i have a lot of time i spend on things that i shouldn't

anonymous asked:

can you explain why people want to exclude asexual people from the lgbt+ community? I understand that if you're cis and straight and ace that people feel you shouldn't belong but like? isn't having a different orientation still queer?

this question shows a fundamental misunderstanding of a) why the lgbt community exists b) what being queer actually means.

the lgbt community wasn’t formed to be a bastion of safety to each and every person who feels like their identity is Queer And Radical™, contrary to what huffington post and buzzfeed would have you believe these days. the lgbt community, as we know it today, was formed directly in response to the fact that we were being systematically targeted by EVERYTHING in our society, from police to laws to everyday citizens. gay bashings were even more common than they are today, and just holding your same-gender partner’s hand in public could be enough to get you killed. gay/trans panic was a valid legal excuse people could plea to that, essentially, let them walk free for murdering us.

where do ace people fit into that picture? you tell me.

if cishet steve wants to live his whole life without having sex, great! more power to him! i would never in a million years try to stop him from doing that. but frankly, he’s going to look like any other straight and cis person throughout his entire life. he doesn’t need the protection that the lgbt community provides.

you might argue that it’s asexual erasure for people to see cishet steve and assume that he’s allosexual or what-have-you. to which i ask: why does it matter? so much of the ace community is focused on HOW you like (or don’t like) sex and your experience with sexual attraction. for a community that ostensibly wants to remove the focus on sex that society has, the ace community sure spends a lot of time coming up with new terms and identities to describe Exactly How you feel about sex, and spends even more time explaining this in vivid detail. and on a wide, unilateral level, that just… doesn’t matter.

to look at that another way… a lot of ace people feel grossed out when allo people (lgbt or not) describe their sexual preferences, or even just bring up the fact that they have sex at all. so it looks a little hypocritical that the ace community spends so much time pontificating on these microlabels and identities that essentially just… describe how much sex you’re having or are interested in having.

ace people are never going to be systematically hunted down and persecuted on the basis of their being asexual. not the way lgbt people are. trans women are still being actively murdered in the streets for being trans women, and the ace community is too busy raising a fuss that they’re Queer Enough For The Queer Club to care.

and again, i partially fault this to the media. liberal outlets like buzzfeed and huffington post are pushing the idea that more and more esoteric interests and identities are queer, when that’s… not the case. the lgbt community has been fighting since the start to be recognized as people, and not just a bunch of demented perverted freaks. after nearly 50 years of the modern lgbt movement in america, where has that gotten us? cishet people who are into s&m, or diapers, or what-have-you, claiming the identity of “queer.” that’s never been what that term is for, and more importantly, it puts us as lgbt people RIGHT back into being lumped in with the “abnormal perverts.”

there are legitimate problems that the ace community faces, but the lgbt community is not the place to solve them. it would be more productive, in my opinion, for the ace community to focus on issues like desexualizing the media (because i feel that’s where a lot of ace feelings of exclusion come from) than it is for them to keep trying to shove their way into a community that was not made for them.

in conclusion, i don’t say any of this because i hate asexual people or view their identities as invalid. they are. but if you’re cishet and ace, you don’t have a claim to the lgbt community. it’s that simple. if you ask a regular person on the street, one who’s not at all entrenched in this debate, they’ll tell you the same thing. the problems ace people have are not on the same level of the problems that the lgbt community has, so their attempt to muscle their way into the community shows a profound lack of understanding they have as to what this community is for.

please, please do some research on the history of the lgbt community, and i mean actual books, papers, and documentaries. tumblr can be helpful, but you cannot rely on this site to truly educate you on any subject like this.

anonymous asked:

Was there a colored page of kirishima with black hair? I can't remember, but if there wasn't confirmation; what if his hair is a wildly different color and since manga is black n white no one can tell lmao

Might be, but even if it weren’t striktly black it still has to be some dark and dull color, or else he didn’t have any reason to call himself plain, right? No actual need to dye it either, really!

Anon said: Denki once jokingly said he just needs to stick a fork in a powersocket to pull an all nighter but now everyone wants to know if that can happen

I’m sure with everyone you mean the squad which as we all know is made of irresponsible idiots and enablers to every and all stupid/reckless ideas - I’m 100% convinced they all told Kaminari to “prove it, then” and Kaminari was definitely ready with fork in hand 0.2 seconds later and if it weren’t that they decided to be idiots in the common room and Iida happened across them just as he was about to stick the fork in the plug they would have already short-circuited the whole dorms building lmao

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a McKirk AU, in which Leonard is deaf but has like the most hilarious comments in sign language (and also complains a lot)? Your writing is awesome!~

  • So Jim knows sign language. A car accident left his roommate permanently deaf, and when he got back to the dorm, both of them learned sign language together so they could keep communicating together. Though college had been a couple of years ago, he still recognizes that sign language anywhere. And when he’s having lunch in the park, he watches some teenager on a skateboard ride into this man. The man doesn’t yell, but he uses his hands to wildly gesture, and then “watch it, you clumsy, ponytail wearing ass-hat” and Jim just laughs out loud because that’s ridiculous. Coincidentally, the man looks in his direction, catches him staring, and he continues to wildly gesture a “what are you staring at?”, to which Jim raises his hands and gestures: “You, scaring away that punk”, and he nods in the boy’s direction, who makes a swift escape. The man looks just dumbfounded at the reply, and slowly makes his way over. Jim shifts to allow them to sit together. “Did that kid hurt you?” Jim asks and the man shakes his head. “Only my pride.” Jim chuckles, then introduces himself. It takes a little bit of repeating before he catches the other man’s name. Leonard
  • They exchange phone numbers, and Leonard’s as vivid in his sign language as he is in his texts. It’s all ‘Gdi I can’t beLIEVE they shut down my favorite Deli WHERE AM I GOING TO GET MY BAGELS NOW’ and it’s fascinating, mostly because the next time Jim sees Leonard, his whole sign language thing is just as wild as before. Guess this guy really is like that all the time. They sit together in a coffee shop, and Jim orders them lunch and coffees. And Jim’s like “So what do you do exactly?” and Leonard replies “I’m a motivational speaker for the blind.” Jim is stunned. “Wow, really?” “No, of course now. How am I gonna talk to the blind? Idiot.” But Leonard grins, and so does Jim - even though, yeah, he should’ve seen that one coming. “I’m a medical research scientist.” “Impressive” Jim replies, and Leonard shrugs. “You?” “Sales” Jim replies, “On Wall Street” “So you’re an asshole, then,” Leonard says, and Jim raises his eyebrows. “So you’re a nerd, then” he replies, and Leonard’s lips tug into another small grin. 
  • And people stare at them a lot. Because when they decide to cook dinner at Jim’s home, they’re in the supermarket, and somehow end up in a heated discussion about which tomato sauce to buy. Jim’s gesturing wildly for a generic brand because “it’s cheaper and it has the same ingredients!” and Leonard’s all like “It has lots of conservatives and it’s not as healthy as making it from scratch.” “That takes too long,” Jim gestures wildly. “What are you in a hurry for? Your stocks crashing?“ "Shut up,“ Jim replies, “I prefer eating, not cooking.” And he gestures so vividly he nearly hits someone in the face, and it’s the first time he’s heard Leonard laugh out loud. That’s a sound he’s willing to chase. 
  • Spending time with Leonard reminds him to get in touch with his old college friend. And spending so much time around the deaf significantly improves his own sign language, which is very necessary because for the longest time he calls Leonard “Lion-nerd” since it’s easy. It’s also hilarious to see him roll his eyes at Jim, every time. “Someday you’re gonna insult a deaf person real bad. I feel it in my bones.” And Jim calls him Bones from then on.
  • Jim doesn’t even know how they get closer, but they are. Leonard has such strong opinions about the world, and he’s definitely not shy, it’s just that no one is there to understand him when he’s signing at the next moron who crosses his path. Jim is often at the receiving end of Leonard’s insults. Because Jim is reckless. Because he is unintentionally smug. Because “Aw I lost a 5k bet today I guess I won’t be going out to dinner tonight.” and Leonard’s just like “Shut the fuck up you rich piece of shit”. Sometimes he even says it out loud, though his intonation is off. Jim still gets what he means. 
  • And there is something about their relationship that Jim enjoys. They’re not together, sure, but they can talk about everything and it doesn’t matter. No one understands them when they’re taking the subway (ugh, Jim hates it, but Leonard insists he shouldn’t be one of those snobs taking taxis everywhere). No one knows what they’re talking about when they’re wildly signing insults at each other in a restaurant, only to laugh it off afterwards. And there’s a lot of eye contact involved. Jim sometimes likes to speak his phrases while he signs them. Because Bones is a good lip reader, and when Jim’s drunk the signing gets a lot harder. 
  • After Jim takes them out to some place ridiculously expensive (“Who pays 50 bucks for a SMALL pizza, Jim?” “Who cares, though? Was it tasty?” “I hate you.”), Jim walks Leonard home. Like a true gentleman, even though neither of them would admit to it being an actual date. “If you could change anything in your life, would you? I mean, besides being deaf?” Jim asks, and Leonard huffs. “I don’t mind being deaf. At least I don’t have to listen to you talking shit all day.” Jim stops in front of Leonard’s apartment, and Leonard does, too. Neither of them are saying goodbye just yet. “Rude.” Jim signs, and Leonard shrugs. “Actually, I don’t mind being deaf. The only thing that sucks is that I never get to hear you laugh.” Leonard says, in all earnest now, and Jim’s expression is stuck between a frown and a smile simultaneously. It’s sweet. He doesn’t know how to respond to it, other than: “sound is overrated. Sight is more important. At least we get to watch the stars at night.” “In New York? Don’t be an idiot. Those are planes.” Jim rolls his eyes, and when Leonard sits down on the stairs that lead up to the entrance door to his building, Jim sits down next to him. “You suck at being cheesy.” Leonard says. “Really? How about yourself, then?” Jim replies. Leonard straightens up a little, and signs: “I don’t need to look at the sky to see the stars.” and Jim just… stares when Bones gestures at Jim’s eyes. Did that really fluster Jim? Yes it did. And Leonard grins smugly as a result. “Shut up” Jim gestures, and Leonard’s like: “I’m not saying anything”, but Jim grabs both Leonard’s hands, and he leans in to kiss him. Leonard’s hands pull away from Jim’s, slowly sliding around Jim’s shoulders to keep him close. Jim slowly pulls away, far enough to be able to sign a quick “want to come upstairs?” “Are you inviting me over to my own house?”  Leonard laughs, out loud, and he grabs Jim’s hand to take him inside.

cami-chats  asked:

Hc: Tony bonds with Natasha by doing each other's nails

I’m not sure if you realise how many IronWidow bromance feelings I have but either way BLESS YOU FOR THIS HEADCANON!

The way I see it, doing your nails is one of those things that Tony (perhaps surprisingly, considering all those ‘don’t show weakness’ lessons that have been drilled into his head, thanks a lot Howard) has absolutely no issue with. The first time he lets Natasha paint his toe nails, Bruce not-so-jokingly asks what she’s blackmailing him with. 

But to the surprise of everyone (Natasha included–because when he offered to let her do that, she’d assumed he didn’t expect her to take him up on it and his pride didn’t allow for him to back out) he’s not insecure about it at all. He doesn’t hide his bright pink nails either, in fact he goes out of his way to wear flip flops for a couple of days. (Tumblr is a mess and nobody asks how many of those pictures Tony himself leaked.)

So, the next time Tony asks Natasha to do his nails, she offers to let him do hers, in not quite those words (and with a couple more death threats should he mess it up). And he’s really quite good at it, even manages to draw patterns on them because he has freakishly steady hands.

And well, with how they spend all that time together, bowed over each others’ hands and feet, it’s only natural that they talk about something, right? It probably starts out with Tony babbling on and on about whatever is on his mind and Natasha adding the occasional acerbic observation. But things shift when they both find out they like Buffy–and she doesn’t belong with Angel, where do you even get that from? And before the rest of the team realise what’s happening, the unholy alliance has already been formed.

Clint joins them sometimes, but he inevitably ends up complaining about the smell of the nail polish, which leads to Tony and Natasha teaming up against him–which is a fight he’ll always lose. And if, after a couple of official outings end with “Mama, I wanna have pretty nails like Iron Man!” and “But Daaaad, Iron Man has them too!”, a new line of nail polish in the colours of each team member become part of the official, unisex merchandise, well. That’s just the combined power of the Black Widow and Iron Man for you. 

Really, their PR advisor never stood a chance. (Neither did the rest of the team, though Clint is still pouting about his set being the wrong shade of purple.)

anonymous asked:

After watching R1, it quickly became my fav SW movie and I fell really deep into the SW fandom for the first time. But recently I've honestly kind of felt bad about myself because I loved the whole squad, including Jyn, and I absolutely love Jyn/Cassian, but the amount of vitriol surrounding both is unlike anything I've ever seen in any fandom. I know I shouldn't let antis get to me, and I don't want to give them the satisfaction. Do you have any advice on how to keep a positive head space?

First of all, nonny, I am so happy you love Rogue One so much! I know so many people have had it skyrocket to their favorite Star Wars movie and are finding themselves in fandom for the first time. It’s great to see and participate in all this Star Wars love. That is what fandom is all about.

Given that, I am so sorry that the antis are getting you down. People can be jerks, and antis feed off the way they upset people. I’ve come across this with many of my favorite characters and it’s really just same old, same old with these people. The structure of Tumblr makes it a little harder to get around them but here is my advice.

1) If you see antis when you go into the tag, go ahead and block them. I block freely and without reserve. People who don’t respect the tag or don’t try to keep their posts out of the search results are trying to rile you up and they don’t deserve the satisfaction.

2) Do not directly engage with a post. What I do and what I’ve seen others do is create a new post that mentions the claim and then debunks it. What you are interested in is not convincing the anti, who is out to destroy happiness, but to generate positive conversation with people who are casually reading things (and your friends). Keep the high ground at all times. Responding to the post directly only feeds the trolls. If by some bizarre unfortunate chance you get anon hate, delete it without publishing. Imagine the anti, refreshing your blog over and over waiting to see your outrage in vain.

3) If you have friends who are posting negative things about Jyn or Jyn/Cassian, ask them if they can use a tag so you can blacklist their posts. Friends don’t want to keep upsetting friends, after all. I use Tumblr Savior but XKit is also a good tool to filter out these posts.

4) Rewatch Rogue One! (Maybe stop right after they go through the shield gate so you don’t cry but up until that point it makes me purely happy.) Watch Jyn learn to trust again and find a home after being abandoned for so many years! Watch Cassian yell for her in concern and go back for her repeatedly, even when the mission does not require it! Watch them have no concept of personal space, even when they’re upset with each other! Watch the entire Rogue One team bond and become a found family! Watch the way Jyn and Cassian light up in the “welcome home” scene with bonus leaning! Watch the elevator scene! The good news is that canon is on our side.

5) Most importantly, focus on the joy in fandom :) There are so many more fans who love this movie and Jyn and Jyn/Cassian than people who hate her and the ship. There are many people who are not on Tumblr who love the whole team, including Jyn and this ship. You can follow positive blogs to stay inundated with positive fandom and I have to give a shout out to @therebelcaptainnetwork​ as a central location for happy Jyn/Cassian content.

(When in doubt, step away from Tumblr. Go for a walk, drink some tea, pet a fluffy animal. Fandom should be fun but it’s also important to take breaks when it’s not, as with anything.)

The antis are loud because they want attention but at the end of the day, these people are spending their time hating something instead of creating positive content about something they love. They are the equivalent of the bullies in the parking lot yelling mean things as you drive off with your friends to do something you love, and they should be treated as such - ignored in general and publicly, calmly, and factually refuted when they become a nuisance (like this weekend). In contrast, we get to spend our time being delighted and happy about these characters.

Above all,

anonymous asked:

I guess you shouldn't have had kids because you don't have the resources to give them a good life. You're just a wannabe actor who can't find it in herself to realize she's not talented enough to make it. So that means you're a shit mom right? You don't have a husband. You don't have money. You brought this kid into the world without thinking about how shitty his life would be. I guess that's all your fault and you should have had an abortion, right?

Listen….I take a ton of shit on this website and I try my absolute best to handle it with grace and class, but this? This is one thing that I will not accept. My child? My son? He is off fucking limits.  

Also, think again bitch! “You don’t have the resources to give them a good life”? 

My kid’s tuition bill? 10K a year. The Disney Vacations we go on? On average 3-5K. His extra curriculars (currently swimming and karate)? A grand total of 350 a month. His clothes, food, toys, books, random just because things? Incalculable. And I’m doing that all by myself. 

Single mom? Doesn’t equal poor mom. 

“I don’t have a husband.” Who says I want a husband and newsflash: you don’t need a husband to raise a kid!!!

Y’all really got me twisted thinking that you could ever step to me on some “hypothetical” ass bullshit because I don’t like a fictional fucking character. 

“A wannabe actor….she’s not talented enough.” Honey, boo boo, sweetheart, I haven’t made it because I haven’t TRIED. Because I know that I can’t just drop everything and run to LA, because I need to ensure that my child will be taken care of, so I’m making sure I have adequate savings so I can go months/years if need be with no reliable source of income. Because I’m a good mother!!!!

ALSO: I have been unemployed for months (my job in the UAE doesn’t begin until August) and yet I’m still paying my bills on time and taking care of my child and having leftover funds for fun spending, because I know how to budget my money. 

ALSO: I own my own house (in a nice ass suburb-you can tell because I live near lots of white people) and car!!!

Like, my being concerned about losing my job a few months ago and worrying about how that would impact my kid? That’s fucking normal, it doesn’t mean I’m fucking poor.

ALSO: way to shit on actual, poor, single mothers.

Also: never, in any of my arguments, have I ever said Aurora was a bad mother because she was single and poor. I said she was a bad mother because her children are fucked up and that’s her fault. 

Bellamy’s extreme self-sacrificial nature? That’s Aurora’s fault for putting an infant in his arm at 6 years old and saying “Your sister, your responsibility.”

Octavia’s severe emotional problems (i.e. beating her brother bloody and only stopping because she’s tired, her intense need to belong, the fact that she apologized to her kidnapper-I love Lincoln, but come on)? That’s Aurora’s fault for having a child she knew would never be able to leave their unit and who would therefore never have the social conditioning all children need. 

And these are only two examples of her shitty ass parenting.

ALSO: At least poor, single moms in our current situation have access to welfare programs, you ass. Something Aurora absolutely did not. 

Last but not least, if you can’t make your point without resorting to attacking real people, your point is automatically invalid. Support your statements with canon facts (as I do) or shut the fuck up. 

But anyway:

Aurora Blake is a shit mom for not thinking about the effect that birthing a second child in a system with limited resources and laws against this would have on both of her children, not because she was poor and single, because some of y’all dumbasses need clarification. 

Young Idol [1]


You where in the usual place, with the usual friends, drinking the usual drink  you always drunk. Man high school sucked, you thought, even if it was your last year there you still couldn’t wait to get out of that fucking place and start actually living your life. It’s not the absolute useless assignments that you always had to have ready by Friday that made you hate it so much, god forbid for all you knew these were the best part of your high school life, the fucking annoying thing was the people there. You never really hanged out with people from your high school, you only had friends from unis(universities). They seemed more mature to you and plus their lives were actually interesting unlike from all the people that attended your school.

“What’s up with you today kiddo?” Yura teased you because she saw you thinking to yourself. ‘Kiddo’ is your nickname there, you don’t necessarily like it but you got used to it eventually.

“Its really nothing..” you said drinking the last sip from your drink. ”I should go get another one” you said and went off.

You sat down at a bench a little outside the club you were in wanting to think to yourself some more with no interruptions. You always planned what you were going to do after high school ended. Although  you weren’t an angel or a proper kid you always wanted to attend a very good university - you might not seem like it but you study a lot and you are a smart kid, you always do assignments and get good grades just because you wanted to do something with your life after you graduate- 

Your thoughts stormed off when you saw a male figure sitting down on the bench next to you. ‘Great, just fucking great. Can’t I even get  some privacy around here?’ you thought to yourself. The dude was drunk but you could tell he could get it together - impressing-. He didn’t act drunk it was just this smell of  alcohol showering you even though you weren’t that close to each other. To be honest, he looked a little lost.

“Everything okay?” you said and you saw him jumping a little at your voice. ‘Don’t fucking tell me he’s so drunk that he didn’t even notice me’ you thought

“Sorry, I uhm..” his eyes met yours, and even though there was little light you could still see them sparkling “I’m sorry..I didn’t see you there..” he said moving his head downwards, now looking at the ground. 

‘Fuck his proportions look flawless’ you thought inspecting every inch of his face. But, why does he look so familiar? Could he had come to this club before? I mean, its a fancy club and it attracts some pretty fancy people, but he is not.. just fancy. You couldn’t really describe it but there was something more to him.

“Seeing something you like?” he said and his cockiness caught you of guard. He was a lost puppy just a second ago..

“Not much but, have we met before? You look really familiar..” you said and obviously your question seemed like something he didn’t  get that often.

“You, you don’t know who I am?” damn, he sure is full of himself. He did look genuinely surprised though..

“Ugh I don’t know.. should I?” he seemed intimidated by your answer. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, Wow that’s a first, you almost always can read through people like they are an open book, but he looked like he had sealed the pages.

“No.. no you shouldn't” he gave you a smirk that could kill. ”You know, I’m not usually like this. I mean I don’t get drunk or come to clubs for that say” he paused looking at your  face slowly coming towards your eyes. “ People like you would consider me a ‘bore’ “

 “People like me?” you questioned

“Yes you know, people that have friends and can go out and have fun, drinking talking going outside without any trouble” he said

Without any trouble? Well yes that was part true. Your parents weren’t exactly happy for you going out like this, not knowing your friends. But your good grades made up for it. You weren’t a bad kid nor would you ever be influenced by things people would do, and your parents knew that.. they were just a bit cautious and you couldn’t blame them, they were your parents after all.

“Without any trouble?” you questioned chuckling. “ What exactly could put you into trouble? You look a little too old to be schooled over”

“Its… the job I do. Lets say that it doesn’t allow me to go out.” he said

“Well I see you out right now..how come you can now?”

“I wore this” he pulled a face mask out of his jacket’s pocket “Not a lot of people can recognize me if I have this and a hoodie covering my face..and its not fun to wear them so I just decide to hang indoors, if you could call it like that.”

You started putting the pieces together. He was obviously someone famous, that’s why you felt like you knew him. But did that change how you saw him? Not at all.. you weren’t like that. People were people no matter what.

“So it’s indeed that hard to be famous huh?” you chuckled and he laughed along knowing that you were on to him.

“You have no idea..” he smiled at you. His smile was beautiful, nothing like his smirk before, his smile was kind of dreamy.

“So what are you doing this late in a dark alley outside a club mister Famous?” you asked jokingly

“Well I’m pretty happy because I found what I was looking for” he paused after he saw the expression you made. This wasn’t what you singed up for. You didn’t want to be part of his ‘I’m a famous fuckboy’ game. “For gods sake I didn’t mean it like that” he smiled “ I wanted to find someone apart from my band members to talk to. To not know and for him to not know me, but its kind off hard if you're like me..”

You knew how he felt even thought you weren’t famous. You were willing to hear everything he had to say and let him get things out of his chest. This had nothing to do with the fact that he was famous, that was just you being you.

“Well, I’m all ears” you said

“How can I be sure that you are not a sesang that is going to post everything about this conversation on twitter? Or even worse, a reporter?” you laughed when you heard that. You got up “Fine i’ll just leave then” you joked. He reached for your hand pulling you back down next to him this time a little closer. “ No, please stay..” he said

“Alright. Start quickly thought.. my friends will be worried, if they start searching for me and find me I can not assure you that they will not recognize you”

With that he started telling you everything with some jokes in between to shimmer down the atmosphere. He told you how he was really stressed about their upcoming comeback, about all the new promotions that they would have and how they didn’t got a proper break. He told you how much he missed his parents and how sad he was to not get to spend new years eve with them. He ended with the thing that has had him depressed for a long time now, his grandma. He loved her a lot and he misses her even more. He didn’t go into much detail about that though you couldn’t blame him, he was a stranger to you after all.

“Wow that felt better than I thought” he said and grabbed your palm. “Thank you..really”

He was a great guy, you could tell. His love and respect  for his loved ones effected you.

“But hey I never asked” he smiled at you “ what’s your name?”

“Oh its Y/N, how about you?”

“It’s really, really nice to meet you Y/N” he smiled while getting up bringing you up with him. He gave you a very quick and innocent kiss on the cheek witch felt like heaven. He then went to a black car parked a little farther from where you were standing. He opened the door and looked at you, the light now was enough to see his face a little better. His eyes.. hell those eyes..

“I’m Taehyung, Kim Taehyung”

The Strings of Fate (Made Them Stronger Together) PT. III


The CEO looked up from the list she was double checking when she heard her name being called, her red lips turning into a smile when she saw Kara walking inside her office with bags of take outs.

Leaving the list on her desk, Lena stood up and met Kara by the couch, giving her friend a side hug and the now usual kiss on the cheek.

“So, is everything okay at Catco?” Lena asked when they settled on the couch, Kara with her Italian pasta and Lena with a quinoa salad, to which she saw the blonde making a disgusted face but chose to ignore.

“Oh, yeah! Everything’s great. Although Snapper’s now making the lives of a new group of interns a living hell, but, they’ll survive.” Kara said. “What about you?”

“I was checking the list of things we’ll need for Lucas’ birthday, actually. I want it to be perfect and safe, but most of the locations have a pool.”

“Oh, I was checking it myself this morning! We could have one of those playground ball pools instead. Like, a big one. Luke will love it! " 

Lena chuckled when she saw Kara’s eyes shining with excitement. 

"Alright, I’ll get you one of those.”

Kara gasped, “It’s not for me! I want it to be perfect for him and the other kids.”

Lena shook her head, smiling. 

Since Luke’s one year old birthday was coming up, Lena decided to throw him big party slash fundraiser to raise money for the Children’s Hospital and the National City’s Orphanage. And even thought they didn’t know the exact date of his birth, they chose the day Lena found him at the park as his new birth date, and were decided to shower him with affection and a day full of fun.

Even though Maggie said he wouldn’t remember a thing, but Lena and Kara ignored her.

“This will be his first public appearance.” Lena said quietly.

“We will all be there, so it’s gonna be fine.” Kara squeezed Lena’s hand gently.

“I know. But a lot of important people will be there to meet him. I’m kind of nervous. I don’t want him to be like the next… Prince George or something.”

Kara scoffed, “Pff, please, Lena… Lucas is way cuter than Prince George!”

Lena couldn’t help but swoon at the reporter’s words, “He totally is!”

They shared a laugh, before falling silent for a few minutes as they ate, but Lena knew Kara long enough to know something was bothering her for a couple of days now.

“Is something wrong, Kara?”

Kara looked up from her now empty plastic container, adjusting her glasses on the bridge of her nose nervously.

“I felt like something was… off that day. Is it because I didn’t warn you I was leaving Luke with Alex and Maggie? Because if it was, I’m so sorry! J'onn called me and I left in a hurry an-”

“What? No, of course I wasn’t mad at you for that! I know it’s your job, and they’ve watched Luke before.”

“Not for that long, though." 

"I trust them and I trust you. I know Alex would never let anything happen to him and Luke loves Maggie’s craziness." 

Kara nodded, but Lena knew she still wasn’t completely convinced. 

"Did Alex say something to you before I got there?” Kara suddenly asked, looking up right into green eyes.

This time Lena was the one who avoided her gaze, bring caught off guard so suddenly by the blondes question.

“I… no. Of course she didn’t. Why would she say anything to me?” Lena responded, still not meeting Kara’s eyes.

“Don’t lie to me, please.”

Lena sighed, finally looking at the superhero. 

“She didn’t say anything…” Lena said, and Kara motioned for her to keep talking, “But… I don’t think your sister likes me very much. I feel like she doesn’t really approve of you spending so much time with me and Luke.”

Kara slid even closer to Lena in the couch. “Why do you think that?”

“I’m Lex Luthor’s sister, Kara. I know when people feel uncomfortable around me.” Lena confessed with a bitter smile.

Kara sighed, and Lena noticed her cheeks turning slightly red as she said her next words.

“Alex has nothing against you, specifically. She’s just… s-she’s… being an over protective big sister. She tends to do that with people I… care about.” Kara said, quickly completing. “But don’t worry, I’ll talk to her!”

Lena frowned for an instant, before she too felt her cheeks burning.

“Oh.” She cleared her throat. “Shouldn't you be giving Maggie the shovel talk?”

Kara smiled proudly, “Oh, believe me, I did. And with my suit on.”

They laughed, but Lena still felt like Kara was holding something back.  

“Anything else’s bothering you?”

Kara sighed, looking back down at her hands. “I’ve been meaning to ask you something for the past couple of days, but I didn’t know how…”

“You know you can talk to me about anything, Kara. Just ask away.”

The kryptonian took a deep breath, her blue eyes meeting green ones, before she finally asked, “I just wanted to know how you’re feeling with Lucas calling me mom, too.”

Lena bit her bottom lip to stop herself from smiling at Kara’s nervousness, placing their empty containers on top of her coffee table to take the blonde’s hands in hers.

Luke’s vocabulary still consisted of some insistent babble, fingers always pointing at things he wanted, and screaming ‘Ma’ every time one of them was in the room. 

And Lena loved every second of it. 

“To be completely honest with you, I love sharing this with you.” Lena said, chuckling when she saw Kara’s surprised expression. “You’ve been with us since the beginning, Kara. Luke can’t sleep without hearing your voice when you sing him beautiful kryptonian lullabies, he gets so excited when you’re there to play or watch cartoons with him, and not to mention that one time he pushed me away so you could feed him. We even have a schedule.”

Kara blushed and looked away, trying to hide her smile, but Lena saw it anyway.

“He's yours, too.” the brunette intertwined their fingers, biting her lip, leaning in and touching her forehead with Kara’s, their noses brushing together when Lena boldly said, “And so am I.”

Kara smiled.


Lena was in her kitchen preparing a natural smoothie, when she heard the front door opening, footsteps approaching the room only a few moments later.

“Hey, Lena.”

Lena looked over her shoulder, seeing Alex carrying what looked like a very heavy box in her arms.

“Oh, hey, Alex." 

Alex left the box on top of Lena’s marble kitchen island, opening it with a swiss knife so casually the CEO almost laughed. 

"Kara said she’s coming, but she got stuck with Superman doing… whatever it is they do in that Fortress of Boredom. So she asked me to stop by the printer to get Lucas’ party invitations. And she gave me the key, I hope she warned you.” Alex said, still fumbling with the box’s lids.

Lena nodded, “She texted me." 

Lena poured her smoothie in a mug, "You want some?”

Alex looked up from the box, checking Lena’s mug before shaking her head, “No, I’m fine. It's green. Maggie will probably want to taste it when she gets here. You guys are weird.”

Lena chuckled this time, because even though Alex and Kara weren’t blood related, their disgusted faces after seeing a natural green smoothie were exactly the same.

Maggie would probably agree.

Alex finally opened the box and reached inside to check one of the invitations templates. 

“Damn, is this a kid’s birthday party or wedding invitations? It looks good but so expensive.”

Lena smiled, “It’s also a fundraiser and we’re inviting a few of the most important and richest people in the city.”

Alex raised an eyebrow at the box, “A few? Right.” Alex looked around, frowning after realizing how quiet the place was. “Where’s the kid, by the way?”

“Boy’s Night Out.” Lena said with a quick shrug.

For a few weeks now, a couple of hours before their weekly gatherings, Winn, James and Mon-El would come by to pick Lucas up for a stroll around the city, only the boys for some 'male bonding’ as the photographer said once, before coming back for a night of games and junk food with the whole gang plus the baby.

Lena actually loved how Kara’s (and hers) friends quickly got attached to Lucas, and how they always made time for him. 

“You’re still letting those wackos take him out?” Alex asked with a smile. “God knows what they’re using your kid for. Probably to pick up some girls.”

“I trust them!” Lena laughed. “You and Maggie take him out, too.”

“That's completely different.” Alex smiled, before staring at Lena for a moment. “So… Kara talked to me about… some things.”

Lena suddenly felt alarmed.

“She did?”

“She said you think I don’t like you." 

Lena closed her eyes for a moment, "She didn’t have to." 

Alex crossed her arms over her chest as she leaned against the counter.

"It’s okay. She was pretty pissed, actually.” Alex chuckled, before taking a deep breath. “I have nothing against you, Lena. Honestly.”

Lena nodded, looking down the floor.

“I really trust you to protect Kara no matter what and I’m very grateful to you for that. And don’t even mention Lucas… I adore that kid.”

 Lena gave her a small smile. “But?”

“But,” Alex continued. “I’m still her older sister. I’ve always felt like it was my duty to protect her. Sometimes I forget she’s a grown woman.” The DEO agent smiled. “And after Lucas, I confess I was worried about her. About how attached she felt to your baby. She lost her entire world, and no matter what I did, she just felt so lonely at times. I was worried she could get hurt if you didn’t return her feelings, and that I wouldn’t be able to pick up her pieces after.”

Lena felt her cheeks burning at Alex’s words. 

“F-Feelings?” She chuckled nervously.

Alex laughed, shaking her head. “Really? You guys raise a kid together! You can’t possibly not see that my sister is crazy about you.”

Lena blushed, heart beating fast inside her chest, “I’m crazy about her, too.”

“I know. That’s why we’re having this conversation. Because if you hurt her…” Alex pointed a finger at Lena as a clear warning, but the smile on her lips betrayed her.

Before they could say anything else, the front door opened again, loud voices and laughes being heard from the kitchen. 

Lena and Alex went to the living room, only to see James and Winn carrying at least a dozen pizza boxes (Mon-El and Kara did eat a lot), Luke perched on the dexamite’s shoulders, arms wrapped around Mon-El’s forehead and surprisingly Maggie with a few packs of beer. 

“Hey, babe, I’m a honorary bro now and-” Maggie said, showing off her dimples towards Alex, squinting her eyes as she looked from her girlfriend to Lena. “You were giving her the shovel talk, weren’t you?”

Alex shrugged as Lena blushed just as Supergirl decided to walk in through the balcony’s door in that exact moment.

“You were threatening her?” Kara asked angrily, hands on her hips. 

“It was just a warning.” Alex rolled her eyes. 

“Oh, Alex’s threats are a little bit scary. I remember when she did that to me.” Mon-El said, looking between the Danvers sisters. 

“So, the shovel talk really happened?” Winn asked curiously.

“Are you guys official now?” James questioned with a hopeful smile. 

Lena and Kara shared a look, looking like a pair of bright red tomatoes, before they started to laugh nervously.

“What do you even-”

“Official? What-”

Luke’s and Mon-El’s heads went from side to side ad they stared at the baby’s mothers trying to come up with poor excuses for why they weren’t together yet.

“Well, Lena did flirt a lot with Kara even when we were still dating. And Kara flirted back.” The daximite said. “I even offered her for Lena to join us, since on Dexam a three wa-”

“I-I…. just.. shut up and give me my son!” The superhero quickly said, walking over and taking Luke in her arms.

Lena approached a still red Kara, but she chose to ignore what the other alien said, avoiding that particularly subject like always, running her hand through Luke’s dark blonde hair. 

He seemed happy to just be in Kara’s arms, his hands curiously touching her suit. 

“Hey, sweetie. Did you have fun with your crazy uncles?” Kara asked, kissing his forehead gently.  

Luke obviously didn’t respond, but he smiled at the guys when his mother mentioned them.

“It was awesome!” Winn said, already chewing a slice of pizza.

“It was really fun, we fed the ducks at the pond.” James nodded.

“Not to mention it's incredible how women easily give out their numbers when we have a human cub! Earth’s amazing!”

“Mon-El!” Winn and James yelled together. 

“Maggie, I can’t believe you let that happen!” Alex grumbled.

“I got there after that!”

“See, Lena, I told you they were using my nephew to pick up on girls!" 

As told hey kept arguing, Lena only looked at Kara.

"Your friends are crazy.”

“I think you mean our friends.” The blonde said, leaning in to finally kiss the CEO’s cheek like she always did after getting home from work, but this time suspiciously close to Lena’s mouth.

Luke’s birthday party slash fundraiser was amazing.

Lena felt completely surprised to see a few of her important guests like politicians, business partners and snob philanthropists actually enjoying themselves, wearing casual clothes as they all chased their children through the green yard of the huge mansion she rented for the weekend. 

But nothing made her feel more accomplished than seeing how happy Lucas was, even if he was only one year old and wouldn’t remember this party.

His almost jumped out of Lena’s arms when he saw the huge playpen set up outside (Kara did crawl inside to enjoy the ball pool with him), his eyes shined with every new birthday present placed in his arms, and he seemed absolutely fascinated with the idea of shaking people’s hands.

Lena couldn’t remember ever feeling this happy.

She had just talked with the pair of magicians she hired for some last minute arrangements, when Lena felt someone touching her shoulder lightly, turning around to meet a pair bright blue eyes.

“Lena Luthor.” The redhead said with a small smirk. 

“Emma.” Lena smiled back nervously, immediately feeling her cheeks blushing as she looked back at the woman. 

Emma Herveoux was Lena’s first ex-girlfriend. They met in Paris, after attending a workshop about women, politics and economics in Sorbonne, starting a intense relationship right after. And even though Emma was an incredible woman, she reminded Lena too much of Lillian sometimes.

“I’m glad you see I still make you nervous.” Emma’s lips were still stretched in a smirk as she looked at Lena hungrily. 

“Of course you don’t! I’m not… nervous.” Lena scoffed, even though she was still blushing. 

“Who would’ve thought, Lena Luthor, a mother.”

“Things change.” Lena shrugged.


Lena turned in time to see Kara approaching, Lucas in her arms, his face, shirt and hands covered in blue icing. 

"Guess who decided to wander over the food table and not so sneakily grab some cupcakes?”

Lena couldn’t help but smile when she saw the despite the mess, Lucas looked completely satisfied.

“Oh, so here it is the famous Lucas Luthor. Already a trouble maker.” Emma said with a smile.

Lena noticed that Kara only then realized they weren’t alone, turning to look at the redhead.  

“Kara, this is Emma Herveoux. We… took some college classes together.” Lena said, without meeting their eyes.

“I believe we did a little bit more than that, but I’ll let it slide." 

"Oh. I’m Kara Danvers.” Kara forced a smile, offering her hand for a handshake, but Emma only looked down at the hand with a raised eyebrow, ignoring the gesture.

“I’m sorry, dear, but I don’t commune with servants.” Emma simply said, looking back at Lena. 

And that’s why Lena broke up with her. 

“With… y-you think I’m…” Kara’s face turned an alarmingly dangerous shade of red, and Lena thought her eyes could burn Emma down at any minute now. “I'm not his nanny!”

Emma raised her eyebrows in surprise.

“Emma,” Lena started, clenching her jaw to prevent herself from making a scene. “Kara is Luke’s other mother.”

Kara raised her chin, holding Luke (who was still licking his fingers happily) even closer.

“You mean you’re…” Emma pointed her finger between them in question. 

“We are.” Lena wrapped one arm around Kara’s waist, raising an eyebrow in defiance. 

“Well, good for you.” Emma said, before walking away. 

“I can’t believe her nerve-” Kara started. 

“I know! I’m sorry!” Lena quickly apologized. “I probably should’ve triple checked the guest list, too.”

Kara took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment before breathing out, looking slightly calmer.

“I’m gonna change him. We’ll talk about this when we get home.”

Later that night, after the party was over and the presents were opened, they tucked a very tired and sleepy Luke in, and he fell asleep immediately. 

Kara gently ran a hand through his hair, and Lena knew she was x-raying his small body to make sure nothing was out of place like she did every night, leaning in to kiss his head.

They stood there for quite some time, only staring at him, his chest raising and falling with every breath, arms wrapped around his beloved stuffed octopus.

“I love him." 

Kara said that so quietly Lena almost didn’t hear, but of course she did, and she couldn’t help but get teary-eyed with teary hose words.

Because she knew Kara loved him more than anything.

Lena slowly approached Kara from behind, wrapping her arms around the blonde’s middle and bringing her closer, placing her chin on the other woman’s shoulder, feeling Kara relax in her embrace. 

"I know you do.” Lena whispered. “Our son is so lucky to have you." 

Kara smiled at those words, placing her hands on Lena’s arms.

"You told your ex we were together this morning.” Kara said, turning around in Lena’s arms to face her.

“I did." 

"Are we?” Kara questioned. 

“Aren't we?” Lena asked back, eyebrow raised.

Kara rolled her eyes. “Do you want us to be?”

“Do you?”

Kara pushed away Lena away, clearly frustrated.

“Stop doing that!”


“Avoiding it! We’ve been avoiding everything that’s happening between us, avoiding those feelings, the signs… I know you, Lena. And I know the way look at me, and the way you touch me, and the way you keep over thinking if you should kiss me or not." 

Lena looked down at her feet, feeling extremely ashamed of herself. 

"I know you’re afraid I’ll say I don’t want you.” Kara continued, stepping closer again, cupping Lena’s cheeks to make her look up into blue eyes. “But I won’t. Because I do want you. I love our family and I am in love with you.”

Lena felt her lips stretching in a smile as she wrapped her arms around Kara’s body and finally kissed her, trying to pour down everything she felt for the kryptonian in that kiss.

When they pulled away, they were still smiling, breathing heavily, and Kara looked over her shoulder towards the crib.

“We should probably move this to-”


Lena stifled a yelp when Kara suddenly carried her bridal style, holding tightly into her shoulders until they reached the bedroom, still sharing small kisses on the way.

Lena was used to overthink every little aspect of her life, mainly her professional life.

If there was something she always used as a escape route to not think about things, it was sex. Sex for her used to be rough and intense and all about power, but always quick, after all she didn’t have time.

She didn’t think about it, she just did.

But sex with Kara…

She felt her mind overflowing with thoughts as her skin burned.

And for some reason she started to think about philosophy and poetry. 

About how in the first time Kara touched her, Lena felt like she was breaking little by little, and when the blonde ran her hands slowly against Lena’s sides before intertwining their fingers to pull the brunette up to sit on her lap, taking one of the CEO’s nipples in her mouth reverently, Lena felt like Kara had just reconstructed her piece by piece.

Lena’s brain overloaded when she thought about power, about how she easily gave in to Kara’s wishes when the blonde turned her around, kissing the skin between her shoulder blades down her spine until she nibbled Lena’s asscheek, getting back up only to hold dark locks firmly in one hand as she fucked Lena with the other from behind.

And the kryptonian kept building and rebuilding Lena over and over again through the night.

And Lena suddenly realized she had never made love.

“I like my body when it is to your body…” Lena whispered, eyes closed as she played with the ends of Kara’s hair, the first rays of sunlight hitting their bare skin through the window. “And possibly I like the thrill of under me you so quite new…”

Kara raised her head from its comfortable spot on Lena’s chest, frowning confused even though she had a small smile on her lips.

“What is that?”

Lena smiled, “A few pieces of some E.E. Cummings’ poem.”

“Oh, yeah?" 

She caressed Kara’s cheek tenderly with the tips of her fingers. "Lady, I will touch you with my mind. Touch you and touch and touch
until you give me suddenly a smile, shyly obscene.”

Kara blushed furiously as she smiled at Lena’s words, biting her bottom lip, and the CEO only chuckled. 

“I wasn’t too rough was I? I-I’m sorry I just couldn’t… control myself.” Kara gently touched the bruises on Lena’s neck.

“Don’t worry. It was actually very hot." 

They laughed, kissing softly, before hearing Luke waking up through the baby monitor. 

"I’ll get him.” Kara kissed Lena lips one more time, standing up and wrapping one of Lena’s robes around her body, walking out of the room to get Lucas.

Lena sighed happily, deciding to take a quick shower, joining Kara and Luke in the kitchen a few minutes later.

They snuggled on the couch, the TV playing some cartoons as Luke kept walking around the living room’s floor where his new toys were all scattered. 

“Who would’ve imagined that we’d be here five months after finding that little guy?” Kara said, staring at Lucas as he studied his new set of shape sorters. 

“I certainly haven’t. I thought I would stare longingly at you forever!”

Kara laughed, “I’d probably say something.” Lena felt Kara staring at her with a small smile. “You were so pretty, and I was already so in love with you.”

They kissed slowly, before they felt Luke climbing their legs to sit between them, making his mothers pull away from each other.

“Hello, there!” Lena chuckled.

“Mom!” He pouted towards them, and Kara smiled, offering him a eskimo kiss. 

“And to think it all started when I decided to go to that park.” Lena wrapped her arms around her favourite blondes in the whole world. “I didn’t believe in fate until the day I met him. Something brought him to me. To us. I’m so grateful for our family. I love you both so much.”

“And we love you, Lena." 



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sun and moon signs + random advice
  • Aries: You're always the centre of attention without even trying, people always want to be around you. I know it's hard sometimes but take some time for yourself just once
  • Taurus: You're the devil in disguise, you can come of so pure but deep down your soul is dark just like your thoughts. Just embrace your dark side, anyone has one it's not a bad thing
  • Gemini: You're really good at making people think that you're smart whilst your mind is actually a random mess. Remember, you don't need to be the smartest all the time, it's okay to fail for once
  • Cancer: You're so pure and people might want to take advantage of you, watch out because you'll end up crying over things that could've been prevented.
  • Leo: People always see you as someone confident and strong, I know it's just one big show and you doubt yourself all the time. Just be honest about it because otherwise people will think that you're cocky, and besides, everyone has their insecurities
  • Virgo: I know that you try please everyone all the time, but please remember that you're your own number one priority. You need to be happy yourself before you wanna go and make others happy.
  • Libra: You don't need lots of friends and relationships to define yourself. You are your own person and if you don't watch out people will try and take advantage of your niceness.
  • Scorpio: For some reason you seem to attract people who are mentally or emotionally unstable, and they always want your help. Remember you have your own problems too. Don't spend all your time helping people who don't really care about you in the end
  • Sagittarius: You always want to go somewhere, and even tho it's good to make your dreams reality remember that other people get attached to you and you always leave them in the cold, everyone might think that you're just taking advantage of them.
  • Capricorn: Feelings are a part of being a human being. Don't hide them because people should love you for you even when you feel like crying. If they truly love you they're there for you 24/7.
  • Aquarius: I know you love being original, but remember that not everything can be all for you. People like your vibe because it's fresh and different and that's why they try to copy it. Remember that it's a good thing to have ppl looking up to you.
  • Pisces: your head always seems to be in the clouds and although dreaming is fun it shouldn't ruin your real life. Remember that you have responsibilities here on earth and you can't fly forever
Tell Me Why We Shouldn't (Oliver Sykes Smut)

Can you write one about austin carlile or oli sykes? Where y/n is dating harry styles and somehow they meet and austin or oli is like “oh my god you’re Harry’s gf” and they start to talk and she tells him that harry is mean to her sometimes and fluff and tears. Maybe they end up together x

Outfit Tell Me Why We Shouldn’t (Oli Sykes Imagine) I waited at the coffee shop for my boyfriend Harry Styles to meet me. We had been dating for a couple months, and believe me, it wasn’t easy. The fans, the hate, we couldn’t even go outside to go for a walk. We finally found a quiet coffee shop on the outskirts of town to have lunch at, and I was excited to have some one on one time with Harry. My phone beeped and my excitement quickly dissipated. “We can’t hang, fans and traffic are in the way.” That’s it? No, ‘sorry let’s reschedule,’ or 'come home and we can hang out here?’ I hated to admit it, but Harry didn’t always treat me right. He treated me like I was nothing to him. I tried not to let it get to me, I knew he had a lot going on in his life, new albums, tour and his friends. I just wish he’d spend more time with me. I was pulled out of my thoughts as my table was bumped by a man with slightly long wavy hair. My eyebrows furrowed and I glared at him. I instantly stopped when I saw who it was. It was Oliver Sykes of Bring Me the Horizon! I stared at him, my mouth slightly open. I shut it quickly as he looked for an answer to say. “I’m so sorry… Aren’t you.. Y/N L/N? Harry Styles girlfriend?” He asked. I quickly shushed him. “Not so loud! Your Oliver Sykes… I love your band so much!” I whisper yelled. He pulled the chair out in a 'Can I?’ gesture. I smiled and crossed my arms on the table, waiting to hear what he had to say. “Wow, what are you doing here?” He asked me.  “Well, Harry and I were supposed to have lunch here, but he got caught up in something.” I said, looking away. “I don’t know why he would cancel on such a pretty lady.” He smiled at me. I blushed and took a sip from my tea cup. “Well, its not the first time he’s canceled on me..” I muttered. “What do you mean?” God, he was so hot. He had an adorable accent as well. “He just… Ugh, how do I explain this? He doesn’t spend much time with me. I mean, I can’t really blame him, he has a lot to do.. But, I just wish he would pay more attention to me, y'know?” I vented to him. God I must’ve sounded so desperate. Oli smirked at me. “If you were my girlfriend, I would treat you much better than that. Especially since you’re so beautiful.” He said to me. “That would be nice..” I said. Fuck? Why the hell was I saying this? “I’m sorry if this offends you but, I think he doesn’t deserve you.” He said as I looked at him with a confused look. “What?"  "If he can’t treat you right, then leave him. Be with someone who understands you.” “I can’t leave him.. Imagine all the hate I would get…” I said, looking down at my tea cup.  “I’ve debated leaving Harry more than once, maybe more than I’d like too. I know what would happen, I would be all over magazines,  the fans would double the hate. God I already get so much hate as it is… I just don’t know.” I said, my eyes filling up with tears. Oli put his hand on mine. “Please don’t cry… How about we go somewhere more private?” He asked. I looked up at him. “Like where?” I asked, sniffling. “My place maybe?” He said suggestively. Was he hitting on me? Did he like, wanna get with me? My mind swam with thoughts, but I cleared them away quickly and agreed to go to his house with him. ~ After arriving at Oli’s house, things got a little… well heated.  Our conversations turned to saying how much Harry didn’t deserve me to Oliver repeatedly complimenting my body. In a second he had me underneath him and we were close enough, our noses touched. “Tell me if you want me to stop.” He said, kissing me on the lips. I closed my eyes, kissing him back. I honestly shouldn’t be doing this but what Oliver said was true. Harry didn’t deserve me. If he wanted me, he would’ve treated me better. I ignored all of that and moved my hips in rhythm with Oli’s. He groaned and moved his hand up to cup my breast. The kiss got more passionate and I rubbed my hand where his package should be. Oli pulled away and smirked to me as he pulled off my shirt. He stared at my body in awe for a few seconds then slowly unclipped my bra. He took one of my breasts in his mouth, rubbing the other in his hand. I moaned and Oli grinned up at me. He peppered kisses down to my waist then back up to my mouth again. “Fucking tease.” I moaned to him. He laughed, rubbing my inner thigh and pulled my skirt up a bit. For a few moment, I let him drink in the sight of me and then I pushed Oli over so he was underneath me. I played with his waistband and grabbed his cock through his pants.  “Who’s the tease now?” He groaned as I slowly undid his pants. I pulled down his boxers and took his member in my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down, my hand rubbing the untouched part. Sucking my cheeks in hard and rapidly moving my head, I looked up and Oliver as he gave another loud moan. “Fuck, Y/N. This is what Harry’s missing by not hanging out with you.” He said, stroking my dirty blonde hair. I tasted the precum in my mouth and moved him faster into my mouth. “Y/N.. I’m close.” He moaned. I took him out of my mouth for a few seconds and licked up his cock before putting him back into my mouth. I rubbed the untouched half furiously. I hummed against him, sending vibrations which triggered him to cum into my mouth. I swallowed, then pulled my bottoms off, and slowly lowered myself onto his length. “Oliver…” I moaned as I began bouncing up and down on his lengthy member. He thrusted deeply into me and his hands rested on my hips, pushing me very deeply into him. I moved my hips into circles as Oli moved his body to get a better angle.  “Oli!” I moaned loudly. He took one hand off of me as he rubbed my clit furiously. I flung my head back as he thrusted deeper and deeper into me. I rolled my hips, leaving no part of my body untouched. Oliver hit my g-spot and I gasped. He must’ve heard me and he thrusted deeply into my special spot harder and harder.    “Ugh! I’m close!” I moaned. I felt a knot tie in my stomach as he thrusted harder into me, using both hands to push me down as far as I could go on his length. “I-I know… Just let it go!” He said. I screamed as I felt my walls clench around his length, my orgasm spilling everywhere. I climbed off of him and onto his chest, kissing him on the lips. “This is an awkward time to ask this… but will you be my girlfriend?” He asked me. I smiled and buried my head into his neck.  “Yes.” ~~ 2 years later ~~ I felt a pair of arms wrap around me as I felt a kiss on my neck. “Oliver, stop it.” I said, trying to concentrate on the pancakes I was cooking. He sprinkled kissed up and down my neck. “I’m so glad your mine and not Harry’s.” He said. He rubbed up and down my hips as he continued to kiss my neck. Two years ago Harry and I broke up and Oliver still liked to remind me why we were together. So I could be treated right. “I’m all yours.” I replied, kissing him on the mouth.

Summary: You and Youngjae get paired up for a choir duet, and you get along better than expected.

Genre: Fluff/smut

Length: 2413

Ship + Smut Request

You all gathered around as the choir teacher prepared to announce the people who would be performing solos and duets at the next concert. You and your friend held hands, and you crossed your fingers. You desperately wanted a solo. Music was basically your life, and you had been working hard for years for a moment to really shine. There were two solo shots, so you thought you had a chance.

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anonymous asked:

CEO Ashton blurb request. you're at a leavers party for a member of staff. Ashton isn't the party scene type but of course attends as he is CEO. he notices you didn't bring a date and you're getting up to no good. he becomes protective over you "you're drunk" "you shouldn't be doing that" "let's get you home"...

Parties have never been your thing. Sure, they can be fun, but most times you’d rather stay at home. Especially business parties.

You throw your head back and finish your third glass of wine, a slow warmth spreading through the pit of your stomach. You’ve been talking to your colleagues for a painstaking two hours and hope you’ll be able to slip home soon.

It’s not that you won’t miss Mrs Jenkins - the member of your firm whose retiring plans have led to the impromptu leaving party - you actually get on quite well with her. It’s just the whole ordeal of having to dress up fancy, talk with the people you already spend everyday with and pretend to enjoy the pitiful classical music playing in the background.

Yes… You’d rather be at home.

You grab a glass of God knows what, and chug it just as quickly as the rest. It’s your plan to get drunk. Not too drunk - just buzzed enough that the evening smoothes by at a quicker pace.

From across the densely packed room, your eyes fall on Ashton Irwin. You can’t help but stare. With his freshly pressed suit and extravagant tie, it’s hard not to.

The only thing holding you back from breaking out your flirting skills is one simple fact. Ashton is your boss. And, as nice as it sounds to be able to go over and flirt until your lips fall off, you know your sober self won’t thank you.

“Miss Y/L/N?”

At the sound of Ashton’s words, you jump. Blinking several times, you quickly turn around to see he’s managed to approach you without you realising.

You must be a little tipsier than you’d first thought.

“H-Hey, Mr Irwin,” You say, wincing at the scratch in your voice. You clear your throat, eyes wandering across his body. Every inch of his body.

“Umm,” He trails off, looking slightly awkward. You freeze, sober thoughts screaming through the drunken haze.

“I-I’m sorry, Mr Irwin, I’m a bit…” You trail off, unable to find the word you’re looking for. It seems the last glass of wine is starting to catch up to you.

“Drunk?” He asks, a tinge of amusement in his suggestion. You hum, nodding your head in fast agreement.

“Do you have someone with you? A date?” He asks, looking around the room. As his eyes scan the people, yours focus in on his curly ringlets and you feel the unmistakable urge to reach up and play with the tousled loops.

“If I had a date, do you think I’d be drunk right now?” You ask sarcastically. The alcohol has stripped away your filter, your thoughts flowing freely through your mouth.

Ashton chuckles, reaching down to weave his muscled arm through yours. You gasp. “You’re not supposed to fraternise with the lowly workers!”

He rolls his eyes, carefully pulling you towards the foyer. For the leaving party, his corporation had rented out a room in a hotel. Ashton makes eye contact with a bellboy and the boy nods, walking off.

“I never took you as the talkative drunk, Y/N,” He comments. You watch as the bellboy bustles around, heading outside to presumably find a taxi.

“Really?!” You exclaim, looking up at him. “I talk a lot! Maybe not at work, but that’s only because the people surrounding me are old and their stories suck, but normally I talk a lot! Especially around hot guys!”

You blabber happily, completely unaware that you’re completely out of line. Ashton blushes, rubbing your arm in a soothing manner. “The taxi’s almost here, you should be home soon.”

“But Ashton-” You complain, pouting slightly. “Why can’t we do something?” You pause, a brilliant thought filling your mind. “Oh my God! All the girls are going to be so jealous! They’re all like, in love with you.”

He quirks an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”

You giggle, pushing his chest. “Of course! You’re an amazing boss. Sweet, kind and you’re fit.”

Ashton nods, as if he’s dealing with a child. Then again, you’re acting like one.

“Sir!” The bellboy from before reappears, signalling towards a taxi.

“C’mon, let’s get you home,” Ashton slings an arm around your shoulder, escorting you from the heated lobby. You shiver, the chill of the evening falling on your figure.

“It’s freezing!” You exclaim, turning around to hug him. Ashton stiffens, not quite knowing how to respond to having a drunk girl grasping his chest.

“You’re s’warm,” You marvel, wishing you could stay there forever. “Like a teddybear.”

Firm hands pry you from his chest and you groan, chilly once again. “Get in the taxi! It’ll be warm inside!”

You nod, his words making sense. Before you get in, however, you lunge forward to press a sloppy kiss against his stubbly cheek. “Bye Ashton, thanks for looking after me! See you tomorrow!” You exclaim happily.

You get into the taxi and tell the driver your address, the vehicle pulling away from the curb a few moments later.

From the pavement, Ashton stands with a stupid grin on his face. As unprofessional as it was for you to get drunk, he finds the entire ordeal incredibly entertaining. His slender fingers press over the sloppy lipstick mark on his cheek and he sighs.

He makes a mental note: in a few days - when you’ve got over the hangover and embarrassment - he’s going to try to get to know you. He’s intrigued; you’re such a fun drunk it’d be stupid of him not to want to peel back the layers and get to know you.

And who are you to complain?

Ceo!5sos blurb night with @pretendtobepunkrock and @felicityash!

Why Taimi is awesome~
  • [Origin of Madness – at Twisted Marionette]
  • Taimi: Hi hi hi. Are you a friend of Braham's? I am. Or rather, I will be. Soon.
  • -
  • Taimi: Braham! There you are.
  • Logan Thackeray: Somebody care to tell me why this child was on the battlefield?
  • Braham Eirsson: Hey! I'm not a child!
  • Logan Thackeray: Not you. This asuran girl. I found her out there, trying to get to Scarlet's twisted marionette. Who does she belong to?
  • Braham Eirsson: Oh. Her.
  • Taimi: Help! Help! Save me from this creepy human!
  • Logan Thackeray: It's okay. I'm a Krytan Seraph. The kid's in no danger.
  • Taimi: Braham! Don't let him take me away! Please!
  • Logan Thackeray: Are you her guardian?
  • Braham Eirsson: Who me? Wolf's teeth, no! I've never seen her before in my life.
  • Taimi: Braham, you're so mean. Can't we just go home now?
  • Logan Thackeray: Listen, buddy. I don't know what your game is, but you better get this kid to safety. She's got no business on a battlefield.
  • Braham Eirsson: What? I swear I've never seen her before in my life.
  • Braham Eirsson: Hey! Where's he going? You're not my responsibility!
  • Taimi: It's okay, Braham. You can take me home now. I live in Rata Sum.
  • Braham Eirsson: Huh? What?
  • Taimi: Where do you live? Maybe we could go there instead.
  • Braham Eirsson: No. You found your way here. You can find your way back.
  • Taimi: Fine! Here I go. By myself. Off into the big city. You'll probably never see me again, Braham.
  • Braham Eirsson: Good luck, kid.
  • -
  • Logan Thackeray: What does a little squirt like you know about Scarlet, anyway?
  • Taimi: As it so happens, I know a lot. I've been studying her for months. I came to meet her, but she didn't show up.
  • Marjory Delaqua: To meet her? Why would you want to do that?
  • Taimi: Because she's brilliant, of course. My theory is that she knows something about the dragons, and that's why she's building an army.
  • Logan Thackeray: Your theory, huh? You don't think she's just a big ol' meany?
  • Taimi: Do you always talk like a four-year-old?
  • *Burn Logan BURNNN*
  • --
  • [Edge of the Mist]
  • Braham Eirsson: What's your story anyway, Tiny? How does a little thing like you get into such big trouble?
  • Taimi: It's Taimi. And I'm a progeny prodigy. I've got important people fighting for the right to be my teacher.
  • Braham Eirsson: Important people, huh? Are they real people, or just big-eared figments of your overactive imagination?
  • Taimi: They're real, but they all want to tell me what to learn. I'd rather be like Scarlet and pick my own courses.
  • Braham Eirsson: Wolf's tail, girl! Don't be too much like Scarlet, okay? One's way too many.
  • -
  • Taimi: Braham? Are we still going to be friends when we get back?
  • Braham Eirsson: Wait—are we friends now?
  • Taimi: I think so. You don't boss me around as much as other adults. And when you ask a question, you let me answer it.
  • Braham Eirsson: Well, I'm friends with Frostbite and he can't even talk. So yes, Tiny. We'll still be friends.
  • Taimi: Not if you keep calling me "Tiny."
  • -
  • Taimi: Braham, will you tell me a story while we wait?
  • Braham Eirsson: After you ran off on me? And all the abuse you heaped on me since we got here? I get plenty of that back in Cragstead.
  • Taimi: You don't spend much time around asura, do you? We only abuse people we like. Or those we're trying to improve.
  • Braham Eirsson: Fine. I'll assume you like me. Ahem! "Once upon a time, there was a brave and handsome norn named Braham..."
  • Taimi: Aww, I've heard this one already. From you. Twice.
  • --
  • Braham Eirsson: Did you get in trouble for roaming the camp?
  • Taimi: No. Yes. Zojja gave me extra calculations as a punishment, and I never got to see Scarlet.
  • -
  • Taimi: Hey, Braham.
  • Braham Eirsson: Uh-huh.
  • Taimi: You wanna hear about the new aetherphaser I invented for my golem? I modeled it after Scarlet's tech.
  • Braham Eirsson: Uh-huh.
  • Taimi: It works just fine, but I have to keep adjusting the gorometer.
  • Braham Eirsson: Uh-huh.
  • Taimi: I had to shave down the minious array wheel in order to get it to fit on Scruffy, but I got it.
  • Braham Eirsson: Uh-huh.
  • Taimi: Next, I'm gonna make him a panmetric listening device so he can warn me in advance if someone's sneaking up on me.
  • Braham Eirsson: Uh-huh.
  • Taimi: Hey, Braham.
  • Braham Eirsson: Uh-huh.
  • Taimi: I like you because you're big and dumb.
  • Braham Eirsson: Uh-huh.
  • Braham Eirsson: (laugh) Shut up!
  • Taimi: (giggle)
  • --
  • [Gates of Maguuma]
  • Taimi: That structure is unstable. It would be unwise for us to go in. Scruffy's scan confirms that it won't support all our weight.
  • Taimi: According to my calculations, the most efficient combination would be you, Marjory, and Kasmeer. The rest of us can wait out here.
  • Rox: Did she just call us fat, Braham?
  • Braham Eirsson: Yup, she sure did.
  • Taimi: Facts are facts. The three of us together weigh as much as nineteen Kasmeers.
  • Kasmeer Meade: Great, I'm a unit of measurement.
  • --
  • Kasmeer Meade: That gap is too large. I can't get us across from here.
  • Taimi: Have no fear. The option to have Scruffy toss us over is still—
  • Rox: No.
  • --
  • [Prosperity’s Mysterious Room]
  • Taimi: Look, look, look! This is a historical find!
  • Marjory Delaqua: Careful, now. You'll pop a gasket.
  • Taimi: She hasn't been here in a very long time. This—oh, and that! Great glarrgh!
  • Marjory Delaqua: Language.
  • Taimi: Sorry. I didn't know you spoke ettin.
  • --
  • [Entanglement]
  • Taimi: Okay. It's all yours. Use the console to fry some Inquest.
  • Braham Eirsson: It isn't going to blow up in our faces, is it?
  • Taimi: Don't be silly. The chances are so slim as to be negligible. About..oh, fifty-three percent. I've tagged us all nonhostile.
  • --
  • Taimi: Hold on. Activating defenses.
  • Marjory Delaqua: You're absolutely sure this won't kill us?
  • Taimi: Absolutely. I'd give it a solid fifty-three percent chance.
  • Marjory Delaqua: I beg your pardon? Maybe you shouldn't—
  • -
  • Kasmeer Meade: It's...beautiful.
  • Marjory Delaqua: And we're still alive. That's a plus.
  • Taimi: Of course we're still alive. I was joking about the the fifty-three percent. It was more like seventy-eight.
  • --
  • [The Dragon’s Reach]
  • Taimi: Don't touch anything!
  • Councillor Phlunt: Progeny, do not speak to your elders in such a tone! I won't have it.
  • Taimi: I thought you'd never get here. Did you stop off at the Dead End for a pint and a pie or something?
  • -
  • Taimi: Well, Councillor Phlunt, I'm sorry to report that I've completely wasted your time and the waypoints will now be destroyed by Mordremoth.
  • Councillor Phlunt: What?
  • Taimi: Just kidding. My patent-pending waypoint recalibration device is now complete.
  • -
  • Taimi: I've checked and double-checked the settings on everything. I'm 59.6 percent certain nothing will blow up in our faces. Don't worry.
  • --
  • [Credit: GW2 Wiki]

Several things before I fall into bed and stay there awhile blessedly unconscious:

- I made it back home safely tonight and am happily reunited with the hubby. <3

- This trip was wonderful and I’m so glad I decided to go — I got to spend a lot of good quality time with many dear family members and made a lot of memories with them I’ll treasure.

- Last night we got some really bad news. My dear uncle and aunt, who we just spent the day at the lake with a week or so earlier, had a plane crash yesterday evening. Miraculously, my uncle was able to bring the plane down in a way so that they both survived, despite having to land in the trees. My aunt got out with some minor injuries, but my uncle is in the ICU with multiple serious injuries. Thankfully, we heard today that he is stable, he can move all his limbs, and two surgeries to repair his pelvis and stop internal bleeding were successful. He is still in critical condition however and has a long recovery ahead of him. Prayers would be appreciated, for him as well as for the whole family.

- I feel a renewed desire to dive back into writing fic (and reading others’) and to engage in creativity of all sorts. We’ll see how this goes. I also feel a renewed desire to be productive around the house/garden but considering that the trip has taken somewhat of a toll on my health, I’m less optimistic about that, at least for the near future (and correspondingly more optimistic about having time for creative pursuits that don’t involve as much physical effort).

And now, onward into glorious sleep


Genre: surprise. it’s fluff. Bet you didn’t see it coming.

Words: 5k

Warnings: none, I think.

Summary: Dan’s family owns one of the most succesful video game stores in London. The problem is, Phil’s family is also one of the most succesful stores, leading them to have a rivalry going on. The thing is, Dan and Phil have problems keeping up their “rivalry.” They’re supposed to hate each other, but they don’t.

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a/n: Knowing that over 500 people follows your blog fills you with determination. That is insane, though. More than 500 people who like what I write? Jesus Christ. Thank you so much. I am so not worthy. Hope this is good.

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bambinadallospazio  asked:

*curtsies* Dear Dukesie! First of all, let me wish you best of luck with your dissertation and everything else that you will be doing next month. My question is not urgent at all so don't worry about getting to it right away. I'll be in London on Erasmus for the Autumn term (mid-September to mid-December) so I wanted to ask you if you know of anything I shouldn't miss during that time! Shows, concerts, places to see that are somewhat less known... Anything that comes to mind! Thanks! <3

*Curtsies* It really kind of depends what you’re into! There are a million things happening in London every day and what’s going to be the most fun for you is hard for me to guess at. But here are my basic recs:

  • Museums. There are loads of them. Google museums in London and pick out which ones sound most interesting. Personally I really like the V&A. 
  • Music. One of my favorite things about living here has been seeing amazing live music on the reg, whether it’s the London Philharmonia playing fifty years of James Bond themes or Chris Cornell playing acoustic Led Zeppelin with Jimmy Page right there in the audience at Royal Albert Hall. Check Time Out London or whatever and see if any of your favorites are playing while you’re here.
  • Theatre. Honestly I wouldn’t bother with more than one West End show. Big budget theatre is flashy and fun but it’s really expensive and you can see great theatre for way less money. Example: Go be a groundling at the Globe. It’s a theatre experience like no other and it only costs five quid. Even if the show sucks (which isn’t likely) it’ll still be totally worth it.
  • Parks. London has a lot of big open green spaces and as boring as that sounds it’s actually nice. Spend a whole day wandering Hyde Park. It’s worth it. 
  • Pubs. I don’t know if you’re a drinker, but if you are there are a million and one fantastic pubs around London. If you like wine, hit up Gordon’s and the Cork & Bottle. Get a drink on the terrace somewhere on South Bank and have a nice view of the river while you sip your stuff.
  • Bookstores! So many! Hit up Foyle’s and Persephone and Daunt Books and all the others! London is a very literary city. Go to book readings and signings and goofy bookstore events. Go to the Booker Prize reading if you can. Reading is usually a solitary activity but here it’s a social one, too.
  • Day trips. The UK is small. Hop on a train. Take a day or a weekend and go see another city or just something a little off the beaten trail. Go see the Greenwich observatory. Go traipse around Stratford for the day. 

Hope this helps! Have all the fun.

Diabolik Lovers Dark Fate: Sakamaki Shuu (Dark Prologue)

Yui: Beyond this point is the demon world, right…..

(If I go on my own I wonder if Shuu-san will be mad. But…)

Yui: Ah…!

(As I thought….I have to go. Being on my own makes me anxious, I want to be by Shuu-san’s side)

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Feeling The Pressures - Xero

When you are feeling pressured to move the relationship to a more intimate level.

Rated: Fluff/Teen

Word Count: 1 856

You arrive at the dorm, ready to spend the evening with your boyfriend. When you knock on the door, you are immediately greeted by Jiho, who quickly embraces you in a hug and pecks your lips, “Baby…” He smiles down at you and grabs your hands to lead you down the hallway of the dorm. Along the way, you cross paths with Hyosang who is heading towards the living room with the rest of the members, “Hey, where are you two headed?” He asks, looking down at your hands clasped together. “To the bedroom,” He waits awkwardly while his hyung just blankly stares at the two of you, “Is that okay?” Hyosang glances between Jiho and the closed door to the bedroom, but hesitantly nods his head, “…Yeah, that’s okay.”

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#59. “Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay I’ll never leave you again.”//#78. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you."

Graduation day was finally here. And even though Malia never considered herself an overly emotional person, she couldn’t help but feel so much today.

And she thought a lot too. About people. Her friends, mostly. The people who mattered. Her pack.

“What are you think about?” Lydia asked Malia through the mirror, noticing the way her eyes would become deeper and more thoughtful at times.

“You know,” Malia started, feeling the heat radiating off the flat iron that Lydia was running through her hair on the back of her neck. “Everyone,” she said vaguely.

After so long, all of junior year and the beginning of senior year, she had thought it would be her and Stiles against the world after graduation. Things hadn’t worked out after the breakup. Even after Lydia was out of Eichen, even after Kira had come back, even after Theo and his pack had been taken care of. Even after the the pack had become one again. Even after everything.

She blinked the feeling of a tear away and focused on something else, like the pattern on Lydia’s bedding.

“Well,” Lydia said as she ran a hand through Malia’s hair and turned the flat iron off. “Don’t worry. We’ll never be far from each other,” she said, talking about the pack as well as the both of them.

“I know,” Malia said, offering a smile. But the truth was, she knew even though that strong relationships have been developed, not being in high school was guaranteed to put a hole through even the strongest ones.

As she stood up and brushed the front of the dress, upon another request from Lydia, she smiled a genuinely. Enough of these sad, pessimistic thoughts. She was done. She was graduating. No more high school math to torture her anymore. That was worth celebrating.


“We did it,” Kira said as she turned her head to look at all of her friends down the row, slightly bouncing up and down, smiling at the graduating pack. Scott, Malia, Lydia, and Stiles all returned a smile as they took their seats at the auditorium, waiting for the ceremony to begin.

Lydia sat on the edge, so she could get up to the stage easily; she was delivering her valedictorian speech. Then Malia, then Stiles, Scott, and Kira.

Stiles and Malia thought that they have definitely gotten over any serious awkwardness between them. Though neither of them could deny the slightly ever present and ever growing gap between them in the rare occasion that the pack forgets the unspoken seating chart and leave them to sit next to each other.

But they were friends, they guessed.

Malia made sure to lean a little closer to Lydia, often whispering something into her ear, commenting on the ceremony.

Stiles couldn’t care less about the seniors standing up to get their diplomas. He, frankly, only cared about one person getting it, Malia.

*No, not like that*, he thought. He liked to believe it was because he spent so many hours of his life helping her study to pass exams that led her here, but he knew better.

Even all the way now, even after everything, he knew it was more of her than him that led her here. She did it and beat all odds. Some seniors that have been human all their lives and didn’t spend half their time fighting evil creatures weren’t graduating but she was.


After the ceremony wrapped up, they were all in the hallway, each knowing that even though they would all see each other relatively soon, it wouldn’t be the same. They would be in college and starting their lives. In fact, Lydia was leaving in two days, Scott in a week, Kira in two.

The girls were engaged in a conversation, planning a summer vacation. They couldn’t wait until the holidays. Malia pretended to listen to the ramblings of beach getaways as she watched Stiles out of the corner of her eye as he talked to Scott. She couldn’t believe they would be separated by so much distance. They were best friends. You can’t be apart from the people you love.

He expressed happiness for Scott, grinning, laughing, and a light punch here and there as they talked about how he would be in college, studying to be a vet in two short, short weeks.

But Malia saw his disappointment. In himself, mostly. She knew that a lot of her friends couldn’t wait to leave and make some thing of themselves, Stiles included in that list. But he was going to stay in this small, yet very peculiar town.

“Okay,” Kira said, looking at her phone, swallowing. “I got to go now. My parents are finally letting me go get a few, final touches for my dorm,” she smiled. After a couple of hugs, Malia, Lydia, and Stiles waved Scott and Kira goodbye, knowing the next time they would see them would be Thanksgiving break. Or a beach, who knew?

Lydia looked on, with a somewhat pained look. But not pain for not seeing them, exactly. Malia knew she would miss them, but they would see each other soon. A look that expressed something Malia couldn’t put a finger on. “I have to go help her pick it out,” she said, running after them, her cap and gown swinging begin her. Pain for shopping being done without her.

“Lyd-” Malia started, but stopped, knowing there was no way to stop her.

Both of them watched the three of them walk off until they turned the corner, disappearing from the hall. Malia silently cursed Lydia. She made her and Kira promise they would never leave her alone with Stiles.

“I-I’m going to go too,” Malia said, slowly turning to Stiles, not yet meeting his gaze. She started to walk to the direction everyone else left, but she felt his wrist on her hand. Her eyes followed his arm all the way up to his eyes.

“I-I need to talk to you,” Stiles said, stumbling over his words like Malia had. “I need to do this now,” he said, not knowing if they would get to see each other alone for a while.

“Okay,” Malia said nervously, pulling her hand away and taking a step back.

Stiles took a deep breath, swallowing his pride. “I’m sorry,” he said. Those words had not seen the light of day for ages.

“For what?” Malia asked, about to say he didn’t need to pay her the dollar he had borrowed last week.

“For everything,” he said. This was hard. Apologizing and confessing his wrongdoings to others was not his forte. “I’m sorry I was being a crappy boyfriend. I’m sorry I didn’t help with your mom. Im sorry I left you on your own in math. I’m sorry for not being there. I’m sorry,” he said, looking into her eyes, searching for forgiveness. “For everything.”

Malia stared in confusion, taken back by this. Stiles didn’t do this often.

“It’s okay,” Malia said, offering him the awkward-yet-somewhat-friendly smile both of them had become so familiar with. “I guess I’ll see you around,” she said, planning to go catch up to Scott, Kira, and Lydia before they left.

Stiles sighed, not really knowing if he wanted to go on. “Do you forgive me?”

Malia furrowed her eyebrows together. “I told you, it’s okay,” she said, confused on why he didn’t get that as her forgiveness.

“But do you forgive me?” Stiles asked again, feeling the need to make sure Malia forgave him.

“Yes,” Malia nodded, turning around, beginning to walk down the hall and away from Stiles.

“But do you really-” Stiles called after her but then stopping himself. Why did he even care that much? Most of the times he never apologized to anyone. Things just seemed to work out. Why did he need this from Malia?

Malia turned back around. “Why do you care?” Malia asked, conscious that now she had crossed the strict, acquaintance-banter they had engaged in for the past months.

Stiles swallowed, again doubting himself on why he cared so much. “It’s nothing. Never mind,” he said, dismissing the thought.

“It’s something,” Malia said, crossing her arms.

Stiles debated if he wanted to tell her. He took a deep breath, while she watched the late afternoon light wash over her, lightening her hair, and giving her a heavenly glow. It’s now or never. “I just want you to forgive me,” he confessed.

“I do,” Malia half-lied.

“No, you don’t,” Stiles said, defeatedly taking a seat on the stairs. “I just don’t want you to go a world away from m-here and still have this… this weirdness, awkwardness, tension, whatever,” he said.

“I’m telling you, I forgive you,” Malia said, every second making the half-lie she said a second ago a full truth. She thought for a second as she saw Stiles sitting down on the stairs, the warm light, filling the room from the windows above the stairs.

Stiles nodded, sighing of relief.

Malia still stood a couple of feet away from him.

Neither of them made a move to leave for some reason. Some sort of bond refusing to break forever.

She walked over to him and sat on the stairs next to him. He looked to her and a hint of nostalgia settled inside of him.

They found comfort in each other, something they both desperately needed, but denied from themselves.

Malia thought about why Stiles cared for her forgiveness after so long.

“Thanks,” Malia broke the silence after a little while.

Stiles raised an eyebrow. “What for?”

“I couldn’t have done this without you,” she said, touching her diploma.

Stiles smiled at her. “You could have done that without me. You can do anything without me,” Stiles said sadly, another wave of bittersweet nostalgia washing over him, remembering the countless nights Malia had kept him up, questioning human etiquette and endless afternoons of studying at his house. “Or without anyone,” he added so it wouldn’t be too awkward.

Malia shrugged, not really wanting to convince Stiles of the fact that he had been a big part of her not only becoming human again, but also for being a part of who she is now. He knew.

“Stiles,” Malia said, a tone of slight panic in her voice.

“Yeah?” Stiles said turning to check if she was okay.

“We’re not going to see each other until Thanksgiving,” she said, coming to the realization that this was it.

Stiles didn’t answer. He looked at his lap, knowing that she would go far away from him and probably even bring some other boy home for Thanksgiving.

Malia set her hands on his shoulders, pulling him closer to her, pressing a kiss to his lips.

She pulled away, almost abruptly. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you,” she said the distress in her voice coming through.

Stiles didn’t think so. But like most things they felt or thought, they kept it to themselves.

Malia, stood up, brushing the non-existent dirt off her gown, and straightened the cap on her head. “I’m sorry,” Malia said again, noticing how unlike her she sounded.

“Malia,” Stiles said, standing up. He took a breath to say something… meaningful for the both of them. But the barrier that had blocked them from each other stood tall and proud, winning again. “I-um… I’ll miss you,” he said awkwardly, not sure if he should go for a hug or a handshake.

Malia didn’t move, listening to an audacious thought running through her head. “Tell me to go and I will,“ she said, pausing to make sure she wanted to continue. “But if you ask me to stay I’ll never leave you again,” she finished, picking her head up to look at him.

The first words spilled out almost by accident. They sounded like an accident. She didn’t mean to say something as bold as that. But the last few were spoken with a sense of knowing what Stiles’ answer would be.

Stiles said it as soon as she was done speaking. “Stay.”

seersuckerforbowties  asked:

What are some things you should and shouldn't bring to college? (Besides like the obvious things)

Here are some good things to bring and not to bring:

Do bring:

  • Lots of socks. That sounds weird, but I definitely did not bring enough socks to college (and I wear tennis shoes every day). It can be annoying if you don’t have enough and are slacking on laundry. So for my sophomore I brought a ton, and it’s been really nice!
  • Quarters. If you are living in a dorm freshman year, you will most likely have to use quarters to do your laundry, I remember coming home for Thanksgiving break and collecting any quarter I could find in the house to use for laundry! A laundry bag or basket is so important too. 
  • A shower caddy and shower shoes. This is something that is essential, but I think some people forget. Nail polish remover/cotton balls is another one of those things that seems obvious, but I always forget to bring. Towel wraps are awesome for the dorm too!! 
  • Cleaning supplies. A broom/vacuum cleaner, trash bags, mirror cleaner, cleaning wipes, etc. you’ll want to keep your room clean, so definitely pack those kinds of things! 
  • A step stool. If you are short like me, having a step stool is great for getting onto a lofted bed or reaching something way up in your closet.
  • Hanging clothes hanger trees. They save a ton of room in your closet. I also like those thin velvet hangers.
  • Headphones, an extra phone charger, a portable battery charger, earplugs. An extension cord is very useful too if you want to charge your phone and computer from bed comfortably. 
  • A waterbottle. I didnt get a nice plastic water bottle until this year, but I carry it everywhere and I really like it. It’s much easier than buying those huge packs of water bottles because they run out quickly and are heavy to bring up to your room. Having a reusable water bottle to just throw in your backpack is easy, and cheaper. 
  • Plastic drawers. These are a life saver. It’s awesome to loft your bed, and put plastic drawers under. They are great for tshirts, leggings, etc.
  • Stationary. I am a huge thank-you note, letter writer, so for me, having stationary and stamps at college was a great thing to have.
  • Healthy snacks. If you don’t keep healthy snacks in your room, you’ll be more tempted to go pick up some fast food or hit the vending machine. Having a variety of healthy/semi-healthy snacks in your room is great and will help you stay healthy in college. 
  • Wash clothes. This sounds weird, but for me, they are so important. It’s not good for your skin to use the same wash cloth every day to wash your face. I brought 5-8 with me to college, and use a new one every day or two! 
  • Rain coat, umbrella, rain boots. It will rain in college, and you do not want to walk all around campus in the pouring rain without these things. I have forgotten to bring an umbrella for these past two years, but I am definitely going to bring one next year! 
  • Storage bags. These will be great for weekend trips, bringing things to/from home during breaks, packing at the end of the year, general storage. I have a lot of those reusable plastic foldable bags (from Vineyard vines, lulu lemon, central market, lilly pulitzer). They are great to have, especially during breaks. 
  • Drying rack. I had one freshman year, and absolutely loved it. There are some things you don’t want to just throw it in the dorm drier or don’t want to shrink, so having a drying rack can be great. Oh- and steamers are great too. There are much smaller and faster to use than an ironing board. I would definitely recommend having one. I have one and I share it with my three roommates right now, and we love it. 

Don’t bring:

  • Don’t bring a crazy amount of clothes. I literally had a uhaul my freshman year (no joke) of clothes, stuff, etc. When I got to my dorm, I realized I definitely didnt have enough room for all of it. Also, I didnt have the opportunity to wear all my ‘cute clothes’ and shoes as frequently as I did back home. If you are in a dorm, your closet will most likely be tiny. I recommend going through your closet before packing and thinking about what you will really need, and what you haven’t even worn in the past year.  Making a list when packing can really help like ‘10 nike shorts’, ‘5 nice dresses’, ‘3 pairs of jeans’, etc. Also, try to pack seasonally. For example, when I head off to college at the end of each summer, I only pack summer clothes and just a few fallish things. When I come home fro thanksgiving, I bring my summer clothes home and swap it out with my winter and fall pieces/shoes. Trying to fit an entire year of clothes in your closet just isn’t ideal and can be make you feel disorganized. 
  • Don’t buy your textbooks before class starts. You may get the class and find out that professor doesn’t recommend getting a textbook or that you may want to drop that class. I get my books a week/week and a half after classes start because they are very, very expensive and you want to make sure you are spending your money on the right things. 
  • Anything big your roommate is bringing too. If your roomie is bringing a microwave,  you don’t need to bring one. Offer to get the fridge, and you can share. You can also share things like cleaning supplies, a tv, step stools, and foutons/chairs. 
  • Lots of books. I am a big reader, but I sadly don’t have time to read in college like I get to at home. Bring a book or two if you enjoy reading, but I would not bring more than 2 or 3 because they do take up space and you won’t get to use them much. 
  • Highschool shirts/etc. it’s okay to bring a tshirt or two from high school, but I would recommend not packing a lot of those sort of things. You will get a ton of tshirt and stuff in college, and you won’t get much use out of tshirts that have your high school on them (you’ll definitely want to rep your college and things like that!). 

Hope that could help!! Sorry that was SUPER long, but I get asked this so frequently that I figured I should finally answer it in detail :)