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yup i did it. i changed blogs.

go follow me at @yamsandpeanutbutter

reblogs appreciated!

[yamnotes]

yup i did it. i changed blogs.

go follow me at @yamsandpeanutbutter

reblogs appreciated!

#pls do not question the url #i like peanut butter okay? #i was impulsive #like i usually am #reblogs appreciated!

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so, i'm thinking of moving blogs ;-;

#bc i made a side blog :( #instead of a new one #and now it's all messed up -_- #but i worked hard on this one tho #we'll see

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osamu chews on your shoulder in his sleep because he’s dreaming about food.

#ash's recs #wonderful #slowly claps #to be fair maybe i'd do the same thing if i were dreaming about food #but instead i dream about weird things

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Hi, Congratulations for 50 Ash!! For your event, hmm...how about Iwaizumi Hajime + Venice Bitch by Lana Del Ray I'm so excited for this hehe

venice bitch, ft. iwaizumi hajime

a/n: thank you! i'm not exactly happy with this but i hope you like it <3

you look at the the gravel on the road, hugging your knees as you sit on the sidewalk. you let out a sigh, noticing how the the black rocks glowed under the warm glow of the street light.

what was wrong? you weren't really sure. a mix of everything and nothing. you sit there blinking, ignoring the chatter of the world.

"you okay there?"

you look up to see iwaizumi hajime in front of you, his eyebrows creased. you snap out of your gaze, coming back to reality. you get up from the sidewalk and stagger over to him, unsettled by how much time had passed. how did it become so dark already?

"come on, let's go home." he says softly. "mm," you nod, making your way to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

#icymi!

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might i claim the last spot for your event with trust fund baby by why don't we and my love tsumu. love your tsumu angst series - @vindictivtsumu

trust fund baby, ft. atsumu miya

a/n: i kinda changed the idea a bit bc i wasn't totally vibing with the song. thanks for the complement <3!

atsumu sat at the café, tracing hearts into the table. he looked up to see the people seated at the café, chattering over plates of food. he inhaled the smell of coffee, reminded of the time he met you here, intoxicated with coffee, typing furiously on the computer.

atsumu smiled as soon as he saw you enter the café, an air of confidence and satisfaction around you. how much time had passed?

"hey tsumu! sorry i'm late, i had an important phone call," you said, wincing as you took a seat. "it's okay love," he said, giving you a peck on the cheek. "i could wait." you laughed, squeezing his hand. "thank you."

#icymi!

[yamnotes]

i feel like people need to hear this (since i myself need it).

FOR WRITERS: i know scarce interaction sucks and is prevalent for subjective reasons on the readers’ part, but as long as you enjoy writing, do it. do it for yourself. do it for your inner child. do it for whoever you want. do it because you can. be as self-indulgent as you want to be. 90% of your fics are self-indulgent? great, continue with the good work! “WRITE TO EXPRESS, NOT TO IMPRESS.”

FOR READERS: PLEASE let us know you like our stuff, reblogging is the best thing you can do. we appreciate every sliver of support, we really do, but this is tumblr. reblogs are what this platform operates on. likes are kinda useless (aside from the notes count and for you to bookmark things you liked). so please, reblog. you don’t have to put any tags. just reblog if you saw something you liked—it doesn’t take more than 3 seconds. or leave a comment! comments are great too.

please support your content creators. it means the world to us.

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i'll stay, ft. atsumu miya

a/n: listen to i'm in love by yerin baek! i got this idea bc of @vindictivtsumu smh

you awoke to the sound of your alarm, rubbing your eyes as you hurriedly gathering your art supplies, trying to make as little sound as possible. you stared at the sleeping faces of your friends in the cabin, making sure they're asleep.

you stepped out the door, smiling as your eyes adjusted to the light. this. this is what you were here for. this is why you woke up at 5 am in the morning, even though a few more hours of sleep sounded like a treat.

the beach stretched for miles in front of you, the barely rising sun still hitting the ocean waves, drenching the water with yellow hues. soon, the clouds would turn golden, reminding you of a beautiful movie.

you sat in the beach, sketching a picture, listening to the soft sounds of the ocean in front of you. a small semicircle for the sun, the wisps of the clouds,-

"why're you up?" a voice drawled.

you turned, the sudden noise making you flinch. you relaxed as you saw atsumu in front of you, slouching in his hoodie, his eyes barely open.

"what are you doing here?" you asked, tapping the ground. "was looking for you," he said, sitting down on the sand.

you smiled. "didn't you playing with everyone last night though? till 1?" "2," he sighed, wrapping his arms around you.

you chuckled. "shouldn't you be sleeping now?" you said, pressing your lips to his closed lids. "no," he said, resting his head on your shoulder. "i'll stay."

interaction appreciated!

#icymi!

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i'll stay, ft. atsumu miya

a/n: listen to i'm in love by yerin baek! i got this idea bc of @vindictivtsumu smh

you awoke to the sound of your alarm, rubbing your eyes as you hurriedly gathering your art supplies, trying to make as little sound as possible. you stared at the sleeping faces of your friends in the cabin, making sure they're asleep.

you stepped out the door, smiling as your eyes adjusted to the light. this. this is what you were here for. this is why you woke up at 5 am in the morning, even though a few more hours of sleep sounded like a treat.

the beach stretched for miles in front of you, the barely rising sun still hitting the ocean waves, drenching the water with yellow hues. soon, the clouds would turn golden, reminding you of a beautiful movie.

you sat in the beach, sketching a picture, listening to the soft sounds of the ocean in front of you. a small semicircle for the sun, the wisps of the clouds,-

"why're you up?" a voice drawled.

you turned, the sudden noise making you flinch. you relaxed as you saw atsumu in front of you, slouching in his hoodie, his eyes barely open.

"what are you doing here?" you asked, tapping the ground. "was looking for you," he said, sitting down on the sand.

you smiled. "didn't you playing with everyone last night though? till 1?" "2," he sighed, wrapping his arms around you.

you chuckled. "shouldn't you be sleeping now?" you said, pressing your lips to his closed lids. "no," he said, resting his head on your shoulder. "i'll stay."

interaction appreciated!

#atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #atsumu x yn #atsumu x y/n #miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #inarizaki #miya atsumu x y/n #miya atsumu drabbles #atsumu drabbles #miya atsumu scenarios #atsumu scenario #yamnotes #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #atsumu fluff

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one of those days, ft. akaashi keiji

a/n: a very self-indulgent drabble. idek if this makes sense anymore.

it was one of those days. those days when you felt like retreating back into your shell. those days when you were tired. those days when you couldn't reach out, but wanted to be by the people you cared about.

akashi knew it was one of those days. he knew it as soon as you didn't greet him with the usual bright smile, when you were a more calmer version of yourself.

so he did what you always did. he approached you, a smile on his face, as he cupped your face.

"good morning, y/n," he said, pecking you on the nose. you smiled, your eyes creasing as they always did. "good morning, keiji."

"how was chem assignment?" he asked, wrapping an arm around you. "mm, it was okay," you shrug, resting your head on his shoulder.

akaashi found himself rambling, an uncommon occurrence, smiling softly as you made small remarks in the conversation.

you squeezed his hand, looking straight into his blue-green eyes. thank you.

#icymi!

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the falling asleep on them post has me crying😭😭😭😭😭

oh my-

but rlly tho thank you it means so much!

#ash's inbox #from: anon the mysterious #thank you thank you #ahh this makes me happy :) #MWAH TO YOU ANON

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when you're on your period ft. iwaizumi, lev, and osamu

warnings: none, i think word count: a/n: a self indulgent fic haha

iwaizumi hajime

you plopped yourself on the couch pulling the cushions to yourself, holding them close. you let out an exasperated breath, as you curse inwardly. why did your uterus decide to do this? you knew your pain was mild when compared to other women, but it still hurt,.

"i'm home?" a voice rings. "hi hajime," you say, still curled up in the couch. "it's your period again?" he asks. you nod, laying your had on top of a cushion "hang on, " he says, and rushes upstairs,

you watch in astonishment as you see iwaizumi holding a large blanket and an assortment of sweets and chocolate.

"aw hajime. is this for me,"?' you ask, covering yourself with a blanket. he turns on the tv, playing "my neighbour totoro.'

he lifts the blanket and wraps his arm around you while you doing the same, an had already holding a bar of chocolate.

"i love you, " you whisper, as you rest your head on his chest. "i know, " he whispers.

lev haiba

"ugh," you groan, coming out of your room after checking the unmistakable red in your underwear. it hurt from a few days, the pain slowly built upto your first day.

you enter the living room to lev, snacking on chips while scrolling through his phone. he looks up at you as you enter, smiling. as you groan, he asks, "what's wrong?" "i've got my period, " you say.

he gets up immediately. "i know a few yoga poses to help with your cramps." you raise your eyebrow. "you don't even do yoga, how do you know yoga for period cramps?" "i searched it up after you said your cramps hurt really bad last month," he says matter-of-factly. you smile slowly. aw, he did that for me, you think.

lev clears the floor, setting down two yoga mats he got from a closet.

"come on," he says. you smile at your caring boyfriend. you can think of nothing else to say but, "thank you."

miya osamu

you always used cuddles as a way to deal with your period cramps and today was no different.

you search the rooms, for your boyfriend till you find him in the living room.

he looks up at you and pats the seat next to him on the couch. you seat yourself next to him, wrapping your hands around him, nuzzling up against him.

"i've got my period again," you groan.

osamu wraps his arms around you, and sets his chin on your head, tapping your back as you lean into him, slowly zoning out.

#icymi! #happy birthday osamu <3 #happy birthday miya twins!

[yamnotes]

Hi can I have a hc with kuroo, atsumu, Kageyama their crush fall asleep on them

when you fall asleep on them, ft. atsumu, kageyama, and kuroo

gender neutral! warnings: none a/n: i'm not entirely sure if this is exactly what you wanted, but here you go. also, i stared at your request for a good five minutes with a stupid smile on my face, so there's that.

miya atsumu

the afternoon air blew gently through the windows, the curtains moving along gracefully with the breeze.

atsumu sat on the couch with you sitting between his legs, your head lying on his chest.

"and then suna told me that he didn't want to!" he said as you mumbled yes, tracing the lines on his hands.

"i know, can you believe it? i mean, how could he not want to eat another piece?" he continued. only when your fingers stopped moving did he pause.

"y/n? y/n?" he asked softly, and bent to see your face.

your eyes were closed, a serene expression on your face.

"i suppose i am pretty relaxing to be around," he mumbled.

atsumu breathed deeply, a smile on his face. the afternoon breeze, your sleeping figure, and the silence. he could get used to this.

kageyama tobio

"come on, it'll be fun! we never go outside to hang out anyway! come on, it'll be like a friendship bonding experience." she said.

kageyama agreed. of course he did. his heart clenched as you said 'friendship bonding experience.' but he was grateful for your presence, he thought. he was grateful for your friendship.

the sky was blue, with clouds moving slowly across it. kageyama was in a grassy meadow with you, sitting under a large tree.

"it's pretty isn't it?" you said drowsily, looking up at the branches over you, covering you in an expanse of green. kageyama shifted his eyes from you and looked up at the tree.

"yeah, i suppose it is," he said, leaning against the tree trunk. the branches towered over, moving slowly with the wind.

"what?" he stammered as you rested your head on his shoulder. you said nothing, mumbling a few incomprehensible words.

he sat rigidly as you fell asleep, breathing softly. his heart thundered in his chest as it always did when you touched him.

he looked back at you. the way your head was in the crook of his neck. it couldn't be good for you neck.

he gently lifted your head as he spread his legs in front of him, holding his breath.

he sifted your position so you sleep comfortably, your head in his lap.

his lips parted as he look at you. you were so beautiful. the way your eyes didn't fully close when you were asleep. the way your lips were slightly parted. the way your hair spread out over his lap.

he couldn't help falling for you. how could he not?

tetsurō kuroo

kuroo sighed as you entered the private study room. your eyes were barely open but you were still holding a stack of papers.

"this is why i told you to sleep once you texted me last night," he said. you yawned. "i had a few readings to work on. i still have one left. anyway, what're you doing?"

koroo motioned to the chair in front of him. "nothing too important. i'm just going over my notes. " you sat down and rubbed your eyes. "then can you help me?" "with what?" "can you please read these two pages for me? please? i literally can't get them inside my head."

kuroo spread his arms in front of the table, and you put the papers on his elbows. he smirked, but didn't move the papers.

"okay, so sigmund freud is credited with-y/n, what are you doing?" he said.

you lied down on the table, your face in his hands.

"you should've just rested today, y/n," he said, his heart beating wildly at the feeling of your head face in his hands. you didn't respond, kuroo peered at you. you were sleeping. actually sleeping. he sighed, looking at your resting figure.

he slowly pried his hands from you, resting your head gently on the table. he peered at your face, his hands gently playing with your disheveled hair.

he couldn't get enough of you. he couldn't stop looking at you. no matter how hard he tried.

#icymi! #happy birthday atsumu <3 #happy birthday miya twins

[yamnotes]

Hello!! What is your favorite song?

ermagash hello :P

i've been listening a lot to 'you're so lonely now, so you need me by your side again,' and 'i'm in love,' by baek yerin >:)

#ash's inbox #from: anon the mysterious #i have been listening to them SO MUCH #love them <3 #also thanks for this ask lmao #it made me happy :P

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Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better

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greed, ft. iwaizumi hajime

warnings: jealousy maybe? a/n: part of the seven deadly sins collaboration! thank you @vindictivtsumu for helping me come up with this idea and beta reading it for me. you are a literal genius. thank you @illyaana for coming up with this idea <3!

iwaizumi hajime stood beside him. he always did. spending long nights with him, patting his back, comforting him when he needed it most.

he cared about his friend. he truly wished the best for him. but why, why did he feel a pang when he saw his captain being praised in the magazines? why, why did an uncomfortable feeling crawl into his chest when he heard screams from the audience?

he wanted everything and more for his friend. but sometimes... but sometimes, he couldn't help but wish it could go back to how it used to be.

it was like his friend was running in front of him, while his feet seemed like they were being anchored to the ground, unable to move. always behind.

maybe that was why, that was why he couldn't help but fall for you. maybe it was because your eyes always found him, always seemed to look only at him.

maybe it was because he could hide in your affection. hide in your adoration.

you sat on the couch, iwaizumi's head resting between the crook of your neck.

"hey y/n?" "mm?" he cleared his throat, "what do you think about me being a trainer? a coach maybe?"

you turned to him, your brows raised. "you really mean it?" he nodded, his eyes never leaving your face.

you cupped his face, smiling, "i think it'd be a great idea."

you stared at your phone, thinking back to what you said that day. sorry babe, we're going to cancel tonight's plans. love ya

you dropped your phone in frustration. the fourth time this month. the fourth time he cancelled a date, moved back a meeting, forgot about an event.

you cared about his passions his career. but why did it feel like it was something more than that?

okay, haji. tell me when you're available. it's important.

you'd tell him about the things that needed to change. the things you both would do, so you could be a healthy couple.

this tuesday maybe?

you'd tell him on tuesday. that's what he told you. that's what you told yourself. until he canceled it again. another practise session for his players.

iwaizumi didn't know why you were in front of his dorm. why you were panting. why your eyebrows were scrunched up. why your mouth was stretched in a thin line.

"hey, babe. what is it?" "what is it? what is it? i thought i told you i had something to talk about." he sighed, rubbing his neck. "yes, but i was busy." you scoffed. "busy. hajime, i'm busy too. i have assignments waiting for me. but i still attend your games, don't i?"

"then you don't have to." you paused, a thin smile spreading across your face. "how do you not get my point? i'm telling you this isn't working. i need to feel loved too."

"well, i think you're going to have to wait. i'm-" "i'm going to have to wait? i don't need to wait, iwaizumi," you seethed.

he stepped back, his eyes widening at your use of iwaizumi. you ran your hands through your hair, smiling at him. emotionless. empty. "i may care about you, iwaizumi. but not more than i care for myself."

#icymi!

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"what are you wearing?"

you raise your eyebrows at iwaizumi's question, looking down at his old seijoh jersey and you grin.

you answer, "a jersey."

he raises his eyebrows at you with confusion spread across his features, "a jersey?"

"i'm sorry," you say mockingly, rolling yours eyes, "the jersey,"

"what — i mean, how did you even get that? where did you get that?" he points at your shirt and he sounds genuinely and truly confused.

you pull the fabric in front of you, staring down at the turquoise coloured four that's now a little faded from being worn out all these years, and a nostalgic smile spreads across your face, "you gave it to me."

iwaizumi's confused, again, but this, this rings a bell and the memory comes rushing back with an 'oh' slipping past his lips.

you ask, "you remember?"

and he hums in answer.

yeah, he remembers, he remembers how nice the weather was and how the leaves were falling outside his window that night when you were helping him pack up for california, handing him his belongings one by one as he set them in the bag, and when you handed him his jersey, he hesitated.

"here," he had said, handing you the jersey, "you could keep it, as a memory —" and then he grabs it back between his arms, face flushed in embarrassment, "or not — you know, whatever —"

you smiled back then, taking the jersey from his hand gently, "i'll keep it,"

"you really kept it all that time?" he asks.

and you nod, "yeah, obviously."

and he feels a little, well, exhilarated maybe, because wow, you actually kept something that was so special to him all those years? and he feels all warm and fuzzy inside, like someone poured down warm, sweet honey down his lungs, ( in a good away ) and now all the butterflies are fluttering around in his stomach and a blush blooms on his face with a sheepish grin dancing on his lips.

"how — i mean, how — why?" he asks.

and you settle down on the couch next to him, turning your face away with your hand covering half of it, "okay, well, don't laugh at me, but." you fill your lungs with air, "you know — i wore it, it reminded me of you, it smelled like you,"

and it's true, you did wear it on whenever you'd miss his presence, because it reminded you so so much of iwaizumi, and it had his scent tainted on it which only brought you comfort and peace.

"wow," he says, "and i thought i was the hopelessly in love person here,"

you slap his chest, "shut up,"

he wraps his arm around you, pulling you close with a mocking grin on his face and he continues to tease you, "you're so cheesy,"

you pull away, "you're looking way too red for a big guy, haji."

he turns an even brighter shade of red.

god, you always knew how to turn the tables on him as you grin, and boop his nose, "see?"

now it's his turn, "shut up,"

you only laugh, pulling yourself into his lab and getting comfy, "you wanna talk?"

he asks, "about what?"

and you smile, "the old times,"

he mirrors your smile and he's feeling nostalgic already, already recalling back the memories of when the two of you were just two unknowingly in love friends, and he says, "yeah, absouletly."

#awww ;) #<3 #ash's recs