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Out On The Town by bittlebarnes (monroesherlock)
Fandom Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types, Heated Rivalry (TV)
05 Jun 2026
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A series of somewhat haphazardly connected social media fics that take inspo from pop/stan culture
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“Be careful,” Shane frets, one hand hovering over Ilya’s shoulder. “It’s icy, and I don’t want to be a widower.”
“Oh, we’d have to be much higher than this for the fall to kill me,” Ilya says, gaze still fixed on the cool black skyline. “At least seven stories.”
It’s not until much later, as the waitress is clearing the dishes from dinner, that Yuna finds herself wondering why Ilya knows exactly how high a fall needs to be in order to kill him.
Or: Yuna learns about Ilya's past bit by bit over the years.
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- Part 7 of my anonymous heated rivalry fic
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Inner circle by orphan_account
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
06 Apr 2026
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All things considered, it wasn’t that hard to keep under wraps. They only met up a handful of times each season, which felt good. Portioned. Paced. If Shane had Rozanov more often he might slip up and doing something unbearably embarrassing like clamp his teeth onto own his hand while Rozanov blew him or—even worse—actually, truly bite Rozanov’s fingers while trying to suck them and ride his dick at the same time.
Or, Shane wants to bite.
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Shane is stuck in a time loop. Ilya believes him.
“I fix things,” Ilya promises. Hollander’s eyes flit to his lips, and Ilya understands it. Gets where his ugly had come in, gets how he has hurt Hollander. Cannot let it happen again. It is okay that it will hurt. It will only hurt for the hours until this Ilya is gone.
Ilya tugs again on his jeans until Hollander is close to kiss, and then he forgets the jeans so that he can hold Hollander as he kisses him. He wipes away those messy tears and kisses him and kisses him and kisses him until Hollander’s phone alarm goes off again.
Hollander fumbles his phone out of his pocket.
“You make backup alarm for witch,” Ilya bemoans, “but are late for me.”