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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov
Characters: Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, Original Children of Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov
Additional Tags: Lover Boy Ilya Rozanov, Weight Gain, Chubby Ilya Rozanov, Fat Ilya Rozanov, He gets really fat in this, Weight Issues, Slight Mobility Issues, Slice of Life, Belly Kink
Summary:
It starts with a weed-eater, “For trimming around my gardens, Shane.” Ilya will start up his weed-eater, solid arms yanking the pull chain back, he’ll walk around his raised garden beds and along the edges of his flower beds, carefully trimming the grass. He always does it shirtless. Shane would argue that it wasn’t appropriate dress for manual labor, but then he wouldn’t get to see Ilya’s gorgeous broad shoulders shinning with sweat. He wouldn’t get to watch the line of Ilya’s back as he lifts the shockingly heavy equipment.
A look at several summers at the cottage and Ilya’s love for yard work and Shane’s love for watching his husband do yard work.
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we need to start drawing more female characters fat. we need to be writing fanfiction about them gaining weight. we need to start hornyposting about about female characters who aren't fat in canon gaining weight and having big bellies and arms and you know what i can't finish this post because im about to pass out
ilya taking shane out to a bar just to get him drunk so he can fuck him like that and he has to force shane not to drink too fast because he's so excited to go home and try to beg incoherently to stop while his husband puts him through the mattress
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov
Characters: Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, Original Children of Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov
Additional Tags: Lover Boy Ilya Rozanov, Weight Gain, Chubby Ilya Rozanov, Fat Ilya Rozanov, He gets really fat in this, Weight Issues, Slight Mobility Issues, Slice of Life, Belly Kink
Summary:
It starts with a weed-eater, “For trimming around my gardens, Shane.” Ilya will start up his weed-eater, solid arms yanking the pull chain back, he’ll walk around his raised garden beds and along the edges of his flower beds, carefully trimming the grass. He always does it shirtless. Shane would argue that it wasn’t appropriate dress for manual labor, but then he wouldn’t get to see Ilya’s gorgeous broad shoulders shinning with sweat. He wouldn’t get to watch the line of Ilya’s back as he lifts the shockingly heavy equipment.
A look at several summers at the cottage and Ilya's love for yard work and Shane's love for watching his husband do yard work.
Bringing some angst and maybe some depressed 6XLya because reasons. They are either straight out denied or everything put on a hold for adoption due to concerns about Ilya’s size, even with their wealth and fame. I could see lots of comfort from Shane who is also prepared to publicly hype up his perfect husband and go fully scorched earth about the whole thing. Ultimately I think I would work out for them either from Shane going in hard, the money / fame winning out, or them going the surrogate route.
hey, fuck. This took me through an incredible spectrum of emotions. Here goes.
Shane puts his cellphone down on the side table, cold crawling over his skin. He resents the call. He resents the phone. The silence in the room is massive.
Beside him, Ilya sets his legs, rocks himself back, and gets to his feet with a quiet grunt. “Prostí menya, lyubímyy,” he says, voice low. Then he turns, and walks slowly outside.
Shane sits still for a minute, then he follows him onto the deck.
It’s chilly outside without a jacket. The October wind brings up gooseflesh on his arms. Cold, dead wood under his bare feet as he crosses the deck to where Ilya has sat down on the edge of a deck chair, looking out onto the green lawn, all the fallen leaves, solid and round as a boulder with his shoulders hunched. His thoughts are coming off him in waves, but Shane isn’t sure he can begin to know what they are.
“Do you want to be alone?” Shane asks him.
Hesitation. Ilya shakes his head. Shane drags the other chair closer and sits down across from him. “…I don’t need you to apologize to me,” he says quietly, “We’re in this together, right? And they didn’t say no, they said—“
“I know what they said.” Ilya says roughly, “It does not change anything, Shane. We will figure it out, I will figure something out, I know this. But… fuck.”
“…Yeah,” Shane agrees. Fuck. They’ve been planning for this for months, dreaming about it for years now. They’d thought the home visit and their interviews had been a done deal, the agency representatives drinking their coffee and seeming so happy with the house, chatting them up. And now this call, not to tell them they’ve made it to the list but that, in more avoidant words, they’ll be eligible as soon as Ilya manages to lose an easy two hundred and fifty pounds. As if he isn’t going to be able to give a kid a loving home while fat.
There had been moments of wondering. He’d felt snatches of worry on guilty occasions, overlaying an imaginary bawling toddler over the scene while watching his partner wade through a world grown too small. What if X, what if Y. Like a man’s ability to move quickly, get up off the floor easily is a quality that will make or break him as a capable parent, and people with less maligned disabilities don’t raise children well all the time. Like awful people, parents, don’t pass muster all the time because they have a pretty facade.
It’s bias. He’s certain of that.
“Let’s go in,” Ilya says once they’ve sat long enough, “You are cold.” But he doesn’t move.
Shane stands. Offers him a hand.
They lay on the wide sectional couch together, Shane with his head resting on Ilya’s big, cushioned inner arm. There could be a baby safe asleep in the divot where their bodies meet, enjoying the warmest nap.
“I had been worried,” Ilya says into Shane’s temple. Shane can feel the words moving through his neck and jaw as much as he can hear them.
“…Yeah?”
Ilya swallows. “…Da. Is hard to be ignorant of this kind of thing.” He rubs the crest of his belly with the hand not trapped under Shane’s arm. Shane can hear things in his sigh. Surrender, and resolve.
He remembers going out together, years ago now, and realizing that the people staring at them downtown weren’t doing so out of recognition. Their time front and center in the hockey headlines was over, and he hadn’t been on any billboards in a while. Ilya’s size was the spectacle. “Mommy, mommy,” a little kid had nearly shouted in the supermarket, “Why is his tummy so big?”
The mortified mother had been fighting not to look their way. She’d been wondering the same thing too. Ilya had smiled and waved.
“We’re getting a second opinion,” Shane says to him now, “We’re gonna call them back, have a redo, and if they say no again, then… fuck them. We’ll go back and look at something else.”
Ilya turns his head in Shane’s direction, as far as his neck will let him. Shane pushes himself up to give Ilya a kiss.
“…Okay,” Ilya says.
“We’re not fucking quitters,” Shane says. He thinks he sounds insolent, but it’s true. “You’re going to be a better father than most people ever have.”
And he wouldn’t want this if he didn’t want it together. Ilya gives him a squeeze.
“… I was thinking about baby lying right here,” Ilya says quietly, gesturing to the cradle where their bodies meet. His voice is suddenly thick. “Having nap.”
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I saw your tags about Shane being publicly pressured/enabled to overeat and getting patted down at TSA and now I neeeed to hear more of your thoughts on fat Shane situational humiliation… the intensity of his embarrassment might actually be the death of Ilya (and me)
Anon is talking about this lovely TSA post from @raspberry-kittykat (which everyone should go read please it's so good) and also just that I can't shut up about the fact that Shane has the perfect personality for being pressured into overeating all the time.
It truly can take so many forms but one of my favorites is 'oh shit someone ordered food for me without asking and now I have to eat it or I look rude!!' Which maybe he believes because he is Autistic™ and takes his cues from his family, so when Yuna tells him as a kid he needs to finish what's given to him and it's rude not to finish, it just carries with him into adulthood. Like Rose pushing the fries towards him when they meet, telling him to take one, and he does with no question- I rewatched that scene and Rose says "I'm not going to fit into my costume if I eat them all" and there's just something about Rose using Shane to finish her food and Shane feeling obligated to do it upon her insistance. (This post by @chubbyshanehollander has some extremely great thoughts on Rose kind of accidentally pressuring Shane into overeating it’s so good)
buuuut also maybe Shane and Ilya go over to the Pike's for dinner, and Hayden pulls Shane aside when him and Ilya arrive, just to tell Shane that Jackie is trying out a new recipe and to please have a little, even if it isn't according to his diet, just for tonight. And Shane wants to say no but there's a look of desperation in Hayden's eyes that makes him fold, and he agrees with a sigh. Being led back to the table, it looks like Jackie made a pot roast with mashed potatoes and dinner rolls, and Shane is very all or nothing- he fills his plate with a hearty scoop of mashed potatoes and pot roast. He usually would measure his food by his diet portions but Shane was explicitly told to not abide by the diet for one meal, so he just put what he thought was a normal amount of food on his plate, it looked fine to him. That was, until he made eye contact with Ilya to see him raise an eyebrow at Shane's plate, saying nothing but clearly surprised. Ilya said nothing, just staring as Shane picked up two dinner rolls to put on the side of his plate. Jackie and Hayden had been preoccupied opening a wine that had the cork break, so when they sat back down and Jackie saw Shane's generous portion, she smiled and said 'someone must be hungry!', which made Shane blush, was it really that much food? Shane stuttered out something about having had an extra long cardio session and a small lunch, but it fell to the background as Jackie started raving about the recipe and how she'd gotten from another WAG on the team, saying she'd added something to improve the dish and she wanted to know what everyone thought.
Shane is about to start eating when Ilya pushes the butter dish towards Shane's plate, 'for the rolls' he says, then continues listening to Jackie talk about the preparation she had done for the dinner that night, like it was normal. Shane wasn't used to this, people suggesting things gently, with no out for him to take. That's how he finds himself clearing his plate, even though he felt like he could've stopped around halfway through, and he leaned back in his chair to try and make space for his overfull stomach. Shane is listening to Hayden and Ilya throw biting remarks at each other, while he knows he should be interfering he is more focused on relieving the discomfort in his belly. He tried to stop halfway through his plate but Hayden had given him a pleading look and Shane really needs to get better at saying no to his best friend. He's bloated, and the belt he's wearing is putting a stupid amount of pressure on his stomach, he wants to take it off but he doesn't know how to without it being obvious.
Shane quickly excuses himself to the bathroom and releases his stuffed belly from it's prison, unbuttoning the jeans he'd worn as well. Shane stood in front of the mirror, looking at his abdomen: it was bowed out, tight with pressure. He pressed down on the top of his stomach and it dislodged a burp, coming up rapidly and without warning. Shane couldn't believe he got himself here, this was why he stuck to his diet, his usual portions. The skin of his belly was extra sensitive under his fingertips, and for a second it felt almost good. Shane was sure it was just a feeling of relief, that it felt good to not be in pain, but there was something deeper, something connected to the way Jackie said 'someone must be hungry!' and the way Ilya pushed the butter towards him. He didn't have time to figure this out, he had to get out there before someone came to check on him and see if something was wrong from how long he'd been in there.
With effort he tried to suck in and button his jeans up, which he got up (just barely) before realizing he had nowhere to put the belt. He couldn't put it back on, but he couldn't throw it away either, his dad had gotten it for him and he didn't want to just give up on it (worst case scenario he punches more holes to extend it). He didn't have any way of hiding it, so he decided to just stuff it in his pocket rolled up, he'd make some excuse about going to the car for his jacket and leave it there. It looked stupid, barely fitting rolled up and bulging out, there's no way somebody wouldn't say something. Shane opens the bathroom door fast and beelines for the front door, rushing past the dining room with a quick 'forgot something in the car be right back!', he can hear Ilya call his name questioningly as Shane shuts the front door. He is about to open the car and put the belt in the glove box before he realizes he didn't take the keys, and he slaps a hand to his face. He lets himself have a second, rushing like that had hurt his stomach, hell trying to take too deep of a breath make a sharp sting go through his belly. Collecting himself he turns back towards the front door, ready to just throw the belt in a bush and get it later, even if that sounded a little crazy. As he has the handle pushed down the door opens before he can push it, and it's Ilya coming through, holding the car keys in his hands. 'Looking for these?' he asks teasingly, a small smile on his face at the annoyed look on Shane's face. Shane rolls his eyes and tries to take the keys from Ilya, but before he can grab them Ilya pulls his hand higher, just out of Shane's reach, laughing a little. Shane lets out a small gasp of pain as he tries to reach for the keys, the jostling of his belly reminding him of his choice to eat twice what he usually does for some fucking reason. Ilya's eyes immediately are drawn to Shane's waist, and he sees the belt in Shane's pocket, putting the pieces together.
Ilya grins like he's the cat that caught the canary, and suddenly Shane's feeling like he's about to be devoured with the way he's eyeing Shane's body. Shane gulps nervously as Ilya puts a gentle hand on his swollen midsection, telling Shane he'd never thought he'd see the day the Shane Hollander ate himself out of his belt. Shane wants to protest, say it was Hayden who told him to eat more than usual and that it's not his fault, but at the same time he opens his mouth Ilya also presses his hand harder down on Shane's belly, and just like it had earlier it releases a burp, rumbling low and deep for a few seconds. Shane is mortified and as red as possible, he covers his face with his hands and starts apologizing to Ilya. Ilya is stunned but also so turned on, he never gets to see Shane indulge like this, and for him to overdo to this extent was even rarer.
He grabs Shane's hands and remove them from his face to give him a kiss, telling Shane he doesn't need to apologize. Shane is a little curious about the lustful look in Ilya's eyes but he also knows they've been gone for so long, they really should be getting back or else it would seem weird. He whispers to Ilya in embarrassment that he can't put his belt back on because he ate too much, and he was going to put it in the car, Ilya has to take a deep breath to will his boner away, he could save that for later (and he would be). Ilya tells Shane he'll put the belt away and for Shane to go back in, so Shane listens, and walks back in to hear Jackie say 'perfect timing, I just served up dessert!', handing him a bowl with a slice of apple pie and vanilla ice cream on it. Shane is about to say no thank you when Jackie starts talking about the crust, how she had handmade it and wanted Shane's honest opinion, claiming that he seemed to have a more refined palette than most of hockey players she usually has try her baking. Shane just sighs and resigns himself to the fact that he's probably going to be full through the next morning, sitting down at the table with his dessert. He's a quarter of the way through when Ilya walks in to raise his eyebrows at Shane eating even more, and Shane just glares at him and flips him off. He can barely finish the last bite, if he thought he was full before then he was well and truly stuffed now, he really regrets wearing jeans. Both him and Ilya are sent home with extra food, and Jackie tells him to bring his appetite to the next dinner they have, giving his belly a little pat, making Shane go red in the face. Shane fully unbuttons his jeans in the car, moving the seatbelt to not press on his midsection, leaning the seat back as well. Ilya puts one hand on Shane's thigh and actually has to force himself to look straight ahead at the road and not at his beautiful husband who couldn't tell when to stop. Shane begs Ilya to rub his belly that night and make him some ginger tea, and Ilya puts his all in, trying to soothe Shane's tummy with a heating pad as well.
Maybe after that Ilya starts sending Jackie new and exciting recipes to get her to invite them over more, 'for taste testing!' she says, but Ilya doesn't tell Shane that. All Shane knows is they go to the Pike's every Sunday now, and even though he's back on his diet, he keeps getting his plate served for him by either Jackie or Ilya before he can say anything, and where dessert used to be optional, it now seemed mandatory to at least try a bite, if not clear your plate. Shane starts to expect it, his stomach starts grumbling before the usual time they head over to dinner, and he finds himself just expecting his plate to be made for him when he gets to the table, which it almost always is. Over a few months Shane absolutely gets chunky, and is only slightly less embarrassed about showing signs of being full, still usually trying to hide the way he pulls his waistband down to under his stomach, or he's stopped wearing jeans to the dinners, opting for relaxed athletic joggers that have stretch fabric.
This is so long so here are some honorable mentions:
Ilya is a TSA agent that sees Shane come through security often as a hockey press reporter, and Shane is fatter every time Ilya sees him each week, and of course there's always some reason Shane has to be hand patted down by Ilya each time, so he gets to feel the progress of Shane growing over the months that Ilya sees him. Maybe there's even a day when Shane ate right before going through security so Ilya gets to be up close and personal with Shane's full belly, they absolutely fuck in an airport bathroom about 30 minutes before Shane's flight, and maybe he starts coming early to the airport to make sure him and Ilya have time for a quickie.
During their relationship Rose is telling Shane his diet is worse than some of the models she knows, and spends a lot of time encouraging Shane to 'just try it' with a lot of new foods, leading to Shane finding a dish he falls in love with and starts having a lot, not realizing how high in calories it is and consequently getting chunky. He doesn't make the connection between his new favorite food and his weight gain until he sees it on a menu one day with the calorie count next to it, and he is shocked but also realizes he doesn't really want to give the food up. There have definitely been tabloid images with big red arrows pointing out the softening of his stomach, or the way a waistband squishes his belly and gives him a muffin top, and Shane has to ignore them not only because it’s a stupid tabloid, but also because it confusingly turns him on and he has no idea how to address that. Ilya on the other hand is unashamedly jerking off to the magazines and keeps one with a photo of Shane bent over to pick up a bag, which made his shirt ride up and reveal a sliver of chubby flesh, it’s Ilya’s favorite photo. Once they get together Ilya shows Shane the magazine, telling him that’s going to be his before picture, and that he’s going to get so fat no one will recognize him in the after photo, which drives Shane crazy to hear.
The Ottawa centaurs have heard the horror stories of Shane’s diet from Ilya, so when Shane joins the team they just want him to feel accepted and maybe they each singularly have the idea to take him out make sure he has at least one hearty meal, and they do not communicate this plan with each other. Shane keeps saying yes because he wants to bond and doesn’t really notice how every single person is encouraging him to order whatever he wants, and getting an appetizer whether he asks for one or not. Just whoops all of the team is feeding Shane and it’s starting to show on him, and Ilya loves it but also is like if I’m not feeding him??? Then who is??? He ends up assuming it’s Shane just feeling the energy of the team and is choosing to indulge a little more, not realizing his team is helping fatten up his husband out of pure love (and slight concern).
I love chubby/fat Shane getting humiliated and kind of loving it, or being oblivious to the point where it lands him in scenarios where he gets surprised by it (I haven’t done any weight gain stuckage yet and that’s on me honestly).
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Shane trades his outgrown jeans for a comfortable pair of joggers that sit comfortably below his waist, wandering over to his floor mirror with a bit of hesitancy. He knows what he looks like. Still, he can't help but lift up his tee and ghost his hand over his middle. His abs are still there— barely. Honestly, there's not that much of a difference in his body. His ass and thighs are a little bigger. That's all. Nothing to write home about.
He'll just cool it on the late night dining hall trips and beer. Maybe add more cardio into his already exhausting workout routine. That'll fix the problem before he goes home for for the holidays.
