful winner." He kisses the side of Shane's face, loudly and repeatedly.
Shane makes a sound that Twitter, TikTok and Instagram comment sections will all agree is a purr.
There are also, by the following morning, about a hundred discrete comments on various platforms that all say some version of Oh I just know he talks him through it.
Most players don't really like All Stars all that much, like, it's an honour being chosen but the novelty wears off after a couple of years and most guys would prefer to have the time off.
The Hollander-Rozanovs, however, fucking live for All Star weekend. It's the only chance they get to play against each other in a competitive setting after they join the same team (scrimmages during practice don't count, especially since neither one of them wants to receive yet another lecture from coach on not treating them like the Stanley Cup finals at risk of injury and lowered team morale).
Luckily, the fans and the league are almost as excited to relive the days of the rivalry so they're hardly ever on the same team for All Stars and trust that Shane and Ilya have like 10-15 different bets riding on that weekend. They're betting on the skills competition, on number of goals, number of points, faceoff percentage, corsi for percentage. They're building it up for weeks. They have arguments from months back that will finally be settled by the results of this game.
shane listening to white noise while working out yes yes yada yada but also consider that shane's mind is constantly running ilya porn in the background. like one of the 24 tabs in his brain is always ilyahub and shane is very good at doing whatever he's doing while his brain is replaying what he and ilya did two weeks ago in extremely graphic detail. SO. anyway. let's all consider post-marriage shane that's now playing for the centaurs with his husband and said husband has maybe sent him an audio file the last time they had to be apart (the reason why is irrelevant here, let's just pretend ilya was visiting sveta in boston). and let's consider shane at the gym with his expensive, full noise-canceling headphones on, surrounded by his teammates as he's doing his bicep curls or RDLs or whatever, and listening to ilya fully moaning and whispering dirty talk in his ear with a completely straight face. let's just all consider that for a second
fat shane hollander!!!
They move in together full time and Ilya notices that Anya acts differently with Shane than she does with him, more quiet and less playful, and he worries that means she doesn’t like Shane or is jealous, so he hires a dog trainer to come over and see if there’s anything they need to do to help
After a while of talking about how Anya acts the trainer says there’s nothing to worry about, Anya likes Shane just fine, it’s just that she sees him as the boss and is acting accordingly
And Ilya is like. But. I’m the one who adopted her? And raised her before Shane got here?? And the trainer is just like yeah well she sees you more like an equal. And Ilya is like WAIT she thinks Shane is in charge of both of us?? And the trainer is just like well do you interact in a way that would make her think that?
Ilya’s life flashes before his eyes as he thinks of all the times Shane has come over with a snack for Ilya and a treat for Anya, or all the times Shane has announced they’re all going for an after dinner walk, or pets Ilya’s hair and tells him he did a good job at practice, or the fact that he uses the same warning tone with Anya when she misbehaves as he does with Ilya when he’s causing problems on purpose
Shane comes home to Ilya with his face in his hands going oh god I’m not Anya’s dad I’m her brother and she thinks we’re both your pets. And Shane just goes. What.
Dom aftercare for Ilya !!!! I want to talk about it!! He doesn’t need it all the time, I think he and Shane have a pretty healthy dynamic but Sometimes it gets so overwhelming for him, how much he wants Shane. Like. Needs Shane. Needs Shane to be mailable and pretty and soft under his hands. How badly he needs to control their fuck and draw out of Shane everything he can. How badly he needs to see how Shane will drop to his knees for him, hold his mouth open for him, hold back orgasm after orgasm u til he has permission. It’s a heady rush it’s the most important thing in his life being the person that Shane goes safe and quiet and out of control for.
It it Ilyas biggest responsibility to take Shane safely to what he wants and it’s so har because he loses himself in shane too. How can he not. When Shane is a desperate pliant aching thing under him that chases his mouth and touches and says “please Ilya please please” his eager little thing that trusts Ilya to hurt him just right, fuck it all better, make it ache, make him need, take him out of his brain. Ilya would give anything else up to keep that forever, that sacred way Shane reaches for him, looks for him, cries for him. The way smart, gorgeous, talented accomplished Shane finds the centre of the universe with his head in Ilya’s lap, mouth around his cock. How he becomes Ilya’s, to make feel- Ilya’s to use and adore and protect. The way Shane gives him his submission and looks at Ilya like a god sometimes, all soft mouthed and blurry eyed and hiccuping breaths because “I need you I need you” and that’s a lot to come down from sometimes, to see the marks he’s left with his mouth and his hands on his chest and face and soft freckles cheeks and his ass. To see the way Shane shudders with it, and then strings cut total release, the way he bruises and aches and asks for harder and more and Ilya gives it, give gives gives because Shane and Ilya know what he needs. Sometimes it’s too much of a head rush and he sees a mark on Shane’s hip from his hands or Shane takes a few minutes longer to find the first word in his slow heavy mouth and it makes Ilya heart rate spike, makes him sorry just a little that he’s been selfish in his taking, that he’s wanted to consume Shane too much and he’s took instead of giving. He thinks of Vegas and using Shane’s body and then not giving it back to him right, how horribly he’d like like a selfish man, like his father. But Shane, Shane knows how to look after his love too, Shane fits himself to Ilya’s chest and breaths love you love you love you love you even if the words are a bit slurred. He drags Ilya hand to the parts of him that ache most and he says thank you thank you thank you. He kisses Ilya’s eye lids and fingertips and calls him baby, smooths his hand through his hair with heavy arms and says “so good you are so good” when he can’t speak he holds his hand tight in his own, presses his face into his chest, breaths with him, doesn’t let Ilya pull back from him not even an inch. Shane washes Ilya’s hair in the shower and his body and his legs and kneels to wash his actual feet, kisses his knees and tells him no one makes him feel like he does. That Ilya is his home and his safety and loves him so well. He makes Ilya takes sips of the Gatorade he gets for Shane and frowns at him when he won’t share, lets Ilya inspect his body, his skin for marks and his soft puffy hole, lets him touch and feel him and listen to Shane tell him how much he enjoyed it.
@observethewalrus gets it exactly
Ilya: I like trouble.
The trouble: