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Ilya loves to spoil his very boring (so sexy he could die) boyfriend. He usually likes to do so in person. He will bring gifts to Shane when they meet up. Fill their Boston home with things he know will make Shane feel happy and comfortable. He fills their Montreal apartment with treats for Shane that he knows he will never buy for himself. Which is why when Shane started sending him gifts he didn’t really feel the need to do the same. That is until the coffee, well not the coffee exactly but the note.
Ilya would never admit it to Shane but he had a small collection of momentos of their relationship tucked in the back of his closet. Mostly vague items that wouldn’t mean anything to anyone but him. So when he held the note in his hands tangible proof of their relationship, he was filled to the very brim with love for Shane.
He carefully placed the note in a frame and placed it in the box. Closed the lid and got to work. What could he send, Shane’s gifts had all been weird and kind of useful. Shane didn’t need anything.
Shane said that Ilya was a secret romantic this was true. Ilya had started sending Shane flowers after each win. Which he knew was sappy and maybe a little too much with how often Shane won games. He wanted something like Shane had sent something that was for Shane’s benefit that Ilya could enjoy.
Ilya liked to online shop probably more than anyone really knew well except maybe Svetlana but that was because she was just as bad as him and usually she egged on his shopping. He was casually browsing when he spotted them, the model was a similar build as Shane. He added them to cart entered the Montreal apartments address and hit purchase.
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When Shane got home from practice that afternoon there was a box sitting on his counter, his housekeeper must have brought it in before they left he thought. He looked at the box, wearily he hadn’t ordered anything and nothing was scheduled from his campaigns. He knew Ilya would think he was paranoid but anthrax is a thing and he was a well known and beloved (sometimes hated) hockey player. He pulled out his phone to be sure
Shane: Did you send me something in the mail?
Ilya: hello my sweet boyfriend, practice was good made the boys work extra hard mostly because I was bored. I had a sandwich for lunch… it was not good. I think I want to try coffee syrups. I missed you all day, even though you did not text me at all.
Shane: Sigh…
Shane: Hi Ilya my beloved, how was your day.
Shane: Sorry I couldn’t text you till now, Mom had me in meetings for the foundation all morning and I had a viewing for the condo.
Shane: I miss you so much, and I came home and there was a package.
Ilya: i have a package for you
Shane: Ewwww
Ilya: no literally
Ilya: i sent you something
Shane: Oh good so it’s not anthrax from a rabid fan.
Ilya: booooo
Ilya: just open it
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Shane opened the package, it was a pair of running shorts. Shorter than what he usually wore. He rolled his eyes, stepping into his closet he stripped and pulled on the shorts. He looked at himself in his full length mirror. Turning this way and that way he thought he looked pretty great in them, he was about to text Ilya a picture of them when he got an idea. Ilya always seemed to know just how to rile Shane up. Well two can play at that game. He put he running shoes on and went on a run.
Hollander Updates:
SPOTTED: we have nothing appropriate to say.. so just look at the damn picture.
(Image: Shane Hollander running in green lulu lemon running shorts(3in.inseam), white socks, white reeboks)
Puckygolucky: Holy Fucking Shit
Montreal4ever: Let me worship
StuckyPucky:That’s canadas ass right there
Crease_me_so_easy:Looking disrespectfully
Hockeygirl24: I live here now send my mail to the gentle curve of his ass
ShaneHollandersfreckles: Ass too fat thighs too juicy goddam
Shaydenmylove: Zoomed in counting abs.. goddamn are there 8.
Itsmestacy: What you doing here with all the ass
Yunahbabyy: This is the best day of my life
Shaneslover: TAKE THIS DOWN!!
Hollander4thewin: Whoever is with this man can you fight!!
Shaneslover: Yes
Puckygolucky: Gurl please, are you really with this man or what your account is so random
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This was the worst day of Ilyas life. It had started off fine, breakfast, workout, hang out at home waiting for Shane to call him about his gift. Instead he had gotten a text about anthrax, and then radio silence. He had been scrolling social media when he had a fucking heart attack.
Shane: Thank you for my present 🥰😙🥰
Ilya: you are so fucking mean 😭
Ilya: thank me properly
Shane: What??
Shane: I thought you liked running around the city, showing off gifts?
Ilya: uuuughhhhhhhh
Shane: BTW I’m ready.
Shane: so…call me..
Incoming call
Ilya
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Scratch that the worst day of Ilyas life was a week later when Shane stared in a fucking music video.
Ilya: when where you going to tell me you where filming a music video
Shane: Hello,my handsome boyfriend.
Shane: I did sleep well thank you for asking.
Ilya: answer the question
Shane: I told you a month ago when I was in LA and you kept talking about some account you were fighting online because they said I was in love with Hayden.
Ilya: I don’t remember this
Shane: -shares screenshot-
Ilya: looks fake
Ilay: since when do you do music videos
Shane: Since my friends asked me.
Ilya: this is the worse day ever
Shane: Why?
Ilya: comment section
Shane: Come in my section
Ilya: you’re so lame
Shane: Fuck you.
Ilya: yes
Ilya: call me in 5 min please
Incoming call
Shane 🍑
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Scratch that this was the worst day of Ilyas life.
How many worst days was he expected to survive!
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Peloton Ad
Comment section
Hollanov4life:The snap!
StuckyPucky: I want to be those little shorts
Montrealgirl:This is were I live send my mail to those little back dimples
Ree_Powers:I love how this ad is 72 hours long
Moonbeam:To be the sweat on his face
Shaneshane91:To be the shirt the wipes the sweat
ShaneHollandersfreckles:I want to smell that shirt
ChrisssyMUA:Is that sweat or is it like fake sweat
Moonbeam:I want to lick the sweat off his..face..
Shaneslover: @shanehollander24 im calling your mother
ShaneHollander24: Why?
Shaneslover: is she aware you are prancing around the internet in tiny shorts? she will have this removed.
ShaneHollander24: 1. I’m not prancing around 2.You started this, not me.
Crease_me_so_easy: Oh my GOD he actually knows HER?
StuckyPucky: And she knows his mother
Yunahbabyy: Mama Yuna do you know this person
YunaHollander24: Yes
Yunahbabyy: Ah she replied 😵
Puckygolucky: Waaaaaaaiiiiittt what does he mean “you started this not me”
ShaneHollandersfreckles: Hey tumblr girl get in here and connect the dots for us.
Shaneslover: tumblr girl stay where you are
Shaydenmylove: I’m here, idk what they are talking about
Puckygolucky: Ewww not you
Shaneslover: yeah not you.
Shaneshane91: Guys I made a gif of him squatting
Shaneslover: DELETE IT!!
HaydenPike5: Bro! Congrats on the ad Jackie says to get her a peloton for her birthday.
Ilya_Rozanov81: of course 15th best metro can’t afford to buy his wife (mother of his 100 children) a peloton.
HaydenPike5: Fuck off dude
ShaneHollander24: Swear jar!!
Montreal4ever:His wink is killing me!
ShaneHollander24: Sorry you are dead.
Montreal4ever: Ahhhhhhhhhh!
Shaneslover: consider your mother called.
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Did he do something do deserve this, why was he being punished.
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Ilya was lying in bed moping. Ok he wasn’t moping he was fighting for his life in the comments of thirsty edits of HIS BOYFRIEND in tiny shorts. He was so annoyed the edits where coming non stop, each sexier than the one before, this was nothing like what Ilya had done. No one had made gifs showing him slowly stroking his chest or winking or SNAPPING TINY SHORTS. He was getting worked up again.
His phone rang
Ilya: What?
Shane: Oh rude!
Ilya: Sorry. Hi, what?
Shane: Are you fighting teens and thirsty adults on the internet?
Ilya: No…
Shane: Stop it and go open your door.
Ilya: Whatever you sent me I will make a thirst trap that is soo sexy they remove my content for being pornographic.
Shane: *laughs* You wish.
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Ilya went to open his door, Shane was there smiling at him.