4 Works by AbstractArcane
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I'm working on instagram posts for a new fic, but for the life of me I can't figure out the html coding for the scrolling part in mystyrust github that shysonata used
(the spotify click through)if anyone knows how to do it an wants to comment the html coding that would be so so so so amazing. but if not - enjoy these two posts
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The song ‘Vodka Cranberry’ by Conan Gray started playing. Ilya laughed, he found it funny because he had drunk some that night. So he kept the song on. Little did he know the evil powers conan gray possessed within his song writing.
He heard the lyrics ‘brown eyes’ and before ilya could tell his brain to think of literally fucking anyone else he picture Shane.
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Ilya yearns for Shane and they have phone sex
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“No I’m serious, It crashed in the middle of a fucking ocean” JJ said. Shane's head felt like it was underwater. Hayden and JJ kept talking but Shane couldn’t hear them. Oh my god. Ilya.
His Ilya.
He had to be ok, he had to. Otherwise Shane didn’t know what the fuck he was gonna do. Shane couldn’t breathe. No he actually couldn’t fucking breathe. He felt an arm on his shoulder and JJ saying something that sounded like concern.
Shane's vision was whiting out. Good, maybe he could die too. Fuck. oh my god. Was Ilya dead? There was no way. No way they had just started dating. He had just begun to really live. Now Shane really really couldn’t breathe and his vision went dark.
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What if the plane crashed and Ilya hadn't made it out alive?
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Maybe he could just rub one out and go home. He needed something tonight. And he still had the room until midnight. And he sure as hell wouldn’t have any free time in the playoffs. Just as Shane was beginning to untie his drawstrings the door swung open. He stilled eyes darting to the door. In walked, what Shane could only describe as, the most attractive man he had ever laid his eyes on.
The first thing Shane noticed was his height, the man was tall. The second was his arms he was extremely built, like a fucking greek god. It was rare to find a man as burly as this one In a strip club. He had soft golden curls and freckles and moles everywhere. Which shouldn’t have made Shane’s hard on worse - but it did.
The man avoided eye contact and slowly walked up to the pole in the middle of the room. Shane was still. Only his eyes moving. Tracking the god of a man like a sniper. He held his breath, the tension palpable in the room. Shane watched as he began to slowly dance on the pole. He wasn’t doing insane tricks or even really using it other than to push himself off as he sensually danced for Shane.--------
orIlya Rozanov doesn't play hockey and dances at a strip club. He dances for Shane.