#pcraspcra

[russianrozanov]

vaguely plotted starter for @pcraspcra

Ilya looked over at Hollander, Shane. He said Shane. That was the first time he had said his first name. In the heat, the passion of the moment. He also heard Shane say his name. The moment he felt Shane pull away, he knew that something was wrong. Watching him panic, the fact that they were saying just their names to each other. But it wasn't just their names, it was more then that. It was unspoken, it was meaningful. Asking him to stay, unprompted kisses, the comfort they brought each other. It was all new, it was terrifying.

Watching Shane go to leave, Ilya was on his feet and next to him in seconds. Taking Shane's wrist softly in his hand, pulling him lightly closer to him. "Hollander, don't.." He didn't know what he was trying to say. But, he knew that he wanted him to just stay. "Talk to me, do not...go." He said softly, his hands urged to reach for him. To pull his to his body and hold him but he didn't want to overstep to much. Instead, he let his thumb brush against the inside of Shane's wrist, trying to coax him down from his panicking.

[menaceonice]

nobody knows you. independent, selective roleplay blog for ILYA ROZANOV from the game changers series. written by cami. est. 2026 mature content present. 18+ only. and nobody gives a damn.

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[iinmortales]

he'd thought about keeping the house, and the extra building he'd bought when he'd been paranoid of being caught with ilya, but in the end had decided against it. he was leaving montreal for good, the team and the city, and going home in more ways than one. ilya had already started driving back to ottawa, shane just had a couple more things to put in the car before he followed behind. the house would be sold , and that would be the end. and the beginning.

shane flicked off the lights in the empty upstairs bedroom, gave a brief once over to make sure they hadn't missed any of anya's dog toys. ilya would be devastated if shane forgot anya's favorite banana squeaker, which, yes, was shoved behind the door of the guest bathroom. banana in hand, he jogged down the stairs and was met with....himself. ' uuhhh, hi? ' he paused halfway down the stairs. ' you're not supposed to be here. '

@pcraspcra

[ilyarozyy]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 .

➠ 1 question at the press conference from @pcraspcra : [ TXT ] : why are you still awake? (from ryan)

[TXT] ➜ Scary Ginger : why do you care that I'm still awake?

[captainshunter]

@pcraspcra liked for a tiny starter. for shane.

" gotta say i was impressed by you during that game. well , until the end anyway." ( and yeah , scott feels a little guilty for that fight. he could've handled it better. )

[battlesthatmatter]

Short starters @pcraspcra

"When one hears about documents being leaked on a Minecraft server, it really makes you question the confidence you had in classified intelligence."

[caprozanov]

➠ 1 question at the press conference from @pcraspcra / ryan price : “It’s funny—liquor makes you honest, but you still can’t say what you really want, can you?”

✘ ♕ ✘ Cobalt eyes held Ryan's gaze unflinchingly as beer swished around in Ilya's mouth before he swallowed. He was taking his time in answering, not because he didn't understand the English, but because his words could be dangerous. For a man who loved danger, practically flocking to it when the chance presented itself, he kept himself guarded carefully.

"And what is it that you think I want?" his heavily accented voice asked, still holding the other man's eyes.

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

@pcraspcra liked for a starter with Garrett

Not even three steps onto the Cullen property before Emmett came barreling out of the trees like a runaway boulder with a grin.

Of course he did.

Garrett slowed, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket as the forest stilled around the other vampire’s massive frame. Emmett was practically vibrating with whatever idea he’d cooked up—and the nomad didn’t need to hear his thoughts to know trouble when it was aiming straight at him.

“Alright,” Garrett drawled, tilting his head, “judging by that face, you’re either about to challenge me to something or you’ve already broken something and you want help hiding the evidence.”