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pandamilo · 6 years

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Fanboy Yuri

#29 You could have warned me

@outoffcks gave me like a prompt spam so this is one of three that i’ll be posting over the next few days. Have some nerdy Otayuri fanboy fluff for your Saturday night <3

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Yuri Plisetsky was many things.

He was a dancer, primarily in ballet but he dabbled in many different forms. Yuri was a cat lover, a good cook, a homeowner (well he owned a studio apartment but still), a barista at some indy/hipster coffee shop his uncle Viktor owned. He was a gamer and played competitively with his uncle’s husband, Yuuri, any chance he could and they usually won.

All these things and many more were parts of Yuri that people knew. They knew he was tall, lean, blonde with green cat-like eyes and he had the body of a dancer.

They knew he was snippy, sassy, loud and very opinionated, things always had to go his way.

But what people didn't know, was that Yuri was a fanboy.

Well, not entirely true - he went to figure skating competitions and blatantly showed his adoration for a particular skater but no one knew how deep it ran...

Yuri wrote fanfic’s and draw smutty art and rambled essay-length text posts on his tumblr about his favourite figure skater. Yuri had been a fan of Otabek Altin’s since he first debuted in Juniors - he wasn't like the other skaters. Otabek was stoic, rigid and defined in a way many others weren't.

Yuri has been following figure skating since he was a child because Viktor used to skate but suffered an injury just before his debut into seniors but it worked out best for him because it’s how he met his husband - Yuuri was the support sports nurse on call for the local rink.

They have been annoyingly inseparable ever since.

The first time Otabek had appeared in Yuri’s world he was shocked, the boy was angry looking but also soft. He moved, not like a dancer but a man on a mission. He was beautiful but not in the same way skater’s normally were. He wasn’t fluid like them but he also wasn’t stilted. He was utterly unique and fascinated Yuri to no end.

That’s how it all started, innocent enough, just following his skating… then his interviews… then his hobbies… likes… dislikes, any information that made Yuri feel like he already knew the man he had a soul (and dick for that matter) crush on.

He hadn't really set out to write fanfiction, Yuri was just scrolling through his tumblr and saw someone had made a post shit-post dishing Otabek’s skating and Yuri had defending him. He created a post that justified Otabek’s skating, music and movement choices, debunking every word the other idiot had said. This, of course, just made the idiot retort with some contrite comment about Yuri’s obvious desperate plea to get in Otabek’s pants.

Now this wasn't something Yuri could actually deny, the man was a fucking sex god who dripped sexiness by simply breathing.

So Yuri did the only reasonable thing and wrote a smutty story of all the ways he’d take Otabek’s arse, all the ways he’d let that beautifully hung sex-god fuck him till morning.

That was the beginning...

Twenty fic’s ranging from detailed descriptions of sucking Otabek’s cock to fluffy little things they would say while laying in bed together and talking about the big questions in life, Yuri wrote it all.

Yuri even came up with their ship name - Otayuri, he was quite proud of himself. And people even seemed to like it. They thought he and Otabek made a cute couple (based of Yuri’s on rough sketches of what they would look like together) and they loved his shit-drabbles, apparently he wrote good smut and people started requesting him to write other things.

This is how Yuri’s other life began.

He started to pick up a kind of following, many people respected his opinion on anything Otabek and on other things as well.

Yuri wrote and drew for people he didn't know, about all kinds of topics, anime, films, movie stars. It ranged from simple sweet things to the dirtiest kinks he didn't even think were a turn on but people started paying him for them. Either in real money or gifts of other things, it was a world he never knew he needed.

But his other life and real world came crashing down in a brutal tidal wave one day when he received a text from Viktor to come into work as soon as possible.

Yuri arrived, his hair in a braid and twisted around his head, his black polo already slightly dirty since he hadn’t been able to wash it. His black skinny jeans hanging a little too low to be suitable for work but once he started he’d be wearing an apron so it wouldn’t matter. But just as Yuri was walking around the main floor he stopped, there was a voice, gravelly and unmistakable.

Yuri didn’t look, he couldn’t look. He also couldn’t deny that just hearing that voice in person was giving him a partial.

What the fuck is he doing here?!

Yuri was panicking, he sprinted out the back to the staff room and nearly bold over his uncle’s husband. “Yuuri-kun! You could have warned me! Holy shit, what the fuck is he doing here!”

“Yura-kun, calm down, deep breaths. I’m sorry, I didn’t know he was here until about a minute ago, Vitya seemed so pleased with himself and it took going on the floor to find out why.”

Yuri had been interested in Japanese when he first met Yuuri and asked him to teach him some things and that began their close relationship, there was only actually four years difference between them. After a long, long, argument about the fact that never in a million fucking years was Yuri ever going to call him senpai, they had come to the conclusion they would add -kun to both their names as sign they were on the same level, despite their age gap.

“I’m gonna kill him.” Yuri growled out between his teeth, going to step around Yuuri and burst into Viktor’s office, it wouldn’t be the first time it happened.

“Why? I thought you would at least be kind of excited. Go introduce yourself, he seemed friendly enough, he even remembered Vitya.”

Yuri turned to look at Yuuri, there was no way he could talk to that man… not after everything. He would either turn into a gooey mess or be so hard he wouldn’t be able to hide it.

But this might be your only chance to actually meet him in person.

Yuri was torn, he wanted to run but he honestly couldn’t decide in which direction.

“Yura-kun?” Yuuri questioned, tilting his head to look properly into Yuuri’s face.

“What if he’s awful? After all this time... what if he just turns out to be another one of those self-absorbed, ego-stuffed skater’s who think they are better than everyone else just because they have a gold fucking medals?” Yuri’s voice was small, irritated and he was staring at his own hands wound into fists in front of him.

“Do you honestly believe that?” Yuuri’s voice was kind, just like always. Never judgemental, just a nudge in the right direction, a clarification.

No, I don’t believe it.

Yuri didn’t bother to reply, simply turned on the spot and ditched his things in his locker, tying his apron, checking himself in the mirror… five times, before he was out on the floor. He didn’t go up to the table straight away, simply fixed up the counter, served a few customers and made some coffees. It was only when he heard the very distinct laughter of his uncle that he let himself drift over to the table.

There were five people sat there, six if you included Viktor, all figure skater’s that Yuri recognised instantly. There was Jean-Jacques Leroy and his wife (who wasn’t actually a figure skater but she basically lived under JJ’s arm so she might as well have been on the ice with him), Guang Hong Ji, Leo de la Iglesia and the one and only, Otabek Altin.

Now or never.

“Hi, I’m Yuri, is there anything else I can get for you today?” Yuri tried to be polite and smile but his eyes were almost exclusively fixed onto Otabek’s face and when those eyes flickered up to look at him curiously, Yuri almost choked.

They were warm, inviting and kind, Otabek smiled at him as his mouth fell open into a gap like an idiot but he couldn’t seem to stop it.

“YURI! This is my other Yuri! He is my nephew, he is a big fan of figure skating, especially you. Otabek.”

Yuri was going to kill him, headlines tomorrow will read Man arrested today for impaling his uncle with a cake server.

“Oh, you follow my skating? Shame I didn’t have a better session for you-”

“That wasn’t your fault, you were unfairly judged because of that new competitor’s trickery.He was all smoke and mirrors with stupid music, he isn’t actually a good skater at all, he is utterly boring, you should have won gold, not him...” The words were tumbling out of Yuri’s mouth of their own accord and there was nothing he could do to stop them now. “Sorry.” Yuri mumbled at the end, he knew his face was actually on fire at this point as six pairs of eyes examined him for a good thirty seconds of utter silence.

Send help. Someone please save me from this agonizingly slow, death.

“Thank you.” Otabek broke the silence and Yuri’s head whipped up to meet his gaze, he seemed so genuine and shocked, his eyes flickered over Yuri’s body again before coming back up to meet his eyes once more. It was as if everyone else melted away and it was just the two of them.

“Yeah, well… no need to thank me, it’s just the truth.” Yuri couldn’t take it anymore and bolted, pretending he needed to help Yuuri with a customer even though there was only actually two coffee’s to make.

They stayed a little longer, chatting with Viktor and Yuri took a few chances to flick his eyes over to the table only to nearly drop what he was carrying everytime as he was met with Otabek’s piercing stare.

Yep, it’s offical. I am so dead.

When they were getting up to leave Otabek broke away from the counter, and stopped in front of Yuri.

“I wanted to give you your tip personally.” Otabek’s voice grumbled in Yuri’s ears as he stared at him, offering his hand, palm up and slightly shaking. Yuri couldn’t speak, what the hell was he meant to say if he did.

Otabek smiled at him as he placed something light in his hand, running his fingers lightly over Yuri’s wrist and palm as he slowly retracted his hand.

“It was nice to finally meet you, Yuri, I hope we get a chance to get to know one another better.” Otabek smirked a little before turning on the spot and briskly walking away as Yuri’s eyes flickered down to the note in his hand.

Call me - Otayuri

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sebuckyverse · 7 years

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Lucy’s

Summary: Reader meets up with a guy she met on Tinder. | Bucky x Reader

Warnings: swearing, mostly fluff

Word count: 2032

A/N: There will be a part 2, just don’t know when! :) Let me know what you think of this! P.S! This is a queued post.

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Dating websites and apps had become your best friend recently. Specially an app called Tinder. You create a profile, maybe lie about your age and then it’s only a matter of which way you swipe. It was pathetic really, but your friends has convinced you to make a profile. They said you could use some action. You thought the idea was ludacris, but now, you were kinda glad you did.

You had met a guy. You were a tad bit scared, to be honest, as you’ve never actually met up with a guy like this before. You knew there were many creeps on those sites, but something in you, and also your friends, told you to meet this guy. You had a good feeling about this, but you were also nervous, butterflies fluttered in your tummy.

The guy’s profile said his name was James, a very sweet name, you thought. He also had a picture of him on the app. The picture threw you off at first. It was a black and white photograph of him, presumably, in military clothes? The picture was cropped below the shoulders but you could still see the sharp edges of his outfit. Your grandfather was a Sargeant back in the day and you had seen pictures of him in his uniform, so you recognized one when you saw it. But the more you looked at the picture, the more in love you fell with it. You concluded that maybe it was just a picture taken at a costume party.

Nonetheless, you admired his good looks. His face was clean shaven, not a hint of stubble on it, and a corner of his mouth was stretched in a small lopsided smile, his eyes full of excitement, awe even. He was beautiful, with his big eyes rimmed with dark lashes, aa straight nose, perfect pouty lips that you wanted to feel and finishing off with a sharp jaw with the cutest ever dimple. It all seemed too good to be true. You prayed that you weren’t getting scammed and meeting up with a 44 year old woman who is just bored.

You were nearly done getting ready, adding a few final swipes of red lipstick to go with your look. You took a final glance at yourself in the mirror before letting out a big puff of air. You threw your phone in your purse and stepped into your red heels to match your lipstick. You decided to meet at Lucy’s, a cosy 1950’s themed diner just a few blocks from your place.

You got there early, still having about 15 minutes to spare. You sat at a booth under the big windows, near the back. A waitress came by to take your order and you simply asked for a cup of coffee to start with, even though you felt like you needed a whole bottle of Jack Daniels right about now. You decided to text your date that you had arrived. You definitely weren’t checking whether the guy was actually gonna show up or not, nope. Juuust letting him know.

Hey, just letting you know that I’m at Lucy’s. I’m a little early. :/

You barely had time to put your phone back down when it buzzed in your hands, he had answered.

I’ll be right there, doll. X

He liked to call you doll, and everytime you read the word you felt your insides melt. It was just a pet name, but he made it look like something much more. You adored it.

By the way, what are you wearing?

You blushed at this question, a smile forming on your face. You decided to tease him a little.

Wouldn’t you like to know? ;)

Were you pretty much sexting a complete stranger? Yes. Did you like it? Yes.

I would. :P But right now I’m just trying to recognize you.

You frowned and lifted your head, looking in the direction of the exit. There stood a tall man, holding a phone in a gloved hand, looking around. You locked eyes across the diner and you hitched your breath. It’s like the whole world stopped moving and it was just the two of you. The guy looked much different than he did in the picture, but it was him. His hair was longer, the tips resting on the part where neck meets shoulder, his jaw was covered with stubble and his eyes looked more tired. But still, he was so beautiful. He was wearing layers of clothing but you still noticed his muscular frame, how his jeans hugged his thick thighs, making you squirm in your seat.

He smirked at you and walked towards your table, taking off his cap and running his fingers through his chocolate tresses. You noticed that only one of his hands were covered with a black leather glove and he didn’t take it off when he sat down. You decided not to ask about that for now.

‘’Well hello, doll.’’ For fuck’s sake, that pet name sounded even sweeter in real life. And his gravelly voice, pure sex.

You felt a blush creep up on you and you tried to force it back down. Not was not the time to make a fool out of yourself. You took a deep breath, before answering with a simple. ‘’Hi.’’

As if he could sense your nervouseness, he said with a chuckle, ‘’I’m a little nervous.’’

‘’Yeah, me too. I’ve never done this before.’’

‘’What? Gone on a date before?’’ he joked.

You scoffed. ‘’No, met up with a stranger before. You could’ve been a rapist or something.’’

He found your pouting funny and giggled. It might’ve been the most adorable sound you’d ever heard. ‘’I can guarantee you, that I’m not.’’

The same waitress returned, holding two menues, asking if you’d like to order anything.

‘’Do you have french fries? I haven’t had those in about 70 years.’’

You eyed him suspiciously. Something was off about this guy. His profile picture, calling you doll, you’re pretty sure no one called their girls like that anymore, and not to mention him having not eaten french fries in 70 years. Was he obsessed with the ‘40s or ‘50s or something? The waitress took your order as well before smiling to the both of you and dissapearing.

James turned his attention back to you and leaned back into the couch, ‘’So, tell me about yourself.’’

You stayed at the diner for hours, talking, laughing, eating french fries and later drinking milkshakes that James insisted on ordering. You told him where you worked, where you had grown up. He stayed away from the topic of work, saying he didn’t want to talk about work on a date. You didn’t push him either. You enjoyed his company, you loved the toothy grins he sent you all the time and the flirty remarks he made had you gushing.

Somewhere along the way the sun had set and left a soft orange glow on the city. The diner had grown quiet, nearing it’s closing time. James asked if you’d like to take a walk with him and you agreed. He payed for your meals, declining your money, and led you out of the diner. The evening hours had brought a chilly breeze with it and you shivered in your blazer. James didn’t miss it, of course, and offered his jacket to you. You thought about declining, but you really were cold and getting a glimpse of what was hiding underneath that jacket was only a plus.

As he draped the jacket over your shoulders, you bumped your arm against his left one and you surpressed a gasp when you felt how hard it was. There was no softness there, just plain… steel, metal? You looked at James, who didn’t seem to notice or at least pretended not to. You wanted to ask him about it, but bit your tongue. Maybe it was a prostethic and he was shy about it? He would probably tell you about it when he was ready.

You began walking side to side together, James stuffing his hands into his pockets. You enjoyed the smell his jacket gave, all it reminded you of was home. Not your or anybody else’s home in particular, but just home.

‘’Y/N, may I tell you something?’’ James suddenly asked.

‘’Of course, James.’’

‘’I really like you Y/N. More than anybody probably should on a first date, but I can’t help it.‘’ James grew quiet. Hearing those words made your belly flutter with excitement and happiness. You felt the same way but didn’t think it would be appropriate to say the first time meeting somebody, you specially didn’t want to look like a desperate, clingy creep. You noticed his brows were scrunched together and he fiddled with fingers. You made an impromptu decision to slide your hand into his, interlocking your fingers.

He looked at you surprised, but relaxed quickly and smiled before continuing, ‘’What I’m trying to say is, my work.. It’s complicated, and very dangerous. And I wanted you to know that before this goes any further.’’

‘’I understand, James. I’m guessing you’re not going to tell me, what excactly you do for a living?’’

‘’I can’t, doll. Not yet. It’s for your own good.’’ He gave you an apologetic smile.

‘’It’s okay, I won’t push it.’’

He shook your hand gratefully and the two of you continued strolling around the city. You took James to a nearby park where you loved to go. You told him how you loved to read your favourite cheesy Nicholas Sparks’ novels and drink Starbucks. Sometimes you would leave your book at home and just sit and relax, watch people play with their dogs, lovers enjoy a picnic together. James listened carefully, memorizing everything you said and the way you said it. He loved how passionate you were.

James noted that it was getting dark outside and he had to leave. But he wouldn’t leave without walking you home, to make sure you got home safe.

Arriving to your apartement complex, you already felt sadness creep up on you. You didn’t want this day to end. But you were hopeful you’ll see each other again. You stood on one of the steps, facing him. You were about to shake off his jacket and return it to him, when he stopped you and told you to keep it for him.

‘’I don’t know when we’ll see each other again, doll. I have to go away for a bit, for work.’’

‘’Oh, okay.’’ You couldn’t hide the dissapointment in your voice.

‘’I know. I wouldn’t go if I had a choice. But I promise, the first thing I get back, I’m taking you to dinner.’’

You giggled and nodded your head, ‘’Okay.’’

Silence fell over you two again. Both of you knew what you wanted but neither knew how to initiate it.

James spoke up first, his voice barely above a whisper, ‘’Y/N, can I kiss you?’’

Not trusting your voice, you nodded your head again. James lifted his right hand to cup your face, tenderly caressing your cheek with his thumb. He leaned in and with the faintest of touch, moulded his lips with yours. You sighed as his lips moved in a beautiful dance against your own, both of you tasting like vanilla and strawberries from your milkshakes earlier. You snaked your hands around his neck and pulled him flush against you, parting your lips to grant him full access, which he gladly took, slipping his tongue in, massaging yours. His left hand wrapped around your waist as he held you tightly and you moaned into his mouth. The kiss turned from innocent to sinful in a matter of seconds and you loved every minute of it.

But you both were lacking of air, forcing you to part. James’ lips were red and slightly swollen from the kiss; you felt your cheeks burning and your core aching.

‘’You sure you can’t stay for a little longer? Maybe an hour?’’

‘’Fuck, doll, an hour isn’t going to be nearly enough. But I can’t, I’m sorry.’’

‘’Yeah, okay. Just be safe out there, okay?’’

‘’Okay.’’

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