During the post-cottage era when Ilya's still playing for Boston, Shane sends Ilya a text one night that's just like "Are you alone?"
And Ilya is like "No I'm out for drinks with the guys. Did you not see that we won, Hollander?"
And Shane texts back like "Of course I saw, that's why I'm texting." Then a few seconds later: "Download this app right now. Be discreet." with an app store link. And Ilya texts back like '??? 🤨 Shane, have you been hacked?'
And Shane is like 'Just download the fucking app, asshole. This is your reward. Username is Jane2481. Fucking HURRY.'
And when Ilya follows the link and finds out that it's the app that controls a vibrating butt plug, he nearly blacks out at the table before disappearing for a suspiciously long smoke break.
@zouisalmightie Aaahh no why would you apologise for leaving this masterpiece in the tags. Holy shitttt
Goddd the idea of Ilya being able to hear allll of it but not speaking to him. Just communicating what he wants from Shane through what he does with the plug until Shane gets it. Making Shane work for it in more ways than just making pretty noises for Ilya. Adding something of a puzzle to it. He knows Shane likes a challenge, and a challenge it's possible to win, and he creates one for him. Hottttt.
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can’t sleep even tho I’m heavy on sleeping meds so walk with me here
What if…Shane and Ilya in their situationship era have one of their classic fights where they barely communicate. And at some point Ilya shouts that they’re casual and Shane can sleep with whoever he wants. Whoever! Anyone! It doesn’t matter!! This is nothing, why are we fighting like a married couple when we are nothingggg Hollander?! Maybe this is 2017 when Shane’s pushing for more and Ilya’s resisting. Idk, but Shane seethes and leaves
The next day…Cliff pulls Ilya aside and says, “Dude. I have something to tell you…I fucked a guy last night?”
Ilya’s like ??? because okay he did get a Vibe from Cliff but he didn’t expect him to really go for it
And Cliff’s like, “Yeah I shouldn’t say who, but it was another player 👀 A suuuuper hot one. He approached me at the bar and was all over me and holy fuck. Holy fuuuuck man. Am I gay? I love pussy but I think I’ve gotta be gay. He was so pretty and so fucking tight and my only regret is not coming all over his freckles—“
To this day, Ilya maintains that the homicide charge was worth it
okay v specific but i think it would be funny if shane and ilya were talking about a cnc scene and it's all very squirmy and hot and then when they get to ilya's role shane is like 'a robber who fucks me (maybe for blackmail?? as an extra/tip?)' and ilya suggests a stalker obsessed with the star hockey player and shane kinda pulls a face like :/ and is like. maybe not that one it just makes me think about being a teenager. and ilya's like what? sorry? and shane's all yeah we had to file a restraining order because a guy tried to break into the house and honestly it was a huge bummer it took forever to deal with and get back to normal practice with the whole thing going on. plus that was the year where someone kept trying to steal my jock and honestly it was pretty unsexy. anyway
anxious pre rut alpha scruffing omega shane because shane knows he needs to, and he can see the anxiety vibrating under ilya’s skin, can practically taste it when they kiss. i am turning this over in my mind.
Hiii bug!
Sorry I literally asleep so fast when I got home after I asked people to send me asks 🤦♀️ shocker
But yes yes yes perfect I love this idea sOOO much I wanna eat it. I can see this so so clearly and fits our poor anxious pre rut Ilya so welllll. Like Ilya is getting fucking antsy, Shane knows his rut will probably come over him that night honestly- that he’ll wake up to a needy handsy alpha gripping and pulling at him, whispering about how badly he needs. It’s something Shane looks forwards to, not just because Ilya will get release from this dread and worry but and Shane will finally be able to comfort and give his alpha what he needs but also because he genuinely loves Ilya’s ruts. He loves the way he becomes the centre of Ilya’s universe, how much he needs him and wants him, how long his knots last, how dopey eyed happy he looks when he has Shane pinned safe and filled and knotted under him. How he sad puppy whines when Shane tries to do anything for himself or on his own. Even if it’s go and pee, everything should be done with alpha in rut Ilya’s mind. And Shane shamelessly loves that, letting them become one thing for a few days.
But Ilya is at the worst part of it where he’s all itchy skin, restless feet, aching limbs, grumbly and grisly and sad big eyes, frowning. He’s being meticulous about preparing all of Shane’s food, been outside the better half of the way sorting things in the yard, always ensuring Shane was in his eyeline. Shane had gone to shower and get ready for bed after dinner (half of his meal cut up and fed to Shane off his fork, insisting he needed more, even when Shane knew Ilya burned even more energy during rut, high body temperature and demanding hormones, not to mention having been on his feet all day- and that he needed the food more than shane).
Ilya had told him to go, that he would join and as badly as Shane wanted to bring Ilya with him to the shower, get him under warm water and maybe try and rub some tension out of his muscles he knew that Ilya would have been itching to get back downstairs to ensure everything was locked and secured as it should be. He might as well let the alpha do his routines now, and hope that once he came to bed Shane could get him into the nest with little fuss. He didn’t think it likely, but he was hopeful.
Shane showered, the ensuite emitting steam as he dressed in boxers and gently adjusted their nest, their bed. It was simple, his nests always had been, it was all about texture and comfort for Shane- he’d made the bed with an extra soft duvet topper and then added. a few layers of extra duvets and cotton soft blankets that usually lived in their living room, that had been scented by both of them, extra soft pillows dense and easily folded up tucked around their own pillows. A collection of Shane’s and Ilya’s clothing tucked between the layered blankets, their smell comforting and strong through the fabric. Then a few of Shane’s favourite items, of his and Ilya’s the most soft worn fabrics, strong in scent layered around the pillows.
Shane was tucked into his side of the nest, thumbing at one of Ilya’s shirts as he scrolled on his phone when he he smelt and heard his alpha enter their bedroom.
Ilya smelt strong, lovely, so warm and potent after working all day, it made Shane a little dizzy the leftover steam from the heat of the shower, swirling their scents in a haze. Ilya smelt gorgeous, warm, but he looked conflicted, stood quietly by the edge of their bed, scrunched brow and fidgeting hands as he watched Shane closely, occasionally looking back over his shoulder to the bathroom, back to the door. Shane could basically see the worry and tension and confusion coming off Ilya in vibrating lines. Oh his silly puppy.
Shane caught his eye and gave him a soft smile, stayed settled in the nest but just rolled to be on his side facing toward the door, eyes on Ilya. He maybe pushed the covers down just a bit. “Ready for bed alpha?” Shane asked, a small yawn slipping past, and he tries to play it cool, casual even- not to spook Ilya.
Ilya hums, rolls up on the balls of his feet and then scrubs a hand over the back of his head, leaving his curls messy and askew. His smell rolls over Shane in a thick way, warm and clean like it’s always been, like towels left in sunshine. Shane had found other alphas smells overwhelming, sickening, too intense. Strong notes of liquorice or whisky, or clingy floral. Shane is addicted to how fresh his alpha smells, how clean and lovely and never sickly. Shane can’t get enough or it. The surge in his scent doesn’t worry Shane, he can see in Ilya’s skin how close his rut is. It comforts him if anything to know his hormonal shift is close, that the assurance that his rut brings is coming.
Shane watches Ilyas for a moment, the high flush on his face and the way his eyes trace Shane over and over the way his back isn’t fully to the door, half turned to keep it in his periphery, on alert for Shane. His alpha. It makes joy kick up in Shane’s chest, to see him protective, guarding. His mate.
“You wanna shower? And then you can come and rub my back?” Shane offers, a bid to help Ilya feel useful, needed so his hands don’t feel idle and he feels needed in nest- not like he’s indulging by climbing into comfort but being there with his mate to look after him. Shane and Ilya have spoken about it, outside of rut- how Ilya feels about Shane’s nest, his hesitancy. Ilya has described it, shyly, as feeling as though he doesn’t deserve the soft sweet comfort of Shane’s nest, of their nest. That his brain has a hard time telling him that he is allowed that- not until rut takes over and then through the fog of it all he can think about is being in the nest. It’s a reverence he holds for it, his omegas nest that’s been made safe and comfortable it makes him fuzzy at the thought he can be those two things- safe and comfortable. His brain just goes into overdrive of protect and earn and frantic energy that doesn’t let him settle.
His alpha gruffs, a soft rumbled sound and then scrubs a hand over his face, shrugs, and cracks his knuckles, his wrists. Shane frowns a little, sucks at his bottom lip and keeps his thumb rubbing the worn in fabric of Ilya’s shirt where it’s tucked near his pillow.
Ilya takes a few shuffled steps closer to the bed, and then comes to a short stop. Eyes low. Ah. Shane stays still, watches Ilya and waits. His alpha brings himself to the corner of their bed, of their nest and stops an inch away from the edge of mattress. His fingers twitch and his jaw tenses. “Omega” Ilya’s voice is low and thin. And Shane sighs. Silly puppy. His silly puppy indeed. Shane wishes pre rut went easier on his boy.
Shane brings himself to the edge of their nest, smiles at the warmth and rush of Ilya’s smell closer. He crosses his legs and sits at the corner of the bed, eyeline even to Ilya’s abdomen.
“Alpha” Shane says with a little smile, reaches out to wrap his fingers around Ilya’s wrist, ignores his flinch and rubs his thumb slow over the thudding pulse of his wrist. The scent glands there.
Ilya makes a small wounded sound and Shane’s stomach flips but he stays steady. He lifts Ilya’s hand, guides it, the shape heavy and unsure to his shoulder, cups his hand around the back of Ilya’s and pulls it to his neck, a loose hold.
“It’s okay” Shane mumbles, turns his nose inward to scrub his nose against Ilya’s wrist, scenting him in nudges, enjoying the smell of them together, even with the resistance in Ilya’s frame.
“Ilya, alpha, it’s okay” Shane repeats and kisses Ilya’s wrist once, reached out to lay his hand over Ilya’s once more and squeeze, just once.
Ilya whines again, a sound from the back of his throat and his head drops low, his fingers tremble and Shane waits, mouthing and nuzzling at Ilya’s wrist as he does, breathing in the smell of matematemate. Feels the rush of their closeness, of an alpha so close to rut, his alpha so close to rutting. Of giving himself over to the tie between them. The carnal part of his brain that needs to bury itself into Shane.
Finally, after a few more breaths Ilya’s hand closes around the back of Shane’s neck, and he grips, firm enough to make Shane’s pulse kick, mouth part slightly and his mating bite ache where it’s scared.
Shane’s fully hard between one breath and the next, head dizzy as he drops his head and lets Ilya scruff him, grip firm and tugging and perfect at the back of his neck, up in the soft shorter spikes of the edge of hair hairline.
“Sorry” Ilya’s voice is low, shot and Shane shakes his head, forces himself to tilt his head back and look up at his alpha, a hand reaching to rest flat on Ilya’s stomach over the thin fabric of his tank.
Shane can see the way Ilya’s eyes have softened, damp in the lash line and Shane smiles a tiny grin, relived to see his alpha less skittish, despite his apology. Shane hated Ilya apologising for what he needed, especially when Shane could give it.
“It’s good alpha, good” Shane replies, reached up and brushed fingertips over the the back of Ilya’s strong hand, lets himself be pulled forward so his face presses into Ilya’s stomach. Shane lets Ilya grip and grip, massaging his neck in his wide palm, feels the air go pretty and warm between them, the swirl of their scents making Shane’s skin buzz, his cock throb.
Shen isn’t sure how long they stay like that, Ilya’s hand getting heavier, body closer until he’s half slumped over Shane, body heavy and loose. “Come to bed alpha” Shane manages to whisper out, soft and heavy, hazy at the scruff of his alpha. At knowing his boy is more relaxed now, softer.
“Not clean” Ilya replies, and Shane shakes his head, kisses Ilya’s stomach over his shirt.
“Perfect for my nest” Shane praises, because any other time he would care, and that’s why Ilya had said it because he knows, Shane doesn’t like outside clothes on the bed and always shower before getting into bed in this house but- they were about to spend the next 4 or so days wrapped up in this bed, sweaty hot and making a mess.
If anything, in Shane’s omega knowing his alphas rut was almost here, craved to have the scent of his sweat all over his perfectly made nest.
“Pretty nest” Ilya’s fingers scrub up into Shane’s hair and then his hand pulls down to grip at the base of his neck, rubbing, the force so strong it makes Shane’s head sway side to side. His omega preens at the compliment, the scuffing and he wants his alpha close now, he wants to settle him, make him feel good, lull him safely into his rut and way from the pre rut anxiety.
“For you” Shane replies, into Ilya’s shirt and lets out a slow exhale, reaches his arms up to wrap around Ilya’s hips, hugging himself to his mate.
Ilya makes a wounded sound, and grips Shane tighter, soothing himself with the motion of scuffing Shane.
“Please come get in our nest alpha, you’re allowed to, it’s for you” Shane spells it out explicitly, squeezes his arms in his cuddle of Ilya’s abdomen.
“My omega” Ilya replies and Shane beams, nods and nuzzles his face into Ilya’s stomach, so happy to hear those words it makes his limbs feel heavy fizzy, tongue too big for his mouth. That could be the dizzy good feeling of being scruffed, the warmth his submission to Ilya brings both of them.
“Yes baby, yes alpha, come here” Shane says and starts to slowly lean back, feels Ilya follow him, hand glued to the back of his neck, fingers fidgeting behind Shane’s ears making him shiver.
Shane eases them back into the nest, smiles when he feels Ilya’s knee press into his nest, inside and where Ilya can look after him and keep him safe.
They end up in a pile of limbs, Shane on his back with Ilya laid over top of him, his hand still at the back of Shane’s head, rubbing rubbing rubbing. The weight of Ilya on him is so lovely, and Shane watches his alpha make sure he’s covering Shane’s body with his own, keeping him close.
He watches his alpha, his face more settled than it has been all day, still in his focus on Shane, eyes clear and focused down on him. “Mine” Ilya whispers and it half sounds like a question and Shane’s chest aches, he nods, arms around Ilya’s neck and pulls him down, into him and Ilya goes, fits his nose against the glands in Shane’s neck, the mating bite scar over his pulse point. “Yours” Shane replies, and begins to smooth his hand up and down the length of Ilya’s back, light scratches of his nails that slowly slowly melt the left over tension out of Ilya, till the full weight of him is pressing Shane into the bed.
He feels his alpha fall asleep like that, both of them hard where their hips are pressed together, Ilya’s body hot and heart pulsing faster than his usual resting heart rate and Shane just holds him, content to be close, to wait until Ilya wakes into his rut and finally feels assured enough to take. Shane will hold him look after him till then.
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Luca lets slip that he's going on a date later. "They are meeting him after practice and he's taking them to dinner". Harris hastily gets everyone on board with how to treat a non-binary person only for a defence man from the Buffalo Sabres and a forward from the Detroit Red Wings to show up.
Ilya fucking Shane with effusive sweet nothings and praise but he's talking to and treating Shane like an object. Crooning about the sweetest pussy / perfect hole / my favorite toy / made for me, made to take my cum and how good he feels while he pins Shane into the bed and shoves his head down into the sheets, only letting up to throw Shane's body around and bend it how he wants. Crucially he does not acknowledge Shane as anything other than a sex toy (the best sex toy), help him get off (Shane's doing just fine for himself in this situation) or compliment things besides how good his body gets Ilya off. But he's soo nice about it, he loves his toy
Anon I have nary a clue which of my posts prompted this, but whichever one it was I'm so glad it did!!! OBJECTIFICATION, PRAISE AND DEGRADATION KINK??? IN MY HOLLANOV??? It's about as likely as you think. Which is very likely. PHEWWW 🔥😵💫🔥😵💫🔥😵💫🔥😵💫🔥😵💫😵💫🔥😵💫🔥😵💫🔥🔥😵💫
Yuna Hollander is actually a member of the Japanese Imperial Family. For context, the Japanese Royal line is strictly male only so no women can inherit the throne and any females of the family who marry normal people, have to give up their titles. (Princess Mako famously did this in real life)
So what if Yuna was a Japanese princess?
She went to McGill as a foreign exchange student to study in a place where she could have a few years as a normal person before starting royal duties but fell for the handsome hockey player David while there. Since she is a woman, she isn't going to inherit and although she only has sisters, one of them can have a son to carry the bloodline so she decided to give up her place in the family to marry David and become a commoner.
She is perfectly happy with this outcome and makes a life for herself in Canada. She and David have Shane and although they did occasionally visit some members of her family when Shane was small so Shane could meet his granddad (who happens to be the Emperor), because she gave up her claim, Shane is also technically excluded from the throne and the visits were so low key that people outside Japan forgot she even existed.
Besides, they stopped visiting after a while because Shane's hockey career was taking off.
Unfortunately, the Japanese Imperial Family is facing a succession crisis due to the lack of males in the family line, and inside Japan, Shane is starting to look like a good candidate for the next Crown Prince.
Shane, and the wider Western World, have no idea about any of this. Ilya eventually learns and almost loses his mind.
OP you would not believe this but I’ve been mentally writing an AU like this since like March but I’ve had Yunas family be like billionaire money tycoons in Japan but unheard of in Canada.
Soft mean dom Ilya who coddles and validates all of Shane’s wants but doesn’t let him act on them
“Oh sweetheart come here. I know is so hard, but you can’t cum yet. Yes yes, I know you think I am unfair, but this is what you need. I’ve got you, you’ll be okay. No more tears now, yes? Good, good boy. Now go on, keep grinding.”
“Malysh what is wrong? Oh you are uncomfortable? From mess in your pants? Oh no, I am sorry you feel that way. Must be so wet against your cock, sticking all around you, not able to get comfortable no matter how much you squirm. My poor baby. Hm? Change? No no no, you can’t do that. This is punishment remember. Is okay, I will help you be good.”
“Shane. Shane~ Ah, there you are. You were falling asleep on me baby. Yes, I can see, you’re very tired. Long practice and meetings after? Is too much isn’t it? Too busy, too many things you are expected to do, I’m sorry, but you can’t go to sleep yet. Yes, I know you are very sore. Yes yes, and you already came twice. But you have very pretty body, makes me want to keep using you. Is okay, I help you sleep after, I promise, just give one… maybe two more.”
“Hollander come on- hm? You do not want to go out? Why is that kotik? You are feeling overstimulated? Oh poor thing. Is okay, you can stay tucked against me, I do not mind. Yes, I’m sorry, you do still have to come. I know, so mean, am too mean my darling little baby. Yes, you deserve better, I’m so sorry for this. Just focus on breathing, I will hold you whole night. What about plug? Yes, it stays on highest setting, you know that. Now let’s go.”
“Open. Dorogoy, open. Shhh, shhh, don’t cry. Here, come here, put head here, right over heart. Shhh, just listen to beating. Breath solnyshko. There, is that better? So soft for me, my good boy. Okay, open now. No no, no tensing, just open. Yes, it hurts, I am sorry. I wish I could make you feel only good. Your poor hole, barely stretched enough for me and now needing to take another big cock. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Now open.”
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in a reasonable canon, shane would simply have THEE most dependent and intimate relationship with the montreal team nutritionist. like, he has her on speed dial. they text multiple times per day. she spends 60% of her work hours adjusting meal plans for his texture issues and aversions. nobody else really sees how intense their connection is.
when he was crashing out about trading to ottawa, he said, "You know, it's just gonna be really hard to leave melissa," and hayden was sitting right there like. "melissa?? it's gonna be hard to leave MELISSA??"
but i think we can probably convince melissa to move to ottawa with him, don't worry.
#heated rivalry#cackling about shallergies verse#melissa getting a text that's just 'melissa they put fucking treenuts in my protein bar'#he does not need to specify which one#melissa sighs and puts on her glasses and gets to work#GOD melissa goes on vacation and hears the news that shane had an allergic reaction and is FURIOUS#WHO FUCKED WITH HER RECORD#NOT A SINGLE FUCKING TIME ON HER WATCH HAS SHANE HOLLANDER HAD A REACTION DURING THE SEASON#WHO WANTS TO DIE
melissa barging into ottawa's offices and just handing over a contract for her employment.
"um, excuse me, ma'am, who ar-"
"i have kept shane hollander alive and fed his for almost his entire nhl career, and i have invested too much time to stop now."
"but ma'am, we-"
"no more questions. sign."
obviously she's a dietician with a specialty in athletes which means the primary concerns of her patients are 1. need All The Fucking Calories and 2. need All The Fucking Protein, but in my heart, she is the flavor of dietician who focuses also on enjoyment and satiety (fun fact: you actually digest food better and get more nutrition out of food you like eating). like you're going to eventually get sick of how much you have to eat by the time you're 3/4 of the way through the season, but by GOD WILL SHE TRY TO MAKE THINGS ENJOYABLE AS LONG AS SHE CAN.
so she meets 20 year old shane who already comes into this meeting apologetic because he KNOWS this is all specific and it's a pain to have aversions when he already has allergies to work around, so he doesn't mind a lot of repetition when-
and melissa is just ✋ i did not put in the work to get this degree only to suck at this job. let's talk texture preferences.
(melissa does NOT know about mango time) (shane is kind of afraid of what she would do to him if she found out) (he cannot have melissa being mad at him it would actually send him into a nervous breakdown)
shane the day melissa finds out her dietetic magnum opus is out here RECREATIONALLY POISONING HIMSELF like she doesn't have a fucking DOSSIER on his ass crafted over YEARS of trial and error and research and innovation
SHE HAND-SELECTS MENUS BASED ON HOW STRESSED YOU ARE AT ANY GIVEN POINT IN THE SEASON AND BASED ON THE WIN/LOSS BALANCE OF THE TEAM BECAUSE ANXIETY MAKES YOU NAUSEOUS SO YOU NEED ADJUSTED FLAVOR PROFILES AND THE SECOND YOU'RE OUT OF HER DIRECT SUPERVISION, YOU FUCK AROUND????
my tags and then @meghan-maria's tags because i have received wisdom from the great beyond that shane was SO apologetic and so ready to just take whatever melissa picked for him that she actively has him report back on the meals with what he thinks about them and if he liked them or not and what he would want to change because she wants to encourage healthy ideas about food and being able to enjoy them and not having to apologize for "melissa, please don't make me eat quinoa the texture is Bad melissa i am so tired of quinoa", WHICH MEANS.
shane has a snapchat that is ONLY to send melissa his meals and thoughts. she is the only person he has on there. he sends them to her daily with his thoughts after he eats his mealpreps and snacks.
but this ALSO means that when he gets drunk, brain is still going "gotta tell melissa". and i am CACKLING at the idea of shane out with the team after the first cup win sending a fucking. BARELY in frame, very blurry because he can't hold the phone still, can barely hear him over the noise of the bar video on snapchat that's just, "mmmm so. oh, hi melissa! it's shane. ummmm so there's fries, which are potatoes, so one of the highest satiety factors but fried so ummm i don't know. also there's mushrooms" *the fastest and blurriest camera pan of all time that maybe showed fried mushrooms and maybe didn't because there is truly no way to tell* "but umm. gross. i had a sandwich. it was-hayden what was the sandwich?" *equally drunk hayden making this video even more motion sickness to watch as he grabs shane and shakes him a little bit* "it was FUCKING DELICIOUS, BUDDY. that's what it was!" "no, hayd! this is for melissa. i have to tell her." (he does not. shane, baby, the season is over and this is you eating bar food). "oh, it was chicken and something." "melissa, it was chicken and something. and it had avocado so bad, but i got cheese. fat with protein. okay bye. oh also salad. because fiber, and, um, micronutrients. okay bye."
melissa saves it and it is her favorite thing to watch on hard days when she needs to laugh.
and my god my HEART imagining shane his last year with the metros when people are turning against him and also food now feels more dangerous because he doesn't know if people are going to fuck with him or not and he just starts. inventing reasons to hang out in melissa's office when it's time to eat. because melissa makes food feel Safe, and rn a lot of things in his life feel so Not Safe. and listen...is it the healthiest coping mechanism? no. but melissa has also known shane long enough to understand that Something is amiss, so if he wants to hang out in her office to eat, she just gets a live update about what he liked and didn't like about the prep for today's lunch.
god my fucking HEART hurts thinking about shane slowly getting stricter and stricter with his food over the course of the last season with the metros because SO much of his life feels out of control and food is the one thing he has control over, and the idea of melissa who has worked with him for years and so gently helped him nip disordered eating tendencies in the bud now watching him getting worse and worse. and now we're slowly not talking about food as enjoyable anymore. and preference snapchats are starting to creep back into i need X calories and X protein and no other preferences come up territory.
and melissa has been SO proud of shane's development over time. because he did come in with some behaviors that were a little concerning, and through dedication and being That Fucking Good at her job, they've really managed together to find a good balance for shane between feeling like he is adaquately fueling himself for peak performance but also ENJOYING food. this supports his nutritional requirements AND it's tasty. he can have both things! it's okay to like your food! it doesn't have to be penance!
and i am imagining melissa's heart hurting so much watching shane sloooowly falling victim to not expressing preferences because everything feels bad right now and restriction over food and being able to muscle through makes him feel like he has control over something. and he's hitting macros and calories and on paper is eating Fine. but he's not enjoying it. his snapchats and texts are now questions about protein and bioavailability and supplements and not, "was this the same sauce as the one last month?? it tasted really good." or "the texture of the chicken was weird when it was cooked like that. can we change it? i liked when it was cut really thin in last week's grain bowl."
and like. what can she do? she can offer choices and lean on the information she's gathered from years of working with him, but she doesn't have control over the team or management. she can make her office a safe space for him to be in, but the second he's out that door, she can't do anything. and he's her client, yes, but she's gotten very fond of him over their years together and getting to watch his life get better because of working with her, and now he's hurting and restricting himself and there's nothing she can do about it because this team has become bad for him.
and now i am thinking about what a difference it would make if melissa took him aside towards the end of the season to have a very genuine conversation of, "i know this isn't my place on this team and i'd probably get fired for saying it, but you aren't happy here, shane, and if you need to go somewhere else where you can be happy and healthy, i think you should consider making that choice."
and what a difference it would make to have "permission" from someone he's considered an authority for years in the workplace going, "you can choose something that's better for you."
extremely funny canon divergence opportunity in which shane thinks he's being subtle about snapchatting the tuna melts to melissa because she likes hearing that he's eating well on the road because eating not at home with mealpreps can be tricky and difficult, and then ilya is?? you are?? taking pictures??? of food?? what, you do instagram now???
and shane has to admit to this VERY deep and personal relationship with melissa (SIGNIFICANTLY: DOESN'T SAY HER JOB. JUST SAYS "oh, melissa likes to make sure i'm eating okay on the road" BECAUSE DOESN'T THINK TO CLARIFY WHO MELISSA IS. SHE'S MELISSA.) and ilya is lowkey highkey very jealous about it (ilya ffs), so we get a microdose of the rose jealousy that in this soft little bubble makes ilya want to dibs shane because HE isn't getting snapchats of what shane is eating all day. someone else?? has something with shane that he doesn't??? unac-fucking-ceptable.
so ilya kicks this bf rp up to fucking ELEVEN, and shane gets put at ease because melissa's response is, "oooh, tasty! looks like those are the good pickles, too!" so now melissa has cosigned at least one element of today, so it feels a little more comfortable. and like. he knows that contacting his dietician so often is probably Not Normal, but ilya?? doesn't make fun of him for it?? not genuinely at least?? (again: ILYA DOES NOT KNOW SHE IS A DIETICIAN. HE THINKS MELISSA IS A GIRL SHANE IS TALKING TO ENOUGH THAT SHE GETS SNAPCHATS ABOUT WHAT HE'S EATING EVEN *AT ILYA'S HOUSE*.) at dinner, he even pushes shane's plate towards him at a better angle with, "melissa will want to know this also?"
and what ILYA thinks he's doing is staking a claim against melissa. yeah, sure, you get pictures of what shane is eating. but ilya is MAKING what shane is eating. en garde, harlot. 🖕
and also!! because of when this happened!! ilya doesn't ask the you like girls question because the answer would appear to be YES. what he asks instead is, "you message melissa often?" because again! HE thinks this is someone shane is potentially seeing!
and shane (WHO THINKS HE'S JUST ANSWERING ABOUT HIS DIETICIAN) answers, "yeah, pretty often. she says she likes it, though. she gets worried when i DON'T message her a few times a day haha. she's really nice."
and ilya is fucking SEETHING with jealousy. in his home!!! texting a woman!!! outrageous!!!
but also the nudge he needs to try and push for a little bit more with shane because oh!! this feels bad!!! the potential of someone taking him feels bad!!! and it's a little scary but today has been SO fucking nice. so ilya just wants a LITTLE claim! a little assurance that shane won't up and ghost him one day for fucking MELISSA.
so that night (because again! no talk that ended in the first names meltdown!), they're in bed and it's dark and ilya SO casually guys. SO casual. he's SO casual y'all. is just, "this is nice, yes?" and for shane?? yeah, actually. he did have to bring up his allergies because melissa noticed he's in someone's house and was curious so he said he was at a friend's, and melissa saw something in the background and was like, "did you let them know that almond butter better stay WELL away from anything for you?" which prompted shane into "hmmmmmm better mention this big thing for the first time in years", and then ilya?? was so nice about it?? scolded him for not saying something but in a way that was obviously not actually mad at him but then put allergens away?? and also is so cool about shane's maybe-dependent relationship with his dietician??
and it's a reminder that ilya is a place where it's safe for him to be a little off and not perfect and it's actually really nice to be with him like this. he hadn't know if it would be until it happened, but today?? was pretty great??
so when ilya asks if shane would like to do this more often, his answer is yes.
(and if ilya puts a little extra effort into breakfast the next day because get FUCKED melissa, ilya is on the roster officially, too, then shane does not need to know that when he sends his snapchat)
all i want for 2026 is that gigantic rancid AI bubble to finally burst in such a catastrophic way that the consequences will be so good and i'll never have to see another AI generated image ever again
Ilya holding him still in this position and relentlessly pounding into him while shane just moans and trembles and takes it because he can’t do anything else
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when shane made a little whimpering noise in ep 4 when ilya's running his fingers through his hair as he gets ready to start rubbing his face on ilya's crotch...like if u agree
