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1. Even When I'm Quiet, I Love You, Baby, I Promise. by shanebug_2481

   Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV)  

   • Not Rated
   • No Archive Warnings Apply
   • M/M
   • Complete Work

   29 Jul 2026

   Tags

   • No Archive Warnings Apply
   • Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov
   • Shane Hollander
   • Ilya Rozanov
   • Autistic Shane Hollander
   • Shane Hollander Has Sensory Issues
   • Shane Hollander Has an Oral Fixation
   • Shane Hollander Has Food Issues
   • Ilya Rozanov Loves Shane Hollander
   • Shane Hollander Loves Ilya Rozanov
   • Shane Hollander Needs a Hug
   • Soft Ilya Rozanov
   • Protective Ilya Rozanov
   • Soft Dom Ilya Rozanov
   • Ilya Rozanov Takes Care of Shane Hollander
   • Anxious Shane Hollander
   • Shane Hollander Has Panic Attacks
   • Non-Sexual Intimacy
   • Emotional Intimacy
   • Canon Autistic Character
   • Worried Ilya Rozanov
   • Good Significant Other Ilya Rozanov
   • Light Angst
   • light self deprecation
   • Meltdown
   • Ilya Rozanov Calls Shane Hollander Pet Names
   • Fluff and Hurt/Comfort
   • Tooth-Rotting Fluff
   • Stubborn Shane Hollander
   • no beta we die like ilya's dad
   • Crying
   • Ilya Rozanov Speaks Russian
   • no AI
   • Fuck AI
   • Texting
   • Vivid description of autistic meltdown
   • sensory shutdown

   Summary

   "In here," Shane wanted to scream. "I can't breathe. Help me," he wanted to say; "I need you."

   He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He was imprisoned by his silence and the feeling of his body trembling against the tile floor.

   “Moya lyubov?” the Russian called again.

   Shane could hear his footsteps against the floor; he was going to the bedroom – he was going the wrong way.

   "Please," he wanted to scream. "I’m here, and I’m dying."

   He tried to speak again, but the words caught in his throat.

   He wanted so badly to call for Ilya. Shutting his eyes, he pushed all the air from his lungs, trying to dislodge whatever it was that inhibited his speech.

   The footsteps were still retreating, traveling further away from Shane. A tear slid down his cheek, and finally, a timid whimper pushed past his lips – it was barely audible.

   Ilya’s shoes stopped moving.

   Or: Shane has a meltdown and Ilya finds him

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