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The art of falling. From grace. In love. Apart.
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- Part 11 of agnōscō: to claim | an anthology (2020)
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26 Mar 2025
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“I bet this cost an arm and a leg.”
“Yeah, it did.” Kenma sighs wistfully, and a cocky smile plays at the edges of his lips like he’s proud of the fact that he's shelling out so that Kuroo looks paid for. It makes Kuroo want to give him whatever he wants whenever he wants it. The moon? Deal. The crown jewels? Absolutely. Kuroo’s still beating and bloody heart in the palm of his hand? Done.
“And you don’t mind? Spending this kind of money on me?”
“I just like getting you nice things,” Kenma replies, his voice is quiet, almost like he’s talking to himself, “Is that so bad?”
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- Part 4 of Fan Behavior
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Bookmarked by 10pmsunset
13 Mar 2025
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Suddenly, like a blast of light—
"Hey, Kita?"
He vacillates, Shinsuke realizes. Wild vacillations. Overconfident and boisterous, sexual and flirtatious, then shy and skittish, injured and small. Which one is the real you, he wonders, turning to face him, or is it somewhere in-between? Is it somehow all of that and more?
"I won't be here in the morning," Atsumu says. "I promise. You don't have to worry about me... about me overstaying my welcome."
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23 Jan 2025
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Atsumu was only trying to help the team. That's the only reason he offered himself up with no strings attached.
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Omi goes into rut, and Atsumu swears he'll help him through it. He doesn't know what he signed up for.
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Bookmarked by 10pmsunset
17 Dec 2024
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Simultaneously, Oikawa slides off the couch until he’s kneeling in front of Iwaizumi and glancing up at him. His gaze is heavy-lidded while a flush spreads across his cheeks, coloring his skin a magnificent shade of crimson. It’s accompanied by a knowing smile, which causes Iwaizumi to bite down on his lower lip. God, those glasses really look good on him.
“You can fuck my mouth while I wear them,” Oikawa says then, dragging the syllables out and painting them across Iwaizumi’s skin with warm breaths.
Iwaizumi chokes on his next inhale.
(or: oikawa gets a pair of new glasses and iwaizumi really likes them).
Bookmarked by 10pmsunset
15 Dec 2024

