the hush of holiness

And it varies from sweet (hold his hand while skating the rideau canal) to sexy (rub my hard dick on his ass while dancing at a bar)

i finally joined the do it badly do it messy movement and made three (3!!) hollanov mini zines. i’ve been meaning to make a zine for more than a year and it took choosing to Actively Procrastinate on writing my fic (also hr) to do it 🙄

Ilya sees his tension right away, because of course he does, but doesn't get involved right away because he can also tell that Shane is just laying low and reading the room for a bit. He taps Shane's foot with his and shoots him a wink, and gets a quick but genuine smile in return.

They start with names and contact info for everyone, including office staff and team supports. Finally they get around to Shane and he just sort of awkwardly stands and pastes on a halfway convincing smile.

ILYA ROZANOV WEEK: DAY FOUR FAVORITE TRAIT   ↪ HIS EMPATHY AND KINDESS 🥺💕

ILYA WEEK - DAY THREE ❤️ - FAVORITE (BOOK) QUOTE

I am so far away from home. I am so afraid but I cannot show it. I’m going to be all on my own out there and people are not kind to me. I’ve always been alone, but never this kind of alone before. I don’t really know you, but you seemed kind. And earnest. You would not lie to me. Is it safe? Will I be happy there and safe? Boston is nice too?

Ilya Rozanov week: Day three (and four) Favorite quote(s) and favorite trait(s): Ilya and his heart eyes [insp.]

Shane's own heart started going a little crazy. "You should see a doctor about that." ― Rachel Reid, The Long Game, Chapter Ten

“You’re kidding,” Troy says, stunned, as the entire team stares at Coach Weibe, who is wincing and looking like he wants to crawl into a hole.

“‘Fraid not, boys. Mandatory sensitivity training, Monday morning. The league is really cracking down on their new rules,” Weibe says, grimacing.

“We are the reason these rules exist!” Ilya roars, throwing his hands in the air. “Crowell makes them because he is–what is word, Hollander?”

“Biased.”

“Da, biased, to us! What did we do to need punishment?”

A couple murmurs indicate that the whole team agrees.

“Apparently…”Weibe clears his throat uncomfortably. “Apparently a referee at the last game heard a few of you calling each other ‘homophobic.’ He reported it to the league out of concern, and–”

“Oh my god, we say this all the time!” Ilya yelled again, looking around at all the guys, who were nodding. “Bood does not pass to me? Homophobic. Dykstra checks Barrett? Homophobic. Hollander calls me asshole? Homophobic and husband abuse.” It’s obvious that Weibe is trying to keep a straight face as he shakes his head. “Well, that stuff isn’t a joke, guys. Maybe the training will do you some good. Like I said, Monday at 8am. No arguments.”

But as they all stand and start to get ready to go, a soft, clear voice can be heard above the grumbling.

“Seems pretty homophobic, not gonna lie,” Shane Hollander mutters under his breath, the ghost of a smile on his face.