it's a crime they never kissed

FIC: Miracles and Storms (Otayuri pre-slash)

This was meant to be a 5 Times Otabek Kissed Yuri and the 1 Time Yuri Kissed Him fic, but I’ve been such a slouch in the writing department lately. I doubt I’ll ever finish it, although you never know!

I decided to post the first part (”forehead kiss”), which can stand on its own, so here y’all go:


“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” Yuri mumbles into the thing he’s lying on. He’s almost positive he’s still in the bathroom stall, so it might be the toilet seat. With his luck it’s the floor. It doesn’t matter, not when it’s so cool against his burning cheek that it’s completely worth every strain of hepatitis he’s getting from it. “I’m here to win a gold medal and fight crime.”

“Yakov is looking for you.”

“Tell him I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Victor and Katsuki are looking for you, too.”

“Tell them I’m dead.”

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Morning Conquests

Note: This fic is the follow-up to Late Night Desires. Thank you all for reading and leaving kind notes on the first part!

As always, a huge thanks goes out to my dear friends @skittle479 and @larkistin.

Rafael had given you one of his shirts to sleep in. He also offered a pair of sweatpants, but since the waist would have been significantly loose, and you still wanted to make an impression, you opted to forego the bottoms and stayed in your panties.

The shirt he gave you had a Harvard logo on it, so he must have had it for a while. You breathed in Rafael’s scent, permanently ingrained in the shirt by now. The pleasant aroma attributed to the difficulty of waiting until morning to see, to touch, Rafael again.

And his bed! The peacock of a lawyer sure knew how to assemble a lavish bed set. Based on their crisp texture, the bed sheets had been recently ironed and starched. A man who cared about clean, pressed laundry was a turn on all on its own.

When you crawled into the bed, you were surprised to find yourself sinking into the mattress slightly more than you expected. Apparently his firm presentation did not extend to all aspects of his comfort zone.

Sleep found you soon after you built a cocoon for yourself in Rafael’s bed, his scent aiding in a peaceful slumber.

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  • people: you've never smoked?? never been kissed??? have never been drunk?? you're such a precious innocent sunflower! we need to change that.
  • me: *under my breath* being an old soul isn't a crime. and it's not a flaw. waiting for the right person is not a bad choice. IM NOT A SUNFLOWER.
A-Z of Psycho Pass

A-  Abs. Kogami’s motherfucking abs.

B- Bad ass bitch akane.


D- Denial (I’m telling you, Kagari isn’t dead.)

E- E-books lack character.

F- Fucking kiss already (Kogami and Ginoza)

G- “Gimme a break… this bites.”

H- Hunting dogs.

I- “If the Sibyl system doesn’t bitch about it, its not a crime.”

J- Jelly beans.


L- ‘Let me tell you how much I like dogs’ - A book by Nobuchika Ginoza.

M- My favourite breed of dog is Kogami.

N- ‘Never too late to have a drink’ Masoaka at some point probably.

O- ‘Ouch’ -Gino when losing his arm bc he’s not gonna show emotions. That heartless bitch

P- #PrayForGinoza.

Q- Quit telling me that Kagari is dead..

R- Rest in peace Kagari.

S- Shut up he isn’t dead.

T- Titus Andronicus.

U- Unpopular emo kid Hinakawa I think he’s so sweet tbh

V- Victims of the sibyl system. Lol you died coz of a bunch of brains

W- What colour?

X- XJHBFHGRHREGB. it makes no sense, just like Kagari’s death.

Y- ‘Your eyes look just the same as mine, when I was young.


Norway Boyfriend Headcanons

-He is very shy and will never be the one to make the first move before you are dating, but he’s also very particular about people, so you can’t really make a first move either… To catch a Norway, your best bet would be to be his friend first without any ulterior motives. He never meets new people and wonders about a romantic relationship with them – he needs to be connected to a person before that thought will ever cross his mind

-If you are dating him, you are his best friend.

-He never says anything unless absolutely sure he wants to say it. He thinks everything through very carefully.

-Just because you’re in a relationship with him will not mean he will treat you any differently. If you are being an idiot, he will bluntly tell you this (he has a very low tolerance for idiocy).

-He thrives in silence and solitude, however with a significant other you will be the exception. He still would appreciate silence, but he will quietly enjoy your presence nearby as well.

-Please enjoy winter sport activities, this is when you will see him really come to life.

-Please enjoy hikes and being in the wilderness, this will also be when you see him really come to life. His laughter is a lot freer when he’s out in the trees or on the water or playing in the snow.

-He’s not very big on PDA, especially since he is so shy, but he won’t oppose to you taking his hand. He will blush as red as a strawberry in the summertime if you kiss him anywhere in public and make a show of being disgruntled, but he secretly enjoys it.

-Don’t take his lack of forwardness with you, even after you’re in an established relationship, as him to be uncaring, he just struggles with how to show it.

-You’ll see how much he loves you the most when you are alone. He will do little things for you, like make dinner, clean up, bring you hot chocolate and cookies while you’re reading/working, he’ll rub your feet while you watch TV together. He also loves to leave little love notes on post-its – nothing big or fancy, just little hearts or a “i <3 u” somewhere you’ll find them.

-He loves spending time with his significant other by curling up together under a shared blanket and reading (he loves to read fantasy and crime novels).

-His kisses are slow and incredibly intentional. He never kisses without reason, so when he holds your face in his hands and kisses you long and warm, he’s conveying to you how much you mean to him and how deep his love is. They are never hurried to passion, and he takes his time when it comes to that. His emotionalism is a low and steady burn.

-If you share a bed with him, he prefers to fall asleep untangled and free to move as he would (but he enjoys a good cuddle before sleeping). He likes knowing you’re nearby, but he often slips into nightmares when he’s constricted, even by you, someone he loves very much.

-He has an unexpected sense of humour. Be prepared to be pranked when there are others around (re: Denmark) who would be more likely to succumb to such childish actions – he will always look wide-eyed and innocent and deny he ever did anything, but it was him. He’ll chuckle about it hours later (or days) and finally admit it was him all along.

-He won’t always remember dates that are important to you, but the main ones will be ingrained in his memory (like birthdays and your anniversary). He doesn’t like to make a big deal out of things like that, but he will always remember to bring you flowers/small gift you’d appreciate and a heartfelt card.

-He doesn’t give you cards very often, but he will write lengthy, meaningful messages inside when he does.

-When he meets your friends and family for the first time, he doesn’t have a filter for alone with you vs meeting family; he won’t act any different. However, he has a quiet and polite personality, so he won’t say anything embarrassing. While your friends and family will be wary of him at first (he seems a bit strange, but they can’t put their fingers on it), they will appreciate how real he is right from the beginning.

-Your father will adore him, even if they have nothing in common.

-Your older relatives will also enjoy him immensely, he loves talking about the past and playing a good game of chess with someone who has a chance to best him.  


“It’s just a nug, Haylan.” A smile twisted her mouth, pulled by the sight of her friend’s expression. Almost ugly by how crooked it made her usual stiff lips bend.  It was a strange sight to see on the Herald’s face, this teasing grin of hers.
But…not unwelcome.”

A wonderful bust art from being a small winner in siriusdraws​‘s giveaway. Thank you girl <3 

America, hoist my skirt like a flag. America,
my father is illegally employed

right now & I want you to rate his
deportability on a scale from 1

to gone. I want you to rate my
fuckability on a scale from 1

to war bride. America, sue my wounds
for being superficial. America,

write to me by the bright of bare
bones. You can ghost the witness

and phantom the girl, but a body like this lives
past every place you tell it to die

in. A body like this remembers
the wound from which it grew.

There has never been a bullet
that remembers the bone. There

has never been lightning
that remembers the body

through which it grounds. America,
love me. Love me like a crime

that loves its evidence, America
you were born a murder with no body.

You were born a bloody stillborn
but we still kept the instructions you came

with. We still follow mouthprints
of smoke & blood. America, you kiss

like transcribing a bullethole. America,
this morning, my body was still

the shape of my body. This morning, two
white women on the Discovery channel proved

that all bodies fall at the same speed
in a vacuum. I wanted to fell them,

saw them from the screen with a steak knife,
but I am too busy teaching myself

to speak with no mouth, I am too busy
begging my skin to hold a new body,

America, please name me
before I am gone.

America, give me today to understand
how much there is to fear

Give me today.


dear america: let me keep my father, kristin chang

i’m really scared to post this poem. but i trust you with my words. now is the time to write. 


  • When Tom and Rachel’s eyes meet across the distance as they’re spreading the cure and you know this is the moment things are righted between them… Rachel’s ACTUAL face when she realises that he’s put her actions behind him. HER FRIKKEN SMILE. DEAD
  • His face when he realises she’s going - and that it cannot be undone because the president ordered it
  • His actual SEXY AS HELL grunt when she says, “no more guards”
  • The flirting that actually escalates with every second the scene progresses
  • Rachel’s very flirtatious body language - her slinky steps forward, the flicking of her hair, the way her fingers linger, the way THEIR EYES LINGER, BOTH their little smiles. WAAAHHHTTTT. JUST KISS ALREADY FFS
  • Juxtaposed with his body language which basically consists of nothing but staring at her the entire time
  • Using crime/pardon talk as actual foreplay
  • “Great dress by the way”. You just know he noticed the way she looked the minute she probably showed up at the inauguration. AMIRIGHT?
  • The low growl from his throat as he appraises her, followed by “you could have pulled it off.” WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE AND IS THE BUILDING AFLAME YET BECAUSE DAYEM THE SPARKAGE
  • And its the moment she realises that its ACTUAL flirting because they can’t look anywhere but at each other. SRSLY thought they were going to kiss at this point
  • HIs eyes NEVER leave her until their fingers lightly brush 
  • “When you get back, find me”. I feel like this is his way of saying, I’ll get my shit together, you get your shit together. Then we can get OUR shit together, together. YES PLEASE
  • Is it S3 yet because Rachel aint dead and this is just a way to keep her with the crew Tom
Film Noir Sentence Starters Pt. 2
  • "I don't mind if you don't like my manners, I don't like them myself."
  • "Such a lot of guns around town and so few brains!"
  • "Those are harsh words to throw at a man, especially when he's walking out of your bedroom."
  • "You know what he'll do when he comes back? Beat my teeth out, then kick me in the stomach for mumbling."
  • "I assume they have all the usual vices, besides those they've invented for themselves."
  • "Don't you know any better than to wake a man up at two o'clock in the afternoon?"
  • "What's the matter? Haven't you ever seen a gun before? What do you want me to do, count three like they do in the movies?"
  • "I don't know a lot about anything, but I know a little about practically everything."
  • "When a dame gets killed, she doesn't worry about how she looks."
  • "I must say, for a charming, intelligent girl, you certainly surrounded yourself with a remarkable collection of dopes."
  • "I'm not kind, I'm vicious. It's the secret of my charm."
  • "Murder is my favorite crime."
  • "I never have been and I never will be bound by anything I don't do of my own free will."
  • "Kiss me. The liar's kiss that says I love you, and means something else."
  • "You're one of those self-indulgent males who thinks about nothing but his clothes, his car, himself."
  • "Do you think you'd have done any different if you had known?"
  • "Do you always go around with no clothes on?"

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(Not picturedNever Never Part 1 & 2 by Colleen Hoover & Tarryn Fisher)
january horoscopes 2015
  • aries: there are things you will learn that they don't tell you about falling in love.
  • taurus: don't tell someone you love them if you can't mean what you said.
  • gemini: you will always be the person who fought like hell for it.
  • cancer: do not let people try to turn your sadness into something beautiful.
  • leo: you are not a reflection of those who can't love you.
  • virgo: just remember, it hurts until it doesn't.
  • libra: take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic.
  • scorpio: do not forget that your voice is like a sunrise if it made a sound.
  • sagittarius: don't let people romanticize your emotions.
  • capricorn: when you come back, love her like you used to. it's okay and she deserves it.
  • aquarius: let someone you care about kiss you because you taste like hope.
  • pisces: never keep someone in your life who has learned your past and now looks at you like a crime scene.
I Wanna Be Yours

I want you to write poems on my skin with your lips.
Trail kisses into where my collarbone dips. Send shivers down my spine.
Travel pass my hips.
Whisper in my ear “You’re mine.”
Let me steal your heart.
Even if its just for one night.
Because baby,
That’d be the ultimate crime.
-GA (via Yours Truly)

summing up speak now
  • sparks fly: sparkly dresses and hair flips and absolute magic
  • back to december: ?????? ow?????? my heart?????? wtf????
  • speak now: meh meh meh
  • dear john: how does someone so young write such beautiful fuckin lyrics....fireworks too omf
  • mean: a TRU anthem
  • the story of us: relating to this so so hard...never heard silence quite this loud...simply a beautiful lyric
  • never grow up: such a pretty song?? the guitar picking is so pretty?? but who are u talking about taylor...sometimes i think its u and sometimes a strange baby
  • better than revenge: a jam but we don't talk about it anymore
  • innocent: so incredibly underrated........
  • haunted: one of the BEST taylor songs, great style great instrumentation incredible vocals I love it
  • last kiss: FML!!!!!!!!! one of those...slide down ur door...sob on the floor in a big comfy jumper songs
  • long live: for us!!!! really gorgeous lyrics!!!

whispersatwhylahfalls-deactivat  asked:

Do an one shot where Fitz gets olivia a dog on his last day in office! :)

For gladiatoringoldglitter

Mellie took off to California almost as soon as the results were called. Andrew soon followed. Fitz supposed being the wife of a Governor of California for the second time would fit her nicely. He got the divorce papers a few days before Thanksgiving. 

For a couple of weeks, the White House felt like one of those quiet abandoned houses you’d find in a dying city. Most of the administrative staff had already found other positions throughout Washington in the weeks leading up to the Inauguration of Sally Langston. Cyrus railed against the dangers of that woman having access to the nukes before he got his cushy job at Harvard and left before the Holidays. 

Maybe he should have been more concerned about the zealot who hears voices in her head being in control of the most powerful army in the world. But mostly he was thinking about dogs. 

He missed Hank.

Mellie said Teddy needed the dog so Fitz sent him on his way back to California. He missed having Hank sleep at the foot of Jerry’s bed with him. He missed seeing his tail wag in excitement when he’d see him. He missed the slobbery licks he would get in the face when he pet him. 

Fitz gritted his teeth through the Inauguration Ceremony, plastering on a false smile and promising himself that was the last time he’d ever wear it. Tradition said that he’d fly off from the south lawn of the White House, but he broke with it. He had the limo drive to a run down part of D.C. He couldn’t believe that the shelter was still opened today, it seemed everything else in the city closed for the changing of the Presidents.

He walked down the line of cages with the dozens of yapping dogs making their presence known. She didn’t make too much noise, but as soon as he saw her big brown eyes, he knew she was the one. He listened to all the care instructions for her very carefully as he held her. She squirmed in his arms, straining to lick him. 

They got stuck in traffic waiting for the Presidential parade to go by, which amused Fitz for some reason. When he finally found himself in front of her door, he hesitated a moment before he knocked. While the first campaign brought them together, this last one practically tore them apart. He still didn’t know quite where he stood with her, what she wanted and if he could ever really provide it. 

He finally found the courage to knock. Olivia opened the security window and although she looked surprised, she didn’t hesitate to open the door. Her mouth dropped a little when she saw the mostly white and tan mop of a dog in his hands. “What’s this?”

“I think it’s some kind of mix between a Shih Tzu and a Yorkie,” he answered as he handed it to her while he took off his coat. The little dog barked happily and looked like she wanted to kiss Olivia’s face. A beautiful smile spread across Liv’s face and she actually laughed. It seemed like ages since he heard her laugh.

“Did you actually get me a dog? I can’t take care of a dog. I can’t even take care of a plant.” The words coming from her mouth were very practical, but he knew she was already gone. Her eyes never left the dog’s as she vigorously ran her fingers through its hair.

“Well, she’s small. You can easily fit her into one of your big purses as you traipse around crime scenes and through a horde of media.” He walked up to them and started petting the dog himself, his fingers tangling with Olivia’s. “Or I can take care of her; we could both be waiting for you when you get home.”  He looked her in the eye, hoping to find the connection they had always shared. “Vermont, D.C., anywhere in the world you want to call home, Olivia.”

He saw a little moment of fear in her eyes and steeled himself for rejection.  “This doesn’t change everything. We still have problems.”

“Yes, we still have problems,” he acknowledged. “But I love you. And you love me. And I think the problems are worth working through, don’t you?”

She studied him for awhile before she slowly nodded her head, a slow grin spreading across her face. She touched the side of his face as her lips gently traced his before he deepened the kiss. The dog suddenly jumped up and licked their faces. They both laughed. “Well, I hope you know how to potty train this thing, because I haven’t got a clue, Fitz.”

“Don’t worry, I got all the instructions. We’re going to be good, Olivia,” he assured her.

“We’re going to be good,” Olivia repeated as she petted her new dog standing next to the man she loved.