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    He has roughly fifteen minutes of soccer left.

    He could just sit here and watch the game like a normal person.

    Or.

    “It’s actually been kind of a rough year for them,” he says, letting his voice drop a little. Sun Hat Lady immediately leans in closer. “Like, they almost didn’t make it.”

    “Oh no,” she breathes. “Oh, honey.”

    “Yeah, it was… I mean, I don’t want to get into it.” He absolutely wants to get into it. “But basically, Theo— my little brother, number seven, the one who keeps—”

    A whistle blows. Theo’s committed another foul. This one might actually be assault — Chris isn’t a legal expert but Theo basically used that kid as a speed bump.

    “—doing that. So, Theo wasn’t planned. And when my dad, the blonde one, told my other dad, it was like…” Chris exhales wearily, having seen too much. “They were struggling. Communication issues. You know how it is.”

    Sun Hat Lady nods gravely. She knows how it is.

    Or,
    Sometimes you have to make up a story and involve some soccer moms to get your stupid dad and his stupid best friend to kiss.

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    14 Jul 2026

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    “I can’t sleep,” Spooky Doorway Eddie says. “Can we just keep fighting tomorrow?”

    The annoyance drops from a boil to a simmer. He reaches for the covers, holding up a corner in an invitation for a temporary truce. “I’m still mad at you.”

    “I know,” Eddie offers, crossing the room and slipping beneath the sheets. “I’m mad at you, too.”

     

    Or, a first fight and a truce.

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    26 Jun 2026

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    Shane Hollander ✅ @shanehollanderofficial 
    I’ve seen many publications over the years speculating on my own, and my husband’s, hockey stats and accolades in relation to our romantic relationship and when the public assumes it started. 

    We don’t owe this to anyone. But we’ve also been playing professional hockey for seventeen years and we’ve both run out of ahem, cares to give.

    On the right is a photograph from the behind the scenes of our joint CCM advertisement in July of 2010. This photo predates the hundreds of combined accomplishments listed on the left. 

    Oh, and it was also taken about six hours before our first kiss. 

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    or; a year from retirement and out of fucks to give, shane reveals their timeline to twitter in response to the latest speculatory article on their relationship. hollanovs across the world rejoice, centaurs celebrate their beloved dads, and former teammates share the not-so-subtle clues they missed the first time.

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    22 Jun 2026

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    “You said Rozanov is a great captain,” one of the reporters says, deviating from the usual script. “What makes him one? Do you think he’s better than you?”

    If Ilya was here, Shane would immediately answer with a negative. He would also let Ilya be the one to brag about his many, many accomplishments, and maybe banter with him about who’s got more.

    But Ilya’s not here.

    And Shane is bored.

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    Shane spends a post game interview explaining that his husband is the best captain in the league and accidentally starts a hashtag.

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    04 Jun 2026

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    Shane has never heard the sounds coming from Ilya’s mouth before.

    He watches, enraptured, as Ilya tips his head back, soft curls bouncing, and lets out a wild moan. And wild is very much the word. It’s nearly feral, the way he seems completely uninhibited, the sound coming from somewhere deep within him.

    “Hollander,” he says, when his mouth is empty. “I don’t think I could love you more.” And then he digs his fingers back into the bag of Dill & Pickle Lays, ordered special from Russia, and crunches around another wild moan.

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    04 Jun 2026