#ilya sorokin blurbs

[ilyasorokinn]

always a winner ― ilya sorokin

note, i love ilya, and can’t believe i haven’t written as many things as i have for other players. he’s literally the love of my life, and i’ve kind of neglected him lol. anyways, this fic is part of the "sorokin, party of four" series. check out this masterlist for more. another note, also, let's please not talk about how this is like a 300 years late. i'm so behind on things and so tired and i think i'm getting burn out? but idk so let's just enjoy that i wrote something :) all-star fics are in the works. last note, sorry one last note. in this fic, mila is 4 and victor isn't really in this, but he is 2 :) summary, regardless of the outcome, ilya sorokin is the best dad in the world to his kids. warnings, kids/children word count, 1286 words (a little short, i'm sorry. it's just ilya being cute with mila ig)

mila’s eyes were wide as she took in the converted football field. she was wearing her sorokin jacket and a beanie with a sequined ‘30’ on it. victor was only 2, so you left him with ilya's parents because you knew he wouldn't remember most things.

"mama, look!" mila pointed up at something before her attention was grabbed by something else. you tried your best to keep up with her but she was running on sugar and adrenaline, a dangerous combo for a toddler.

"i know," you laughed, "slow down, mimi." you called after her. you eventually spotted the girls and all the kids, standing off to the side of the field, talking and taking everything in as well, "look, there's your friends." she quickly spotted all the other kids and ran over to join them.

you followed after her a little slower, wrapping your jacket tighter around you and taking everything in. it still was mind-boggling to you, even a decade later, that this was your life. you were in metlife stadium, watching your husband play the sport he loved, surrounded by a group of girls doing the same thing. it was special.

"take it all in." kristy wrapped an arm around her shoulders, "it's magical."

"this is so insane." you laughed.

after bribing mila with some more sugar and almost having a meltdown, the guys finally came out. before family was let out onto the ice, all the media content was taken. once that was all taken care of, family was finally let onto the ice.

once he was able to, ilya immediately made his way over to you and snatched up mila, flipping her upside down, making her giggle like crazy.

"put me down, papa!" she giggled, trying to get out of his grasp. he put her back down and set her down on the bench. he made quick work of helping her tie her skates and helping her get her helmet and pads on.

after helping mila, he turned to you. even though you had been together for a decade and no matter how much you protested, he would always help you put your skates on.

he kneeled in front of you and grabbed your foot, tying your skate, "new trick?" mila asked. she had been taking skating lessons for a few weeks.

"you want to show everyone your new trick?" she nodded her head, "of course, you can," you smiled, kissing her head and switching legs so ilya could tie the other skate. once he was done, he helped you off the bench, and you each grabbed one of mila's hands, walking her over to the ice.

all around you, the rink was a buzz. everyone was skating around. kids were playing mini sticks, guys were skating around, girls were mingling and skating.

it took a few laps, but eventually, mila was comfortable with skating and let go of your hands and skated around. you and ilya followed behind her and when she did fall, ilya was quick to pick her up and soothe her before she could start crying.

ilya skated off to the bench and grabbed a stick he had brought for her and handed it to her. varlomov's kid was in front of the net, just like their dad, so mila winded up and skated shakily up to the net with the puck and managed to get it past them.

she turned around and looked at you, shocked that she had done it. you both gave her a thumbs up, "celly." you told her. she did a little celly, which the media team had caught on camera and would later be posted on the isles social media account.

she skated over to ilya, who picked her up and held her to his chest, "that was amazing, mimi." you cheered, patting her on the back.

she skated around a little more before she was distracted and started playing with the other kids. you managed to take lots of pictures and got a picture of mila with her favorite guy on the team, mat barzal, cause of course her favorite uncle is uncle maty.

mat carried her around the rink, making her laugh and giggle (which gave the media team more amazing content of mat with a child). you and sydney got pictures of matt holding mila and ilya holding winnie which melted your heart.

the next day, mila somehow overcame the sugar rush and was filled with even more energy. the entire way back to metlife, she was bouncing around in her seat in the car.

"mimi, calm down." you laughed, watching her talk to herself through the rearview mirror, "now remember, when we get there..."

"i know, i know. hold your hand and don't let go, i know." she sighed. you didn't have to look back to know she was rolling her eyes. you knew where she got her attitude from.

"good." you nodded. you looked back at victor, who, on the other hand, was as calm as a cucumber in his seat. he had been occupying himself and barely paying attention to his sister.

you arrived at metlife earlier than all the fans attending, and met up with a few other girls, as well as your parents and all of the family ilya had invited. it wasn't many people, but you were excited to see them.

after pregaming the game with a few of the girls, fans started to arrive. there was a good mixture of both rangers and islanders fans so you were excited. you had left mila and victor with ilya's parents and your's so you could go off with the girls to get snacks and drinks.

by the time you had returned, mila already had a bag of cotton candy and victor was asleep, his headphones on so he couldn't hear all the loud noise. when mila saw you, she looked at you, her eyes big and scared.

"who gave you cotton candy, miss mila?" you asked. without hesitation, she pointed over to your dad. you looked over at him and raised a brow.

"who am i to deny my grandchild?" he simply shrugged, accepting a piece of cotton candy mila was offering him. you shook your head and smiled before turning your attention to the game.

the first period of the game was strong. the isles were up 3-1 and everything was looking good. by the end of the second, it was 4-3 and by the end of the third, it was tied and mila was asleep.

then, 10 seconds into overtime, panarin scored and the rangers fans in the crowd went crazy. when the horn blared, an overwhelming feeling of sadness filled your heart. you knew ilya tried his best and he would probably beat himself up about it.

you left mila and victor with your parents and ilya's family, who would drive back to your home where they were all staying, and you would drive back with ilya.

you followed alexa, matilda, and emma down to meet up with the guys. when you saw ilya walk out of the locker room, you couldn't help but smile. he managed a sad smile back and made his way over to you.

no words were said as he wrapped his arms around you. you stayed like that for a few minutes, just wrapped in a hug. you pulled away and cupped his face, "i'm proud of you." you leaned your forehead against his.

he nodded, "you were amazing, ilya." he nodded again before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, "let's go home. order some sushi and go to sleep." you grabbed his hand and let him lead you over to his car.

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do you want me to spend the night? | ilya sorokin

a/n: here goes my first friendship fic! i've really wanted to do one with sorokin so here it is. hope you like it!

pairing: ilya sorokin x reader [platonic]

warnings: none, just friendship fluff (and my bad attempt at russian)

word count: 334

taglist: @intobarzal [join my taglist!♡]

Ilya has been trying to reach you. He has probably called and texted you a number of times but you weren't picking it up or responding.

You groan and shift in your bed. The headache has been killing you. Your temperature is very high and you don't know whether to lower down the thermostat or strip out of all of your clothes. You choose the former and try to relax and ignore the pain. After feeling slightly better, you snooze off.

You wake up to your phone ringing: Ilya Sorokin (Baby Goalie) would like to FaceTime...

You're greeted with your friend's chin. You hear chatter in the background. It seems like he's with the team. "Hey. I was trying to call you. Are you okay? It's so dark." He comments as you picked up. It is indeed dark. All the lights are off.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I was asleep. Not really feeling better."

You sneak a quick glance at all the messages he sent you:

"There's team dinner. Would you like to come?"

"Hey, are you busy?"

"I'll call you now."

"3 missed calls from Ilya Sorokin (Baby Goalie)."

At this point, Ilya's just looking at you looking very concerned.

"Hey Ilya, I just read your messages. I'm sorry I can't accompany you to dinner," you murmured. He really wanted you to be there.

"No, it's fine. Have you eaten yet?"

"Well, uh, not since breakfast. Dinner sounds really good right now."

"Okay, I'll bring dinner."

"Are you sure? How about the team's dinner?"

"It's okay," he smiled sweetly. "Wait for me. Do you want me to spend the night? I'll crash on your couch."

"You are my bestest friend, Ilya. Of course, ya budu ochen rada." [I’d like that very much.]

He laughs at your funny attempt at Russian as he ends the call and gets ready to head out to bring you food and take care of you.

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what in the fucking fuck is this fuckery

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[ilyasorokinn]

the sorokin household when it’s their first father’s day together 🥹 it would be so cute </3

FAMILY HIKE

“SOROKIN, PARTY OF FOUR” SERIES MASTERLIST

tw: children/kids

mila was almost 2 months during her dad's first father's day. you made him a small little breakfast and woke him up by setting mila on his chest.

she reached up and started touching his face which was what really woke him up, "hi, mimi." he smiled. and she smiled back.

"happy father's day." you smiled, bending down and kissing him. he smiled, pulling away and carefully sitting up.

"thank you." he leaned down and kissed mila's head.

"now, eat! we have a big day ahead of us, don't we, mimi?" you picked her up from his lap and held her on your hip. he dug into breakfast, occasionally feeding you a couple bites.

"so, what do you have planned today?"

"well, i figured since we're in the middle of nowhere, we could go on a hike," you suggested.

"a hike? who are you and what have you done with my wife?" he joked.

"i just figured it would be nice." you shrugged, "i mean, we rented a cabin in the middle of nowhere, and we're surrounded by nature. just thought it would be nice."

"no, no, it is nice." he shook his head, "let's go." he smiled, throwing the covers off and getting ready.

you got mila situated in the carrier, which ilya was wearing, before lathering her up in sunscreen and throwing a little bucket hat on her head and a pair of sunglasses.

"look at you, so cute." ilya cooed. she simply looked up at him, confused.

he got the carrier on and you helped him secure her into the carrier. by the time you finished your hike and made it to the top of the hill, mila was fast asleep.

"happy father's day." you leaned your head on his shoulder, "this past month as been harder than hard, but without you, it would've been a heck of a lot harder."

"thank you for today. it wasn't much, but it was more than enough for me." he leaned over and kissed your head, "i love you."

"i love you, too."

taylor's dilf day!

[ilyasorokinn]

can u write something for ilya ? literally anything but maybe like a first date or how y’all meet ? 🥺

DATE

ilya felt like he was gonna pass out.

his hands were clammy as he reached for the glass of water sitting in front of him, "do you know when the other party will arrive?" the waitress asked.

"soon," ilya answered.

"all right." the woman smiled and walked away.

you rushed in, looking as disheveled as ever. you quickly ran over to the table, "i am so sorry. i took a nap and set an alarm, then i slept through the alarm so i rushed out the door and i think my pants are on backward, then i almost missed the train, so i'm really sorry. i wasn't standing you up."

ilya listened and smiled, "it's fine. you're all good. i ordered you a water if that's okay."

"that's perfect, thanks." you nodded.

"all right, now that both parties are here, what can i get you to eat?"

after your meal, ilya paid since he was the one who invited you out, and walked with you to the train station.

you were standing close together but nothing was touching, "tonight was really fun."

"i'm glad. i had fun too." he smiled.

you stopped in front of the train station, "well, this is my stop."

"oh," he looked disappointed, "well, let me know when you get home."

"i will." you smiled, leaning forward and kissing his cheek, "thank you, ilya."

"your welcome." he couldn't stop smiling, "we'll talk. schedule another date."

"sounds good." you waved and made your way down the stairs.

okay, this actually sucked. sorry. requests are closed :)

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[ilyasorokinn]

PLS BESITIE !! telling ilya that you’re pregnant !! i cannot handle !! he would be so excited n nerv !!

this is part of the "sorokin, party of four" series.

"holy..." you cut yourself off as mila crawled into the room, "oh, my goodness." you gasped, picking up the test, reading the response over and over again to make sure you were seeing it right.

"mila, you're gonna be a big sister." you picked her up and peppered kisses all around her face.

"big sister?" she asked confused.

"yeah, baby." you nodded, kissing her face all over again, "we gotta tell papa. you wanna help me?" she nodded her head, "all right, let's go shopping."

you shopped around online before you found what you were looking for. it was a little cliche, but mila looked excited when she saw the shirt. you got a shirt that read 'big sister' shirt. it was cute and when she saw it, she squealed and began pointing.

since ilya was away on a string of away games, you ordered it and it came just in time for when he returned home.

"hi, mila girl." ilya bent down to her level. he set down his bags and opened his arms so she could run into them.

she giggled when he kissed her all around her face, "papa." she wrapped her arms around his neck when he had finished kissing her.

"show papa your shirt, mimi." you smiled.

"your shirt?" she unwrapped her arms and moved to an angle so ilya could see and read her shirt.

"big sister?" he read. it took him a moment to comprehend the words, and when he did, the look crossed his face and he looked over to you, "big sister?"

"big sister." you nodded, producing the sonogram photo. he looked stunned and speechless, "ilya, you okay?"

"i just-" he stuttered to find the right words, "are we ready? are you ready?"

"i am. are you?"

"i am." he nodded.

"good, cause it's a little too late to say you're not."

[ilyasorokinn]

spending the day w ilya and he asks you to check a message on his phone and you see that his lock screen is a picture of you n him 🥺 and you’re like ?? am i your locksceeen and he’s like oh yeah i thought you looked very pretty <33 i want him

LOCKSCREEN

okay, i think we should ilya day everyday, so if you have ilya thoughts, send them in.

you and ilya had the day off, and that usually meant lounging around the house doing nothing. you usually stayed in bed all the time and watched movies all day.

it was nice.

ilya was in the closet, cleaning things out while you sat in the bed, switching between watching your tv show and watching him come out of the closet with different outfits.

“what about this one?” he asked.

“i like the tie, those pants are really ugly, the shirt is okay and the shoes need to go,” you told him, popping another handful of popcorn into your mouth.

“what? i really like this shirt.” he pouted.

“then keep the shirt. you ask my opinion and i tell you my opinion. you don’t have to listen to it.”

he sighed, throwing his head back, then toppling into the bed, letting out a grunt, “this is so frustrating.”

“oh, poor baby.” you brushed a hand through his hair. he hummed and his eyes closed as you continued.

his phone buzzed on the nightstand, but he didn’t move, “you gonna get that?” he shook his head.

“you check.” you leaned over him and reached for his phone. you saw a familiar photo as his lock screen, “is that me?”

“huh?” he asked.

“am i your lock screen?” you repeated.

his head shot up to see the lock screen you were looking at, “well…” he looked nervous as he scratched the back of his neck, “…yeah.”

you swiped the message away to see a photo of you looking over your shoulder as you walked down the street, a smile on your face as you smiled at the camera. it was blurry, but the smile on your face was clear.

“you look pretty all the time, but this one is my favorites,” he admitted.

you broke out into a smile, and wrapped your arms around his neck, tackling him to the bed, “that’s cute.” you placed kisses all around his face and on his neck.

“i thought so too,” he smirked, kissing you on the lips and flipping you both over so he was on top.

you pulled away, “well, i have something to show you too.” you reached for your phone on the opposite nightstand.

you opened it, and showed him. he broke out into a smile when he saw a photo of himself. it was a photo he had sent you when he was away on a roadie. it was a funny selfie, but your favorite one.

“twins.” you giggled. his smile only grew as he leaned down again to kiss you.

[ilyasorokinn]

sorokin, party of four 🥺🥺 so cute 🥺🥺 thinking of him holdin his baby for the first time <3333 crying

MILA SOROKIN

“SOROKIN, PARTY OF FOUR” SERIES MASTERLIST

tw: child birth

you gripped the handlebars of the hospital bed, and let out a guttural groan. ilya sat at your bedside, running a hand through your hair.

“you’re doing so good,” he whispered.

you let out a pained moan, “stop talking.” you whispered, pushing his face away and turning away from him.

he could’ve laughed, but seeing you in pain pained him. you let out a sigh as the contraction rolled through your body.

you looked back up at ilya, tears building up in the corners of your eyes, “oh, bebe.” he caressed your hair again, pressing a kiss to your sweaty forehead.

“this isn’t as fun as everyone said it would be.” you cried.

“i know.” he leaned down, leaning his head on your shoulder, “you’re doing so good.”

there was a knock on the door, and ilya looked up. your nurse smiled at him and came in to check everything and make sure everything was good.

“how’re you feeling, mrs. sorokin?” she asked.

“i’m very happy to be here, i just want her out of me,” you told her honestly.

“i get that.” she smiled warmly, checking how dilated you were, “okay, you are 8cm. almost there.” you let out a pained moan, “you’re doing so good, love,” she told you.

a few hours later, your little girl was safely bundled in a hospital blanket, and wearing a cute pink beanie, “we need a name.” ilya whispered, his eyes never leaving your little girl’s.

the baby was sleeping, but she was peaceful and cute, “i know.” you nodded, running your finger across her smooth cheek, “how about…” you thought about it, “mila?” you suggested.

“mila sorokin.” ilya said it out loud, testing it out, “i like it.” he nodded.

“mila sorokin, welcome to the world.” you leaned down and pressed a kiss to her head.

you stared at her for, what felt like, hours. you looked up at ilya, “you wanna hold her?”

ilya looked taken aback but didn’t have time to answer before you raised mila up, and carefully placed her in his arms.

ilya stared at her as if being hypnotized. mila’s eyes opened, and she let out a whine since she was being shifted from one person to another.

the whine quickly died when she made eye contact with her father, “hi, mila.” he smiled, “me and your mom are very happy you’re finally here.” he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her soft head.

you watched, a smile on your face as you listened to ilya talk to your daughter. he switched from english to russian, and although you didn’t understand what he was saying the entire time, watching him interact with a bright smile made you smile.

[ilyasorokinn]

good afternoon! i hope you are having a wonderful day :) can i request prompts 10 and 16 from the Hugs Prompt List with Ilya Sorokin 💕

DON’T GO

10. "hiding their face in the other's neck" & "'not wanting to let go' hug" (from this prompt list)

“SOROKIN, PARTY OF FOUR” SERIES MASTERLIST

tw: children/kids

victor sorokin had ilya wrapped around his little baby finger. whenever he cried, ilya would drop whatever he was doing and rush to victor's aid. whenever victor would want to be picked up, ilya would be the one doing it.

"all right. say "bye-bye" to papa." you told mila and victor as ilya got ready to head to the arena.

"bye-bye." mila beamed, climbing into ilya's lap and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"goodbye, my love." he pressed kisses around his face, eliciting giggles from her.

"you wanna say goodbye?" you asked victor. he looked up at you with sad eyes as his bottom lip wobbled.

"papa leaving?" victor asked.

"yeah, but you'll see him again tonight. we're going to the game," you reassured him, pushing around the curls on his head.

"papa leave," he repeated, his eye going big and wide and tears beginning to form in the corners.

"no, no." you picked him up and handed him over to ilya, who was already ready with open arms.

"oh, it's okay." ilya rubbed his back and let him cry, "i'll be back. you'll see me tonight." he kissed victor's head. after a while, the toddler stopped crying but refused to let go of his father.

"papa's gotta go," ilya told him. victor shook his head and held onto him tighter, "victor." ilya sighed. eventually, with your help, ilya pried victor's hands off of him and handed him back over to you.

you both winced as victor began to cry. you would feel a tantrum coming on and pleaded with your eyes for ilya to go, "victor, it's okay. he's coming back. we'll see him later." you pressed a kiss to his head as you held him to your chest.

ilya grabbed his stuff in the doorway, straightened out his suit, and waved goodbye to you one last time. mila was used to victor being sad to see her dad go, so she waved goodbye to him with a smile.

later that night you were sitting with the rest of the girls. mila had wandered off and was now sitting on someone's lap. victor was still in a sour mood, but you knew the moment he saw ilya his mood would brighten.

and you were proven correct when ilya and the rest of the boys skated onto the ice. ilya's eyes immediately searched for his family. the moment victor saw ilya he began clapping his hands and bouncing in your lap, "papa, papa!" he cheered.

"i know, love." you nodded, letting out a relieved sigh.

ilya looked up at you and waved. he blew a few kisses, one to each of you. in response, mila and victor blew kisses back, waved, and smiled brightly down at him.

after a while, ilya had to get back to practice, so he blew one last is then skated off to the net, "see, bebe. i told you we would see him again." you pressed a kiss to the top of his head. victor only giggled and played with his stuffed animal and your hands.

after the game and a win, you gathered your stuff, picked up both of your children, and headed down to the tunnel. mila was already asleep but victor was wide awake and up way past his bedtime.

he held onto your neck as you spoke with a few of the other girls. he let out a squeal when he saw ilya come out of the locker room, "okay, victor. inside voices." you told him, setting him down.

the moment his feet were stable, he was running into his father's arms, "oh, bebe." he pressed a kiss to his head.

the sight was witnessed by all the other girls and a few players who had come out before ilya. victor, who was now shy, hid his face in his father's neck.

you smiled at the sight and picked up your bag before saying goodbye to camille and ashlee. you led ilya to your car where he placed a now sleeping victor in his car seat.

"bye, see you at home." you smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips.

"see you at home," he repeated, smiling into the kiss.

"you did good tonight," you told him as you got into your car. he only smirked and walked towards the other parking lot where he was parked.

[ilyasorokinn]

I’m a few days late for the celly but when you have time I’d love to see more Sorokin, Party of 4 about Mila’s first hockey game, maybe an insta edit?

No pressure though!

SHE DID HAVE FUN!

i wrote a blurb to go with the edit just cause i was in the mood 🤪

“SOROKIN, PARTY OF FOUR” SERIES MASTERLIST

tw: children/kids

mila was only a few months old, so she didn't know what her dad did. all she did know was she had a lot of friends and she didn't get to see her dad that often.

"tonight is a big night, mimi. it's your first game!" you cooed happily as you bounced her up and down. she giggled, clapping her hands.

she didn't understand anything that was happening that night, but all she did know was you were making funny faces and they were funny to her.

"papa is very excited." you peppered her face with kisses, "and you'll get to all your friends. winnie and ruby and all those guys." ilya had left a few hours earlier for the game, suited up in his gameday suit looking snazzy.

he presses kisses to both your heads, a happy smile on his face as he gathered his stuff then said his goodbyes.

"let's go get you ready." you pressed a kiss to her head. you slipped on a little jersey that said 'daddy, 30' on the back while you slipped into your 'sorokin' jersey.

you arrived at the stadium. ilya had gotten you seats near the glass so he could see you and mila. you were seated next to a close friend of yours, so things weren't awkward.

you beamed and pointed to the glass as ilya skated over, "look, mimi, there's papa." you pointed.

she squealed and clapped her hands. he skated over and took off his helmet. he waved, blowing her a kiss. she slapped her hands on the glass. ilya put his hand up to her's.

you held mila up to the glass as she and her father had their moment. ilya eventually had to get back to practice, so he blew you both one last kiss before skating off.

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[ilyasorokinn]

Hi! Can I please request from the kisses prompt list number 22 with Ilya Sorokin? Thank you in advance 😊

RAINY NEW YEARS

so, this is totally a new year's themed blurb, so happy new year to everyone!

it was a wet and rainy new year in new york. it had been raining the last couple of days, so when it said it was gonna rain on new years eve and day, you were a little disappointed.

it's not like you and ilya had any plans or parties to go to, but whenever it rained, it changed the mood of things.

"i got champagne," you announced, walking into your apartment, where ilya was lounging.

"for what?" he asked.

"for the new year, silly." you laughed, setting it carefully in the fridge.

"why? it's just gonna be the two of us." he looked confused.

"all the more reason to celebrate," you told him, unpacking the rest of the groceries you had just purchased, and moving to sit next to him on the couch.

"did you get cheesecake too?" he asked.

"yeah, i grabbed the last one. almost had to fight off an old lady." you smiled.

"did you really?"

"no." you shook your head, chuckling, "i did grab the last one, but i didn't have to fight off anyone."

later that night, you and ilya were snuggled up on the couch watching the holiday. ilya didn't quite understand your love for romcoms, but throughout the years of your relationship, he learned to just accept it and watch them with you.

you glanced over at the clock and noticed it was nearing midnight. you could already hear a few pops from fireworks from outside.

you threw the blanket off your lap and ran over to the balcony of your apartment, "what are you doing, любовь?" he asked.

"i want to watch the firework show," you told him.

"it's pouring rain." ilya pointed out.

"it'll be worth it." you beamed.

ilya joined you, immediately getting doused in rain, but he stood by your side and waited for the show. you checked your watch, "three, two, one." you counted down, then looked up to ilya.

"happy new year." you smiled.

"happy new year." he smiled, leaning down and kissing you, letting the rain pour down around you.

you pulled away when you heard the first explosion of fireworks. ilya smiled, leaning his head down on your head as you stood in the pouring rain, admiring the fireworks show and pointing out your favorites.

okay, sorry this kind of sucked.

translations: любовь - love

[ilyasorokinn]

ILYA WOULD BE THE BESTEST DUDE TO BABY SIT WITH

I HAVE NO PROOF BUT I'M RIGHT

like imagine you're babysitting like your siblings little baby girl and boy, and you're feeling a little overwhelmed so he stops by with treats from that one cafe you both like bc if you like it then they must like it too! and both of the kiddos absolutely LOVE him after he brings them the treats, and they have him play with them while you get dinner ready, and at the end of the night you're all passed out on the couch with a kid in your lap while a movie is playing-

BABYSITTING DUTIES

kesh, this is so cute 🥺

tw: children

your niece and nephew, little andrew, and kara were over at your apartment while your sister and brother-in-law had a day to themselves.

the knock on your door signaled that your family was at the door. you wiped your hands on a towel and made your way to the door.

as soon as you opened the door, “auntie y/n!” kara exclaimed, letting go of her mother’s hand, and jumping into your arms.

“oof.” you groaned, wrapping your arms around her little body, “hi, dove.” you kissed her head, then looked over to andrew, “hi, bud.”

“hi, auntie.” he beamed, hugging you.

“okay, so you know their schedule. what they’re allergic to-“

“i know what i’m doing. they’re my niece and nephew,” you reassured your sister.

“right, right.” she nodded, looking nervous. she looked down at her kids, “bye, my babies. i’ll see you tonight.” she kissed both of their heads.

“bye, mommy.” they kissed her cheek and waved to her as they ran into your apartment to play. you smiled at your sister, and waved, shutting the door.

“auntie y/n?” kara asked.

“yes, dove?” you asked.

“where’s ilya?” she asked, a pout forming on her little face.

“oh, he’s at work. he’ll be home later tonight,” you reassured her.

“will we get to see him?” andrew asked.

“yeah, he’ll be home a little after lunch,” you told them, brushing a piece of hair out of kara’s face.

things, from that moment on, went swimmingly. as lunchtime got closer, you felt a headache start to form, and that should’ve been the red flag that things would start going bad.

andrew and kara, accidentally of course, broke a lamp in your living room, which you reassured them over and over it was okay.

then, while chasing your dog bodie around, they spilled the water from his bowl. and to add on to everything, which in hindsight doesn’t seem so bad, your headache just kept getting worse and worse.

you put on a movie as you attempted to get lunch together. your phone rang as you put water into a pot. you almost cried when you saw who it was on the other line.

“hey.” you answered.

“how’s my beautiful girlfriend?” ilya asked.

“she’s really tired, and would be doing a lot better if her amazing and handsome boyfriend could come home with some food.” you smiled.

“well, he will be home soon, and sure to have some food for you. any requests in particular?” he asked.

“no, anything is good, well, kid-friendly preferably.”

“i’ll stop by the cafe, your favorite one. if you like it, then they probably will, too.” you smiled.

“thank you, i love you.”

“i love you, too. i’ll be home in 30 with a few grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup.”

true to his word, ilya came home in 30 minutes, two to-go bags of food with him, “hey, i’m home!” he announced.

kara and andrew bolted from the couch to greet him, “hi, hi, hi.” he greeted them with a smile.

“uncle ilya!” they cheered. he handed you the bags, and let the kids climb all over him.

“how was your day?” he asked.

“good, we had chocolate muffins for breakfast.” kara exclaimed.

“oh, the one’s auntie y/n made?” he asked, to which they responded with head nods, “oh, those are good.”

“lunchtime!” you exclaimed. ilya picked up both kids, and carried them over to the kitchen island, and set them on the stools.

the four of you enjoyed your lunch, discussing what the kids had done in school earlier in the week. after lunch ago, your headache was starting to disappear.

the rest of the day went on swimmingly. you went to the park, got some ice cream, and the kids took their nap after the park.

after dinner, the kids wanted to watch a movie, which you had nothing against. they decided on “finding nemo.”

halfway through the movie, kara, who was laying next to bodie, had fallen asleep, andrew close after.

you laid your head on ilya’s shoulder as you let out a yawn, “you tired?” you nodded, leaning further into his shoulder.

he pressed a kiss to your head, “go to sleep.” he whispered. you repositioned yourself so you were laying in his lap. it took, not even a few seconds for you to fall asleep.

a few hours later, your sister and her husband opened the door to your apartment with the key you had gifted them.

they followed the light and noise to the living room and found a cute sight. andrew and kara were asleep on one couch with bodie, while you and ilya were wrapped up in each other’s arms, also asleep.

your sister smiled, snapping a photo. she and her husband worked on turning off the tv, throwing a blanket over you, and picking up their kids.

she placed a kiss on your head and made sure to lock your door when she left.

i’m sad, and mourning. i’m hope this makes some of your happy <3

it’s ilya day!

[ilyasorokinn]

saying not so common phrases and ilya always asking you what they mean........AND him teaching you russian

ash 🥺 okay, i know a lot of people don’t use these sayings, but these are the only ones i could think of lol

“christ on a cracker!” you exclaimed

ilya popped his head into the kitchen, alarmed and confused

“what?” he asked

“it’s nothing, i just burned my finger.” you ran your finger under cold water

“no, no, what does “christ on a cracker” mean?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowed together

you chucked, “it’s just a saying.” you told him

a few weeks later, you were walking down the street, when something caught your eye, “holy mackerel!” your eyes widened

“what? what is it?” ilya asked, again looking confused and kind of scared

“look at that!” you pointed to a bookstore across the street, “it has so many floors.” you exclaimed, still in awe

“you wanna go in?” ilya asked

“um, yeah.” you nodded, not even waiting for him as you crossed the street

the same words you had said were running through his mind

he was very confused

“what does “holy mackerel” mean?” he asked as you got ready for bed

“it’s just a saying.” you told him, “like you’re shocked. it’s just something we said in my house growing up.”

over the past couple of weeks, you had been using a bunch of different sayings, and ilya was just getting confused

you were sitting at the kitchen table, having breakfast

“y/n?” he asked

“hmm?” you hummed

“i was thinking, you’ve been teaching me all these sayings, and i was thinking i could teach you some russian.” he suggested

you began to smile, “really?”

“really.” he nodded

“okay, let’s do it.”

it’s ilya day!

this definitely isn’t the best thing i’ve written, but i hope you enjoy it.

[ilyasorokinn]

Ilya always turns into a little kid anywhere you take him somewhere new on the island. He's always taking photos of everything and everything, including you, and he has this smile on his face, and he's just so intrigued about everything, and he asks loads of questions and so you always have like these mini 'tourist' dates for him and ugh

TOURISTS FOR A DAY

i love this so much 🥺💗

ilya had moved to a new city and a new environment. it was all very confusing and very fast but lucky for him, he had you, his very supportive, smart girlfriend.

you had lived in new york for a few years, so you knew your way around pretty well. you knew what to avoid at midnight and which trains to take.

you walked out of your bedroom, wearing a baseball hat, and a small backpack, “are you going somewhere?” ilya asked.

“we’re going somewhere.” you corrected.

“okay then, where are we going?” ilya asked.

“we’re going to be tourists for the day.” you smirked, “come on, you’ve lived here for almost 6 months, and you haven’t seen the city in all its glory.”

“what do you have in mind?” he asked.

“well, we’re gonna do a little subway riding, sightseeing, eat some pizza.” you listed.

“how long have you been planning this?” he asked.

“a few days.” you shrugged, “oh, and you also have to wear this.” you tossed one of those “i ❤️ nyc” shirts, and slapped a matching hat on his head, “see! now we match!” you giggled.

“fine.” he playfully rolled his eyes and went to the bedroom to get ready.

to tell the truth, ilya was really excited. he had been wanting to see the city in all its glory for months, but he just never found the time.

the first thing you took him to do was get coffee. it was a necessity. after the coffee was secured, you walked hand-in-hand towards the subway.

“so, you gonna tell me where we’re going?” he asked.

“it was supposed to be a surprise.” you poured, “i’m not gonna tell you what we’re doing.”

“fine.” he followed you down to the trains. you got your tickets and boarded the train. ilya took in all his surroundings.

he let you sit down in a seat, while he held onto the handrails above. ilya captured every moment with his phone. taking photos of you, selfies, of the train moving.

“this is our stop.” you gathered your stuff. he stopped you by taking your backpack, and slinging it over his shoulder, “you don’t have to do that.”

“i know, but i’m a supportive boyfriend.” he shrugged, helping you up, and letting you exit the train first.

you walked up the stairs, and the moment he looked around, he chuckled, “times square?”

“what better place to start?” you shrugged. ilya, all throughout the day, snapped photos of you, the places around him, just being a tourist.

he had the true new york experience. you got bagels, pizza, even more coffee.

“thank you for today.” ilya smiled at you as he gripped your hand. the two of you were riding him on the subway.

“i hope you had a good day.” you leaned your head on his shoulder.

“i had a great day.” he smiled, kissing your head.

“i’m glad.” you sighed, closing your eyes and letting out a yawn.

it’s ilya day!

[ilyasorokinn]

ILYA WITH A S/O IN A BAND !! HE WOULD BE SO PROUD OF THEM ALWAYS !! WOULD DEF WEAR MERCH AH PLEASEE

SUPPORTIVE BOYFRIEND

okay YES

i want to make it known i know nothing about being in a band. i took piano lessons for like 3-4 years, so that’s the extent of my music knowledge.

you and your friends formed a band in high school. of course, it wasn’t very successful, but soon you were booked for school parties, regular parties, etc. in high school, you had come up with the name “the widows” and it sort of just stuck.

you met ilya while on you in new york. you were performing at madison square garden, which was your biggest arena performance ever.

you were touring around the city and went to an islanders game. you and your other bandmates were even shown on the jumbotron and got to meet a few of the players, one of which being ilya.

from then on, things only got better. you and ilya had kept in contact, and started messaging and calling each other.

“what if we changed the f chord in the bridge?” your bandmate olivia suggested.

“yeah, that sounds good.” you all nodded in agreement, and went back into your positions to adjust to the change.

you worked for the next couple of hours in that one song until you were satisfied with the outcome, “okay, girls, that’s enough.” your main singer, grace announced, “let’s call it a night. we have a long day tomorrow.”

“only because you’re making us get up early. we don’t have to wake up early. ilya said he’s free all day.” olivia whined.

grace rolled her eyes, “all of you, up at 9:00.” she pointed to each of you, looking you in the eyes.

“yes, mom.” you all spoke in unison.

“i hate you all.” she said jokingly, to which you all laughed.

“we love you too, gracey.” all four of you piled in for a hug.

you gathered all your stuff, and met up with ilya outside the studio, “hi, lovey.”

“hi.” he smiled, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your head.

“bye, y/n.” your bandmates all waved to you, “see you tomorrow ilya.”

“bye, girls.” you blew them kisses and waved to them. ilya smiled to all of them and waved.

you went back to ilya’s apartment and crashed as soon as you hit the bed. ilya tucked you into bed that night. he took off your shoes, and as careful as possible changed you into comfier clothes.

the next morning, you let out a groan when you heard your alarm go off, “no.” you moaned, turning away from the noise, and into the warmth of ilya’s chest.

he laughed, holding you close and reaching over turning off the alarm, “we gotta get up, любовь.” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“no, we don’t. we can tell grace you died, then we won’t have to go anywhere.” you gave him a sleepy smile.

“yeah, i don’t think that’s gonna work.” ilya smiled back, kissing your head again.

“we could try.” you shrugged.

“that’s not gonna work, любовь.” he repeated.

“you’re no fun.” you pouted.

he sat up and pulled the comforter off of his body. he the. pulled it off of your body, “come on.”

“fine.” you groaned, throwing your legs off the bed, and making your way to the bathroom.

later that night, you were repping a sorokin jersey. you were standing in the hallway with all the other partners as you waited for your boyfriend.

inside the locker room, ilya was unpacking a bag he had brought, “hey, what’s with all the merch?” anders asked when he saw the goaltender pulling out all the shirts and hats.

“it’s y/n’s band’s merch,” he answered, showing his team the design. all the other guys crowded around to see the merch. ilya began handing out the shirts, hats, and hoodies to his teammates.

almost 20 minutes later, the first guy walked out wearing the widows merch, “oh, my god.” you gasped, covering your mouth then letting out a laugh.

the other girls looked over, and saw the shirt he was wearing, “did ilya give you that?” you asked, a smile on your face.

“he’s a proud boyfriend.” casey shrugged, a smile on his face.

soon, all the other guys began filing out of the locker room, repping more of the widows merch. you let out a laugh as you saw the guys, you had become close to, come out in your merch.

eventually, ilya came out wearing a proud smile on his face and a the widows hat on his head. you smiled at him and made your way over to him.

“i’m glad we put all the merch to good use.” you smiled.

“i’m glad too.” he smiled back. you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug.

“thank you for being such a supportive boyfriend.”

“your welcome, любовь. thank you for being such a supportive girlfriend,” he smirked.

“your welcome.”

translations - любовь - love