Hello, this is my little (laughs nervously) Hollanov Fic Recommendation 🏒⛸️ (there will be a lot!) almost 150 fics! So I need to do it in parts on Tumblr :( But I will do it in Notion also like all my fic recommendations 🤍 sorry for being so late but I needed sleep. only canon dynamic
FICS FROM 1-10 | FICS 11 - 17 HERE
1. I'll chase you on the dancefloor | 3.3k
Summary: the club scene goes differently.
2. the feeling of being in motion again | 18.8k
Summary: Shane and Ilya break up in 2017, after Florida. It's 2029, and both have retired and put the game behind them. An invitation to a charity event sets things in motion. Or, another alternate take on what happens after Episode 4.
3. The Opposite of a Nightmare | 2k
Summary: Ilya's mother finally speaks to him in his dreams.
4. I want you. | 4.2k
Summary: Ilya finds out that Shane has been learning Russian behind his back.
5. take my time with you (my favorite 🤍) 5.4k
Summary: After coming out to Shane’s parents and making a plan for the future, Shane and Ilya have a few days to practice what being with each other without any rush or looming deadlines feels like. One night, Ilya decides to take things slow and show Shane exactly what he feels for him
6. loving this body | 22.3 k
Summary: the hollanov bodyswap fic.
7. Does It Have To Be Him? | 2.9k
Summary: Five times Hayden's perception on Shane and Ilya's relationship is changed and one time he finally admits that it just might not be that bad
8. 5 Times They Almost Get Caught and the 1 Time They Do | 9k
Summary: Five times Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov almost got caught together... and one time that they did.
9. Safe Enough to Sink (my favourite 🤍) | 1.3k
Summary: Post-sex, Shane wakes up nonverbal and floaty in Ilya’s arms at the cottage.
10. Welcome Home (my favourite 🤍) | 2.6k
Summary: Shane had been playing for the Centaurs, in Ottawa, with Ilya, for six weeks now and he still hadn't moved in.
end of part 1 🤍 give me time to make it to all fics, you can say to me hi on twitter I also scream there about these boys. k bye
Any new gg fics you can recc? looking for something different and I know you have great taste!
TIA!
How did you know I was just on AO3, Anon?? Haha! I haven’t been reading a whole ton lately, thank you for thinking I have taste. 😁 I try my best to keep up with new works that come out. Just happy to see people are still creating new fics and still keeping this world alive.
One of my favorites, Kingmaker, just had an update this week to Part 7 of her work. I always recommend this fic because I think it often gets slept on. And I get it, it isn’t a Brio shipper kind of fic so it gets overlooked. It’s probably one of our only fandom fics that doesn’t pair Beth and Rio. But Rio lovers should really enjoy it. I personally enjoy it as an original work. There’s an essence of the source material to it, but it’s its own story. And I loooooove the emotional depth the author developed to her characters. It’s one of the most thought-provoking fics I’ve read and I really enjoy it as a piece of art.
See You Next Lifetime by badgyalmimi is locked to be visible to AO3 account holders only, but if you have an account I’m really enjoying this one. It’s a soulmates AU, set across different periods of time. I like the way this author is able to vary her voice and keep “in character” despite the time period. And the latest chapter did a great job at giving Rio a believable background on his entry into crime. I have such a soft spot for baby Rio. 🥰
Have you already read @00gangfriend00 ‘s Savior Complex? Obviously, tried and true author so everything they make is wonderful. This was so cute though. So in character and such a great Brio dynamic. A callback to the early Brio feels. And the fic says 1/2 chapters so I’m hopeful!!!
I just got an email notification that emeraldcut has a new update to their AU posted. But I recently read the conclusion of Queen for a Day and it’s SO charming! It’s Annie and Rio road trip, but Brio isn’t far from mind. It gives this unique perspective on Brio through an interaction with a third party. Annie is light and fun. There’s a lot of humor even to serious moments. It really makes you love Brio in a whole new way.
I’m gonna wrap this by saying, I’ve been reading actual published novels lately and let me tell you… The amounts of truly horrible writing that gets famous is mind boggling. I feel like the GG fandom authors have spoiled me for a lifetime. I haven’t been able to find a similar level of care, world building, lovingly-created plot in any book I’ve tried. So listen, thank you to everyone for writing. It’s better than professional authorship.
Beth proposed the idea of the swear jar. Each swear was $5 and whoever cursed the most by the end of the summer, lost. Winner takes all the cash.
Beth thought it was going to be easy money. She had it in the bag. She was going to use some of the cash to buy a bottle of that really nice bourbon she loves, but can’t afford. Except she’d underestimated Rio’s pettiness. It’s been weeks and he hasn’t cursed in front of her a singular time! In fact, she was losing.
or, Beth and Rio are roommates with a swear jar and Beth is desperate to win
Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.
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ok ok ok, so I have this idea. I want to play off of my favourite EVER fic Good Sport. I would love to write a beth/rio SWAPPED version, different but with lots of loving easter eggs to the original.
Season 5 Beth isn't sleeping. She finds herself at Rio's despite their daytime professionalism and lingering tensions.
He's worried about her, and slowly starts to take care of her in not-so-subtle loving ways.
Marcus catches her once by accident.
you know... all the highlights... some new stuff.
am i the woman for this job? no. will I write it anyways? probably yes.
Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.
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HELLO MISS JADE!! Miss ya!!!
thank you for popping in so I can vomit my fantasies.
OK i have to choose a specific one for you and tbh they all kinda blend together in my brain.
Season 5-ish era - they are both ~getting by with a settled sort of ease.
Dont work together AS MUCH and respect is growing.
Beth wakes up v hungover in her new apartment, with a man in her bed. She kicks him out and tries to nurse her hangover but Rio is in her doorway saying he needs her for the day.
They end up on somewhat of a road trip across the city for various errands - lots of bickering, lots of him questioning her decisions with thinly veiled jealously.
Coffee breaks (he remembers how she takes it).
Prolonging the day in subtle ways like - lets double check on so and so etc. - just because they are both secretly enjoying each others company .
Ending at a bar? Going out all night? Sleeping together?
hi girlie I have a nsfw prompt for YA: is that my shirt?
thx boo 😘
omg anon, i was just about to dive deep into my inbox for old prompts and you blessed me with a new & juicy one!!
I hope you like it!!
There's a lot about her new place that he likes.
Closer to downtown. He got money, yah, but he ain't made of it. Gas prices weren't exactly going down these days.
He doesn't have to catch Car-man cheesin' up at him from a frame in his peripheral while he's hittin' it. That's a surefire way to kill the mood, and he'd live happily ever after if he didn't have to see that ugly mug again.
There's something else too.. something not quite as easy to put his finger on. It's the way she showed up for a meeting with her forearms streaked in yellow paint, frantically explaining the must-haves of an 'accent wall'.
Or how he walked in on her once, piss drunk, scrubbing red hair dye into her scalp over the bathroom sink. (A small red stain still under lingers the faucet.)
The place smells different - like flowers and whiskey.
It's bigger too. More place for her shit, hers. Not just the kids. Suits her.
Maybe he's gettin' soft - fatherhood and old age will do that he's been told - But sometimes when high, or pleasantly drunk, his mind wanders back to those tear-stained cheeks paired with determined blue eyes, that mouthy suburban mama he tried to rob. How she’s changed.
Her attitude still a problem, that's for damn sure, but hell if it hasn't grown on him.
It was still the same woman that dropped those pearls on his door. He knew then that she could burn this whole city to the ground if she wanted to –
He just had to make sure she was on his side when it happened.
She’d finally chosen him. Well, not him exactly –they weren’t together, just casual. Scratchin' an itch.
But she'd chosen him all the same. The power. The partnership. He hated to admit just how good It felt. Wouldn’t let himself consider that he’d been waiting on this, putting it all on the line for this.
Guess he just like bein’ right about her.
Once a boss bitch, always a boss bitch. Now she just got the lifestyle to match.
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It's a little past midnight when he pulls up. He punches the code in ( apartment- living making it a bit harder to just drop in. She didn't give him the code, nah. That's not their style. But she does enter it slowly and deliberately whenever they walk in together. It didn't take him long to piece it together.) and heads up to the fifteenth floor.
Her apartment's warm, the scent of banana bread wafting from a still-warm oven. The lights are off, and the formless shape of leggings are strewn across a yoga mat in the sitting room.
Elizabeth is in bed, but still awake. He can see her open eyes illuminated in the moonlight as her body stirs.
“Hey.” He breaks the silence. A little sheepish.
“Hi.” She's girlish in her response. They grin at each other as he pulls his shirt up over his head and climbs under the covers.
Her naked body is warm, her arms inviting him closer. His sigh of relief fills the quiet room.
Elizabeth giggles into his chest. "I thought our meeting was cancelled today?"
"Mmm. Plans changed."
"Oh yah?"
He mouths at her breasts. "Mhm. That ok with you councilwoman?"
Her fingers stroke circles at the base of his skull.
"I'll allow it."
He bites her playfully on the shoulder. "What else you allowin' tonigh-..This my shirt?"
A black tee is unearthed from the mix of sheets. Clearly not Beth's, or a woman’s for that matter.'
Beth starts laughing. "No, that's ...." She obstructs slightly her face in the pillow between them, bracing herself for what’s to come. "Phil's".
Phil's some sadsack she'd swiped right on a couple weeks ago. Happy with a 'friends with benefits' arrangement, they'd had a couple drinks and downloaded some dating apps. There was no shortage of middle-aged divorced dudes waiting to get their paws on local political royalty, and Rio wasn't easily threatened. Fuck it, let the lady have her soccer dads.
"Phil! My man! Made it all the way to the 15th floor, huh? "
She's groaning through laughter beneath him.
"Dont.."
"What'd ol' Phil get up to down here. Lil bit of this?" He moves his hands down her thighs, ghosting her center. She's wet.
"Phil get you hot?"
She's squirming now, flushed.
He puts his lips against the shell of her ear.
"He make you cum?"
"Rio..." Her voice a weak warning.
He chuckles, a little cruel. "You think about me when he was sweatin' on top of you? bet you did, huh?"
'You're arrogant." But shes biting back a smile.
"Arrogant or... accurate. I know you." He guides her hands down to where his erection strains against his boxers.
She locks eyes with him, making his cock twitch.
"Phil... came over Tuesday. He didn't .. stay."
Tuesday. Tuesday. Tuesday, Beth had showed up at the bar near closing. Swaying from clearly having had a few, she'd motioned for him to come outside, where she proceeded to get down on her knees for him in the alley outback. It was fucking fantastic. It was.. shit. Tuesday.
He's rock hard now, yanking his cock free and pushing into her with a groan.
I'm pretty quiet about the fact I'm a transman usually, but holy shit I need to tell you about the culture shock I'm going through because it's blindsiding me.
There's a huge sense of social isolation that comes with being perceived as male, because now people are subconsciously treating me as a potential predator. All strangers, no matter their gender, keep their guard up around me.
It made me realize that there is no inherent camaraderie in male socialization as there is in female socialization—unless, of course, it's in very specific environments. And the fact I don't amnbiently experience this mutual kinship in basic exchanges anymore is an insanely lonely feeling.
You know how badly this would have fucked my mind up if I had grown up with this?
Absolutely, because it's an extremely sticky issue.
Frankly, this is something I would've never understood without living the experience.
It's now blatantly clear to me that most cis men probably experience chronic emotional malnutrition. They're deprived of social connection just enough for it to seriously fuck with their psyches, but not enough for them to realize that it's happening and what's causing it.
It's like they're starving, but don't know this because they've always been served 3 meals...except those meals have never been big enough.
This deprivation comes from all sides of aisle, by the way.
In the case of women: When I'm out in public and interact with women, all of them come off as incredibly aloof, cold, and mirthless. I have never experienced this before even though I know exactly what this composure is—the armor that keeps away creepy-ass men.
As someone who used to wear it myself, I know this armor is 100% impersonal. Nobody likes wearing it, and I can say with absolute certainty that women would dump the armor in favor of unconditional companionship with men if doing this didn't run the risk of actual assault. (Trust me when I say women aren't just being needlessly guarded.)
But I only have a complete understanding of this context because I've experienced female socialization. If I hadn't, I would've thought this coldness was a conspiracy against me devised by roughly half of the human population. Even now, with all that I know about navigating the world as a woman, I'm failing to convince my monkey-brain that this armor isn't social rejection.
And as for male socialization? Again, it seems taboo for a man to be platonically intimate with men for reasons I have yet to fully understand, but I think it boils down to a) the fact society teaches boys that it's not okay to be soft with each other, and b) garden-variety homophobia. Our media only shows men being intimate with one another when they're teamed up against a dire situation, and I'd bet real money it's a huge reason why men gravitate toward activities that simulate being teamed up against an opposing force.
But men are not machines of war. Yes, testosterone absolutely gives you Dumb Bastard Brain, but that just makes you want to skateboard a wagon down a hill or duct-tape your friend to the wall, not kill someone.
The human species looks so much colder standing from this side.
I can see how men might convince themselves that their feelings of emotional desperation is personal weakness as opposed to a symptom they're all experiencing from White Imperialism. Because this human connection, this frith, is as essential for our wellbeing as water is.
So sick. How sick. I want to destroy this garbage.
#I think that’s why there’s that stereotype about men raised by or around women#because they actually know what it’s like to be around women who aren’t afraid and who value platonic intimacy#so they KNOW that it exists and they can get there#versus a ‘man’s man’ who doesn’t even realize it’s a concept#it’s a HUGE fucking problem
Guys who get mad at discussion of "toxic masculinity" don't understand that this is what it means. Grown men are conditioned to feel weird if they're too personable or too easygoing or otherwise too human. Humans evolved to want to be kind and happy and open but a mix of paranoid religious and military culture is devoted to mercilessly crushing healthy emotion in half the population.
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