jandalie
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- Haikyuu!! (7)
- Heated Rivalry (TV) (3)
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I feel like he truly only likes me for my ass, Shane thinks. But thankfully, there’s just enough of his brain-to-mouth filter still working well enough to translate that to, “I feel like she truly only likes me for my dick. But maybe I wanna cuddle after or some shit. Is that a crime?”
“Absolutely not, Hollander. You should get all the cuddles you want after a good fuck.” Cliff raises his glass and winks.
He can't believe he's really just talking to Rozanov’s teammate and friend about him. Not that he knows it’s about Rozanov, but still.
Shane's never having vodka ever again. But for now, he’ll let it lower his inhibitions—if only to get all of this off his chest. Maybe then it’d stop fucking aching.
shane strikes up an unlikely friendship with cliff marleau after he walks out of ilya’s penthouse suite in vegas feeling worthless. it’s all fairly innocent at first, until a threesome with shane and a woman awakens something in cliff that he’s never even thought about before. he confides in ilya without revealing who his secret gay awakening was, but ilya connects the dots anyway and goes on a jealous rampage before finally confronting his feelings for shane.
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This thing that they have—whatever the hell it is—it’s good. It’s easy. It feels like the only thing keeping Ilya afloat sometimes.
He can’t let it get to a place where it’s more than just a good, convenient fuck and some fun teasing in between. Even if sometimes, in brief moments of tenderness, it already feels like it’s more than that. Or at least like it’s something that can be, if they just let it.
But they don’t. They can’t.
Although sometimes, Ilya does find himself giving in to the urge to look at Shane just a little bit longer, to let his touch be just a little bit gentler, more reverent, than what it would be for something as casual as they claim this to be—albeit sparingly.
Sometimes, just for a moment, he lets himself indulge. He lets some of that affection bleed out of him because he feels like he’ll implode if he doesn’t.
But he always catches himself before it can linger.
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where six months of ghosting is shane’s final straw and he cuts contact with ilya after vegas, tired of the wall that just keeps getting higher each time he tries to chip away at it
so ilya is forced to reckon with his feelings much sooner
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“Good game.” Ilya offers a hand under the net, which Shane reluctantly takes.
“You too. Maybe less trash talking across the net next time unless you can back it up, though.”
Ilya laughs. This guy really is a lot more interesting than people make him out to be.
“Was not trash talking. Was flirting,” he admits, catching Shane completely off guard.
“Huh?” He sputters. Ilya doesn’t miss the dusting of pink across his freckled cheeks. It’s fucking adorable.
“Will beat you next time, Hollander.” He winks as he walks away, leaving a flustered Shane Hollander behind.
shane and ilya have been in each other’s orbit since high school—playing against each other, going to training camps together. they’ve always been intrigued by the other, admiring their talent from afar. but there’s something else simmering just beneath the volleyball of it all.
their paths diverge for a bit when ilya goes pro right out of high school but shane plays in the collegiate league before they eventually reunite in the pros. fucking ensues, then feelings come after
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the hollanov x sakuatsu, heated rivalry x haikyuu fic that no one asked for
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We didn’t even kiss.
It was the fastest Kiyoomi had ever hit backspace on his phone keyboard, the blinking cursor at the bottom of his text thread with Atsumu staring back at him like it was mocking his momentary lapse in judgement.
The statement was laced with emotion—and Kiyoomi and Atsumu didn’t do emotions. They had explicitly agreed not to when they started this whole arrangement in the first place.
And had he been unable to stop himself from sending that stupid text, it would’ve unraveled the carefully crafted air of nonchalance that Kiyoomi had been tiptoeing around since he started suspecting that maybe he cared more than he would like to admit.
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inspired by the infamous unsent “we didn’t even kiss” text from heated rivalry because i see that fucking text when i close my eyes it will haunt me forever unless i get it out of my head somehow and i sakuatsu-fy everything in my head so
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“How ya feelin’?"
“A little nervous. I mean, I’m getting married for fuck’s sake. Would be weirder if I wasn’t nervous, right?”
“Hm, I guess yer right,” Atsumu concurred. He was a little distracted, seeing their reflection in the mirror, stood side by side wearing their finest suits. It almost looked like they were the ones getting married. If Atsumu just kept staring at their reflection then maybe he could live in that fantasy just a little while longer.
“Atsu?” Kiyoomi called, taking the blonde out of his reverie.
“Yeah?” He looked back, despite the monumental amount of effort it took for him to peel his eyes away from the fantasy that lived in the mirror and in his head.
Right. That wasn’t the reality he was living in. Kiyoomi was a groom, but he wasn’t his groom.
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this can be read as a standalone, but is an alternate ending to my other fic forever is a feeling
that fic had a happy ending for skts, and this explores what would have happened if atsumu never got over his fear of risking his friendship with kiyoomi and just watched him fall in love with wakatoshi instead. context from og fic in the notes :)
Series
- Part 2 of lost time