#yura pls

[kathinkapng]

Happy Wife, Happy Life 💖🌺✨️

A washitape drawing a did for the charas of my game "You and Me" - This is how imagine their wedding outfits UvU

[solphuruz]

Hello again pafl nation

I love traumatized teens

Im. So fucking normal.

Iam also in the progress of writing a fic if this goes well i might post it.

[77ngiez-archive]

pure light, pure dread, pure pseudophed!

[hiddenwizard]

@nopanamaman i made this goddawful yura sketch and i wanted to inflict it upon the masses

[soediz]

Yuraput the gun down plz

[luckyturtleduck]

Does anyone know the name of that one fic on ao3 where Zuko rescues two water tribe boys (part of Hakoda’s fleet) from the ocean and then ends up falling for one of them?

I can give more details if needed, I just can’t find it and it’s driving me insane.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

rewatching pafl and losing my fucking mind over false disposition again 😔😔………….. the scene where sanya is bashing her bat against a trash can and yura interrupts ………… the dialogue…….. ”you know, i really hate this town.” ……………. hhhhhhhhHHH

[edai-crplpnk]

Thinking about Baki being kissed by a pretty boy

[umitvar]

the smile and the kind words from the emperor help with some of the stress, though the majority of it remains. a tilt of their forward in a bow of gratitude, they move towards the gestured seat. "i am well too, thank you." they continue to evade eye contact even after they sit, relaxing slightly further when the guard is dismissed. it is a show of trust, and attention in what yura is about to say, all details they appreciate endlessly. they need a few more seconds before the bout of courage comes, and when they look up, there is some determination on their face, though still mixed with the apprehension of having to ask something of this magnitude, regardless of how important it is to them. "before i start... it's- incredibly personal. and i would understand if you didn't want anything to do with it." even to someone who did not know the tsarina, yura asking this, without her in the same room, would make it clear they are doing it on their own, most likely keeping it a secret from the ruler. "i was- adopted by the tsarina at a very young age, during one of her travels to japan." they take the piece of paper from their pocket, straightening the edges of it, fidgeting it under their hold. this story is not one they remember, all they have known has been russia their entire life. "i know very little and... this is all i have from them." a hanko sigil, that they have traced again and again, the sole source of their heritage. hesitant hands put the piece of paper on the table in front of kaito, and push it towards him halfway. "i was wondering- i am not even sure if it would be possible to —" evading their gaze again, words stuck in their throat. "to talk to them. to meet with them."

unexpected audiences  appeared  a  trend  in  brazil, a stark change from lal qila where, with the crown still an odd weight on his head, the eyes upon him felt like they were searching for cracks rather than conversation. of the many conversations he'd partaken in during the betrothal celebration, the one with the tsar stood amongst those more vividly recollected. as he heard the footsteps approaching, kaito set his quill down and moved the letter to the side so his attention could rest solely on the tsar. in the corner of the study, haru and sora stirred from theirs naps and lifted their heads.   ❝ tsar yura. i'm well, and you? ❞   he greeted them with a smile. eyes widened slightly a moment later; the flame of curiosity sparked.   ❝ certainly. please, have a seat. ❞   he motioned first to one of the chairs before signaling for the one guard who lingered like a shadow could go, waiting until the door closed before speaking once more.   ❝ what is it you'd like to speak with me about? ❞

[intomybubble]

Uuuugh i liked yura and moa together in peach sorbet, but her continuing to go after his older brother (she had a crush on him for years, didn't know about yura) after being fwb for months now (also doing it basically everywhere in the brothers' shared apartment) pisses me off omg. like I honestly saw this coming eventually, but moa and the brother are assholes mainly for ditching yura's final match to go f*ck each other when i think both told him that they'd go. like the girl he planned on properly confessing to and his older brother (idk if they have other family) both ditched his match and the way he found out was through a call moa and the older brother didn't realize they were on while f*cking omfg

also the the brother is a p.o.s not just about yura but being incredibly uncaring after all three meet after the match? like what kind of fucking brother are you? ugh then again, the comic never really portrayed them as close but... i hope moa realizes that she made a mistake and either puts a lot of effort into getting on yua's side again, or he just fucks off to america where he got scouted to train and is happy. idgaf about moa atm since her ass is too indecisive

[writingmeraki]

kiss the shit out of you — k.mg drabble.

❝ in which you thought there'd never be a time when you would experience first-hand jealousy but turns out you aren't an exception to this emotion.

( or in which your boss seungcheol loves to find new ways to push your buttons. and push you towards mingyu too. you might just punch him or thank him. )

pairing: secret!agent mingyu x secret!agent reader, established stage. genre : fluff, angstish. warnings : jealousy, mentions of bars and drinks, death threats, no actual kissing guys im sorry

a/n : pri comeback with another secret agent mingyu drabble. who cheered. not a full on comeback but hey i picked this up from my abandoned clusters of wips and welp this is how it turned out, let me know what you think !! also urm if the writing is a lil yk wonky pls bare w me it's been a long while <3 also the summary probs sucks my bad g again it's been aaa whileee :DDDDDD

word count : 1.8k

“I want to kill you.” 

You glared at Cheol as you clenched your fist to your side resisting the urge to punch the shit-eating grin off his face. 

Not an ideal sentence to tell your boss but the situation he’d kept you in was going the way he predicted and not how you thought it would. 

It started earlier in the day when he called Mingyu and you along with Chan and Seokmin in to do a mission which would require disguises and putting on an act. It was simple really he said, you all had to attend a gala, which had the member of a gang you’d been trying to catch attending as well. 

Butter him up, a few drinks later and he’d let the information you seeked slip out with ease. This particular member was one who caused a lot of mishaps, knowingly or unknowingly, he was hard to track but this was a sure tip as his name was also on the guest list.

It all seemed okay until he told you the twist. You would be the servers along with Chan and Seokmin. You looked at him in confusion wondering if he forgot Mingyu was also called in and was right beside you also wondering something similar. 

“What about him?”

“Oh right. He’s going to be attending as a couple with Yura.” He said it nonchalantly while looked towards you,

“It shouldn’t be a bother to you right? Considering it’s just a few hours and most importantly for the job.” He had a smug look on his face to which you slowly narrowed your eyes at him. Mingyu was going to oppose, but you shushed him. 

“It’s for the job Gyu, it wouldn’t matter to me.” You knew he had more to say but he just frowned and nodded at your words.

You knew what card he had been playing, you could remember him asking you that what if there came a time your partner would have to act as a couple with someone else would you have gotten jealous and you also remember you scoffing at him saying, it would be for a mission only anyways, why would you be? He protested saying it was natural to feel jealous but you told him that then you would need to get a grip instead of being unprofessional. 

Now you could feel your words bite you back as you tried not to glare at the way she seemed more than excited to be with ‘the most sought out’ agent.

You scoffed at yourself, feeling an even worse guilt at being jealous. The kind where you trusted him, but you couldn’t help the ugly emotion to rise up and as time went it seemed to rile up.

It was going to be one of the rookies, her first big assignment being this. Her name was Yura, from what you recalled. 

Your relationship with Mingyu was not exactly public. Again it was your idea. It seemed all your ideas were eventually coming to bite you in the back. Maybe this was your karma for something.

Eventually looking away from the couple, you sighed as you sat down by the bar.

“Oye, you aren’t supposed to sit, you’re the server here.” Before he could speak further, Chan elbowed your boss to which he glared at him but eventually gulped a little when he saw the look on your face. 

Now, Choi Seungcheol was no coward. But he knew better than to already fuel a fire that might just burn him alive. Quite literally. He thinks he’s spoken enough when he sees your stare harden.

“Haha, or not, yeah um…continue to sit as you wish, besides we’re just back up here…I’ll uh, I’ll go finish the um…cleaning the glasses.” 

“Get me a drink. Strong.”  

And as your pretend bartender colleague made you an actual whisky on the rocks — training required prior days to mission — your eyes automatically once again drifted off to him. 

Your partner, your boyfriend, highlighting the your factor harshly in your thoughts as you looked at the pretend couple. 

Jealousy, you learnt that day, is an ugly emotion but a fascinating one too. It might slowly chip away at your self esteem and build on a pile of undeserving guilt but it somehow helps in emphasising just how much one means to the other. 

It was a horrible pit at the bottom of your stomach but an unflattering brush in the depth of your heart. Both making you more confused and therefore, anger being the only emotion that would make sense. 

You could hear her giggles as she leaned in closer to his side, her arm practically cushioned between his and you clenched your molars in the assumed anger. 

It was as if he could sense your gaze. He always could, since a long time actually. As though his mind seemed to embed you, your presence right into his unconscious to the point he could practically feel your gazes on him. 

Maybe an exaggeration but he thinks when it comes to you, it all seemed to fall less.  

His eyes flickered to see where you were directing yours at, and immediately he had to put in his all to not just move away. He was trying his all honestly, the reason he accepted was because he was sure you were also okay with it. 

Professionally. Of course.

Emotionally? Personally? 

You may have just been on the edge of punching someone. Seungcheol, you wish. 

The way you were looking seemed nonchalant but this was the man that loved – loves you. Of course he knew when you were anything but. 

Before you could even move your attention to him from where it had darted to – Yura subtly moved her hand above Mingyu’s. It was so subtle but you were very observant, unfortunately in this case, hand clenching around the now almost empty glass of alcohol. 

It seemed in a flash, he abruptly pulled away, murmuring an excuse of getting another drink and you rolled your eyes at the pet names that smoothly rolled out of Yura’s tongues for him. You could feel your sanity level drop at that point. 

Taking a deep breath, you reminded yourself as you shut your eyes for a second, that this was a mission. A job. You couldn’t, shouldn’t fuck this up because you can’t keep your newly acquired emotions in check—

A hand on top of yours was the next thing you felt. And even before you opened your eyes to face the owner of the hand, you already knew. 

“Hey.” Minyu softly whispered, facing affront while you turned your head in his direction. He was close but not enough to seem suspicious, hand being hidden from the view of the others at the table. 

Even though it was just a small touch, he kept it there as he spoke out to Chan. Mumblings of the drinks, a few details about the information he managed to get. 

Yet all you could focus on was the warmth that radiated from his hand above yours. The way his hair was styled, the way his longer strands stood out perfectly, the way his pinkish lips moved as he spoke, eyes briefly shifting to yours when he did and it seemed he noticed your blatant checking out as one corner of his lip rose up. 

Dammnit, his suits were always your weakness. 

“Hi” He tried again, briefly shifting his head in your direction which seemed to snap you out of your daze as you blinked a few times.

“Hey.” You turned your hand that was facing down, and he briefly looked over and intertwined his fingers through yours.

Chan hastily looked over as he made the drinks, deciding he could probably slow down making the few drinks, and not like he was an expert at being fast anyway.

“Be careful.” He whispered to your pair, to which you looked at him and rolled your eyes but gave a short nod. 

“Are you alright?” As Mingyu asked, you froze up for a moment, wondering if your obvious discomfort was already known to him. 

Gulping, you nodded because it seemed easier to nod than to let your words out in fear of stumbling over reasons for your discomfort. 

Jealousy, was again, odd. It made you ashamed, a lump in the throat due to feeling like perhaps you were just overthinking it all.

You didn’t even realise you were blatantly showing your nervousness, eyes looking at anywhere but his and mulling your bottom lip. 

“You don’t need to worry over anything, ‘s going fine okay?”

“I can see that.” 

The words came out sharply than intended, and he blinked owlishly, eyebrow raising at you with an emotion that seemed familiar to both confusion and wonder in his eyes. 

“You don’t seem okay though.” He bit the bullet and told you his actual thoughts. He would have even said his assumptions but he did not want to tread too far. 

“I’ll be fine, stop worrying about me. Your girlfriend wouldn’t appreciate that.” 

Aha. There it was.

He scanned your face. The scoff was prominent as you narrowed your eyes ahead.

“You know you're the only one that matters to me right?” And even though he was tempted to tease you at the moment, he figured he'd save it for later. 

His hand squeezed yours, as if to amplify his words, their meaning to you. How much he truly meant them, he hoped that it would somehow reach to you through the simple motion of squeezing your hand tighter.

And somehow, he knows it did when the crease between your brow slowly disappeared, when the scowl on your face dropped and a seemingly exhausted sigh escaped you.

Jealousy was…tiring.

“Yes, I know.”

Without thinking, he leaned in closer to you, mouth grazing your ear as he spoke, the sudden warmness of his breathing so close making you shudder slightly.

“Tell you what baby? You can simply kiss the out of me when we get back. You know, remove all your anger, I heard it's a great exercise.”

The abruptness of the statement made you pull away and you couldn't help but giggle at his words, feeling a lot lighter than previously. A warm feeling spreads on your cheeks at the thought of his pink lips captivating yours. 

And of course, no one in this world could surprise you the way Kim Mingyu does. 

Well two could play at this.

Leaning in closer, your eyes gleamed with an equally mischievous flair to his, you whispered, only for his ears.

“As if I need permission to kiss the shit out of you, I hope you know I can and will do it anytime, anywhere.” 

His smile turned into a smirk as he glanced back at the table, seeing how his colleague was occupying the others, knowing he could go off for a few.

Looking at you determinedly, he stood up, pushing his hand forward,

“Bathroom break?” 

And of course, anywhere Kim Mingyu would go, you'd too. 

Placing your head in his, you nodded with a chuckle at how unserious this was getting,

“Sure.”

Lucky for the both of you, it seemed you were good at keeping your words. And kissing of course. 

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[77ngiez-archive]

various pafl oc stuff

[loneforestwolf]

Wow, just... wow.

WTH theres so little likes??? C'mon ppl i believe in you

Just some PAFL stuff:)

Ferry's songs is sooo important thing for me, and I can't explain how much. So I decide to draw a little! Сonsider this my gratitude✨

[niki-phoria]

キュンと響く ゆら, ゆら, baby, baby

pairing: sung hanbin x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 324

notes: sorry about the small hiatus, writers block is killing me lmao, little late but HAPPY 1ST ANNIVERSARY JEBEWON !! not proofread, pls forgive any mistakes !! title from zb1 - yura yura

SUNG HANBIN feels like a fool. his hands lay stiffly at his sides, scared to disturb your beauty sleep with any rash movements. butterflies swarm throughout his stomach relentlessly. he can only hope that you can’t hear how fast his heart is beating from where your head rests gingerly against his chest. 

sunlight streams in through your windows, illuminating the world around you in a soft morning glow. you awaken quietly; your eyes flutter open for a second before you squeeze them shut, doing your best to hide away from the light.

hanbin chuckles quietly, hesitantly moving to comfortingly rub your back. his touch is soothing as he helps welcome you back into consciousness after a long night of sleep. 

“good morning,” hanbin whispers. 

you blink up at him a few times, rubbing the last remnants of sleep out of your eyes before you smile softly. “morning,” you mumble. you sigh, leaning your head back against it’s original spot against hanbin’s chest. “did you sleep well?”

“i did,” he hums. “even with someone snoring in my ear all night long.” 

hanbin laughs when you sit up, playfully swatting at him in annoyance. “i did not!” you shuffle away from him, reaching for a nearby pillow before his hands catch your own, swiftly ending your plans of starting a pillow fight. 

his arms slip around your waist, tugging you back down onto your mattress. “okay, okay, i’m sorry,” he smiles. the corners of his eyes crinkle up as he leans down, pressing a chaste kiss against your cheek. “i did sleep well, though.” 

“good,” you hum. reaching up, you gently trace your fingers along the edge of his jawline. your hands dance along flushed cheeks and stray freckles, leaving goosebumps in their wake. hanbin’s hand wraps around your wrist, tugging your hand gently to press a chaste kiss against the junction of your wrist. 

“you’re staring,” he murmurs.

you smile softly in return. “you’re beautiful.” 

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[nopanamaman]

theres a shaving razor on yura's sink in occam's razor so i assume he grows facial hair every now and then Can we see yura w a lil beard going on 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍pls

I'm so sorry anon he only grows the shittiest little stubble

[lou-is-lurking]

one thing that keeps happening when I write otayuri is Otabek: well behaved, does as he's told, stays in his lane, only speaks when spoken to, doesn't derail dialogue with banter (unless provoked), actually more flexible than Yuri (characterization-wise, not physically), very versatile, truly can - and will - do it all Yuri: a menace. an unpredictable force of nature. will start shit, all the time, unprovoked. does whatever the fuck he wants. will derail dialogue as if it's an olympic sport. will not shut up (or will refuse to speak to anyone, there is no in between). can turn any plot into a trainwreck and is probably proud of it. 'oh cute outline you got there, would be such a shame if someone blew it to pieces...' -> distant sound of wordcount exploding (context: I spent all day yesterday working on one of my WIPs and the second I typed " for Yuri to start speaking the entire fucking scene went completely off the rails which was admittedly a ton of fun but also WE ARE NOT GETTING ANYWHERE LIKE THIS YURA FOR FUCKS SAKE PLS I AM BEGGING YOU JUST PLAY ALONG FOR ONCE AND LET ME FINISH THE CHAPTER OH MY GOD