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You, and Me, and This Forever Thing by angeltaser
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
23 Jul 2026
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Once upon a time, Ilya had put a pretty girl in the passenger seat of his Porsche and fingered her while he pushed 120 down the interstate. He’d kissed drunk boys in seedy European clubs. He’d been impossibly hot, impossibly cool.
Moreover, he was impossibly ill-prepared for the dizzying experience of being Shane Hollander’s boyfriend. Because Shane was turning out to be a really good boyfriend, the kind that quietly handled expensive restaurant checks, the kind that made soup when he was sick and held open his coat for him.
Ilya basically had no choice but to get hard about it.
Or: a 5+1 of Ilya versus Shane’s boyfriendisms, told over the years.
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Mike Ross is one of the best damn employees at Pearson Hardman. Only he's not Harvey's associate - he's Jessica's.
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Mike knows that he’s staring, that his jaw has dropped from shock, and most ridiculously of all in the silence that follows Harvey’s declaration the only thing Mike can hear in his head is Mary Poppins’ voice saying close your mouth please, Michael, we are not a codfish.
So Mike makes the concerted effort to close his mouth, and then after a few more painfully awkward seconds Mike says, “I’m sorry, can you repeat that?”
Harvey sighs heavily. “I think we should get married.” -
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The last thing Mike expects when Harvey comes through the door of the apartment and throws his keys on the shiny kitchen counter is for him to stop by the couch and say, “we need to get married,” in a flat tone.
“Well that’s the least romantic proposal I’ve ever heard.” Mike puts his iPad on the coffee table and swings his legs up on the couch, raising his eyebrows at Harvey. “Want to try that again?”
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“I was,” Ilya waves at the clothes, flushing pink. “Cutting tags.”
It’s Shane’s turn to blink at him. “Tags?”
“Yes,” Ilya says, rubbing his nose. God, it’s unfair how good he looks—wearing Shane’s old hoodie, curls flopping over his forehead and blushing pink. “Did not think you would come back so early. I was going to finish and put them all back before you noticed.”
Shane stares at him. “Why?” he asks, soft.
“You don’t like them,” Ilya shrugs, like it’s simple.
Ilya’s cutting off the tags from his clothes because Shane doesn’t like them. Ilya, who in all the years Shane has known him, has never once seemed bothered by them.
“Yesterday,” Ilya explains, reaching over the bed and dropping the scissors on the bedside table, next to a pile of cut off tags. So many of them. “You were pulling at collar. Like this,” Ilya tugs at the collar of his own shirt, mirroring what Shane did for probably a millisecond yesterday.
“You saw that?” Shane asks, awestruck. Fucking hell.
or, ilya rozanov is deeply, deeply in love with shane hollander. the one where ilya rozanov is the loverboy of all time.
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- Part 2 of darcy's hollanov fics