Humbly asking the Hollanov fic gods to bring me a fic of Ilya just eating Shane’s ass. Like just a festival of hole worship.
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Humbly asking the Hollanov fic gods to bring me a fic of Ilya just eating Shane’s ass. Like just a festival of hole worship.
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I think Shane would actually really hate seeing cute pictures of fat babyshane and awkward pink-cheeked toddlershane and shy, intense, furrowed-brow kidshane,
because I think it would just bring him back to the humiliation and vulnerability he associates with those times in his life.
yes, it’s on that kids skating rink that he earned his first trophy when he was four, but it’s also the place where other kids used to relentlessly stretch their eyes with their fingers at him, and make fun of his obsession with hockey instead of math.
yes, that classroom is where he held David’s hand and very seriously toured him around the various finger-paintings of himself in skates on the walls, but it’s also where his teachers requested a private meeting with his parents, and that night he heard them arguing about him not having any friends or interests outside of hockey.
yes, that hockey rink is where, for the first time, his twelve year old self felt confident and in place, respected and apart of his team. But, it’s also the first time, he felt his gaze shudder and drag down another boys back, and where he first felt that trickle of icy dread down his spine into his stomach, of what that might mean about him. About what his team might think about him then.
currently fantasizing about pressing play on heated rivalry season 2 episode 1
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If Ilya’s being honest with himself, he never pictured what it’d look like to have a long-term relationship. His life always felt like it was moving too fast in order to settle down, he never considered people he hooked up with to be someone who’d stick around longer than the sheets cooling. Even with Svetlana, when they were consistently sleeping with one another, a part of him wondered if he’d just wake up one day and she’d stop messaging him. That she’d stop caring. Relationships always felt like something out of reach, something he convinced himself he wasn’t interested in. He was too busy, too lazy, too fussy—why have one of something when he could have many? Too unlovable. Too scared.
He never pictured being someone’s boyfriend because he didn’t consider himself someone who could be good at it. In turn, who would want to be with someone like him? Who would want to be his girlfriend or boyfriend when they peeled back the mask he always wore and saw what was underneath? A gruesome painting hidden in someone’s attic. A haunted house. Something broken.
Shane, as his boyfriend, has never once looked at him like that.
Shane never treats him like he’s too much—no matter what emotion he might be embracing. Even if it’s something wholeheartedly ridiculous.
Ilya lifts his foot in the air as he stands on the patio, a huff leaving his lips as he tries to squint in the sun to see the damage. This is what he gets for caring about the variety of animals that live around the cottage—he’s pretty sure a dog would never do this to him but—
A frog ribbits from where Ilya set it on a rock near the lake before jumping right in. He narrows his eyes at it, “Yes, you are welcome.”
“Are you arguing with that frog again?”
Ilya turns his head to look up at his boyfriend, leaning his hip against one of the patio chairs because he doesn’t want to put his foot down. “No.” Then, “He keeps getting stuck in flower pot.”
Shane smiles a little, “Maybe he wants to live there, Ilya.”
“He’s too fat to live there, Shane. Ribbits all night in distress.”
“Oh, so you speak frog now?”
Ilya crinkles his nose, waving his hand at him, “Well no more rescues because now I’m injured.”
Shane gives him a onceover before taking a few steps closer, attempting to figure out what he’s being dramatic about, “I’ll call the paramedics immediately.”
“There is large splinter in my foot.” Ilya whines, bending his knee to try and get a good look at the pad of his foot again.
He nearly loses his balance and Shane’s hand comes down on his waist to steady him, “Alright, c’mon. Let’s go inside and take a look.”
Ilya pouts, “Carry me.”
Shane snorts, “Come on. Big baby.” But his voice is warm and soothing as his hand slides down Ilya’s spine and back up to massage the muscles near his shoulders.
“Yes,” Ilya agrees, wobbling inside and making his way to the couch. He plops into the corner, waiting for Shane to come back with the first-aid kit. “Your big baby.”
His boyfriend hooks his fingers around Ilya’s chin, drawing him into a soft kiss that confirms that statement before he sits on the coffee table. He digs through the first-aid kit for tweezers before picking Ilya’s ankle up and examining his foot. He squints at his skin, drawing his thumb down the arch in one fluid motion—
And Ilya nearly kicks him, “Ostanavlivat'sya.” He huffs.
Shane grins— “Stop? Are you ticklish here and never told me?”
“I’m about to lose my foot and this is how I am treated?”
A chuckle sounds out of Shane’s throat, “Oh my god.” He doesn’t tickle him again but he does hold his foot closer, trying to find the splinter Ilya’s talking about. Then… “Okay here…” He purses his lips, “You know what? You’re right, we mise well just amputate. Can’t be saved.”
Ilya covers his face with one hand, “I knew it. Just—ouch!” Shane pulls the splinter right out, a smug look on his face when Ilya’s gaze falls to him again.
“This is the tiniest splinter I have ever seen.”
“Lzhets,” Ilya shoves at Shane’s knee with his other foot. “Good thing you are not real doctor, terrible bedside manner.”
Shane smirks, setting the tweezers down in the first-aid lid. He does grab a small antiseptic wipe and very gently (with much care and affection that’s obvious in his hands) cleans where the splinter was before pressing a kiss to the top of Ilya’s foot.
“Don’t need a band-aid, I think.” Shane raises his eyebrows, closing the first-aid box.
Ilya purses his lips, “Think the kisses have healed me, maybe one more.” He hooks his fingers onto Shane’s shirt, tugging until he’s leaning over him on the couch, their lips joining in a smile.
shane is moaning and gagging on it SO LOUD like yes baby oh my god fuck ilya fuck you’re so deep i love your cock fuck feels so good baby and ilya is so into it but hes also like . wow shane is Loving It tonight hes loud but not This Loud . and then the next day theyre checking out of the hotel and he realises they were in the room next door to the guy who winked at ilya at the bar the night before . and suddenly ilya is bricked up again at the checkout desk cause ohhhh my godddd my husband is such a slut and he loves me soooo much <3 <3
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ghosts are real and they’re everywhere. in old photographs tucked safely in a box under your bed. in the walls of your childhood home waiting for you to come back. they live in old text messages and emails. forever frozen in time. they haunt your old best friends neighborhood. flickering in the street lamps. occasionally, on very rare summer afternoons; when the sun shines through the kitchen window in a certain way and all of the sudden you get this feeling in your stomach of melancholia; that is a haunting. a possession. those are ghosts trying to find comfort in the present because the past they once lived in no longer exists.
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I’m starting a collection of a particular type of Hollanov photo
Exhibit A:
Exhibit B:
Seems like people at that party are starting to talk. He was not the only poc that had that done to them
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one character for each day of the pride month ✨
Day 12 — Mickey Milkovich
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov Characters: Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Post-Scene: Ilya Rozanov Makes Tuna Melts in Episode: s01e04 Rose, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Shane Hollander Has Food Allergies, Shallergies, Anaphylaxis, Soft Ilya Rozanov, Soft Shane Hollander, Soft Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Caretaking, Hospitals, Allergies, Domestic Fluff, Good Significant Other Ilya Rozanov, Ilya Rozanov Takes Care of Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov Needs A Hug, Shane Hollander Needs a Hug Summary:
“Go?” Rozanov repeats, and Shane thinks he manages to nod, thinks he manages to spin some kind of excuse that he knows Rozanov doesn’t really buy, but he needs to go. He needs to get out of here. He needs to find somewhere quiet and calm where he can ride out this panic and painful tightness until he can catch his breath again. He needs-
He needs to go.
“I’m sorry,” he says, turning heel and resisting the urge to just book it right for the front door only because he’d rather not have to explain to Hayden why he returned from a hookup with Boston Lily in men’s clothes that he certainly didn’t leave in.
It’s not until he makes it halfway up the stairs to Rozanov’s bedroom that it occurs to him in a cold rush that it isn’t just anxiety that makes it this hard to breathe.
“No,” he tells himself firmly, white knuckling the bannister and trying to take a deep breath just to prove that he can.
It wheezes.
(how the tuna meltdown is averted through the power of food allergies and anaphylaxis)
playing in the hollanova sandbox rn i think that while shane and ilya's dynamic plays more with top and bottom and D/s jane and lilya's is mainly D/s.
like i think they're vers when it comes to topping and bottoming. they're both equal opportunity strap slingers but when jane wears it lilya makes her feel like a human dildo and jane gets off on the objectification. when lilya wears the strap she Really knows how to use it. like her stroke game is 100 out of 10.
and not to be horny on main (not sorry) but i don't think shane and ilya play around with daddy kink as much as jane and lilya do. jane 100% calls lilya daddy when they have sex.
Dress him up!