⠀ ⠀ 🏒 SHANE HOLLANDER 。 one chicago x heated rivalry au ! professional hockey player chicago blackhawks #onechicagorp #heatedrivarlyrp ⠀⠀

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"I'm her brother," he was saying before anyone even stopped him near the skater entrance. His voice was tight, shaking despite how hard he tried to steady it. "I'm family. I need to get to her. Please."

barely waiting for people to move. Someone complained but he didn't hear it. His pulse was roaring in his ears. By the time he hit the aisle he was already moving faster, eyes locked on the ice where officials were starting to gather. +

didn't move it hadn't actually happened. Like maybe she'd pop right back up. She didn't. "Stevie-" It left him breathless. He was on his feet before he even felt himself stand, shoving past the row in front of him. "Sorry- excuse me- sorry," he muttered urgently, +

he let out a quiet breathy laugh, shaking his head. But then. One second she was in the air, the next the sound of her head hitting the ice cracked through the arena. Shane froze as a collective gasp echoed through the arena. For half a second he just stared, like if he +

The second her music started, Shane's smirk softened into something prouder. He leaned forward now, forearms braced on his knees, eyes locked on her like the rest of the arena had disappeared. Every edge was clean. Every spin centered. When she hit her first jump perfectly, +

I am not sure Rolex or Reebok would like it though if I suddenly dye my hair... But the temptation is there. It looks so good on you!

Me next? ahhahaha

Only then did he shift his attention to the food. He let out a slow breath, forcing his shoulders to relax. "Okay." he muttered, reaching for a fork. "You said we eat. So… we eat." It was easier to focus on something simple. Something solid.

That part slipped out softer than intended. He picked up his phone again, thumbs hovering for a second before typing. Can you come by? Need to talk. Just you. He hit send quickly, then flipped the phone face down on the tray like it might explode if he kept looking at it. +

"Maybe… maybe I should talk to her alone first," he said quietly. Not rejecting him, just trying to keep things from spinning further out of control. "I don't want her making assumptions. That also isn't fair on you..." +

Shane hesitated when Ogilvie mentioned talking to his mom together. The offer was warm, but it felt too fast. Too official. Like putting a label on something he hadn't even figured out himself yet. He gave a small shake of his head. +

𝔀𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓵𝔂 𝓶𝓬𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓮 ♡ + ↻

Ninth wasn't bad place to start in. Gave her time to settle, to watch, to focus. And for Shane to calm his nerves too a little bit. "She's fine," he muttered under his breath, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "She's got this."

All he saw was his little sister owning the rink like she always had. When she stepped off and the first skater's music filled the arena, he leaned back in his seat instead of forward, arms crossing loosely over his chest. +

Shane grinned when she did her subtle signal back, like it was just another practice run. To him, she looked solid, steady on her skates, chin lifted, that effortless smile in place. If she was nervous, he didn't see it. +

// that ice dance final group was a fucking rollercoaster lol

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// NEW HR PICTURES JUST DROPED AND AAAAAAAGH

Sounds like a plan 😂😅