Mr. Landline
Over the phone, Rozanov snickers, the sound echoing down the line. “Of course you would rather call than text. You have soul of an old man. Like Scott Hunter.” “Shut up,” he says automatically, “at least my landline can’t be hacked unless someone’s actually in my house.” In Fall 2013, a high-profile football player’s cellphone is hacked. Shane gets spooked.
a 6.9k heated rivalry fic in honor of my ao3 account's tenth birthday! what if they phone called instead of texting a bunch of the time?
would not have been possible without my partner in crime @conscious-naivete, with whom i have been cooking hr for like six months now. this one is dedicated to her!



















