long legs he has~

Quinn’s 3rd Annual OC October Aesthetic Edition, Day 20 (Throwback Special!): Khalid Miller

Khalid is a newer OC than my last throwback special, I’ve only had him for about a year and a half, but today is his birthday and I recently remade his aesthetic graphic so he has claim on today! 

The first thing people notice about Khalid is that he’s a goddamn pretty boy. His mother is a pretty lady from Lebanon and his dad is a handsome freckly dude from Florida and Drew and Nadia had beautiful children because Khalid and his sister are gorgeous. Khalid got his mom’s hair and his dad’s freckles and he has very long legs (the fact that he steals his sister’s clothes sometimes calls more attention to the fact that he’s beautiful.) He likes bendy straws and Popsicles and lollipops and he’s an art history major with things to say and the determination to make them heard.

For most of his life Khalid lived in Florida though they’ve already moved once. Recently his dad got a teaching job at a West Virginia university and the family packs up and moves to the literal middle of nowhere WV where the only other person of color is a little old last working at the post office. And Khalid, beautiful, stubborn Khalid, is really fed up with overabundances of white people after his last boyfriend. Now I promise, this isn’t a story about racism. It’s a story about mothman.

Yes, Mothman.

Because after much dedication, one white boy manages to win him over, and the boy in question happens to be basically a redneck witch. So surprise, Khalid, magic is real in West Virginia and Mothman would like some girl scout cookies. Have fun with that you beautiful boy.

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I think there’d be some initial confusion on the concept of a pet not being something you eat for dinner, but this was too cute of an idea not to do some quick doodles for. <3

Lance Was Never Human Concept/AU

What if everything in Voltron was the same except for Lance. Like everything is the same, but Keith found Red first causing the others to find their Lions. Every thing is normal but…they don’t have a Blue Paladin. Of course they have Blue on the ship, but she doesn’t have a pilot. But she knows who she wants. She sends Allura and the team to a planet that seems abandoned. The planet appears to be a giant island of some sort. There is a small space of land and then the rest is all water. They wander around the planet thinking that Blue has lost her mind. They’re about to turn back when Keith notices a figure by the shore line. They are hunched over, drawing in the sand. They appear to look human. He has dark mocha skin, brown hair, and longs legs. Keith calls out to them, which ends up startling the figure. They look up and freeze in fear. They then jump in to the water with a splash. The team runs over to the water calling for them to return, that they’re friendly. With no success, the team tries to figure out another plan. Meanwhile, Blue (who followed them to the planet) slips into the water to find her desired Paladin. The team waits patiently. A while later Blue’s head breaks the waters surface, and the mysterious figure is lounging on the lion, chatting excitedly while lacing strange seashells on a string of seaweed. The team goes to greet the alien when they stop in their tracks. In place of the figure’s long legs…was a tail. The scales glistened and shined in the light. It was a deep blue color, speckles of gold scales scattered throughout. Allura was the first to recover and asked the strange alien their name. With a sharp toothed grin, he replied while finger gunned with webbed fingers, “They call me Lance…but you can call me tonight.” Long story short, Lance is the last of his kind because the Galra invaded his planet and destroyed his species while he was on a solo mission (that’s how he knows how to pilot). His situation is similar to Allura’s and Coran’s. **I may continue this AU? Short little One-shots/Headcannons/Prompts. Thought? Comments?***

Give and Take [M] (ft. Taehyung) | 01 prologue

Originally posted by donewithjeon

→ friendswithbenefits!au with a twist (edging, oral, overstimulation, uh some really dirty shit, and oh yeah, Taehyung teaching you sex)
→ 12.6k (oneshot) 
→ part 1 | part 2 coming soon!

A/N: sorry im such a sinner omg but thank you so much for 1k followers + 1k notes on You Who! This is a surprise upload :) Enjoyyyyyyyyy


Your thighs are trembling, but he just gives you a glare and continues lazily moving his fingertips against your skin, dipping a knuckle into your heat before slightly pressing his thumb over your clit. 

And repeat. 

Taehyung,–fuck–please.” You moan, straining against the neckties that bind you to his headboard. 

He props up his chin in his hand in between your legs and glares up at you. The hand in between your legs stills and you groan at the lack of sensation, and clench your teeth. He rolls his eyes. “Can you take this or not?” 

You let out a breath, calming your heavy breaths before loosening your grip on the binds and letting your body relax a bit. Closing your eyes and swallowing your dry throat, you speak up. Your voice is small and hoarse from the previous hour of exertion. “I-I can.” 

“Good. I thought so.” 

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Jeezus Odin! I had to wake him up from a deep sleep to put him back in his enclosure and he gave me a frighten! I don’t know what you are doing with that eyeball there buddy but stop! Ya look possessed!

Dex gets up when Lardo throws her stuffed walrus at him. “Dex. I am going to sleep. Turn off the light.”

He has been sitting for so long his legs have cramped. When he stands up he staggers.

He switches off the light and gently closes Lardo’s door. It’s going to be his door next year. His and Nursey’s. Dex feels sick at the thought. 

He checks his phone. A bunch of chirping about the dibs flip in the team chat. A single message from Chowder.

Call me when you get this.

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BTS Most to Least Likely to Date a Chubby/Curvy Girl

Request:  bts mtl to date a chubby girl? like a not chubby but like curvy ? thank you !

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Seokjin

I totally see Jin as the guy who would date a curvy girl in an instant. I actually believe I read something somewhere that stated he was into curvier/chubbier girls! I think he would be naturally drawn to curvier girls and would enjoy cooking with/for her!

Yoongi

I believe that Yoongi would date girls with all different sorts of body types - he’s a man of variation. I don’t doubt he would be into a girl with killer curves!

Taehyung

To me, Tae gives off the vibe that he would want to date someone super cuddly and squishy, and if she was curvy, that would just add onto his attraction to her.

Namjoon

This boy would totally be into curvy/chubby girls  ‎( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) and he’d love hugging her and running his fingers up and down her sides(in an innocent way pLS). I have a feeling he would also just admire her, no matter how her body looked, she’d always be beautiful in his eyes

Hoseok

I feel like Hoseok would love a girl with curves and/or was chubby. I totally think he would find her adorable and would love giving her piggy back rides if she ever felt insecure about herself and he’d think she would be the cutest thing ever~

Jungkook

Little Jungkookie wouldn’t mind his girlfriend’s weight, whether she was chubby or not, etc - as long as she has nice legs  ‎( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Jimin

Jiminie seems like he would prefer a girl who is very active like him and honestly, he seems a tad bit strict on his ideal type’s height and weight, which makes me put him last bc he gives off the vibe that he really likes girls who are smaller than him in general. But that doesn’t make me doubt that he would date a curvy girl! I think he would really just like someone who could physically keep up with him and has a lot of energy.

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•To Build A Home•
Chapter 1
**********


He’s pissed off.

He’s bleeding from the huge gash on his forehead, his bike is in pieces of scrap metal on the side of River road and he’s fairly certain he’s missed his date with Tiffany… Taylor? No, it was definitely Tiffany. So yeah, he’s pissed.

Jughead Jones tucks his scratched up hands deep into the pocket of his leather jacket and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it against the wind, he inhales the familiar taste of tobacco and burnt paper and his shoulders finally slump in exhaustion.

This day sucks. It officially sucks, it’s sucked from the minute he set foot on the construction site to the time he walked into his second home, The Snake Sack Bar, he was tired, he was cranky and fuck if he wasn’t starving.

The blare of a truck horn shakes him out of his pity party, his redheaded best friend sticks his head out of the drivers seat window and grins

“Archie Andrews to the rescue! I’m here to save the damsel in distress.” He pulls to a stop beside Jughead as the dark haired man looks less than amused.

Archie’s eyes turn serious as he looks his friend over
“Seriously man, are you okay?”

Jughead shakes off his concern, he never quite got used to anyone caring about his wellbeing

“I’m fine, it’s my bike you should be worrying about. Look at her, she’s in pieces.” His hands are flailing frantically and Archie snorts

“Pieces doesn’t cover it. I don’t think even your uncle Harley can fix this buddy.” The all American boy drops a hand to Jugheads shoulder and begins to help him pick up all the pieces, throwing them into the back of his pickup.

“Mind telling me how this happened.” Archie treads carefully.

A low growl escapes Jugheads mouth,
“Jason Blossom and his goonies ran me off the road, probably has something to do with Jason taking over his dads construction company, probably doesn’t like that I’m working for Andrews Construction, or maybe they have something against the Serpents.” Jughead shifts in his jacket, the emblem displayed proudly on the back.

Archie snorts bitterly, a dangerous look flashing in his eyes
“Were 25 now, I figured the days of high school competition were behind us, he’ll never get over the fact that I stole quarterback away from him.”

Jughead shuddered at the mention of high school, that had not been a good time in his life and he very rarely revisits that place in his brain. He’s so much different now, ladies love him, he takes a new girl home every night. Gone is the gangly adolescent boy who hid behind bleachers, replaced by a filled out , muscular bad boy that drives all the girls who ignored him in high school mad. Damnit he could be showing that cheerleader Tiffany… Taylor, shit what was her name? whatever, he could be showing her the time of her life.

“I know a mechanic a town over, works real good with bikes. The shops open, I can take you there now.”

This is why Archie Andrews is his best friend, no matter what, they are always there for each other, it’s the way it’s been since they were four years old. Jugheads pressing some fancy satin scarf against the gash on his forehead as Archie mumbles something about Infection. They pull up to Pops Mechanic Shop and Jughead hops from the truck, he’s a bit woozier than he expected, his knees wobbly. Archie shoots him yet again, another concerned glance.

“I’m good dude, now where’s this mechanic you mentioned, I wanna talk to him about..”

He’s cut off abruptly by a distinctly feminine voice

“Archie Andrews, you better not have blown out your breaks again! I just fixed this truck last week.”

Jughead turns quickly to the voice behind him and nearly passes out. (It’s most definitely because of lack of blood, not the sexy creature before him.)

Standing In front of him is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, long tan legs are wrapped up in short denim overalls, a dirty, red rag is hanging from one of her pockets, her feet are tucked into heavy work boots. Jughead lets his eyes trail over her body all the way up to her toned,bronze arms, she’s covered in motor oil and dirt but it only makes that much sexier. her silky blonde hair is tied up in a messy bun, strands sticking to her sweaty forehead, her eyes are the color of freshly cut grass and her lips are so perfect it should be illegal.

“Nope not me this time Betty, check the back of the truck.”

As soon as she moves to the back her eyes widen

“Woah, holy… poor baby, what happened here?” For the first time since the conversation started Betty’s eyes are on his, ocean blue meeting meadow green, they linger on his before flickering to the steadily bleeding cut on his forehead

“It’s my bike.. well it was my bike. I kind of.. got into an accident.” He answers dumbly, she can obviously see that he was in accident. Dumbass.

“That needs stitches.”

She speaks so suddenly it takes Jughead by surprise

“What?”

“The cut on your head, it needs stitches, you ripped it clean open. I can fix your bike, gonna take a while but I can get her running.”

Jugheads mind races to catch up with her

“You can?”

“Sure, shouldn’t be too hard. I’ve got some paperwork for you to fill out in the office, Arch I made cookies, there might still be some in the garage if the guys haven’t snatched them all up.”
A flash of red races to the garage, leaving Jughead to follow Betty.

The office is run down but usable,

“Do you have insurance?” Betty asks, her head buried in a filing cabinet, Jughead snorts causing her to look up a hesitant smile on her face.

“No.” the raven haired boy clarifies “no insurance.”

Betty nods, eyes understanding as she hands him a clipboard

“My prices are good, I won’t overcharge you, I can promise you I’m the only one who’s gonna be able to work on that bike.”

Jughead signs the paperwork quickly handing it back and sticking his hand out

“I’m Jughead Jones.”

The blonde chews on her lip for a Monet before taking his hand

“I’m Betty Cooper and I know who you are Mr.Jones” she grins wickedly and he smirks

“Oh really?”

He’s moving closer now, breathing in her air as she steps forward, face dangerously close to his own

“Mhmm, and that why I can say..” she trails off suggestively before taking a huge step back and shaking her shoulders

“I’m only interested in doing business with you, nothing more, nothing less. Your reputation precedes you Mr.Jones. I can’t count the amount of Husbands who come in here and try to sell their wives cars after you’ve broken their marriage up.” She giggled uncharacteristically before shoving his papers into the desk drawer

“So thank you but no Thankyou.” Just as she’s about to leave the room Jughead grips her wrist

“You don’t know me.” He speaks desperately, something about this woman makes him want to get on his knees and beg.

With sad eyes Betty looks down at his fingers holding her wrist.

“No.. but I know your kind.”

He wants to protest but Archie enters the room

“All set guys? Hey Betty, Veronica wanted me to tell you we’re coming over tonight, we’ve got a dinner party tomorrow and she has no clue what to wear.”

“I’ll be home.” The female mechanic smiles lazily.

All three of the adults head outside

“Well arch, I’ll see you tonight and Mr.Jones….”

“Tomorrow. I’ll be back tomorrow.” His eyes drill into hers and for a moment something flashes that he can’t quite catch but she’s quickly turning her back to both boys and walking back to work

“Whatever you say jones, see ya around.”

Archie looks back and forth between his two friends

“Everything okay? Hey if we speed I’m sure we can make it for your date with Tamara.”

Ahh Tamara, that was her name. Jughead stares out the passenger window and watches as Betty gets underneath a car, a wrench clenched in her fist.

“Nah, forget about Tamara. Hey you mind taking me to the ER, apparently I need stitches.”

A gift for @skamisako who traded me a gifset for a drabble. It was a good deal :P

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In theory, Even should not at all be surprised.

Isak is fucking beautiful- the very epitome of youthful seduction with long legs, bright cat green eyes, and fucking cupid’s bow lips that he has a penchant for biting. A fucking cupid’s bow. Even is literally the luckiest man in the world.

So no, he should not be surprised.

And yet.

And fucking yet.

He takes another sip of some fruity concoction Eskild swore was an absolute must for this particular bar, moving the pink umbrella out of his line of vision so it can’t hinder the way Even’s eyes track Isak on the lower level of the club as he sways and weaves in between moving, gyrating, bodies. Overhead, pink and orange neon lights flicker and flash and, added to the deep pulsating bass of the music, it makes for the perfect cinematic moment.

Zoom in on our beautiful protagonist, Even thinks distantly, Watch as all eyes track him, the spotlight above creating a halo. An angel in a club full of devils.

Eskild bumps his hip into Even and hands him a new drink, “First time I met Isak was here.”

Even swallows, “Here?”

“Mmhmm,” Eskild points to a group of barstools over the rim of his own drink, “Right there. Poor baby was slumped over. That didn’t stop the guys from drooling all over him, though. Which, when you think about how young he was, ew.”

Isak makes it to the bar and he’s immediately accosted by a tall blonde guy with a wide smile a bright teeth. Isak, bless him, stares at the guy for a moment, glancing behind him to make sure that-yeah that fucker was definitely hitting on him.

“I wouldn’t leave him alone,” Eskild says and then adds on in a sing-song voice, “Not with a face like that.”

Even pushes off the banister immediately, walking down the spiral staircase, passing boys making out and putting out against railings, and dodging few wandering hands. He ignores the older gentleman who stares him down with dark brown eyes because doesn’t he know?

There is only one boy for him.

Isak catches his gaze as Even hits the ground floor and it doesn’t leave, even as the tall blonde engages him in conversation. The blonde reaches over to touch Isak’s waist and-

“Hi, baby,” Even interrupts, coming close to Isak and wrapping an arm around his waist (and subtly knocking the blonde’s hand out of the way whoops). He cocks his head at the blonde and smiles pleasantly, “Hey there.”

The blonde deflates for a moment, but stands tall, “Halla.”

“What are we talking about?”

“The view from my bedroom,” he says, looking back down to Isak, who stands there, eyebrows raised to his hairline and glancing in between the blonde and Even, “View of the Oslo skyline? It’s…magical. I’m sure better than anything he’s seen before.”

“Huh,” Even says, still grinning all the while, “I don’t know- the view from our apartment is pretty stunning.”

(It’s not. It faces another apartment building and a graffiti depiction of a dick.)

Isak clears his throat, “I’m more interested in the view inside the apartment.”

He reaches down and tugs Even’s shirt up a bit, peering at the abs underneath and showing them off to the other guy. He nods decisively and looks back to the blonde, “Best view in Oslo.”

The blonde’s smile strains and he drags his gaze slowly up Isak, and Even knows, he knows, exactly what’s going through his mind Even as he shakes his head, “That’s too bad.”

“So sad,” Even responds dryly.

His eyes light up, “Do you-”

Even tightens his grip on Isak, “I don’t share.”

Isak shrugs, “He doesn’t. I don’t either. So…”

“Fine,” The blonde gives up, “Fine. Well, if you change your mind…”

“Bye bye,” Even waves daintily and the blonde pushes off the bar and gets lost in the mix of moving bodies, “I can’t go anywhere without people wanting to steal you away.”

“That was weird,” Isak says, and then promptly steals his drink and chugs it. When he’s done he presses his lips to Even’s neck and snickers, “View from our apartment, huh?”

Even shuts him up with a kiss and drags him out to the dance floor.

anonymous asked:

headcanon - lafeyette night routines with you?

  • so he typically he doesn’t go to bed before you do- he wants to make sure that you go to sleep at a reasonable time so he stays up as long as you do so if you aren’t getting a blink of sleep than he isn’t getting any sleep either 
  • he makes a habit of showering at night time usually and you should recommend showering before him because he showers for a very long time and takes up practically all of the hot water
    • maybe shower with him? it would save water,,,
  • after showering, he usually just lounges around on the bed, wearing his glasses and reading a book or some sort and maybe humming a song
    • if you go to bed at a decent time, he will most likely stay up later reading until he gets so tired that the words are all fuzzy but if ask him, he will go to sleep
  • he is also big into having tea or some kind of hot drink before he goes to bed
  • he has no particular opinion on whether he likes cuddling or not so it really just depends on you
    • if you like cuddling, he will 100% want to be the big spoon and he will just rest his head on your shoulder and just kiss your neck gently and he sometimes sleep talks- not very often actually but when he does, it’s usually in french and it’s hard to understand since his voice is full of sleep
    • if you don’t like cuddling, no problem! he just kisses your cheek and says goodnight. he gives you a lot of space to move around in the bed since he sleeps right on the edge but since he has long legs, he typically takes up a lot of space with his legs, like one by him and one all away across the bed by you
  • lafayette also snores but it’s really really softly and if he snores loudly ever , he instantly wakes up because he scares himself when he doe
    • he is a really light sleeper so if something makes the slightest bump in the night, he is up and ready to fight 

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some otayuri fluff maybe? :)

Otabek loved Yuri a lot, but his leg was really starting to get numb.

“How long has he been asleep like that?” Victor asked, amused. They were over at the penthouse that Chris had rented for the week, a raging party with the international skaters in full swing. Otabek and Yuri hadn’t even been drinking, both completely exhausted from practice. They had found an unused couch in the corner of the room and Yuri had collapsed, promptly falling asleep on Otabek’s lap.

“About an hour,” Otabek murmured fondly, stroking Yuri’s hair, “You’d think the pounding music and screaming would wake him up, but…”

Victor smiled. “He’s always been a heavy sleeper. Comes from growing up around a bunch of loud screaming Russians.”

Yuri shifted in his sleep, a hand moving to rest on Otabek’s leg. His heart thudded at the sight of his boyfriend looking so small and vulnerable, despite his age. Victor bade him a quiet ‘goodbye’ before heading off, leaving the two of them alone. Otabek was focused on Yuri’s steady breathing, how his hands curled in his sleep, how each strand of hair moved whenever he would shift.

He was the most beautiful thing Otabek had ever seen.

They had gotten together a few years back during Yuri’s nineteenth birthday. Afterwards, it was a shitstorm of media, ducking from Yuri’s fangirls, and a wild ride of traveling back and forth between Russia and Kazakhstan. Otabek knew how lucky he was to be with Yuri, it stunned him every day that his boyfriend loved him as much as he did.

Yuri shifted again, causing the numbness in his legs to get worse. Deciding it was probably time Yuri awoke, he leaned down and kissed his boyfriend’s forehead softly, leaning down towards his ear.

“Yura,” he murmured, “Yura, it’s time to get up.”

Yuri grumbled in protest, blinking blearily as the party raged around them. He yawned-Oh my god so cute, Otabek thought-and sat up, groaning as he dropped his head on Otabek’s shoulder.

“How do all these assholes have this much energy?” Yuri complained, “They practiced as hard as we did.”

“No one practices as hard as you do,” Otabek laughed, kissing the side of Yuri’s face, “You went for hours today.”

Yuri rolled his eyes, swinging his legs over Otabek’s lap. “Yeah, and I’m fucking exhausted. Why did we come to this again?”

Otabek smiled, kissing his forehead. “Because, someone who shall remain nameless, ‘wanted to fucking rage.’”

“You should stop listening to me,” Yuri laughed, leaning on Otabek’s chest, “Half the things I say are bullshit.”

Otabek’s heart thumped as Yuri pressed against him and he was reminded again just how much in love he was.

“Nothing you say is bullshit,” Otabek replied, “You could be reciting ‘The Theme of King JJ’ in French backwards and I’d listen to it.”

Yuri’s eyes narrowed. “Beka, you’re sweet, but if you want to be in our bed tonight, do not mention JJ in relation to me ever again.”

Otabek laughed, reaching down and drawing Yuri into a gentle kiss, a real kiss. They forgot for a moment that they were in public, both melting into the sensations.

“Boys, break it up!” Christophe called from the corner, causing them to pull apart reluctantly, “Let’s keep it PG!”

“‘Keep it PG,’ he says,” Yuri snorted, “He’s half naked and riding a pole.”

Otabek laughed lightly, still a little breathless from their kiss. “Maybe later tonight we can bump up the rating, yeah?”

Yuri raised an eyebrow, smirking a bit. “Beka, you’re on.”

Otabek’s legs were still numb from Yuri’s weight being pressed onto him. But he found as they got closer, that he didn’t really mind.

[translations] 2017.09.12 NCT Dream We Young fansign at Gangnam

Seating arrangement: Haechan Chenle Jeno Mark Renjun Jisung  [captainofdream]

1. OP told Renjun that he danced Gashina really well during Weibo live yesterday & asked if he practiced to it, Renjun said no it’s due to the same promotional period so he saw it & he drew the point dance of Gashina on the corner of his page too [mark_of_myeye]

2. Chenle’s NCT DREAM visual ranking: 1. Chenle 2. Jeno 3. Renjun 4. Mark 5. Haechan 6……. Jisung ㅎㅎㅎ [990802mklee]

3. Jeno says that the fun part about assembling models, is the sense of satisfaction that comes after finishing the model. Jeno is afraid of the sound of bees. [byyourside_mk]

4. OP asked Haechan how it feels to be called ‘sunbaenim’, he said it’s a little awkward! Haechan recommends listening John Legend’s All Of Me before bed too [fairy_sicheng]

5. OP was full of praises for Renjun’s voice, and asked him to recommend her a song suitable for her. Renjun recommended EXO’s 나비소녀 (Don’t Go) [findsun606]

6. OP asked Jisung why was he at Hangang yesterday, he said they went for a shoot! & he prefers to call Chenle “Chenle” instead of “Chenle hyung”  [nct_tts]

7. Chenle wishes to room with Jaehyun the most, among the 127 hyungs. [0205_rum]

8. OP asked Jisung what he wishes to do in 2017, Jisung said,”NCT LIFE”. OP asked,”With NCT DREAM?” Jisung wrote,”Dream 7″ [captainofdream]

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OtaYuri fic recs #11

I’ve had more time to read in recent days, so you guys are getting a bigger batch of recs ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ

Untitled by kingotabek, explicit, 391

When Yuri moves, he weaves a delicate pattern of lust, not just when he’s on the ice, spinning and looping in and out of step sequences with seraphic grace, but off the ice as well.

And Otabek lives for it.

Too Cool by llyn, explicit, 1.8k

It’s Yuri’s first time visiting Otabek in Kazakhstan, and his first time for other stuff, too.

Wind over the Water, Fire over the Earth by abby_sass_ettura, general audiences, 1.6k

“It’s like watching a star fall, Otabek thinks— a kind of powerlessness, a futility, and at the same time a rare, reckless joy.”

Otabek waits for Yuri after his exhibition skate.

Crazy (The World We Live In) by Ren, explicit, 2.1k

Yuri Plisetsky is skating his exhibition program to the music of Welcome to the Madness and Otabek is going to die. Cause of death: Yuri Plisetsky and his costume choices.

Vanilla by mousapelli, explicit, 1.7k

Part 5 of the This is Otabek’s Hamster series

Yuri is just so cute first thing in the morning, Otabek really can’t help himself.

I Know I’m A Handful But That’s Why You’ve Got Two Hands by SKJC, explicit, 2.7k

Yuri and Otabek have a little more fun than they should in the locker room after Yuri’s Welcome To The Madness exhibition performance.

The Awkward Truth by Whisper132, mature, 4.3k

“Are we dating or something?”

“Do you want to?”

“Maybe.”

“Then maybe we are and maybe we aren’t. Let me know when you decide.”

Untitled by dizzytea, explicit, 1.4k, AU: Mafia, warning: daddy kink

His back hits the tiles, every corner of the filthy cubicle is washed pink with the red lights that are hanging from the ceiling. Corner of his eye can spot the words in at least four languages in spray paint and marker, speaking obscenities on toilet walls; lips crash back on his mouth before Otabek can utter a word, the door is slammed shut so loud it drowns the booming echo of the music that fills the stalls.

After the Exhibition by missbip0lar, explicit, 911

It happens in the locker room, right after Yuri steps off the ice.

Untitled by kanekkis, general audiences, 616

Otabek loved Yuri a lot, but his leg was really starting to get numb.

“How long has he been asleep like that?” Victor asked, amused. They were over at the penthouse that Chris had rented for the week, a raging party with the international skaters in full swing. Otabek and Yuri hadn’t even been drinking, both completely exhausted from practice. They had found an unused couch in the corner of the room and Yuri had collapsed, promptly falling asleep on Otabek’s lap.

Well it worked for Katsudon by KayinTruth, explicit, 9.1k, warning: light BDSM

Otabek Altin is, obviously, a disappointment in bed. A colossal disappointment, in fact. He’s not even a good kisser.

He must be, because that’s the only reason Yuri will accept for why Otabek won’t sleep with him.

Untitled by kanekkis, general audiences, 1k

“Don’t let him on the ice!” Yakov barked at Victor, who was looking horrified at the scene. Yakov barked something at the nearest rink attendee, who nodded and ran off into the corridor, presumably to get help.

Yuri barely registered this, his body shaking in shock, ears ringing as he saw a pool of red beneath his boyfriend’s unconscious body. In his moment of panic, he was unaware that his whole body was trembling, that his face was pale and he looked like he was about to faint. He wrenched off his skate guards and stepped towards the rink, desperate to know if Otabek was alright, if he was…

Shake Things Up by crescendotayuri, explicit, 1.4k

Otabek and Yuri are out to dinner with some of their fellow skaters. Yuri is bored. Otabek “helps”.

Firsts by SKJC, explicit, 2.3k

Navigating the “firsts” of a relationship can be complicated, especially when you don’t actually talk about it. 

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I was standing on the dock, when, by the merest accident, I fell in talk with him. I found he was an old sailor, kept a public-house, knew all the seafaring men in Bristol, had lost his health ashore and wanted a good berth as cook to get to sea again. He had hobbled down there that morning, he said, to get a smell of the salt.  I was monstrously touched–so would you have been–and, out of pure pity, I engaged him on the spot to be ship’s cook. Long John Silver, he is called, and has lost a leg; but that I regarded as a recommendation, since he lost it in his country’s service, under the immortal Hawke…”

Treasure Island - Part Two: The Sea Cook