pretty neat

“slow down slow down SLOW DOWN JESUS”

“don’t you ever talk about my mother again i’m so fuckin’ serious dog keep that shit OUT of your mouth”

*laughing so hard he snorts*

“hey have you guys seen my mouthguard. oh haha it’s in my mouth my bad”

*quietly singing fergalicious to himself on the bench while staring at the jumbotron*

“hey roz! roz! dude, look, look at this trick - bro you are NOT even looking. okay, no, it’s cool, you want me dead, it’s fine”

“huh? fight? nah dude, i don’t - fuck man come on i have a date tomorrow don’t fuckin’ -“ *loud scuffling noises*

*laughing so hard he snorts*

*falls on his ass* “whoops”

*falls on his ass again* “whoops fuck”

“how do you think they get the little prizes inside the kinder eggs. carmichael. hey carmichael. CARMICHAEL. HOW DO YOU THINK -“

all the replies: you're a fucking idiot

*after act 2*

And you just.

Said no????

Shane had been thinking about it more and more, but he hadn’t said anything to Ilya about it yet. He knew once someone knew, it was no longer his idea to fantasize over. And while they wanted kids in the nebulous someday, Shane was enjoying fantasizing about it without having to talk about it. Like now, when they were babysitting the Pike kids on a rainy afternoon, watching KPop Demon Hunters for the tenth time.

Well, Ruby and Jade were watching. Shane was helping Arthur put together his train tracks with all of the signs placed just so. But Shane kept sneaking glances at Ilya, who had Amber asleep on his lap. He wasn't watching the movie either, but every now and then he'd check on Amber to make sure she was comfortable and rub her back a little.

He caught Shane staring and smiled. It was Shane's favorite smile, wide and unguarded, his eyes crinkled. Shane reached across the small space between them and Ilya did the same, tangling their fingers together.

That night on the way home, Ilya looked over at Shane as he was driving and said, “Do you ever think about it? Kids?”

Shane shouldn't be all that surprised anymore that Ilya could read his mind. “Yes,” he said quietly. Then he voiced the thing that nagged at him every time he let himself imagine a future with kids. “Do you think I'll be a good dad?”

“Yes, sweetheart. I do,” he said with such conviction that Shane believed him.

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Ilya putting out his cigarette in the really nice vodka even though the ash tray is right there because he can't ask Shane to hand it to him because even that is being too emotionally vulnerable. Ilya also not savoring/appreciating the thing he described as a prize because it's not really the thing he needs right now oooooo it's a metaphor

Shane has the ash but isn't offering it up because either that feels too much like crossing an emotional line and/or because he's too focused on the fear he has about Ilya and Russia that was founded back during the Olympics and has just been festering for six months and he needs the reassurance more than he wants to actually recognize Ilya's needs in the moment and that he's actually exasperating Ilya's issue seeking his own comfort ooooo character introspection lmao.