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[samusangel]

to anyone that’s still here and seeing what we’ve done months ago, hi! we’re currently in the midst of revamping our blog and hopefully we’ll have some more content up soon

habitué (an osamu smau by tokyo) may be discontinued however for now it’s on hiatus until further notice!

please look forward to a cleaner blog LOL

[samusangel]

accidental confessions ;

feat. Kageyama, Oikawa, Atsumu

genre; fluff, friends to lovers

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Kageyama Tobio

he is convinced that he’s not interested in relationships. he doesn’t have the time, and he doesn’t have the patience

he’s also sure that there’s no one out there that could possibly understand his devotion to volleyball and determination to stay on top.

not even you, who’s been the manager to every single volleyball team he’s ever been on

who’s by his side during every victory and every loss

who chose to go to karasuno despite all of your friends going to aoba johsai

it doesn’t matter that one look at you, and all the tiredness evaporates from his bones, and every time he scores a point, he looks to see if you’re watching (you always are).

because he doesn’t have time for relationships, and he certainly doesn’t have time to disappoint his best friend.

so when you walk into the gym wearing a sports jacket two sizes too big, kageyama isn’t sure why he’s stomping over to where you stood.

“whose is that?” he asks, and you look just as confused as he feels.

“Tsukishima’s?”

his blood boils. “why are you wearing that?”

you look slightly off put as you answer, “because i was cold. why do you care?”

he doesn’t, kageyama thinks, so he says nothing and he walks away. he had every intention of starting on his drills and getting a good warm up before practice started.

but his path veered from the court and towards where his bag sat slumped on the floor.

he dug through the clothing piled in his polyester duffel before pulling out a wrinkled jacket identical to the one you were wearing now.

all eyes were on him as he crossed the length of the gym, and your eyes widened slightly as he threw the black material for you to clumsily catch.

“tobio, what—” “wear that jacket.”

you quirk an eyebrow at him. “i’m already wearing a jacket.”

“change into this one.” “huh? i don’t wanna.”

“and i don’t want to see you wearing anyone else’s clothes but mine.”

the balls stopped bouncing. his teammates quit yelling. the silence was deafening. and he was forced to face your doe eyed expression.

kageyama coughs. “just wear that one, okay?”

he doesn’t see you smiling, shrugging out of the jacket you stole from tsukishima’s locker and slipping your arms through the sleeves of kageyama’s

he’s too busy trying to ignore tsukishima, hinata, and Yamaguchi snickering at him from the corner.

Oikawa Tooru

they say all hero origin stories start with the same thing — that the hero’s body moved before they could think.

oikawa may not be a hero, but when he saw you sitting in a cafe across from iwaizumi, his body definitely acted before he could even think

was that his best friend? alone with the literal love of his life?

granted, you had no idea you were the love of his life, but iwaizumi knew!

iwaizumi told him that he was too busy to go with him to the mall today. oikawa didn’t know he was busy being a backstabber.

as sudden as a flash of lighting, he finds himself standing in front of your table, the both of you looking up at him bewildered.

iwaizumi face palms as you sputter out, “tooru?”

“shittykawa, it’s not what you think.”

“Iwa-chan! How could you!” oikawa couldn’t help but point an accusing finger at the ace.

iwaizumi sighs, your head quickly switching between looking at the two boys.

“If you just shut up for one second —“

“You knew how much I like y/n-chan!” “Oikawa, we —“ “Yet here you are, sneaking—“

“You like me?” You interrupt the two bickering boys, beaming up at the blushing setter.

oikawa wanted to reach up and slap himself on the mouth. he wanted to nod his head, wanted to say he didn’t just like you, but you always managed to make him forget how to function.

“Y/n asked me here today,” iwaizumi speaks up, sliding out of the booth and standing up to par Oikawa’s shoulder, “to get my opinion on how they should ask you out.”

oikawa snaps his head to his best friend, who just laughed.

“Sit down, you idiot,” iwaizumi pushes oikawa down onto the seat, giving you a knowing wink before making his way to the exit.

oikawa looks up at you sheepishly, rubbing his neck and attempting to smile.

“Hi.”

Miya Atsumu

this game was result of countless late nights and sore muscles and exhausted spirits.

atsumu couldn’t allow a repeat of last year — inarizaki on the bus home before they could even blink.

months of training still didn't feel like enough, atsumu always had that nagging feeling that he could do more more more.

you were the only one that didn’t snap at him, didn’t call him annoying for wanting to go over plays, didn’t say he was being too much when he wanted to practice drills until his arms bled.

you just stayed and handed him a towel, and a drink. you made sure he ate his meals and got enough sleep.

you nearly made him cry when you showed up the week before nationals with a notebook full of assessments of his rival teams.

so when he scored the winning point against the team that took them out last year, it was explosive.

the only thing Atsumu could hear were his own cheers.

but the only thing he saw through the cheers and the arms of his teammates, was you. tears streaming down your face, crying for him and his victory

he rushed towards you, and before you could even process what was happening, atsumu had your face cupped in his hands as he pulled you in for a kiss.

your hands flew around his neck, closing your eyes when he lifted you up from your feet and spins you around once.

the boys on the team were cheering when you pulled away, but all atsumu could focus on was the flustered look on your face.

he pulls away quickly, the gravity of what he had just done suddenly crashing down on him.

oh god, he was too high from the win. what if you didn’t want to kiss him? what if he just totally fucked up —

you reach out to grab his hand, smiling up at him brightly. “congratulations on your win, tsumu.”

he grinned down at you, sweeping you back up in his arms. your giggles sounded so sweet to his ears.

“you’re the one making me a winner, darlin.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

rbs v appreciated <33

[samusangel]

can i request for more haikyuu as dads please? they are a whole new level of soft 🥺 what if the scenario was like sending off their kid who’s going to school for the first time and their child’s just starts to tear up/gets scared and just wants to be w/ them instead?

HAIKYUU BOYS DROPPING OFF THEIR CHILD AT THEIR FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL 

characters - miya atsumu, iwaizumi hajime, bokuto kōtarō, miya osamu, sakusa kiyoomi

a/n - pls i’m so soft rn i might sob <3

☾ ATSUMU gripped the smaller hand in his own a little tighter as he stopped at the school gate, squatting to meet his daughters height as her glassy eyes stared back at his - his hands moving to adjust the straps of her backpack because he doesn’t want her to go either “just ya remember angel, boys are gross alright? and as soon as they mention volleyball ya better show em all how it’s done for daddy.” his voice is a little wobbly and he’s blinking with his words but his daughters hand on his own grounds him “fo’ daddy.” the words repeating in his mind as he drives home, where you are - a few stray tears running down his cheeks and his eyes a little red but he doesn’t care because he knows it’s for love.

☾ IWAIZUMI smiled softly as he hugged his son goodbye, feeling the way his smaller hands gripped to his own shirt a little tighter than usual as he heard a sniffle - seeing his son wipe his eyes with the sleeve of his favourite godzilla hoodie that looked like a smaller version of his, remembering how this morning he insisted wearing it because it would “keep daddy wif me.” his finger comes to wipe at the tears gently “come on buddy, you’re brave right?” his heart warming as his son nods, eyes still glassy and cheeks flushed but he still puffs out his chest just like his dad “‘m brave.” iwaizumi softens as he thinks of his own godzilla hoodie he has folded in the living room, because he knows he’ll put it on when he’s home, for him.

☾ BOKUTO giggled as he lifted his son over to the school gates, setting him down with a grin that quickly faltered when he noticed the pout on his smaller frame “don’t cry! schools so fun and you’ll make so many friends okay!” his son sniffling as he tried to hold back his tears, making bokuto feel his own gather in his eyes “i’ll miss you but i’ll pick you up okay? PROMISE, we can even get ice cream!” both their bright giggles bubbling from their lips that still trembled a little, with the goodbye high fives and the whoops as he left, bokuto thinks that maybe it’ll be okay - but although his cheeks are a little damp, with your cheerful voice on the other side of the phone as he walks back to his car, he knows that everything will be.

☾ OSAMU crouches to the ground as he tilts up his daughters chin, cupping her cheek softly before he hands her the bento that’s a little shakey in his hand “it’s yer favourite, ya better eat it all, no sharin’ or tradin’ cos daddy’s cookin’ will always be the best alright princess?” she nods sniffly, her lips pursed because she always tried to be good for him. “‘ll miss you daddy.” “a know baby, but al see ya when ya come home.” placing a gentle kiss on her forehead as he stands to full height again, waving her off with a small grin and a final “no boys!” but with his daughters cheerful grin, he feels the world settle into place.

☾ SAKUSA slid the small strawberry scented hand sanitizer into his daughters bag back as he zipped it up “boys are dirty okay?” his hand readjusting the butterfly clip in her black curls that looked like his, so he could see more of her eyes that looked like yours. smiling when he feels her small figure grip at his shirt, his hand tracing circles into her back because he always knew the quickest ways to soothe her, with a final “daddy will miss you angel.” spoken more to himself and a subtle rub at the corner of his eyes - kiyoomi watches his world, finally begin to make her way in her own.

[samusangel]

by your side

ㅤㅤ ↪︎ STARRING: hajime iwaizumi; gn!reader

ㅤㅤ ↪︎ THEMES: mutual pining? kinda sad

ㅤㅤ ↪︎ WORD COUNT: 4.6k words

ㅤㅤ ↪︎ SYNOPSIS: this is the story of you and hajime, and how your friendship crumbled when he found out something that was meant to be a secret moments after it was said. 

ㅤㅤ ↪︎ INTERMISSION: this is a part of @samusangel​ ‘s songfics! the song for this fic is ex by kiana ledé. do listen to that song because it’s bop! also, i have finally interpreted my real life story of my 7-year unrequited crush:) yes, most of this fic is based on what happened to me, not all though. i’m kinda hoping to do the ending too lmao. please don’t get too attached to hajime:) enjoy! oh btw i had to add arms on iwa’s pic so if you noticed it, i’ll give yo 10m points (also for the reference for that line haha)

when you first met hajime iwaizumi, it felt as if you had someone who will always have your back, someone you’d always trust, someone who’d continually care about you, through and through. 

that’s how being friends are, right? 

yet why is it that his name alone could hurt you better than anyone’s? why can you still remember the stolen glances and lingering touches that were barely there? 

why is it that even after eight years, you’re still regretting why you said hello that day? 

why? 

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[samusangel]

❝ *･🎥 ·̩͙ TRUTH OR DRINK ❞ | exes edition

[ tags : suggestive, slight timeskip spoilers? hints on exes to lovers trope :D ]

you : i’m y/n.

atsumu : and i’m atsumu.

you : and… we dated for three years.

the video cuts to a text on a white background. the text says, ‘these exes will ask each other a set of random questions. they can either answer the question or take a shot.’

[were you guys in love?]

atsumu : yeah.

atsumu sees you give a firm nod with a tight lipped smile from the corner of his eyes.

[when did you guys break up?]

you : um… it’s been almost a year i think?

atsumu : it’ll be a year next week.

both of you share a look before you turn your head back to the camera.

you : so, yeah. almost a year.

atsumu : ya ready?

you : mhm.

he picks a card from the stack in front of him before reading it out loud.

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“i know better than to ever call you mine”

pairing: kyoutani x reader

genre: angst, songfic

word count: 544

a/n: this was a songfic collab with samusangel that i am incredibly happy to participate in! all the fics are based off of a lyric so go check out the full collab on their blog! also i was listening to driver’s license the entire time writing this so yeah that probably contributed to this…whoops

In an alternate universe maybe you two could have been together.

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[samusangel]

“𝐈’𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄”

pairing: suna x fem!reader

category: one shot, high school setting, fluff, songfic

word count: 2.4k

a/n: hey guys! i’ve been working on this fic as part of a songfic collab for samuslove! the prompts are all based on song lyrics, and when i saw suna’s I couldn’t help but write something fluffy for my pretty boy. hope you enjoy it!

Cold. Quiet. Analytical. These words and other similar ones were used frequently to describe Suna Rintarou, the stellar middle blocker of Inarizaki’s volleyball team. His lack of engagement with others didn’t prevent him from getting popular, even though he couldn’t care less about such things. His laid-back demeanor made him look appealing to some, lazy to others, and irresistible to you.

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[samusangel]

this or that

this looked fun so 🙈

wind or rain / closed curtains or open window / bumblebees or butterflies / banana bread or cheesecake / tulips or roses / lemon & honey or apple & cinnamon / hillside cottage or city apartment / warm or cold / book or video game / organized bullet journal or cluttered sketchbook / smoothie or milkshake / sunshine or moonlight / relaxing or productivity  / holding hands or back hugs / sunset at the beach or stargazing in a field / poetry or prose / candle or diffuser / longing for the past or longing for the future / vocals or instrumentals  / snowy mountain or rolling green hills

tagging; @katsushimaa @cultsumu @kybabi @applepiekyuu @peachiikawa

This 👈 or 👉 that ?

wind or rain / closed curtains or open window / bumblebees or butterflies / banana bread or cheesecake / tulips or roses / lemon & honey or apple & cinnamon / hillside cottage or city apartment / warm or cold / book or video game / organized bullet journal or cluttered sketchbook / smoothie or milkshake / sunshine or moonlight / relaxing or productivity  / holding hands or back hugs / sunset at the beach or stargazing in a field / poetry or prose / candle or diffuser / longing for the past or longing for the future / vocals or instrumentals  / snowy mountain or rolling green hills

I really couldn't decide for some of them-

Thank you @purpleful for tagging me!!💞 My dumbass totally forgot about this tag😅🙈

I'm tagging @marculees @jwipwark @interstellix @seraphimguks @laebaesmued and anyone else who'd like to do it!!^-^💞

[samusangel]

out of love

━━☆⌒*. request from @satorisupremacy: i have a request :’) iwaizumi angst where theyve been getting into arguments more frequently and his fem s/o is becoming increasingly nonchalant abt it

pairing: college!Iwaizumi x gn!reader

word count: 1.4k

A/N: i’ve been writing too much fluff, so here’s some angst ;-;

1 month before

Your friends didn’t understand why you had been crying after watching romantic movies, even when they had happy endings. 

“I’m just jealous of them, you know?” you explained after they asked what was wrong with you. “They’re living a fairytale.”

“You’re living in one, too,” one of your friends replied. “You’re dating the Iwaizumi Hajime. What more can you ask for?”

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TAAAAAANAKA 💕

[samusangel]

what hq characters look for in a partner

warnings -> fluff

includes -> all characters!

[insert character name] —

you

[samusangel]

hi vivi!! its the ren anon again, sorry for saying this a few days late but tysm for the scenario!! (im sorry for sending so many asks, i read -1k as.. 1k,,🤦🏾‍♀️) i didnt have the greatest day so coming home to that was really nice 🥰keep up the good work and ty again!!

wait omg why did i never see this ask on my tumblr app!! hate u tumblr!! 

im so glad u enjoyed it!! <3

[samusangel]

what love tastes like

terushima yuuji x reader

synopsis: in which terushima learns falling in love tastes like monster

word count: 2,822

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“Taste,” he says. He holds the cold rim of a freshly opened can to your lips, and first it’s metallic, salty, but then it’s sweet. 

You take a sip. 

“So you’re telling me you’ve never tried Monster before?” he asks, taking a drink himself. The two of you are sitting on a park bench across the street from a gas station. He licks his lips– the silver ball embedded in his tongue winks at you, a shallow token of youthful rebellion that somehow seems more significant on him. 

“Never. I’m more of a Dr. Pepper girl.” You reach for the can again, letting the saccharine liquid sloshing inside coat your tongue. It’s really too much for me, you think. But of course, you won’t tell him that. 

“Not anymore,” he says, and he slips a firm hand around the back of your neck, pulling you towards him and daring you to look away with a wicked grin– it’s attractive, to say the least. “Now you’re my girl.” 

You’ve barely parted your lips to respond before his mouth is on yours, tongue halfway down your throat, and you’re whimpering into the kiss as he snakes a hand down your back and presses your body to his. The whole ordeal tastes like Monster and feels far more energizing than the packaging promises. 

Within your first day of meeting him, Terushima Yuuji has already claimed you as his own. 

And you’re okay with it.

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—to reject someone easily and make someone jealous, you and you best friend Tanaka decide to use each other and pretend to be each other’s significant other.

FLUFFVEMBER MASTERLIST

pairing: gn!reader x tanaka ryuunosuke

word count: 2.3k

A/N: uhhh idk how i feel about this one since i literally wrote this all in one go to reach nov 12 but now it’s like 12 am so i fAILED but ion wanna hear it >:( let’s pretend i posted this on time, okay? okay LMAOO

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—for a neat freak like Sakusa, it’s understandable why he wouldn’t want a roommate. unfortunately for him, he doesn’t have much of a choice with you in the picture.

FLUFFVEMBER MASTERLIST

pairing: gn!reader x sakusa kiyoomi

word count: 2.6k

A/N: the way i crammed this so hard 😩 anyway here’s a soft sakusa, def considering renting an apartment instead of a dorm room just so i fan experience this lmaoo

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[samusangel]

thank u for tagging me yssa 🙈

tagging: anyone who wants to do it,,,

thank u @lookslikeleese and @iwaasfairy for tagging meeee !!! i made a diff post bc i dont want to flood anyone's dash 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

here u have it folks !!! the only accurate placement on this list is my #1 spot, everyone after bo can b switched at any time !! i hate choosing/ rating things, esp smth so complex like characters 🥺 so take this with a grain of salt <33

tagging: whomst ever wants to take part, here is the link !!

[samusangel]

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒

samusangel tag games

samusangel birthday special

𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎’𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒

tokyo answers: tokyo answers your asks

tokyo’s writing café: tokyo’s works

tokyo’s corner: tokyo’s fic recommendations

𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐈’𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒

vivi says hi: vivi answers your asks

vivi says i can write: vivi’s works

vivi says me likey: vivi’s fic recommendations

fluff rec/angst rec/art rb: self explanatory

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐒!!!

🦙.yssa

𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗻𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻