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@treblerose689
Hello world!
Dipping my toes into Tumblr again after being absent from it for many years!
I am a fic writer who primarily writes for Helluva Boss (mainly Stolitz!) & Heated Rivalry/The Game Changers series (mainly Troy/Harris so far, and some Troy & Ilya friendship too!)
I’ll share some of my individual fics here later, but for now here is a link to my ao3 for anyone who is curious!!
Hoping to find people to follow! 😁
The Centaurs don’t do any kind of traditional ‘hazing’ of their rookies, but during any road trip that Harris attends with them, it becomes a cruel rite of passage to give the rookies a hotel room with Shane and Ilya on one side and Troy and Harris on the other.
Ilya and Harris are aware of what is happening, and why. In fact, they both do their part to make sure the desired effect is achieved (all in good fun, of course). Shane and Troy, on the other hand, are completely unaware of this, and the entire team does their best to keep it that way so neither of them keels over from embarrassment.
It takes Wiebe a couple of road trips before he figures out why his rookies are always sleep-deprived and playing like shit the night after a hotel stay. Once he figures it out though, he doesn’t do anything to stop it. He just makes sure to adjust the line arrangements for the next game accordingly.
Shane should get to be unabashedly horny about his husband while Troy and Harris are frequently fucking and/or making out in Harris' offic and it all embarrasses the rookies in the same way kids get embarrassed abt their parents having sex
it's @treblerose689's birthday! here's a smutty lil minific written with some of her favourite things in mind: begging + degradation + desperation + coming from dry humping 🙂↕️ enjoy!!
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“Fuck, I need you inside me, like, yesterday.”
Ilya gives a short, breathless laugh into Shane’s neck, biting his bare shoulder. “Wow, wow. So desperate for it, you can’t even wait to give me proper hello.”
“This is your hello, asshole,” Shane grits out, his hands pawing at Ilya’s clothes, as clumsy and greedy as Ilya feels. They’ve barely made it two steps inside their home, Ilya’s bag dropped carelessly at their feet.
“No ‘welcome home, my wonderful husband’,” Ilya pants, squeezing one of Shane’s pecs. “No ‘how was your trip, love of my life, tell me everything’...”
“Later,” Shane hisses, with a sinful roll of his hips. Ilya growls, crowding him back into the wall of their entranceway, and Shane draws him into his rhythm so they’re grinding like teenagers.
Ilya’s so fucking hard. He’s been hard since the goddamn taxi from the airport, since Shane started texting him all Really missed your dick and I need to be filled so bad, in that matter-of-fact way of his.
“Baby, please,” Shane moans, tipping his head back, eyes gone soft and glistening as his long lashes flutter, pretty pink lips hanging open all swollen and wet. It’s unfair, really.
“Yes, yes,” Ilya manages, nodding jerkily. “I know. You need this cock. I will fuck you like you deserve, lyubimyy.”
A bead of sweat trickles down the nape of his neck, beneath his jacket and t-shirt. Something about being fully clothed with Shane in only his favourite worn-soft grey sweatpants drives him out of his mind. Shane’s cock twitches against Ilya’s hip through the thin material, and Ilya knows he’s wearing nothing underneath. Beautiful, eager little slut.
Ilya’s stomach tightens, balls tingling, electricity thrumming through him. Shit, he’s in trouble. He should pull back. Take a breath. But he just—can’t find the strength to tear away.
They kiss messy and open-mouthed, smearing spit over his lips and chin, and Ilya’s hips thrust clumsily with a mind of their own. He moans at the filthy friction of it, at the solid warmth of Shane’s body under his. He’s missed it. He needs it.
He shoves his hands down the back of Shane’s sweats, hauling him closer and shamelessly groping his ass.
“Fuck, yeah, yeah, please,” Shane moans, clinging to Ilya’s shoulders and trying to wrap a leg around him. “C’mon, baby. Fuck me.”
Ilya’s eyes squeeze shut as his cock kicks, pulsing a hot spill of pre-come into his boxers. He can’t stop grinding forward, chasing that too-much-not-enough, Shane squirming and whining as they pant into each others’ mouths. Ilya grips his ass tight enough to bruise, shakes his cheeks a little to feel them jiggle, then parts them.
His fingertips brush Shane’s hole, and oh, fuck. It’s soft and open and so fucking wet, and it yields so sweetly under his touch—
“I got ready—” Shane gasps, and that’s it.
The orgasm slams through him, stealing his breath and leaving him humping forward gracelessly, driving Shane into the wall with the force of it. He buries his flushed-red face into Shane’s hair, moaning when the familiar scent of his shampoo sends another violent pulse through his body. It feels endless, spilling and spilling into his pants, the filthy-wet slide of his boxers over his sensitive cock only drawing it out as he mindlessly ruts against Shane.
“Oh my god,” Ilya groans weakly.
“Oh my god,” Shane echoes in disbelief, but he holds him close as he quivers through it, shoving his knee up for Ilya to ride it out. His big hands sweep soothingly over his back.
Ilya swallows when the aftershocks fade out and a quiet pause settles between them. It’s Shane who pushes him back, forcing him to meet Shane’s eyes. There’s an apology on his lips, but Shane kisses it away, cupping his face with both hands and laughing sweetly into it.
“You laugh at me,” Ilya complains, but he’s smiling too, dazed and stupid and lovedrunk.
“No.” Shane shakes his head, rubbing the tips of their noses together. Ilya winces a little as his oversensitive dick twitches at that. Fuck, he really is in love. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
Ilya smiles wider, chest puffing up, and pulls Shane into a deep kiss. Shane sighs into it, languidly sliding his tongue along Ilya’s, before he pushes at Ilya’s chest again.
“So, wait… which one of us were you calling desperate?”
One of my favorite Troy and Harris songs is “Lazarus Drug” by Meg Washington.
It’s about a person who feels like they’re ‘bad’ finding a love that makes them feel reborn as a better person (like Lazarus in the bible, being resurrected) and feeling high, like a drug (but positively lol) And the ending talks about the person’s love making them feel like they are connected to/a part of everything.
And it all makes me think of Troy coming to Ottawa and meeting Harris, and how that makes Troy be ‘reborn’ as a better person. He’s finally happy, and feels connected to his team (and maybe his coming out helps him feel more connected to the lgbtq+ community too)
There’s even this unusual lyric “I am a mermaid eating at the sushi train” and I feel like it captures the idea of Troy, as a gay man, making harmful and homophobic remarks. A mermaid eating her fellow fishy friends is a hypocrite who is harming others like her. Like Troy in Toronto.
Anyway, it’s a gorgeous song and I highly recommend it!
Here’s a Spotify link, and some of the lyrics!
If you are a fan fic writer and you're alright with people making fan art of your fic, reblog this 💚
"Alright' someone once made a stick figure comic of one of my fics and I cried
Alright as in getting sick crying spitting rolling on the floor in puddles of my own tears of joy alright? sure
Earlier this week I was feeling like shit, and pulled some ridiculous self-sabotaging bullshit that I now regret. It’s something small and dumb, but I feel like such an idiot and I’m so embarrassed. I’ve guaranteed myself nothing to look forward to on my bday. I fucking suck.
My birthday is this weekend, and my ‘gift’ to myself was using my credit card to splurge on the fleece. I’d been hyping it up to my husband for a while, so he knew about it (and lowkey rolled his eyes at me the whole time of course lol)
Today, he messaged me saying “Hey, I just sent you your birthday gift.”
Then I look at my PayPal to find that he sent me enough to cover most of the cost of the fleece.
And this was the message he sent with it:
🤣🤣🤣 Who says romance is dead?! 😜
HAPPY PRIDE MONTH! 🏳️🌈
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! 👑
HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY, ILYA ROZANOV! 🏒
I've been adding characters to this piece since February as I worked my way through the Game Changers series! I love how Ilya spent the books clocking every queer hockey player he came across and collecting them like Pokémon! 🌈
I dressed each character in the colors of the team they were playing for during their respective books! Plus Montreal!Shane+Boston!Ilya and Ottawa!Shane+Ottawa!Ilya versions!
Yesterday was my birthday today, so I finished this as a little gift to myself! I was going to wait until Ilya's birthday to post it, but honestly? Fuck it. Let's take a moment to appreciate Queer Godmother Ilya Rozanov!
Thank you for all the birthday wishes, and I hope everyone has a wonderful Pride Month!
I’m slowly coming to the awful conclusion that it’s very likely that Ilya and Troy won’t be nearly as close on the show as in the books. And that is because I don’t think Ilya will end up coming out to Troy on the show.
Why? Because he has no reason to.
Svetlana (whom I really do love on the show, despite my bad feeling that she’s gonna kill my beloved Ilya/Troy bromance lol) is already Ilya’s closest friend AND is the only friend who knows he is bi. In the books, those are both roles Troy ends up filling. On the show, Svetlana is already both of those things.
A huge foundation/core moment of Ilya and Troy’s friendship is their mutual coming out to each other. That vulnerability they share with one another is huge, and — as Ilya points out — Troy is the first person he’s ever come out to (besides Shane and his parents obviously haha). It was a risky move for sure, but something Ilya really felt he needed, due to feeling so isolated and not having anyone know he’s bisexual.
It even leads to a small fight between Shane and Ilya because Shane gets jealous about it. And in the apology after the fight, Shane says he’s glad Ilya has a friend he can trust (because he didn’t before), and Ilya responds that it feels good to have someone know the truth.
Except… on the show, Svetlana knows already. He already has a friend he can trust. He already has someone who knows. Which means Show!Ilya has nothing to gain and everything to lose from telling Troy he’s bi. It’s way too risky and makes little sense narratively for him to have that cathartic coming out moment.
And that fight with Shane also can’t happen on the show, as the fact that Ilya already has a friend who knows about his sexuality makes the crux of their argument and subsequent apology no longer make sense on the show.
Which is why I’m mentally preparing myself for Ilya to not come out to Troy on the show. Which I also think is going to majorly shift their dynamic. I think Troy will come out to Ilya on the show, but I don’t think it will be reciprocated.
I think that sort of emotional imbalance (Troy being vulnerable with Ilya but not the other way around) changes their relationship from very close friends (with some mentor/older brother vibes from Ilya) to a more professional relationship with Ilya as a mentor to Troy, but no deep friendship/connection.
And, much as it would kill me not to have that, Show!Ilya doesn’t need a friend like that, because he already has Svetlana.
Am I 100% certain this is how it will go down? Of course not! Do I hope I am wrong? Absolutely.
Am I keeping my expectations low so I won’t be too disappointed if we miss out on the Troy/Ilya bromance in the show? Yes.
Maybe I’m biased because my and my husband’s wedding song was not exactly a traditional slow dance song…
But I feel like the fandom is way too hard on ‘Diamonds’. The lyrics are honestly fitting, and it’s not so upbeat that it would be impossible to slow dance to or anything!
The real outrage should be at the fact that there were no freaking chairs for their guests.
Our anger has been misplaced!
It's a nightmare I know I know It's scary.
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Those videos where the person shaves their beard and records their partners reaction afterwords. Troy would be devastated. Thank god its only a dream.
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I want to try my hand at making some comics. I have some short sketches for them and ofc for hollanov at a certain clerb in montreal.
*steps up to the mic*
I have seen scenarios like this come up quite a bit, and I really dislike the idea of Shane becoming Alternate Captain of the Centaurs in Unrivaled, or of Ilya stepping down to Alternate and letting Shane become Captain.
Why? Because of Zane Boodram. He was drafted by the Centaurs and has been playing for that formerly-shitty team since day 1. He is an amazing first line Wing, and a positive and encouraging presence for his teammates. He’s spent his whole career giving his all to Ottawa. Don’t you dare strip that man of his role as Alternate Captain! He has earned it!
And speaking of Bood… I also don’t like the idea of Ilya and Shane playing on the same line. Not because I don’t want them to play together — Because Ilya, Bood, and Troy develop an amazing chemistry in Role Model (and TLG, but it’s emphasized more in RM). The chemistry of the Cens first line (now that Troy is there) is largely the reason they start winning!
I know we wanna see Hollanov play together, but you simply cannot break up the dream team of Rozanov, Bood, and Barrett. Hollanov can play together on the power play line and destroy the competition together that way! But for the regular line formation… It needs to stay the same!
*I am forcefully dragged offstage*
(EDIT: shoutout to @j0esp00ky for informing me that teams can have two alternate captains! Shane can be added, then lol I’ll allow it as long as Bood keeps his A!)
Cross-Species Astro Neurobiology (The Official Ryland Grace Guide to Alien Flirting)
Pairing: Ryland Grace / Rocky / Adrian
Summary: Grace and Rocky survived the trip to Erid. Now, all Grace has to do is live on plant meant to kill him, charm his best friend’s mate, and figure out why all these Eridians keep giving him rocks. Easy, right? As long as he doesn’t die of scurvy, first.
3/3 Chapters, 38,556 words, English
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Literally the most vulnerable you’ll ever see me on here.
(TW for pregnancy loss)
This is my birthday week. And it’s also the week I would have been in the hospital having a baby if I hadn’t had a miscarriage in the fall. Definitely not gonna be a very happy birthday 💔
It’s really hitting hard thinking about what could have been, and it’s been making me extra emotional and sensitive to other things — even dumb things like ao3 stats (which I do often get a little too worked up over, but never like the other day).
Just wanted to kind of explain (part of 😅) why I’ve been spiraling so badly lately. And also… fuck the stigma against talking about miscarriage 🤷🏻♀️
Anyway, I promise things will get better and I’ll chill out soon. 💜 Thanks for understanding.
Written as a gift for my friend’s birthday… This is my first time writing a fic that is only Hollanov AND my first time writing pet play. A little intimidating but also quite fun! 😈 (Click the title below to read, and please mind the tags!)
“Shchenok” by TrebleRose89 (me!)
Rating: E
Length: 4.2k
Tags: Smut, Pet Play, Puppy Play, Consensual Degradation/Humiliation, Punishment, Mild Painplay (one instance of CBT), Face-fucking, Facials, Dirty Talk, Praise, Aftercare, Post-TLG
Summary: “Yes, sweet girl,” Ilya murmured as he ran a large hand down Anya's back. “You have been so good for Papa today. Khoroshaya devochka.”
He shifted his gaze then, looking down toward the pair of large brown eyes at his feet. They stared up at him with just as much affection as Anya’s had, but it was clear there was something else there too. Pleading. Desperation. An unspoken question.
Ilya shook his head and gave the other dog a small smile. “I am sorry, shchenok, but you know the rules. Only good pups are allowed on the furniture.”
In truth, Ilya wasn’t sorry at all — he knew the pleading was all an act. His pup was exactly where he wanted to be.
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Or: Shane has been a very naughty pup. Ilya needs to remind him how to be a good boy.
Part of me still can’t believe I spent so much money on a freaking fleece jacket, but another part of me is like “Fuck it, I’ve had a ROUGH time lately and my birthday is this weekend. I deserve to indulge my gay hockey boy hyperfixation, damn it!”
(And I live somewhere that gets very cold, so at least I’ll get use out of it? 😅🤷🏻♀️)
