Squeel Yeah!

HOLLANDER V ROSANOV

Shane: I'm your Actual Husband and we work together, shouldn't I be your Work Husband?

Ilya: Actual Husband can't be Work Husband. Is against the rules

Shane: fine. Who should be my Work Husband then?

Yuna notices something is wrong because of course she does and together with David they herd Shane into some private empty side room hoping it will help him calm down. But it doesn't. He wont stop shaking and his breathing is too fast and he flinches at their voices even tho nobody is speaking loudly. Won't let Yuna come close to hug him or rub his arm.

Maybe Yuna is starting to panic a little herself, her heart aching as she watches Shane wrap his own arms around himself, hates that she cant do anything when her son is so clearly in distress, hates that she can't seem to think of anything that will work-

When suddenly the door bangs open and Ilya Fucking Rozanov??? strides into the room with quick steps, makes a beeline directly for her son, eyes locked on him like he doesnt even register her and David in the room as well and Yuna opens her mouth to cuss him out, tell him to fuck off and not bother Shane right now, she can feel her body moving already to stand in front of Shane protectively when David grabs her arm because-

Because Rozanov is pulling Shane into his arms, one hand on the back of Shane's neck, guiding his head to press into the crook of Rozanov's neck and Shane isn't fighting it, doesn't flinch from his touch. He goes where Rozanov arranges him and let's himself be held and rocked back and forth gently as Rozanov presses his mouth to Shane's ear and starts whispering something so quietly that Yuna can't really make out the words but what she can see is Shane's shaking subsiding, hands fisting tightly into Rozanov's shirt, his breathing going slowly back to normal because - oh. oh - her son is syncing his breaths with Rozanov who, Yuna realises, is taking very exaggerated deep slow breaths of his own so Shane can match them. And then Rozanov turns slightly while still rocking them both back and forth and Yuna sees Shane's face where it's smushed into Rozanov's neck. Sees the look there.

And that's how Yuna realises her son is in love and the man - his years-long rival - he loves must have left in the middle of his award-winning show to come here and pull her son out of a panic attack like there was no place he'd rather be than right here with Yuna's overwhelmed panicked boy in his arms, soothing him until Shane's body relaxes completely into that hold, mumbling that he's fine yet not pulling away and Rozanov makes no move to let go either.

Pretty. Yes, very, Ilya had said. Maybe he wasn’t even talking about Shane. Shane’s heart hammers like he just sprinted a mile, everything off-center and too bright. He adjusts his glasses, but it doesn’t help. Of course I’m going to fuck him. And then I’m going to marry him.

hello! I posted a new HR fic featuring a bratty Shane who is determined to ruin his blind date with Ilya, but unfortunately he wore glasses so Ilya became instantly and terminally smitten.

one shot, 9.6k words, explicit

oh my god. both of them wine drunk imitating ilya’s various o-faces and going in a deep voice Da, da, yes. and ilya is going red in the face like “shut the fuck I give both of you best orgasms of your lives and this is how you repay me?” meanwhile both shane and sveta are doing this face at ilya

"Counter. You?"

"Table."

"Which side of the bed?"

"Right. You?"

"Left."

"He loves when I pet his hair."

"Oh my god, Yes!"

"Does he still play fight on the bed?"

"Yes he does!"

They want total control over you. Not just trans people. Not just queer people. You. Everyone.

Trans people are just a scapegoat. They want total control over everyone's self expression. They want the right to mold you into their perfect little cog in their dehumanizing machine.