what even is my lip


Who can say what the heart wants? (inspired by @gentlesleaze​)

tae couldn’t stop looking at jin or touching his neck throughout the entire vlive can someone please collect them

Mileena Kahnum a.k.a. worst liar ever


this video is unlisted on youtube so enjoy 

You ever think of all of the circumstances that brought you and another person together? How intricate each of the events that led up to you meeting were? Every moment had to be exactly how it was for you two to be exactly how you are together.


Title: Maybe
Fandom: Shameless, Mickey/Ian
Rating: PG
Summary: I don’t fucking know. This just happened. It’s a continuation of the scene in 4x05 where Lip asks Mickey if he’s heard from Ian.

Lip’s not sure, really, what possesses him to turn back toward Mickey. He shouldn’t care, really, but something about the way Mickey had backed down so quickly and revealed his concern for Ian had gotten under Lip’s skin, and it makes Lip want to reassure him.

“You know, Mickey, I won’t tell anyone,” Lip insists. “I know you’re terrified of the world finding out, but you don’t have to worry about that with me.”

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Its crazy all my life I was teased by kids (black & white) for having full lips. Going into womanhood my lips are consistently sexualized as if they only exist for the purpose of pleasuring men…
I’ve never even considered my lips big…because compared to what/whom exactly? Lol this isn’t an entry or rant but just a self-appreciation post. I need more of those these days…

anonymous asked:

Can you do one where you take away Eric's virginity?

He looked nervous, way more nervous than I’ve ever seen him before. This was our first time alone ever and we were both nervous. I could see through his silly, little facade that he would always use to mask the real Eric from everyone.

I admired his face for a few more moments before deciding to speak.“Eric.” I look deep into his eyes, biting my lip, not really sure what to say next.
He breathed deeply, I could see his body language change from soft to very tense after the last syllable left my lips. “Yeah.” He tried to make himself sound less nervous than he really was. I had no idea what to say. I feel a wave wash over me, a wave of so many different emotions.
Instead of speaking I shuffle closer to his rested my head on his shoulder, cuddling into his arm. I could pretty much hear his heart from where I was sitting, it was sweet. “You’re such a dork.” I giggle.
He tries to hide the blush appearing on his cheeks, “Says you.” He deepens his voice quite obviously. I smile at his attempts to impress me and nuzzle the crease of his neck.

I interlock my fingers with his gentility and then wrapped my arm around his neck, pulling him in closer. He awkwardly places his hands on the back of my shoulders. I inhale his scent, he smelt like typical teenage boy mixed with hunny. I don’t know what had came over me, but I place my lips on his ear and gentility whisper, “kiss me.”

He gripped onto the fabric of my sweater and leaned in, our foreheads were touching then. I could feel him breathing heavily, his plump lips just a few inches away from mine. He filled each of my senses, and he got in closer and placed a soft kiss on my lips. Despite it being only a few seconds, that kiss felt like it lasted forever. I inhale sharply and place my hands on his chest, at first my intent was to stop the kiss by pushing him away, but it ended up just saying there. His hands drifted slowly down from my shoulder blades to my hips, he admired my shape and pulled me closer in.

I could feel him becoming more and more flustered by the second as he begins nuzzling my neck with delicate kisses. He slowly moves his soft lips against the skin of my collar bones, not kissing, he just ran them across and left a trail of his hot breath. The pace of my breathing quickened, as did his. It was as if my brain was set alight and the warmth spread across my entire body. I shudder as he nibbles my collar bones, I suppress my moans by tugging on the thin fabric of Eric’s shirt. He dances his fingers up from my waist to underneath my grey sweater. His hands were cold compared to the rest of his body. His chest was warm and comforting, I could have fell asleep in it, but his hands were icy cold and made goosebumps appear across my whole body, causing me to shiver. They travelled slowly up wards until they reached the thin fabric of my bra.

Eric looks me in the eyes as he was silently asking for permission to continue. A swirl of emotions stirred in my stomach: lust, desire, and love fought for dominance. I looked at him for a few seconds longer, pushing my lips against his. His lips were my salvation and torment. I didn’t reply with words, I just put my mouth back to his, sliding my tongue over his lower lip. He became more aggressive and threw me on top of him so I was straddling him. I didn’t want to waste time though, I went straight back to kissing him. His lips were so sweet. I felt so apart of him in that moment, as if he was a part of me that made me complete. His lips caressed mine ,they were softer than I could have ever imagined, he parted his lips and let out a small grunt as his hands went back to what they were doing before. He slips his hand under the thin fabric of my bra. His ice cold hands instantly began playing with my nipples, moving his thumbs in a circular motion around the small nubs. I couldn’t help but let out an audible moan, which just added to his sexual hunger.

He used both hands to feel my breasts and play with the sensitive pink nubs that he had now made hard. The only things keeping my moans quiet was his lips being pushed up against mine so violently. Everything had started so sweet and innocent but had turned rough and passionate. He didn’t ask, but he grabbed the rim of my sweater and pulled it over my head and mindlessly threw it to the floor. He immediately goes back to my lips, his tongue sided against mine.

I knew Eric was a virgin but the way he moved made me think he was experienced . The way he tore off my shirt, the he kissed me softly when I wanted him to and rough when I wanted it, the his hands cupped my breasts all made me think he knew what he was doing. He gently bit my lip, smirking while doing so.

I can feel him as he became hard underneath me. Every time he’d grab my breasts too hard or got too carried away with the making out, I’d subconsciously grind myself on him. Even though doing this made him grab me harder and kiss me rougher.

He undoes the button on my jeans, he looks up at me with a look that says ‘is this okay?’ Without actually speaking out loud. I nod and he proceeds. He gentility lifts me and places me on his bed so I was laying on my back. He steadily pulled down my jeans. He tucked two of his fingers into the waist band of my pants and slid them down. He was holding himself back at this point, I could tell by the look on his face. His eyes were staring directly at my crotch the entire time he was pulling down my pants, he bit his lip in anticipation. He tossed my pants off to the other side of the room and got on top of me. He lifted my legs so they were around his waist, and went straight to my neck. Not holding back this time, he nibbled each inch which caused me to moan uncontrollably. He covered my mouth with his left hand and looked at me with a serious look on his face.

“You have to be quiet, my parents are in.” His eyes were full of desire. I wanted him so badly, but I had to keep quiet. He licked and pecked at the sweet spot on my neck before finally moving his right hand downwards. He started at my cheek, down my neck, across my breasts, traveled down my stomach, until he finally reached my black lace panties. He continued to leave a trail of small hickies all over my neck and he still had his hand over my mouth. He placed his other hand on the fabric that covered my core. He moved his hand in a circular motion, causing my hips to buck a little bit. He slipped his hand under the fabric. I bit my lip, even though I could tell he had never done this before. He couldn’t stay in one place, he moved his fingers from the top to the bottoms, sometimes slightly brushing against my clit.

Although, Eric was inexperienced, so was I. I shuddered every time his fingers skimmed my clit, I would wince at every slick movement of his fingers, begging him to play with my clit more. I had never had anyone touch me there before, it was so new and I didn’t ever think it could feel that good.

Suddenly, Eric changed his focus. He kissed from my neck downwards. He nibbled across my collar bones, and didn’t stop making eye contact on his journey downwards. I could tell he was desperate now, he didn’t waist anytime. He quickly removed the underwear from me, tossing it aside with my pants and sweater. Eric earned a lusty moan as his tongue slid across me. My back arched and I covered my mouth, trying my best to suppress the moans. He threw my legs over his shoulders to give himself better access to my womanhood. He went back to work, flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves between my legs with his tongue. He inserted a finger as his muscle swirled around my swollen clit. I was trying to stop the moans, instead they came out as small winces and mewls. The movements of his tongue were sporadic and random, this was probably because of his inexperience. I shifted my hips, trying to get him to create a pattern to follow. Finally he got it, each way his tongue moved made me squeal in ecsacy. Each small touch he placed on me, filled my entire body with pleasure. My hips bucked, I grabbed his pillow that was next to me and covered my face with it. Lick after lick sent rapid impulse of pleasure through my body. It was as if I was drowning in a pool of euphoria, each wave that washed against my body was a wave of ecstasy. His finger pumped steadily in and out of me, making small clicking noises because of the wetness. My muscles began contracting with an intense feeling of bliss. My breathing became quick and sharp. Heat filled my body, along with immense pleasure, causing my hips to twitch and buck against Eric’s face. The knot in my stomach rapidly grew tighter and tighter, I tired to hole it in but I just couldn’t anymore. With a few final licks, an incredible sensation washed over my body. I felt a release of pleasure. I found myself almost screaming into Eric’s pillow as I climaxed.

I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest as I lay on his bed. I flung the pillow off my face back to its original position. I sit myself up and look at Eric in the eyes. He had a smug look on his face, like a little kid who had just won a sticker that said ‘first place’ on it. I rolled my eyes.
“I’m that good, huh?” He smirked.
“Shut up.” I said playfully, biting my lip.
Before I could even comprehend what was going on, Eric has removed his pants. He even contemplated taking off his shirt, but decided not to because of his chest dent. He pounced and had pinned me to his bed before I knew it. “It’s my turn now.”
I nod my head, complying with his instructions. It wasn’t even an instruction, it was more of a demand. The seriousness in his voice made it obvious he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

At first it was awkward. He didn’t really know how to move or position himself. Finally, he found a way to insert himself. He placed the tip of member at my entrance and looked me in the eyes, his arms were on each side of my head, his elbows sticking into the mattress. I could see the desperation in his eyes, but he went slowly. He moved his hips, pushing himself into me. At first it didn’t hurt at all. I felt it, but it didn’t hurt. For a moment, it felt like the people who said that losing your virginity hurt were complete bullshitters that just wanted to scare teens out of having sex but after he bucked in and out a few times I understood. I whimpered, nuzzling my head into the crease of his neck for comfort. His scent. His scent of hunny, now mixed with sweat. It was comforting, and made it easier knowing I would losing it to Eric. I had always been wary as to who I was going to lose it to, I was thankful it was Eric. The desire in his eyes was still there, but it was over shadowed by concern.
“Are you okay?” He whispers into my ear, he does it gently in attempts to console me.
I look up at him, I had pain written all over my face. Yes, it hurt, but it wasn’t unbearable. I loved him. I would do anything for him. I raised my lips up to his, sharing an almost innocent kiss with him for a few moments before nodding.

This signaled for him to start again. He was slow still, even though I could tell he wanted to go faster, yet he kept his pace slow and steady. He let out small moans, speeding up each time. My nails sunk into his back, trying to minimalism the pain. The pain did begin to fade after a while and I allowed him to go faster, He grunted and began moving quicker. Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt as much as it did when he was moving slowly. Eyyyy physics. He pumped in and out of me, his breathing was heavy. I kiss his cheek and neck, which made him pick up the pace. In between the grunts and moans I heard the occasional ‘fuck’ and ‘shit this feels so good’. I smile as he throws his beloved Rammstein shirt to the ground, and quickly resumed to penetrating me. I could feel his heart pounding, his breathing sharpened, his thrusts became irregular and sporadic.
“I love you, (y/n).” He moans into my ear, thrusting quick and hard, in and out of me.
The pain was still there, but those words made it go away. “I love you too, Eric.”
With that he climaxed and collapsed on top of me. It was nice, he just lay there for a few minutes. He was drenched in sweat  and sounded exhausted. He panted, as if he had just ran cross-country in the boiling summer heat. I kissed his for head.

He cuddled into me, placing sweet, loving kisses all across my face. “You’re a fucking goddess, you know that?” He smiled.
“Shut up, Reb.” I giggled, placing a sweet kiss on his lips.

Cheryl Blossom: Angel on fire

Request: Cheryl x reader: 1. I’m not weird, you’re just basic. 2. This is where you impress me, right? 3. Take notes, sweetheart. 4. I had a dream about you. 5. You’re the only thing left that’s important to me now. 6. You dont get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!

Notes: No more naughty Cheryl. At least for now. My lil redheaded cinnamon roll. Honestly, between Cheryl and Jughead, I don’t know who I love more. Yes, I kinda did use Stef and Lena from The Fosters. I couldn’t think of anyone else so yeah. I hope you guys like it!

Warning: The reader is going to be the sassy one, instead of Cheryl. Let Cherry bomb get a taste of her own medicine. Oooh and this is sort of going to take place after Cheryl found out about what Mr. Blossom did to Jason. Mentions of suicide.

*Flashback starts*

Reader’s POV

I roamed the halls of Riverdale high, literally trying to figure out what the actual fuck to do. I was busy trying to find the right track to listen to, when I bumped into someone. I looked up to see who it was. It was Cheryl Blossom, the ‘HBIC’. At least, that’s what she thought. You see, Cheryl thinks she has control over every person in this school. Boy was she in for a rude awakening. “Watch out next time,Cheryl. You don’t want to mess up expensive shoes, do you?” She scoffed “I’m surprised you even know what expensive actually means.” A bitter laugh escaped my lips. “Oh come on, darling. Did you forget that I live in the big white house next door to you? My moms are the living definition of expensive. You’re not the only rich bitch in Riverdale.” “Sure doesn’t look like it. What are you even wearing, anyway? Looks like you got that shirt from Old Navy.” “Oh yeah like every rich person likes Dolce & Cobana. In case you didn’t know there’s a store called Urban Outfitters. Unlike you, I actually have style.” “Yeah, your weird personality and clothing style really shows how rich you are.” “Hey, I’m not weird, you’re just basic. Walking around, like you’re the fucking queen. News flash, Cheryl, it’s 2017. This whole ‘Regina George’ attitude is irrelevant.” The anger was evident on her face. “I have not got time to deal with your..shenanigans. I have better things to do, than deal with you.” She said in disgust. “Suit yourself then. Bye, bye Cheryl. See ya round, honey.” She stormed away, leaving me in peace. Eventually, I was going to see her sooner, rather than later. Our parents had these joint dinners, where they talk about their success, and try to top each other. I was always forced to hang out with Cheryl. It’d just be an awkward silence between us. Since we weren’t really friends in school, or anywhere for that matter. I’d actually like to be her friend. But, she doesn’t like me very much. But, today it’s going to be different. I’m breaking down that wall, and going to at least try to get to know her. The real her. “Y/N, darling you really need to get dressed for dinner with The Blossoms. And for God’s sake don’t wear something you’d usually wear. Wear something pretty, please?” “Yes, mother of course.” I fake smiled. She nodded and I ran up to my room. I rummaged through my closet, and tried to find something preppy. I don’t own any dresses, so nude off the shoulder crop top and high waisted pants it is. I styled my hair in a simple ponytail, and did my makeup. When I decided I looked decent enough. I walked downstairs where my mom was waiting for me. “Where’s momma? She’s not coming?” “I’m right here, sweetie. Are you guys ready?” We both nodded and left. My parents were the most extra people you could ever meet. Instead of walking, we drove literally right next door. Once we got to the front door, we were greeted by The Blossoms. “Lena, Stefanie, how’re you guys doing?” Mrs. Blossom asked, as she hugged my mom. They talked, while Cheryl and I were to left ‘chat’.  We were both used to this, so we knew what to do. I followed Cheryl to her bedroom. “You know the rules, no talking, no staring, no nothing.” “Well, sorry to disappoint, But, I’m actually going to do what I came here for. Talk.” “Oh no, you don’t.” “Come on, Cheryl. I actually want to get to know you. The real you, not this whole ‘tough bitch’ front you put on. I promise, I’m not as bitchy as I seem.” I smiled in a hopeful manner. “Fine. But if you tell anyone about what happened in this room, I will murder you.” “Yeah yeah, whatever. Let’s start over, yeah? I’ll go first, hi I’m Y/N Valette. What’s your name?” “Cheryl Blossom. Nice to meet you Y/N.” “See, there ya go. It wasn’t that hard to be nice. Was it?” She chuckled. “No. Hey do you want to get out of here? Go to Pop’s maybe?” I was kind of surprised, but I said yes. “Sure, why not. We were going to be stuck here anyway.” So we headed to Pop’s chocklit shoppe. We caught a booth in the back, because all the ones upfront were taken. “This is where you impress me, right?” I asked jokingly. “Ah right. Excuse me, can I please get two large vanilla milkshakes?” She asked the pretty waitress. The waitress nodded and went to get our order. “I was joking, but thank you.” I smiled. “Yeah no problem.” The waitress came back with our milkshakes, but messed up our order. One chocolate, one vanilla. “Excuse me, but this is not vanilla. I simply asked for, not one, but TWO vanilla milkshakes. Does this look like vanilla to you?” She snapped. Poor girl, Cheryl scared her shitless. “Cheryl! No!” I looked at the waitress :Excuse my friend, I’m sorry. We ordered two vanilla milkshakes. Can you exchange this one for vanilla, please?”  The girl nearly ran off, because she was so afraid. “Take notes, sweetheart. Scaring people is not the way to go.” I said to Cheryl. “Sorry.” She mumbled. “I’m not the one you should apologize to.” I said sternly, while pointing towards the brunette haired girl. “I’m sorry for scaring you.” Cheryl said sincerely, while looking up at the waitress. She only nodded and walked away. “Um, I hope I don’t make this awkward, but I had a dream about you.” I smiled at the blushing girl. “Were you pouring pig blood on me, while I stood on stage at prom?” “Jesus, Y/N no. We were on a date. And I was happy.” “Kind of like now, huh?” Her cheeks were probably the same color as the lipstick she wore. “Y-you think this is a date?” She stuttered out. “I would like it to be. If that’s okay with you?” I replied shyly. “Oh of course! I mean uh yeah totally.” I laughed at her failed attempt to hide how excited she was. From that moment on, I realized how much I was going to be in love with the infamous redhead.

*Flashback ends*

(Present time)

After everyone found out what Mr. Blossom did to Jason. everything kind of went downhill for Cheryl. I mean her father killed himself, and burned down her house. If her mother didn’t like her before, then she definitely doesn’t like her now. Cheryl was in my bedroom, while I went to get food for us. It broke my heart to see her so depressed. I lost my shit when Archie told me she tried to commit suicide.. Ever since then she’s been staying with me. She told me she never wanted to step foot in that house again. And I understand why. “Y/N?” she said. “Yeah babe?” “I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re the only thing left that’s important to me now. I don’t have my brother anymore. I don’t even know where Grandma Blossom is. My mother thinks I’m a disgrace. My father is a murderer. What about me is so special, that makes you want to stay?” “Cheryl, what’s so special about you is how passionate you are about certain things. And how you’re so confident, and because I’ve known you since we were kids. I’m your friend and you’re girlfriend. And the day you asked me to be your girlfriend, I made a promise to you that I would always be here when you needed me the most. If you really thought that whatever is going on is going to make me stay away from you, then baby you thought wrong. I love you with everything I have and always will. What type of girlfriend would I be if I just gave up on you in your darkest times? A very bad one. I’m not going anywhere, you’re literally stuck with me for like ever.” I chuckled. For the first time in weeks, I’ve seen her smile. Which was the best thing I’ve ever did. There was knock on my door. “Come in.” My mom entered with Mrs. Blossom. “Really, mom?” I scolded my mom for letting her in. Penelope ignored me and marched right over to Cheryl. “We’re going home. Get all of your things, you’re never coming back here.” I was fuming by now.”What? No, you don’t get to touch her, not after what you did!” I yelled, standing in front of Cheryl. Penelope stepped closer to me and said “Who are you to tell me, what I can and can’t do with my daughter?” “Do you know what my moms do for a living? Lena is a fucking lawyer.  And Stef is a fucking cop. Do you really want to go there?” She contemplated for a minute. “Fine. But when things go South, don’t come running to me, Cheryl.” “Oh, you can fucking bet, this will be the last time you ever see me.” Penelope stormed out, while I turned to Cheryl. I smiled and pecked her lips. “You’re free of the Blossom curse, how does it feel?” I asked laughing. “Great, because I’ve got you.” She smiled.

Dear Journal,

This morning I woke up to Sirius sleeping. I smiled remembering what happened yesterday. We were married! I tickled Sirius’ cheek to wake him up. When his eyes opened, I kissed him softly on the lips.

“Goodmorning my husband..” I said.

“Goodmorning husby.. You look hot.” He smirked.

“You look hotter..” I giggled.

“I miss our son, can we go get him so he can cuddle us?” Sirius said with puppy eyes.

“I was about to say the same thing..” I smiled.

Sirius took the hotel phone and called James’ room so he could bring Teddy to us. Minutes later we heared a knock on the door.


The door opened and Teddy came rushing in, his arms open, ready for a hug. Sirius picked him up from the floor and gave him a big hug.

“Oh my Teddy bear I missed your cuddles!” He chuckled.

“Are you two still naked?” James asked, his hand on his eyes.

“No we’re not you idiot!” Sirius laughed.

“Okay okay. Well, you got your deliver, my job is done, goodbye!” James said, leaving the room with a salute.

“Dadda!” Teddy said, crawling in the sheets so he could hug me.

“Oh c'mere my baby!” I chuckled.

We spent the morning in the big bed, cuddled into eachother. We had breakfast together, looking over the beautiful Parisian city.

“Oh by the way, we have to take the plane tonight..” I said to Sirius.

“Where are you taking me for our honeymoon love?” Sirius smirked.

“I was thinking about.. maybe a beach house in Greece?” I said, smirking too.

Sirius’ mouth just dropped and he was frozen in place.

“Pads?” I asked, laughing.

“We’re not going to Greece..?”

“Actually we are!” I said, laughing even harder.

“You know how big of a Greek mythology geek I am right?” He asked.

“That’s why I chose Greece Honey..” I said.

“I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOUUUU!” He said, jumping in my arms.

“You’re happy?” I asked.

“I’m more than happy! I get to go on a honeymoon with my husband in Greece?! How better could it be?” Sirius said.

After he said that, we both looked at the small Teddy sitting in the giantic bed, alone. He was smiling to us, looking like an angel.

“We can’t leave him behind babe.. look at him..I would miss him way too much.. Look at how cute he is.. Would you mind if we took him with us? Babe just imagine him running around the beach?” Sirius said, pouting a bit.

“Would we be the first "Just Married” couple to take their baby boy on our honeymoon?“

I looked at him and he looked at me. We both looked at Teddy…

"Fuck it! He’s coming with us! We’ll put him in his crib earlier so we can have sex on the beach..” Sirius said.

“Sirius! Would you not say that in front of him!” I laughed.

“He doesn’t even know what it means babe c'mon!” Sirius laughed, kissing my lips lovingly.

“Well we should start packing because we’re leaving soon!” I said, running to the bed and tickling Teddy.

“You leavin?” Teddy said, pouting and looking at us with glossy eyes.

“No baby.. We could never leave you! C'mere my love..” I said, taking him in my arms.

“How would you like to go to Greece? We could talk about Athena and Aphrodite and Homer’s poems? Maybe?” Sirius said, looking at Teddy.

“What?” Teddy laughed.

“Well I need to teach you some Greek mythology my baby!” Sirius laughed.

We packed, said our goodbyes to our family and jumped in the plane heading to Greece.

I’ll write when we get there!

May 21st 1998

once more the blind Kageyama AU breaks my Heart
so here have some fluff
ngl tho bless @craziiwolf their AUs are a+

“No, Kageyama, that’s my hand.”

Kageyama fumbles, running his fingers across the spiker’s soft skin. Hinata stares up at Kageyama as he feels around to find his shoulder, surprised Kageyama’s touches were as gentle as they were.

The two of them are training. That’s what they’re calling it, but they both know it’s more like re-educating Kageyama on where parts of the body was, for example the shoulder. Kageyama had told Hinata he wanted to still be able to still give high fives, and hit Hinata on the court, and so Hinata had decided to help.

And now here they are, quietly sitting on the setter’s bed, Kageyama’s hand gently traveling up Hinata’s arm to his shoulder, and settling there.


Kageyama didn’t move his hand for a while, but as he begins to slowly move his hand forward, across the area where his shoulder met his neck, Hinata can feel himself start to burn with embarrassment. Kageyama’s hand was moving up against his cheek, and then -

“Where am I?”
“This is my cheek, Kageyama.”

Kageyama moves his hand gently over his face, then down to cup his chin slightly.

Hinata starts to wonder about the reasons for this ‘training’. Kageyama seems to know his way around Hinata perfectly fine. The setter thumbs at Hinata’s bottom lip, and Hinata wants to look away. Kageyama’s leaning in all of a sudden, and then their foreheads are touching and then their noses and then and then -

Kageyama totally misses.

It’s still endearing, though, a kiss on the corner of his lips. Hinata starts snickering, and then bursts into full out laughter as Kageyama leans back, confused.

“What happened. Where was I?!”
“You didn’t even kiss my lips, Bakageyama!”
“You missed!”
“Damn it - ”
“Stupid Kageyama, next time you want a kiss tell me!

Times like these, Hinata finds himself being grateful, if only for now, of Kageyama’s lack of sight. This way, Kageyama wouldn’t see the blush on his cheeks.

Crush Imagine #32

y/f/n = your friends name

y/g/f/n= your guy friends name

I stared at the text from y/c, as if I was trying to engrave it in my brain forever. Why had I agreed to go to a party with him, and sneak out of my house in the process? I quietly left my room and snuck down to the basement. I quietly thanked god for walk out basements as I quietly opened the door and shut it, quickly running over to Y/C’s car. I opened the door and sat down, quickly buckling. “What are you doing? Go go go” I urged. Y/C chuckled and put his car in drive, and he drove us to the party. 

The party was in full swing by the time we got there. The music was loud enough that you could hear it from one block over, and cars lined the streets as if the world was going to end and this one house is where you would be safe. “We are so not finding a place to park” I groaned, fixing my shirt. Parties were notorious for hookups, and I was hoping that Y/C and I would end up hooking up with each other by the end of the night. 

“Yeah” he groaned and we drove to the next street over. He finally parked infront of some random house, and we got out of his car. I started walking down the street when y/c called out my name. “Where the hell are you going?” he asked. 

“To the party” I gave him a weird look. 

“This way” he shook his head. I followed him through someone’s backyard until we reached a literal wall. “It’s a good thing you’re very small” y/c teased, looking at the wall which was taller than me. “Damn I forgot they had this” he muttered. Unlike most of my friends, I was given the genes of an ant, and was barely 5′2″, a long way from y/c who happened to be well over 6 feet. “Alright lets do this” y/c sighed and tried to roll up his shorts as much as he could and got down on one knee. I placed my foot on his knee, trying my best not to get any dirt on him. I got my hands on the top of the wall, and got a little extra boost to get my whole body on top. I sat and waited as y/c climbed up and jumped down. “Do you trust me?” he asked, stretching out his arms. 

“Of course I do” I smiled. 

“Alright, I’m going to grab your legs, and you slowly let yourself down” he instructed. I felt tingles once he held onto my ankles and slowly scooted off the ledge, holding onto it by my hands. Y/C removed one hand from my ankle and held my waist, and then moved his other hand to the other side of my waist. “Okay let go” he said. I let go and fell a little, but was sturdy in y/c’s arms. I held onto y/c for safety, and let go of him once I felt safe. “Hi” he grinned. 

“Hi” I bit my lip as y/c set me down on the ground. 

“Wow y/n, you look great” he stepped back.

“Thank you” I smiled and walked over to a group of my friends, swaying my hips lightly. 

“Y/N you look smokin!” y/f/n exclaimed, hitting my arm. 

“Thanks, hopefully it’ll be good enough” I sighed. 

“Oh shut up, if nothings happens tonight then he’s stupid, alright? Now come on, let’s get us drinks” y/f/n led me towards the gazebo where kegs and bottles of beer were lined up. I grabbed a bud light and took a sip.

“Wow y/n wanna dance?” y/g/f/n asked. 

“Maybe later, I just got here” I smiled.

“Alright, well I want to dance, now” he grabbed my arm and pulled me. 

“What the fuck y/g/f/n? How drunk are you” I pulled my arm back. 

“Look I’m just really, you’re just really hot tonight, like damn girl I’d fuck you” he slurred. I rolled my eyes and turned around, walking back to y/f/n. Y/g/f/n grabbed my arm, turned me around and forcefully kissed me. I pushed him off of me.

“Stay the hell away from me” I glared at him.

“Oh come on y/n, if I could I would” he smirked. Before I could say anything, y/c had showed up. 

“Dude lay off, she clearly doesn’t want to hook up with you” he tried to calm things down. 

“Oh yeah, what are you going to do about it? Everyone in this damn schools knows that you’re not gonna do shit, mostly because you haven’t done shit for y/n” y/g/f/n spat. Y/C muttered something and punched y/g/f/n’s jaw. My jaw dropped, had that just happened. 

“Stay away from her for the rest of today” he shoved y/g/f/n and grabbed my hand, leading me away from the scene. 

“Thank you” I quietly said. 

“For what?” he asked, his hand was holding onto mine tightly. 

“For that” I softly said. 

“He was bothering you” y/c stopped walking once we were in the house and in a living room. “I did what any guy would have done” he gave a soft smile and sat us down on a couch, letting go of my hand. 

“I’m such a dick, I didn’t stop him because he was bothering you” y/c admitted. “I stopped him because I didn’t want to hear about, or see you two hook up” 

“Why?” I asked.

“Because I wanted to hook up with you” he muttered. I raised an eyebrow and bit my lip. Before I even realized what I was doing, I was pressing my lips against y’c’s lips. His lips moved against mine, swiping his tongue across mine every once in a while. I straddled y/c and tangled my hands in his hair as he lowered his hand to rest on my butt. Every kiss made it feel like I was in heaven. It was once we heard a random shout from outside that we pulled away. I rested my forehead against y’c’s for a few moments before getting off of him and sitting on the couch. 

“I don’t want us to be a hookup” y/c interlocked our fingers. “I want us to be real, I want a relationship” 

“Are you trying to ask me out?” I giggled. 

“More like asking you to be my girlfriend, and to come with me to dinner next Friday” 

“Well I can’t really say no” I grinned and pecked y’c. 

“Good” he grinned and kissed my forehead.

Are these two even real?

So, two days ago the  FLASHスペシャルグラビアBEST 2017GW got released and there’s this wonderful person on my Twitter who kinda reported an excerpt from a MaYuki interview in the magazine. 

I strongly suggest y’all to sit down, ‘cause what you’re gonna read is VERY gay.

Q3 is about their current relationship nowadays. 
M: since when we both got selected for singles senbatsu we both have grown closer, haven’t we? 
Y: But because we’re constantly together on workplace, time spent together outside of it has become pretty rare, hasn’t it? Even our seats on the Shinkansen would be always next to each other.
M: Our managers always make sure that we’re together, too (laughs)
Y: Talk about getting so much along. 

Q6 asks them what would they change about the other person, if they could. 
Y: Maybe the way she laughs. It’s a laughter she lets out only when she’s with me and it’s really something. 
M: *ugly laugher* 
Y: That’s the one! That’s what I’m talking about!
M: But this is the one I let out only with people I opened my heart to. With others is just a fake laugh. 
Y: Ain’t you exaggerating there!? 
M: What I’d change about you is your overly considerate nature. When I asked you to let me have what you were drinking you even asked me, “but I put my lips on it, you sure it’s OK?”
Y: That’s because I’m a fussy person (T/N: I’m not sure how to properly translate it in english, so I’m not sure if “fussy person” would be the most appropriate translation, but what I meant is that she doesn’t like it when people eat the same thing she’s eating or drink from the same spot she’s been drinking simply because she thinks that’s dirty or not clean as a thing). 
M: That’s fine, I’m telling you! I trust you so I can drink from it! 
Y: god, you’re over-reacting (laughs) 

and these are messages they wrote for each other↓

Let’s go have fun someplace
next time~

which reminds me, I don’t know if anyone has translated it yet, but because I was on hiatus (AKA crying alone in a corner for Haruka) I kinda forgot to translate for y’all the love letter Mayu wrote for Yuki on last month’s number of  『duet』. 

「To Yukirin,
It’s been 10 years since our first meeting, and you’re still the same kind and nice person. Thank you for always embracing me with your immense kindness just like a mother would do. Because we’ve both got similar sense of humor and sensibility, it becomes easy to feel happy and just have fun when I’m with you. You’d always call me out on my stupid things whenever I’d say or do any, so I always feel like I can be 100% myself when I’m with you, and just do whatever I want (laughs). Despite you said you wouldn’t sing, you also agreed to come with me to the karaoke, didn’t you. “If you wanna go, Mayu, then let’s go”. But I ended up singing alone for the whole time and… At some point I kinda felt my heart breaking in two. Singing alone feels lonely, so please, next time we go sing with me (laughs). Also, we should totally go to that Sanrio Puroland too, since we both keep saying we wanna go!」

this actually is a love letter since they asked her to write a letter for three people she holds dear to her. One was for her mother, another was for her fans, and the third one was for Yuki. 
You’re welcome. 

Here’s Yuki’s message for Mayu from the FLASH magazine, btw↓

「Mayu-chan ❤
Keep being yourself whenever we’re together from now on too, alright? ;) 
I’ll always, always,
LOVE you.

“That’s fine, I’m telling you! I trust you so I can drink from it!“

remember that time during their own showroom when Yuki was eating a candy and Mayu wanted to eat it too, so she asked for a bite from Yuki’s candy, but Yuki wouldn’t give it to her? 

I do. 

zuko x blind! reader

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I walked around the palace, looking for her.

“ I’m out here.” I followed her voice to the garden. I watched as the water from the pond, slowly began to float around her, in little drops. “ You know, it’s too bad…My bending is kinda useless…I can’t even see what I’m doing.” I grabbed her hands and pressed my lips to them.

“ I like your bending. I know you can’t see it, but it’s kinda calming.” I watched as she let a smile cross her face.

“ You think so?”  I sat next to her.

“ Of course.” (y/n)’s head shot up, the water droplets dropped to the ground, soaking me. I turned to give her an irritated look, but she began to shake. “ (y/n). What’s wrong?”

“ Someone’s coming.” I stood up, standing in front of (y/n)…

“ Azula? How did-”

“ Let’s not worry about that, we are long overdue for an Agni kai. Who’s this?” My sister gestures toward (y/n), who was listening attentively.

“ (y/n), go inside and lock the door.” Azula struck the ground beneath (y/n)’s feet with a lightning bolt before she could make any movements.

“ She’s not going anywhere.” (y/n) continued to shake and quiver with fear as me Azula and I began to fight.



I kneeled down to (y/n) and cautiously grabbed her by her shoulders. (y/n) visibly flinched and turned her head toward me.

“ (y/n), are you alright?” I helped (y/n) to her feet.

“ Yeah, that was Azula, right? I recognize her voice.” I led her inside.

“ Yeah, I don’t know how she got out of prison, but I want you to stay inside until I figure all this out. “ She let out a small sigh.

“ Ok, if you think that’s best. I trust you, and I know you’ll make the right choice.”

“ Alright, you should get some rest, it’s been a rather eventful day.”