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Shane finds himself trapped beneath a bunch of heavy weights, in a doomed edging competition that he doesn't have a hope of winning. Ilya is having a great time.
- Part 18 of penalties
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“I think I would like to know what a creampie tastes like here in Ottawa.”
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“Hollander. Relax. So you lost one game,” Ilya said. “Big deal. Win next time.”
“It is a big deal,” Shane said. His hands were clenched tightly into fists. “It’s not just the game. You know I can’t afford to fuck up like this, not this close to playoffs. It’s a pretty big deal. Fuck. And it’s my fault. I wasn’t focused. I can play better than that, and I just… didn’t.”
“Okay, your fault, so what?” Ilya shrugged. “You think you should be punished for this?”- Part 2 of missing scenes
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shimmers that innocent light back by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-07
Finally, Kip starts laughing and presses a messy kiss to Scott’s cheek. “Stop it. Your face. Stop.”
Scott turns his head to the side to catch his lips in a proper kiss and then rubs their noses together.
“Your face,” he says and feels Kip’s little giggle as a soft puff of air against his cheek. He’s so weak for him, so utterly smitten. He could still melt into a puddle every time Kip so much as smiles at him.
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really just some schmoopy married sex post-TLG because they deserve to be so, so happy together (and Scott is still down so bad it’s actually a little ridiculous)- Part 1 of love that is weighted in gold
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There’s a problem with the plan. Shane hates spaghetti. But what he loves is Ilya calling him his boyfriend. That’s better than anything he’s ever felt before. Not even Ilya’s cock- wait. No. No, that’s... well, it’s a close second. Fifty-fifty. They say goodbye, and he drives them home (which is its own distinctly heavy topic of whose home belongs to whom) and they kiss as soon as they’re in the door and Ilya’s sliding inside not three minutes later and fucking him so, so good over his kitchen counter. And then he wakes up, and there are only seven days left. Shane thinks he probably hates the number seven more than he hates spaghetti.
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Shane dropped his gaze. “You’re really going to make me ask?” “Yes,” Ilya said. “You ask, maybe you get. So, ask.” “Okay,” Shane said. “I want you to fuck me.” Ilya started to laugh. “Don’t—this isn’t a fucking joke, alright?” Shane snapped. “Shut up. I want it to be different. Or, no—the same, but more. I want you to just make me fucking take it. Shit. I don’t know how to ask you for this.” “No, no, is good start so far,” Ilya said. “Go back to the part where I get to make you fucking take it. That’s good. Tell me more.”
- Part 1 of missing scenes
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