here at the end of all things [Game Changers, Hollanov, nc-17]

here at the end of all things by nomadsland 

A knee injury ends Shane Hollander's nineteen-year NHL career. 

Ilya Rozanov keeps checking in. 

Shane pencils in "big gay midlife crisis" between physiotherapy sessions.

I spent the first two, three chapters just crying. I had to stop reading every so often, just so I could cry. What the fuck.

I dont know.

This hit deep. This is beautiful. This is all nice things a nice package and this is something to remember. At the same time this is heartbreaking but it builds you up again. Reading this makes you better and appreciate life more.

And I fucking hate that Im almost as old as they are in this fic. Fuck Im old. 

Yeah. Just. All that. Everything.  

Not a wife, or a girlfriend, but a secret third thing [Game Changers, Hollanov, multichapter]

Not a wife, or a girlfriend, but a secret third thing by providing_leverage

(Jane has been added to Not the Boston WAGs)

Shannon: Oh? Fresh meat?

(Jane has left Not the Boston WAGs)

Vikki: Way to scare her off!

(Jane has been added to Not the Boston WAGs)

Vikki: Hey Jane! I spent like twenty minutes trying to draft an introduction message but I'm way too tired for that rn so I figured I'd just drop you into the deep end and see if you can swim

Jane: I'm actually a very strong swimmer
Jane: Sorry, what's going on?

Um. I got lost in the tag world? Again. Yes. And spend a whole evening reading this, when I do have an early morning tomorrow. But this was addicting and different and I need to read the sequel tomorrow. Maybe I just need a fucking life at this point. Wouldnt that be great?

This is texting fic, pure texting, nothing else. But I liked how these were not the offical WAG chats and the people werent the actual WAGs (okay okay) and how it was kind of freer and different. And I really want to understand Callie. I really do, I need to know more about here. All my headcanons are just annoying at this point.

Also. Star Wars is the biggest love in everyone's life. Thank you. 

Gay Chicken [Game Changers, Hollanov, nc-17]

Gay Chicken by corner_stones 

“Dare.” Rozanov takes a shot of vodka. 

“You’re supposed to drink if you can’t do the dare, idiot.” Jackie rolls her eyes. 

“That’s the third time he’s downed a shot before the dare, I don’t think he understands the rules, or he just wants to get reeeally drunk.” JJ toasts. A grin on his face as he downs the last bit of his beer as if he, also, doesn’t understand the rules. 

“I daaare yoooou….” Hayden singsongs, speech slightly slurred as he leans back, considering. “To play gay chicken with Shane.” 

“What?” Shane’s head snaps towards Hayden. “I’m not even playing the game!” 

Or 

Shane and Ilya play a game of Gay Chicken and the whole thing gets a little out of control 

Ou my god. I cant. I just fucking cant with these two idiots. Fucking hell.

In Close Quarters [Game Changers, Hollanov, nc-17]

In Close Quarters by Anonymous 

Shane slips through his front door and back into his quiet apartment. He leans back against the door and takes a steadying breath in his dark apartment. After a moment, the music next door turns off and Shane is left with only the pounding of his own heartbeat in his ears. 

He closes his eyes and tries not to think about Rozanov or the way Shane’s entire body lit up like a live wire when he said in that low, accented voice, only if you ask nicely. He’s hard in his penguin print pajama pants and now he’s going to have to jerk off and shower before he can sleep. While trying not to think about his asshole neighbor. 

This is bad. This is very bad. 

In which Shane Hollander's new next door neighbor is a menace who always seems to answer the door shirtless. 

I have this feeling like I havent finished reading this yet. But no idea why. Because I have closed the tab on my phone and I can remember the whole thing, just not excatly how it ends. But this was good and I couldnt stop reading, so why I cant remember how this ends? 

The vibes I got from this in the beginning were so off. This was basically everything else than I thought it would be. Maybe the problem is in me or not. But its not a bad thing, I liked this even more because of it. So all good there.

 Yeaaa. 

A Product of Good Breeding [Harry Potter, Dramione, Hermione/Lucius, multichapter, nc-17]

A Product of Good Breeding by charingfae 

“How…scintillating.” 

Hermione gripped her fork and knife more tightly. “Yes, it is rather fascinating, Lucius.” Draco twitched in his chair when she referred to his father by name. Was he really that disturbed by it? What did he think she would call him? Mr. Malfoy? Or— 

Actually… -- 

Or, Hermione seeks an anonymous sperm donor to father her child. But as contract negotiations grow a lot more...personal, she quickly finds herself in over her head. 

I have read this twice now. Why? I dont know. This has a lot of things I dont like to read about but something just pulls me towards this. Weird.

But. This is not as bad as the tags may imply. Its not some cute, innocent fic, but its not like super hardcore either. Something between there. And there is actually a pretty great plot there somewhere and a lot of feelings. Yep.