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rosyredlipstick · 7 years ago

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You mentioned you loved YOI and read some good fanfic for it!! Would you mind recommending me some, maybe..?? :')

This took longer then I meant but im real serious bout my yoi fics. gets kinda long so under the cut!

Okay currently the fics im obsessed with -

Fics I rec:

The princess diaries au that has me SCREAMING WITH EVERY UPDATE OMG it has such an amazing aesthetic and plot and i ADORE all the characters and this victor???? Wow. amazing.

Seek those who fan your flames by @ebenroot

summary :

Yuuri gets hand-delivered a black-print T-shirt by one of his bodyguards on Friday. There’s a small sticky note attached to the collar in Victor’s handwriting that reads: ‘Our new band shirt! Logo is still a work in progress. Name too. But it’s a start! Let me know what you think after school. - Victor’

There’s a heart next to his name that is hastily scribbled out. Then another heart next to that one, like Victor decided to put it in anyways.

Yuuri thinks he’s in love.

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in which Yuuri is a teenager that’s actually a prince, and Victor is a teenager with a band that just wants to listen to rock music with him

i love yurio here’s a fic with him prominently i love it

along with the popular fandom troupes of pining viktor and secretly caring yurio, there’s the troupe of yuuri being a beautiful idiot without realizing it i love them all

in wine we trust by @fireblazie

summary:

Yuri peers into the expanse of the apartment and finds a single, flickering light in the kitchen. He stealthily tiptoes across the floor with the baseball bat clutched tightly in his fists, only to find that, what the hell, this bastard is actually fucking raiding his fridge.

“That’s my pirozhki, asshat!” he snarls, ready to swing his bat when the intruder turns around.

Shit, Yuri thinks. It’s Beautiful International Student Yuuri Katsuki.

IM A BITCH FOR OFFICE AUS. LIKE. OH MY GOD.

I seriously adore everyone in this fic. Omg. ive read it so many times at this point it’s unbelievable. Wow.

the season of the spirits by counterheist / @kixboxer

summary:

Yuuri wakes up to one hell of a headache, a tie he doesn’t recognize knotted around his wrist, and two fistfuls of banknotes cradled to his chest.

An AU about cubicles, and the people who work in them.

THIS IS CURRENTLY ONE OF MY FAVORITE FICS EVER IT’S A STAR TREK AU MY GOOOOOOD I LOVE IT!!!!

everything here is amazing omg captain viktor and first officer yuuri with heavy heavy pining omggggggg yaaaas

To Boldly Go by @xyloophones

summary:

“Yuuri!” Viktor calls. “I’ve come to rescue you!”

Yuuri stares at him blankly. He gestures to the various unconscious space pirates with his recently discharged phaser.

“Oh, Captain,” he deadpans. “Save me.”

Or:

A year in the life of badass science officer Yuuri Katsuki, Captain Viktor “Team Mom” Nikiforov, and simultaneously the best crew and worst crew in Starfleet history.

ok so this next fic isnt finished BUT it’s the funniest fic i’ve ever read in this fandom. omfg. i was laughing so hard at every chapter pls read. it’s a speed dating au AND IT’S HILARIOUS also there’s phichit\seung-gil in this which i didn’t even know was a thing\didn’t ship UNTIL THIS FIC IT’S JUST A SIDE PAIRING BUT I LOOOOVE IT AND BOTH OF THEM

Speed Dating (Let’s Take it Slow) by @apalettefullofyou

summary:

“Why like this?” Yuuri asks, breaking the silence.

Phichit grins. “Because desperate times call for desperate measures. And if you haven’t noticed, we’re desperate.“

Tired of watching Georgi mull over his recent breakup, Viktor and the gang take him speed dating, hoping one of the twenty-something strangers could help fill the hole in his heart.

Now if only he could stop crying.

u like royal au?????? am i bout to blow your MIND

this is THE royal fic. so so so good. gods. the characterization. the pining. the povs. everyone is written so well OH MY GOD ITS SO GOOD.

The Rules for Lovers by @adreamingsongbird

Prince Yuuri Katsuki has a duty to his country, above all else (his desires, his dreams, and his happiness included), and he knows this alliance will help to ensure the safety of his people. That’s the only reason he accepts Prince Nikiforov’s hand in marriage. The pleasant surprise, of course, is the part where they fall in love along the way. The unpleasant one, well…

That’s a long story.

I went through a superheroes phase and this fandom is the best enabler. Pls check out this superhero series, like, even if you’re not that big of a fan. It’s so wonderful throughout and intriguing and god, the plot sucks you in so well. The characters and their powers are handled so well and tbh im so invested

The Yuuri!!! On fire series by @hinatella

Summary:

A detailed exposé of what working with an ex-villain is like, as told by a very distraught Yuuri Katsuki. (P.S.: it isn’t the fact that he’s an ex-villain that Yuuri is close to losing his mind.)

so! cute! domestic life after yuuri and viktor move back to russia!! so cute!!! omg!!!!

Safety Hazards in St. Petersburg by @lucycamui

summary:

In which Yuuri moves in with Victor in St. Petersburg and Victor discovers just how distracting living with him can be.

Alternatively titled, How Many Ways Can Victor Hurt Himself? or Idiots in Love

Authors I advise to immediately read everything they produce because fUCK

Ebenroot - they wrote the princess diaries fic above but jfc. Jfc. there’s so much more. They’re doing a fairy tale au that i scream into a pillow every time it updated. Everything they write is just so purely GOOD dear GODS

Xylophones i recced their star trek series above BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE! They did a halloween week of fics that im still obsessed with (GO READ MOONSTRUCK PLEASEEEE!!!) so there’s a ton more to check out!!!

Thehandsingsweapon / @handsingsweapon *opens coat* u want some wonderfully developed characters? Some of that good character development shit?? The best parents i’ve ever read for sir victor nikiforov?????? Literally please read these fics for the pure existence of victor’s wonderful lesbian mothers. God. its all i want in life and i have to live vicariously through these fics.

Spookyfoot / @spookyfoot if for some odd reason you dont have the time/will to read 30 wonderful yoi fics, for the love of god please read their spy/mistaken identity fic. God please. It’s been months since i got the notification email for it and i STILL LAUGH FROM THE THOUGHT OF IT. so good. im in love.

okay okay, it’s sunday night and im using this to stall doing my homework but i should go now. let me know if you want anymore!! lol it might take awhile for me to finally answer the ask but ill get to it!!!

#fic recs #yuri on ice #yoi #my asks #anon #rosy answers

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imamotherfuckingstar-lord · 7 years ago

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Don’t Let Me Go Tonight, pt. 2

Steve Trevor x Reader

A/N: Looks like it’s going to be a mini-series. Maybe 4 parts tops.

Summary: Your best friend, Lydia, has had a strange fling with Steve Trevor - a man you have loved from afar. A few nights before his next military mission, the two of you have a night together. Is it love or a one night stand?

Masterlist

There were two small windows in your small bedroom and the morning sun shined through it, landing on the bare of your back. The warmth gathered in one spot on your skin and after a few minutes, it stirred you from sleep.

You yawned and stretched, eyes clamped shut until you felt another body on the right of you. Making sure to not move swiftly, you sat up and leaned against the headboard, grabbing the heavy green blanket to cover up. Your eyes started from the feet that peeked out from under the sheet, moving up to the strong relaxed back - right to the nape of Steve’s beck.

He snored quietly and it brought a guilty smile to your face.

The two of you had slept together, twice, last night and Lydia hadn’t popped into your mind until now - when night’s inhibitions felt slightly wrong. Slightly, because as Steve made the sleeping sounds, your heart fluttered.

It was all you ever wanted, but Lydia was a friend, a good one and you had done her wrong. You were not sure how she would react to the news and for a second you convinced yourself she’d be just fine - Steve and her were never serious, never a real couple...never real.

Your own thoughts betrayed you, because they weren’t very convincing.

Nonetheless, it happened and now all there was left to do was face the consequences and make coffee.

So you quietly left the bed, grabbed the silk robe off your vanity and headed into the small kitchen in your small apartment. You checked the time and sighed, because the bookstore needed to be open soon. Starting the kettle for the water, you tightened the robe and sat at the tiny table in the center of the room. A few books were piled on the table and you picked the top one up and leafed through it, nervous chattered rumbled through your head.

Steve had said he wanted you in every way there was, but did he mean it?

You were no fool, you knew how some men could be. Yet, Trevor didn’t seem that way. He was sincere in his words, you hoped.

Your eyes glossed over the words of the novel, not really reading, but just gazing until a chuckle came from the bedroom door.

“The kettle, sweetheart,” Steve smiled at you, making his way to the stove in nothing but the slacks he had worn the night before.

Your heart stopped at the sight of his bareness, the way the pants slung on his hips, the way his back relaxed as he turned the stove knob. The book in your hands felt heavy suddenly and you placed it down, unable to move.

“I have to report to my station today, just some formalities. Will you be free this evening?”

Steve turned to you and chuckled at the confused expression on your face. He left the stove and made his way the table, kneeling down in front of you. His right hand went to your knee and he caressed it with his thumb.

“I meant what I said last night,” he confirmed. “Every word.”

“Oh,” you managed and Steve shook his head.

“That’s all I get? That’s okay,” he said, standing up to press a kiss onto your forehead. “You have eggs? I’d like to make you some breakfast, I know you open the bookshop soon.”

You mumbled a few words, instructing him toward the fridge. He listened and took the book you were reading earlier and placed it on your lap.

“Read, I’ll cook.”

So you did, but not really.

Instead, out of the corner of your eye, you watched Steve work around the kitchen. He hummed quietly as he made eggs and there was nothing to do about the permanent smile on your face. It almost seemed like a dream - a wonderful domesticated dream. It was all you thought about when you’d go out with Steve and Lydia. He’d smile, laugh, throw an arm around her and it left you with a longing - one that now seemed filled.

“Eat up,” Steve mused, placing down a plate in front of you.

“This looks delicious,” you sighed with satisfaction and Steve grinned, taking a seat across from you. The two of you ate in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the warm food. You hadn’t realized how famish your body was from the previous night, so you ate quickly and Steve sat back in amusement.

“Marry me.”

You stopped mid chew and glared at the handsome pilot before you. He laughed and scratched the back of his head in a bit of embarrassment.

“Are you mad?”

“Not today,” he chuckled, leaning his elbows on the table.

“Well,” you said, placing the fork down. “You clearly are, drink some coffee, Steve.”

He shook his head, but entertained your demand, taking a long unhurried sip from his cup - letting out a long ‘ahh’ after. You laughed and sighed, taking a bite of bread.

“Are you ready for your next adventure?”

“Always am, but I have to admit,” he said with a regretful simper. “You’re making it a lot harder to leave.”

Pursing your lips, trying to hold back a smile, you shrugged. “My apologies?”

“I know what you can do to make it up to me.”

“And that is?”

Steve reached across the table for your hand. “Marry me.”

You pulled away roughly and got up from the chair. Staring down at the man, you frowned and stormed into your bedroom - slamming the door shut. A lump hit your throat as you leaned against the door.

Was he playing you for a fool?

This talk of marriage!

He must know how madly you felt about him, was it not obvious?

It almost seemed like he was teasing you and you did not liking being teased - not on any occasion.

A soft knock startled you and Steve’s voice muffled through the door.

“Sweetheart,” he cooed. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I do not like to be teased, Trevor,” you replied loud enough for him to hear.

The other side of the door remained quiet for a moment, until the doorknob jiggled. You turned and faced the door, waiting for it to open. Your heart clutched tightly to itself until Steve’s wonderfully handsome face appeared before you.

He looked bewildered as he took a step toward, lifting a hand to the side of your face. A tear streamed down your cheek and Steve quickly shook his head in protest.

“Please don’t do that,” he urged, pulling you into his bare chest.

His warmth felt like home on your skin and you knew then, this was not just a night’s affair, a mistake or a lapse of judgement. It was none of those things.

What it was, what it could only ever be was love.

“Okay,” you whispered against his chest.

Steve carefully pulled you away and his blue eyes stared into yours. “Are you sure?”

Placing a hand on his bare chest, you beamed. “Yes!”

You laughed at the way Steve’s smile reached his eyes and you jumped into his arms, letting him spin you around - pressing rough kisses onto your lips.

“Thank you,” he whispered into your ear. “You’ve just made me the happiest man alive.”

The room swirled in a sea of joy and enrichment, excitement swelled up in your chest, because you had loved Steve for so long and from so far. And now, now he was all yours.

But as he placed you down, your feet touched the ground along with the forgotten guilt.

Lydia….you had to tell Lydia.

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bridgetteirish · 8 years ago

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@xxtorchxx made this gorgeous manip and it lit a fire of inspiration in me. She was kind and generous enough to allow me to lend my words to her perfect image. Just bask in this brilliance for awhile. As should go without saying, do not repost, re-use or claim this work as your own. If you like it, use that little reblog button in the bottom right corner of the post.

A million thank-yous @xxtorchxx for your talent and creativity and for your thoughts on this little fic to complement it.

Thanks to @reginalovesemma for the edits. As always, you elevate my work.

A note about this little fic. Mon-El was never Kara’s boyfriend. In this little world, he was the funny, goofy, sidekick pal we all deserved him to be. Kara misses him and does have to deal with the loss of a friend, but he did not have the dominating presence in her life he was given in canon.

Please enjoy!

She was glad it hadn’t been anything tragic. When she’d sped off the CatCo balcony with Cat’s whispered “Go get ‘em, Supergirl” still ringing in her ears, she said a brief prayer to Rao that her city would not see any more pain this day.

She wasn’t supposed to hear it, but they both knew she had. Kara’s superhearing was well-attuned to Cat. It was long-past time for them both to acknowledge what had never really been a secret between them.

She could see the flames and smoke rising into the air almost as soon as she left the balcony. Evidence of the events of the last few days was everywhere as she flew over National Boulevard and she stretched her arms and sped up. When she arrived at the scene, Kara and the NCPD worked in tandem, putting out pockets of flames and pulling terrified citizens from the buildings. They worked low, Kara worked high. Her last save was a little girl, clutching a stuffed bear and crying. Kara wrapped her cape around the shaking girl and flew her to the ground before laying her on a gurney. The girl, Mandy, she’d said her name was, gripped her hand and asked her to ride with her in the ambulance.

“I have to stay here and make sure everyone else is safe, sweetie. But you’re being very brave and strong and I promise, when the doctors and your mom and dad say it’s okay, I’ll come visit you, alright?”

“Okay, Supergirl. I’ll be brave and strong like you.”

Tears sprang to her eyes. “Braver and stronger, Mandy. I believe in you.”

The little girl smiled as the medic fitted an oxygen mask over her mouth. They loaded the gurney into the ambulance and Kara turned back to the scene. Everyone else was mostly fine; a few people coughing or limping, some bumps and bruises and mild burns. Mandy’s father had a concussion from being hit by a falling beam, but the medics assured Kara he would be fine. Kara ensured the ambulances were en route before giving the firefighters and EMTs a nod and flying away.

She flew back to CatCo to gather her laptop and purse, hoping, though not expecting, to see Cat again. She didn’t want to examine that hope too deeply. Cat’s presence had always been comforting, but having her back after so long away felt like a salve on an ancient burn.

By this time of day, when the sun was sinking towards the horizon and the National City sky was painted with the purples and yellows of twilight, most people would be home, cooking dinner or catching up on television or watching the sunset over the ocean or any number of wonderfully domestic things So many nights Kara flew across her city, wishing she could be a part of it; wishing she could do all of those normal, small things that added up to a life, added up to a human life. Like Miss Grant had said. “It isn’t what you do. It’s who you love.”

Kara had intended on heading straight home. Her heart felt a bit heavy with wondering where Mon-El’s little pod was now. He’d been goofy and impossible and irritating most of the time… but he had been her friend, and she would miss him. As she flew past the familiar, arty Gateway district on her way to her own beloved little neighborhood, she noticed the lights on in the penthouse that had been dark for almost a year, and the diminutive, shadowed figure, head bowed, moonlight shining off unmistakable blonde locks.

She changed course and landed as silently as possible on the balcony several feet from Cat. “Long day?” She wanted to sound cavalier and brave and heroic. What came out instead was tentative, more Kara than Supergirl. But then, that was okay, wasn’t it, now that the secret, whispered as she had walked away, was no longer being kept between them.

“Just… thinking…” Cat was usually not contemplative. She was decisive, bold, a whirlwind of action and fearlessness, but as she looked up from where her hands were folded over the balustrade, Kara caught tears shining in her eyes and a worry behind her smirk that created a small crease in her forehead where none usually appeared.

Kara smiled and walked to stand next to her. “Thinking, huh. A year in a yurt and you become a cloud-watcher?” She was teasing, hoping Cat would tease back in that irresistible, infuriating way that reminded Kara she’d never be able to keep up, nor would she want to.

But she didn’t tease back. The frown deepened and Cat backed away from the balcony’s edge and made for the door. “I’ve come to appreciate a good sunset. Good night, Supergirl.”

“Cat, wait.” Kara was relieved when her voice was enough to stop Cat and get her to turn. She didn’t return to her spot but rather leaned her back against the glass wall and crossed her arms, waiting, so Kara continued. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, Kara, Kara, Kara.” Kara tried not to shiver at the sound of her name coming from Cat’s lips again and again. “You do not need to worry that pretty little, perfectly coiffed head about me.” She tilted her head to the side sizing Kara up. Cat waited a few beats for Kara to fumble out her usual insistence that Cat had her all wrong, but Kara remained silent. Cat pressed. “No denials? No tricks? No throwing me off the track?”

Kara shook her head. “I heard you earlier,” she confessed. “Calling me Supergirl when I left.” She kicked at a tiny stone laying on the balcony floor. She wondered curiously how it got there and she avoided Cat’s eyes by crushing it under her boot until it was a tiny pile of dust. “I wanted you to know, Cat. So many times. But you left before I found the courage and…” She blew a large breath through her lips. “Every time this past year when I wondered where you were, if you were happy, if you would ever come back, I wished I had told you, that night we said goodbye.” She looked around the balcony and stepped forward so she was under the eave where Cat stood. “I stood on a balcony so much like this one and you asked, in your own way, and…” she shrugged. “I chickened out.”

She waved her hand noncommittally. “Well, I know now.” She picked at the edge of a fingernail. “Water under the bridge.” She was avoiding eye contact and Kara began attempting to meet her gaze, unsuccessfully. She took another step forward and her proximity startled Cat enough for her to lift her head and look at Kara. Kara registered the pain in her eyes and a tiny lump formed in her throat. As quickly as the hurt passed Cat’s eyes, the mask was back and Cat shut down again. “Go on, Supergirl. Surely there’s an entire city waiting to congratulate their savior once again. I know you had to say goodbye to one friend today, but your others are probably wondering where you are right about now. And I have had an exhausting couple of days. If you’ll excuse me.” She made to leave again.

“Stop it!” Kara immediately regretted her tone and Cat stopped and turned in surprise. “Sorry,” she backed off a little. “Sorry, it’s just that…” she found her ire again and stepped closer. “Was it all bullshit?”

The confused look on Cat’s face drove her to continue. “All that talk of love being the answer and how it isn’t about what we do. That all sounded great, Cat, but you sat in your office today for over fourteen hours, working and yelling at people, just like you did before you left.” Kara crossed her arms when Cat became visibly uncomfortable. “Nothing’s really changed, has it? You talk a big game, but when it comes right down to it…”

“When it comes right down to it, I don’t have anyone.” Cat leaned back against the window, crossing her arms in a mirror image of Kara’s stance. “I sat in a yurt, Kara, and found the meaning of life… but I have no means by which to fulfill it. Having the answer doesn’t erase the loneliness. I could never regret CatCo or the choices I’ve made, but… I’ve spent years alienating people. I don’t exactly have a line out the door.”

“Carter?” Kara asked curiously.

“He’s very settled with his father,” she answered smoothly. “I chose to go away and I can’t just…”

“You have me,” Kara filled in quickly. “I’m not just your project or your minion anymore.” She strode forward and took Cat by the shoulders. “I. Am. Your. Friend.”

Cat let out a mirthless laugh and lifted her eyes to the stars. “Friend, yes. My good friend, Kara.”

Kara tilted her head to the side. “What does that mean?”

Cat deflated. “Nothing.” She shook her head. “Nothing.” She met Kara’s eyes. “Go home, Kara.”

“No.” Kara was scared. This Cat was new to her. Where was her unwavering confidence, her surety that she sat on top of the world? Where was the woman whose unshakeable faith just that afternoon gave her the courage to face her mortal enemy? She knew Cat would want to flee, but Kara’s hand still rested decisively on her shoulder. She gave a light squeeze to keep her in place. “No. I won’t leave you. Not like this. I am your friend. I can dole out advice too… unsolicited as it may be.” Kara smiled but Cat pressed her lips together and didn’t respond. Kara pressed on. “You won’t find love in the same office that was making you so restless, with the same people, day in and day out. And you won’t find it in a yurt in the mountains.”

Her hand on Cat’s shoulder moved a bit higher, to cradle Cat’s neck. Kara’s heart was racing. Cat’s proximity and the intimacy of what she was being allowed to do right now was causing riots in her brain. But she had to make Cat understand how special she was, how worthy of love, how capable of love she truly was. Cat had always been the one to lift her up, to remind her of what she was capable of. Hadn’t it only been the other day that Cat sat in a dark alley and told her that finding love was everything? She wasn’t following her own advice. “If you want love, Cat, you have to go where people can be allowed to love you.” She searched Cat’s eyes and found just a hint of amusement there.

Cat cleared her throat. “And if the person I love is in that office?” she asked innocently.

“Well then you can’t just hide away in your…”

Cat shook her head and barked out a mirthless laugh, looking above Kara’s head to the sky beyond. “Idiot.”

“What?”

“You’re an idiot, Kara Danvers.” Cat pulled back as though she was going to sweep right out of Kara’s arms and away. Instead, Kara’s hand moved up further still, almost of it’s own volition. She watched, fascinated that Cat was allowing this. There was no explanation in Kara’s mind for how her thumb gave Cat’s cheek a distracted little stroke and her fingertips found their way into the soft hair behind her ear. It just happened, almost as though Kara wasn’t in control. Her heart raced and her hand tingled where her fingertips brushed against the base of Cat’s skull. She was mesmerized by the contrast of the deep blue of her suit against the pale glow of Cat’s skin and she felt herself go a bit weak at the knees when Cat’s heartbeat picked up a bit too. She was reeling from the closeness of Cat, her scent, her softness. But it was the sadness she caught shining from her eyes that compelled her to keep her close.

“Don’t go. I don’t… I don’t understa…” Cat gave Kara’s hand a tiny nuzzle with her cheek but looked down. Realization dawned on Kara’s mind like the sun across an open field. “Wait… me?”

Cat’s hand tucked itself around Kara’s waist and gave a squeeze. She sighed. “Look who just caught up.”

“I never thought… I never dreamed… All this time?”

Cat gave her a tight-lipped smile. “A year in a yurt couldn’t remove you from my heart, so I had thought maybe I should just… try letting you into it. But with everything that’s happened, Kara, you aren’t --”

Kara pressed a kiss, surprising and warm, to Cat’s lips, cutting her off. “I am,” she breathed when she pulled away, just a hair’s breadth, words landing against Cat’s lips and making her tingle. “I am,” she breathed again before capturing Cat’s lips again and again and again. Their kisses were long and deep and sweet. Kara’s head spun like sugar when she felt Cat clutch her cape, her hand soft against her back. When they separated, after long minutes, Kara’s thumb gave Cat’s cheek another light caress.

Cat looked up at her and a radiant smile spread across her face. “Well, Supergirl. What do we do now?” She teased, with a tiny squeeze to her waist and a brush of their noses.

“Oh, Cat.” Kara ducked her head and brushed one more chaste kiss against Cat’s lips. “Don’t you remember?” She tucked Cat’s head beneath her chin and wrapped her arms fully around her. “It’s not what we do… it’s who we love.”

#supercat #manip #xxtorchxx #kara x cat #kara danvers #cat grant

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