I thought I had wandered into a dream...

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[nekozaki]

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[nekozaki]

CHANGES || kuroo tetsurō x reader

word count: 0.8k, oneshot. tags: established relationship, post-new years party, fluffy.

“I can’t believe your high-school friends also call you by your first name.” Despite the late hour, your voice was just as rilled as it was a couple hours ago.

You could feel embarrassed by the way your voice cracked at it. By how silly it felt to hang on such a minimal detail after experiencing the warmest new year’s party you’ve ever been to — even surrounded by strangers.

Well, they were strangers at the beginning of the night, now it felt anything but.

Still, it should be embarrassing, but as the words leave your lips Kuroo’s hand pauses as he takes his shirt off. He turns his head to look at with a half-smile, half-closed eyelids and half of his shirt hanging open, exposing his chest. You feel no remorse.

“Thought you had sobered up,” he said, finally undoing the last button and sliding the shirt over his shoulder.

The way he turned to you, in disbelief and amusement both that made his shoulders large enough to cast a shadow over his chest as he slowly walked towards the bed, and still, no remorse. He seems aware enough of it by the way your body slid lower on the bed as he leaned over you, if his smile was any sign of it.

“I am sober! It’s just so unfair, half of them don’t even see you on a daily basis anymore!” You quickly protest, holding his chest back before he could lean over, and he makes a show of how deeply this affected him by falling back by your side on your bed, as if wounded. Then next, he is groaning by the way you suddenly threw your own body over his. “Don’t you dare play the victim!”

Kuroo laughs then, loud and warm, despite the exhaustion in his eyes, as both his hands go up in surrender. “I apologize, won’t happen again,” he says, far too amused to really be apologetic, but his hand found your face next to slip a stubborn strand of hair out of your eyes, so you absolved him of his crime.

Only for him to commit a new one next.

“You know, you can always call me ‘my love,’” he whispers, seeing the way you scrunch your nose, and then slip his thumb to your cheek, “maybe even ‘baby’, you do that at home. I am partial to ‘pretty boy’ too, ‘handsome’, ‘love of my life’ even-”

You silence him with a kiss. Your lips find his teeth there, as he can’t seem to wipe the smile off his face whenever they make the smallest of contacts with you, and it’s enough for you to pull back; false annoyance clear in your face.

“That’s for this Tetsuro only, don’t be ridiculous.” You glare at him as your hand gently tap his bare chest under you, playfully, and his smirk grows softer. Then, it changes again to full amusement as he sees your expression light up. He knows it’s coming before you say it, and yet, the content surprises him when you whisper, softly, “‘Tsurō, then.”

Kuroo’s face flicks then. His half-closed eyelids try to snap open by the surprise, and as lazy as it still looks, the twist over the edges of his eyebrows is enough to buy you into the reaction instantly.

It’s interesting, Kuroo doesn’t beg. There’s no need to do it around you, either for your willingness or his confidence, and he is smart enough to always talk his way around needing to. Still, he whispers, “alright,” then softer, “can we keep it for this Tetsuro too?” It sounds more like pleading than anything he ever did.

Then, to take advantage of the rare occurrence, you whisper, “can we?”

His chest presses against yours when he slowly pushes you back. Your back hits the bedsheets with a delicacy that speaks for the way his expression changes here — even as he reaches for your skin under your shirt, even as he leans close enough to your lips that his breath burns you.

“I think we can.” Even when he speaks those words. Kuroo whispers them with so much vulnerability it still stuns her by the strength they had.

Then again, he never needed to beg. Years would go on, things would change as they would, but you realize for a moment there that nothing really could change your heart’s course to follow his heartbeats.

Your hand finds his face to bring him closer as you whisper, “I think you are right, ‘Tsurō.”

He usually is, but this time, Kuroo doesn’t smirk nor take any advantage of it. He doesn’t feel the need to when his body melts above yours and the very first hours of the new year are spent by your warmth breath over his lips and your hands cupping his face.

This too, he hopes, would never change.

ellie.txt: took me far too long to write this and yet I finished it today at around 3AM so excuse any typos, I did no proofread it. just needed not to break the kuroocember chain.

you've heard me say this before, so sorry for being a broken record, but it has been a rough year. life is a lot sometimes but I truly find so much joy just by simply thinking about the people I met here. my one goal for 2026 is to be more active, not as in posting but just truly checking in on all of you. I won't say much more before I cry even more than I did already thinking about it but, truly, I hope you know I love you so dearly. I miss here and you guys everyday!

if anything, please know that on the other side of the world there's a girl (me that's me) thinking about you and hoping you have a wonderful new year. I love this corner of the internet with you guys. thank you for the patience and love all those years, more to come in 2026 !!

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[nekozaki]

WHAT MATTERS || suna rintarou x fem!reader

SUMMARY: suna doesn’t think it’s funny how the miya twins insist on stealing the keys to his apartment. he thinks it’s fate, though, when the neighbor he has been avoiding is the one to come to his rescue.

word count: 2.6k, oneshot. tags: neighbors!au, kinda exes to lovers (they slept once), my typical kissing fic.

The floorboards are getting duller the longer Suna stares at it but they become entirely avoidable when he hears his name being called after half an hour of quietly sitting by the door of his apartment.

“Rin,” it’s the first thing he hears, in the softest tone anyone has ever uttered that name in his life. It urges him to look up instantly, finding a face that matches that exact tone mixed with a worried gaze that quickly drops the second their eyes meet, masking her concern clear with furrowed eyebrows and a confused expression. “Suna? What are you doing here?” Her entire demeanor changes once she corrects his name.

He pulls back his stretched legs across the hallway closer to his body, crossing one above the other to free her path. She takes it, walking past him, but her eyes still follow him while she searches for her keys in her pockets and he wonders how long he can delay that answer before she finds them. How long he could extend this chance encounter, or at least how long she would wait for him to do so.

Once Suna recognizes the keychain sound, he decides not to risk it. “The twins thought it would be funny to steal my spare key,” he starts, laughing to himself and looking away from her, trying to distract his gaze from the view by staring down at his hands.

“And you haven’t fixed your keys yet?” She asks as if she knows him like the back of her hand.

“I haven’t,” he shrugs, throwing both legs back on the corridor. “Landlord isn’t answering my calls so I’m just waiting.”

“And you refuse to call the twins and ask for the spare back, right?”

He looks up when he hears her door opening, but regrets once he sees her leaning against the threshold and still staring down at him. There’s a smile over her face, her eyes full of this weird pride she always carried when she guessed something right about him; and he resists the urge he always has when this happens. He doubts she’d welcome him pushing her back inside her apartment and kissing that grin out of her face right now.

“I’m sure the landlord will answer soon,” he answers, too proud to prove her and any of his other friends right.

“I’m sure he will,” she chuckles, pulling her body away and tilting her head to the side, her hand supporting against the doorknob as she pushes it open, “come on in.”

Suna doesn’t move for several seconds. Once she disappears inside her apartment, he hopes the door will just close, meaning he was hallucinating whatever was it that she had just asked of him. He had done it before, overhearing her voice through the walls, saying words he wished that were for his ears only, but accompanied another’s. For the first time, he wishes he was mistaken.

It takes a few seconds for her head to appear by the door again, he realizes because his eyes haven’t left that place yet, and that smile is still there.

“I’ll not make this awkward if you don’t.” Her voice is almost softer again, and it eases Suna’s heart pounding against his chest with how genuine that promise felt. It was easy trusting her.

They are just neighbors after all. They might have gone to the same parties a few times, tried more Atsumu’s suspicious drinks together than anyone should have and made even worse decisions together, but they are just neighbors again.

It shouldn't matter that the last time he heard the familiar way her door unlocked was after a few failed attempts she had done while desperately breathing against his lips, more worried about chasing his own lips than the keys on her hands. Neither should it matter that the last time he crossed that door her hands were tugging at the hem of his clothes like a reverse anchor, pulling his shirt over his head before they even made it inside.

So Suna does what any other neighbor would do. He stands up, nods a quiet “thanks,” under his breath before following her inside. She walks inside, dropping her bag on the table and calling out for him to lock her door while she makes her way to the bathroom, like she would do with anyone she trusts enough inside her apartment.

It does matter, though, when he complies to her request and sees there’s still the mark of his shows on the inside of her door. It does matter because he can vividly visualize shutting it closed behind him, the curse their front door neighbor uttered by the loud sound, and how she laughed against his lips at that. It mattered because this was the only second she distanced herself enough to fully pull over his shirt before crashing back at him with both hands above his chest and her hungry mouth against his. She had whispered something about how his lips felt back then, and that he doesn’t really remember in detail, but he does remember how she made sure they didn’t go too far from her body all night.

It only mattered because that was the only time it happened, then never again, and now he can’t stare at it without thinking about what her touch felt like. It’s no surprise she didn’t clean it from the door yet. Suna doubts he would, if it meant he could remember just a glimpse of that night every time he looked at it.

“Did you have dinner?” He hears again, and it snaps him out of his thoughts immediately making him turn the key he was holding for God knows how long. He turns back and finds her taking her coat off, her eyes still over him “you can order something if you want, I don’t have any leftovers worth trying.”

Suna thinks it’s wrong to stare, so he focuses his eyes on her hands instead since they are right in front of his face. She takes the keys from him, throws it on the table with her coat, and then fixes the sleeve that was falling off her shoulder from the oversized shirt she was wearing under all those layers, and it makes him realize nowhere is safe in this room.

“Don’t worry about it,” he answers quickly, forcing words out before his mind can connect that from something else that felt familiar from that night. “I had some onigiri.”

She walks into the kitchen and he only hears her laugh before she comes back with a glass of water and hands it to him, “I’m guessing that’s where the theft happened.”

He takes the glass, empties it in one go in case it helps him swallow the knot that formed in his throat when she was close enough he could feel her the way her eyes watched him, and nods right after. “Good guess,” he coughs, giving her the glass back and staring back at her eyes to grasp at any confidence still left in him, “you wouldn’t be part of that wicked plot, would you?”

She takes the glass, shaking her head, “no, I haven’t seen them in a while, besides-” she puts it against the table as well. Suna always thought he was good at reading people. She proves him wrong when her eyes wander around the room, stops at him, and holds his gaze while crossing both arms and leaning back on the table before concluding, “what would be my intention with that?”

Considering where Suna was standing now, there should be just one possible answer to that question. It’s still so absurd it makes him laugh, shakes his head, and finally moves from the place his feet have been glued to the floor for the first time that night.

“Can never tell what you guys are up to, so you tell me.” He walks up to her to take the glass again, and immediately turns his back to make his way to the kitchen.

Their apartments had the same layout, so he knew how to get there. It’s only when he puts on the sink again that he hears, way back from outside the kitchen, her voice saying “maybe I was getting tired of avoiding you,” she says first, and there’s a pause long enough for him to take a step back and look out of the door to find her leaning against it again, eyes avoiding him for a second before they meet again. “Maybe I needed an excuse to invite you over again.”

He must look really silly, standing there with his hand on the sink, gripping at the metal and gathering enough courage inside him so he wouldn’t break their shared gaze. She’s persistent with it, staring at him behind her eyelashes even if he could see her expression changing to some matter of regret. If it was from her accidentally confessing something or stupidly insinuating a lie he can’t tell.

Suna, actually, can tell very little of whatever is happening around him now, so he laughs in disbelief and shakes his head, “you wouldn’t do that,” because he believes she wouldn’t. They are just neighbors now, but he knew enough about her to know she probably wouldn’t go through such lengths for something like that.

“I wouldn’t,” she confirms, and the breath that leaves him is of both disappointment and relief. It’s followed by “but you’re here now and I got my excuse, so why does it matter,” and he’s back to being confused.

“Thought we agreed that was a mistake,” it’s the only thing he says because it’s the only thing he’s sure right now. Everything seemed to change from what he expected but Suna knows he remembers that night in extreme detail, and he remembers the following morning, and the words they exchanged, and if he can’t talk about what he felt that night he will talk about what happened next. “We agreed it was a mistake,” -as soon as they both woke up from that night, he’s sure of it.

Suna can see how she hesitates at that. Maybe he should’ve said it in a different tone, not repeated it while walking towards her, but it was done and now he was standing in front of her trying to understand what the hesitation behind her eyes meant.

“It was,” her voice seemed sure of it, but her eyes searched for where his hands were before she tried to reach for it. The slight flinch back from him makes her stop in her tracks, “it was a mistake, but does that matter right now?”

Her hand wraps around his, and Suna’s sarcastic laugh can do very little to the walls crumbling in front of him now, so he just stands there for a second, feeling the way her thumb pressed against his wrist and her eyes urging him to answer something back to her.

Mistakes in the past don’t matter because they are gone from everywhere but their memories. However, his hand finds the counter by her side to support his weight and he realizes this makes her take a step back, caged between his arm and his body, and he curses his body for unconsciously following her even when he was far more sober than he has ever been when he stepped inside this apartment. That matters.

“It does if we are making another mistake,” he answers, already willingly to commit to it, but somehow making sure she knew where he stood in that matter.

Suna recognizes, then, that the breath that washes between her lips is of pure relief — and he swallows it himself before she can even answer him. He finds her lips the next second, she laughs against his, and he stupidly realizes he’d do the same even if that sigh was instead of disappointment.

It’s a terrifying thought, being so infatuated he would ignore the consequences and make mistakes all over again. It’s one he thought about before, every time he saw her walk to her balcony and purposefully walked away from his in a vain attempt of blocking the image of her even if her laugh echoed through his apartment when it passed through their thin walls. It’s almost naive too, how engraved she was on him after one night together, but what he first blamed Atsumu’s disgusting drinks in his system, he now — grasping at her thighs, hopping her body above her counter, kissing all over her face — realizes it was all her. From the way her legs easily wrap around his waist to the way she tries to speak between his lips, breathlessly, familiar fingers searching for the hem of his shirt, all her.

Maybe all him too, but he didn’t have enough time to think about it before she whispers, “I rarely make mistakes sober,” and he’s blaming the way his knees buckle and his hand leaves her to support his weight on the counter forcefully on her again.

“And are you?” He asks, the distance allowing him to stare back at her.

Suna praises himself for often knowing how to act, but something about her always seems to make his brain stop functioning. As if her wave of desire suddenly crashed against his own excitement and caused some sort of short circuit. It doesn’t seem all that throughout because the way she smiles and wraps her arms around him seems anything but rational.

However, she also whispers “find out yourself,” before pulling him into a kiss and he thinks there’s no way every single move of hers isn’t purposeful.

It takes a few seconds of kissing her for Suna to finally realize new mission. The next one, he wraps his hands under her knees and pulls her closer to the edge, pushing his own body closer to it and taking advantage of his name dying on her tongue as his own pushes against her now parted lips; tasting every inch of her.

Just when she starts to cling to him closer, desperately searching to bring air to her lungs but unable to push him away, Suna’s mind snaps like a light switch — and with that, he smiles against her lips, humming quietly before pulling back.

“Tastes more sweet than any alcohol I know you like,” he has to push her back slightly to look into her eyes, even if both their visions seem hazy now. His hand slides up to hold her waist, holding her torso away from a moment as he watches the way she breathes heavily. “So?”

She breaks eye contact with him to roll her eyes. His hand on her waist mimicking the movement makes her glare back at him, the warmth of her body matching the fire in her eyes perfectly. “What? Do you want a reward?”

“I’ll take anything you give me,” he chuckles, pulling her waist back at him and almost out of the counter.

There are very few things Suna knows that snap at him. The list is short, and he usually likes keeping a close eye on those so he can keep himself in check most of the time.

It’s surprising then how easily it happens when her inability to hold back a smile against him paired with her breathless voice whispering “good thing it’s all yours, then.”

Not a hint of alcohol, yet, he’s addicted again — but this time, as soon as his fingertips meet her skin and the nickname from his first name easily falls from her lips, he knows they both won’t be able to quit anytime soon.

ellie.txt: most of this one was written in feb before the horrors and while I was struggling not to write the matchmaker!series. I came to look over it few minutes ago and realized that if I didn't post it now I doubt I'll post it at all so here. the horrors persist, but kissing suna should fix me. surely.

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[sodaneko]

TREMORS, TRACES ; Atsumu x f!reader

your limbs longer than mine / blossoming off a vine / i shake under my skin / i have invited you in / never seen an angel / never seen an angel so bright / i wanna cry // soda blonde - perfume // can you see me? / little footsteps next to yours in the snow / life is a little less lonely without you here / windchimes because you love the sound of them / i would never hurt you / acorns and leafs / i know you. i've always known you.

wrapped up in the golden light of my bedroom / you take one look at me and i swoon / i'm here with you / it hasn't been so easy being lonely / oh, i'm here with you // alice phoebe lou - something holy // i waited all my life to meet you / i'm sorry. i'm sorry. i'm sorry. / is this love? / i'll take care of you. i'll always take care of you. / tail curling around you to keep you warm / a blessing on your fingertips / fangs beared / i love you. i love you. i love you.

oh I love you darling / and i’ll see you soon / and if everything means nothing / then at least i'll still have you you know / we're fine, we'll be fine / we'll be fine, we'll be fine // soda blonde - june // so this is love / vows and prayers / a home, because you are here with me / my hands are stained for you / never let go. never let me go.

[sodaneko]

TREMORS, TRACES ; Atsumu x f!reader

to be adored, to be worshipped, to be loved.

➸ the kitsune only shows himself to his favorite girl. a shrine and a home. something between traditions and stolen kisses, claws tracing down the spine of the one that he loves, promises of things that can never be.

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✧. ┊ TAGS & CW kitsune!atsumu, shrine maiden!reader, f!reader, mini multichap, deity AU, (childhood) friends to lovers, immortal x mortal romance, hurt/comfort, fluff, explorations of love, sfw but might have some suggestive parts, happy ending, tags might change

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▹ ch. 01: kissing lessons

▹ ch. 02: baby fangs

▹ ch. 03: home, yours & mine

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for my sister @nekozaki. you know i do adore you ♡

[nekozaki]

just slowly showing up to tell you guys I love you very much, I miss being here so bad. I'll try to make some time for writing stuff or at least post the ones in my drafts, but I might take a bit of a break from the series bc I don't want to force myself to post those!!

anyway line up for kisses everybody!!!

[nekozaki]

ELLIE!!! MY LOVE MY LIFE!!!! HOW ARE YOU???

crying screaming HELLO MY LOVE!! I'm doing alright, how have you been!! oh I miss yoouuu

[nekozaki]

ellie!! how are you?? 🗣️🫶

FIANCÉ 😭 I'm doing alright!! life has been weighting a bit and I've been having a hard time writing but hopefully it will get a lot better soon!! but do tell me, how have you been?

[nekozaki]

so I meant to respond to this a while ago, but I suck so bad that I just forgot so I’m so so sorry. Then I couldn’t find your blog that’s more so because I thought I had saved this ass in draft somewhere and it just seemed to disappeared and I’m like what was the username so I was just scrolling and scrolling and scrolling through my likes to find you cause I knew I lay head like stuff from you and I found you when I was so glad

Anyway! A very, very, very belated happy Valentine’s Day! I hope you also had a good day and have a good days and that your insomnia has lit up so you can get better sleep 💖

it's very much alright sweetheart!! I'm pretty sure there's another ask from you in there, I've been a bit mia here so I'm glad you're still around!! hopefully doing well as well!! kissing you kissing you !!

[nekozaki]

hi ellie imy :(

answering this one just for my own sake lmao BUT HI !! hello I missed you too!! how are you meeya??

[nekozaki]

hi ellie .. i miss i boo

atlas baby!! I miss being here, and I most definitely miss you a whole lot too!! how have you been?

[nekozaki]

saw atsumu's name and proceeded to cry for 10 minutes straight this can't be normal

[nekozaki]

ENTRANCED || kiyoko shimizu x reader

word count: 1.2k, drabble. tags: coffee shop!au, timeskip kiyoko, f2l bc of course. ellie.txt: fighting author's block for my fiance so EVERYBODY go wish @wyrcan happy birthday NOW!! thank you, have a good day.

After months of waking up to the cold weather, the early signs of spring start to slowly show themselves by your workplace. The days at work get longer when you can see, right outside your window, people walking around and enjoying the sun far more than you have been able to. You get stuck in an endless circle of imagining what else you could have been doing, how else you could spend your time and what kind of flowers you could start to see blossoming on the outside.

It distracts you from your workflow and the customer's order right in front of you, but it’s truly only considered a problem when a very familiar vanilla but far different from the one you are used smelling on the shop; and it takes you half a second to recognize the scent before you snap you head to the door and watches Kiyoko gently closing the door behind her, laptop on the other hand before she gives you a small grin accompanied by a wink.

That definitely disturbs your workflow entirely. Even after months of doing so, you swore you could get used to her visiting the shop to work on weekly plans, but the way you stumble on your words and almost drop the tray on top of a group of teenagers proves otherwise.

It earns her smile, wider this time, as she shakes her head and makes her way to the signature booth by the window she likes sitting by, so it should be worth it.

Like any other day, you make your way behind the counter, try to resume that order as fast as you could so no one else would get hers but you, but it happens all in a blur. You only remember the way she leans against the table, her face gently rests on her palm and the sun kisses her skin before your body walks into an empty table. Unfortunately, it's not enough to stop you and the tray from both finding the floor, and you snap out and see a taller shadow hovering above yours.

“Are you okay?” It’s embarrassing to look up and find the eyes of your coworker, so you don’t and just nod, kneeling on the floor and trying to clean up the mess the pastries did when you smashed them with your body on the floor. Before you can even properly plan how to do it, you see him kneeling before he waves his hand before you to call your attention. “Go clean yourself, I’ll take care of this.” His eyes are gentle, and it leaves very little room to argue when he takes the tray from your hand and motions out to the bathroom.

The way there is quick, especially when you avoid looking up while running all the way there, slamming the door and locking it behind you. You pace around the small individual bathroom for a few seconds, avoiding the mirror and staring down at the stark red strawberry jam all splattered in your shirt.

For a second you entertain the idea that your friend could have missed the embarrassment by how quickly you ran off the crime scene, but in the next one you hear a gentle knock against the door and that is definitely harder to unmistakably hers. That much you can’t lie to yourself.

“I’ll be out in a second,” your voice sounds louder than you planned as you open the sink and try to pretend you weren’t just mortified standing around by yourself there.

“Let me help you,” it’s everything you hear back. Her voice is soft, far closer than you expected through the door, and it makes you quickly turn the water off to shut whatever could keep you from hearing that again — though your heart can barely contain itself by the way it keeps hammering against your ribcage.

“Don’t worry about it,” you laugh, leaning against the sink and finally finding your eyes in the mirror and seeing the disaster your shirt was now. “It’s fine, I promise I’ll finish this and-”

“Let me in, please.” Incredibly softer than before, and it urges your hand away from the cold sink and immediately to unlock the door like a trance.

She’s not wearing her glasses anymore, it’s the first thing you notice when you open the door. Kiyoko must have left it with her laptop, on the designated place she always sit down, and it reminds you once again that you interrupted both her coffee break and work.

“You can go back-”

“Don’t be silly,” she steps inside the bathroom, closing the door behind her and placing a hand on your shoulder to push you until your back meets the sink. “It’s no trouble at all.”

You feel just slightly more stupid now, seeing how fast she works after taking the cloth on your apron and dampening it on the water from the sink before pulling the collar of your shirt slightly, as you stand there, frozen. Trying not to move a single muscle on your body while she cleans it, because as embarrassing as it looked, Kiyoko had this force to her that made everything she worked on feel like magic.

It’s hard, focusing on slowing your heartbeats when she’s so close to it. The worst part is that she doesn’t seem to not mind, instead, she chuckles quickly when her hand goes above your heart.

“Embarrassed still?” And it should feel humiliating, but her eyes look at you with so much warmth you can’t help but smile back.

“Even more now,” you blurt out, and it seems like the wrong answer until the edge of her lips twitches to smile wider, then you simply consider it the right one.

“Cute, but don’t be,” she takes a step back, to which you immediately miss the warmth of being around her, and find very little time to complain when she concludes, “take my sweater.”

“What? No! You don’t have-” Your heart skips a beat and it delays your answer for a split second, making it easier for her to cut you off.

“I don’t have to, but let me.” She nods before walking back and unlocking the door, “all I ask is that you stop by my table for a few minutes while I get it from my bag, can you do that?”

 Your grip on the sink is probably noticeable, but it’s far more important to keep yourself steady now than hiding anything from her. You doubt you could at this point.

“I don’t want to take more of your time, you have work.”

There’s a pause before she calls your name, impossibly warmer than before, and you realize that maybe that sink must be a lot studier than you gave it credit for by the way you keep supporting your weight on it.

Then, she smiles and shakes her head, “you truly think I come here to work?”

And that definitely does it. It is far more convincing than you needed to follow behind her and sit down by her side in the booth until your boss notices your absence and comes calling for you. It's far easier also to go about your day after she pulls into a quick kiss and tells you she will he waiting until your shift ends. It still feels like something you would need time to get used to, but you aren't complaining.

ellie.txt: to wyr: baby. promise you I'll make up to you with a much better kiyoko when I'm in the right mental space!! at least like 1% as good as you deserve, hopefully. until then, remember I love you so dearly, happy bday!!

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[captainofthetidesbreath]

I genuinely love, and I've been thinking about it the entire series, but I love that the series opens at the end of a horrific war that went on for centuries and felt like its despair and suffering would be everlasting, and yet within it, Nia's refrain of "it is unending" refers not to that suffering and despair, but to hope, to kindness, to faith, to love. To those things that endure and are truly unending.

[nekozaki]

to the two ppl liking and rbing eclipse of memories the past few days I LOVE YOU please know I'm working on updating this now FOR YOU

[nekozaki]

one season with 20 eps for haikyuu timeskip I BELIEVE

[nekozaki]

❝For the sake of your world's future... as well as your own... you must remember...❞

# DATA.SAVE ;

guidelines: byf, rules, all that.

masterlist: all ongoing and completed works.

mutuals: tag list for everybody <3

# DATA.INDEX ; general tags.

e.txt - for all my ramblings;

filler.mp4 - for all the nerdiness;

inbox.txt - for all answered asks;

reblog.txt - for all my fic recs;

reblog.png - for all the artworks;

afterimage.mp3 - suggestive content.

# DATA.LOAD ; work in progress.

↳ needle swept | mafia!atsumu x tattoo artist!reader (jd!spin-off) ↳ death of a bachelor | suna x reader (eom!spin-off, matchmaker!au) ↳ wayward light | kuroo x reader (medieval!au) ↳ taking turns | sakuatsu x reader (established relationship, poly) ↳ jet leg | atsumu x reader (long distance, f2l!au)