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Say the Fucking Words
Summary: Somewhere between memory and a dream, Ilya begins to understand that some things are more simple than they seem.
Fixing Old Things
Summary: Can Ilya and Shane fix an old hurt?
Redefining the Familiar
Summary: Shane and Ilya come together to remember what they mean to each other and learn what more they could be.
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Summary: Ilya is confronted by images he would rather not face.
Enough Love to Go Around
Summary: Ilya has a surprise for Shane...can he survive it?
From Russia
Summary: Ilya gets an unexpected visitor from Russia.
Picking a Fight
Shane mumbles something in his sleep that has Ilya picking a fight.
Happy Endings
Cliff Marleau tries make a gesture of goodwill towards Ilya, but it does not go to plan. So, Cliff pulls in reinforcements, namely Roz's husband.
Tell Me What You Want
Ilya really wants Shane to ask for what he wants
What's the Word I'm Looking For?
What do Ilya and David talk about around the kitchen table?
That One Time I Met Ilya Rosanov
This is my experience with Ilya Rozanov...oh, and someone named Jane
as touching as it is that ilya offered to go with shane to talk to his parents after david walked in on them, a moment that I think is as worthy of notice, if not MORE worthy, is the moment right after david has been caught looking at them and turns tail. shane, in his shock, basically freezes. he does not know what just happened. he does not know what to do. ilya is saying "maybe you should—" go after/talk to him, and shane's brain is logically processing that as correct—he says "yeah, yeah, yeah"—but his feet remain planted. AND ILYA, BRAVE- AND BIG-HEARTED ILYA, SAYS, "do you want me to—?" and points at himself. ilya rozanov has very likely never met david hollander. never exchanged words with him. knows what david's opinion of him likely is, as a player for boston and an infamous asshole and most importantly shane's career-long rival. but in this moment of devastating vulnerability for shane ilya, without hesitation, asks if shane wants him to go after his dad and talk to him about the situation. however he can think to do so on the spot. because he can see shane crumbling and his first instinct is to do whatever shane needs to be okay. well I'M not okay!!!!!!!!
Hey Tumblr - maybe don't put the DELETE button so fucking close to the "log out" button. I've almost deleted my whole account twice. If it wasn't for the pop up saying "are you sure?" (thanks for that at least!) I would have been done for. 😒
So, I'm halfway through Project Hail Mary. I love Rocky and would give my life for him...I am legitimately terrified they are going to kill this precious creature. 😭😭😭 I will not survive!
Why do people feel the need to comment rude things on fics they don't like? 😔 Just scroll past. I'll never understand that need to hurt other people's feelings or disparage work I put time into. What does it do for people?
Reactor: "Oh my god! This is such book dialogue! 🙄"
Um...yeah, yep. Itssssss based on a book. Which you knew, so - what did you expect?
*She said this like 5 or 6 times, btw.*
Same reactor: "God, the whole first episode is just sex, I'm just reacting to porn."
*Six minutes later - Ilya and Shane are on the Las Vegas rooftop, tense and trying to understand each other, both desperate for the other, but having no idea of how to express it, and as a result, exploding at each other with frustration and confusion.*
Same Eye Rolling Reactor: "Okay, that's REALLY dramatic for the first episode."
So, which is it? Is this episode just sex, or is there story and characters developing? Just because you're too stupid to pickup on the relationship that has been developing under your nose, doesn't mean the "drama" just came out of nowhere and wasn't earned. 😠
*Btw, there is less than 10 minutes of sex in a nearly 50 minute episode. Leaving 40 WHOLE MINUTES for character development and story arcs. But...yeah, okay. 🙄*
I leave you with this moment from this "shallow" sex show:
The more times I watch people who are too stupid to understand the BASICS in the story of HR, the more I think maybe Hollywood is right, and audiences really do need everything spoonfed to them.
In all the reactions I've watched (No, I won't say how many it's been...I couldn't possibly have kept count. 😏) I've seen three maybe four people understand that Svetlana is clearly not a girlfriend to Ilya because she saw he got a text from "Jane" that said, "Next Time I Guess", and she just laughed about it and happily let him start fucking her.
How many fucking girlfriends would do that? 😒 Of course you aren't expected to know the exact dynamics of their relationship, but it was written that way so you at least understand that they're not dating. So, stop calling Ilya a cheater. 😠
Also, in the scene where Alexei asks Ilya for $20,000, Ilya, while living in BOSTON says that their Dad asked him to bring home bread. No one seems to understand that this obviously points to confusion and loss of memory.
And we KNOW Ilya's in Boston because he just told Alexei that he couldn't send the money because it's midnight there, while it's clearly bright daylight in Russia. But then again, I've literally seen people STILL not get the fact that his father has dementia, when Ilya has to REMIND HIS FATHER THAT HIS MOTHER IS DEAD!!
Like, htg, nevermind people understanding the deeper inner lives and feelings of our beloved characters, some of that can definitely take a rewatch. But some people watching aren't even capable of understanding basic relationships unless they are SPELLED out.
I honestly make fun of shows and movies where characters have dialogue like, "Come on, Sis, you know I haven't been on a horse since my accident in Sophomore year." as a way to establish, 1. a sibling relationship, 2. a tragic backstory, and 3. the length of time they've been dealing with said tragic backstory, all in one VERY stupid sentence. I was always like, for God's sake, give the audience some credit!
But maybe not! Media literacy is truly just in the TANK!! 🤦🏻♀️
Summary: This is my experience with Ilya Rozanov...oh, and someone named Jane
Pairing: Ilya Rozanov x Female Reader (I)
Warnings: Smut. Kissing. Making Out. Oral, female receiving. Vaginal fingering. Some Angst. Embarrassment
Word Count: 3,541
A/N: So, I was thinking today about all the "sexy and fun" women that Ilya said he was always around, and how he could never get Shane off his mind properly - and this arrived in my brain. I hope you like it.
P.S. Though it might seem like it, this is not the episode 4 club night. I'm placing the story somewhere in the middle of the episode 4 opening montage. 😁 Also, I'm very sorry if the Russian is incorrect. All I had was Google Translate and a dream! And, and, also, you will never convince me that Ilya does not eat pussy, just as well as he sucks dick. That man is a generational, bisexual talent! 😝
I couldn't believe I was where I was.
In a hotel suite at the…Hilton? No, the…Fairmont…? Fuck, I couldn't remember the name of the god damn hotel!
Right at that moment, Ilya Rozanov dragged his wide tongue up through the dripping wet folds of my body, my fist clenching in his curls, and I realized it absolutely did not matter what fucking hotel I was in. Whatever the name of the hotel, it was his room, and I was here, sprawled out on the bed, short skirt rucked up around my waist, and my panties tossed somewhere beside the bed.
And a fucking Greek God was driving me out of my mind with nothing more than his succulent mouth and teasing tongue.
The last couple of hours had just been a rush of sensation and disbelief. Disbelief that he'd approached me in the club, a dizzying, swooping feeling when he'd pulled me close, his hard, gorgeously muscled body pressed tightly to mine on the dance floor. I lost track of time, and I had no idea how long we’d been dancing when he bent his head to whisper in my ear, his accent warm and inviting.
“My name is Ilya, moya Krasavitsa. I would like to take you out of here. Yes? My hotel room?”
I nodded instinctively; any fear I may have felt at leaving with a strange man, lost out easily to the pounding need pumping through my veins. Anyway, he wasn't a complete stranger. I mean we'd never met, but I knew who he was. I grew up in a hockey family, and had been to a few of his games. He looked even hotter without the helmet and gloves.
He took my hand in his, and pulled me through the loud, overcrowded club. Stepping out into the street was even more disorienting. The loud, thumping music fell away, and the cool fall air raised goosebumps on my flushed skin.
I must have looked as dazed as I felt, because Ilya smiled, soft and indulgent, and raised his hand to tuck my hair behind my ear. “Are you still here with me, Krasavitsa?”
I nodded, but he tipped my chin up so I was looking him in the eye. “Yes? Still here, still want to come with me back to my hotel room?”
I nodded again, but managed to add a smile. “Hell yes.”
Ilya's grin could only be described as devilish.
We hopped into the back of a taxi that was just sitting outside the busy club. The ride was short, no more than ten minutes, but by the end of it, my breath was coming in shorter and shorter gasps.
Ilya had spent the entire time letting his fingers trail up and down my knee, and reaching just under the hem of my skirt to squeeze my thigh gently. After each time his fingertips pressed into my soft flesh, he would sweep his pinky up further under my skirt and closer to the part of my body that was aching for him.
When we pulled up to the hotel door, he passed the driver a fifty dollar bill for an eighteen dollar cab ride and gently helped me out of the low back seat. He led me through the large double doors of the hotel before tugging me close to him and dipping his head to kiss me softly.
It was a fleeting kiss, but it scorched my lips just the same. He pulled back and tilted my head slightly so he had access to my neck. He sucked on the sensitive skin just below the hinge of my jaw and I made a small noise in the back of my throat that embarrassed me.
But Ilya was smiling as he looked down at me, and his eyes were warm and slightly teasing. “I was going to ask if you were still okay to come up, but I think that sound was a yes, maybe, hmm?”
I could feel myself blushing, but I answered in the affirmative yet again. “Yes, absolutely.”
He brushed his thumb across my bottom lip and I swallowed hard, before he gave a nod to the side as a way to urge me onwards. I followed him happily, electricity pulsing through my veins.
We got to his room and he locked the door behind us. He pulled me back into his arms slowly and I raised my hands to his chest. He wore a loose, silky, white shirt, with nothing on beneath it. He had at least four buttons undone so it was open almost to his belly button. I made quick work of the last couple of buttons and slid my hands up over his torso to push it off his shoulders.
I stood absolutely still for a few moments, eyes roaming disbelievingly over the work of art in front of me. His skin was pale, stretched tautly over powerful muscles, and sprinkled all over with little brown moles. It looked like a master sculptor had carved him from marble and then accidentally splattered him with a paint brush, making beautiful patterns across his skin.
Ilya’s voice was teasing once again. “Are you happy with what you see, Krasavitsa?”
I nodded absently, and then frowned slightly. “What does that mean? The name you keep calling me.”
Ilya leaned down to kiss me again, but this time it was less gentle, deeper, more carnal. When he pulled back we were both breathing harshly.
“Beautiful girl.” He said, his voice deep and rough. “I am telling you how beautiful you are.”
I giggled - actually giggled - something I hadn't done since I was about fifteen. “So are you.” I sighed and let my fingers trail over Ilya's chest and through the trail of hair that led to his waistband. “Beautiful, I mean. You are beautiful.”
Ilya chuckled. “No, no, you have made mistake. I am very manly man, so I am handsome. Rugged, tough. Beautiful is too soft for someone so strong and powerful.” He made a kind of caveman grunting noise and I laughed.
His expression was fond as I reached up and ran my fingertips over his strong brow bone and down his high, sharp cheekbones.
“Nope. Beautiful.” I whispered.
He captured my hand and pressed his mouth against the pads of my fingertips, before speaking against them. “Well, okay if you say this is right English word, then I believe you.”
He pulled me to him and kissed me again, hot and wanting, not stopping until he had me at the foot of the bed where he pushed me backwards. I landed on the bed with a little bounce, and let out a squeak of surprise.
He laid down alongside me and watched my face as he slowly pushed up my shirt, and then lifted up the cups of my bra and palmed my left breast. He rubbed his thumb over my nipple until it was a hard peak, before he closed his warm, wet mouth around the puckered skin and sucked hard, making me cry out and bury my hands in his hair, pressing him in place to try and keep him there.
As he continued to suck me, he slid his hand beneath my skirt to rub along the patch of wetness that dampened my panties. That should have been enough to assure him of my eagerness to continue, but he still pulled away from my breast to ask, “This is okay?”
I found his continuous check-ins incredibly sexy, but even more importantly, it made me feel safe, so I could open myself up completely to the overwhelming feelings he was plucking so easily from my body.
“Yes!” I breathed out enthusiastically. “So okay! Very okay!”
He rubbed me a little longer through the wet cotton, increasing the pressure of his middle finger against my clit, before he pushed my panties aside and let two of his fingers swirl around the slick, brushing against my entrance several times before slowly sinking inside. He pumped his fingers shallowly, until I arched up into his hand.
“Please, more.” was all I could manage.
A soft moan left his throat and he licked into my mouth, sinuously sliding his tongue along mine. He pulled away and I chased his lips, but he kissed the shell of my ear and whispered to me.
“Do you want my mouth, Krasavitsa?”
A shiver wracked my body and I nodded. “Yes, please.”
I felt his smile against my skin. “So polite.”
He tugged off my panties as he slid down my body to position himself on his knees on the floor, pulling me to the edge of the bed and placing my legs over his wide shoulders. He pulled my thighs open wide at the apex before sinking his mouth into me.
His tongue was a deadly weapon as he flicked it against me with perfect precision, making me dig my heels into his back as I pressed ever closer to his mouth. When I got too out of control, writhing and rocking my hips, he moved one arm to lock around my hips, holding me in place like a vice, so he could devour me completely, allowing me no refuge from his probing tongue and perfectly formed lips.
Within an embarrassingly short amount of time, I was coming on his tongue. I tugged harshly on his curls but it just made him grunt and thrust his tongue deeper.
He worked me through the shattering climax, sliding his fingers back inside me, my body clamping down on them as the aftershocks of my orgasm rocketed through me. He found the spongy spot deep inside me that my fingers could never reach properly, and pressed firmly against it, making an actual scream explode from my lungs.
I slapped a hand over my mouth, mortified. But Ilya just pulled my hand from my mouth with his free hand and held it tight to my side.
“You don't need to hide your noises, Krasavitsa. They are perfect music.” His accent danced over the words, and they sounded like music too. I wanted to tell him that, but he was plucking another explosive orgasm from my body and all I could do was grip the sheets and shake as the climax crashed over me.
Finally Ilya pulled back a bit, kitten licking at my clit in soothing strokes. I was still shaking as he stretched out beside me again.
“Ty krasivaya.” He set his lips behind my ear and then trailed them down the side of my neck. “That means you are beautiful.” He translated for me.
I smiled softly as I came down from my high slowly.
I became aware of two things at the same time, Ilya was running a soothing hand up and down my arm that felt wonderfully grounding, and also, that he was not hard, where he was pressed against my thigh. Or barely hard anyway.
I decided to fix that and reached down to rub him through his pants. I felt his cock stir to life slightly, but Ilya shook his head and pulled my hand away. “No, no Krasavitsa. I ah…I am embarrassed to say, I already finished. I couldn't help it, you were so perfect.”
He softly kissed over my cheeks and then the tip of my nose. “Thank you for giving me such a beautiful show.”
Something felt off, but I didn't want to embarrass him or make him feel bad after the incredible way he'd just taken care of me. So I just smiled at him, and tried to not look disappointed. From what I'd felt through his pants, he would have been something unforgettable.
I gave myself a mental shake. He had already been unforgettable. His face hovered over mine and I reached up to kiss him softly. “Anytime, beautiful boy.”
He smiled slowly and then kissed me back, pulling my bottom lip into his mouth and sucking gently. Just as my body began to stir again, he pulled away and then, with a hand around my waist lifted me further up the bed, so I was settled against the pillows.
He kissed my cheek. “Do you want to shower, or do you want to sleep?”
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, my muscles heavy and my limbs slow. “Sleep I think. Just for a bit.” I reassured him. I didn't want him to think that I was planning to spend the whole night.
“Okay, wait here.” He said quietly, as he stood up and went into the bathroom. He returned a few seconds later with a couple of warm cloths that he used to wipe the stickiness from my skin, before he pulled my skirt back down into place and readjusted my bra and shirt, so I was more or less put back together.
He returned to the bathroom to dispose of the cloths and then came back to lay beside me in the bed. He tugged me close to him and the warmth of his body lulled me quickly to sleep.
I woke with a start some time later, and the clock on the bedside table said I'd been sleeping for about an hour. I realized immediately that Ilya wasn't beside me, but my curiosity was instantly appeased as I heard the shower running in the bathroom.
I smiled slightly and fell back against the pillows. I was dozing again, half awake and half asleep when I heard a phone buzz on the table next to the bed. Instinctively and without thinking, I lifted the phone to see a notification from Jane.
I frowned for a second, trying, with my sleep-addled wits, to figure out who Jane was; I didn't know anyone by that name.
I read the small bit of the message that showed on the locked screen.
Sucks that we missed each other. Maybe send a dick pic to get me…
I gasped as it dawned on my suddenly wide awake mind that this was not my phone, and that was not my message. Obviously.
I tossed the phone back on the table, but apparently not fast enough because suddenly, from the bathroom doorway, I heard Ilya's angry voice.
“What the fuck are you doing?” His voice was panicked as he strode quickly to the table and snatched up his phone. “Who the fuck said you could look at my phone?”
I shook my head, sitting up quickly. “I'm sorry, I was half asleep, I wasn't paying attention. I just grabbed it when it buzzed. I promise I didn't see anything, not really. Just the first few words. I'm so sorry.”
Ilya scowled down at his phone and his angry expression was intimidating, there was no way around it, and I was a little bit afraid. Ilya looked back at me, scowl firmly in place. But some of my fear must have shown on my face because his expression quickly melted and he set the phone down on the table before sitting on the side of the bed.
“Is okay, Krasavitsa. I am sorry I yelled.” He leaned in to kiss the corner of my mouth. “Was honest mistake, I believe you.”
It dawned on me slowly that the breathtaking man in front of me was clad in nothing more than a towel. His skin radiated the warmth of his shower, and he smelled fresh and clean.
I slid my hands up over his chest and pulled him down to me so I could kiss the sharp, square corner of his jaw. I moved to wrap my arms around his neck, but he caught them and disentangled himself from them, setting them in my lap and patting them gently.
“I just showered. Do you want to get me all sweaty and dirty again?” It was said lightly, jokingly, but I could once again feel something was off. In my mind the partial message that I’d read flashed brief, but bright.
Sucks we missed each other. Maybe send a dick pic to get me…
Jane.
Things clicked together quickly in my mind.
He was supposed to be with Jane tonight. They missed each other and she was requesting a dick pic to…get her by. I assumed that was the rest of the message. I was a…backup plan. And it appeared as though I wasn't a very good one. The evening fell into place and I understood. He didn't finish early, he didn't get off at all. Didn't even really get hard.
Because I wasn't Jane.
Stupid, traitorous tears came to my eyes and I blinked them away furiously. It was a ridiculous thing to cry about. Ilya owed me nothing, not even the truth, really. I was nothing to him. Not even a girl he'd managed to bang, apparently.
I scrambled up off the bed and ran to slip back into my shoes and grab my bag from where I’d dropped it by the door when we'd first come into the room.
“Anyway, I should go.” I said, throwing a wan smile over my shoulder, and blinking quickly to clear away my gathering tears again.
I was just so embarrassed, remembering the way I'd let myself go, writhing and screaming in pleasure while Ilya was wholly unmoved. “Thanks for this!” I said quickly and idiotically, as though he'd merely given me directions.
Before I could get out the door, however, Ilya grabbed my hand and tugged me back towards him.
“Krasavitsa,” he said, his tone questioning, “I scared you, by my yelling. I am sorry. Please don't leave scared.”
I shook my head, not looking at him, staring only at the ground. “No, it's fine really, it's just late.”
Ilya gently forced my chin up, and I felt two tears escape over my bottom lashes. He thumbed them away. “It's fine really?” He parroted. “And that's why you have tears?”
My cheeks flamed and I pulled away from his gentle hold. “Why didn't you just tell me you weren't into me, instead of pretending. Why did you even bring me back here? If Jane was who you really wanted.”
I glanced at Ilya to see panic bloom in his face. “What are you -”
I cut him off. “I didn't mean to, honestly, but I read enough of your message to know that I was a consolation prize.”
Ilya looked towards his phone on the table and then back to me, his expression guilty. “My beauty, no, you make me sad. I did not take you as consolation.” He paused for a second, a frown crinkling his forehead.
“This is what I think it is, yes? Consolation? A um…a second prize?”
I nodded. “Yes, that is exactly what it is, and exactly what I was.” I crossed my arms over my chest, purse swinging from my hand. “You could have just told me you weren't into me.” I repeated.
Ilya came closer, pulling me stiffly into the circle of his arms, wrapping his big arms around me, crossed arms and all.
“I am sorry, my beautiful girl.” He said, kissing the top of my head. “I did want you. You were so gorgeous in that club. I wanted you tremendously. Yes, maybe a little to help me forget…Jane.” He paused and I heard him swallow thickly.
“But also I wanted you because you were so soft in my arms when you pressed back against me on the dance floor, and because I could make you shiver with a touch, because you were so responsive, and I wanted to bring you pleasure.”
He kissed my temple. “I realized eventually that I could not…” He squeezed me tightly. “That I would not get Jane out of my head, but by the time I understood my own stupid mind, you were so perfectly arching beneath me, so rosy and needy and perfectly beautiful, and I would not have walked away from you and left you like that. How could I have done this?”
I sniffled, a little pathetically I thought. “But it's only fun if we both enjoy it.”
“Oh, sweet girl, I promise I enjoyed it very much. Your passion is gift, and I will always say thank you for it.”
A part of my heart still stung, and probably always would, but I could accept what he was saying. “Okay.” I said softly and then placed a kiss to his chest before pulling away.
“Well, I'm grateful too, so…thank you.”
He nodded and we both stood awkwardly for a moment. I cleared my throat. “Well, I should go.”
Ilya nodded again, and then cupped my cheeks and kissed me gently.
“Goodbye, Krasavitsa.”
“Goodbye Ilya.”
I walked to the door and then turned back to look at him over my shoulder. “It would make me feel a lot better if you told me that Jane was the love of your life, and that's why nothing worked out with me.”
He was quiet for a long beat before he closed his eyes and whispered. “Jane is the love of my life and that's why nothing worked out with you.”
He was obviously just repeating what I asked, as a way to make me feel better. But I couldn't shake the feeling in my bones, that said it was also the truth.
It always makes me laugh and shake my head, watching reactions to episode 4, when Shane starts dating Rose. There are so many people who are like, "Okay, good for Shane! He deserves to be happy."
Bitch, what show are you watching?! 🤣🤣 This is the "happy man" in question?
You mean the man who looks like he's going to war, instead of following a stunningly beautiful woman into his bedroom? 🤦🏻♀️
Media literacy is truly dying, because how do you watch this whole episode and not understand that Shane starts dating Rose because he believes she's his last chance to be "normal".
We see all episode long, the pressure that Shane is feeling, from Hayden asking him about former girlfriends, and wanting to set him up with Jackie's friend. Then our beloved Ilya trying to understand Shane and let Shane know that he's bi, but only putting it in Shane's head that if Ilya's into girls, he must be able to do it too. 😩
That man is in denial so deep he's drowning in it. Which, again, you should be able to understand, by the time he starts dating Rose. In what world do you think he's happy or into the lovely Rose, when you see the stiff, uncomfortable way he is with her when they're having sex, when she's literally getting on her knees for him, and he looks like he might start crying.
That is NOT a bisexual man. Do you see the way Ilya responds to Svetlana and the other woman we see him making out with in the club during the opening monologue? That's a man who is very interested in the woman he's with. (No, they aren't the love of his life, Shane, but he's still clearly into them.) At no point does he have that same level of uncomfortable that we see in Shane when he's with Rose.
It just makes me laugh that they're almost in as much denial as Shane. 😏
Canon divergence where Yuna and David make it to the Sochi Olympics and end up meeting Ilya's father.
Yuna still holds a grudge against Ilya for being Shane's competition, but she's this damn close to punching Grigori Rozanov for the way he's berating his son in front of other people
