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red through me

belated birthday ficlet for @nicaforov​, who requested “i want to kiss you” for kic-verse viktuuri :) hope u like it i lov u long time!!! 

There are several things Victor could have said.

He could have said, “That color suits you.”

Or perhaps something that makes conversation, something like, “Nice, what will you wear with that?”

Or maybe even just, “You look really good, wow, amazing,” and he could have left it at that.

Victor has several options here, but the one he chooses is apparently the big red button in the corner of his mind labelled ‘DO NOT TOUCH—PRESS FOR REGRETS’ because here he is, reaching up to skim the back of his knuckle against the freshly applied lipstick on Yuuri’s mouth and blurting out,

“I want to kiss you.”

Yuuri freezes. Victor’s mind short-circuits.

(From the corner of his eye, he can see a pair of interns entering the HMC closet and then immediately exiting when the words leave his mouth.)

No one moves for so long that the motion detector sensors prompt the lights to turn off, plunging them in darkness and surrounding them in shapeless racks of clothing.

And that’s, well. That does it for Victor. His hand jerks erratically, flying to the scarf around his neck as if to readjust it, as if it weren’t hanging perfectly already. The lights turn on, and Victor gets a quick glimpse of Yuuri staring at him with wide eyes and parted lips—full, dripping red, utterly kissable, completely untouchable—before he screws his eyes shut.

Darkness again, so that maybe Yuuri can leave before he continues to make a fool of himself.

Breathing through his nose, he counts a full three Mississippi’s before saying quietly, “Please excuse my words. They were hardly appropriate, and I understand if you’d prefer to take your leave for the rest of the day, or the week, even, and you’d be fully compensated for—“

He cuts himself off when he feels something soft brush against his lips.

This time, he’s quick to react. He presses forward, pushing their mouths together again. And again. He cups Yuuri’s jaw, traces a thumb back and forth on his jawline. A hand slips into his hair and pulls, not that hard but enough to make him gasp a bit, and then a tongue is slipping into his mouth.

Victor’s not sure if his mind has short-circuited again, or if maybe it never recovered from earlier. All he knows, all he feels, is Yuuri—licking into his mouth, pushing him against the shelf of handbags behind him, slipping a hand underneath his shirt to press hotly on the muscle of his abdomen.

There are small details, too, that he registers faintly. Like the sound of a tube of lipstick dropping to the floor and rolling away, and how Yuuri tastes like coffee but smells like tea, and also how he’s relieved microfiber doesn’t wrinkle.

He says that last part out loud probably, while Yuuri has ducked down to mouth at his neck, because suddenly Yuuri’s pulling away to give him a look of utter disbelief. His lips are wet, lightly bruised from kissing, and covered in a messy smear of Dior Rouge around his mouth.

Victor’s sure he looks the same, but he laughs anyway. “You look incredible.”

Yuuri blushes, but his mouth twitches. Victor wants to paint him in every shade of red imaginable.  “You have never looked better,” he says, smiling and serious.

Happy Tongue Out Tuesday everyone!

Strange Bathfellows

Title: Strange Bathfellows
Author: @bixgirl1
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 27,700 Approx.  
Summary: It started with a bath. Or a potions accident. Or maybe it started before that, but who can tell anymore. // Featuring: Uncomfortable wanking, more comfortable wanking, mutual wanking, bath sharing, inappropriate betting, secret shagging, those secrets at Hogwarts that everyone knows, and oblivious Harry who knows one thing: he’s falling in love.

This story is just so cool. Just look at what it features! :D

It starts with a Potions accident. A badly-brewed Potion is spilled onto Harry and Draco’s crotches (I KNOW!) and now they must follow this treatment (which includes baths) in order for their dicks not to fall off – true story! They must take this bath together for half an hour every day and then rub some lotion. It’s actually rather brilliant, and every bit as much fun (and mortifying at the beginning) as you can imagine. Naturally one things leads to another and soon they come to an agreement that turns to more, at least on Harry’s side. ;)

serenitymoon3  asked:

Hi ! I love your blog <3 I have a question Do you think Levihan will be canon ? Thank you

Are you telling me they are not canon?!!

Ok..ok.. All jokes aside. Honestly? I always keep in mind despite the many times I joked about how married Levihan is, there is a big big chance of it not happening. I mean, it’s not that kind of manga, you know. The way I see it, Levihan doesn’t need a confirmation that they’re canon. The relationship is there. I want to include all the visuals to support it but I think we Levihans know what I’m referring to. The time when Hanji interpreted Levi’s words to Eren. The time when Levi helped boost Hanji’s morale after Pastor Nick died. Or when they were standing back to back and finishing each other’s sentences and other good moments. So I have that canon material to hold on to. They may not be romantically involved but platonic relationship is good too. And in this case, it’s a good strong platonic with benefits.

Once again, if you mean will Levihan be canon as in will they live happily ever after, I highly doubt so. I believe more people will die in this manga including one half of my ship and it’s going to be an unsatisfactory end because a lot of questions will be left unanswered and my fave didn’t make it till the end. As expected of Yams!

*In Justin Beiber voice* Is It too late now to read Homestuck?

me: haha i’m not an english major, i’m a Translator! got it? T-R-A-N-S-L-A-T-O-R english teachers got nothing on me!! i’m out!!

a prof/an employer: we need you to translate this thing



finally got my net working! shiny and new desktop computer, here we are. ready to ROLL. sorta. all that’s left to do is move a bunch of my icons over!!! which definitely feels like a tomorrow job. tomorrow?? look out everyone cuz i am back in town and good to go

so…………….. it turns out i have an art blog™️

Yep! You read that right! 

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Like, I know that there was never really a chance of me being rejected from a university I applied to, but it’s still such a relief to get that acceptance. Up until now, it’s still felt like a dream I couldn’t quite reach.

When I had to go on medical leave because my health was too bad to return to my university, I was absolutely heartbroken and, after so long of fighting to get healthier, I didn’t know if I would ever be able to go back. It just kind of felt like life was passing me by while my body was holding me back.

But, like, this is real. It’s happening now. I’m not bed bound anymore and I’m well enough that my medications have started to be lowered. I have great days where I’m just so happy and, a year ago, I never thought that would ever be a reality. In another year, I’ll be well enough that I won’t need any medications to be able to function normally and years of damage to my body will have been nearly repaired. While the trauma’s still going to take a long time to work through, I’ve come so far that I’m actually hopeful about the future and I’m so proud of how far I’ve come.

It’s a little silly, but just that little letter has made me feel like my life is mine again. In two years, I’ve become such a different person. I never would have believed I could have come this far and reclaimed my life. There’s still a long way to go, but I know I can make it. When I was younger, a very near and dear dream was to be able to go on a walk whenever I wanted, wherever I wanted, for however long I wanted. That was mostly because I never thought I would be able to do that. My health made that seem more like a dream than something that could actually be done. But here I am. I’ve done that. I’m going to keep doing that.

God, this really does feel like a dream, haha. I used to be this pathetic little girl who got sick at the drop of a hat and was too terrified of the world to even go into her backyard by herself. I’d get shuffled around between doctors that didn’t know what to do and I would just be so ashamed that I wasn’t “right.” But here I am. I’ve grown into someone who is charismatic, hopeful, and confident enough to stand on my own. I’ll still have bad days, I know that, but god am I better now. I can’t wait to see what kind of person I’ll be in another two years, haha.

And there’s always the chance that my pain will never fully go away and that I’ll never fully be able to overcome the anxiety or depression. I know that. I’ve known for a very long time that there aren’t any proper cures for my condition. But even now I’m proud of who I am and what I’ve done. What I can do. What I will be able to do.

It’s never been the idea that tomorrow will be better. Just that things will get better. It took so many years, but things have gotten better. They’re not perfect, but they’re better. I’ve lost a lot, but I’ve become stronger. I’ve learned how to live and thrive through those losses. I’ve survived so long that I know I’ll continue to do so. And I’m not just going to survive-I’m going to thrive.