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she/they

[ticklefighthockey]

nothinggg is more ilya than the tampa hotel room sequence where shane comes out, ilya acts like a dick while keeping himself physically as far from shane as possible, shane gets his feelings hurt and starts looking a little chin-wobbly, and ilya audibly GROANS and flings himself across the room to sit next to him on the bed. but he’s still not looking at shane or touching him because ilya is NOT here to comfort him or anything ok he just randomly and totally unrelatedly got tired of standing up at the exact moment that shane’s big brown eyes started getting all wet and shiny with tears and the nearest place to sit down happened to be on the bed next to shane. do NOT read anything into this none of this means ANYTHING (in under two minutes he will be crying in shane’s arms btw)

[arteei]

you use ai baby pictures i use stupid gifs that don’t fit the situation we are not the same

[bitchass97]

Okay yes we laugh and joke about Ilya never winning an argument in that marriage, but we have proof IN THE SHOW that Shane will not stay mad at him for ANYTHING.

Shane got ghosted for 6 months and after yelling at him for 20 seconds folded under NO PRESSURE and was giggling and cheesing when Ilya came near him. STAND UP

[pregnanthudsonwilliams]

ilya sending shane a bouquet of lilies on his birthday every year after they first hook up just to get shane's reaction. why the fuck would you think it's okay to send me flowers. knowing how angry kitten shane would look. how it would get under his skin and make him pretend he didn't want to keep seeing ilya but in truth he's jerking off to those flowers. maybe he even saves one from every bouquet. he doesn't know why. they make his skin prickle and flush with the secret. they're not even signed, nobody would know except shane. but what if they found out. it's so hot and it shouldn't be. why is it so hot? and then the tuna meltdown happens and he starts dating rose and his birthday comes around and there are no flowers. no lilies magically appear on his counter where the housekeeper put them when they were delivered. and shane. shane breaks down. opens and closes his texts from lily about a hundred times. even starts typing a couple times. considers sending a picture of his gifts and saying "somethings missing" or maybe a picture of one of the flowers he's saved from years prior. but he can't. he can't. and now he's alone in his room on his birthday crying over flowers he didn't get and he can't even talk to anyone about it

[penandinkprincess]

in my heart ilya LOVES standing right behind shane and being snuggly while shane is in the kitchen, which makes me laugh about the idea of them watching the bear and ilya then having an ongoing bit of announcing "behind!" as he's literally pressing RIGHT against shane's back

"behind!"

*dryly* "i mean yeah. i kind of noticed."

"what? is for safety. you suddenly do not like safety, hollander?"

[literary-claustrophobia]

I want a joke photoshoot from the league where they put shane and Ilya in a get-along shirt. Nobody can clock why the Vibes are so weird. Some poor intern catches them making out in a hallway still stuck together in the damned shirt. And she can't say for certain cause there was fabric in the way, but she swears she saw rozanov groping hollander's pecs. She just backed away and committed to forgetting ever seeing it.

Until years down the line, they're married and destroying the sanctity of the Stanley cup with an unprecedented win streak and she makes a cheeky Instagram post with the original photo shoot implying what she saw. Ilya just replies with a tongue out emoji while shane thousand-yard-stares across the centaur locker room.

[literary-claustrophobia]

Luca Haas and all of the boyfriends the Fandom keeps gifting him:

[literary-claustrophobia]

[literary-claustrophobia]

[literary-claustrophobia]

Babysitting Take 2

[literary-claustrophobia]

Babysitting Duty

[literary-claustrophobia]

The boys, celebrating a win:

[literary-claustrophobia]

[chemdoodles]

1x04. Look, they're cuddling. Nothing bad is gonna happen!

[cloudabserk]

revenge

[okoyestrainee]

Yuna realizes that Shane and Ilya are in LOVE love when she hears singing coming from the kitchen.

“Chopping carrots with Ilya,” Shane sings under his breath. “Making salad with Ilya.”

Yuna smiles softly from the dining room. This is one of her favorite things about her son. From the time he could (barely) talk, he made up little songs about anything and everything. The first time he’d done it, he’d been strapped into his car seat and watching cars go by. When he’d caught Yuna’s eye in the rear view mirror, he’d smiled with all 8 of his little teeth and waved.

“Dwiving,” he’d sung, all of 18 months old and barely able to say the word properly. “Dwivin’ wi’ Mama. Wuv Mama.”

Yuna’s not sure if it’s Shane’s way of processing the world around him, just A Thing some people do, or something special about her baby boy. All she knows is that from the first time he’d made up a little tune about Driving With Mama, everything turned into a song. When he’s comfortable and feeling at ease, Shane turns little things around him into music.

Learning to tie his shoes? “Daddy’s teaching me to tie my shoes. One lace over the other. Make the bunny ears!”

Gearing up for practice when he was 8? “Going to practice. Gonna be great. Gonna score a goal!”

Studying for a science test? “Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. Everyone says it because it’s true. Moving on—organelles and cell walls.”

Gearing up for his first Metros game as captain? “Taping my hockey stick. Going out on the ice. Gonna kick some ass.”

It’s something so uniquely, adorably, perfectly Shane.

Today, though? As Shane’s in the kitchen preparing a salad for lunch? For the first time, someone else sings along. For the first time in Shane’s life, someone hears the tune and lyrics that only exist in his head and joins in.

“Making salad with Shane,” Ilya croons along, hooking his chin over his boyfriend’s shoulder and wrapping strong arms around his waist. “Preparing lunch with my love.”

Shane smiles and sings back as Ilya nuzzles his neck. “Being domestic with my boyfriend. Thinking of boring things we can do together.”

Ilya laughs and kisses his ear before finishing the song. “I love to be boring with yooouuuu.”

It’s the best song Yuna’s ever heard.

[okoyestrainee]

…okay, that’s a lie. It’s a tie for the best song Yuna’s ever heard. Maybe. It’s definitely at the top of the list.

Shane pauses on the other line, breath catching as he holds back overwhelming emotion.

“Mom,” he croaks. “I…fuck.”

Yuna stays calm. She mentally takes stock of the situation. Ilya’s fine—he just texted her, a few seconds before Shane called, to warn her of the incoming storm. David’s fine—he’s sitting right next to her, confused and alarmed as their son has some manner of episode on the phone. She’s fine. So what’s—

“—wi’ Dada!”

…oh. Oh.

It’s soft at first, but picking up in volume. Tiny pit-pats in the background accompany the most beautiful little voice Yuna’s heard since Shane made up his first song, Driving With Mama, from his car seat all those years ago.

“Eating,” the little voice sings in the background. It’s garbled by what Yuna assumes are half-chewed remnants of an afternoon snack; probably organic peanut butter on apple slices. “Eating wi’ Dada. Eating wi’ Papa. Dada on phone! Who on phone, Dada?”

There’s wet laughter in the background, further from the phone. “Oh God, Shane. It’s genetic. She’s a little you!”

More tearful laughter, this time from Shane. “That’s not—she’s adopted, Ilya.”

“I don’t care what the papers say. She is you. Listen to her, she is perfect. She must be part you, sweetheart.”

Driving With Mama. Making Salad With Ilya. Top three songs for sure, as far as Yuna’s concerned. But this one? Eating With Dada and Papa, written and performed by her granddaughter for a live audience? A platinum hit. Give this baby a Grammy.

[yadathings]