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Rose studies him in a way that makes Ilya squirm. "You know, Shane tried to brace me for working with you today and so far you're much quieter than he led me to believe."
This conversation was made in a lab to drag Ilya further into his depression. "Really," he says dryly. "What did golden boy of hockey have to say about me?"
Rose snorts. "That you'd talk shit about him if I mentioned him so I shouldn't. That you're always being abrasive to the press, but when the cameras are off you're not so bad."
Ilya chooses the safest thing in that to respond to. "Well, the cameras are off."
"They are," Rose smiles at him.aka
Ilya booked a small film role a year ago with no way to know he'd end up being scene partners with Rose Landry, Shane Hollander's new girlfriend.
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the root cause of sleeplessness by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-06-11
After Rose and Shane’s first time together, Shane can’t sleep.
Or: The breakup, sooner. The club scene, entirely different. Marlow, very confused.
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Jane: You haven’t made plans for when you’re in Ottawa yet, have you?
Lily: you are not supposed to be texting
Lily: of course i haven’t made plans
Jane: I might have a way to get to the city after all but you have to promise you won’t be mad
Lily: how could i be mad about seeing you?
Shane’s heart does about 5,000 backflips.
This is extremely new.
The flirting. The real, unironic, genuine flirting.
God, he might throw up.aka rose offers to spend some time with shane during his concussion recovery and he almost says no until he realizes she's available while boston plays ottawa at home, set after the hospital but before the skip kiss
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Shane is frozen, staring at Ilya and the girl. He can’t be sure how much time goes by. He isn’t even sure what he’s doing there, what he’s waiting for. He and Ilya stare at each other. The girl writhes against Ilya, oblivious; he presses his mouth to her neck, his eyes on Shane. Shane’s stomach turns. He cannot look away.
Or, the club scene with a different, more complicated ending.
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but I bet we’d have really good bed chem by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-04-02
They break apart after a few seconds, both turning to look at Ilya.
“Happy?” Shane asks and Ilya stares at him and then – laughs. A full-belly laugh, with a slightly hysterical edge to it. The sheer relief on Ilya’s face makes something in Shane’s chest come loose.
“Oh my God. Oh my God. This was – you kiss like twelve-year-olds!”
Rose snorts and presses her face into Shane’s shoulder, shaking with laughter, too. “You see the problem, yeah?”
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Shane comes down the hall, hands shoved in his pockets, making eyes at Ilya that beg "please behave" and behind him is Rose Fucking Landry. The actress. The woman Ilya had seen in the club, her hand up Shane's shirt. The woman Shane had fucked. Twice. They are doing nothing when the doorbell chimes. Well, not nothing; they are, as Shane would say, relaxing. On the couch in front of a movie neither of them is really watching, feet up, Shane leaning back against him, his hand in Shane's hair. They have fucked, showered, eaten and Ilya is scrolling his phone thinking idly about tempting Shane into something that would require another shower when it happens. Shane sits up, looks at him. "They are your parents," Ilya says. Since the conversation with Shane's parents three days earlier, David and Yuna Hollander have been very careful, very polite, about texting or calling before showing up to the cottage, but. The doorbell chimes again. Shane pushes up off the couch. "I'm sure they just forgot something," he says, an apology. "Be right back." He is not right back. Over the low volume the television, Ilya cannot make out the words but he hears Shane's tone of surprise and then a high feminine voice that is definitely not Yuna Hollander's. Ilya hits the MUTE button, trying to listen, but still the words are indecipherable, although Shane's voice is getting closer, along with the click clack of high heels on the tile. Ilya stands up. Shane comes down the hall, hands shoved in his pockets, making eyes at Ilya that beg "please behave" and behind him is Rose Fucking Landry. The actress. The woman Ilya had seen in the club, her hand up Shane's shirt. The woman Shane had fucked. Twice. She is thinner and taller than Ilya remembered, and her mouth drops open when she recognizes him. "This is, um, Rose," Shane says, gesturing to Rose Landry like a host on a game show. "Rose, this is Ilya, my, um . . ." "Boyfriend," Ilya supplies. "Yeah, um," Shane says. "Ilya Rozanov?" Rose shouts happily, punching Shane in the arm. "You're dating Ilya Rozanov?" "Yes," Ilya says. "This is what 'boyfriend' means." "Can I hug you?" Rosa asks, coming down the stairs into the living room. "I have to hug you! I am such a fan. Your mid-air tip-in against Philadelphia was just the most amazing shot I've ever seen!" "Okay," Ilya says, because that was, in fact, an excellent goal, and Rose bounces into his arms, gives him a quick professional hug. She smells like citrus perfume. Over her shoulder, Shane mouths sorry. Ilya glares at him. *** While Rose freshens up and calls her people to let them know she's arrived, Shane drags him into the bedroom. "I'm sorry," he says before Ilya can even speak. "We made plans before you said you would come and I forgot to call her and—" "She cannot stay here." Ilya shakes his head, pacing back and forth in front of the windows. He can still smell her perfume. "She should go, now. Back to Ottawa." "It's almost ten," Shane says. "It's a two-hour drive." "So? Her car has lights, yes? What is the problem?" Ilya flings his hands up. Shane steps in front of him, stopping him. "Ilya. C'mon." "She is your ex-girlfriend," Ilya complains. "I. Am. Gay," Shane says and then glances over his shoulder like he's afraid someone's listening. That, that right there, is why Ilya does not want Rose to stay. This was supposed to be their time, their private time, and now here is someone else who has fucked Shane and he is supposed to be nice and let her stay? "You have female friends," Shane is saying. "Why can't I have female friends?" "My friends are not here, Shane!" Ilya protests. "I didn't tell you I wanted to marry her, Ilya," Shane snaps back, and okay. That is fair. Ilya sighs. "Tomorrow." Shane grimaces. "Actually, her flight's on Sunday afternoon, so . . ." "Two days?" "A day and half," Shane says, rubbing his hands up and down Ilya's arms. "Please. She's a good friend. Please." Ilya scowls, but they both know the decision has already been made. Rose Fucking Landry will be staying until Sunday afternoon. *** "Be nice," Shane hisses back at him when they come out of the bedroom.
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