IwaOi- When you meet the eyes of your soulmate, you see colour for the first time. A colourful world is commonplace for those in love. But what if you never see colour? Does that mean you never met those eyes? ((Lmao i hate myself??))
Makki and Mattsun are believed to be the closest friends out of the Seijou group, however the truth is it only looks like that on the outside. Their friendship is barely held together by memes and their joy in making fun of Oikawa. During the Great King's birthday party, he forces the two to participate in the game kn...
Volleybabe added Yahaba to the chat. Volleybabe added Sugawara to the chat. Volleybabe added Kageyama to the chat. Volleybabe added Akaashi to the chat. Volleybabe added Kenma to the chat. Volleybabe added Semi to the chat. Volleybabe added Shirabu to the chat. Volleybabe added Koganegawa to the chat. Volleybab...
"dude, are you gay?" makki asked as he looked straight at mattsun. "no?... but if you were the last man on earth.." a short story about two oblivious bestfriends who are just extremely gay for eachother ©️hqheaven 2017
"Your name is Kenneth Kentucky and you work at McDonalds?" I glared at him, "Would you like Fries with that?" He began laughing hysterically and I sighed impatiently, waiting for him to stop. Suddenly, he stopped and then, putting both his hands on the counter, staring right into my eyes, he whispered, "I'd like Frie...
Scott is a small, fragile boy from District 11 who wasn't expected to survive the first day of the Games. He's been hanging on the brink by stalking Vincent, the strongest and most competent killer in the Games, and stealing what he leaves behind. So what happens when he finally notices? ((cover credit @smreetee ))
|LGBT ROMANCE| When Marcus Berkley discovers that he has a secret admirer, he isn't quite too sure how to react. Surely, the affection held won't go unnoticed and surely, it was all meant to be romantic... Maybe this is the timeless romance he had been waiting for..... Yet why did it feel so sinister? This secret...
