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☆ winter solstice request event… make a wish to the stars above

☆ premise

the winter solstice and the winter season are when the stars shine the longest. take those moments to wish upon the brightest star in the sky. and by sending in an ask or a comment, you can wish for the sweetest of winter-themed fics to fall into your lap. they may take a little longer to come back to you, but trust you’ll see them before the spring equinox.

☆ space debris (type of fic)

- asteroids (crack) - comets (fluff) - meteors (hurt/comfort)

☆ star colors (tropes)

- blue (meet cute) - bluish white (meet ugly) - white (friends to lovers) - yellowish white (rivals to lovers) - yellow (fake dating) - light orange (brother’s best friend) - orangish red (only one bed) - maybe i missed one… let me know

☆ star types (aus)

- dwarf (coffee shop au) - giant (band au) - supergiant (medieval au) - neutron (other sport au) - black hole (chef au) - any other ones you can think of? let me know

☆ this might not be the right time. but maybe you could even tell me who you’re wishing on..

☆ event fics

- coming soon

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also question for the general masses bc I don't care either way :3 are we okay with the party's not over being a more simple enemies to lovers story based off of miscommunication (not in a new grounds one-sided assumed hate way but like hardcore they both think the other did something to hurt them) or do we want a more complex story where people are genuinely bad but go thru character dev?

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if i start mass posting a chuuya fic no one question me

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DAZAI HCS! ⊹

LAST UPDATE: DEC 19

cw: talk of mental illness and substance use/abuse, speculation about Dazai’s f’ed up past+trauma, Dazai-typical references to suicide, references to self harm, probably a lot of projection on the author’s part

reid: i feel like yapping about Dazai tonight so here’s a non-exhaustive list of general headcanons i have about him. no word count because i’ll probably update this periodically lol

he does not listen to music from this century. he just doesn’t. not that he goes out of his way not to, he’s just drawn to a certain sound that only older music seems to have—I think The Smiths, Blondie, Tears For Fears, The Smashing Pumpkins, King Crimson, and Led Zeppelin are among his favorite artists

I think he also really enjoys classic jazz/blues/bebop music—Charles Mingus, Billie Holiday, Duke Ellington, Thelonious Monk, Miles Davis, etc.

he’s anemic. I’m of the firm belief that Kunikida buys him a 100 ct bottle of iron tablets every 100 days which Dazai always graciously accepts. however, he only actually takes them when he gives enough of a shit to (which is not often) so the bottles are just accumulating on his bathroom sink/in the cupboard beneath

nail biter, cuticle picker, hair twirler, thigh bouncer, etc. I don’t think he really sits still unless it’s absolutely necessary

children love him, much to his dismay. they think he’s entertaining. he thinks they’re like puppies (and he canonically hates dogs). he won’t treat them badly, but he’s just not super interested in interacting with them. unwilling older brother vibe when faced with them. shithead kids can stoke his rage much faster than Chuuya ever could

he cannot take care of a fucking plant. has one succulent in his apartment. it’s surviving out of pure unadulterated spite. he hasn’t watered it in over a year

wearer of funky socks. his favorites are either the ones that say "I love my job ha ha just kidding" or the custom ones Yosano got him as a gag gift one year for white elephant at the office christmas party (they have Kunikida’s rage face on them)

really sad that, despite his criminal record being scrubbed clean, he is still banned from driving in the nation of Japan for the rest of his life because he wants a Ford Explorer so bad

PROFOUNDLY SOUND KNOWLEDGE OF MEDICAL TERMINOLOGY

he’s fluent in Japanese and English, proficient in French and Italian, and learning Russian

I think he also enjoys learning math/researching random shit/reading anything he can in his free time when he feels up to it. he never received a formal education and his IQ is through the roof—his yearning for academia is almost like an itch he has to scratch every once in a while. also, he just likes knowing things

he never learned how to ride a bike. wahhhh wahh

BPD king. look at him. my beautiful princess with a disorder. I doubt he’s diagnosed but he strongly suspects it seeing as he’s so self-aware; if not borderline, he just assumes he has severe PTSD. either way, he really won’t do anything other than what he already knows about how to manage it

along the same lines—he’s been a functional alcoholic since an alarmingly young age (I’m talking 16-17). I think it probably got a lot worse post-defection when he was underground, but he hardly had to function then anyway; he gets somewhat better after joining the Agency but still has a dependence, it’s just not severe enough to debilitate him

has a bin of art supplies in his apartment. he only ever pulls them out once every few months, but he rather enjoys painting and wouldn’t mind getting better at it

master at darts. don’t take him to a bar where there’s a dartboard. he will stand in front of it all night and obliterate everyone who challenges him

insatiable sweet tooth. he especially loves anything maple, butter pecan, or butterscotch he’s a grandpa

UPDATE.1

I love to headcanon that he has a glass eye!!! and that the bandages around his head in the dark era were some legitimate injury. he likes to pop it out as a party trick/to weird Kunikida out

he feeds the stray cats and kittens that linger around the ADA dorms. he probably spends some of his grocery money on the fancy wet canned food and leaves it out with a big plastic bowl of water. sometimes sits and watches them eat and likes to give them little scratches if they trust him enough to come rub up on his legs. they’re sort of to him as the orphans were to Odasaku, and it makes him feel closer to his deceased friend

on the note of grocery shopping—he only goes when Atsushi or Kunikida drag him along. keeps his list relatively the same from trip to trip: canned crab, cigarettes, bandages, a few cases of beer, sake, instant ramen, ice cream (particularly butter pecan), paper towels, and 3-in-1 shampoo when he needs it. Kunikida forces vegetables upon him (“put it in the ramen so you don’t die of heart disease”) but they almost always end up rotting to mush in his fridge. he steals his toilet paper from the ADA bathrooms/supply closets or bothers Atsushi and Kyoka for spare rolls when he’s out

religiously orders drinks from the cafe on his way in and out of work. on mornings he usually gets a latte with plenty of sugar and some sort of flavor; in the evenings he probably gets an iced flavored tea to mix or chase his sake with when he gets home

always has a pocket knife on him. probably one he got in his mafia days, or, it’s at least a habit/security he picked up from then

takes a lot of night walks. he doesn’t sleep well, so I think he probably wanders out tipsy with his pack of cigarettes in the wee hours of the morning and scuttles around to tire himself out

UPDATE.2

two words: medical trauma. I know some people get iffy when it comes to speculation about what Mori did/didn’t/may/may not have subjected him too as a young teenager (and believe me I have a lot of thoughts) but I definitely headcanon that Dazai was used as a little bit of a lab rat/sedated and coerced to some degree when it came to turning him into a killing machine. as a result, he’s got a fear of medical settings. after his surgery during the cannibalism arc? I know he got that phone back and was like “Tanizaki get me out of here right neow”

I think sweet little old ladies probably love him and he loves them too. always feels like he strikes up the best small talk with them. will help load groceries into their cars for them. he gets all smiley and stuff when they call him “sweetheart” “honey” “dear” or remark how handsome he is and about his hypothetical girlfriend must be so lucky

he can throw knives with pinpoint accuracy from a pretty impressive distance. he’s a little less accurate with his handgun at long range/with moving targets but HE’S GETTING BETTER

has like a 3.5 ft vertical jump at his best. like why are you a detective when the Lakers need a center

UPDATE.3

lowkey a god at shoulder massages? he’ll meander behind Kunikida at the office and rub his shoulders like a boxing coach trying to warm up his athlete mostly to try to piss him off but Kunikida totally just melts into it after smacking his hands away a couple times. does the same thing to Atsushi but Atsushi just starts fucking purring and almost passes out

I was talking about this with Kal a second ago—but I think he and Ranpo love acting so gay at the office also to piss Kunikida off. they also ask him if they can be allowed to go outside and play

cigarette of choice is a Marlboro Black. I think someone has said/alluded to this before but I can’t remember who. if you’re reading this you’re right

on top of his overflowing piles of iron supplements, I think he also has an unreasonable amount of reusable water bottles. reason being Kunikida again because I just know Dazai doesn’t drink enough water and Kunikida’s always buying him a fancy new cup to try to keep him enthusiastic about being hydrated. it doesn’t work but his favorite one to date is his orange hydroflask (sometimes he brings a vodka soda to work in it. Kunikida is thrilled until he realizes his partner is tipsy) (Kunikida wishes he could fire him)

on that note—other than sake, I think his liquor of choice is vodka. I do not think dark liquor agrees with him but ultimately he will drink whatever gets him drunk. and so ensue the Sunday scaries (and the every other day scaries)

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giving each of u that did my sociology survey a big kiss <3 I just wanted to say thank you for doing it! your guys' answers meant so much to me and taught me so much and it was wonderful seeing how other people are doing <3 you've got this !

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the party's not over

part 0.05. intros.

AISLE TWO: CHAD SHUFFLE LINEUP

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extras <3

LET'S GO INTROS

this entire group of chads are all professors at tsuda university

(group chat name from something a teacher literally referred to them as when they were all students. the conversation went a little something like this:)

(first day of class, no assigned seating)

teacher: "no, you four cannot all sit together"

*chads look at each other*

oikawa: why not?

teacher: you guys look like someone lined up a bunch of fucking chads, shuffled them up and put them in random groups. this is not a compliment. how do you guys even know all each other?

bokuto: what's that supposed to mean? </3

kuroo's a chemistry professor, mainly teaching classes like intro to chemistry, organic chem, biochem, and also forensics, one of his favorites. he spent another year in school just so he'd be able to teach it

he graduated from tsuda university and then came back to teach there as well

osamu's works in the psychology department, teaching mainly college freshmen with introductory psychology and sociology classes (my husband). he did go to tsuda uni but also moved away for a few years to get experience in the field before returning back to work at tsuda uni

bokuto is college's volleyball team coach and teaches classes such as nutrition, sports and exercise science, and coaching. lots of students love him and come to him for help with internships and just basic advice. has stayed with kuroo all his life

OIKAWA'S A DRAMA PROFESSOR!!! that's what that d or f survey was for 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ also is a vocal coach,, my guy is always busy in every sense. he's either getting it on with someone or directing a musical or doing something tbh. don't think about it too hard, he's not really sure how he's managing all of this either. has stirred up a lot of drama within the department before but he's not purposely a bad person. just accidentally once met a student from tsuda university at a bar and they started talking until oikawa found out he was a student and immediately blocked him and refused to go to a bar or any dating app for months. everyone is still recovering from the incident.

all four professors live together which is a mistake of free will. kuroo broke their keyholder once because they were all coming back from a bar drunk once and he stumbled towards the keyholder, tried to grab onto it for support, and tore it out of the wall

they have one cat named beeboo. seperate the words and switch their order. did you expect anything different from four boys living together.

kuroo's very happy with his life right now. he enjoys teaching others and helping them while also still living and enjoying his outside/social life as a young adult. he feels like he's responsible enough to make good choices while still having fun, others may disagree

like y/n.

osamu's really tired of everyone! sometimes he feels like the only sane person in the group. he's the one everyone would agree can make responsible decisions and also have fun, but his three roommates are a different story

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the party's not over

part 0.05. intros

AISLE ONE: THE FUTURE OF 7/11

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yn works at a convenience store called passion's! kenma has just started working there as well

although he is still a streamer, he is not as popular currently as he would be canonically. also he wanted to work at the convenience store lol. bc cats.

the convenience store they work at often has a few cats and one german shepherd lounging around <3 the owner of the store owns the german shepherd and the cats are mainly strays who have been adopted by the store/become regulars. although this may seem like a health violation, this is common in some areas of japan where cats are effective for boosting sales and exterminating rodents. dogs also help with bringing customers in and keeping the store safe

saeko and y/n are best friends and always platonically flirting with each other. they've taken it upon themselves to take care of kenma and kageyama

everyone can legally drive but kageyama, the professional volleyball player.

he's never had a reason to get a license because he either takes a train or runs somewhere but sometimes his games are too far away but he refuses to sit in a classroom or learn about driving so he just asks other people to drive him if he needs to

kageyama's actually used to live in an apartment below saeko and y/n but he'd ask saeko for rides all the time and eventually they all got well acquainted enough they realized it'd be easier to all split the rent

kenma moved back to kodaira city after living on his own for awhile. he just kind of got bored and asked y/n if he could live with her. not because he needed help, he just wanted to live with friends (although he'd never admit it)

y/n has known saeko since high school. then they went to the same nearby university, had classes together, and started living together while in school.

y/n met kenma while in university through mutual classes. she went to school for a degree in business, and they had a lot of finance classes together while kenma was studying marketing

although she graduated with her degree, she's been struggling to find a job and isn't really that motivated since living with three other people is making things slightly easily so she's happy working at the convenience store

saeko works primarily at a nearby coffee shop (new grounds? 🙂‍↕️) and sometimes does a few odd jobs. also plays with a band ever so often

the 7/11 gc has three cats; sir (gray and white cat), alfredo (spotted black and white cat), and sebastian (black cat totally not named after sdv). kenma wants to bring more cats home from passion's but everyone else says no

saeko's usually up earliest and feeds them all but when it comes to who the cats choose to sleep with sebastian (sebby) is basically y/n's cat, sir chooses between y/n and kenma, alfredo likes to sleep with saeko

kageyama is forever alone

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Hi! I’m sorry if it’s already done, or too much to ask

Was just wondering if you could do a cat themed divider ?

Have a lovely day!! 🐾🎵

hi anon! and omg yes, I love cats - I can do that for sure! Hope you like these! 🐈‍⬛���

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as always a few more tags that were not able to fit in this rb but gorgeous chapter as always <3 I LOVE YOU RYE!!!

the night shift — an old promise

day 6 | masterlist | day 8

now playing: bambi by clairo

ᡣ𐭩 yn turning awkward as soon as she has any minor interest in a man 😝 why is she me

ᡣ𐭩 night shift imy </3

ᡣ𐭩 finals szn is going to eat me alive … but its okay cuz new tumblr theme 😋😋

ᡣ𐭩 i’m so excited to not have hw to do all day today this is what fridays are meant to be like

ᡣ𐭩 anyways !! yams and yachi saw the kags yn coffee/matcha date posting at a café that wasn’t new grounds and their jaws were wide open. on the floor.

ᡣ𐭩 my favorite trope is kags being in denial if u couldnt tell … i love that autistic man

ᡣ𐭩 sho had the worst outfit choices ever kags was about to cry

ᡣ𐭩 post date-not-a-date yn was heavy blasting laufey in her room she was yearning she was pining

ᡣ𐭩 kenma is OVER it he needs the pining to end

ᡣ𐭩 he’s been around for too many years of it

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HIT 30 TAGS ONCE AGAIN MY LAST TAG WAS JUST GOOD LUCK ON YOUR AP CLASSES MWAH I LOVE YOU RYE THIS WAS SO GOOD YOU'RE THE BEST <3 I LOVE MAC DEMARCO I LOVE YOU!!

the night shift — slow down

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now playing: heart to heart by mac demarco

"you're late," she hums, with a lilt of tease and jest. she doesn't look up at him. the jingle of the doors opening cues her into fixing her posture, her spine fitting into the shape of her chair. he watches the action but can't quite process it, too overwhelmed with all the sweat and clothes and hair sticking to his skin.

an apology falls from chapped lips instinctively. he slips into the space behind the counter and discards his jacket from his figure, haphazardly throwing it into the break room before taking his usual seat beside her. "practice ran overtime," he heaves out as soon as he settles into his spot. like routine.

it's a slow day. the night shift is busy, for the most part, but there are the rare handful of days where the store is stagnant. they're silent, save for the hums of the heater and the refrigerators and the wind outside the window, and compared to the last shift they'd worked together, it's not so tense. it's light, almost, the burden of unspoken words and misdirected emotions no longer weighing heavily on their shoulders. he basks in it, just for a moment, before she gets up from her chair to busy herself with something, anything to escape the stasis. he follows suit.

restocks are her favorite task, he's noticed. it's her go-to to pass time, when her hands don't know what to do with themselves and her mind runs rampant. the boxes sit beside the snack shelves, the tape sliced open and the flaps lifted, ready to be emptied and organized. his shoulder brushes against hers briefly as he situates himself next to her, leaning into the depths of the first shipment and handing each product to her one by one. they fall into a slow, steady system. he passes. she places.

"remind me why you didn't go pro?" she questions almost a bit too loudly, failing to consider whether or not she's breaching a checkpoint that she isn't meant to pass yet. she notices the stutter in his movements, the flicker of a hitched breath, the avoidant stare. the perspiration still sticks to his forehead from before, evidence of the effort he had been putting into practice moments before clocking in.

kageyama stands, his shoulders rolling back and the bones popping slightly. an inhale through his nose, an exhale through his mouth, and he droops, as if physically bearing the mental baggage of what she presumed to be his passion. "i burned out, i think," he starts. it's barely there, barely audible. "i think i was also just scared. i was becoming someone i didn't recognize, so," he pauses. "i dropped it."

i think, i think, i think, as if he was still unsure in a decision he made years ago. she leans against the shelf with one shoulder, her eyes fixed on his while he fidgets with a bag of candy. "do you regret it?"

"sometimes," he whispers, almost sheepishly. "i do want to seek help for it. yachi recommended therapy, but," he pauses again, placing the candy in his palms into hers. he wills his mind into ignoring the way her hand ghosts over his, but his body can't seem to follow suit, with the ticklish feeling running through his palm and the dusting of pink on the corners of his ears (it's only visible if you look hard enough). the bag is set up neatly on the shelf, in line with all the others of its kind. "id want someone i know to listen to me. someone who actually knows me, not someone who's forced to."

she doesn't ask any more -- she knows not to. her shoes squeak against the tile as she makes her way to the next row, kageyama following behind her with the cart of boxes. they fall back into routine. he passes. she places. again, and again, and again, until it's muscle memory, so much so that they just barely miss the chime of the doors opening.

the pair from across the street -- none other than her two favorite new grounds employees (and his, though he'd never admit that) -- waltz into the building, steaming hot coffees cusped between their gloved hands and thick, wooly scarves (matching, of course) wrapped around their necks. "we thought we'd visit," yamaguchi explains first, taking his and yachi's drinks and placing them on the counter as if the place were their own. "it's slow tonight, and i think i'd rather kill myself than make small talk with our boss."

the two rid themselves of their garments -- the scarves, the coats, the gloves -- and just like the coffee, it all finds itself splayed across the counter.

a warmth spreads through her chest at the sight. it comes again when they all sit behind the register, two spare plastic chairs pulled out for the newfound company. and it rises once more when they all laugh in unison, the sound reverberating in both the store and her heart. it trickles up from the bottom of her ribcage to the top of her head, and with each pass it makes, she feels even lighter.

she wonders where it all was before. the white-hot glow of everything around her washes over the burden of being once riddled in her bones, and she questions the bigger picture that had consumed her life before: the false yearning for what once was, the reminiscence, the overbearing memory of someone that isn't quite her. a soft breath falls from her tongue, and another, and another, and another.

ᡣ𐭩 sooo cheesy LOL. but i loved when i first thought of this chapter bc the vibes were so cute and warm and i needed it to be in this series

ᡣ𐭩 updates r obvs going much slower be of school..... i need to be shot before APs kill me (AP phys and AP calc bc i will always hate you)

ᡣ𐭩 kageyama very often comes in sweaty from practice. do with that what u will

ᡣ𐭩 it's not very common for yachi n yams to come into the store at all. to kind of clarify the relationship btwn yachi yams and yn, it's like online they're oomfs and irl theyre just moots. do u catch my drift. in all srs yn is the one to visit them more often (bc it's new grounds, duh) which is kind of what sparked the household connection (outside of kenhina)

ᡣ𐭩 it's ALSO not very common for kageyama to be asked about the decision that sort of haunts his entire life. his roommates know it's a sore topic, and they were also there when the decision was made, and hinata brings it up way too much already, and it's just such an awkward conversation that they try not to pry too far. which is both great and horrible for kags, bc while he doesn't necessarily want to talk about it all the time (again, the theme of running away from his problems), he knows that bottling it up doesn't help at all

ᡣ𐭩 am i projecting? i guess we'll never know!

ᡣ𐭩 as i'm typing this i'm realizing that i need to finish mezzo forte (might discontinue it to be honest but ARGHHGHGHSD its so close to ending)

ᡣ𐭩 the fall of mezzo forte is like my fall of the roman empire. but this isn't about mezzo forte this is about the night shift

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the night shift — forget about it

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now playing: overslept (feat. mei ehara) by faye webster

note: this is not a new chapter i just realized i forgot to put a taglist … whoops!

there's bodies strewn all over the floor. hinata lays sprawled across the living room carpet, while yachi inhabits the couch with her arms folded and her head uncomfortably leaning on the stiff armrest. kenma is nowhere to be seen (more than likely, he had retreated to his own bedroom to escape the possibility of waking up feeling gross and tense). three men lay beside each other, all of them using their own clothes as some semblance of a pillow or blanket (she tries not to look at him with his sweater beneath his head. the sight reminds her of the jacket — his jacket — that's been collecting dust in the depths of her closet).

she tiptoes cautiously around the mass of limbs and heads, her own all too fuzzy and numb to really be aware of what she's doing. her feet guide her to the kitchen, and the pantry door stares her, wide open and waiting. her morality outweighs her exhaustion. breakfast for five? six? seven? will do.

quite frankly, she feels like shit.

it shows in her movements; in the less-than-delicate cracking of eggs and the overspilled oil on the counter, there's evidence of her heavy heart and the remnants of alcohol still in her system. there's three different pots and pans on the stove and it's beyond overstimulating. she's starting to regret her decision, until soft footsteps pad up to her, just as quiet as hers.

kageyama stands beside her, almost awkwardly. his sweatpants hang loosely from his hips and the old, worn t-shirt he bears is clearly about to give out during its next trip to the dryer. something about the sight makes her heart churn and her chest ache. it's too comforting, too warm.

"are you okay?" he whispers. heavy snores ring in the background. it's just them.

"yeah, why?"

he shakes his head. the deflection comes to her easily, and just as easily, he recognizes it. he recognizes her. he sees the tell-tale signs of redirection when she shifts the conversation to work and breakfast and other miscellaneous things that are mere fillers to something deeper. the events of two nights ago float around in his head — the yelling, the cursing, the heavy breaths and even heavier sighs. he wonders where it all went, if she really, really didn't mean it. he hopes it was misdirection, but he isn't sure if he'll ever truly know. so, for now, he just hopes he can forget about it and let it go.

she glances at him occasionally. he watches intently as she plates the food, her hands nearly slipping in some places and his own flinching almost instinctively in response. they're quiet. the stove clicks off and the exhaust fan whirrs to silence. kageyama grabs what he can from the counter and follows her to the table, the plates and bowls clinking in unison.

it's too peaceful, too comfortable. the apology that sat on the back of her throat since that shift dissolves, too scared of ruining the solitude they'd established. she bites the inside of her cheek, slowly gnawing at the skin in hopes that it'll take away the guilt in her stomach.

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ᡣ𐭩 one of my fav chapters so far text convo wise

ᡣ𐭩 my biggest weakness is def funny and interesting conversations that aren’t just for the plot 😭😭

ᡣ𐭩 tsukishima came over w yams (begrudgingly) hence why he ended up sleeping over w them

ᡣ𐭩 post-stream they were soo exhausted and so out of it no one was in a stable condition to get back home

ᡣ𐭩 projecting my deflection into yn super hard rn

ᡣ𐭩 kenma is so mean to kuroo n yn but he loves them i promise. he’s just on his man period every other day </3

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someone tell me why this 30 tag limit is suddenly the most infuriating thing ever????? like rye you are just too good of a writer and you're stirring up so much emotion and thoughts in me I am so easily hitting this limit </33 I had a few more tags that didn't fit but they are here under the cut!!

the night shift — waiting in vain

interlude 0.2 | masterlist | day 5

now playing: waiting in vain by matt maltese

ᡣ𐭩 yachi my favorite instigator <333 i love u instigator yachi <3333

ᡣ𐭩 yn + yachi + yams r so close online but in person they’re a little more awkward around each other

ᡣ𐭩 baking streams r a common trope when i add kenma in my smaus … they r so easy and fun to include

ᡣ𐭩 yk that meme of the guy in the corner of the party thats like “they don’t know im ____.” that’s what kags n yn were doing the whole time but in diff corners 🙂‍↕️

ᡣ𐭩 kuroo getting back on that studious grind to make up for a year and a few months of being a boy failure </3

ᡣ𐭩 kenma always asks them if they want to come out if he’s doing a lifestyle stream and kuroo always makes the same joke and the roommates r TIRED of it

ᡣ𐭩 next chapter will be more eventful and cutesy 😄

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I HIT 30 TAGS AND SO NOW THAT LAST TAG SOUNDS SO SCARY AND SERIOUS I'M SORRY 😭😭😭 I WAS JUST ENDING MY TAGS WITH MORE SWEET STUFF AND HEARTS <333 THIS WAS SO GOOD RYE!!

the night shift — interlude 0.2

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she tries not to think about that night.

it's all too clear in the back of her mind. the violence that creeped up on her tongue and shielded her from any pain that might have come her way, the stickiness of her sweat on her skin, the buzz of the (at the time) barely-working air-conditioning; it's too familiar to her. she does her best to encase it in a far, far corner, to make sure it never resurfaces, but on some days, it does.

the couch dips with kenma's weight beside her. his game is paused in the background, the soft hum of the music serving as the only noise in the house, save for kuroo's furious writing as he studies for his upcoming exam (he's finally decided to work on getting his doctorate, after sitting around for a year or two. kenma's funds are helpful, but they aren't limitless). when she looks at him, all she can hear is that night, all she can feel is that night, all she can see is that night.

almost like he haunts her with it.

he doesn't look at her. he doesn't need to. all it takes is him being there for her to be reminded of last summer; the turmoil and the struggles and the conflict.

("i don't need that kind of help," she yelled. "i don't fucking want that help. i'm not a baby." the words were hot on her tongue, searing her teeth and lips and gums. she stood in his living room, donning clothes that probably weren't hers and with an unclear conscience.)

she isn't sure if she's supposed to turn to him. her eyes latch onto the ground for any bit of stability. she can imagine the conversation now, she can almost predict the entirety of it in her head.

("then what? are you just going to wallow in grief until you can't sustain your own life anymore? is that the plan?" his words were pointed, all too accurate. he crossed his arms over his chest. she hated when he did that, his irritation overbearingly clear. "you aren't going to escape him if you don't do something to change. it's either i help you, or you help yourself in some way. figure it out.")

"how do you feel?"

"like shit," she laughs. it's half-hearted.

he shakes his head.

(just a few moments ago, she had stumbled upon their front door with one suitcase and a broken phone, the "missed call" notification imprinted onto her home screen. another buzz rung in her palm, and on instinct, her thumb sunk into the "decline" button. now, she stood in the middle of a foreign apartment, with a heavy heart and a heavy head.

she didn't want to rely on him, too scared of the possibility of dependency and the vulnerability that came with it. so, instead, she bites at his outstretched hand and turns away, to avoid any chance of being too reliant.)

"you can't let him continue to affect you like this," he starts. a blatant truth. "and, similarly, you can't keep turning back to him when things get rough and you need the safety of routine. stop relying on that net."

she doesn't respond.

(kenma was the first to answer her text, frantic and panicked and far from put-together, and he was the first to answer the door. he was the first to pick her up on the night of the first argument, and the first to offer her some semblance of support. but, all the same, he was the first to call her out on everything. that was his fatal flaw, in her eyes.)

he looks to her. she looks back, hesitantly. it's the same way it's always been since that night, no matter how hard she tries to run from it.

"promise me you'll work on it, this time?"

she smiles, and as he had hoped, it's warm and full of the essence of her. "sure."

ᡣ𐭩 another rye analysis bc im so in love with the night shift

ᡣ𐭩 the reason for yn and her ex breaking up with each other (probably?) won't be specified ever in this fic, but the vague idea is an inability to accept her as a flawed person. this is the driving force for this entire fic

ᡣ𐭩 this interlude is a weird, weird piece that alternates between the night yn moved in (the same night she broke up with her ex), and the current timeline, where she is still struggling to pick up the pieces and work on creating an actually sustainable life

ᡣ𐭩 kenma had offered to have her move in with them without much financial burden (in other words, he would cover most of the costs); yn did not take it well as u can see

ᡣ𐭩 same idea as kags and sho being so close in their own home but so distant because of a driving force that separates them

ᡣ𐭩 kuroo is working to get his phd in business in the current timeline bc he had stalled on it for too long and srsly flopped LOL. it's a small detail i wrote while planning and i wanted it to show up at least once

ᡣ𐭩 as i always say i hope this one made sense !!! sorry for procrastinating on this one for so long </3

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kuroo likes the occasional hat. a ball cap that someone gifted to him at a work event. he can feel it’s getting old, but he can’t help but like the stretched feeling of it. and his favorite beanie. perfect for the colder weather, he pulls it off and it reveals his bed head that yn seems to love

sweaters and flannels, staples of kuroo’s style. the cool autumn air unable to break through the woven fabric. he bought the sweaters secondhand and they always end up at her apartment when he falls asleep on her couch. he even started wearing flannels after yn mentioned she likes how comfortable the older ones are. ones that still have a scent of his cologne on them

jackets, a kuroo staple. whether leather, canvas, or a flannel-lined jacket, he always seems to be walking around with a jacket on. even wearing it at the beginning of the summer, only backing down when yn convinces him it’s too hot

corduroys and jeans fill his closet to the brim. the baggy feel of the pants has always been his favorite. however, when going to class he likes the occasional sweatpants with oversized tees. inside the pocket of his pants, you’ll likely find his wallet falling apart and a few pieces of gum left

when running around (at night included), kuroo likes a pair of converse. usually pulling on an old navy pair or some scuffed white ones where the bottom tread is already wearing. if he can’t find those in his mess of a closet, he’ll pull on a pair of boots, making sure to tie them tight

some of his favorite outfits to wear include those oversized pants and a thick sweatshirt. whether he sports a leather jacket over it or not. kuroo likes to change it up some, but yn is never surprised to see him in a combination of these three outfits

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PASSION - ATSUMU MIYA X READER

INTRODUCTIONS: 4 lifers

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LORE:

- 📍OSAKA - they're all MSBY jackals players - they live together - sakusa has a ring camera in his room because he doesn’t trust hinatsubo and his room's lock is broken and their landlord hasn't fixed it yet - at first it was just hinatsubo and sakusa lived on his own but his landlord kicked him out within like a month and in a big city like osaka it's a pain in the ass to find a good apartment quickly - he says he lives with them only temporarily but hasn't looked for other apartments in a while - atsumu cannot cook for his life - they tend to crash at osamu's shop whenever they feel hungry (minus sakusa) and osamu is sick of his ass - hinata has a history of getting scammed and they only recently found out it's always the same guy (because hinata broke his silence otherwise sakusa would've called it earlier) - bokuto obviously knew about hinatas scam but when he saw the poorly changed and written email about akaashi his mind went blank - sakusa considered texting meian to schedule a media safety lesson for hinata and bokuto

- hinata plays roblox and fortnite in his freetime - bokuto and atsumu had an argument about whether you drink milk from a glass or a mug - bokuto is for mugs, atsumu is for glass - the argument was pretty intense - sakusa likes to journal when he's left alone in his room so he can express his other emotions (besides anger & hate) instead of bottling them up - he's a little emotionally constipated - when atsumu isn't bothering his roomates he hangs out with osamu and suna and they sometimes reminisce about their time in highschool (he lowkey misses living with osamu but would never admit it)

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PASSION - ATSUMU MIYA X READER

INTRODUCTIONS: rent makki owes us

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extras:

LORE:

- 📍OSAKA - yn studies sports management and is one year in - yukie studies nutritional science and is currently doing her masters - komori is already a pro volleyball player at EJP raijin - hanamaki is "between jobs" (unemployed, college drop-out) - yn also works at a rug shop and is in a long-distance relationship with kenji futakuchi who she met online, and they've been together for roughly 1.5 years

- she moved from hyogo to osaka a few months before she graduated from highschool - she's started studying pretty late because she worked a billion jobs (after highschool graduations) to save money so she can move out of her fathers house - she doesn't talk about her family a lot or why she moved away in the middle of the schoolyear - met hanamaki at the job center 4 times and decided to become friends since "it must be fate" - hanamaki befriended yukie during a shared class and they saw the ad komori had posted for the apartment - so they moved in - which then also lead to hanamaki offering yn to move in

- yn doesn't really like/love what she studies but because she was exposed to a lot of volleyball and enjoyed watching it in highschool through some former friends she figured she could just go roughly in that direction - komori doesn't like it when songs get blasted and obsessively looped over and over again for days on end because he tends to get sick of songs pretty fast - yukie has been going to the gym rather consistently lately - hanamaki does who-knows-what in his freetime and used to scam people for money for a while because he was too embarrassed to go to the job center again after he was fired from his last job one week in (no one except makki knows why)

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