#fatedskates

[rinkholy]

@fatedskates liked for a lyric starter

Ilya curls up with his head in Shane's lap, feeling like he's been run utterly ragged. It's hard. Everything feels so fucking hard. He can't say that he misses Russia. He can't say that he regrets making the move to Ottawa. He doesn't. But god, he's given up a lot to be here, to make their relationship work, and most days makes him feel like he's sinking to rock bottom rather than getting better in any capacity.

"Everyone told me that it would get better, but everyday feels exactly the same," he eventually mutters, a hand coming up to rub at his eyes. Would Shane think less of him for feeling this way? Would he judge him if he admitted that sometimes he thinks about dying? Not that he would ever act on those urges, but it always lingers like a phantom, making his skin crawl.

"I'm sorry. I'm trying."

Song: Sick of the Sun by Poppy

[rinkholy]

@fatedskates said: "Don't tell me you're here for a smoothie? I picture you more of the chocolate shake kind of guy." Kip couldn't help but tease Ilya, it was just so much fun. Watching and participating in the pointless banter.

"Is because I am, but Shane wants me to try and be more healthy. So here I am. Trying to make my boyfriend happy." Ilya snorts, leaning against the counter as he looks up at the menu. It's still strange, being able to call Shane his boyfriend out in public, but it's nice. "I don't want anything with nasty vegetables in it. Yuck!"

[rinkholy]

@fatedskates said: kip arched an eyebrow slightly as he saw hayden enter the kingfisher. looking around to see if any of the other hockey players were there yet.. maybe they were coming? "hey man, what can i get for you?" he asked casually, one of his usual smiles tugging at the corner of his lips. he wouldn't make this a big deal, even if he still wasn't used to this being the hangout place for a lot of the NHL players that might be in town for a game.

Maybe Hayden did make a beeline for the Kingfisher before everyone else got there. He's been dealing with a lot of stress lately, and, well, he could use the ten minutes of alone time before the rest of the team piled in after him. He slides into one of the barstools and smiles at Kip, waving a hand. "Hi! The rest of the team will be here soon. Sorry we beat Hunter." He winks and laughs, leaning against the bar with a shrug. "Watcha got? Anything you recommend?"

[payingtheprice]

'you weren’t listening to me. it’s like your mind is somewhere else.' - from kip

"Hm?" He's only further proving Kip's point, but he can't help it. His eyes are glued to the man on the other side of the bar, currently grappling with a mic stand while he chats easily with a few bystanders. He's easy and flirty and sensual. Somehow doing his entire set up while making sure that every person around him receives his undivided attention and adoration. He's a marvel. Ryan can't even be sure that he's entirely real, or how he got so lucky. Fabian tosses a wink in his direction and it's enough to make Ryan blush and turn back to his drink, and the man sitting next to him at the bar. "Shit." He winces, "I'm being...it's rude. I'm sorry." He physically has to turn his body towards Kip's to ensure that his focus doesn't drift, and even then he's pretty sure it still will.

[rinksaint]

~ @fatedskates || ❛  can't you please just listen?  ❜ - shane to scott ~

"Hollander, you don't need to worry - Whatever's going on with you and Rozanov, I'm not going to tell." Scott's maybe a little too tuned in when it comes to these things. Mostly because of his own insecurities. He spends so much of his time curating how he appears to the world, analysing how people see him, that he tends to be perceptive when it comes to others.

He hadn't meant to overhear room numbers and stare at longing looks between them. It just sorta happened accidentally.

"Your secret's safe with me." This is where he should come clean to Shane. Because I'm gay'. It should just fall from his lips. But it's not that easy. It's been locked away within Scott for so long that he doesn't know if he'll ever be able to say it aloud to another person.

"I promise, man. Don't worry about anything."

[ilyrozanv]

~ @fatedskates || you're flirting with him. - shane to ilya ~

Ilya's brow arches as he hears the words, leaning on his elbow and dragging his gaze back to look at Shane. It's another charity hockey gala. He and Hollander have been paraded around the place and they've barely spoken to each other.

So, maybe Ilya decided to try and get his attention.

"Am I? Was just listening to him tell me about his home village. He is from Russia too." Ilya throws a wink at the bartender before looking back to Shane. "Was starting to think you had forgotten my name, Hollander - Have not spoken to me all night."

[payingtheprice]

"Hey Price, you got a minute?" - from shane

he never had the honor of playing with hollander , and maybe that was a good thing . maybe it's good to have a few players left in the league that he can respect and admire without them being tarnished by locker room experiences . ryan feels a familiar spike of anxiety when his name is called across the ice and his first thought is , automatically , that he's going to be the first player ever traded from a volunteer charity hockey camp for kids . rozanov made a mistake . of course this wouldn't last . of course it was too good to be true --- ryan swallows down the clog in his throat as he skates over to hollander . former rookie of the year , stanley cup champion , best player in the league , shane hollander . "if this is about earlier --- " whether it's walking in on him and rozanov , or accidentally making a kid cry during a drill , he can't quite decide which is the potential bigger offense . " it won't happen again . "

[caprozanov]

➠ con't from here with @fatedskates / shane hollander

✘ ♕ ✘ It was a complete and utter lie, of course. The public gym wasn't one that Ilya frequented at all. It wasn't far from the Boston arena and probably close to wherever the Montreal team were staying. Though it was one of the really nice, expensive ones, Ilya had his own gym in his house, not to mention the team one at the arena. As it happened, Ilya had been out for a run and decided to take this particular route towards his favorite coffee shop when he spotted Hollander one of the bikes inside. Grinning to himself, he couldn't resist going in to give his rival shit.

And sure, maybe there were other feelings driving him inside to talk to the man he hoped would occupy his bed sheets that night after the game.

"Oh, very funny," Ilya drawled with an eye roll at the little joke. "Yes, you can see my name right there." He pointed to a far wall where a Boston Raiders banner hung proudly. It didn't bear any of the team names, but it got the point across. He then casually leaned one arm along the top of the console in front of the bike, looking entirely casual and his other hand picked up the hem of his shirt to wipe away sweat from his mouth, exposing his torso. "So what, you do not exercise enough in practice?"