Welcome to my safe gayven

“It’s really not that complicated.”

“Close the door.”

“It’s three in the morning.”

“I should have told you a long time ago.”

“Why are you helping me?”

“You have to leave right now.”

“Just trust me.”

“I’ve been waiting a long time.”

“You’re in love with her.”

“Come here.”

“We could get arrested for this.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“I thought you were dead.”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Was that supposed to hurt?”

“I can explain.”

“Love is overrated.”

“Watch me.”

“I’ve missed this.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Sometimes, being a complete nerd comes in handy.”

“I don’t owe you an explanation.”

“We have to be quiet.”

“You’re trembling.”

“I want an answer, goddammit!”

“It was you the whole time.”

“Tell me again.”

“This is why we can’t have nice things.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“You don’t see me.”

“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”

“You could have died.”

“Prove it.”

“I might never get another chance to say this.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

“Lie to me then.”

“You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”

“We need to talk about what happened last night.”

“I never stood a chance, did I?”

“I feel like I can’t breathe.”

“I’m only here to establish an alibi.”

“Are you drunk?”

“I still remember the way you taste.”

“How much of that did you hear?”

“What happens if I do this?”

“Why are you whispering?”

“You make me want things I can’t have.”

“I don’t want to screw this up.”

“Oh.”

Kip had been laying on their bed scrolling through social media on his phone. He didn’t even hear his boyfriend come home. He set his phone down on the nightstand and started rubbing his hands up and down the broad expanse of Scott’s back.

He paused and took a deep breath.

“I don’t ever want to tell you what to do. You’re your own person and I would never want to change most things about you. You could stand to wash your socks a little bit more during playoffs.”

He hopes his joke lightened the mood just a little bit.

Ilya’s chuckles stopped as he took the photo. His breath caught. The picture: a round-cheeked Shane, a shy grin as he leaned into the side of a woman. A woman who Ilya had not seen since he was twelve, her wild hair and strong nose, her dimpled smile and shiny coat, her fingers behind Shane’s head—bunny ears. It wasn’t possible. But there she was, in all her glory: Irina.

read the fic Small Serendipity by @himbotheninth which made me cry Real Human Tears where a young shane is found in the airport by irina and i just had to draw some of it :3

bonus irina+shane without text under the cut

5 years is a long time

“Don’t bother yourself with it, it’s nothing.”

“I don’t want to talk about it. I’m not ready.”

“I’m not hiding anything.”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Don’t stick your nose to my life.”

“It’s the one thing I can’t share.”

“You never talk of your problems, why should I?”

“Never mind, it’s nothing.”

“You’re just imagining it.”

“I have no idea what you’re referring to.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“You have no reason to worry.”

“Just forget it, okay?”

“Stop prying!”

Annoy them, ask them invasive questions, ask about their rps/ships, send them gifts, whatever you like!