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sainzfilm · 1 year
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Through my eyes with white mustang or tomorrow never came ft Sean ono lenonon by lana del rey
And if you don't want to do any of those can you please do death with dignity by sufjan stevens
Also sorry if this sounds rude I've never really done this before ♡♡
pairing: charles leclerc x reader
a/n: this is actually one of my favorite songs hehe so beautiful yet so heartbreaking in ways that are just…mundanely experienced by people and dw about it!! not rude at all my love :) im apologizing in advance if i hurt someone from this because i hurt myself from writing this
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tomorrow never came - charles leclerc
The sun’s rays shone through the curtains that were slightly opened. Clothes scattered on the floor, pieces of the events that had unraveled the night before. Legs tangled up in sheets draped over your bare bodies as Charles held you close to him.
You sighed deeply, looking up at him with a faint smile on your face, “I love you.”
“I love you more, baby,” Charles mumbled as he kissed your temple, rubbing your back gently, “I’d do anything to wake up next to you every morning.”
Staring at the ceiling, you took a sip from the glass of wine in your hand as you waited for Charles’ call. As you sighed deeply, you mumbled to yourself, “Not surprised by that.”
You shook your head as you set the wine glass down and headed to your bedroom, laying in the bed that you shared countless times with the man you loved. Before you could zone out further, the phone ringing disrupted your thoughts, sliding to answer without checking the caller ID.
“What do you want?”
Charles chuckled softly in response to your snarky welcome, “Hello to you too, Y/N.”
“Oh, it’s you. Hi, Charles,” You mumbled as you propped your phone up to your ear, “Question still stands. What do you want?”
“I just wanted to ask what you’re doing,” He mumbled, the sounds of his footsteps echoing through the phone, “Is it wrong to check on my girl?”
“Let’s see. You said you’d call at 6 pm my time and time check, it’s nearly midnight,” You scoffed, turning the television on and mindlessly surfing through channels, “Your girl? Please, Charles. I haven’t felt like it for the longest time.”
“I’m sorry, I lost track of time,” Charles replied, the bitterness of the words lingering in his mouth, “I’m trying, okay? I’m already under enough pressure and your demands are not helping.”
“You know what? Just go to sleep. I don’t want to argue,” You sighed, rubbing your hand down your face as the frustration inside you bubbled, “I’m tired.”
“Just…will you meet me at our spot tomorrow? I promise I’ll be there,” He replied, laying in bed that was a few cities away from yours, “4 PM, I’ll be there.”
Hesitant to agree, you shook your head as you replied, “Okay fine. I’ll meet you there. Goodnight.”
Charles dropped the call, a lack of exchange in the aspect of saying of the three words that used to be thrown in between you back then.
As another day reeled itself in, you couldn’t care any less about what would go on from Charles asking to meet with you. In fact, if you were to be honest, you were thinking about breaking up with him right there and then.
Sitting down on the bench by the river, you exhaled as you looked down on your watch. 3:30 PM. People passed – happy couples, children playing with each other, and even students walking home from school.
It wasn’t until you felt droplets on the top of your head, frowning as you saw the light grey ground being covered with small dark circles.
“C’mon, Charles,” You mumbled as you tapped your foot on the sidewalk, the rain falling and slowly drenching you, “It’s fifteen minutes past the time.”
You tried to ring him up, it was no use being redirected to his voicemail over and over, “Dick move, Leclerc. So much for broken and empty promises.”
Standing up from the bench, you turned around to look at it one more time with a sad smile on your face from the memories that started making its way through your brain.
“You wanna sit for a while?” Charles smiled as he held onto your hand, “We’re in no rush, I’ll always have time for you, you know?”
“If you say it like that,” You teased, pulling him to a bench that faced the river and sat down as you sighed happily, “Nice spot, don’t you think?”
Charles nodded, putting an arm around you as you leaned against his shoulder, “Faces the sun setting behind the river perfectly.”
“What if we make this our spot?” You mumbled, watching the sun set before your eyes, “Not to be a cheesy romantic.”
“Then, it’ll be our spot, my love,” He smiled as he kissed the top of your head, pointing at the sun that was setting, “Every time the sun sets, another day comes around. Another day of me loving you like no tomorrow.”
Pulling away from his arms, you looked up at him and squished his cheeks in your hands, “You know, I love you. I wish you could stay with me.”
As he mirrored your actions, he couldn’t help but laugh from how silly the two of you must’ve looked from another point of view, “You know that I’ll always stay.”
You didn’t know whether it was the tears that was falling down your cheeks or the rain that came from above. All you know was that the love you had with Charles was a distant memory – one that would probably wear out like the initials that you carved on the bench that you waited on.
Taking a deep breath, you pulled your coat to yourself and walked away from that bench, from the love and man that you once adored. You should’ve realized a long time ago that tomorrow never came.
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peipapicoz · 2 years
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Translation for these articles about Hop and Leon 🎉 source provided by @carefreejules and translated with permission. Thank you so much for always providing them QwQ
Leon (VA : Ono Daisuke)
-King of Kings that is praised to be undefeated in official battle, an entertainer that fascinates all his viewers. An easygoing person, with an extreme lack of sense of direction. Hop’s older brother. (TN: the word used for ‘extreme’ is like, extreme x100, super ultra extreme. They roasting Leon huh 😂)
Hop (VA: Yoshinaga Takuto)
-Leon’s younger brother. A boy who aims to be a Pokemon trainer that surpasses his older brother. Born in Postwick, Galar. His partner Pokemon is Wooloo.
・The Brotherhood between Leon and Hop
-Not just looking alike to each other, these two brothers also have a similar strong-willed personality! Although he respects his older brother, who isn’t just a Galarian Star, but at the same time reigns as the Absolute King, Hop declares that he will one day defeat that brother of his. Aside from admiration, Hop’s bold declaration also gives the viewer a glimpse of the future top trainer. (TN : The original word used here is ‘King’. Ok pokemon give us a game where Hop is the champion)
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・Hop is a super Onii-chan-ko. (Onii-chan means big brother. Adding a ‘-ko’ at the back gives the meaning that Hop loves his brother a lot. Like a younger sibling that wants to follow the older siblings everywhere, wanting to use and do the same thing as them etc.)
・He challenges Ash to a battle with his partner Wooloo!
-He shows up dashingly in front of Ash, who is competing in the Master Eight. How good will Hop’s battle skill be?
・His mischievous personality makes him stand upfront to everything!
Interview with Yoshinaga Takuto (Hop’s VA) :
Q : What is your first impression of Hop?
A : Hop is a pure and innocent kid! He is super energetic! The voice recording for Anipoke is done in the morning. I thought “ I have to wake up early to be able to portray this level of energy, don’t I” , so I woke up early and screamed inside my house, before heading to the studio.
Q : What is your impression of Leon, Hop’s older brother?
A : In a nutshell, the strongest Pokemon Trainer. Hop is proud to have an older brother like him. The fact that he has a Charizard as his partner Pokemon is also great. While just like trainers, Charizard has their own charm point, but Leon’s charizard is just outstandingly cool!
Although it is great to have such a cool big brother and partner Pokemon, if I had a brother like Leon...... while of course I will be respectful towards him, but I would also feel bitter, like “I have to become someone great too, don’t I?” . I would probably be feeling such negativity. However, for Hop, he just thinks “ I can do it” , and sets surpassing Leon as his goal. His respect towards Leon is pure and simple. He will only allow himself to be the one defeating his own self , not other trainer (this part is talking about mentally, not winning or losing in battle). I feel like this type of seriousness Hop carries is the only big difference between him and me.
Q : If that’s the only difference, does this mean that you feel like you share lots of similarity with Hop?
A : I didn’t mean to be rude,but that is indeed the case. Especially that level of excitement, it is just like me when I was about 18~19 years old (laugh). I felt like I could do anything, and was filled with confidence that I had no idea where it came from. I can feel that strong mind and mental energy of adolescent time in Hop. It is kind of stupid, but very cute! Hop really is a great guy that knows what he wants to do.
—-Skipped some parts where the VA is talking about voice recording and his favourite pokemon and trainer etc—---
Q : Please tell us your most recommended scene regarding Hop’s arrival!
A : Definitely the scene where Hop first shows up! Not only because it’s an exciting scene where Hop was being serious, please also look forward to the surprising story development (laugh)! His partner Wooloo is also very cute!
—-Last part is the VA asking the viewer to look forwards to the show etc—--
That's all!! Again thank you carefreejules for these source material!!
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tellthemeerkatsitsfine · 10 months
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So, I’d somehow managed to never have heard the Flight of the Conchords radio sitcom before. I first watched their TV sitcom in about 2009, I think. And got into their music from there. I’ve re-watched that show many, many times in the last fifteen years, it’s probably one of the shows I’ve watched the most times in full. Yet somehow, never bothered to hear the radio show that came first until this week, when I was gathering Daniel Kitson radio things like, to borrow a phrase I’ve heard someone else use, a comedy magpie. Kitson was only in one episode, but I listened to all six, deciding that’s long overdue.
Here are some thoughts:
- Interesting (to me) that the only actor, besides the main two, to reprise his radio role in the TV show was Rhys Darby. I guess that should be obvious – he’s the only other Kiwi main character, he’s the one who started out with them. But for some reason I hadn’t thought of the fact that he had more history with the band than just being cast in their TV show. That’s cool.
He plays almost the same character. Different name, and in the radio show he was still with his wife, though only barely. And no useful job outside the band. That’s the difference between British radio and American TV for you – America and TV make their characters have glamourous jobs like working in the New Zealand consulate office.
- On that subject, the big and obvious difference is that the radio show is on the BBC and about a Kiwi band trying to make it in England, while the TV show is on HBO and about a Kiwi band trying to make it in America. That may reflect the band’s actual growing success – in 2005, they were trying to get somewhere in Britain, and by 2007, they were breaking America.
- Daniel Kitson plays a novelty music guy for whom the Conchords do support work. His character performs with a panda puppet. This is funny to me because about a year and a half earlier, Daniel Kitson was ranting to at least one audience about his dislike of people who perform with puppets (the immortal line “If you want to say rude things on stage, take the sock off your hand and start losing friends, you fucking chicken”), based on a radio show he had to do with ventriloquist Nina Conti.
- This also makes it amusing to me that Nina Conti appeared in that radio show, though not with her puppet and not in the same episode as Daniel Kitson. She played a slightly different version of the character played by Kristen Schaal in the TV show, and Jimmy Carr played her husband. I think Jimmy Carr was the only guest star to turn up in more than one episode, and I hate to say this, but he was quite good.
- I find it very funny that they still did a storyline with Bret being self-conscious about being too skinny, even in the radio version. Because we can’t see him there. They could have had any character self-conscious about anything. But they still decided to pick on Bret McKenzie by making it a plot point that what he actually looks like is a terrible thing to look (even though it’s definitely not… I mean, I’m not often attracted to men, but I very occasionally am, and when I am, they tend to look like Bret McKenzie).
- Other plot points common to both versions: they have a Yoko Ono (different name, very similar character, her episode is probably the most similar between the radio and TV versions), Bret quits the band, Rhys Darby struggles to get them bookings.
- Actually, I was wrong about Rhys Darby being the only one to reprise his role. Greg Proops plays the same character who sends them off on basically the same plotline.
- Writing this post got me looking at the Wikipedia page for their TV show, and it is quite cool to just look at that list of guest stars, keeping in mind that this was all pre-2010. Look at all the stuff the guest and recurring stars have gone on to do, in addition to Kristen Schaal and Rhys Darby’s careers.
I’m pretty sure Bret and Jermaine count as official Chocolate Milk Gang members, as does Demitri Martin (who’s billed on the Wikipedia page as a guest star in that TV show because he’s only in one episode, but he has such a significant role in that episode that I tend to think of him as a major character). And a number of the other names on that page are people I think of as CMG-adjacent for various reasons. The Flight of the Conchords TV sitcom is basically a gathering of the NYC wing of the CMG (yes I realize it may not be entirely accurate to define the New York alternative comedy scene as merely a branch of some stuff that happened in Britain, but this is how I choose to see the world). See, this sort of thing is why I have described the Chocolate Milk Gang as “an international crime syndicate that sometimes organizes soccer matches” (that is a quote from John Oliver, even though he may have been actually talking about FIFA when he said it).
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eruden-writes · 2 years
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Slow Burn - 5 (Endeavor x OC)
WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR CURRENT CANON STORY. TITLE SUBJECT TO CHANGE.
Months have passed since the war. The heroes won, but there's still rebuilding efforts to be completed. And not just buildings and cities.
Maemi Ono is one therapist, among many from her US-based agency, who is chosen to treat Class 2-A (previously Class 1-A) as a group and Dabi, of the former League of Villains, individually. However, with the war still fresh in his head and suspicions high, Endeavor isn't so sure Miss Ono's intentions are entirely as good as they seem.
When Maemi's past rears its head, will it prove Endeavor correct? Or will it pull Maemi further into Endeavor's orbit?
I feel like I get more traction on tumblr than ao3, so I’m going to post chapters of this here, too.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 (coming soon)
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Part 5: Something Awry
About two weeks after the Amusement Park Episode, as Maemi Ono had begun to think of it, she found herself face-to-face with an Endeavor on patrol.
She had just wanted to do a bit of shopping, perhaps find some self-care ideas for Class 2-A and 2-B. She had just been considering low-energy volunteer activities - like helping animal shelters or planting trees versus crime fighting - that had been posted on an outdoor bulletin when Endeavor approached her. 
“Miss Ono.” A direct greeting, perfectly neutral. Someone else may have found the approach rude, bordering on annoyed. Maemi didn’t sense any irritation from him, though. So, she tried to clamp down on the startled flutters in her chest as she looked up at him.
But with the way he stared down at her, he made her insides wobble all the same. It didn’t help that, despite being her day off and in a setting completely unassociated with the school, she still felt underdressed around him.
Which was absolutely ridiculous! Her pink sundress - patterned in strawberries to match her novelty earrings - and sandals were perfectly acceptable wear, especially considering the heat of the day. 
“Endeavor,” she returned, with a nod and a polite smile. She was painfully aware there were too many people around to casually call him Mr. Todoroki. She tried to keep her composure, though nerves made her grip her purse strap a little tighter. Already, she could feel attention drifting toward her. Well, more accurately Endeavor and her by association. “I wasn’t aware this area was part of your patrol.” 
The particular area had a bustling shopping district and event venues along various streets. People were jam-packed along the sidewalks, chattering with friends or on their phones and carrying shopping bags or walk-and-eat treats. Children skipped about with families and flocks of teenagers traveled from one point of interest to another. Towering above the street, large screens played newscasts and ads. 
It wasn’t exactly Maemi’s scene. Too many people wore her out quickly. But the added wrinkle of Endeavor suddenly appearing spiked her anxiety. She could’ve sworn the area was a different pro-hero’s turf, but for the life of her, she couldn’t recall exactly who usually patrolled the area.
With Endeavor standing before her, Maemi became all the more aware of the hustle around her. Once more, the unnerving stillness - assuredness - that enveloped him edged over her.
But she couldn’t relax. Her mental blockades against emotional contamination were worse in large crowds. The feelings of others invariably leaked into her. After the Amusement Park Episode, and how unprofessional she was with him, Maemi had hoped not to relive the situation any time soon.
“My agency fills in when others need assistance,” Endeavor replied, while trying to ignore the civilians that cleaved around Miss Ono and himself. He hadn’t really had a plan when he approached the woman. It was, he supposed, an attempt to be personable, to be seen as approachable. But he really had no idea how to start or continue such amicability. 
Judging from the awkward tension and the way Miss Ono shifted on her feet, he was failing superbly. His thoughts quickly shifted toward a subject that had been nagging at him. “How is Dabi doing? Have you seen him recently?” 
“Oh, he’s doing well.” Though she couldn’t get into the nitty-gritty details of her patient, Maemi could discuss ancillary discussions. “He got a chuckle from the photos from the amusement park.” 
“Anything at my expense,” sighed Endeavor, with a sardonic nod of his head.
A gentle sort of resignation throbbed through the air to Maemi. She couldn’t find any string of resentment around Endeavor. Offering the man a smile, she gently added with a meaningful tone, “He’s still working through a lot of emotions.” 
“Yes, there’s a lot to be done there.” A flash of guilt emanated from the man, softening his words to Maemi’s ears. Still, she pressed her lips together and gave an affirmative hum. 
As the conversation lulled, she became aware of the attention on them. Passerbys rubbernecking or having the audacity to take photos on their phone. Embarrassment and apprehension crawled up Maemi’s back.
Once more, she smiled up at Endeavor - who had taken that moment to give a surveying glare up and down the street - and she started to edge away. “Well, I better be going. Don’t want to distract you from your patrol.” 
Her words roused his eyes back to her. She wanted to shrink back under the intense look, fighting back a renewed sensation of flutters. 
“You’re not distracting, Miss Ono,” he replied simply. Maybe he thought the words alone were reassuring, but his utterly neutral tone made the words sound like a vague insult.
Almost at once, Maemi’s polite smile curled with a wry demeanor. Endeavor had such a knack for saying the blandest things in such an insulting way. Sarcasm laden her words as she laughed, “You’re such a charmer.” 
Catching the good-humored displeasure in her voice, Endeavor’s eyebrows dipped, before ticking upward in realization. “I didn’t mean it like that.” 
“Mhmn,” she hummed again, that ironic smile on her lips. Though Maemi was more amused than upset, the attention they were receiving and her own inner turmoil desired retreat. And it wasn’t rude to just go about her day, anyway, she reminded herself. “I’m going to get back to shopping. See you later, Mr. Todoroki.” 
With that, Maemi gave a wave and turned, forcing herself to not look back at the towering man. The cacophony of the crowd seeped into her. A jagged anxiety rattled through her, as the surrounding crowd’s emotions pressed in on her. She willed the crowds to swallow her up, until she couldn’t feel his eyes on her back any longer.
Endeavor watched Miss Ono disappear through the crowds, his eyebrows lowered in consideration. Once more, she acted differently than their earlier meetings. From poised and calm to teasing and coquettish. Now, she appeared anxious around him. 
He supposed she felt awkward over their last prolonged interactions at the amusement park. Though he didn’t see why. She’d already informed him she was ‘marinating in teenage emotions.’ It was answer enough to explain her odd behavior.
She obviously had trained to build up a tolerance, simply to exist in crowds. Otherwise, she’d be torn this way and that from the chaos of emotions. 
However, he’d noticed how she’d change their course at Thrillventure, seemingly on a whim, only to stumble on a distressed teenager. Whether it had been heat exhaustion or a ride triggering a painful memory from the last year, the war, Miss Ono had managed it. While it hadn’t happened often, it was enough for him to realize she was always on. In some way. 
With his thoughts turned toward Miss Ono, another entity scuttled up to him. The pro-hero was completely surprised as they crowed up at him, “You look like you could use a flower, Mister Hero!” 
Endeavor noted their long hair - in all shades of red, orange, and yellow - and a basket laden with flowers on an elbow. “No, than-” 
Before he could even finish his refusal, a large bouquet of flowers was shoved into his face. The floral aroma flooded his senses, the petals rattled in his face as the vendor shook them. A puff of smoke - pollen, he’d later realize - slammed into his face, filling his lungs with little particles.
Endeavor forcefully shoved the flowers away, waving his free hand in front of his face to disperse the cloud as half-choked coughs sputtered from him. His eyes flicked a watery-eyed glare to the insistent flower seller.
However, they had disappeared with their wares. 
Annoyance flared through Endeavor, a frown carving across his lips as he glanced around, trying to spy the offender. The thick crowds yielded no layer-haired punk, toting along a basket of flowers, though.
Just as well, Endeavor decided. They’d looked young. Their little flower antic was likely nothing more than an irritating prank. A small act of rebellion against the less-than-perfect Number One.
With one last cough, Endeavor shook his head and continued along his patrol route.
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Something was wrong.
Something was very wrong. 
What felt like a hot knot of molten lead weighed in Endeavor’s lower stomach and a strange heat had begun suffusing through his body. He was beginning to think he was sick, until he found his eyes wandering. It wasn’t strange happenings or hallucinations or mirages his attention wandered toward. 
It was to the bodies of relatively attractive passerbys. 
An itch he hadn’t felt since he was a teenager crept along his skin. His stomach lurched at the thought, the strange heat simmering hotter under his skin.
Was he fucking horny? 
At first, he tried to ignore the potential revelation. For hours, he continued to assist civilians and thwart minor crime. He posed for a few photos - ignoring how flushed he looked in the snapshots - and signed an autograph to those brave enough to ask. 
When he couldn’t shake his awry libido, Endeavor had to face facts.
For the first time in years, an influx of hormones flooded his system. This was abnormal. He was in his late-40s and, even in his younger years, he had a tight rein on himself and his sex drive.
In fact, this was worse than when he was young. The sensation clawed at his insides, the heat rising in his chest and cheeks. His fingers flexed as he stalked the streets, debating what to do while also doing his job.
He wasn’t sure what made him think of it, but he eventually remembered the flowers. And the punk that had sprayed… whatever it was in his face.
Tension wrought along Endeavor’s shoulders. Had he completely missed a malicious act? But if he was this affected, others with less discipline were going to be more susceptible.
Standing at a busy corner, gaze casting over the crowds of shoppers, Endeavor’s stomach felt leaden. Was a spree of sexual assault about to be the newest wave of crime? All perpetuated thanks to a punk with Endeavor could only presume was a Quirk that involved flower pollen.
His fists tightened at his sides, considering the options. He was compromised. The best course of action was to call in some sidekicks to replace him.
Then he could retreat and… take care of himself, he supposed. Wait out the effects of whatever had been sprayed in his face.
But what if the flower vendor got his sidekicks? No, he should try to scope out the situation before dragging more liabilities in. He was already out here and something told him they were still close. He couldn’t simply discount this was a targeted attack, meant to further ruin his own reputation rather than put others at risk.
Dread bubbled up when he saw her again, in the crowd. She stood just outside a store’s display, looking at a message on her cell phone. Endeavor shifted his passage toward her, without even thinking. 
A small part of him - a part he knew was just making excuses - thought maybe she could help him. Maybe her abilities could pinpoint the offender that had put Endeavor in this position. It was the best excuse he could come up with. “Miss Ono.” 
“Oh, hello again.” Maemi looked up from her phone, smiling politely as she registered who spoke to her. The soft smile faded a little as she realized something was off about Endeavor. His face appeared flushed, his eyes somewhat glazed over. His feelings swirled with some expected emotions and some very uncharacteristic ones. “Are you okay?”
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dreamystrz · 2 years
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Hey guys, sorry for the late post today!
But generally now I don't have much headcanons, I'll just share info about the series until I get another one lol.
I will answer all your questions, you can either dm or comment and I will answer! ONLY QUESTIONS ABOUT LION GUARD OR LION KING (only the first movie, I haven't watched the second one yet so now spoilers!)
For now, I'll just give my opinions on each of the members of the guard-
Kion, to be honest at first I thought he was just a mary sue, typical main character, but no- he has a lot more than just 'main character' energy. From the episode where he trusted Cheezi and Chungu in the pridelands, to accidentally almost killing his mother, to even trusting Jasiri, Kion is quite a good character. He's a fierce, kind, loyal, trusting, and smart character, and those are perfect leader qualities! He is not quite my favorite character, but I see why he might be some of your favorites.
Beshte, oh wow there's a lot for this guy. He's a really sweet and gentle hippo, that has the strength to break down a whole ass tree- his personality is quite the opposite to hippos in real life, but it's nice to see such a caring character in the series. Beshte practically risked his life several times, to save his friends and others he barely knew! He's so sweet and just one of my favorites (and we need to talk about the way he flaps his ears when he's happy 😭😭😭) Also, he has his own form of calling something cool or pog, so yea, definitely my favorite.
Fuli is just- quite a stubborn cheetah, but she does have a sweet and nice side to her when she's not fighting for the pridelands! She does overwork herself a little, but don't we all? She's a very pretty character in my opinion. Fuli also was just so rude to Kion in the first 2 episodes, but she eventually grew to be close friends with him, and we all love a bit of character development!
Ono, do I need to say anything? Honestly, just my favorite character. He's so jumpy, caring, and dedicated to his job, even as just a small bird. He's afraid of bats, but that's fine- In season 3 though, he becomes blind and still helps the guard as much as he can, which makes him my favorite. Literally he has everything I like in a main character, so he will always be my favorite!
Bunga, oh god- he's so chaotic, fun and energetic, I just love his energy and character! Despite him being a honey badger- I still love him. Even when faced with possible death, he's still the same! Gotta love a brave character, and it makes sense why he's the bravest of the guard.
Anyways, that's all I have to say, let me know if you want me to draw any character or give info on others!
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tafeja · 2 years
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It's so annoying when people complain that nonbinary characters get she/her pronouns in russian/polish/spanish/what ever translation. If you complain about translation it's because you probably speak the language, right? Then you should understand that not every language is English, and there are no gender neutral pronouns for people in that language. Like, how do you expect they/them to be translated?
Take for example Russian. There is a gender neutral pronoun "оно" /ono/. However to refer like this to people would be exremely rude, dehumanazing and cofusing for the audience. This pronoun usually refers to inanimate objects. The only example of it refering to an animate object that I can think of is "monster" (чудовище). Unless it is a horror and the character is an entity beyond human comprehension you probably wouldn't want to refer to it with "оно".
Ok, so what about a calque from English? Just refer to a character in third person plural, right? If it works for English language it means it works in every other language equally well, right? No. Stop being so online and go talk with your friends and family in your native language for a change. Or at least go to your local sites. Even if we gloss over the fact that if you'll refer to a character in plural viewers will think either that there are several characters or that this character has some sort of multi-personality disorder. "They" (third person plural) doesn't have a grammatical gender, the same way "I" doesn't either. However adjectives, participles, verbs in past tense all have grammatical gender in singular form. And most nouns have it in both plural and singular. So how would this character talk about themselves? For example the character wants to say something like this:" I (no gender) was (what gender?) young (what gender?)" So the character would also need to talk in plural, refering to themselves as "we". Which, again, would make audience think there are more people than there really are. Or, they might think that the character is royal or at least very arrogant. Because there are circumstances when a single person can talk about themselves "we", and it is when they are royal. It is called "royal we". And if it is not the characterization you are going for it probably would be inappropriate. And remember that nouns have gender even in plural, so you probably would have to use male as a default in this instance (many words for proffesions do not have a feminine gender anyway, and when you talk about men and women you would use masculine words).
So now you'll probably want some sort of neopronouns? If English-speakers can make them up as much as they want then other language can too? No. It is dumb. No one will understand you. And have you forgotten that other words, that are not pronouns, have grammatical gender too? You will need to creat whole new declinations and conjugations for it to work.
And at this point you are left only with "he" and "she". Are you suggesting that you using male as a default is somehow more progressive?
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amjustagirl · 3 years
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when the sun loves the moon: chapter 2 
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chapters: one.~ two.~. three.~ four.~ five.~ six.~ seven.~ eight.~ 
pairing: bokuto koutaro x f! reader  genre: romance, angst, lots of fluff  wc: 3k summary: bokuto loves you. he can’t help but tell the world.
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Akaashi Keiji has never regretted getting a literature degree more because for some reason, it makes Bokuto-san think that it makes him the expert in romancing a woman. 
“I got dumped. Twice.” He reminds his best friend sharply when Bokuto asks him for the nth time how to express one’s feelings for a woman he very much admires. It doesn’t deter his friend from asking whether he should read Ishiguro or Murakami to impress her because ‘she’s so smart, Agaaashiiiii’, even though he does look a little sheepish at bringing up his unfortunate romantic past. 
“She’s not going to judge you if you don’t read highbrow literature. That is, if she’s worth your time”, he says flatly. 
“But then how do I show her I like her?” 
Akaashi stares at his oldest friend. Bokuto’s had crushes before, women he’s dated, but he’s never seen him so serious before. 
“You can ask her out?” he suggests gently, and Bokuto perks up. 
“That’s a good idea”, he cheers, and Akaashi slumps back in his seat, relieved to extricate himself from this topic of conversation. 
To Bokuto’s credit, he does ask you out – repeatedly, in fact. Friday yakiniku dates become a staple of his week (when he isn’t away for competitions, that is), he bugs you about lunch because you have a terrible habit of working so hard you forget to eat, and now you’ve started coming for yoga classes with him which adds a few precious hours to the amount of time he gets to spend with you. It’s good progress, he thinks, but because he’s always been impatient to chase more, he wants to know how to speed up the process.
Kuroo Tetsuro is absolutely useless when he turns to him. 
“Did she stab you with a fork when you tried to steal your food? If she did, that’s true love right there.”
Bokuto cocks his head to the side, confused. “Should I be stealing her food? Seems awfully rude.”
“It also sounds like a recipe for disaster”, Akaashi says into his food as the former middle blocker throws his head back with laughter. 
“Hey – I’ve got a kid on the way. Proof that my methods work!” 
“You scammed that poor woman – I feel sorry for her.”
Tsukishima just sighs into his bowl of rice. “I can’t believe I travelled all the way down to Osaka for this.” 
“You’re here for a match, Tsukki, stop being such a grump, you love us –“ 
Tsukishima just stares at his food as if it’s personally offended him. “I’m really here for the free food, not scintillating conversation about Bokuto-san’s love life” 
The former middle blocker dramatically slaps his head to his chest. “You wound me, you really do – but what else should I have expected from my most ungrateful protege”, he says with a smirk as Tsukishima bristles and protests that he’s NOT his protégé – he must be delusional if he thinks that trading pointers on blocking makes him one. 
Bokuto zones out as the conversation devolves into Kuroo and Tsukishima trading barbs as he slips back into musing about how wonderful you are – smarter than him, with your whip like wit (Ono-san is still smarting from your snide comments), and sweet (you actually think he’s a good man he could melt), and you seem to like him for him – and not because he’s an athlete because you take the time to talk to him, find out who he is outside of a ball-hitting machine and you don’t think he’s stupid -  
 “Wow”, someone comments. “He’s really got it bad this time.”
A warm hand lands on his back. 
“Bokuto-san”, Akaashi says gently. “If you like her so much, why don’t you tell her what you admire about her?”
“That’s a great idea!” Bokuto cheers. 
“Throw in some pretty words like how her eyes are like the moon and I’m sure she’ll fall for you”, Kuroo adds with a gleeful thumbs up. 
Bokuto doesn’t notice Akaashi rolling his eyes, or Tsukishima scoffing because he figures that Kuroo’s married, so he should know about these things, shouldn’t he? But he probably should’ve taken Kuroo’s words with a pinch of salt – or a whole vat of soya sauce because you just look confused when he stumbles into your office and stutters that your eyes look pretty full, like the moon – why did he say that oh help – 
“Is it my contacts?” You frown with concern, digging out a mirror to poke at your eyelids. “Maybe I should wear glasses tomorrow – “ 
“No!” he half shouts. “You’re perfect the way you are.”
You blink. “Thanks, I guess?” 
The moment is interrupted when your phone rings, and you wave apologetically to him that you have to take this call. It’s good timing because he takes the opportunity to flee to the locker room and bash his head against the wall, castigating himself for being so hopeless, for being unable to look you in the eye and speak coherently like a normal person – ugh. 
That’s where Miya Atsumu, Hinata Shoyo and Sakusa Kiyoomi find him, slumped over in despair. 
“What happened – Coach on yer case for doin’ backflips again?” 
Bokuto shakes his head mournfully. Sakusa would’ve been happy to just move along but Miya Atsumu is an interfering idiot who likes to poke his nose where it doesn’t belong (hey, it’s because he needs his spikers in tip top condition, okay, shuddup omi-omi!) and Hinata has a knack of navigating Bokuto’s moods (that’s because Bokuto-san is his very good friend!) so he can’t extricate himself from this troublesome mess. 
Hinata squints at the older man. That’s what Shoyo does, puzzling over a problem until it clicks in his brain. He scans over the evidence. Bokuto-san vacilitating between sheer joy whenever you come into view and despair whenever he has to leave for a game. Bokuto-san, staring so hard at you when you wore a pretty dress that does admittedly show off all your curves until Inuanaki tosses a ball to the back of his head to get his attention. 
A gasp. “Is it ‘cos of her?”
They get the confirmation they’re looking for when Bokuto’s hair droops even further. Sakusa Kiyoomi rolls his eyes. It’s so typical of Bokuto to lose his heart to something so easily. 
“I’ve tried everything!!!” Bokuto almost wails. “But it’s not working – she doesn’t see me that way.”
“You should ask a happily married man for tips” Atsumu puffs up his chest. “Got Kaiyo fallin’ for me so easily – “ 
“You’re one to talk, you nearly got divorced – for good reason, might I add.“ 
Atsumu turns beet red. “She -she loves me, okay – shuddup Omi, you don’t understand - ”
“She’s crazy for staying married to you – “ 
Bokuto cuts in, unusually impatient despite being used to their squabbling. “How – how did you manage to ask Kaiyo out?” 
“I – well.” Atsumu scratches the back of his head a little sheepishly. “I didn’t, actually. I kinda…gave her my jacket cos’ she looked cold and then we bickered and somehow we ended up kissin’ each other and that was that.”
“Romantic”, Omi notes, deadpan. “I still maintain she should’ve left your ass.” 
Atsumu winces. “Shuddup, Omi!” 
Shoyo’s eyebrows scrunch together. “If you like a girl, shouldn’t you just tell her?” But his quiet interjection is unheard as Sakusa snarks back that he doesn’t understand how Atsumu ever managed to land a girl, let alone someone like Kaiyo and Atsumu bawls something completely unintelligible in return.  
Bokuto considers his options. Atsumu’s suggestion is worth a try at least. 
So when he walks you home after your usual yoga and izakaya, he’s bouncing with nervous energy, thrusting his jacket over your shoulders because if he looks at you any longer when you’re wearing tight yoga leggings he will combust and it’s just disrespectful to look at you like that because he’s been brought up by his older sisters to never objectify a woman, but you’re so alluring he can’t help but look – 
“Bo”, your voice breaks his train of thought. “Are you feeling okay today? You’re awfully quiet.”
He looks up and he’s already at the foot of your building. For the first time, he curses his long legs for allowing him to set such a quick pace, for burning through the precious time he has with you. Well, it’s now or never. 
So he puckers his lips, tries to lean down towards your lips and that should do the trick, according to Atsumu – 
“Bo? What’s wrong?” you cup his cheeks with one hand, the other resting against his forehead, effectively thwarting his advances. “You’re acting really strange together”. Then you frown sharply. “And you’re so warm! I think you’re coming down with a fever or the flu – maybe you should see a doctor.”
He’s lovesick. That’s what’s wrong with him. 
He whines when you pull away but backpedals to save some face, muttering something about being completely fine, but you don’t relinquish your grasp on his elbow until you extract a promise from him that he’ll see the team doctor first thing tomorrow before bidding him a worried goodnight. 
He’s going to languish and die from unrequited love at this rate because he’s never going to find anyone as amazing as you are but you clearly don’t feel for him that way, and what else can he do to win your favour?
His despondent mood lasts all the way through practice the next day, his teammates (sans Sakusa) all shooting him worried looks. Meian offers him half his lunch, but Bokuto just droops when he catches sight of the colourful notes his wife leaves him (is he never going to get such happiness and love in his life?!?!!), and Shoyo offers him sympathetic looks and pats on the back (he’s going to just have to cherish the lingering touch of your hand on his skin) and even Atsumu doesn’t chew him out when he misses one ball too many (will anyone be as kind as you are to him???). 
You’re so busy today that you take his daily offering of coffee from him with a quick smile and a wave of your hand as you continue your hushed conversation on the phone, desk overflowing with papers, files stacked taller than you. He has to ignore the impulse to linger by the door to catch just one more second with you because he knows you have a job to do, knows that you’re a hard worker, you’re serious about your job (another thing that he likes so much about you) so he trudges outside, his feet don’t stop until he’s by the road. 
It’s a bad move because that’s when he catches an eyeful of Kaiyo swinging by on her bright motorbike, Atsumu greeting her arrival with a decidedly loud and wet (from the sounds of it) kiss. Despite having a large circle of friends, Bokuto has never felt so lonely. He wants to kiss you like that, unabashed and utterly proud to have you in his arms. He wants, oh gods he wants you so much -   
“What’s wrong, Bokuto?” Kaiyo ventures, when she pushes off her lug of a husband (not in public, ‘Tsumu, you big oaf -  even as he grins and says – yer just playin’ hard to get). 
Atsumu just shakes his head. “His love life ain’t too hot right now.”
“Oh.” Kaiyo says, swinging herself off the bike, coming over to ruffle his hair sympathetically. “D’you wanna talk about it? I find that talking about things helps sometimes.” 
He lets himself be led to a little café across the street, lets Kaiyo order a steaming cup of honey and lemon because she insists he looks under the weather, lets Atsumu sheepishly explain to his wife that yes he did tell him to just kabedon the shit of out the girl he likes and kiss her senseless. 
“You are an idiot, Miya Atsumu”, she says before turning to him. “That didn’t work out for you, I take it?” she questions, and Bokuto shakes his head, no. 
He explains his trials and tribulations. Asking you out for group outings seem to have given you the wrong idea that all he sees you as is a friend, how his tongue betrays him when he tries to stutter through how much he admires you, how he gives you the wrong impression that he’s sick when really, he’s just drunk on you. 
Kaiyo doesn’t laugh at him as he feared, only peers at him intently. “Why don’t you tell her you like her”, she says gently. 
Bokuto blinks. “I’ve been trying to show her”, he points out, but Kaiyo just smiles, pats his hand. 
“Yes, but in this case, show don’t tell doesn’t really apply. Wouldn’t it be easier if you’re just direct with her?” 
“Oh”, he says dumbly, and this time Kaiyo does laugh, a sympathetic sound that isn’t directed at him. 
“Repeat after me, Bo”, she says. “Sentence number one - I like you. Sentence number two - Not just as a friend. And finally, the clincher – sentence number three, please go out with me. Got that?”
He repeats it obediently and she nods, satisfied with her handiwork. “Keep practicing that til you can say it to her face.”
“That’s all?” Bokuto asks, confused. It seems too simple to be true. 
“That’s all”, Kaiyo confirms, and Atsumu nods his head so fast that Bokuto feels a little dizzy for him. His head doesn’t stop pounding until they’re out of the café and Atsumu shouts - “Oh, and roses help too!” waving at him as they zoom past him. 
Actually, that’s not quite true. 
His head doesn’t stop pounding as he spends the whole night staring into the mirror as he practices the words Kaiyo taught him. In fact, his palms are clammy too, the phone sticky as he grips it too tightly while dialing a florist to order a whole bushel of pink roses that he’ll pick up tomorrow, and he hardly gets enough sleep because his heart his racing, his mind swirling while contemplating the likelihood of you saying yes, I like you too, the chance that you’ll turn him down with a polite no, thank you. 
But he gets through practice with anticipation thrumming in his veins, waiting until it’s exactly four thirty before heading down to your office, a bouquet of perfectly pink roses in one hand, your usual order of coffee in the other, hesitating when you call “come in” after he knocks on your door. 
“Bo!” you catch an eyeful of what’s in his arms. “Who’s the bouquet for?” 
 It’s your smile that does him in, really, driving the words that Kaiyo taught him out of his mind. Or perhaps it’s the way you say his name with such fondness that all he can think of is how he wants you to say his name just like that, forever. 
The coffee sloshes dangerously in the cup as he sticks the bouquet in front of him like a sword. 
“For you”, he says simply. 
“For me?” you echo, gathering the blossoms into your arms. “But it’s not my birthday. Is there a special occasion I should know about?”
“No”, he shakes his head, but then stops, because he’s probably confusing you. 
“No”, you say slowly, and damn, he’s definitely confusing you. Tell her, he vaguely remembers Kaiyo saying. So he straightens his back, marshalls his stray thoughts into place. 
“I wanted to ask you something”, he starts, eyes darting all over the place, gaze landing anywhere but you because he’s so nervous he’ll probably see his lunch on the floor if he sees your reaction, and he needs all his courage for this. 
“Fire away”, you reply with a strained laugh, because honestly you’re getting worried from the way he’s behaving, so unlike his usual, cheery self that you’re a split second away from dragging him to see the team doctor again. 
“Would you be mine?” he says in a rush, the weight in his chest lifting because there he’s finally said it – and gods now he just has to wait for your response but at least he’s done it – 
“Be yours?” you repeat. “I…don’t understand.” 
His heart immediately sinks, drops like a dead weight between his feet. “I like you”, he offers lamely, the ghost of his lessons in love resurfacing. “Not just as a friend.” 
“Oh.” 
Finally, finally it seems like you get it. You tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear, glance up at him from beneath your lashes, but you’re silent, and he’s not sure what that means. 
“Do you?” he ventures. “Like me too, I mean?” 
The look you give him is so unsure, so unlike your usual self, and you’re shuffling your feet and biting your lower lip and he’s about to give up hope when you slip your hand into his. 
“How could I not? Not – like you too, I mean”, you whisper, so quietly that he has to lean in closer and he does, helpless to the pull of your gravity, the world turning upside down when the sun chooses to orbit the moon.  
The phone rings, interrupting the moment. 
“I have to get this”, you answer breathlessly, and he nods, equally spellbound. 
“Yeah”, he says, as he turns to leave but then there’s a hand pulling at the back of his shirt and your lips find the corner of his mouth. 
“I’ll see you around”, you say with a shy smile before picking up your call and he nods dumbly, restraining himself from exploding with joy until he’s out of the practice grounds and he can’t help whooping like a mad man, a wild grin on his face. A wave of elation crashes into him, then another, and another. His world spins on its axis (you, you, you), the tides all haywire because the moon has decided to bestow him with a smile. Now he has to plan his first date with you. He whips out his phone, starts to survey his friends on the best way to woo you. 
“Hello? Agaaashiii she said yes now what do I doooooooo?”
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a/n: apologies in advance if there are any errors - am a little loopy from backpain right now, but i hope you still love this chapter!!
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no-reply95 · 3 years
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We know that John wasn’t shy about claiming that Paul’s songs were about him. I think the only Beatle period song that he claimed was “Hey Jude” but I may be wrong. However, we don’t have Paul claiming any of John’s songs as being about him until “Jealous Guy”. I’ve seen the discussions around “In My Life” and I’m fully onboard that train, I think it’s definitely possible that it was written with Paul at least partially in mind. One song that I do think could be an interesting one to look into further is “Nowhere Man”.
I haven’t seen any discussion on Nowhere Man other than to say that it’s a song based on John’s image of himself at the time as a “Nowhere Man” who was stuck in the stockbroker belt outside of London and had reached a stagnant point in his life, which I do think is accurate but there are certain lyrics in the song that always jump out at me:
He's as blind as he can be
Just sees what he wants to see
Nowhere man, can you see me at all
These lyrics made me think of a lot of things. Not long before Rubber Soul, John was in his “Fat Elvis” period, he was struggling with fame, struggling with his body image and struggling with all the expectations on him, maybe he was looking at Paul for help (another potential song directed at him) or for some reassurance that he wasn’t getting? Maybe John felt left behind or that he didn’t matter to Paul since rather than trying to figure out how to help John out of his depression Paul was too busy being the Prince of Swinging London.
There’s also John’s pleas to be seen, for people to look at him and see the real him. There’s obviously songs like “Look At Me” on Plastic Ono Band, there’s “Jealous Guy” on Imagine (“I was trying to catch your eye”) and even in “I Know (I Know)” (“But now my eyes can see”) where it isn’t just a case of being seen but of him now being in a position to see the other person clearly. I feel like even though John and Paul were really close there was a part of themselves they held back from each other, a more vulnerable side that could only ever come out when their walls were down (e.g. when they were both drunk in Key West in 1964 - “the night we cried”) or it would come out as anger (e.g. John making rude comments about Yesterday, Paul walking out of the She Said She Said sessions) but beneath all of that I do think there was a yearning to connect on that even deeper level so it’s not a surprise that in that same period John was pushing Paul to take LSD with him, if they couldn’t connect more intimately in their normal interactions, why not use LSD to break down that barrier.
I do feel like the trauma from the passing of Paul’s mother does generally get short shrift in general Beatles discourse. We have people like Pete Shotton and Hunter Davies expressing how Paul was the hardest one of the Beatles to know, easiest for an outsider but after that he was the hardest of the Beatles to really know on a deeper level. I don’t think that’s because there was/is nothing to Paul or because he was fake I think it all goes back to Mike’s account of his reaction to their mother’s death - Paul put a shell around himself and didn’t want people getting in on his life and would just play the guitar over and over by himself, that was what he could let in, his guitar and nothing else. I do think all the Beatles tried to break Paul’s barriers down and that was a major reason why it hurt that Paul was happy to stay in London, why it hurt that Paul was happy not to take LSD because, maybe to them and to John especially, it felt like a rejection, despite everything they’d been through together Paul was still unwilling to fully let them in.
For Paul’s part, I do think he recognised, maybe moreso once the band had broken up, that he should have been more open about his feelings, he should have let John see him, every part of him but especially his vulnerability. You have “Let Me Roll It” from Band on the Run (“I can’t tell you how I feel”) and post John’s death you have “This One” from Flowers in the Dirt, I’m just gonna pull the whole first verse because it’s a lot:
Did I ever take you in my arms,
Look you in the eye, tell you that I do,
Did I ever open up my heart
And let you look inside
Again we’re back to the theme of seeing someone, truly seeing them and letting them see all of you. It feels like there was a yearning both to be seen (from John) and to let themselves be seen (Paul). Maybe that clash is key in understanding how the break up and it’s aftermath played out, especially for John and Paul.
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nightmare-castle · 3 years
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Who is Pyre? You mentioned them in your height descriptions for Nightmare.
“WHY HELLO THERE! ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE MYSELF! I AM PAPYRUS - THE ONE REFERRED TO AS 'PYRE' BY SOME! MY GOOD FRIEND NOVELLA HAS ASKED ME TO FILL OUT THIS SHORT QUESTIONNAIRE FOR MY ADORING FANS, SUCH AS YOU, DEAR ANON! SO PLEASE ENJOY MY SOULFELT ANSWERS BELOW!”
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Tell us a little bit about yourself - hobbies, dreams, likes/dislikes, etc.
HOBBIES - WHERE TO BEGIN?! I ENJOY DOING SO MANY THINGS AND I'M USUALLY VERY BUSY DOING THEM! BUT I SUPPOSE I SHOULD PICK SOME, SO HERE ARE A FEW:
COOKING, OF COURSE! I'VE EVEN TAKEN FORMAL CLASSES AND I'M RATHER GOOD AT IT NOW, IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF! I ALSO GREATLY ENJOY SHOPPING FOR INGREDIENTS AND EXPLORING NEW WORLDS TO FIND RARE CULINARY TREASURES!
TABLETOP GAMING! BOARD AND CARD GAMES OF ALL KINDS ARE ALWAYS ENJOYABLE, AND I AM IN CHARGE OF ORGANIZING OUR WEEKLY GAME NIGHT! WE USUALLY PLAY ‘ONO! IF EPIC COMES TO VISIT OR RISK WHEN NIGHTMARE JOINS IN - BUT MONOPOLY IS ABSOLUTELY FORBIDDEN! IT SEEMS NOBODY CAN KEEP THEIR TEMPERS IN CHECK WITH THAT GAME! AND SOMEDAY I HOPE TO RUN MY OWN HOMEBREW D&D CAMPAIGN!
I’M A VORACIOUS READER! I ESPECIALLY ENJOY SHONEN MANGA AND FANTASY FICTION! I PARTICIPATE IN QUITE A FEW FANDOMS, BUT I DO HAVE MY PERSONAL FAVORITES! PERHAPS IF WE BECOME CLOSE FRIENDS I MAY LET YOU READ SOME OF MY EXCELLENT FANFICTIONS, NYEH HEH!
( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)~✧
MY DREAMS? HONESTLY, I AM LIVING ONE OF THEM RIGHT NOW! SANS AND I HAVE BEEN GIVEN A NEW LEASE ON LIFE AND WE’RE GOING TO LIVE THIS SECOND CHANCE TO THE FULLEST!
HMM, LIKES AND DISLIKES…I DON’T ALLOW MYSELF TO FOCUS ON THE NEGATIVES, BUT I SUPPOSE IT'S COMMON KNOWLEDGE THAT I DON’T APPRECIATE MESSINESS! CLEAN UP YOUR OWN FILTHY MESS BECAUSE I WON’T DO IT FOR YOU! AND LET’S SEE, SOMETHING ELSE I LIKE - AH, I ADORE PASTRIES! BOTH CREATING AND EATING THEM! SWEET OR SAVORY! I'VE BEEN TOLD NUMEROUS TIMES THAT MY CINNABUNNIES ARE THE BEST IN ALL THE MULTIVERSE!
How did you get the nickname ‘Pyre’?
THAT’S A FUNNY STORY, ACTUALLY! WHEN WE FIRST ARRIVED HERE AT THE CASTLE, I WAS ABSOLUTELY STUNNED BY THE AMAZING KITCHEN AND IMMEDIATELY SET TO WORK TRAINING TO BECOME WORTHY OF THE TITLE ROYAL HEAD CHEF! HOWEVER I DID NOT HAVE MUCH EXPERIENCE WITH COOKING ANYTHING OTHER THAN SPAGHETTI SAUCE AND VARIOUS FORMS OF SNOW PREPARATION…SO! MY FIRST FEW SERIOUS TRIES AT PERFECTING THE CULINARY ARTS SADLY ENDED IN DISASTER! IT WAS THE EVENING I ATTEMPTED TO ROAST A WHOLE TURKEY WHICH EARNED ME THAT MONIKER - THE ENTIRE THING WENT UP IN FLAMES AND KILLER SAID IT WAS LIKE A 'FUNERAL PYRE' FOR THE UNLUCKY BIRD!!! WHO KNEW TURKEY COULD BURN DOWN TO ASHES SO QUICKLY WHEN ROASTED AT 750F?! SINCE THEN THE NICKNAME HAS UNFORTUNATELY STUCK, DESPITE THE FACT THAT I AM NOW A RATHER EXCELLENT CHEF! I HAVEN'T SCORCHED A SINGLE THING IN MONTHS!
How’s life at the castle these days?
LIFE IS RATHER GOOD, ACTUALLY! THE BOYS TEND TO HAVE THEIR QUARRELS, OF COURSE, AND WE GET THE OCCASIONAL VISITOR FROM ANOTHER WORLD WHICH IS ALWAYS EXCITING! SANS IS DOING A BIT BETTER LATELY AS WELL! THE OTHER DAY HE ACTUALLY REMEMBERED TO WASH HIS HANDS AND FACE AFTER HUNTING - WITHOUT ME HAVING TO REMIND HIM TEN TIMES! I WAS SO PROUD!
OH! SOME INTERESTING NEWS: WE RECENTLY ACQUIRED A NEW FAMILY MEMBER! KILLER CALLS HIM DUSTY AND NIGHTMARE ADDRESSES HIM AS DUST AT DINNER, BUT I’M NOT SURE HE APPRECIATES BEING CALLED THAT...HE ALWAYS LOOKS SO SAD, AND HE HARDLY EVER TOUCHES HIS FOOD. HONESTLY, I FEEL QUITE BAD FOR HIM…AND MAD AT KILLER! WHAT IS IT WITH THAT JOKER AND GIVING PEOPLE RUDE NICKNAMES?! I’M TEMPTED TO GIVE HIM A STERN LECTURE ON THE SUBJECT SINCE NIGHTMARE JUST LETS HIM DO AS HE PLEASES WITHOUT CONSEQUENCE! HE PRACTICALLY GETS AWAY WITH MURDER! I SWEAR TO MERCY, CROSS AND I ARE THE ONLY TWO MONSTERS IN THIS HOUSEHOLD WITH ANY REAL SENSE OF MANNERS AND DECENCY!
ANYWAY, THANK YOU FOR TAKING THE TIME TO READ THROUGH THIS, MY WONDERFUL FUTURE BEST FRIENDS! PERHAPS YOU COULD COME VISIT US HERE AT THE CASTLE SOMETIME SOON! UNTIL THEN, AU REVOIR AND HAVE A RADTASTIC DAY!
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pinoyrella · 3 years
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“A Love So Beautiful” Chapter 8
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Chapter 8: “Happy Birthday!”
FT: Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Hinata Shoyo, Kageyama Tobio, Yachi Hitoka + Y/n’s Parents + Coach Ukai + Takeda-Sensei
TW: Mild Language
Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst, Coming of Age + Slow Burn
- Fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff! And angst/drama :00000 in this chapter!
WORD COUNT: 9,000+
“A LOVE SO BEAUTIFUL” Masterlist 🌸
A/N: hiii hiii 💖!! happy one month anniversary for the start of this series 🎉! i think it was feb 15 when i posted it, and now its march 15!!! time rlly flies so fast omg, we’re already 8 chapters in :,000
- i also had so much fun researching about Miyagi’s Museum of Art for this chapter! i hope to go someday!!
- AGSKJ OKAY OKAY- anyways i hope you enjoy i love you!!! 🥺💞
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“I can’t believe we had another quiz today!” You whine, a single hand gripped onto the strap of your bag, as the other hangs loosely. You walk in front of Yamaguchi and Tsukishima, heading towards the school gates.
“It wasn’t even that hard” Tsukishima says bluntly, keeping his eyes focused on the pavement.
“Easy for you to say! Tell me Tsukki, what’s the lowest grade you’ve ever received?” You hault, turning abruptly to face the blonde male.
He looks down at you before smirking. “My lowest?” Yamaguchi lets out a low chuckle, enjoying the company of his two best friends.
“My point exactly! Mr. Smarty-pants, you have no say in what is hard or not!” You bring your arms up, crossing them as you begin your pace. “I’m just glad we have Friday off, and the entire of next week! Thank god for break.” You sigh as the three of you make it to the school gates, you turn to your two friends before bidding a farewell.
“Here’s my stop, thanks again for walking me out, now go hit some volleyballs! Hurry, you guys are going to be late!” You wave, making your way down the pavement towards the bike racks.
As you turn the corner, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima set foot, making their way to the gym for volleyball practice.
“Ah! Tsukki” Yamaguchi calls to his friend. “Y/n’s birthday is coming soon, do you have any plans?” He asks. The blonde takes a moment to think before replying, “Mmm… not really”. “Huh?” Yamaguchi hops in front of his friend, stopping him in his tracks. “What do you mean not really?” “Not really as in, I don’t really have anything big planned.” Tsukishima says, as he moves past his friend towards the gym.
Yamaguchi lets out a sigh before following. The two continuing their pace to the gym, only to find Takeda-sensei as they round the corner.
“Oh, Sensei!” Yamaguchi greets, rushing over with Tsukishima. “Yamaguchi-kun, Tsukishima-kun, just in time I have some very big news to share! Especially for you and Kageyama-kun. Hurry, in we go, in we go!” Takeda-sensei announces, pushing the two boys inside. 
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“I’m home!” You call out as you slip into your bunny slippers. Just as you enter your room, you hang your bag against your rack before changing into your pajamas. You sit at your desk, opening your pencil case and taking out the slip of paper with the confession.
‘I’m in love with Y/n’
You reread and stare at the written confession before bringing your palms up, screaming into your hands.
“Oh my god”
You say quietly to yourself, setting your hands on top of your desk. And with a deep breathe, you plan to ask the other’s what their scripts said, praying the script between your fingers is Tsukishima’s.
- The following day, you make your way into class.
“Good morning my dear friends!” You greet out loud, only to notice Yamaguchi in your seat, huddled closely to Yachi, as Hinata perches over his desk.
You wander over, confused before Yamaguchi notices you, pulling away, the other two following as they glance up to you. Yamaguchi immediately stands from your seat, holding your chair out for you.
Tsukishima, at his desk, turns his head from his notebook to peek at his friends, thinking about how suspicious and obvious the three’s “subtle” behavior is.
“G-good morning Y/n!” He stutters before walking away to his seat besides Tsukishima.
You blink in confusion at your friend’s weird behavior, before turning your attention to your desk’s surface. “How did you guys think you did on the quiz?” You ask curious, taking your notebook and textbook out, setting in on top of your desk.
There is only silence before you realize Yachi and Hinata whispering to one another, they didn’t even hear you ask the question. A bit hurt, you call out to them, only for them to respond back with a jump in surprise.
“Y-y/n! Hi!” Yachi greets as she fiddles with her fingers. You stare at her before turning to Hinata. Hinata sits upright, avoiding eye contact with you as he gulps.
Before you can question what was up with their very odd behavior, Kageyama along with Ono-sensei makes their way in, greeting the class and beginning the instructions. In the middle of the lecture, you find the script in your pencil pouch, remembering your plan the night before. Once break begins, you’re sure to begin asking what script they got.
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As the bell rings, you quickly close your notebook, immediately turning to your side only to see Yachi, Hinata and Yamaguchi run out together. Letting out a sigh, you turn behind you, but you end up finding Kageyama asleep, his head down to his desk. Not wanting to disturb his rest, you reach for your bag, pulling out your coin pouch.
As you turn to get out of your seat, a tall figure shadows over you, slowly looking up you realize it's just Tsukishima. You stare at him before he speaks,
“What? Let’s go” He begins walking towards the entrance, and you follow after him. Making your way to the vending machine together.
“Don’t you think Yachi, Hinata and Yamaguchi have been acting weird all morning?” You ask, keeping your eyes on the road.
Tsukishima stills, staying silent recalling the day before in the gym.
Yamaguchi and Hinata stand besides Yachi as they watch their teammates practice from afar.
“Watching everyone practice so hard makes me a bit nervous for Nationals” Yamaguchi admits, taking a sip from his water bottle.
“We’re gonna play against powerful teams! I’m so excited!” Hinata says as he rubs his neck towel around his forehead.
“And you guys have another practice match next week...” Yachi sighs, feeling exhausted for the boys just by remembering. “Yeah! I can’t wait to see Aone-san!” Hinata cheers, remembering his gentle giant of a senior. “I wonder if Asahi-san is still... worried about him.” Yamaguchi scratches his cheek lightly.
“What are you guys doing just standing there?” Tsukishima makes his way over to his three friends. Just as he settles, standing beside the three, a memory pops into Yamaguchi’s mind.
“Ah! Y/n’s birthday is this Friday!” “Oh! You’re right!” Hinata exclaims. “Have you guys planned anything for her?” Yamaguchi turns to his friends, sparkles emitting from his eyes. The two go silent, before Yamaguchi cries. “You’re kidding! I had hopes that at least you two had something prepared!” Tsukishima watches as Yamaguchi breaks down in front of the two.
“Oh!” Hinata exclaims. “Don’t worry, we can leave it all to Kageyama, I’m sure he’s got us covered” Tsukishima rolls his eyes to the name of the setter.
“What?” Kageyama asks, making his way over to his four friends, bringing the towel in his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
“Kageyama, do you have anything planned for Y/n’s birthday?” Yamaguchi asks, Kageyama stares at him before looking away, mumbling. “Uh… Yeah”
“You lie!” Hinata accuses before Kageyama takes the towel hanging around his neck, flinging it at the boy. “SHUT UP!”
“Should we throw a small get-together?” Yachi asks, the attention of the four turning to her.
“Yachi-san that’s a great idea!” Yamaguchi compliments. “Oh like a surprise party?” Hinata asks as Tsukishima joins. “There’s no way you’re going to be able to keep your mouth shut” “Stingyshima...” Kageyama looks down before looking up at the blonde, agreeing with him. “He’s right” “KAGEYAMA! Wanna bet?!” Hinata glares before Kageyama gives the shorter boy a smirk. “Three curry buns” “DEAL!”
“HEY!” The four boys jolt, before turning their heads to face Coach Ukai. “First-years, stop standing around and get over here!” Yachi watches the four run off, a small smile spreading her face.
“ki.... Tsukki!” Tsukishima is brought back to reality before looking to you. You huff before you continue to walk. “I feel like I’m being ignored, even by you” You state, as you both stand in front of the vending machine.
Before you can open your coin pouch, Tsukishima slides money into the vending machine.
“Tsukki! How rude, I was just about to-” He takes your wrist, bringing your finger to push the button for the strawberry milk. Your eyes widen as he bends to pick up the now dispense drink. Poking the straw in before standing back up, handing it to you. “You’re overthinking” He says before walking back to class.
You bring the straw up to your lips, a smile turning before you run after him. “Tsukki!”
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After school you make your way to the bike lot, stopping as you notice Yachi and Hinata not too far away.
“Yachi! Hinata!” You call out to them. The two visibly tense up before turning around to greet you. “Yachi-san, I’m going to go ahead to the gym!” Hinata says before running off, leaving Yachi with you. ‘That was so close!’ He thinks, hoping you didn’t hear what the two were discussing.
You watch Hinata’s figure get smaller as he moves farther away down the hall. “Hinata’s been acting very strange recently…” You say before turning to look at Yachi. “U-uh, yeah!” She replies, obviously flustered.
Not wanting to invade on what their conversation was about, you two begin walking together towards the bike racks, Yachi still seeming a bit off.
“Yachi?” You ask her, before she turns to you. “Yeah-” You quickly lean closer to her, she gulps as you continue to stare into her eyes, not blinking. “Yachi…” “Y-yeah Y/n?” She stutters.
“What script did you get?” You ask, she blinks as you pull away. “Eh? Ah! The one from Hinata’s game!” Recalling, she immediately pulls her backpack to the front of her, unzipping the smaller compartment as she takes out a slip of paper, handing it to you.
You take it excitedly, bringing it up to your eyes.
‘I’m insecure about my freckles’ it reads.
You look at her as she looks back to you, both understanding what the other is thinking. There’s only one freckled boy in your friend group, ‘It’s Yamaguchi’s.’
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Arriving home, you sigh as you drop to your bed. You were only able to get to one of your five friends. “Tomorrow for sure!” You assure yourself, before preparing your workplace to study.
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The following day, you have woken up extra early unintentionally. Making your way downstairs to bid you parents farewell, you are met with silence and a kitchen note on the dining table. Your parents have gone out for groceries, leaving you cash to buy breakfast on the way to school.
Deciding to stop by Coach Ukai’s, in the shop you hear a familiar voice. “Thanks Coach!” Hinata thanks. Just as he was going to walk out, you called out to him.
“Hinata!” He turns to greet you good morning, waiting for you to pay for your purchase before the two of you head to school together.
“You should have seen what happened at practice two days ago! Kageyama and Tsukishima were so mean!” He rambles complaining of the two taller boys as you listen. “Kageyama even made a bet because he thought I couldn’t-” He stops himself immediately, you turn in confusion to see Hinata shoving the freshly baked bun he had bought into his mouth. “H-Hinata?!” You question him in surprise, immediately taking your water bottle out handing it to him.
He quickly chews and swallows before accepting your water bottle, taking a sip. You watch him in worry. “Why did you do that?” You question as he hands your water bottle back. “N-no reason!” The two of you continue your pace, reaching the school gates.
As you walk through the gates, you remember your question.
“Oh! Shoyo!” You whisper harshly, grabbing his attention. He turns to you before replying in the same manner. “Yeah?!” “What script did you get?” You ask him. “Oh! I think I got Yachi’s” He says a little too loudly.
“Really? What did it say?” He grabs the slip from his bag, handing it to you before replying. “It said that boy’s over 6 feet scare me.” You stare at the script, then at him before letting out a chuckle of how adorable your blonde baby is, it’s definitely hers.
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Walking into class, you notice Kageyama asleep at his desk again.
‘He’s been sleeping a lot recently, I wonder if practice really got to him.’ You think before sitting in your seat in front of him.
At your desk, you sit thinking quietly to yourself. ‘Hinata, Yachi…’ “Good morning!” You hear a cheerful voice greet, bringing your eyes up immediately meeting with Yamaguchi’s across the room.
“Guchi!” You call out, motioning your palm for him to come over. He drops his bag at his desk before making his way to you with a smile. “Hey Y/n! What’s up?” You ask for him to come even closer, he leans his ear towards you.
“What script did you get?” It takes him a moment to process your words, he scratches his cheek shyly before standing upright and crossing his arms. “Y/n… Wasn’t the point of the game to keep the confession a secret?” The boy says, beginning to sound a little too much like Tsukishima.
“Guchi!” You cry bringing your head down to your desk, before looking back up to stare at him. An almost hostile stare, you hear the boy gulp. “Listen! For educational purposes, I would like to know, so please?” You plead, as your gaze softens, giving him a familiar puppy eyed look.
He sighs before giving a soft smile. Making his way back to his bag, he fetches his wallet, taking the slip out and walking back to you, handing the slip over. You take it excitedly, bringing it up to your eyes to read it.
The handwriting is illegible.
You turn the slip back around, having it face Yamaguchi. “Can you read that?” “Nope” You both blink before bursting into laughter. “I think it’s either Hinata’s or Kageyama’s” He theorizes as you hand the slip back. “Hmm, good thinking”
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“I’m home!” You call out, dropping your school bag to the side. “Ah! Y/n!” Your dad calls from the kitchen. “Yeah?” You respond as your dad runs to you. “We-” “You” Your mom corrects your dad, obviously in a bad mood. “I forgot to grab milk when we went grocery shopping, can you please head to the nearest store and buy some?” He whispers, begging for your help.
Your mom walks out the kitchen with a butcher knife in hand. Glaring at your dad before turning to you, her demeanor immediately changing. “Can you also pick up a bottle of soy sauce, love? We’re out” “Sure!” “Oh! So it’s okay for you to forget something, but I get in trouble for not getting the milk?” Your dad points out as your mom turns her attention back to him, immediately shutting him up.
Your dad turns to you, handing his wallet. “Please hurry! This woman’s crazy!” He begs, whispering the last part. You laugh at your dad’s behavior before walking out. “I’m heading out!”
Making your way up the hill to Coach Ukai’s shop, you immediately head towards the glass fridges, grabbing a carton of milk. Turning the corner, you quickly grab the bottle of soy sauce before heading to the cashier.
“This is all please” You say not looking up as you take money from your dad’s wallet. Placing the money onto the tray, you glance up only to meet Kageyama’s eyes.
“T-Tobio?! What are you doing- You work here?” You look at him in shock. He looks away in embarrassment. “Yeah…” You hear him reply as he scans your items, refusing eye contact. “Since when?! Aren’t you busy with preparing for nationals- you should be at practice! Does Coach Ukai know you’re here?!” You ramble as he bags your items. “S-since two weeks… And yes he knows… I’m only working until the end of today, for extra allowance” He admits, handing you your items and the tray containing change.
“Oh! Well in that case... keep working hard Tobio!” You give him a warm smile before taking your items and change.
Right as you were about to walk out, you turn and run up to him once again.
“Tobio!” He immediately shuts the cashier with a loud slam in surprise. “Tobio, what did your script say?” You ask him. Kageyama stands there, his brain short circuits before stuttering out a response. “U-uh” He turns his head away, his gaze immediately falling on the revolving heater filled with curry buns, just besides the cashier. “I-I’m in love with curry buns!” He blurts out.
You blink as his answer processes in your head. ‘So it is Tsukki’s!’ Your face slowly turns red, thanking Kageyama quickly as you run out the entrance.
Giving a final wave to him, you walk out of the doors, completely missing the warm smile he gave you as you walked away.
“I’m home~” You call out, slipping your shoes off and skipping into the kitchen. “I’ve brought your requests~!” You say happily, removing the plastic bag containing the two items and gently handing them to your parents before skipping up the stairs.
Your parents watch in confusion before looking at each other.
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Lightly shutting the door close to your room, you make your way to your desk, looking out your window to find Tsukishima studying. Just as he was about to look up, you immediately take your curtains and shut the blinds before crouching.
Tsukishima on his end, rolls his eyes and scoffs with a smile as he focuses back onto his studies.
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Happy Fridays, Happy Birthdays.
“Y/n~” You wake up to the sound of someone familiar calling out to you. “Yeah?” “Happy birthday!” You sit up seeing your parents are seated to the side of your bed. Your dad is holding a muffin in hand with a candle lit above as your mom hands you a wrapped present. You smile, blowing the candle as you set the present to the side.
“Our baby’s almost an adult! Can you believe that?” Your dad wipes a fake tear from his eye, your mom slaps his arm for being silly.
“Come, come! Get dressed and hurry downstairs.” Your mom says before dragging your dad out of your room.
You smile happily, grateful for your parents before getting dressed.
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Making your way downstairs, your mom calls for you from the living room.
“Ah! Love, I hate to make you do favors on your birthday, but can you please take this to Kei-kun?” She hands you a cute envelope. You take it from her, flipping the envelope around, admiring how cute and frilly it is.
Growing impatient your mom huffs, “Don’t waste time staring at it! Go!” She pushes you out the door and you watch confused as the door shuts. Shrugging your mom’s behavior off, you make your way next door to Tsukishima's.
Ringing the bell, there is no reply. Knocking on the door, there is no reply. “Tsukki!” You call out. Tapping the envelope to your palm, you wait patiently before twisting the doorknob, noticing it is once again open. ‘He’s gotta start locking his door, what if I was a robber.’ You think to yourself. “I’m coming in!” You call out, twisting the door and making your way in.
Slipping your shoes off, you notice the lights are off. “Tsukki?” You call out again, stepping up from the entryway. “Tsukki?” Just as you make your way past the hall, you hear shuffling coming from the dining room. “Tsukki! My mom gave me this letter to-” As you walk in the dining room, the lights turn on immediately, confetti is popped into the air.
“Surprise!” Your friends cheer in sync. You still in surprise, beginning to tear up as you make your way over to them, noticing the party hats adorn to the top of their heads, and the dining room decorated in cute banners and balloons.
“Wha-” “Y/n!” Hinata tackles you into a hug.“Are you surprised?” Kageyama yanks Hinata off you, muttering out a “stupid” to the boy. “Happy birthday Y/n!” Yachi pulls you into a warm hug, taking your hand and leading you closer to the dining table, before heading off into the kitchen, with Hinata and Kageyama.
“Happy birthday my dear long time best, best, best, best friend!” Yamaguchi greets, squeezing you into a hug as Tsukishima scoffs. “Yamaguchi, help! KAGEYAMA-” Hinata calls from Tsukishima’s kitchen. “Coming!” Yamaguchi pulls away, heading towards his friends’ cry for help, leaving you alone with Tsukishima.
You both watch as your freckled friend leaves the room.
“So this is why they were acting weird?” You chuckle, looking up to the taller man. Tsukishima brings his hand to squeeze your cheek. “Told you you were overthinking” Blush spreads across your cheeks as you continue your gaze on him, and his on yours.
“Hap-” “Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!” Tsukishima is interrupted as your four friends run back into the dining hall, Yamaguchi with a match that’s lit. “Hurry before it goes out!” “Shut up Hinata, it's not going to go out!” “Stop it you two!” Yachi scolds Hinata and Kageyama as Yamaguchi lights the candles, before blowing the match out.
You laugh before turning your attention to the cake, your eyes illuminating with the fire’s flames. Tsukishima watches you in awe, as another smile makes its way across your face.
“3… 2… 1!” Yamaguchi counts down as the four begin singing. You look up, smiling to your friends before turning your gaze to Tsukishima, who you found beginning to sing along as well. Your smile grows wider as the song ends, blowing the candles out.
“Let me get a slice!” “Be patient!” “Oh, remove the candle before the wax melts onto the frosting!” “Make way, I have plates coming through!” “Ah, let me get the spoons!” “Where’s the cake cutter?” You watch as your friends scramble around before you remember the letter in hand your mom had asked for you to deliver to Tsukishima.
“Ah, Tsukki!” He turns his head to you. “My mom wanted me to give you this envelope” He blinks before replying. “No thanks” “What? But my mom-” “Open it” He instructs. You follow his orders, tearing the top of the cute envelope, opening it to reveal a slip of paper with a poorly drawn frog on it. “What?!” “It was a decoy to get you to come over, pipsqueak.” He says as he turns his attention back to your friends entering the room.
“Let me cut it!” Hinata says, running after Yachi. “No, don’t let Hinata cut the cake!” Yamaguchi yells over. Yachi shakes Hinata off her tail before digging the knife into the cake, cutting the first slice and bringing it over to you. “For you~!” You take it happily.
Just as Yachi finishes serving everyone a slice of cake, the six of you sit at the dining table, chatting away.
“Y/n!” Hinata beams, as you turn your attention to him. “Takeda-sensei came into the gym a few days ago with big news! Though… just for Kageyama and Tsukishima.” He grumbles out the last part. “Oh yeah! Tsukki got invited to Miyagi’s Prefectural Mock Youth Camp tomorrow!” Yamaguchi joins in. “Shut up, Yamaguchi.” Tsukishima lets out lowly before taking another bite from the slice of cake.
“And Kageyama-kun” All eyes turn to the setter. “He got asked to join the All-Japan Youth Training Camp!” “Also tomorrow.” Hinata mumbles as you drop your spoon to your plate. “Japan?!” You scream in surprise. “Yeah! Youth as in the national representatives for Japan under the age of 19!” Yachi lets out before you jump from your seat, making your way towards your two friends to congratulate them. 
“That’s so cool!” You squeeze Kageyama as he begins to blush. “Remember me when you’re famous, alright?” You joke before turning to Tsukishima, diving in for a hug. “My friends are so cool with their volleyball club!” You cheer, very happy for your friends. “Let me know if you need another manager!” You joke as your friends fall into a fit of laughter. Though, it wouldn’t be a bad idea.
You feel very fortunate to spend the morning of your 17th birthday with the friends you love unconditionally.
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As afternoon comes close, Yachi along with Yamaguchi are the first to leave.
Tsukishima excuses himself to the “bathroom” as you walk towards Tsukishima’s entrance with your friends, seeing Yachi and Yamaguchi out first.
“Ah! Y/n, before I leave I have a present for you!” She reaches into her purse, pulling out a cutely wrapped bag, handing it to you. “It’s not much, but I hope you enjoy it! I love you so much!” She gives you a final hug as Yamaguchi sees her out.
“Y/n I’ll drop your gift off later!” Yamaguchi waves as the two walk out.
Kageyama in the distance stills, patting himself, checking every pocket he had from his jacket, to his sweats.
“Oh! The present! Y/n! This is from me” Hinata makes his way over handing you a paper bag. “Don’t open it now though! Wait until later! Happy birthday again, I’ll see you later!” He runs out the door, before stopping to turn around. “Kageyama! Let’s go get my curry buns! Get me that employee discount too!”
Kageyama looks up to you, you notice his off state. “Tobio, you okay?” You ask as he looks away. “I… I forgot your present at home. I’m so sorry.” He bows his head slightly as you stop him. “Tobio! Don’t be sorry” You reassure, your hands cup his jaw, bringing his gaze back up. He looks so sad.
“You didn’t even need to get me a present, you being here with me on my birthday is enough!” You say, trying to make him feel better as he pulls you into a hug. “Oomf!” “I’ll come by and drop it off later too” He pulls away as you wave to him.
Shutting the door you turn making your way back towards the dining room. A smile spreading across your face once more of the scene.
Not noticing the feeling of someone behind, a weight leaning closer to your left ear. “Boo.” A voice says lowly, and very bluntly, their breath tickling you.
“AH!” You jump startled, turning around, your back meeting the dining table as you hold onto the edge. Looking up to meet your gaze to Tsukishima. “Tsukki!!! Stop! Don’t scare me like that!” You rest your hand to your chest as he leans down closer to you. “I literally just said ‘boo’-” “STILL!” You cross your arms, turning yourself away from him, missing his tiny smile.
“Y/n” He calls out, pulling an envelope from his back and hitting you lightly on the head with it.
You turn back to him, looking up and grabbing whatever he had lightly tapped on you.
A cute envelope, similar to the one your mom had given you to deliver to Tsukishima, the “decoy”.
Bringing it down from your eyes just a bit, you hide your gaze from Tsukishima. Tsukishima sees your eyes peeking through the envelope before sighing. “What the hell are you doing?” “It’s another one of your tricks!” You snap back. “It’s not” “Oh yeah?” “Just open it” “You said that the last time!” “Y/n” He calls demandingly, leaning towards you, his gaze not leaving yours.
You freeze as his face comes closer to yours, feeling heat spread across your cheeks, his lips just a few inches away from yours. “Open it.” Leaves his lips, you feel his breath on yours. You jump, pushing him away lightly. “Okay! Okay!” You muster out, taking a deep breath before slowly unsealing the envelope.
You reach your fingers in, feeling a thin paper like texture. Turning your eyes back up to him, you notice him looking at you. Quirking your eyebrow, he rolls his eyes. You turn your attention back to the envelope, slowly removing whatever was cased inside.
Pulling out the paper, you bring it above the envelope, reading whatever was on it.
Your eyes widen as you read and realize what it is.
“Tsukki!” You cry, jumping right into him. He catches you, looking down as you look up. “Are these… are these- really?!” His heart skips a beat, listening to your shocked excitement. “Tickets to Miyagi’s Museum of Art? No.” “TSUKKI!” You muffle your head into his chest, muttering a ‘thank you’.
“Come again?” He teases as you pull away. “Thank you!!!” You scream, about to dive in for another hug before he extends his palm to rest at your forehead, stopping you, causing you to flail around as you try to reach him. “Tsukki!!!” You whine as he lets out a low laugh.
You stop, and he drops his hand down. The two of you stare at each other before he turns around, making his way out of the dining room. “Wh- Where are you going?” You ask, following after him. “To get ready” “To get ready?” He turns, grabbing the tickets from your hands, revealing two. He brings them up to your eye level, “The exhibit starts in 2 hours.” He says pointing to the reservation time on the ticket. You beam in excitement, immediately running to the entrance door. “Okay! I’ll get ready too!” You yell before running out, leaving him with your tickets, which was probably the best move.
Tsukishima watches as you run out his gate, making your way to yours next door. A small laugh leaving his lips before he takes his leave to his room.
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“You have reached Kawauchi Station” The speaker announces.
You step off the subway with Tsukishima besides you, making your way to north exit 1.
Walking down the street, you look around your surroundings, the beautiful city of Sendai. Tsukishima watches you in awe as your eyes look from left to right, up and down, sparkling in excitement.
Just then you gasp suddenly, quickly taking hold of his hand, surprising him, as you drag him with you to the front of the Museum.
“We’re here!” You beam, your hands still intertwined with Tsukishima’s. Tsukishima looks at you from the corner of his eyes, enjoying the warmth of your hand, squeezing it slightly before you let go. “Come on Kei, let’s go!” You turn to him before running towards the entrance.
Tsukishima hands the tickets to the receptionist as she extends a guidebook to you two. “I hope you and your girlfriend enjoy the museum.” She wishes. “Ah! He’s not my-” “Thank you very much” He takes the guidebook before walking away. You turn, a smile leaving your face as you follow after him.
Making your way into the entrance hall, your excitement bubbles as you see the big staircase leading to the galleries. You run past Tsukishima, taking a few steps up the stairs before turning down to him.
It’s as if time has slowed down, Tsukishima’s eyes grow wider at the sight of you twirling to face him. The way your hair swayed slowly along with your dress, the shine sparkling in your eyes, your lashes fluttering in excitement, the warm and beautiful glowing smile that always leaves him breathless.
“Kei!” He snaps out of his trance, walking closer. “Last one to the exhibit hall is a stinkyshima!” You laugh, before turning, beginning your pace up the stairs. Tsukishima is left shocked, before letting out a chuckle, immediately using the power of his long legs to reach the top of the stairs.
You both huff when you reach the top of the staircase. “Not fair!” “You had a head start” “But you have long legs! And you’re athletic!” You whine, he ruffles your head before taking your hand. “Come on, let’s go” He says, leading you into the exhibit hall together. Leaving you both, neither a stinkyshima.
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“Tsukki look!” You make your way over to a familiar portrait you have studied. “This is the Portrait of Sanada Hisakichi! It’s an oil on canvas painting, isn’t it similar to a certain style of art you may remember… The Starry Night? Kishida Ryusei was in a group that was formed by the inspirations of Vincent Van Gogh and Paul Cézanne! He and his friend were members of the group.” You say in excitement, pointing to the portrait. “Sanada was his friend by the way!” You finish, turning your head to another display, quickly dragging him with you.
“This is A Bird by the iconic AI-MITSU! Notice how in the painting there's a single deceased bird and various plants all around, like that red flower in the center?” He nods, listening as you continue. “That red flower looks very similar to an animal’s blood vessel, doesn’t it? This painting is meant to signify how both life and death are united. The deceased bird, but the lively plants surrounding it…” You trail off before looking up to him. “Kind of sad now… realizing it symbolizes death...” You frown, he frowns along with you before dragging you off.
“Ah-! Tsukki!” “What about this?” Opening your eyes, you come face to face with a beautifully painted woman. “I don’t think I’m familiar with this one… but the way the bright choice of the palette makes it as the light being filtered by the leaves shines and bathes the woman, it feels very soothing and calming to look at.” Your gaze stuck to the painting, as Tsukishima’s stuck to yours. The way the sunlight filtered by the illuminating ceiling shines and bathes against you, makes him feel at ease, calm, and comfortable, just like Watanabe Ryusoke’s oil painting, ‘A Women in the Shade of a Tree’.
You two make your way out of the exhibit hall, the guidebook in hand.
“Oh!” You stop in your tracks, Tsukishima turning to you before you immediately drop the guidebook to your thighs. “There’s one more painting I want to see!” Taking his hand, you run back into the exhibit hall.
The two of you stand besides each other in silence, staring at the painting in front of you. “What?” Tsukishima asks, taken aback in confusion. “It’s A Cat!” “I can see that-” “No Tsukki!” You laugh before pointing at the information details. “This painting is literally called A Cat, it’s by Hasegawa Rinjiro” “A… Cat?” Tsukishima blinks, staring at the cute tabby cat laying on top of the red flooring. “Isn’t it so cute!” You squeal. His gaze turns down to your features, “Yeah.”
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You sat besides Tsukishima at the Atelier in Studio 2. A personal blank canvas in front of you both as various brushes are to the side. “Here is the painter's palette, let me know if you need anything else” An employee leaves a tray of multiple colors of paint in front of you two before leaving.
You grab a paintbrush that sits besides the tray of paint before looking at Tsukishima. He’s staring at the paintbrushes, noticeably confused. You giggle before picking out a paintbrush, handing it to him. “Start with this!” He takes it, as you turn your attention back to the tray of paint. He watches as you dip the brush, patting it slightly on a clothe before hovering over your canvas. Following your same steps, he does the same.
Except, he forgets to tap off the excess paint, causing it to lightly drip over what was once a perfectly clean canvas. “Tsukki!” You startle him, he immediately takes his gaze off from you, turning to his hand as he sees the canvas has been soiled with a drop of paint. “SHIT-” “It’s okay!” You laugh as you take his hand with the paintbrush, lightly tapping it against the towel in front of you.
He watches as you do so, you turn your head meeting his. The two of you stare for what feels like a long time, before you ask, “What should we paint?” He blinks before shrugging. You frown before an idea pops into mind. “Let’s paint something for each other” “Y/n I can barely draw-” “Doesn’t matter!” You say before switching your canvas with his. “Here, you can have my canvas.” “No” He tries to switch your canvases, feeling bad that you’re offering the clear one to him, before you stop him. “You’re going to give me that one anyways, right?” You point to the clear canvas on his side.
He blinks processing what you’ve said, you were right. He scoffs before turning his attention back to the canvas. “Okay, on your mark, get set-” “I thought art takes time” “SHH! Go!”
The two of you spend the next forty-five minutes of your reserved time in the station before the employee comes back to help clear your items, as well as setting your work to the side, handing you both a ticket.
“Thank you so much for using our workshop, we hope you enjoyed your experience. Please come by at the end of the day to pick up your paintings, we will hold them here to dry as you continue your tour around the museum.” The employee greets as the two of you thank, leaving to your next destination.
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The two of you make your way outside the museum, heading towards the gardens, stopping right in front of the destination post.
“Which way do you want to go?” He asks, you place a finger to your chin, reading the sign, before looking up to him with a smile. “Let’s go North!” You take his hand as you begin your pace.
“Y/n” “Hm?” You stop, turning to him, your hand still in his. “Yeah?” You watch as Tsukishima awkwardly looks away before speaking, “We’re going South.” You turn your head towards the sign again, squinting your eyes to see the arrow pointing the opposite way.
“Ah-” You let go in embarrassment, looking away as he clears his throat. He takes your hand before he turns his tail, bringing you the correct way. A smile spreading, unknown from either embarrassment or joy the blonde has given you.
“WAAA- Tsukki look!” You drag him, running towards a koi pond. Letting go of his hand, you squat, pointing your finger into the pond. “Look how pretty the koi fishes are! There's so many of them in different colors!”
You bring your hands to your knees, watching the fish swim in awe. You tug on his pants, before beaming “Tsukki look! It's a frog!” Tsukishima squats besides you, before noticing children with their parents on the other side of the pond, doing just as you were.
Tsukishima gives a small smile, remembering when you two were just kids.
“Tsukki look!” You call the blonde boy over, squatting in your rain boots as you point towards the puddle. “It’s a frog!” Tsukishima squats besides you, his eyes falling where your finger points to.
“Gross-” “Don’t say that, frogs have feelings too!” You scold as Tsukishima laughs before standing. Holding the umbrella above you, blocking the rain from soiling your raincoat.
The harsh drops from the rain on the umbrella echoes throughout your moment of comfortable silence before- “Do you think it fell from the sky?”
Tsukishima blinks at your very strange question. “What-” “Do you think it’s hurt?!” You immediately turn your gaze to him, your eyes beginning to water. He just stares down at you confused, not knowing how to answer your question, or deal with this situation, but he doesn’t want to see you cry.
Letting out a sigh, he hands you the umbrella before cupping the frog into his palms. You immediately stand, your hand tightening on the grip of the umbrella as you look at the frog in his hands. “It’s so cute!” You let out, his stare falls on you from the corner of his eye. He lets out a smile before walking off. “Let’s go, Yamaguchi might know what to do.”
You beam in joy watching as your friend walks off. “Tsukki!”
“Tsukki...” Tsukishima turns his head to you calling his attention. You stare at the frog before looking back to him, a smirk appearing on your face. “Wanna touch it?” He scoffs as he gets up, lightly cow-tipping you over as he begins to walk away.
“Ah- Tsukki!” You laugh, getting up before following him, little did he know you had the same memory running through your head.
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Exiting the gardens, you find yourselves by the courtyard before Tsukishima speaks up “Are you hungry?”. You turn to look to him before thinking, ‘am I?’ The automatic grumble of your stomach answers that, and you blush from the embarrassment.
In the distance, the two of you find Café Mozart Figaro just by the courtyard and Terrace.
You both turn to look at each other, before making your way over.
“Welcome! Table for 2?” The waiter greets, leading you both to a seat.
“This restaurant looks so cool!” You whisper to him as the waiter comes back with a menu. You happily take it, going through the selections.
“Tsukki!” You whisper harshly, not taking your eyes off the fine selection choices. Tsukishima looks up from his to you. You slowly peek out from the side of the menu, before bringing your hand, flipping his over and pointing towards the desserts.
“They have strawberry shortcake” You watch his pupils widen up, eyeing the menu as the waiter comes back. “Are you ready to order?” “Two slices of strawberry shortcakes” Tsukishima replies immediately before looking to you. You stare at him in shock, ‘Two?!’ You clear your throat before handing the menu to the waiter. “If I can order a slice of tiramisu, please” The waiter nods, taking your menus before leaving.
“Two?!” “Yeah?” He replies sarcastically to your comment. “TWO??” “YEAH??” The two of you stare at each other before you burst into a quiet fit of laughter, Tsukishima clutching his hand into a fist, bringing it up to his mouth to hide his laugh.
“Here you go, thank you again for your purchase.” The waiter sets your cakes onto the table before walking off.
Tsukishima then slides a plate of strawberry shortcake to you. You look up in confusion before he replies. “Remember when you thought I got upset at you? And you bought me a slice of strawberry shortcake.” You nod as he continues. “Well, this is for all the times I got you upset.” He finishes, taking his spoon, digging into his shortcake leaving you speechless.
Immediately bringing your hands up to your face to cover the blush spreading, you let out an internal scream. Tsukishima smiles discreetly into the strawberry shortcake bite as he watches your flustered state.
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“That was absolutely delicious!” “I can’t believe you ate both cakes in one sitting” “Hey! Listen, you gave me the opportunity and I took it, and might I say it would have been very delicious if you didn’t steal a bite from my tiramisu-” You stop in your tracks, looking off into the distance.
Tsukishima, concerned, follows your gaze only to roll his eyes at what you were staring at. He feels the burning stare of your eyes looking up to him, finally giving in, he looks down at you. Those puppy eyes are going to be the death of him someday.
Taking his hand, you drag him towards the Children’s Playroom.
“What are we? 5?” “Tsukki please, look how cute this play center is!” You make your way towards the set of wooden toys and picture books, taking a seat on the soft cushion. Tsukishima rolls his eyes before sitting besides you, leaning over to see the pages of the picture book.
“Wow… it has all the pictures and information of the artwork displayed in the gallery! What a great way to start educating at such a young age” You say flipping through the pages. Tsukishima grabs one of the wooden toys, playing with its limbs as you continue to read.
Tsukishima looks up, eyeing something from a distance before standing, something has caught his attention. You don’t even notice until he’s by the entrance of the playroom. “Huh? Tsukki?” You watch as he exits. Closing and setting the book back on the table, you follow him out, only to notice he made his way across towards the museum shop.
You watch from afar as he immediately goes towards an item, but yet you can’t see it. Making his way to the front, you watch as he pays and you notice the cashier wrapping it nicely, stuffing it into a cute bag adorning the logo of Miyagi’s Museum of Art. Before making his way back, you make eye contact with him. You jump in surprise, immediately running back to the playroom, sitting on the cushion with the book opened upside down, pretending as if you didn’t just watch the whole transaction.
Tsukishima walks in, making his way back to you. You bring the book up to your face, avoiding his gaze as he sets the bag in front of you. You slowly bring the book down, peeking your eyes above only to meet Tsukishima’s just inches from yours. “For you” He says, sitting beside you, bringing the wooden toy he was just playing with closer.
You drop the book, sliding it off to the side before sneaking your hands towards the bag. Before you can peek in, Tsukishima lets out “Not until you get home.” His gaze not leaving the toy in his hands.
You give a dramatic pout, grabbing the bag and hugging it close to your chest, hiding half your smiling face behind it.
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“Thank you so much for your patience, here are your paintings.” The employee says, handing you both your canvases, nicely wrapped. “Thank you so much!” You thank before walking out with Tsukishima.
You exit the studio, walking through Alice’s Garden towards the entrance of the museum.
“Ah! I can’t believe this day is already over!” You let out a tired, but yet happy sigh, looking around at the mirrors reflecting from Alice’s Garden. “This is such a pretty walkway…” You say as the two of you stroll slowly. Your eyes focused on the road, missing Tsukishima’s gaze of awe, how the mirror’s surrounding Alice’s Garden reflects the sunset’s glow on your features.
Exiting the museum, you both find your way back to the station, finally heading home.
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Kageyama makes his way up to your resident’s gates, a small box in his hand.
He thought to just leave it in your mailbox, and text you, not wanting to disturb if you were having quality time with your family inside. He slips the box into the slot of your mailbox, quickly texting you he had left your present inside, before hearing footsteps approaching.
Immediately, he looks back and forth, before turning the corner, hiding behind the utility post. He stills, questioning himself why he had just done that. And as he begins to walk away, he hears a familiar voice. "We’re finally back!”
Kageyama peeks his head from the corner, noticing you and Tsukishima.
“Thanks again for walking me home.” You say with a bright smile. “Sorry, but I live right next to you.” Tsukishima looks down, giving you his iconic cocky grin. “Kei!” You cry as he lets out a soft chuckle. “Ah! We must now exchange the paintings we made for each other!” You declare.
He brings his bag to the front, pulling out the carefully wrapped canvas. As you thought he was going to hand it over, you reach for it, only for him to raise it above your shorter figure. “Tsukki!” “Where’s mine, hm?” You blink, remembering, you pull the wrapped canvas from the gift bag Tsukishima had given you earlier with your secret ‘don’t open until you get home’ present.
“On the count of three, we do an equal exchange! One.. two.. Three!” You switch, both opening the wrapping to reveal the painting. Tsukishima carefully removes the wrapper, pulling the painting out and eyeing it in awe. You on the other hand, impatiently yet carefully remove the wrapper, only to come face to face with a…
You turn your painting around, showing it to him. “Is this supposed to be us?!” You question, bringing the painting closer to him. “Listen, before you say anything, I told you I couldn’t-” “I love it!” You scream, clutching the canvas close to your chest before looking up to him, your eyes sparkling.
Tsukishima stays silent, surprised by your reaction, he was not expecting you to like it, at all.“It’s from when it was raining that day…” You begin, your eyes to the ground before looking up at him. “And we rescued that frog!” Tsukishima continues his silence, he’s absolutely astonished you were able to notice what the painting was of.
His painting was a poorly drawn figure of you two, an umbrella in your hand and a deformed frog in his, the cloudy and rainy skies blocking the sun as you two stand side by side on the pavement. Simply drawn flowers and grass surrounding in puddles.
He nods before showing you your painting. “This… is also us?” He asks as you begin to nod. “Remember that night after the culture festival?” He nods. “I had a weird dream that night, that you gave me a piggyback ride on the way home!” Tsukishima stills, he remembers that night well. “And, the sky was sparkling with so many stars! And the moon was shining down on us! And you told me...” You trail, trying to remember what you were going to say. Tsukishima freezes, he knew what you were about to say. So you did hear him that night. “Ah, I forgot” You sigh in frustration, as he sighs in relief.
Your painting consists of your version of The Starry Night. Two figures shown in the center of the painting, one walking and the other held closely, clung to figure one’s back.
Tsukishima blinks again, ‘that was not a dream.’
There’s another moment of comfortable silence, before you begin. “Thank you so much again for tonight Tsukki” Tsukishima looks down as you give him a warm smile. The moonlight shining on the two of you, somehow making your smile brighter.
Tsukishima tries to hide his smile, bringing his hand to squeeze your cheek. “Yeah, yeah.” You whine before letting out a cheerful laugh, Tsukishima follows with a chuckle.
Kageyama watches the interaction from afar, feeling his heart and gut clench before pulling out the script he has kept with him since that night in Tokyo.
‘I really like someone in this group, but please keep it a secret.’
Rereading the slip, he knew it was yours to begin with. He was very familiar with your handwriting, and the night he received the slip, he had hope that it was meant for him.
He looks up from the script to you two. Watching how happy you looked, laughing along with Tsukishima. Tsukishima’s usual smug and cocky-stoic like behavior softening to you, and only you.
Kageyama takes a moment to realize, you meant Tsukishima in the script.
For what felt like an eternity as he had stood there, he begins to walk away, the sound of your laughter drifting farther into the distance. Stopping by a trash bin, he tosses your script before shielding his hands into the pocket of his sweats. His mind fogged as he makes his way back home.
Your laughter dies, opening your eyes once again, your gaze immediately fall to Tsukishima’s. You both share a brief moment of silence gazing into one another before he speaks. “Happy birthday Y/n” He gives a soft smile before ruffling the top of your hair. Just as you were about to open the gate to your residence, you turn, facing him again.
“Tsukki! What script did you get?” You watch as he shoves his hands into his pocket before leaning down to you with a smirk on his face. “It’s a secret script” You whine before continuing your persuasion “I’ll tell you mines…” You inch closer to him, cupping your hand to your mouth before whispering “I wrote that I like you.”
Tsukishima stands upright again, before taking his finger to flick your forehead. “Can you be any more shameless?” He jokes with a grin. “I don’t want to play this game.” He says, you blink processing his words. “Haha, very funny Kei” You watch as Tsukishima reaches for the pocket in his bag, pulling out a slip before handing it to you.
You take it in, bringing it up close to read the confession.
“I don’t want to play this game” Written in Tsukishima’s neat handwriting.
Your face contorts to one of confusion, bringing the slip down before looking up to him.
He gives a final squeeze to your cheek before pushing you past your gates. “Goodnight pipsqueak” He says waiting for you to enter your house, finally making his way to his after you enter.
You stand by your doorway confused when you felt your phone vibrate. Reaching into your bag, you pull your phone to see a text message from Yamaguchi, but noticing you missed a notification from Kageyama not too long ago.
Disregarding Yamaguchi’s message, you head immediately to Kageyama’s as it reads that his present for you is in the mailbox.
You quickly drop your bags before making your way back out, opening the slot to the mailbox and feeling around until you felt the touch of a small box. Pulling it out, you make your way back inside, bringing all your items up to your room.
Shutting the door behind you, you bring Kageyama’s gift to your desk. Pulling out his script along with Tsukishima’s, you place them side by side before slowly opening the box.
Your heart sinks as your eyes catch the beautiful shine of a necklace cased within. Your eyes moving back towards the script, then back to the box repeatedly.
Your memory takes you back to your encounter with Kageyama at Coach Ukai’s shop.
Kageyama stands there, his brain short circuiting before he stutters a response. “U-uh” You watch in confusion as he turns his head away, his gaze immediately falling on the revolving heater filled with curry buns, just besides the cashier. “I-I’m in love with curry buns!” He blurts out.
You realize, everyone gave you a script to read when you asked, but Kageyama.
Taking his script into your hands, you graze your finger over the writing before bringing your touch to the beautiful necklace in the elegantly wrapped box in front of you.
“Tobio...”
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A/N 2: AAAAHHH! Buckle your seat belts because Kageyama’s rollercoaster has just begun! Thank you so so much again for reading and sticking around for this chapter💓! I have been on the edge of my seat, so excited to post this! Anyways- I’ll see you guys in the next chapter!!! I have to go take another exam now oh my god... LOVE YOU MWAH!!!💖💞💘
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longforyesterday · 3 years
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When Apple announced that it was accepting proposals for funding ideas, Yoko struck immediately with a request for five thousand pounds—the equivalent today of about fifty-five thousand pounds—for an exhibition at the Lisson gallery. Considering that what she wanted to exhibit were things painted white and chopped in half, like half a chair or half a table, she could have gotten the lot from a junk shop and got change from a fiver. Rudely, Paul said, “Why don’t you put half a person in?” He wasn’t keen on giving her any money, but said John could if he wanted to. Paul’s sarcastic comment had stuck with Yoko and she turned it to her advantage. She came into Apple and waylaid John to ask him, in a kind of shrugging, dimpling way, for the money. She got to him by saying that he was her inspiration. “I feel like only half,” she intoned. “You are my other half, and I am yours. We have been lost in space searching, and now we have found each other…” John was taken aback and almost fled. However, as the idea sunk in, there was something about it that struck some kind of a chord with him. Ever since his childhood he had felt like half a person; he’d been looking for the missing pieces of the jigsaw. In fact, he’d always been in search of his parents. That dreadful moment when as a five-year-old child he had run from one to the other before choosing his mother had left an indelible impression. Then she had fooled him by dumping him at Mimi’s and disappearing. While he pondered all this, Yoko apparently thought he was hesitating, so she turned up the heat. She said that if he didn’t give her the money she must destroy herself. John must have had visions of Yoko committing hari-kari on the spot. Worse, he could probably visualize the headlines. Abruptly he told her he’d fund her exhibition, on the condition she kept it secret. After she left, clutching a check from accounts, he still simmered with rage at her manipulation. “Why did you agree?” I asked curiously. “To get rid of her,” he snapped. “With women like that you have to pay them off, or they never stop pestering you.” Personally, I thought the opposite applied, but didn’t comment. There seemed to be some contradiction between John’s words and his behaviour. Even when he was being dismissive of her, he was seeing her secretly. Perhaps his words were just a smoke screen. Getting John to underwrite her show was a huge coup and there was no way on earth that Yoko was going to keep it to herself. Triumphantly, she instantly sent out a press release announcing that she and John were holding an art exhibition. The white catalogue stated, “Half a Wind: by Yoko Ono and John Lennon.” John was very annoyed. Had Robert Fraser not been in jail he would have said, “I told you so.” All John could do to retaliate was to solicitously escort Cynthia to Brian’s memorial service on October 17 and then very publicly hold her hand at the Earls’ Court Motor Show a few days later.
Tony Bramwell, Magical Mystery Tours
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violetlou2020 · 2 years
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DAY 3 of @flufftober2021
Lazy Sundays
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Title: Lazy Sunday[ao3]
Author: Vividly_Violet
Fandom: Diamond no Ace
Rating: General
Relationship: Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun
Word Count: 1007
It was Sunday and there was no practice to be had that day. The sun was out and the day was turning out to be a pleasant one. There were some who decided to still go out and do some light training at least but for the most part most of the players of Seido's baseball team decided to take this rare day off to actually take a break go and go out on the city, do some shopping, finish their homework, play some video games, laze about or sleep in.
Miyuki Kazuya despite being the most baseball obsessed player of them all was doing the later. He really isn't much of a morning person. He hated getting up in the morning but seeing as they were required to do so for morning practice less they want to test out coach Kataoka's punishment, he had no options but to drag his still sleep addled body towards the field on most days. But not today, where there was no practice and therefore no punishment. So, he'd continue to enjoy this rare day as much as he can to catch up on those lost sleeping hours.
And he would have continued sleeping in too till the afternoon if it wasn't for their resident loudmouth southpaw bursting through the door.
Miyuki groaned as he rolled to his side and buried his face on his pillow praying to the gods for the other boy to go way as he heard Sawamura's boisterous laughter resonate in their dorm followed by a low growl that he was sure came from Okumura.
"Cap! Wake up and catch for me!"
Miyuki didn't stir and so Sawamura made his way up the older teens bunk and pulled his blanket off. Rude. The catchers eye twitched in irritation but he didn't rise, didn't even moved an inch. If he ignore the boy long enough he will probably give up, probably.
"Cap! Cap! Oi be a responsible catcher and catch for me."
Or not. A person could dream couldn't they?
"Go bother Okumura." he mumbled. There was another low growl followed by a door shutting close.
"Eh Okumura just went out."
'Damn that kid for escaping' Miyuki thought, "Go after him then, leave me alone. I wanna sleep some more."
"But it's a perfectly beautiful day to practice. Let us not squander it by lazing around you bastard." Sawamura complained.
"Do you even know what that word means." said Miyuki as he sat up, removing his eyemask at the same time and squinting at Eijun who was sitting crossed leg on his bed.
"Huh squander? nope! but Kane uses it all the time. Anyway, you're awake now... so practice?" the pitcher asked hopefully.
"No thanks to you, and no. I will not be catching for anyone today. Go read or do your homework or something. Just stop bothering me." the third year said with finality before yanking his blanket out from Sawamura's hand and falling back on his bed.
"Even if it's your boyfriend asking?"
"Not even for the boyfriend asking." said the lump on the bed.
"Uhhg no boyfriend privileges for me?"
"No boyfriend privileges for you, now shoo."
"Fine!"
He felt Sawamura climb off his bed and some shuffling and a thud courtesy of the younger boy probably falling of the steps of the bunks ladder before he heard the door to his dorm open and close. Miyuki counted a minute of quietness making sure that Sawamura was gone before he drifted off back to sleep.
The next time he awoke it was to the quiet sniffling of a person somewhere at the foot of his bed. Kazuya blinked before he sat up and was greeted with the ugly crying face of his boyfriend who had one of his hand covering his mouth to stifle his cries while the other was holding a manga. He was failing to keep quiet.
"What are you doing?" he asked in a flat voice. What the heck is happening here.
"I— it's just sad! Why? Why did Chiaki broke up with her all of a sudden when they just gotten together! It doesn't make sense! Make it make sense!" the boy wailed.
"What?" Miyuki asked confused. Sawamura shove the manga to his face.
"See!" the catcher pushed both Sawamura and the manga off his face.
"What are you even doing here?" Kazuya asked as he took the manga from Eijun's hand so the teen wouldn't push it to him again.
"You told me to read, well I did after Okumura turned me down, and I couldn't find Ono-senpai or Kariba."
"That doesn't explain why you're here and reading?"
"I was waiting for you to wake up of course! and well Mochi-senpai kinda kicked me out after I tried to make him catch for me."
"Waited for me to wake up so you can beg me to catch for you and you didn't have any place to go to, do you?"
"That too." Eijun admitted, "but I also kinda like seeing you sleep." he said shamelessly.
"That sounds disturbing." Miyuki teased causing Sawamura to sputter.
"Wah— that's not— you know that's not what I meant you— you bastard!" Kazuya laughed at Eijun.
"I'm just kidding."
"You know what? Go back to sleep. At least when you're asleep you can't tease me." the southpaw pouted. Miyuki just laughed again before pulling the brunette down to lay with him.
"Oi oi what are you doing, you pervert!" Eijun shrieked and hit Kazuya with a pillow.
"I'm not doing anything. Stop squirming will you? Just wanna lie down till lunch rolls in. For the meantime why don't you read me your manga." Eijun perked up at that and laid dow again and made himself comfortable in Miyuki's side as he started to explain the previous chapters to his boyfriend.
"I don't mind spending my Sundays like this." Miyuki muttered smiling fondly at Eijun's excitement.
"What was that? Are you even listening!?"
"Yes dear, I'm listening."
"Uuhg you— whatever, as I was saying Chiaki and..."
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sugiwa · 3 years
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Hello! Can you do # 3, 7, 11, 17, 19, 20, 21, 23, 24 & 30 for your OC Kamihara-san? I noticed that all the ask-game asks were about Izumi, and I really wanted to know about Kamihara-san... (he’s one of my all time fave OC’s BTW...) I really hope this isn’t too much! Thank you, have a great day 😊
3. What does your oc’s voice sound like? (Or, if you have one, what’s their voiceclaim?) Can they sing, whistle, or roll their rs? Do they have any speech impediments or notable dialects/accents?
His VA would be Ono Daisuke (I kinda imagine him to sound more like Hori Kyōsuke than Erwin Smith tho). He can't sign very well either (There's this video of Ono-san singing Let It Go , skip to the 1:30 minute mark and I feel like he'd send Izumi something like this!) But, he can whistle! He doesn't really have much of an accent, but he has a very casual way of speaking that kind goes against his age, so people think he's very rude.
7. What song reminds you of this oc? Does this match up with the type of music your oc likes to listen to?
Hmmm, this is really hard!! I think he listens to the radio more than music tbh, like he'll listen to comedy cds in his car and Izumi thinks he's totally weird for having a CD player. He usually listens to City Pop when he does listen to music, I feel like he knows all the words to Stay With Me by Miki Matsubara (which admittedly is my fave song)
11. Does your oc have any interests/hobbies that they hide from everyone? Why do they hide these interests?
He likes solving puzzles and gets really proud of himself but hates telling people cause they mock his age. Also, really likes making things from scratch, so he makes his own rice wine at home and stuff. Edgeshot makes fun of him for it all the time because he basically is acting like a grandfather at the age of 40.
17. If your oc had a social media page, what would it be like? What would they post about? How much personal information would they feel comfortable posting on it? How often would they update it?
He does have a social media page and is pretty active on it. He's not really out there posting about his job or stuff, but follows a lot of people and makes posts like "look at this bird that's outside my window," and gives daily updates on that bird. Izumi told him about the dumpsterfire account and he follows that too. Has a whole little how-to-make-your-own video series.
19. How would an enemy describe this oc?
Annoying. Nobi takes his job pretty seriously because he works with a lot of children and their families, but he has a tendency to run his mouth around the perpetrators, so he's been written up for that before.
20. What’s a superpower or magical ability that this oc would hate having?
Nobi's pretty happy being quirkless, but I think something like mind reading would annoy the everliving fuck out of him. He'd become a villain in two seconds.
21. What’s a fact you haven’t shared about this oc?
Nobi went to a hero school, but he was in the general ed course there.
23. Who would this oc consider their family? What is their relationship with these people?
Um, other than Edgeshot, it's probably Nox. Nox was one of the first people he met when he became a police officer and really sent her into Edgeshot's hands to get her somewhere safe. I think as he gets to know Izumi more, he'll add her to the little bubble.
24. What is one thing that, no matter who it’s coming from, would anger your oc?
tbh, Nobi has a general dislike for heroes and he hates when they give him attitude, so even if it's his brother, if they try pulling the "I'm a hero card," he'll get annoyed. He doesn't really show it when he's in uniform but if you catch him out of uniform, he'll start a fight.
30. Tell a random fact about this oc!
Nobi gets really embarrassed when his juniors at work call him senpai and always blushes when he hears it.
He's honestly one of my fave oc's and he and Midnight are going to be featured a bit when Izumi gets her summer job :)
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mclennons are so rude about yoko sometimes. who asked? 🤔 your opinions are wack
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*Trixie´s Social Media Blog* Trixie Lulamoon (10:00): I´m about to DM a one-shot game of the "Tomb of Horrors" on OnO with the girls on our local library, I´ll keep you guys updated on how things go :D. Trixie Lulamoon (14:00): My players are confused, frustrated and almost crying after being stuck for almost 2 hours on the same puzzle, and also we got banned for a month from the library after multiple noise complaints from other costumers... and because Sunset threw a chair downstairs after being sent back to the begining of the dungeon for the 5th time. - Sunset Shimmer says: Who in God´s good name thought that was a fun dynamic, CUZ IS NOT! Trixie Lulamoon (14:15): We just arrived to a Pizza place that would allow us to continue the game where we left it on the library, we just want to get done with this game. Trixie Lulamoon (16:00): The best thing about this game was the garlic bread we ordered at the Pizza place, this dungeon is confusing for players and DM, the puzzles makes no sense and the only thing I feel after this is that I don´t want to touch this dungeon even with a 20 feet pole ever again. - Sci-Twilight Sparkle says: I´ve never thought I would hate a game booklet so much in my life, A BOOK! - Rarity says: I really put on my best make up for this? - Fluttershy says: Sorry if it sounds rude Trixie, but... this was an awful idea. - Applejack says: Y´all gotta admit that at least the food was good. - Rainbow Dash says: You´re right AJ, that was some killer pizza they served there, but let´s not sugar coat it... It sucked really bad. - Sunset Shimmer says: Agreed... Can I get my inventory back? and my time? and my general happiness and joy for this game? - Pinkie Pie says: So, next time same week?
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Globe, December 7
You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks
Cover: Hillary Clinton health crisis 
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Page 2: Up Front & Personal -- Larsa Pippen in a bikini in Fort Lauderdale, Olivia Culpo wrestles with recycling outside her L.A. office, Shia LaBeouf ditches his face covering for a phone call in an L.A. market 
Page 3: Pete Wentz plays tennis, Bachelorette Kaitlyn Bristowe outside the Dancing with the Stars studio, Sean Penn hits the beach in Hawaii 
Page 4: Barbara Walters was sharp as a tack when she grilled the world’s biggest leaders but ravaging dementia has now tragically turned the 91-year-old into a prisoner in her own bed 
Page 5: Pistol-packing Elvis Presley was so gaga over guns that he’d even take a firearm to bed with him 
* Ringo Starr’s childhood bout with appendicitis at age six caused him to fall into a coma and spend a year in the hospital to recover then five years later he contracted tuberculosis and spent two years in a sanitarium where he discovered drums as part of the hospital band 
Page 6: If it’s true that Gentleman Prefer Blondes Marilyn Monroe was the perfect star for the flick because she dyed her carpet platinum to match the drapes -- beauty guru Kenneth Battelle suggested Marilyn change the color of her pubic hair after a jerk spilled champagne over her sheer dress at a party showing everything because she didn’t wear skivvies so the guru ran to the hotel drugstore and got some dye and told Marilyn to go in the bathroom and bleach 
Page 7: Celine Dion has turned into a frightening bag of bones leaving friends worried she’s headed for a catastrophic health crisis -- now down to a gaunt 96 pounds the star is driving herself to the brink of collapse with a diet and exercise plan to prepare for the relaunch of her hit world tour and she starves herself in her drive for perfection and to maintain the stick-thin look that helped turn her into a fashion icon
* Julianne Hough confesses feeling she didn’t deserve the A-list life she enjoyed while dating Ryan Seacrest where she was on private planes and yachts and living in a very well-off house and her life was pretty different from where she grew up -- she left Ryan in 2013 after three years because she wanted to create that for herself because she felt like she didn’t deserve it 
Page 8: Duchess of York Sarah Ferguson is searching for the Fountain of Youth by working out with Pierce Brosnan’s trainer -- the ex-wife of disgraced Prince Andrew is following a grueling exercise regimen in hopes of joining people who are said to be biologically younger than their true age 
Page 9: Disgraced Prince Andrew has been kicked from the royal family and now Prince Charles plans to boot his sister Princess Anne from his inner circle once he becomes king -- while the princess has carried her share of official engagements Charles plans to shrink the monarchy after his mother Queen Elizabeth passes and the phrase slimmed-down royal family constantly keeps coming up and the royal family will evolve with Charles coming to the throne -- Anne will be on the chopping block mostly because of ambitious Duchess Camilla who is Charles’ wife and who has carried out a ruthless dirty plan to be queen for decades and she wants no one else taking the limelight and that includes Charles’ sister
* Prince Harry and wife Meghan Markle dissed his dad Prince Charles with a surprising public snub as the couple failed to publicly wish Charles a happy birthday when he turned 72 -- Queen Elizabeth and Prince William and Duchess Kate all sent birthday wishes to the future king on social media but Harry and Meghan took a pass even though Harry popped up on the British TV show Strictly Come Dancing that night to wish a pal good luck
Page 10: A nuclear-sized catfight has exploded in North Korea where dictator Kim Jong-un’s baby sister and his pop star lover are battling to claw their way to be top gal -- while sister Kim Yo-jong seemed to be running the nation after Kim vanished and was rumored dead he popped back up with old galpal Hyon Song-wol on his arm and his current wife Ri Sol-ju nowhere to be seen 
Page 12: Celebrity Buzz -- Mario Lopez wearing a clear mask (picture), Lauren Simon of The Real Housewives of Cheshire in the U.K. claims to have had sex with an actual ghost, Kaley Cuoco has a theory about shooting those sexy big bangs with ex-boyfriend Johnny Galecki that the pair’s sneaky sitcom boss got a kick putting the real-life former lovers under the covers, Reese Witherspoon lost her beloved dog Pepper to cancer and returned to her ole Southern roots when picking a name for her brand-new puppy: Minnie Pearl, plagued by seemingly endless allegations of being mean and ignoring a toxic workplace Ellen DeGeneres is now plugging a Be Kind subscription box valued at $270
Page 13: Kristen Taekman tops of her gas tank in L.A. (picture), Jeff Goldblum feeding a parking meter in L.A. (picture), Hilary Duff gets primped and primed on the NYC set of Younger (picture) 
Page 14: Reclusive ailing widow Yoko Ono finally loosened the reins and is handing over her $800 million empire to Sean Lennon her only child with Beatles legend John Lennon but John’s eldest son Julian Lennon was left out of the hitmaker’s will but Julian managed to eke out a $25 million settlement okayed by Yoko after he dragged his famous dad’s estate to court, Kelsea Ballerini snapped at a nosy fan for rudely asking if her rounded tummy was a blossoming baby bump
* Fashion Verdict -- Lara Spencer 9/10, Laura Veltz 2/10, Lauren Akins 3/10, Lauren Alaina 4/10 
Page 16: Michael Jackson’s baby mama Debbie Rowe reveals getting pregnant was no thrill because she was artificially impregnated -- Debbie met ex-husband Michael when she was working for his dermatologist and she insists the couple never had sex and a sperm donor fathered the pop star’s two kids she carried in her womb -- son Prince Jackson is rumored to have been fathered by Debbie’s doctor boss Arnold Klein -- British actor Mark Lester claims her could be Paris Jackson’s father -- Debbie is unsure of the paternity of Michael’s youngest son Blanket who now goes by Bigi Jackson
Page 17: Fans gaga for Dr. McDreamy on Grey’s Anatomy got a super thrill on the season 17 premiere when Patrick Dempsey returned to the hit hospital drama after departing the show five years ago -- Dempsey whose character Dr. Derek Shepherd died in a car crash came back in a dream sequence reuniting with star Ellen Pompeo’s Dr. Meredith Grey on a beach -- Dempsey split from the show to spend more time with his family and pursue his auto racing hobby but he’ll return to the show several more times 
Page 19: 10 Things You Don’t Know About Emma Corrin
* Reba McEntire reveals she turned down The Voice gig that went to Blake Shelton and now she regrets it big-time 
* Nip/tuck junkie Dolly Parton says she plans to keep freshening her face by going under the knife and crows she’s gonna look like a cartoon and she’ll look as young as her plastic surgeons will allow her 
Page 20: True Crime 
Page 21: Former soap stud Cody Longo was socked with a domestic abuse charge following a jealous booze-fueled attack on his dancer wife Stephanie Clark -- Cody played Nicholas Alamain on Days of Our Lives from 2011-2012 
Page 23: Meredith Baxter felt booby-trapped by her enormous breasts and confesses she welcomed breast-reduction surgery after getting cancer -- the Family Ties star reveals her former 42-inch bust was the plague of her life
* Weatherman Al Roker has a secret weapon in his stormy battle to recover from prostate cancer surgery which is the love and support of his wife Deborah Roberts who is keeping him happy and positive doting on him day and night plus they talk about everything and make medical decisions together so there’s no fear or anxiety entering their world 
* Jennifer Lopez kicked booty when a federal judge dismissed a $40 million lawsuit brought by a former stripper who claims she inspired the hit movie Hustlers -- Samantha Barbash claims she’s the real-life model for J.Lo’s pole-dancing swindler Ramona Vega and insisted the movie ruined her rep by implying she did drugs around her kids but the judge tossed the case because Barbash’s name or portrait or picture or voice wasn’t used in the film 
Page 24: Cover Story -- Hillary Clinton has tragically packed on nearly 100 pounds since she vanished from the spotlight four years ago and is struggling to breathe and walk and now a medical expert is warning the 73-year-old is facing a health crisis as she tips the scales at 247 pounds -- Hillary has a history of broken bones and shocking collapses 
Page 26: Health Report
Page 30: Country girl Carly Pearce’s divorce from Michael Ray has gone from bad to ugly and he’s now parading his romance with Travis Tritt’s daughter Tyler Reese Tritt -- Carly was all for taking the high road but now she’s taken off the gloves -- they’re bad-mouthing each other far and wide and Carly’s tossed everything that reminds her of Michael 
* Southern Charm belle Madison LeCroy has been flashing a pic of her newest charms which is a set of bigger boobs 
Page 36: Diva Mariah Carey’s demanding ways are driving her boyfriend Bryan Tanaka bonkers and the couple of four years may be headed for Splitsville unless she changes her ways -- Mariah treats Bryan like an assistant instead of a lover and it’s giving him fits and he’s been so patient with Mariah and he loves her but she’s wearing him out with her incessant orders like she has him drawing up her schedule for online greets plus she’s ordering him to do all her holiday shopping for friends and be in charge of everything from decorations to food prep 
* Emma Roberts confesses being pregnant makes her weepy and she’s hit the point where like halfway up the stairs she has to sit down sometimes and maybe tears roll down a couple times a week but despite that Emma says she feels grateful and lucky to be expecting her first child
Page 38: Real Life 
Page 40: Phil Collins’ embarrassing court battle with third ex Orianne Cevey is casting a pall over his daughter Lily Collins’ wedding plans -- Lily is desperate to tie the knot with Charlie MacDowell but the dirty charges flying back may force her to put the happy day on hold and it’s hard for Lily to concentrate on making wedding plans when her father is caught in an ugly public fight -- Orianne is battling over Phil’s $38 million Miami mansion where they lived after reuniting in 2018 
Page 44: Straight Talk -- NXIVM cult is warning to us all 
Page 45: Treasure hunters have launched a frantic search for a $150 million stash of gangster gold hidden by mobster Dutch Schultz in Upstate New York after two sleuths recently discovered coins they believe are linked to the stash -- following a long list of cryptic clues Canadian fortune seekers Steve Zazulyk and Ryan Fazekas uncovered gold coins dated 1903 a few miles from the Prohibition Era beer baron’s hangout in the Catskills town of Phoenicia and their find triggered a race against other prosecutors seeking a two-by-three-foot steel box filled with diamonds and gold coins and $1000 bills and $7 billion in World War I Liberty Bonds and the hoard has an estimated value of $150 million today 
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