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bedtime stories by weeb_grass
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
14 Jul 2026
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Ilya rubs at his nose, thumb hovering over the text screen as he thinks of the least-weird way he can offer what he’d like to offer. In the end, he settles for straightforwardness. Shane’s never complained about how seemingly blunt he is before, he doesn’t think he’ll start now.
Lily: I could read it to you
Lily: If you’d like
Or: Shane can't read before bed after getting hit during the Boston game. It gives him a headache. Ilya volunteers his voice.
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14 Jul 2026
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"Why," The officer repeats, leaning forward, "Were you at his apartment? You have to admit, it's pretty strange to—"
"We're together." Shane interrupts, tone flat. It doesn't make his stomach churn to say it out loud. It doesn't make him want to shrink into the uncomfortable plastic chair he's sitting in. "We had a three-day stretch with no games, so I was staying with him."
The officer bristles. He has a nametag, but Shane has no interest in reading it. He seems, overall, unconvinced. Shane supposes if he was a cop who was clearly awful at his job and stuck on the night shift, he'd probably be just as miserable.
"Okay," He sighs, "Let's start again. Tell us what happened, from the beginning."
[ or: or…hollanov get outed because of a home invasion, and the shooting isn’t even the worst part of ilya’s year! ]
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10 Jul 2026
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Anya is lying on the rug instead of her little bed. She’s growling and whimpering and thrashing, though she’s clearly asleep. Something tightens in Ilya’s chest. His poor girl.
He kneels next to her and carefully strokes her fur. “Hey, Anya. Hello my sweet baby. Is okay. Is only a nightmare. I am here.”
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Anya has a nightmare. Ilya and Shane sit with her.
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01 Jul 2026
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Yuna can’t help it. There’s just something about Ilya Rozanov that rubs her the wrong way.
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01 Jul 2026
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“Uh,” he says, looking up from his screen and feeling his ears go hot, realizing for the first time that this habit of his hasn’t actually come up before until this exact moment.
“What?” Rozanov asks, sounding more amused than anything else. “You are one of the people who does Instagram for food now?”
“No,” Shane says, stalling between answering and finishing his Snap so he can send it to Melissa, “one sec.” He finishes typing out 'Tuna melt. Chips. Pickles. It smells really good. Swiss cheese, I think.' before he looks back to Rozanov, putting his phone facedown on the coffee table. “Just sending it to someone on the staff. She likes knowing what I’m eating.”
He doesn’t know if Melissa likes knowing what he’s eating, per se, but she also seems pleased when he talks about enjoying food for things beyond how many grams of protein it has in it.
“Ah,” Rozanov says, in a tone Shane can’t quite read. “You always send her your food then, this girl?”
(shane has a habit of sending his team's dietician his meals for approval) (the problem with this habit? he forgets to tell ilya exactly what it is that melissa does) (how the tuna meltdown is AVERTED through the power of miscommunication)
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30 Jun 2026