#captainswinged

[rinkholy]

@captainswinged said: Hayden arrives at the Hollander-Rozanov Residence with two large boxes of pizza and an equally huge bottle of coke under his arm, smiling fondly as he knocks, waiting to be let inside. Yes, this is a peace offering. He wants to make this work. He wants to put in effort. For Shane and for his own peace of mind. (Captainswinged <3 mostly for Ilya, you know why, but feel free to reply with your Shane alongside him xD)

Ilya can't say that he's dreading it, no. Hayden is...fine. Hayden is fine. Even if he still holds a little bit of resentment for the whole outing debacle, but Ilya's mostly gotten over it. Besides, he can't resist Shane when he asks him to play nice, so play nice he does. He's capable of it, at the very least. So he gets up and answers the door, raising his brows as he looks Hayden up and down. "You know, Shane would have a heart attack if he saw what you're bringing into our home." He snorts, stepping aside to let him in.

Anya, however, is always excited to see Hayden, jumping down from the couch and running around his legs. "Shane is out for a little bit, so it's just us."

[rivaledmuses]

@captainswinged

All-Star Weekend was in full swing in Las Vegas and Cliff was right in his element. He loved being there. Between the drinks and the nightlife, he adored the city. With his first drink ordered at the bar, he lingered nearby waiting for it, while the others he’d arrived with drifted off to greet a few others. When he turned around for just a minute, he saw one of  the guys he loved to antagonize all season long. It was one of his conference teammates - Hayden Pike. "Piiiiike, how's it going man?"

[stxincd]

@captainswinged sent: ❛  you've been my best friend for years, what made you think it would change now?  ❜ - captainswinged für Shane hehe :D From my meme tag || always accepting

"Well..."

A soft breath escapes Shane, one he'd been holding onto for way too long; He exhales it in a long slow motion as the fork he's currently handling pokes holes into the piece of chicken breast still sitting on his plate, mostly untouched, with the rice that came as a side having cooled down significantly by now.

It's just hard for him to eat while... doing this. Talking to Hayden about---

"---We've never really... you know. I never told you about... that." About Shane being gay, is what he means. Another set of holes is poked into his chicken and Shane breathes through, his gaze finally lifting away from his food to glance over at his best friend - only managing to do so for a second and a half, however, his attention returning to where he's still unable to finish his lunch.

"And, uhm... you know, me and Rozanov being... --- yeah, it just... happened out of nowhere after all, at least from your point of perspective. For us it has been nine years..."

An awful long amount of time, really. Shane swallows, reaches for his Ginger Ale, takes a sip.

[stxincd]

Plotted starter for @captainswinged / @montrealjane

Perhaps Ilya should feel a lot more fazed about... well, this. About the situation he's currently finding himself within.

He doesn't, though. He just thinks about how fucking stupid and unnecessary this is. How he is certainly in the right and that other asshole being - yeah, an asshole. A fucking stupid motherfucker who dared to say a bunch of things that a man like Ilya Rozanov just cannot ignore, cannot allow to exist within the realm of reality, what the fuck, how does nobody see this?!

---People did see it, did agree with him, but not necessarily with Ilya's reaction; That guy who'd dared to say some nasty things about Shane Hollander is, apparently, in hospital now - that is a thing Ilya's very happy about, definitely. But Ilya himself is not in hospital, nor is he out on the street or back at his hotel room.

He's currently sitting inside a police station and being granted exactly one phone call to make to whoever might be caring about him enough. The police officer in charge is definitely running on some sort of adrenaline high, he can tell; To be able to detain Ilya Rozanov, of all people, because he went rabid inside a club and, subsequently so, caused some damage to both that unknown asshole in hospital and the club's furniture - that must surely give that idiot a real boost to his already stupidly overinflated ego.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. So, so much stupid. Too much stupid.

So here Ilya is - nose and lips and knuckles bloody and aching - as he takes the fucking offer given to make one fucking phonecall on his fucking phone before it will be taken away from him for... some time. Unsure how long. Until he's getting back out, he assumes, in one way or another.

Of course he's calling Shane. Could call a teammember of his instead, but with his mind still fogged by both the high of the bar fight and a little too much Vodka, he's automatically seeking out the one man that he trusts the most.

---And when he gets to listen to the noise of someone picking up at the other end of the line, followed by what Ilya assumes to be made of surprise and utter exhaustion, something within the center of his chest begins to bleed as well. In a different kind of way, though. Like... an emotion, perhaps. Or two. Twenty.

"Hello Shane." A little dragged-out, accent thick as blue-green eyes flick over to glance at that cop sitting across the table, staring at him with a smirk that Ilya wants to erase from that guy's face with the help of his fist, but doesn't. "---So, I have problem. ...Well, is not big problem, just annoying. Annoying, erm, thing happened."

[rinkholy]

@captainswinged said: [Text: Buddy]: Hey, theoretically spoken... [Text: Buddy]: If someone you love very much (like me) has some absolutely terrifying school teacher thingy talk scheduled for this afternoon [Text: Buddy]: Possibly because the theoretical kids were assuming about have been suspended... [Text: Buddy]: and maybe his wife is sick and unable to go with him to face down a mob of angry teaching staff [Text: Buddy]: Would his best friend maybe go with him? Please? [Text: Buddy]: Just in theory of course... [Text: Buddy]: Those theoretical twins would love to see their second favorite uncle for sure if that helps? -Captainswinged (xD <3)

Oh Jesus christ.

Shane sighs as he stares at his phone, absently chewing on the drawstrings of his hoodie while reading the texts over. Since when did he become Hayden's backup spouse? Isn't this Hayden's job as a dad? Right?

Then again, Shane is better at arguing than him. Though he thinks of it less like arguing and more like debating when it comes to authority figures. Arguing implies that he would be yelling, which he rarely does, and, well, Hayden is...not the best at debating, either.

[TXT Hayden]: Okay fine.

[TXT Hayden]: What time is it at? Are you sure I'm allowed to be there?

Well, he knows he's on the designated pick up list, but still-

[TXT Hayden]: You owe me.

[bostonlilyxo]

continued from here.

Ilya did not like Hayden's reaction at all. He'd seen Hayden get pissed off and serious before, but this was like watching someone snap after ice water was poured over their head.

"During our last game against Detroit," he explained quietly. "I think it was recent trade. He is defenseman. Nelson."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "I know it's bad because Shane reacted to it, but he did not punch him."

@captainswinged

[rivaledmuses]

Hayden should be asleep. He knows that much. But instead, he’s staring at the ceiling, wide awake, something from earlier refusing to leave his mind. Cliff fucking Marleau. Of all people. He never thought he’d end up befriending a Boston player, but All-Star Weekend had been… decent. And the man himself? Not nearly as insufferable as expected.

Hayden huffs quietly, rolling onto his side as the memory resurfaces, something offhand, something stupid, something that hadn’t quite made sense at the time but… He’s probably overthinking it.

Right? Right.

He remembers talking to Marleau about how funny it was that their captains had been acting weird around each other for years. How Shane always seemed to disappear after games against Boston. Boston. Of all places. Their biggest rival. A city that would boo them into the ground without hesitation.

And somehow Shane Hollander of all people had apparently picked himself a Boston girl. Which still doesn’t make sense. Hayden frowns faintly, staring into nothing for a second longer before reaching for his phone anyway. Because Marleau had said something weird too.

They were apparently dealing with the same kind of mystery, and Hayden finds himself more invested than he probably should be. He pointedly ignores the quiet voice in the back of his head insisting there’s something off about all of this.

It’s been three weeks since All-Star Weekend. Marleau seemed determined to figure it out. Soooo... It can’t hurt to check in.

Right? Right.

[Text to Marly]: You ever figure out that Jane thing or was that just you talking shit?

@captainswinged

While it had been a few weeks since the All Star Game, Cliff’s mind was primarily focused on getting the amount of points for the playoffs … as well as, a few other things. It was creeping closer but he was trying not to stress himself out about it too badly. Between the playoffs looming and his night out at the club, it was fun times. He had just made it home when he got a text from Hayden Pike of all people. It was genuinely unexpected at midnight.

He wasn't heavily intoxicated, but he'd had a few drinks. It took him a second to even remember what Pike was talking about. He left the message on read for about two minutes before he actually began typing out an answer.

[text @ Pike]: Uhhhhhhhhh

He sent just the uh at first, realizing it too late.

[text @ Pike]: Fuck sorry [text @ Pike]: Uh [text @ Pike]: I mean, I haven’t figgured it out no [text @ Pike]: You?

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[rinkholy]

@captainswinged said: Birthday Ask <3 How do you even pick a gift for a literal millionaire that could just buy whatever he wants whenever he wants it? It's hard. Hayden knows this, but thankfully he knows Shane too. He had to find something that Shane wouldn't get for himself, because he rarely treats himself. So, Hayden had to do quite a lot of thinking and sifted through the internet, searching high and low for something appropriate. And then he found it. He 'hates' what he found, he 'hates' how perfect it is and he 'hates' how he immediately contacted the seller to have it made to order. On his birthday Shane will be handed a gift the size of a shoe box - and god he only hopes that his best friend won't think this to be cringe - but anyways, inside is a teddy bear, but of course it's not just a plain stuffed bear, it's blond-ish in color, turquoise pins as eyes and the most important thing: it comes with not just one, but two little Rozanov 81 jerseys. One the appropriate Boston Bears colors, the other made to look like the Centaurs one. Everything is made with the utmost love and attention for every little details. "Happy Birthday, buddy. I thought this helps for when you guys are apart." - captainswinged <3

Shane's never really been one for birthdays. Everyone who knows him knows that. He finds them draining and overstimulating when most of the time, he really just wants to sit at home with his loved ones and enjoy a quiet evening together. When he's handed the box from Hayden, he quirks a brow and unwraps it, feeling a flush rise to his cheeks when he opens it to see the bear that greets him. Shane huffs out a laugh as he picks it up, a wide grin appearing on his face. "Hayd, you're such a sap," he mumbles, hugging the bear close for a moment before he pulls Hayden into a hug of his own, still grinning. "I love it. Thank you."