For some reason my mom still thinks I’m in the closet about my sexuality and gender stuff and thinks that’s why I have anxiety/health issues and it’s like GOOD MORNING MOTHER VAGABOND I AM WAY TOO GODDAMN OLD TO BE IN THE CLOSET WTF THAT’S A FIRE HAZARD I AM NOT ABOUT TO PISS OFF THE FIRE MARSHALL hello??
If you have parents that support you, that encourage you, that are proud of you, that understand your hobbies, that see you as their child, even if you’re 15 or 35, that hug you and that actually act like a parent… you’re lucky.
Okay, so first off - I’m having a lot of trouble knowing that they can’t have smart, attractive sarcastic babies together. Like they should just adopt Kiyoko and have done with it. Please stop me
But I was just - well, I was thinking about them showering together? So, okay, picture this with me:
Akaashi’s had a very hard, exhausting day, right? He just wants a hot shower, maybe some tea, and then bed.
So Kuroo’s watching him dragging his feet all the way to the bathroom, and he hates the idea that Akaashi would end his day feeling like that - that being the last thing he feels before falling asleep. As if he’s gonna let that happen. Goes into the bathroom, and the water’s already running. So he strips down, says something to announce his presence - because he knows Akaashi’s kinda stuck in his head just then - asks him if he’s okay, or how his day went. Then carefully pulls the curtain open and steps into the shower. Wraps his arms around Akaashi before he can even get out a groan. Just stands there with him for a bit, until he feels Akaashi relaxing a little - rubs circles into the small of his back, kisses his forehead, just lets him stay there as long as he wants. Massages shampoo into his hair and smiles brightly at him whenever their eyes meet, talks about something stupid to distract him. Once his mood’s improved a bit, Kuroo starts screwing around with him until he manages to coax a laugh or two out of him (probably an “idiot!” or two as well, oop). Akaashi kisses him a bit, they finish washing and wrap themselves in fuzzy towels and have some tea together before falling into bed and wrapping themselves around each other and just… existing together until they fall asleep.
And Akaashi wakes up feeling so refreshed and actually able to take on the next day~
So I heard a noise in the other room and there’s a chance that it might be an intruder because I’m alone right now, but my bed is too comfortable to get off of to check. This is it. This is how I die and I’m okay with it. It’s fine. Remember me well. Also, hey, I’m Grant.
“How are you feeling tonight?” Luke asked you as you walked over to your bed where he was laying up against the pillows, shirtless and waiting for you under the covers.
You smiled, adjusting the tee shirt of his that you wore, shifting it so that it no longer hung off of your shoulder. “I’m okay,” you sighed, sliding between the sheets and laying down next to him. You laid your head down on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart as he ran his fingers through your hair.
“Tell me about your tattoos,” you said, feeling a soft laugh rumble through his chest.
“(Y/N), you’ve heard the stories a million times.”
“I know,” you shifted, laying an arm over his torso, “but one more time won’t hurt anything.”
“Fine,” Luke sighed as if he were being inconvenienced as he wrapped his arms around you.
okay no i’m not done because i’m pissed. they present such a distorted picture right now where they literally tell stalkers when and where to wait and then have niall tweet these strong messages. this is only creating an elitist environment where UAs can turn around and go “omg leave him alone” when they’re the ones who send these people on their way. why do you think it’s always the same fucking faces? i’m sick of this pretentious shit.
Every time I see one of those posts where people wonder what Harry Potter would have been like if Sirius hadn’t gone to Azkaban and had raised him instead, I smile a little, like I have a wonderful secret.