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    JJ didn't think the others saw it. Hayden, maybe, but Jackie was the only WAGs's name Shane had committed to memory so Hayden never brought it up. JJ didn't have a wife or girlfriend. He had his hookups and the names of the best restaurants in each city they player in. If JJ had a dog, Shane would probably mix its name up with Drapeau's. The others didn't get that however pathetic or sad they might think Shane, Shane thought the same of them tenfold when they missed shots at practice or ate fast food on weekdays. Shane wasn't being prissy or funny when he said, don't embarass me—JJ still doesn't know exactly what it was, but he doesn't care to find out.

    Shane had poured everything into his team (possessively: it was his team) and he asked them to give it back that day, so they delivered. When Shane smiled at them afterwards, it felt like love.

    Character study on neurotic batshit hardass Captain Shane Hollander. The awe-inspiring and aloof Canadian Hockey Jesus Shane Hollander. Unwilling MLH sex icon Shane Hollander, the face on many mens' dart boards.

    or, JJ on the enigma of (his feelings for) Shane Hollander over the years.

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    Shane wears a WAG jacket. That's it. That's the fic.

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    The Metros make a request of Shane: can he wait ten, fifteen minutes before he gets in the shower after practice? Just so the rest of them can shower first? It's only fair that they get to go first, since they have wives and girlfriends waiting for them at home, and obviously they can't shower at the same time. They wouldn't want Shane checking them out, or anything.

    Shane gets the vicious crashout he deserves and gives the (individualized, highly personal) callouts the Metros deserve.

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    And deep down, Ilya knows how Comeau figured it out. It's what he's been worried about since the cottage.

    He can no longer hide the way he looks at Shane.

    He'd tried so carefully to school his features into something indifferent. Ilya has always been proud of how stoic and neutral he can make his features. He considers it his Slavic superpower.

    But then Shane had made a pass to Comeau that was so fucking quick and brilliant that Ilya hadn't even seen it coming. He'd glanced over to look at Shane and he had felt so much love and admiration towards his boyfriend at that moment. It had taken him a beat or two to replace it with a look of indifference.

     

    Or, Ilya accidentally outs his and Shane's relationship to their teams after he kicks Comeau's ass on the ice because he insults Shane. Both men spend a few days together in domestic bliss while they figure out how to navigate the situation. Things escalate quickly. But like... In a loving way.

    Alternate timeline where they're not caught by Shane's dad at the cottage.

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    The first sound Ilya hears is a thin, discordant symphony of beeps and whirs. Something vibrating. 

    The next thing he hears is…wet. A sort of shaking, gargling sound, that feels like the ugliest crying he’s ever heard. And through it, Shane’s voice. 

    “I’m with him now, mom. He’s— he’s not fine. He’s not. I know—”

    Ilya wants to ask who's not fine, but he can’t feel his own body, his mouth, enough to ask.

    “Yeah,” Shane is saying, only slightly calmer. “I know. He wasn’t breathing—"

    Ilya knows there's a link, between the clinical musicality of medical settings, Shane’s audible, awful distress, and his own physical incapacity. It’s just, it’s so tenuous, and the air around him is so thick, so heavy. It would be easy, to sleep, a little. 

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    Footage of the last game between Ottawa and Montreal is everywhere; it’s breached containment from the sports world, and now it seems like everyone is baying for Montreal’s blood. Except, Ilya is oblivious. Not exactly blissfully so, but as the fight for accountability within the league rages on without him, Ilya just wants someone, anyone, to tell him what happened.

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