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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 = lily she/her. 19. sfw.

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miss u omg 😞

OMGOMGKMG LITERALLY HAD TO READ THIS TWICE !!!! miss u so bad 🫶🥲 how r u !!! i hope life has been ok to u recently ☺️🫦

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HIHI MY SWEET LILY ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ i miss you lots 'n hope you have been doing well <33 mwuah!

NINININI!!! <3 how hv You been !! i hope life has been treating you ok, and if it hasn’t, remember to stay hydrated and that tmr is a new day !! i hv been so busy with uni apps n work 🫠🫠 (Come n save me ..) (slaving away for capitalism..) muacks

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MAAM ARE YOU STILL ALIVE AND WELL???";! HOW R U OMAGAA IMYSM☹️☹️

HI HELLAW WHO IS THIS UR SO CUTE FOR CHECKING IN ON ME~~ but i am alive n somewhat well!!! how bout u? ☺️☺️

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HIGH TENSION SCENARIOS WITH HQ BOYS

RIDING PUBLIC TRANSPORT – where it's peak hour on the train, and you're getting squashed against him. you can smell his minty deodorant and, if you're not imagining things, hear the thumps of his heart in his chest. (it's your fault for looking up at him through your eyelashes!!) when you're nearing your stop, he leans down and whispers in your ear, "we're getting off soon."

IWAIZUMI, ushijima, osamu, bokuto, daichi (SORRY IM NAMING ALL THE BEEFY MEN...)

TOUCHING SHOULDERS – you are watching a movie together when he starts getting comfortable and scoots closer, accidentally grazing his shoulder against yours. none of you are focusing on the movie and you're both thinking to yourselves, does this mean anything more?

akaashi, kita, KAGS (boy would start blushing SO much), kenma, sugawara, sakusa

SHARING A BED – awkwardly lying as far away from each other as possible, only to wake up with entangled limbs and your head on his chest. one of you wakes up first and quietly observes how peaceful the other looks and how beautiful they were with the soft morning sun kissing their skin.

yamaguchi, mattsun, ushijima, sugawara, hinata, SAKUSA (this man will literally ASK you to sleep further from him before unknowingly spooning you in his sleep lol)

PUTTING SOMETHING OUT OF YOUR REACH – he probably just showed you an unglam picture that he took of you, and you reached over to snatch his phone out of his hand. but he's quicker - he raises his phone above his head to make you jump for it. he smiles smugly while you whine, tiptoeing to the best of your efforts. both of you are suddenly very aware of the sudden proximity between you. tense silence ensues

kuroo, SUNA, oikawa, TSUKISHIMAdjkfnsdkfn, tendou, atsumu, bokuto??

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where are you? i’ve been waiting to share my annual elephant seal facts with you. i hope you are staying hydrated 🍾

hello hello !! im here 😚😚 pls share ur elephant seal facts and thank u! stay hydrated and eat well too 🍚

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i am bored and want to interact so my qotd is: which one is better, tomatoes or mushrooms, and why is it tomatoes?

MUSHROOMS. a thousand percent !!!! and why mushrooms? they juicy . they cronch cronch . they yumz . thank u for coming to my ted talk 😳😚

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HQ BOYS MEETING A BEAUTIFUL FAN PT 2

⟶ ft. sakusa, atsumu, akaashi

‎♡ sakusa

"are you sakusa?" a small voice behind him peeps up.

sakusa turns around, a scowl on his face, ready to lecture whoever just disrupted his pre-game ritual because if there's one thing that sakusa hates – it's talking to others before a game.

and oh boy was he about to make an exception right now.

he blinks at you, drinking in the way a cute smile was plastered to your face and all he can think of is, are you real? how can someone this pretty exist?

he snaps out of his speechless stupor and hums, "that's me."

you let out a sigh of relief, handing him a pack of masks, "i found this outside the locker room, and thought maybe it'd be yours."

"how do you know it's mine?" sakusa asks curiously, raising a brow.

"oh! uhm! i may or may not be a fan...so i kind of know you wear masks a lot!"

oh god. not only were you pretty, but you were also a fan! his fan.

he flushes from his cheek down his neck, and gives a little nod, "oh. nice. do you want a signature or somet –"

before sakusa can finish his sentence, hinata pokes his head into the room, clueless, "sakusa! our match is starting soon! oh, hey, sakusa's friend!"

sakusa wants to roll his eyes at hinata, but he just mutters, voice velvety, "i guess the signature will have to wait till later. meet me here after the match if you still want it."

♡ atsumu

"how could ya forget?" atsumu yelps, thrashing his arms around dramatically as osamu stares back at his blonde twin blankly.

"forget what?"

"forget to tell me that she's pretty??" atsumu whisper-shouts, gesturing towards you – osamu's new employee. atsumu expected your presence at the game, but he did not expect you to turn up looking like this – in a short skirt, soft legs out on display.

"who's pretty?"

atsumu turns around and stares at you, horrified, wondering how much of the conversation you had overheard. atsumu blinks and immediately starts stuttering, "uh. t-the receptionist at the hotel?"

"oh? do you have a picture?" you tilt your head, and atsumu swears he's about to die from your cuteness.

"tsumu thinks he is pretty." osamu shrugs nonchalantly, "what a weirdo."

at that, you just chuckle and lean in to inspect his face carefully. atsumu feels his breath hitch in his throat and swears his heart is about to leap out of his chest, when you lean back and nod in agreement, "yeah, atsumu is pretty!"

feeling a sudden surge of confidence in his chest, atsumu reminds himself, atsumu...what the fuck was that? you're the cool sexy male of msby! that the best ya can do?

a smirk inches its way to atsumu's face and he looks you dead in the eye.

"really? that's weird...because i find you really pretty too."

osamu rolls his eyes.

‎♡ akaashi

the truth is, akaashi has noticed you for a while now. because how could he not, when you look so pretty on the bleachers, hair tied up in cute pigtails and cheering for bokuto?

bokuto. akaashi never wants to admit he is jealous of bokuto but...he really is.

one day, fukurodani wins by a landslide and bokuto is on a crazy adrenaline high. he drags you towards akaashi and yells loudly, "HEY! akaashi stop being such a wimp and ask her out already!! i know like...five? guys who want to ask her out but i'm saving her for youuuu!"

silence hangs in the air as akaashi stares at you, feeling his face heat up. bokuto glances at you both, before his eyes widen in realisation, "oh no! am i not supposed to say that?"

the whole fukurodani squad gathers around and starts gushing dramatically. washio yells, "c'mon akaashi kohai! you've been simping over her for years!"

konoha akinori slings a lazy arm around you, deciding to push akaashi's buttons, "akaashi, if you don't want her, i'm gonna start chasing her!"

akaashi's eyes widens and before he could even think clearly, he's grabbing your hand and walking away from his embarrassing team. konoha and you? no way in hell!

before akaashi can open his mouth to deny anything, you're winking at him cutely, "i think you're cute too, akaashi."

akaashi swallows nervously, thanking whatever higher power there is up there for gracing him with his dream girl, before he smiles shyly, "wanna go out together?"

you can bet you're yelling akaashi's name in all of their upcoming matches.

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LEAVING LATE AT NIGHT

bokuto + gn!reader | established relationship, fluff

personally i would Not try to go alone. but you know. gotta write what you gotta write for the fic prompt

“kou?” you gently shake bokuto’s shoulder. your boyfriend had fallen asleep in the middle of your show and you didn't have the heart to wake him up; there was something comically adorable about him curled into you, tucked under a fuzzy blanket. but you were hungry, and you knew there was no more of your favourite snacks in the kitchen.

kotaro's eyes stay closed, but he hums at the sound of your voice. “hm?”

“’m gonna go get some food, okay?”

“okay,” he replies quietly. his arms unwrap from your waist and groggily, he reaches up for the side table where his wallet rests. “d’you have—do you wanna use my card?”

“no, it’s fine, it’ll just be some snacks," you promise. the both of you shift so you can get up, and you make sure to leave a quick kiss on his nose before moving to get ready.

“m’kay.” he exhales and moves to lay on his back, rubbing his eyes to wake up a little more. his voice is raspy when he speaks. “when did i fall asleep? what time is it?”

“you fell asleep an hour ago—i paused the episode by the way. it’s almost 10 i think?”

“oh, ’kay.” kotaro hums again. there’s a beat of silence as he listens to you put your shoes on and wonders how he fell asleep, but he shoots up a second later after finally processing your response. “wait, what?”

“i’ll be back soon, love you,” you call out, disregarding the sound of him pushing the blanket off of himself and it hitting the floor.

“what, no, what? baby, what—” he trips a little as he reaches for his phone on the coffee table in front of him. the brightness makes him squint, but he stutters again when he sees the 9:54 pm staring back at him.

“kou—”

“i’m coming with you, hold on. lemme put on my shoes, wait,” he cuts you off frantically. there’s a second where he notices he isn’t wearing socks, nor is there a pair nearby, and he reaches for his slip ons instead. 

“kou, you don’t have to, seriously,” you try not to laugh as he brushes his fingers through his messy hair.

“yeah i do,” he says while walking past you to reach his jacket. he only stops for a second so he can pull you in to plant a kiss on your forehead. bokuto looks at you, and he seems a little bit out of breath, but he still tells you matter-of-factually, “i’m your boyfriend.”

there’s little you can do other than watch him get ready with a small frown. you try to reassure him again, “it’s okay. you’re tired, kou. i’ll be fine–”

“no, i’m coming with you,” he says determined. “you don’t know what could happen this late. what if there’s someone dangerous, or like, a super big monster?”

“a what?” you snort. “i think the show got to you, baby. also what would you do against a monster?”

“well, maybe, but i’m just saying! you don’t know when you could be proof of the supernatural in a 7 eleven parking lot. and obviously i'd distract it until you got the car going and i'd jump in.”

the both of you look at each other, and you open and close your mouth trying to think of a response. because despite his words, and how his brows are furrowed and his mouth in a pout, bokuto's tone in genuinely concerned.

the store isn’t far, you’ve made the 5 minute trip yourself before. and you're sure if you wanted to stand your ground, promise to text or call, he'd (begrudgingly) stay behind. but it was bokuto. you never really rejected more time together, and you're not sure why you'd start now—even if it was only a 15 minute snack run.

so you admit defeat, exhale and smile softly at him. “okay, yeah, you’re right. maybe not the monster part, i hope, but, thank you.”

bokuto's expression quickly turns into a grin before he grabs the car keys. his other hand finds its way into yours, just as warm as usual. he pulls you along to unlock the front door, a bounce in his step as if he didn't just wake up. “did you wanna pass by a drive-thru? i’ll pay.”

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congrats on your milestone, baby! you deserve so much more <3

oh my Zjfkdkdks ur the one who requested the things they do in love (???) blurb jsjdjsjjs THANK UUUU

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Congratulations on 1k !! You deserve like ten times that

BLOWJNG U KISSES JFDJKSKDKDKSKSK ur so sweet <33 thank u!!

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hello my dearest babies !! ive reached 1k !!!!! weeee sorry for the inactivity gotten myself busy with college apps and driving lessons !!! but more writing and a milestone event are well on their ways ! love yall muacks <33

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HAND PLACEMENT. . .

✫ ft. akaashi, suna, oikawa, atsumu, osamu, kita, and sakusa x gn!reader

✫ a/n: where they put their hands when they’re kissing you or holding you

✫ AKAASHI likes to put one hand on your cheek, the other on your waist when kissing you. it’s mostly so he can guide his lips to yours, but you notice how his hand finds your cheek often. even when he’s holding you before you go to bed, he’ll pull you close and cradle your cheek, rubbing soothing circles into the skin with his thumb. it's his telltale sign of when he wants to kiss you — he'll rub his thumb along your skin before asking if he can kiss you. and sometimes, when you're simply rambling about whatever's on your mind, he'll graze his thumb along your cheek. it's a cute habit, really, and one you find so much comfort in.

✫ SUNA places his hands on your neck when he kisses you. he’s always so gentle, bringing you closer with your jaw, and softly pressing his lips against yours. his hands fall to lay on your collarbones and tickle the skin of your neck. when he isn’t kissing you, his hands are often hanging around your waist — he’s always pulling you close for comfort, and you know exactly what that pull on your belt loop means. despite his bold actions, he's always so careful with you. and when his hands touch your bare waist, suna can never stop himself from tracing shapes into your skin just so he can feel your warmth a little longer.

✫ OIKAWA holds the back of your head when kissing you, his other hand often at your side to hold you close to him. his kisses are dreamlike, and he makes you feel so safe when he's holding you against him. otherwise, his hands are always at your sides. he's mischievous and clingy, which leads to him tickling your sides for a reaction. and when you're out with him, tooru slides his arm around your waist, his fingers tapping along your body as a reminder that he's there.

✫ ATSUMU lets his hands wander as he kisses you. he can never keep his hands in one place, which means your kisses are almost never chaste. because when atsumu kisses you once, he'll kiss you again, tugging you forward with his hand on your lower back, and again with his hands moving lower. they leave a warm trail behind them, as if they're setting off little fires in your skin. he's passionate, even when he's simply holding your hand, rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand.

✫ OSAMU places his hand on your lower back when kissing you. his kisses are casual, quick, yet oddly captivating. the way he pulls you in, clasping his hands around your lower back, is almost hypnotizing — the only thing on your mind is him, his lips, and those pretty eyes (and he can say the same about you). when he isn't kissing you, osamu isn't the most touchy guy. instead, his ears burn almost embarrassingly hot when you link your arm with his. he'll always tug you closer, wanting to feel more and more of you.

✫ KITA intertwines his hand with yours when kissing you. at times, kissing you is so overwhelming — it sends inexplicable sensations throughout his body. so, rubbing his fingers along yours helps ground him. kita likes when you cuddle on his lap, and his hands, although a bit calloused, will always rub along your thighs. he thinks of it as an innocent touch, one that warms and soothes you, but other times, the intention is quite different, especially when paired with teasing whispers in your ear.

✫ SAKUSA places his hand along your jaw as he kisses you. he tilts your head up so that you're looking straight at him. he finds it amusing when you're flustered by his actions, and when you try to avert your gaze, he'll gently tilt your head to the side so that you're looking at him again. his kisses are always so gentle, and both his hands hold your jaw as if it's the most delicate thing on the planet. and even when you pull away, he'll keep his hands there. because when you're looking up at him with those pretty lips, he wants to stare just a bit longer.

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HQ BOYS MEETING A BEAUTIFUL FAN

⟶ ft. kuroo, suna, ushijima

♡ kuroo

"kuroo? kuroo testurou?"

kuroo whips around, ready to apologise to whoever that the nekoma volleyball team is currently rushing to catch their bus back to school, when he's suddenly hit with...

kuroo's jaw drops.

he doesn't even know how to describe what he's seeing. all he knows is that he's currently staring at the girl of his dreams.

"um, could i take a video with you?" you give him a tentative grin, before rocking back on your heels, adding, "and if it's okay, could you wish my friend to get well soon?"

kuroo immediately closes his mouth, aware that he looks completely stupid in front of the cutest girl he's ever laid eyes on. he gazes at you with his iconic half-lidded eyes, hoping he sounds more confident than the way his heart is clenching in his chest, "oh? a video? and what's your friend's name?"

"misaki! she's your biggest fan but she couldn't be here because she's sick today." kuroo nods empathetically at your explanation, internally swooning because you're going to such lengths for your sick friend? that is so cute.

"sure! a video's nothing! hang on - kenma, help us take a video!"

kenma turns around, about to protest how they have no more time to entertain fangirls when he sees kuroo slinging an arm around you. kuroo shoots kenma a pleading look and kenma finds himself sighing because, of course, kuroo is absolute putty for pretty girls.

when coach nekomata calls for kuroo and kenma, kuroo frowns as he removes his arm around your waist, before he gets an idea.

he leans in closer to you, pressing something into your hands, smirking, "return this to me in school."

before you can even open your mouth and protest, kuroo's gone.

you look down in your hands and see his nekoma jacket crumpling between your fingers as you giggle to yourself.

♡ suna

suna is normally cool as a cucumber, eyes glued to his phone nonchalantly whenever a group of fangirls approach his teammates and gush animatedly.

normally.

he thinks he's being slick when he sneaks a few glances your way, heart clenching in his chest as he sees you move closer - or rather sees your friends drag you towards...him?

suna quickly assesses his situation and scans the area around him - no, the miya twins were not around him. this could only mean one thing - you're headed straight in his direction.

before he has the time to really freak out about an angel of a girl approaching him, you're already getting pushed towards him, with your friends' soft snickers in the background. and you're beaming up at him softly.

he feels his heart in his throat when he hears you repeat, gesturing to your friend who's holding up a polaroid camera, "are you okay to take a photo with me?"

okay? fuck. he is more than okay.

suna blinks, regaining a little composure. straightening his jersey, suna nods at you silently and wraps an arm around your shoulder, hoping you don't hear the way his heart is hammering thunderously against his chest.

holy shit. how do you smell amazing too? what was that - vanilla or something floral?

as suna tries to figure out what exactly is the intoxicating scent wafting around him, the photo is over, a little too fast might he add. he feels you pulling away from him and his arm drops back to his sides.

he knows he sounds uncharacteristically simp-y and even cringes a little at himself, but he knows he will forever regret it if he didn't ask you.

"do you wanna have another photo? with the polaroid camera, i mean."

suna may or may not have left his number behind the second polaroid.

♡ ushijima

"hi!"

ushijima feels a gentle tap on his shoulder right after he hears you. he turns around slowly and -

there is no way you are real.

"hello." he greets, looking stoic in contrast to the way he's internally panicking.

ushijima feels his grip tighten on the volleyball he's holding, taking in the way your eyes shine under the harsh gym lights. he listens to you ramble something about being a fan of his and a reporter as his eyes continue to glaze over your angelic figure, only snapping out of it when he feels kageyama nudging his side.

"so ermmm, what do you do in your free time?" you repeat helpfully, prodding a pen against your notepad.

"uhm." ushijima feels his face heating up. "i take care of my plants."

you're immediately gasping, "no way! i'm a plant mom too!"

"oh, uhhh," ushijima swallows, growing impossibly redder at the revelation of your shared hobby, "what do you grow?"

"roses!"

of course. that suits you, he thinks, pretty flowers for a pretty girl.

before ushijima knows it, he's spluttering nervously, "there's...actually a nursery around here..."

you look up from your notepad, eyes crinkling excitedly as you listen to ushijima explain how to get there. but after a couple of failed descriptions, ushijima scratches his head, "i-if you're not too busy afterwards, i could take you there?"

your eyes widen at the insinuation, before you nod shyly and give ushijima a small smile, which he finds himself melting at.

did ushijima just score himself a date? maybe.

is he complaining? oh hell no.

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SECONDING USHIJIMA

gentle giant ushijima who’s afraid to touch you, hovers around you uncertainly when you’re nearby, but listens with rapt attention whenever you have something to say. he steers you away from anything potentially dangerous (lampposts, puddles, the shiratorizawa boys) with a gentle hand on your elbow, and makes sure you stay on the inside of the sidewalk while he takes the street side.

gentle giant ushijima who blushes a bright poppy red when you kiss him for the first time, who uses tongue sparingly and is always breathless after a kiss, who has to rely on you to guide his hands from your shoulders to your waist. (he squeezes your butt once, indulging in the plush feel of your body finally in his arms, and shyly apologises afterwards for his boner.)

gentle giant ushijima who fucks you hard, spitting in your mouth and tugging on your hair and slapping your clit until you cry. he loves the look of his jersey on you, pushed up over your tits and stuffed between your lips as a makeshift gag. he makes you cum once, twice, thrice, maybe more, until you’re crying and clawing at his back for him to slow down, baby please, i can’t i can’t i can’t anymore— and at the end of it all, when your eyes are closing on their own and your legs are trembling, he drops a tender kiss to your forehead and whispers that he loves you.

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crying shaking bec this is so pretty (╥﹏╥) THANK YOU @andengeu

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WAKE ME UP BEFORE YOU GO (ft. oikawa tōru)

↺ fluff, suggestive content. tōru and gender neutral reader are in a long-distance relationship.

↺ word count: 0.8k words

— nineteen days masterlist

It’s been a long while since you’ve spent a morning with Tōru. Supporting your boyfriend from a completely different country with a life of your own is not an easy balance, but as you stare at the brown locks that swoop across his forehead and the pillow, it’s as if the months were nothing for the two of you to endure.

“I can feel you staring at me.” His eyes remain shut, but his lips curl into a smirk. He looks stunning like this, with a halo above his head from the light streaming through the window. Bits of it catch onto his most prominent features: the steep slope of his nose, the sharp corner of his eye. Despite having half of his face buried deep into the plush of the pillow, you think that you have perfection at your fingertips.

You huff in laughter as you comb through the bird’s nest on the top of his head. Try as you might, the waves are a lost cause. Perhaps he also knows that he should shower, but for now you continue to lie in a mess of leg and limb. “Nothing ever gets by you, huh?”

His smile widens before his eyes open to gaze into yours. “No, of course not.”

Cold fingers follow the groove of his cheek and temple as the silence washes over you both. The world outside is already bustling with life — the honk of a car horn, the shuffle of feet moving down the hall, the rush of wind outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. The ambiance surrounds you completely, but you remain in your own tiny bubble. No morning practices, no training sessions, no press meetings. Just the two of you. For Tōru, it’s a breath of fresh air.

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