yuna getting really lovely, thoughtful, sometimes extravagant mothers day and birthday gifts from ilya never really understanding why hes going through all this effort even if she does appreciate it and thinks hes so so sweet for it all, even after the boys tell her and david about ilyas mother and the irina foundation it doesnt fully click for a while. it only comes together on some random day, ilya has a game later that night and he’s had lunch with yuna and david planned for a while and he shows up with the good vodka david likes and this small package of candies that ilya hands to her very shyly for the first time probably in his life, definitely since shes known him, and he explains with shaking hands that they were his mama’s favorite, and it was her birthday today.
yuna feels her heart break a little bit when he tells her that she would have been younger than her, maybe too young for how old her children are considering he had an older brother, but he thought about his mama when he was happy in the hollander home, and wanted to share his mamas favorite candy with the woman who was mama to his favorite person in the world. like they got to meet, in a way. and yuna realizes very suddenly that he does the birthdays and mothers days for both her and irina because she is the closest thing he has to a mother, and she looks at him and realizes with it that he is in some ways still 12, finding his mother, and she has never met a little boy so tall and tired when she pulls him into a hug and doesnt let go till david suggests they get inside for lunch.
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tumblr ate this so here i am again to discuss how horned up shane would be around pregnant ilya. like that's HIS child inside HIS baby, and the stretchmarks??? he'd be licking and kissing running his dick all over them
HE WANTS THAT MANNNNN hes so heart eyes hes sooo horned up for him…..especially because ilya does have such a hard pregnancy and hes giving up so much for them to have a child. to have SHANES CHILD!!! oh my god hes following him around like a Dog . he wants to eat him out he wants to suck his dick he wants to lick his stretch marks and give him a thousand hickeys . thats his man…..his big strong brave man…….father of his child……light of his life……sexist man in the world who definitely does have a Pregnant Glow even if he doesnt feel very glowy
and its the same postpartum too like . i dont think theyd have kids until ilya is ready to retire so hes not getting back into Professional Athlete shape but he doesnt even get a Chance to be self-conscious abt it. one because they have a newborn and thats a fulltime job. and two because shane is SO FUCKING OBSESSED AND WORSHIPPING of him how could he feel anything but sooooo hot?????
“I don’t mind,” Shane says, hovering awkwardly in the doorway, “Um. You staying over. I mean, obviously. I’d be an asshole to kick you out.”
Ilya is used to him, by now; the way it can sometimes take a few seconds or minutes for Shane to get to the fucking point, mincing his words and dancing around whatever it is he’s actually trying to say. In anyone else it would be unbearable, but Ilya is finding it harder and harder to begrudge Shane anything.
It’s a scary thought, so Ilya schools his expression into something close to nonchalance, and shrugs. His bare shoulders brush the fabric of Shane’s fancy headboard. “If you want me to stay, I stay. If not, I go home. I’m not homeless, Hollander, I have my own bed.”
All of Shane’s peculiarities, all of his strange quirks and habits, have made a home in the back of Ilya’s mind. The old-fashioned alarm clock on the nightstand so he doesn’t have his phone around the bed, now blinking just past 5AM. The dimmer switch in every room because he hates overheard lights, the way he’ll transfer $500 to Ilya’s checking account every Friday because aren’t college students supposed to have fun on Fridays?
It’s Saturday morning, now. Shane is pulling a T-shirt over his head, sweats to cover the hickeys on the inside of his thighs. Ilya blinks once, twice, then looks away.
“I know you’re not homeless,” Shane scoffs, but it’s not mean, or mocking; if anything it sounds closer to fond, which only adds to the creeping, sickly feeling of anxiety growing in Ilya’s chest. “There’s a keycard on the counter in the kitchen, and you know the door code, so come and go as you want while I’m gone.”
“You can be an asshole,” Ilya says, biting down on the urge to snap at him. It’s not Shane’s fault if he’s never had this kind of arrangement before, not his fault if he thinks he has to be kind and charming for Ilya to sleep with him. “You barely know me, Hollander. You shouldn’t let strangers just come in and out of your apartment.”
Shane shrugs again, seemingly unwilling to take the bait. The more he resists, the more Ilya feels the itch, the tickle under his skin begging him to pick a fight. A big one. An excuse to say awful, hurtful things; maybe then Shane will understand who he’s dealing with, here, and why the kindness and the blushing and the thoughtful gestures aren’t necessary, or deserved.
“You have finals next week, right?” Shane asks, rhetorical, because Ilya saw it marked on his fucking calendar. His physical fucking calendar. ILYA - SMALL ANIMAL DENTISTRY FINAL on Tuesday, and ILYA - DIAGNOSTIC IMAGING FINAL on Friday. He has more, obviously, but those are the two he mentioned to Shane. The ones he’s worried about, because they’re the classes in which his grade is the lowest. Probably because he goes straight from hockey practice to class, and he’s usually exhausted by then. Shane keeps talking, pulling his jacket on and pulling Ilya from his spiralling thoughts. “It’s a quiet place to study. Housekeeping will keep kitchen stocked, so, y’know. You can help yourself.”
It’s fucking obscene. Shane Hollander is the captain of a Stanley Cup winning NHL team, and they’re headed to the playoffs in a month, and he’s wasting his fucking mental space on Ilya’s finals and his practice schedule and the fucking quality of his study space.
This week will be good, he thinks. Some space, while Shane is in the US on his roadie, and Ilya will absolutely fucking not be in this apartment. He’ll be in the library, or at his apartment with Svetlana. Anywhere he doesn’t have to think about Shane’s smile, or his glasses, or the way he’s so infuriatingly kind and thoughtful and treating Ilya like his equal.
“I don’t need your apartment, Hollander.”
Shane shrugs again. Asshole. “Well, it’ll be here. If you want it. And I, uh— Look, don’t be mad, but you’re gonna break your ankles in those fucking skates, so I—“
“Always with the skates! Is fine, scholarship covers the equipment, and—“
“And they only pay out for the shitty stuff,” Shane frowns. His broad hands are on his hips, now, sweeping back the hem of his jacket. Ilya can see a sliver of smooth, tan skin peeking out from beneath his T-shirt. “Seriously. The scholarship is great, I’m sure, but I’ve watched your tape. Those skates aren’t the right brand, you need better ankle support or you’ll keep losing your edges.”
“Oh my God, you are so fucking boring,” Ilya groans, covering his face with his bare arms, hoping the flexing of his biceps will be enough to distract Shane from the stupid, dizzy smile on his face. Fuck. Fuck Shane Hollander, what a fucking psychopath. He watched his game tape. He bought him better skates.
“Yeah, yeah, you’ve told me,” Shane grumbles. The mattress dips when Shane sits down, and Ilya can feel one of his hands sliding up his chest. “Tomorrow, go to the CCM offices in— Ilya, are you listening? Go to the CCM offices uptown, and they’ll fit you for something better. Custom, if needed. Ask for Laurie, she’s expecting you.”
“You are not very good at this,” Ilya says, lowering his arms. Shane is so close; he can see the threads of grey in his ink-black hair, the smile lines around his eyes. “Thanks for the fuck, Ilya, here is $500, see you next week. This is how you are supposed to do it.”
He expects Shane to recoil, or look hurt, or react badly. That’s the point. But he doesn’t; Shane just smiles, small and fond, and rubs his thumb across Ilya’s jaw.
“I’m very fucking boring, remember?” Shane reminds him, quietly, “I’m supposed to be bad at this kind of thing.”
Just a casual reminder that posting on the internet about how you would want to do physical harm to members of the US government is something that they can (and will) detain you over, so just be careful what you say in public spaces like, uh, on Tumblr.
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ilya pleasuring shane and when shane gets close ilya slows down. whatever he was doing he continues doing at half speed, because he wants to see the orgasm overtaking shane in excruciating detail. he wants to lock eyes with shane and see shane's go hazy as his focus draws inwards towards the mounting pleasure. he wants to see shane's mouth going lax and his tongue shifting mindlessly inside. curling like it can taste his orgasm coming. he wants to hear shane's harsh, strained, shallow breaths struggling to maintain themselves under the weight of his pleasure. he wants to feel every desperate twitch of shane's cock and involuntary clench of shane's hole in the final moments before release. and when shane finally comes—eyes squeezing shut, mouth falling open, moaning, spasming, covering ilya in his seed—ilya releases a sound like he's come too, because bringing shane that slowly to orgasm was as intense to him as having one himself
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one american thing that confuses me are college application letters. why do you need to write yourself a tragic backstory to go to university, don't you have standardized exams? who's reading through all these bad high schooler essays?
Its a class barrier. theres a whole job market for people who help kids write college admission essays, it also allows for the universities to more easily discriminate on who is allowed in, particularly against those with disabilities. part of how american universities select for people is how well their story can be sold to others as part of image maintenance.
yeah yeah rainbow capitalism is bad and whatever but like. when I was a child, being pro gay was not the popular or lucrative choice. I'm happy that times have changed.
I miss rainbow capitalism. I do. I miss when it felt like public opinion was still pro gay. I understand it was always an empty gesture, but it mattered in a sense of knowing how socially acceptable being queer is. If that makes sense.
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Love women who love the brine of life...Pickles, Olives, pickled jalapeños, sun-dried tomatoes, pickled ginger, pepperoncini, kimchi, pickled red onions
HEY SOUTHERN HEMISPHERE GIRLIES, ITS OUR TURN TO ENDURE THE DARK DAYS NOW, BUT STAY STRONG. THE WORLD IS NOT ENDING; THE SUN IS JUST SETTING AT 5-to-6 PM. BUT SHE WILL COME BACK TO US SOON. TAKE A VITAMIN D AND HANG IN THERE.
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at some point after shane joins the centaurs, ilya overhears shane refer to him as 'roz' in the locker room and his head JERKS up but he doesn't even have time to be confused because he can already tell by the look on shane's face that he was trying something out and it will NOT happen again
