𝖎𝐥𝐲𝐚.

♰ * ⠀——— ⠀𝒂ll ⠀ ⠀ ノ ⠀ ⠀ th𝗲 ⠀ ⠀ things ⠀ ⠀ (s)he ⠀ ⠀ 𝒔𝐚𝐢𝐝, ⠀ ⠀ runn𝒊𝒏𝒈 ⠀ ⠀ ͟.. ⠀ ⠀ through ⠀ ⠀ m̶y ⠀ ⠀ head.

[𝖎𝐥𝐲𝐚. @crosspucks]

https://t.co/ZhqzGpTP8q ┄ ILYA ROZANOV ▍an 𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚈𝙰𝙻 for the heated rivalry verse, written by https://t.co/SQbFh1LCTL ⁽ ⁰¹, he ⧸ him ⁾ english 𝒍iterate +̳ selective. 𝗠𝗗𝗡𝗜.

[𝖎𝐥𝐲𝐚. @crosspucks]

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slipping shoes off in the entryway, ilya obeys in the easy way that is reserved only for the hardest of his coaches and the mother of his boyfriend. he takes a seat, head perking at the mention of cake. “cake? what kind?”
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[͏ ͏ ͏ d͟o͟n͟'t͟ ͏ ͏ᶜᵃˡˡ ᵐᵉ 𝐎𝐋𝐃 . @hcckeylegend]

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yuna just smiled at the man , walking into the kitchen before calling out to the other . ❝ just sit down , Ilya . would you like some cake , too 𖤠 are you staying for dinner 𖤠 ❞ shane might not be here right now but Ilya would always be welcome without him .
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[𝖎𝐥𝐲𝐚. @crosspucks]

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watching him fix his shirt, ilya swallows affection, suddenly thick like honey on his tongue and too sweet to be voiced. he offers little explanation, the edge of his mouth twitching with a half-shrug. “i make you interesting.”
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[S. H. /Break/ @HockNPuck]

He would fix his shirt, as if the Russian ruined it by having so many wrinkles. He blinked his own orbs in more confusion. “How does me coming with you help, if I’m the boring one, lazy?”

[𝖎𝐥𝐲𝐚. @crosspucks]

https://t.co/M8AnUOIeVP

[𝖎𝐥𝐲𝐚. @crosspucks]

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⠀ ⠀╰┄ l͟i͟k͟e for a 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 from ilya.
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[𝖎𝐥𝐲𝐚. @crosspucks]

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬.

[𝖎𝐥𝐲𝐚. @crosspucks]

https://t.co/MGBAdvuFc1

[𝖎𝐥𝐲𝐚. @crosspucks]

⠀ཾ༵ ♱ 𝙼𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚂 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻. seeking mains. this entails: random tagging, dynamic development, open DMs, and more. ocs welcome. doubles accepted. l͟i͟k͟e if interested.

[𝖎𝐥𝐲𝐚. @crosspucks]

https://t.co/TBkQF6DaVU

[𝖎𝐥𝐲𝐚. @crosspucks]

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬.

[𝖎𝐥𝐲𝐚. @crosspucks]

https://t.co/ZhqzGpTP8q ┄ ILYA ROZANOV ▍an 𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚈𝙰𝙻 for the heated rivalry verse, written by https://t.co/SQbFh1LCTL ⁽ ⁰¹, he ⧸ him ⁾ english 𝒍iterate +̳ selective. 𝗠𝗗𝗡𝗜.

[𝖎𝐥𝐲𝐚. @crosspucks]

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⠀ ⠀╰┄ l͟i͟k͟e for a 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 from ilya.
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[ꨄ @lostaffections]

lately i've been crying like a tall child.

[𝖎𝐥𝐲𝐚. @crosspucks]

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“𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦?” echoed flat, the word tossed back at her without any weight to it. ilya’s eyes are like ice, taking a beat to consider her before one shoulder lifts. “what pressure?”
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[* 𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙴𝚂 .ᐟ @TUTORWITS]

"I don't know if we're going to win this tournament on friday. . like, there is so much pressure. is it like that for you?"

the blonde asked softly while looking at Ilya with a small frown on her face, leaning against the side of the rink where the benches were.

[𝖎𝐥𝐲𝐚. @crosspucks]

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« the container back toward shane. “eat.”
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[𝖎𝐥𝐲𝐚. @crosspucks]

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taking a bite, ilya chews without hurry, attention dropping to the cookie to evaluate it with exaggerated seriousness. a beat of consideration passes before approval is hummed. “not the worst thing i have swallowed for you,” »⠀
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[Shane． @24CENTREGOALS]

Any hint of apprehension clinging on to him melts away and Shane finds himself relaxing in his seat, smiling softly at the other.

“Yeah,” he admits, “I made you cookies.”

He watches Ilya try them, scrunching his nose up a little. “If they're not good, you still need to —

[𝖎𝐥𝐲𝐚. @crosspucks]

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« he teases, already reaching for another. the crisp bottom of the cookie tastes like burnt sugar. homemade. his jaw tightens once. he takes another bite too fast, mouth full when he speaks, “𝒎𝒎, these are dangerous,” nudging »
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[ً @abellaments]

father's frown hammers a nail through my ribs and rips the flesh straight off the bone. 'how could you?' he asks—quiet, calm and graceful. 'how could you do that?'

[𝖎𝐥𝐲𝐚. @crosspucks]

@DEVlLSHElR ⠀
familiar.” clicking off his phone, the device left facedown. “you are in the papers?” he asks. “the gossip ones.”
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[𝖎𝐥𝐲𝐚. @crosspucks]


⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ◜ ⠀ ⠀@DEVlLSHElR.


[𝖎𝐥𝐲𝐚. @crosspucks]

@DEVlLSHElR ⠀
ilya keeps staring, unapologetic, elbow propped on the bar. he has to raise his voice above the music to be heard, and when he does, the words come out a little clumsy, unpracticed on his tongue. “you look… what is word… »
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[𝖎𝐥𝐲𝐚. @crosspucks]

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« smirk. “you know,” the russian drawls low, voice a thickly accented purr in the quiet corridor. he takes a step forward without invitation, foot on the threshold. “are you going to give it to me?”
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[𝖎𝐥𝐲𝐚. @crosspucks]

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in the hall, ilya waits, smug—faced and wanting, like he’s already won something by getting him to open the door. murky blue optics drag over the other man once—–slow, deliberate—–then lift back to his eyes. lips pull into a »
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[ᅠᅠLUCAS️️ ️️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️ ️️𝑤. @lycansdoom]

sound of only the tv playing inside of hollander's room. back against the headboard of the bed as phone was scrolled on—— eyes were quick to look towards the sound of the voice. he certainly didn't remember asking https://t.co/0C8uowQOy9

[𝖎𝐥𝐲𝐚. @crosspucks]

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“welcome back to planet earth,” he teases, voice laden with affection. his hand settles at the back of shane’s neck, thumbing at his nape. “you with me now, hollander?”
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[✦ ʜᴏʟʟᴀɴᴅᴇʀ #₂₄ @SKATESNSECRETS]

"huh?" oh, he truly had been out of it. he just ( loved ) seeing ilya smile. it was one of his favorite things. happiness looked amazing on him.