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[A light pops on in an entryway, and a medium sized brown dog wags her tail excitedly as she looks at someone just out of the frame. Shane Hollander comes into view, leaning one hand against the wall as he puts on his sneakers. The glass at the top of the door just in front of him reveals it's still dark outside, and once his shoes are on, Shane bends to place the dog's leash on her collar.]
Shane: Ready to go, Anya?
[Anya dances on her back legs, expression excited as Shane grabs his phone and they walk out the door. The video cuts to footage of Shane's legs running with Anya beside him, and then to the two of them sitting on the front steps of a large house. Shane's face and chest are sweaty, and he wipes at the hair on his forehead as he takes a long drink of water.]
Shane: Hi, um, I'm Shane Hollander, which you probably already know if you're seeing this, but I've been asked to do this day in the life thing? I don't really know what I'm doing, and I'm honestly kind of annoyed I have to keep setting my phone up and walking into rooms like I haven't already been there, but you know. Anything for the team, right?
[He looks at Anya, and she barks before licking at the sweat on his face. Shane halfheartedly tries to push her off, but laughs at her antics before he speaks again.]
Shane: So, anyway. Come spend the day with me and my husband if you want.
7:00 AM Breakfast
[A freshly showered Shane is seen in the kitchen brewing coffee and making a number of breakfast items including eggs, bacon, and pancakes with an obscene amount of chocolate chips in them while he sips on a green smoothie. The footage then switches to show him walking into a dim bedroom with the form of his husband Ilya still sleeping on the bed. He sets a cup of coffee on the nightstand, and sits gently on the edge, his fingers reaching out to scratch gently at Ilya's scalp.]
Shane: Hey, sleepy head. I've got breakfast ready on the back deck.
[One of Ilya's eyes peeks open, his expression slightly wary.]
Ilya: How healthy is it?
[Shane chuckles softly and leans down to place a kiss on the top of Ilya's curls.]
Shane: There's chocolate chips involved, so I think you'll be fine.
[Ilya sighs. His eye closing back, a smile begins to stretch at the corners of his mouth as he leans into Shane's continued touch.]
Ilya: I knew there was a reason I kept you around.
Shane: Thank god Dad taught me to make pancakes when I was eight.
[Shane and Ilya are seen sitting at a table on the back deck of their home as the early morning sun starts to warm on their faces. They eat and joke with one another while Anya sits and begs, and when Ilya gets up from the table, carrying a few empty plates inside, Shane beckons to Anya with a click of his tongue. She runs over to him, and he hands her a small piece of bacon which she gobbles up instantly, licking her lips in satisfaction before Shane reaches down and gives her pets between her ears.]
Shane: Don't tell your dad, okay?
[She licks his hand in response.]
8:30 AM Workout
[Shane stretches his muscles slowly as Ilya lifts light weights nearby. When Shane moves to stand on a balance ball, Ilya also moves, coming to sit at a thigh abductor machine, starting to slowly move his thighs open and closed. Shane briefly watches him in the mirror, swallowing hard before he closes his eyes and Ilya grins. He lasts about thirty seconds before they open again.]
Shane: Are you doing that to be distracting?
Ilya: [There's an expression of mock hurt on his face.] I would never.
Shane: Does never mean always in this instance?
[Ilya wiggles his eyebrows and once again flexes his thighs on the machine.]
Ilya: You know you are more than welcome to come distract me.
[Shane rolls his eyes, but hops off the ball and walks over to Ilya's machine. He straddles him, resting his weight against Ilya's thighs.]
Shane: You're going to pull a muscle and be useless today.
Ilya: Yes, and you sitting on me is going to help that so much.
Shane: [He begins to shift his weight as if he's going to move off.] Oh, well, I can always leave then—
[He doesn't finish before Ilya grabs him and pulls him back down. His face is very serious as he speaks.]
Ilya: Don't you dare.
[Shane grins, and Ilya starts peppering Shane's face with kisses as Shane protests weakly, not really trying to move, and Ilya manages to grab Shane's face between his hands just before he captures Shane's mouth in a deep kiss that leaves Shane stationary.]
10:00 AM Grocery shopping
[The camera points up at Ilya pushing a grocery basket, with Shane walking next to him. Rows and rows of food pass by and Shane prattles on as Ilya listens.]
Shane: I really think we've been sleeping on avocados. Did you know that half an avocado has as much potassium as a banana? Who knew I could have been getting that benefit without all the sugar? I mean bananas are great, but when you need a lot of potassium, clearly avocados are the way to go, and with the benefits of the oleic acid? You can't beat it.
[Ilya's smile grows, and his shoulders shake gently as he looks at the camera and raises his eyebrows. He looks back at Shane, clearly so fond as he watches Shane continue on about avocados.]
Shane: And sure, bananas are more easily available. Like, obviously, I'll still eat them, especially after a hard workout, but avocados just go with so much, you know? Chicken, salad, seafood, eggs, toast. The options are endless. Did you know the easiest way to tell if one is ripe? You just have to remove that little bump where the stem is and if it's green underneath then it's ripe. Super convenient that you don't have to cut into it to know if— [He pauses when he notices Ilya looking at him.] What?
Ilya: Nothing. I just love you.
[He leans over and places a kiss on Shane's cheek. Shane blushes, his hand coming up to touch where Ilya's lips had just been, a soft expression on his face as he looks at his husband.]
Shane: Oh. I love you, too. Hey, did I tell you about that article I read about all the parasites that can be found in pork?
[Ilya shakes his head as he drops three bags of potato chips in the cart.]
Ilya: No, but I cannot wait to hear about it.
12:00 PM Lunch
[Shane and Ilya sit at a table with David and Yuna Hollander. The atmosphere at the table is warm, the conversation easy as they laugh and eat together.]
Shane: You remember when we were rookies, and you told that reporter you were going to score fifty goals?
Ilya: It does sound like something I would say.
Shane: Well, mom was so mad about it, she said you could get fucked right up the butt.
[Ilya's mouth falls open as David and Shane laugh and Yuna looks more than slightly murderous.]
Ilya: Yuna!
Yuna: It was a figure of speech, I didn't mean it literally.
Ilya: My own mother saying such things about me.
[A smile is clear on her lips even as she takes a drink from her wine.]
Yuna: Is now a good time to remind you that you're my favorite?
Ilya: Favorite enough for you to finally wear my jersey at a game?
[Yuna sighs, a pained look on her face at the prospect, but as she looks at Shane, who is looking at Ilya in an adoring way, she relaxes into her chair.]
Yuna: You know, I think it's about time I did just that.
1:30 PM Naptime
[Ilya is seen propped against the arm of a couch while Shane is sound asleep on his chest. Shane's arm hangs off the couch and his mouth is slightly open as he sleeps, clearly a dead weight against his husband. Ilya holds his phone, laughing at something on the screen, and he loses his grip on his phone, causing it to slide down and lightly hit Shane's head. Ilya face falls into a grimace as he holds completely still waiting for Shane to move or wake up from the hit of the phone. When he doesn't, Ilya shrugs and props his phone up against Shane's head, using him as a phone stand while his hands gently stroke up and down Shane's back.]
3:30 PM Snack time
[Shane sits on the kitchen island, his legs parted to allow Ilya to settle between them. He holds a bowl in his hands alternating taking bites for himself and offering them to Ilya.]
Shane: Good?
Ilya: Mhmm. You were right about the avocados. Life changing stuff.
Shane: Fuck off.
[They continue to eat, companionable silence stretching around them until Shane places the empty bowl next to him, leaning forward to hide his face in Ilya's neck. Ilya places his hands in the pocket of Shane's hoodie, pulling him closer into the circle of his arms.]
4:00 PM Driving to Work
[Shane and Ilya are seen in their SUV. Ilya drives with one hand on the wheel, while the other massages at Shane's neck. They slow down, and Ilya moves to roll down the window.]
Ilya: Hello, neighbors! Would you like to be on the internet? Shane is filming a video!
[Two young children's heads poke through the window as they wave, and a woman appears behind them, looking amused at the antics.]
Kate: You're filming, Shane? That doesn't sound much like you.
Shane: Trust me, it wasn't my idea.
Ilya: We will see you later, yes?
[They all nod and wave goodbye and Ilya begins to drive out of their neighborhood and onto the main streets of Ottawa. He reaches back over and brushes his thumb across Shane's cheek.]
Ilya: Are you ready?
Shane: Maybe? Probably not. [He pauses and looks to Ilya, his hand reaching up to capture his husband's and bringing it back down to rest in his lap.] But you'll be there right? So, I'm sure it'll be fine.
Ilya: I will be there every step of the way.
5:30 PM Media
[Shane stands in a hallway, his top half clothed in a long-sleeve compression shirt. There's several microphones held out towards his face as he patiently answers questions.]
Reporter: And how are feeling? Are you excited to be here?
Shane: I'm excited to have a chance to play again. It's always wonderful to be back home in Ottawa, and I'm looking forward to seeing what we can accomplish.
Reporter: And Ilya? Is he looking forward to playing with you?
[At that moment Ilya emerges from a doorway. He moves toward Shane and places an exaggerated kiss on his cheek while Shane laughs. He loudly tells Shane he loves him before he disappears again.]
Shane: I mean I hate to speak for him, but I think it's safe to say he's looking forward to it.
6:15 PM Final Preparations
[Shane and Ilya stand facing each other in the locker room in front of their stalls. Ilya leans his head forward and taps it against Shane's as other men ready themselves around them. Shane's eyes flutter closed at the contact and he breathes in deeply, his shoulder dropping on the exhale.]
Ilya: I'm proud of you.
Shane: I'm proud of you, too.
Ilya: Let's go remind them who we are, yes?
[Shane's eyes open and he grins so big, the corners around his eyes wrinkle and his nose scrunches.]
Shane: Fuck yeah.
6:55 PM Game Time
David: How do you work this thing, again? Oh, there it is.
[David Hollander's face fills the screen. He's wearing a jersey with the number 24 on the sleeves and sitting in the stands while looking slightly confused, until Yuna is heard next to him.]
Yuna: There they are, David. Are you recording? Shane wants this for his social media thing.
David: Yes, I'm recording.
Yuna: Boys, over here! Oh, look at them. Did you ever think we'd see the day?
David: It's pretty remarkable.
Yuna: Oh, I could just cry, I— [Her words stop and she leans over, her face coming into the frame with David's. Her eyes narrowing before they flit to her husband, looking fond.] Honey, you're recording yourself. Give it to me.
David: What? No, I'm not, it's recording out there, and just showing me my face.
Yuna: It doesn't work that way, give it here.
[She takes the phone and presses a button on the screen, switching the camera from the front to the back. Shane and Ilya come into view, standing together on the ice as they wave toward their parents. Ilya wildly gestures toward the Centaur logo on Shane's chest and Shane playfully bats his hand away.]
David: I don't think they've ever looked better.
[Yuna can be heard sighing, her voice slightly strained when she speaks.]
Yuna: As much as I hate to admit it, I think you might be right.
10:30 PM Heading Home
[Ilya is seen propping the phone against a light pole in the arena parking lot. Shane stands by their car a few meters away, and once Ilya secures the phone, he jogs back toward Shane, grabbing him in a hug, lifting and swinging him around while Shane's surprised laugh rings out in the empty lot.]
Shane: [He wraps his legs around Ilya's waist even as he protests.] What the fuck, put me down!
Ilya: I do not think you actually want this.
Shane: And what makes you think that?
Ilya: A few years of experience.
Shane: I guess you do have that going for you.
Ilya: Yes, I do, now can you stop pretending you are mad I can manhandle you and let me celebrate that I am now on the same team as my husband and we just won our first game together?
Shane: Technically, it's not the first. We've played together at the All-Star game and—
Ilya: Oh, my god, Hollander, shut up.
[Ilya captures Shane's smiling mouth in a kiss that's illuminated harshly by the lights above them. They kiss each other for long moments as Ilya maneuvers them, Shane's back coming to rest against their SUV. The phone tips and wobbles before it falls onto its side, Shane and Ilya no longer in the frame. Instead, the Canadian Tire Centre comes into focus, the building still lit up from within, and there in the near distance, proudly and boldly displayed, are images of Shane and Ilya, fully dressed in their hockey gear, front and center.]
@realshanehollander Thanks for spending the day with me and @ilyarozanov81 for the @centaurshockey home opener. It was definitely something.
Posted October 15th at 5:39 PM
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@wyatthayes Glad you're here, Shane!
@b00dramzane Yeah, glad you're here, Shane, but honestly, more than a little offended you didn't invite us to your parking lot make out sesh.
@troybarretthockey @b00dramzane Same.
@realshanehollander @b00dramzane @troybarretthockey Just going to apologize in advance. It's probably going to happen a lot.
@hockey247365 I love how much he clearly wishes he didn't have to do these, but he does it anyway, and they're just so fucking cute I want to bite them both.
@lucahaas Captain, I had no idea you were so adept on the thigh machine.
@zamboney1001 Ilya Rozanov using Shane Hollander's head as a phone stand while he naps is not something I knew I needed to see, but now that I have I can never, ever go back.
@censfanthickandthin OMG Shane's dad is so cute! And the way his mom looks at him so fondly even when he's fucked up? I love them.
@ilyarozanov81 Not quite as good as my spend the day with me, but it will do 😉
@evandykstra @ilyarozanov81 Kinda hard to beat a relationship reveal and wedding on the same day.
@ilyarozanov81 @evandykstra Just another win for me against Shane. It happens quite a lot, I'm sure you all will get used to it.
@realshanehollander @ilyarozanov81 Remind me who scored a hat trick last night? Was it you? Wait, that doesn't sound right. Oh. Yeah. Because it was me. I did that.
@b00dramzane You're going to do just fine here, Hollander. Just fine.