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I’m in a Beatles mood like crazy

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i am in a dead poets society mood these days

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i am so obsessed with chat is this real i cant wait to start updating again

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the ravens eye diner- morisuke yaku

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"i don't know what you want me to do (y/n), seriously. you can't keep dancing around it, just tell me what you want." yaku is sitting across from you in a small booth. his voice, slightly raised, echos against the walls of the nearly empty diner. the booths are all vacant except for one on the other side of the restaurant. an elderly couple sits in the blue seats, completing a crossword puzzle together.

"stop yelling at me." you fight back, not quite looking him in the eye.

he sighs and leans back in the booth, running his hands over his face.

"i'm not yelling at you, you're just being so confusing."

"you want to talk confusing?" you scoff. "i've been waiting here for years, hoping that you'd come back, and when you finally do, you start being all weird!"

"(y/n). i'm not being weird, i want you to come with me." morisuke tries to reach for your hand across the table, you do not take it.

"you can't do this to me yaku. you just can't." you stand up, starting to walk away from the booth. he stands up after you.

"(y/n) please. i need you and ive been stupid and its not fair, but it's true. you have to believe me i lo-" he starts, speaking to your back.

"stop. don't tell me that if you don't mean it." you stay facing away from him, not wanting him to see you.

"i do. mean it." he places a hand on your shoulder and makes an attempt to turn your face to his.

"if you meant it, and you meant it this whole time, then why would you leave. why would you stop answering. why, morisuke, why?" you feel the sharp tears start to well up in your eyes, careful not to let them drop onto your cheeks, you blink them back.

"i was scared." he's looking down now, not meeting your eye, but you can tell he is telling the truth. "i only really knew once i was gone, and then i was so scared of loving you from afar i knew i just couldn't do it. i'm so sorry." he finally meets your eyes again.

"i want you to stay morisuke."

"thats all i needed to hear." he smiles.

a/n: I’m redoing the taglist, so send an ask if you would like to be readded. i missed you.

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i am going to restart the taglist for the ravens eye diner because i worry that it has been far too long since ive updated, so please send an ask if you would like to be added

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would you read if i started updating ravens eye diner again

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atsumu miya is so cute

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ok haikyuu addiction maybe back momentarily

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I got a boyfriend like 6 months ago and now I have lost my hyperfixation on haikyuu lol it’s okay because I love him

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back for my every once in a while hello, i love and miss you all

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a real stand up guy

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6:52 pm. friday, august.

the late august air hits her face through the open window of her apartment. it’s not quite hot out, summer slowly coming to a close, but not quite ready to say goodbye. papers are spread all over her desk, coated in ink, some of the writing smeared, and smudges left on the side of her palm. she hears a creak from the doorway to her room.

“are you almost ready?” it’s kiyoko. she leans against the frame to the doorway, a light jacket pulled over her shoulders.

“shit-” (y/n) checks her watch, “yes, let me just grab a jacket”

she practically throws her pen and paper back onto the desk, rips a jacket out of the closet, pulls it on and follows kiyoko out of the apartment. she stands to the side as kiyoko locks the door behind them.

she snaps her fingers as they walk down the dim stairs to the front door of the apartment building. kiyoko holds the door open for her as they step outside. the walk downtown is a bit chilly, and she’s thankful for the jacket.

“how are you feeling?” kiyoko asks.

“same as every other night.” (y/n) replies.

“nervous?”

“ha. you wish, i’m getting on that mic tonight.” ”that’s what you said last week too, and you didn’t” kiyoko quips.

(y/n) sighs.

“only because as soon as i was ready to go up, that blonde asshole hogged the mic for the rest of the night! what was i meant to do?” she says, exasperated.

“i dunno… maybe don’t be so nervous? you’re jokes are good (y/n), you should share them.”

“yeah yeah. i will. tonight!”

taglist: @wyrcan @akaakeis @honeyfewr @ghostreader0307

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ok im writing

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Hi my friends

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Last Jjk leaks tonight

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Dang I am in flop era

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a real stand up guy- the hot spot

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the hot spot is a bar stuck right in the middle of a college town, but hidden underground where only the most observant students can find it. open mic nights on fridays are the bars biggest nights of the week, and are when you find the talent of the city all in one spot.

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a real stand up guy

open mic night at the hot spot is the place to be. every friday night, the mic is on. there are regulars, such as a small group of musicians, including kei tsukishima on guitar. there are wannabe comedians, such as y/n l/n. and theres definitely complaints on hogging the mic.

kei tsukishima x f!reader

warnings/notes: probably ooc, language, drinking, reader is trying to be a standup comedian but i might not be very funny as a writer so you have to forgive me, tsukishimas in a band, oops, i hate hate hate him but i need to write for him so sorry, just me having fun, might not ever finish.

taglist: open!

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