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occasionally i’ll hit somebody with my car. sue me— wait no don’t sue me by blushgush
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
19 May 2026
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Rozanov: i need pictures
Shane: of what
Rozanov: naked pictures of you obviously
Rozanov: of your car Hollander
Rozanov: for insurance
Shane: I’ll send you some later
Rozanov: no I will come take them now
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Shane ends up forced to spend an extra day in Boston for a brand deal amidst a two week period of persistent gay panic and gets into a fender bender with the worst possible person.
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06 Aug 2026
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the trials and tribulations of the tenth floor groupchat by blushgush
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
23 Jun 2026
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Carter Vaughn (NY): LISTEN UP I will give $1000 to whoever gets Shane Hollander drunk tonight
Ilya Rozanov (BOS): easy $1000
Ilya Rozanov (BOS): Hollander has never seen a good time because he lives in montreal with boring montreal teammates
JJ 🏆💰: he had us in the first half ngl
Shane: he had nothing in no halves
Shane: I will have ONE beer
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Scott Hunter makes a groupchat of everyone staying on the tenth floor at the hotel during the 2016 All Star Game. Shane has more than one beer.
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Shane says, “You don’t wanna go raw?”
Ilya drops the box of condoms. Looks at Shane. Shane looks back.
“What?”
“Do you want me to commit a felony?”
“I think public indecency is usually a misdemeanor.”
Ilya tries to bite him through his shirt.
“Ow, ow, Ilya, stop that-”
Ilya and Shane are thirty-five, married, and living their best happily ever after—until the plane they're in falls out of the sky and they wake up back in 2009. Of course they fuck about it.
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Sakura is twelve when she queues up in front a desk with a bunch of other equally-terrified looking shinobi. The ages range from younger than her to old enough to be her grandpa.
The man sitting at the desk is stony-faced as he doles out assignments. Sakura obediently shuffles forward when it is her turn, and recites her shinobi identification number in a shaky voice when asked.
When the provost marshal looks at her, looks down at his paper, looks back at her, and grimaces, Sakura knows it’s not going to be good.
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How Sakura survives the war, told in bits and pieces.