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they say it's my fault but I want (him) so much by blankjournals
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
25 Dec 2025
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He needs to move, maybe get Rozanov’s attention before he loses his nerves.
And then the room tilts. His vision narrows, red light smearing into pink and white streaks. Shane staggers. The beer slips from his fingers. It shatters, foam splashing his shoes, glass skittering away. His knees give out like someone kicked him, and his hands shoot forward to hold himself upright.
His left palm lands in broken glass, though he doesn't feel it. What he notices is the certainty that everyone sees, that they can smell him—something sour and wrong. His scent, despite patches and care, has turned exposed.
OR: What if we took the club scene from episode 4 and had Shane collapse from experiencing Omega Rejection Syndrome after seeing Ilya dancing with someone else?
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05 Aug 2026
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“Enough!” Shane snarled, his voice hoarse but fierce. He glared down at his alpha, whose lips were glistening with saliva and traces of colostrum. “You behave right now or so help me god, I will find that cock cage and that practice muzzle and you will spend the rest of this pregnancy locked and muzzled in the corner like the feral dog you are.”
The threat sent a jolt of pure electric lust straight to Ilya’s knot.
(or, what started as a cute Shane mpreg fic now has angry omega, tit fucking and muzzled alpha)
Tag to be covered: Shane Hollander Walks Ilya Rozanov Like A Dog
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- Part 5 of Crashing out over Hollanov
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04 Aug 2026
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Whimpering, Shane looked down between their bodies. Ilya’s other hand dragged slowly down Shane’s chest, over his trembling stomach, and came to rest just below his navel. There, pressed against Ilya’s own abdomen, was a soft, distinct bulge.
“See?” Ilya whispered, his eyes glowing with a feral light. “That’s me. Inside you.”
He pressed down with his fingers, right on the bulge.
Shane screamed.
(or, first day at the cottage gets Ilya scent drunk on his omega)
Tag to be covered: Crying Shane Hollander
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- Part 8 of Crashing out over Hollanov
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04 Aug 2026
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It was a Friday when the video dropped.
“What is happening?” He asked St Simon, who was holding his phone tight to his chest, his expression odd. “Someone has died?”
Across the room he could see Marlow moving slowly upright from where he had been doing floor stretches, his phone in his hand as well, his face pinched.
“It’s Hollander,” St Simon said.
The bottom of Ilya’s stomach fell out, closely followed by the rest of Ilya’s organs. His chest hurt so acutely that he thought he must be having a heart attack.
“Not dead,” St Simon added quickly, reaching out to grab Ilya’s shoulder when Ilya’s knees actually buckled. “Jesus, sorry. I should have - no it’s just -”
“Someone tell me what the fuck is going on,” Ilya snapped, “and everyone else shut up.”
Marlow reached him now, held his phone out to Ilya, open already to an article with a headline huge enough Ilya could easily make out the HOLLANDER blaring out of it even before his eyes focused and he took the phone from Marlow.
A video is posted online, for Shane it feels like a death sentence. For some parts of him, it is.
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01 Aug 2026
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“We, uh, Brian and I, that is. We decided to open up the relationship.”
“Okay?” Ilya says, voice flat. “What is that?”
Hollander shrugs. His posture has gone stiff again. “It. It means we’re still together, but we can also like...see other people. Or not see, because we’re not dating anyone else but, uh. Fuck. Fuck other people.”
Oh.
“And this is why you texted me?” Ilya asks.
In a way, it’s almost better. Hollander and his boyfriend breaking up and Ilya reaping the rewards would be enjoyable. Ilya having to work for that reward himself, getting the chance to fuck Hollander so good he forgets all about that loser who attached himself to him like a parasite before he was old enough to know better?
Well. Ilya loves a challenge.
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31 Jul 2026