The last time. It’s a terribly odd thought to have as she steps out the door and locks it. The last time she’ll walk down these stairs, the last time she’ll go to the bakery on the corner, the last time she’ll go to the train station. A lot of last time for things that were once regulars, always’, monotonies. But once she takes each step leading away it becomes a last. It becomes a memory.
It’s the seventh book in a row this man
has just returned past its due (way past—like, the more recent one is seven
months late). Kei stares at the due date written on the back of the book, at
the log on the computer, and then at the man. Who is leaning casually against
the counter with a grin on his face, as if he’s not adding more work for Kei
right at the last second before the library is closed.
“Have trouble keeping track of time, don’t
you,” Kei says as he scans the book and puts it aside, typing into the program
because the book is, apparently, fifteen months late. Jesus.
It’s not the first time Kei interacts
with this man, though usually he’s the one who starts it. Be it about the
weather (the weather) to Kei’s
sweater brand, this man is a champion in making Kei feel bad enough for the
lame attempt that he’s forced to reply. Kuroo Tetsurou, his computer says the
man’s name is. Not that he cares.
Kuroo Tetsurou’s grin gets wider at
this. “Yeah, especially when something’s catching my attention more.”
an au where kageyama and hinata are old wizards but mostly just two old men who yell at each other from their wizard towers. King Daichi bans them from the capital until they learn how to get along and work together.
Thus begins a heartwarming tale filled with adventure, friendship, magic, wizard drama, lust, terrible insults, heavy angst, inappropriate staff insertion and eternal love. ❤
A depressed guy moves into a haunted house with 7 demons, each corresponding to a deadly sin. But, they’re all trying to help him get back on his feet; Pride helps with self confidence, Lust helps him get laid, etc.
I would watch the crap outta this like wow
Envy: “Glut, back off the guy, okay?”
Gluttony: “I’m just saying he could stand to gain a few pounds! I made spaghetti!”
Sloth: “After we eat, it’s gonna be time for a nice nap. We’ve earned it!”
Pride: “Damn right we did!”
Just imagine the Catholic Church making a statement regarding this new tv show.
Each of the “sins” is actually the soul of a person who has been demonized by Christianity/society, like Lust is polyamorous and proud of it, Envy fought to get the same rights as white cishet people get, etc.
Lust: pansexual and polyamorous (former) sex worker
Envy: mixed-race nb queer person who fights for equal rights but keeps getting told to stop asking for “special privileges” or being a “special snowflake” or sometimes “taking up too much space in the movement”
Gluttony: body-positive obese woman
Greed: bi poly black woman (not dating Lust, we tried it once and it got weird) fighting to raise the minimum wage and end income inequality
Sloth: disabled/chronically ill person with depression who keeps getting told their fatigue symptoms are just them “being lazy”
Wrath: angry abuse survivor and unrepentant nazi-puncher who has had enough of “calm down, can’t you take a joke?”
Pride: parade organizer and unofficial self-confidence guru ready to steamroll anyone who tries to tear down their friends
this is my fill for #29: “Why did you have this in your closet?”
ft Ushijima and Tendou! I actually really, really loved writing this, even though it’s fairly short. this was my first time writing either of them, so I’m not entirely sure I captured them well, but I hope you enjoy!! 🙂 [ sorry it’s not super “shippy” but this was what came to mind :> ]
Wakatoshi looked up from his homework to see Tendou holding
up last week’s Shounen Jump. Ah.
“I meant to take note of a few products to try out before
returning it to you. It seems I have forgotten.”
Tendou twisted his face into a look Wakatoshi had seen on
him more than a few times; his eyebrows pulled together and his lips pursed
lopsidedly. Wakatoshi was not entirely sure of the meaning behind said look,
but he suspected it had to do with confusion in regard to the reasoning behind
an individual’s actions, as Tendou usually followed up with a question of the sort.
“Do you ever read anything other than the ads, Wakatoshi?”
Tendou did indeed appear to be confused, though Wakatoshi couldn’t understand
why.
“I simply read what I find to be the most enjoyable.”
“And you find the ads
to be the most enjoyable?”
“They are very informative and I have had much success in
the past with products I have found in your magazines.” It really is
straightforward reasoning. Wakatoshi cannot fathom why others think it strange.
“Well, ya did have really soft hair that one time,” Tendou
conceded, “and that week where your room smelled like heaven was a pretty good
week.”
Wakatoshi fondly remembered the time he bought a scented
candle marketed to relieve stress. To his mild disappointment, the candle only
lasted a week, but everyone who entered his room during that week left in
particularly good spirits.
“BUT!”—Tendou’s eyes widened in what Wakatoshi could only
describe as enthusiastic curiosity—“Do you ever read any of the manga? That’s
why I lent it to ya in the first place, ya doof.”
“I most often read Gintama. This week’s was quite humorous.”
Tendou’s eyes grew to the point that it appeared his
eyeballs might pop out of his head—not that that was possible, of course—and his
mouth formed a tight O shape as he emitted a high pitched noise, not unlike that
of a whistling tea kettle. Wakatoshi noted that this reaction was most likely
due to a mixture of excitement and surprise.
“Why didn’t you tell me, Wakatoshiiii?!”
Wakatoshi did not understand his shock, as he replied, “You
never asked.”
The noise that came out of Tendou’s mouth this time was
surely one of frustration, as he scrunched up his face and pulled on his hair. He may go bald one day if he continues to do
that. He then abruptly straightened his posture, an excited grin spread
across his face.
He raised his arms, palms to the ceiling, leaning back in
exaltation, as he hollered, “I HAVE SOMEONE TO TALK ABOUT SHOUNEN JUMP WITH!”
There was something about Tendou’s excitement that caused a
warmth to spread through Wakatoshi’s chest and he found the in depth
conversation about Gintama that followed to be quite enjoyable.
“Hey, Sugawara,” Tetsurou called out, as he approached the
aforementioned at the vending machine just outside of the gym.
“Hmm?” Sugawara inquired after making his selection. The ker-thunk of the beverage being dispensed
sounded as he turned toward Tetsurou, eyebrows raised and the corners of his lips quirked upward in an
open invitation for Tetsurou to continue.
Tetsurou opened his mouth to speak, but closed it immediately
as he was hit with the realization that he was about to gush to Sugawara Koushi
about all of the progress he’d made in fostering open communication with his
reluctant disciple, Tsukishima Kei. It was an impulsive move, the product of
lingering giddiness from the conversation they had at lunch, which consisted of
witty banter and a few small laughs. Tetsurou’s heart had skipped a beat and his
breath had caught in his throat each time Tsukki cracked the tiniest of smirks, accompanied
by an amused snort. He had been playing the conversation over and over inside
his head and felt his mouth spread into what was probably a dopey, lovestruck
grin with each replay and all he wanted to do was tell someone, anyone, just how cute Tsukki is.
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