Yuna knew she was overprotective. She didn’t care.
She was early picking Shane up from hockey practice. She knew something was going on with Shane, he’d always been quiet but recently he’d have an extra furrow in his brow. He’d leave the table as fast as possible. He didn’t talk about his teammates like he normally did. He was only 12 years old he didn’t deserve what this was at a young age.
She knew he was different, special. She thought she had more time.
Yuna decided to hang out close to the locker room, hoping to get a glimpse, just for a second, into her son’s life.
That’s when she heard it. A group of boys ganging up on the only other Asian kid on their team. Ignoring Shane, whether it be because of his talent or his western last name.
The door swung open. Shane bustled out quickly, a slight shake in his shoulders.
“Mom,” he sounded surprised to see her. “What are you doing here? Let’s go.”
“Shane.”
“Please,” he said. She had never been good at saying no to those eyes.
She tilted her head down, defeat in her voice.
“Ok.”
She signed up to be a substitute teacher the next day.
She promised herself she would never sub for any of Shane’s classes. She just wanted to keep an eye on him. Get to know the other delinquents in his school. The people who have been giving her baby nightmares.
She didn’t want to give them any more potential ammunition.
The first day back from winter break found Yuna slowly sipping a cup of coffee in the teacher’s lounge.
“Did you hear?,” one of the nosier teachers asked.
“Hear what?” Responded another.
“The new kid from Russia. He doesn’t speak a lick of English. I feel kind of bad for him, I don’t see how he’s going to get through middle school. Then high school will be even worse.”
“His family didn’t teach him any?”
“He doesn’t have a family here. He was shipped off after something happened over the break to live with some foster family. Even if he spoke English he’s not telling us any. We can’t get him to talk. The poor kid looks depressed.”
“That’s kind of weird right? I mean can we trust this kid?”
Yuna slammed her mug down causing the two teachers to look her way.
“Are you asking if we should trust a child? He’s 12. He’s obviously going through a hard time.” Yuna narrowed her eyes, causing the two teachers to gulp. “I think as educators you should be asking if you can help him in anyway…but what do I know I’m just a sub”
She walked out.
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One the way to her room she made sure stop by the library and grab any translation books she could find.
She taught herself a few Russian greetings and some common responses. She could only imagine how hard this was for this kid. Imagined Shane in his place. She shuddered at the thought. She didn’t know if he would be in her class, if she would even see him during the school day, but she could at least put in the effort.
And there he was.
Middle of the room. As far back as the seating arrangement would allow him. Head down. Black hoodie engulfing his tiny form.
A kid.
“proshu proshcheniya.” She said. Excuse me
His head snapped up. Bloodshot blue eyes wide.
“kurtka” jacket. She mimed pulling the hood down. Per the schools rules. Also….to get his attention.
He complied quickly. An almost nervous energy around him.
“Alright class! Let’s start!”
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After class she had her head lowered, grading papers, mumbling goodbyes to the rest of the class.
A shadow stopped in front of her desk. She looked up.
“vy govorite po-russki?” He had a glimmer in his eyes.
She couldn’t help but feel delighted. “Nyet.”
A frown crawled on his face. He shrugged at her, asking why.
She pointed at him as to say you. She met his gaze.
“prinadlezhat” she thought it meant welcome but it actually meant belong.
He took in a sharp inhale. His breath becoming shaky.
“Spasibo.”
She held out her hand, “Yuna.”
He shook her hand. “Ilya.”
A big grin formed on her face. She grabbed one of the translation books and quickly opened it to a few words she had bookmarked. Then she reached into her wallet and pulled out a picture of Shane.
“Hockey?” She pointed to the translation on the book.
Ilya nodded his head quickly. An excited aura around him.
“Good!” She said in English. “My son, Shane.” She pointed to son and hockey in the book.
Then she pointed to his picture and then the last word she had saved.
Friend
Ilya looked at Shane’s picture like he finally found a purpose. He met Yuna’s eyes with a serious tone. Like this would be the most important sentence of his life. Like it would change the trajectory of everything he thought possible.
Going back on my Cliff Marleau/Jane bullshit from a couple of posts ago:
Marleau having a one night stand with a puck bunny and he doesn’t ask her name until the next morning and she just kind of smirks and says “Jane. Tell Rozanov I said hi.” Cliff just turns white as a ghost and has a total meltdown thinking he just slept with his best friend’s girlfriend.
He acts weird for weeks before Ilya snaps at him to tell him what’s going on and he just shouts “I SLEPT WITH JANE!” and then immediately cowers. Like fully fetal position covering his face in case Roz started immediately wailing on him.
Ilya’s like “…what” and asks a couple of clarifying questions and once he realizes his friend did not in fact sleep with Shane he laughs so loudly the room shakes and Cliff is just kind of staring at him with tears in his eyes and a relieved watery smile.
I have this idea that Cliff Marlow is really fucking funny like a cartoon character. He thinks that every girl that Ilya meets at the bar is Jane and when he interrupts and asks the girl their name he’s always disappointed it’s not Jane.
One day a woman is kind of surrounded by the team like everyone wants a piece of her she’s so attractive and he asks her name and she shyly puts her hand out and says “Jane” and his eyes pop out like the image attached below. He immediately tells everyone to back off. Seriously! Back off! That’s cap’s woman!!!
Ilya could not gaf he’s like “I am so bored my Jane is better” but he doesn’t say anything just rolls his eyes and acts uninterested.
Sad that Harris (a fat character that is treated as more than just a silly gag to laugh at) will not be portrayed by a fat man BUT im already seeing the racist takes start and we're not gonna fucking do that, no using anti-fatphobia as a means to excuse racism. You can be frustrated that a fat role went to a non-fat actor (and i think we should talk about it because it happens constantly) but that's it, period, no "mmm but he's not ginger and pale" or whatever the fuck, no. Justice Smith get behing me
Overheard in the locker room of the Montreal Metros:
- "Okay so you can either give a guy a full blowjob without nutting OR let him cum in your mouth. And you have to pick one. Which one are you doing?"
- "How many backshots would you take for a million dollars? Okay, a billion. Okay, fine, a--a wizard says that he'll make you king of the world but only if you take ten backshots--"
- "Your wife grows a penis every year on her birthday and if you don't suck it she'll never have a pussy again. You sucking it?"
- "If I was dying and the only way to save me was to suck a dick would you do it? Does it fucking matter whose dick? Fuck, I dunno. Ilya Rozanov. Yeah, you've gotta suck Rozanov's dick to save my life--"
- "All the women are dead and we've gotta repopulate the Earth and--yeah, Andy, obviously men can get pregnant in this scenario--and you're one of them--do you let a guy knock you up or do you let the human race die out? No Andy, IVF doesn't exist, it's the apocalypse. Do you let a guy nut inside you for the good of humanity?"
- "A million dollars per blowjob and you've gotta swallow. How many are you giving?"
- "Okay so what if the Commissioner came in right now and said Great job boys, you won the Cup, but we're not gonna give it to you unless one of you takes it in the ass from another player in the league--who are you picking? Yeah, if it's you who has to take it. I dunno! Maybe it's gotta be the ugliest player on the team who does it haha."
- "Nah man, that's not cool, don't bring Cap into this. If the Commissioner said Cap had to take it in the ass, I'd volunteer to do it for him. Just because he's Captain doesn't mean he'd automatically have to be the one to take it. We'd never let that happen. That's our FUCKING CAPITAINE WOO HOLLZY--"
- "There's a gun to your wife's head and they're gonna pull the trigger of you can't convince Ilya Rozanov to make out with you super sloppy. Yeah, of course there's tongue. You've gotta act like you want it too."
- "How many times would you lick another dude's asshole for--"
- "Okay there's a genie. And he says, good news Gil, I'm gonna give you a billion dollars. But the only way to do it is to live with Ilya Rozanov for a full calendar year. And yeah you've gotta fuck him. I dunno, a normal amount? Twice a month? Like a normal married couple I guess. I dunno which one of you is the girl, Gil, that's a fucking weird question."
- "Okay FINE new question. Would you fuck Ilya Rozanov for a billion dollars. What do you mean fast or slow? It's Ilya fucking Rozanov, Gil."
- "Well, I mean, okay--if it was fast it'd be over sooner right? But if it was slow, like, that's probably better for, like...your asshole--"
- "I don't know, Gil! Probably like, lube. Not that I'd know about that, my girl's always WET AS FU--"
- "Guys I don't think we should play would you rather around Cap anymore. He gets real weird about the dick questions."
Going back on my Cliff Marleau/Jane bullshit from a couple of posts ago:
Marleau having a one night stand with a puck bunny and he doesn’t ask her name until the next morning and she just kind of smirks and says “Jane. Tell Rozanov I said hi.” Cliff just turns white as a ghost and has a total meltdown thinking he just slept with his best friend’s girlfriend.
He acts weird for weeks before Ilya snaps at him to tell him what’s going on and he just shouts “I SLEPT WITH JANE!” and then immediately cowers. Like fully fetal position covering his face in case Roz started immediately wailing on him.
Ilya’s like “…what” and asks a couple of clarifying questions and once he realizes his friend did not in fact sleep with Shane he laughs so loudly the room shakes and Cliff is just kind of staring at him with tears in his eyes and a relieved watery smile.
believer - hollanov - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 235 - click here to see my microfic archive! - cw: mention of canon character death
Ilya’s never been a believer in signs. His mother is gone. He’d like to believe that she’s in heaven, but in the very least, he has to hold on to the fact that she’s not here. She’s escaped his father, escaped her own tormenting mind, and is either in the ground or someplace a whole lot better.
He’d love to know for sure, of course. That his mama approves of Shane. In a small, untouched, quivering, boyish little place in his heart, he yearns for it to be true: for Irina to love Shane as much as he does. But he knows that he’ll never know for sure.
Until…
“I was thinking we could make something special for when my parents come over tonight,” Shane suggests as they lay in bed together, the day after Ilya met Yuna and David for the first time. “I saw a recipe online that seemed simple. Um…Sharlotka?”
And Ilya’s heart nearly falls out of his ass.
“What?” he asks hoarsely, turning to his boyfriend.
Shane looks nervous. “Is that not…? Sorry, maybe I was wrong. It said it’s like, an, um, apple cake? I can–”
But Ilya’s too busy blinking back tears. Because he hasn’t had sharlotka since he was twelve. Since Irina made it last.
Because it was her favorite.
“That…yes. We should do that,” he nods, pressing his face into Shane’s chest, breathing deep.
12 year old Ilya and Shane who meet at a grief camp.
Ilya over the passing of his mother and Shane over the passing of his grandfather that was his closest friend. He had the same “quirks” as Shane and was his closest confidant.
Shane who notices the loner in the corner who barely speaks English and who feels like his grief isn’t valid because he didn’t lose a parent like the beautiful boy with blonde curls.
Ilya who reassures Shane that all grief is valid and therefore accepting that his grief is valid too.
Two boys who unknowingly help each other and are set for life.
sweetheart - hollanov - @hollanovmicrofic - word count: 352 - click here to see my microfic archive!
Over the years, Ilya’s developed a sort of…routine…with women.
He’s never mean or cruel, no. Having been raised by his mama, he could never dream of treating a girl like anything less than what she’s worth.
But he still refuses to get close, so there’s certain boundaries he maintains. No sleepovers, no gifts, no meeting the family. And as far as pet names? Sure, he’s been known to call a girl ‘baby’ in bed, or something more degrading if she specifically asks. But he never, never uses something more intimate. Not even with Sveta.
It’s never been a problem. His lips have never threatened to form the shape of more loving, terrifying phrases. He’s never had to even think about what he’s saying–the rules have been an innate part of him.
Until now.
Until he returns, in the dim light of dawn, from the bathroom of a cottage that’s somehow become theirs in the past few days. Until he looks down and sees Shane Hollander spread out, limbs akimbo, on his stomach, snoring softly and completely relaxed, in the sheets they’d wrecked only hours ago. Until he gazes fondly at the only piece of his heart that’s not in his body. That stubbornly resides in fucking Montreal and insists on playing a contact sport, just to make him worry more.
Shane groans, shifting a little and pats at the empty spot in the bed where Ilya usually sleeps. “....’Lya?” he murmurs sleepily, raising his head a few centimeters off the bed, not even opening his eyes.
And, fuck. Suddenly, Ilya can’t control anything about himself. The way his heart swells and thuds in his chest, the way his whole body warms and his knees weaken. The way his mouth forms around the words before he can think better of them. He just moves forward and pulls Shane into an embrace, whispering, “Here, sweetheart. I am here.”
And as Shane relaxes against him, muttering, “Don’ leave….”
Ilya passionately whispers, “Never,” into his hair, knowing that he is well and truly fucked, speaking the truth in that moment more than he ever has before.
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