#fluff only on a yey fic??

[yeyinde]

OK but i need to know if price allows his wife to trim his beard …can you please write a drabble on it to feed my price addiction

Oh, absolutely!! I bet it’s easier for him to have someone he trusts cut his hair for him. His beard, though—I imagine he grooms it himself (too many oh, sir, you should cut it this way—), and he prefers a straight razor over a blade. If he really, really trusts you, he'll let you do it for him, but he's been grooming his beard since he was 28, and so. No one does it better than he does. 

His hair, however? He considers it a free cut.

》 WARNINGS: Um. Just some domestic bliss, really. Bantering. Allusions to sexual content, PTSD, and trust issues (not as serious as it sounds; just briefly mentioned). This is basically just gratuitous fluff. This was written with absolutely no discernible characteristics for the Reader—gender-neutral reader 》 WORD COUNT: 1,9k

"Hold still."

"Holdin' as still as I can, love."

His words are thick—little more than a grumble rasped into the collar of his shirt, distorted from the tilt of his head, chin resting on his sternum. 

To someone else, his tone might be misconstrued as waspish; a scathing snap sawed between his clenched teeth, and coloured in a thick paint of impatience. 

But you know him more than most, and the huffiness of his tone only serves to amuse you. 

(Your irascible man.)

Still. 

Your fingers snake through the overgrown locks on the top of his hand until you have a fistful trapped tight between each of your digits, and then you tug just so. A warning. Not enough to hurt him, of course, but enough that it makes him tense—makes him groan. 

His voice loses the surly pinch, and sounds decidedly breathless—a fact that makes you stifle a grin. 

"Gonna start somethin' you can't finish, you bloody minx."

"Gonna cut your skin if you don't stop wriggling around," you volley back. 

He huffs, shoulders slumping down with his sharp exhale. "Just get on with it. Getting stiff sittin' like this."

You ease off the clutch of his hair, but keep the locks between your fingers, eyeing the length, before nodding to yourself, and bringing the scissors close to the tuffs spilling out. 

The snipping sound of the shears cutting through his hair fills your small washroom. His shoulders seem to relax, if only slightly, as you work. 

You cut the locks between your pinky and ring finger shorter than the rest, and wince. 

"You know," you murmur, brows furrowing as you try to gauge whether or not it's passable enough to be overlooked, or if you'll need to cut all of it shorter to match. "You could go to a barber. A professional."

He grunts. You know what he's going to say before he says it, and you wordlessly mimic the words that leave his lips:

"Cheaper this way, ain't it?" He drops his chin when you nudge his head. 

Cutting his hair has become a small tradition between you, one that started a few months into your relationship when he showed up at your door, three hours late to a planned date with a bucket hat on his head, and a package of forget-me-nots in his hand (seeds, he said, because flowers will wilt and die in a day but if you plant them in your garden, they'll regrow forever). His hair was longer than usual, curling just under his chin, and the sight of him—so frazzled and unkempt compared to how put together he normally was—made something inside of you ache.

He'd rushed here as soon as he could, complaining that his flight was delayed, and his barber quit on him, and all the while, your fingers itched with the urge to run them through his overgrown locks, to feel the silken hair against your palm. 

(To grip tight and not let go.)

The words slipped out with very little conscious thought: I can cut it for you. 

He seemed almost caught off-guard, but the obvious discomfort of having his hair tickle the nape of his neck made his acquiescence much easier. 

You discovered that night just how much you liked having his hair in your hands, and he seemed to realise that fucking you against the wall, while you tugged on his freshly cut hair, in lieu of payment was much more preferable than dealing with a barber. 

"No," he grouses. "They're always goin' on 'bout undercuts, and tryin'a get me to shave my chops, and I ain't dealin' with that when I 'ave you." 

"Free labour?" 

"Hardly." He scoffs. "Gonna break my damned back one of these days, you bloody—"

"—hold still, love," the stolen endearment makes him shudder, but he quiets when you rest the flat of the blade over the crest of his ear, cutting the overgrown hair around his sideburns. "That's it. Good boy."

"Keep playing with me, love, and I'll show you who's a good—" 

Another tug. His scorching words taper off into a growl. 

"You don't seem to complain much when you pull me in for another round—ah, ah—" You tug his hair again when he moves, fighting a wide grin. The plastic handles of the scissors slide back until it arches off the back of your hand, thumb brushing the loose hair from behind his ear. "God, you're so stubborn. You want to get cut, don't you?"

"Trust you not to leave me a bloody mess by the end of this." 

With his chin dipped so far down into his collar, his words are honey-thick and robust, and the deep cadence alone makes your toes curl in your slippers. 

"Trust me that much, hmm?" 

Despite the transparent barb, the tease in your slightly breathless tone, he doesn't hesitate. "With my life." 

"Aren't you a charmer?" 

"Almost done? I'll show you how charming I can be—"

"Nearly. Would've finished an hour ago if you'd keep still."

He grumbles again, but the words are swallowed by the snip of the scissors. An impasse blooms in the scant space between your front, and his broad back. Comfortable, like all silences with him have become. Despite your griping, cutting his hair is soothing—intimate in a way you'd never come to expect it to be. 

It might be the explicit trust he places in your hands when you direct him to tilt his chin for you at a mere tap against his jaw, or the crown of his head. Wordlessly following your commands as soon as they're conveyed. 

To anyone else, such a display is commonplace, but you've been through the thick of everything to know that exposing his neck in such a vulnerable way to you, and so soon after a mission, is more meaningful than any declaration of trust could ever be. The innate drive to protect his fragile pieces from harm often leads to him flinching away from the sharp end of the shears, but it diminishes just as quickly as it rears, and he sits, docile and accommodating, for you. Allowing you this minuscule power over him. 

Maybe that's why he refuses to see a barber, opting to let you chop his hair in whichever style you deem attractive instead. Explaining to someone else why he's so tense, why he sometimes can't stifle the small jerk when cold metal kisses the nape of his neck, seems tiresome. The unneeded opening of a barely healed scab. 

It was a battle getting him to open up to you, to let you invade his space, and squeeze through the splinters in his resolve when it became clear that you weren't going anywhere that wasn't with him. 

The thought of it alone warms you. The ache in your joints from holding your hands still, cutting through the thick tufts of hair, feels like a small burden in comparison to what he's shown you with this. 

It's been barely five hours since he touched down at Heathrow. His duffle bag is still packed. His fatigues are still on. He hadn't even showered off the stench of the mission, or scoured the blood and dirt from between his nails, and yet—

You tap his cheek. His head lifts, and then lists to the side. The smooth curve of his neck is exposed. His exterior vein throbs through his sun-kissed skin. 

Affection blossoms in your chest. 

"Missed you." 

The words are barely a whisper, but his eyes peel open, icy blue finding yours as you lean over him, getting the last patch of hair near his temple. 

John says nothing in response, but he doesn't have to. You see it all—feel it. The vein in his neck throbs more intensely as his heart rate picks up, and that alone is more than an echoed sentiment in return. It's enough. 

But still:

His hand lifts with a deliberate slowness until the pads of his fingers kiss your wrist. He burns red-hot—skin just as fiery as his temper—and the warmth of his rough skin bleeds into you when he wraps his full palm over your arm, thumb brushing your flesh in a distinct pattern. 

When you recognise it, you falter. 

It isn't quite Morse code, but it's something he taught you on the eighth date when you asked if the wordless hand signals were accurate in the movie you'd just seen. His hand found yours as he led you out of the theatre, and down the cold, wet streets of Liverpool. 

"No," he snorted, derisively. And then spent the three blocks back to your flat showing you the different commands they used in the SAS, and the ones he taught his men. "If you can, skin on skin is better. Less likely to be seen. We save it for hostage situations. Like this—"

Blisteringly intense cerulean never wavers from yours as he lets you feel the words he rasps over your skin. 

You try not to tremble with the shears pressed too close to his skin, and quietly pull them away. He watches as you place them on the ledge of the vanity, hand never releasing yours. 

You brush the loose hair from his shoulders, trying to hide a smile.

"All done." 

John hums, the noise a crackling ember that fills the hush in the room, and notches between your ribs where it sticks against your thudding heart. 

"What's the verdict?"

"Why don't you see for yourself?"

Loose hair falls from his shoulders when he stands until it dusts across the tile below his feet. He leans over the sink, shaking his head above the basin, before settling, angling his chin as he takes in your shoddy handiwork. 

"Looks good."

You snort. "Sure. I'll have to go over it once you finish showering because someone wouldn't sit still long enough for me to clip around your crown, and—"

He turns to face you, and the playful diatribe is cut off when his warm palms fit against your hips. It's his turn to tug, and he does so with a sharp jerk of his wrists, pulling you taut to his chest. 

His eyes bore down into yours, mirthful blue. "Yes, yes," his eyes roll briefly toward the ceiling, lips curling into a soft smirk. "But someone kept tryin'a clip my ears, and pullin' on my hair."

"Someone, eh?" You volley coyly, reaching up, and curling your fingers into the bristles of hair spilling from his cheeks. 

At your gentle touch, his expression shifts to contemplative. His chin tilts when your nails graze his skin. 

"You like my beard, don't you?" 

Your brow lifts in question. "Yes, you know I do. Why? The boys making fun of you for it?"

"Gaz said I looked like an Edwardian lord—" you snort at the comparison. He pinches your side. "Watch it."

"Is that all?"

"Soap said they're grabable."

"Yeah, they are," you purr, taking in as much as you can in your fists. "Very steerable, too. But why is Soap concerned about that?"

"Said someone could grab 'em. Drag me by 'em, and—"

"Like his mohawk?"

He concedes your point with a flash of teeth. "You don't think I need to trim 'em?"

"And lose my handlebars? No way—"

His darken. "Dirty little thing, aren't you?" 

"For you? Always." 

"Mmm," he tilts his chin down, and presses his mouth to yours, teeth nipping your bottom lip. "Insatiable little minx."

"You love it." 

"You know I do." His hands tighten on your hips, fingers digging into your flesh. When you peer up at him, his pelagic gaze turns turbid with desire. "Now, about your payment…"

#captain john price #john price x reader #fluff only on a yey fic?? #inconceivable #UM #i promise i'll edit this later #(maybe) #captain john price x reader #john price #captain price x reader #captain price #cod drabbles #cod price #price x reader #price x you

[ao3-shenanigans]

Fanfic Game

Fic: We Are The Heretics Of A New Generation (Let Us Make This World Our Romantic Haven)

Author: mantiscore

Fandom: Jujitsu Kaisen

Words: 21,392

Chapters: 7/13

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/

Recommended by: @lost-on-the-road-of-life

Cannon Guess

Jujitsu tech- some sort of highschool (??)

Satoru Gojo is from the Gojo clan which is super strict and full of old jerks mostly;

Yey parental issues and childhood trauma!

Infinity is some sort of protective technique that Satoru can only drop if he feels 100% safe

“Six eyes” in some sort of technique that allows him to see movement way more clearly and in a different frame rate than everyone else; eye coverings help with over stimulation

He can teleport (???)

Gojo has two friends, one is a workaholic doctor lady who could probably kill someone with a straight face. Blunt and to the point. His other friend is dark haired and similar but a more of a warrior and from a fancy family instead. I get the feeling that the medic friend also fights. They went to school together.

Curses are the evil magic monster shape things of this world and the warrior/ninjas that fight them are called sorcerers.

Sometimes curses take special shapes depending on whos fighting them and the situation.

Gojo fought Suguru at one point; I don’t know who that it is (one of the friends maybe?) but it was very emotional.

There are children called Megumi and Tsumiki but they don’t seem important (to this story at least)

Thought and impressions of the fic as a whole:

Generally I’m not a huge fan of oc characters so I don’t read a lot of those, so in that regard I don’t have a lot to compare Misai to. That being said- I liked her! Some points confused me, particularly the last/most recently updated chapter but overall I enjoyed it!

It was a lot of domestic fluff and the main couple (Gojo and Misai) being extra about each other which was fun to read.

I’m curious as to where the author takes the story and I wish them all the best with it!

Let me know what I got right or wrong!

#ao3 #jjk #jujitsu kaisen #fanfiction #oc insert #ao3 shenanigans fanfic game #ao3 shenanigans’ recommended #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #fanfic #archive of our own

[inhumanescreeching]

in which Dabi attends the meeting with the Shie Hassaikai, and things as we know it, turn out differently

part two bc i myself am invested in seeing how this goes. if it leads to a fluff fest, yey, if it burns down into a shit show, yey. hopefully that doesn't happen bc i want eri to be happy but the fic controls itself so send prayers lmao

on today's episode, we're adding the heroes! jk it's just shoto but yano what's up. logically speaking, the league alone will not be enough to tear down the hassaikai, not w their numbers and funds lol

tw: cursing, implied/referenced human experimentation

"Hello, little Todoroki."

Shoto was not having a good day, but given that he had to intern under Endeavor, of all people, he figured that was to be expected

Getting a call from an unknown number, and getting an answer from such a freakishly familiar voice, might just be the cherry on top. He gasped upon recognition, but Dabi hushed him before he could say his name out loud. "Don't cause a scene and don't call for anyone's attention. Tell whoever's monitoring you that you need to go to the bathroom."

"Where are you going with this?" Shoto asked lowly, but approaching one of Endeavor's sidekicks nonetheless

"I'll explain the details when you get somewhere private so hurry up, little Todoroki." Dabi drawled

"I have a name" Shoto snapped

Sigh. "I know"

---

"Listen up, brat" Shoto did not jump, but he was close. Couldn't blame him, he was expecting another call. Not another person to enter the bathroom. His day was truly taking a turn for the worse, isn't it?

Shoto activates his left, icing his arm just in case. It would melt at the hand of Dabi’s stronger blue fire, yes, but it could buy him time to move, and against A-ranks like Dabi that was enough

Dabi locks the door behind him, hands raised in mock surrender “We both know who’s stronger here, brat. But I come in peace, so chill.” Shoto can see the smirk on Dabi’s half charred lips. Was that supposed to be a joke? He did not find it funny, at all

“What is this about? Come here to kill me?”

“Ah, but if you truly thought so then you wouldn’t have come alone,” Dabi’s smirk grows. “Ain’t that right, little Todoroki?”

“Word has spread that the League is teaming up with the yakuza, what are you planning?”

“This is not an interrogation.” Dabi tuts, wagging a finger. “It’s a conversation where I talk and you listen, and listen well because I’m only saying this once. So zip it”

Shoto frowns, but nods, mouth effectively shutting up

“I don’t trust your little friends in UA and I most certainly don’t trust any of the heroes, but even I have to admit this’ll be impossible with just the League”

“Yet you trust me?”

“I’m getting there, you brat.” Dabi leans back against the door, arms crossed. “I have leverage. Plus, I know enough to understand that you won’t abandon a child in need”

Shoto’s shoulders tense at the bomb Dabi just dropped. “Who?”

“The rumors about the League and the Shie Hassaikai are all bullshit. Those fuckers tried to kill one of us, and I made sure to sever all chances of an alliance.” Dabi shakes his head. “Nevermind that. The Shie Hassaikai’s leader- Chisaki Kai, has a daughter. Or he poses a little girl as his own. He’s using her blood, making weapons. Bullets that can cancel a Quirk”

Shoto’s back hits the wall. A vulnerable move in case of a fight, he knew that, but Dabi’s air of hostility wasn’t directed at him but at the recollection of Chisaki

Shoto’s always had a hard time reading people, or reading the room, but Dabi looks really angry and the room has been pretty stuffy since Dabi started talking. He’s quite sure that was some sort of unsaid sign of truce

Plus, he needed something to support him when the information fully settles in his brain

“How do you know it was from his daughter? Or that it’s a quirk cancelling type?”

“During the meeting, one of our own was shot and he couldn’t activate his quirk.” Dabi explains. “It wore off in an hour, as Chisaki said, but his assistant also said that it was still in the trial stages, so they’re most likely finding a way to make the effects permanent.”

Permanent quirk cancellation? Shoto sucks in a breath, "and the blood part-”

“You know Toga, don’t you?”

Shoto nods. Blonde girl, crazed eyes. “Blood dependent quirk” He says outloud, realization dawning upon him

Dabi hums, searching his pockets. “Four bullets missed one of our own and hit a wall. We dissected it, found blood. With the amount in all four bullets combined, it was enough to transform Toga into a little girl for 10 minutes.” He shows Shoto print out pictures. Slides it over until they scatter by Shoto’s feet

All of the little girl’s profiles, sides, front, back, full height, close ups on the little horn on her forehead, and scribbles on the plain backs of a few. Shoto picks them all up hastily, casting glances to make sure Dabi stays where he is

Dabi doesn’t move, except to check his wrist watch. “That’s about it, little Todoroki. Inform people you know will actually help and not just sweep this under the rug. We’re trying to track down which Hassaikai base they’re keeping the girl. I’ll be in touch then.”

A portal opens behind Dabi. Purple and ominous, Dabi’s backside already eaten

Shoto jumps to his feet. “Wait!”

When Dabi doesn’t answer, but doesn’t immediately leave either, Shoto asks. “Why me?”

Dabi grins, reminiscent of that time in the training camp. “That’s for me to know and for you to find out, Todoroki Shoto”

Then, he was alone in the bathroom. His defense ice has melted sometime within their goodbye, and in his fireside hand, he holds the pictures

Shoto now had a choice to make. He did not like what his choice needed done

He makes two calls. One to Mr. Aizawa, who had the parental constitution he needed for this situation and the advice Shoto needed. Another to Endeavor, to inform him that they were expecting a few visitors in his agency building

Shoto still didn’t know why the League of Villains were asking for help to rescue a child. A part of him screamed they’d use her, this little girl in the pictures, like the Hassaikai are using her now. Another part screamed that if the League were to do that, they wouldn’t have sent the real Dabi

And Dabi wouldn’t have been that real with him

His question remains unanswered even as he exits the bathroom

That’s for Shoto to find out, he supposed. Now, he needed to verify Dabi’s account, and dig up information on Chisaki Kai

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#bnha #mha #bnha fic #mha fic #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #boku no hero fanfic #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #lov #league of villains #dabi #shigaraki #toga #twice #mr compress #spinner #kurogiri #magne #shigaraki tomura #shimura tenko #toga himiko #jin bubaigawara #sako atsuhiro #iguchi shuichi #shirakumo oboro #todoroki touya #bnha eri #eri #todoroki shoto

[khaleesiofalicante]

"How many people do you need to be, before you can become yourself?" - Iain S. Thomas

I'M BACK!! I miss it here!! Ok, ok, lets dive into this bc omg it was sooo good!!!

His birthday is coming soon!! Why do I feel this is the perfect opportunity for some fluff and angst??

“The internet in the future sounds like a wonderful place,” Uhhh... Should I tell him??

“I was right here,” Magnus replies, tapping on Alec’s chest. They are both chessy little shits🥺💙

MAIA IS HERE!! ALL HAIL OUT QUEEN😎

“You can be good at something and still not want to do it for a living.” LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK

Someone give ths man some love and happines😭😭

“You are what my lecturer calls a PR nightmare,” Oh how the table turns...

Fuck Jordan, honestly!!

“When someone says no, you fucking listen,” Exactly!! He is the father of Rafael "No means no, you piece of shit" Lightwood-Bane😎 ik, different au's but still...

Lightwood-Bane family in their first years is something that can be so personal🥺🥺🥺

Please, PLEASE I'm begging youuu. Give is some little scene with the Max and Rafael getting to know each other and love each other and be brothers!! Just a tinny little flashback😭 I need Rafe and Max's brotp!!

I think Alec will thank Magnus' agent for this look 👀

Sometimes I forget they didn’t actually got married until later and it is kinda heartbreaking, isn't it? 😭

Will we learn why has Rafael always struggled with his eating habits? Or smth from his pov??

Baby Max is so cuteeee!! And the twins were just born!!! Too much cuteness for a day ok?!?

The group chat names are fucking killing me!!

Clace rights only😎 also OMFG SIMON PROPOSING ON THE GC WAS THE BEST THING EVER. SIZZY FOREVER!!

Alec is the one who had taught Magnus that he is allowed to have dreams. Not just nightmares. Can we take a second to love this quote? Bc it fucking hits in the feels!

THE MENTAL IMAGE OF MAGNUS HOLDING RAFE IN A BABY WRAP IS TOO FUCKING PERFECT AND I'M TOO IN LOVE WITH IT. IF I KNEW HOW TO DRAW I WOULD DEFINETLY PAINT THIS😍😍

Rafe saying "I love you, bapak">>>>>

We all know that girl would have been so badass and we all would have LOVED her 💙💙💙

All the questions were just so damn funny😂😂

“Right here,” Alec replies and points to himself. “Magnus Bane’s family is right here.” THIS>>>

Rafael is so precious and he is always taking care of them all and-

AHH ROSEWOOD OWNS MY HEART

Holy shit Sammael is here ndbdjsbs

These tweets omg😂 ngl some of them were really good burns...

I'm sure love is great and all, but have you ever been mentioned on Dani's fic?? This is the real deal yall... Seriously tho, omg omg omg jdhsjshdj I am so honored!!! jk Rafe, you are so gorgeous and we all would love more pics👀💙

MAX IS A MOOD HONESTLY

“I don’t have a degradation kink,” Rafael rolls his eyes. “Your girlfriend liked that one,” Anjali is a queen💙💙

They didn't give them a puppy interview bc the knew they would be too powerful and cute for this world😎

Rafael stands in front of his brother to shield him from the cameras, not that Max cares. JUST. THIS FUCKING MAN>>>

I wish we had Rosewood irl to help with the protests against the trans ban...

Just talk to David, please Max!! 😭

Ok, love this so much and now I have to go bc I'm kinda sleep deprived, but guess what??? I have a two week break!! So yey!!! ✨I'm sending the same good vibes to you✨

Song rec: Turbulence by Jonah Kagen

TWO WEEK BREAK OMG YES THIS IS WHAT SHE DESERVES. I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU.

I'm absolutely in love with your song rec and it's so perfect for Alec pov. I love it! Thank you.

And that quote is top tier. Happy weekend, babe!

#tlnd #song recs

[dizzydancingdreamer]

The Runaway Princess | One

Okay, okay, okay so I'm dropping this preview here because I have yet to decide if this is going to be a long fic or a chaptered fic but I have the first part down and I wanted to share it. It's a young Zemo x OC fic (lightly OC? His wife in the comics is named Heike and I took that name and ran with it so she's my own design but with a ripped off name LOL).

If I decide to post the rest on here it will be on my DIzzy After Dark page because I'm planning this to be an NSFW style fic (bc why the fuck not) but this opening bit is 110% friendly to all ages I just wanted to introduce Heike because I fucking love her.

This story goes with the Zemo moodboard I made months ago and finally just got around to polishing. Here is the like to that!

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Synopsis: Heike is a Ballerina and a Princess, but before that she is an object, one toyed with by her very mother. She is to be married to a man she's never met, whom she has yet to even see a picture of (though that's of her own design), and is on the verge of one of the biggest moments of her career: dancing on the Marinsky stage.

Pairing: Helmut Zemo x Heike Petrov (OC)

Warnings: Slight angst, eventual NSFW content that will be 18+ (not this part), fluff tho and lots of it, seriously this is all over the place

Word count: 2.2k

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The first drops of sunlight pour in through the arched windows, painting the glossy wooden floor in an array of sparkling pastels. They hit the paneled mirrors, bouncing off of the golden bar that runs the entire length of the studio, illuminating every surface in an ethereal glow. For just a moment— the tiniest fraction of time where there's no noise other than the slightest shuffle of silken slippers against mahogany and even, meticulous breaths— everything is perfect. Everything is calm.

Perhaps if Heike’s eyes were open she would admire the peace— the way her studio looks as though it’s been dipped in a bath of gold and oil paints. The way it’s just cool enough to keep the sheen of sweat from her limbs. The silence. Oh yes, she would certainly admire the silence. It’s all she’s ever longed for.

Her eyes are not open, though, and in her head her thoughts are excruciatingly loud— louder than they’ve been in ages. There’s no silence for her to admire behind the darkness of her eyelids. No gold, or oil, or peace. Nothing of the sort.

No, in her head she is on a stage. A loud, vast, practically thrumming stage.

Bozhe, pomogi yey.

That’s nothing new, though— that’s her life. Her life is on a stage and her life is a stage. She is always doing and someone— but more often someones— is— are— always watching. Being on the stage is not new.

What is new is the particular stage that she is on this morning. The Mariinsky Stage. The biggest grande allegro in all of Russia. It’s the stage she has been preparing to dance on for almost all of her life— for almost twenty-five excruciatingly long years. In just thirty-six hours she will be performing in front of the world’s most important people.

Kings and Queens.

Princes and Princesses.

Presidents and Prime Ministers and everyone in between who can afford a ticket.

So, her family— her entire family— somehow that’s worse than anyone else.

A soft voice cuts through her pondering but not quite through the dread.

“Mi’lady, it is seven.” Already? Heike could have sworn she just put her slippers on a few minutes ago. “I am afraid it is time we start dressing you. It’s a special day— the Queen has, erm, reminded me, shall we say, that you mustn’t be late to brunch this morning.”

The Princess sighs, the Mariinsky beginning to fade from behind her eyelids. Of course her mother’s been pestering her lady in waiting again. Would it truly be a normal day if she didn’t? It isn’t as if Katerina is the kindest, hardest working, most tolerant woman in the castle— no, that would be absurd. Surely if she was then her mother wouldn’t treat her with such scorn— as though she’s lower than the dirt the country stands on. Only a touch worse than she treats her own daughter.

Oh— wait.

Cracking an eye open, Heike drinks in the woman before her. Scarlet hair, pale skin, rosy cheeks, and a worn smile. Worn but there nonetheless. She opens the other eye, passing Katerina what she can only assume— nyet, hope— is the same. She has no idea how Katerina puts up with the Queen. She can barely do it and she’s the princess. Heike knows it’s for her, though, so she tries her best to be the opposite.

She lowers herself to the floor, stretching her hands out towards her toes. “Three hours to get ready? Surely that’s too much time to throw on a dress and some heels, Kat.”

Katerina rolls her eyes, tsking and shaking her head. “Shush miss— you know this morning is different.”

The princess giggles, tilting her head to the spot on the floor next to her. Katerina sighs but it is pointless— Heike is well accustomed to her pattern of feigning annoyance. When you’re around the same person day in and day out for nine years, you begin to pick up on their traits. Like how Kat rolls her eyes but the left side of her mouth still ticks up. It comes with the territory— it comes with being best friends.

That’s what they are, really. Best friends. Heike’s only friend, truly. She knows it’s odd to become friends with your lady in waiting— it’s not lost on her the implications of such a relationship and of her status— but Katerina has never felt like her servant. The idea of even having a servant has always felt terribly outdated, at least to her. Kat is her friend— her sister. Well, if sisters were paid to be your sister. She would like to believe that the reason Kat sticks around, though, is because she feels the same way.

Bozhe, pomogi yey.

Katerina slumps onto the floor next to her, rolling onto her back, her blue gown pooling in a graceful circle around her. Heike meets her eyes with another smile— this one much less coy. There is only so much that can keep the nerves at bay. Practicing her ballet was helping— a lot, actually— but now that she’s not moving— now that the dawn has broken into a more sinister form of daylight— all the raging thoughts have begun to simmer again. Now, it seems, they are boiling over.

“What do you think it’ll be like?” Her voice is quiet, just barely breaching a whisper, but in their little bubble of mahogany and glass it is louder than ever.

Katerina pushes herself up onto her elbow, her brows creasing together. They have been having the same conversation for weeks, ever since her mother told her the news. Heike can practically hear what she’s going to say before it’s out of her mouth.

“It or him?” Heike winces at Kat’s bluntness regardless— usually they skirt around the real topic for a few minutes, warming up to it.

She supposes they don’t have time for that today though. Not when he will be sitting in their conservatory in three hours. Maybe even less. Maybe he is even here now, waiting, speaking to her parents and bartering a deal for her hand— no. She takes a deep breath, beginning to untie her slippers if only to keep her shaking fingers occupied.

“Baron Helmut Zemo—” Heike tests his name on her tongue. It tastes familiar— that is probably because she has been repeating it for weeks now, though— “he sounds regal.”

“He is royalty,” Katerina reminds, the left side of her mouth quirking up. “Just the same as you, Mi’lady.”

Heike sighs. “Katerina, please— I’m a dancer. A ballerina. None of the formalities— they make me feel… strange.”

Being a princess would mean that she is the daughter of a king and a queen— it would mean she actually got recognized as anything more than a pair of pointe shoes.

She doesn’t add that, of course, only pulls said pointe shoes from her feet, letting her toes stretch and curl in the cool air of her studio. Not for long— only until her fingers begin trembling again and then she is starting on the sides of her leotard, pulling at the little silk ribbons. Soon, though, even that is interrupted, a pair of warm hands wrapping around hers and halting her attempts to hide her fidgeting.

“You’re stalling is what you are. Just as you have been all week. It isn’t healthy, Hei. Talk to me— you always talk to me.”

Heike lifts her eyes back to her friend, meeting her worried blue eyes and feeling her shoulders drop. “I’m sorry, I know. It’s just— I—” She doesn’t know what to say— part of the reason she hasn’t talked about it is because she’s at a complete and utter loss. “I am tired. I think. But so are you— more so than I. So I shouldn’t complain.”

Katerina rolls her eyes again, squeezing her hands. “Mi’lady I am exhausted. Truly I am. But at the end of the day I get to go to my bed and I get to sleep. Just like you do. We both sleep, yes?”

“Yes, but what—”

“It means we are the same— which means don’t say that. We are friends. You are tired. I am tired. I can be tired and listen at the same time, believe it or not.” Kat shakes her hands, bringing them up to her chest with Heike’s fingers still wrapped in her own. “I know it’s hard but we must talk about this. No excuses.”

Heike tries for another smile but it feels more like a grimace— like all the muscles in her face are rebelling. “How are you so kind to me?”

Katerina narrows her blue eyes until all Heike can see is black. “No excuses, Mi’lady.” She scrunches her nose, her face softening from it’s accusatory glare. “But— on that note— you’re much more lovely than you give yourself credit for, Hei. You’re easy to be kind to. So, again, stop making excuses because if you don’t then you will be unlovable. I will stop loving you.”

Heike laughs for a quick moment and then straightens— Kat is right. Kat is always right.

“I’m nervous,” Heike admits.

It’s harder to push the words out than she thought it would be. It’s like her throat squeezes extra hard when she says it, her teeth and tongue acting a barricade to the truth. The words do manage to shimmy through but they take all the energy she has with them and she sags. Her whole body rebels against the notion that she’s worried. Princesses aren’t supposed to worry.

“I don’t even know what this man looks like.” Heike continues, gently pulling her fingers from Katerina’s grasp, curling them around her bare arms and closing her eyes— It’s easier to think in the darkness. “I suppose I could look but there is no point, I’ve made it this far without. No matter what I do he will still be here soon. His appearance isn’t really the point anyway. That’s what I keep telling myself at least.”

Heike mutters the last part but she’s sure she hears it.

Only a few measly seconds pass before Kat’s voice cuts through the darkness, as patient yet as pressing as ever. “What is the point then, Hei?”

Her. The point is her. It is not about whether Heike likes him— it doesn’t matter if she does, her mother has her ways of getting what she wants. The Queen— her holder. Gods, this man could hate Heike— take one look at her and despise everything he sees— and her mother would still, somehow, find a way to have them married.

Heike snaps her eyes open— she draws the line at having to think about a wedding. Her wedding. To a man who will probably hate her. That’s the point— marriage. Status. Everlasting, lukewarm relationships for the sake of kingdoms that are more an idea than anything else.

Again, Heike doesn’t say that, at least not all of it.

“What if he does not like me?” She can’t force her voice past a dull whisper, her hands— now that they aren’t being held steady— once again trembling.

Katerina’s face softens immediately, her eyes losing the glimmer of humor she had somehow been maintaining. It was probably for Heike’s benefit. People are always trying to keep her happy, like it’s some sort of crucial task. Keep Heike happy or it’s off with your head. Her— the princess— the burden. She doesn’t want any heads, she can barely keep track of her own at any given moment.

Case in point.

Katerina holds her arms open wide and raises a scarlet brow. Heike doesn’t waste any time in rushing forward and piling her body into Kat’s. Burden or not, there’s no way she’s about to refuse the best hugger in the castle.

The lady in waiting squeezes her arms around the princess, her words soft against her temple. “That is impossible. Impossible. You worry much too much— you always have. He will love you, Heike. I know he will. It’s impossible not to love you, trust me I would know.”

Heike snuggles deeper into her friend’s arms, soaking in as much of her lemon and vanilla perfume as possible. It’s the only thing that’s ever screamed home to her. She has been many places— danced on many stages— but coming home never meant the castle walls. It never meant anything because Katerina was always right there next to her, holding her hand or flicking her ear or snoring until the very last minute when they are being rushed off the plane and Heike is doing more of the waiting than anyone. She has always had the privilege of bringing her home with her— her citrusy, red haired home.

But for how long will that be possible?

She doesn’t ask— It is for her and her only to bear. “But what if he doesn’t?”

Katerina pulls back, much to Heike’s dismay, her hand slipping under her chin and squeezing gently. “The we run, Mi’lady.”

Heike’s heart softens. “We?”

Kat rolls her eyes, the left side of her mouth halfway to her ear— Heike supposes she should have seen that coming. “You are not leaving me here alone, miss.”

Bozhe, pomogi yey.

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Translations:

Bozhe, pomogi yey — God help her

#helmut zemo #baron zemo #zemo #helmut zemo x oc #baron zemo x oc #zemo x oc #royalty au #marvel #mcu #mcu fic #dizzy writes #The Runaway Princess

[that-little-zebunny]

Feisty little fox and the Trickster

A/N: Yey! My first ever try in writing a fan fic. <3 this is inspired by a cute little arctic fox I saw on my feed :3

WORD COUNT: 2,208

WARNING: Smut, fluff and this is my first fic so I’m warning ya’all that this might not be that good T.T I’m soooo nervous my gosh XD

PAIRING: LOKI X READER/Shifter-Fox

SUMMARY: You're a shifter living alone in the northern part of the globe living your life peacefully and in isolation from the people that doesn’t understand what you are when a beautiful black haired man suddenly trespassed your home and your heart with a sudden connection.

*gif not mine ^^

After going to your usual run around the snow covered field you went back to your cabin and saw an intruder. A lovely man with long black hair and an intoxicating smell.

You growl at him when you saw him sitting on your couch feet up your coffee table. You just cleaned that table! You showed him your snarling face, the scariest your white little body can make. That got his attention and he turn toward you on the open door.

"What a beautiful creature you are, Little fox." He said with the most sensual voice you've ever heard, eyes full of awe. If you’re on your human form you might have gasp on how alluring his voice are. “Is this your home? I’m sorry for intruding I just needed a little rest before I go on destroying your pathetic planet.” He said smiling evilly at you.

You became alert by what he said. Is he not from earth? He talk like he’s not and what!?? He’s going to destroy it? Is he serious? Or just insane? The cold sometimes does that to people.

You again snarled when he suddenly stood up and started walking towards you. Getting alert of what he might do you tried to run away but you felt like you’re being held still. An unknown energy is stopping you from moving from where you stand facing away from your cabin’s door and from the man.

“Little fox, where do you think you’re going?” He said sounding closer and that’s when you felt two strong cold hand lifted you up. You tried to struggle but the invisible energy is still there.

What the fuck is going on!? You said on your head. Your heart beating wildly on your chest when he started petting your white fur.

The calming and soothing sensation confused you. You started to purr on every stroke of his large hand making your eyes heavy, you’re starting to get sleepy when you suddenly felt the invisible energy holding you disappear.

As quick as you can you jumped out from his lap and towards the other side of the room. You started snarling and showing him you fang to scare him but it doesn’t seems to work. He just laugh at you.

“Feisty little fox.” He said. “Should I just kill you? What are you even be doing in a house in this isolated place? Do you have an owner? This house doesn’t seems abandoned.” He said walking around your home. Checking things touching them.

“G-go away!” you said firmly after deciding you need to be on your human form to make this trespasser leave you home. You saw his back became stiff from hearing a voice knowing that he’s alone and is only talking to a little feisty fox he found amusing.

He turned to your direction. “Oh, what do we have here? It seems that the little fox is not just a simple cute little fox after all.” He smirked. “Now I know why I am drawn to you.” He said biting his lips.

His sexiness stole the air from you lungs. He’s just so alluring to your eyes and his scent…his scent itself makes you feel dizzy from want.

“L-leave my cabin! How dare you enter other people’s home and act so high and mighty.” You said your voice hard, eyes angry but your heart…it’s already to the point of hurting. Seeing this stranger awakens your longing to be with someone.

“Indeed a feisty little fox.” He said walking towards you. You started backing more towards the corner where you’ve put yourself to be on the safe distance from him.

“W-what are you doing? Don’t go near me!” You shouted, well aware how you are naked behind your long (Y/H/C) hair and arms.

“You intrigue me.” He said still walking towards you. You conjure your fangs and your eyes turning into a blue orb half shifting to be able to have weapon in case he started to attack. You heard him gasp and his eyes lovingly took in your appearance. “I have never seen such beauty.” He said not showing any signs of being scared of how you look.

“I said leave!” You snarled your voice deeper than usual.

“I cannot do that little fox. Now that you have captured my attention you are mine now. Such beautiful creature. Oh the things I’ll do to tame such spirit” He said only few steps away from you. Not liking the effect his word to your body you attacked him. Aiming for his neck for a deadly bite but suddenly he’s not in front of you and you stumbled toward the couch.

Snarling you turned your head side to side to see where he went but he’s nowhere to be found. Confused you tried to stand when a heavy weight pushed you back down two strong hand held your arms steady.

“Now I got you where I want you, little fox” he whispered his voice so near your ears. His intoxicating smell making your head swirl.

“Let go!” you said looking on the side you fangs ready to bite him if given the chance. You tried to struggle from his grip but he’s not bulging it only made you skin tingle from his hands that is holding you down.

“Hmm, continue that little struggling you’re doing pet.” He growled and suddenly he’s raining kisses on your naked back. Your head is getting light and your breathing rugged. All these feeling he’s making you feel are all foreign to you being alone almost the rest of your life. He continue raining hot kisses going up from the middle of your back up to your nape. Goosebumps form on your skin your eyes closing from the intense feelings. “You taste so good.” He said. The only response you’re able to give is a rugged breathe hiding your face on the couch from embarrassment.

You’re liking what he’s doing to you and it’s scaring you to the point that with all the strength you can give and the fact that he lower down his hold on you, you twisted your body and pushed him down the floor making him lay on his back with you straddling him and holding his arms up your claws digging on his wrist drawing blood.

“What are you doing!? What are you making me feel! H-how dare you!” you said your deep voice shaking. You are having mix emotion from all this and the annoying man just smirked at you. “Stop smirking!” You demanded because it’s making you weak.

“You see my little fox, I don’t know what this is but a certain attraction is making me crave you and you being naked in front of me is not helping.” He said. His voice breathless and you also saw uncertainty in his eyes. That made you loosen your grip on his wrist, your claws returning back to normal and so are your fangs and eyes.

“I-I feel it too…what is this?” you said your voice now back to a more feminine and smooth one. You touch you beating heart with your blood covered right hand. “My heart ache from this. Make it go away!” You said, your voice shaking.

“Oh my little fox.” He said pushing himself into a sitting position with you still in his lap. “I don’t know what this is too but somehow I am brought to you and since laying my eyes on your beautiful fox form you have bewitched me.” He snaked his arms on your waist removing even an inch of a distance between your bodies. You gasp because suddenly you can feel cold smooth skin touching yours.

Looking down you saw that the cloths he was wearing are now gone. He’s as naked as you are and it made your cheek heat up.

“Look at me little fox.” He said tilting your head up making you look at his eyes and you being a shy girl made sure that your eyes won’t meet his. “Shy, aren’t we?” he chuckle, it sounded lovely to you and slowly you moved your eyes to meet him.

“I-I don’t know you…” you said shyly. Every second spend in his embrace made you accept him and his touch. “Why am I having this feelings…I don’t even know you…” you said your tone scared and uncertain.

He brushed his hand on your cheek making you lean on it more. It feels wonderful…his touch. You thought.

“My little feisty fox, I am Loki of Asgard.” He said, his tone proud and firm. “I am burdened with glorious purpose…and I want you.” He said and a grip on your nape crashed your lips on his.

You moaned on how lovely he taste.

It was indeed intoxicating and you want more of him. After nipping on his lips you liked it and smiled at him.

“You taste as delicious as your scent.” You said. “I-I have never been like this. I have never been with anyone.”

“Oh darling…I will take care of you. You will not regret this.” And he carried you towards your couch kissing you more as he walked. Oh this is such a wonderful feeling and you want it to never stop. You thought as he lay you on you couch him above you.

His kisses went down from your lips to your neck. He bit on your collar and you whimpered. Your core tightening with need and lower…and lower he go until his face is right in the center of your legs. So near to your wet cunt.

The anticipation made you bit your lips, eyes expecting and the handsome brut is teasing you. He smiled that smile that looks like he is going to do something wicked.

“W-why are y – Oh….” You moaned when he suddenly licked your wetness. The friction send shivers down your toes. Your hand finding his lovely hair and fisting it. He moaned too when you tried to push him more towards you pussy.

Now you are asking yourself how you survived all these years without trying this out but you thought against it. It was only for him. This unknown want you have it’s all for Loki.

His tongue teased your clit and you let out a shaky moan. His hand played with your exposed breast and being new to all of you came.

“Hmm…such sensitive nub you got there Darling.” He said, slowly climbing up your body his nakedness rubbing on your making you feel hot all over again. “Now, you’re mine.” He whispered before claiming your lips in a heated kiss. His tongue entering your mouth and playing with yours making you dizzy with all those heightened feelings. You’ve enjoyed the kiss too much that you didn’t feel him move his hand down to hold his hard cock. He rubbed himself to your wet cunt and it made you moan on his hot lips.

“P-please…” you pleaded stopping the kiss.

“What do you want?” He said. “Tell me what you want. I will give you anything my little pet.” He said raining little kisses on your face, neck and breast.

“I want you…I have no idea why but I want to feel all of you.” You said. Wrapping your arms on his neck pulling him closer to you. He looked at your eyes glimmering with want.

“Tell me your name…” he said rubbing his pointed nose on your cheek. “I want to know the name of the fox that bewitched me so.”

“(Y/N)…” you whispered. “I’m (Y/N) – ah.” and he suddenly entered you smoothly his huge size making you whimpered and hugged him closer.

“So tight my little (Y/N)…ah.” He continued to thrust gently hitting you on all the right spots.

Your orgasm came making your mind blank and not a moment later he too came inside you shouting your name.

He pulled out from you making your limp body lay on the couch that you use as your bed too and stroked your face. “Such lovely pet you are. Maybe it’s not bad if I don’t destroy this place if it means I’ll have you beside me.” He said hugging you close to him. You smiled hiding your red face on his muscled chest.

“I like that. I love this place too even if it’s flawed.” You said your voice almost a whisper.

“I can see that now, Pet. Go and sleep. I’ve tired you it seems.” And you did what he said. Your tired body giving out. You just hope that when you wake up he’s still be there.

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Thank you in advance for those who’ll read this <3

#loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki #loki mavel #tom #tom hiddleston #marvel #loki x reader smut #loki x reader fanfic

[huhusevenn]

numbers [ 1 ]

• fluff, humor

• Word Count: 1.6k words

• Seungmin x reader

• a/n: another fic. yEy- first of all, thank you @fromthefields for helping me edit this fic! luv u, banana. big thanks, as well, to those who gave notes to my first ever stray kids fic! it meant so much to me ♡ and i thought u guys should know, english is just my secondary language (i'm asiaaaan y'all) so pls expect that this fic will contain LoTs oF gRaMmAtIcAl ErRoRs but feel free to send me feedbacks about it! requests are open ♡ lastly, thank you so much and i hope you like it!

The bell rang. The teacher stood up from her seat and took the whole class' exam folder with their exam materials inside from the table. She walked towards a student at the front left corner and handed it all to her.

"Please get one and pass it to the other," Ms. Kaye instructed, and the student obliged. As you all pass the materials, she started talking about the mechanics of the exam.

"If you received your examination materials already, do not open it unless I told you to do so. This examination's purpose is to assess what you have learned in your General Mathematics subject. It consists of 150 items. The instructions are clearly stated on your sheets, so please read it carefully before answering. Not following instructions will be given valid and appropriate deductions. You may use your calculators - natural, non-natural, or none at all - it doesn't matter, as long as you answer the test. You may use one to two sheets of yellow paper as scratch. You only have a maximum of 2 hours to finish the whole exam, no extensions are allowed. May God bless you, you may now start."

You opened the exam booklet, and you already have no idea what is written on number 1. You decided to skip to the second, then to the third; then, you ended up skipping the whole Test 1: Identification. You feel pathetic, but you don't regret not studying before the quarterly exam for this subject, and only for this subject. You hate Math that much.

Who the heck loves it? No one.

Except Ms. Kaye, of course.

The moment you entered the classroom, you knew you were doomed to fail this examination.  Even if you tried your best to listen to the discussions, to understand what the teacher is blabbering, to do some self study on the lessons you can't grasp -which is everything by the way, except Factorial - you still can't bring yourself to like it, or even understand it.

It's because you don't see the point of studying it. Mundane  people only use math when they buy stuff, and they only use addition and subtraction, which was taught to you when you were still at gradeschool! It's not like you'll tell the cashier to find the x in equating your change, or the exact measurement of the edges of your resume's paper to your future employer.

Despite not studying the subject because of your hate towards it, you know you can still pass it. You just need to wait for Ms. Kaye to finish looking around, and spend the remaining time in sleeping her ass off.

Five minutes later, the teacher is already retreating back to her seat, a sigh of relief escaping from her lips as she plumped herself on her chair behind the desk, then leaned against the chair's back support.

Now's your chance.

Cautiously, you took the holy sheet of paper that would save your grades from flunking inside your sweater's left sleeve carefully, doing your best to act normally as you copy all the answers printed in this little piece. You couldn't be more happy when you heard Ms. Kaye snoring.

Number by number, you started to answer quick. The 100 bucks you paid to the hacker Changbin recommended to hack Ms. Kaye's computer for the list of the correct answers and formulas for the examination was, indeed, worth the shot.

You finished the exam 30 minutes before the finishing time. Smiling widely because of your victory, you confidently walked towards Ms. Kaye then placed your examination sheet on the table. She was still asleep so you didn't ask for her permission to leave the room. You also can't spend another second inside because your dreading guilt may force you to take the exam back and confess the gravest sin you've ever done in your entire life.

So you rushed out of the room, expecting the hall to be empty because students rarely finish the exam this early except for one, and he's currently glaring hard at you.

Oh, yes. Kim Seungmin loves Mathematics, as well.

Despite the small yelp of surprise that you emitted, you pretended that you did not see him to keep yourself away from The Trouble and started to walk away, but he aggressively yanks you back then shoves you hard against the wall.

Hitting the wall with both of his fists on the either side of your head, he trapped you so wouldn't had the chance to walk away. Fear swallows you whole as his tall form towered over you, but being the stubborn person you are, you glared back.

"Let me go, Kim Seungmin," You almost growled, shoving him hard away from you to free yourself; however, he was surprisingly stronger than you because he didn't even budge. "What do you want?!"

"I saw what you did back there," he warned you in a whisper, his voice thick with anger. His glare didn't falter.

Your heart skipped a beat. The scene if you getting suspended flashed before your very eyes.

"So?" You still look at him as if he's the most ridiculous person you've ever seen, and it angered him even more.

"Tell it to the principal, then," you challenged, even if your knees are trembling out of fear, "I would even escort you there, if you like. Let's see how much of an ass-kisser you are, Kim Seungmin."

He clenches his jaws hard, his knuckles turning white from tightening his fists. A smug smirk crawled up your lips when his gaze met the ground - a clear sign that he's slowly losing. He hates being called an Ass Kisser - he hates it with his entire being! But of course, why would he let you, a sloth cheating blockhead, win against him The Kim Seungmin, defender of righteousness?

The whole school faculty loves this kid so much. Besides the fact that he's an active participant in every class and events, they love him so much for being their "ally" in torturing students with school works that teachers usually forget. His classmates hate him for that, "but what's wrong should always be punished," according to him.

"What are you waiting for, Kim Seungmin? Let's get you some teacher's ass to kiss!"

He stood up properly, still not saying a single word to you, and straightened his pastel blue checkered polo with his hands. Looking down at you, his serious expression sent chills through your spine, then what you're afraid of happening is slowly coming into reality because he started to make his way towards the Principal's office.

Curse your hubris. Curse your sarcastic nature.

"W-wait, you're serious - you'll really kiss their ass?" you stutter, your eyes starting to glimmer because of the tears threatening to fall.

He kept walking, and with every step he take away from you, the stronger your fright becomes.

"S-seungmin, wait!" You ran and stood in front of him. You put both of your hands on his chest to stop him, "P-please just- g-give me one chance - one chance!"

"You cheated, Y/L/N. I can't let you get away from it, it's unfair for all of us," he said heartlessly as he lightly shoves you away, but you're being persistent because you grabbed his sleeves and turned him around to look at you.

Swallowing all the pride left in you, you stood straight and locked your determined gaze with him.

"I'll do everything you want me to do for you. Ev-uh-rything."

He rolled his eyes. Of course, what do you expect - he'll make you do a cartwheel in front of him, then you'll both forget what happened? Why would Seungmin agree to that petty deal? That's absu-

"Fine."

Never, in your entire life, you believed in miracles, until now.

"Kim Seungmin, you're an angel." You breathed, hugging him tight suddenly. Grinning, you let him go, surprised to see his flushed face.

"Your wish is my command, your Highness" You said, mimicking the accent of those loyal British servants you usually watch in monarchial kind of movies.

"First command: go confess what you did to the principal." He ordered, turning his heel then strutted away. Unbelievable. He became personification of Lucifer that instant. A loud wheeze escaped your mouth. You bent down to take your shoe off, then threw it to him. He suddenly turned around; the shoe almost hit his face, but he was able to catch it. He glowered at you, clenching the shoe hard in his hands.

"Oh shit," you muttered.

He's still glaring.

"Icanexplain,okay? Isawabugflyingthenitlandedonyourhe-"

"See me at the library after school hours, for two weeks. Don't even think about missing a single day - I swear, don't."

He threw your shoes at you, and you caught it with both of your hands. You're still shocked, and scared, and amused quite a bit, and you prefer not to talk to anyone for the rest of the day but, "I'm sorry for what I did. I know you won't understand but- HEY! I'M STILL TALKING!"

Kim Seungmin kept walking, then disappeared around the corner of the building's exit. Looking at your shoe, you are confused of what you should feel right now. Should you be thankful because he kept quiet about what you did - but until when? He'll report it the teachers as soon as he gets the chance to, because he's always like that. Perhaps, you should be scared. But he told you to come see him at the library - not for one day, but for two damn weeks - does that mean he agreed to your deal? Also, out of all things, why... that?

These thoughts kept circling around your head throughout the whole evening, making you lose focus in painting the portrait of your father as a gift for your Mom's upcoming birthday. You ended up sketching his intimidating and stoic visage on your sketchpad.

It's gonna be one hell of a week, since you're spending it with the moral-freak, plainly irritating Kim Seungmin.

Yet, you can't believe yourself to be quite excited for whatever those two weeks hold for you.

#straykidsscenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids #stray kids scenarios #seungmin #seungmin imagines #seungmin scenarios #kim seungmin scenarios #kim seungmin imagines #seungmin short fics #upcoming au!s for the other members as well mehe #i love him #seungmean scenario hahaha #but hes not really that mean lmao #hope you like it!

[ao3feed-reed900]

by Jillflur

Gavin, an ‘unlovable’ man without a Soulmate. He was used to it, never had one since he could remember. However, that little fact changes when he wakes up one day and realizes that he suddenly has a Red String connected to his ring finger. It only gets worse when months later, an android walks into the precinct who apparently is his new Soulmate! Can androids even have Soulmates?! To make everything even more complicated, a sudden new killer is on the Streets, and he murders people by cutting their Red Strings!

Words: 11697, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English

Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Gavin Reed, Upgraded Connor | RK900, Tina Chen, Chris Miller (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Elijah Kamski

Relationships: Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Gavin Reed is a Mess, Fluff and Angst, But mostly fluff, RK900's name is Nines, but also Richard, Gavin Reed is Bad At Feelings, RK900 has sharp teeth, and red eyes sometimes, Gavin has cats, Kidnapping, Case Fic, ca. 40.000 words, this fic has a cute cover pic! Yey!

#ao3feed #fanfic #dbh #reed900 #Detroit become human #gavin reed #rk900 #upgraded connor

[literallyprentissstwin]

Week 7: Monday, June 25th to Sunday, July 1st 2018 

bonjour y´all and welcome back to a new week of my reading list. it´s tuesday when i´m typing this and i already have like 18(!) up until now, so prepare for an ass long list hahah. 

as usual, i picked out my fav stories i read over the week. please don´t be sad if you didn´t make it on the list. it´s just a little sneek of what i read in a week, this is far from everything i read during one week, these are just the fics i loved the most. every writer is unique and awesome in their own way, so shoutout to all of us writers!!! 

i really hope you´ll enjoy the list & don´t forget to leave some love and feedback to the authors! 

- aileen 

1.) Secrets Don´t Deserve Funerals II JJ by @alittlelessthanfandomimagines 

cute perfect ugh. i don´t have any words bc i´m speechless. thank you for adding a new part, i´m in heaven. i love emma´s and jj´s relationship a lot & i really hope spencer gets his sh*** together! great work :) 

2.) Survivor - Chapter 6 & 7 by @docspencerreid 

ugh okay part 6 hurt me so so good and i just love penelope with my whole heart. it´s so so heartbreaking, but so so good. spencer broke my heart as well. and then, part 7...holy shit. why are you doing this to me? like they finally “confessed” their feelings for eachother and then BOOM. i´m crying. can´t wait for the second part :) great job :) 

3.) It Should´ve Been Me by @tenaciousarcadeexpert 

this was a fabulous fic for my challenge :) and wow wow wow my poor heart, i mean who needs a heart anyway? the angst oooooooo god, i was at the edge of my seat. SO.GOOD. i´m beyond speechless. great work & well done! i loved evrey second of it :) 

4.) Petrichor by @dontshootmespence 

cute as fuck. i love when he talks facts and statistics. beautiful, just perfect. my ice cold heart is happy. also RELATIONSHIPGOALS. 

5.) Nightmares by @doctor-daddy-spencer-reid 

this was so beautiful oh my gossshhhh. the emotions, the angst, hurt/comfort = perfectly combined. spencer is such a good boyfriend ugh and you´re so talented, i´m gonna brb crying. 

6.) When We Were Young - Spencer Reid by @playlist-reid 

aw aw are you all trying to kill me with your fics? it´s only tuesday and i already died multiple times (i wrote this part of the list on tuesday hahah). perfect, golden, a must read. 

7.) Later // Spencer Reid by @spencerthepipecleaner  

ANGST OH YES!!!!! but death ugggghhhhh....it´s still so so so good and i loved reading it so so  much! you are all so talented! 

8.) Losing Faith and Family by @alittlelessthanfandomimagines 

this is another fic for my challenge thihi. god this was so good, like you really had me. the angst was def there and i was so sad but then i read the end and ugh awww my heart. great work! 

9.) What are You Doing? (Luke Alvez x Reader) by @dedeimagines 

cute cute cute. adoreable. i love me some good Luke fics and this was a really good one. also Garcia was pretty amazing in it :) well done! 

10.) Drowning by @moonlit-martyr 

masterpiece. i mean it. masterpiece. you are so so talented, this fic was so well written & so good! every emotion was covered. god, so good! 

11.) A Secret Rival by @abcreid 

the end = savage. also i loved how spencer always interrupted her = jealous????? the team was hilarious. great job! 

12.) Sleepless Nights // Spencer Reid by @itsmeedee 

DAD!REID!!!!! *runs around screaming in 20 different languages* this was everything & more. cutenesss overload. though the flashbacks make me sad, please tell me you didn´t kill off the baby´s mom ugh. 

13.) Article of Faith - Chapter 16 & 17 by @dontshootmespence 

aw it´s still so underrated, GO READ THIS SERIES I BEG YOU. okay so part 16: this moment between PG and Pretty Boy was everything. also the relationship between Billiw and Reid makes me happy; they are so cute fml. part 17: he goes to visit the team ugggh. and also the reference to the donuts and when emily came back omg. i like how he continues to support her and how he nevertheless shows interest in what she is doing although he might not like it. such a good bf. i love it so much! great work! 

14.) Chinese Takeout by @inkstainedfanfics 

i loved this fic. it was so so cute and so well written. the end tho :) great work! 

15.) Coffee by @therealtrashhere 

cute cute cute. also, the team was hilarious. can I have someone in my life who also brings me a cup of coffee everyday? maybe spencer himself? thank you! loved it a lot :) 

16.) Number One by @ionlyreadfivebookslastweek 

you had me at angsty. like i´m always there for angst. no matter what. this was so good, like for real. but please don´t fight babes :(((((

17.) Infiltrated: Part 7 by @stunudo 

i think it was beyond time that i add this series to my list. i just needed to do some catching up first, before adding it and let´s just say that this series deserves an award. it only gets better and better from part to part. it sometimes gets confusing but just bc i am so dumb, but it´s so good. go read it! 

18.) question for question by @uncomfie 

you are literally the queen/king of the derek morgan fics. you´re so so good and talented, it hurts. teach me please! i loved it so much ugh. i love a protective derek morgan and i miss him a lot. great work :) 

19.) I´m Sorry by @xocriminal-minds-imaginesxo 

this was a fic for my challenge and i loved it so so much. the angst, omg. my heart ugh. aaron boi ugh what are you doing? but seriously, this boy is too precious for this world. he always wants to protect everyone from this cruel world. you can only love him. the end holy shit. i did not expect this. i hate scratch. well done! 

20.) target - part two, three & four by @uncomfie 

ok folks, if you´re looking for a really good series, this is it! recommend 10/10. this is giving me life istg. one of the best angst series i read so far. they are one hell of a couple, i´m in love. it breaks my heart to see derek so devasted and lost and helpless, my poor baby. but the end was making up for everything. the suspense, and angst, i´m in heaven. def gonna reread it soon. go check it out. it´s so good! well done! 

21.) Long Day? (Spencer x Reader) by @ourhappylies 

cute cute cute. i loved the relaxed reactions of the team & how they all already knew. profilers ahahahhaa. also spencer is so cute, it hurts. well done :) 

22.) Broken // Emily Prentiss by @itsmeedee 

this has been an entry for my challenge. i gave you my fav prompt i had on this list and you used it so well. omg you played the ian doyle card. when i read it, i swear my heart stopped for a minute. my heart broke for emily omg, how could you do this to my baby? preach you for an amazing fic. i loved reading it a lot. the end was soo goood! recommend 10/10!!!

23.) Happy Ending by @xocriminal-minds-imaginesxo 

cramps are shit, worst part of these special weeks yk. but it was so cute and aww spencer, how are you a genius hahahahhaha. also this convo between emily & Y/N and the sarcasm, i´m loving it. the end was so cute, my heart melted. 

24.) Thalassophobia I Matt Simmons x Reader by @youvebeenwinchesterd 

yes, an amazing matt fic <333 there was a little bit of angst, a lot of suspense and some cute shit at the end. the perfect mix. my emotions were in overload. this was so good. i really liked it. matt is so cute. well done :) 

25.) Please be okay (Spencer Reid x Reader) by @dedeimagines 

angst & fluff = AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. my poor spencie. he´s so scared :(((( but the end turns out to be happy thank god! it was a shorty, but really good !:) 

26.) High School Rom-Com by @xocriminal-minds-imaginesxo 

angsty stuff omg. i´ve been blessed this week. the team is so adoreable and caring and comforting omg. also, I loved Luke a lot in this fic. the end made me swoon :)))))

27.) Have It All by @ionlyreadfivebookslastweek 

relationship goals, for real. the reader is so understanding & supportive. caring. this was so freaking cute. i can´t cope. 

28.) Redamancy Pt. 3 by @xocriminal-minds-imaginesxo 

i love this tension between Ella and Luke. and i also love penny in this story a lot. also protective luke is my religion. this is so good! 

29.) I Love You >> Spencer Reid by @eideticreid  

wtf this was so freaking cute???? i´m shook. like really. was this even real? i also cried happy tears while reading this. well done! very well written:) 

30.) A Reunion // Aaron Hotchner by @literallyreid 

another fic for my challenge, y´all are blessing me with your talent. okay, this was really good. like really really. i loved reading it a lot. it also made me miss Hotch an extra lot more, but that´s okay. great work :) 

31.) eleven blocks by @uncomfie 

she did it again. another awesome derek fic. why are you so good at this????? i loved reading this a lot. it was perfect ugh. the end was everything! well done :) 

32.) Alive or Not by @abcreid 

and another fic for my challenge yey :) this was so perfectly angst holy hell. the open end, omg really???? btw i think i swear too much but i can´t help myself. oh and btw your english is really good, so don´t worry!!! :) 

33.) Jealousy by @boywondxrreid 

this was so good. i love how blind reid is. the team was so cute and supportive, understanding and caring. also reid at the end, worrying about the reader. but i´m happy everything turned out well :) 

okay, this has been this weeks list! i really hope you liked it! leave some love to the authors and their stories. we´ll see each other again next sunday! have a good week!

- aileen 

#aileen´s reading list #week 7 #criminal minds #fandom #fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #love #spread positivity #support eachother

[swtltlmrvlgrl]

Boy Next Door (Part 1)

Summary:  You left your keys to your apartment, so you decided to sleep at the hallway. Only to find yourself waking up in a room that looks like your apartment.

Pairing:  Steve x Reader

Warning/s:  None. Fluff

A/N: This is for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5k AU drabble challenge! CONGRATULATIOOOONS! Yey. I like joining challenges like this because it gives me a reason and an excuse to write fics. Plus, being given a topic and doing anything to relate to that the topic is enjoyable for me. Hehehe. Anyways, I chose the prompt ‘Neighbor’ thus the title. (I’m sorry the title sounds so cliche, I can’t think of anything else tbh) So I hope you enjoy!!

Number of Words: 915

The hot coffee flowing through your throat is probably the only reason why you still have the strength to walk your way home from work. The company you’re working at is handling this big project and you’ve been working overtime since last month. Thankfully enough, tomorrow will be the last day of the overtime work (without pay by the way).

You arrive at the apartment building; felling giddy and excited to finally get that two hours’ worth of sleep that you desperately need. The elevator transports you to the 3rd floor of the building. As you walk towards your apartment door, you scramble through your bag to get a hold of your keys – only to find out that they’re not where they’re supposed to be. You searched and searched but the keys were nowhere to be seen.

You tried picking the lock with the hairpin - it did nothing but prove that the things you saw in the movies weren’t real. You’re exhausted, you’re sleepy, it’s 2 in the morning and your landlord won’t be back until 8 a.m. for the spare keys.

Should I just go back to the office? The mere thought of spending an extra hour at the office and the travel time made you more exhausted. But you are left with no choice but to...

Sleep in the hallway?

You looked left and then right.

I mean, I’ll be sleeping for only an hour or two and it’s too early in the morning so no one can see me sleeping here so...

After a few seconds of contemplating, you sit on the carpeted floor of your apartment’s hallway and you put your back against your apartment door. In a matter of seconds, you’re fast asleep and travelling around dreamland -  totally unaware of the fact that you forgot to set the alarm on your phone

As a nurse, Steve is pretty much used to what the early mornings look like. Aside from the fact that he can’t do his usual sunrise viewing because his shift ended early, everything’s pretty much the same... or that’s what he thought until he saw a body lying on the door of the apartment unit beside his. An immediate (and normal) response would be to ignore the body ‘cause maybe she just had too much to drink. But he was a nurse and he can’t really a lying body when he sees one.

He checked the pulse. Normal. He checked the breathing. Normal. He also checked if you smelled like alcohol. You didn’t. As a matter of fact, you smelled like coffee. He tried to wake you up but after a few attempts and seeing that you were nowhere near waking up, he gave up. He stands up and looked at you.

I can’t just leave her here.

But bringing a sleeping woman in his apartment doesn’t make him comfortable either. It was a choice between his comfort (and fear of what your reaction would be in waking up in a different room with a guy) or your safety.

Of course he chose the latter.

Bright.

The brightness from somewhere outside the lids of your eyes, pushes its way through your consciousness and tries to wake you up. Your exhaustion didn’t give in to its demands and bargained for a few more minutes. The pillows on your sofa were too soft for you to resist.

If your thoughts had a voice, it definitely screamed on your face when you suddenly realized that it shouldn’t be bright. 4 A.M. shouldn’t be bright.  You should’ve woken up before the sun actually rose. You swiftly prompt up to run to your room when you stepped on something soft and ... irregular, and before you can even look at it, the irregularly shaped creature on the floor, it made a noise.

With all your weight through the center of your feet and onto the thing on the floor, you jumped out of the sofa. Since you’re a huge klutz (especially in situations like this), you fell down and slipped on top of the thing. It’s response to your weight on it was a huge grunt of pain.

After realizing the thing wasn’t an ‘it’ but a ‘him’, you immediately pushed yourself up and went as far away from him as possible.

“Who are you?” you asked. “What are you doing in my – ‘’

You stopped for a moment and looked around - you to let your environment sink in. It definitely looks like your apartment unit, but is definitely not your apartment.

“This – isn’t my apartment. Wha – where –? ”

Before you can even add another question to your series of incomprehensible questions, the digits on the clock hanging on the wall makes you shift to a more impending doom.

8:51 A.M.

“Oh my god. I’m late!” you looked at the person that you just stepped a few moments ago. “I’m late! I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” You picked up what seems like your bag and went straight out the door. You looked left and then right.

This is my apartment floor. And this... you walk towards the door a few steps away... is my apartment.

But you had no time to think of anything anymore; you sprinted and entered the elevator. You used the time inside the elevator to breathe, compartmentalize your thoughts and to prepare yourself for the series of screams and angry office mates that will greet you in a short while.

I should’ve slept at the office.

Part 2 (Final) 

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[doorwaykeeper]

Yuri on Ice Fic Rec Mega List

So, this is my own YOI Fic-rec list, compiled from my absolute favorites I’ve been reading during the last three months.

But first, a couple of notes:

Not a lot of angst here (there is some) because I much prefer fluff (and smut), or both (as my friend likes to put it – smuff). Almost all of the stories are T and up, most are M and up.

I don’t do sad endings, y’all. The YOI story is so fucking optimistic, it deserves to be treated as such (sure, if your kink is major character death, go for it, it just won’t be on MY list).

I much prefer the novels, dammit, the longer the better, but there is a section with one-shots and short stories, I just like it less.

I ADORE healthy relationships with good communication, and except for the obvious here, most of these are.

So what do we have here?

A few Fill in the Gaps (FITG) stories, a few Time Travel (TT) stories, two major skating AUs (one of them probably one the best known fics in this fandom) and one completely different AU, One Sub/Dom story that cured me from “50 Shades” (don’t judge me), lots of fluff and domesticity, lots of communication in relationships, lots of social media shenanigans, a few crack stories and a WHOLE LOT OF LOVE ON THE ICE.

The only ships are Victuuri and Otayuri (when they’re older), as I don’t ship them with anyone else, and other ships as side notes.

So. Onwards.

The Novels

Honorary mention - The Rival series – Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches/Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts, by Reiya. Complete/WIP (Rated E)

General: Ah, boy. So much has been written about this series I don’t really have to add a lot. If you are in this fandom and read fic, you will have heard about this story long before this.

Just for the record – a “What If” AU, told first from Yuuri’s perspective (UMFB&MHA, complete) and then from Victor’s (OBS&BH, WIP), about what would have happened if one small detail was different and the result would be a rivalry between the two. One of the first fics I read and a DAMN GOOD ONE. Like I said, it’s the only one on this list with actual long lasting ANGST, but it’s also beyond sweet.

Bonus points:

Amazing world building, wonderful characterization, handling difficult issues very well, and very good writing.

LOOOOOOONG. As in, novel length. For someone like me, that’s wonderful.

OBS&BH has a pretty regular update rate – especially regarding the fact that Reiya is a FUCKING MEDICAL STUDENT, so tons of kudos to them for keeping the updates as regular as they are.

Reiya (kazliin) is very active here, and answers asks and gives us world building and top ten lists and LIFE I tell you.

One of the best usages of Social Media snippets.

Comments:

A third fic is planned, with lots of fluff and extra scenes, which is something we are looking forward to in the extreme.

Don’t skip the music connected to the story, as it is very important!

Bear Your Soul on the Ice, by SassySalchow (diedraechin). WIP (Rated M)

General: At age 14, Yuuri goes to train with Yakov in Russia and meets his idol, which turns out to be a real dork. The story spans years of both their lives and their relationship (with each other and other people), and it so wonderfully researched and wonderfully written.

Bonus points:

Long, and getting longer. As far as we know, the story is supposed to be around its middle point, and as it currently has 21 chapters and 126,442 words, you do the math.

Amazing (!!!!!!) Original Characters, ones that you don’t want to let go of, and can’t really remember that are not a part of Canon.

The skating descriptions are STUNNING.

Pretty regularly updated.

Social media shenanigans – and texting – from before WhatsApp, oh, dear lord.

Comments:

Additional fic (Life and Love off the Ice) always being updated with titbits and extra scenes.

Winter Song, by proantagonist. WIP (Rated E)

General: One of my favorite FITG fics, and one of the best written. It begins after chapter 7 and goes on after the finale. Lots of really cute Victuuri, tons of healthy communication and fluff (…and smut, yeah).

Bonus points:

Did I mention the COMMUNICATION? I don’t think I did. C-O-M-M-U-N-I-C-A-T-I-O-N. Yeah.

Wonderful characterization of all those involved, with extra cuteness when it comes to Yuuri’s family.

Healthy sex. Really. And it progresses in a REASONABLE PACE.

Call Everything on the Ice…, by shysweetthing. Complete (Rated E)

General: Another FITG fic, with Victor being extra insecure and cute as hell while being very bad at directions and learning Japanese. Some miscommunication and angst here, but nothing major.

Bonus points:

The last chapter is extra cute, way into the future.

Victor and Yuuri’s family, my god.

LANGUAGE KINK. YES.

No Less Unthinkable, by rageprufrock. Complete (Rated E)

General: Well, this one is really tons of smut (a lot in the first chapter, less in the second), but it also portrays Yuuri as somewhat more experienced than you would normally see, so that’s cute. First Chapter is pre-canon, second is FITG for S01.

Bonus points:

Wonderful characterization.

Yuuri and Yuri, LOLZ.

Best sex talks EVER.

Quite a lot of crack. Seriously. These people are HILARIOUS. Snap Stories. Phichit. Dear god.

CHRIS. CHRISCHRISCHRISCHRISCHRIS.

Also, it might be 2 chapters… but it’s long. J

Katsuki_fc wrote, by tetsurashian. Complete (Rated G)

General: How Social Media viewed the happenings of S01. Obviously CC, and FUNNY AS HELL.

Bonus points:

THE CRACKIEST CRACK OF CRACKLAND. Really. DO NOT drink ANYTHING while reading this.

People being supportive which is FUN.

Sweetsilversub, by phlintandsteel. Complete (Rated E)

General: Remember the Dom/Sub story I talked about? THIS IS IT. It’s mostly CC (with a bit before canon and divergent from a point), FITG for the sweetest relationship in the world. Some chatroom talks, a couple of Dom/Sub Scenes between Victuuri and HEALTHY COMMUNICATION.

Bonus points:

Did I mention the communication?

YUURI IS THE DOM AND VICTOR IS THE SUB. It fits so well, my god.

The Dom/Sub scenes are handled so beautifully.

Nice and long (you see a pattern here, don’t you?)

OCs are super cute.

The Carnage of the Art, by ExorcisingEmily. Complete (Rated T)

General: CC Post S01. When Yuri gets hurt, Victor and Yuuri take care of him. Some guilt and some angst here, but a lot of relationship building.

Bonus point:

Extra Podium Family - so much love between the three.

TWO PAIR SKATES!

Beautiful characterization and writing.

On My Love, by RikoJasmine. WIP (Rated T)

General: After a car accident, Yuuri finds himself in the past. It’s probably my favorite TT story, as it is incredibly well written. It’s also kind of a tear-jerker, so be warned.

Bonus points:

Yuuri being confident is great.

Vicchan lives!!!

Yuuri being able to be great at what he does, and Victor falls so hard for him it’s magnificent.

THE BANQUET!!!!

Victor and Yuuri’s family! CUTENESS OVERLOAD.

Fluffy as hell.

Comments:

Update rate is quite slow on this one (not complaining, just saying - I know fic writers have a life and whatever they give I’m grateful), but it’s still already nice and long. Worth the wait, IMHO.

Re: Yuri Katsuki, by Ishxallxgood. WIP (Rated T)

General: CC, S01 told from Phichit’s perspective. Lots of crack, lots of social media, super cute and fluffy.

Bonus points:

Phichit is stirring the Victuuri Ship, y’all. Enough said.

Phichit spends money… XD

ChulaCommeti!

From Almaty, With Love, by BoxWineConfessions. Complete (Rated E)

General: The best Otayuri fic I found, where Yuri goes to stay with Otabek for the summer in Almaty. Pretty slow burn, but seriously good read. Some angst (though I’d call it a tear jerker), but worth it.

Bonus points:

Absolutely STUNNING writing and descriptions.

Almaty in summer is described so life-like it’s as if you’re there.

Both Yuri and Otabek are so well written and their interactions are funny and sweet. And real.

Also long.

Comments:

Second fic in the series (Line and Verse) has extra scenes before and after and is just as well written.

Home, by Kurenaito. Complete (Rated T)

General: Post S01, when Victor and Yuuri adopt two girls. Very sweet family dramas.

Bonus points:

Great OCs, well portrayed.

Extra Yuri being a big brother.

Comments:

Two extra fics in the series (Spark to Flame) – Clara tells all (short) and Spark, which picks up after Home and is a WIP.

Blackbird, by sixpences. Complete (Rated M)

General: WW2/Cold war AU, where both Yuuri and Victor are spies. I’m not big on AUs that aren’t skating, but this one is… Just fucking beautiful. Some angst and it can be a tear-jerker, but it’s really, REALLY worth it.

Bonus points:

One of the best written stories I found, including characterization, plot development, pace, descriptions and emotion.

Nice and long.

Yuuri is not a timid little thing! Yey!

THEY JUST LOVE EACH OTHER ABOVE ALL ELSE, MY GOD.

I cried quite a lot during this, but it’s the good kind of tears.

Very well researched.

The sex scenes are not explicit but the go RIGHT TO YOUR BONES.

Comments:

There will be extra fics in the series (Birdsong) to accompany the main one, with more about the side characters and a bit more about our Victuuri.

Turn back the Clock, by IronScript. WIP (Rated T)

General: TT where Both Yuuri and Victor go back in time. This is pure fluff.

Bonus points:

Long and getting longer!

DID I MENTION THE FLUFF

One Shots and short stories

OK, so true, these aren’t my favourites, but these few are still good enough for me to love them.

You can have everything, by shysweetthing. Complete (Rated T)

General: CD – when Yuuri finds Victor’s phone in the Sochi GPF HILARITY ENSUES.

Bonus Points:

Total Crack most of the time (except for Vicchan).

Everything that's silver is not gold, by SassySalchow (diedraechin). Complete (Rated M)

General: Soulmates story, where the marking on your body grows when you see your soulmate. CC and very fucking cute.

Bonus points:

Pretty long for a one shot and very well written.

Super cute, just about it.

So this guy walks into a bar…, by silvercistern. Complete (Rated E)

General: Victor and Yuuri pretend to not know each other and Victor is BAD at seducing Yuuri. Crack and a bit of smuff.

Bonus point:

Well, the crack, and the fact that Victor can’t seduce FOR SHIT.

Also, being a couple can be very comfortable.

Drunk on You, by kiaronna. WIP (Rated T)

General: Soulmate AUs one shots, each chapter is a whole different story. Most are CC and quite cute.

Bonus points:

Not “regular” soulmate AUs, so a bit more imagination.

Lots of cuteness overload.

That’s it - if you guys have fics to recommend, I’ll be happy to hear!

#YOI #yoi fic rec #Yuri on ice #victuuri #otayuri #yuri on ice fic rec

[ao3feed-seungseok]

fell in love

by dimpleseungwoo

"Cho Seungyoun, tell me more about it on our date later!"

 ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴏᴏꜱᴇᴏᴋ ᴠɪꜱɪᴛꜱ ꜱᴇᴜɴɢyᴏᴜɴ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴏᴄᴄᴇʀ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ (+ ʜᴀɴɢyᴜʟ ᴄᴀᴍᴇᴏ ʙᴄꜱ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱᴇᴜɴɢyᴏᴜɴ ʙᴇꜱᴛɪᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ)

Words: 571, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of avec toi je suis moi

Fandoms: X1 (Korea Band), UP10TION, Produce 101 (TV), UNIQ (Band)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Cho Seungyeon | Seungyoun, Kim Wooseok | Wooshin, Lee Hangyul

Relationships: Cho Seungyeon | Seungyoun/Kim Wooseok | Wooshin

Additional Tags: this is nothing but fluff and teasing actually, sorry hangyul has a short moment only, sorry for this shortness, first x1 fic for me yey, how to tag i swear i already forgot

source http://archiveofourown.org/works/20975798

#x1 #x1 seungyoun #x1 wooseok #kim wooseok #cho seungyoun #wooseok #seungyoun #seungseok

[ao3feed-connor]

The Red String Will Still Connect Us Ten Thousand Miles Apart (and to the moon and back)

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2L58F5h

by Jillflur

Gavin, an ‘unlovable’ man without a Soulmate. He was used to it, never had one since he could remember. However, that little fact changes when he wakes up one day and realizes that he suddenly has a Red String connected to his ring finger. It only gets worse when months later, an android walks into the precinct who apparently is his new Soulmate! Can androids even have Soulmates?! To make everything even more complicated, a sudden new killer is on the Streets, and he murders people by cutting their Red Strings!

Words: 11697, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English

Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Gavin Reed, Upgraded Connor | RK900, Tina Chen, Chris Miller (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Elijah Kamski

Relationships: Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Gavin Reed is a Mess, Fluff and Angst, But mostly fluff, RK900's name is Nines, but also Richard, Gavin Reed is Bad At Feelings, RK900 has sharp teeth, and red eyes sometimes, Gavin has cats, Kidnapping, Case Fic, ca. 40.000 words, this fic has a cute cover pic! Yey!

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2L58F5h

#ao3feed #fanfic #dbh #dbh connor #detroit: become human

[swtltlmrvlgrl]

Love and Let Love (Part 1)

Love and Let Love Masterlist

Summary: Steve Rogers AU.  You discovered that your boyfriend, Derek (OC), cheated on you with your best friend, Aleesha (OC). You were devastated, helpless and dejected, but then you met Steve and then suddenly everything fell into place.

Pairing:  Steve x Reader

PART 1

Warning/s: Angst, Break-up, Betrayal, Implicit sex, Eventual fluff (?)

A/N: This is my first series (I only did two one-shots) and second fanfic of the year!! Yey. 2 out of 5 (or 7) yo! This part is just an introduction to the series so there are only few Steve x Reader moment, but of course you’ll be getting more as the series progresses. In the middle of writing the fic, I actually considered Bucky as the cheating boyfriend but, I can’t see Bucky as the type that cheats.  I have started with the drafts for the next part but if you have suggestions/ things that you want to see in the next parts feel free to tell me! (I’ll try to consider it) But for now, I hope you’ll enjoy!  

Number of Words: 1,258

“Any additional order, Ma’am?” the cashier asks.

“I think that’s all.”

The cashier repeats your orders – two pieces of cheese burgers, the other one with extra cheese. Derek, your boyfriend loves cheese  so much, that sometimes you would joke about him loving cheese more than you, but since, it’s your anniversary, of course you’ll give him what he loves (aside from you).

After picking up your orders neatly placed in a paper bag, you exit the fast food chain and you start walking towards your apartment. Maybe because you are too excited to go home that you don’t notice your wallet drop. Fortunately, a blue-eyed blonde man was kind enough to give your wallet back.

“Be careful next time. This isn’t really a safe place to drop your wallets.” He smiled and you smile back.

“Thanks” You reach for your wallet and decided to put it inside the paper bag to avoid the incident from happening again.

On your way home, you reminisce the moments you had with Derek this past seven years. We’ve been through a lot, you thought.  Remembering all your precious memories made you feel giddy. Your relationship was definitely not perfect but you were happy.

Once, during your first year of being together, you discovered that he was cheating on you with some girl at work. The two of you were young at that time, and you didn’t talk with each other for a month or so, but the end of the day, you forgave and forgot.

That’s what love is, right? Choosing to be together, despite of what happened. Now, you’re at that point in your relationship, where eating snacks and eating Netflix is your favorite way of celebrating your anniversary.

But Derek had other plans for your anniversary.

The take-out bag that you were carrying a while ago is now on the ground, as you reach for your keys inside your right pocket. After inserting the key and turning the door knob, you realize that the door was already unlocked. You immediately pick up the paper bag and place the keys inside your pocket and slowly went inside the apartment.

“Derek? Honey, are you there? I’m ho-”

You hear thrashing sounds from the direction of your bed room. By instinct, you immediately walk into the kitchen and reach for the kitchen knife. Then you slowly and quietly proceed to your bedroom. As you come closer to the room, sounds are becoming more audible – and less threatening.

Two steps forward. You hear groaning. A few steps more. You hear moaning. There were a few instances where you can hear loving whispers. You are now more frightened about the fact that the voices you hear aren’t from thieves but from two of the most of important people in your life. Each step you take as you come closer to your room, you wish that you’re just mishearing things and that thieves are really inside you’re room.

They were criminals, alright – guilty of breaking your heart.

Quietly, you step into the half-open door of your bedroom. You saw your boyfriend and your best friend making love with each other – their bodies rhythmically dancing as one. Apparently, their love is too intense that they don’t even notice you standing by the door.

Should you run away? Shout? Hide?

Neither.

You just step closer to them - one step, another one and then another one.

At each step, you wish that everything happening in front of you is all but a bad dream. But it wasn’t. Each step turned out to be a step towards reality. It was real - too real that your body started freezing up. This is real. A tear fell from your eyes.

THUD!

The sound of the knife falling from your hands made them stop. Derek looked at the direction of the sound; it took him a few seconds to realize that you were standing right there.

“Shit!” He immediately tries to stand up.

Aleesha, irritated by Derek’s sudden movement, gazed towards your direction, too.

“What is i—Y/N? This is not wha--”

She is now conscious of her naked body and they are frantically picking up their clothes while trying to explain the situation.

“This isn’t what you think!”

“You’re mistaken!”

“Shit!”

You hear a lot of shouting from their direction, but you’re stuck. You’re frozen.

But then, you feel a sudden boost of strength flowing through your legs. You seized that moment. With the adrenaline kicking in, you start running - towards the bed room door, through the kitchen and then out of the apartment.

You are running away - from everyone, from everything. You are sprinting fast with the hopes that your feet will take you into another world, into another dimension that will take you away from the pain that you are feeling right now.

The tears are clouding your sight and you can’t even see where you were going. You just turn left and then right, straight and then around. You were bumping people along the way. Some would even shout at you, and some didn’t even care.  

Then you bumped into a particular man – the same man that gave you back your wallet a while ago.  You apologized and when he was about to tell you something, he stopped and just stared at you. Worry slowly making its way across his face.

You look away, but you suddenly feel his hands grabbing your wrist.

“Are you okay?”

His voice was calm, but you can tell that he is concerned.

“I’m – I’m sorry.” You pulled your hand away from his and you started running again – his azure eyes still gazing upon you.

A few minutes after your encounter with the blonde man, you stop running, and you find yourself in the middle of a park.  Panting, you stride to the nearest bench just below the street light and you sit there.

You curl your body up and hug your legs, while covering your face between your knees. The weight of what just happened slowly donning on you.

Derek and Aleesha.

Your boyfriend and your bestfriend.

Two of the people you cherish.

Two of the people you care about.

Two of the people you love.

They cheated on you.

You feel devastated. You cry. You feel hopeless. You bawl your eyes out. You feel emotionally strained. The tears won’t stop. You feel despondent.

You feel empty.

You feel hollow.

The heavens might’ve pitied you, because the sky started to cry too.

While you are crying at the bench by the street lamp, the blonde man you bumped into half an hour ago, is still thinking about you. He can’t seem to forget what your face looked like. In your eyes, he saw despair, emptiness and pain. He wants to comfort you, but he doesn’t know where you are. As he gaze at the streets through the window of the fast food chain, with the half-eaten burger on the table, raindrops started to fall.

Without even thinking, he grabs his umbrella and started running.

He doesn’t know where you are, but he feels that wherever you are, it’s the place that he should be too. He tries to recall the direction that you took a few minutes ago, and blindly started to run in that path. He is running. He turns left and then right – through the sea of people and through the pouring rain.

He wants to find you.

He needs to find you.

He arrives at the park, and he looks around.

He found you.

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A/N: I tagged people whom I think might like it but, since most of you are Bucky-biased and this is a Steve series, just tell me if you want to be untagged. And of course, if you want to be tagged, just shoot me a message! ;) 

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#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers imagine #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction #captain america #captain america x reader