[letsfindouttomorrow]

All the love to all the fanfic writers in this fandom, but sometimes I get pulled out of a fic because I’m so intensely hit with the thought of “this author has never witnessed the all consuming black hole that is the stomach of a young male athlete” I’m telling you right now Shane is not performing at the level he is by restricting his intake to like 2000 calories. The meals may be bland and repetitive but he’s definitely eating AT LEAST a pound of chicken a day

Ilya is ordering two medium pizzas and eating both of them in one sitting. He’s slurping up 5 McGriddles like a vacuum and then two hours later he’s hungry again. He is a weapon of mass destruction on the munchies. And they both can ABSOLUTELY eat 4 burgers

[hudconpoetssociety]

Meet me under the oak. Kiss me beneath the moon. Love me until we meet the ground and reunite in the stars.

[grabmyboner]

“I don’t know a single queer person who likes heated rivalry it’s all cishets” ???? I don’t know single cishet that likes heated rivalry everyone here is gay we are not living in the same world

[lucylehane]

ilya's slutty little "nope"

[currysideplate]

Just making use of my free will

Inspo🖼:The Meeting on the Turret Stairs

[academicblorbo]

Ilya loves internet memes, but his absolute favourite is Miette, and he quotes it all the time. Like, Shane softly nudges Ilya off of him because he wants to get up and

Ilya, his eyes enormous: you KICK Ilyusha? you kick his body like the hockey puck? oh! oh! jail for husband! jail for husband for One Thousand Years!!!!

Shane has his own favourites that he uses on Ilya:

Ilya, defending his shitposts: I spiced up Harris's job!

Shane: you ruined a perfectly good social media manager, is what you did. Look at him, he's got anxiety

[shanehollandered]

i think if hollanov had children, they'd have a competition going to get their kid to say papa (ilya) / daddy (shane) first. and of course they're always doing it in front of each other too, talking to their toddler and very exaggeratedly going “oh you love papa so much, don't you, munchkin?” or “look what daddy got you” and pulling out their kids favourite stuffed animal that they'd looked for for ages.

and then when their kids says daddy first, ilya is holding them both and sobbing into shane’s neck because OF COURSE their child would say daddy first because shane is SUCH A GREAT DAD THE BEST DAD SUPERBEST DAD and he’s so happy, and shane is a little overwhelmed because he did not see this coming.

and then a few days later, ilya comes home and shane is with their kid on the couch and his whole face is lit up as he looks at their child at first, saying ”tell papa what you told me, munchkin” and then turns to look at ilya as their kid throws up their hands and toots “papa! key!” and ilya almost melts into a puddle but goes because their kid is wriggling and leaning towards him, and they spend the rest of the day on the couch together and ilya keeps sniffling and shane keeps kissing his forehead and their toddler keeps giving him open-mouthed kisses on his face.

[alfart23]

Hollanov pet parents

[totearup]

One day Ilya learns that a Pike is a kind of fish and it's all over for Hayden after that. "Yes Trout? What did you say?" "Bass is on the phone and would like to know if we can babysit his children." "Hello children, this will be your coach for hockey camp, Mr Tilapia."

[hr-rep]

I can see a version of Shane & Ilya having their first Living Together Couple Fight about, like, the fact that Ilya always leaves his socks everywhere and just. At a certain point. Being unable to stop giggling. Because they are Shame Hollander and Ilya Rozanov, greatest hockey players of their generation, easily some of the best of all time, and they are having an argument about laundry in a way they never have about hockey.

They showed us in the CCM shoot they get giggly when things are tense or when a situation can call for seriousness (“intensity”) so why not apply this to them trying to be ‘adults’?

(Ilya and Shane smacking each other and being like you “not even funny, none of it was funny” “shut up shut up shut up I was making a point”)

[lexicanons]

The whole Ottawa organization freaks out when they notice Ilya isn’t handing Shane water during games and practices anymore. Shane is getting his own water bottle, and they don’t like it. The players try to figure out what’s wrong with them, but they can’t find anything. They’re not about to be children of divorce so the players lock them in the locker room after practice and are like “alright tell us why you’re fighting so we can fix it”. Shane and Ilya are so confused because they’re not fighting and if they were, they’re professional enough that they wouldn’t bring it to the team. They tell them about how Ilya doesn’t get Shane water anymore and Shane is like “Really? You think we’re fighting because Ilya doesn’t get me, an able-bodied, fully capable adult, water” and they nod. At the next practice, Ilya grabs a water bottle and gives it to Shane. He makes a show of it, shaking it at their teammates before handing it to Shane.

[eddiegayass]

ILYA "HOLEMATIZED" ROZANOV.

[blacksheepcolorfulskin]

Ilya and Shane’s son brings a girl home and Ilya makes a big production of pretending to be incensed that that his son is straight. (“I told you we never should’ve let him be around Hayden!”) Shane keeps whacking him in the arm telling him to knock it off but can’t help laughing. Their son is just rolling his eyes and apologizing to his girlfriend who is finding it all hysterical. She then tells them she’s actually bi and Ilya gives her a big dramatic hug. “Finally he brings a nice girl home!”

[connorhudsongifs]

CONNOR STORRIE "BERLIN COWBOY" for LUSCIOUS HOMME Vol. 02 (2020) 📷 Christina Adriana

[gaynehollander]

Ilya buys Shane a bottle of cologne during the situationship era. He doesn't admit that, of course. He would never admit to how long he spent spritzing scent strips, the long conversation he had with the sales associate about top notes, heart notes, and base notes, the amount of money he spent on that one bottle. He tells Shane it was part of some endorsement he did but that he thinks the scent doesn't really fit him; that it would work better on Shane. He convinces Shane to let him try it on him and the open desire, the hunger in Rozanov's eyes makes the world feel like it's tilted ever so slightly on its axis, like Shane's balance is a little bit off. He fucks him with an animalistic sense of urgency, nose buried in the crook of Shane's neck when he comes, teeth clamping down on the muscle of Shane's shoulder. Honestly, Shane is pretty sure he would have heard about any cologne brand deals Rozanov has but decides not to question it; he accepts the bottle anyway. He starts wearing it every day and the thrill of secretly wearing Rozanov's mark on him while going about his everyday life is nearly overwhelming. It feels like ownership and Shane doesn't know what to do with how much he loves that. Every time he meets up with Rozanov, he can see the exact moment he smells it on him and delights in how it drives him wild every time.

He starts rationing it more carefully when he sees the contents of the bottle dwindling. He dreads the day he will find it empty. Sure, he could buy another bottle but it wouldn't feel the same. It would feel like a poor imitation of the mark he's been proudly wearing in secret, right under everyone's noses.

The first time he meets up with Rozanov without wearing it, the reception is cold. He can feel the anger simmering under every word. He doesn't address it until he's pushed Shane to his absolute limits and it comes out in mean and harsh and accusatory comments that try to cover up how affected he is by Shane not wearing it; the worries about what it means that he's stopped. Shane is far enough gone by then that he admits he's been saving it; that he's close to running out. It comes out in oversensitive whimpers and half-swallowed whines as Rozanov's punishing thrusts punch the pathetic confession out of him. They don't discuss it further but, after that, Rozanov starts gifting him colognes with increased frequency.

By the time they're in a relationship, Shane has a whole shelf in his bathroom dedicated to his extensive collection. Whenever they go anywhere, Ilya will select a scent for Shane to wear. He will lovingly spritz him with it, breathing him in before they leave, and Shane preens under the attention. He can see it in Ilya's eyes, every time he catches a whiff of it, he can feel it in the way his arm tightens around Shane's waist. The quiet mark of ownership that lingers on Shane's skin without anyone else knowing that he bears Ilya's brand at his pulse points.

[consumer-of-books]

There's a version of Shane that saw his fuckbuddy/hatefuck struggle to answer the reporter's and then decided to start learning Russian only to get so in his head about his pronunciation that he never admits to Ilya that he knows it and as such understands when Ilya tells him he loves him in Russian, and thinks that he must have misheard him, hears all the petnames Ilya calls him during sex and assumes it's his bad Russian and that Ilya hasn't just called him his favourite sexy lawnmower.

Then when they move Ottawa after getting outed Ilya starts working with Shane on his Russian and is like wow Hollander I was joking before when I said you'd be perfect and learn Russian in a week but you really are learning very fast. And then Shane gets all quiet and blushy.

Eventually Ilya teases Shane into admitting that he has been learning for years but was convinced he was really bad at it because Ilya kept saying things like sweetheart and calling him garden appliances.

Shane starts getting pissed when Ilya continues to tease him and bites back with IM NOT A FUCKING LAWNMOWER and Ilya just loses it.

Afterwards Ilya is barely able to breathe and only able to string together sentences in Russian and Shane is just rapidfire complaining at him in Russian and it just sends Ilya further into a bout of hysterics because Shane is basically fluent.

[my-castles-crumbling]

kitchen - hollanov - @taylorswiftmicrofic - mentioned NSFW - word count: 439 - click here for my hollanov microfic archive on ao3

Shane lingered at the door to Ilya’s kitchen, doubt and discomfort making his stomach flip a little.

He’d been here a few times, now. They’d written over the memories of that disastrous afternoon with the Tuna Melt, Shane coming to Ilya’s before and after Boston games to spend as much time with him as possible.

But this was the first time he was here alone.

He’d already been on his way, tired after an afternoon game, when he’d gotten the text:

Lily: Got stuck in captain meeting. Let yourself in I will be home soon. Code is 0510

He’d nearly cried in the Uber, seeing what Ilya’s code was, but he was able to keep it together until he’d arrived. Still, typing in the numbers to his own birthday had been an overwhelming reminder that things were different now.

He and Ilya were together.

But when he toed off his shoes and walked in, he still paused. How much ownership did he have over this place? This was Ilya’s space, not his. Could he, for example, get something to drink? Turn on the TV? Was that overstepping?

He practically heard Ilya’s voice in his head.

‘Hollander, I have had my tongue in your asshole. Go get a drink and sit on damn couch.’

Unable to stop himself from smiling, he moved, opening the fridge.

And there they were, another reminder: cans of Ginger Ale, just for him.

Grabbing one and cracking it open, he moved to the couch, throwing his bag down next to him and finding the remote.

But as he turned the TV on, he paused, looking around; noticing.

A weighted blanket on the couch. Dimmable lights and a subscription to Shane’s favorite Canadian sports network. A few books on a nearby shelf that Shane had mentioned once, and boxes of some of Shane’s favorite, healthy snacks on the counter. The goddamn door code.

Ilya’s place had, somehow, become more like theirs. 

It was nothing damning, nothing that could prove their relationship if anyone saw, and yet it was everything.

Before Shane could do something stupid like cry about it, he heard the door open and the unmistakable sound of muttered Russian, Ilya’s (not removed) shoes squeaking across the floor until–

“Hi,” Shane greeted his boyfriend, suddenly breathless as he got to see him without hockey pads or pretenses between them for the first time in weeks.

Ilya beamed back even more brightly. “Shane,” he murmured, nearly running towards the couch and enveloping him into a hug. “Is good to come home to you.”

Shane just pulled him closer, heart racing. Yes. It did feel like home.