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    “Okay,” Farah began, “We can announce your relationship in two ways. We can hard launch it, like ripping off a bandaid. Or we…soft launch. Slowly. Very slowly. Give people time to wrap their heads around the idea, so that by the time you guys announce your relationship, most people will be expecting it.”

    Later that week, Shane Hollander @shanehollander24 posted: Great game tonight @realrozanov but don’t get your hopes up when Montreal’s in town.

    Thirty seconds later, Milly @shaydenforever replied: i’m screaming not my baby shane’s first post in a year being a chirp keep the PR friendship alive

    Thuy @hollanderposting: I just know his momager yuna (affectionate) put a gun to his head and said “if you really cared about your charity getting donations you’d be more active on social media” and you know what. God bless. 🙏

    Or, a social media fic in a world where Shane and Ilya didn't get outed and instead decided to soft launch their relationship

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    20 Jan 2026

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    He walked back to the living room, where Jackie and Hayden were standing, having a whispered conversation, Shane’s jacket folded over Jackie’s arm. They stopped talking and turned to Shane as he entered.

    “Hey, bud,” said Hayden slowly, not moving.

    “Uh, do you want me to leave?” asked Shane, gesturing to his jacket, panic rising in his throat.

    “What? No. No. Absolutely not. We were afraid you’d try and sneak out of here, so I grabbed your coat and keys,” explained Jackie.

    “Oh,” said Shane, letting out a shaky laugh as he ran his hand through his hair. “Good call. I can’t say it didn’t cross my mind.”

     

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    Ilya has a new philosophy in how he picks fights, Shane doesn’t understand the appeal of a moral victory, and Hayden is so fucking glad he married Jackie.

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    19 Jan 2026

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    Episode Four: Shane tries something new to help Ilya come down from the stressful phone call with his dad. 

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    “You want to try something.” Ilya was still reeling from the call with his dad, but managed a nod. “Ok. What is it?”  

    “Well, if you want,“ Shane hesitated, half afraid Ilya would laugh at him for asking, half embarrassed over how bad he wanted to do it. “You can tell me if you don’t like it.” 

    “I like everything you do.” Ilya countered bluntly. “Hollander, everything you do is good. Why are you–” 

    “Can I hold you?” Shane asked, and Ilya didn’t understand, “You want to hold me?”

    “Yeah.” Shane slid off the couch to kneel on the floor.  “Like this.” He pulled Ilya’s pants down slowly, licking his lips and exhaling audibly shaky when he saw Ilya’s cock lying soft but thick against his thigh. “Can I hold you,” he inched closer between Ilya’s spread knees, running his fingers over his bottom lip in a purposeful invitation, “Like this?” 

    “Oh fuck.” Ilya gulped. “Yes.”

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    18 Jan 2026

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    Ilya trips during practice and gives himself a bloody nose.

    Shane can never ever know why.

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    17 Jan 2026

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    “The fuck are you wearing, Roz?” 

    Ilya jerked his head up and turned around. Cliff Marleau was staring at him with a puzzled expression.

    “A t-shirt, Marly,” Ilya said. “You’ve heard of them?” 

    “Why the fuck are you wearing a Metros shirt though?” Marleau crossed his arms across his chest. 

    What? 

    Ilya was about to retort, something about Marleau taking too many hits to the head, but when he glanced down, he was surprised, then horrified to see the red and blue Montreal Metros logo in the dead centre of his white shirt. 

    Shane’s white shirt. 

    Fuck.

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