#but my best friend saw it and read the book

[kayhi808]

Hey girly!

Another idea what if Abby’s parents take her to see wicked and she just sings popular and defying gravity ALL the time. I also feel like Bucky isn’t into musicals but he would like wicked because he can relate to Elphaba so he and Abby see it a couple times after.

** spoilers**

Popular!

You're gonna be pop-u-lar!

I'll teach you the proper ploys

When you talk to boys

Little ways to flirt and flounce

Ooh!

You and Abby have been singing this song for days. It's been stuck in her head. She hasn't seen "The Wizard of Oz," but your read her the story. She was always too young and with her imagination, the Wicked Witch and the Wizard scenes would give her nightmares. She'll be waking you up telling you she saw the witch in her eyeballs.

But once Abby saw the commercials, the billboards, the ads in the Metro, on the sides of buses and taxis she's been begging and pleading daily to go. Arianna Grande as Glinda became Abby's obsession. That's all she talked about. She'd only wear her pink clothes. You were worried that some of the scenes would be too scary for your toddler. You told her you'd think about it.

Then Abby switched her attack to Bucky. "Papa, you knows what?"

Putting down his book & getting comfortable, "What, Abby?"

"Cans you pweeeease comes with me and Mama to sees Wicked?"

Bucky had no interest in going to watch that movie. Musical? Witches? They aren't on the top of his list of things to watch. Bucky scrunches his nose & groans, "Why can't just you and your Mama go?"

"Oh pwease! You had to come." Abby climbs on the couch to stand beside him & squish his face between her palms, "Cos, what if I gets scared? Only my Papa can save me." She gives Bucky big doe-eyes. "You'd keep me safe."

Bucky in a drawn out sigh, "Fiiinnne." Sucker!

"Yay!! I go tells Mama!" She bounces down on her butt & then off the couch. "Mama! Where's you??" She turns back to Bucky, "tank you, Papa," and continues her search for you.

******

The following weekend, you took in a matinee of Wicked. Abby was decked out in her finest pinkery, sitting between you and Bucky at the theater. She was so excited. She's been listening to the soundtrack for her after dinner dance parties all week. Your little girl was ready to get this party started! Currently, she's doing a happy wiggle because Bucky gave her popcorn to eat. Bucky looks over at you and gives you a wink.

Abby knows she's not supposed to talk during the movie, but that doesn't stop her from keeping 2 inches away from your ear, yakking non-stop. Being courteous to theater patrons doesn't apply to her Mama.

"I wants to ride in a bubble & have her dress."

"Why Gwinda don't like her??"

"Ooh her so smart in magic!"

"Look Mama, the cuuuute mans!"

"I want to be like Elphie & do's magic, too."

"That twain is not like the Metro."

The first part of the movie she was stuck to you like glue, but as soon as she saw the Wizard's big head, she hopped over into Bucky's lap & stayed safe with him. She did not like what happened to the monkeys either.

Abby was too young to catch all the nuances of the film, but she understood that the 2 friends weren't going to be together and she felt that & started to cry. Then at the end of Defying Gravity, you were in your chair trying to get your crying under control and Abigail was sobbing into Bucky's neck. He's rubbing her back trying to console her.

The lights come up & you reach for your baby. Abby leans over to grab you. "It's ok baby. It's just a movie."

Bucky moves closer and pats your head, "It's okay, Doll. It's just a movie." You give him a sad frown & he kisses your forehead.

"Abigail?" You pull away, trying to wipe her tears.

"She didn't go with Elphie, Mama. She stayed with the bad teacher and fake wizard! How could she?!"

"I know, baby. Everything was happening so fast for her."

"She the bad witch. Not Elphie. Mama?"

"Yes?"

"Elphie sing and I hear her with my ears & she sound so...the BEST! So pwetty. And then she sing loud and I hear her in my heart too..." Abby starts to cry again, "And it makes it like...too much, Mama." Abby places her palm against her heart and curls into you.

Bucky chuckles & kisses her head, "Lots of feelings?" He had to admit he enjoyed the movie so much more than he thought he would. "Too much feeling, huh?"

"Ya, too much."

"Well, you saw it. You don't have to see it again."

Abby's head whips up, "Oh, no! I wants to see it again!"

Confused, Bucky tries to reason with her, "Look how it made you cry."

Abby's chubby hands wipes away her tears, "Papa, it was the BESTEST!"

Girl Logic.

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[yoonjae20]

Batfam + Danny go on vacation [Bruce/Danny; Spirit Halloween]

Finally we are here at the Beach episode! /joking (well mostly lol). Also we get a much needed conversation between Damian and Danny.

Read on ao3. Masterpost

Previous.

“So I have been thinking,” Danny starts as they are laying in bed, both of them winding down after a long day. Bruce raises an eyebrow when his husband doesn’t continue. 

“Yes?” he prompts and closes the book he had been reading, settling it on the nightstand.

“I feel like we deserve a nice vacation,” Danny finally says.

Bruce knits his eyebrows together, but doesn’t disagree. 

“We’ll have to coordinate the patrols, but I guess we should be able to make a trip for a few days.”

Danny exhales, shaking his head as he smiles at Bruce. 

“I meant with the whole family.”

Bruce’s eyes widen and he just stares at Danny. 

“Yes, that means even Duke and Alfred,” Danny adds. “Barbara and Steph too if they feel like it. They should get a chance to relax.” 

Bruce presses his lips into a fine line. 

“We can’t let Gotham stay unprotected.”

Danny sighs like he expected this. 

“We could always ask Clark-“

Bruce bristles, narrowing his eyes as if he can’t believe what Danny just said. 

“No way I’m letting him protect my city!” 

Danny rolls his eyes before he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Do you trust Clark?” he questions, staring his husband down. 

Bruce squirms in his spot.

“Yes, but-“

“And if Clark asked you to protect Metropolis for him, would you deny him?” Danny interrupts. 

“No of course not-“

“Then why don’t you extend him the same trust?” Danny huffs out a breath. “He’s literally your best friend Bruce, and we both know you don’t have a lot of those.”

Bruce doesn’t pout — for the record he doesn’t pout. He grunts, not meeting Danny’s eyes. 

“I thought the sessions with Jazz were helping?” Danny asks as the man doesn’t answer. “You know you don’t have to keep pushing away people just because you are afraid of them getting hurt. You and I both know that if something really bad happens I can transport us back to Gotham in a blink.”

“It would be nice to have a vacation once in a while,” Bruce finally admits. “It’s just with everything going on lately… I feel uneasy.”

Danny lets out a fond huff as he kisses the man's cheek. 

“See, that wasn’t so hard, right?”

“I hate that I don’t find that patronizing.”

Danny chuckles.

“The perks of being your husband, I guess,” he says cheekily before he reaches over to the lamp on his nightstand, turning it off. “I’ll bring up the idea to the rest of the family tomorrow.”

“I guess I don’t have a say in the matter,” Bruce sighs but it’s fond. 

“You know the saying — Happy husband, happy life.”

“That doesn’t even rhyme.”

Danny hushes him and Bruce rolls his eyes before he also turns off his lamp. 

“Danny?” he extends into the dark.

His husband hums as Bruce finds his hand under the blanket. 

“I love you.”

Bruce can hear Danny’s smile in his voice.

“I love you too.”  

They draw a lot of attention as they arrive at the airport despite them taking a private plane. They stop for a moment outside the Gate as Danny does a headcount — making sure nobody got lost (or more like they saw something suspicious and decided to investigate. Yes, Danny is talking about Tim or Bruce.) 

Danny claps to get everyone’s attention, the squabbling and banter finally stopping.

“Does everyone have their luggage?” Danny asks. “I know we can easily replace any clothes and essentials, but I know for fact that some of you went behind my back and packed your costumes and weapons nevertheless.”

Danny’s gaze heads to Damian and Tim, the latter who doesn’t meet his eyes. Damian just stares at him with a neutral expression. Danny sighs and shakes his head.

“But I guess it’s asking too much to expect a family full of vigilantes to go anywhere without a safety blanket.”

“Not everyone can simply transform Magical Girl style,” Jason snarks.

Danny narrows his eyes. 

“We both know you are the one who is the most strapped to hell,” Danny says. “Do you want me to confiscate everything?” 

Jason takes it as the warning it is and shuts his mouth. Danny huffs out a breath. 

“I thought so,” Danny states. “Then let’s get out here before the paparazzi flocks here. Everyone on social media must know where we are by now.”

The kids fall in line and Danny and Bruce form the final light. Bruce chuckles. 

“I never thought I would miss your bossy side,” he says. “You used to nag me constantly.”

Danny raises an eyebrow.

“Are you sure you want to stir that hornets’ nest?”

Bruce laughs as he puts a hand around Danny’s waist as they walk. 

“Of course not — it’s more amusing to not be at the end of it.” 

“Well Alfred told me quite some interesting stories-“

Bruce leaves his side and quickly hurries with long strides to catch up with his kids. Danny shakes his head with a smile while Alfred looks at him and Bruce with a knowing smirk. I guess some things never change, Danny thinks to himself fondly.

They arrive at their rented penthouse, all of them going to their assigned rooms to sleep off the jet lag until dinner. Danny pulls out something more comfortable to wear from his suitcase when he sees Bruce settled on the balcony, anxiously staring at his phone.

He lets out a sigh, abandoning the clothes as he steps out. He snatches his husband’s phone, ignoring his protests.

“I told you no social media or reading business emails while we are on vacation,” Danny chides. “Clark will be fine. Steph and Barbara stayed behind as well. Stop catastrophizing.” 

Danny glances at the news headlines for Gotham, snickering when he sees the prank Jason and him did on Joker. The graffiti almost looks even better than during the night. It had been quite a rush job to make sure they would have enough time until the flight, but somehow they managed. (It might have helped that Danny used some doppelgängers too.) 

They are hoping to draw the rogue out of hiding. He’s been suspiciously quiet the last few months. 

“I should have known it was you,” Bruce sighs, “Did it have to be on the Wayne Enterprises building?”

Danny shrugs with a fake innocent smile.

“How can I deny our son?”

Bruce shakes his head, but his lips perk up into a fond smile as he hums. 

“Our son,” he murmurs. “I quite like that.”

Danny snorts.

“Of course you would,” he teases before shooing the man inside their room again. “Now let’s go take a nap — I know you are tired too, you can’t fool me.”

“I changed my mind,” Bruce banters. “I don’t like your bossy side.”

“Too late,” Danny says as he pushes him onto the bed, caging the man inside his arms as he smiles.

His core purrs under his chest as Bruce looks at him with obvious adoration. He leans down and kisses the man, sleep quickly forgotten.

Danny sits down on the pier next to Damian who has his knees tucked under his chin.

“Not enjoying the vacation?” Danny asks softly.

Damian doesn’t really react to hearing his voice other than his eyebrows crinkling and Danny has to hold back a coo at the sight of it — he could never be angry at Damian despite what Ra’s did, the boy was just too much like his father. He hums, contemplating if he should give the boy space or push through his obvious discomfort. 

He decides to do the former — Danny doesn’t know the boy long enough to truly understand him. While he might act similar to Bruce, there is no 28 year old relationship between them. No unbroken trust. He also has a feeling that Damian would find it patronizing if he treated him a child — no matter that he is one. (And how much anger Danny feels at the fact that he grew up having no real childhood.) 

He moves to stand but before he can Damian catches his wrist. Danny freezes, but the boy still doesn’t look him in the eyes as he obviously tries to collect himself. 

“Aren’t you angry?” Damian questions. “At what Mother and Grandfather did? At me?”

“I’m angry about a lot of things,” Danny says, keeping his voice calm. “You’ll have to specify on what.”

Damian frowns, dropping his wrist as he pulls his legs even closer.

“I should have never existed,” he says, voice monotone. “How can I call myself the heir of Father’s mantle, when, if it weren’t for Grandfather’s meddling, I would have never been created?”

Danny takes a deep breath, suppressing the rage welling up in him.

“I know for a fact that your father never regretted taking you in,” Danny says. “He always wanted biological children — yes what your grandfather did was despicable, but you know that Bruce doesn’t blame you, right?”

Damian gulps audibly. 

“Why wouldn’t he regret it?” he questions. “I’m feral, angry and violent. I can’t read social cues and I don’t trust people. I treated Drake and the rest horribly…” His voice breaks. “I’d rather call people by their surnames than admit that they are important to me.”

“You didn’t call me by my surname,” Danny interjects gently.

Damian finally looks up, struggling to keep his composure and the expression in his eyes is something Danny is way too familiar with. He lets out a sigh as he projects his movements, giving Damian enough time to draw back if he doesn’t want to be touched. When he doesn’t even twitch, Danny crouches down and tucks his head into his chest.

“You don’t have to feel guilty,” Danny soothes as the boy breaks down. “No matter what you think you did, I forgive you.”

Damian clutches Danny’s shirt — for the first actually crying and letting it all out. 

“He cried himself out,” Danny whispers as he leans at the door frame, looking at Bruce who strokes through the boy’s hair, where he is settled on their bed. Bruce trembles with barely suppressed fury.

“I should have confronted Ra’s and Talia when I took him in.”

Danny sighs as he crosses his arms. 

“You know that wouldn’t have changed a thing,” he says, walking over to the man and Damian, rubbing Bruce’s shoulder. “Damian would have taken it as an attack on his honor.”

“Then after this vacation-” Bruce's voice rises.

“Bruce,” Bruce closes his mouth at Danny’s tone. “He has made so much progress. Do you really want to set him back?”

Bruce presses his lips together.

“You can accompany him if he wants to do it himself,” Danny adds. “But what he really needs right now is you.”

Bruce lets out a heavy sigh.

“I know,” he accepts. “It's just not fair” He squeezes his eyes close. “Not only did they take away the chance of having my first biological child, but they didn’t even tell me about him until it was almost too late. I never saw his first steps. I never heard his first words. I never held him in my arms when he was a baby.”

Bruce balls his left hand into a fist, gritting his teeth. Danny takes his hand, slowly prying it open and holding it before he can hurt himself, carefully brushing over crescent shaped indents. 

“You saw him making friends for the first time. You heard his first real, happy laugh. You held him, showing him that touch can be something other than violence,” Danny counters. “We can always make new memories.”

Bruce turns, hugging his stomach as he buries his head in it.

“What did I do without you for 22 years?” the man asks and Danny chuckles, blinking back tears.

“I wonder the same.”

They are relaxing on the beach loungers watching over the rest of their family goofing off in the water, splashing each other as they laugh when Danny gets the alert. He frowns as he looks at the contents. Instantly Bruce notices, looking away from Damian who for once also participates — him and Tim teaming up against the rest — knitting his eyebrows together.

“What’s wrong?”

Danny sighs before he forces a smile on his lips. 

“Kingly duty calls,” he lies. “I’ll try to be quick.”

He gives Bruce a quick peck on his lips before he opens a portal, disappearing in it.

It’s only later that the rest of the family realizes that Jason disappeared after he excused himself to get himself a cold glass of water too. 

Both of them only return a day later, covered in blood. 

Bruce’s hands had shook when he saw them, trembling over their forms when he checked them for any injuries. It was only when Danny gave him a smile that he relaxed. 

“It’s not either of our blood,” Danny explains, “Or did you forget that both our blood is contaminated by ectoplasm?”

He grasps Bruce’s both hands, settling one of them over his heart and the other over Jason’s — who surprisingly doesn’t even protest.

“We are fine, Bruce.”

Bruce still clutches both of them close. (He knows what they did, but the only important thing to him is that they are safe.)

“Group hug!” Dick exclaims and runs up to them, quickly forming a cuddle pile as the rest join. 

Danny ruffles Damian’s hair when the boy leans against him. Yes, they are safe. (And nobody will be able to change that — Danny will make sure of it.)

[bunybunn]

Alright the drama continues and somehow it got worse. I'm glad I found a transcript of Dream's video on twitter (by @/NORsevvy here it is if anyone wants to read it) and I want to annalise it a little because I can.

Let's start with the part where he apologised for r-word and if you think about if he did that right after he posted that stupid meme we wouldn't have this drama but that wouldn't be his style.

What icked me immediately what the way he used Tubbo's stream as if through all of it he was agreeing with Dream. Especially since Tubbo actually shared very similar sentiment to Tommy when he talk about how, sure he does agree with the dumb jokes their friends group makes but he still stands by them. Besides using Tubbo as a gotcha didn't sit right with me because let's be honest as much as he is one of Tommy's best mates so is Jack and that guy wasn't as nice when it came to Dream.

After that Dreams moves to Tommy talking about Dream and his friend group being sexist and immediately he skips over the context, which in this case was the George situation and no matter how you saw it they way they talk about the situation by immediately downplaying the accusations didn't make them look good. To add to the irony we learned thanks to Ludwig that, yeah actually Dream did called two different women "whore" and only defended (and not apologise mind you) himself about one of those.

Something that I found interesting is how Dream has tendency to got on the sarcastic rants about "what if there were bad rumours/jokes about you Tommy" as if that was actual genuine argument. All of this only to then to hold the fact Tommy interacted with Dream's friends after the accusations. All of this to then pull the Logan Paul messages to prove how insincere Tommy is... As if it wasn't a case of him losing respect to content creator he looked up.

Another funny bit in my personal opinion is how he showed clip of Tommy say Dream was holding his help over his head and Dream immediately proceeded to do just that by pointing out how they called for hours talking about YouTube with no exceptions(!!! 😮😮😮) and how Tommy at the age of 16 was grateful for it. He is trying very hard to make it seems like the good guy but just by looking at the way he puts is as arguments why Tommy couldn't criticise him or express how Dream made him feel back then very much is giving holding his kindness over other people's head. What makes it worse is the way he takes Tommy owning the fact that he was one of the people who were behind the success of the dream smp because he was the one who started the idea of making stream that have roleplay and plot. Having Dream use it as another gotcha to call Tommy egoistic for it was very dishonest.

Then you have the merch part of the argument and I will be so real there is no argument that wouldn't make selling yours baby photos to fans sound fucking weird. Funny enough Tommy never mentioned Dream's merch company scamming people he simply shared an opinion that he thinks Dream's merch designs are lazy. Additionally notice how Dream took Tommy's words out of context as he was comparing his work on writing a book, doing standup the legit way not relying on his internet popularity and making a proper podcast to Dream just putting out simple standard merch and using very weird ideas to make profits from it. Tommy has been growing and trying new things which yeah I would say are bit more impressive then making the exact same type of videos for years. Perhaps that's why Dream didn't like the video where Tommy was talking about how Internet in fact got worse because that's the Internet Dream is enjoying being stuck in.

Dream still not getting that massaging someone's mom is crossing a boundar despite being told that that's the case by more then one person feels so dishonest especially when he is framing it as if every one are unreasonable... He brought fucking c!Dream reference to prove it and one more clip of younger Tommy praising him as if that somehow made his point more valid.

All that to say that what Tommy felt about the way Dream treated him and how he acted was somehow not as valid as Dream using his response to do a very similar thing. There was a lot of me, me, me in Dream's video without even acknowledging that perhaps he was making other people dislike him with his own actions.

[hyuneskkami]

❪ ⭑ ❫ just a little bit───tsukishima kei.

ꕀ synopsis 𓈒𓈒 a crazy assistant manager/part-time assistant coach + an annoyed blocker on the same volleyball team + only one bed in their hotel room = disaster! (…or maybe not?)

[ ✮ ] masterlist ∿ fem!reader ∿ wc 2.3k ⋆ cw 𓈒𓈒 reader is older than most of the characters (only by a few months). fluff. childhood friends who bicker to lovers. losers in love. no one actually confesses bc they’re both stupid. songfic. both tsukki and reader have glasses. banter. sizzling tension. skinship. cuddling. older!reader x younger!tsukki (age gap is just six months). stray kids and suki waterhouse music mentioned.

ꕀ notes. thin frame glasses wearer tsukki!agenda + jewellery wearer tsukki!agenda <3

[ ✮ ] just a little bit ~ enhypen 𝄢

“god. you’re so insufferable!”

“and you’re kinda stupid! are we complaining? no, we aren’t!”

“who scored higher on last week’s test? hm?”

“…”

“why are you so quiet suddenly? huh?!”

“why do they literally fight like kindergarteners?” suga sighed.

daichi nodded. “we can’t do anything though. she’s our best assistant manager ever, and he’s one of our best blockers. I wish they could get along better.”

“just sit down, guys, please,” asahi begged.

“if you won’t give me the window seat, i’ll just sit on you,” I warned tsukki. he seemed unbothered, as if silently saying ‘as if you’d do that’. his growing smirk was magnificently taunting. “you’ve known me for years, tsukki. you know i’ll do it.” I taunted.

when he didn’t reply, pretending to look out the window of the bus, I shuffled closer and plopped down onto his lap. I felt him freeze below me.

I turned around to face him. “what? didn’t think i’d actually do it? I want the window seat, and i’m not giving it up.”

he looked up at me. his glasses were low on his nose, so I unconsciously pushed them up with one of my fingers. his cheeks were beginning to get dusted in light pink, as he turned away again.

⌞controlling my universe like it’s on my hand… ⌝

“jesus, okay— move— i’ll get up,” he muttered. I breathed out a chuckle of satisfaction, and stood up. I moved out so he could too, and we switched places ending with me in the window seat and a grumbling tsukishima beside me.

“see, I knew you had some sense left in you, kid,” I said, rubbing salt in his wound. he hated when I called him a ‘kid’ just because I was six months older than him.

instead of retorting, he just rolled his eyes and pulled his earphones upto his ears, resuming his music, completely ignoring me. I smirked at the faint blush on the side of his neck.

⌞even people’s hearts seemed to be more obvious yeah...⌝

I took my headphones, reading book and sketchbook out of my bag and tucked it in under my seat after closing every zip.

it was a long bus ride to the training camp in osaka, and I had fallen asleep at some point.

when I woke up, my head was on something soft. I turned a bit to my side to be met with tsukishima’s sleeping face. I realised that our heads had been laying against each other’s.

he still hadn’t woken up, so I put my head back against his, and fell asleep again.

꒰🏐꒱﹒ timeskip ﹒⟢ ⩇⩇:⩇⩇

I was still asleep, when I began hearing some buzzing and some click!s. I opened my eyes to see the karasuno boys gathered around me, snapping pictures. confused, I looked around and realised that tsukishima and I were still resting our heads on the other.

his head now lolled on my shoulder, and I glared at the team. I tapped gently on his head to wake him up.

“tsukki? we’re here,” I whispered. in my periphery, I saw the boys exchanging glances.

“5 more minutes, n/n, please,” he groaned.

“we’re not at home, kei,” I grumbled at him. “we’re at osaka already.”

“wha— oh my god, I forgot about the-” he sat up suddenly. “-training camp.”

“yeah, yeah, get your stuff and let’s move.”

the boys started getting off the bus one after the other, and tsukki and I got down last.

we thanked the bus driver, and followed suga.

“how far do we have to walk?” hinata asked, and everyone ignored him.

noya and I were trailing behind most of them, only tsukki and yamaguchi behind us. we were talking about his receives.

“y/n, didn’t you say you played as a libero for your team? so… could you maybe teach me some of your moves?” he asked, slowly.

“oh, you remember that?” I blushed a little at the thought of him remembering something important to me. “and yeah, of course I can! i’d love to.”

he gave me a small grin. “great, thanks a lot, y/n! do you have any plans for tomorrow?”

“well, tomorrow’s your rest day, right? training starts from the day after, so… i’m pretty much free all day today and tomorrow.”

“then, do you wanna hang out tomorrow? we could go to the nishikonohama beach. apparently there are some beach volleyball matches being held there, this entire week. maybe we could play together!” he jumped around, excited.

“sounds like a plan, noya,” I smiled at him.

I told him about his form when he receives oikawa’s serves, and noya listened intently. he was so passionate about his role in the team, and it showed.

meanwhile, I also felt tsukki’s gaze sharply on the back of my head.

we continued talking to each other, and by the end of our conversation, we had also reached the dorms we were going to be staying at.

“okay, guys, heads up. ukai-san, takeda-sensei, and kiyoko-san arrived two days ago already, so they could start preparing everything, and to meet the other teams’ managers. so, those three already have a room together now.” daichi explained.

“daichi, asahi and I are bunking together. plus we still have one more bed free too,” suga piped in.

“the limit is four people per dorm, so you guys can decide who you want to share with. we have two more rooms left.” daichi finished.

everyone started chattering at the same time.

noya, tanaka, kageyama, and hinata decided on a room together.

“tsukki, as much as I love you, you snore a lot. and I need some sleep tonight. i’ll bunk with you from tomorrow, but today, i’m going with suga-san,” yamaguchi commented, skipping away to the seniors.

tsukishima scrunched his nose cutely, and pretended to be annoyed.

“so that leaves… tsukishima and y/n,” suga said, crossing out names from his paper. “I doubt you two would do anything other than kill each other, so you can bunk together, I suppose.”

“please don’t kill each other, though. you’re both valuable members of the karasuno volleyball club,” daichi pleaded.

the both of us side-eyed each other but nodded anyway, grimacing.

⌞a crack called you in my tiny world...⌝

asahi bought us all our favourite drinks from the vending machine, and then we went to our dorms to unpack. we’d be staying here for two weeks for training.

I took out my jersey and hung it on a hanger, along with my other clothes.

“still taking it with you everywhere, hm?” tsukki’s voice sounded from the bed. I turned to find him smiling fondly. “that’s such a y/n thing to do.”

I raised my eyebrows, and went back to arranging my clothes in the tiny closet. tsukki had already gotten his clothes up on the hangers, leaving me little space.

“are you free tonight?” I suddenly asked, turning to face him again. he inhaled sharply, so I reconsidered. “never— nevermind. forget I asked.” I sighed lightly.

“i’m free, why?” he asked.

“nothing. never mind. it’s not that big of a deal.”

“tell me anyway.”

after a moment of thinking, I finally replied. “there’s a free concert very closeby, and I have entry to the vip side because of a friend and… I just thought it’d be boring to go alone. and the other boys would probably never come, so.”

“…whose concert?” he asked.

“will you come?” I asked, suddenly excited.

“sure, but whose concert is it?”

⌞where everything’s easy with a sincere smile...⌝

“oh. my. god! thank you so much tsukki! i’ll repay you somehow, I promise!” I grinned.

he kept grumbling the whole time we were both getting ready to go to the concert.

we notified daichi and suga, and they told both our coaches too. they let us go with a ‘don’t get kidnapped, you’re our favourite assistant manager, y/n-san’.

꒰🏐꒱﹒ timeskip ﹒⟢ ⩇⩇:⩇⩇

“you brought me to a suki waterhouse concert.” tsukki stated.

“…yes? is there a problem?” I asked, passing it off as nonchalance.

“let me add some words to that sentence: you brought me to a suki waterhouse, and didn’t tell me to change when I showed up wearing this?” he asked, and looked down at himself.

he was wearing black baggy jeans with grey stars patched across them, paired with a plain white shirt and a cat-ear beanie. he got his cross-body bag which had our phones and his earphones in them. he looked… kind of very cute.

“i’m not seeing the problem yet,” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“look at your outfit, and then look at mine,” he grumbled.

I pointed to my black summer dress and leather jacket, with my favourite boots. “still don’t see a problem.”

“you look like a goddess, and I look homeless,” he stated plainly. I burst out laughing, tipping my head back.

I laughed so hard, I was practically crying. I wiped the tears away, and pushed my hair out of my face.

“two lies in the same sentence,” I rolled my eyes at him. “let’s go, kei, come on.” I tugged on his hand, wrapping my fingers around his, dragging him with me.

he stilled for a moment before trailing behind me. his hand was warm under my cold one, balancing it out. his thin fingers gradually wrapped around my own.

⌞you’re a bit different and you still shaking me up...⌝

we reached the vip section, and I showed the vip passes to the security. they let us in, and we walked around trying to find our seat.

hearing some girls whispering nearby, I scoffed and clutched tsukki’s hand tighter.

the concert began, and I couldn’t help but sway to the music. suki’s songs did have a special place in my heart.

𐔌 . ⋮ tsukki’s pov .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ⨾

throughout the concert, I couldn’t help but watch y/n. the way she sang every song. the way her voice hit the right notes, even if she was just casually vibing. the way her smile showed off all her teeth… because the last time I saw that smile was when we were kids.

maybe I did kind of miss the way we used to be: carefree, and thoughtless.

maybe… if we were still like that, I could’ve just told her how I felt about her. how i’ve been feeling about her, for the past six years.

she turned to me, her eyes glittering under the lights. her smile finally reached her eyes as well.

⌞your eyes and the way of talking in style…⌝

I continued watching y/n as she sang. her voice luring me closer, as if she were a siren.

“the skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all.” she looked like she could sing me to my death, and hell, i’d let her.

I spent the entire concert preoccupied looking at her and listening to her. I could never stop thinking about y/n, I suppose.

she looked drowsy and exhausted by the time the concert was over.

“tired?” I asked.

“nah.”

we were walking back to the dorms, since it was quite close.

“you just yawned thrice in under a minute,” I pointed out.

“maybe a little bit,” she said, squinting her eyes, slowly rubbing them from under her glasses.

I took out a cover from my bag, and unwrapped slippers from them.

“you carried my slippers with you?” her eyes widened.

“take off your boots. the hard soles probably hurt.” I guided her to sit down on a nearby bench.

I bent down onto one knee as she sat down. I slowly unlaced her boots and pulled them off, replacing them with her slippers. I placed the boots in the cover, wrapped them up, and put them back in my bag. I got up and dusted my jeans, and looked down at her.

she was looking up at me, siren eyes and all, as if daring me to lose my mind even by looking at her.

⌞oh, it’s like living in a different world…⌝

𐔌 . ⋮ y/n’s pov .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ⨾

I cleared my throat after what felt like an hour of staring up at him, while he looked down quietly.

“we should… get going. yeah,” I said. “thanks.”

he nodded, grabbing my hand gently and pulling me up from the bench.

I had forgotten my earphones at the dorm, and his were already out of battery, so I opened my spotify and played the music out loud.

‘hold my hand’ by stray kids started playing from my phone’s speakers.

I felt tsukki’s eyes on me as I spun around in circles while walking and skipping. well, he could glare all he wanted, or whatever. I don’t care. I think.

well… maybe I do care. a little bit?

by the time we reached the dorms, my playlist was still running, and tsukki was as tired as I was.

we didn’t bother to lock the door, and both of us fell onto the bed after closing the door. the single bed in the entire room, with no other couches. it didn’t really matter though, I suppose, since we’d shared beds lots of times as kids.

I threw my leg and arm around him, and began falling asleep slowly. he turned to face me, and his hand came to rest on my head. his other hand was rubbing circles on my shoulder.

I guess he still remembers how I used to fall asleep.

“good night, n/n. sleep well,” he whispered, and pulled my glasses off gently, followed by his own.

“night, kei. you too.” I was tracing the outline of his jaw and my eyes started drooping; my hands never leaving his face.

oh, how I wish I could pull him closer right then to kiss him.

his arms wrapped tighter around me, and I found myself feeling warm even during the chilliest hours of the night.

⌞baby, regardless of my head, my heart looks after you, after I met you...⌝

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[klara-rosa]

I started re-reading The Song of Achilles today (after many many years!) and I love it just as much now as I did when I first read it like 10 years ago??? More than that maybe???

It is just the most magical, beautiful, meaningful book of prose you can ever read. Every word is written with such care and intention. It is not overly fluffy yet somehow the most romantic text you will ever read. I have always felt that you learn something when you read this book. It stays with you. It has always felt like it leaves an imprint on my heart (which sounds so stupid!) but what I mean is that sometimes a song or a poem or just a simple sentence touches something so purely human inside of you, like the very essence of your own self. And this book has ALWAYS done that to me. I read it and my very being is touched. These sentences are imprinted on my essence.

I read this so long ago and have read so many books since and I have enjoyed many books immensly since, but nothing ever comes close to The Song of Achilles. Nothing. ❤️

[blackbackedjackal]

I don't go here but imagine having a whole ass indie studio make a solid 30 minute pilot of your series for free and you drop the books on the project.

[hamletthedane]

2023 year in review:

[strawberryserpent]

when men give you gifts and it shows they fundamentally do not know who you are as a person

[thediamondarcher]

I watched the red white and royal blue movie and... i absolutely hated it I'm sorry 😭 i would give it like 0.5 stars out of 5 because it's just awful

[haichengtual]

my maths teacher is so nice man

[biddy-biddy-biddy]

maybe i should talk/show more about my oc now that i’m thinking… idk! everyone is doing something for their ocs/self inserts idfkkkk…

like i just made her for funsies like haha what if i’m eltingville also everyone is eltingville/northwest why not do it…

[curiousscallop]

i actually really love when there's friendships in fiction that everyone thinks are actually romantic relationships that the author either accidentally or homophobically failed to make explicit because nothing makes me feel more seen than friends who "act like lovers"

[giantkillerjack]

Me and my wife: *hang out for 6 hours and stay up til midnight talking about our favorite things*

My wife: *leaves to shower and go to bed*

Me, 2 minutes later: *picks up phone to text her about the new movie trailer I just watched*

[stuffnonsenseandotherthings]

I refuse to have any expectations about Only Friends before I watch it apart from "I'm going to enjoy this". No thoughts about themes, topics, style, characters, impact, no nothing because I don't want to find myself in a position where I've weighted it down so much with my own expectations that it will never be able to meet them, no matter how good it is.

I'll take it as it comes, not as I dreamt it to be.

[britneyshakespeare]

I don't even think of David Copperfield as a Victorian novel. I think of it like it's the Peanuts or the Simpsons

[lemuel-apologist]

reading little women when i was ten was a weird experience, because i absolutely despised alcott's writing, but jo was one of the few characters i truly saw myself in at the time