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“Ah, do you have ginger ale?”

No, he didn’t have ginger ale. Who had ginger ale? “Coke?” Ilya asked.

Shane Hollander gave the impression of someone who had expected to be disappointed. “Just water is fine.”

Ilya busied himself with a glass, ice, and water while Shane Hollander spread his paperwork out across the breakfast bar. Ilya delivered the glass and leaned against the other side of the bar, taking the main in. “You have freckles,” he said with delight.

“I have a CPA,” Shane Hollander said without looking up. He reached into his plain black briefcase and pulled out a plain black glasses case, from which he pulled a plain black pair of glasses and put them on.

Ilya palmed his phone and typed without looking. <i>Do you think it’s too soon to propose marriage?</i>

The answer came almost immediately. <i>To your boring tax man? Ilyusha, if you owe the government that much, just flee the country.</i>

“Ah, do you have ginger ale?” No, he didn’t have ginger ale. Who had ginger ale? “Coke?” Ilya asked. Shane Hollander gave the impression of someone who had expected to be disappointed. “Just water is fine.” Ilya busied himself with a glass, ice, and water while Shane Hollander spread his paperwork out across the breakfast bar. Ilya delivered the glass and leaned against the other side of the bar, taking the main in. “You have freckles,” he said with delight. “I have a CPA,” Shane Hollander said without looking up. He reached into his plain black briefcase and pulled out a plain black glasses case, from which he pulled a plain black pair of glasses and put them on. Ilya palmed his phone and typed without looking. <i>Do you think it’s too soon to propose marriage?</i> The answer came almost immediately. <i>To your boring tax man? Ilyusha, if you owe the government that much, just flee the country.</i>

#wipwednesday - more #HRfic or specifically taxfic

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“Today is terrible,” Ilya informed Svetlana when she picked up the phone.

“It’s eight in the morning, Ilyusha. How bad can it be?”

“The tax man is coming today.” Ilya tossed his towel in the laundry basket and dug in his closet, cradling the cell phone between his cheek and shoulder. “I only have club clothes, workout clothes, and game day suits. Which shirt says ‘I am a responsible adult who makes good money choices,’ do you think?”

“The government is coming?” Svetlana asked with real alarm.

“No, no, <em>my</em> tax man. Or the new one that my agent hired. This one isn’t just giving me pages to sign. He wants to explain my taxes to me.”

“That sounds like something a responsible adult who makes good money choices should do.”

Ilya groaned. “Sveta, do you know how many states I have to file tax returns in? He will be here all day.”

“Today is terrible,” Ilya informed Svetlana when she picked up the phone. “It’s eight in the morning, Ilyusha. How bad can it be?” “The tax man is coming today.” Ilya tossed his towel in the laundry basket and dug in his closet, cradling the cell phone between his cheek and shoulder. “I only have club clothes, workout clothes, and game day suits. Which shirt says ‘I am a responsible adult who makes good money choices,’ do you think?” “The government is coming?” Svetlana asked with real alarm. “No, no, <em>my</em> tax man. Or the new one that my agent hired. This one isn’t just giving me pages to sign. He wants to explain my taxes to me.” “That sounds like something a responsible adult who makes good money choices should do.” Ilya groaned. “Sveta, do you know how many states I have to file tax returns in? He will be here all day.”

“Your life is so hard,” Svetlana said with no sympathy whatsoever in her voice. “Wear the blue button-up and the jeans that make your ass look good. Maybe he’ll be impressed by that instead.”

“All jeans make my ass look good,” Ilya said.

“You know the ones. I have to go to work. Try not to ruin some poor tax accountant’s life when I’m not looking.”

“He’s probably the most boring man in the world, how can I ruin his life even more?” Ilya grumbled, but he let her hang up on him and dug out the blue button-up.

“Your life is so hard,” Svetlana said with no sympathy whatsoever in her voice. “Wear the blue button-up and the jeans that make your ass look good. Maybe he’ll be impressed by that instead.” “All jeans make my ass look good,” Ilya said. “You know the ones. I have to go to work. Try not to ruin some poor tax accountant’s life when I’m not looking.” “He’s probably the most boring man in the world, how can I ruin his life even more?” Ilya grumbled, but he let her hang up on him and dug out the blue button-up.

Welp. #HRfic

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 respect our marital bed by celli for jknj, bayleaves
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV)  

    Explicit
    No Archive Warnings Apply
    M/M
    Complete Work

09 Mar 2026
Tags

    No Archive Warnings Apply
    Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov
    Ilya Rozanov
    Shane Hollander
    Honeymoon
    Oral Sex
    Fluff and Humor
    Minor Kip Grady/Scott Hunter
    Established Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov
    no TLG spoilers

Summary

    Two days in Vegas and one at the cottage; scenes from a honeymoon. Sequel to "saving myself for marriage," aka the woke up married fic.

Series

    Part 2 of Married in Vegas 

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    English
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respect our marital bed by celli for jknj, bayleaves Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV) Explicit No Archive Warnings Apply M/M Complete Work 09 Mar 2026 Tags No Archive Warnings Apply Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov Ilya Rozanov Shane Hollander Honeymoon Oral Sex Fluff and Humor Minor Kip Grady/Scott Hunter Established Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov no TLG spoilers Summary Two days in Vegas and one at the cottage; scenes from a honeymoon. Sequel to "saving myself for marriage," aka the woke up married fic. Series Part 2 of Married in Vegas Language: English Words: 1,599 Chapters: 1/1 Hits: 0

New #HRfic, a sequel to the woke up married in Vegas fic:
🦕 respect our marital bed
🦕 E, 1600 words
🦕 Shane/Ilya with minor Scott/Kip
🦕 blow jobs and hammocks (no blow jobs in hammocks, yikes)
archiveofourown.org/works/80938631

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Scott Hunter texted Ilya and Shane the next morning.

🦕
Let me know if you're feeling up to company.

Me
No threesomes, please. Respect our marital bed.

“Marital bed? What, are you reading romance novels?”

“My phone died in the airport! I learned all sorts of new English words from it.”

“I bet you did.”

Jane
Ignore him. Come on up. 613.

Scott Hunter texted Ilya and Shane the next morning. 🦕 Let me know if you're feeling up to company. Me No threesomes, please. Respect our marital bed. “Marital bed? What, are you reading romance novels?” “My phone died in the airport! I learned all sorts of new English words from it.” “I bet you did.” Jane Ignore him. Come on up. 613.

#HRfic #wipwednesday I started a depressing scene and then I remembered that it's my story and I don't have to be depressing if I don't want to.

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The moodboard for the fic: Hudson basically shirtless with an unbuttoned shirt and unbuttoned jeans; Jungkook at Fashion Week looking intent; a fancy bathroom, a fancy chaise lounge, and someone on a cell phone.

The moodboard for the fic: Hudson basically shirtless with an unbuttoned shirt and unbuttoned jeans; Jungkook at Fashion Week looking intent; a fancy bathroom, a fancy chaise lounge, and someone on a cell phone.

 Hall Pass by celli for jknj
Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, Heated Rivalry (TV) RPF  

    Explicit
    No Archive Warnings Apply
    M/M
    Complete Work

03 Mar 2026
Tags
    Explicit
    No Archive Warnings Apply
    Jeon Jungkook/Hudson Williams
    Hudson Williams
    Jeon Jungkook
    Hall Pass
    Consensual Non-Monogamy
    canon compliant if you tilt your head and squint
    brief appearance by hudson's girlfriend
    One Night Stands
    Semi-Public Sex
    Anal Sex
    Spanking
    (v briefly)
    first fic in the pairing tag
    for good or for ill

Summary

    “Go hit that. As a personal favor to me. Take one for the team, or whatever.”

    Hudson Williams and Jeon Jungkook cross paths during Fashion Week.

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Hall Pass by celli for jknj Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, Heated Rivalry (TV) RPF Explicit No Archive Warnings Apply M/M Complete Work 03 Mar 2026 Tags Explicit No Archive Warnings Apply Jeon Jungkook/Hudson Williams Hudson Williams Jeon Jungkook Hall Pass Consensual Non-Monogamy canon compliant if you tilt your head and squint brief appearance by hudson's girlfriend One Night Stands Semi-Public Sex Anal Sex Spanking (v briefly) first fic in the pairing tag for good or for ill Summary “Go hit that. As a personal favor to me. Take one for the team, or whatever.” Hudson Williams and Jeon Jungkook cross paths during Fashion Week. Language: English Words: 2,217 Chapters: 1/1 Hits: 0

Stay up AO3: new fic! #HRfic #BtsFic
🛋 Heated Rivalry RPF/BTS
🛋 Hudson Williams/Jeon Jungkook
🛋 (very) E, 2.2K
🛋 Hudson meets Jungkook during Fashion Week, gets a hall pass from his v encouraging gf, and enjoys the amenities of a fancy bathroom
🛋 ty to my enablers
archiveofourown.org/works/80549271

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They were just inside the door of their hotel room; Ilya had shoved his shoes off and opened the champagne at the same time, in a feat of skill and coordination worthy of an MHL Cup MVP. He took another drink and then tipped it into Shane’s willing mouth.

“Mmm,” Shane said, and went back to hanging his pants over the edge of a chair. He unbuttoned his shirt, and then Ilya’s brain short-circuited at the sight of his husband - his husband! - in an unbuttoned dress shirt and black boxer briefs.

He reached around blindly and set the champagne down on what was probably a table, he didn’t fucking care, and reached for Shane.

“I wa--whoa!” Shane said as Ilya grabbed him and hoisted him in the air. He wrapped his legs around Ilya’s waist and held onto his shoulders as Ilya started walking them back towards the bed. “What are you doing?”

“Returning the favor,” Ilya said.

They were just inside the door of their hotel room; Ilya had shoved his shoes off and opened the champagne at the same time, in a feat of skill and coordination worthy of an MHL Cup MVP. He took another drink and then tipped it into Shane’s willing mouth. “Mmm,” Shane said, and went back to hanging his pants over the edge of a chair. He unbuttoned his shirt, and then Ilya’s brain short-circuited at the sight of his husband - his husband! - in an unbuttoned dress shirt and black boxer briefs. He reached around blindly and set the champagne down on what was probably a table, he didn’t fucking care, and reached for Shane. “I wa--whoa!” Shane said as Ilya grabbed him and hoisted him in the air. He wrapped his legs around Ilya’s waist and held onto his shoulders as Ilya started walking them back towards the bed. “What are you doing?” “Returning the favor,” Ilya said.

#wipwednesday I'm doing two stories today because why not! First, the #HRfic sequel to married in Vegas (this scene is set the night of the wedding):

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 saving myself for marriage by celli
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV)  

    Explicit
    No Archive Warnings Apply
    M/M
    Complete Work

16 Feb 2026
Tags

    No Archive Warnings Apply
    Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov
    Shane Hollander
    Ilya Rozanov
    The Pike Family (HR)
    Scott Hunter (Game Changers)
    Kip Grady
    Woke Up Married
    Las Vegas Wedding
    Established Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov
    Alcohol
    Bad Decisions
    or are they
    Minor Kip Grady/Scott Hunter
    no TLG spoilers

Summary

    “We got married, Mom,” Shane said.

    There was a slight pause. “Married,” his mother said.

    Shane grabbed the phone. “Yes, Mom. We got drunk and then we went and got drunk married in Vegas. Happy MLH Awards Day to us all.”

    “Shane,” Ilya said reprovingly.

    “Well, we did.”

Language:
    English
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saving myself for marriage by celli Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV) Explicit No Archive Warnings Apply M/M Complete Work 16 Feb 2026 Tags No Archive Warnings Apply Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov Shane Hollander Ilya Rozanov The Pike Family (HR) Scott Hunter (Game Changers) Kip Grady Woke Up Married Las Vegas Wedding Established Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov Alcohol Bad Decisions or are they Minor Kip Grady/Scott Hunter no TLG spoilers Summary “We got married, Mom,” Shane said. There was a slight pause. “Married,” his mother said. Shane grabbed the phone. “Yes, Mom. We got drunk and then we went and got drunk married in Vegas. Happy MLH Awards Day to us all.” “Shane,” Ilya said reprovingly. “Well, we did.” Language: English Words: 4,200 Chapters: 1/1 Hits: 0

It's the woke up married #HRfic!
💒 saving myself for marriage
💒 #HeatedRivalry
💒 Shane/Ilya, E, 4200 words
💒 Shane and Ilya get drunk married in Vegas
💒 that's it, that's the story
💒 archiveofourown.org/works/79694801

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Video

Not a Box on a Calendar

💕 #hollanov | E | 1.8k
💕 valentines any day (their version)
💕 no flowers just dick
💕 married sexin' hits different
💕 Ilya takes his time, Shane lets him

#heatedrivalry #gamechangers #hrfic #gcfic

archiveofourown.org/works/79600296

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THIS FRIDAY

#Rwrbfic #HRfic #HeatedRivalry #crossover

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Ilya laughed. They were fast. “I need my lawyer before I talk,” he joked, trying to sidestep the trap.

4/4
#rwrbfic #HRfic #heatedrivalry #RWRB #Wipwednesday

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“Yes. Apparently, you wanted to check if we were...” Alex turned to Henry, who was watching with a quiet, knowing smirk.

“...less sexy than you and your husband,” Henry finished.

“Yes, exactly. So?”

3/4
#rwrbfic #HRfic #heatedrivalry #RWRB #Wipwednesday

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“Alex Claremont-Diaz.”

Alex shook his hand and held his hand in an iron grip. “The famous one. We heard about you this afternoon.”

Ilya decided to play innocent. “Ah, yes?”

2/4
#rwrbfic #HRfic #heatedrivalry #Wipwednesday

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“Ilya, honey?” his mother asked through the phone speaker. “Is everything okay?”

“Ah…I don’t think I would call it okay,” Ilya said. He gestured Shane over. “A good thing might have happened? But a scary one.”

“I’m…not sure I know what that means,” Shane’s mother said carefully.

“We got married, Mom,” Shane said.

There was a slight pause. “Married,” his mother said.

“Yes, Mom. We got drunk and then we went and got drunk married in Vegas. Happy MLH Awards Day to us all.”

“Shane,” Ilya said reprovingly.

“Well, we did.”

“Ilya, honey?” his mother asked through the phone speaker. “Is everything okay?” “Ah…I don’t think I would call it okay,” Ilya said. He gestured Shane over. “A good thing might have happened? But a scary one.” “I’m…not sure I know what that means,” Shane’s mother said carefully. “We got married, Mom,” Shane said. There was a slight pause. “Married,” his mother said. “Yes, Mom. We got drunk and then we went and got drunk married in Vegas. Happy MLH Awards Day to us all.” “Shane,” Ilya said reprovingly. “Well, we did.”

Hey, it's #wipwednesday - more of the #HRfic which is causing me the usual amount of stress. 😬

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I got to beta read this, and it’s an absolute delight!! Go read it!! 🏒❤️

#HeatedRivalry #HRfic

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#hrfic #k8fic Hockey peeps question: The following is the basic underlying premise for what is mostly a piss kink fic, could you take a look and let me know if there's something wildly implausible I'm missing? essentially Ilya is hyping Shane up for a meeting with [commissioner?].

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Ilya inclined his head. “Pieces are coming back to me.” He smiled slightly. “I remember dancing.”

“Yeah, I remember you dancing, too,” Shane said, trying to keep the bite from his voice. From Ilya’s grin, he failed.

“You did not like it when I danced, Hollander? Then why did you watch so closely?”

“Fuck. <em>you.</em> I'm sorry I was nice to you this morning.” Shane took a long drink of his ginger ale. 

“You are not.”

Shane glared at Ilya over the rim of his can.

Ilya slid closer and put his free hand high on Shane's leg. “You are not,” he said again, giving Shane a sultry look.

“I'm a little sorry,” Shane said, but he was leaning closer. “You brushed your teeth, right?”

“Come find out,” Ilya said.

“Gross,” Shane said, and kissed him.

Ilya inclined his head. “Pieces are coming back to me.” He smiled slightly. “I remember dancing.” “Yeah, I remember you dancing, too,” Shane said, trying to keep the bite from his voice. From Ilya’s grin, he failed. “You did not like it when I danced, Hollander? Then why did you watch so closely?” “Fuck. <em>you.</em> I'm sorry I was nice to you this morning.” Shane took a long drink of his ginger ale. “You are not.” Shane glared at Ilya over the rim of his can. Ilya slid closer and put his free hand high on Shane's leg. “You are not,” he said again, giving Shane a sultry look. “I'm a little sorry,” Shane said, but he was leaning closer. “You brushed your teeth, right?” “Come find out,” Ilya said. “Gross,” Shane said, and kissed him.

#wipwednesday from the woke up married #HRfic

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Saint Sebastian, by Guido Reni

Saint Sebastian, by Guido Reni

#k8fic #hrfic currently have Scott and Kip bonding over how queer-gazey some of the Catholic saints (and Jesus) imagery was. Kip has told Scott that this painting was part of what got him interested in art history. he'd seen St Sebastian representations before and then he saw this one.

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#HRfic rec! This made me tear up in the good way.

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#hrfic #k8fic hmm. And I could see the catalyst for that being something where Alexei is desperate for cash and sells a 'big scandal' that Ilya lied about his age during youth hockey, and was older than he should have been. which breaks down as an actual scandal pretty quickly because it would have

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#hrfic Russian stuff question.

He says his father is a cop right? But does any of that chest candy we see on his dad during that tie-tying scene mean he has a military history? Alternately, would it be typical/usual for a man of his age in his position to have military history?

context is,

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#hrfic hahaha okay. So what if we detach the Hayden part, set it somewhere post HR/mid TLG before Shane comes out to Hayden. And one day at practice Hayden comes up to Shane like oh my God Oh my god so get this. according to [DNA test company] I have this random secret half brother! No idea who he

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#hrfic other Ilya backstory thought: what if she was bipolar, swinging in Ilya's youthful recollection between sparklingly funny and vibrant and the sad weeks, but he may not even have the language of that for a while, not until he starts researching his own mental health. And then, when they

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#hrfic Just had a sad idea :(. What if Ilya's mom got sent for frequent ECT (electroshock therapy) for her depression, and always came back forgetful and checked out, and bb Ilya took it upon himself to bring his old mama back by being silly and affectionate (which did not go over well with Dad or

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#hrfic So my goal is to get this done quick and dirty, under 5k, Ilya POV, loooosely in the same universe as my first one. maybe? I'm going for a bit of the same energy but them pretty far in the future, post TLG. tentative plan is to create a series to keep my PWPs in. The energy I'm going for in

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#hrfic I'm interested in any & all headcanon and you have for TV Kip. You can bring in book support if you want but I'm looking specifically at the TV version. How old was he when he came out? Where is his mom? (I think this is answered in the book?) is he an only child? Where did he go to college?

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Shane.”

“Mm?” Shane asked. 

He felt Ilya shift under him. “<em>Shane</em>.”

Shane mumbled another complaint before starting the work it took to figure out which limbs were his and untangle them from Ilya’s. It was normally a slow process - Shane didn’t wake up well on the best of days, and especially not the night after being out late - but it was cut short when Ilya sat up, grabbed Shane’s arms, and jerked him upright too.

“Ilya!” Shane’s eyes snapped open. “What the fuck?”

“What the fuck, that’s what the fuck,” Ilya said. 

Once Shane focused on him, he saw that Ilya was pale and sweating. “Are you all right?” he asked. “Do you need to puke?”

“No. Maybe. Not the point.” 

“I’m very confused,” Shane said.

“You’re very something else,” Ilya said flatly. He held up his left hand, fingers spread. A shiny new ring glittered on his ring finger.

Shane.” “Mm?” Shane asked. He felt Ilya shift under him. “<em>Shane</em>.” Shane mumbled another complaint before starting the work it took to figure out which limbs were his and untangle them from Ilya’s. It was normally a slow process - Shane didn’t wake up well on the best of days, and especially not the night after being out late - but it was cut short when Ilya sat up, grabbed Shane’s arms, and jerked him upright too. “Ilya!” Shane’s eyes snapped open. “What the fuck?” “What the fuck, that’s what the fuck,” Ilya said. Once Shane focused on him, he saw that Ilya was pale and sweating. “Are you all right?” he asked. “Do you need to puke?” “No. Maybe. Not the point.” “I’m very confused,” Shane said. “You’re very something else,” Ilya said flatly. He held up his left hand, fingers spread. A shiny new ring glittered on his ring finger.

wip-whatever day it is, lol. #HRfic

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Scott can't control the sun, and he can't control the darkness, but now he has the power to know when they're coming. He can sit in his big warm safe empty apartment overlooking the never-dark city and watch the sunset colors drain from the sky like blood from a carcass. He's a grown man, older than his parents ever got to be, and yet he still watches the sun go down when he gets the chance. To prove he's not afraid? To reach back through time to that little boy and show him this isn't the last sunset he'll ever see. To reach back for a little of that boy's calm acceptance at the end. If he could live through that, he can live through anything, even a loneliness so sharp it makes him want to peel off his own skin to see if there's anything real underneath.

Scott can't control the sun, and he can't control the darkness, but now he has the power to know when they're coming. He can sit in his big warm safe empty apartment overlooking the never-dark city and watch the sunset colors drain from the sky like blood from a carcass. He's a grown man, older than his parents ever got to be, and yet he still watches the sun go down when he gets the chance. To prove he's not afraid? To reach back through time to that little boy and show him this isn't the last sunset he'll ever see. To reach back for a little of that boy's calm acceptance at the end. If he could live through that, he can live through anything, even a loneliness so sharp it makes him want to peel off his own skin to see if there's anything real underneath.

wip Thursday? (from a story where Scott was stuck in the car with his parents after the crash) #hrfic

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Hey there I got a few new followers recently and I just want to say that I do tend to make long-ass rambling threads but I try to do my best to hashtag them, so you can mute them if you like. I tend to use #k8fic for general writing rambling #hrfic for heated rivalry specific #k8food for cooking

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#hrfic #k8fic re this Skip fic, they're presented in episode 3 as such an all in with both feet thing, emotionally and physically. and as heartbreaking as their pause at the end was, It was also ambiguous. setting aside book Canon, you can make guesses but it's also ambiguous what their

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#k8fic #hrfic And I don't think it would be possible for them if it wasn't for my additional headcanon that shortly after S gets back from Sochi, K is moving to Boston for gradschool. falling back into old patterns would be too easy in the same city. And I also think the Shane hookup makes it

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