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    Shandry's Third @shaneybaby

    uhhh so im on r/shanehollander rn and some guy is claiming to have cloned shane’s dad’s phone and uploaded it to the internet?? has anyone else clicked on this link will it give me a virus if i do

    7:03 P.M. | 12 Jan 2018 | 135.1k retweets | 232.1k likes

    Shandry's Third @shaneybaby

    okay I googled his dad and he’s a 52 year old forensic accountant who thinks fashion peaked with ralph lauren polo shirts. am I enough of a hollander simp to risk my laptop just to look through the phone of his dad who acts like sandals and bermuda shorts are a risqué choice. yes.

    7:04 P.M. | 12 Jan 2018 | 137.1k retweets | 235.9k likes

    Shandry's Third @shaneybaby

    oh my god his password for everything is ShaneHollander24. pov you love your son so much that it compromises your bank account

    7:04 P.M. | 12 Jan 2018 | 143.7k retweets | 250.7k likes

    Shandry's Third @shaneybaby

    HOLY FUCK

    7:19 P.M. | 12 Jan 2018 | 337.1k retweets | 413.3k likes

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    25 May 2026

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    AO3 said my comment was spam. This was it
    I cried my way through this. It’s genuinely the most upsetting, amazing, thought - provoking fic I’ve ever read. Thank you

    It’s not spam. It hurts me that they call me spam every day.

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    [Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov sit on director’s chairs in a white sound studio. They are both wearing Ottawa Centaurs jerseys, and Ilya smiles warmly at Shane as a makeup artist places a small bit of powder across his cheeks while a producer hands them both a practice board.]

    Shane: So, these are just internet searches people do of us?

    Producer: Yes! The most popular ones, and you just answer or comment on them. There’s one board for you, one for Ilya, and then one of the two of you combined. 

    Shane: Sounds harmless enough. 

    Ilya: You do not spend much time on the internet if you think this sounds harmless. 

    Producer: Would you like to practice taking the tape off? 

    [They both nod, and she hands each of them a board. Shane politely and carefully rips off the top piece of tape, focusing on pulling it straight off without ripping it. During the time it takes Shane to take off one piece, Ilya rips off four, crumpling up the tape and throwing it in the air like confetti. A piece hits Shane’s head, and he looks at his husband, slightly startled, while Ilya beams back happily.]

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    25 May 2026

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    It won’t let me comment so I’m commenting here

    You said it’s not your best work, but it’s great work!! Thank you

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    At twenty-five, Shane works from home in cyber security. He gets all his groceries delivered. He avoids the outside world whenever possible. Finally—finally—he caves to his parents’ insistence that it’s time to purchase an omega.

    Ilya is supposed to be difficult. That’s what the auction house warned him, anyway. They aren’t wrong. Between the language barrier, the violent mood swings, incessant noise, and feral behaviors, Ilya is nothing like the obedient omegas Shane is raised to expect. Half the time, Shane can’t tell if the man hates him, fears him, or is losing his damn mind. Probably all of them, all the time. The other half of the time, Ilya watches him like he’s waiting for Shane to spring a trap. News flash: there isn’t one.

    Shane doesn't have any inkling of what he’s doing. He’s never shared space with another human being before. Let alone an omega who doesn't understand personal space. As the walls crack between them, Shane notices things he never questioned before. He realizes there is something deeply troubling in the world he grew up in.

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    25 May 2026

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    I can’t leave kudos anymore. I don’t know why as i’ve never left a bad comment. Anyway, what I wanted to write was ‘This whole genre is new to me, and it’s so uncomfortable, but so beautifully written. Words can’t express how much I love it’

    Thank you

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    Ilya Rozanov is sick of his job in Boston. Enter, his best friends new flower shop, a new frontier, with a too-gorgeous, too-sweet tattoo artist across the street.

    The problem? He has a girlfriend.

    (or so Ilya thinks).

    or: tattoo artist/florist au.

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    24 May 2026

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    Wish I could leave feedback 10/10

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    What if Shane doesn't go back to his room after the infamous Vegas penthouse suite night? What if he finds himself at the bar with other hockey players and what if Ilya gets a call from Marly telling him this.

    What if they both realize how much they've been hurting each other? What if they actually talk?

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    “Rozy!” Cliff shouted through the phone and Ilya winced. “Where did you go? You have to get back down here.”

    Ilya sighed, rolling his eyes. “I have flight in the morning, Marly. I know what you look like drunk. I do not need to come see.”

    “Come on, Roz,” Cliff almost whined. “Even Hollander is down here holding up the bar or maybe it’s holding him up. Kinda hard to tell at this point. Gonna let him be the life of the party when you won the fucking award?”

    The fog in Ilya’s brain shifted and scattered at the name.

    Ilya’s stomach sank.

    Fuck.
    Fuck.
    Fuck.

    “How many has he had?” Ilya asked, pushing himself up from the bed, glancing around the room until he saw his dress pants and shirt still on the floor by the end of the bed.

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    24 May 2026

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    Wouldn’t let me leave a comment. Writing one here in case you see it

    This really hurt. I knew it would, as this scene kills me. So well written, thank you so much