eemolu
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The beginning of the process was fairly easy. Ilya turned on the new phone and followed the directions to start the transfer, but it stalled out at the same step as it had for the genius person. Ilya spent some time scrolling through Reddit and checking if it was his photos, or maybe his contacts, until he saw a post from BigPapi27: my problem was with my voicemail lolll never checked it and it was full as hell. had to clear it out and then everything was fine.
Well. That was probably it. Ilya didn’t think he’d checked his voicemail since he’d played for Boston. He wasn’t even sure where it lived on the phone, so he googled that too, and found out that not all the notifications on the phone call app were from missed calls. A lot of them were, but just as many were voicemails he hadn’t known were taking up all this space, causing him problems.
And, he realized as he scrolled, so many of them were from Shane.
(or, shane starts leaving ilya voicemails. years later, ilya finds them all)
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i, all my life, have been aching just to feed you by eemolu
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV)
25 Mar 2026
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“Should we maybe go to bed?”
Ilya straightened up a little, drew back so he could see Shane’s face. “I need to ask you something,” he said. His breath smelled like lemons and sugar, underneath the smoke. It meant someone had let LaPointe buy lemon drops for everyone even though no one but him liked them. But Ilya was a good captain, and despite most evidence to the contrary, a good friend, which meant it was likely he’d taken more than a few. “I know is late, but this is very important.”
Shane leaned forward and indulged in a quick kiss, the barest press of his mouth against Ilya’s. “Of course.”
And so Ilya said, with all the gravitas he could muster, “Will you grill me a cheese?”
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It starts, as most things do, in the morning. Ilya is lying with his head in the crook of Shane’s shoulder, and Shane had really thought that he was asleep. He isn’t. He’s watching Shane, breathing deep and even, and Shane can picture his half closed eyes, his slack mouth.
He gives up his hiding place when he murmurs, accent thicker like it always is first thing after he wakes up, “What are you thinking about?”
Shane tenses, remembers it’s Ilya, relaxes. “You,” he says, simply, honestly.
(a litany of the many times ilya asks shane "what are you thinking about" and shane answers as honestly as he can)
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They brought Ilya a cot, and that was when he broke down. He was alone in the room, Shane asleep on the bed, and still he tried to cry quietly because Shane needed rest, that was what everyone kept saying, but eventually he ran out of air and had to take big, heaving breaths that tore their way out of his chest. Even though Ilya pressed his hands over his mouth, was almost choking on his fingers, Shane blinked awake.
It had been a normal morning. They were on the road, Anaheim the night before and now Houston. There was nothing fun to do in Houston except his husband, Ilya joked in the lobby while the keys were handed out. Hayes, who’d been given the room next to theirs, groaned and looked at the ceiling as if for divine help. But they’d gone to bed early, woken up with Ilya on his stomach and Shane sprawled across his back. Ilya had been so happy, waking up with Shane’s dead weight pressing him into the mattress, hand limp on the pillow. Ilya had kissed each one of his fingers, drawn the index into his mouth and sucked, woken Shane up like that.
And then later Shane was sprawled out across the ice, another kind of dead weight.
(a few years into their time on the cens, shane gets his bell rung again)
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The straps of Shane’s hockey bag dug into his shoulders as he stood by the welcome table and hoped that this year, it would be easier. It was reasonable, in his second year at camp, to expect that he wouldn’t be so caught up in everything that wasn't hockey, what to eat and where to go and who to talk to. Maybe this year, because he knew how everything would work, the routines and the expectations, he could actually make some friends.
Shane hugged his parents goodbye and assured them that he would be fine, just like he was last year—he hadn’t been fine, he’d been miserable, but there’d been hockey so it had been worth it—and then watched them drive away with only the smallest pit of fear in his stomach. He was hopeful. He was optimistic.
And then Shane locked eyes with Ilya, and something in that look told him that he was wrong, that he shouldn’t be sure of anything, that this person was going to divide his life into two pieces and he was helpless to stop it.
(or, after ilya's mother died, he was sent to live in canada with his aunt)
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they're teenagers ... you KNOW they're on their crystals texting when they should be doing literally anything else. and it's become my life's work to aproximate what that would be like
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ricky matsui single dadverse !!! miya matsui my beloved <3
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here we are and what the hell are we going to do with it by walkingthroughwindows
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
30 Jan 2026
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“Shane.” Ilya takes Shane’s head in his hands, squeezes his cheeks so that Shane looks puffy, absurd. Beloved. “I am saying that to me, even though you are retired, you will always be No. 1 hockey player. Fuck Wayne Gretzky.”
That’s what does it, as Ilya knew it would. Shane rears back, spluttering, outraged, trying not to laugh.
“Oh, I have committed blasphemy now. They will take back my citizenship, big crime, very sad.”
Shane smoothes his hands along Ilya’s calves, rests his fingertips on Ilya’s ankles. “Fuck Wayne Gretzky,” he says. He looks like he can’t believe what he’s saying. Ilya wonders, distantly, if he can get it on tape to play back to himself when things feel particularly bleak. “We can live in exile together. I don’t care. You’re my, my best, my second best hockey player forever too.”
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Shane decides he has to retire. Ilya, of course, will go with him.
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- Part 1 of hwa verse
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20 Feb 2026
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a sound is still a sound around no one by dykeries
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
12 Feb 2026
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Shane lifts one eyelid again to look at Rozanov. His eyes are red-rimmed. Like he’s been crying. “Why…why aren’t you in Boston?”
Rozanov’s brow furrows. “Why would I be in Boston?”
“You, you’re captain. Raiders. Boston.”
The room is silent except for the beeping of monitors.
In 2023, Shane takes a bad hit on the ice. When he wakes up, the last thing he remembers is a tuna melt.
There’s a lot to get used to.
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16 Feb 2026
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this is how i want to love you, cover to cover by allforyoumylove
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV)
11 Jan 2026
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“Don’t–” Ilya starts, already reaching, already cupping Shane’s face between both hands, thumbs warm and tender against his cheekbones like they’ve always belonged there.
Shane’s eyes are big and gorgeous and genuinely curious. “Don’t what?”
Don’t make me look like a lovesick idiot. Don’t make my heart trip over itself for a way out of my chest and into yours. Don’t say it like that—so fucking sincere—like you don’t know how devastating it is for me.
“Don’t butcher my language,” he says instead and kisses Shane’s smile hard, like reflex, like gravity, like there was never going to be another option.
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Shane sets out to learn Russian. Ilya discovers he's incapable of keeping his composure.
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09 Feb 2026
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Shane & Ilya's life after The Long Game, through Shane's eyes.
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26 Jan 2026
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just really good. biblically accurate characters and a meaningful plot i literally cannot ask for anything more
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Basrar swirls his hands in front of him, and with a burst of magic an ice cream sundae appears on the table.
“Fantastic,” Ayda says. “The creation of something from nothing. A truly splendid use of conjuration. I would deeply enjoy discussing the differences between the conjuration magic of djinn and the conjuration magic of wizards, but I won’t have this conversation now, because it wouldn't be as enjoyable as eating ice cream with Fig. On this date. We’re on a date. It's our first date, I’m very excited about it.”
“She’s my succubus,” Fig says. “Can we get spoons?”
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02 Jan 2025