My favorite number of the alphabet is purple

Does it fucking kill you too? Not anymore.

AJ: "Was it always a conscious choice for [Ilya] to always touch Shane's face?"

CH: "That's [Connor] living in the character."

Hollanov being teenage sweethearts is so buzzy; imagine your husband being there when you were first drafted into the NHL, when you first won rookie of the year, MVP, and you were being asked about each other and were talking about each other on National TV for a decade; he was your first time feeling sexual attraction in real life and your first time having penetrative sex.

I have this headcanon where Shane is the more butch one between the two. I imagine his dad taught him how to be handy around the house, how to do some minor construction/repairs, how to start a campfire, and he enjoys the outdoors, and maybe did scouts when he was a boy. And in contrast, Ilya grew up as a slick, city boy in Moscow and hated the wilderness and hires people to fix things and is like afraid of spiders.

Empty Netters | Heated Rivalry Episode 5 Review

shane hollander / ilya rozanov

content warnings: a/b/o, unplanned pregnancy, miscarriage

The words start spilling out faster than he can think them, a desperate spew of apologies and half-explanations through ragged gasps, vision blurry at the edges. “I swear, I didn’t know. I would have told you, I wouldn’t have—I wouldn’t have played if—” Shane cuts himself off with a sob. “With my suppressants, I shouldn’t even be able to get—”

“You are pregnant,” Ilya says, his dark eyes unreadable.

Shane just closes his eyes. “I was.”

An alternate version of Shane's accident on the ice.