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Shane hates going to the supermarket on game days.

He hates going to the supermarket at all, hates the wide isles and the frigid temperature beside the fridges that always smells a little like rotting meat. He hates the tiny 24 hour metro a block from his apartment even more though, because even though it's less of a loud, cold, smelly nightmare it comes with a heightened chance of being recognised. Especially on game days.

But it's a game day, and driving to the supermarket will cut into his prep time, and he's dropped an egg, which would normally be fine, he'd just add another half dozen to his regular grocery order, but it's a Tuesday, the day before his grocery order is set to arrive, and he's out of eggs.

On a game day.

He can't risk disrupting his nutrition like that, can't risk feeling weak from hunger-exertion the whole game against Edmonton, and so he's here, in the 24 hour metro a block from his apartment. On a game day.

Ordinarily, the fact that his apartment is basically across the road from the Bell Center is a plus. He doesn't even have to drive back to his place after games, and the practice facility is only a twenty minute drive with regular bridge traffic at 8am. But now, on a game day, with the only quick option available for him to buy eggs is to walk the five minutes down to the metro to get them, he regrets buying so close. It'll be full of hockey fans, buying a beer or chips to smuggle into the game under their coats, fans that could recognise Shane Hollander, Hockey Player, fans that will ask for a selfie or an autograph or, god forbid, follow him home.

Fuck, he hopes nobody follows him home. He likes this apartment. He likes how easy it is to get home after games, likes the long kitchen island separating it from the open plan living room, likes the way the sun streams into his upstairs bedroom, likes the way Rozanov presses him into the glass wall of his staircase when they can't wait to get their hands on each other.

But it's a risk he has to take.

The walk isn't long, a two minute leisurely stroll in biting cold that makes his nose turn red. He's done his best to wrap up - covering his hair with a toque, burying his face in his scarf. He'd considered throwing on sunglasses, but then got worried they might think he was there to steal something and so he didn't, but he's regretting it now because there's a man down the aisle from him, staring just a few seconds too long.

He grabs the cheapest package of eggs he can find, not even bothering to check if they're broken because he only really needs one, one fucking unbroken egg - and, before he can exit the aisle again, the guy taps him on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, are you Shane Hollander?"

Shane puts on Shane Hollander, Hockey Player, before he turns around. "That's me."

The guy's face breaks out into the biggest smile. "Sick, man! Could I get a photo with you? My roommate's gonna be super jealous."

"For sure."

Shane plasters on a smile, more teeth, and crowds closer to the guy than he'd usually like, hiding the eggs out of frame.

"Thanks man, appreciate it! Beat Edmonton for us tonight, yeah?"

"Absolutely." He laughs, and it sounds fake. Canned.

The guy walks away, finally exiting the aisle, but Shane still can't draw a full breath. He goes through the motions of swiping his card at the checkout, smiling at the checkout clerk when she stares at him a beat too long. He makes the walk back to his apartment in one and a half minutes, stashes each egg in the tray in his fridge, and then very quietly has a panic attack.

Then he calls his doorman and asks him to do a lap around the building to make sure the guy didn't follow him home.

While he waits for a call back, he makes his eggs. Scrambled, two scoops of protein powder, a dash of soy milk - not quite enough to impact the flavour but enough to mask the chalky texture of the powder. He eats the eggs hunched over his kitchen counter and rolls out his yoga mat in an attempt to get his afternoon back without getting a nap in, because his doorman is going to call him.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander & Hayden Pike, Ilya Rozanov & Svetlana Vetrova Characters: Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, Hayden Pike, Jackie Pike, Yuna Hollander, Svetlana Vetrova, Grigori Rozanov Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, COVID-19, COVID-19 Lockdown, Coming Out, Getting Together, Canon Divergence - Grigori Rozanov Dies in 2020, Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Parent Death, Alzheimer's Disease, Phone Calls & Telephones Summary:

i KNOW it is crunchy i KNOW but this is the best one i could get to work with the music. stills below the cut :)

we have not touched the stars, / nor are we forgiven, which brings us back / to the hero's shoulders and the gentleness that comes / not from the absence of violence, but despite / the abundance of it. - Richard Silken

darker version below the cut - cannot for the life of me decide which one i like better

here everyone have a stupid thing @tropesinatrenchcoat and i wrote when i pointed out that gabriel (good omens) and gabriel agreste (miraculous ladybug) have the same first name