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it'll cost you, not enough to bring you down by notlichenthis
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV)
31 Dec 2025
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"You are Hunter's boyfriend," the guy says, looming. He's holding a glass of vodka that probably costs more than what Kip earns in a day.
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31 Jan 2026
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/76799151
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Judges by a_good_soldier
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
30 Dec 2025
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Ilya tries to breathe. Shane is the one who panics. In fact, Ilya has been so calm over the past hour. So, so calm. Soooooooo so so so amazingly calm that maybe Shane will reward him with a very nice blowjob later. Ilya has been calm because Shane needs a rock to lean on, but Shane is gone and now Ilya is panicking. This is his only chance to rectify the first, shirtless impression he made on Shane’s father.
“Do you still read New Yorker?”
OR: Ilya, on the confluence of Shane with David, Yuna, and Svetlana.
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Abbot lifted his head to look down at her. “See, that’s the post-traumatic stress. Something happens that your brain decides is a life or death situation. You have a massive adrenaline kick while it’s all happening, and then when it’s bleeding out of you on the comedown, your brain throws out anything that’s not completely vital. The amount of car crash patients we have who don’t even remember coming to the ER when they submit requests for their medical records for insurance… the brain’s a weird thing, Mohan.”
“Yeah,” she said, shooting him a look out of the side of her eyes. “It can even make you convinced you have to hurt yourself in order to seek external validation when the most logical course of action is rest.”
He snorted softly, shaking his head and leaning it back. “God,” he muttered, his cheeks stained pink. “Robby was right. You should have gone into psych.”
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A night shift from hell ends in Mohan giving Abbot a ride back to his place, where tensions finally boil over.
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13 Jan 2026
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its so so so so so good
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“Will you teach me?” she asks, an unconscious echo of her first approach to him.
“That’s not what we’ve been doing, Samira?”
She finishes the rest of her beer and puts it back down on the table with a loud clunk. “Will you teach me to do a crike with my eyes closed?” She looks up at him. Her turn to counter, now, with a purposeful, “Jack?”
His jaw ticks. She smiles.
After Pittfest, Samira asks Dr. Abbot for a crash course in combat medicine. She gets more than she bargained for.
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13 Jan 2026
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teach me
so let me see those hands
morphosyntactichttps://archiveofourown.org/works/65505847
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“What the hell are you doing here?” Abbot asked. He nodded for her to continue walking
“A physician walking into a hospital just before shift change,” She watched as a grin spread across his face. “It’s a riddle no one has been able to crack.”
“You’re finally working nights?”
“I switched with Ellis,” She said. “So, you’re stuck with me for the next three days.” Her steps faltered. “Finally?”
“Are you serious? I’ve been trying to poach you from day shift since PittFest.”
“Really?”
“Really.” His response was almost instant. “You were incredible. The IO borehole, the pigtail catheter; I’m going to be talking about that for the rest of my life. Of course I want you for night shift.”
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The year it takes Samira and Jack to find one another.
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you don't owe me anything
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