b.o.b.*

anonymous asked:

KIC Viktor and Yuuri meeting TBE Viktor and Yuuri? XD if only there was a way for them to meet in that fic where all the Yuuris and Viktors met each other XDD

ohmygod. you heckin kNOW. yall heckin know i love fic crossovers. bih. alright i got @victorsporosya‘s blessing and some of these were contributed by her and this is only part one [clears throat] we bring you…

the couture experience (part one)

in which victor and yuuri agree to meet in the hotel bar because “let’s take a break and wind down a little before we meet with the luxottica reps tomorrow, shall we?” victor had suggested, much to yuuri’s disbelief. (victor? winding down a little?)

and in which victor and yuuri agree to meet in the hotel bar because… that’s what they do

aka kic vicyuu and tbe vicyuu have plans to meet, but instead encounter they’re other-universe partners

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“Your hair is down,” is the first thing Victor tells Yuuri when he approaches him at the bar. He says it with wide eyes, studying him with what seems like intense fascination.

Yuuri flushes under his gaze. “It’s usually down,” he mumbles, tugging at his fringe. “Besides, you said we were here to relax, so I left everything back in the room.”

Victor shakes his head and wraps an arm around his waist. “No, miliy, it looks good,” he says happily, pulling him close. “I didn’t know you usually put it down like that. You should do it more often with me.”

Yuuri frowns in confusion, shifts in Victor’s grasp. “What are you… what’s miliy?” He sniffs. “Is that a new cologne?”

Victor beams at him, and Yuuri’s stomach flips. “Do you like it?” he asks, voice thick and eyes darkening. Yuuri’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline.

“Uh,” he stammers. “Yeah. It’s nice.”

Victor’s smile widens, impossibly, and Yuuri shivers as the fingers around his midsection dig into the skin. There’s something slightly off about Victor tonight, but he notices the empty glass on the bar and chalks it down to alcohol.

“Wow, when you said you wanted to take a break, you really meant it,” Yuuri comments later on in the night. He’s practically in Victor’s lap now, and if he weren’t so tipsy he’d be going out of his mind. He reaches out impulsively and touches Victor’s hair, and when the man leans into his touch—nope. Nope, yeah, Yuuri’s still capable of losing his mind right now. If his subconscious were capable of having physical properties, it’d have a terribly sore throat from the internal screaming. “You haven’t checked your e-mail once.”

“Hmm?” Victor doesn’t seem to have heard his question. “No, tell me more about what you did in college,” he mumbles into Yuuri’s neck. “And everything after.” He pauses. “And everything before.”

Yuuri giggles, chest warm. “You’ve already seen my resumé.”

He’s so, so warm. He grabs his glass, drink since finished but he sucks on the straw anyway, sips at the water melting off of the ice cubes.

Victor looks affronted. “I do not want to know what’s on your resumé.”

Yuuri rolls his eyes. “Just because I didn’t have anything related to fashion before working for you… heyyyy.” He frowns and jabs a finger into Victor’s chest. “No more talking about work. We’re off the clock.”

Victor blinks. “Off the clock?” Slowly, the brilliant smile breaks out on his face again, wattage turned up so high Yuuri wants to take his eyes out with the tiny umbrella in Victor’s cocktail. “You mean it?”

“Yeah, isn’t that what you—Victor?!” Yuuri yelps as Victor attaches his mouth to Yuuri’s neck and bites.

***

kic = kings in couture = fashion editor victor and secretary yuuri
tbe = the boyfriend experience = still a skating legend victor and escort yuuri 

part 2 with eros yuuri and kic vic comin’ soon to a forovnix near u

anonymous asked:

Pls tell me that Dallas doodles Malek like,, a lot - an embarrassing, really fucking cute amount. And mal is just like "this gloriously lanky boi is drawing M E" trying to play it cool and be the Best Friend™ (that was a trainwreck of a thought but your characters are stuck in my head help)

WHY DO YOU THINK POPPY AND MALEK ARE FORBIDDEN TO LOOK AT HIS NOTES.. But Dallas ain’t slick.. Malek knows.. Malek Sees..

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🎁 May 24rd • The Matsuno Brother’s Birthday 🎁

opening up to people
  • friend: what's wrong?
  • me: begins to type out an elaborate reply
  • me:
  • me:
  • me:
  • me: backspaces all of it, mutters "shut the fuck up" about eighteen times, chooses to type "nothing just tired :)" instead
Highlights of BTS @ the BBMAs

Some personal favorites (in no particular order):

  • being spammed with Fire as the transition music
  • the boys all lookin fly af (fr jin be lookin like a damn snack)
  • vogue model tae
  • THE UNBRIDLED MELANIN 
  • JK seeing a memekook sign and smiling so much his eyes crinkled
  • THE FANCHANTS we’re such showoffs
  • jk pretending to know the lyrics to despacito
  • “What’s a heartthrob?”
  • tae being whipped for celine dion
  • tae being extra w his fucking glasses
  • their visuals breaking twt yet again with car door guy 2.0 “third one from the left” & “the one in the middle”
  • also ft. “the one on the far left”
  • namjoon’s hair, an aesthetic
  • twt followers inCREASING BY THE SECOND
  • LEADER AND ENGLISH MONSTER KIM NAMJOON
  • jin looking at him like he fell from the sky
  • taeshook and jungshook, a duo
  • jimin being big mood
  • a jittery hobi spilling coke on Jin’s SAINT LAURENT TUXEDO JACKET 
  • “I’m sorry” “That’s okaaay” 
  • bang pd calling him out on it on twt shortly after
  • nochu recording everything like a lil kid
  • THEM CROSSING THEIR FINGERS BC THEY DIDN’T THINK THEY’D WIN
  • hobi, who’s always full of love, pulling their bodyguard (???) into their iconic group hug
  • “love myself, love yourself”
  • yoongi stealing the trophy from joon like a lil gremlin
  • tae going hard to versace on the floor
  • HYPER MOCHI IN THE POST-SHOW VLIVE
  • a starstruck yoongi admitting he met lil wayne in the bathroom
  • hitting yet another million followers on vlive, despite it being projected by naver for next year
  • me: ah yes, everyone is asleep and nobody else is in the house, i'm alone
  • my intrusive thoughts: okay but consider.... what if you actually aren't alone... what if something was behind you.. or in the dark where the light doesn't quite reach
  • me: *screams*

anonymous asked:

A/B/O ... pony bois au ... same plot/storyline just used as undertones ... pls? BWAHAHAHAH MY LEIGE no but srsly pls feed my addiction

They were days when Dean would forget that his brother became an overgrown stallion behind his back, and he would conveniently forget other things that coincided with that as well - in fact, there were many things Dean liked to conveniently forget.  

Mostly things to do with Sam but others as well.

And it wasn’t like Dean was frail or anything, he in fact, was far taller than most other pegasai, and could kick a lot more ass than others who shared his status - special training to hunt the supernatural freaks of the world helped with that, moving on, however - and so he never found what he was to be bad.  Just a nuisance at times.

Being an omega came with some bonuses, ponies and monster would catch a whiff of his sweeter scent and bam, they underestimate the golden pegasai and the next thing they know they’re kissing existence goodbye.  Other’s were more apt to trust him and his ‘doe’ as they’ve been called, eyes, and renaissance missions were practically a breeze.

But it had it’s downsides.

For instance - being painfully, wrongfully, utterly attracted to your alpha brother who grew up way too much to be fair when he was off at university.

Like seriously - it’s like the colt was downing steroids or something, because, yeah, alphas are big.  But Sam was by far the largest he’s seen.

And something about tall, muscular, confident alpha’s apparently smashed through all of Dean’s knowledgeable good morals and simply told him to ‘fuck it and fuck it’.  It was confusing, and obnoxious, and Sam had to be catching on to this undue attraction, if by him always, and by that Dean meant fucking always, appearing at the worst of times to taunt his size, or strength, or magical prowess in Dean’s face until the pegasus’ wings popped open and Dean was left red faced and glaring at Sam’s stupidly handsome smug face.

It was all very stupid.  And Dean hated it.  And hated Sam sort of.  But mostly wanted to pull Sam in close and - ehem, not going there.

Today was like those days, Dean just minding his business, before suddenly ramming into a soft, warm, but still very firm wall, and backing up a few paces in shock because hello there Sammy.

“Hey Dean.”  Sam greeted, in that new, deep tone that Dean still wasn’t used to hearing, and damn it all he had that confident smirk going and his eyes were drilling through all of Dean’s defenses and yep - his wings are flung open again, and Sam’s chuckling, and Dean’s omega is whining like a bitch for him to do rather inappropriate things with this fine specimen of an alpha in the middle of this undeserving library.

“Heya’ Sammy.”  Dean choked out, desperately pulling his wings in close and Sam chuckled, again, a deep velvety thing, and Dean’s ears flattened.

“Asshole.”  Dean grumbled, again, face hot and ears hot and everything warm at the edges.

“Hm?  Did I do something wrong?”  Sam asked, leaning down and Dean’s breath wheezed out at the rush of Sam’s earthy scent.  Sam couldn’t help but laugh again, at Dean’s inability to function around him - and Dean bit the inside of his cheek.

All of this?  Totally unfair.

-

pony bois and abo????? day by day my morals fall away

reblog this 4.0 gpa for good luck on all of your finals

  • What I say: I love the 'enemies to lovers' trope
  • What people think I mean: I get off on violence. I think hate sex is the best, don't think healthy and stable relationships are 'interesting' enough, and I purposefully sabotage all my relationships. I frequently ship characters with their abusers and consider dragging someone along and domestic violence 'grey areas' because if you look at context it really just means they love each other.
  • What I actually mean: I love it when two people who hate each other, whether it be seemingly clashing personalities, or actual literal enemies (always enemies who balance each other out. Not 'anti-hero/villain guy constantly harasses heroine girl', but two people who are evenly matched and can hold their own against each other and even in hatred have somewhat respect for the other) who are fighting on opposite sides of a struggle, come together on equal ground and realize that they have more in common than they previously thought. When the two finally join the same side, whether it's due to the redemption of one character or what have you, they may not get along at first, but with time and effort the two eventually find themselves friends with the other. Only *after* they have an established trust and friendship do they then start to have romantic feelings for the other. The 'enemies to lovers' trope does not work if you cannot put 'friend' between the two.

I was hoping that Neville would assist me with the first stage of the operation, and I am sure he will perform it admirably.”  - Remus Lupin

as far as i am concerned, this operation-speak was a slip and is canon proof that the marauders used military-speak (operation, stages, point position, code names) when they were mayhem-making.

Boi, can you believe it’s already been a whole year since Horikoshi saved my life