for all that ilya is a flirt with self destructive tendencies, i think shane would be the one to cheat in a future infidelity scenario because he a) has so tightly bottled up his resentment over losing his montreal legacy and displaced those feelings onto ilya, b) finds comfort in punishment and lashing out, and c) still feels the maladaptive erotic pull of a big illicit secret
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"That's Ilya Rozanov," Yuna supplies, when the camera zooms in on one of the players. He looks unremarkable to Shane, the way all of the helmeted players in identical gear flying across the rink do. Another faceless white uniform on white ice. "He plays the same position as you."
"Forward," Shane says cautiously, trying not to phrase it like a question.
"Center," his mom corrects gently. She's so gentle with him, no matter how many mistakes he makes. It's the curdling sort of gentle that makes Shane want to rip off his own skin, and all he can do is endure it. He has no right to insist on not being treated gently. This woman is his mother, even though Shane, as he is now, is not really her son.
hollanov, memory loss, mcdonalds
During a game against the Boston Raiders in October of 2016, the Metros’ star center Shane Hollander sustains a concussion. Six months later, he still has no memory of any part of his life before the injury.
I know much of the world prefers to use "thong" instead of "g-string" for that particular style of underwear, but they do miss out on the delightful portmanteau of "g-stringlet".
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Shane tried to remember anything they’d ever said to each other on the subject and when they might have said it. Maybe an our kids won’t after a favour to the Pikes. A comment never actually articulated on seeing a rare baby photo of Ilya. In his head they had had this discussion at least once, and the conclusion was yeah, probably, later.
the cens win the cup. shane and ilya go to the cottage. red-tailed hawk juveniles are on the nest.
okay i've kinda been idly noodling on this for a couple weeks but then realized that the "hadn't gotten married yet" bit is what's crucial to this story
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It would be incorrect to say the photo had gone viral. It was only interesting because it was Shane. In the photo Shane was unsteady, clearly drunk, outside a club. The quality of the shot wasn't good enough for Ilya to make out the pink flush that must have been over his cheekbones, but his mouth was half open. The person coaxing him into the car had broad shoulders, his head turned away; there was only a glimpse of an ear, the rest unidentifiable.
No one would have called it incriminating. Shane Hollander, Metros captain, having a wild night out with the boys. The hockeysphere had mostly reacted with amusement. So Hollzy does know how to have fun. But Ilya looked at the stranger's fingertips pressed to the small of Shane's back and thought: this man is going to fuck him. There was no mistaking the intent. Ilya knew it with the certainty of a man who had been fucking Shane Hollander for ten years.
The thing was: it had been Shane who'd said, "You can."
couple's therapists myshane and myilya have burned through, in chron order--
Greg: came highly recommended by Jackie and Hayden; both shane & ilya think he's absolutely fucking ridiculous and make fun of him behind his back; he suggests sleeping in separate bedrooms, solo hikes, differentiated hobbies, and other bullshit shane and ilya absolutely aren't doing; the final straw is when greg, clearly misunderstanding the situation, suggests that one of them retires while looking directly at shane.
Cole: they go to one (1) therapy session with Cole where Cole recommends they separate to "find themselves"; shane floats suing him but ilya doubts they'd have a case so they never go through with it.
Richard: usually an independent therapist who works with athletes, but has taken on couples therapy before; things are going okay until richard asks if they have a prenup in place and thereby steps on a huge fucking landmine; shane and ilya have such an awful fight after this session that they break up with Richard via email and agree to never bring up the prenup again. (neither shane nor ilya wanted one, but shane caved to yuna's insistence, and the whole thing is the one (1) pressure valve they allow themselves for arguing about yuna's place in their marriage.) they also decide to stop seeing men because clearly something there isn't fucking working.
Julia: very sweet but so young it's jarring for both of them; LOTS of fan-girling over shane, which makes ilya jealous, which makes shane feel like maybe he wasn't doing enough to show his affection, which makes shane clingy, which triggers ilya's avoidant attachment, which makes ilya feel like shit, which makes ilya bring up julia more often because he was trying to do her homework, which makes shane briefly believe ilya is attracted to julia, which makes ilya furious because he would never cheat on shane. they fuck about it. ilya breaks up with julia over email, then shane has to send an apology email because ilya's email was... perhaps not the best.
Michelle: goes by chelle (which shane remembers by saying: like celly but chuh); specializes in couples therapy for couples who work high stress jobs / careers; the absolute GOAT; gives them permission to bring play into their relationship again through check-ins, conversation starters, challenges, and other relationship rebuilding and strengthening strategies; also wants them to practice independence but knows a bonded pair when she sees one and tempers her expectations accordingly; ilya gets really into home pickling and shane takes up jazzercise and chelle will take what she can get; she closes her private practice so they go their separate ways.
Brenda: just... such a weird lady, harmless but weird; ilya likes her in the way one likes a beetle trapped in a jar; shane finds her vaguely offputting and thinks her office smells like an elementary school gymnasium; she asks interesting questions about their history and gives them space to tell each other the story of their love from their own perspective, which is legitimately helpful and lowkey a breakthrough for their marriage; ilya wants to keep going becuase he wants to know everything about brenda; shane thinks that's definitely not the point of couple's therapy; they break up with brenda in person; she's chill about it.
shane only reads nonfiction and half of it is the worst self help slop you've ever heard of. atomic habits. the subtle art of not giving a fuck. everything malcolm gladwell has ever written. they work well on him because he's rich and susceptible. the other half is the driest fucking hockey history books in the world. absolute bricks. he should buy an e-reader but one time a rookie brought a kindle on the bus and that went poorly enough that shane has never considered it again.
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like sorry but ilya would love cocaine. he just would. i have an evil headcanon that he loves it so much that his teammates give him the nickname snowplow. snorting 3 lines like adidas . then swiping his finger through whats left and rubbing it on his gums. like sue me
Does the fandom have a headcanon about Shane shoulder scar???
I have not seen one myself! I’m sure there is definitely some out there.
I don’t even have a headcanon myself, if I think about it, it probably would be something like climbing a tree as a kid and falling and getting a good scratch up from a branch. But I’m sure there’s a sexier reason for some people lmao
ok this new wip is fucking diabolical and has legitimately unlocked a new kink in me. god bless shanebortions, plural. do a bad thing twice, by plonk <3
I wanted to stop by and say that you are truly mind-blowingly talented and I could (and have) read your works over and over. And because I love a good sock to the solar plexus I was wondering if there was a possibility you might be cooking up some more hollanov at the moment?
thanks for stopping by and sharing this lovely comment!!
am i cooking atm? great question. i do have a WIP for this fandom languishing at a low simmer at the back of the stove, in which irina rozanova leaves her horrible husband and becomes a skating rink coach in 1990s suburban ottawa. (you can guess what happens from there, i think.)
Ilyushka comes back from kindergarten one day with a very strange look on his little face. “Mama,” he says as he sits on the bench and ties on his skates, “I met a boy in my class who also skates every day after school.” He says this in Ukrainian; unlike Alyosha, he speaks almost no Russian. “He invited me to play ice hockey with him.”
“That’s nice,” Irina says absently as she unpacks the jumble of cones that her teenage assistant had been eager to collect for her. She begins to re-sort them by color. “Do you want to skate with him?”
“Of course I do!” Ilyushka says indignantly. “But I don’t have hockey skates.”
“We can rent some,” Irina says. “Why don’t you invite him to come here?” Because if they come here, Irina won’t need to actually rent the skates–one of the many perks of being on the rink’s coaching staff–and she’ll be able to feed them snacks from home instead of having to give Ilyushka pocket money. Things aren’t quite so dire now as they had been when she’d first immigrated to Canada, but Irina has found that penny-pinching, like her excellent posture, is a habit she can’t easily shake off. There’s always a little calculator running in her head, punching in numbers and comparing the sums to the bottom line she knows they need to make it to the end of the month.
“If we come here Alexei will be mean,” Ilyushka says sulkily, kicking his feet.
“Don’t kick when you’re wearing skates,” Irina says sharply without looking up. “You know that’s dangerous.”
“Didn’t you hear what I said?” Ilyushka demands. “Alexei will be mean and then Shane won’t want to be my friend.”
“Tell me about your friend,” Irina encourages. She tries to say this name, Shane, and she can hear that she’s doing something to its syllables that Ilyushka is not. Alyosha is old enough now to be slightly embarrassed by Irina’s accented English so she’s been trying to practice more. “What’s he like?”
“He likes hockey and red crayons, but only the ones where the paper isn’t ripped,” Ilyushka says. “He can write his name two ways, just like me, except not like me because the letters are very weird. Did you know that Japanese people write their names in little houses?” He sketches a rectangle in the air with his forefinger.
“Is Shane Japanese?” Irina asks, surprised. She’s coached three little girls with older brothers named Shane, and they’ve all been bog standard Westerners—toothy white grins, floppy brown hair, crisp blue jeans.
“Sometimes,” Ilyushka says, by which Irina assumes he means partly.
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anonymous author of the perfect from now on series rec list!!!!
as in: rec list made by the anonymous author of the perfect from now on series for the fics they personally have bookmarked. "these are your favourite author's favourite authors" type thing!!
some of you weren’t around for the fan fiction dot net purge of 2002 (when they banned explicit content and mass-deleted thousands of fics) and the livejournal purge of 2007 (when they deleted hundreds of blogs, disproportionately targeting queer & kink content) and it shows
this kind of policing is why ao3 was created
remember, kids, the three laws of fandom are:
- don’t like; don’t read
- your kink is not my kink
- ship and let ship
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