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midnights with you
wc: 415 | genre: fluff, angst if u squint rlly hard | fem! reader x atsumu miya | cw: profanity, she/her pronouns, 3rd pov
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Y/N can’t sleep.
Well, that’s one way to say her problem. It’s 12 am and all she could think about is a nice bowl of black bean ramen. But, she doesn’t want to cook, she’s too lazy to cook. And what better way than to ask someone else to cook it for her?
By someone else, she meant her roommate, Atsumu.
Here’s the thing, though, Atsumu is probably asleep by now, and waking him up would be a suicide mission. Not only does he sleep like a log, but when Atsumu wakes up, he’s the grumpiest person on earth.
But, no one’s stopping Y/N now, she’s already on her way to Atsumu’s room to wake him up and “ruin” his night. She opens his bedroom door, and there he is, deep in his sleep.
‘He’s probably in dreamland right now.’ Y/N thinks.
Y/N had a wonderful idea to wake Atsumu up, and of course, it’s blasting EDM music in his ear at maximum volume.
You bet Atsumu woke up.
“Y/N? What the hell? Why are you here? And most importantly, why are you blasting music in my ear at midnight?” He says furiously.
Y/N just smiled cheekily. She knows that Atsumu isn’t actually mad at her, maybe a little annoyed, but never angry.
“I’m hungry, can you make me ramen, please?”
Y/N pleaded cutely, making sure to stretch that ‘please’ so Atsumu would give in.
“No.” Atsumu responded.
“Pretty, please?” At this point, Y/N is begging for Atsumu to cook for her, but Atsumu doesn’t even look one bit fazed.
“Why don’t you cook your own, Y/N? Come on, it’s 12 am, I need to sleep.” Atsumu says flatly.
Queue Y/N pouting. “Tsk. Fine.” She says and went out of Atsumu’s bedroom.
Y/N looks like a child not given candy during halloween right now. She’s pouting, brows furrowed, and stomping her way to the kitchen.
‘Of course he wouldn’t agree, Y/N. What were you even thinking? It’s 12:51 am.’ She thinks.
Y/N was having a hard time finding a pot, so she didn’t hear Atsumu entering the kitchen, his hands inside his pockets. He leans in the wall, just watching Y/N struggling to find a pot, with a smirk on his lips.
“I’ll do it.” Someone says.
‘Hm? Atsumu?’ She thinks.
She looked behind her only to see Atsumu smiling at her.
“Hey bub, sorry about earlier, you just surprised me, that’s all.” Atsumu apologizes.
“I’ll make you ramen?”
“Yes, please.”
“Black bean?”
“Black bean.”
a/n: this is my failed attempt of using 3rd pov in y/n imagines 😆
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this is me having the spark to write again 🥹🥹 I MISS THIS
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absolute pitch # u. wakatoshi | 2k words
↳ ushijima has trouble keeping you in his arms through the night; he comes up with an oddly ingenious solution.
for the simple pleasures collab hosted by @augustinewrites <3
Ushijima runs hot. He’d never realised this until two years ago when you pointed it out to him on your third date.
“You’re really hot.” were your exact words, and he almost tripped over nothing.
“Sorry?”
You half-hiccuped, half-giggled at his reaction, and the sound chimed in his ears. You were cute when you were tipsy, especially when you started whining a few glasses in because he couldn’t drink with you, a circumstance attributed to his dietician.
(By the end of the night though, he’d had a sip or two. It was impossible to deny you.)
“I mean, you’re really warm,” you clarified because he was definitely gawking. “Like a human heater.”
Since then, Ushijima became almost hyper-aware of how much heat he emanated. Not that it concerned him. It meant packing less for games in colder locations, no bathroom breaks during long movies, less time spent making his bed in the morning because he didn’t need a blanket.
If anything, him running hot was a good thing. At least, Ushijima thought it was until he stayed the night with you for the very first time.
Because though he’d fallen asleep with your head tucked towards his chest and your hand over his heart, he’d awoken the next morning on the other side of the bed, sweating like he’d just played an entire set.
That was how Ushijima learned the one downside of running hot: his body couldn’t physically withstand anything over an hour’s worth of cuddling. Which was terrible because, well, he really liked doing it with you.
When you moved in together, though he willed himself to keep you in his embrace before going to bed every night, the same tragedy always befell him come morning. Once, he even woke up with half his body hanging off the mattress.
“It’s okay, baby. Honestly,” you said when he brought it up a week after settling into the new place. The smell of stale, unlived in air still clung to the walls.
You looked unbothered. Maybe… “Do you prefer it that we don’t—”
“No! No, of course not!” Ushijima was worried you’d get whiplash from how feverishly you shook your head. “I like cuddling with you at night, Toshi. But I know you get antsy when you’re warm. It’s probably just a subconscious response that you roll away. To avoid body heat, you know?”
You’d stared at him with so much reassurance, compassion, adoration; his heart ached. Ushijima wanted to lift you onto the nearest surface and kiss you breathless in hopes you’d understand how much you meant to him. He would’ve, but you were wearing shorts, and he remembered how you’d jolted from the cold after he set you down on the kitchen counter while kissing you that one time.
Sometimes, and maybe it’s mean of him, Ushijima puts off immediately reuniting with you after a game out of town just to watch you from afar, in awe that no matter who looked at you, he was the person you were waiting for; he was the only person who could call you his.
Which was what made his predicament even more frustrating.
He’s always taken pride in the fact that he’s made it so far in his career. He enjoys the vigour of his lifestyle; the intense training, the travelling, the purpose. It keeps him busy, keeps his life in check. He’s never once regretted devoting his all into volleyball.
But sometimes—when he hears you try to hide the fatigue brining your voice during the video calls while he’s away or on the days he has to carry you into bed because you’d fallen asleep waiting for him at the dining table—Ushijima can’t stifle the guilt that rouses in him. He spends so much time away from home, from you, that sometimes he forgets just how pleasantly cold your skin is compared to his, how tender your gaze becomes when it’s directed at him, how delicately your smile stretches the plush of your lips.
So he can hardly be blamed for wanting to spend what rare nights he has with you as close as humanly possible. Ushijima’s tried everything to try and force himself to remain by your side through the night—weighted blankets, melatonin pills, insisting you sleep on his arm to root him in place, sleeping shirtless to decrease his body temperature (you seemed disappointed when he stopped doing that last one)—but nothing worked.
But if there’s one thing Ushijima’s learned from volleyball it’s this: to adapt is to win. There’s never a guarantee what his opponent will do next, which is why he knows the best thing he can do when something unexpected comes his way is take it in stride and adapt.
Which is why, on off days like today, Ushijima wakes up thirty minutes earlier than he should.
Because he may be a world-class athlete, but he can’t train his body to reduce the amount of heat it exudes. All he can do is accept the fact that he isn’t built to spend an entire night with someone in his arms without overheating. So, he settles for this instead: waking up thirty minutes earlier so he can use that time to cuddle.
(Heat pricks his ears at the word. It sounds childish, but it’s exactly what he’s doing. He wishes there was another term for it.)
Thirty minutes, however, is barely a blip in the grand scheme of things. Ushijima wastes no time in draping his arm across your waist and nuzzling his face into the softness of your shirt, breathing you in. The first few times he did this, he dozed off. Which would’ve been fine—it’s an off day—if not for the fact that unconscious, his body will inevitably stray from yours.
So, when drowsiness begins seeping into his limbs, Ushijima reaches forward and, though he is no artist, sketches you with the feather-lightness of his fingertip. Every curve, dip, slope of your face he passes his thumb over to stow in his mind, to unearth on the days he spends away so the sight of you never dilutes.
Usually he does this as gently as he can so he doesn’t wake you, but today you’re wearing one of his wide-collared shirts, the ones that slip down your arm to reveal your skin mottled by sunlight filtering through the sheers.
So how is he meant to resist dragging his lips over your clavicle to the tip of your shoulder? How can he not linger there, let your skin cool his own, bringing him to an equilibrium?
He smooths his thumb over your lips, the flesh whispery like chiffon. He has half the mind to abandon his guilty conscience to kiss you awake. Ushijima doesn’t have to though, because before he knows it, your mouth is curving upward and your fingers are wrapping themselves around his wrist to keep his thumb pressing into your smile.
“G’morning, Toshi.”
Your voice is filmed with sleep, your eyelids barely open. He lets you curl his fingers into a fist and watches as you ghost your lips across the grooves of his knuckles. Ushijima wonders if he could ever love you more.
“Did you sleep well?” he asks, if only to keep himself grounded in reality.
Your kisses travel to his wrist, to the single prominent vein which spindles upward to burgeon in his palm. When you hum an affirmative it sends vibrations along his pulse point.
Ushijima cups the back of your head and guides it to rest against his chest, his left arm lacing tighter around your waist. If his estimates are accurate, he has ten minutes left. He wishes he had longer.
“You’re so warm, darling,” you tell him, almost absentmindedly.
Are you uncomfortable? You must be. Winter has begun to winnow from summer’s sweltering winds; certainly that paired with Ushijima’s own startling heat would be borderline oppressive.
But when he shifts to pry himself away, you bunch the material of his shirt in your hands to stop him.
“Don’t go.” Your voice is muffled by cotton. “You feel nice.”
Ushijima should’ve known better. Of course, you’d find no contentions with his body heat. When have you ever? You revel in it, crave it even, because the heat is inherent to him, and you love him without conditions.
Because you’ve learned to adapt, too.
You and Ushijima dance to different tunes. Even undying love cannot alter the simple truth that each of your notes differ on a near structural level—coloured by your past experiences, your upbringing, your contrasting dispositions—because at the end of the day, you and him are different people. There is no harmony when you and Ushijima’s songs collide, only dissonance, but over the years, as you’ve designated crevices in yourselves specially curated for the other, you’ve each adapted your songs to fit the best they can.
It’s been three years since Ushijima has known you, two since you told him how hot he ran, and in that time, both of you have attained absolute pitch; learned to play the other’s tune merely by sound; borrowed and incorporated each other’s notes into your own song. So while there is no true harmony in the orchestra of your relationship, sometimes, if he strains his ears, Ushijima can hear your melody and his weaving to create something not necessarily right, but beautiful regardless. Because those few seconds of not-quite harmony are born from effort, from wanting to conduct something dulcet together in spite of the way Ushijima’s tempo may run faster than yours at times and your pitch a little higher than his in others.
Your not-quite harmony is a culmination of the little things you do for each other, to adapt for one another, like drying his hair while he rewatches games, dabbing your makeup away when you’re too exhausted to, sticking peppy messages scratched in ballpoint on the fridge for him, or, even, waking up thirty minutes earlier just so he can bask in your love if only for a second longer.
His alarm beeps once, twice, thrice, before Ushijima silences it.
“We should get up now,” he rasps against your forehead because that’s what the sound means.
Your breath blankets his cheek, his thumb caresses your hip.
“I know. I’ll go wash my face,” you say but you don’t move.
“Okay,” he says but his hold of you doesn’t loosen.
And maybe the two of you stay that way longer than you should. Maybe the half-hour stretches to one instead as you catch him up on what he’d missed while he was away—the Alphonso mangoes on sale at the grocery store, how you’d found the left side of your favourite pair of woolly socks behind the washing machine, the orange peel and honeysuckle scented hand lotion you’d been eyeing ceasing production—and he memorises the softness of your skin beneath his palm.
You tell him about all the trivial happenings, though Ushjima doesn’t like calling them that because the way you recount them makes him feel as if he were there living through it with you—juggling the weight of ripe fruit between his hands, shining his phone’s flashlight behind the washing machine for a glimpse of kitten-patterned wool, hearing the clicks of your mouse as you reload and reload the fragrance store’s website. And suddenly, he can’t wait to officially start the day because there are dozens of mundane things—simple pleasures—he won’t need to vicariously experience a week too late.
Because he gets to do them, with you, today.
But Ushijima thinks just a second longer in bed surely won’t hurt because he can’t imagine getting up any time soon. Not when he has you like this, not when he’s teeming with the knowledge that you are the only person in the world who knows his song by heart as he does yours, that in this moment, he can hear the not-quite harmony the two of you have built for yourselves from the simple pleasures, from all and nothing but the simple pleasures.
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“I just saw the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my entire life.”
Iwaizumi's face scrunches in confusion and indignation on the other side of the call.
"Princess, with all due respect, what the fuck are you talking about?" He asks, looking around subtly to see if people around were hearing his half-harsh words.
"Not only he's gorgeous, but he's super pretty too. Ugh, his eyes! I could stare at them forever."
"Y/n, I swear to God, if you're talking about an anime character again..."
"No, Haji, he's a real man, he's like three meters away from me right now- Oh God, he just flexed his jaw, I think I might die from his hotness."
Hajime’s blood was boiling inside. Why the hell would you call your boyfriend to talk about some other guy’s looks?! Was he not attractive enough? Was he lacking something?
“Sheesh, this man has muscles, I mean, his arm? Maybe I should take a picture of his biceps.”
“Y/n, can you sto-”
“He’s wearing a tight polo shirt and sweats, maybe he just got out of the gym?”
Wait a minute.
“What did you say about his eyes?”
“Oh, his eyes.” You sigh dreamily. “So green and so pretty. Oh, he’s smiling now. Haji, he has the most beautiful smile ever.”
“Is that so?”
“Yep. He could be a model if he wanted to. Do you think I should get his number? Though I doubt he’s single, it might be worth a try.”
“What about me?”
“Sorry, Haji, but this man is so freaking pretty, I just can’t help it.”
“Do whatever you want, Y/n. I wish you and the pretty boy all the happiness in the world.”
“Thank you, Hajime. Farewell.”
Iwaizumi ends the call and slips his phone in his pocket. After a few seconds he feels someone tapping his shoulder.
“Can I help you?”
“Sorry, I was standing there and I just could help but notice how handsome you are.” You smile smugly at him.
“Oh, thank you, you don’t look that bad either.”
You pout at his words and he has to hold himself back not to kiss the tiny space between your furrowed eyebrows. You slap his chest but he doesn’t budge, instead a light chuckle escapes his lips.
“You’re no fun, Haji.”
Your boyfriend wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer, giving you a kiss on your forehead while you make yourself comfortable against his chest.
“You need to stop these pranks, I never fall.”
“You almost fell, I could hear your anger in your voice.” He looks to the side, annoyed.
“You called me and started talking about some other guy of course I would be angry.”
“No need to worry, Haji, like I said, you’re the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my entire life.” Your arms lock around his neck to bring him down, you pamper his lips with quick pecks, causing him to chuckle. “My Pretty Boy.”
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OMI HELP HWAHAHSJAJWKQJSQJJAH
꒰💌꒱ — ASKING THEM TO BUY YOU PADS !!
featuring. bokuto kōtarō, kageyama tobio, hinata shōyō, miya atsumu, matsukawa issei, suna rintarō, sakusa kiyoomi, kuroo tetsurō & tsukishima kei
tags. slightly suggestive, crack, comedy
note. don't mind the typo i had at issei's 😭😭
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no but after nanami marries you his missions are just “my wife is waiting for me at home she’ll be furious if i miss dinner” and “it’s date night tonight therefore i would appreciate your cooperation” before he proceeds to beat tf out of a cursed spirit
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about
about me !!
you can call me yanna 🌷
‘06 liner ! (i am currently 16 yrs old)
asian citizen 🫡 (southeast asia!! i am filipino shish)
i rlly like writing and expressing my imagination through it :DD
i like kpop, haikyuu, and jjk !!
my ult groups are mainly twice and nct, i like a lot of 4th gen groups too!!
my fave characters in hq are seijoh 4 🫣 i love all of them but those four have my heart 💘💘
i rlly like getou in jjk ,, him and gojo 🛐
writing is one of my hidden passions ;(( i would love to pursue it in the future but in the mean time, i’ll stick to writing aus :DDD
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i learned of “Box beds” – cabinets with beds in them and, sometimes, lockable doors – were used for privacy and safety in parts of rural medieval Europe before individual bedrooms were common. They became fashionable even in homes with bedrooms and remained in use in Scotland into the 1900s (x)
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is anyone else like....... exhausted? just way too tired? mentally and physically? and you look at other people your age who seem to be doing fine and you feel so dysfunctional and broken because normal adult tasks and responsibilities just feel way too overwhelming and you can’t cope and
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[11:15 AM] akaashi keiji | bonus!
i totally did not forget to post this :))/;)/₱:₱ anyway here’s a bonus that should’ve been posted a week ago 🫣
read here! —> [11:15 AM] akaashi keiji
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[11:15 AM] akaashi keiji
take me out next time.
wc: 1,060 | genre: fluff | fem! reader x akaashi keiji | cw: mentions of allergies, profanity, lewd jokes, 1st pov
[11:15 AM] akaashi keiji | bonus!
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I didn’t know when it started.
At first, it was creepy. A pack of lollipops suddenly appearing inside my locker? Come on, it’s a locker for a reason, only I could unlock it, more so put stuff inside. It annoyed me, so much that I was a breath away from reporting it to the school.
But fate had a different storyline for me, and Mr. lollipop supplier (as i like to call it). Days of finding different flavored lollipops turned into weeks, and as time flew by, I grew out of my irritation. You could say that I got used to it, but never would I get used to the different notes I receive with the said sweets.
Usually, it would be the casual “good mornings” and “have a nice days”. Unknowingly, I would smile. No, more like a grin or a smirk. But I would never admit that it made me feel all giddy inside. Nope. Not ever!
Or so I thought.
It’s been two weeks since the whole set-up. I go to school, attend my morning class, go to my locker and find another pack of lollipops that I can add to my collection. I always wondered why mr. lollipop supplier decided that it would be lollipops. It could’ve been gummy bears, right? Maybe he had a special connection to the little suckers. I remember yesterday it was bubblegum, last week was peach-mango flavored, my favorite so far.
But today, bright red welcomes my eyes.
Cherry, huh? That’s too bad.
Now, don’t get me wrong! I appreciate it, of course. I would never complain about food, like ever. But the thing is, I am allergic to cherries. Yes, I get a really bad allergic reaction whenever I eat cherries, including artificial flavoring.
I didn’t want all of this to just go to waste, I’m not much of a waster, if that’s a word. So, like any normal human being, I decided to just give it to my friends! I kind of feel bad for not eating it, even though I shouldn’t because they came from a complete stranger/potential stalker, but we’re ignoring that part for obvious reasons. I don’t feel like having an allergy attack right now, not ever actually.
My thoughts were interrupted when someone came barging in.
Oh?
That’s not Suzuki sensei, rather it’s the class president.
Akaashi Keiji.
“Good morning. I apologize for the short notice, unfortunately, Suzuki sensei cannot attend math class today. Although, she did say to do an advance reading for today’s lesson. That’s all, thank you.” He said.
Queue the cheers from the students, looks like everyone’s happy about having no class, including me.
“Hey, let’s suck lollipops.” My friend told me, mimicking a sucking gesture, which honestly had a lewd look to it. Slightly baffled, I just nodded at her and laughed. Thus began their lollipop sucking, I just looked at them like they’re from another planet.
Looking back to the front of the room, I find Akaashi-san with a straight face. He’s always like that, has a poker-face with a monotonous voice, and he’s always speaking as if someone did a grave mistake to him. Like he’s mad or something, but maybe that’s just his way of speaking since he is the class president, to invoke authority, maybe? Bottom line is, he’s a scary guy.
While i was oceans deep in my thoughts, I didn’t realize that O was already staring at him, a bit too much. Noticing my rude behavior, he looked back at me and raised an eyebrow.
With my eyes widened and parted lips, I looked away.
Shit. That’s so embarrassing!
Was all i could think of. I assume he can see how flustered I am, as he was still staring at me. It was starting to get hot, like really hot. I’m not sure if that’s just me feeling flushed, or the AC is just busted. (maybe because blood is rushing thru my cheeks?!)
Saved by the bell. Students started getting out of the classroom, and so did I. I failed to notice the cheeky grins my friends gave me as they gor out of the classroom. Fumbling with my stuff, I quickly took my bag and headed out (tried to), still avoiding his gaze.
Just as i was about to go out—
“Hey, Y/N-san.”
Uh-oh.
Shit. This was not how I expected my morning to go.
I faced him, with a not-so-genuine smile on my face. “Akaashi-san! Is something the matter?” I responded. Politely, of course, shaking off the feeling of nervousness in my body.
“Forgive me. I was just wondering why you are not eating your usual lollipop just like every day?” He asked. (more like demanded but moving on)
Interesting.
How did he know that I eat lollipops every morning?
“Oh, that. Well, long-story-short, someone has been giving me a pack of lollipops every morning, today’s flavour was just not my cup of tea.” I chuckled.
“Oh… You don’t like cherries?”
Interesting, again.
I looked at him weirdly. First, he knew my usual get-up every morning, and now he knew the flavour of the lollipops?
“I’m sorry, but how did you know it was cherries?” Imagine me having the most confused face, like right now.
“Wait, you don’t know?”
“Know what?”
“I’m the one who's been giving you packs of lollipops every morning. You didn’t know?”
I-
Blink. “I had no idea.” Blink.
“I thought you knew since your friends saw me putting the lollipops in your locker one time.”
Oh, screw them! “They never told me anything. but wait! Why are you doing it, though?” I asked. Hey, I didn’t want to assume, even though I kind of know the answer now.
“Isn’t it obvious? I like you, Y/N-san.” He said with such finality in his voice, his eyes lovingly gazing at me.
“And, I was hoping you’d want to go out with me. Do you?” He asked, watching me carefully.
Hell yeah, I do!!!
Yup, this was not how I expected my day to go. I like it, though.
“Of course! I’d love to go out with you.” I smiled, genuine this time.
“That’s… That’s great! Thank you, Y/N-san.” He smiled. No, he shyly smiled.
You can say that we just stared at each other’s eyes for a good 5 minutes. I don’t hate it, but I’m definitely not complaining.
a/n: no thoughts, just akaashi as class president (*_*)
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love maze | msby x reader
summary: one mistake leads to another and you find yourself trapped in a messy love maze between four different idiots.
pairing: hinata x reader, atsumu x reader, bokuto x reader, and sakusa x reader
genre: fluff, angst, comedy, sexual themes, & eventual smut (idk yet)
profiles:
i love my beefies! | y/n simps
table of contents:
1. we need to talk…
2. worsestershire sauce
3. good wednesday?
ㅤ↳ yam’s birthday!
4. 11/11
5. why are men so weird?
6. good night!
7. delete this.
8. powerful woman
9. what do i say?!?!
10. victory
11. exhibitionist?
12. floppy french fries slander
13. nothing’s impossible
14. empty glass
15. two years
16. stars
17. bucketlist
18. piss kink???
19. one more problem
20. fist fight
21. head high
22. freedom of speech
23. slow dance
24. exclusive interview!
ㅤ↳ 5 cartons of milk
25. cookies
26. afraid
27. happy holidays!
28. fireworks
29. you ARE stupid
30. why?
ㅤ↳ [special chapter]
31. relationship status
32. you deserve this
33. biggest dick
34. olympics
35. love maze
epilogue
scrapped scenes: painting | sunday cleaning | city nights | arcade date | baby shower
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𝟎𝟓 - 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬 𝐢’𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 + 𝟎𝟒 + 𝟎𝟔
𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝
155. Beta tester (Kenma)
156. Roommate (Iwaizumi)✖
157. We’re good, are we? (Osamu) ✓
158. Haikyuu otome game
159. Strawberry coffee (Tsukishima)
160. mood: chaotic (Ennoshita, Tendou, Goshiki)
161. Stranger danger (Bokuto)
162. Wish I were (Kuroo)
163. Blow (Atsumu)✖
164. Easy (Suna) ✓✖
165. Hit it till it breaks (Oikawa, Sugawara)
166. Roomie (Atsumu)
167. Meet me in the hallway (Oikawa, Suna)
168. Red Flags & Long Nights (Terushima)
169. The last hour (Kuroo)
170. Goddess of love (Sugawara)
𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 | ♢ - 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥
224. Night changes (Suna)
225. Take her to the moon (Suna)
226. and then..they were roommates (Iwaizumi)
227. Strawberry marmalade (Hanamaki)
228. Creative chaos (Kuroo) ♢
229. Law of averages (Kenma)
230. Let’s play with love (Kenma)
231. Sunshine (Kuroo)
232. Helping to forget (Terushima)
233. Love me knot (Oikawa)
234. So...what do you say? (Atsumu)
235. Ghost of you (Kuroo)
236. Don’t hate the player (Oikawa) ⭐️
237. One-shot (Kuroo)
238. Made for you (Atsumu)
239. Melancholy hill (Oikawa)
240. Strawberry shortcake (Tsukishima)
241. love now, cry later
242. Not my type (Oikawa)
243. Both sides (Oikawa)
244. um, wrong number? (Atsumu)
245. invincible (Lev)
246. Astronomy
247. Sognare (Oikawa)
248. Game of love (Kenma)
249. 2 New Texts! (Kuroo, Alisa)
250. Milkies (Hanamaki)✖
251. Contractual obligations (Oikawa)
252. How to fix a broken heart (Atsumu)
253. Hide & seek (Iwaizumi)
254. Lazy ass
255. Safety net (Kuroo)
256. Summer loving (Oikawa)
257. The last hour (Kuroo) ⭐️
258. Bruises (Daishou, Kuroo)
259. Same curves different serves
260. Heart’s cut (Suna) ⭐️
261. Love is exciting (Akaashi)
262. Love is not for everyone (Suna) ⭐️
263. M for manipulative (Iwa, Oikawa)
264. Remembering our love (Iwaizumi)
265. Unraveled (Tsukishima)✖
266. With the flowers (Suna)
267. Ghost of you (Akaashi, Sakusa)
268. Kooks vs. Pogues (Kuroo)
269. The good kind of scary (Tendou)
270. Between bedsheets (Kageyama)
271. Number one fan (Atsumu)
272. Red roses and blue jeans (Kuroo)
273. Perfectionism (Atsumu)
274. You’re cute I guess (Asahi)
275. Fruit Roll Ups (Tendou)
276. Code red (Atsumu, Akaashi)
277. Valedictorian (Sakusa)✖
278. Everything comes back to you
279. Enough for you (Sakusa)✖@/meow-sic
280. Anti-romantic (Iwaizumi)
281. As friends (Suna)
282. Love me later (Nishinoya) ♢
283. Boyfriend (Suna)
284. My favourite craving (Bokuto)
285. Back to you (Atsumu)
286. Over it (Osamu)
287. On your level (Iwaizumi, Matsukawa)
288. love or pity (Kuroo)
289. How to make a guy fall in love in 10 days (Atsumu)
290. push and pull (Oikawa, Iwaizumi)
291. Stubborn in love (Iwaizumi)
292. Stupid for you
293. Twin flames (Kenma, Kuroo, Bokuto)
294. abandonment, my beloved (Tanaka)
295. Autumnal Sunshine (Hinata)
296. The Council (Suna/Inarizaki)
297. Pickles (Matsukawa)
298. Happier than ever (Suna)
299. INK’D (Tanaka)
300. Tattooed heart (Iwaizumi)
301. Not what we planned (Oikawa)
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303. Sour (Kenma)
304. Revenge so sweet (Atsumu)
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