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When Dennis agreed to cover shifts for Dr. Mohan on the night shift, he didn't think he would ever end up here. Kidnapped from the ambulance bay, his head pounding, and having to save the life of a man with limited medical supplies. That was supposed to be it. Somehow, he finds himself snatched up off a sidewalk, in the stables, in front of his home. There were no sacred spaces when you proved your worth.
In the middle of it all, Dennis is confused by the way Dr. Robby and Dr. Abbot are circling him. The way they'd reach out and brush their fingers against his skin. The way they made sure he ate, got rest, and stayed safe. It made him ache with something he hadn't felt in a long time.
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The elevator lurches once, then stalls. The emergency light flickers weakly, casting Robby and Whitaker in a dim, red glow before plunging them into near-total darkness. The only sound is their breathing—Whitaker’s still too fast, Robby’s measured, deliberate.
"You knew this might happen?" Whitaker asks.
"Yeah," Robby says. "Big storms like this fuck with the hospital's generators. We were lucky we got this far."
"Lucky," Whitaker echoes, the word coming out too soft.Robby and Whitaker get stuck in an elevator during a storm, and three weeks of tension catches up to them.
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What is a RHOO? by Selective_attention
Fandom Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types, Heated Rivalry (TV)
10 May 2026
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14 May 2026
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you light my fire like a cigarette by no_ilya_thats_gross
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types, Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
08 May 2026
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“Please,” he says finally, voice breaking as he gives in. “Fuck, please, Rozanov, I’m gonna—”
Rozanov pulls all the way back, mouth releasing his cock with a noise that makes Shane’s hips rock up into nothing.
“Rozanov,” he begs again.
“Hmm?” Rozanov asks, kissing Shane’s shaking thigh gently. “You need something?”
“You— fuck— you said I could come,” Shane says, trying to keep the accusatory note out of his voice.
“Mhm. When you say my name, yes?”
“I did!” Shane says, just a hint of a whine in his tone now. Rozanov smirks at him.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he says. “My first name.”
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Ilya does something a little different on tuna melt day.
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“I’m sorry,” Shane chokes, closing his eyes. Rozanov draws his hand, pulling Shane’s with it, to his face and wipes his cheeks.
“There is nothing to be sorry for, любовь моя, it is okay,” Rozanov murmurs, tugging at Shane’s hair again. Shane exhales, letting him clean his cheeks. “You got overwhelmed, yes? It happens.”
“I can’t be fucking normal,” Shane says quietly, whining, head falling back, pressing into Rozanov’s hand.
“No, if you were fucking normal, you would not be my Shane.”
// shane is a liar, and he's tired of it all. his life falls apart, and he finds that he doesn't actually mind.