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and never get dizzy by Anonymous
Fandoms: Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
30 Apr 2026
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“Uh, hello,” Ilya says when the cat rises up on its legs and stretches, back bending and paws curling down. Its ears flick and it gives him a dour sort of mwor in return. Witches have familiars, Ilya knows that. And this is a perfect spot for a familiar to be, on the stoop of the witch's house. Logic follows that the cat must be the witch's familiar.
So he says, very politely, “Shane is expecting us,” even though he has no idea if that’s true or not.
The cat yawns, tiny sharp teeth flashing at Ilya. Its ears flick again and then it curls up into a ball of fur, right there on the brick wall despite the fact that they’re hurtling towards the end of November and it’s fucking freezing outside.
“Is that good or bad, do you think,” Ilya asks Seryozha in Russian, gesturing at the cat when the familiar doesn’t move again except to curl its tail over the tip of its pink nose.
Seryozha’s phone screen flashes white in the darkness. That is a cat, he types, and Ilya scowls. It’s a fucking magical cat.
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- Part 12 of my heated rivalry anon fics
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Shane had never really understood what made taping his hockey stick in a specific way so different from folding his pants a specific way. Why was the one something every hockey player had their own way about, but the other warranted teasing every time it was noticed.
Or: Parts of Shane's pre-game routine.
Series
- Part 1 of hockey stick tape
Bookmarked by PhoenixRising21
03 Apr 2026
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I just read an entire fic about stick tape and I’m obsessed I. LOVEEEEEEEE. Fic authors. People are so creative. Read this again every time you see it.
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He sighs, eyes finally meeting Eddie with a tinge of sadness burning the corners of his gaze, “I’m leaving tomorrow morning.”
Panic fills Eddie’s lungs as he leans forward from where he was laying back in the now uncomfortable lounge chair. No, he thinks, not yet. He can’t let go of this yet. He doesn't want to say goodbye yet.
“But I- I’ve really liked hanging out with you, Eddie. I wanna know you. I wanna keep knowing you. These last two days have been like… the most fun I’ve ever had, so I just—“ Evan lowers his voice to a hushed whisper, a sound so soft it could only be meant for Eddie, “I wanna make it easier to find you again.”
OR buck & eddie meet on vacation as kids. years later, eddie shows up at the 118.
Bookmarked by PhoenixRising21
17 Sep 2025
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This was so sugar sweet it made me SICK I’m in love and sobbing wtf
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"E– Evan, what are you doing here?"
Oh.
He realizes, then, that no one is coming. Not for him, at least. No one even noticed he disappeared.
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Buck is kidnapped by a serial killer. Only when Maddie is taken too, do his friends notice his absence. A race against time begins, and the killer has a headstart. But even if they are found in time, some wounds may take longer to heal than others.
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Bookmarked by PhoenixRising21
11 Sep 2025
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I am not mentally healthy enough to read this until it’s finished but you better believe the SECOND I get that completed email I will be calling out AND EATING THIS UP oh my GODDDDD IM SO EXCITED I NEED TO EAT THIS WHOLE FIC
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“Buck, I’m gonna need a lot more words here, buddy. Tie what for who?”
Buck sighs again, even louder and longer and noisier this time. “Eddie’s shoes,” he clarifies, through gritted teeth. “I—I usually tie them. For him.”
More silence, this time somehow more deafening. Buck inspects a stray line of grout until he can’t bear it anymore, then looks up for judgment.
Chim’s eyebrows are sky-high. “You’ve been tying Eddie’s shoes?” he repeats, strangled and high-pitched. “Regularly?”
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or: buck, eddie, and the intimacy of a properly-tied shoe.
Bookmarked by PhoenixRising21
25 Jun 2025
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What if my queer little heart just SHATTERS from sweetness??? Read this again you goose I know you’re looking at your bookmarks bc you’re sad again
-September me thanks and also is offended by June me, I am sad again and this was even better on the second read. Same message to you, future me.