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[fiendishpal]

IDC IF THEY'RE CANONICALLY THE SAME HEIGHT. SUNA SLOUCHES ALL THE TIME SO HE LOOKS SHORTER THAN WASHIO AND WASHIO EATS UP THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE HE DOESN'T HAVE THE HEART TO CORRECT SUNA'S POSTURE

p.s. tysm for putting me on another rarepair to obsess over. your art style is sososo beautiful i literally fall in love with it everytime i see you post

i take their canon height measurements and throw it out the window. it does not align to my interests.

it's unfortunate that washio would want to correct suna's posture, because that's just how he is i suppose lmao

and yo, it makes me happy to know that you enjoy the content i make, especially with rarepairs!!! it's always fun!!!(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

#thank you so much!!! #love letters #sgwrscrsh #fiend talks

[messwriting]

LEEEEEEEEE I'M BOUTTA MAKE OUT W YOU ON MAIN YOUR REBLOG IS SO SWEET CMERE LEMME SMOOCH

AISJAISJAISJAIJ OPE- IS THIS WHEN MY KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE LOVE STORY WILL BEGIN???? I’M READY <3 

please skye that smau has brought me so much joy during the last month. i was presented to it from one of @/newfriendjen reblogs and after that I was simply completely enamored with it. the way you portrayed the twins relationship was so ON POINT, so in character. the bickering, the learning, the support they kept searching on one another. the readers both being super close and also teasing. i loved it. your story-telling was INCREDIBLE.

 thank you for sharing that amazing work with us. <3 

#ONE OF MY TOP FAVORITES SMAUS FOR SURE SKYE #YOUR TALENT IN DOING THAT????? INCREDIBLE #DIFFERENT COLORS #DIFERENT READERS AND TIME-LINES #JUST AMAZING FOR REAL #KITH KITH <3 #lee answers #the mutuals pile #sgwrscrsh

[ukeishin]

ahhhh i must've done smt righr in one of my past lives to be blessed by an angel like this

SKYE PLS UR SO CUTE

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[sgwrscrsh]

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[haik-choo]

good man.| tanaka ryuunosuke

Tanaka is a good man. He swears he is. It’s among one of the things he’s proud of, others being his loyalty, his strength, his body, and you, the love of his life.

But even good men do bad things.

Bad things like sneak out. Bad things like meet up with their first love. Bad things like cheat on their current happiness with their old spark. Yes, even good men do bad things and Tanaka tells himself this for days, weeks, months. He tells himself this pretty-worded lie when he tells you that a customer requested his training in Tokyo, that he’d be gone for a few weeks.

Tanaka’s a good man, so when he knocks on the apartment door of his past lover guilt floods his body and heart like a tsunami crashing over him. His hands get clammy and he does his best to wipe off the sweat before she gets to the door, but when she opens the door and he gently grabs her forearm to pull her into a hug, she gives him an odd look, saying “What, did you run here?”

Tanaka’s a good man, so when she pulls him into the apartment and kisses him like a lover starved, he thinks of you. Waiting at home, smiling to yourself about how hard the love of your life works. He thinks of how much you trust him; how much you love him. He thinks of how you’d react if you knew his hand was clasped in another’s, his sweat mingling with theirs, running down their entangled bodies like a rogue tear.

Tanaka’s a good man, so he wants to tell you the truth. He leaves early. He boards the train early because he knows he has a long few hours ahead of him. He knocks on the door of your shared apartment earlier than you expected, days earlier, and surprises you. The smile that erupts on your sleepy face causes him to tense up. His heart swells three sizes bigger, and suddenly he doesn’t want to admit to you what he was doing while away.

But, Tanaka is a good man. So he confesses to you that night while you’re in his arms, tracing them up and down, muttering about how much you missed him the few days he was gone. He tells you the bitter truth in a low voice, raspy and tired, he tells you the bad things he did as a good man.

When you gasp sharply and get out of the bed, looking at him like he’s grown another head, all he does is sit up calmly. When you scream at him and throw the clock and books at him, all things that decorated your beside table, he simply closes his eyes. He knows this is what he deserves. And finally, when you throw on a jacket (that definitely won’t keep you warm in the Japanese winter night) and blindly shove clothes in a small duffel bag, Tanaka doesn’t stop you.

It’s only when you’re about to leave the room does he get up, his voice weak when he calls out, “Wait, baby--” his hands shaking and eyes starting to water with the realization of what’s happening.

“Don’t you dare call me baby, Tanaka Ryuunosuke,” the distance of his full name makes his heart clench and stops him in his tracks, “don’t you dare -- do you see yourself right now? Do you? Do you see what you’ve become, Ryuu?” He wants to answer each of your questions and curses himself when no words come out. He sees the hope leave your red eyes, he sees you give up, he watches as you turn around and before you leave his life forever, say “do you even recognize yourself?”

You leave and it’s silent for a few minutes afterwards. Tanaka doesn’t know what to do with himself. He doesn’t really care, either. He just sits. Thinks. He hears the beeping of the digital clock on the bed, one of the things you threw at him, and realizes he should probably get to bed. Worry about it all in the morning. He stands up, eyes glued to the floor, and then looks up. He sees himself reflected  in the mirror on the dresser in front of the bed, and he stops moving.

Hair is slightly unkempt from laying in bed with you, his skin is pale and a little dry because it’s cold outside, his eyes are red from him rubbing them. But most of all, his eyes are empty. They feel cold, unfamiliar. Slowly, like he’s touching a fragile piece of art, he lifts his hand to his face. His finger pads feel rough against his skin, nothing like your soft ones filled with love. The air feels heavy in his lungs, like lead, and his hand drops down. He stares at the person in the mirror.

He doesn’t recognize himself. And with that realization, he breaks. The tears that stood on the edge finally spill over, running down his face like rapids, falling off his face and onto the floor one after the other. Snot runs down his nose and lips as he sobs, breath stuttering as he harshly sucks in air. He wails, falling to the floor with his head in his hands, body shaking with realization that you’re gone, you’re really gone. Only when he falls asleep on the floor in front of his bed does he stop crying, silence falling on his unconscious ears like a thin blanket. Time stops for a while for him, and his thoughts pan out like a camera, and he sees himself laying there, alone, you nowhere in sight.

Tanaka was a good man, but even good men do bad, bad things.

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sgwrscrsh: slkjfaljfalj ummm i'm gonna go angsty with this one and kinda cliche but "do you even recognize yourself?" with daichi or tanaka i will let you choose <3

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[honey-makki]

tutoring

Tsukishima Kei x GN!Reader

warnings: established relationship, calculus, suggestive content

word count: 1k

summary: calculus sucks almost as much as being in a long distance relationship

It wasn’t like Tsukihima to miss out on your weekly study dates. Both of you valued your academic standing and were willing to put in the work to maintain them. Just because you were willing, didn’t mean you enjoyed it, which is why Tsukishima would spend almost half of his time on the phone pestering you to actually work through your math problems, rather than just complaining about the complexity.

“Y’know Y/N, you would probably be done with this first calculus problem set by now if you hadn’t spent so long trying to figure out why I couldn’t facetime you this week.”

“Well you can talk on the phone but not facetime? You gotta admit that's weird. And, I r-really like being able to see your face. It’s been so long since one of us had an opportunity to visit.”

You sounded so sad, and you were right. It had been far too long since one of you had enough free time to sneak away and visit the other at their university. “I had plans tonight for something important but I didn’t want to miss out on hearing your voice.” He hopes that confession would portray everything he didn’t need to say, that he values these phone calls just as much as you do.

“Kei, can we talk tomorrow also, I’m struggling to do this geometry integral and it would be easier if you could show me how to do it.” His lips quirk up just a bit, and he's glad you can’t see him. Your question is a little bit of a lie, you really can’t figure out this problem, but you could go to office hours tomorrow for help. You really just want to see his face. How his tongue peeks out of his lips when he’s focused, how he smiles at you when he thinks you aren’t looking, just a glance is all you need. A reminder that he’s there, even if he’s not next to you.

“Yeah I guess I can find time to tutor your ass. Are you gonna listen or try to get out of actually doing it again.” You let out a squawk, readying a defense of your character. But more importantly a brutal attack the “overstated importance of integra--”

“Hey, I have to go, I just got to my stop. I’ll talk to you later, yeah?” His voice is lighter than it normally is at this time of night. Typically riddled with exhaustion, tonight you find it with almost a teasing lilt to it. A tone reserved for compliments and adorations, and it doesn’t quite fit. You don’t have time to really say anything before he utters a whispered i love you in the form of “sweet dreams” and hangs up.

The doorbell signalling your food delivery pulls you away from your desk and text books for the first time in hours. The thought of warm italian food being the perfect thing to eat while watching a few episodes of Love Island before bed bring you immediate joy. You didn’t bother to clean up your appearance, since you ordered contactless delivery but you should have, because standing at the door is Tsukishima Kei. Your long distance boyfriend you haven't seen in months holding your take out from the place down the street.

Confusion of just seeing him here. Anger at him lying about his plans. Embarrassment about looking so ragged. You can barely comprehend the mix of emotions rushing through your body under the base one. Love for him, love that he came, and maybe a smidge of love for your favorite dish that he's holding in his hands. He must pick up on the anger flashing through your eyes because he raises his hands in defense.

“I didn’t lie to you! I said I had plans tonight. I do, surprising you here, pretty good plans if you ask me.” You can see his smirk, the one you could hear through the phone earlier and god you’ve never been happier about his condescending attitude. He expects the usual playful punch and stumbles when you throw yourself into him, hugging him close and tight. The grey fabric of his tee betraying you and showing the tears of joy sliding down your face.

“I’m here, ok?” He gives you a soft kiss on the forehead before guiding you inside, “Let me go set your food down and then I’m all yours babe, I can’t really hug you holding a bowl of pasta in one hand.”

Letting go was hard, him coming back to you, sprawling out on the couch with you underneath him made the brief distance worth it. His warmth is welcome, a heat you didn’t know you were missing until you got it back. The woodsy scent of cedarwood and sage create an intoxicating aroma that would lull you to sleep if you heart wasn’t thrumming with excitement from the mere proximity. It has been too long.

You don’t know how long you held him there. Long enough for your food to grow cold and ache to settle in your bones from the ultimately uncomfortable position. He shuffles around trying to redistribute his weight and you just groan, a little in pain and a little frustrated.

“Don’t leave me, Kei. You’re warm and boyfriend duties say you have can’t let me be cold.”

“What, don’t wanna go to your room and figure out that killer math problem? Just wanna lay on the couch all night because I know it isn’t comfortable.”

“..No, Wanna go to bed but I don’t want to waste a single minute with you.”

He gets up and before he objects,has you in his arms bridal style carrying you to your room, “You don’t have to worry about me wasting a single minute with you. You are far too important, not to mention enticing, to ignore.” The wiggle of his brow made you laugh before leaning up for a kiss.

“Calculus can wait until tomorrow. I think I’ve waited more than long enough to spend the night with you by myself.”

His voice is a whisper “Can’t argue with that,” as he lays you down on the bed and kisses you deeply, like he won’t ever get the chance again.

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[lovemeafterhrs]

the graveyard shift | s. rintarou

prologue: 4am breakfast club

loretta’s diner had always stuck out like a sore thumb off route 97, from the ironic namesake to the dusty pink accents. you see, the owner’s name was ironically not loretta, nor had the owner ever known a loretta in her time living in tokyo. the establishment had already made itself out to be peculiar from the moment you walked inside, the pale pink tones of the walls greatly contradicting the bright fluorescents from right outside.

the graveyard shift was particularly prone to the unusual, especially during the cold, foggy nights of winter. the oddities were almost commonplace, a new normal for the working staff that dealt with the unusual customers regularly. they did little to question it, only making occasional comments to the daytime staff that would never understand. there was a clear disconnect between the two, particularly displayed by a girl that had worked there over two years.

the graveyard shift, almost completely exclusive to sleep deprived college students, had become her own personal haven. she’d always hated mornings, and the lack of customers gave her plenty of time to cause problems for her other coworkers. most of her hours were spent doing almost nothing, save for helping the occasional customer in the normally quiet dining area. hence, she was usually occupied with busy work throughout the night. she knew every edge and flaw of her aunt’s diner, wasting her time mopping the floors as she waited eagerly for her bi-weekly paycheck. her shifts were often dreary, brightened only by the presence of her rotation of favorite kitchen staff. she’d taken on shifts she’d hated just to see them, frantically moving from table to table as customers flooded the small diner. the earlier shifts were much too busy for her liking, and she found herself fighting off the anger pooling in her gut as the bell above the door jingled once again.

she had a few coworkers she hated, a couple she despised. being the boss's niece wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows, considering her aunt’s habit of roping frequent customers into joining her staff. she often ended up with troublemakers under her wing, and they were far more concerned with the debt they compiled for property damage than working in a shitty diner. because of this, she had grown to cherish her late night shifts with the few people she did like. besides, working late shifts came with a pay raise that she couldn’t exactly say no to.

the morning shift on the other hand, that was a different story entirely. she was one of four waitresses, and her mood often reflected the person she’d been paired with that day. another perk of night shift was being only one of two employees in the restaurant, leaving the back counter much less crowded than the typically busy morning shifts. that was another thing she hated about mornings, besides waking up at the crack of dawn to fix the mistakes from the night before. she much preferred to make those mistakes, laughing her way through the late night as the bright lights of the restaurant turned off.

one of the frequent fuck-ups of the day shift was suna rintarou, and his perpetually bored stare often found hers as he tiredly made his way to his shifts almost an hour late. he was an occasional topic amongst the other waitresses, but the issue had yet to be brought to upper management. upper management, of course, being her moderately overbearing, money-savvy monster of an aunt. she much preferred not to get her involved at all, instead choosing to glare holes into the back of his head during every morning shift she covered. time management was a crucial skill; one that he had obviously yet to learn. his movements around the diner were often scattered, and her minimal interaction with him proved that he still had a lot to learn.

as the summer quickly turned to winter, she heard less and less complaints about the aforementioned fuck-up. to be fair, she’d also limited her time on the morning shift until it was almost nonexistent. nothing could take away her precious hours of the morning, crashing down onto her pillow almost immediately after every late night shift. there she laid, stone cold in her sleep until the late afternoon, just to wake up and do it all again.

on top of that, taking on additional morning shifts was inconvenient to say the least. she’d only arrived to work that morning to visit her favorite line cook, working his last shift amongst the disastrous day crew. she’d felt bad, thrown on her apron, and now found herself running table to table as osamu laughed from the kitchen.

‘at least he’s enjoying his last day.’ she sighed, swaying her hips lightly in her uniform skirt as she served drinks to a group of college students.

he was one of her favorite night shift companions, and she’d admittedly been sad to see him go. his replacement was less than desirable, but she’d have to make it work somehow. her shift was tiresome, bordering on demanding as she continued to eye the clock. sighing in discontentment as customers bustled around the diner, she’d decided to go home early instead of taking her lunch. there were more than enough employees to last until the night shift, and she felt her eyelids getting heavy as she walked over to the register.

“day shift is stupid.” she huffed, clicking the button to print her timecard as she moved to take off her apron. “at least i don’t have to come back until tomorrow night.”

employee clock out

job: waitress

time in: 10:00 AM

time out: 4:14 PM

hours this shift: 06:14:00

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[messwriting]

I LIVE FOR IWALEE YALL GIVE ME SO MUCH SEROTONIN

RIGHT SKYE????? I JUST CANNOT WITH THIS MANNNNN I LOVE HIM SO MUCHHHHH SIDAISODJFSIOFHSGIUSDH HE’S WAY TOO CUTE FOR HIS OWN GOOD OKAY I’M ENCHANTED BY THE MOST MUNDANE STUFF!!!!

at some point i’ll just start a iwalee au tag IJDOASDJAISDJ (because most of my readers are me when i write iwaizumi, you guys need to understand this!!! IJDSOIAJDSOIASODJ)

love u skyeee <3 thanks for being a long time supporter of iwalee <3 IASJAISJAISJ

#lee answers #sgwrscrsh #the mutuals pile #iwalee is strong and alive

[goldentsum]

— white-smoked visions with sugawara ♡

to: @sgwrscrsh​

from: the mischievous stars

— your relationship with him:

oh my, you’re so perfect for each other! you two are so similar and just matches so beautifully that sugawara can’t wrap his head around how someone seem like they were made just for him and vice versa. 

you two take care of each other and like magic, you two seem to always know what’s going on with the other and what they want to do. sugawara won’t stop thanking the gods or what ever brought you two together for the opportunity to feel whole and perfectly serene. 

your relationship with suga is either a soft moment of peace and taking care of each other or teasing and light-natured play fights that always seem to leave you two breathless and giddy. 

sugawara always takes the time to show you how much he appreciates you, always talking care of you and making sure that you’re well fed and had rest well and, of course, you do this to him too and when you first did it to him, he got really teary and soft because he was always so used to taking care of other people that he tends to forget himself. so knowing that someone is always there for him, supporting him, and taking care of him makes him feel so happy and thankful. 

when he knew that you want to be an ob-gyn, oh how proud he is of you and he’s so amazed! he knows that you can do it after all! 

sugawara might not know a lot of things about your course/program but he will help as much as he can. he’ll get you healthy food and drinks when you’re reviewing and studying and he’ll help you with your flash cards, testing and reviewing your knowledge if you need it. 

this man is just so in awe whenever he sees you. you’re so beautiful. so smart. and so ambitious. 

if something goes wrong, he’ll always be there by your side, hugging and pecking your forehead, caressing your hair and skin as he mutters words of affirmation to remind you of your worth. that it might not always go right but everything would be alright again because you’re you and that’s all you need to stand up again because you’re amazing and can do anything you can think of. 

over-all, sugawara koushi would do anything for you and you’re thankful for that. 

— pictures:

— songs that describe your relationship with him:

just the way you are - bruno mars

my girl - the temptations 

— ending card from hoonie:

hiiii skyeee haha! thank you for joining my little event! i hope that this made you happy or that you liked it hehe! thank you for always checking on me, sweets D:< luv u always!! have a GREAT day bb!! 

#hoonie's 5k event: he lives in daydreams with me ⛅ #dream 1: white-smoked visions #sugawara koushi

[ukeishin]

no because i watched all of aot w my friends and mikasa's devotion to eren comes up in conversation so often but the line "it dawned on mikasa that she loved eren, but she was not in love with him" made me unreasonably giddy. AND THE FACT THAT SHE STILL HAS THE SCARF AFTER SHE'S CONFESSED. i just love how perfectly you portrayed the different ways to love people i loved mercy point blank period thank you ♡

skye what the fuck it makes me so happy you liked it this is going to make me cry thank u so much for the sweet words <333

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[sgwrscrsh]

skye how are you!! how’ve you been lately ♥️

hello baby! i've been lurking here n there between classes bc i signed up for 3 this summer like an idiot and feel this close to burning out constantly but that's on me. also dealing w the worst case of writer's block n nearly zero motivation to get past it and i miss my moots but enough complaining. how are you, my love?

#sgwrscrsh×asks #sgwrscrsh×anon #i can't believe how long it's been since i've posted on either blog oops

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[lovemeafterhrs]

the graveyard shift | s. rintarou

track one: misery loves company

by the time suna rintarou finally arrived at loretta’s diner for his first late night shift, a thick layer of fog had already begun to drift through the streets. it was almost eerie, like something straight out of a horror novel. the only lights that occupied the night sky were that of his job, pink fluorescents beginning to give him a headache even from the parking lot. it was odd for him to be working so late, not used to the absence of sunlight as he opened his car door. his black car was the only vehicle in the entire lot, save for the red civic parked behind the building.

he sighed, rubbing his tired eyes as he walked through the dense mass of fog. the lights of the diner reflected through the windows, surrounding the empty seats with a pale glow. the bell overhead had startled the girl in the corner, and she turned to face the door with a broom in hand.

she stopped, as though she was trying to remember the name of a person she barely remembered. the stare she threw his way was almost judgemental, and it sent a chill down his spine as he watched a lightbulb turn on in her brain.

“oh, i know you.” she deadpanned, setting down her broom as she stopped to look him up and down. “you’re that kid who broke the gumball machine out front last year and didn’t have enough money to replace it. i thought you worked day shift, what are you doing here?”

“if i’m being honest, i hated coming to work so fucking early.” he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he made his way behind the counter. “i have volleyball practice most mornings, so it makes it really hard to make my shifts on time. boss lady said it would be a good idea to work the night shift instead, now that i have experience or whatever.”

“that’s fair, but it’s not exactly a difficult or experienced work position. it’s practically dead this time of night, so no-one really cares.” she was right, of course. the current patrons consisted of an elderly lady and a disgruntled child, seated in the back corner of the diner with a plate of fries between them. the small boy was currently drawing on the tables with ketchup, a frown on his face as the woman tried to console him.

“it’s a lot quieter than the morning shift, that’s for sure. i like the quiet, though. i didn’t realize it got so dark so early.” his eyes kept shifting from the tables to the fog outside, taking notice of the lack of people occupying the empty spaces of the room.

“the sun keeps setting earlier and earlier, so most of the night shift is just closing and prepping for the morning. we’re technically open until like four, but end up leaving a lot earlier during the winter. have you ever closed before?” she turned to him, and he shook his head as he tied his black apron across his waist. “you’ve been here for a year and have never worked a night shift?”

“nah, the boss was pretty determined to keep me on day shift until the spot came open. she’s kinda weird, isn’t she?”

“oh trust me, my aunt’s a blood-thirsty shark.” she shivered, and suna’s eyes turned into saucers as he processed her words. “her and her diner will be the death of me, i swear.”

“i didn’t know she was your aunt, is that why you work here?” at his question, a noticeable tinge of irritation met her features as she scrunched up her nose.

“no.” she seethed, wiping off the counters as the two remaining patrons turned to leave. “i crashed her car learning how to drive when i was sixteen and i’m still paying off my debt. stupid lady and her sense of responsibility-” her rant was interrupted by the chiming bell of the front door, and they turned to the entrance to greet the incoming customers.

“suna, i didn’t know you were working tonight!” the loud voice of his friend bounced off the walls of the restaurant, immediately taking notice of the girl beside him at the counter. “how’s my favorite night shift employee?”

“oh, i’m good actually-” suna started, only to be cut off by atsumu as he sat down on one of the nearby bar stools.

“i wasn’t talking to you.” he stated, earning a laugh from the girl as she grabbed her notepad from her back pocket.

“the usual?” she asked, and he nodded enthusiastically with a thumbs up. “okay, cool. suna, do you want to work in kitchen or up front tonight?” not even bothering to look up as she scribbled across the pages, she wrote down atsumu’s order as suna contemplated his position.

“kitchen is fine, i’d rather not deal with customers.” he decided, and the glint in her eye did not go unnoticed as she moved her way back to the countertop.

“cool, i didn’t want to clean the grill anyway. can you bring me two sides of hash browns with ham?” quickly clocking in, suna nodded as he made his way behind the counter. opening the door into the kitchen, suna sighed to himself as the overwhelming smell of fry oil met his nostrils.

the smell was eerily familiar, much like the wafting aroma of burning bread that came from the broken toaster every time he tried to use it. he was always more comfortable in the kitchen, far away from the prying eyes of the day shift’s customers.

admittedly, working alone next to the hot fryers had left him bored, only moderately entertained every time the dishes began to pile up. the graveyard shift was tame, but uneventful. atsumu was the only patron at the moment, laughing along with her by the counter as he rang the little bell to send out the order. he’d already narrowly escaped multiple work injuries, finding himself distracted as he watched his friend laugh through the warmer.

the night would end up being long and tedious, like every shift he’d ever worked previously. there were only a few differences, like the dramatic change in clientele as the night dragged on. he now understood where the disconnect between the shifts came from, eyeing customers nervously as the girl served them without question. it was like she was immune to the odd and indifferent, paying no mind to the oddities that constantly crossed her path. the only time she stopped was surrounded in the bubbles of the sink, quickly rinsing off dishes as she filled him in on the weird things she’d seen.

it was definitely unusual, but certainly not the worst thing to ever happen at loretta’s diner.

employee clock out

job: cook

time in: 10:00 PM

time out: 4:08 AM

hours this shift: 06:08:00

masterlist:

taglist: @4kaashl @dreamstormings @babytsum @sgwrscrsh @kozutenshi @skomiomi @420-uwu @elianetsantana @momoinot @sakusarights @anngelllla @hawkssnugget @babytigerchae @angrylittleriri @sunuhhhh

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smau #suna smau #akaashi keiji #rintarou suna #the graveyard shift <3

[ukeishin]

THANK U YOUR THEME IS JUST AS PRETTY AS YOU

SKYE PLS IM SENDING U ALL MY LOVE RN

#mailbox #sgwrscrsh #love.skye #pen.pals

[ukeishin]

celeste you're so intelligent your big brain got my heart all aflutter lemme smooch 😘

( ^ ᴗ ^ )ε^ ) us rn

#ALSO I LOVE UR NEW THEME #sgwrscrsh #love.skye #pen.pals #mailbox

[ukeishin]

if anything, they're rly cute worms 🪱🪱

skye im so glad u think my brain worms are cute <333

#DJDKJDKA I HAVE A HEADACHE FROM READING #omg but ur BRAIN THOUGH????? #full of knowledge #FLDKDJS I THINK IM LOSING JT #mailbox #sgwrscrsh #love.skye #celestial.bodies