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mountttmase · 8 months

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Well hellooooo🤭

We are officially halfway

OOO I WAS NOT EXPECTING THE VITESSE PIC IN THISSS

The good thing about Mason having a game on a Sunday meant he you were free to see each other on Friday nights. You took it in turns whenever they popped up and this time he was at yours, currently in a food coma on your sofa as you took the plate of leftover cookies back into the kitchen so you could box them up. I LOVE THAT, THEY ARE BECOMING MORE AND MORE COMFORTABLE WITH EACH OTHER 🫢🫢🫢 AND THE COOKIES ARE ALWAYS THERE

‘I know you like them Mase, but it’s probably not a good idea for you to eat so many before a game in a few days’ you scolded, sitting down next to him and tucking yourself into his side before gently rubbing his tummy as he shut his eyes. LISTEN, GIVE US THIS COOKIES RECIPE PLEASE

‘Feels nice though, thank you’ he smiled, referring to the way you were stroking over his tummy lightly to help ease some of his discomfort. ELEPHANTS ARE RUNNING IN MY TUMMY

‘So listen I need to talk to you about something’ he told you, sitting up slightly and in the past you’d panic at his serious tone but you were curious about what he was about to ask you. PARENTS COMING TO THE GAMEEE????

‘That’s it’ he smiled, his heart warming at the fact you remembered even though you didn’t talk about it that much. ‘Well, they’re making a little documentary about me and my time there and they’ve asked if I could go over there for some filming. I was hoping you would come with me?’ Oooooo, I WAS NOT EXPECTING THATTTT🫢

‘No catch, I just wanna take you somewhere that’s special to me’ he explained and when you raised your eyebrow at him he rolled his eyes with a laugh. ‘Fine. My parents are coming too’ he explained and your eyes went wide. AHHAHAHAJ, I LOVE HOW SHE KNEW THERE WAS SOMETHING ELSE

‘Oh, um…’ GIRL, NO, YOURE GOING TO BECOME THEIR FAVOURITE CHILD😉

‘I know’ you laughed, nestling you head into his neck as he pulled you even closer. ‘I know it’s time but I’m so so nervous’ you confessed as he stroked your cheek gently. ‘It’s like I don’t have my own family for you to meet and I have no idea what to do or how to feel’ you explained as he looked down at you sympathetically. OH MY BABY

‘Well that’s not completely true. I consider you part of my family’ he told you quietly, brushing his fingers through your hair with a soft smile and you felt your eyes sting as your bottom lip wobbled. ‘It’s true, you and me come as a pair. It doesn’t matter that you’ve got no one for me to meet. You’re the most important person to me and I’d do anything to make you happy’ OKKKK, THAT KILLED ME NICELY🤭😊🫠🫠🫠

‘Also I’ve met Freya, that was daunting enough so I think it’s only fair you meet my parents’ AHHAHAHAHAHAH

‘I haven’t told them everything, I didn’t want to overstep but they know the basics. I wanted to leave it up to you to decide what you do and don’t tell them. And I said not to bring anything up unless you do first’ THE RESPECT THIS MAN HAS🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

‘Think about it this way, you’ve got time to prepare now and then once it’s done you’ve met the two most scary ones and everyone else will be a breeze’ he teased. ‘You’ll be fine baby, they’ll love you’ I WANTED THE AUNTY-SUMMER MEET TOO

Mason wasn’t back from training yet but would be within the hour so you let yourself in with the spare key he’d given you the week before knowing you’d be back earlier than him and you were happy to see the place was spotless. HE GAVE HER THE KEYS, DONT ASK ME WHY BUT YHATS THE MOST INTIMATE THING EVER

‘Baby, you here?’ He shouted through the house and you rounded the corner to meet him by the front door, his eyes going wide and they raked over your body, but it was the subtle bite of his lip that let you know he liked what he saw. ‘Well, good afternoon to me’ HE IS SO DOWN FOR HERRRR

‘First of all, that would never happen. But you look unreal babe. You’re fulfilling all my girl next door fantasies and I’m very close to taking you upstairs and-‘ MASON MOUNT, SHE'S NOT GOING TO LET YOU TOUCH HER TILL YOUR PARENTS ARE GONE ON SUNDAY🤭🤣

‘Wait, I want my welcome home hug and kiss’ he laughed and you rolled your eyes before wrapping your arms around his waist and placing a soft kiss to his already pouty lips. ‘I love coming home to you’ he whispered, your whole body erupting in goosebumps as he stared down at you with a twinkle in his eye and his hands cupping your bum. ‘I think I could get used to this’ WHEN IS THE MOVING IN HAPPEN????🤭

‘Mason I swear to god I will murder you if you don’t stop pissing about’ I JUST LOVE THAT WOMAN

THE NOSE THING IS THE BEST THINGH EVER

‘Oh it’s so lovely to meet you, Mason doesn’t shut up about you I swear’ she laughed, pulling back to smile brightly ‘I’m Debbie, this is Tony’ she told you, and you smiled at Masons dad as he held out his hand for you to shake. NO ONE DOUBTED ABOUT THAT

‘Well yes, I am. It’s nice to have another girl in the family I feel like I’m over run with boys most of the time’ THAT WHAT I WAS SAYING BEFORE 🤭

‘Yeah, y/n’s a bit of a wiz in the kitchen’ SUPPORTIVE AND SUPER IN LOVE BOYFRIEND IS HERE

‘Now, Mase doesn’t know this but I’ve bought a photo album of his from when he was a baby, I thought you might like to see some of them’ LOZ, I'M LOVIG HOW YOUR PUTTING ALL MY IDEAS IN IT🤭🩷

It felt so nice to be surrounded by a loving family, the realisation that you’d never had this hit you like a truck and you had to blink away your tears. MY BABY GIRL,YOI HAVE A BIG FAMILY NOW

‘I know baby. And I know it might not help but you’ve got me now, and all the weirdos that come as a part of my package deal’ he joked and even though you were still laughing your tears flowed even faster as you started to feel like you finally belonged somewhere. ‘It’s okay to get upset, love. It’s not like you’ve never had it. But they’re not in your life for a reason. They never deserved you and they don’t deserve your tears’ MY MAN

‘Mason, I’m not having sex with you whilst your parents are across the hall. End of. It’s bad enough us sleeping in the same bed’ AHAHHAHAH, TOLD YOU MOUNT

‘Hey y/n? I thought you looked really pretty today’ CUTIE🤭

‘I’m offended you’d think that way about me’ YOU LITTLE....🤣🤣

‘So I’ve got two rooms, both for two nights’ she confirmed and Mason nodded causing you to look at him with confusion but you made a note to ask him about it later. OOO SO THE LAKE IS GOING TO BE ON MONDAYYYY

‘Dinners at six so in like two hours, you fancy a little nap?’ He asked, flopping down on top of the sheets and you carefully crawled in besides him, hugging him from behind as you could tell he was still a bit fragile from the flight and you knew he secretly loved being the little spoon. You felt him relax as he bought your hands up to his mouth to kiss over them gently and you smiled before kissing the back of his neck. I NEED A NAP WITH HIM TOO

‘Is it my birthday or something? These look insane on you’ he murmured ’you gonna let me do something about it this time’ he whispered in your ear as he gripped your waist and the feeling of him prodding you in the back was making your heart flutter. AHHAHAHAHAHAH,NAUGHTY BOY

THE SMUTTTTT, I WAS DEFINITELY NOT EXPECTING IT, WOW LOZ🥵

‘I told her not to, but she had a snack just before we left the room’ he told them, squeezing your knee in jest and you almost spat your water out at what he was insinuating. ‘You alright there?’ He laughed, gently tapping you on the back as you grabbed a napkin but you could tell you were blushing furiously at his dirty comment. HE DID NOT SAY THAT😅🤣🤣🤣

‘Just go with it. It’s not my fault you look like a pretty princess. I want some nice pictures of you that are just for me’ THAT'S THE BEST MAN IN THE ENTIRE EARTH

‘What’s all this about ‘were’. I still am’ he argued and you laughed as Debbie rolled her eyes at him behind his back. YES YOU ARE, DON'T WORRY

‘Yeah, well he’s worth it’ you breathed, laughing at the gagging noises she was making down the phone. YEYYYYY

‘I love it. I didn’t think this weekend could get any better’ you laughed, kissing him softly as he squeezed your bum gently. HE MADE HER HAPPY😊😊😊

‘Just all of it, you know? Never been away with a boy before really, nothing like this anyway. Never felt so comfortable around anyone else parents’ you laughed as he kissed your neck with a smile. ‘I really like them’ SCREAMING, CRYING THEY'RE GOING TO KILL ME🫠🫠🫠

‘I bought you here for a reason you know’ TELL ME NOW

‘Very funny’ he teased, squeezing your hand before kissing your knuckles. ‘No. Closed off, not trusting’ OOOOOO, BABY

OK ALL HIS SPEECH WAS PERFECTION LOZ, THANK YOU FOR MAKING MAGIG WITH YOUR WRITING🥺🥺🥺

‘I love you so much, Mase. I swear I thank my lucky stars everyday that you came into my life. You’ve completely turned my world upside down in the best way possible and I’m so thankful I get to be part of yours’ you told him, never having said anything like that to him before and you watched as his eyes glossed over and his bottom lip wobbled ever so slightly. ‘Thank you for bringing me here and thank you for telling me all this. I feel so much closer to you’ MY LITTLE BIG WOMAN I'M SO PROUD OF YOU

You loved him and he loved you. And right now that’s all that mattered. EXACTLY

LOZ, WOW, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THAT

IT WAS EVERYTHING, I THINK ITS GOING TO BECOME MY COMFORT CHAPTER

YOIR WRITING IS MAGIC, YOU MAKE ME FEEL EVERY EMOTION EVERY TIME, THE LOVE, THE SADNESS, THE HAPPINESS, THE FEAR, EVERY LITTLE ONE

THANK YOI FOR SHARING THAT, LOVE YOU SO MUCH

AND MUM AND DAD ARE DOING GREAT🤭🩷🩷🩷🩷

SHES BACK

can you believe we’re halfway it’s nuts 😭

They are mum and dad and I love them with my whole heart I swear. I also love when you see your suggestions written it like it makes me so happy 🥺

Thank you so much for always taking the time to do this I love it 😭🩷

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yelenasdog · 3 years

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heavy is the head that wears the crown (mob!arvin russell x fem! pastor’s daughter! reader)

genre: angst+fluff

summary: arvin had always heard the saying “heavy is the head that wears the crown” but never truly understood what it meant. not until now

words: 4.06k

warnings: since this is based off of a tdatt, family death, mentions of death, mentions of mobs, kissing, marriage, murder, smoking, suicide, cancer and i think that’s it. it’s also kinda melodramatic, and i haven’t watched tdalt in a while so a lot could be plot inaccurate also idk anything abt the mob or mafia so like dont k*ll me thx i just like joe pesci

a/n: first, i owe the amazing concept of mob!arv to @kelieah ! so go follow her for more mob!arvin goodness!! basically i’m obsessed w 90s mob movies and watched goodfellas and casino and few too many times lately and oops here we r! i tried to write this from the narrator in tdatt’s view, so if u wanna read it like that then cool! btw the pic w the dress is just an idea of the dress reader is wearing not what she looks like! ok enjoy i’ll stop rambling

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“So, Arvin. I was told you paint houses? That true?”

Arvin hesitated, opening his mouth and closing it again. He wasn’t a painter, no, he killed people. For a price, that is.

But rather than saying no, the jab in his side from his uncle told him to answer otherwise.

“Yes, sir. It is.”

The Pastor nodded, taking a drag from his cigar, imported all the way from Cuba. He then placed what was left of the long stick in the crystal tray in front of him, the tapping of it on the reflective surface seeming almost deafening.

“Can all your family be traced down to one place, son?”

Arvin gulped, avoiding his eyes, darting his own around the heavily decorated room. Another jab to his side. He winced, meeting the older man’s eyes. He may not know much about the life he was about to enter, but he knew enough about what that meant.

“Yes, sir. They can be, minus my father and my mother. They’re gone.”

Not even a full beat of silence later, the Pastor spoke.

“How’d he die?”

Arvin was taken aback, though he knew that question was coming. His jaw clenched, as did his fist by his side. If the Pastor noticed, he didn’t speak on it, barely lifting his eyes from the document resting on his desk.

“Suicide, after the war.”

“And your mother?”

He took his lip in between his teeth, feeling the skin break, the tears well in his eyes for reasons he would excuse as the pain he was inflicting.

“Cancer. It happened when I was young, I didn’t barely even know her.”

The pastor looked up, slimming his eyes. This time he did notice the glimmering droplets, welling up in his chestnut colored eyes, threatening to fall. He appreciated the boy’s attempt to keep his emotions in check in front of his would be superior, leaning back into his chair.

“It’s alright, boy. You’re allowed to cry, it was your mother.” His southern accent was thick like molasses, his words drawing out. Arvin still felt that it wasn’t acceptable, though, so he only sniffled and directed his chin further up towards the ceiling. He stood there for a while, nerves running through his every cell. It was electric, like white lighting making its way through his veins at a painstakingly slow pace.

“Right then.”

The pastor stood, walking towards Arvin and his uncle. His expensive loafers tapped along the cold floor as he went, the sound pestering to the ears of Arvin, taunting him. He reached a soft hand out, which the boy standing opposite to him gladly took. He observed how the Pastor’s hand was without scars, calluses. Anything that would point to evidence of him being a killer, doing his own dirty work (or “the Lord’s work” as he liked to put it).

“Welcome to the family, son.”

And as Arvin smiled widely and shook his hand with an iron grip, he began to wonder what his new life would entail doing the “Lord’s work”.

He thought he had a pretty good idea, but boy, was he wrong.

“So, how’d it go?”

It was later, and Arvin was sitting with one his most favorite people, Y/n. The pair were resting in an open field, the wildflowers around her just almost competing with the beauty she held. He bashfully looked to the dirt under his shoes, noticing how only inches away, her hands picked at the damp grass.

“Went well, I think. He told me I’m ‘part of the family now’.”

She smiled at him, and in that moment with her hair so widely astray, and wearing that pale blue dress he adored so much, Arvin’s heart felt a certain emotion he hadn’t necessarily felt for someone at this multitude before. He had felt it for Lenora, his mother, his aunt and uncle. But it was different, then. Because now as he sat with her by his side, his love for her was realized at its full potential.

She began to ramble on, congratulating him on becoming a member of her father’s so called “family”, telling him how proud she was. He couldn’t keep focused on the sweet words that were falling from her lips like honey, though, as he was too caught up in his own head, his own thoughts.

“Arv?” She asked, voice laced with slight concern, but mostly with curiosity.

“Sorry, darlin’. Just thinking.”

She blushes, it’s the first time he’s called her that before. She tries to carry on conversation, though with her heart beating through that pretty dress of her’s, it was a bit difficult.

“About what?” She questioned, doing her very best not to pry too far, to be invasive in the very reserved Arvin’s mind.

Truthfully? He was promising himself that he would marry her one day, make her his wife. But telling her that he was only thinking “‘bout the future” would have to do. I mean, truthfully, he really was!

So he answered her, and she was content with said answer, abandoning the subject and returning to many praises for Arv. The standards for the “family” were high, and though she believed in him fiercely, she knew that at his core Arvin was the sweetest soul she’d ever met, and she was skeptical he could put that aside to do whatever the job would require.

“Arvin?”

He looked up, and she nearly lost her breath. It was Arvin’s sunkissed skin, tanned from working under the hot sun, the beams beating down on him. Or perhaps it was the freckles that lightly dusted his crooked nose, like a constellation from the cosmos above. Maybe even it was the mop that sat on his head, the color all the same of those sweet brown eyes of his. Whatever it was, she felt it could only mean one thing.

Y/n Y/l/n was confident she loved Arvin Russell.

“Hmm?” He asked, tilting his head like a confused canine. Adorably endearing, she thought.

And though she had much to say, she was afraid that if he were the dog in question, then the puppy had got her tongue, so to say.

“Y/n/n?” The boy said, nudging her with his elbow, making a melodious giggle erupt from her chest. “What, cat got your tongue?” Arvin teased, and she only shook her head and smiled, as he had no idea how correct he really was.

“You could say that.”

The two shared laughs over the exchange, and at some point (neither of them are quite sure when, how, or who leaned in first), their lips connected in a short and sweet kiss. It seemed that it only lasted for a moment, and as soon as they pulled apart, Arvin and Y/n both were dying for more.

But they resisted, Arvin reaching out a cautious hand to entangle with hers. She bashfully grinned, as did he (though he did his best to resist).

“Y/n, I really like you.” He had said, his thumb running small circles upon her skin. “And correct me if I’m wrong, but I think you like me too.” He laughed, nervous notes to the sound.

“And well, I was wondering if you’d like to be my girlfr-”

And with a light groan, Y/n had wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing both of them to the ground. She connected their lips, the kiss so oddly blunt, an attack on his lips that he had no plan of fighting off. His hands found her hair, and her’s moved to the sides of his face, holding him so tightly, as if she was afraid he would let go.

“Yes.” She pulled away panting, her lips swollen, his flushed. “Yes, I’d love to be your girlfriend, Arvin.”

They smiled as bright as the setting sun above them, and Arvin pulled her close as she buried her face in the warm crook of his neck. They stayed like that ‘till the sun went down and the stars came out of hiding, the cool summer breeze blowing around them. They both still felt it, then, the love they had only just began to realize was there. And they would continue to feel it for years to come.

Like when Arvin would get back from a job, sometimes with blood splattered on his crisp white shirts, his dirty work getting, well, dirty. She would slowly peel it from his body, taking care to make sure he wasn’t hurt. She would do her best to wash the crimson stains from the fabric, sighing if it was seeming to be of no use. Arvin would come up behind her where she was working at the sink, wrapping his strong arms around her middle and resting his head on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Arv,” she would start, blowing a stray strand of hair out of her face, “damn thing won’t budge.” Arvin would just chuckle, reaching up a gentle hand, gentle only for her, to tuck the hair behind her ear, quietly speaking.

“Well I think it looks pretty good, darlin’. It’ll do just fine.” He would spin her around to face him, and pepper small kisses on her skin, smiling at her reaction. And if he was hurt, she would take care to use a warm washcloth, wiping the scarlet splatters from his creamy complexion.

The juxtaposition of the shades was always bewildering for her, oddly beautiful in a way. She never said so, though, only muttering praises of how proud she was, how strong he is, things like that. And Arvin would watch her, honey colored eyes following her as she moved about to fix him right up. No pain would have any real effect on him, not when she was there to reassure him, make him whole again.

As Arvin moved up in their small town world, in the “family”, he remained just as kind, just as gentle. Nothing really changed, no, only the lines on his forehead deepening and the crows feet becoming darker when he smiled; And Y/n’s role, as well. She stopped cleaning him up, stopped trying to rid his shirts of bloody reminders of his living. Arvin seemed to no longer be “painting walls’, but rather making sure jobs were done, everyone was staying in their places.

And things led to another, and all of a sudden Y/n and Arvin were moving into a big house, bigger than Arvin had ever even been in before. Deals and arrangements were made, settlements too.

One regular Tuesday, Arvin came home from what Y/n could tell had been a long, long, day. He was exhausted, but had this unmistakable look of excitement and joy plastered to his face. He had come in bursting through the door, not even taking off his hat or overcoat before making his way over to Y/n and kissing her silly.

“Well hello to you, too, Arv.” She laughed, amusement and curiosity both equally swirling around in her brain, wondering what could possibly have inspired this behavior.

“Things are happening, sweetheart, good, good things.” He took her hands in his, briefly shaking them before planting a kiss to them and walking away, a big smile on his face. And truth be told, not that she would admit it, it scared the Hell outta her. She wasn’t quite sure as to why, but something was itching at her brain, warning her that whatever was brewing wasn't a good thing. But nevertheless, she maintained her grin, painted lips never faltering.

The next day, when the “good things” were supposed to be happening, Arvin was seriously wondering why on God’s green Earth he had expected this to be easy.

“Come again, son?”

Arvin swallowed, shifting on his feet. He mentally scolded himself for ending up in this position again, standing in front of the Pastor’s desk, all kinds of confused. But it had to be this way, it was for the best, he knew. The sun shone through the window above the desk in front of him, right into his eyes, nearly blinding him. The Pastor didn’t really care, though.

“I’m asking for your blessing to ask Y/n’s hand in marriage, sir.”

The older man slowly nodded in understanding, taking a long drag from the expensive cigar between his fat fingers, the gold ring on his pinky also shining brightly under the harsh sun’s light.

“I just thought that after our arrangement-”

“Arvin, I don’t regret making you an heir, I don’t.” He stated, blowing out a long stream of smoke. “Hell, I can feel something big and bad coming, boy, you understand? I know God’s will is holding out on us, on this family. But it’s running thin.”

The young man clenched his jaw, internally cringing on what that might mean to the family, for the family, what it meant for Y/n. He bit his tongue, feeling the iron seep onto his taste buds.

“And I know those damn Teagardins are plotting, they’re plotting for our downfall. Making you next in line is something they won’t see coming, and I trust it’ll stay that way. But I don’t quite understand

“Well I love your daughter, I love her so much that it hurts. And if worst comes to worst…” he stopped, his bottom lip wavering for a moment, trying to carefully dance around the different outcomes of this conversation. “I feel I’ll be better able to protect her if we’re married, if she’s truly mine.” That part might have been a lie. Y/n has never been his, never would be. She was her own person, outside Arvin, outside the family. It was what he loved about her above all else.

The Pastor was quiet for a moment contemplating his response, calculating it.

“Would you die for her?”

“Yes.” The answer came without thought, it was automatic for Arvin.

The Pastor smiled widely, lifting his arms.

“So, when’s the wedding, Arv?

Turns out, it was exactly a year, a month, and 6 days until Y/n and Arvin would tie the knot. Arvin had spent time, waiting to find the perfect moment to ask her the big question. He had decided on a night where the moon was bright and the sky was clear. They sat together in what they had donned “their” field, the greenery around them rustling in the wind. Though he was nervous, he had delivered a stunning speech that had taken poor Y/n’s heart by force. It ended up with both of them crying like babies and a shiny ring on Y/n’s finger.

The wedding itself had taken place on a beautiful summer’s day, and Y/n had worn a pretty white dress that had made Arvin almost faint when he saw her, standing there on her father’s arm. She was all decked out in the most expensive diamonds and pearls, courtesy of her father, making her shine like a crystal of sorts.

It was the best night of her life, Arv’s too. But the joy they had felt must have an inevitable end, as the worst night (Arvin’s too) was soon to follow.

It had been an ambush, the death of the Y/l/n family. The death toll had managed to wrack up every member immediate member of the esteemed mob family, including the Pastor, his wife, and their two sons. A bomb planted in the trunk of their Cadillac that had gone off, placed there by who knows.

When Arvin had heard, his immediate reaction was to thank God that Y/n had decided to stay with him that day, to go lay in the fields just the two of them. Immediately after she had been told, she had fallen into Arvin, her entire body weight being put into his arms. Sobs wracked through her frame, her tears dampening Arvin’s yellow button up.

Once she had “come to”, Y/n had grown to be furious rather than sad. As when you look at the lineage of her family, look at the ranks of the mob and who’s to rise to power when the one in front of them dies, well Arvin was right after Y/n’s big brother, Jamie.

And Y/n had loved her big brother, she had loved him very much and would like to believe that Arvin, her sweet, sweet Arvin, would never do anything of that multitude just to satiate his hunger and appetite for power. The hunger for power she wasn’t even aware he possessed. But how in the Hell was she even supposed to be sure?

“I want to believe you, Arv, I do. But I can’t! It don’t make any damn sense, Arvin!”

“You really think that low of me, Y/n/n?”

Y/n had been shouting, trying to confront him for a crime he hadn’t committed. But Arvin was calm as he spoke, his eyes only watering and his voice only bordering on wavering. Y/n reached a trembling hand to her scalp, pulling lightly on her roots. The tears slipping down her face were hot and salty and she hated it so much.

“What else am I supposed to think?” She lifted an arm, sniffling before putting her other one on her waist, the blue of her dress, the same dress Arvin adored so much, just barely matching what was to become of her mood. She was started to regress, the red hot anger from before transforming to a stormy blue of unsure waters.

“My whole family is dead, and it just so happened that you asked me to stay with you the day they died! My whole family is dead!” She screamed, her voice a crescendo of sorts. “And everyone is clean, Arv, except you. You got the motive, you got the alibi, I’ll give you that much.” She paused, briefly wiping her nose and looking to the blank wall to the left of her father’s office. “It’s funny;” she dryly chuckled, and Arvin looked up.

“You went from doing my daddy’s dirty work to gettin’ some poor bastard to do your own. Ironic isn’t it?”

Arvin stepped towards her, pain twisting his insides up to see his best girl afraid of him, cowering away from his touch.

“You still have me, Y/n. I’m your family.”

She looked to her feet and back to him, shaking her head.

“No, Arv. You’re not. And you will be sorry for what you did to him, to all of them. You will be.” She said, walking away with her heels clicking heavily on the wooden floors. Arvin stood still for a while, not quite sure where to go next. But it dawned on him as the stained glass shone down on his feet in the most poetic manner, that he was already there.

So he dragged his feet along with him, breaths ragged and short, his head slowly tilting up towards the glorious light. He only had to go a few feet, before he sat down in the old leather chair, the only emotions he felt being those of an imposter. He thought back to all the nervous conversations he’d had with the pastor while he was sitting in that chair, a trembling Arvin usually standing opposite, awaiting instruction.

He darted his eyes across the mahogany surface in front of him, looking at all the various things that he only could associate with Y/n’s father. His valued cigar box, the crystalline tray that rested next to it. (He swore he could still smell the fresh smoke, wafting from the little dish.) He opened it, the latch clinking before his hand reached in and his fingers clasped around one of the thick rolls of tobacco. Before he could light it, he felt overwhelmed all of a sudden, and dropped it back into the box, slamming the lid.

He laid back, resting his weary head. Arvin took a deep breath through his nose, exhaling through his mouth, before falling into a not so peaceful slumber.

He was only woken minutes later, Joseph, Y/n’s uncle, wanting to know if Arvin had seen her lately. He shook his head, muttering an annoyed “No”. Joseph got the idea relatively quickly, exiting the room. He heard the chapel’s doors close, taking that as his queue to leave once he saw the time. So he grabbed his hat and his coat, leaving the office and making his way through the dimly lit space. His attention was caught, though, by the cross by the front pews, so beautifully shining. Arvin put down his things, and walked over to the pew, sitting down on the uncomfortable hardwood. He bowed his head, putting his interlocked fingers utop the surface in front of him.

He hadn’t done this in awhile, this whole praying thing. It seemed naive in his way of life, with the things that happened around him, the people lost. But nonetheless, if ever, now was a good time to try.

“Heavenly Father, I, I, uh, I need to talk to you. To, uh, set the record straight.” His hands were sweaty, tears welling in his eyes.

“Y/n, she’s- well she’s the love of my life, God, and I don’t think she loves me anymore. Hell, she wants me dead. But I don’t blame her, I couldn’t ever. Not after...” he paused, his bottom lip shaking, “Not if she thinks I killed her family. But I didn’t, Father, I didn’t and I could never. But she don’t see that. I need her to see that.” He raised his voice, the bitter droplets rolling down his reddened cheeks, hitting his shoes.

“I can’t live without her, I won’t. So I guess I’m askin’ you a favor, Lord. Just… let her know I didn’t do it, that I would never hurt her.” His voice cracked, his words barely audible, not that whoever was listening cared.

“That I love her so much.”

Arvin muttered something of an “Amen”, and then just sat there for he wasn’t sure how long. His silence was interrupted by a mellow and raw voice, cutting through the silence like the sharpest dagger.

“It was the Teagardin family. I just found out.”

Arvin stood and turned so fast he dizzied himself, having to hold onto the back of the pew for stability. His bottom lip quivered, his flushed features gaining a confused look.

“Y/n/n? How long you been there?” He questioned, not bothering to wipe his eyes. She shifted from one foot to the other, fumbling with her hands.

“Long enough.”

There was a mutual understanding at her few words from the two of them, and an apology within them all the same. Her eyes were bloodshot, her nose runny and her overall appearance disheveled. Despite that, just the fact that she was there, to him, made her the most beautiful girl in the world.

Arvin could tell she was holding herself back, her emotions, too, as she started to speak, barely able to get through a sentence as she rambled about how she shouldn’t have assumed things, and that it wasn’t right of her to accuse her beloved of something so dire. But none of it mattered to Arvin as he strode towards her, her words only ceasing when he finally wrapped his arms around her.

“I’m so sorry, Arv.” She sobbed, gripping onto him for dear life. That was all she said, repeating it over and over again with the exception of “I love you” also being reiterated.

Her husband spoke over her hushed tone, saying “It’s alright, doll, I know. You were right to think that, it’s not your fault. It was never your fault.” They continued that way for some time until they both regained their bearings, Arvin wrapping an arm around her shoulders and walking down the front stairs of the chapel.

“Let’s go home, sweet girl.” He had said, so they did. Arvin kissed the side of her head, regarding once more how he loved her, before starting the ride home, his hand on her thigh the whole time, not wanting to let her go for even a second.

His mind was plagued with thoughts of the past, and he remembered an old saying he had heard long ago. What was it? Ah, you know what they say.

“Heavy is the head that wears the crown.”

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cursedhxhposts · 3 years

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An Odd Morning

Pairing: Reader x Surprise Character

Authors Note: Thanks so much for the 1000 followers to this cursed blog :) I had a lot of fun writing this for all of you and I hope you enjoy it too!! I hope you all have a very wonderful day!!! I’m putting a read more option on it, because it is very long. Check the end for more notes!! thanks again you guys are great :)

The warm morning light flitted through the slightly open window, and gently hit your eyes as you woke up from your pleasant dream. You could feel a cool breeze wisp away at the covers, causing you to shift just a bit, when you suddenly felt a pair of warm arms around you, holding you tighter.

Smiling to yourself, you turned around to face the person who held you in their embrace, feeling a sense of calm wash over you as your gaze landed on Mizai’s features, which were glowing in the morning light. His face looked ever so peaceful as he continued snoring on, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, completely oblivious to the world around him. You lightly traced the sides of his face with a finger, causing him to groan slightly before he tightened his hold and inched closer to you, his lips ghosting along the nape of your neck. Together, you basked in these few moments of soft innocence before it was time to start the day.

Sighing contentedly, you remembered the events from the night before, when you swiped right on him through a dating app called Nender, and recalled his sweet and honeyed words. He was just different from everyone else on the app; you had seen a man with a tattoo on his forehead who seemed like he was part of some cult, a man who looked like he was trying to get into med school, so you knew his schedule screamed busy, and finally, someone whose profile picture was just a dick pic with something written about gum. In reality, this was more of an accidental swipe, a type where your friends had your phone, and during the utter chaos of trying to get it back you swiped right. But boy were you glad you did.

The night consisted of a fancy home cooked meal with some wine, followed by a scary movie, and finally, just falling asleep together. It definitely had the potential to go somewhere more, and you weren’t ready to give that up.

Mizai’s breathing shifted and he blearily opened his eyes in your direction, smiling before gently pulling you in for a kiss. As he was pulling away, he kissed your nose again before softly smiling.

“Good Morning Y/N, did you sleep well?” Mizai asked.

“Good morning,” you replied, smiling back at him shyly. “I slept well.” Especially with your arms around me, you wanted to add, but didn’t. “Thank you.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” he groaned while stretching before slightly turning, taking you along with him. “I wonder what time it is...”

He glanced at the clock, noting that it was 9:23 in the morning, before sighing and pulling you closer to his chest. A few minutes went by, filled with blissful silence, before you begrudgingly tore yourself away from Mizai, dressed in one of his many black and white spotted shirts. It was quite oversized on you, and you remembered when you first saw his black and white closet:

“What?” He had asked, chuckling. “You can’t put a price on fashion.”

That was an understatement, because with the size of his loft apartment and the sheer amount of clothes he owned in the same monochromatic scheme, this guy was clearly loaded.

He looked up at you, catching your hand before you could move it away, and brought it back down to his chest so he could lightly caress your knuckles. Then, with his lidded eyes still locked onto yours, he kissed them.

“Where are you going?” he mused.

“I was just thinking about getting out of your hair so you can go on with your day,” you replied, absentmindedly tracing little figures onto his chest.

“Nonsense, I don’t really have anything planned with my day. So I’m all yours if you’d like,” He smiled.

“Okay...but–”

“No but’s, Y/N. I’m having a great time with you.” He chuckled, “You can use my shower if you want, I’ll go ahead and make some breakfast for you. How does that sound?”

“Sounds great,” You smiled.

“Good, fresh towels are underneath the sink, and if you don’t want to wear any of your clothes from yesterday, you can pick something out of my closet.” Mizai leaned up to give you a kiss on your cheek before hopping out of the bed, giving you a wink before he made his way down the loft stairs and towards the direction of the kitchen.

You got out of the king size bed, the satin sheets slowly slipping off of you before your feet hit the cool wooden floors. You walked into the large bathroom, sidestepping a few decorative pillows that were thrown haphazardly to the ground.

You grabbed your discarded clothes from the plush desk chair in the corner of the room, deciding that you’d just put those back on and proudly own up to your future walk of shame whenever you decided to go back home. The cold tile of the bathroom hit your feet, and the bright light hit your eyes, before you closed the door to get ready for the day.

After you finished getting ready, you headed down the stairs to go to the kitchen, where the smell of food hit your nose, and you saw Mizai making some pancakes by the stove. You snuck up behind him and wrapped your arms around his torso, as he turned slightly to say “You’re just in time, the pancakes are all done.”

“Smells good,” you said, helping him set the table before sitting down.

“What would you like to drink? I got water, orange juice, milk,” He paused, and then added jokingly, “Or some wine from last night.”

“I’m good with either water or milk,” you chuckled.

“Ookay, here’s your water, and let me go grab your milk really quick,” he said, doing a slight jog to the second, smaller refrigerator which was stocked full of milk. You couldn’t recognize the brand, but you were certain that it was probably from a local farm or something.

After you both finished breakfast, his phone lit up, with a dog emoji being the only thing close to a name on screen. He answered, before dropping his head in his hands and sighing, having heard what the other person was telling him.

He ended the call, letting out a disappointed breath, and then looked at you with regret in his eyes as he said, “I’m so sorry I really wanted to spend the day with you, but it looks like work called and I have to go in for a meeting.”

“Oh… that’s okay, how long is the meeting?”

“Probably around thirty minutes or so if two of the members don’t stir up any drama. Otherwise, it’ll most likely be about an hour and a half filled with boring presentation slides filled with fireworks in the background.” Mizai groaned.

“Oh well that’s not too bad, I could drive you if you want, and then just wait out in the lobby or whatever? I mean, I don’t want to impose, I can also just leave and let you get on with your day…” You started to ramble.

“No, no I’d love that. You wouldn’t have to wait out in the lobby or anything, you could honestly hang out inside the conference room. Pariston probably won’t bring up anything important; I mean, it’s not like the chairman died or anything, so I’d think it would be fine.”

“Okay cool, is it okay if I take this with me?” You gestured to the milk bottle.

“Yeah of course!” He smiled, “Just let me get ready really quick and then we can head out.”

You went onto your phone for a bit, texting some of your friends who were hungry for more info about this mystery man, and how your night went with him. Thirty minutes went by like this, and you became so engrossed with messaging your friends that you didn’t even realize that Mizai had walked down the stairs and up to you ever so silently, until he was startling you by asking, “You’re not talking about me are you?”

“Uh, no?” You replied after your heart slowed down again.

“I’m just kidding, are you ready?”

You nodded, and the both of you headed down the complex together and to your car.

It took less than ten minutes for you to arrive, and even though you were starting to feel nervous about going to the meeting with him, Mizai reassured you with a gentle squeeze from his hand. You smiled up at him and gently nudged your shoulders together as he led you to the conference room.

Mizai opened the door, allowing you to step into the Zodiac council chamber before him, clutching your bottle of milk as you took in the scene in front of you. Some people in bizarrely dressed outfits seemed to just be talking. A scruffy looking man with an odd hat and seemingly dirty clothes seemed to be mumbling to himself some ancient text from an archaeological ruin or something. And a blonde man in a very expensive looking suit was just on his computer, browsing at what seemed to be more designer suits.

He must be Pariston? You thought as you smiled shyly to all the people in the room, who had all stopped to look at the bottle of milk you were holding.

Pariston looked up with the rest of them, and greeted both you and Mizai warmly with a seemingly kind, but dangerous, sort of smile and offhandedly commented, “Ah, so I see we are partaking in Mizai’s milk today.”

Your body ran cold as the entire world around you came screeching to a halt…

“...His What?”

End Fic :)

A/N: for anyone lost, this is referencing to a headcanon earlier in the year where Mizai has udders and makes his own milk :) that has absolutely cursed me, and I hate it. Also this is literally right before everyone finds out the chairman died. I told you it was gonna be cursed.

#hunter x hunter #hxh #pariston #ging #mizaistom nana #hxh mizaistom #cursed fic #i can't believe i spent four hours of my life writing this #hisoka #leorio #chrollo #x reader

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sheepy-snow · 4 years

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Fic Collection No.1: Nayuta Asahi x fem!Reader

Chapter 2: First met

• Timeset: Both (Y/n) and Nayuta just entered College, both of them is in Laws and they haven't met each other yet.

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Everything to you was so new, you can still remember the excitement you felt until now. That day, a field of cherry blossom petals painted the college into a beautiful light shade of pink. The warm spring breeze blow gently on your hair and flutter through your skin like feathers, although it's a little ticklish, it's still a nice feeling to you.

As you walk towards a large crowd with a large whiteboard in front of them so you can see which class are you in, it took you a long while, considering your height and how crowded the area are currently. You tried to tip toed up and fix your glasses (in the present, you started to switch to contacts, but you still wear glasses at this time) so that you can see easier.

One time, two times. You tried to jump up the highest possible. Cursing internally for your short height, you pout like a little child before tried to jump up again, only to accidentally bump into a person next to you. The impact was not small and it made your glasses almost fall off. You quickly turn to look up at them, and the first thing you saw was a pair of sharp ruby colored eyes.

Standing next to you was a tall young man with messy silver hair and sharp red eyes, his clothes mostly have black and a little dark red colors, and to be honest, it really suits him in your opinion.

- I-I'm sorry! It was accidental! Are you okay?

- C'mon Nayuta, let's go! Kenta-san is calling for us!

Before the silver haired guy can even respond back, someone have already called him. It was another tall guy with purplish blue hair, with his bang covering his left eye, which is golden in color. To be honest, he's quite good looking, though to you, the silver haired one looks more interesting, especially those cat-ear look-a-like hair, it looks pretty cute~

He doesn't said anything as he briefly look back at you for a second before walk away, leaving you standing there in confusion before quickly remember what you going to do in the beginning and focus on looking for your name again.

~Time Skip~

When you finally found your classroom, you take a deep breath before slowly opened the door and walk in.

- ( Oh god, so many people!! )

Inside the classroom, there's already tons of people chatting. Though most of them didn't really pay attention to you, you can still feel some stares and it was not comfortable much. You tried to ignore it as you quickly observe the room for a split second, everything was ordinary to you, until your eyes found a certain someone in the corner of the room.

It was the same silver haired guy from before. He was looking out at the windows with a bored looks on his face while listening to music with his red airpods. It seems like he doesn't have any friends, though it make senses because everyone here is freshmen after all. Out of curiosity, you decided to approach him...

- Hey there!

It took him a few seconds to look up to you, who's smiling gently at him. He quickly recognize you from before, especially with those glasses of yours. It was quite... Memorable.

- Oh, the clumsy one from before.

- I-I'm not clumsy! And it was accidental!

- Sure... And what do you want? _He said as he take his airpods out and look at you.

- I want to apologise for earlier... Are you alright? Did I step on your feet?

- No. And you're asking too much question.

- I-I ask because I was worried about you! Geez... You don't need to be that rude... _You said as you pout childishly for a moment before quickly go and took a sit next to him.

- ...What are you doing?

- Sitting next to you of course!

- I don't even know you.

- Well, me too! Then let's to know each other! I'm (Y/n)! (Y/n) (L/n)! Nice to meet you! _You introduce yourself with a bright smile as you look at him, waiting for his response.

- Tch, fine. It's Nayuta Asahi. _He clicked his tongue for a little bit before said in a slightly annoyed tone, though his face looks calm and not like his voice tone at all.

- Nayuta, hmm? That's a cute name for a scary looking guy like you~

- Haa?

- Geez, that sounds scary~ Hmm... Nayutan then!

- What?

- Nayuta is pretty cute, but I'll call you Nayutan from now on~! _You said with a light chuckles as your gaze still on him along with the same smile from before.

You don't know why, but you felt like he might be a good guy, is just that his appearance can be quite deceiving. Although Nayuta looks a little cold, but that won't stop you from talking to or becoming his friend!

- ...Whatever. Are you going to stand up any second now? _It seems like he doesn't mind your nickname for him as he said with a "I-don't-care" tone before he turn to ask you with the same raspy tone.

- Nope! I want to be your friend! _Instead of calling him out for being rude, you just quickly respond back with a cheerful tone, which is totally opposite with him.

- You... Tch, whatever. Just don't bother me too much.

- You got it~ _You said with a bright smile before settle down your stuff for note down important things later on.

After that, you look at the silver haired guy again. He was listening to music like earlier and was looking through his phone with the bored looks from before. Spring sunlight shone faintly through the opened window and illuminated his face. It was a beautiful scenery in your eyes, you stare at him in awe before quickly (and somewhat clumsily) take out your phone and carefully take a picture of him. Of course, he quickly notice it from the corner of his eyes and look at you before he ask with an annoyed tone:

- What are you doing?

- Just taking some pics~ _You quickly respond with your usual smile, though your eyes didn't leave your phone as you talk to him.

Instead of respond back, he just look at you for a few seconds before turn back to his phone again. As you're going to turn to said something to him, a loud bell sounds chiming loudly outside the college, a sign that their first lesson has started.

~Time Skip~

Right when the bell from before chime again as a sign that their lessons has finally over, Nayuta said nothing as he quickly pack his things up and about to stand up and get out. But before he can do that, you quickly tug on his sleeves to caught his attention.

- What do you want?

- Let's go to the next classroom together! We share the same timetable for today after all~ _You said as you beam at him with a bright smile.

- Why should I do that?

- Because we're classmates! C'mon, let's go!

As you finished your sentence, you stand up and look at him with a bright smile and wait for his respond. Though you know that he will rejected it and just ignore you, you still have hope and patiently wait for him.

Because after all, your most fatal mistakes in the past was being impatient.

- ...Fine. Just don't bother me all day.

- Eh? Really?! Yay! C'mon, let's go before we late for next classes!

As his response reach your ears, your heart suddenly race up from delight and happiness. Usually, people will just ignore or leave you because of your weird antics, in your mind, it's "attempt to befriended someone", but this the first time someone actually accepted you. Your cheeks flushes red as those thoughts, but you quickly hide it with your usual bright smile and walk together with him to the next classes. Although it's mostly you started a conversation first, you enjoyed your times with him, and maybe perhaps...

Nayuta might have a special place in your heart.

~End~

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And I'm done with another chapter! (Y/n) sure change a lot before and after met Nayuta huh~? And I revealed a little bit about her past too, I don't want her to be just an ordinary Reader after all, since she's still a main character! Anyway, thank you very much for reading until the very end!

Sheepy, out!

#aaside #argonavis from bang dream!#asahi nayuta #x reader #readers with characteristics #fic series

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thedarkivist · 5 years

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Quirked-Up

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Inko wanted to cry. The woman sitting opposite her either didn’t notice or didn’t care, because she repeated herself:

“And what does your husband think about it?”

She shouldn’t have agreed to meet Endo Masami. They weren’t particularly close during their high school years and weren’t it for social media, they would not keep in touch at all. In fact, it came as a surprise to Inko when the other suggested catching up over coffee. The invitation came at the best possible time, because it had been a rough week in the Midoriya household, and she desperately needed to get out for two or three hours. Between work, taking care of Izuku, and Hisashi’s absence, she hardly had ten minutes just to herself – if an old acquaintance wanted to meet up, Inko didn’t see any reason to question it.

And now she regretted it.

“About Izuku being Quirkless? He’s very supportive.”

Inko absent-mindedly brought another bite of cake to her lips.

Yes. Supportive. Very supportive. First of all, he assured her that he didn’t blame her, as if that was the point. It was not about her, it was not about her husband, it was about their son whose dreams of being a hero were crushed before they could even begin. It was about their son, who was Quirkless in a society that judged people by their Quirks. He was set out for a life of hardship and there was not a thing Inko could do about it.

Supportive. Midoriya Supportive Hisashi.

Damn.

“You know,” Endo started, “I wanted to see you about a business opportunity and now I think you could really benefit from it.”

“I have a job,” Inko replied weakly. She had a feeling where that was going and she prayed she was wrong.

“No, hear me out, it’s a fantastic opportunity! Basically, I’m looking for new girls for my team and you’d be the perfect fit – you’d be helping other people grow and you’d have more time for Izuku too. You’d be your own boss! Like, it allowed me to quit my full-time job and so I can be at home with my babies, while working from my phone. As a mother, I appreciate the flexibility and the cash it brings home, because they just grow so fast and I always felt guilty leaving them with a babysitter. These memories you make when the children are little, these are what’s important, don’t you think? A mother shouldn’t have to prioritise her job over the well-being of her babies.”

Inko was pretty sure Endo just called her a horrible mother while trying to pitch her a scam. The worst part was, something similar had happened several times since the news of Izuku’s Quirklessness got out.

“I’ll think about it,” Inko lied politely.

“You should! We’re changing lives, Midoriya. We could even help your son!” Endo sounded eager and sincere. A picture of reliability. A smart, elegant businesswoman with her sleek ponytail and mint blazer. Despite her better judgement, Inko had to ask.

“… help Izuku?”

“Yes, certainly! The company offers a wide range of all-natural Quirk-enhancers. Many people are misdiagnosed as Quirkless, because we are all surrounded by toxins from processed food and all the plastic surrounding us. With a proper cleanse, the energy necessary for a Quirk to manifest can flow freely. He could be cured! You could be so proud of him!”

Inko blinked, then looked down into her cup. The realisation she wanted to slap Endo Masami hit her with force that took her breath away. When she spoke up, her voice was barely above whisper. “I couldn’t be more proud of him. He’s a sweet boy. I… this was a bad idea. Sorry. I have to go.”

“Midoriya-”

“I have to go now. Goodbye.”

Inko got up, paid at the counter and left quickly, relieved that Endo didn’t follow her. She couldn’t cry, not when she was in public.

She didn’t cry picking up Izuku from the neighbours’. She didn’t cry while cooking dinner. She didn’t cry when putting her son to bed. She didn’t have the time.

Before Inko knew it, she was in her bed, staring at the ceiling, too tired to cry.

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Inko closed the door to the kitchen. Izuku had been watching the footage from the UA Sports Festival and she just couldn’t watch – or hear – him shatter his fingers for the hundredth time that day.

Instead, she put on the radio and started preparing dinner while her boy did… whatever he was doing there with those recordings.

Her phone chirped, announcing a text message. Endo Masami. Inko could say it was a pleasant surprise, or she could be honest.

> Congratulations! I just watched the Sports Festival, you must be so proud of Izuku.

Inko raised her eyebrows slightly. After all those years of silence…

> Thank you, he worked very hard.

> If I sent you a little testimonial could you post it to your profile? I’m about to hit a HUUUGE promotion and it would help me tons. Thanks <3 <3 <3

She wanted to ask if the testimonial would imply Izuku owed his success to whatever supplements Endo was selling, but she didn’t want to come off as abrasive.

> Can you show it to me first?

> Sure, girl! Copy and paste this: Do you want to be a hero in your everyday life too? My friend, Endo Masami has just the thing for you! PM me for more details about Quirked-Up and Quirked-Up Pro line of supplements~ <3 Maybe you could include a pic of Izuku to get more people’s attention? Thanks a bunch <3

Inko carefully read the message over and then blocked Endo on every platform she could think of. She looked at the postcard with All Might on the fridge and shook her head, as if to say ‘can you believe this bullshit?’.

The postcard remained silent.

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Looking at the poster of All Might in the living room during intimate moments always felt weird to Inko. As she found out, it got significantly less weird when it was All Might in person above her, kissing her neck and holding onto her hip like his life depended on it.

Or it was weirder, she couldn’t tell.

She draped her arms around Toshinori, pulling him closer. A breathless giggle escaped her lips as his hot breath tickled her ear. And his hands… well, it would be faster to say where they were not.

“Toshi, I swear to-”

The doorbell rang. They both groaned in frustration.

“We could pretend no one’s home,” he whispered, tucking a strand of loose hair behind Inko’s ear. His large warm hand grazed her cheek as he did so.

“I left the lights on.”

“Shit.”

They got up. Inko hurried to the door while buttoning up her blouse. Toshinori made himself busy straightening up the living room and putting back on the coffee table magazines that fell off earlier, during… events.

“I’m coming!”

Inko opened the door. Immediately, she wanted to shut the door once more.

“Endo. What a… surprise.”

She breezed past Inko into the apartment, kicking off her shoes and Inko wanted to be surprised and offended at such behaviour, but she was too confused to do either in that moment.

“I was in the neighbourhood, and I thought to myself – what is Midoriya up to? So I dropped by, I hope I’m not disturbing?”

“Actually-”

“Anyway, Quirked-Up has a new line, and it’s amazing. If there was ever a perfect moment to join, it’s right now. I just happen to have the newest catalogue with me, as well as some samples, so how about we go through it together?”

“I really-”

“There are also some new weight loss supplements you could try. You don’t have to be single forever, it’s time to take control of your own life! Find someone new!”

“Please, don’t, I really like you!” Toshinori called from the living room, laughing.

Endo paused. “Who was that?”

Inko cleared her throat. “My partner.”

He poked his head into the hall and smiled. “Yagi Toshinori. Pleased to meet you, Ms...”

“Endo. Masami. Endo Masami,” the brunette stammered out. “Are you-”

He gave that soft chuckle Inko adored. “I’m afraid so.”

Her eyes lit up. She looked like a kitten seeing snow for the first time. Or, more accurately, a shark smelling blood. “Oh. Great! The both of you should hear this. To make a long story short, Quirked-Up-”

“I think you need to leave,” Inko said through gritted teeth.

“Midoriya, what are you...”

She looked down, her lips drawn into a tight line. She had to take a deep breath, just so she wouldn’t scream. “Right now. Thank you.”

There was a moment of tense silence.

“You never supported me, Midoriya. You’d never even hear me out because you’re envious of me.”

Inko stepped back, as if Endo slapped her. “What? What are you talking about?”

“Just admit it!”

Inko could practically feel the anger bubbling up through her, threatening to overflow any second.

“Fine! I’m sorry you only ever contact me when you want something. I’m sorry you made me feel like a bad mum. I’m sorry you wanted to use Izuku for your own gain. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” She marched over to the door and held it open for Endo. “Goodbye. You shouldn’t waste your time with unsupportive people.”

Endo gathered her stuff, her head held high.

“You two won’t last,” she spat out before she left.

It was only when Toshinori gently closed the door that Inko realised her hands were shaking. She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. Suddenly, she felt exhausted, but, at the same time, as if a great weight was lifted from her shoulders.

“What was that about?” Toshinori asked softly.

She reached up to pinch the bridge of her nose. “I’ll tell you all about it. But first...”

“Yes?”

“Could we finish that thing from earlier?”

Inko could see the smile tugging at the corners of Toshi’s lips. “I think we could do that.”

#toshinkoweek #toshinko #toshinkoweek2019

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highlyspecificsigns · 6 years

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the signs as unfortunate vintage recipes

ARIES: Banana Candles, 1970-1: Coat some bananas in chopped nuts and jam, add a cherry on top, stick them into a pineapple hole and serve. Get angry at anyone who says anything. Get doubly angry if they mention “small fry.”

TAURUS: Frozen Cheese Salad, 1974: 2 2/3 cups cottage cheese, 8 ounces blue cheese, 1/2 cup buttermilk, 2 tablespoons chives, 2 teaspoons grated lemon peel, 1 teaspoon barbecue spice, 1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce, 2 cups raw broccoli florets, green pepper to garnish. Blend all cheese and condiments into a giant frozen cheese log. Just fuck my shit up. Add broccoli and three pepper slices and call it a salad.

GEMINI: Très Chic Pic-Nique, 1971: Make some roasted Cornish hens and fruit salad that actually do not look so bad at all. Then annoy everyone by insisting that the meal be referred to only as a “très chic pic-nique,” as rhymingly as possible.

CANCER: Cherry Berries on a Cloud, 1971: OK look sometimes you just want to eat just blatantly cherry pie filling and whipped cream and nothing else and that’s perfectly fine, OK???

LEO: Perfection Salad, 1973: You’re goddamn right. Gelatin, apple juice, lemon juice, vinegar, carrot, celery, cabbage, green pepper, and pimiento, basically just mixed and thrown in the fridge, by you. Majestic. Iconic. Perfection.

VIRGO: Transparent Pie, 1955: Cancer is wrong, and the worst thing about pie is all the fillings.

LIBRA: Man-Pleasing Appetizers, 1971: Please your man with beef broth, horseradish cocktails and chicken livers and water chestnuts wrapped in bacon. This is pleasing to every man.

SCORPIO: Hot Dr. Pepper, 1960s: On a cold winter night, warm the room with the mysterious, rich scent of boiling Dr. Pepper. Add alcohol until drinkable.

SAGITTARIUS: Good Old Velveeta, 1978: Open a can of stew and slap some sliced cheese on it. Put in the oven for the 2 minutes before you no longer give a shit.

CAPRICORN: Shrimp Christmas Tree, 1974: Attach wire mesh to a styrofoam cone. Stick parsley into the wire mesh until it looks like a tree. It had goddamn well better look like a good tree and by God, you will rearrange that parsley all day if you have to because your Very Important Party Guests will disown you if your shrimp and olive tree is not pristine. Buy conspicuously fancy shrimp and olives and stick them into the tree with toothpicks. Tamp down anxiety about any moving kids, pets, or small breezes you may have. Then blend some random crap in a jar.

AQUARIUS: Tuna and Pear Pizza: Do whatever it takes to get to the level of galaxy brain where a mixture of canned tuna, chopped onion, fresh pears, tomato sauce, canned anchovies, pickled walnuts and/or prunes sounds edible. Feel smug because there’s about 50-50 odds hipsters will turn 60% of this combination into the next avocado toast.

PISCES: Meringue Fancies, 1967: Whip up some meringue and bake it into adorable baby animal shapes. Place the adorable baby animals on a bed of radioactive yellow... spaghetti squash? Then eat them.

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More explorations

Thursday, 20 May

It was a lay-day, albeit with a bit of work involved. We did our usual bit of writing and editing of photos, but we also did a major stocktake of our cupboards inside the van – mainly the food cupboards. They were all stocked to the gunwales with cans of food of all descriptions, some of which were the remains of our emergency rations from trips long past. We did a major review and documented everything and sorted things out that need to be either eaten or thrown out. We found a couple of tins that had been breached as a result of travelling on rough roads (when we were not complying with the 15/25 Rule) so they went straight into the rubbish.

We enjoyed another great fire at night and sat under the stars for a couple of hours. Not only did we have our Happy Hour out there, but we took our dinner out too and enjoyed that even more than usual. It is very special to feel the breeze tickling your skin and whispering through the mulga, with a fire warming you, tucking into a great meal and sipping a favourite red. It can’t really get much better than that.

Friday, 21 May

We had an interesting day today. We had booked to go garnet fossicking with the people here. We started at 8.15, collected all the required equipment, and with one other couple, followed the leader nearly 30 clicks to an area where people fossick for garnet. The ‘tour leader’ showed us what to do (and even found a tiny chip that he gave us) and we were on our own. He returned to Gemtree and we tried to make our fortunes finding garnet. The process is to dig out some pebbly rock, sieve it to sift out the sand, toss away all the larger pebbles and then swill the sieve in water. Holding the sieve containing the small wet stones up to the sun should make the red of the garnet leap out at you (while the muddy water runs down the front of your shirt). Unfortunately, looking for red garnet is more of a challenge for people like me who are seriously red colour-blind. I found one chip - but at least I prepared a lot of sievefuls so Heather could identify the treasure within. We spent nearly 4 hours at it and ended up with maybe 50 chips, two of which were big enough to cut - estimated at up to $60 each. We are not at all interested in cutting them, or their value. It was just a nice experience and a thrill to find something special.

The 'black' ones are garnet, the others just interesting stones.

When we got back to the Gem Room where they analysed our treasure, Heather got into conversation with the manager and she talked about lots of different gems they find out here and the woman eventually delivered several packets containing sone wonderful stones for us to keep direct to our caravan. It was really very good of her and they are quite lovely small specimens.

While we were down at the shop, we downloaded and dealt with our email because the signal was (just) strong enough to connect there - it is very dodgy at best anywhere else around here.

I went for a walk out into the bush here and found nothing except a few ants and spiders, but when I got nearly back to the van, I saw a tiny movement in a tree so tried to find the bird. I reckon I spent at least half an hour watching little movements before I found it in the dense mistletoe and got a photo, but then a couple more arrived and it got a bit easier. In the end, I spent about an hour chasing the little buggers before they flew away. I had a few pics and reckoned that they were Brown Honeyeaters, but they have a diagnostic pale triangle behind the eye - and some of the photos definitely lacked that. Maybe it was a Grey Honeyeater - probably the only similar species in the area - but they don’t have the pale patch under the bill – and that was obvious on all my pics. Eventually, I found that the juvenile Browns don’t have the pale triangle so the problem was solved - I had been watching both adult and immature Brown Honeyeaters. We have seen them many times before but it was a very interesting hour or so figuring it all out.

2 Brown Honeyeaters - Adult at top, Immature below.

All the vans near us left this morning, but one came in late in the arvo and parked right next to us facing the opposite way so they were looking right at us. The guy asked almost straight away if we were going to have a fire and I said ‘probably’. He said if that was so, he would have to move his caravan but then he actually didn’t. Maybe he doesn’t like fires but he and his wife sat there watching us while we enjoyed our fire. I felt that he was glaring at us, but maybe not. His wife chatted with us for a few minutes, but he never spoke or moved. They are moving on tomorrow so no skin off our nose, but I couldn’t convince myself that we should forgo our fire just in case it upset him.

Saturday, 22 May

A relatively quiet day with blogging, a few puzzles to stop the brain falling asleep and a few odd jobs. I got a good fire going early in the day and Heather prepared the dough for a damper of sorts - a herb and cheese bread that we cooked in our camp oven over the coals. We ate half of it with soup (made before we left home from Deanne’s giant zucchini) for lunch. It was pretty dense but very tasty and probably our best effort in our camp oven.

I went out in the car during the afternoon. I wanted to book another week here as well as for the camp dinner next Wednesday. I also had a few things I needed to do on the internet (took me ages to even get enough signal to log on) as well as making an important phone call (aborted after numerous attempts).

I then went looking for firewood. We are not supposed to collect it at the caravan park although I have even seen people breaking branches off live trees to burn) so I drove a little way into the bush to find some dead wood. I chopped a bit but it nearly killed me in the heat so I resorted to scouring along a creek-bed where I found more easy pickings. I bought back enough for a couple of days and stashed a bit more where it will be easy to retrieve when needed. I now have a few splinters in my fingers that are bothering me but I can’t see them to remove them.

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Welcome to the Forsaken City!

We’re glad to see that you have arrived safely within the city limits. You have three days to make your facebook and add the admins Z.Tao, Seunghyun, and Forsaken. But be careful, the sun is rising quickly, and hunters are always on the move.

NAME, STAGE NAME, AND GROUP: Kim Woosung, Sammy, The Rose

AGE: Over 1000; appears around 21 years old

SPECIES: Nøkk/Nixie/Näcken

LIT RP SAMPLE: It wasn’t that Woosung was out of food. That wasn’t the problem. It was just that it was way past three in the morning, he’d just crashed down from a several-hour-long lyric writing binge that had directly followed a full of day of teaching and an evening singing gig (and a make out session behind the club but that wasn’t important), and right now all he wanted was this one specific kind of cheap, salty yet somehow still painfully-spicy ramen, found only at this one nasty little convenience store a few blocks away, possibly followed by a bag of knockoff gummy candy and maybe some chips if he felt like really going crazy and treating himself right. It was that kind of craving that can only ever really hit in the middle of the night, when it’s cold or otherwise unpleasant out, and the distance is too long to walk but too short to drive, and it only ever really happens to young adults who fully know it is within their personal capabilities to go and get the object(s) of their sudden desire, while also being fully aware that it’s stupid, late at night, their fridges have other shit in them if they were really threat hungry, they have shit to do in the morning, and whatever it is they want is most definitely not worth the ultimate effort or cost. Or carbs. Thankfully, however, Woosung had absolutely no need to worry about caloric sins, nor did he need sleep, and money was certainly not an issue after, not to mention that a nice hike across the district definitely wouldn’t kill him. The fact that it was raining also really sweetened the deal. So after a very brief internal debate (not about whether or not he was going, he was for sure going, but on if he should bother putting on real people clothes or not), he grabbed his shoes, pulled a coat on over his comfy but definitely not weather appropriate lounge-wear, and ventured out into the dark and unforgiving night. No one was gonna see him, anyway, and even if they did, it’s not like they wouldn’t like what they saw.

The streets of Seoul, at least those near his apartment building, were decently quiet at such an hour, half-illuminated by dimming lights and colorful signs, and the way the rain hit the pavement under such synthetic glow made each drop shine like a falling star. A fake rainbow hued, halogen and electric-waste lit star, but a star nonetheless. He couldn’t see the moon, not through the storm clouds, but that was perfectly alright, he knew it there, watching him through the haze, he could feel the echoes of its tidal pull ever so slightly lifting the hair on the back of his neck, sending a shiver down his spine. It wasn’t unpleasant though. Just a reminder, neither here nor there in its importance. He hadn’t bothered with an umbrella, but why would he? The water was cool against his skin, his coat just enough to keep the bite of the wind out, and he liked how the rain felt as it ran down his face, clinging to his lashes, beading up at and falling over his lips. He would have really taken his time and enjoyed the walk, if he wasn’t so hellbent on getting a hot and heaping mouthful of stale, tongue-burning noodles into his mouth as quickly as possible. After all, this was his current favorite guilty-habit snack, which meant he’d come this way countless times before and would undoubtedly come that way countless times again before he found a new craving. Like those Ikea cinnamon buns he’d been obsessed with a few months ago. Or those sour candy children he’d gotten hooked on last time he’d stopped home in California (big mistake, traveling half the world for a bag of neon colored sugar blobs was really way too much work). Regardless, the way was well known to him, so he was free to zone out and let music run through his thoughts, piecing words to melodies and humming new tunes beneath his breath, all without slowing his determined, slightly rushed pace.

There was a scuffle and a bang behind him after a solid ten minutes of walking, breaking him from his trance and making him jump, a perfectly manicured hand with fucked up pointer and thumb nails (guitar pics and nail polish do not get along) coming up to clutch his heart. He whipped back, though when he turned around, it was only to find a small hoard of stray cats following after him, a metal trash-can lid lying in the middle of the road, no doubt disturbed by one of his audience members jumping out to join the fray. Oh. Right. He must’ve gotten a little loud with his singing. Not that he minded having a crowd, but it certainly hadn’t been his intention to lure anyone, or anything, in to him. Especially not cats. He liked them fine and all, they could be cute and he’d never met an animal that didn’t like him, but they always kinda weirded him out. And made him sneeze. Okay so mostly it was the sneezing. Still, cats were kinda weird. Kneeling down, he stroked their wet little heads and booped a few on their cold little noses with a delicate finger, letting them nuzzle and lick at his skin, before he politely told them to go fuck off and find shelter before the storm got worse. Of course they all listened, and he watched the last of them vanish into the alleyways and dark corners, before he got up and continued on his way, only now very mindfully silent. He needed that goddamn ramen and getting held up because someone got a little caught up in listening to his voice would really be a major waste of time, not to mention a pain to deal with. At least the cats had been easy to handle. Cats didn’t tend to get violent when they were told no.  

Continuing on his way, Woosung made sure to keep his mouth shut, though that didn’t stop him thinking about the lyrics he’d been writing earlier, back when he’d been curled up on his sofa beneath a thick, warm blanket, in his nice, cozy apartment, with a cup of coffee and a heart rate not threatening to yeet itself into the thousands because of the minor cardiac arrest those cats had given him. Enhanced hearing really did make any loud noise that came out of dead silence seem so much more severe. And he’d always been weak for jump-scares. Shaking his head, he picked up the pace, both for want of the ramen and a desire to get away from the place he’d been ambushed by little allergy beasts with good music taste. The rain was falling a little harder now, thunder rolling lazily in the distance, and he could practically feel the electricity in the air as it danced with the water running across his skin. It was a little cold; what could he say, he was from California? It was always warmer there, breeze tinged with heat, summer lingering even when winter came. But even still, he liked the chill, the way it traveled through his bones. All weather was good weather, from languid spring showers to blizzard-and-death hailstorms, days with cloudless skies and bright sunlight to dark, overcast ones, when night was hardly discernible from what had come before. He wasn’t warm nor was he cold blooded, he just /was/, like water, adapting to what was around him, taking on the temperature of whatever was beyond him and just going with it. Though that didn’t mean that he didn’t A) really want some hot noodles and something hotter to drink or B) wouldn’t appreciate being back under a nice pile of blankets and sweaters. Maybe he really should have put more clothes on but he’d been so comfy. And getting dressed-dressed was so much work.  

Turning a corner, he could see the hazy light of the convenience store sign in the distance, about a block away, a smile drifting across his features, he made it about three more steps forward before he heard yet another unpleasant sound—this one being the unmistakable click of a gun’s safety being flicked off. Welp. That was certainly far less innocent than a cat knocking over a trashcan. Pausing, he forced the smile to remain on his sweet lips as he turned to face whomever was approaching him guns drawn, apparently. There were two men speedily heading towards him, one with a pistol already shakily aimed at his head, the other apparently still fiddling with his own, like he’d ben surprised they’d actually managed to find someone (or something) to pursue, like their hunt being genuinely prosperous was a new and unnatural experience. Ah, nothing like young, unexperienced humans who had no idea what they were dealing with and likely thought they’d already won. Fuck they’d probably seen his shit with the cats and followed him. Just his fucking luck. At least they didn’t seem to have the brains to know they should’ve shot before he had a chance to open his mouth. They also didn’t seem to have gotten the memo that the bullets, brass, wouldn’t leave more than so much as a scratch in the morning. Iron and steel were the only ways to go. Pity they didn’t know. Eying the weapons with mock concern and fear, he tilted his head and schooled his expression into one of total innocence and confusion. “I’m sorry, is there a problem?” He asked, voice soft and lovely, wavering ever so softly, like he was afraid of whatever they thought they could do to him. He could feel their emotions shift, from adrenaline-laden conviction and confidence to hesitance, concern.

  Idiots.  

“You don’t want to shoot me, baby,” he told the nearest one, eyes flashing molten gold, reflecting the light, ruby lips pulling back over sharp teeth that flashed dangerously as his glamour faltered from the use of his voice, his true voice. He slipped closer to him, holding out his hand, which the man took, his eyes glassy as he nodded, entranced. Not that he really wanted a hunter to touch him, but it always got easier to make men listen the closer they were, the more they felt like he was theirs, the more of him they could pretend, if only for a moment, to own. Especially if he wasn’t going to sing; speaking was less powerful. And especially if he was going to make them do something particularly against their will. “You want to shoot your friend.” He purred out the words, though ever-light, gentle. And of course, that worked, as within but a few moments the other hunter was hitting the ground, a hole placed squarely between his temples. He didn’t seem to realize what he’d done, continuing to stare all doe-y and dumb at the creature before him. Fuck he hated hunters. All his life he'd watched them kill and hurt and ruin whatever was in their path, regardless of how undeserving. Woosung was a creature of mercy, a protecter just as much as a predator, he wasn’t keen on killing for the fun of it or simply because he could, but when it came to hunters, his moral ambivalence and tendency to remain grey threw itself out the window. No, these bastards deserved it. “And now you want to shoot yourself.” He told him, smiling as he caressed the man’s cheek, smiling even still as he watched him nod and pull the gun on himself, aim it at his own heart and pull the trigger. He watched the body fall, twitch for a few minutes before going still. How very anticlimactic.

Stepping over the mess, he leveled his gaze once more on the gas station and store in the distance, grinned to himself at the thought of what awaited him, and walked on.  

The nøkk was gonna get his fucking ramen.

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2843 miles

Otayuri Week 2017 Day 2: Social media

otayuri | G-rated

“Yuri bites his lip and glances out of the window, feeling like even the very gloomy Saint Petersburg is laughing at him and his miserable crush on Otabek, even though Yuri grimaces when he thinks of the word crush.”

Long-distance relationship; Non-skater AU

[Read on AO3]

Alternative title: 4575 km

When Yuri sees a picture of Otabek Altin for the first time, he audibly gasps in his high school’s crowded cafeteria, effectively drawing the attention of everyone he shares a table with on himself. Miron, who is sitting on his right, leans closer and takes a look of the screen of the phone, rolling his eyes. ”Another male model?” ”He��s not a model, just some random guy,” Yuri defends himself, tapping the screen with his nail. Miron reads the short bio the boy has written next to his profile picture, only stating his age, location and a simple quote in English. Tatiana, a girl who shares Yuri’s pain and frustration five times a week in a ballet class, gestures Yuri to give the phone to her, and he hands the device over.

”A good looking random guy,” Tatiana says with raised eyebrows and whistles. She gives the phone back to it’s owner and tilts her head with a teasing smile on her lips. ”What tag were you browsing this time?” ”That’s not important,” Yuri says quickly and throws a smirk to Tatiana over the table. The girl laughs but doesn’t continue her teasing, giving Yuri a great chance to keep ogling the picture he had stumbled upon. The picture is taken outside, trees in full autumn colors framing a path leading to a park. Under the trees stands a tall boy (or man? His bio says he is 19 but to Yuri he looks older – more mature, somehow) with dark hair and piercing eyes. He’s fashionably dressed and Yuri can’t blame Miron for mistaking him for a model – he looks graceful, a hint of a smile on his lips. Yuri double-taps the picture, making the small heart under the picture turn red. The picture already has a nice amount of likes and comments, and Yuri isn’t surprised by that: the ‘tall-dark-and-mysterious’ aura around the boy is fascinating. And Yuri is painfully aware his type of men is 'tall-dark-and-mysterious’. ”Earth to Yuri, do you copy? The break is almost over,” Miron says, placing a hand on Yuri’s shoulder. The blond nods and throws his phone in his bag, but only after clicking the follow button next to the username otabek-altin. * Yuri frees his hair from the small bun Tatiana had made on him earlier, pulls a hoodie on over his head and yawns. He hands the hair tie to Tatiana when she steps out of the girls’ dressing room, in the middle of putting her pointe shoes in her bag. She slips the tie around her wrist and Yuri throws his duffle bag over his shoulder, holding the studio’s door open for his friend. The sun has already set, and the yellow glow of the street lights between the grey buildings reminds Yuri of a bad horror movie. He listens to Tatiana’s monologue about how their new adagio routine is hard and how she absolutely despises doing adagio in the center, and fishes his phone from the pocket of his jacket. He taps open the Instagram app, wanting to check the new likes and comments on the photo he uploaded before their ballet class: a simple one of himself and Tatiana in their training outfits, a black-and-white filter on top of it, posted with #bestfriends and #lifewithoutballetispointeless tags. Tatiana reaches the end of her rant when Yuri clicks open his notifications and almost drops his phone. The two most recent notifications catch his attention and make his heart skip a beat. He blinks a couple of times and refreshes the page before allowing himself to look at the screen again. He’s certain the app was just glitching but even closing and re-opening it doesn’t change the fact that the two notifications on top of the page say otabek-altin liked your photo and otabek-altin started following you. * Yuri learns quickly that Otabek Altin updates his Instagram quite often, almost daily, but doesn’t have accounts on any other social media sites. His pictures are always good quality, probably taken with a proper camera instead of his phone – accompanied with very generic tags, like the city he lives in and the brands of the clothes he’s wearing – and Yuri makes sure he leaves a like on every single one of them. He would never admit he has turned on the notification service on Otabek, but every time his phone tells him otabek-altin posted a new photo, Yuri’s day gets better. And, even though the photos Yuri posts are mostly dumb selfies and black-and-white ballet snapshots – definitely far from fashionable outfits and shots of pretty scenery – Otabek is one of the first ones to like them. Yuri lies on his back on his bed and scrolls down on his Instagram feed, the selfie he had just put up steadily gaining new likes and comments. He doesn’t really pay attention to them – most of them are from his friends from school, ballet class or dance camps he attends every summer. He reaches the end of new updates and clicks open his notification page. He skims through the notifications and feels how the tempo of his heart gets quicker when his eyes catch the always hard to believe text telling him Otabek had left a like on his most recent photo. The notification is only two minutes old and, with his heart hammering against his ribs, Yuri opens Otabek’s profile, taps the three black dots on top of the page and, after hovering his thumb over the send a message link for a couple of seconds, presses his finger down. yuri-plisetsky 21:16 thanks for always liking my pics!! otabek-altin 21:20 They’re really nice and pretty! Thanks to you for always liking MY pics. yuri-plisetsky 21:22 thank you haha, i think yours are the nicer ones tho!! i mean, i mostly post selfies and stuff otabek-altin 21:28 As I said, nice and pretty :) * ”Yuri, isn’t this Otabek guy who always comments on your photos the same dude you drooled over a couple months ago?” Yuri doesn’t want to smile when Tatiana mentions Otabek’s name, and he forces a neutral look on his face. ”Yeah, he followed me back and we started talking and stuff. He’s really nice,” Yuri says, trying to sound nonchalant. He feels Tatiana’s questioning eyes on himself but he keeps his focus on the book in front of him. After a while Tatiana hums and keeps tapping the screen of her phone, their daily session of having lunch and doing homework together (or, in Tatiana’s case, scrolling through social media) continuing in comfortable silence. Yuri means it when he says Otabek is nice, because he is. Probably one of the nicest guys Yuri has ever met (even though they haven’t met face-to-face, but that’s just a small unimportant detail). Since Yuri sent a simple thank you message to Otabek they have been messaging back and forth every day, talking about their hobbies, the things they loved, what they had for breakfast and what was the last thing they laughed at. Otabek is easy to talk to, he understands Yuri’s sense of humor perfectly, and even though Yuri is certain Otabek doesn’t mean to flirt with him, the seemingly innocent compliments flatter him. Yuri doesn’t exactly consider himself good-looking, and even though Otabek strikes him as a person who tells everyone they look really nice, Yuri can’t get enough of the praising comments he gets from the other boy. Yuri doesn’t receive a lot of compliments, and if he does they’re mostly about his ballet technique – never about his looks. And, if Yuri is being honest, he hasn’t exactly felt the need to hear them, at least not until now. And even if he suddenly started hearing them from others, they wouldn’t mean as much to him as the ones Otabek writes in the comments of his photos or in the direct messages they keep exchanging. Yuri bites his lip and glances out of the window, feeling like even the very gloomy Saint Petersburg is laughing at him and his miserable crush on Otabek, even though Yuri grimaces when he thinks of the word crush. It’s silly, stupid even, and Yuri knows that much – Otabek is older than him, looks good enough to date anyone he wants and, on top of everything, lives in another country. Yuri sighs and leaves the cafeteria with Tatiana and Miron, trailing behind his two friends to the second floor when his phone buzzes in his pocket. otabek-altin 12:12 Morning, Yuri! How are you today? yuri-plisetsky 12:14 Fine otabek-altin 12:15 Hm? What’s wrong? yuri-plisetsky 12:16 I said I’m fine otabek-altin 12:18 Your typing has changed so something must be up. You sure you’re fine? yuri-plisetsky 12:20 you know me too well, it’s unfair i just feel a little down today, nothing serious i also hurt my ankle yesterday so my teacher won’t let me dance today and that sucks otabek-altin 12:23 I see, I’m sorry to hear that. Is there something I could do to make you feel better? yuri-plisetsky 12:25 i dunno, unless you know some magic trick that heals sprains?? Their teacher arrives and Yuri takes his usual seat in the back row, throwing his bag on top of his desk so he can hide his phone behind it. The teacher starts the class, scribbling something on the board and Yuri takes a look at his phone: still no new messages. Otabek is usually quick with his replies and Yuri gnaws the inside of his cheek, wondering did he say something weird or stupid that scared the other boy away. Yuri opens his book and almost jumps when his phone vibrates under it, buzzing loudly against the desk. otabek-altin 12:32 Don’t they say a kiss heals everything? yuri-plisetsky 12:33 you’d kiss my ankle?? otabek-altin 12:36 To be honest I would kiss any part of you. * When Yuri sees the familiar path leading to the park, tall trees on each side of it, he takes his phone out of his pocket and snaps a photo. He tucks a wild strand of hair behind his ear, the warm summer breeze throwing the same locks on his face over and over again, and sends the photo to Tatiana and Miron. The trees are green instead of the bright reds and yellows they wore when the two of them saw them on a picture for the first time, but Yuri is positive his friends will recognize the place. A strong arm is wrapped around his shoulders and Yuri looks up, giving an excited smile to Otabek. ”The very first picture I saw of you was taken here,” he tells the other boy, gesturing towards the path and trees. Otabek hums and crunches his eyebrows, deep in thought. ”That was… last September, right?” Otabek’s low voice and the arm wrapped around Yuri’s shoulders make his skin tingle pleasantly, and Yuri tries to hide his happy grin by nodding and scanning the park around them. It’s a beautiful, sunny day and groups of people sunbathing or having picnics are scattered between the trees. Yuri reads Tatiana’s reply to the photo he sent to her earlier and steals a glance of Otabek from the corner of his eye: he’s running the hand not resting on Yuri’s shoulder through his dark hair, a tiny yet soft smile on his lips. His eyes don’t glitter with excitement and nervousness anymore like they did when he saw Yuri for the first time and wrapped his arms around the smaller boy, hugging him for five minutes in the middle of Almaty international airport. Otabek doesn’t talk much but Yuri can read his emotions well from his eyes, and the blond is already afraid of the day when their four weeks together come to an end and he has to look Otabek in the eyes while saying his goodbyes. But on that moment the look in Otabek’s eyes is nothing but pure affection as he notices Yuri’s stares and raises his eyebrows teasingly to the blond. ”Can we take a picture?” Yuri asks quickly, way too aware of the blush spreading on his cheeks. Otabek nods and Yuri raises his phone, both of them posing to the front camera. Yuri takes multiple shots and lets Otabek choose the best one out of them (he says they all look the same but points at the very last one anyway). Yuri puts a filter on top of the picture of Otabek pressing his lips on Yuri’s cheek, pulled up by a happy laugh, and opens the Instagram app to upload it. He tags Otabek in the photo and after typing #Almaty, #boyfriend and #ldr in the description box taps the share button.

#otayuri week #my stories #writing about ballet made me so happy #by me

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moayoub1 · 4 years

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Hiking Tampa Mountain for the amazing view in Brasov

I only hear Italian opera on long train rides once I want to observe scenery while thinking deeply or this one other time once I drank an excessive amount of wine and unsuccessfully tried to wax my upper lip. But on a warm Saturday afternoon in Brasov, Romania, I threw Spotify on shuffle and let Andrea Bocelli serenade me as I hiked up Tampa Mountain. From now on, I feel I’ll only hear Italian opera while climbing foreign mountains with gorgeous views.

Hiking Tampa Mountain

Brasov is tucked right up to the Carpathians so there are many places to hike. The allure of Tampa Mountain is just that there's a cool Hollywood-esque Brasov check in top of it.

The start of the hike is merely a few five-minute walks from the city center – just walk toward the big, glowing Brasov sign. At the foot of the mountain, you've got the selection to steer abreast of the trail or take a car. The car costs 16 lei or about a $4.50 trip.

If the weather is good, though, choose the hike. you'll see such a lot more of the natural Carpathian beauty and therefore the town below. The hike up Tampa Mountain takes about an hour and therefore the path is winding, but every jiffy, the forest clears and you get a peek at the red-roofed town of Brasov. At the highest of the mountain, the Brasov sign stands tall like its sister in Hollywood, a beacon for tourists and travel bloggers trying to find good photo opportunities. Most people turn back after snapping their picture with the sign, but this isn’t where the hike stops. Continue rising the rocky and slightly less official-looking path behind the Brasov sign to urge to the very best and much superior lookout spot. From the tippy top, you'll see down the mountain in every direction. I face the town, gleaming within the crystal clear day and think, “Wow, this is often breathtaking.” Then I rotate and absorb the opposite, more wild side of the mountain. The low fog seems to be settling over the trees and it’s somehow darker. “Wow, there's something in these woods.” it's Transylvania in any case.

The woman who took my picture at the Tampa Mountain Lookout

Solo travelers the planet over understand the struggle of getting an honest picture with them actually in it. I even have no problem going bent eat alone or walking up to strangers in bars, but passing my camera to a pleasant couple and awkwardly posing while they snap away? I can’t roll in the hay. The result's that the majority of my pictures are of the selfie variety. And I’m really bad at taking selfies. My face just doesn’t behave around front-facing cameras (and probably all the time, I’m just blissfully unaware.) I’m not bold enough to face there and check out to require an honest selfie so I just sneakily whip out my phone, click a couple of times while I squint into the sun, then run away, ashamed. So you'll imagine my joy once I finally, after months of solo travel and countless unfortunate selfies, found the balls to brazenly ask a fellow millennial to require an image of me… and it clothed well. I should tell you a touch about this girl. She looked amazing, wearing an extended skirt and crop top and, inexplicably, wedge heels, on top of the mountain.

Where did she come from? How did she get here? Is she a mirage?

She stood there, cooly searching over the town, not smiling and clearly more important than everyone else on this mountain and perhaps the planet. She looked shocked once I threw her my camera, made an obnoxious “take a pic” gesture and ran to take a seat on the sting of the platform before she could protest. Hey gorgeous, help a sister out. But she and her bold lipstick rose to the challenge. And here is that the result…

Can this chick photograph my wedding one day?

She never smiled. I looked over my shoulder from my pose and was surprised to ascertain her walk toward me, then gracefully sit next to me on the overlook. With manicured fingers, she pulled out a tube of Toblerone from her probably Gucci bag and snapped it within the center. She handed me half. I guess she didn’t hate me in any case. So we sat there, taking within the view, shoulder to shoulder, eating chocolate while I sweat through my “high-performance stink-proof” travel jersey and her designer skirt swirled daintily within the breeze. Whoever you were, many thanks for the image . and therefore the chocolate.

Getting backtrack Tampa mountain

On my way backtrack the mountain, I got into an influence walking rhythm with Andrea. I used to be flying, passing groups of hikers, enjoying the primary real day of spring I’ve had in Europe thus far. The trail is straightforward, only one serpentine path from the bottom of the mountain to the Brasov sign, but there's one point where the trail splits for a couple of meters then reunites with itself in such how that you simply have the choice to vary directions if you aren’t listening.

When I came to the present split, rocking bent my music and speed walking, I took the incorrect side of the fork and ended up walking copy the mountain. For twenty minutes. Before I noticed that I used to be going copy. How is that even possible? How do I begin climbing uphill rather than down and easily, not realize it?

With specialized Italian opera. The nice weather meant the paths were busy. I can only imagine what the great family in matching neon green dry-fit shirts, hiking poles, and water bladders (but seriously, it’s only like an hour hike, y’all) thought once they saw me plow past them, charging up the mountain, only to prevent death, shop around, activate my heels and begin charging backtrack the mountain with an equivalent conviction.

Oops.

At least I had good music.

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Love Me Do

Sam is a-simple-rper’s character ~

“Any girl you got your eye on tonight?” Belle asked out of nowhere. She’d sneaked up on the door man. Shouldn’t his shift be over … sometime? She wanted to hang out with him. And kiss him, too, now that she saw him that close.

Nodding his head to the music Sam was, ah, well on his way to that fun intoxicated level of alcohol. ‘Course he’s not supposed to be drinking on the job, but that’s never stopped him before. So when he heard Belle he turned around with a big almost drunk, but none the less energentic, grin. “Hey!” His arm went around her waist while he still held the glass in his other hand. “I do now~”

“Oh you” Belle laughed. With Sam guiding her she had every reason to lean in close enough for their bodies to touch. He was so tal though, she’d break her neck looking up - so she put her hands on his shoulders to help her stretch to nuzzle him.

She’d missed him. She hoped he’d been well.

he knew who this was, but the liquor in him was making that real connection take a little longer to really take hold. So he kept smiling at her, fighting off a hiccup. At the nuzzle he grinned, then blinked, then narrowed his eyes at her. Then gasped and his eyes blew wide open as did his grin. “Belle!” Dropping the drink completely he picked her up and swung her around.

“You’re back!”

“I’m back” she laughed out loud. He noticed just now?

Oh but it was so nice to held and … swung? Belle lifted her her wings to feel the slight breeze get caught underneath and then wrapped them around Sam as they came to a halt.

She got lifted and she had no words. Except for maybe: “I love you, Sam.”

“Holy shit you’re back! This is fucking awesome!” Sam cheered as he spun them both around. Which was probably more dangerous than anything. It’s amazing he didn’t trip over his feet.

Feeling her wings around him Sam laughed and grinned widely. Even when he stopped he hadn’t set Belle back down yet. He chuckled some more, tapping her nose. “Be careful, sweets, I’m not that drunk yet. Which doesn’t matter cause you’re here!” His energy was through the roof now, “Where’d you go what happened did you take pictures?”

“I sure did!” Belle assured. She couldn’t help it either, feeling Sam so excited - and kissed his cheek and forehead. “But I can’t show you.”

Which was sad, but not that much. For now she just enjoyed the feeling of being able to wave her tail from side to side without it even touching the ground.

The grin wasn’t moving an inch off his face. Damn, he’s just so excited that she’s back! Honestly he wasn’t even that bummed about not being able to see these awesome pictures.

Sam hugged her some more, unable to not try still though. “Not even if I say please~?” He cooed.

“But they’re from other places” Belle denied weakly. She began to purr as she still clang back to Sam, too. Let’s see. He seemed a bit drunk … so maybe he’d forget about them in the morning.

He whined with her, teasingly mimicking her noises. “Oh no, not other places!” He leaned down and nuzzled into the crook of her neck. She’s so soft, as always. “I promise, it’ll all stay right with me~”

He promised … ! And he was being sweet to her. It was like he just hugged her heart.

“Okay” she heard herself say - despite better judgement. “Okay okay. But we should find us a place for our own.”

Sam grinned widely once she agreed, giving a squeeze in their hug. “Awesome!” honestly he didn’t really have to see the pics. Right now he was excited enough that Belle was back.

“A place of our room, huh? How’s my place sound for that?”

“It sounds great” Belle found and nuzzled Sam back. She could tell he was really glad to see her and just found that all too sweet.

“You gotta tell me how you were doing, though” she insisted. She was curious as well. Did he meet somebody? Did he do good …

Belle let go a little. He didn’t have to carry her, as nice as it would be.

“Ah you know, usual business around here. Gotta keep the party alive in this place.” Sam snickered a little before grinning it back out.

He pulled her back into his arms, ah forget it. Sam just lifted her up into them, “Nah nah nah, not on your first day back.” This was one of those clingy moments of his. Once he’s attached, Sam’s like a sad puppy when someone leaves. Then when they come back? He’s not letting go of them!

“Who cares about me over here though, I can’t wait to see what you’ve been up to!” Sam skipped every other step while carrying Belle to his room above the bar.

“I do” Belle replied, meaning that. She cared so much for Sam.

It was one thing to give her access to the room of very important people, but another to make her feel like a very important person right here. Belle was so glad about the position she got - and she may or may not read too much in the significance of being carried.

She couldn’t help it. She kissed his neck, all tenderly.

Maybe if there wasn’t a ton of liquor in him right now Sam might have been a little more touched at that. But till that junk’s out of his system, “If you keep saying stuff like that we might just have to skip the pictures and do something else~”

Now it was his turn to purr, or at least make the sound closest to one. With the one hand under her Sam opened the door to his place and went on in. “See? Not much’s changed.”

“Mmh?” Oh no - in order to see, she couldn’t keep nuzzling him. Belle’s ear turned before her head did. She let out a snort at the sight. If anything, it got more messy. Someone would have to clear that up, the second Sam was sleeping.

“It’s true.” She laughed lightly - just in such a good mood. Sure Sam would find a spot to sit in - so she just kept resting against him, not eager to get put down.

He chuckled at the snort, “Well it’s not that bad.” The fucks he’s talking about there’s clothes literally everywhere and don’t even get him started on the open box of pizza over there.

Ah well. Walking over to the bed Sam sat down on it, holding Belle in his lap. “So, tell me everything.” Those dark eyes just about shone, partly with liqour, but mostly with the eager excitement of this moment.

“Everything” Belle repeated, wearing a smirk. She didn’t really think that Sam would handle every bit. But this could be about sharing. And she sure would love that…

There was just something about his neck that demanded her to touch it, and so she let her fingertips draw over the skin as she talked. “Mh. Well I was at a family meetup. And then I was in another dimension. It was near and real nice” she remembered; tail waving at the memory. She’d try to visit again soon. “And then I met Makkazzar. Another alien” she explained while slowly getting distracted by the sound of Sams pulse.

The touches against his neck were so familiar. His hand slowly went around her arm, up and down then again. Sam’s missed this touches.

“Sounds like you’ve been busy.” He chuckled, “So how was this ‘new dimension’? Like ours or a lot cooler?” The other arm slowly looped up around her back, palm gently pressing against the center of it to hold her.

‘Our’ dimension. Now, that wasn’t quite true, but she loved that Sam said it this way. She also loved Sam. Belle rested her body against his, sharing warmth and comfort and giving him all the encouragement - or so she hoped - to keep the pets going. “There was war and just little flowers” she remembered; her hands resting on Sam’s back to hold on to him as he did to her. If this dimension was cooler, she didn’t know, but it was different for sure. “So many pretty people. Tiny women! And Havedas. I collected flowers for him and he was so happy” she remembered quite fondly.

Sam had a continuous humming rumbling silently in his throat as he nuzzled against the crook her neck. “Mm, sounds really cool and busy.” He mumbled into her. Being partly drunk really nulled a little of his thought, other than just being with her. Slightly he rocked back. Pretty soon he was just going to bring them both to lay on the bed.

“Tiny women? How tiny? Didn’t you say there’d be pictures?” He cooed with a cheeky grin, fingers dancing across her side.

She did say that, Belle remembered. When she just wasn’t that busy to melt in Sams arms she’d show him right away, but she was kind of caught up in the moment.

Was it odd to ask ‘bite me’. It was odd to ask ‘bite me’. Was it. Wasn’t it. But the moment was so perfect and he was soo perfect and he also made these lovely sounds for her.

“I took pictures for Mars to see. Technical things. He comes so much after his father; I knew that he’d love them.” She had a hologram of a robot that looked like a spider - maybe Sam might find it nice, too. Belle shifted to lean on more comfortably.

Yep, then he went. As Belle moved in more Sam just ended up leaning back down to lay them both on the bed. His arm curled around her some more as did his other to keep her just as close as they were sitting up. Lets hope Belle didn’t have any plans tonight, cause Sam’s not letting go of her anytime soon.

Again, if he wasn’t mainly drunk the hologram thing would’ve blown his mind to pieces! But right now he was too interested in that fucking awesome looking spider robot thing. And how much he just wanted to hold and kiss all over Belle right now.

“He’s got good tastes that’s for sure.” Fingers traced along her spine.

Was Sam just prasing her boy? It made Belle feel all warm, along with the fact that he let her lie above him, which for some reason did touch her quite a lot. For now, she simply was done talking. Instead she purred, constantly - for some reason managing to do so whether she took breaths in or out. Just once there was silence - the short moment she kissed the corner of Sams jaw. After that, more purring followed, along with the quiet sound of her wings unfolding and resting on Sams sides.

#Belle RP #Belle and Sam RP #I only take responsibility for belle lol #that's enough xD #look at them be all cute

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