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Stranger: u play hockey?
You: Yes. You?
Stranger: ya
Stranger: what level?
You: University, what about you?
Stranger: mlh
You: Yeah, sure lol
Stranger: am serious
You: Okay, well I don’t believe you. Why would an MLH player be on Omegle to talk about hockey lol
Stranger: maybe i like to inspire people -
Are you texting a lot of Russian girls Ilya? by AnnSoph_writes
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
18 Aug 2026
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A very drunk Svetlana borrows a very sober Shanes phone on a night out, to get herself a ride home.
Shane really should stop texting the asshole who came to pick her up. -
Out of Order Signs Are Only Words by Stevilay
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types, Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
10 Aug 2026
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Ilya had a plan. Maybe it wasn’t the most ethical of plans, but it was going to end with Shane Hollander becoming a needy omega inexplicably craving Ilya’s cock when he woke up from his heat hibernation.
And, with an ending like that, it was pretty easy to make the justification for the means.
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Proper Among Saints by LavenderProse
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
05 Jul 2026
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Shane breathes in deep, a contented little sigh, and then pauses for another long time. Just slightly tensed, like he’s preparing himself for something, but Ilya doesn’t really have the chance to worry before he says, “I had…a good time tonight.”
“Mm, was good night,” Ilya murmurs. Kisses hair, kisses eyebrow. “Nice dinner, nice weather.”
“Yeah, it was nice,” Shane murmurs. He sighs, clears his throat. “Thank you for such a nice first date.”
Ilya mouths first date to himself, mind running to figure out what that could mean in this context.
Then Shane shifts and says, “I wasn’t sure what to expect when you asked me out.”
Ah.Shane decides to play a game. Ilya is exactly where he wants to be.
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“Uh,” he says, looking up from his screen and feeling his ears go hot, realizing for the first time that this habit of his hasn’t actually come up before until this exact moment.
“What?” Rozanov asks, sounding more amused than anything else. “You are one of the people who does Instagram for food now?”
“No,” Shane says, stalling between answering and finishing his Snap so he can send it to Melissa, “one sec.” He finishes typing out 'Tuna melt. Chips. Pickles. It smells really good. Swiss cheese, I think.' before he looks back to Rozanov, putting his phone facedown on the coffee table. “Just sending it to someone on the staff. She likes knowing what I’m eating.”
He doesn’t know if Melissa likes knowing what he’s eating, per se, but she also seems pleased when he talks about enjoying food for things beyond how many grams of protein it has in it.
“Ah,” Rozanov says, in a tone Shane can’t quite read. “You always send her your food then, this girl?”
(shane has a habit of sending his team's dietitian his meals for approval) (the problem with this habit? he forgets to tell ilya exactly what it is that melissa does) (how the tuna meltdown is AVERTED through the power of miscommunication)