#miizik

//They get pretty bad. They’ve been harassing the VAs and crew like Shibe says too, and they will call you every name under the sun for shipping Shiro with literally anyone because he’s supposedly the oldest character and everyone else are “teens” and therefore off limits to him. It’s fucking stupid.

//what the actual fuck

do people not realize this is all fictional??????

that makes me want to go out and buy volt/ron things just to spite the pissy people

and I’ve never even watched it

VAs shouldn’t be getting threatened over this shit that’s just

@miizik

  Of course, this was something Beka had known, but to hear the words aloud seemed rather harsh. Still, he could not protest the fact. This marriage had been forced upon them, and it was to be done as quickly as it could be managed. It caused a rather bitter feeling in Otabek because he knew he and Yuuri could never grow to love each other the way that they had hoped to be loved.

  “I know that. You love Victor, it’s as plain as day.” But Victor was far wealthier than both of them, and the silver haired man was being forced to marry the daughter of a friend of his own family. It was nothing more than a desperate bid to keep him and Yuuri apart. Victor’s parents wanted a grandchild to inherit what Victor would one day own, and Yuuri couldn’t give them that. Beka himself had wanted Yura, but it wasn’t to be either.

  “Do what you want when we’re married. See who you want. I don’t even care if you sneak out to see Victor.” Such harshness was uncharacteristic of him, but his broken heart is what caused it.

He hated that it had to be like this in the first place, that he had to just accept that Yuuri wasn’t going to be happy here with him but...well, he didn’t seem to want this either, and with good reason. But Otabek had hit marrying age before Yuri, and the match between him and the Katsuki family was much stronger and to them there was no question of who it should be; no matter how hard he tried to convince them to fight against the engagement it was no use, Viktor’s wedding date was set already.

sex + romance hc’s! || accepting! || @miizik

💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner?

—“Yurochka has finally turned into a man!”

“This is hardly fair. :/”

‘Ah, no no--it’s not that.     It’s just that...I’m pretty heavy.’

Typically when skaters had partners the latter was usually far lighter. Makoto was very much NOT. You had literally melted when heh had taken your hand and glided out onto the ice with him. Not too nervous as you were more than able to sync with him in movements on the ice. It was only when you felt hands grab yours from behind in what felt like a lift you pushed yourself forward to break the contact.

‘I can definitely lift you no problem, but ah..     ha, last guy that tried couldn’t do it.’

Strained even. Let’s not subject him to that.

It was the off season, but it was also time for the skaters to prepare themselves for the fall through winter months to start their next season, but Angelique, a skater for the representation of France in the Ladies singles, was scheduled to have a week off to at least be a teen for what little time she had left before the teen would be wiped off her age bracket (though that wasn’t until fall, it was still irksome). She was laying on the couch, head nearly touching the floor as her legs and feet dangled off the top of the couch. A reverse sit as she jokingly called it, flipping through her phone.

Her parents had been nice to give her suggestions of places to go for her week off. She thought about visiting home, but her parents were going to be busy that week and she didn’t want to be a nuisance. Besides, she would see them before she left for the GPF, and at a party no less. There was also a suggestion of going to a beach resort for a week, but that wasn’t something a single girl should do.

Most of the ideas seemed like a flop until she found the very last suggestion; it was a summer cabin in the woods (it may have sounded like a horror movie cliche), it was by a lake, beautiful trees, a forest trail. Curiosity nibbling at the back of her mind she took a look at some of the pictures of the cabin interiors. They were beautifully rustic, log cabin exterior and interior walls, a hardwood floor with a few carpets. Stone fireplace in the living area, there was also a kitchen so they wouldn’t have to cook the old fashioned way unless they wanted burgers or something. Though most of the heat sources like the fireplace and stove were wood fed, the cabin had electricity, including a tv in the sitting room.

Then again, was this really a good place to go on her own? She loved her parents, but damn a lot of their ideas were so couple-like. A blush was on her face as she thought about someone she could invite. Copying the link she went to search through her contacts until she found the one she looked for Otabek, with a little bear emoji by his ID (no way in hell she would share that).

Text: [Hey Otabek, I have a week off coming up. Would you like to go here with me if you have time? (website link attached)]

Plopping her phone on the coffee table she stared at the dust that was gathering under her television’s entertainment center as she waited for an answer.