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Jisung turned back to his phone, unsettled in a way he couldn't quite name. "Okay. Well. I'm ordering food. Chicken. Tteokbokki. Maybe some—what do you want? Just tell me what you want and I'll add it."
He heard Minho move closer. Footsteps on the tile, slow and deliberate. Then Minho was behind him, close enough that Jisung could feel the warmth radiating from his body, could smell the faint remnants of his cologne mixed with something uniquely him.
"What do I want?" Minho repeated, his voice dropping to that register that Jisung had learned to recognize. The one that meant trouble. The one that meant Minho was thinking things that had nothing to do with awards ceremonies or polite conversation.
"Yeah," Jisung said, thumbs hovering over the order button. "For food. What do you want for food?"
Minho's hand settled on the counter beside Jisung's phone, effectively caging him in. His other hand came to rest on Jisung's shoulder, thumb brushing the sensitive skin at the base of his neck.
"I'm not hungry for food," Minho said quietly.
"What?"
"Turn. Around."Or: What probably happened after the infamous "So should we eat first or?" IYKYK
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Jane walked in carefully, setting down her bag beside the desk. She pulled out her phone and put in her headphones, needing something to focus on, something to organize her thoughts. The music filled her ears, loud enough to drown out the strange electricity in the room, the awareness of Lily moving behind her, the sound of the door clicking shut.
She was so focused on the music, on the notes, on the way the melody built and dropped, that she didn't notice. Didn't hear anything over the sound in her ears.
When she looked up, Lily was standing right in front of her.
In nothing but underwear.
Deep red, almost black. A bralette that did nothing to hide the shape of her, the line of her collarbones, the dip of her stomach. High-cut panties with lace edges that sat against her hipbones like they had been made for her.
"Jane." Lily's voice had gone soft. "You can tell me to put clothes on."
"Or," Lily said, even softer now, "you could tell me to come closer."
Jane looked at her. At the underwear that was definitely not standard practice wear. At the want in her eyes that she wasn't hiding anymore.
"Closer," Jane whispered.Or: Hollanov but it's wlw cuz pride month duh
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The Number That Stayed by goforfelix
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
10 Jun 2026
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Shane skated away, his shoulders slumping, realizing he had arrived too late.
Ilya had already found his place among the older, objectively “cooler” boys. He knew this feeling all too well. No matter how hard he tried to belong, he always seemed to be the one left out, an overly excited, obnoxious nuisance.
Dejected, he made his way to the right side of the rink, where his mom had said she’d be if he needed anything. Reaching the barrier, he opened the small gate and sat down on the bench, his hockey stick clattering dramatically beside him. Struggling to get a grip on his laces through his reinforced gloves.The excitement had already melted away, now he just wanted to see his mom and maybe have a cup of warm chamomile tea to cheer him up. Directing his gaze back down at his half-untied skate.
A cold spray of ice hit his face. Shane squeezed his eyes shut, trying to escape the sting of the particles.“Ух ты, Shane! You are here!”
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Or: Ilya and Shane are long-time childhood friends who have experienced all their "firsts" together -
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"I was so horny all night," he whispered. "And there were all these beautiful women around me. I was trying so hard, Shane. I'm like a dog. One of them even flirted with me, and I had no choice but to give in, Shane. I was so, so, so horny."
Shane went rigid.
For a moment, nothing. Then he moved, fast, flipping around and straddling Ilya in one motion, his palm clamping around Ilya's jaw, fingers pressing hard enough to hurt.
"Are you fucking serious?" Shane's voice was low, furious, his eyes blazing in the dark. "You really are just a horny mutt. And then you come back here, wake me up, and demand sex? You're lucky I even let you in. You're so fucking rude. I'm not sure I'll even let you touch me."
Ilya's breath hitched, his heart hammering against his ribs. This was what he wanted, but Shane's anger was sharper than he'd expected, cutting through the alcohol haze with sudden clarity.
He'd wanted him mad, but not this mad.Or: Ilya gets drunk and starts acting like the desperate needy dog he is
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A Pittsburgh Rivalry by goforfelix
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, The Pitt (TV)
15 May 2026
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Ilya’s thumb pressed experimentally against the tense muscle and Shane whined sharply before he could stop himself.
Both of them froze, the room went dead quiet
Ilya looked up instantly.
And there it was again, that unbearable eye contact that always felt like being pinned beneath something massive and dangerous.
“That hurts?” Ilya asked quietly.
Shane’s brain supplied several horrific answers all at once. “Uh,” he managed intelligently.
Ilya’s hand remained steady on his shoulder, warm even through the fabric.
“Shane.”
The use of his first name nearly killed him on impact.
“Yeah,” Shane said hoarsely. “A little.”
Ilya stared at him another second too long.
Then his fingers flexed once against Shane’s shoulder, absentmindedly soothing over the muscle.
Shane’s heart nearly punched through his ribcage. Because this—this was the problem.
Ilya always touched him like he already belonged to him.
Casual. Instinctive. Possessive in ways that probably meant absolutely nothing.
Meanwhile Shane had spent the better part of six months trying not to fall catastrophically in love with him.Or: Shane and Ilya are basically Whitaker and Robby/ A Pitt AU
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Hollanov One Shots - the freaky chronicles by goforfelix
Fandom Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV), The Pitt (TV)
13 Jun 2026
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the works are not related to eachother so all can be read standalone
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