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hiraethwrote · 17 days ago

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A TICKET IN YOUR NAME

pairing : tobio kageyama x f!reader summary : the charity auction you're in charge of is closing in, and there's still a ticket reserved in his name. your executives are on your neck about wanting a clear answer if the pro player will be able to attend - with no regards for the fact that you broke up three months ago cw : pro player!kageyama, break up, post-timeskip, reader wears a dress, angst, bittersweet, heavy yearning, regret, slight profanity, lowkey self indulgent lol, no use of y/n word count : 5.8k

“Kageyama? Hey, it’s me.”

A ray of cold ran down his spine as your all too familiar voice rang in his ear, tearing painfully at his heart from the first syllable. God, how he had missed those melodic vibrations he now only heard in his dreams.

When the unknown number popped up on his phone screen, his first instinct was to let it go straight to voicemail. But for whatever reason, the voice in the back of his mind told him he should pick it up — he definitely didn’t expect to be greeted with the unforgettable tone of your voice, causing his heart to bang against its cage.

And you had called him Kageyama, instantly pulling out the amateur stitching he had applied to the tears in his heart.

It made him feel a little sick, his last name sounding foreign on your tongue. You never did that, because he hadn’t allowed it. When it came to you, he wanted to be close, intimate, especially since distance came so naturally to all of his relationships. And one thing that separated you from the rest, you called him Tobio.

Or you used to.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything-“

“No,” he said a little too quickly. “No, you’re good.”

“I’m just gonna cut to the chase-“ the sentence came to an abrupt halt when he swore he heard you take a sharp breath, as if you had to contain deep emotions that threatened to overtake your sense of calm. “Management keep bugging me about your ticket for the charity auction.”

“Right,” he said it so quietly he wasn’t entirely sure the microphone picked it up.

“I don’t even know if you’re in town then,” lie — a complete and utter fabrication to try and convince him, but also yourself, that you weren’t still hung up on the past — like you didn’t have his schedule for the next seven months logged into your phone, knowing very well he was in fact still available that evening. “But the ticket is still reserved in your name, and I promised my executives I would provide them with a clear answer if you were attending or not.” Again you cut yourself off, a shaky breath traveling the line, something he had learned long ago was a clear indicator that you were fighting back tears. “Told them I’d have an answer by the end of the week.”

Of course he hadn’t forgotten about the auction — you had stressed about it for months even before you broke up, being in charge of putting the whole event together. The red circle in his calendar marking the date kept coming closer and closer, and he had wondered if you would reach out to ask about it — now he had his answer.

“I’m in town,” he muttered simply, closing his eyes as he just waited for your voice to return.

“Look, I don’t want to pressure you into attending or anything. If it’ll make you uncomfortable, I’m sure I’ll figure something out-“

“It won’t make me uncomfortable.” He was a little surprised by how soft his voice came out, but it was true — he would never be uncomfortable around you. “Next Saturday, right?”

“You remembered?”

“Got it circled.”

“Figured.” Silence swallowed the conversation, and it felt so unnatural. It was only with you he was able to engage in a conversation that flowed like a peaceful stream. He had been deprived of that privilege for so long, and his strangling feelings were slowly piling up inside him, weighing heavy on his heart.

He could picture you so clearly, down to the smallest detail. Right now you were probably sat behind your desk in your office, resting your forehead in the palm of your hand. And if he was still able to interpret your behaviour correctly, simply based on your tone, he suspected there were salty pools welling up in your eyes, threatening to spill over any second.

At this hour, you were probably left alone in the company building, everyone else having gone home already. And he pictured you were longing to go home too, so you could change out of the boring corporate attire he knew you hated with a fiery passion. The second you were to set foot inside your apartment, you would walk straight for your closet to put on your favourite slacks — maybe, if you hadn’t thrown them out already, you would wear his old hoodie as well. “They feel like home,” you always used to say before melting into the piece of clothing that was too big for you.

It was most likely a naive fantasy, but Tobio liked to toy with the image nonetheless.

You stole his attention from his spiralling when you sighed, shifting the entire tension of the conversation into something more serious, deprived from emotion. “Black tie event. Prepare for press, the company won’t be shy about any notable names. Pro player Kageyama Tobio is one of those names. Just let me know where you’re staying, and we’ll send a car to take you to the location.”

The business voice had taken the phone call hostage, barely recognising the voice on the other end of the line. The only time you used it for not work related occasions was when you were mad at him...

“Great, thank you.”

A beat of silence. “Again, sorry to bother you. I know it’s late.”

“It’s fine. You couldn’t… bother me.”

It felt awkward now. The ice was broken, the no-contact had failed, and now neither of you wanted to let go despite not being able to find any words to feed the conversation.

For a split second Tobio was overcome with courage, having to clear his throat before he opened his mouth, “hey, how are you-“

“I’ll see you next Saturday.” His attempt was shut down instantly, rushing to hang up after blurting out your goodbyes.

Your phone hit the desk with an obnoxious rattle before your hands came flying to cover your face, aggressive sobs tumbling past your lips.

Even though you missed him, his voice, the comfort he provided, you just did not have the strength it required to indulge in casual conversation with him. It hurt too much.

Time heals all wounds — what a load of bullshit, because here you sat, three months after the most earth shattering heartbreak you had ever experienced and it still served as an aching gash in your life.

Since that horrid night, you had delved head first into work to distract yourself as best as you could. It had been a privilege to be able to fill your time so you could ignore dealing with the issue at hand — a privilege you had taken for granted as your sobs filled the vacant space of your lonely office.

In less than two weeks, you would be forced to look him in the eyes again. You had to paint your face with a smile, smother your sorrows for the sake of the company as he was expected to stay at your side for the evening.

You weren’t sure you’d be able to pull this one ashore after all.

As promised, a fancy black car had pulled up exactly at the time you had texted him.

The entire car ride was spent in a one sided conversation, where the driver tried to initiate polite small talk only to be met with quiet sounds that barely confirmed Tobio was even listening.

He was too busy trying to plant his feet back on the ground, nerves traveling his body from head to toe. Every ten seconds he tilted his head to check his phone just in case you had sent him any further information about tonight that he needed to be aware of. He was left disappointed every time when there never appeared a notification with your name attached.

Sooner rather than later, flashing lights surrounded the car and he knew they had reached the destination.

This was a part of the job he had never gotten used to, and some part of him would probably always struggle with the attention that came with his career path.

Reluctantly stepping out of the car, he braced himself for the overwhelming noice of the press shouting to grab is attention.

It was only so much his PR training sufficed. He would wave awkwardly, try to smile and present himself as nicely as possible so his managers wouldn’t be on his neck about the bad impression he’d given off — but no amount of training was able to calm his nerves.

Only you did that.

Whenever he had to make public appearances, you were the one to help his feet back on the ground and remind him it wasn’t scary. You would lace your fingers with his, gently press your body against his side with such grace. And you would look at him, your eyes whispering quiet affirmations; you’re doing great, okay? I’m with you every step of the way.

Deprived of your safety, he was overthinking every move he did. Was it obvious how fake the small tilt of his lips were? Who was he kidding, they probably didn’t even see what was his attempt at a smile. Was the outfit okay? Had he picked out the wrong outfit, showing up underdressed to your special night? No, he had purposely chosen a safe option, one he knew you liked. Was his steps towards the entrance too slow? No wait, shit- now he was walking too fast.

He couldn’t be too sure he had been able to pull off the image his managers wanted, but he had at least gotten himself through the doors of the venue.

He had no time to react before he was approached by a neatly dressed individual with a clipboard in her hands. “Mr. Kageyama? Follow me.”

Croaking a quiet ‘okay’, Tobio didn’t know what else to do than do as she said, eventually ending up in a secluded, yet spacious hallway. There were only a few people scattered about, all seemingly rather busy.

Then his eyes landed on a familiar frame that he would recognise any time and any place, forever burned into his memory. Your bare back facing him, phone to your ear as frustration pulled your shoulders high.

Everything else seemed to disappear when he heard your voice, “no, no, it’s supposed to be four-“ you spun around, and the sentence died instantly once your eyes automatically locked with his.

He fell for the temptation, trying to be as subtle as possible as he let his eyes travel you up and down. You were breathtaking, all dolled up in a floor length, satin gown in deep maroon. There was a shy slit in your skirt, and your exposed arms were decorated with the prettiest jewlery.

But what had his breath catch in his throat was the familiar pendant resting right on the centre of your chest — the dainty necklace he recognised as his gift for you for your first anniversary.

“Mr. Kageyama, as requested,” the stranger said before hurrying away to attend other tasks.

“Just… I trust you’ll be able you fix it,” you spoke softly into the phone before hanging up, never breaking eye contact.

He swallowed the lump in his throat that had formed the moment he had seen you again, “hey.”

“Hi,” you said weakly, your nerves driving you to pull at your own fingers. The action captured his eyes which instantly had you hide your hands behind your back. You knew all too well what was running through his mind at the moment, having a nearly primal desire to interrupt it.

One could cut the tension with a knife, thick and suffocating, with so many lingering feelings resting in the prolonged eye contact.

You reached within yourself, closing your eyes for a second to force away your uneasiness. Once they opened, and met his again, all evidence of previous sentiments were gone and replaced with business. Your shoulders lowered slightly, arms moving in front of you again and your entire stance straightening with a newfound sense of confidence.

“Great! You picked a good outfit,” was the nicest compliment you were able to pay him without completely succumbing to the sadness that was walking a fine line, ready to overtake you at any second. “It’s perfect for the evening.”

He tilted his head forward bashfully to hide the small smirk of amusement that formed at his lips because he knew you were being modest in your observations. It wasn’t unintentional that he’d put on the all black, three piece suit you had helped him purchase when he was first signed.

It seemed like a lifetime ago now, but he remembered how you had gladly joined him when he was in such a desperate need for a formal wear he could pull out on special occasions. He would never forget how your lips had parted and eyes widened when he came out in that suit, unable to peer your eyes off of him. He’d watched as you had actively swallowed the lump in your throat before nodding in approval, rather enthusiastically.

“Glad to hear it,” he sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “You look great, by the way. But that’s no surprise.”

For a split second your front wavered with a weak smile. You wouldn’t allow the fragility to settle — you could not afford that tonight, of all nights.

You spun on your heel, walking down the hall in the opposite direction. Tobio didn’t hesitate to follow.

“They’re opening the doors for the other guests very soon, and in roughly twenty minutes I have to go up on stage to welcome everyone. The auction will start shortly after that.” You stopped abruptly outside a huge door, nearly causing him to crash into you. Resting your hand on the handle, he watched how it clenched around the metal. “I’ll find you after. You’re technically still my da-… my plus one.”

Without sparing him another look, you simply opened the door and entered the ballroom, leaving the word ‘date’ hang unfinished in the air.

How had the two of you gotten to this point?

His future used to be so clear — he saw his entire life headed in a direction he had never dared to dream of, based on the fear of its unlikelihood. You brought safety and comfort to his life, which had grown somewhat turbulent after garnering some fame within the world of athletes — no matter how things turned out, it would be okay, because he still had you.

But now he had to control how he didn’t let his gaze linger for too long, because it could be crossing a boundary that previously didn’t exist. He had to hold his tongue so he didn’t bombard you with all the affection he still had for you, because that wasn’t his job anymore.

Slowly but surely, the ballroom started to fill up with an assortment of characters, all ready to spend their money on the extravagant auction. Tobio found himself standing awkwardly in the same spot you left him, along the outskirts of the growing crowd, feeling beyond uncomfortable.

And though he knew he should mingle, all he was able to do was let his eyes follow you when you eventually made your way onto the stage. The music came to a slow stop, the crowd calmed down and everyone’s eyes were on you.

To everyone else, you probably seemed in control of yourself, confident even — but Tobio was still able to read you like a book, rarely having seen you as nervous as right now. Your smile was bright, but very clearly forced as your eyes roamed the audience frantically.

Suddenly you looked at him, meeting his eyes that were always so soft — a feature that somehow always caught you a little by surprise. He was often so stoic, his eyebrows always just slightly tilted in a frown. But his eyes betrayed his cold exterior, conveying a tenderness you had never really seen in anyone else.

With the familiar safety of his gaze, your breathing evened out and shoulders relaxed, which he noticed. He flashed you a small smile before giving you a reassuring nod, telling you there was nothing to be scared of — because after everything, he would still catch you if you were to fall.

Exhaling deeply, you started the welcome speech, your smile now genuine. He followed every single word that fell from your lips with immense professionalism, and every once in a while when your eyes found him in order to ground yourself, his heart would skip a beat.

“Once again, thank you all for attending and I hope you all enjoy the evening.” The crowd erupted into polite applause while you walked down from the stage gracefully.

“You did great,” Tobio breathed as you had joined him again.

“Thank god,” you sighed. “That speech has kept me awake all week.”

“No, it was good. Very professional.” You turned to look at him, a beautiful smile painting your lips as old habits steered your hand for his face.

When you realised what you were about to do, your face fell, hand freezing inches before making contact with his cheek. In all the stress of being up on that stage with everyone’s eyes glued on you, you had forgotten the nerves caused by your ex boyfriend.

It had just come so naturally to you, to caress his cheek. It was a gesture you always did whenever he would come with one of his simple compliments.

“Sorry,” you whispered, quickly retracting your hand.

“No, no, it’s okay,” he stuttered sadly. Tobio had held his breath from the moment he’d noticed your hand raise from your side.

He had frozen still once he realised what was about to happen in hopes that if he didn’t move, you would continue in your trance and he’d eventually feel your flesh pressed against his face. He’d been deprived of the sensation for so long, and he was left disappointed when the feeling never arrived.

Was this how the evening was going to play out? Standing beside each other for hours in an awkward and unnatural silence, both too scared to do anything in fear of offending the other?

Tobio wanted to say something, but small talk had never been his strong suit — that was always your area of expertise, fill the void with chatter so no one was left feeling uncomfortable.

“You planning to bid on anything?” It was as if you had been able to read his mind, saving him from his ever spiralling mind.

“No, not really,” he said simply. “You?”

He turned to look at you, feeling a sense of relief as you let out a small snicker, observing how the auction was about to start.

“I may be in charge of this entire thing, but that doesn’t mean I have the money to get any of the things they’ve put up,” you sighed. “That trip to the Maldives looking really good right now, though.”

For a split second, Tobio heavily considered putting all his money on that trip for you. He imagined being able to walk beside you along the crystal blue shores of the Maldives, peace and relaxation washing over you to the point where you would finally have the time to take proper breaths.

But it was but a mere dream, only a reality in the depths of his mind where he was allowed to fantasise that you were still his.

For the next three hours, you stood side by side as you witnessed all the luxuries items being auctioned off one by one. Every once in a while you would shoot a casual comment in hopes it would lighten the looming cloud that hung over you — it remained persistent.

It didn’t go unnoticed, how the tension in your shoulders never completely evaporated. Even when your bosses came to shower you with praise for all the hard work you’d done, or when you were updated on the insane sum of money that would be donated, your shoulders remained permanently raised half an inch.

He could only suspect it was his presence that caused the strain. Maybe it had been a bad idea of him to attend.

In hindsight he could see how it was nothing short of selfish — because what other reason for attending would he have than only wanting to see you again? He didn’t serve any more purpose than decoration. His name wasn’t even among the most noticeable, so it wasn’t like he brought any more traction to the event than it already had.

Maybe it would be best if he just bolted, let you be able to enjoy what could be considered your evening. You should be proud, celebrate the success of your hard work.

As the auction had slowly evolved into a party, several pairs had decided to move along to the beautiful rhythm that filled the ballroom. Tobio would shoot shy glances towards you, spotting how you were staring longingly at the dance floor.

“You want to dance?”

“What?”

Shit — he hadn’t meant to blurt it out. He genuinely thought the question simply floated in his mind to entertain his fantasy. Seemed like his subconscious had more power than he thought when the words slipped past his lips.

And now you were stood ogling him in shock, arms wrapped around yourself as you were visibly trying to comprehend his question.

He cleared his throat, trying to find the confidence he used to have with you once upon a time. “Would you like to dance?” He asked again, voice steadier than he would have anticipated.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you considered his request. “Okay,” you whispered, his heart skipping a beat.

This was not the time to let his confidence waver, offering his elbow like a gentleman, holding his breath as he waited for you to hook your arm with his.

Stood in the middle of the dance floor facing each other, you tried to calm your rapid breathing as you waited for him to take the lead.

With slight hesitation you placed your right hand on his shoulder. And it seemed like he picked up on the reluctance in your movements, because his right hand grabbed a hold of yours to have it stretched out — reminding you how big they were compared to yours.

But when you felt his left hand make contact with your bare back, you couldn’t help but draw a sharp breath, igniting memories you had so sorely tried to forget.

In the dead of night, when it seemed like the two of you were the only people left in the world, he would place his lips tenderly along your back, pulling soft giggles from you as his breath tickled you when it brushed against your skin.

And now his warm hand was resting within the ghost of those kisses, reminding you not only of the private and intimate moments shared together, but also just how gentle he was with you.

To say Tobio was a little rough around the edges was an understatement. He could definitely be crass, tone bordering on cruel when talking to someone, despite having no ill intentions whatsoever. His face was nearly permanently stamped with a frown, seemingly always in a bad mood to the untrained eye.

The Tobio people saw on court was also ruthless. Always giving it his all, whether if it was his calculated sets or his powerful serves — he never showed his opponents mercy.

But the second a match was over, and he was reunited with you, all edge seemed to disappear. Same strong hands that had recently performed fiercely on the court, would now cup your face with utmost care while you shied away from prying eyes.

Same tender touch was pressed lovingly against your back in this very moment — and it felt so safe. The security he always supplied in his embrace came to show so easily. Taking care of you was second nature to him, even now after everything.

“Never known you to be a dancer,” you said carefully as he started to take the lead, moving surprisingly graciously along to the music.

“I’m full of surprises,” he dared to joke with the faintest smirk.

“Never known you to be a guy of surprises either,” you quipped, having his smirk stretch a little wider.

He turned to scan the other couples, leaving you to just admire him.

He really was beautiful, and he didn’t even seem to be the slightest bit aware of the fact. When going about his day, he never brought attention to himself so it was easy to forget — until it struck you like lightning from clear skies, suddenly and all at once.

“You’ve outdone yourself tonight,” he breathed, shifting his attention back to your face. It caught you off guard, your cheeks heating up with embarrassment, scared he caught you in your admiration.

“You really think so?”

“Definitely. I’m really impressed.” Again you had his heart skip a beat, when for the first time this evening, you flashed him a wide and genuine grin.

“Thank you.”

“Then again-“ he began, a little scared to continue when you raised your eyebrows in curiosity. “You’ve always been impressive.”

Finally your stress released. Your shoulders lowered and you relaxed in his arms, a softness in your features he had been waiting to reunite with.

This was Tobio — the person you had shared countless conversations about all and nothing with, who knew you inside out. There wasn’t any reason for it to be uncomfortable. Why not make the best out of the situation?

“Volleyball’s going great, I hear,” you breathed, a newfound, though a little unsteady, contentment in your voice.

He nodded slowly, “yeah, you could say that,” a shameless smile of pride curling his lips upwards.

“Bet you can see the end of the road to being the best, now?”

“Staring to spot it,” he mused, acting a lot more humble than you were used to.

“Only Oikawa ahead of you now. Heard he’s still considered to be a remarkable setter-“

“Oh, shut up,” he said with a roll of the eyes, your words trailing into soft giggles.

“You know I’m just kidding. I’ve known you to be the best all along,” you said softly, slowly melting into his embrace more and more by the second.

And by the way he was looking at you right now, with a sense of safety that would always make you feel some sort of belonging, no matter what, you’d never be entirely lost when with Tobio.

It seemed like he felt it too. So many shared moments was coming back to him when being allowed to gaze into your eyes again, especially after all this time — he was scared he might end up spiralling if he let himself sink too deep in the familiar comfort of you.

You couldn’t help but flinch when he broke the eye contact, clearing his throat when he once again observed the surrounding crowd. “Do you think…”

“Do I think what?”

“Do you think they’ll write about this?” He scoffed, nodding in the direction of the not so subtle press who had very clearly been snapping pictures of you.

You shrugged. “I’m not worried,” you breathed, “we were never really public enough to be prolific, were we?”

The soft sound of your nervous chuckle drew his attention right back to you. He shouldn’t be too surprised that something as simple as the sound of your laugh and the twinkle in your eye could threaten to have him fall back in again — he knew he was weak. He felt it every day, with every beat of his heart, how it pulled at him to return to you.

You were dangerous that way, both to him and yourself. Your eyes would always betray you when they were staring at him, your devotion clear as day. It was always simmering just below the surface no matter how far apart you were.

“Besides, I mean, I am really just some nobody working behind the scenes in some big company. I’m no one really cares about-“

A frustrate groan shot past his teeth, spotting how his eyebrows narrowed in the angle he so often sported. “You’ve never been a nobody.” He drew a breath, a distinctly sharp one, his lips drawing in a thin line as he churned what words to say next. “You’re more than a nobody. You’re more than a somebody. You matter. You’re the only one who matters.” His voice was stern, but surprisingly calm — which only made it worse.

You couldn’t wrap your head around how he managed to serve such insanely deep and powerful declaration as it was nothing. It was like he had no idea what kind of weight his words carried, no regard for what impact it might have on you.

And there was a very simple explanation to that — because to him it was nothing. It was just the truth, which always came easy to him.

He noticed the inner corners of your eyebrows tighten, painting your face with sorrow as the corner of your lips drooped south.

“There were reasons, right? Reasons we broke up?” He asked carefully. As his volume lowered, he tilted his head forward, bringing him so painfully close.

Your sad eyes flittered between his, his crystal pools of blue that always enforced the intensity of his messages, and you began to think.

When you could feel his love still pulsating off of him, and his slightly calloused thumb sending sparks throughout your body as it subconsciously moved back and forth in soft swipes along your spine, it was hard to remember any one reason for why things ended at all.

“Yeah,” you sighed solemnly, nodding slowly, “yeah, I’m sure there was.”

The deep breath he took brushed against your face, and you had to swallow the little sob that harboured deep in your throat. “Do you miss it?”

You instantly knew what he really asked — did you miss him — the real meaning wasn’t hard to deduce, Tobio had always been horrible at hiding his real intentions.

“Sure, some days more than others,” your voice cracked slightly. It was only for a faint second, but it flashed across his face how it wasn’t necessarily the answer he wanted, a hint of anger threatening to scrunch his face. But it evaporated as quickly as it had appeared. “It’s not easy, if that’s what you’re really asking.”

“You see right through me, huh?” It sounded as he was attempting to pull the mood up, but when there was no rise in his tone nor an optimistic twitch in his expression, he failed miserably.

“Well, still know you better than I know myself.”

Silence fell between you, still letting the safety of his arms guide you along to the symphonies that filled the ballroom. You were so close to falling in, completely surrender to the serenity you knew would come over you if you just gave in.

“You know, if there was something I did, I am really sor-“

“Can we pretend?” You cut him off. “Just for tonight, can we just forget everything and pretend?”

His lips parted in surprise. Your antsy nerves creeped back into your body when he slowly pulled back, certain he would turn the request down.

And he knew he should. In a matter of seconds, the healing you’d both gone through up until this point would be undone. But he wasn’t strong enough, especially after having been at war with that antagonising devil on his shoulder all night. With your request egging it on, he was going to let it win.

“Okay,” he whispered, straightening his posture.

With the blink of an eye, you had turned it all off. A smile adorned your lips before simply inching closer to rest your cheek against his chest, reunited with the sound of his heartbeat that you were so used to falling asleep too.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt him rest his cheek on the crown of your head, his limbs squeezing you just a little tighter, as if it was somehow going to prevent you from slipping away when the evening came to a close.

You had expected it to pick up its pace, beat like a hummingbird — but it was steady.

Maybe his heart was finally beating steady, after stuttering in his chest for months, lost as it tried to find back to its purpose. And now it had been reunited with it, instantly recognising the euphoria and quickly settling into its supposed rhythm.

Bittersweet — that was how it felt. You were allowing yourself to completely bask in the comfort of Tobio. You hadn’t felt such contentment and rest since the split, and it felt nice to breathe calmly for once.

But he was still your ex, and it would come to an end eventually, again going your separate ways.

Those were sorrows for tomorrow.

You allowed yourself to dance with him, your tears quietly wetting the fabric of his jacket until the evening came to an end.

Looming in the shadow of the auctions success was a sight no one had expected to see.

She’s the cute face behind the whole event, having worked countless hours to pull it all together for it to turn out the way it did, and it’s safe to assume she is probably thrilled with the sum they were able to rake in for the sake of a good cause.

However, you’re probably reading her name and finding it awfully familiar — but you can’t seem to understand why; there’s no reason for you to know the name of some random employee at a big shot company. The name probably rings a bell because she is better known as the ex girlfriend of star player Kageyama Tobio, seemingly home in Japan for a visit. Was the reason for his unexpected return solely to attend the big evening of a special ex-someone?

During their time together, they rarely made headlines as they were notorious for keeping their relationship private. But once the handsome Ali Roma setter became available, people were quick to show their interest.

Though we were not lucky enough to be of attendance at the charity auction, we’ve gotten our hands on exclusive pictures from the night. Not only were they spotted together for the majority of the evening, these photos show they didn’t seem shy when sharing a rather intimate moment on the dance floor.

One can start to speculate if the corporate sweetheart has once again swooned the sought after Kageyama.

Fret not, because we got a rare statement from the woman of the hour, and she says : “I have nothing but respect and adoration for Kageyama, but-“

Tobio shut the magazine, unable to finish the article.

tags : @hiraethwa ﾉ @shouyuus (hope you dont mind i added you love)

an : dedicated to tobio nation <3 lets go with the angst, it is obvi what i love. idk if you guys picked it up, but to me it's sooooo clear where my writers block started to disappear lol comments and reblogs is much appreciated

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willowsnook · 21 days ago

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When Love is Left Unspoken pt. 3 (MV)

max verstappen x reader

tags: @shelbyteller @formulaal @maluzets55 @dying-inside-but-its-classy @what-a-curated-mess @anilovessadbooks @how-what-why-huh @abbyandersonstargirl

pt. 1, pt. 2

After Brazil, you flew back to New York to catch up on brand content and the stack of books waiting for you. It was a rainy afternoon when just after filming your October reads, your phone pinged. Max was streaming. You'd turned the notifications back on after Austin but hadn’t actually tuned in.

Setting up your phone in the kitchen, you half-listened to him playing Minecraft as you started dinner. Then you heard him say your name, and you froze.

“Lots and lots of questions about y/n, I see. I’m trying to win her back, guys, so I need your help. Any suggestions?”

You smiled as you scanned the chat comments.

Move to NYC

Let her drive your F1 car

Fly her out to all your races

Propose

With a grin, you couldn’t resist joining the fun. Typing quickly, you sent a comment that lit up the chat.

Y/N: $500 worth of books is a good first step, I think.

The next morning, your doorman called. “I need you to come down and get these packages. There are way too many.”

Confused, you walked downstairs—only to be met with a pile of Barnes & Noble boxes and realization hit. Back in your apartment, you opened them to find 25 books from your Goodreads “want to read” list. Your heart swelled.

Y/N: Max! This was too much!

MV: Nothing is too much when it comes to you.

Later that day, you went live on Instagram, answering questions. Predictably, most were about Max. Your fans were torn, with some excited at the idea of you two rekindling and others still wary.

“Look, I get it. He did me dirty, but it’s complicated. It’s easy to say I shouldn’t even consider this, but we have 15 years of history. He’s… still my Max.”

A comment caught your eye.

Maxverstappen1: Glad to know I still have a chance.

The chat erupted, and before long, gossip accounts were tagging you in posts speculating on your relationship.

That evening, you were winding down with a glass of wine, just about to turn on the Thursday Night Football game, when there was a knock at your door. With a sigh, you shuffled to answer it, already irritated by the interruption—until you opened the door to find Max standing there.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, surprised.

“Oh, I was just in the area,” he said casually, his eyes gleaming, though you spotted a duffel bag at his feet.

“In the area? With your luggage?”

“Mmmhmm.” He grinned as you laughed, letting him in. He set his bag on the counter and pulled you into a warm hug, resting his head on top of yours.

“We’re supposed to be taking it slow, Max,” you reminded him, your voice muffled against his chest.

“Whatever, schatje.” He rolled his eyes as you led him to the couch. He plopped down beside you, lifting your legs onto his lap, and you couldn’t help but relax into the moment.

“How long are you staying?” you asked as he pretended to watch the game.

“Until Monday, if that’s okay.”

“And you just assumed I’d drop everything to host you?” you teased.

“Yeah,” he replied, turning back to the screen.

“Ugh, you’re impossible.”

He smirked. “Cheer up, schatje. I got us tickets to the Bills game on Sunday so you can see your team. And I get to see Daniel.”

Your face lit up. “Daniel’s going to be there?”

He narrowed his eyes, a hint of jealousy flickering. “Yeah. Don’t act too excited.”

You laughed, entwining your fingers with his, grateful for these small, familiar moments.

The next two days were spent showing Max around NYC, and you started to fall back into your old habits with him. He refused to let go of your hand anytime you were walking somewhere, and you felt his eyes on you everywhere you went.

It was Saturday night, and you were waiting for a table outside of a restaurant, watching as Max took a selfie with a younger fan.

“Is that your girlfriend? She’s pretty,” the young girl said, and you blushed. Max shot you a big smile.

“She is pretty, but not my girlfriend. She will be soon,” he replied, and the girl giggled.

Max led you to your table with one hand resting on your lower back. You’d chosen one of your favorite Italian restaurants, and you're eager to put a nice bottle of wine on his tab, of course.

Sitting across from him, you felt nervous at the intimacy of the setting. His eyes were swimming with emotions of the past and where you were now.

“I want to hear everything that has happened to you since I last saw you in Australia,” he said inquisitively. You took a sip of your wine before diving in.

You told him about your channel growing and getting famous guests on the podcast. How you’d moved to New York a year ago for a change of scenery but still visited back home often. You told him about your friends who had started getting married and having kids, but you weren’t jealous of them; you were very content in your life. You described NYC at Christmas and how the first time you experienced it, you felt like you were in a different world. He listened as you mentioned a few guys you had briefly dated, and he was pleased to hear that none of them had worked out.

Finishing up your monologue, you meet Max’s gaze and notice the lingering sadness in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” You asked concerned.

“I’m just thinking about all the stuff I missed,” he admitted, looking down. “All the stuff I should have been there for. How could you ever forgive me?”

His eyes glistened, and you thought for a moment before replying.

“Because I want to believe that the Max of the past is still there,” you said softly. “You broke me down, but I survived and kept going. As much as it hurt, good came out of it. Maybe we needed time to be away from each other to grow up. I don’t know if I can ever forget what happened, Max, but I can try and forgive.”

He reached across the table to grab your hand, “I don’t deserve you.”

“You definitely don’t,” you teased, trying to lighten the mood.

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The next day, you bundled up in your Bills gear and headed off to meet up with Daniel before the game. He was supposedly at some random person’s tailgate, so you and Max wove through the hoards of people to get to him. Watching Max in this environment was very amusing as it was just another world of people; not a single person had stopped him to ask for a picture.

“Hey man,” Max greeted Daniel, pulling him into a hug. “Enjoying retirement?”

“I get to do this now, so of course,” Daniel joked before turning to you.

“What’s up y/n? It’s been a while,” he said, eyebrows raised, and you knew a million questions were running through his mind. He had been Max’s teammate for a little while back then, so you knew him well.

“It has,” you agreed. More and more people joined the tailgate, and you could tell Max was getting on edge.

You were conversing with Scotty and Daniel when you grabbed Max’s hand, pulling him closer to you to ease his discomfort. He took your invitation, sliding behind you with his arms wrapped around your chest, his head resting on the top of yours. Daniel gave him a big smirk, and you rolled your eyes, moving your hands up to hold on to Max’s.

Max had no idea what was happening during the whole game but he still enjoyed watching you get so excited. The way your face lit up in excitement was something he was committing to memory, hoping he would get that same look from you soon enough.

After the game, you walked back to your apartment, the city lights twinkling as you strolled through the crisp November air. Max kept your hand firmly in his, his thumb brushing against your knuckles in a way that made your heart race.

Inside, you set your things down, still buzzing from the excitement of the game. Max shrugged off his jacket, glancing around the apartment as though trying to memorize every detail.

He looked over at you, his expression softening. "You know, this place really suits you."

You smiled. "Thanks. It finally feels like home."

There was a pause, a comfortable silence settling between you. Then, he spoke again, his voice laced with a vulnerability you rarely heard from him. "I want you to come to the Netherlands with me for the holidays. I know it’s a lot to ask, but I’d love for you to see my family again and… just, maybe, have you close."

You looked at him, surprised. His gaze was steady, unwavering, but there was a hint of nervousness in his eyes. You could see he was waiting for an answer, for you to trust him again enough to take this step.

“Max…” You hesitated, your mind racing. A part of you was scared of what it would mean to spend Christmas with him and his family—to be a part of his life again. But then you looked at him, really looked at him, and saw the man who had always been there, in some way, over the years.

A smile crept onto your face. “Alright. I’ll come.”

His face lit up in a way you hadn’t seen in a long time. He pulled you into his arms, kissing your forehead softly. "You have no idea how happy that makes me."

You laughed, suddenly feeling warm and at ease. "I guess we’ll see how much Dutch I remember."

As he held you close, you knew that whatever lay ahead, you were ready to see where this new chapter with him would lead.

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen

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I still haven’t recovered from saturday, the evening has just been going round and round in my head for days and I still cant actually believe it happened.

I’ve got a ticket for the streaming of Here In America and I’ve just watched the first 20 minutes which is not helping me to calm down at all 😅 When the play starts and Shaun first appears, that was the side I was sitting on just a few seats away from him and my brain was like OH MY GOD HE’S REAL

#I was not prepared for how beautiful he’d be in real life #he often sat on one of the benches with his back to me and I got to admire his curls..and his back #I promise I will calm down eventually lmao #shaun evans #here in america

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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 10 months ago

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02/09/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Day 30 in the Gravy Basket; Cast & Crew Lovely Letters; Resources; Starfury Convention; Astrodglide Fic/Pic Week 18+; New Watchparties; People of Earth; Wrecked; SchadenFreude; Coyote Vs Acme; Articles; Morale; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika

Day 30 in the Gravy Basket. (FYI Long Post is LOOONG today was a very busy and long day) Well we made it folks, we made it to one month since Max cancelled OFMD and we're still going strong. Some CRAZY stuff has happened since then and some of our crew put together some fun lists of what's happened.

Thank you to @gheyandwoke on twitter for these memes:

And that's not even everything that happened! So just remember, when it feels like it's been way too damn long, A LOT has happened

== Cast & Crew Lovely Letters ==

For Valentine's Day we've set up a Kudos board for our cast & crew of OFMD! (it's on an unlimited version so make as many posts as you'd like!) You can send pictures, gifs, videos, or just text, and we'll be sharing it to them on valentine's day across as many platforms as we can.

== Resources ==

One of our crew members, Lady Penni, aka @Pellington21 on twitter was kind enough to send in a HUGE list of Positive Critic Quotes to the Repo today and they got added in. Speaking of Resources, do you have images/gifs/infographics/text you want to share with the crew? Please feel free to send them to our contact form over at the repo. @quirkysubject as well as some other crew members are being kind enough to help me get it filled in and up to date (as well as updating the accessibility) and we want to make sure if you want to share your resources you can! Let us know what name you'd like to be credited by and we'll get things uploaded! Repo Contact Form

= Starfury OFMD Fandom Convention =

So as a heads up, the first Our Flag Means Death specific event has been anounced by Starfury for Heathrow, UK 8 Nov - 10 Nov 2024. Details at www.starfury.co.uk I would like to point out as it's been brought up QUITE A BIT that it would be good to hold off buying tickets for now. Apparently Starfury is NOTORIOUS for saying certain guests will be there, when they haven't been confirmed yet (and they did that today with Rhys Darby) so it may be good to wait a bit before purchasing. This did cause some "Come to my convention" clowning for various people on twitter, which produced some fun stuff.

= Watch Parties/Events! =

= Astroglide Fic/Art Week 18+ =

You heard that right. 02/09/2024 - 02/25/2024 is Fic/Art Week

Please feel free to @Astroglide on twitter, or even here on tumblr @astroglideofficial and use the tags: #LubeAsACrew #SaveOFMD

= New Watch Parties! =

Thank you @iamadequate1 for getting these all in one place! Twitter Thread

Feb 12 - Feb 16: People of Earth S1

People of Earth is no longer on any streaming platform, but it is available for digital purchase (ex, on Amazon). If access is an issue, DM @gentlebeardsbarngrill

Season 1 watch next week from February 12th to February 16th.

Skipping the week after in case people want to participate in the n next Palestine strike.

Season 2 watch from February 26th to March 1st

Times will be 10pm GMT / 5pm EST / 4pm CST / 2pm PST.

Watch two episodes per day. Episodes are 21-22 minutes each.

Use the following Saturday for the tags/watch if interested but not able to make this time.

Hashtags:

#PiratesOfEarth

#SaveOFMD

#AdoptOurCrew

Mar 4 - Mar 8: Wrecked Season 1

Wrecked is no longer on any streaming platform, and it is not available digitally on US sites. (Apparently, it is available on German Amazon?) There are sources being passed around. If access is an issue, DM @gentlebeardsbarngrill

Season 1 watch from March 4th to March 8th.

Season 2 watch from March 11th to March 15th.

Season 3 watch from March 18th to March 22nd.

Times will be 10pm GMT / 5pm EST / 4pm CST / 2pm PST.

Watch two episodes per day. Episodes are 21-22 minutes each.

Use the following Saturday for the tags/watch if interested but not able to make this time.

Hashtags:

#WreckedPirates

#SaveOFMD

#ForOurCaptain

== SchadenFreude / Coyote Vs. Acme ==

So some crazy stuff happened today. Apparently Zaslav made a decision to not only remove Coyote Vs. Acme from Max but to shelve it so no one else could purchase it.

Wanna learn more? The Final Days of ‘Coyote vs. Acme’: Offers, Rejections and a Roadrunner Race Against Time | Exclusive

Coyote vs. Acme's Fate Might Have Been Sealed by Real Judge Doom David Zaslav

Now what does that have to do with Our Flag Means Death? Well, just like we've been seeing for weeks now the WBD stock has PLUMMETED like crazy since The Wrap article came out this morning.

It sent the following trends all over twitter: (Thank you Mich for capturing these!)

Wanna help out Coyote Vs. Acme? Please sign their petition to get it saved: Petition

Seeing this much negative press for WBD is great and shows it's not just OFMD they're cancelling, they're making crappy decisions left and right. The term "Zaslovian Blunder" was also coined today on the @saveofmdcrewmates tumblr:

*Zaslovian (adjective): to make a decision that is unanimously deemed absurd, that almost seems to purposefully damage one's reputation, company, self, and others.

== Articles ==

5 TV weddings to celebrate the 20th anniversary of same-sex marriage in San Francisco

Peak TV Is Officially Over: FX Tallies 14 Percent Drop in Scripted Series for 2023

== Morale ==

In honor of 85k signatures, our friend @lucyrosebutler on twitter shared the rest of her Cameo with Rhys. (We'll see if it explodes this post, please don't I will cry)

Full video clips on twitter.

== Morale Cont'd ==

Hey Lovelies. 30 days is a LONG time. I get that. I'm feeling it in my bones too. I want you to know it's totally normal if you are feeling frustrated, and exhausted, and just over all of this effort to get our show back.

It's okay to feel that way.

You don't need to be positive all the time, you're allowed to feel grief. I know we've grieved several times since the original announcement, but just like progress, grief isn't linear either.

It's going to come up again in waves, and hopefully those waves get smaller each time, but they will keep coming until we get our show back.

I say UNTIL WE GET OUR SHOW BACK, because despite my own frustrations, I don't really have any doubt that it will happen at this point, it's just a matter of when.

What makes me feel that way?

Chaos Dad's silence

The fact he hasn't told us to just stop cause there's no way it's gonna happen

The whole "everybody is ready to go" in Aotearoa we heard from Wee John Wondays

Rhys' continuous pile of support

The Cast and Crew being more active on social media again

The continuous positive press

and so many other little things that continue to happen that keep making it feel like we're inching forward.

I'm not an expert, I just have a feeling, based on staring at every happening that's happened over the past 30 days.

So if you need to, go grieve lovelies! Get mad, get frustrated, scream, cry, it's normal and it's healthy. You deserve to let feelings those out.

You are human, and you are wonderful, and you can't be a ray of sunshine all the time (nor should you have to be).

And for those of you who aren't grieving, and instead feeling renewed excitement, that's absolutely wonderful too. Don't feel like you have to grieve if that's not where you're at! Every one of us has a personal journey through all of this, and not one of us will share the exact same experience, so remember not to judge your progress based on everyone else.

Anyway, I'm rambling now, so on to the love notes:

== Love Notes ==

YOU are beautiful.

YOU are doing so damn well.

You are trying your best at whatever you're dealing with in your life, and you're kicking ass, no matter how much it doesn't feel like it some of the days.

You are a glorious piece of stardust, and whether you're shining bright or dim today, you are radiant.

Remember to breathe, and drink some water, and get some rest so you can keep shining.

Love you crew, hope wherever/whenever you are on this big blue marble you're doing well.

=Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika =

In honor of the Love Birds Watch Party I'm including it in tonight's theme. Idk about the Taika one, they seemed to match, or I'm just tired.

#daily ofmd recap #daily ofmd recaps #ofmd daily recap #ofmd daily recaps #ofmd #our flag means death #rhys darby #fuck david zaslav #saveofmd #save ofmd

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I was sick this entire day, but before bed, my daily theory.

Thank Saints that the event is on a Saturday, I would have actually skip school to watch it(/j)— but let’s talk about what we want to happen on the 4th.

Obviously, the eggs coming back is a major one. While not confirmed, it would line up if they did come back since we know that their all stuck somewhere completely different to the main island. And, with the most recent Quackity tweet, we can assume they were stuck in a place called Purgatory.

How they got there, no clue, but we know that Purgatory just by the name alone is no bueno. And apparently, that’s where the islanders are going. They all have a one way ticket to Purgatory, yay.

The thing is, where and what the fuck is it? Is it another island? Is it a dimension? Is it genuinely the afterlife? The tickets themselves were given out by Cucurojo, or black Cucurucho, who was thought to have no connection to the Federation. But, at the same time, the Federation obviously knows about Purgatory given ElQuackity had stolen the ticket from Quackity to go there. Describing it as “a place worse than torture .” (Loose translation I’m tired lmao)

Not to mention the black concrete, which was probably Purgatory leaking through onto the island. But, what does it fucking mean? Here are my 2 working theories.

1) It’s a place where, like it’s name, we get to see the islanders pay for their sins. What sins you may ask? Well, breaking all those rules of course! It could be a mass punishment to the islanders going through many challenges, from harder mods, to harder enigmas, to fucking “survival of the fittest” type bullshit all while protecting the eggs that have been living there for the past 2 months!

2) Like the 1st theory, expect this time instead of island, it’s a different dimension entirely. That’s why ElQuackity was sent there to give feedback to the Federation to explain how they could get rid of it while also keeping an eye of the islanders to make sure they don’t die.

Who knows at this point, but I hope Etoiles gets that fucking Periodite! He’s gunna need it! I’m excited for the horrors that are gunna unfold while I most likely do my laundry while watching the streams lmao.

#qsmp #qsmp lore #qsmp november 4th #qsmp event #qsmp theory #qsmp the horrors #qsmp purgatory #quackity studios #qsmp eggs #we’ll see y’all we’ll see #purgatory #definition: a place described by Catholic priests where sinners go to atone for their sins before being allowed into heaven

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theorist-influencer-untitled · 5 months ago

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6.29.24 Saturday

9:19 am

Still,have windblow...

I did a live stream on Tagged last night it was "adult hour" super adult hour like 11 onwards... I can't stream earlier coz I'm busy on something here,personal business and some things here...

I'm not happy being flatten,I hope my viewers last night take my words seriously coz I'm really serious though probably some will not take my words seriously...

Uncle DD and Aunt Karen are not here,yet... Thanks for the 1 sack of rice but I need to have maintenance of some creams and lotions for me that I'm still a bummer now... I need some toiletries here to calm my dying or crying soul.

I mentioned Borgy Manotoc name on my live stream for something that I wanted to visit ilocos just for saying hi and whatever "adventure" I can have there in their "sand dunes".... I wanted to transfer in ilocos,in time. I just wanna talk on something if ever...

Last night, I have 1 viewer who wanted to go here in the house, wearing white shirt.... I said it is not allowed coz this is a private house and for my safety and it depends if we have business... Probably next time I can have time to gather people. Hoping and praying but it is just for a friendly thing or gathering...

For the updates of my loans and borrowed blah2x... I have existing loans on Tala2x and Lazadah, Moca2x and that fake Credit Peso!

On Marah and Kuya Erning already my 11th water container...

On Ely is is 4k pesoses already,I still have 6k before giving him a song number but hoping for me to get a job....But we are just "really friends or just a buddy2x"....

On Doc Ibias and Elaine I have around 400 creditz as well...

So, hoping for me to get a job and I feel self-pity for not having a job and I wanted a car... I wanna have self-fulfillment.

I still feel hurt coz my cousin white is already married that I'm hating him now...

I don't know if I can have Pilot Garret... But I'm really falling for these faces having the same strength that can ease my pain... My cousin white and Garret!!! He is healing me without knowing why...

The main thing how will I pay my loans? Is there any way for me to be on TV coz of these???

10:04 am

Still,have windblow...

This is cool for just here and there.But I wanted to have a car... I feel self-pity...

This kind of 3 wheels,angels... Got it from Ebike Bentahan sa Cavite linked on Daryl Ayala.

youtube

Chasing cars???

youtube

10:31 am

I plan to loan again to get a steamer and for some expenses like my lotions...

I still wanna do nose perfection...

Did Mitch give me a simple battery? It is not about execellence.... It is about "negligence"???

I wanna be Paris angels...

youtube

10:56 am

Huh this Credit Peso?

11:07 am

This wedding gown is cool! THIS CAN BE MY WEDDING GOWN....

youtube

4:08 pm

Huh? Credit Peso?Angels please handle these crazy people...

Style of DD???

4:57 pm

Just take note of this angels...

5:29 pm

Closeness 2 fakes... Uncle DD is pink and Ate Eden is the Blue....

7:12 pm

That Eden girl is intelligent on making a division here... She wanted a separate monthly dues... She is mentioning a 2 separate house and lot that she ordered on Uncle DD...

Eden is so good on making an another route of story... The one is wearing a blue shirt. But she said it was as well requested by Uncle DD...

8:57 pm

This is weird life here... Uncle DD is having a strange behaviour...

No update from Teleperformance... Fakers crew of INC's or Manalo's crew perhaps... They are the people who have the access on the treasure of the world. Free car,free plane ticket and free surgery... They have the easy life coz they are crew and artist at the same time...

9:03 pm

Credit Peso and Lemon Loan are both crazy and fakers... I didn't push through my Lemon Loan. If you borrow 1000 they will only give 500.

Credit Peso and Lemon Loan are having the same fakers and killers group!

9:08 pm

Later will do live hoping I can monetize in Tagged...

9:43 pm

It is hard for me to find a bf... Can I steal my fucking cousin white angels? I want my power! My power coming from my angels friends...

It is impossible that Garret can appear here... I feel hopeless...

I wanna steal my cousin white from that bride... Can I get back my cousin white? Whereever he is I hope I have angels to steal my cousin white for me and lead him to my road....

For my killer group can you separate my cousin white from women and lead him back to me... Can you please prove to me that I'm your friend, power me...

#Youtube

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bisexual-kane · 6 months ago

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I think AEW ratings and ticket sales discourse is extremely tedious, but I did realize something watching Double or Nothing:

I meet a lot of the same people at AEW shows.

AEW has a dedicated audience that AEW is a little too big for.

Like, I went to All In. And the first Double or Nothing. And the first Revolution. And I've been to every All Out except for the time I had COVID.

But at that first Double or Nothing, I met someone from Texas and had flown in from [a different state] myself. Later, I saw that same person at the following All Out.

At one time, when AEW only had four pay-per-views, you could realistically go to all-or-most of them. I saw a lot of the same people there.

Even now, if you go to an AEW show, you will see at least ten people with an I WAS THERE shirt from things like Punk or Mone's debuts.

However, now AEW has eight-ish pay-per-views. That's too many to go to all of them. It's almost too many to buy to stream live (I happen to have a for-real grownup job and a double-income household with no kids. I doubt the average wrestling fan could drop $50 this many times a year).

And a similar thing happens with Dynamite. When Dynamite was the only show, I never missed an episode of AEW. But now, I regularly miss Rampage and Collision because, while I love wrestling, I don't want to spend all of my free time watching wrestling. Collision was just a couple-of-hours drive away recently, and I didn't go because it's easy to say, "Aww, they'll be back soon."

I mean, I flew all the way to Vegas for a show once. Then I didn't even drive a couple of hours on a Saturday.

And it's not that the shows are worse. It's not because I'm not interested. I definitely read recaps and watch clips to keep up. It's just that there are more shows. So it's harder to go to all of them, but also I am also confident that there will be a next time so it's okay if I miss one.

Like, I'm sure losing Punk and Cody hurt and also WWE got "good" again. But I think one thing that is happening is that AEW still has roughly the same number of fans buying tickets and tuning in, it's just that there is more AEW, so those fans are stretched out across the product.

#aew #wrestling #all elite wrestling

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tellthemeerkatsitsfine · 6 months ago

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I didn't know Go Faster Stripe did livestreams, but I've just learned they do, and the Bugle live show on June 8th is going to be streamed. I might be wrong, but I think this is the first time The Bugle has ever done a livestream, which is surprising given how many hundreds of episodes they've done, including lots of live shows.

I instantly bought tickets, of course. It'll be available on catch-up, which is normally how I watch livestreams, especially as NextUp often puts things on weekdays evenings, which is a weekday afternoon in my timezone, and I'm at work. But this one is on a Saturday so I won't be at work, and it starts a 7 PM their time, which is 2 PM my time. I think I'll be able to watch it actually live, which is exciting.

It's the classic lineup for this one. Andy Zaltzman, Nish Kumar, Alice Fraser. The two most frequent Bugle guest hosts (if anyone's interested in exact stats, which I keep in a spreadsheet that I update after every episode, Alice Fraser has currently been on 126 episodes, Nish Kumar has been on 78 episodes, and third place for most appearances is Anuvab Pal at 54), and of course the king. Those three always have great chemistry; it was really the dynamic among the three of them that got the show to find its feet in the shaky, early post-John Oliver era, and that's been strong ever since.

This will be a good time. I highly recommend it to anyone who's into The Bugle, anyone who enjoys any other work of Nish Kumar and/or Alice Fraser and/or Andy Zaltzman, anyone who enjoys cricket, anyone who's ever made a pun, anyone who incorrectly believes that there's no good political comedy in the UK anymore, anyone who wants to find out how many different obscure historical figures can be satirized within in an hour, anyone who wishes to have sex with Florence Nightingale, and anyone who might not know him yet but for whatever reason is interested right now in getting an introduction to who this Andy Zaltzman fellow is and what he's all about.

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fluffy-critter · 1 year ago

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#crosspost #busybee

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notesonartistry · 1 year ago

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Can you please write one lengthy post about your experience in eras tour? I am from Asia and won't be able to travel to another country to see eras tour. I have seen plenty of live streams but would really love to hear your experience their in the stadium. There are things not captured in live stream that I would love to know and even those captured in live streams I bet are different when experiencing it live.

Anon! I'm so sorry this has taken ages! I'm not sure if here was anything in particular you were thinking about, but feel free to let me know if I don't mention something that you're interested in.

So, to avoid the merch queues and to save carrying a bag with me, I went on the Thursday. I had to queue for about 45 minutes, but I didn't have anything else planned so it was stress-free (except for being a little warm!).

On the Friday, I didn't have a ticket, but I decided to go down to the stadium and leech the wifi to see if I could pick something up. Luckily, I managed to get a ticket from some lovely ladies about 20 mins before Taylor went on! I literally got to my seat as Applause was starting so I missed the support acts. I was in Floor F, on the aisle closest to the lower level seating. That meant I had a bit of space to move to get good angles to keep an eye on Taylor and also meant that I saw Erika going past a couple of times.

I can't really think of much from that night that was different from what I expected, other than the feeling and noise when she did the surprise songs. Oh, and the excitement when we realised she was staying out to do Long Live - that was a moment! I'm pretty sure I screamed "She's doing Long Live!!!" at the person next to me. They'd been checking the setlist as we went and didn't know quite a few songs, so I'm not sure they were quite as excited as I was, lol. I'm not sure if it was related to the fact that I couldn't quite believe I'd got a last minute ticket, or if it was just the magnitude of the show, but it was all quite overwhelming and being on floor, I kept having to dodge and move and stand on my tip-toes to see (5'4" problems!").

It was really cool to have a higher up view (from the 300's) on the Saturday to see more of the stage production - it's absolutely spectacular! I also saw Gracie and Muna that night. They were both really good, but I need to especially mention Muna's energetic running around the stage - it was highly entertaining! I actually went to Gracie's acoustic set in a local record store in the afternoon, so it was really cool to see the contrast between that tiny venue and the massive Eras show. A tiny thing that I really enjoyed during that show was being able to see the little red markers Taylor had to hit during Delicate so that the cracks appeared correctly - she didn't always take a direct route to them! Again, the response to the surprise songs, especially Back to December, was a whole body experience. The other thing that happened that night was her laughing during Bejeweled - it was very cute (I'm sure you've seen a video by now).

Please do let me know if I missed something you were interested in and sorry again this took so long. I've been on holiday and couldn't get settled to write it!

#long post #my show #denver n1 #denver n2 #it really did become ''lengthy''!

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[ 💛 || Movie Date - SCC ] [ words - 1143 ]

“ Yo Sweet-heart! How’s your day goin, hm~? ” [ Cap’n sang as he sat down next to Sweet while they tried to fix their guitar by replacing new strings and then the wires inside. ] “ good! Good. anyways. Whatcha need? ” [ while the speaker is fixing their electric guitar. The boombox clicked their mouth and hummed ] “ mmh. Nothin! Just wanna check on you. Why not go hang with me~? ” [ he placed his elbow on their shoulder with a smile ]

[ Sweet tapped their chin with their screwdriver and hummed ] “ hmm…maybe later! ”[ they sang. Cap’n leaned in closer to them and wrapped his arms around their neck ] “ c’mon! Pleeaasee~? Just for a moment~? My sweetpea~? Sugar~? Candy~? I can maybe change my looks to make you look at me~? ”

[ Sweet chuckled hearing those words. They dropped their screwdriver and their tools ] “ haha okay fine! Fine. ” [ they both got up ] “ if we’re going to the boutique shop again i wouldn’t let you borrow my wallet. ” [ they placed their hand on their hip with an eye they gave like an eyebrow raised ]

“ (snickered) noo~? Noo~! Actually we’re not going to that place. We’re going somewhere fun with k_k! “ [ he sang with a smile. Then he pulled down his shades, wiping it. Put it back on and adjust it. Sweet shrugged. Seems like he knew someplace better to go to have fun with his bandmates. ] “ Okay captain! Lead the way! ” “ awesome! ”

[ - - - ]

[ with the trio in their flying turntable roaming around in the city in the sky. With those vaporwave grids above them. Sweet was mostly the one driving the turntable as Cap’n pointing the directions they would go to take his bandmates with them ]

“ okay uuh. Hmm.. ” [ a finger on Cap’n’s chin tapping. He looked below. He is a little nearsighted but he can still see a little clearer ]

[ a smile on his face and pointed below ] “ there! ” [ Sweet then followed. Clicked the buttons and the equalizer button. As they shifted and slowly moved down below to the ground. Until they reached it and landed. The flames below faded and they all stepped down. Sweet shutted it off and twisted their key. Pulls it and placed it on their pocket ]

[ the trio looked at the building. With a sign saying ‘ online stream movie night! ’. Sweet look at Cap’n ] “ wait- so you’re taking us out for a movie night? ” “ mhm! Kind of like- maybe a romantic date~? ” “ what movie.? ” “ something romantic and violent. With musical in it~! ” [ k_k chuckled behind. Though they would wanna watch something about cars. Cap’n pointed the movie he picked on the wall with a poster ]

[ Sweet giggled ] “ Cap. There's a sign here that says it’s sold out. ” “ ap-bop-bop-bop-bop! ” [ he gave a finger tilting. He digs through his pocket and pulls out three movie tickets ] “ I already reserved some tickets for us~! ”

“ cool! ” “ awesome. Wait- what’s the occasion? You normally never take us out for something special like this? ” “ (snickered) you don’t remember what day it is? ” [ Sweet shrugged. Their eye shifted to the right thinking and remembered the date ] “ it’s…saturday.? ” [ Cap’n chuckled . palm in his head ] “ sweet…it’s our anniversary together!! ” “ w-what?!?! ” [ both the boombox and the cd player started laughing that Sweet actually and accidentally forgot what day it is ]

[ Sweet placed their palm in their cubic head. Then covering their entire face with both hands and turned around ] “ noooo! I didn’t knoooow! I’m so sorry!! ” [ with a yellow tint blush on them. Cap’n walked near and patted their back ] “ it’s alright sweet! We can still go out today! We’re already here anyway! ” “ mhm~! ” [ k_k nodded with a smile and bent down patting their back too ]

“ seems like you really need to take a break! You had overwork yourself! ” “ and you had done it all well Sweet! Cmon! We all deserve a special day~! ” “ ngh…alright alright i should actually focus on what’s important. ”

[ Cap’n shrugged ] “ we all agreed the other day that we would borrow your little cash for this day. You probably weren’t listening that time and you just sort of agreed. ” [ the last time they had a conversation together at the table eating their snacks together. With Cap’n and k_k chatting and agreeing about sharing their money together for this day ]

“ We should head inside now before the movie starts! ” [ the cd player sang behind as they all started to walk inside the building and entered.. Buying salted buttered popcorn and energy fueling sodas. Gave their tickets and went inside ]

[ they find their seats together and quietly sat down. As the movie trailer and teasers started. Cap’n already started eating the popcorn. Sweet slapped his hands ] “ hey! Don’t start eating when the movie hasn’t begun! ” “ oh c’mon! It’s good! ” [ the speaker took the popcorn bucket ] “ gimme that! ”

[ only a few minutes when the movie started. The boombox adjusted his shades. He then snickered ] “ bet when we get to the best scene where couples started kissing we will emotionally smooch together am i right~? ” [ he nudged them. The speaker slapped their hand covering his mouth ] “ shh! ” [ one with the cap rolled his eyes ]

[ as the protagonists in the movie played their roles finding someone to love. Cap’n leaned down next to Sweet. The cube didn’t mind being close. They looked up to k_k solely focused on the film. Drinking its soda quietly. Cap’n clinged into Sweet’s arm and purring ] “ meow love me sweetpea~ ” “ Cap! C’mon! ” [ the two teased whispered silent ] “ haha c’mon! We could start a titanic roleplay back in the junkshop! ” “ i’d rather push you off the boat as a plot twist ” “ w-wh but! You liked me being Jack! ” “ janitor is better. ” “ hey! ” [ as the two joked. The cd player placed their arm covering them. Trying to watch the film quietly ]

[ long minutes later where the best scene started. Sunset tucks down the hill as the lovers on top of the car started to lean in closer to the perfect timing. Sweet felt the thumbing beat on their chest. Wanting a scene like that. As they looked at Cap’n and Cakes. Already smooching. They watched their bandmates cutely kissing. As popcorn they threw on their face ]

[ then after they pulled away. Sweet tapped their partner cap ] “ May I get the turn? ” [ they asked without hesitation but in desperate ]

[ k_k then pulled them into the middle spot to the armrest and the two kissed them. The thumbing beat on their heat continues as fans run. As Sweet’s face started heating up. It slides down to Cap’n and slumps wrapping their arms around him ] “ mhh.. I like this movie. We could maybe watch star wars spaceballs again ” “ SKKDJSFKAD“ [ the boombox with cap couldn’t help but wheeze. They remembered how funny the film was ]

“ okay okay let’s go maybe take a nice scenery view above the city right after this. Maybe watch the moon and kiss~ ” “ mh..sounds very cinematic. Sure! ” [ for now. They watched the film in theaters ]

#[notepad]#[heartbeat-remix]#scc #Mod Mark #❤️💚💙

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