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fuck me up, Florida by you-cant-spell-subtext-without (ayreisha)
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV)
16 Feb 2026
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Summary
In fact, Ilya’s absolutely certain that if he lets a kiss happen right fucking now, it’ll mess so much with his poor, shredded, and damaged heart that he wouldn’t know what to do with it.
So instead, he permits himself a small brush of Shane’s hair, on the pretense that he’s just pushing it out of his eyes, and then he steps out of the reach of Shane’s hand. Shane’s face immediately looks so crestfallen that Ilya blurts out:
“Let me walk you to your room.”
Like he’s - blyat, his fucking parent or they’re a couple in a 1950s movie, or something.
Shane’s eyes darken and - fuck this is a bad idea.
Just like everything else they do.
Ilya motions at Shane to drink more water while he grabs a sanitizing wipe and walks over to the bike he’d been using earlier. There’s a little burble of laughter behind him, and he looks up from wiping the seat down to raise an eyebrow at Shane.
“What? I am practicing good gym behavior. I am not an asshole.”
Shane’s face grows inordinately soft, then, and he says quietly:
“No. You’re not.”
Series
- Part 3 of Textual Healing