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Yuna Marie Fujisawa Hollander always gets shit done.
As the eldest daughter and eldest cousin on both sides of the family, and as a second-generation immigrant, Yuna always – always – makes things happen.
Her younger brothers are being annoying little shits? She whipped them into shape.
Her parents’ shop wasn’t doing so well? She’d do her classmates’ Maths homework if they show proof they bought something that day.
Her scholarship to uni did not go through? She’d bust her ass off waiting tables and taking double shifts at the mall downtown.
The cute guy, David, at work, would not ask her out even though he is clearly in love with her, and she is the same? She told him where and when they’ll meet that weekend.
Their son, years later, was determined to pursue hockey as a career and be the best at it? Racists be damned - she’ll make damn sure that he’s on top, not just in the sport itself but also with endorsements (she and David really made a beautiful boy) and sponsorships, so that even though Shane decides to quit sooner rather than later, he’ll be set for life.
Her son is gay? No problem —
— and is dating his biggest rival and the league's bad boy Ilya Rozanov? Ok maybe that one needed a plan. But nothing she couldn’t handle, already mentally listing down the steps and who to contact as she got the details from the two.
Shane and Ilya got outed by fucking Brad? Yuna worked with Farah to put pressure on the brands by subtly threatening discrimination lawsuits and going public should they drop Shane and Ilya.
Whatever it was, Yuna solved it.
Yes, she recognised that some of the problems of her loved ones are unsolvable. Or at least, something she can not directly solve.
Like now, with her boys in front of her, tensed after a semi-disastrous interview. Ilya was at least eating the meal – a simple spaghetti bolognese – with gusto, but his right hand stayed on Shane’s thigh in a comforting gesture. Shane, meanwhile, had been twirling the spaghetti for the past ten minutes and kept his eye downcast.
“Solnyshko, you have to eat, yes?” Ilya said in between mouthfuls.
“I know, I just –” Shane answered, putting his fork down and pushing away his plate. He leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling.
“Shane, hey, it’s okay,” came Ilya’s comforting assurances as he set aside his meal, turned to his husband, and focused on rubbing Shane’s shoulders gently. Ilya was also murmuring in Russian, and though she doesn’t understand the language, the tone wraps around one like a hug.
Yuna and David exchanged glances. Unspoken words, but sincere nonetheless, of gratitude that Ilya came into their lives and has become their son’s anchor.
A minute later, Shane let out the biggest sigh and forced himself to sit properly. He picked up his fork and ate. “I’m sorry, I’m being churlish,” he started after swallowing the first bite.
Ilya cocked his head, just slightly, to the side as he tried to decipher something.
Shane, noticing the slight movement (and it was wonderful, wasn't it? That one gets to witness their son being so attuned to his husband’s, the love of his life, movements and needs that a small change can register clearly to his senses), looked at Ilya and supplied, “It means rude.”
Ilya smirked – the boys just turned 31 and yet certain actions, like that smirk, remind Yuna of the teenagers they once were – and teasingly told Shane, “Ah, but you are not good at being rude. What was that? You said sorry within two minutes. Me, I can be churlish for at least a day.”
Feeling and looking more and more like himself, Shane rolled his eyes. “That’s not a flex, Ilya.”
“Oooh, Mr Chronically Offline knows term ‘flex’.” Yuna and David chuckled when Ilya even did jazz hands at the word "flex".
“Ugh! Shut up, Rozanov!” He pinched Ilya’s arm as he protested.
“That’s more like it! Now you really are churlish.”
Shane went back to his plate, scowling, but a smile tugged at his lips even though he tried to hide it. They didn’t miss Ilya’s fond smile as his gaze lingered a beat more at Shane before turning back to his own plate.
The mood lifted considerably after that, and dinner became its usual affair. So much so that Yuna felt it safe to ask, when dessert came in, what happened.
“We were out with Rose for lunch, and I guess paparazzi got wind of it. Suddenly, they were all there outside the restaurant,” Shane explained. “Anyway, at first all the attention was on Rose, but this reporter –”
“Was not reporter, Shane. Paparazzi…nuisance.”
“Right, this paparazzi saw us and shouted over others about…last season.”
“Asked us question: do you think you play better before as rivals or now as husbands?”
“It’s just so tiring telling everyone that we are the same. That nothing changed.”
“Ah ah. We do play better now as husbands, moya lyubov. League was scared this season.”
Shane smiled briefly, and Yuna would have to agree. The chemistry on ice was another level, with no one knowing what lineup they would get, as not only were Shane and Ilya switching all the time (sometimes mid-game), but other teammates seemed to have started training secondary positions, too. Teams definitely avoided giving the Cens a chance for power play like it’s the plague. And rumours were swirling around the WAGs and HABs chats that players already dreaded playing against them when it was announced the two would be in the same team, and the fears seem to have amplified after that first game during preseason.
“You guys also won the Cup this year,” David pointed out, amused because it seemed like winning the Cup was the least exciting thing, buried under all of the joyful moments of playing together.
Ilya grinned and laid out his hands. “So we do play better now as husbands.”
“Okay, okay,” Shane said in between chuckles. “We do. But,” he sighed again. “I just wish people would stop asking that. It’s a small thing, and really, I should have shrugged it off, but it’s like a splinter you can’t get out.”
“Then,” Yuna started. “Let’s get it out.”
Everyone looked at her – Shane’s gaze was wary, Ilya’s was with glee, and David’s was fond.
“Mom…” Shane warned.
“Listen, the only way we can get them to stop asking this whole before or after thing is to just reveal when exactly you two got involved.”
Shane was still wary but even less so. He at least looked like he wanted to hear her plan. Ilya could barely contain his delight and was rubbing his hands together.
Yuna launched her action plan.
Yuna Marie Fujisawa Hollander @YunaMFHollander ☑️ uploaded a photo
[photo description: Shane and Ilya mid-dance during their wedding. It’s artfully monochromatic. They are in the centre of the photo, the guests blurred, but surrounding them in the background. Both eyes were closed, with Ilya facing the camera, while Shane’s back was visible. Ilya’s head dipped a bit, mid-kissing his husband’s head as his right hand rested on Shane’s back and his left held Shane’s right hand, waltz-style. Shane’s head was turned sideways, nuzzling into Ilya's chest, but clearly content and his smile was almost-loopy. His left hand was on Ilya’s right shoulder.]
Happy 1st wedding anniversary to my boys! David and I have never been more glad you found each other in that parking lot in Saskatchewan ♥️
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The effect was immediate. Family and friends commented with their well-wishes, and the general public took the bait.
@ShaneHollanderDefender: wait pause. Parking lot in Saskatchewan?!
@rozycheeks: huh? Didn’t they become a thing in 2017?
@hollaonmyroza: the statement from last year said several years. MA’AM HOW MANY IS SEVERAL?
@shanesfreckles: wait i am googling
- @shanesfreckles: @shanesfreckles i am back! the last time those two were in Saskatchewan was…2008? For the World Junior Hockey Championship? (♥️ by author)
- @jamie.bass:
- @tristan1717:
- @Cents4Sense: since 2008??? What does this mean???
@ShaneandIlyaUpdates: Not Mama Hollander dropping a timeline?! (♥️ by author)
- @ShaneandIlyaUpdates: my comment was liked by Yuna...what. I need to sit down.
- @MiaHollanov: Lexy! Are you okay?
- @ShaneandIlyaUpdates: @MiaHollanov
Shane Hollander-Rozanov @ShaneHollanderRozanov ☑️ and Ilya Hollander-Rozanov @ilyahr81 ☑️ uploaded a photo
[photo of that CCM shoot lol]
We might have officially started 5 years ago, but I have loved you much, much earlier. Deep down, 17-year-old Shane knew it from the first time he saw you. Ya tebya lyublyu.
Comments:
@ilyahr81 ☑️: (translated from Russian) I have loved you, too, since we were 17. I love you now at 31. And I will love you even after the sun has cast its last rays. I love you, I adore you, I worship you. Sometimes, I think Mama sent you to me because being with you has been nothing but heaven.
***
Shane and Ilya turned off their phones afterwards. The comments from the public still flooded the comments section.
@ShaneandIlyaUpdates: im fine im fine im fine im fine im–
- @MiaHollanov: Lexy breathe!
- @ShaneandIlyaUpdates: @MiaHollanov
@chelsontheroad: translated Rozanov's comment and omg!!! ILYA ROZANOV LOVERBOY CONFIRMED
@merrygorounddd: "I will love you even after the sun has cast its last rays" oh-
@shanesfreckles: he thinks his 😭mom😭sent😭Shane😭to him😭 i am unwell!!!
- @xxCentsxx: @shanesfreckles that part 😭
- @rozycurls:
@1hollanov1: dear god, a love like this or nothing at all
@dancepuppet: 
@fangirlonthemain: i also have dead relatives. When are they going to send me the love of my life? Someone to adore me? To worship me?!
- @hotsingleinyourarea: @fangirlonthemain girl are you also a first pick hockey draft? With a 2nd pick hockey draft as your rival but whomsttt you only meet in secret for the longest time???
- @fangirlonthemain: @hotsingleinyourarea ...no 😞
- @hotsingleinyourarea: @fangirlonthemain
@juliewuzhere: This photo was in 2010?! HELLO MR HOLLANDER-ROZANOVS PLEASE EXPLAIN
@hollanovbaby: since they were 17?! excuse me?!
@Shilya_News: 17?! Admin at 17 was stressing out about her AP Chem exams and these two were MEETING THE LOVE OF THEIR LIVES?!
@jamie.bass: can someone pls tell my emotional support queer hockey players that it is a Monday and I have work?!?!
- @peachtartgoodness: @jamie.bass girl I am crying in math 101 and this time, not because of math!!!
- @rex123: @jamie.bass same. I just clocked in at work and I am a mess. Karen from accounting hasn't even come by my desk to yell at me yet!!!
@ShaneHollanderDefender: so…whether it’s 2008 or 2010, i think we can all agree that SHANE NEVER TRIPPED AND THEY BOTH WON ALL THOSE TITLES AND AWARDS WHILE THEY WERE TOGETHER...a certain team sure does need to apologise right now 👀
@HollanovNation: so many implications but my key takeaway is: we have never known an Ilya Rozanov and a Shane Hollander without the other.
The whole thing went viral pretty much within the hour, with both Instagram and Twitter going down due to the volume of comments and posts.
Yuna sipped her wine calmly, watching a documentary with David in their peaceful living room, thinking that while she may not be able to solve all the world’s problems, she’ll do her damnedest to try.
She's Yuna M.F. Hollander, after all.