Even After All This Time

one thing about me is i’m gonna go lay down

I think there's a part of Shane that genuinely believes that when he finishes his last game, they will take him out back and shoot him like a sick dog.

i don’t think you guys are thinking hard enough about sleep warm shane, eyelids fluttering and lips slightly parted making little kitten sounds, hips pumping ass flexing, hot breath against ilya’s bare skin.

reading a “there was only one bed fic” and the characters have decided to share the bed as long as they stay on their sides. i’m really glad they figured that whole mess out and am excited to read about them staying on their sides of the bed until morning^-^

I have a disease called I can’t reply to your text. I love you

if you see me being queerbaited do not try and save me. i’m exactly where i want to be

you should get a second evening for reading fan fiction. And you should get an extra day in the week to do arts and crafts.

This, he realized, was why people were so wild about sex. He had never, ever felt like this with anyone before. And of course Ilya Rozanov, all of nineteen years old, fucked with the confidence and skill of, like, a sex god.