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tipping point by ultravioletdaydream
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-27
Shane said he would be home by midnight. Ilya only had to hold on for a couple more hours. He thought, fleetingly, that he wasn't sure how the day had spiraled so enormously out of his control. One goddamn day alone and he was at the edge of the abyss. Everything hurt. Or: Ilya navigates the expanse of his mental illness over the course of one bad day.
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“Shane?” Hayden waved a hand in front of his face, snapping him back to reality. “Who’s the girl that Rozanov t-shirt belongs to? And, stop me if i’m overstepping, but does she wear it in the bedroom? Is that what you’re into?!” Or, the story of an old Rozanov t-shirt and the effect it has on both Shane and Ilya.
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"We have been here three nights," Ilya continues, and his heart immediately starts beating faster, just the thought of three nights with Shane Hollander enough to get it running ahead. But no. Ilya tells his heart to stop it, he has a point, he will not let it distract him from his point. "Three nights I wake up and you are awake,” he tells Shane. "You are like bullfrog?" "What?" "You do not need sleep?" Shane has insomnia. Ilya is totally chill about it.
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“Board games,” Ilya said, kneeing them higher up his chest. Shane stared at him. “You travel with those?” he asked, trying to go for scathing. It never quite got there. He didn’t have Ilya’s skill. Ilya smiled wide and shark-like. “No,” he said. “I got them from Emily. Mrs. Lansow.” Shane felt even more baffled. “The owner of the hotel,” Ilya said. “I know,” Shane said. He just couldn’t imagine Ilya interacting with that sweet woman. Or her asking him to call her by her first name. “Why? I mean, why did you get them?” “You have better things to do?” Ilya asked. “I have a phone. And a laptop. And there’s a television,” Shane said. Ilya squinted dismissively. “Screen is bad. Melts your brain.” “You sound like my mom,” Shane said, a little softer than he intended and smiling reluctantly. Ilya tilted his head. “This does it for you?” Shane and Ilya learn what it's like spending time together with their clothes still on.
- Part 1 of perfect from now on
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hayden calls shane again while he's at the cottage. ilya is fed up that their romantic getaway is getting interrupted again so he answers the call.
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r/russianlanguage u/genuine_metal_45 Cahteeohnik??? I’m kind of in a situationship with this Russian guy. He sometimes struggles a bit with expressing himself in English. I’ve been trying to learn some Russian, but it’s going to take a long time before I can have much of a conversation with him in his language. Right now, I’m such a beginner at Russian that I can’t even manage the spelling to try to look up any of the things he says. He calls me something that sounds like cahteeohnik, but I can’t figure out the correct transliteration to look it up. And trying to spell it in cyrillic is hopeless. Any help would be appreciated! In the early days of Shane and Ilya hooking up, what if Ilya was a little more free with endearments, but only in Russian? And what if Shane went online for some help understanding what Ilya is saying and somehow connected to Svetlana? This is Svetlana’s POV of how that plays out.
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Shane accidentally stumbles upon a memory of a happy summer day in Ilya’s childhood. Its edges are sharp like a knife.
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Ilya hadn't realized when he had started stroking his erection through his dusty, wax-covered pants. It had been instinctive. A strong urge that made his cheeks flush and made him hard as a rock as he stood there, crouched with his ear pressed against the cupboard door, listening to the sweet voice and filling his lungs with the most delicious aroma he could imagine. or what happens when you put two horndogs in a medieval fantasy setting close enough to develop a very serious case of sexual tension
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They’re at the Kingfisher, a low-key queer bar in New York. Shane and Ilya try to meet up here with Kip and Scott whenever they’re in town– usually for a game, or a charity event. This time it was to shoot brand deal content for Calvin Klein. Shane was a little mortified prancing around in tighty-whiteys, while Ilya smouldered and smirked to the camera with confidence. It’s been surprisingly nice, these little get-togethers. Or maybe not so surprising; it’s incredibly relaxing and relieving to be with maybe the only two other people who have pretty much gone through what Shane and Ilya have.
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папочка by Allhallowstheark
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, heated rivalry - Fandom
2025-12-27
“How is your father?” He asked, looking at Ilya’s incredibly neutral expression. “Ah you speak Russian now?” “I know the word for Father.” -------- Exploring why Shane knows the Russian word for Father.
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Shane has a bit of a shutdown when he and Ilya get back from his parents' place. Ilya is there to help his boyfriend come down from being very, very overwhelmed. Autistic love and smut
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something you can fix by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-27
Maybe if the video ended there, Shane thought, it would be okay. Okayish. Still incriminating. Still a fucking disaster. Still embarrassing, to have his breakup with this beautiful actress filmed and disseminated on Reddit of all fucking places, but not a nail in his coffin, burying him alive. But the video didn’t end there.
“Can I ask if you’ve ever been with another guy?” she had to ask.
And he, tears visible in his eyes, had to nod.
Just once. Just a single nod.
Why did he have to nod?
“Have you ever told anyone that before?” He shook his head. “Was it different? With a guy?”
“Of course.”
Of course.
“Was it better?”
“Yes.”
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Shane’s conversation with Rose is secretly recorded. Months later, after the All-Star game and Ilya’s confession in Russian, the video gets leaked online. Shane is outed to the world while Ilya is in Russia, and must now finish the 2016-2017 season with the entire world in on his secret.
- Part 1 of something you can fix
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Shane accidentally steals Ilya’s jacket. And he just decides to... not give it back.
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Ilya didn’t listen, leaning in a little closer so their arms touched for a moment. They’d been warned by his mother about the intensity of Japanese summers, and the both of them had grown up cold weather boys, but Shane always found Ilya’s warmth otherworldly, a sensation that defied any measure of temperature. Shane and Ilya take a trip.
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Dinner With Our Exes by LizardRunClub
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-26
Svetlana watches the joint press conference announcing the Irina Foundation and she just knows. She confronts Ilya and tells him she wants to meet Shane. She needs to make sure Shane is good enough for her friend. Shane is a nervous wreck to meet Svetlana. He knows how important she is to Ilya, so he calls on his own female bestie to go on a double date during the All Star break.
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“My dad definitely liked you. You share his taste in vodka.” Ilya hums, running a hand up and down Shane’s arm. “See? You are worried about nothing.” “I know, I just… I’ve had this hanging over me for years, and now that it’s over with…” “You look lighter,” Ilya tells him, brushing his fingers against Shane’s cheek. “More peaceful.” “I feel lighter, but I’m scared,” he admits, fingers drifting down to Ilya’s abdomen, tracing the lines and ridges he finds there. “We’ve never done this before—the actually being together part. I’m scared I’ll mess it up.” Shane and Ilya return to the cottage after the confrontation with Shane’s parents.
- Part 3 of Hollanov one shots
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“I think I saw your charger.” David blinks as he turns back in his chair. “I’m sorry?” aka the missing scene of David and Ilya while Shane and Yuna were talking outside.
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Shane had that breakfast with a silly little grin on his face as he had been waiting for his husband to come back home from walking Anya out. Now they were back, having fun at the backyard when Shane walked towards them and paused — Or where Shane had a sudden realisation that all he ever dreamt of was now a reality.
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“Nine.” Her voice is flat with disbelief. “Rose.” He drags a hand over his face. “Nine. Like—inches? No metric nonsense? God, I kind of wish it was metric nonsense. That can’t be right.” [or: that fuckin text, the aftermath]
- Part 1 of the friends we made along the way
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not common sense (but I'm haunted) by ExtraSteps
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-26
Ilya is jealous and lashing out. Shane goes after him. A tentative kind of fix-it fic for Episode 4. He didn't want to admit that he was seething with jealousy. Seeing Hollander had only made it worse. He hadn't looked at Ilya, not once the whole game. He’d barely even been present. They’d both had probably the worst game of their entire careers, and Ilya tried not to read too much into that. It didn't matter. Hollander was just distracted by his fucking movie star girlfriend. It was Ilya who was fucking miserable and heartbroken and furious with himself. Of course, it only got worse when he realized that of all fucking bars they could have picked to commiserate in, it's the one where Shane Hollander and Rose Landry are, her smiling up at him with her pretty smile while she dances. And it hurt. But it also made him want to lash out, to be mean. He grabbed his drink from the bar, stalking closer. Like a second sense, Shane looked up at his approach, stilling like a deer in headlights. Ilya smirked, dropping his eyes to where Rose Landry had her hands tangled in the white shirt Hollander was wearing. “Well, well, well,” Ilya said, eyes glittering maliciously. “I guess the rumors are true after all.” Shane looked startled. The “fuck off, Rozanov” was automatic, though his eyes were intense as he looked up at him. Searching. Just a little bit scared. Of what he might do. Or say. And Ilya was an asshole. But not that much of an asshole. He looked down further. “Hello, Rose Landry,” he said. Her smile was friendly but confused, and when she offered her hand, removing it, Ilya noted, from Shane's abs, he took it, kissing the back of it and winking at her. This, he can do. The flirting. Just Rozanov being a dog, as usual. His teammates were probably watching and pissing themselves laughing. “Hi.” She looked, he thought absently, very beautiful in her dress. “This looks very cozy, mmm?” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at them both. “Didn't know you had it in you, Hollander.” He sounded as bitter as he felt, probably. Rose's brow furrowed at that, and she looked back at Shane. He could see her putting two and two together. Ilya smiled. “You two have fun, now.” He winked at Shane. Shane glared back. Cold laughter dripped from his lips as he turned away. “Shane?” he heard Landry say. “Ignore him, Rozanov is just an asshole,” Shane muttered back. Ilya paused. He shouldn't look back. He could feel his eyes stinging. Orpheus at the entrance back to the overworld, Eurydice behind him. He closed his eyes. Around him, bodies moved to the loud thrum of the music, happy, laughing, dancing, a buzz of energy that couldn't penetrate the cold, empty, gaping cavern that was his chest. It was inevitable. He couldn't have stopped himself from looking even if he wanted to. He was weak, undisciplined. He glanced back. Rose Landry was dancing again, pressed to Shane's front, eyes closed as she moved to the music. But Shane was still. And he was looking back. And his eyes. Ilya shuddered at the look in his eyes. Desperate. Lost. Sad. Ilya drank his fill, and gave the opposing captain a single nod. Acknowledging the distress, filing it away as hope choked him. Shane’s lips thinned. He needed to get out of here. He needed to go and get so fucking obliterated that he didn't remember his own name, let alone Shane's. Tearing his eyes away, he sought out Cliff, telling him he was leaving. The team made an assumption, a wrong one, but Ilya didn't correct it. The vodka was cheap, burning the whole way down because America could do nothing right, certainly not making a vodka that was drinkable. But he was too fucking heartbroken to care, inconsolable in his grief and anger and self-loathing. It was, of course, when he was two-thirds of the way through the bottle when his phone lit up with a text. Ilya set the bottle aside on the damp tile of the shower floor, standing up on shaky knees and scrabbling for it. The case was slippery in his hands, and he almost dropped it. And then he was staring. Jane: I hate this. Me fucking too, Hollander, he thought bitterly. He brought the phone to his forehead, squeezing his eyes closed. It was fucking three in the morning. Why the fuck was Hollander
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