#then again i guess i started it way back in the height of the yoi fandom and it has been posted for Much Longer

[altruistic-meme]

twenty questions for fic writers

i got tagged by @irregularcollapse thank you!

How many works do you have on AO3?

currently, I'm at 33 on my main account and another 3 that are under a pseud :)

What’s your total AO3 word count?

166,992 in total!

What fandoms do you write for?

as of right now, i'd say i write for All For The Game, Captive Prince, and Young Royals. i have kind of written a little for Good Omens, but i'm not really counting it bc i'm not sure i'll ever finish it or post it. and i used to write for Yuri!!! On Ice and Hetalia as well, but i don't anymore (and likely never will again).

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

oh man, i was actually kind of surprised about the last two!

the beginnings just another end (Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Yuri!!! On Ice) Victor Nikiforov has friends. He's four time world champion, figure skating god, beloved by most. He's won more medals than he knows what to do with, has more fans than anyone could count, and more money than he could ever possibly spend all of. Only one problem; Victor Nikiforov has no friends. So, he searches for some. And he finds them in a group chat room titled "crazy people talk about figure skating".

(why is there) joy in this poison (Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, All For the Game) Because for as much as Kevin would talk to Andrew about the Ravens, whine about Riko, warn him about Tetsuji, explain to him why he trusted Jean… he had never really mentioned Nathaniel. In a story, once or twice. In passing, perhaps a few times. And Andrew found that he trusted Nathaniel less each and every time he heard the name. Andrew is propositioned at a summer exy banquet, and a deal is proposed.

The Bet (Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, All For the Game) Andrew decides it's finally time to introduce his partner Neil to the Foxes on a summer weekend vacation, but Nicky has a better plan.

running from my heart (Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Yuri!!! On Ice) When Victor arrives the night before the men's short programs at the Grand Prix Final, he's not expecting to run into another skater. Or run into him again. Or again.

Vicchan's Pet Café (Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Yuri!!! On Ice) "It's alright, really. It allowed me to get a closer look at your gorgeous brown eyes." Wow. Wow Victor. Victor Nikiforov, five time Emmy Award winner, actor in countless romances, well-known playboy, just made the most ridiculous pick-up line that could have possibly come from that moment. In which Victor is an actor, Yuuri owns a café, and their dogs just want them to be together.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i try to, but i am incredibly bad at it :') i always want to reply, even if it's something small like just a "<3" or "thanks!" but i often forget to reply for a long time. or at all.

but i always try my absolute best to reply to comments with questions or any that really touch me in some way

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

in general, i do try not to write angsty endings (although i know i've had some ideas for some, just never written the)

however, that said, swaying as the room burned down is still the worst i've written! it does come with the knowledge that things get better, having been written as a missing scene from yr2 which ends better than the fic leaves off, but the fic itself still ends in a pretty sad place.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

honestly? Where There is Love, There is Life. the entire fic was meant to be pure fluff and sweetness. most of my fics have happy endings (when i actually. ended them.) and i do have some other fics that were meant to just be fluff, but i think this one takes the cake.

Do you get hate on fics?

no, i haven't! i've gotten some... sort of mean-spirited comments or comments that come across that way, but i don't think they were really meant as hate so much as the tone fell flat.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i have not. yet. i have one WIP that will have smut at some point in it, but that's the only one i have planned and i haven't gotten to that point in writing it yet!

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

not really. i think i did, a very long time ago, but i can't remember it at all.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of, and also i sure hope not.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

not that i'm really aware of, but i think it'd be cool!

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

that's tough. it's probably Andreil, though. just everything about their relationship, from beginning to end of the series, is so so good and they've always meant so much to me as characters.

What’s a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

the beginnings just another end. i really wish i could've finished it sooner. it was my first long fic, and it kept the status as my longest fic for years. i still remember how it was meant to end, too. ultimately, if i ever even write YOI again, i think i'd rather rewrite the entire story than just finish it as is. but i really don't think i'll ever complete it.

What are your writing strengths?

Cliffhangers. Dialogue. Humor, at least in my opinion. Ideas galore.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Consistency. i have terrible memory and will often write something in, planning to make use of it later in the story, and then completely forget about it.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

ouhhhh it depends. my opinion on it has changed from when i was younger. i think it can add to the story, like if it's used because the POV character doesn't know the language, but in general i'd prefer not to do it (especially since i'm monolingual rip ;;;)

First fandom you wrote for?

ahhhhhhh Hetalia

Favorite fic you’ve written?

without a doubt, (why is there) joy in this poison. it means so much to me i cannot even begin to explain it. and even aside from that, the story itself is something i LOVE rereading since it was written to my own tastes, and every time i look back in the story to fact-check myself, i end up getting lost in the story again and again. it also makes me feel so good about my writing, it's such a confidence boost and rereading it helps me realize why people actually like my writing!

i'm going to tag @daylightsimon @zee-has-commitment-issues and @spaghett-onaplate for this if you guys want to <3

#tag game #also like. i think somewhere a question was lost bc there are only 19 questions dkhgdg #shhh we will continue saying 20 questions anyway its ok #i cannot believe that tbjae STILL has more kudos than (wit)jitp skvhhrg #then again i guess i started it way back in the height of the yoi fandom and it has been posted for Much Longer #so like fair. i guess. but MAN the difference in QUALITY between those two fics dskhskhg #also being exposed by all of my yoi fics. most of my posted fics are yoi. #literally 24/36 are yoi WOW #ok anyway #i need to try and get some writing done this morning <3 lesgo #shh ac

[svtrie]

@hvnlydmn submitted; hi! could i have a male one piece matchup if that’s okay? i’m 5’5, my pronouns are she/her, i have long dark brown hair w the front half of my right side dyed white, green eyes + tan skin! im pretty slim with a larger butt + thighs cos i work out a lot. i’m bubbly, loud, naturally v flirty + my love language is physical touch! i love working out + i’m a huge foodie. i’m impulsive, emotional, giggly, confident + bold! i also love teasing + i’m v playful! i’m competitive, straight forward/sassy + self assured! tysm <3

hello ! thank you for requesting for a matchup , i match you up with . . .

word count; 835

Portgas D Ace !

Now, Ace ABSOLUTELY ADORES your emerald eyes, mans could literally stare at it for hours without even realizing he’s even staring at it in the first place.

It's like?? It’s so gorgeous to him

Even if he’s already seen it a hundred times already, he can't help but be mesmerized by your green orbs everytime he locks eyes with you.

“━So i was like- Ace? Are you listening?”

Startled by his brain suddenly registering your voice, Ace snaps out of his daze, “Huh?”

Your face breaks out into a cheshire cat grin, “Are my eyes seriously THAT addictive to you?”

You mock sighed, “You really cant last a second looking at me without daydreaming huh?~” You teased.

“Well!- I- Uh…” He jumbled on his words, seemingly trying to come up with an excuse.

“You love me~”

“Well, yeah i do” He bluntly replied.

Now it was your turn to feel heat rushing to your cheeks.

May i also mention that Ace is a sucker for the major height difference between you both?

Like, you’re just doing your daily workout when suddenly you feel a muscular arm wrapped around your waist and a chin on top of your head.

You guessed it. Its Ace.

Letting go of the dumbbells in your arms, you wiped a sweat that was forming on your forehead with your shirt.

“Alright.. That's 43 times..-” You spoke out, but stopping your sentence once you felt a familiar muscular arm circling your waist.

“Ace, what are you doing?”

“Hugging you.”

“Ace i’m sweaty-”

“Oh, really? I'm sweaty too, let's go shower together?” He sends you a not-so-innocent look

“Ace-”

Ace would also help you re-dye your hair back whenever the colour fades, the first time was super messy since he didn't know a single thing about hair dying , but once you show him the ropes, he’ll get it after a few tries.

“Hey, Honey?”

“Yeah?”

“Your hair dye is starting to fade, want me to dye it for you?”

Let me tell you this, Ace ABSOLUTELY LOVES sleeping in your thighs, whether it was planned or not, its super comfortable!

Usually, whenever he feels worn out he’ll search around the Moby Dick for you just so he can take a nap in your lap.

You were holding up a conversation with Marco about how the Amateur Pirates kept attacking the Island you were last missioned on and how they remind you vividly of how Ace used to act before  he begrudgingly accepted to become whitebeard’s son.

Recalling some dumb memories of Ace when you first met him, you and Marco share a laugh together, reminiscing the good past of grumpy Ace.

That is, Until said man suddenly appeared and threw himself onto you, despite the height difference, you still catched him at the last minute. (Although, it looked weird since your boyfriend was way taller than you).

“Oof!- Well someone missed me”

“Sit down please? I wanna nap on your lap” You hear Ace’s muffled voice as he nuzzles his face in your neck.

One of the things that Ace loves about you is how your love language is Physical Touch.

We all know this baby is touch-starved so you letting him know you love him and would always be up for cuddles with him absolutely melts his heart.

Whenever you both go out on dates or well exploring a new island in general, you both are always touching each other in one way or another.

Will it be Holding Hands, His hand circling on your waist, and others.

Speaking of dates, expect LOTS of food related dates with both of you !!

Since the both of you have a mutual liking towards food, Ace will search for a food place he thinks you’d like beforehand so once you get on the island, he can just drag you to said food place and eat together!

Honestly, the possibility of him accidentally dine dashing is still high, but with you here, he’ll remember to pay more often.

“Ahh~ That was good!”

“That crab was really nice” You giggled.

“It was! Ready to go to the next place?” Ace asked, putting on his orange hat.

“Yeah!”

“Alright! Lets go- Ah hold on” 

Grabbing a few beli’s (just enough for the food you both ate) Ace puts them on the table.

“Alright now we can go!” He grinned.

You both can and will literally cry at the stupidest things.

Literally.

“But Marcooo!~ Just look at Luffy-san’s bounty poster! It went up!”

“Yeah! And what do you mean we can't print a foot tall copy of my younger brother's bounty poster?”

“Ace, Heavenly, NO-yoi. It takes up too much space!”

“This is ridiculous!” You argued

“Yeah!” Ace pouts

“YOU’RE THE ONES BEING RIDICULOUS-YOI!”

Also, Ace finds your boldness and confidence towards yourself extremely hot.

Like, seriously.

In short, Ace very much loves everything about you and dotes on you just like how he would dote on his younger brother.

Ace loves you; and you love him back.

okay, i'd be lying if i said i didn't have fun writing this, thank you so much for requesting! like i said, i really enjoyed writing this and hope this meets your expectations.

although, i apologize in advance if Ace isn't compatible, although this is only my take on who i think would balance well for you, once again thank you for requesting dear!

note; this was not proofread so i apologize if there's any grammatical errors.

#one piece meme #meme one piece #portgas d ace #portgas d. ace #fire fist ace #firefist ace #one piece #one piece x reader #op headcanons #one piece headcanons #portgas d ace x reader #matchups #submission

[mochikeiji]

Winter Hearts

↠ Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Akaashi Keiji

↠ Warning: TimeSkip AU! Fluff, Angst

↬ Word Count: 2,690

Summary: Traveling to Osaka was their time to spend together. Even though people gave them weird stares, all that mattered was how happy the both of them were as long as they had each other.

⇢ Day 6: Traveling/Roadtrip @bokuakaweek2020

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Winter was one of Akaashi's most favorite time of the year. Before, he enjoyed spring since it was warm and serene. The flowers blooming from his window side with butterflies taking a sip from their nectar. But now he was inlove with the white covered streets of cotton candy and freezing but beautiful winter breeze.

But what made winter more beautiful and breathtaking for him, was having his lover gleem in happiness as he was surrounded by snow that had buried him when he kicked a tree.

"That was fun!"

Shaking his head, he pulls his red scarf up on his lips to avoid getting them chapped from the winter air.

"I told you not to kick the tree, Bokuto."

His shoes crunched on the snowy floor as he walks over to the snow piled male. Looking like a lost puppy, he just smiles sheepingly at Akaashi.

Behind them were people giving odd glances and stares, but they didn't pay attention to it.

Today was going to be their annual tradition where they travel to Osaka every winter for the festival, and nothing was going to ruin that.

"We should be heading towards the train station. The trip to Osaka is 2 hours." pulling Bokuto by the hand as he shrugs off the snow from his body, Bokuto grabs Akaashi's mittened hand and brgan to walk away from the tree humming.

"I can't wait! Be sure to win me that keychain we saw last year."

The last winter festival, there was this darting game. If you hit the the center, you win an owl keychain. Bokuto had won last year since he loved the keychain details. It kinda looked like his hair. He had second thoughts of winning another one to match with Akaashi, but the festival was starting their fireworks show, the one who was hosting it immediately closed down.

In the end, Bokuto gave him the one he won and said, "I'll give you that one since it looks like me. Next year, you win the one that looks like you!"

And that year was today.

The keychain was hung on Akaashi's phone like a charm. Everytime he would look at it the more he found Bokuto's words about it more amusing. It really did look like him.

"Of course, Bokuto."

Anything you want.

~~~~

The train ride was silent. Even though Bokuto was a loud person, he knows how to keep it down. Instead, he laid his head on top of Akaashi's shoulder and dozed off as Akaashi stared at the window view where all snow covered trees moved erratically.

His heart tingles feeling the tip of his lovers nose nuzzle on his neck for warmth. Wanting to get closer, Akaashi moves his hewd away from the window and leans on Bokuto's head. Placing his hand on top of his that were on his lap and holds it.

The last time they went on a train ride, Bokuto was always chatty. Making bets with him on how many animals can they spot before going down their destined station. It was always like that. The train would've had that bright, hearty atmosphere if he were to open his mouth and speak endless tales and games.

Now was the first time he had a quiet train ride with him.

"You must be really tired, huh Bokuto?" smiling a little, he gives the males forehead a small kiss on the forehead, enlightening a smile in return from his face.

~~~~

Arriving at Osaka at exactly 3:45 pm, the both of them headed out for the festivals location. Deciding it would be much fun to go there by foot, they strolled the park that led them to their direction.

"Hey, hey, Akaashi."

Akaashi hums a soft response, watching Bokuto balance himself on the side of the road.

"Hinata said he'll be here with Atsumu and Sakusa. Isn't that great?" he beams brightly at the thought of his teammates surprised reunion, "I can't believe they managed to drag Sakusa with them. I know he hates crowds, especially at night where he can't really see them." looking up on the cloudy but bright sky, Bokuto sighs,

"I wonder why all of a sudden they're coming here. They usually celebrate back home."

Akaashi was unable to answer, instead he gives him a small, quiet chuckle making Bokuto just sigh and cherish the sound of his laughter,

"They're just here to spend their time with you too, Bokuto."

Satisfied with that answer, his steps halted, "Oh? Isn't that Konoha?" he chimes, Akaashi looks at his direction. He spots his former seniors, Konoha, Washio, Yamato and their two managers Kaori and Yukie.

"Akaashi, you finally made it." he hears Yukie greet, behind her were the boys following and gave him a pat on the head.

"How have you been holding up, kid?" Konoha teases, still ruffling his fluffy hair.

"I've been better. Bokuto was really excited to go here so we kinda ran late." he looks at Bokuto pouting beside him and turning away with a huff, "But he was rather quiet the entire trip here." he adds, patting his shoulder which made Bokuto feel warm inside.

"We've best be going though, he wanted to make sure the old dart stall was still there," grabbing his hand, Akaashi bows respectfully on all his seniors before giving them a last glance, "We'll see you all at the fireworks show later tonight." waving, he and Bokuto made their way to the festival.

Kaori and Yukie both made faces with each other along with the three seniors who were surprisingly silent from the whole greeting.

"Come on." Konoha sighs almost solemnly before talking a few steps away from the two males direction,

"We have to set up."

~~~~

5:30 pm

They were finally at their destination. They had to make a stop at a local Takoyaki stand since both of them had their stomach's rumbling. That was where Bokuto started being chatty again and pulled Akaashi to many store stalls just to admire the stuff that were om display.

"It feels like everything is still the same since last yesr huh, Kaashi."

The festival was the same as he remembered. Only this time it had much more stalls and lights hung around with ornaments. A good welcoming way unlike last year which was kinda dull in his opinion.

"Do you still wanna look for that stall Bokuto?"

"Yeah! Let's go!"

"Akaashi!!!"

Both their heads turn, looking over the crowd before they saw a certain oranged haired male run towards them.

"Hinata?" Akaashi grins and shook his hands.

"It's been long, Hinata. You look like you've grown a bit again." Akaashi was baffled by his height. He used to just be a shoulder length yet now it feels like he was the one that got smaller.

"Well—"

"Oi, Hinata. Don't ye go runnin off will ya?"

Bokuto's smile widened as he saw Atsumu closing in behind Hinata whilst he was pulling Sakusa by the hem of his jacket.

"Why are yoy holding him like that, Atsumu?" Akaashi asks, a little amuse and scared by how Sakusa looks.

"He wouldn't move from his spot in the corner until Hinata ran off. I had to find ways ye know?" Atsumu gives Sakusa a teasing smirk that made him click his touch and pinched his arm to remove his hand from his clothing.

"I don't like this place."

"You don't like anything, Sakusa."

The group of males shared their laughter together as people passed by them. Enjoying the cool breeze and smell of cooked food from the streets.

"Bokuto seems really happy to see you guys," Akaashi then looks at Bokuto, who was once again pouting, "But I don't think you haven't greeted him yet. He's getting dejected."

The three males blinked before Hinata grins again, "Oh right! Sorry, Bokuto, I was just so caught up with Akaashi." his cheeks were red from both embarrassment and the cold air, "Anyways, are you two going to you know where?"

"Later, after Bokuto has his fun and all." he can see Bokuto smile ear to ear with a small blush on his face as he chuckles a little.

"Oh, you should definitely try the ferris wheel. Atsumu was so pale!"

"YE ALMOST PISSED YER PANTS!"

"Disgusting."

The three bickered with Akaashi and Bokuto just watching in silence. But occasionally laughs at the other ones comment.

Again Akaashi bows at them, making them stop their small argument, "Thank you for suggesting that, Hinata. We'll go on ahead and try it out. But we'll see you later when the firework show starts. My seniors might've already setted up the table and some goods for us all to gather and eat."

Atsumu and Sakusa didn't have anything to say so they nodded, Hinata gave both Bokuto and Akaashi a smile and patted their shoulders, "Alright! You two have fun! And Bokuto, let's see who eats the most meat later." the challenging glint in his eyes twinkling like old times.

Bokuto could only stare at him and grin, "You're one, shrimpy!"

After that, they both headed up on the surprisingly short line to the ferris wheel. Leaving the trio behind.

"Why'd ya do it, Shoyo?"

"Hm?"

"Ye know.."

Hinata's smile was still there, but it wasn't s bright as it was a while ago before the two couples left.

"I just wanted them to have fun."

And for once as that sentence left his lips, Sakusa couldn't help but agree with him when he saw just how happy Akaashi was today.

"Akaashi just looked so happy."

~~~~

"Holy crap we're really high up." the soles of their feet were getting colder each time their cabin would go higher. The winter breeze getting stronger, enough to blow the baby hairs on Akaashi.

"This has been really fun, don't cha think, Kaashi? We never rode a single ride before thanks to that darting game." leaning back on his seat after taking in the sights of Osaka as it got darker. The lights from below were like stars shining on him. Giving him that same giddy feeling he would have with Akaashi.

"AH! We didn't get to go there." panicking, Bokuto slumps down almost dramatically and sighs, "I don't even think they held it this year. We haven't been going in circles a while back." jutting his lips out, his eyes slowly make their way at Akaashi's shy ones, thanking the mist that had covered his glasses to cover his eyes away.

"Well, I guess it doesn't matter. I'm just really happy I get to spend time with you up here, Akaashi. The view is perfect."

You're perfect

"Actually, Bokuto—" fiddling with his fingers, "When you were busy looking around the stalls, I happened to stumble on one while waiting for you and," fishing something out of his pocket and hearing an audible gasp from the other one, Akaashi gets out a small, clear plastic wrapped keychain.

The owl keychain that looked like him.

"No way!"

"I got it for you."

Carefully placing it on his cold hands, Bokuto can only grin like a child receiving a gift. He then looks up at Akaashi, who was smiling at him, eyes filled with love and adoration. They've reached the top of the ferris wheel and had stopped there. Bokuto slides to his slide carefully next to Akaashi and places his hand on top of his.

"Thank you, Akaashi. Really. You've made me so happy everyday, I wish i could've done the same."

Closing his gun metal eyes, Akaashi leans in his forehead on Bokuto's. His warm lips coming in contact with his cold, chapped ones for a small, meaningful kiss and pulling away.

"You've made me more than happier ever since I've met you, Bokuto." speaking out his love language, he gives another kiss, this time with a bit more passion into it, "You being here with me is enough." for anyone, this moment would be too cheesy anf overly emotional. But not to these two. It was always like this between them.

That's when tears started to stream secretly from the corner of Bokuto's eyes as they pulled away,

"I wanted to give you so much more, Akaashi."

~~~~

"Akaashi, you're almost late! We were about to send Hinata out to come get you!" Yukie scolds the male softly, slapping his back with a giggle after he winces.

"The meats about to get cooked." Washio flips the meat to their side, hearing them sizzle from the grill and their delicious scent spreading through thw cold air.

"Leave the big one for Bokuto! Ye know he can never get enough of that." Atsumu calls out, taking a bite from the onigiri's his brother had made him bring for them.

The former third years from Fukurodani had set up a barbeque not to far from the festival. There were multiple families as well around them cooking and setting up goodies such as flowers and food, but luckily it wasn't that much. They picked out the perfect sight viewing for the fireworks show less than a minute by the lake.

"Here, Akaashi. This one's for you," Hinata hands him a plate of meat with his favorite onigiris made by Osamu, "And this one's for Bokuto. Tell him the challenge is still on going! I'm gonna eat much more than he will!" Akaashi chuckles and nods. He walks away from the group and went to where Bokuto was sitting, just infront of the lake, sitting as he hugs his knees while looking up at the stars.

"Here," Akaashi places his plate down on the grass, "You managed to get the big one this time. Hinata was a little upset you were getting a head start on eating."

Bokuto laughs, "He can't even fit that big chunk of meat in his mouth!"

Taking a bite from his onigiri and meat at the same time, they basked in the sounds of the crickets and the sight of the calm lake.

"Today's been really fun, wasn't it Keiji?" Bokuto cuts in the silence, "Sorry I didn't think of a game back in the train. I was really tired." poking his tongue out for a short tease.

"It's fine Bokuto. I had fun with you."

The wind blew a little harder at them. Bokuto shivers and squeezes himself in his coat. Akaashi takes the initiative and places his plate down, quickly unwrapping his red scarf,

"Here,"

The first firework came exploding up into the winter night sky.

Akaashi wraps half of his scarf onto Bokuto's cold shoulders and neck, sitting closer to him to give him his body warmth.

"Let's share. You were kinda cold awhile back too."

The smiles they both wore were filled with so much love. Bokuto wasn't sure what hr had done to deserve Akaashi, and Akaashi didn't know why he deserved all this.

As the fireworks came to their display, the first snowflake falls on the tip of Akaashi's nose. Soon followed by many more.

"Hey, Akaashi."

"Yes Bokuto?"

"You look really pretty under the snow and firework lights."

He buries half of his face in his scarf as he blushes from the cold and his words, "That was really unexpected."

Laughing out loud, Bokuto was still surprised how shy he still was around him whenever he compliments him. But still.

That's one of the million things he loves about him.

"I love you, Keiji."

He gives him a kiss on the cheek. Akaashi ignores the way his chapped lips grazed on his soft skin and cherishes the moment he has given him.

"I love you too, Bokuto."

Bokuto leans his head on top of his and closes his eyes as the fireworks had come to an end.

Behind them were their friends watching, hearts both touched and cracked at the same time.

"And Bokuto?"

"Yeah, Keiji?"

Akaashi looks down st his untouched plate, the meat getting cold with the owl keychain next to it.

"I really wish you were here." he says finally before leaning his head on the cold, hard tomb that had his scarf wrapped around his name.

In the loving memory of Bokuto Koutarou

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenario #akaashi keiji #bokuakaweek #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu oneshots #haikyuu akaashi keiji #haikyuu akaashi #haikyuu bokuto koutarou #haikyuu bokuto #bokuakaweek2020 #bokuaka #akaboku #akaashi x bokuto #bokuto x akaashi #bokuto fluff #bokuto angst #akaashi fluff #akaashi angst #akaashi scenarios #bokuto scenarios #haikyuu angst

[tokyoghoose]

am i more than you bargained for?

pairing: tetsuro kuroo x reader

playlist: heather - conan gray*, 4ever - clairo, line without a hook - ricky montgomery, melting - kali uchis, slow dancing in the dark - joji, using you - mars argo, she - ed sheeran, make you feel my love - adele, letter home - childish gambino, she's casual - the hunna, i love you so - the walters, notice me (acoustic) - role model, red dress - postcard boy

warnings: angst and lots of it, mentions of sex, mentions self-shaming of image, very breif mention of anxiety attacks

summary: a romantic comedy without the comedy between friends with benefits

announcements!

kuroo is definitely a little ooc in this lmao buuuut this is my first like fic fic in like two years. Im still trying to get back in the groove of things and finding how to write personality again and not be repetitive with my wording. Feedback is welcome!

requests are open! feel free to send them in! i will write for pretty much any anime ive seen and if i haven't seen it, ill watch it! the only reasons i wouldn't is if im uncomfortable or can't write the character. :)

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When did relationships become so difficult? The days of making friends on the playground were over and it seemed to hit everyone at the same age. Life was getting harder and people were getting older, and suddenly everything was difficult. Nothing came easy anymore and everyone had to adjust to that.

But now you were just confused.

Tetsuro kuroo stuck to you like glue since middle school. Where one of you went the other was likely to follow. The righthand man, the double trouble duo, and the bane of kenma's existence. And then things got complicated. Strangers to friends to best friends to lovers— friends with benefits. Who would've thought the boy that you played volleyball with on a whim would've become the man who you grew fond of. Sixth grade you would've kicked yourself for the feelings you're experiencing. Oh how you wished you were back in the park that started it all. You wished you could warn your youngerself what's to come.

The realization hit you like a ton of bricks and it made you want to throw up at the thought.

It started in the first year of highschool when you suddenly noticed the shine in his eyes when he talked passionately about something like volleyball or the way he would furrow his brows when concentrated on his assignments. At first it was endearing, really. But the more you hung around him, the stronger the butterflies felt. It was obvious that he had grown into his lanky body. His legs were proportionate to his torso now and his once scrawny arms didn't hang limply at his sides anymore. He had muscle and height now. Gradually you started to notice little things about him that you would never have seen in other people. Like his lopsidded smile that crinkled the corner of his eyes and brought heat to your cheeks, your stomach launching into your chest when he'd bump shoulders and laugh.

You should've just smacked yourself silly then and there when you started to wonder if he noticed little things about you. Does he think of me like i think of him?

Who knew feelings could be so...perplexing. You moved on, shrugging off the crush in your second year to catch bigger and better fish in the sea. Life moved on and you dated other people, simply remaining friends with kuroo. Little did you know one heartbreak would lead you into his bed, playing in the sheets by the end of the year.

He was just so damn compelling. His laughter and his jokes. You fell for it all over again. Deja vu. Stupid kuroo.

———

The third of highschool had been the breaking point. It was a constant cycle of feeling, fucking, and falling in and out of love with the raven haired boy. It was frustrating, especially when he was so damn oblivious. The only person that seemed to catch on was kenma, but he was very little help when it came to pushing away the domestic thoughts. It would never just work out because you wanted it to because tetsuro was dumb.

It's a chilly day out, the sun nice against your skin but the wind was drastic in comparison. Shivers are sent up and down your spine, you wrap your arms around yourself in a hug. Could this boy take any longer? Foot tapping against the pavement, you heave a sigh, nostils flaring impatiently before you spot the tall athlete. With a girl. A girl?

You'd seen her around before and you vaguely remember thinking she resembled the main love interest in a 90s movie or a bratz doll. She's pretty and has a light, airy laugh. Kuroo must've told her a joke of some kind, but he definitely wasn't funny enough for her to have her hands all over his chest. He's giving her a toothy grin and soft eyes. It makes you want to gag.

Who was she anyway?

Not that it mattered because in that moment the fit of rage your body suddenly flug itself into prevented you from hearing anything. Kuroo's pulling off his pullover and drapping it over the pretty girl's shoulders. You can feel your eye twitch and fibgers tingle. He looks bashful as he waves her goodbye and tragically, you don't feel nearly as pretty as you had been feeling. Now all you wanted to do was sink into the ground below you and possibly into another dimension—or at least the other side of the world.

"She's pretty," is the first thing that comes out of your mouth when he comes over, slouching with his hands in the pockets of his shorts. He had practice this afternoon, you remember. He looks over at you with raised brows, almost like he's surprised yoy said anything or even noticed he was talking to another girl before walking towards the gym with you trailing close behind.

"Yeah she is, I guess."

She's prettier than me.

"You guess? Kuroo, you gave her your sweater."

He shrugs sheepishly, a light pink dusting his cheeks and it makes you mad of uncharacteristic the act is. You resist the urge to roll your eyes.

"It's just polyester. It's not a big deal."

The conversation suddenly drops as you pause, apparently very hurt that he didn't remember it was you who gave him the sweater in the first place. He turns around, a questioning look on his face.

"What? Are you jealous?" He teases.

You're fuming at his attempt to be playful. Maybe you were overreacting, but it pangs your chest to know he can brush it off so easily.

" Kuroo, that was my sweater. "

It's gritted through your teeth, eyes slotted into a glare and his face drops. Oh is all he can think as he stares at you and the hurt expression that quickly turns into that of annoyance and anger. You push past him, ultimately deciding not to walk him to the gym. His arm reaches out to catch you, but it falls short as he calls out in a whine, "I'll get it back for you, okay? Come on, y/n!"

———

You can't focus on the assignments in front of you no matter how hard you try. You are exsausted. Just wanting to crawl under the covers and sleep for maybe a thousand years, you stop tapping your oen against the paper to hyperfocus on the black dots that now littered the page. The music in the background pauses before coming back to life with the hum of a new song shuffling in. It's quiet and yet, it's overwhelming. You wish you weren't home alone now.

Hanging your head low on your desk, the carpet becoming of interest, you groan. The image of kuroo and that girl replaying in your head over and over like an endless movie. You'd have to give it a bad review if it ever ended.

You're focus is mainly on her though. Kuroo could get any girl he wants with his witt and charm. Not to mention he wasn't jusf handsome, but he's beautiful. Model material—movie character love interest type beat. He has the ability to make any heart swoon if he tries hadd enough, and that girl was no exception. She was more than pretty. She was stunning, even. It was like watching human barbie and ken flirt with one another. She seems so nice too and you can vaguely remember her helping you wish a couple answers on homework one morning. She's better than you and better for him. Is he sleeping with her too? Before you can answer your own question the doorbell rings, quickly followed by a knock at your door.

You look down at your pajamas, debating if you should pull on your robe or not, but ultimately deciding against it when the knocks come again.

"Im coming, I'm coming. What do you wan- kuroo?"

When you open the door, you immediately get the urge to shut it right in his perfect little face, and you begin to before his hand slams against it in protest to push it open wider. He juts out his lip into a pout and his eyes soften into ones pleading like a puppy dog. You huff and avoid eye contact, instead taking intrest in the bad he was carrying.

"What's that?"

"Stuff. I'd be happy to show you if you let me in."

"Sorry, tetsuro, no can do. You haven't returned my sweater. "

He scoffs and rolls his eyes before shoving something bulky into your arms. You're not sure if you should be happy he actually got it back or upset that he had to see her again to get it. Finally looking up at him, you move to the side so he can step in.

"You know, you don't have to be jealous that i gave another girl a sweater. You're my number one, y/n." He's teasing, but his words still send the butterflies in your stomach crazy. You can only hope he means it, even if just a little.

"I'm not jealous. You can sleep with whoever you want, kuroo. We're just best friends—if anything im your wingman. "

You want to hit yourself on the head. Why would you say that?

He snickers at the rebuttle, coming to loom over you. Apparently the only thing that can get you out of your head is his cologne because it somehow invaded your senses. He smells expensive, like nice leather and fire wood during the winter. It's very manly, you note. His shadow hovers over yours as he traps you between him and the counter with a playful smirk on his face. How smug could he get. He leans down, bringing your chin up between his thumb and finger. You hadn't realized how close he was until now. Since when did you get so nervous around him? Why did it make you nervous when he kissed you all of a sudden? It's unfair that he holds the advantage. Heat rises to your cheeks and the tips of your ears and you're positive he can hear the beating of your heart, which was currently trying to break out of your chest.

His lips take you to paradise, as always. Their soft against your own, yet firm. They're slightly chapped and they taste like spearmint. It makes your head fuzzy because they feel so right, even when you wish they felt wrong. You want to pull away and kick him out, and end thjs whole arrangement, but you're already very familiar with the fact it's just beginning.

———

The bed is warm. So warm, in fact, it feels like your suffocating. The sheets tangle around your limbs, strangling you as you tangle your limbs around kuroos. You almost want to cry, and if you were anywhere else— with anyone else —you probably would have. The heat is unbearable and the one sided tension makes your stomach churn and your throat tighten up. You were almost positve an anxiety attack was coming on.

Taking a deep breath through your nose, you close your eyes as kuroo's nimble fingers soothe circles into your shoulder blade idly and yet somehow he manages to dodge the purple and red splotches blooming on the flesh. Suddenly you wish you didn't feel so safe and protected in his embrace. The moment almost tempts you to whisper sweet nothings into his ear, but you don't deserve to be the person who does that because you aren't his person. Best friend, maybe (next to Kenma, if anything) but, you aren't his person no matter how you long to be. You're just a friend in his bed having a good time. It isn't as fun anymore.

You swallow a lump in your throat, flattening your hand against his broad chest and willing yourself to lift up out of his grasp, his fingers falling smoothly to stop between your shoulder blades. Looking down at him, he presents you with the soft, goofy look on his face that he always adorns. God, there's nothing you wouldn't give to wake up beside him every morning and kiss that lopsided grin off his face. It hurts to think about, and another wave of tears try to force their way past your lash line. You blink them away and put on a soft, one-sided smile for the man below you, giving him a quick peck where his jaw and neck meet before shrugging his hands off and climbing out of bed.

His eyes track you, lazily hooded and watching, as you take the sheet with you to cover yourself, grabbing your shorts and whatever top you were wearing but a few hours ago before everything was strewn about. You shy away from his gaze, but it's nothing he hasn't seen before. He shifts in the bed to face your back, elbow propped up to lay his head in his hand. With an uncharacteristically soft tone, you almosf don't head him when he speaks. The words that come from him are like honey, yet raw. It's enough to make anyones knees buckle and crawl back into bed.

"Are you okay?"

There's a slight hint of concern there, just hardlg scrapping the surface of the question. You nod with a hum, throwing on the loose shirt before facing him. Kuroo's brow raises like he doesn't quite believe you, but he doesn't take the question further and instead turns to get out of bed. You gnaw at your lip, taking your turn to watch him stretch out. His back has red streaks messily placed down it from his shoulders to the base, his biceps matching. His hair is messy and not like the normal bed head he sports, parts of it are spiked up from fingers constantly pushing through it, while other parts are laid flat from sweat. You can't help the thought that he's sculpted by the gods. They definitely took their time on him. Scoffing at yourself and shaking the thoughts free from your head, you head to the bathroom. As if the bed wasn't suffocating enough, just being the same room was found to be worse when he looks like that. At this point, it was preferred he stayed under the covers.

You feel stupid while looking in the mirror. Your mascara from earlier had smudged beneath your waterline, clumping together in the corner. Your nose curls at the sight, hands splashing cool water at your face, rubbing at your eyes. With a sigh you lean your elbows on the sink, pushing back hair and looking down at the water going into the drain.

This is ridiculous.

How on earth could you do this to yourself and to kuroo?

There's a knock on the bathroom door, it's light and gentle in the typical kuroo fashion because he doesn't want to spook you. You purse your lips, digging the palms of your hands into your eyes and heaving a sigh. As soon as you open the door and switch places, you're up and out of his apartment without saying goodbye.

The cool air of outside hits your face and you hadn't noticed the tears until the damp chill shook you. Brushing them away, you head home. You didn't want to be around him and you certainly didn't want to think about him. On the way back, you finally decided you weren't going to tell him anything. What would dumb tetsuro know about it anyway.

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kinktober: day 21

day 21: washing

y’all know lucky’s cinderella AU, so thank you @midnightluck for letting me play in your sandbox; anon who requested cinderella!AU I don’t know if this is what you wanted at all but uh, have some uniform/class/service kink 

“This is,” Ace hissed, “the royal bath.”

Even though Sabo had been conscientious enough to leave his boots at the entrance, there was still a trail of dirty footprints following him from the door. He bared his teeth at the creamy marble underneath.

“Yeah, Ace, I've noticed.”

“What are we even meant to do in here?” Ace was externalizing all the unease and distrust Sabo was choosing to keep under wraps, glancing agitatedly about and pacing around. But not pacing too far—he stuck within the perimeter of two square flagstones lining the floor, and Sabo watched as the soot gradually darkened in the shape of a rectangle. “Can we—Fuck it, let's just steal some water and get out.”

“You don't have to steal anything yoi, just bathe here,” came a familiar voice from the side door, its amusement echoing through the bath chamber. Marco came into view, dressed already for his birthday ceremony. As crown prince, there were all sorts of appearances he was expected to make on this big day, and apparently it began with this: a stiff purple coat with double-breasted gold buttons, a black leather belt cinching the waistline, a thinner one running across the torso, military stars and the family crest pinned to the chest, shimmering braided chords draped over a tricep. Trousers pressed with neat sharp lines, unflinching leather boots.

At Sabo and Ace's wide-eyed staring, he immediately held up his palms in apologetic recognition.

“It's a lot, I know.”

“Yeah,” Sabo heard himself say, “we were definitely just about to complain about how you look.”

“Cheers,” Marco acknowledged with a snort. He was quick to unravel the belts and shed the coat (Sabo may or may not have heard a soft sound of protest from Ace), then sat down on a dry bench to shed his boots. Most of his glitz laid aside though, Marco still looked every bit of the regal prince, tie done up and the collar of his shirt in perfect geometry. His bare feet stepped familiarly onto the flagstones that marked the beginning of the bathing space. “Well, in an effort to make sure nobody complains about how any of us look tonight yoi, let's get you both cleaned up. Unless...?

“No, no we'll still be going,” Ace piped up, quick to assuage Marco's concerns. He glanced down though, picking self-consciously at his servant's tunic, one that he definitely nicked from Sabo. Neither owners had ever been too precious with it (which was absolutely the point, Sabo thought, why have a shirt you couldn't even work in), and it showed. “We want to support you, y'know? But we just, I guess we're kind of...”

“Misled?” Sabo filled in with a scowl. “Why did Thatch tell us to get in the royal baths?”

“Well, it was closer I guess,” Marco blinked. “And you two are technically royalty and all—”

“Yeah,” Ace said, “but we don't really know how to—”

“—bathe?”

“Bathe here,” Sabo snapped. “Jerk.”

Along with the steam from the ever-warm bathing pool, something rigid and uncomfortable suffused the air. Marco slowly, fully took in the distraught expressions on Ace and Sabo's faces, and his smile cleared into something a little more serious.

“Ah, I see.” A self-effacing little quirk of the head and Marco was making his way to the hot water. The casual way he strolled through the palatial space (like he owned it—because he did) and rolled up his crisp shirt sleeves that somebody else ironed and starched for him only served to piss Sabo off even more. Made Sabo feel that much more insecure. “My apologies, I should've been more considerate yoi. There is a sort of specific way to do things in here.”

“Is it called getting servants to do it for you?”

“Sabo...” Ace sounded reluctantly chiding—keyword, reluctantly. He knew exactly what was going through Sabo's mind and getting Sabo's hackles up. Marco though, didn't really react, just crouched down and pulled two little wooden stools out from under the lip of the bath. He slid them nearer to Sabo and Ace, then pulled out a relatively big basin as well, with a little ladle tumbling about inside. In calm, certain motions, Marco filled the basin with water from the bath and poured in some fragrant soapy solution, giving it a quick swirl with his free hand.

Then he turned on his heel, looked right at Ace, then Sabo.

“I could call in some servants for you,” Marco said, crossing the flagstones. As he passed the stools, he set the basin down in between them. “But I get the feeling neither of you really want that.”

“Look,” Sabo sighed in exasperation, “we can just go back to the servants baths and do this, okay? Like we've always done—”

“Sure you can yoi. Or—” Pausing squarely in front of Sabo, Marco, with a meaningful look, lifted his hands to the top button of Sabo's shirt. “Allow me. My prince.”

Sabo bit down hard on the inside of his cheek. There were so many things he could say, some angry, some scoffing, all of them rejections. He drew blood instead and swallowed it with saliva. Looked instead to Ace for guidance.

Ace's expression was... strange. On one hand there was the daring, beautiful rejection of protocol he's always worn so well, sitting right underneath the day's dirt and soot. There was the matching tension in his knuckles, the anger to demolish the extravagance and lavishness that surrounded them that Sabo found so resonant.

But at the same time there was the helpless softness in his eyes for Marco, the bone-deep certainty that whatever unpleasantness scorched at their nerves, Marco wasn't the enemy here. Furthermore, there was the speculative angle in the tilt of his chin, an allured curiosity for what Marco was offering here.

Drinking all that in, Sabo made his decision. He lifted his chin, and let the curl of his lips go haughty.

“Go on then,” he said, throat bared so vulnerably to Marco. Marco the Crown Prince, the legendary top warrior of his father's kingdom, whom Sabo has seen fight in Impel Down and knew lived up to the legend. Marco, who's left all the medals and epaulettes hanging by the side door and offered to serve. “Attend us.”

A smile bloomed on Marco's face, so gracious and genuine that Sabo had to look away, heart pounding condemningly loud. Even as children, it was this precise smile that changed Sabo's life. Even after crawling through rosebush thorns, pinpricks scoring through his expensive shirt and across his skin, Marco's only ever had that smile for him.

He said you were pretty.

Sabo gritted his teeth when his side with all the scars became exposed to the swirling bathhouse steam. Marco's hands didn't linger on them though—didn't linger anywhere. He drew off Sabo's shirt with professional ease then started unbuttoning Sabo's pants. He didn't let the trousers fall, instead guided them down like they weren't frayed and stained with age and grime. His own trousers—the expensive ones, thick and pressed—kneeled right onto the damp floor tiles.

“You—” But Sabo shut himself up, because why would he protest? They were just pants for crying out loud, and it's not like Marco harvested and weaved and sewed them himself. And it was just water; a bit of sun will get the dark stains now around the knees right out. There really was no need to protest.

Marco smiled at him again like he was kind, gathering Sabo's shirt, trousers, and undergarments over the crook of one arm (those dirty clothes smearing immediately across the neat white fold of his shirt cuff). Standing up with nary a blink at the state of his own pants (nor at what removing Sabo's pants had revealed, which Sabo was absolutely not disappointed by), Marco now turned to Ace, who had waited patiently for his turn with the pink-cheeked, almost-smile of someone who's figured out his role in the script.

“You'll wash us both by yourself?” Ace asked, with only a hint of tentativeness, as Marco undid his buttons. “That's not enough hands to go around, is it? I'll go cold from the waiting.”

“I'll do my best yoi,” Marco replied. Now that Sabo was watching from relative distance, he could see how thoroughly Marco was actually enjoying this; it was visible not only in his face, but also in every gliding gesture, every curved posture. It was like Marco luxuriated in his servitude. He went to his knees again, and Ace was fully and gloriously nude. “Please, sit down.”

Eyes fixed on each other in both solidarity and hazy arousal, Sabo and Ace drifted forward to the stools Marco had pulled out earlier, and sat. The lines of demarcation in the bathhouse, Sabo could see now, were subtle; the flagstones marked out the space where the actual washing could be done, and the thin grooves carved across the flooring drained the water out to a corner. Things brought out to the flagstones were meant to get wet, carved out of heavy dark woods, and fine with a bit of dirt (unlike say, the polished cream marble that lined the entrance).

Shelves of powders, soaps, and bottles lined one side of the room, and that was where Marco went to fetch an array of items. He also grabbed a long flat legged plank that seemed the perfect height for sitting on, before piling on it thick fluffy towels of several different sizes and coming back over.

“Who's first?” he asked.

“Sabo,” Ace said, at the same time Sabo demanded, “Ace.”

“Sabo goes first,” Ace insisted, cupping some water and absently splashing it onto his own legs. “You'll never guess it but his hair's actually blond underneath all that soot.”

“Yeah, but your face is actually—”

“Sounds good to me yoi,” Marco interrupted cheerily, setting everything in his arms down on the floor. Sabo quickly scrambled, turning so that he faced Ace and pulling Ace's whole stool closer.

“Fine then, I'll get Ace while you're at it,” he insisted, desperate for something to do with his hands so he wasn't just stuck like a useless doll while Marco rinsed him off. This was stupid, but it'd be fine. They'll get the dirt off, none of it will get on things it wasn't meant to get on, and they'll be done in minutes. Just like normal. “C'mon then, gimme a sponge and your back.”

“Ah,” Marco made an apologetic sound, suddenly in Sabo's ear, “I'm afraid that's not how things are done here.” His torso against Sabo's back was a different kind of heat than the impersonal steam of the bathwater. A hand smoothed up the front of his neck and bared his throat. “Here yoi. Close your eyes.”

Obedience came easier than Sabo would've liked, but what else was he supposed to do, with Marco's face right over his? He heard a soft clunk, a glug of water—then he felt the water, a guided stream being poured over his hair. The overflow stopped just short of his forehead and trickled down the backs of his ears. Marco's arm touched gently against the scar on Sabo's face as he began carding his fingers through Sabo's tresses, getting them thoroughly soaked. The rushing splashes filled Sabo's ears, and his lips fell helplessly parted, drinking in the steam.

Marco refilled the water scoop. Repeated.

An echoed, low murmuring vibrated in the air, against Sabo's skin, but he didn't even bother to parse the words, so utterly enraptured by this sensation. He liked the soft brush of Marco's clothes on his back. He liked the soothing drag of water, and Marco's nails softly scratching across his scalp. He liked the new fragrance that's just appeared, wafting to his nose.

“Keep your eyes closed yoi,” Marco rumbled, all sonorous tenor and an echoic chest, and it still took Sabo a few moments to understand there was meaning in the phonemes. It's not like he was planning on opening his eyes anyways. “I'm putting in the shampoo.”

“What's that scent?” Ace asked, knee knocking comfortingly into Sabo's.

“Night jasmine. Seemed fitting.” Marco's fingers methodically kneaded a gelatinous paste through Sabo's hair, until suds coated every strand. There was a pattern to his motions, and Sabo's eyes fluttered open when Marco's thumb started rubbing soothing circles across his hairline. The disobeisance was out of trepidation; Marco would reach his scar this rate.

And reach it he did, swiping excesses of water and soap off the uneven skin without a single stutter in his motions. Sabo didn't want to meet Marco's eyes, but couldn't allow his own eyes to close either, not when he felt so fucking vulnerable—he stared up at the ceiling instead, that smooth dome of stone slabs, and worked on not letting those threatening tears condense on his eyelashes.

(He failed, when Marco finished washing clean the back of his ears and leaned forward, brushing just the gentlest kiss over the point on Sabo's forehead where the scar tissue began. Twin tears fell from the corners of Sabo's eyes and all three of them pretended it was just bathwater.)

“May I wash your face?” Marco asked quietly, and he looked prepared for Sabo to say no. So Sabo said no. Sabo wasn't quite ready to be completely cracked open yet. “Let me get your back then, yoi.”

There were still scars there, but at least Sabo wouldn't be in danger of seeing Marco's face (and whatever enticingly reverent expression Marco'd wear) every time he opened his eyes. He would see Ace instead, but Ace was—Ace was safe. Ace had seen Sabo's jagged edges and then chipped himself apart to match. For Ace, Sabo could fall to any pieces that he needed.

He scrubbed at his own face with the flat pads of his fingers, eager to sud up, rub the grime off into balls of dead flesh, splash the whole mess away. Except Ace was playing into a role as well, moving Sabo's hands away to wash at Sabo's cheeks in much gentler little circles. When Sabo glared, he just grinned and used a soapy hand to swipe Sabo's eyelids down.

“You put all that powder on my face, I wash all the dirt off yours. Seems fair,” Ace laughed, scrubbing up to the temples.

Marco started on Sabo's back at the same time. First came the blanket of water to wet everything down. Then there was a soft but textured flannel drawing determined swipes over the planes of Sabo's muscles, leaving soapy streaks in their wake. Another scoop of water. Soapy hands this time, the controlled drag of thumbs over the backs of Sabo's shoulders, finding spongey muscle with corded, tense tendons underneath, aligning the lengths and the pressures and pushing—

“—ah—!”

At the same moment of the instinctive flinch forward, Sabo also jerked his entire torso back, desperate for more of that amazing pressure. If his eyes had been open, Sabo was sure they would've rolled back in his head. Marco's grip, having slipped from the initial jerk, doubled back down, twin bars of beautiful force getting stronger and stronger and stronger until Sabo truly felt squeezed dry—

—and then abruptly released. Breath tumbled out of Sabo in a long unsteady stream, and his spine curled forward like a rubber band released. A whine escaped his throat.

“Good, yoi?”

“I'm pretty sure he'd say yes if he could,” Ace replied with both amusement and awe. “I'm gonna rinse your face now Sabo.”

He accepted the wash of water down his face without any squirming. Ace patted a dry towel encouragingly over his face. It all felt so dangerously indulgent.

“Your back is still quite tense,” Marco commented, thumbs tracing down the twin strips of muscle lining Sabo's spine. “A soak will do you good, yoi.”

And perhaps it was all the tension released from that one good prolonged squeeze, perhaps Sabo just felt like it was high time he got some control back in the situation, but the words left his mouth before he could think too much of them:

“Is that anyway to speak to your prince?”

Marco's beat of pause felt, against all odds, delighted.

“My apologies for overstepping,” another hesitation, like he was testing some waters he couldn't wait to leap headfirst into, “your highness.”

And—what the hell was Sabo actually playing at? Wasn't he the first and most enthusiastic shirker of crowns and titles? The moniker that tasted so genuinely bad in his parent's joke of a court—why did it seem so tempting here? Like a thick-petaled flower set on a dinner plate, meant for décor but inviting teeth. Like the soap that smelled so sweet but should sting his tongue so bitterly. And yet—

“Turn around Sabo,” Ace said, voice so hot with intention. “Let Marco wash your feet.”

#kinktober 2019 #marcoacesabo #writing this my class resentment made me feel incredibly violent lmfao #all of me wants to turn this into a punishment scene for marco #but alas i've already decided it's gonna be gentle #also kinktober is just me exposing my wants and needs #i need to go get a goddamn massage #i just wanted Marco in an expensive suit on his knees getting heedlessly wet as he washed ace and marco #that's my version of kinkerella

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Tag Game

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Nickname: None really, my family and friends call me by my given name. I tend to react when someone calls me “Seren” though considering that name follows me since forever through any game and online community I’ve been with :D

Zodiac: Scorpio

Height: 5″3″

Last movie I saw: oof...? I - don’t remember lol I don’t go to the movies that often. I did rewatch the Superman trilogy from the 70s with Christopher Reeve the other day because someone I follow reblogged a bunch of gifs ^^;

Favorite artists: Oh boy, where to start? There are so many. Famous artists of the past: Marc Chagall and Claude Monet. Beautiful use of colours and way of expressing themselves. I could sit forever getting lost in their pictures. Famous artists of today: Shaun Tan and Lorenzo Mattotti. Have you SEEN their work??? Amazing! Also: Marc Taro Holmes and Alvaro Castagnet who make wonderful watercolour art. Their grasp on the medium is stunning and I adore the ease in their works! Digital artists and members of the animation industry: Marco Bucci (That texture! Omg), Atsuya Uki (The expanse of his backgrounds, the expressions of his characters, the gestures, everything is so light and free, I could talk all day about it), @mocha708 (I don’t know their name sadly but their background artwork is breathtaking!) There are more but I keep it at this. Fanartists of the fandoms I follow: There are so many and I already feel horrible because I am sure I don’t name all that deserve to be named. Anyways, following no specific order I put them as they come to my head: e-mika (a recent discovery I found throgh a BF fanart and followed them for their beautiful art, just check them out, it’s impressive), fuwishi (found through YOI fanart, I adore their watercolour works a lot, everything is so harmonious and soft), aishakami (found through BF again I love her watercolour works and the way she uses colour, it’s so beautiful and glowing, also her digital art is adorable, I feel honoured to be followed back by her), Rayana aka rainbow09 (doing mostly digital art for the Digimon fandom but there occasionally are other things in between, I love her style so much, perspective, poses, expressions, her portrayal of some of my most favored characters is just so spot on it’s amazing, she’s an inspiration to me and one of the reasons I got back into drawing after a rather long hiatus and I am extremely proud to be able to call her a friend), yamacoya (also found through BF, has a very unique style that highly resonates with me - it’s so reduced yet really strong in expression, awesome). I could go on forever but I’ll stop here. As I said, there are so many and I feel bad for not naming them all but those came to mind first so I guess that’s alright?

Song stuck in my head: Black Sheep by Gin Wigmore (my dad recommended this song to me the other day and I can’t get it out of my head ever since, it’s so catchy and really good)

Other blogs: none - yet? (I keep considering splitting my blog by the fandoms I’m following but I’m overwhelmed just thinking about the maintanance so my poor followers have to deal with my randomness ^^; sorry guys!)

Do I get asks: sometimes :) 

Following: 104

Amount of sleep: 8 - 10 hours if possible 

Lucky number: 13

What I’m wearing: My go-to clothes aside from work are the jeans t-shirt chucks combo I’ve been rocking since my early teenage years. For work I’m expected to wear formal dresscode but loosen my leash and nothing stops me wearing my band shirts and chucks to a suit xD

Dream job: it used to be concept artist or animator but then life happened lol

Dream trip: Oh there’s more than one! The one I’m dreaming of for well over half of my life now would be Japan :) but there’s so many places I want to see. A backpacking trip through Great Britain. The Mayan Temples. Athens. Rome. And so many more ^^

Favorite food: Again so hard to name only one! I live in Bavaria and I love this regions food so so much. Kammbraten is amazing with Semmelknödel and Rotkraut. Or my mum’s Goulash is incredibly delicious. Or her Rouladen! God I love food xD to name something more internationally known I’d say Clam Chowder. I fell in love with that stuff the first time I went to Boston and I’m craving it madly. Oh and corn on the cob is always great! And Spaghetti! And Cherries - cherries are great. So are grapes. And I discovered Kaki fruits recently - yum!!! Did I mention that I love food? lol let’s skip ahead

Play any instruments: No :( but I want to learn to play the piano eventually

Languages: German, English, I was pretty acceptable in Spanish but that’s years and years ago. I think I can introduce myself still lol doesn’t count I guess

Favorite song: I really try not to write an essay about favourites again. It’s so situational. And this is hard to answer! I’ll pick Queen - Don’t Stop Me Now, this song always picks me up when I’m down or makes me dance through the room when I’m in a good mood, overall a great song!!!

Random fact: I’m really bad at answering questions like these with a normal answer, you either get a long ramble or a counter question to specify what exactly is being asked. I’m a nightmare for everyone trying to hold a conversation with me I’m afraid. This is kind of obvious though so...how about this: I used to raise butterflies when I was a kid. When they hatched my mum’s kitchen was full of fluttering colours :D

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: Ummm.....? Does a blank page count? I could tell you about the things I like but to describe myself as aesthetic things...? I don’t think I qualify to do so.

Tagging: Some of you are friends and some are followers of mine who I haven’t gotten the chance to get to know yet but I keep seeing your names in my push notifs and you somehow stick around despite my randomness. I hope it’s ok and I don’t bother you guys. I tend not to tag people to not be an annoyance but it would be nice to get to know (more about) you. Needless to say if you don’t feel like doing this I don’t blame you :D Anyways: @rainbow09 , @tai-grex , @nekog4y , @xsmokexflamesx , @ookamii-woof , @zeokawolfhusky , @lovecardpng , @lutyung , @ashjadelynxx , @darkangelofcourage​ , and of course everyone else who I didn’t tag but reads this and feels like doing it! If you do feel free to add me and let me know :D

#this has been sitting for a while in my inbox #i'm so sorry it took so long to pick it up #i started answering it and then i realized some questions do need actual thinking lol #then life took over with work and university and wips #yet here we are #again thank you for tagging #this was fun #:D #other #my own #tagged #I'm still clueless how to describe myself as aesthetics #this will have me thinking for a while #I really don't know...? #hmm...

[empresswrites]

Ace is either blind or gets sick very easily (poor nutricion as a child) and marco meeting or being protecting/possesive of ace's attention.

Alright, not really a pairing? Maybe like preMarcoAce? This kind of falls under the poor nutrition! Enjoy!

{Under read more for length}

When they had taken out the mercenaries, the crew readily handed themselves over as they didn’t want to be killed. Whitebeard had been pleased by that, knowing once you take down the fighters that the rest is easy to overcome. Haruta had told him this ship was marked for transporting high dollar goods, so he decided to let his sons have some fun and to release pent up energy. 

The order was sent out to his sons to launder the ship, Marco taking the task of going for the prisons just to see if anyone was there. It took the first division commander a little time to make his way to the depths, telling others orders along the way, and finally reached the door. It was locked and easily he kicked the door down, but not too harshly in case someone was trying to escape and had nothing to do with the merchants. Taking a few steps in, he is hit with the scent of something rotten, feeling his stomach curl at the familiarity of the vile smell.

When he stepped along past the first two cells, he was starting to notice in the very last of the six cells of it looking darker, like a pile. Moving along a little more hurriedly as he doesn’t like the decaying smell starting to grow stronger and was right on his assumption. Blue eyes stare in disgust for how those men could do this, taking in the sight of the pile of dead bodies, all ranging of males and females between the ages of around thirteen to twenty-five. It makes his stomach twist and eyes sting, never wanting to see something like this or admit that life really was this cruel to innocent people, but it really was the harsh reality.

A soft sigh leaves him, trying not to take in the smell, as he doesn’t want to leave the area, but also knows that he should let someone know so they can properly bury and maybe identify for the families. As he is about to move away, he notices a lingering presence that pulls his mind to the pile in confusion. Furrowing brows, Marco stares for a moment longer and notices the feeling again and realization hits him.

Someone was alive in that pile.

He moves over to open the door as it is unlocked and the presence seems to disappear. Whoever it was is either so deeply buried or knew how to hide themselves. He shifts to be crouching, noticing the blood on the floor and how it was thick from lingering so long and he could see some of the bottom bodies looking to already beginning to decay with skin showing spots.

“Is someone in there, yoi?” Marco starts off softly and waits for a moment before continuing. “My name is Marco. I’m with the Whitebeard pirates,” he tries and notices the feeling before there is a hand coming out of the pile towards the bottom. Marco resists the urge to grimace at the grime covering that arm, noticing how it was showing a bit of bone under the skin, but not nearly as bad as some of the other bodies. When more shifting shows dark hair, he is soon faced with a grimed covered face and empty dark eyes staring to him. It could make him wince at the sight, but there is a lingering strength in those eyes that gives him a bit of hope, and he merely keeps a soft appearance. “Are you the only one, yoi?” The question comes out, the youth staring before slowly nodding their head. Marco extends a hand, thinking this was a male, but wasn’t sure. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and something to eat. Plus, our nurses will help you with any wounds.” The words leave him, relieved as though the person is reluctant, they seem to find some type of solace in him. 

A trembling hand finds his hesitantly, Marco letting them have the time to adjust and starts to help them out. Getting the male out, he is around twenty-two and thin, seeming to have very little muscle left and hardly any fat, but his bones are not showing that noticeably. The pants on him hardly stay on, the rope holding them up fraying and threatening to break any moment. Marco carefully helps the young man up to stand on shaky feet as his height has him lingering around to about Marco’s chin. A noise comes from the door at the end of the cells and has Marco aware.

“Commander?” It is someone from fourth division and Marco turns his head to speak.

“Have Maybelle be ready and bring me a blanket, yoi.” The order comes out, the man noticing only slightly of another person with him, but that’s it from that distance.

“Yes, sir!” The man leaves and Marco steadily helps the young man move along down the hall of cells, feeling as fingers dig into his forearm.

“What is your name?” Marco tries, receiving eyes that merely linger in uncertainty and that has the commander shake his head. “You don’t need to answer, I was just curious so I could address you properly.” The look stays, contemplating as they move along and Marco merely gives a soft smile before facing more forward to see Thatch by the door with a glance to the other. There is a silent communication, Thatch’s eyes glancing towards the last cells and figuring it out easily.

“Here is a blanket, Maybelle is ready by the railing.” Thatch informs his brother, Marco nodding while he lets the other go back up first.

The trip up the steps didn’t take too long, but Marco made sure not to rush and had the blanket over the young man. When out on deck, a few had glanced, but knew better than to stare as they made their way over to the Moby Dick. Whitebeard stood by the railing, frowning as he recognized the signs on the youth next to Marco and made sure to show a calm atmosphere. Maybelle awaited for them to be on deck, leading Marco and the young man to the infirmary swiftly to do the examination.

-o-o-o-o-

Marco found out the young man sought comfort in him, making him curious and not wanting to ruin that somewhat trust. He made sure to stay with the youth, finding out after a quick bath that he couldn’t help but let his protective instincts come into play and help bathe the male. They didn’t seem to mind, a little startled, but relaxed more through the process of Marco helping clean him, knowing he had to be feeling weak.

Come to find out, there are freckles all along the youth, surprising Marco and indulged a little at the sight. It had him second guess his age estimate made before, thinking maybe the young man was actually just seventeen. Either way, he shouldn’t have been in that situation and having to experience so much. He had cleaned him up, seeing the bruising and healing lashes along skin, being hard to tell what weapon made them.

The thing that got Marco’s veins boiling is the fact the men of the ship were sick bastards, having him leave the youth in Maybelle’s care. The young man seemed to be comfortable around the head nurse and she had helped him dress while Marco went to go see his captain. He told Whitebeard that the young man had nodded that also part of the merchants inappropriately had their way with the boy, noticing his captain seeming angered as well. He had ordered that Haruta get information however he could and painfully so for what happened.

Now, Marco made sure the young man was with him, Maybelle thinking it was best since he would go out near others if Marco is there. She wasn’t sure on the sudden connection, but couldn’t deny it was for the best. Marco worried as he would trail around, seeing as the other was sluggish and tried to keep up. It was a good thing that Marco could focus on paperwork mostly, letting the young man rest fully. At night, Marco always found himself gripped onto and couldn’t deny his instinct to protect the other with his life.

“Ace,” the voice was soft after a few nights of their new passenger and Marco gives a confused hum. “My name is Ace…” The words have Marco open eyes and tilt his head to look to the young man laying against him, seeing dark eyes staring a little nervously.

“It’s good to meet you, Ace.” Marco softens himself as he smiles while moving his hand along the other’s back, the shirt only moving slightly at the action. “Are you getting enough rest, yoi?” The worried tone shows and Ace gazes with a frown showing before moving a hand and looking towards Marco’s chest. A couple fingers tap near the collarbone and Marco raises eyebrows. The hand soon moves to grab at Marco’s free one and leads it to touch along the youth’s collarbone. At a skim, Marco feels his power being sapped from him vaguely and is surprised. “You’re a devil fruit user…” Marco sits up, dragging the other with him to feel at the skin, noticing the scarring and knowing it had been there for a while. “We will have Maybelle remove it…”

Ace looks to him, showing a small bit of dancing light in dark eyes as they begin to water and arms shakily move to wrap around Marco’s torso. The commander is confused, but holds onto the other as he feels the quivers and the soft sobs are starting as the face digs into his shoulder. He figured Ace had been overwhelmed and started to realize he was really out of that situation, breaking down a bit, but nowhere near what Marco has seen. It’s heart wrenching seeing Ace like this, but he knew that in a short amount time he was able to pull this out then he wasn’t too far gone yet, that strength seeming to pick up more.

“We have you now, Ace. You don’t have to worry, yoi. I would hurt anyone if they even tried to do something bad to you.” The words come out for reassurance, Marco knowing he was feeling overprotective, but he couldn’t help himself. Even his phoenix was in high alert with the other around, making sure no one pulled a wrong move towards Ace. 

It was as if he claimed Ace as well since the youth did with him and he was curious on how Ace had so readily came out when mentioning he was a pirate. Hopefully it had been from rumor of the Whitebeard pirates being fair enough to those not involved with the enemy. Either way, Marco had been happy that he came out to be here and let himself heal. Marco was sure to make Ace feel at home and help ease his terrible past.

#Marco #Ace #Ace having a bad past #Finding an immediate connection with Marco #Marco being overprotective #mentions of noncon #very light mention #pre MarcoAce

[podcastenthusiast]

YOI Fanfic Recs

I want to give a shoutout to some of my favorite fics, so here we go. Under a cut because it got long. No surprise there.

Beautiful fics involving the multilingual nature of Viktor and Yuri’s relationship:

Repeat After Me by queenieofaces

Victor learns language through mimicry, hears phrases and repeats them back until the inflection becomes second nature. Yuuri seems to communicate best through euphemism, through metaphor, through talking around the subject rather than approaching it head on, and so Victor tries his best to mimic him, to take his words and echo them back.

(Vignettes in language learning and communication, spanning the whole series.)

How to Return Home by queenieofaces

Victor comes home, but for some reason it doesn’t feel like home anymore.

(Technically a sequel to "Repeat After Me," but can probably be read on its own.)

Kotoba by MarrowVersusMarrow

"Friendship," and "love," in foreign tongues.

Call Everything on the Ice... by shysweetthing

In which Victor learns Japanese while in Hasetsu, and it vastly improves his ability to communicate with Yuuri—

HA HA HA just kidding.

You know these two dorks. It makes everything worse.

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“No,” Victor says, skating up to Yuuri on the ice, “you have to push all the way from here, or you’ll never get the height you need for that axel.” He sets his hand on Yuuri’s ass, tracing the muscle group he’s referring to. “Not here.” He taps Yuuri’s thigh. He doesn’t know the words for the muscles in English, only knows how to show him.

Yes, technically he’s grabbing Yuuri’s ass, but how else is he to communicate?

Talkshow Host by MooseFeels

Yuuri lives for the silence.

put my heart on my chest, so you can read it too by driedupwishes

“Victor,” Yuuri says, rolling his shoulders as he leans his elbows against the top of the wall. Victor looks up, eyebrows arched in waiting, and Yuuri meets his eyes with the kind of ease that’s gotten more natural by the day since Victor arrived. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but, I was wondering…”

Curiosity flashes across Victor’s expression, one of the emotions Yuuri is able to recognize easily on his former-idol. Victor hums, leaning forward and tucking his phone away under his arm, giving Yuuri his undivided attention in a way that curls Yuuri’s toes in his skates. Once Yuuri would’ve flushed and stuttered at the feeling of Victor’s weighty gaze dragging across his face, but now he only shrugs and bites his lip.

“Is it hard for you,” Yuuri asks, “being in a country where you don’t speak the language?”

Darling by ClockworkDinosaur

Victor and Yuuri are not fluent in the others native language.

Lost in Translations by Jenrose

Victor Nikiforov was the best jumper in the world, well-used to leaping blind and landing clean in ways no one could match. Falling was for other people. Stumbling was not acceptable. It had been a long time since the wind had been knocked out of him so thoroughly.

Now with banquet shenanigans!

Fics in which Phichit and Yuri are Besties:

of eros and of dust by mori (cityboys)

It’s nostalgia, maybe, or Phichit’s kind, knowing smile, or just an unconscious need to talk about it—but he starts talking as the pedestrian lights turn green. About the Eros routine, about Victor, about the ring, about skating.

Give Me Up to Tears by Allekha

Four times Phichit helped Yuuri when he cried - from joy or sadness - and one time he couldn't.

Now When Arrows Don’t Penetrate, Cupid Grabs the Pistol by ken_ichijouji

Phichit Chulanont doesn't know how he ended up the skating world's wingman, but he ain't mad at it.

Instagram is Not an Ice Rink by ladanse

Phichit's phone buzzes. christophe-gc has posted a new photo, it tells him. When he thumbs the screen, it brightens to reveal a shot of Christophe Giacometti, lounging on a bench, wearing nothing but a Speedo and his skates. greetings from your local king of selfies, says the caption.

Phichit doesn't actually know Chris - not personally. He has nothing to prove. But Phichit is also, categorically, a competitive little shit, and he knows he can do better.

So it begins.

it’s just a simple symphony by caersun

Yuuri is already shaking his head. “You know I don’t like parties, Phichit.”

“Aw, but, Yuuri, you’re so fun at them!” Phichit says, pulling out his phone to show him the video evidence.

Yuuri gapes. “I thought you deleted that!” he yells, launching himself at his friend. On Phichit’s phone, the little past-Yuuri is absolutely wasted, getting into position to do a kegstand, to the raucous and egging cheers of over a dozen frat-bros in the foreground. The tinny chant of his name—Kat-su-ki! Kat-su-ki! Kat-su-ki!—sounds from the speakers, behind Phichit’s delighted trill of laughter.

Phichit pulls his phone out of his reach. “It’s for posterity!”

Or: A lot can happen in five years.

Sight by anxioussonic

Yuuri had become accustomed to performing without his glasses. In fact, he hadn't even considered contacts before coming to the United States for college.

Bookends by natika

"And of course I'm a distraction," Phichit concluded, entirely unoffended, "How else am I going to place above you at Four Continents?"

Yuuri gaped, "That's your target?!"

"You don't mind, do you? I'll admit, as a goal," Phichit said, "it lacks the elegance of 'get in Victor Nikiforov's pants', but -"

Yuuri let out a strangled squeak.

Intruding on my Feelings by natika

A rinkmate got into an accident, and Yuuri was torn up with worry.

It must have been Phichit.

--

They had been introduced formally. Yuuri had bowed, Phichit had made a wai; Yuuri had chanced a shy smile and Phichit had grinned widely, and Celestino had left them to it.

Phichit's first words to him were, "Can I have your number?"

america goals by magneticwave

Friendship means never having to say you’re sorry that the lighting in that Instagram made them look sallow. All of the bulbs in Walmart are fluorescent, so, really: what can you do.

Other wonderful fics, more Victuri-centric with some Otayuri:

How to Surprise Your Fiancé With Pork: An Honest Walkthrough by Viktor Nikiforov by Orchids_and_Fictional_Cities

The thing with Viktor is that once he’s set his mind on something, there is a very very minuscule chance of him not following through on said thing.

He wants to do something for Yuuri: partly as a Valentine’s Day gift, partly as a prelude to Worlds, and partly ‘just because’. It’s somewhere between dwelling on the abstract thought of Yuuri’s hunger as a competitor, and watching the younger skater on Facetime with his mother back home, that an idea starts to form.

--

This is how Katsuki Yuuri, the love of his life, the apple of his eye, the fire of his loins et cetera, ad infinitum, finds Viktor when he walks into the door: standing precariously with one foot on a barstool and the other on top of his counter, frantically fanning at his smoke detector with a magazine.

Vkusno! by mtothedestiel

"Next week on Top Chef: Denver, it's that most infamous challenge...Wedding Wars! But this won't be any ordinary wedding feast. Our top twelve chefs will cook for a secret, world-famous celebrity couple with international tastes! The stakes have never been this high. Who will be crowned Top Chef, and who will be asked to pack their knives and go? Tune in to find out!"

aka:

Newly retired, Victor and Yuuri are invited to be special guests on a popular American cooking competition. Oishii!

game over. try again? by counterheist

The divorce goes through on a Thursday.

An Intangible Force of Motion by doeinstinct

“I do fall sometimes, Yuuri,” he said. Yuuri shook his head, his longer bangs falling over his eyes as he pursed his lips and braced his hands on his knees. “No, I know that. I just...I’ve never seen you fall on a flip before.”

A new skating season brings with it new opportunities and experiences, but new isn't always a good thing. Luckily, they have each other.

never stop until the grave by Naraht

Back in St Petersburg, Victor attempts to combine coaching Yuuri with preparing for his own return to competition. The spirit is willing but the flesh may be weak.

no sleep till Sochi by Naraht

Forced to share a bed with Victor at the Sochi Grand Prix Final, Yakov learns more than he wants to know.

Old Dog, New Tricks by nivo

Yurio is but one dear, sulky teenaged slice of a much larger pie holding its breath – not that pies breathe, but one does not marry Katsuki Yuuri and remain innocent of terrible food metaphors – for a miraculous comeback Viktor will never make, because he can't, but perhaps more importantly, because he doesn't want to.

Russian for Dummies by cutthroatpixie

"Are you a beginner?"

Viktor was not a beginner. Viktor was the TA supposedly in charge of this study session. Viktor spoke Russian. Viktor was Russian.

"Sure!"

The Inevitable Unbecoming of Art by themaelstromwrites

Viktor neglected his life and love for twenty years, though to his credit, his career had never afforded him either of those privileges. A fateful encounter at the 2012 GPF gala changes everything, and Viktor is head over heels before he can say 'dasvedanya' to the man that stole his heart.

Viktor Nikiforov is an unreliable narrator in his own life story. Of course, so is Katsuki Yuuri. This is the love story you know, and the life story you don't.

The Fundamentals of Caring by braveten

“Let me guess, you’re going to go take care of Yuuri while he sleeps? Just in case he sneezes or something?” Yurio rolls his eyes, folding his arms across his chest. “Viktor, you’re whipped.”

Viktor rubs the back of his neck as he leans against the wall. “What does that mean?”

“It means that if Yuuri asked you to do a little dance for him in nothing but a coconut bra and a hula skirt, you’d do it.”

Viktor pauses, confused. “And that's a bad thing?”

My fun fact is: by stillmadaboutpetra

Yuuri fails to mention to his new non-skater friends who he is or who his husband is. Or that he even has a husband.

the distance between our fingers by awkwardedgeworth

If Otabek were a bystander, he would see Victor Nikiforov being a ruthless coach, raising his voice at Yuri's less than stellar free leg, It's a normal occurrence, the older retired skater pointing out areas Yuri can work on.

But Otabek is not a bystander, and he sees the glint of a golden ring from Victor's right hand, slipped around his ring finger like a reminder.

A reminder that Victor, estranged with nowhere else to go, was picked up by Yuri and Yakov to go back to Russia so he can have a semblance of a life back.

A life without Yuuri Katsuki.

Dance of the Red Death by strangeandintoxicating

Find something to live for.

Viktor Nikiforov loved too much. What begins as a cough morphs into something that takes the shape of an unseen monster hiding in his very blood. With the Russian government scrambling to sweep under the rug the worst of a crisis that's been thirty-five years in the making, Viktor is left with figuring out his own way to survive.

It starts as a way to escape, a youtube video of music and color and light, but quickly becomes something he never expected when Yuri Katsuki teaches him that surviving is not living.

This is not a story of anger. This is not a story of fear. This is not even a story of pain.

This is a 21st Century love overcoming the obstacles of the 20th Century's politics of fear.

This is a story of life.

the road that stretches out ahead by hellodeer

"What if we drove to France?" Viktor asks, and Yuuri says yes. Of course he does.

pardon the way that i stare by kevystel

All Yakov says, after Yuuri's free skate at the Cup of China, is: ‘Really?’

(The problem is that Viktor falls hard.)

like heaven to touch by kevystel

He looks younger than half the other skaters, with his fine features and the porcelain clearness of his skin, but here he is — here in Moscow with Viktor at his side, ready to impress a crowd that’s too used to roaring Viktor’s name. Viktor is prouder than he’s ever been.

Fill the World with Music by prettybirdy979

It's been a whirlwind of a week for Phichit, not only because of his competing in the Grand Prix Finals. Yuuri seems to have made it his mission to surprise everyone a dozen times over before the end of the competition. But there's only the gala exhibition tomorrow to go.

Surely Yuuri (and Viktor) can't manage one more surprise by then?

(Aka that fic where Viktor breaks twitter, Yuuri breaks the internet then pretends to not understand, and together they break their friends)

Bear Your Soul on the Ice by SassySalchow (diedraechin)

At age fourteen, Katsuki Yuuri had been determined to be Japan's next great figure skating hope, but with no coach that would never happen, so his ballet instructor packs him up off to Russia to train with Yakov Feltsman. The Yakov Feltsman, otherwise known as the coach to rising figure skating star -- and Yuuri's idol -- Viktor Nikiforov.

one heart to every falling thing by 100demons

“You know,” Victor comments idly, and he breathes out in a rush of static in Yuri’s ear. “I think this is the longest we’ve been apart since I first flew here.”

Post-Episode 5.

The Spaces Shaped for You by Chisotahn

The paths they'd chosen after the Grand Prix Final wouldn't be easy, particularly with Nationals just ten days away, but one thing was certain: no matter what happened, their paths would always come together in the end.

(Continuation exploring the time elapsed between the second-to-last and last scenes in episode twelve. Yuuri and Victor's journey to their Nationals and beyond.)

i walk my days on a wire by idrilka

“Asia sucked without you,” Yuri admits eventually after a moment, as he falls backwards onto the bed, his t-shirt riding up. It must be still hot in Saint Petersburg, if the forecast is to be believed, but Yuri has the hood up, obscuring his face at this angle. “But we all went back to the hot spring run by Katsuki’s family after the Fukuoka show, so I guess it wasn’t that bad.”

A story of a relationship, told in photographs and Skype calls.

#yuri on ice #yoi #yuri!!! on ice #victuri #victuuri #I don't know why I do these things

[purgatorily]

long post !

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people.

thank you for tagging me @skullbygloy100​ i always enjoy your posts (^Ｏ^)

LAST: 1. Drink: water 2. Phone call: well i don’t really talk on the phone (ever) but i skyped with a friend sometime last week so if that counts then yeah 3. Text message: my sweet friend isaiah! we were getting excited for bts’ comeback together haha  4. Song you listened to: agnes by glass animals 5. Time you cried: i believe it was wednesday? i got upset about chester bennington again:(

HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: in real life, no (thankfully). i plan to play byron’s route in midcin again soon tho;) 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: i wouldn’t say “regretted” is the word. the guy who was my first kiss is kind of a wild card though so there have been times when i wished i’d kept my lips pure lolol 8. Been cheated on: no! 
9. Lost someone special: i lost my maternal grandfather when i was very young and a great-uncle on my father’s side 
10. Been depressed: when i first moved (two years ago now) i was very unhappy and buried myself in anime and tumblr and my writing just to get as far away from my new life as possible. but i’ve never been officially diagnosed with depression 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: ya girl is a very innocent one. i’ve only ever tasted the barest sip of vodka and spat it right now lolol

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14: purple, yellow, light blue??

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: i guess? mostly i’ve just gotten rid of the toxic ones though ahaha 16. Fallen out of love: kind of. more like i let go of a love i’d been holding onto for far too long, which was a really good choice! 17. Laughed until you cried: definitely yes 18. Found out someone was talking about you: LOLOLOL YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW OKAY EVERYONE IN MY IRL LIFE ARE DAMN SNAKES 19. Found out who your friends are: not really  
20. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: not in the last year

GENERAL: 21. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: all of them lmao i don’t friend people i don’t know 22. Do you have any pets: 2 cats and a dog 
23. Do you want to change your name: not at all:) i don’t like telling people my full name but only because my best friend has only called me by it since i told him (many years ago) and so it’s become too precious for me to let people use lightly lolol  24. What did you do for your last Birthday: went to see a movie and hung out with my family (and started having an age crisis that’s still currently going on oops) 25.What time do you wake up: 7:30 during the week, 8:00 on the weekends. BUT right now i’m waking up earlier every day because i’m playing mystic messenger (gotta get all those chats ya know? 
26. What were you doing at midnight last night: watched johnny test to keep me awake till 00:00 for a chatroom in mystic LOLOL  27. Name something you can’t wait for: getting to zen’s route in 2 days lol 28. When was the last time you saw your mom?: this morning at breakfast 
29. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: i wish i could be better at math and figure out the reason i have writer’s block rn. oh and also get the $79 VIP package for mysme 
30. What are you listening to right now: midnight movies by saint motel 31. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: prolly idk 32. Something that is getting on your nerves: CHERITZ I LOVE YOU BUT HGS ARE WAY TOO EXPENSIVE AND HAVING TO TRADE A HUNDRED (100!!!!) HEARTS FOR ONE (1!!!!) HG IS UNREASONABLE PLEASE LOWER THE BAR JUST A TINY BIT 33. Most visited website: probably just google lmao or maybe otomeobsessed for game cheats oops 
34. Mole/s: too many to count? 35. Mark/s: a few on my face from a dog bite last year (nothing bad dw) and some on my knees from being a kid 36. Childhood dream: never really had one which sounds depressing but i don’t mean it to be haha 37. Hair color: brown  38. Long or short hair: im growing out an extremely short pixie cut but it’s just a little lower than my chin now! 39. Do you have a crush on someone: hyun ryu, gal gadot, jason momoa, jack lowden, fionn whitehead, derek hale....but no, not on anyone i actually know  
40. What do you like about yourself: im pretty tall so i like my legs. my hair is also naturally curly which can be rlly nice and i have small t*ts so my life is rather easy in that department lol. i also like how passionate i get about my interests! 
41. Piercings: three on each lobe of both my ears  42. Blood type: don’t know but i wanna find out!!  43. Nicknames: i have a friend who calls me cutie and there are more but i won’t say what they are ahaha   44. Relationship status: firmly disinterested in irl relationships due to my thorough dedication to albert, inuchiyo, nobunaga, and zen:)) 45. Zodiac: geminii 
46. Pronouns: she/her 47. Favorite TV Show: stranger things, bob’s burgers, lots of different anime  
48. Right or left hand: right 49. Surgery: never had it!! 50. Hair dyed in different color: i bleached, like, the bottom INCH of my hair a few years ago but it’s all gone now 51. Sport: i like figure skating (yoi anyone ahaha) and basketball/volleyball (because of knb and hq oh boy) 52. Vacation: i desperately want to visit japan (not because im a weeb or smthg stfu) and france and greece and italy and new york and yeah i just wanna travel 
53. Pair of trainers: 0

MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating: nothing currently 58. Drinking: nothing, again 
59. I’m about to: finish this and go to an open house for something secret:) 60. Want: to get a good enough score that fills all the requirements i need the next time i take the ACT 
63. Get married: maybe one day but not until i’m absolutely certainly in love 64. Career: like i said, i wanna travel, so maybe some kind of writing job where i need to travel for it? or something in social media or music. 
65. Hugs or kisses: i don’t like kissing anyone (besides an S/O) on the lips but i love hugs and cuddling from everyone 
66. Lips or eyes: eyes  
67. Shorter or taller: taller but i don’t really care unless the height difference is H U G E 68. Older or younger: again, doesn’t matter if the gap isn’t so big that it affects the relationship 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: stomach 71. Sensitive or loud: sensitive like me 72. Hook up or relationship: relationship i guess but also i don’t like super lovey-dovey intensity   73. Troublemaker or hesitant: i try to be as levelheaded as i can be and i’d hope the person i fall for would do the same

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a Stranger: no sir 75. Drank hard liquor: no wayy 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: don’t need them anyway so 
77. Turned someone down: yep, multiple times but he doesn’t seem to get the message 78. Sex on the first date: uh no   
79. Broken someone’s heart: yeah kinda but he’s over it now so  80. Had your heart broken: when i realized i had to let go of my feelings for aforementioned-boy i stayed up really late crying but then i was like fine in a day lolol 81. Been arrested: no 
82. Cried when someone died: i probably cried when my grandfather died but i don’t remember. i’ve cried over countless fictional characters though 83. Fallen for a friend: yes but they’ve always liked me back so does that count?? i’d only fall for someone i knew and liked as a person anyway 

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84: Yourself: i try to 85. Miracles: they go hand-in-hand with religion so (no offense) i definitely don’t.  86. Love at first sight: not really 87. Santa Claus: LOGICALLY i obviously don’t. but EMOTIONALLY?? yes, i am in fact still a six year old:’) 88. Kiss on the first date: i mean i believe that it happens obviously but i don’t know if i’d be comfortable with it unless, like i said, i’d already known the person for a while beforehand 

OTHER: 90. Current best friend’s name: jorge and he says that i’m art and that i sing like an angel and i love him he’s the best 
91. Eye color: brown (often described as amber by my mother) 92. Favorite movie: ferris bueller’s day off. i also like heathers and currently im loving spiderman: hoco and dunkirk

TAGGING: everyone lol im too lazy okay peace

#this was fun #but also #my fingers hurt from typing lolol #thanks for tagging me cutie #q&a #personal