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Interview Host - Randy: Would you want to kiss Scott Hunter? Ilya Rozanov: What? No. I kiss Shane Hollander, not Scott Hunter Ilya Rozanov: Oh. Fuck
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In which Shane has a one night stand and tries to find him through twitter. Shane @ShaneH24 Dear twitter, i am looking for a guy that fucked me super duper well on the 14th september around 1am. He had golden curly hair and his ass was huge and he was hot. Also 6ft. Please and thanks, The guy who needs to be railed again.
- Part 1 of Hollanov Social Media AUs
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A Twitter-fic companion piece to "I'm Reading Your Lips (You're Speaking My Language)" set post-chapter 3—will NOT make sense without reading that first and WILL spoil the story for you!
- Part 2 of Competition is Better With a Friend
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Ilya looks over from the sofa as Jackie heads into the living room, perking up in interest. “You are calling Pike? Was good play today. You remembered how to score! Well done.”
Hayden groans. "Rozanov? Dude, what are you doing in my fucking house?
"It is girls' night," Ilya informs him primly. "I am one of girls."
Or: Game day at the Pike house.
- Part 2 of You Have (81) Unread Messages
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All the Things They Said by kabnd
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-21
Hayden writes three rules at the top of the blank note. 1. This note is for Hollander-Rozanov rivalry documentation only. Keep all beef on the ice or in the DMs 2. Whatever you do, do not let Hollander or Rozanov see this. It will undermine the sanctity of the project 3. Make sure you include who is speaking Hayden writes the first entry. Pike: Hollander, your commercial with Rozanov is so weird. Like who sat there and thought that making you guys stare at each other would sell shit? Hollander: I was supposed to do it alone. Wilson: Damn, they wanted that first and second pick, That’s gotta hurt. Pike: Did they make you stare into his eyes, Shane? It looks like it. Hollander: That would be unprofessional. I’m professional. Completely professional. He’s an asshole. OR: To document the best moments of what promises to be one of hockey’s greatest rivalries, Shane and Ilya’s teammates start a shared note of the things they say and do with regard to each other. But when Hayden learns something new, he realizes that hindsight is twenty- twenty, and maybe what was written down means more than he thought.
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BREAKING: Shane Hollander has ADMITTED to sleeping with Teddy Bears by leaveittome
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-21
JOHN - Interviewer: Do you feel any emotions towards the Boston Raiders after they injured you, and took you out of the playoffs? Shane Hollander: I feel a lot of emotions towards their team. JOHN - Interviewer: Any in specific? Shane Hollander: Romantic feelings. JOHN - Interviewer: Uh. Romantic? What does that mean? (Presumed) Yuna Hollander: Please excuse him. He’s concussed.
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love is a drug by WhatAreDeadlines
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-21
“Someone you really like came to visit you today?” the nurse repeats. “That’s wonderful, Mr. Hollander.” Never in his life has Ilya blushed. Russians do not do this. If they did, though, Ilya would be doing it now. “Is it someone special?” ---------------- (Shane is high as a kite from painkillers. Ilya lingers after he leaves his room to make sure Shane doesn't give them away. Missing scene from Episode 5)
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Via Marc Desjardins When asked about support systems for Hollander following his trade to Ottawa, Pike appeared to begin saying "Shane's—" before abruptly stopping himself and substituting "Shane's rival, Rozanov," in reference to the well-documented on-ice rivalry between Hollander and Boston captain Ilya Rozanov. The 30-year-old defenseman then launched into what observers are calling an "increasingly frantic" explanation of the Hollander-Rozanov rivalry, complete with nervous laughter and visible perspiration. "I was going to say Rozanov," Pike insisted when pressed on the awkward pause. "Obviously. Since we were just playing Boston last week, and Shane always—he's very focused on beating Boston. Because of the rivalry. The hockey rivalry. That they have. In hockey." Where Hayden says something he didn't mean to, and chaos ensues.
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r/Bottoms
First Time Bottoming…
Shane_Hollander24: 7 years agoshaneswood: 2 days ago
ur telling me shane hollander has been on reddit this whole time talking about bottoming and we only JUST found out?- Part 2 of reddit verse
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r/help In love with my boyfriend, not sure what to do about it? by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-20
HockeyLover12: 1 day ago
Hilarious how this Shane Hollander fan account just randomly decided to confess his gay love right after Scott Hunter did itShane_Hollander24: 1 day ago
Right yeah fan account! Yep that’s right !HahaShane_Hollander24: 1 day ago
Out of curiosity how do i delete a post.- Part 1 of reddit verse
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Max stands, pacing again, and says, “I mean, what do I do? I can’t tell them I know now. It’s way too late for that.” “It’s really okay,” Troy says far too optimistically. “It’s not that big of a deal.” “Yeah, you can say that because you're not the one who heard Ilya tell Shane he misses his slutty little mouth." Or: The Centaurs' newest rookie speaks Russian. It's too bad that Shane and Ilya don't know that. Read in Russian here!
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please leave a message by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-19
Sarah
Does anyone have the number for Shane's girl from Boston? I feel bad that they've been seeing each other for this long and we've never added her here.Jackie
Oh good point! Let me ask Hayden.Jackie has added Lily to the conversation
Lily
what
what is thisOr: Ilya Rozanov is, apparently, one of the girls.
- Part 1 of You Have (81) Unread Messages
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Shane does a follow up interview. One of those slice of life things he did a few years ago at his cottage. He´s adamant nothing in his life has changed. Set a few years after canon.
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Butt Cream and Sprankle Glitter by ThePromptWasntThisLong (shredded_potato)
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-17
“Arti-SEE-anal butt cream cake,” Ilya says, louder, stubbornly proud. “What? Why you laugh? They say it is arti-SEE-anal butt cream frosting. I say same thing.” Shane pinches the bridge of his nose. “Buttercream, Ilya. Butter-cream.” A sprinkle-shot challenge, a toddler-esque fight with JJ, and a fake fireplace later, Shane realizes this might be the best birthday ever. Shane spends the afternoon leaning against the kitchen counter with loops of icing ideas running through his brain, because he knows Ilya has been pacing for ten minutes straight. Pacing is not new in their apartment—post-game pacing, pre-game pacing, pacing whenever Shane leaves a stray sock on the floor—but this pacing is special. Ilya mutters words in Russian, then French, then some mashed-up bastardization that probably counts as a new dialect. His phone screen glows in his palm, speaker volume turned up so loud the hold music hisses thinly through the kitchen. “‘Froosteenk,’” he snarls at the air, rolling his eyes to the ceiling like the light fixture personally offended him. Shane leans on the island and smirks. “It’s ‘frosting.’” “That is what I say.” Ilya swipes his hand through the air. “Froosteenk.” “Listen, it’s froooosting. Lengthen the vowel.” Ilya scowls harder and jabs the phone screen. “Do not correct me. I know words. I am four languages.” “You are four languages,” Shane says. “You are also saying ‘frosting’ like it murdered your mother.” Ilya spins, the cord on their kitchen window blinds tangling around his forearm as he walks. The operator finally picks up—some cheerful woman whose voice sits at the pitch only golden retriever puppies can hear. “Hello, this is Kara at Sweet Slice Bakery. How can I help—” “I want big cake with…with…” Ilya loses it, hand waving, brows furrowing. “You know. Happy birthday Shane. Chocolate inside. White…” He hesitates. “White…froosteenk.” There is a tiny pause from Kara. “I’m sorry?” Ilya huffs out a breath, glances at Shane, then stomps toward him with the phone held out like it might catch fire. “They make me talk nonsense. I have NHL contract but cannot say cake.” He thrusts the phone at Shane’s chest. Shane takes it, biting his lip to stifle laughter, and switches to the smooth, effortless tone of a man conquering cake orders. “Hi, sorry, uhm, he wants a chocolate cake with vanilla frosting, twelve-inch round, simple ‘Happy birthday, Shane’ in blue piping.” He listens, nodding, wraps an arm around Ilya’s waist when Ilya leans against him like a scowling oak tree. “Pickup Friday morning works.” Kara sweetly confirms and the call ends. Shane hangs up, sets the phone on the counter, and turns toward Ilya with blatant glee. “There. Cake secured. And no one accidentally ordered ‘frosted sin’.” Ilya’s eyes narrow. “That is what she thinks I say?” “You mangled it so hard it sounded like ‘frosted sin.’ Which...honestly sounds delicious. Maybe you invented a new dessert.” “I am terrifying athlete. I fight bears in Siberia.” Ilya grabs Shane by the waist and lifts him until his butt hits the counter. “Little stubborn Hollywood boy should fear me.” The smug retort Shane stored up dissolves when Ilya leans in and kisses him, a smooth mouth pressing against Shane’s and humming softly. Shane curls his fingers in Ilya’s hair and nips his lower lip. “My big, scary Russian,” he murmurs against the kiss, tone thick with affection, “defeated by buttercream.” Friday morning rolls in with the bakery’s doorway chime squealing like a bird with a sinus infection, and Ilya ducks his six-foot-three frame beneath the string of paper cupcakes hanging across the ceiling. He announces himself to the bewildered teenager behind the counter by slapping both palms on the glass and declaring, “We are here for froosteenk doom.” Shane, who is still rubbing sleep out of his eyes, takes a leisurely half-step forward. “We’re picking up the Hollander order.” He flashes the employee a smile so easy the kid practically levitates to the back room. Ilya folds his arms, eyes on the cake boxes lining the counter, chest puffed like the bakery is his arena. “Ask them for extra…sprankle glitter,” he says under his breath. “Sprankle glitter?” “You know. The crunchy little sugar people.” “Sugar…people.” “Yes. You put on top. Sprankle glitter.” Ilya nods with solemn conviction. Shane has no idea what sprankle glitter might be, but he would arm-wrestle every pastry chef in the city if that is what it took to keep this glower directed at desserts. “We’ll see what they have,” he says, palms up, when the box is presented like a sacred relic. The design is simple, blue script gliding over white icing, perfect for the team dinner they’ll hold later. Ilya stares at the words, the corners of his mouth twitching upward, his thumb rubbing over the cardboard lid like he just landed a hat trick. The kid looks at Ilya the way people look at grizzlies in national parks. “Do you, um, need anything else?” Ilya clears his throat. “Do you sell sprankle glitter?” Shane can’t help himself. “He means sprinkles.”
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Jane: Let’s Play 8Ball! Lily: what the fuck is this Jane: It’s a text game Jane: You have to download the app Lily: and y r u sending it 2 me Jane: It’s not a big deal “lily” Jane: Play or don’t play, see if I care
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Last night had been the bachelors’ party. And what a night it had been, what Ilya could remember of it.
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