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    He only realizes he’s doing it when it’s too late to stop.

    He’s standing in the drink aisle of the grocery store, checking the expiration dates on the cans of Coke, mentally cross-checking them with Boston’s away game schedule, and the reality hits him like someone shook one of those cans and popped it open. A snap. A fizz. A mess.

    Shane is making space for Ilya.

     

    (or, lessons in budget-friendly shopping, home decor, and resisting the urge to neatly combine all your situationship’s shit into a drawer in your bedroom because you might be falling in love with him: a seven-ish step guide by shane hollander, who is so, so fucked)

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    10 Mar 2026

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    Shane’s not even touching him, but Ilya moans out loud, dick twitching noticeably in his boxers. “Yes, okay, I will be good.”

    “You sure you can? Might be hard for you, Rozanov. I know how much you like to act like a dumb, horny rookie.”

    Ilya sucks his bottom lip in between his teeth and bites down, eyes flicking to the ceiling like he’s summoning some kind of divine strength. He draws in one long breath and releases it, meeting Shane’s gaze again. “I am dumb, horny rookie. I need to be taught a lesson. I hear you are best captain in NHL, yes?”

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    Shane, Ilya, rookie/captain role play <3

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    10 Mar 2026

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    “Do you want to know how it feels?”

    Shane let his hand fall back to the couch. He pushed himself up onto his elbows and lifted a brow at Rozanov. “What – holding the Cup? You’ve already made that joke once.”

    “No.” Rozanov’s fingers encircled Shane’s wrist and then he was pulling Shane’s hand between his legs.

     

    Or: Shane tops.

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    09 Mar 2026

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    "Well, Hollander. Winner gets to choose what we get up to tonight, as agreed, yes?"
    "Yes," he grumbles. Shane pulls his shirt off over his head in one move, folding it on the counter. "Where do you want me?"
    "For what? You think I want to fuck you?"
    "Uh...yes?"
    Rozanov gives an exaggerated stretch. "But I worked so hard out there, beating lovely Montreal asses. I'm tired. I think I will lie down and let you do work tonight."
    "You..." Shane's brain short-circuits. "Me do work?"
    "Yes, Hollander."
    "You want me to ride you?"
    "No," he says softly. "I want you to fuck me."

    Dom from the bottom Ilya x sub from the top Shane, in the ep4 montage situationship era

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    09 Mar 2026

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    “Hey, did you hear about Rozanov?”

    Shane’s head snaps up at the mention of the Boston captain, eyes locking with Hayden’s. His friend looks amused, motioning to his phone.

    “No, what about him?” Shane asks, trying to sound casual.

    “He got some girl’s name tattooed on his leg. Apparently he was out partying with his team after their win and got it done. An Instagram post is going viral about it.”

    or, Ilya gets a tattoo. Shane is very calm about it.

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    07 Mar 2026