my hollanov thoughts

all my little ideas and thoughts filling up my notes app bc hollanov lives rent free forever now

[sweetbabyshane]

The hollanov babies have been living rent free for months. I told myself I would finally make a new blog to compile my random ideas if I was still obsessed. Here we are months later and I fear I will never let them go at this point so please enjoy :)

my pronouns are she/her! random thoughts and ideas are welcome!

Also, I have not read the books. I am going off the show and reading LOTS of fanfic. I feel like I have a good read on their characters, but things could be ooc sometimes.

[sweetbabyshane]

This one ended up a bit longer than my other drabbles and dialogues so it will be its own fic on AO3 :)

Let It Feel Good by sweetbabyshane

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LaPointe called across the locker room after reading something on his phone. "Hey Hollzy, is it true you’ve never had alcohol?"

Shane turned with a confused look on his face. "Uh, no. You've literally seen my drink, LP. Also, not to sound like an asshole, but I’ve won three cups. I think I was drunk for a week straight after my first one."

Laughter filled the locker room. LaPointe's question had grabbed everyone's attention, mainly for how ridiculous the question sounded. They had all seen him drink at Shane and Ilya's wedding the previous summer, and Shane had a beer occasionally when they were out as a team.

Ilya was intrigued by this random line of questioning toward his husband. "Where did you hear this nonsense, LP?"

"Oh, a friend of mine got drafted to Montreal, and he got called up from the AHL recently. He said Shane is a popular topic in the locker room, but some of the stuff they have been saying didn't sound true," LaPointe explained.

"Of course," Shane sighed, not surprised that the disdain from his old team lives on. "Do you know who said it?"

LaPointe looked apologetic for even bringing it up after hearing Shane's tone. "Sounds like Comeau is running his mouth the most."

"I’ve literally done shots with him," Shane retorted, followed by a quiet snort when he heard Ilya mumble 'pathetic man' next to him.

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"So, I heard another Hollander 'fact' today. This one is pretty dumb," LaPointe said as he entered the locker room before practice.

Shane sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "What is it this time?"

Ilya reached over to massage the back of Shane's neck. It has become a force of habit whenever Montreal gets brought up.

"Apparently, you refuse to hold any pets or babies."

"What the fuck?" Ilya said reflexively before Shane could even respond. "That does not even make sense. Shane is Pike's children's godfather." 

Shane stared blankly for a moment as if he were so confused by hearing the ridiculous lie that he couldn't even make sense of it.

"First of all, we have Anya. And like Ilya said, I am Hayden and Jackie's kids' godfather. I babysit for them whenever I can. Also, I'm pretty sure I've held every team baby that was born while I was in Montreal."

"I think you might actually be Milo's favorite person," Bood threw in with a supportive smile. It lightened the mood a bit, but it was obvious to see that Shane was still bothered.

LaPointe nodded in agreement with Shane's frustration. "Drew said Pike literally pointed to the picture of you holding his daughters in his locker, and they still doubled down. They are so dumb."

"Fucking losers," Shane mumbled as he sat down to put on his skates. Multiple people made sounds of agreement.

Ilya suddenly whipped his head around. Shane braced himself for another Montreal rant, but he got a much different question instead.

"Why the fuck does Pike have pictures of you in his locker? You are his long-lost lover?"

—

"So, I've unfortunately got another one for you, Hollzy. It's actually getting sad now," LaPointe said as he loaded his bag into the bus luggage compartment.

Shane shook his head while he unloaded his and Ilya's bags from the trunk of their car. "Oh god, what now?"

LaPointe hesitated for a moment, debating whether he should wait for Ilya to get on the bus before he said it or not, but he figured Shane would tell him anyway. "They said Roz is the only person you’ve ever slept with."

Everyone braced themselves for an awkward, avoidant response since Shane still wasn't all that comfortable talking about their sex life, but he ended up surprising them.

"Ha, Ilya wishes that was true."

"Мой любимый!" Ilya called out in surprise before his face fell into a pout. The parking lot echoed with the team's laughter.

"You literally dated Rose Landry while you were with Montreal. They are fucking idiots," Hayes reasoned, patting Shane on the shoulder as he walked onto the bus.

"Yeah, can’t disagree with you there," Shane mumbled under his breath as he followed Wyatt up the steps. He felt Ilya pinch his thigh from behind, knowing it was for agreeing with the Rose comment.

After Shane and Ilya took their seats in one of the back rows, LaPointe and Holmberg walked over to continue the conversation. They both threw their arms over the seats in front of Shane and Ilya, leaning in as Holmberg said, "Hollzy, I bet bisexuals everywhere must be jealous of you."

Shane nearly choked on his water, regretting that he had taken a sip as they approached, while Ilya raised an interested brow, wanting to know where this was possibly going.

"And why is that, Bergy?" Shane asked, already amused at what the answer would be.

Holmberg shrugged as if it were obvious. "You dated Rose Landry, and now you are married to Ilya Rozanov. Plus, you look like that. It's crazy, dude."

"Okay, quit hitting on my husband and go sit down," Ilya declared firmly, using every bit of his captain voice possible. The bus filled with laughter as the rookies turned tail to jog back to their seats.

Shane leaned over as he laughed, pressing a kiss to Ilya's cheek. "It is kinda funny, isn't it?"

Ilya rolled his eyes. "Ah yes, talking about your ex-girlfriend is my favorite."

"Ты такой королева драмы," Shane cut back with a laugh. "No, I just think it's funny that those idiots in Montreal are spreading such ridiculous lies because they can't let it go. I just...I know it shouldn't feel good, but it's almost like vindication to know that they can't let it go."

"Why can't it feel good? You are too good at hockey for them to talk shit. You are too hot for them to talk shit. They have to make up lies because they are nothing without you. Let it feel good."

Shane looked at Ilya with pure adoration, breaking his typical composure to lean over for an appreciative kiss, then nodded with a deep, satisfied breath. "Let it feel good."

---

Мой любимый - My beloved

Ты такой королева драмы - You are such a drama queen

[sweetbabyshane]

"Red?" Shane offered as he put the burgers on the grill.

Ilya blew a raspberry and shook his head. "So boring, Hollander."

Shane rolled his eyes as he looked over his shoulder at his husband. "You like boring, Rozanov. What about green?"

"Green is basic one. This is why you should just let me pick," Ilya responded, trying to sneak his hand beneath Shane's shirt to rest on the warm skin of his back.

Shane playfully smacked Ilya's hand away with the spatula before closing the lid to the grill. "Considering it's for me, it should be my choice. And green is not the basic one. From what I can tell, the orange and yellow ones are."

"Of course you know that, Mr. Research," Ilya joked, pleased with the knowledge that his husband was so dedicated even to the small things.

"I needed to look up reviews anyway. We already have blue and purple, but there are still so many options to try."

Ilya couldn't resist kissing Shane on the cheek, simply too endeared at the idea of his husband hunched over his laptop as he meticulously read through reviews for sex toys.

Both Shane and Ilya were startled at the sound of Hayden's voice, almost forgetting that they had the Pike couple over for dinner. "Are you two seriously fighting over which Gatorade flavor to buy?"

Ilya let out a cackling laugh while Shane's cheeks flushed as he ducked his head. Shane handed the spatula to Ilya so he could escape the back patio for a moment to go grab something from the kitchen.

As Shane walked inside without responding, Hayden sat up straighter with a scandalized look on his face. "You are talking about Gatorade, right? Shane? Shane!"

[drawballa]

Sleepy boys 💤

[hutsonwoolyums]

Ok, low stakes head canon time: tell me what you think Shane and Ilya’s favorite colors are.

[sweetbabyshane]

I think Shane’s actual favorite color is purple, like a lavender shade, but when he was little, he was told that was a “girly” color by other boys, so he decided it would be Montreal blue instead.

After everything goes down with Montreal, Shane decides on principle that cannot be his favorite color anymore. He explains the childhood story to Ilya who decided Shane must embrace lavender as his favorite color now, and Ilya gifts him lavender things constantly now.

Shane has lavender keychains and car accessories. He has a shelf of little lavender figurines and trinkets in their bedroom. There is a soft lavender blanket on Shane’s side of the couch and lavender towels in the bathroom. Shane’s new favorite sweater is a lovely lavender oversized cardigan that he likes to throw on whenever the house is a little chilly.

Every time a little pop of lavender catches Shane’s eye around the house, it heals a part of tiny Shane who felt ashamed of loving the color.

—-

Ilya’s actual favorite color is sage green. Irina had a sage green dress she would wear on really good days that Ilya associated with her happiness. He never shared that with anyone until he married Shane.

After her death, Ilya would just say red because it was a powerful color according to his father. It felt like a safe choice that wouldn’t ever risk him being vulnerable. Whenever people asked after he got drafted, Ilya would just say black and yellow with a smug smile.

Shane decides that Ilya deserves to love his favorite color too once he hears the reason behind the choice. For every lavender keychain and trinket in the house, there is eventually a sage green counterpart. Shane puts sage green sheets on the bed whenever Ilya is having a bad day. He also fills Ilya’s formal wardrobe with sage green accents so Ilya can always have a piece of Irina with him at foundation events.

Every time Ilya sees sage green around the house, it feels like a physical sign of his mother’s memory rooted in her happiness instead of the darkness they share.

[sweetbabyshane]

“Ilya, please, let me sleep. I’m so tired.”

“I know, Малыш. I promise, last one.” (baby)

“You said that about the last two.”

“I am a greedy man. You know this. Just one more, I promise.”

Shane sighed and rolled onto his back. “Fine, one more, but this is seriously the last one. I’m exhausted, Ilya.”

Ilya leaned down, pressing a kiss to Shane’s forehead. “Спасибо, Любовь моя.” (thank you, my love)

“Let me see.”

With a pleased grin, Ilya held his phone in front of Shane’s face. He waited patiently as Shane pulled his glasses down from the top of his head and squinted at the screen.

Shane’s eyes trailed across the screen for a quiet minute, before he lifted his finger to point. “You can play squeeze with this e. There’s a double word tile too.”

Ilya’s eyes lit up, stealing a kiss from Shane before he started to place the tiles. “You are genius. I love you. I am finally beating Yuna!”

“I love you, too. Now, please shut off your damn phone. Words with Friends will be there in the morning.”

[sweetbabyshane]

oh my goodness 😭 thank you for all the love. i promise i will keep bringing you all my hollanov thoughts 🤍

[sweetbabyshane]

Sweetbabyshane is on AO3!

I made a collection of all my little drabbles and dialogues on AO3. I will keep posting here because I love the community, but I thought it would be nice to have them all in one place too.

Everything is already uploaded except the texting posts - those will probably only stay here. I hate dealing with picture uploads on AO3 😂

My Hollanov OC Children are not on AO3 either because I hope to one day develop a series about them, but we will see if I get the motivation for that.

I also have a bunch of bookmarks on AO3 if you ever need recommendations!

Sweetbabyshane's Hollanov Drabbles & Dialogues Collection

[sweetbabyshane]

I’ve seen a few different versions of this floating around lately, and I wanted to add my own take. I think Shane deserves a little recognition that he can play into jokes like this too. I know he can be a little late on recognizing it with others, but he’s definitely fluent in Ilya. Plus Shane can be a real charmer because he is so earnest.

Also, the Russian is according to Google Translate so my apologies if it’s wrong 🫣 Shane’s contact name is beloved, the first text is darling, and the last one is bunny

[sweetbabyshane]

Sometimes, when they are out with the team and Shane is in the right mood, he will sip on Ilya's vodka and chase it with his ginger ale. He won't directly ask for his own drink, but Ilya is happy to share, especially when it leads to what Ilya affectionately calls 'brutally honest Shane', who will chirp their friends and call bullshit on anything they say that he disagrees with.

Some of Ilya's favorite appearances of 'brutally honest Shane' are at the Kingfisher with their team, as well as the Admirals.

---

Hunter and Vaughn both rolled their eyes at yet another classic Rozanov chirp. Shane hadn't been listening to that side of the table, as he was enjoying his conversation with Kip about the latest paintings he acquired for a gallery.

"God, Roz, you are a real piece of work. I bet you even chirp the kids at your camps," Carter said, a little too plainly to be a joke. Shane did not like that one bit.

"What? Ilya would never. He is a sweetheart with the kids," Shane countered, turning his attention and leaning into Ilya's side.

Scott huffed a laugh and nodded. "Well, that may be true, but on the ice, he’s a menace. Even you can admit that, Rook."

"Of course he is; it’s a strategy. That is the role he plays. He’s nothing like that off the ice. That's how most of us are, you know that," Shane replied firmly. He knew Ilya enjoyed the chirping when it was fair, but Shane did not like the implication of his husband being bad with children or just genuinely being a 'bad' person.

"You are the same on and off, Hollz," Carter said.

Ilya stopped himself from laughing, but Shane couldn't. He chuckled a bit and then paused before responding. "Oh, wait, you’re serious?"

The entire table went quiet, listening in on the conversation now. Scott was the one to reply. "Uh, yeah, Shane. You are the nicest guy in the league."

"I am definitely not," Shane said, not able to hide his surprise. Ilya had to tuck his face into Shane's shoulder to keep his smile at bay.

"What are you talking about? You are always composed on the ice. You are a good leader, especially for the rookies. All the stripes love you. You don't fight. I mean, you started a whole damn charity. They called you Canada's Golden Boy for a reason, Rook."

Shane rolled his eyes. He appreciated all of Scott's kind words, but sometimes he hated that his reputation always boiled down to that, especially given the pressure of maintaining it.

"I guess that is true. Thank you, but like I said before, that is on the ice. I'm not saying I'm a bad person or anything, but I can be a real bitch. I know that."

Multiple voices called out around the table in contention, shocked by what he just said.

Shane's eyes grew wide, seeing them all react as if this were new information. He thought it was a bit obvious. "What? It’s true!"

Scott set his beer down with a loud clatter on the table. "You aren’t a bitch, Shane. What the hell are you talking about?"

Shane shrugged as he took another bolstering sip of Ilya's vodka, not even bothering to chase this one. "Not all the time, no, but I’m way meaner than Ilya. I just don't chirp you guys to your faces."

Ilya finally joined the conversation with a nod before adding, "Is true. He is like that meme. Looks like cinnamon roll but could kill you. I have been saying Shane Hollander is an asshole for many years, and no one would listen."

Everyone around the table laughed, some sporting expressions of recognition at Ilya's meme comparison. That was until Troy leaned in from his spot across the table.

"Hang on, Hollzy. What do you mean you don't chirp us to our faces?"

Shane leveled Troy with that unimpressed look some of the Centaurs have received after making subpar passing choices or shot attempts at practice.

"Barrett, you really think Ilya comes up with chirps about stats on his own? Or the ones in French? I thought you were smarter than that."

The entire table burst with laughter again, at Troy's expense this time. Kip looked especially pleased with this revelation as he said, "Oh my God, Shane, you really are a bitch. I love this for you."

[sweetbabyshane]

Ilya will pout. If he wants attentions, Ilya is not above whining and pouting to his husband to get what he wants. And Shane folds every time. He loves his dramatic baby of a husband too much to resist.

---

"You are mad at me," Ilya said suddenly from the other end of the couch.

Shane looked up with confusion at the sudden outburst. "What? No I’m not."

Ilya sighed and let his head fall back against the arm rest. "You must be. There is no other explanation."

"Why do you say that? Explanation for what?" Shane asked, letting his iPad fall into his lap. He adjusted his glasses a bit as they slipped down his nose.

Ilya crossed his arms and looked at the ceiling to keep his composure. "I have been on the couch with you for over ten minutes, and you do not touch me. You have not even looked at me. You must be mad if you do not want me."

Shane's jaw dropped slightly at the accusation. "Ilya, seriously? I’m not mad. I was focused on reading this contract for mom."

"No, is fine. I understand. You are tired of me now. Honeymoon is over," Ilya replied with another sigh, letting his head loll to the side. His voice had taken on that signature whine he only used when he was in a certain attention-seeking mood.

"Oh my god, you are ridiculous," Shane said with a huff. He knew what was going on now, and he had to resist laughing at the dramatics.

Ilya finally looked at Shane, sporting a pitiful look as if to say 'poor me' with his eyes. "First, my husband won’t touch me. Now, he says mean things about me."

"Ilya, come on. You know I didn't do it on purpose. I just get concentrated on things," Shane offered, playing into Ilya's little scene now.

"Yes, I know, but you usually still will touch me. At least acknowledge I am here," Ilya responded, sniffing at the end with a little pout on his lips.

Shane set his iPad aside and patted the couch beside him with an endeared smile on his face. He would never admit it, but Shane loved these little moments where Ilya indirectly asked for what he wanted. If a silly exchange was necessary to end up cuddling on the couch sometimes, Shane would never tell him to stop.

"You’re right. I’m sorry. I really was just focused on reading. It’s a lot of legal stuff so I had to concentrate. Come here."

Ilya let out a pleased hum and shuffled over to drape himself across Shane’s chest. His head quickly nuzzled into his preferred spot, and Ilya only had to wait a few seconds for Shane's hand to start running through his hair.

"Yes, much better. My husband loves me again."

Shane huffed a laugh before dropping a kiss on Ilya's head. "I never stopped, you big baby."

"Yours," Ilya mumbled into Shane's neck.

"Hmm?"

Ilya lifted his head just enough to kiss Shane's chin, and he repeated himself. "Your big baby."

Shane gently lowered Ilya's head back to his chest and squeezed him a little tighter in his arms. "Yeah, my big baby."

[sweetbabyshane]

After moving to Ottawa, Shane finally allows himself to relax. One of the methods of relaxation is weed. He still won't smoke, but once he is convinced to try edibles, he will admit that it slightly changes his life. He definitely hesitates sometimes and questions if he should do it, but the reassurance from Ilya and his therapist makes it easier.

Something that takes getting used to is that Shane goes nonverbal when he is high. Ilya knows how it goes now, but it still freaks people out when he partakes at team gatherings. Shane just leans into Ilya’s side, holds his hand, sometimes even sits with his eyes closed, and says nothing. Truly utters zero words once it hits.

Ilya will answer for him because he can almost always pick up on Shane’s nonverbal cues. Some of the guys and the WAGs will offer Shane food or drinks, but Ilya answers for him. The only one Shane will interact with aside from Ilya is Lisa Hayes, who gets him to nod in response to her questions and drink water.

Occasionally, different guys on the team ask if Shane actually enjoys it. Cassie asks once if he was silent because he was anxious, worried about Shane being comfortable with everyone. Shane says he loves the feeling because it is the only time his brain is empty, and he feels safe enough with their team to be in that state around them.

[sweetbabyshane]

After the first week of Centaurs camp, Shane wants to give Ilya a list of things he’s noticed about other people on the team. Minor fixes on form and positioning, new play ideas, general team notes. He asks Ilya to consider giving some of that feedback himself or to Weibe, but the ask leaves Ilya confused, then very angry with Montreal yet again.

"Hey, if I have notes for the team, do you want a list or can I just tell you?"

"..."

"Ilya? Did you hear me?"

"Yes, I hear you, мой любимый, but I am confused."

"Confused? I know it's only been a week so far, but I promise the list isn't huge. It's just little things I noticed."

"I am just wondering why you would give me a list."

"Oh shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to overstep, Ilya. I'm sure you noticed these things too. You are a great captain. I shouldn't-"

"Hey, hey, Shane, slow down. I am not upset that you notice things. You have best hockey brain, yes? This is good for our team."

"Okay, I mean, thank you, but what are you confused about then?"

"It is just...why are you making list for me? I thought you were getting comfortable with everyone."

"I am, I promise. They have all been great."

"Yes, so you will tell them these things yourself? I think they will be very excited to learn from you."

"But I can't..."

"What? Why not? You are talking fine right now."

"No, Ilya, what? I'm not the captain. You are."

"Yes, this is true. I am captain, but you are Shane Hollander. You are probably the most trusted veteran player in whole entire league for this stuff. Everyone wants to play like you."

"Even if that's true-"

"It is."

"Fine, but I still am not the captain. I can't just make corrections and give notes or ideas."

"Why the fuck not? Your opinions will matter most to me. You are always right on the ice. Was very annoying to play against you, but now, you are on my side. We would be stupid to not listen."

"Is this an Ottawa thing?"

"What? Respecting you? I think it is a thing everywhere except Montreal."

"Shut up. I meant the talking thing. Anyone on the team can just say something?"

"Of course! This is a Montreal thing, yes?"

"I guess I thought it was a professional hockey thing."

"So, what happened in Montreal? Only coach and captains can talk?"

"I mean, only me and Theriault could give notes or run drills or explain film."

"Not even Pike? He wears A for you?"

"No, captain and coach only. Hayden could only do it if I wasn't there, which never really happened."

"That is very tiring for you. Even more work on your shoulders than you already had to deal with."

"Yeah, it was, but that's just how it worked. I thought it was like that everywhere. I didn't know any different."

"Well, you can learn different now because everyone on our team can speak up. You will never have to carry everything alone again."

"That sounds nice."

"So, practice on Monday, you will give your notes, yes? I will tell Weibe you have thoughts if it makes you feel better."

"Oh, um, yeah, that would actually help a lot."

"Okay, good, I will text him. You have notes for everyone? We can make time in morning meeting before ice time."

"Are you sure? I don't want-"

"Shane, enough, please. Everyone will want to know what you think. You see things other people do not. You are also new perspective. It is good for me to hear what I have maybe been missing."

"I'm sure you have noticed all the things on my list."

"Maybe, but you should also be the one to share. You see game in different ways than I do. You see everything."

"I don't know about that, but thank you."

"You do. You were a very good captain. Montreal did not appreciate you."

"...thanks, baby."

"Of course, Любовь моя. I will keep telling you until you actually believe me."

[sweetbabyshane]

okay, I’m trying a texting idea for the first time ever. It is honestly a lot of work so I don’t know if I will actually make this a thing I do often, but I love the texting fics so I wanted to try. I hope you like this silly little idea so I could experiment lol

(also, I may have more on why they were late. It was very subtly hinted here so that may come in the future if I decide to make more)

[sweetbabyshane]

Ilya randomly gets moments in his marriage that remind him of the times before they were officially together, and it never fails to make him emotional. The memories of Shane being just as gentle and caring made Ilya realize just how long their feelings have been at play

A soft kiss on his forehead felt so very similar to their first time, making Ilya’s head spin. He remembers the panic he felt back then compared to the overwhelming sense of love and affection he feels now.

Whenever Shane climbed into Ilya’s lap to comfort him about something, the gentle rocking sensation sent him back to Tampa for a split second every time.

While learning Russian, Shane liked to walk around the house to point at random things and say 'word please' as a way for Ilya to teach him. Sometimes, Shane needs to hear the pronunciation again, so he will ask Ilya to say it again. That phrase always reminded Ilya of that night at the cottage where Shane asked Ilya to say 'I love you' in Russian.

No matter how much time passes, little moments like that will always get to Ilya. He is grateful to love Shane, grateful to be loved by Shane, and grateful to remember all the love tied into those little moments.

[sweetbabyshane]

Shane "Pilates Baddie" Hollander

Shane bought two reformers and a cadillac for their home gym after moving to Ottawa. He had always loved including Pilates in his routine, but he hated the unwanted attention he received from going to public classes, so he decided to get his own equipment.

The second reformer was purchased mainly in the hope of Ilya doing Pilates too; however, it was slow and boring according to him. (Definitely not too difficult for Ilya Rozanov, how dare you, Shane??)

Although Ilya hated it, Pilates with Shane Hollander somehow became an honored invite once others found out. Yuna would join him at least once a month when their schedules matched, and Jackie, Rose, and Svetlana were always welcome when they came for visits.

Shane never wanted to bring it up around the team since he always got shit for it in Montreal, but one of the WAGs mentioned wanting to try it at a barbecue, and Shane couldn't resist explaining his home setup and the benefits.

Allowing other people to join him started with Cassie Boodram, who was becoming one of Shane's best friends. She mentioned a bad experience at a studio she tried in downtown Ottawa, so Shane offered for Cassie to try it again with him.

Once some of the other WAGs caught wind of it, Shane extended the invite to everyone in the WAGs group chat who would be interested. Shane expected it to be maybe one or two others aside from Cassie, but almost all of them wanted to at least try it out.

In true Shane fashion, he developed a schedule for 'Pilates with Shane' that had a built-out calendar with sign-up slots. He had a system in making sure someone was ready for the reformer and later the cadillac, especially if they had never done Pilates before. It became so popular that Shane ended up renting a Pilates studio twice a month for all of them to work out together.

After the WAGs started bragging about their Pilates time with Shane, the Centaurs started to get jealous. It didn't help that the WAGs were doing a whole lot of teasing about how their bulky hockey player partners probably couldn't keep up at Pilates anyway. That, of course, got everyone very competitive about trying it.

Thus, one of the funniest things Shane has ever witnessed, and one of the highest performing videos on Centaurs' social media, was born. Shane rented their usual studio and led his most beginner routine for the entire team. Between the WAGs laughing and his teammates whining and complaining, it was the loudest that Pilates studio had ever been.

[sweetbabyshane]

“Ugh, Shane, this is so boring,” Ilya whined again, trying to tip his head back to look up at his husband. He was getting tired of staring at a boring shirt instead of his husband’s pretty face. Shane could have least taken his shirt off for Ilya.

Shane pushed Ilya’s head gently to keep him looking forward. “Oh, I’m sorry that you are so bored getting your hair done for free by your nice husband.”

Ilya rolled his eyes, fighting a smile at the sassy reply. He leaned forward to kiss Shane’s stomach.

“Baby, seriously, please sit still. I’m almost done,” Shane huffed as he scrunched the final section of Ilya’s hair. “We just have to do the diffuser after this.”

Ilya groaned but did as he was told. He would always complain because how could he resist teasing his adorable husband, but he genuinely loved this little routine.

Shane did so much research after finding out that Ilya just washed his hair with curl shampoo and hoped for the best. He asked Svetlana to teach him how to properly do Ilya’s hair, and he’s been doing it ever since.