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YOI Fan Rec Friday

Thank you for all your recs this week, I’m so excited to read (and reread) them all! 

Rec’d by anonymous:
The Unknown Unknown
by opalish, Teen, 7.4k
Yuuri never meant to become a supervillain. These things just happen to him. 

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Rec’d by anonymous:
S.L.O.B
by simplydrasticvoldy, Mature, 2.4k (WIP)
Versace-clad, Gucci shades atop his head, his silver-hair fringe always on fleek, Victor Nikiforov has never been a slob in his life.Naturally, one doesn’t expect him to be drunk off his ass, half-covered in chipotle sauce the moment he first locks his eyes with the new, endearingly oblivious neighbour Katsuki Yuuri.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Imprisoned
by Linisy, Mature, 26k (WIP)
For the past two years, Yuuri has been endlessly tormented by malevolent spirits. Just as he finds himself at the end of his rope, he meets Victor, an enigmatic man who possesses the ability to relieve him.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
My Boy Builds Coffins
by ken_ichijouji (dommific), Explicit, 9.5k (WIP)
Yuuri’s always dealt with a lot of (pun not intentional) grief about the family business, so much so he’s given up on making many friends or finding romance.But during one morning Starbucks rush, he meets a light-haired, blue-eyed man in dark colors and manicured nails who just might prove him wrong that no one will be able to get past his job.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
And Miles to Go Before I Sleep
by Orchids_and_Fictional_Cities, Mature, 10k (WIP) 
Katsuki Yuuri has been cursed to spread misery and grief to those who dare to come close to him. Viktor Nikiforov has been sentenced to wander the earth, unable to die, granting wishes to mortals in the hopes that one of them might give his life meaning in exchange.They meet in a tempest of April snow. (Mod note: can I just say that the art in this fit is incredible, wow!)

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Rec’d by anonymous:
cadillacs in our dreams
by neuroticmango, Gen, 5.9k (WIP)
The role of Japan’s Imperial Family is purely ceremonial nowadays, but that doesn’t stop the Imperial Household Agency from making archaic decisions affecting Katsuki Yuuri’s dime a dozen life.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
To the Moon
by JMonCheri, Teen, 21k ***Major Character Death
Viktor Nikiforov’s last, literal dying wish is to get a gold medal. Yuri and Otabek figured it would be an easy goal to accomplish, until they figure out that Nikiforov was an Olympic figure skating champion with already a truck ton of other golden medals.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Pigeon Alley
by DiAnna44, Teen, 31k
What’s meant to be will always find a way. Victor and Yuuri? They’re meant to be.

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Rec’d by @littleladykokomos:
The Blue Rose
by shadhahvar, Teen, 72k (WIP) ***Graphic depictions of violence
It all started with a rose. Victor’s playful request from the Feltsman Troupe leader, Yakov, was a familiar refrain every time he was off negotiating for contracts in the Southern Cities. He’d never once returned with a blue rose.Until Yakov returned home half frozen one winter night on the back of a strange black pony, clutching a blue rose in hand. The rose’s owner had made one infuriated demand of the troupe leader: a life for a life. Now Victor will accept the geas on the rose and face down the Beast in his castle, even if it cuts him off from most his old life. Yet both Beauty and Beast may find there’s more to magic, enchantment, and love than either of them knew.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
of poodles and human babies by thishasbeencary, Teen, 5.5k (WIP)
Logically, Viktor knows that an animal for a gift is a Bad Idea. Okay? He knows. He’s heard the talks about how people might not commit to something they didn’t pick out, they won’t be planned in advance to have the time and commitment to it, they wouldn’t be able to cover the costs… The list went on and on, and Viktor knew that that list existed, so he wasn’t going to do it. He wouldn’t get Yuuri a puppy for his birthday.

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Rec’d by anonymous, @omgkatsudonplease, and @vityanikiforova:
Raison d'Être by cutesudon (elfoftheforest), Explicit, 12k
President Nikiforov of Russia has a few weaknesses: premium rye vodka, an attention span of 30 minutes, and a torrid love affair with the Japanese Prime Minister.

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Rec’d by anonymous and anonymous:
Soon We’ll Be Found by lilithsins, Explicit, 130k (WIP)
When Yuuri’s life is unintentionally turned upside down, he and Viktor are thrown onto a path in their relationship that neither of them could have foreseen. The future is a vast, uncertain cavern before them, and if they’re going to get through it, they’re going to have to lean on each other, to trust each other more than they ever have before… …and it isn’t always going to be easy.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Dissonance by Mats, Explicit, 71k
Yuuri takes it for granted that Viktor will always meet him where he is. So when his coach and lifelong idol suddenly plants a very public kiss on him at the Cup of China, Yuuri takes it as a signal that his and Viktor’s relationship is about to undergo a major (and welcomed) change. But he may be wrong, and that might change everything, too. Viktor has a strategy. Had a strategy. But he got too ahead of himself and deviated from the plan… and it blew up in his face spectacularly, just like he knew it would. Now he’s back to square one and although he’s committed to starting over and doing it right this time, he can’t shake the feeling that he’s always only one misstep away from watching it all fall apart again.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
counterclockwise by viktyuuri (Empress_Arisu), Teen, 6.9k (WIP)
Life after retirement, Yuuri thinks, is quite a nice change of pace. Although, not so much when he finds himself thrust back into the past. In which married husbands Viktor and Yuuri somehow end up 5 years in the past without knowing how or why.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Katsudon for Gold by cROAissant (RoamingShadow), Gen, 4.5k
Somewhere along the road, “I might never like you” morphed into “I would die for this child”, and Yuri Plisetsky would be six feet under before Victor fucking Nikiforov would lay his thirsty hands on his precious student.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Gololyeditsa by QueenSabriel, Mature, 22k (Read the tags!)
While on a road trip to Moscow the trio finds themselves in an abandoned Soviet mining town, but something they brought with them will not let them leave.

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Rec’d by @kawaiiusagi2:
Gubraithian Fire by IdunAurora, Teen, 39k (WIP)
Seven years have passed since the end of the Second Wizarding War, and with the world turning a little brighter in the aftermath, the wizarding world has grown a little closer. Mahoutokoro might be the logical school of choice if you live in Japan, and Uagadou if you live anywhere in Africa, but if Hogwarts just so happens to have a more intriguing curriculum, why not go there instead, now that they actually accept students from outside the UK and Ireland? With worry gnawing in the back of his mind and his heart attempting to hammer itself through his rib-cage, Viktor plunges himself into studies, Quidditch, too many towers, friendship, and… wait, who’s that guy with black hair and glasses that suddenly set the world aflame by breathing in his general direction?

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Rec’d by anonymous:
He never ceases to surprise me by Farato, Gen, 660 words
Victor want’s to surprise Yuuri, so he settles with something he knews Yuuri loves.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Treasure by m00n_rabbit, Teen, 25k (WIP)
Yuuri is a disgraced knight looking for a way to redeem himself. Victor is a cursed prince living alone in an enchanted castle. The dragon complicates things.

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Rec’d by @ms-cocoa:
Yuri, the Vampire Slayer by Wynn, Teen, 20k (WIP)
One month after the death of his Watcher, Yakov Feltsman, sixteen-year old Yuri Plisetsky struggles to deal with the grief he feels at Yakov’s death as well as the burden he bears at being a vampire slayer, particularly keeping his secret from his best friend, Otabek Altin. Yuri’s brother, Viktor, struggles as well, having traded ballet and the Bolshoi for lawnmowers and suburbia following the death of their mother two years prior. Into both of their lives walks Yuuri Katsuki, a walking knot of contradictions, with his ugly tie and slicked back hair, bearing the news that he, now, is Yuri’s new Watcher.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Anteros by nanotrance, Explicit, 5.6k
“Like what you see?” he said, propping his chin on one hand, the other ghosting across his angled leg to draw attention to the fluid curve of his calf. Victor’s eyes, pupils blown wide, followed loyally. God, he could get used to this. “Well? You are going to answer me, right?” “Yes, yes, it’s amazing, you’re amazing—” Words tumbled from Victor’s mouth without reserve until Yuuri’s entire body flushed. “That’s enough,” he said, lifting a foot to gently close Victor’s jaw with the toe of a shoe. “I changed my mind. Show me how quiet you can be. Can you do that? Can you be good for me?”

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Rec’d by anonymous and anonymous:
let it burn fast by jjdez, Teen, 13k (WIP)
Yuuri doubles over in laughter, effectively cutting off the man next to him. Victor looks down at the sticky countertop with red cheeks. “No, wait,” he gasps. “I’m s–sorry. I’m not laughing at you, I swear.” Yuuri wipes at his eyes before continuing. “It’s just, I’ve been asked to go home with so many sleazy old men tonight and the one man I would actually go home with just asked me to get out of here for milkshakes. I was just surprised, is all,” he looks at Victor with an unbelievably fond smile.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Dreams and Reality by mitsui_tsuru, Not Rated, 5.7k (WIP)
The journey this time, he might have to do it alone. But as Yuuri begin to realize, he might never was…

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Rec’d by @domokunrainbowkinz :
First Born by RoseusJaeger, Teen, 4k (WIP)
Victor Nikiforov is a lonely wizard who just wants a companion. Feeling he should find an excuse to retire from skating, Victor offers to heal Katsuki Yuuri’s ailing mother in exchange for his first born child.However… Yuuri turns out to be just as gay as he is and is now on a mission to find a woman to that will agree to help Yuuri keep his promise. (Mod note: I am grateful to live in an area that is not affected by the wildfire, thank you for your concern! <3)

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Twitter War by KasumiChou, Gen, 21k (WIP)
Victor wakes up one morning to find that he lovely, beautiful fiancé, Yuuri Katsuki, had gone on a twitter rant the night before. A twitter rant about how wonderful he was. God, he was head-over-heels for this man.

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Rec’d by @mmeishi:
we’re after the same rainbows by missmichellebelle, Gen, 16k (WIP)
Summer camp is supposed to be sleeping bags under the stars, ghost stories around a campfire, overturned canoes in the lake, hikes that last all day, and friendships that last for a lifetime. Summer camp is not supposed to be finding your best friend and falling in love with him, but the summer after Yuuri turns 12, that’s what it becomes.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
under the starry sky i sing my love for you by vityuu (nanahoney), Gen, 1k
“And look - that’s the Little Dipper.”
“Where?” Yuuri squinted his eyes at the sky, shuffling about on the blanket they were laying on. Viktor was pointing somewhere up in the sky, at a patch of stars, that twinkled above them, but the more Yuuri squinted, less he could see what Victor was getting at.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
learn to love the skies I’m under by LinneaKou, Mature, 11k (WIP)
The day after the Sochi GPF banquet, Katsuki Yuuri disappears without a trace. The day after the Sochi GPF banquet, Viktor Nikiforov finds a stray poodle and takes it home with him.These two events are, oddly enough, connected.

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Rec’d by @frozencalamari:
Where the Cliff Greets the Sea by RobotSquid, Mature, 31k (WIP)
For years, Victor and his crew of pirates have been the bane of the coast, unmatched and elusive. With little left to satisfy him, he visits the small seaside town of Hasetsu, drawn by its simple charms. Yuuri lives a quiet life sewing and tailoring dresses with the unattainable dream of designing gowns of his own. Victor sees him working through the window of the dress shop, and decides to stay.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Bad Apple by Multiple_Universes, Mature, 83k (WIP)
An AU were Yuuri is a very sarcastic bad boy and Victor is his very flustered and innocent coach.


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Essays

Pairings: Enjolras x reader

Summary: College!AU. Enjolras is stressed but that is not always a bad thing, especially when it brings up new arrangements.

Warnings: none!

A/N: thank you all again for the support! I’m relatively new to writing here on tumblr and i’m still trying to get the hang of it! English is not my first language so i’m sorry about the mistakes you’re probably going to find! Feedback is always appreciated so that I know how I can improve :) if you just want to speak with me, be my friend, suggest me something to write or whatever you know where to find me! It’s always a pleasure!

Ps. those little sentences in italics are Enjolras thoughts!

(y/e/c) = your eyes color

Originally posted by romulanale

Enjolras was swamped in work. It was quite difficult to try and balance everything between essays, various homework and the incoming meeting in which he was supposed to give yet another speech.

And if that wasn’t enough, his roommates decided to give a party, more or less. Actually, it’s not like he could understand what was really happening in the other room, he could only hear a very loud music. VERY loud. Oh, yes, and someone was laughing. VERY loudly, yet again.

This is how Enjolras found himself out of his apartment with all his books and notes after having yelled at Grantaire, who was probably too drunk to even acknowledge him.

Ok, think Enj, where to go?

It wasn’t like he couldn’t go to the library. The problem was that he was in his pyjamas, too angry to even get changed before slamming the door shut. He didn’t even put on shoes and now his bright red socks were in plain sight.

Wait! (Y/n)!

Enjolras’ eyes lightened up at the sudden realisation: (Y/n) has always been his friend and she wouldn’t abandon him now, would she?

His feet carried him right in front of the girl’s apartment which was in the same building but on another floor. He was a bit nervous but knocked nonetheless and after only a few minutes he was graced with the beautiful - wait Enj, get it together - smile of his (Y/n). No, wait, not his like his his.

“Hey, Enj! What brings you here?” asked the girl cheerfully, leaning on the door.

“Hey, ehm, Grantaire is giving another kinda party and I need to study. Can I crash here for a few hours?” he replied nervously.

(Y/n) laughed, shaking her head. “Grantaire’s getting drunk again, you better check on him later…but for now, come on in!”

“Thanks freckles.” Relaxing, Enjolras smiled and winked at her, passing the door with all his things.

“Do you want something?”

(Y/n) was in the small kitchen while Enj was positioning all his books on the little table in the main room. He had a clear view of (Y/n) from his position.

“No, thanks, I’m good.”

“Ok, tell me if you need anything” and with a smile she left the kitchen, going towards her room.

She was always so kind and Enjolras really liked it. Most people tended to keep him at a distance because he was always too immersed in his work but not her. Never her. She had been welcoming since day one. She even had the courage to actually shout at Enjolras, a thing no one did in a very long time because apparently he was too intimidating.

He was intrigued by this girl.

It was only after a little time that (Y/n) returned and sat at the table, right in front of Enjolras, who was watching her every move. She had all her books so she was probably going to study with him. Suddenly Enjolras really liked this new arrangement.

“I thought I could study with you, is that ok?” asked (Y/n) with a small voice.

Enjolras beamed, “Sure!”

For almost three hours the apartment was full of silence and occasionally small talk. It was at a certain point that things changed: Enjolras looked up from his finally finished essay and he felt overwhelmed. (Y/n) was really beautiful. She was fully concentrated on her work, her pencil between her fingers and her eyebrows furrowed. Her hair seemed almost ethereal in that light. He didn’t know what to do, he never felt that way and suddenly he needed to spend more moments like this with her. Just to have the pleasure to see her in that particular light. Just that.

“(Y/n)?” the word escaped him before he could even think about it.

The girl looked up from her book and smiled at Enjolras. “Yes, Enj?”

“How would you feel about proofreading my essay? I could really use your help"

(Y/n) smiled and immediately made grabby hands towards him. How cute.

Enjolras chuckled - a thing that (Y/n) found very amusing - and gave her the essay.

“I’m gonna make some tea while you read it and then we can discuss it because I’m sure it’s awful”

“Nah, it seems pretty good"

“You just read the title, you dork"

(Y/n) snickered, “Yeah but the title is important”

They both laughed and so it began because the next week Enjolras came with another essay, and the same happened the week after and the week after and so on. It became a normal thing for Enj and (Y/n). Always the same routine: he came bringing the essay, made some tea while she read it and then they would discuss it together. Sometimes it was the other way around and he was the one to proofread (Y/n)’s essays, a thing that made him realize how really passionate the girl was.

And after discovering that Enjolras knew he was screwed for good.


“Where are you going?” Grantaire stopped Enjolras at the door.

“Not your business”

“Mhmm" murmured Grantaire while leaving the couch in order to find some food. “So you’re going to (Y/n)…”

“What?”

“You really think we didn’t know?” asked Grantaire, shocked. “Ponine lives with her, she told Marius she saw you there and puf! Everybody knows! So what’s going on?” smirked the black-haired guy.

“Nothing’s going on. We study.”

“Suuuure. So that’s why you look so…different!” smirked Grantaire, motioning towards Enjolras with his hands.

“…Different? How?”

“Well, like…all happy and lovey-dovey! It’s because you like studying, right?! That’s obvious” continued Grantaire sarcastically.

“I’m not lovey-dovey Grantaire” said Enj without meeting his friend’s eyes “and who the hell still uses that word?”

“Oh, ok sure. Maybe I’ll speak with (Y/n)”

Those were the last words Enjolras heard before leaving the apartment. He was frustrated. Yeah, he liked (Y/n): she made him feel happy and relaxed but all of this was so new to him that he didn’t really know what to do. He didn’t even know if telling her was the right thing to do. He thought she might reciprocate his feelings but he wasn’t sure and to top it all he wasn’t good at expressing his feelings with his words. He was only good in speaking about politics and things like that. He needed to find a way to tell her everything before someone else made a mess. He actually didn’t trust his friends: they were fantastic but they tended to meddle too much and this could lead to a disaster.


Enjolras worked almost the whole night so that he could be back at (Y/n)’s apartment the next day. This time he had a very special essay in his hands. He was about to knock when the door swung open.

“Oh, hey Enj!” greeted Eponine, smirking. “You’re lucky, I was just going out!”

He greeted her with a nasty look and a nod. “Ponine”

The girl laughed and left. “Try not to destroy anything and don’t do it on the couch!”

Enjolras flushed bright red and (Y/n) must have heard everything since she was now standing near the open door, sporting his same colour. He cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry about Ponine, Enj…“ started (Y/n)

“Don’t worry ‘bout it.” Cutting her off, Enjolras smiled and entered the apartment, trying to appear as confident as ever.

“Um, do you have another essay? So soon?”

“Well, yes but this is special.”

Let’s hope not to fuck up, Enj.

“Ok, gimme” said (Y/n) enthusiastically.

He gave her the work and went to make some tea. The usual.

(Y/n) felt there was something different and hoped everything was ok. Eponine and Cosette have been pestering her about Enjolras and their little arrangement after they noticed he lingered at their place for longer than necessary and especially when (Y/n) was at home alone. She only hoped it wasn’t getting awkward because he heard something. She really liked him but she also knew Enjolras wasn’t the kind of guy to start a relationship and certainly not with her: in her eyes, she was just plain. And he was the fearless guy that used to speak in front of hundreds of students and attracted almost half of them with only his blue eyes and the passion behind them.

Leaving these thoughts in a black corner of her head, (Y/n) concentrated on the words in front of her. The text seemed to be way much shorter than the others. It looked more like a bunch of sentences on a blank page. “Are you sure you want to go with this Enj?”

“Just read it freckles!” called him from the kitchen. He was literally sweating.

She took a deep breath and started:

Can you tell me what love is? How can I know that what I feel is love?

All I know is that she’s there, sat in front of me. She’s beautiful. And yet she thinks she’s not. All I want is to look at her, while she reads, while she talks, while she smiles. While she explains her ideas with that passion that is specifically hers. God, her eyes are shining.

Is that love?

So, is he writing about some real girl? Are these his real thoughts? (Y/n) wanted - no, needed - answers because her stomach was starting to knot, exactly like when she was feeling anxious or extremely nervous and that usually brought nothing good. She looked towards him but he wasn’t looking her way so she simply took another deep breath and kept reading.

All I want to hear is her voice, how would it be in the morning? How would it be in the evening, when she’s tired? Is this love if all I want is to wake up next to her and go to bed the same way?

All I see is her, running towards me with a big bag full of food because I’ve been stupid enough to forget to eat at breakfast and at lunch.

No one noticed.

But she did.

Is this love if my heart skipped several beats when I saw her that day?

She remembered that day.  She noticed he was so invested in his plans for the meeting that he forgot to eat so she took care of that buying him something.

Tears started to gather in her eyes: he cared.

All I want - all I need - is to be near her, waiting for those eyes to focus on me; waiting for that mouth to smile at me; waiting for her to talk to me and me only.

Is that love? Is me being selfish love too?

He really cared. He cared enough.

She couldn’t go on because her tears were making the words blurry. Her head snapped towards the kitchen where Enjolras was sipping his tea, stealing glances at her. He seemed calm but he was screaming inside. Especially when he noticed her tears. It wouldn’t have been the first time he fucked up.

Their eyes locked: blue against (y/e/c) and no words were needed anymore. She jumped from the chair and Enjolras had only the time to put the mug down before she was hugging him so tight he almost stopped breathing. Well, he wasn’t going to complain. He buried his face in her hair, breathing in her sweet scent, while she buried hers in his neck.

“I hope I didn’t mistaken anything…”

(Y/n) was still a bit overwhelmed: she’d never been the lucky one in love. So she simply shook her head and kissed him, burying her fingers in his blonde curls. Enjolras’ arms were keeping her near him and his hands were grabbing every part of her body they could reach.

His kiss was passionate but gentle: he made sure she understood how much he cared. And she did the same.

When they separated they both looked in each other eyes and giggled.

“So, is this love (Y/n)?”

“Yes, this is love, Enjolras”

157.

For @8ami who left a charity auction prompt like a million years ago. 


“I’m grateful,” Steve said, awkwardly, “it was an incredibly generous donation.” it had kinda had to be. Steve, ex-military, current Mr May in the firefighters’ annual charity character, had definitely been the hot ticket at the bachelor auction. Mostly Clint had seen the look of faint panic on his face and bid to save him an awkward dinner with one of the terrifying actual rich people who’d been hovering. 

“Compensation. Kinda got hit by a bus,” Clint said, going to rub the back of his neck and almost braining himself with his cast. “I, er, kinda got hit by a bus a lot. There was this dog -”

The guy hovering nearby, the one who’d been looking steadily more and more homicidal as Steve was pawed by people ‘checking out the merchandise’, snorted under his breath. Clint figured boyfriend? Probably boyfriend. They went well together, study in contrasts - Steve was blond haired blue eyed summer, his guy was monochromatic winter, dark hair and grey eyes and ice in his expression. He was more Clint’s type, actually, looked like trouble with the goddamn capslock on, but Clint wasn’t tacky enough to eye up the boyfriend of the guy he’d just bought. 

“So we should - make a date, I guess?” Steve said, and then his eyes drifted over to some kinda disturbance across the room, and all the color leeched out of his face. 

The new guy was - Clint was feeling ridiculously out of his league, right now. He was in a tailored tux, which was a level of fancy that Clint couldn’t quite get. He had a kind of elegantly rumpled air about him but his facial hair was trimmed to perfection, like he had his own personal barber on call at all times. If it wasn’t for the look of anxious hope on his face - 

“Steve,” he said, relieved and breathless and a little bit wrecked. 

“Tony,” Steve said, low, and Clint could practically see boyfriend’s hackles rise. ‘cos Clint wasn’t exactly a people person, but even he could hear that Steve’s casual tone was just spackle over bone deep cracks. 

“You,” Tony said, “biceps.” 

It took Clint a second to realise - “Wait, me?” Tony nodded impatiently without even looking at him, apparently lost completely in Steve’s sky blue eyes. 

“I’ll give you a check, okay. I’ll give the charity a check. I will create a whole charitable foundation in your name if you’ll let me - I had to see you again.” He was talking to Steve now, low and urgent and like the climax of some romantic film. “I know you said - but I couldn’t -”

Tony,” Steve said, and he sounded freaking agonised, and Clint shuffled backwards, feeling awkward, not so much wanting to see the look on boyfriend’s face. Instead he made his way over to the harrassed looking kid in charge of the donations to hand over his details; Tony could do what he liked with his cash, but Clint’d already decided on donating most of what he’d got, and he wasn’t letting some kinda Love Actually situation get in his way. Then, feeling a little accomplished, a little relieved - there was no way he’d’ve got through dinner without making a comment about the hotness of Steve’s guy - Clint stuck his hands in his pockets and sauntered over to the bar.

He installed himself in a booth when he’d got his beer, turning it around on the table top and watching parts of a hockey match around the edge of a pillar. Against his will he got a little caught up in trying to work out what was going on in the bits of screen he couldn’t see, and he almost jumped out of his skin when a low voice spoke. 

“Hey. Mind if I sit?” 

He wasn’t expecting boyfriend, and it upset all the boxes of butterflies he’d just managed to get under control. Clint made an inviting type of gesture and boyfriend slid in across from him, looking - surprisingly okay for someone who’s just witnessed the kinda reunion for which Oscars are won. 

“Hey,” boyfriend said, “I’m Bucky.” 

“Clint,” he answered automatically. “Which - obviously you know.” 

“I’m sorry about the whole -” Bucky waved a hand vaguely in the direction of the lobby; Clint figured he wasn’t talking about the appalling color scheme. 

“No, man, I’m sorry about your guy,” Clint said. Bucky’s face fell, screwed up a little, and Clint poked at his beer. “I mean, he wasn’t so much my type, but you guys looked -”

“We’re not,” Bucky said flatly. 

“What?”

“I’m - we’re friends.” 

“Huh,” said Clint. The protective thing looked a little different from this angle. Clint kinda liked it. “Friends, huh?”

Bucky grinned a little, leaned forward across the table, lowering his voice to conspiratorial, almost tactile, nearly shivering down Clint’s spine.

“So,” he said, with a wicked smile. “Tell me more about your type.” 

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Grown Up Hot (Stiles/Derek)

loveactually-rps said: Hi Inell, can you please write - Sterek - “i used to pick on you in middle school and then we went to separate high schools but now you’re at my college and your hot as hell and really popular” au - Thank you!

This is #2 for the 2017 Prompt Challenge. I really hope you enjoy it, bb!

Grown Up Hot. Stiles/Derek. Teen. Also on AO3.

Derek’s college Dream Boy just happens to be the nerdy kid he bullied back in middle school. Karma sucks.

“Whatcha staring at?” Erica whispers the question right in Derek’s ear, and it startles him, which makes her laugh. The tips of his ears flush with heat as he tries to give her a serious glare.

“Don’t do that,” he mutters, thankful that Laura and Cora are nowhere around to observe him being snuck up on by a pack member. He’d never hear the end of the teasing if they’d witnessed this.

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anonymous asked:

I bet all the third years secretly clip up their bangs when they're studying so it doesn't get in their eyes. (I'm weak for guys with hair clips tbh)

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AHH THIS MADE MY HEART FLUTTER BECAUSE IT’S SO CUTE? I’MS O WEAK?!?

The third years usually go to Hinata’s house to study and always get distracted by their long bangs? So Natsu saves the day and gives everyone her hair ties, pins, and hairbands. Sometimes she puts it on for them or they put it on themselves. But when they do put it on themselves, it’s always really bad (see Tsukishima and Hinata). Yamaguchi is good with it because he ties his hair anyway. Also Kageyama always breaks hair ties so either Yamaguchi or Natsu has to do his hair for him.

¿There’s any A/B/O fic in which one omega character’s subjected willingly to a procedure of artificial insemination? (And please don’t ask me how the procedure would work)

What about a omega who want to have a family but is tired of been hurt over and over for all the alphas or betas on his/her life, or one who discover that would be sterile on a couple of years and don’t have a couple to had kids with?

This last one could be Tony’s case after the IM 2. 

After the whole thing with Vanko end the genius was subjected to some tests to see exactly how much damage the palladium did to his body, discovering that the heavy metal poisoning make him almost unable of have children. He didn’t took it good at first because even with all that happen to him during his childhood he always secretly wishes to start a family one day with someone who loved him just for himself.

One day when he’s on the hospital waiting for the results of one of his tests when he heard a pair of nurses talking about artificial insemination. At first he’s trying to forget it but later Tony make his research and learn more about that. Finally almost eight months later he go to a clinic where they’re very careful about the confidentiality, especially because the society’s so against the idea that an omega could have a kid without an Alpha, and choose a donor of a file (Yet he preferred to make sure and use a false name). He choose a tiny  Alpha guy with blue eyes and blond hair who study art, was on the military years before and also have asthma when he was young. He tell Pepper and Rhodey that he choose him cause someone like him never going to be a problem if he discover that’s going to be a father (Although the clinic says that all donors need to sign an agreement renouncing their rights as fathers never hurts to be careful), when in reality was cause he thought that someone who join to the army being so tiny and maybe even sick had to be a hell of a stubborn son of the bitch and the genius want to pass that stubbornness to their son. His pregnancy was confirmed two months before the Chitauri invasion.

Meanwhile on SHIELD there’s an rampage when the high command of the organization and a certain super soldier recently defrosted learn that while he was still unconscious the doctors took samples of his DNA, blood and even sperm and they managed to loss the last one (aka: Hydra want to make the own legion of baby super soldiers and steal it). After some yells of Fury and threats of castration of our favorite redhead assassin, the agents discover that the sample was hide on a private clinic and put under a false file as a donor. A file specifically designed to discourage omegas to choose him if they don’t know who he was actually. Fortunately they also learn that the serum rejects the “mothers” (Hydra agents disguised) systems and none of the Omegas that choose his sample could get pregnant… except for one.

¿Any idea who?

anonymous asked:

who the hell is white hair guy

kuuro; ”I study in Tokyo and I came here to visit my Family. Mother and Father seem to be away though.. and as I see Brother is slowly becoming just as popular as me.

It must be our stunning genes.”

yan; *displeased noises*

Yes, He is a Kuudere ( Kuudere – Kuuro Dereko… :’^) .. #ihavenolife ) !! I just love the idea, I am sorry it has less to do with the canon but I just thought it would be hilarious, more interesting and maybe bring some character to this blog ( since it’s boring to draw always just one and the same hah. ) !! 

Feel free to let me know what you think!

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I Like Your Face (Steve/Stiles)

yuhavash said: I was sitting at lunch from my friend and you sat across me from me and you keep looking up at me and hold on, are you drawing me? (Stiles + Steve)

This was a lot of fun to write! I like the dynamic between Stiles/Steve quite a bit! I hope you enjoy how it turned out, bb! Fic #18 in my 2017 Prompt Challenge

I Like Your Face. Steve Rogers/Stiles. Teen. Also on AO3. Crossover with MCU.

Stiles and Kira are having lunch in Manhattan when Stiles notices that a good-looking guy sitting nearby keeps staring at him.

“How can you be so wrong? I didn’t even know it was possible to be as wrong as you are right now.” Stiles shakes his head and gives Kira a sad look. “You disappoint me greatly.”

“I didn’t disappoint you enough to refuse my offer to pay for lunch,” Kira points out, smiling sweetly as she motions at the plate appetizer he’s been noshing on for the last ten minutes.

“I’m a broke ass grad student living in one of the most expensive cities in the world. I might be disillusioned by your utter lack of taste, but I’m not turning away a free meal,” Stiles scoffs. “Besides, I bought last time.”

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Me and the boyf 🙈 

Sorry I’ve been so inactive lately. Midterms are slaying me rn but I’m so pumped for the bts comeback. I preordered all 4 of the albums and now I’m broke but I gotta support my boys 💁🏻 I tag @jehbum @tuanstrash @mingenious @skullhongs @rapsae @busanie @taeost @sugakookie @justonetae and @vikooks 

As always you do not have to do this if you don’t feel like it and sorry if we don’t know each other too well^^ If I don’t talk to you that often I would love to get to know you and you all have wonderful blogs(:

anonymous asked:

i love the headcanon posts! how about one for kenma?

.:Skinship:.

  • He likes you sitting between his legs with his arms around you. You could either be taking a nap or just cuddling. This is the most intimate position for him in his opinion. 
  • He prefers you as close as possible. Even while sitting at restaurants. 
  • Walking down the streets, he makes sure your arm is within reach. 
  • He peppers kisses all over your face whenever he gets the chance to! He loves kisses. Don’t let him fool you. 

.:Skills:.

  • His cousin got him to compete in the Super Smash Bros. Tournament. So he’s competed in pro matches. Like for Comiket, his team won 3rd place out of 15 competitors.
  • He helps you in Dating sims. Looking up routes and the best way to get the best endings for the guys you want.
  • The longest he’s ever stayed up for a game was 48 hours straight. But you two pushed 73 once when it was Clan Wars season for Call Of Duty.

.:Family:.

  • Mom, Dad, Two older girl cousins (both from Dad’s side) live with him now because of university.

  • One of the girl cousins is studying cosmetology and did his hair for him.
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.:Arguments:.

  • He’s a guy of very few words which used to frustrate you.
  • He doesn’t really like to say much during arguments because he doesn’t like to argue but that doesn’t mean he isn’t listening.  

.:PMSing:.

  • He is your loungebuddy. Comfy tees and baggy sweats all the way. Video games, snacks, ordering take out, any time, any day.
  • He’s still getting a handle on your mood swings. But he shows great understanding.
  • Late night runs to the Convenience store! Heating packs and comfort food at 2 am? No problem.

.:Misc:.

  • He makes really good hot chocolate and Matcha Latte. YUM
  • After every meal, he has to have something sweet or else he isn’t satisfied.