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29. she/her. this is a side blog. Twitter: @tidalchild

[cloudabserk]

snugglebugs

[mutinsfromthemoon]

they’re sitting together on the couch, tv is on but no one is watching and both of them are doing their individual things. shane reading a book and ilya scrolling through his phone and then ilya stops and rests his phone to his thigh, turns to shane and asks “would you love me if i was bad at hockey?” and shane snaps his head towards ilya with his eyebrows raised “of course” he replies and ilya keeps going “and if i was a goalie?” and shane’s actually really confused now with where ilya’s coming from but he still answers “yes, of course” and ilya starts agin “and if i—“ but shane cuts him off and says “ilya, i don’t believe in god or anything else but the only thing i believe is that you were made for me and any version of you or of us would be together in type of alternate universe if those exists” and ilya kinda tearing up with a trembling voice “you think i was made for you?” and shane’s like deadpan serious “yes, i think the universe made you for me to love. it would be you or no one else” and ilya trying hard to not cry just picks his phone again and says with his voice choked up “was just watching a dumb tiktok ignore me” while using other hand to wipe a tear that had fallen

[bugslibraryy]

Guys Ilya and Shane doing their little opposite sitting on the couch, maybe at home in Ottawa or at the cottage one year- toes playing with each other, pulsing against each other while they have phone scrolling time. Eventually Ilya drops his phone to his chest and sighs and pouts at Shane, another big loud sigh before Shane is looking up from his phone like 🤨 what. Ilya is like I need a kiss now please. And Shane is like hmm but you’re very far away. And Ilya is like pleaseeee. And Shane is huffing, rolling his eyes. “If you want a kiss, come here then” Shane says, then goes back to scrolling. Ilya whines but then he’s moving to crawl up Shane’s body, complaining and whining that Shane doesn’t love him, he won’t give him kisses it’s been days, years since they kissed and then when he’s shoving his face at Shane’s cheek, Shane turns his head, catches his face in both hands and catches him in a hot wet kiss, licking into his mouth, hearing Ilya hum happily

[bugslibraryy]

I think ilya loves all time spent with shane but i think his absolute favorite, if he had to pick, is the time after sex (whether it’s “regular” sex or not) (all sex is technically regular sex but you know what i mean) where shane truly lets ilya take care of him completely. he’s letting ilya carry him to the shower without his usual (fake) complaints, he’s leaning against the wall while ilya first just cleans the sweat off his skin, and then he’s letting ilya really take his time with it. gently scrubbing his skin with a soap exclusively for times like this, massaging it into his muscles with loving hands. he lets ilya clean inside him, with no more than a small noise of irritation at having to change position for that, letting ilya take his time inspecting both out of satisfaction and concern at any potential tears or hurts. he lets ilya continue washing him, the dedication to cleaning behind his knees and his feet, the soft press of lips to the sides of his ass, purely just to feel the give of the fat under his touch and to hear the pleased noise of shane as receiving the affection. ilya gets to spend as long as he wants washing shane’s hair, gets to pull him out and gently dry him off with the fluffiest towel, also saved exclusively for these times (or when the laundry situation is dire, but that’s very rare) and bundle him into an oversized-on-purpose sweater, one that is baggy on the both of them so they can both have that comfort of swimming in clothes, and boxers or pajamas whichever his shane prefers in that moment and of COURSE we cannot forget the socks, before tucking him in to bed or the corner of their couch. ilya gets to leave him just long enough to grab some waters and a little fresh snack of fruit, can usually persuade shane into a bite or two of a broken up chocolate bar. their legs are tangled up, and their feet cricket against each other, and ilya is just breathless over it all because yes, shane will let ilya take care of him and baby him but he never lets ilya truly pamper him like this, it’s such a treat, because if ilya gets him to this point then usually shane is just so floaty for the day or two after where ilya also gets to take care of his shane. his sweet shane, who just wants to cling and cuddle and kiss and rub on ilya, rub his cheek against ilya’s shoulders and his hands against ilya’s ribs and his mouth against ilya’s neck and it’s bliss it’s heaven it’s love ilya so badly wants to be mixed with shane he wants the to equally live inside the others body together he loves his shane he loves his shane

What a perfect beautiful treat for my inbox 😪😪😪😪😪😪 his Shane !!!! There is such beautiful intimacy in looking after the ones you love, caring for them especially post sex/in subspace. I think Ilya adores looking after Shane gently and with love, taking care of his body so sweetly, because she knows how rough Shane is with his body, how much yes he cares for it with a perfect diet and in depth stretch routines a and supplements- but he also pushes it to its total extreme, runs it to the end, ignored when he’s sick, plays on injuries, doesn’t let himself just enjoy often enough. Ilya loves getting Shane to indulge and relax and enjoy and feel good, feel safe and cared for. Ilya loves being the one to give him that.

[moonlightsonatah]

i've made a home for us. will you learn to play with me?

in the safe space of cars: pt 3/3

[hr-rep]

Hayden on his way to the Hollander-Rozanov house after outting them for 20 bucks on accident

[bugslibraryy]

Helloooo I want to talk about Shane getting very sick with the flu and he gets crazy fevers. He is too weak to get himself up to the bathroom, so feverish he goes a bit loopy. It freaks him out Shane hates lack of control (in all contexts but one) and being sick like this usually does a number on him because he’ll refuse him. But now Ilya is there and Shane can’t just suffer through it alone, Ilya won’t let him. Ilya reassuring him, carrying him to the toilet, holding his dick for him to pee, bathing him, changing his clothes and sweat stained sheets as much as he needs to. Keeping a cold cloth on Shane’s head, petting his hair and calming him when his fever make him feel dizzy and scared and disjointed. Making sure he gets in sips of juice and water and soup. Ugh. Shane not being scared because he trusts Ilya to have him- he always does. Sweet feverish Shane dark pink cheeked and shivery while they wait for the meds to kick in and he’s clinging to Ilya mumbling “please don’t go anywhere I’ll be scared” and big fat tears in his brown eyes and that kills Ilya because Shane is rarely that open with his emotions, but the fever is making him seem young and vulnerable. Telling Ilya how much he loves him how scared he is something will happen to him, how much he worries about him silly stuff like how he loves the really springy curl behind Ilya’s left ear. How he misses Ilya even just when he goes for a run. How he thinks of Ilya holding him to help him calm down he feels overwhelmed.

[jewelcoatfish]

shane (a little tipsy) being cornered by a few fans at a bar one night and they ask him what’s the best thing about coming out, expecting him to say something motivating like self-expression and liberation and shane just goes

“i don’t know, probably that i can have ilya’s photos on my phone now :).”

and the whole of non bigot hockey twt just fucking crash out and montreal metros and crowell gets burned at the stake

[toapoet]

These tags are my fave

[dailyhudsonwilliams]

via zzgko33890

[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

[hudkarma]

stop it he sent the finger heart like a bow and arrow

[bugslibraryy]

Shane and Ilya in big oversized hoodies, hoods up, slutty athlete shorts on, Shane in white sock, Ilya’s cold toes half pushed into said socks, curled up foreheads pressed together on the outdoor couch with the fire burning behind Shane’s back, turned away from it to face in to Ilya. Their foreheads pressed together, it’s almost completely dark but not just yet- sleepy and heavy limbed, red eyed from swimming in the lake all day. And just like smooching. Soft kisses, Ilya’s hand shoved up Shane’s hoodie, rubbing over his stomach and Shane’s hand on Ilya’s face, fingers playing with the edge of the hood of Ilya’s hoodie, fidgeting with it. Deeper messy kisses, sucking on each others lips, teeth clacking when one of them gets too eager. Ilya’s leg slung up over Shane’s hip, using his thigh to keep him tucked close. Taking short breaks from kissing, Shane nuzzling his swollen mouth over Ilya’s cheeks, petting over his head over the fabric of his hood, combing his curls back up off Ilya’s forehead. Ilya brushing the backs of his knuckles over Shane’s cheeks, thumb dragging over his eyelids, his lashes. Shane biting Ilya’s chin, his jaw. Shane pushing his hand up under his jumper to play with Ilya’s fingers, tangle their hands together. It’s maybe a little too cold to still be outside, shivery just a small bit even with the fire but they aren’t moving for anything.

[fixielixie]

i know that ilya is always standing close as fuck to shane at any given point. just always up in his business, every part of them touching, for no reason at all. ilya’s front to shane’s back constantly nosy as fuck looking at things over his shoulder, making comments about how shane cuts vegetables. nose to nose like “hey”. and shane never says anything, just lets it happen. honestly, he gets a lil grumpy is ilya stands too far away and tries to sneakily close the distance and ilya Always notices and makes fun of him bc he thinks it’s so cute

[mymansmoon]

ilyashane cuddling. shane wearing one of ilya's thick hoodies with the hood pulled up over his hair, lying on ilya's U shaped sofa with ilya snuggled into his front, his face hidden in the fabric of his own hoodie, strong arms holding shane around his middle while shane's hold him around the shoulders. their legs criss-crossing, ilya rubbing his bare feet over shane's socked ones, self-soothing with the familiar texture of them. or them in shane's montreal bed, decorative pillows thrown to the floor (ilya's doing), shane tucked into ilya's front, ilya's exhales ruffling the short, soft hairs at the nape of shane's neck. shane is gently playing with ilya's fingers, looking at the way they bend and move without resistance to his directions. ilya's eyes are closed as he just enjoys the feeling of whatever shane is doing, and how close he is to ilya, and the calm quiet of his room.

[daiiku]

[hothockey]

hollanov playing with each other's hair. really getting all up in it, scalp scritching, tugging, sproinging curls, twisting locks, stimming over fresh buzz, inhaling shampoo, nuzzling over ears, brushing back from foreheads, gripping, pulling, soothing, playing, tussling, flint of desiring, loving, being casually intimate; this is your body that you allow me to touch on purpose AND absently for comfort. wow :))

[bugslibraryy]

Ilya waking up in the middle of the night, not particular reason- he’s just blinking awake with a long inhale and he frowns when he feels the lack of weight on him, lack of Shane on him.

He’s cold. He’s still half asleep, one eye half open and his hand blindly starts patting around the bed, empty sheets. He groans and rolls over towards the right side of the bed, arm out still searching.

He smiles when he finds warm naked skin, flattens his hand and slides it up and realises he’s grasping at Shane’s flank, the smooth skin of his side. He’s so fucking warm and lovely. Ilya groans and gets his other hand to reach for Shane too, using his grip to pull Shane back, towards his body. Shane makes a soft squeaking sound, a grunt and Ilya wraps both arms around Shane’s body, pulling him in, jostling Shane until Ilya is sprawled on his back with Shane up on his chest.

“What’ssit?” Shane grumbles into Ilya’s neck, squirming as he finds a comfy spot on top of Ilya, face shoved into his neck. His hand lays flat on Ilya’s chest and Ilya sighs, smiles, content. Better, much better. Ilya’s hand slides down to wrap around Shane’s waist, fingers wrapped around where it pulls in. Ilya’s other hand grasps the covers, pulls them up from where he’d disturbed them, tucks them up around Shane’s shoulders.

“What’s? Are you okay?” Shane asks, words all jumbled together against Ilya’s jaw, lips and exhale warm. His hand slips up from Ilya’s chest to cup his face, his big warm hand cupping Ilya’s cheek, thumb dragging back and forth slowly.

“You were very far” Ilya whispers, dances his finger tips along Shane’s lower back, senseless little shapes.

“Woke up alone” Ilya huffs, pouts into Shane’s hair and nuzzles his nose against Shane’s scalp, the smell of him comforting.

“Oh” Shane sighs and breaths slow and heavy and Ilya wonders if he’s fallen back to sleep but then.

“Sorry” he turns his head to press a half kiss against Ilya’s chest, thumb resuming petting over Ilya’s cheek

“You just come get me” Shane whispers, snuggles himself into Ilya like he can get closer, socked foot rubbing slow lines up and down Ilya’s calf, occasional breaks of his toes pulsing against the muscle before he resumes their rubbing.

“Okay?” Shane asks when Ilya doesn’t reply, voice fuzzy with sleep.

“Yes, of course” Ilya replies, shoves his smile into Shane’s silk soft hair, drags his face down to kiss at Shane’s ear, hand flat now rubbing wide circles over his back.

“ ‘Kay” Shane replies with a happy sigh and he presses into Ilya, hand still cupping his face, his nose pressed to Ilya’s cheek.

Ilya falls asleep, smiling and smushed to Shane’s face, tangled close and warm.