HR S2 not soon enough (previosuly notskams)

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[reheatedrivalri]

Anyone else remember this? An ex athlete called a radio station to reveal he had a thing with a fellow player 20 years ago, and the guy suddenly disappeared. It’s really heartbreaking and watching Heated Rivalry made him want to share his story (anonymously)

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After the story came out, that guy reached out, 20 years later!! It’s beautiful

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[connorhudsongifs]

CONNOR STORRIE in HEATED RIVALRY HUDSON WILLIAMS in YAGA

[reheatedrivalri]

ok, i need fic recs. but let me give my top faves. i’m sure i’m missing some too…

- winners verse by pressuretoparty (only smut heavy fic in my list because the prose is delicious and the feelings are exquisite)

- Please don't leave (I won't ever) by 17darwinism

- the texture of memory by artifice

- the courtship of ilya rozanov by cherrylilies (cherrydialectic), lover come home to me by the same author :)

- Glitterbomb by rottenraebirch ( i always love what they write)

- everything written by bugslibrary (obsessed)

there’s some anonymous fics, windoq on ao3 and few others who are not active on here much

[recenterhudmilan]

Going from a homosexual cutiepie to the bisexual spawn of Satan is so beautiful.

[reheatedrivalri]

Yalll.. it’s been too long, i need Ilya rozanov new voice content. I miss that voice

[loony-wolf-bird]

Ilya's creation was a prank to humanity, giving him an ass like that but then making him a top

[russianblush]

mr. uh.....landlord

[moonlightsonatah]

hang it in the louvre

pt 46/?

[deanspunchingbag]

sorry i cant stop thinking about it

shane: hey :) play better next time best buddy :)

scott: take ilyas dick out of your mouth before you talk to me

[francoisarnaudsource]

François Arnaud + pull-ups 😳

[russianblush]

words have lost all meaning

[rozanovs]

hudson williams as henry park in YAGA (2006)

[brian-kinney-apologist]

kinda moving my belongings to the yaga fandom as we speak because holly shit that trailer was sooo good

[reheatedrivalri]

HUDBUD WHAT DID YA DO

at this point we cant watch s2 of HR if we’re all DEAD

[hojiau]

sugar on my tongue shane is expecting ilya to be a party animal every night. he expects responsibility--that ilya will show up to practice and work hard. of course. but based on what he's heard of the transfer, he's also expecting him to party hard as well.

what he is NOT expecting is ilya to ask what he's doing most nights and actually show a genuine interest. he definitely throws around the word boring to a degree that shane thinks is a little extensive but some nights, he shrugs. he stays in the room. he cajoles shane into watching 10 things i hate about you and a knight's tale and fast and furious.

shane learns ilya likes fast things. he plays candy crush like a menace but he plays scrabble as well--trying to work on his english. within a few weeks, shane has the addresses of local bookstores to try out.

sometimes ilya DOES go out. shane finds himself more agitated on these nights, more likely to stay up.

he texts ilya remember not to drink too much and gets a string of parentheses back and a yes, i am watching drink, see? with a picture of his glass. shane doesn't think much of it, though the corners of his lips curl up just slightly at ilya's snark. he isn't expecting the next text, though.

next time you come with, yes?

[boringmenace]

Ilya thinking he’s about to embark on a sexcation only to be bombarded by cutieful Shane Hollander with plans to spend the rest of their lives together which effectively alters Ilya’s brain chemistry to be The Boyfriend of all time is straight up the funniest thing about heated rivalry

[shanehollandered]

hookup era hollanov snippet

Rozanov’s grin grows. “Or maybe,” he drawls when Shane stays silent, unable to give an answer. “You are my consolation prize?”

Shane’s stomach feels funny and the skin of his scalp prickles. His face is unbearably hot but he refuses to duck his head, even when Rozanov’s eyes track over his cheeks, taking it all in with obvious delight.

“You fucking wish,” Shane says with a roll of his eyes. “Besides, a consolation prize is worth shit. Don’t tell me you’d actually want one.”

And oh—that’s probably what the girl Rozanov planned to meet up with was. Well. She definitely would have been a consolation prize.

Rozanov grins at him, wide and happy. He leans in then, mouth so close to Shane’s ear that Shane feels his lips against it. “No. I want the jackpot.”

It makes Shane squirm and shudder, makes him sway into Rozanov even as he leans back again to catch Shane’s gaze, as if he was a moth drawn to a flame: helpless but to fly too close to something that would inevitably burn him.

Except…Rozanov doesn’t burn him. He sets Shane ablaze, yes, but he doesn’t burn him. Maybe that’s the problem.

“For losing?” Shane manages to say somewhat steadily, even with his heart beating on his tongue. “That’s fucking rich, dude.”

Rozanov’s still grinning but it turns devious. “So you think you are jackpot?”

Shane sucks in a breath. “That’s not—you said—” He clamps his mouth shut, flustered. “I’m not here to—be anything. I just—”

“Just what?” Rozanov asks, eyes alight with teasing joy, and Shane wants to kiss him so badly it almost distracts him from answering.

“There’s nobody else who knows how this win feels but you,” Shane blurts. It’s true. And it’s a shitty thing to say, considering Rozanov lost both the game and his chance at the Cup this year, and Shane is the reason for it, and Shane isn’t sorry for that, he’s proud and happy, and he knows—he knows—Rozanov would think less of him if Shane actually felt bad about his victory, but it’s not like Shane wants to rub it in, not really, not at all. It’s—

It’s that while the loss undeniably stings Rozanov, maybe he’s proud of Shane for winning, too.

The thought fully forms before Shane has the wherewithal to stop it from happening. And once it’s there, it spreads a weird, hopeful feeling through his entire body that’s hard to ignore and even harder to tamp down, laying bare something he doesn’t want to look too closely at.