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solaxena · 23 hours ago
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“you liar!” the sound of your hands slamming the table resonated in the room, “you dirty, cheating, liar!”
oikawa was shocked. no, “shocked” was an understatement. he was dumbfounded. all the tricks, the games - he’d never meant for you to find out, to see through his facade. he’d been doing so well, too. to think that it would all come crashing down because of a slip of a tongue. how reckless. heaven knows how long he’ll ponder over this. “i could’ve done better!”, is all he’ll tell himself. you’ll never let him live this down, either.
“guys!” you were both snapped out of a trance as iwaizumi shouted. “i think it’s time to stop playing monopoly.”
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mindblnk7 · 2 days ago
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Dad!Oikawa x Reader
Summary: Being a working dad is never a piece of cake. Type: Fluff, Oikawa is a single dad. (a/n): I hope this is upto your standards and you enjoy reading this. Would love some feedback on it.
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" leave...pwease" a toddler clung to her father's leg. She just didn't want her father to leave!
"Baby.. Papa will be back in some're a good baby right?" Oikawa tried his best not to burst into tears. Ever since, his ex-wife left, he threw himself into practice and taking care of his daughter . Thankfully, she (ex-wife) left when his daughter was still some months old.
Yeah, the lady was not at all interested in marrying Oikawa. She just wanted to date and get it over with. She didn't want to keep the child but Oikawa insisted. After giving birth the lady basically disappeared off the surface of the Earth.
Kirin didn't remember her mother, but she did have a lot of memories with her father and very cool uncles. What she didn't like was the time when her father left her alone with the babysitters.
Kirin hugged her father's legs tightly, refusing to let go. After what seemed an hour, Kirin got angry and let go of her father, huffed and sat in a corner.
Oikawa hugged her smaller body tightly, pressed a lot of kisses, sniffled a little when he let the door close behind him.
The new babysitter was a teenager, she took the job for two objectives, one, she needed money. Two, she thought that Oikawa looked still fit for a dad. She thought that if she impressed him enough he will like her and the relation would change. ( yes, it's exactly what you think.)
"Come on brat, we need to get something to eat" she picked her purse and opened the door to let the child walk out first.
"Katsu? ( chicken) " Kirin asked , hugging her stuffed toy close to her.
"Do you think your dad leaves that much money? No! So we're going to have ramen."
Actually, Oikawa leaves enough money for buying a huge meal. It's just that the Maru (Babysitter) loves money more than the kid, so the money always ends up in her purse.
Kirin didn't even make an effort to catch the teen's hand because she knew that Maru always refuses.
They walked into a store, where Maru grabbed a basket and started browsing. Kirin didn't like the feeling of walking between huge adults. Before she even knew it, Maru disappeared in an aisle and Kirin was left alone.
You were searching for some tofu, because you wanted to try this awesome recipe you found online. So, after wandering for quite some time, you reached the frozen products aisle. Smirking you quickly put the last packet of tofu into your basket. VICTORY!!!!
From the corner of your eyes, you saw a small figure standing in the corner. Having a weak spot for small and cute things you, walked over to her.
Big doe eyes stared at you as you crouched down in front of her. You smiled, trying to make yourself as approachable as possible.
"Bubs, what are you doing here alone?"
Big eyes, looked down, small hand fiddled together. Stab! An arrow flew right through your heart.
Can I gobble her up? you thought.
Maru? Her mom?
"Who's that, petal?"
" lady..."
You shook your head, that was not the answer you expected but she's a child.
"Well, what's your name? I'm running out of cute names to call you." You booped her nose, she giggled sweetly before pushing her stuffed toy up.
" She" Kirin pointed to the doll, " Tohru!" she then pointed to herself, "Me, Kirin!"
"Ahhh, It is nice to meet you Tohru," You shook hands with the toy, " and a pleasure to meet you Kirin!" you booped her nose again. "I'm Y/N!"
"Y/N!!!" Kirin raised her fists in the air. You chuckled at the absolute adorableness, " Come on, don't you want to find your parents?"
Kirin didn't want to really, Maru was just mean, her dad had left for work. She pouted and shook her head.
You couldn't resist kissing her, her puffed out cheeks giving the impression of a chipmunk, you squealed and kissed both her cheeks, Kirin was totally enjoying it. She giggled and laughed without a care in the world.
Kirin let you pick her up, so now you were walking with a basket full of groceries hung on one arm and the toddler on the other. She had her head on your shoulder, she absolutely loved how you smelt, Eucalyptus (obviously Kirin didn't know what scent it was, she just like it), and how warm you were. The only people who were warm were her Uncle Iwa and her father.
You walked to the back of the store, wanting someone to announce the missing child.
"Hello," you smiled at the man who was making sale announcements, "I wanted to report a missing child....I uhh found her near the Frozen products aisle...her name is Kirin. " You pointed towards a very sleepy toddler on your arms.
"Of course! Would you like to wait with the child here or are you leaving her?"
You looked down at the small dumpling. You didn't want to leave her, plus you didn't have anything else going on.
"I'll be with it okay if we sit right there?"
You placed the basket on the table and let Kirin sit on your lap. Who in their right minds would want to lose this lotus? You snuggled your nose on her face, making her giggle again.
A small rumble or a type of groan was heard from her stomach. Kirin didn't have anything to eat. You looked around and found a vending machine with sandwiches. You bought two sandwiches, some tomato ketchup. Opening the wrapper, you used a plastic knife to cut the sandwich into smaller pieces, and made it into such a way that it would taste better than earlier.
Pushing the plate towards Kirin, you watched her inhale the food. Yes, inhale the food. The sandwich disappeared in two bites.
Guess, she was really hungry.
Maru, was roaming the store while talking to her boyfriend. She didn't even listen to the announcement nor did she even notice that the child was gone.
You waited for 30 minutes, Kirin took a quick 20 minutes nap on you. She really loved that you were warm and like a fuzzy heated blanket. She also loved how you scratched her scalp and ran your fingers through her hair, lulling her to sleep in no time .
After Kirin woke up you decided to get some fresh air, since the parent hadn't showed up, you just couldn't sit and do nothing. So you walked out into the street, which was practically empty.
"My little Gyozo (dumpling), what's your mother's name?" You asked.
Kirin shrugged, " Don't know...I know Uncle Iwa!!"
Iwa? who keeps such adorable nicknames?
"Ok then, your father's name?"
"Papa! Tooru!! um...Oikawa!" Kirin had some difficulty in pronouncing the names.
"Oikawa as in...volleyball player?"
Kirin shrugged again, she did not know what her father did for work, she just knew that he left her alone. _____________________________________________________________
Maru had finally realized that the child was lost and frantically searched for her, until she saw you laughing with the kid out in the street.
"There you are!! You brat! Where did you go?" she exhaled in one breath, relieved that she found her.
You however, did not like this girl. She called your lotus a brat! That was a red flag right there. Why didn't the teenager come earlier, when the announcement was made, which was 30 minutes ago, that was the second red flag. And two flags were enough for you to push the child's head deeper into your shoulder and go full mama bear.
"Who are you ?" Maru questioned.
"I should be asking you the same thing. Who are you?"
" Why do you care so much? Come on, brat let's go." Maru extended her hand towards the kid.
Kirin really did not want to let go of you, she was having fun and she hadn't had this much fun even when with her uncles and father. So, she did the only sensible thing, she whined a little and bunched up your shirt in her tiny little fists.
That does it. You protectively put a hand over Kirin's head and put on your most intimidating faces (which was just you frowning and looking like you would growl anytime).
"Oi! Mirin! Don't you want to go home?" Maru even took the kid's name wrong.
" Listen here you, I don't know your name or why you're here. But this child is not going anywhere." you stated firmly.
"Who are you for her huh? Do you want me to call the police?"
"I don't care who you call. All I know is that this child is not yours and she isn't going anywhere."
Maru exhaled, " Old lady, now is not the time, give me back my child"
She called you old. Oh! She just signed her death certificate.
" I, for a fact, am just a few years elder to you. THAT does NOT make me OLD! Also, you don't even know her name! That is enough proof to say that you DON'T KNOW HER. "
"I just mispronounced her name okay..."
"Whatever girl, you don't even have the right to call her 'your child', not that I don't have anything against teenage moms, but you DO NOT have ANY resemblance with her ok...Leave us alone."
"I'm her babysitter! I need the job!"
"Too bad her parents arranged a bad one. "
You kept arguing back and forth for a while.
Oikawa had come back home to get his water bottle, and when he couldn't find his daughter and the girl, he used the small device he planted in his daughter's stuffed toy, he came to know the location.
It was the only idea he came up with when he lost her for the first time.
He was driving to the market, searching for Kirin.
The location where Kirin had stopped was in front of a shop, so after parking his car, he walked towards it.
Seeing a small crowd and commotion right in front of it, he pushed through the crowd. When he reached in the front, he saw his babysitter arguing with a stranger who had Kirin in her arms. His first thought was that this was a kidnapping but when he saw the tears in his daughter's eyes, he didn't think twice and intervened.
"Woah Woah Woah LADIES, calm down!"
You heard Kirin's little voice cut through the tension. She didn't let go of your shirt though, assuming she wanted to stay near her father, you walked over to the stranger. Kirin held out her hand, Oikawa immediately caught hold of it and kissed it multiple times.
"My Baby!!!!! Papa's SORRYYYY!!!!!!!!!" Oikawa whined and wailed. Now you had two whining crybabies in your arms.
"Oikawa-san, I...SHE yeah SHE TOOK THE CHILD!" Maru tried defending her. Your eyes went wide, oh lord give me the strength to resist driving over this girl, let me not commit such a crime right now in front of this precious little lotus of mine.
Oikawa sniffled a little, he put on his professional face and turned towards the girl, "Maru, you are officially fired. You can keep the money since I'm already doing charity. Also, never come back because you didn't take good care of MY BABY. No thanks for your useless service."
After the commotion died a little, Oikawa finally took notice of you . Kirin still refused to let go of you, she did want her father nearby, so basically, Oikawa was awkwardly standing close to you.
"You are her father?" you asked, not bothered by the pretty smile he gave you.
"Yes! I am her father! Isn't she a good baby!" Oikawa proudly exclaimed.
Your hand came down hard on his head. Kirin burst into laughter, Oikawa didn't take his eyes of you. Did she just...hit me ?
"Yes I hit you. Because I didn't like how you left your daughter in care of someone like that. Also, seems like my lotus liked when I did that."
Kirin was still laughing uncontrollably, Oikawa looked at her and realized that he had forgotten when was the last time she smiled like that.
He looked at you, tickling the little girl, maybe if he had made good choices and decisions, then this scene would have changed. How? Maybe you would be wearing a wedding ring, Kirin would always be smiling like that, he can finally gloat his family in front of Iwaizumi.
"Umm I'm sorry for hitting you, Lotus looked like she was about to cry and the girl was annoying me already so...I couldn't help myself.." you apologized, now regretting that you just smacked a very very very famous volleyball player.
"It's okay...uh..."
"Yes, It's okay Y/N-Chan, I found out the truth soon, thanks to you. Kirin baby, let's go home?" he bent a little to meet her eyes.
"No! Y/N Warm....feels nice..." Kirin snuggled into your chest.
Stab! Another arrow pierced your heart, at this rate the chance of your survival were low to impossible.
"Oh! right! She was hungry before, she ate the sandwich pretty quick but I don't think that would be enough to fill her stomach..." You remembered.
Oikawa mentally cheered, " So, let's go get food then, and since my baby's not letting you go, why don't you join us?"
With an expectant gaze from Oikawa and a pleading look from kirin, You nodded .
"I would love to ."
Who would waste the opportunity of spending time with a precious little bean and her charming father.
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ri-days · 17 hours ago
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warnings: crying? idk haha a/n: very very self indulgent :D
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the tears threatened to spill out at any moment. you tried to ignore it as best as you could, blinking as you plaster a smile to your face, the typical eye smile gone. people filtered around you, you were thankful for the ignorance and for the indifference people had. at least they couldn't see your state, followed by the unwanted questions, waiting to appease their guilt and move on with their day.
"yn!" you heard. you turned to the sound of oikawa's voice, trying to smile wider as you waved your hand, meeting him halfway. "hey! how're you?" you asked, holding his hand as you led him forward.
"yn, yn, hang on." you turned your face in confusion, pausing as he cupped your face in his hands. "are you okay?"
you blinked quickly, "of course i am, why wouldn't i be?" he paused for a second, and smiled softly, wrapping an arm around your waist. "okay, do you want to go to the park?"
you smiled. a real, genuine smile. you rested your head on his shoulder ignoring the tear that fell down your face. he held you tighter, talking about his day, the funny incidents that happened.
"thank you," you interrupted.
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you sat in the corner of the room, mindlessly scrolling as your tears fell down your face, one after another. you couldn't stop them, so you resorted to sitting in the corner, waiting for your eyes to dry out.
"yn," kita said as he entered the room, smiling as he approached you, wrapping his arms around you.
you flinched in surprise, stiffening. kita pulled away, concern written over his face. "yn," he whispered, as he saw your tear-stained face.
you grimaced, your tears falling faster than ever. he wrapped his arms around you, encasing your body in his, softly cradling you.
"you worked hard," he said as you continued to cry silently.
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azurez · a day ago
Haikyuu Boys Reacting To: You Asking Them To Break Up
Ft. Kuroo Tetsurou, Oikawa Tooru
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Let me know if you want me to add anyone else to this series :)
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ivoryseia · a day ago
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Being in a relationship with, Oikawa Tooru.
You are his utmost priority, and he is yours. But when he is so dedicated to his occupation- sometimes he is just that, occupied.
And when that happens he sends you as many reassuring and love sick texts as he can jam into a 30 minute interval
When he is off, it is never boring.
One day he could be trying smack your ass 100 times in an hour, and the next he could be trying to surprise you with a hint of everything you love. But of course he can't give you a hint of himself, you have to take the whole thing.
He was so lazy in the morning but now he has 4 different alarms just for you.
The first one is to actually wake him up. the second is to wake you up, the third is when he has to get up and get dressed and the fourth is when he has to leave. Sadly
When he comes home he is so sweet and tired. But he wouldn't dare ask anything of you. But he does make very subtle (not) suggestions
"Maybe we could have _____ tonight? I hear there is a new one out and I thought you might wanna try it."
He is all loopy and clingy when he is tired and you can always see the pure joy when he speaks with you.
The moment he walks in the door he falls in love again. The smell of the food and his lovely s/o sitting there waiting for him.
And then the smile you show him make shim thank the gods all over again for your existence. <3 Reblogs Greatly appreciated <3
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tamedandscripted · 2 days ago
god don’t talk to strangers anymore
pairing: oikawa tooru x reader
length: 2.6k
genre: hurt/comfort
warnings: none !!
summary: oikawa's volleyball career is cut short due to a knee injury. He meets someone at the hospital who shares a similar story
a/n: reblogs and comments appreciated // title creds go to noah gundersen’s song god don’t talk to strangers anymore // once again huge thank u to @sliimeman for beta reading ily 
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There's something strangely isolating about recovery. About bowing your head and admitting your faults and learning to put yourself back together once you've pushed everyone away. This is something that Tooru realized very abruptly. He clenched his fists, letting his nails dig into his palms.
Regret. Deep, aching regret. If only he hadn't pushed himself so far, maybe it wouldn't have worried everyone around him so much. If only he hadn't snapped back at them when they did, furious at their accusations of him needing a break, needing rest, needing to give up.
He shuffled in his seat, sliding his leg out in front of him. His knee ached. A dull, throbbing pain that wrapped around his leg, digging into him. The feeling had begun drifting, too, a few months ago, snaking its way up his thigh and settling in his hip.
When everything had first started, it had been over a year ago. A small, annoying twitch in his joint. He'd brushed it off, accustomed to pushing his body past its natural limits and feeling the after-effects.
But the ache hadn't gone away. It grew, slowly, quietly, steadily, until there was no denying that something was wrong. A stony feeling had set in the pit of his stomach, something that he didn't want to admit resembled worry. That feeling grew, gnawing at him until it monsterized itself into fear, accompanied by the sharp realization that the pain was getting worse.
If only he'd listened. If only he's been more cautious, if only -
His shoulders sagged and his head dropped to his chest as he let the air out of his lungs.
"It doesn't matter," he whispered, reciting the words by heart from all the times he'd said them to himself. "It doesn't matter. You can't change it. It doesn't matter"
He thought maybe, maybe, if he told himself that enough times, it really wouldn't matter.
But how could he convince himself of that? How could he move past the fact that his love for his sport had been what stole it from him?
"Excuse me, sorry, do you mind if I sit here? It's the only empty seat." Tooru's head snapped up as he took in your tentative face, your voice having ripped him from his thoughts.
No, he thought, I don't want you to. But as his gaze flickered quickly around the hospital waiting room, he realized that you were right. He wondered icily how far into himself he'd receded that he hadn't noticed the room filling up with people.
"Um," you shuffled, taking his silence as rejection, "I can… find somewhere else. Sorry to bother you -"
"No." he snapped back, surprising both of you. He took a breath, shifting his leg again. The pain was making his head hurt. He looked up at you, plastering a leisurely smile on his face and forcing his shoulders to relax. "No, it's fine. Go ahead."
You hesitated for a second before sliding into the seat next to him, and he felt the smile on his face flicker. How long ago had it been since he'd been able to charm someone with that smile? How long had it been since he cared to?
He glanced at you, noticing the way you kept your arm tucked to your side, and wondered briefly if that has something to do with why you were here. If something invisible was eating away at you, just as it was slowly killing him. He swung his leg up, propping his ankle on his other knee, ignoring the tight pain that shot through his leg at the action in favour of stretching his arm over the back of his chair. He kept far enough away that he didn't touch you, wary of invading your space, but made his actions noticeable enough that it was clear he wanted to talk to you.
Your gaze slid over to him, brow furrowing slightly. He forced a dazzling smile on his face and cocked his head to the side, asking you how you were.
"Fine, thank you," you replied curtly, letting your gaze leave his and angling your shoulders away from him.
The smile dropped from his face and something tightened around his heart, the hint of confidence that he'd hoped to gain from your interaction slipping away. He let his leg thump back to the floor heavily and didn't bother to hide his wince at the feeling. He didn't think he could hide anything anymore. He couldn't hide how far he'd fallen from a stranger sitting next to him. Why would someone want to talk to me? he thought venomously. He wasn't Oikawa Tooru, a successful volleyball star anymore. He didn't have crowds of fans waving and cheering. He was just a relic from a dream that had slipped away, sitting in the waiting room of a hospital with a body that he'd broken down too far. Why would you want to speak to him?
"Oikawa Toru?" Oikawa's head snapped up towards the nurse.
"That's me." Her smile was curt.
"They're ready for you now."
A week passed before he saw you again, having just shuffled into the hospital for more tests. He glanced at you, seeing the way you curled into yourself in the stiff waiting room chair, and he decided abruptly that he wouldn't speak to you. What use was it, when you clearly saw him for what he really was? Broken, alone, inadequate. He thought, vaguely, that he probably shouldn't care about your opinions so much, but he knew they were true. He was inadequate. He had given up. He couldn't blame you for inadvertently reminding him of the truth that he refused to see.
He was startled, though, when you locked eyes with him, before standing from your seat and walking slowly towards him. He said nothing, just pressed his lips together and let his eyes sweep over you as you settled into the chair next to him.
You smiled, then, a small, tentative thing, before speaking. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again - I mean, what are the odds of us both being here at the same time, twice in a row? Anyway, I just wanted to apologize. I was rude to you last time we spoke, and I shouldn't have been. I'm just… I was in a lot of pain and it makes small talk hard sometimes. It wasn't you, though, and I hope you know that."
Tooru stared at you, mouth slightly open in shock. It wasn't you. That's what you had just said to him. It wasn't you. But what did that mean? That you couldn't see him? Couldn't see what he'd done to himself? Couldn't see the ways in which he'd failed?
He forced a smile back onto his face, sending a wink your way. "Don't worry about it," he waved you off, and felt a moment of panic when you narrowed your eyes at him.
This is it, he thought. Now, you're realizing. I'm fake, I'm fake, I'm fake -
"Ok. Thank you for being good about it."
He froze, breath catching at the soft smile you sent his way. Thank you for being good.
He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised when he ran into you at the hospital entrance another week later, but, really, three times seemed impossible. This time, though, felt different, somehow. You were kind to him, still, the way you had been before, but there was an air of nervousness around you, and when the two of you sat down together, your hands twitched and your leg rattled next to his. 
He eyed you as he tried to parse what had you so worried, letting his leg brush against yours in a subconscious attempt to ground you. You kept your arm close to your side, just like you always had, and he started as he realized that he didn't actually have any idea why you came to the hospital so often. He opened his mouth to ask, but let it snap shut after reminding himself that it wasn't any of his business.
"You can ask, you know,"  you said gently, and Tooru made a noise of denial.
"Oh, I shouldn't," he began. "It's really not my business." You shrugged in response, a small smile flitting across your mouth before worry settled across your face again. Tooru watched you carefully, slowly turning what you'd said around in his head.
"Why are you so nervous, though?" he asked. "What's different about this visit?"
"I'm… afraid," you answered quietly.
"Of what?"
"Giving up. Being given up on." your voice was small and you kept your eyes trained on the floor as you spoke. Tooru froze as his breath stuttered and ice filled his lungs, hands clenching at hearing his greatest fear verbalized. He felt himself suddenly burning to speak, to tell you who he was and what had happened, to lay out all his faults and flaws and watch you walk away. He wanted to wreck the image he felt you had of him.
"I played volleyball," he blurted out. You turned to face him and cocked your head to the side. "I played volleyball… and it was everything to me. I pushed myself too far, too fast, and now I'll never play again." he gestured to his knee, his leg stretched out to ease the discomfort. "All of my friends tried to stop me, tried to tell me that it was too much. All I could see was that they thought I couldn't handle it. I thought they were telling me to give up." He clenched his fists and rolled his shoulders back, ignoring the tension that was building at the base of his neck. "But it doesn't matter now. My friends are all gone. I think that's probably my fault, too. And I can’t play anymore, either. I'm… nothing now. Nothing good, at least." He sagged in his chair and his hands relaxed, laying across his lap as he stared ahead of him, steeling himself for your inevitable disapproval.
"I was an athlete, too." you breathed shakily and gestured to your arm. "I can't go back, either. I'm stuck like this, too."
Tooru opened his mouth to tell you that you were wrong; none of the things he'd said about himself were flaws to share. You weren't fake like him, you hadn't given up, you hadn't pushed the people who cared until they gave up on you, too. You were good. You were -
No sound came out of his mouth, though, as his stare bore into yours. He thought better of it. The pain he saw in your eyes was one that he recognized within himself and he understood, then, that you did think the same about yourself.
He scrambled to come up with something to say, some way to make it better, to bridge the rift he'd just caused. But your name was called before he had a chance to speak, and you stood so fast you nearly tripped over your own feet, walking away from him without a word.
Nothing could have prepared Tooru for when he saw you next, though. It was later that same day -  the tests they'd done on his knee had taken longer than he'd thought, and he left tired, unhappy, and in pain. He stopped abruptly, though, when he emerged back into the waiting room, and the sight in front of him made his gut twist in panic. There you sat, surrounded by now empty chairs, sobbing, with your head in your hands.
He lurched towards you, the pain in his leg an afterthought as he registered the need to make you feel better, to know what was wrong, to dry your tears. Somewhere in the back of his head, he thought about how strange it was to care so much about someone he'd known for such a short amount of time, but the conversation the two of you had had was rattling through his head and he couldn't help the feeling of vulnerability that scratched at his skin after the things he'd said.
And you'd been kind to him. You said he was good, that he wasn't at fault. You'd wanted to speak to him, to sit next to him and exchange smiles, and it had been a long time since someone had wanted that with him.
It really was his fault, he realized distantly, as he fell to his knees in front of you, searing pain making his breath stop for a moment. It really was his fault that all his friends were gone, that all his old teammates had moved on. There had been a hunger in him that he couldn't contain, and it spilled over onto the people around him. He wanted to be good, to be successful, powerful, victorious. He wanted to be loved for it. But people hadn't loved him for that. People had worried, people had begged him to stop. But he couldn't understand why they didn't love him. 
But you had, he thought desperately as he reached towards you to take your hands in his. You said he was good.
Your breath caught in your throat, your sobs stifling themselves as you took in the man in front of you, eyes wide and panicked. You pulled your hands from his, burying your head in them to keep him from seeing the tears streaming down your face.
Tooru made a noise of disapproval at the action, wrapping his hands around yours again and pulling them to your lap, tightening his grip ever so slightly when you tried to pull away again.
"I'm not going anywhere," he said firmly. "I'm not leaving you to deal with this alone."
"You don't - you don't even know what it is that I'm dealing with," you said through your tears.
"Not exactly, no. And whether or not you tell me is up to you. But you're hurting. You helped me when I was hurting, so consider this returning the favour." your eyes searched his face as you took in his words before letting out a huff of breath and slouching in your chair.
"All I did was sit next to you," you murmured, but you knew it was more than that. You knew that the brief flashes of truth that the two of you had shared were more connection than either of you had experienced in far too long. You knew that you were more than just strangers sitting next to each other in a hospital waiting room.
You breathed deeply, letting your muscles go slack as your sobs slowed to streams of quiet tears. 
"How do you get over wanting to be loved? How do you let go of dreams that have passed you by? How do you let yourself heal and exist in silence and solitude?" Your voice shook and your hands trembled in his.
Tooru eased his hands out of yours in favour of cupping your cheeks, smoothing his thumbs over your skin to wipe away the tears that had settled there. He breathed deeply, letting go of a weight he hadn't realized he was carrying before leaning up onto his knees. As he grit his teeth at the feeling, he levelled himself eye-to-eye with you, giving you time to back off before gently pressing his lips to yours.
As he pulled back, he kept his eyes trained on yours.
"You find someone to do it with," he responded with a certainty he hadn't known still lived in him. He smiled back through his own tears. "You find someone to do it with."
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suguruist · 2 days ago
— ❀ ﹏ ✧ . ˚ ⚘ ; TOORU OIKAWA AS YOUR GAMER BOYFRIEND | headcanons
w/c :
characters : gamerboy!tooru and gn!reader
notes : self indulgent LMFAO ….. also yasss i play valo LOL
- oikawa is 101% a valo guy you can’t tell me otherwise
- no bcz he would literally violently react to the letters wasd ( LAWL SO DO I gamercore )
- he sometimes gets bruises on his fingers by tapping the keyboard too long / too hard and asks you to help massage them
- while you do that he’ll be lying in your lap complaining to you about how difficult it was to win
- his legs and shoulders cramp a lot so you have to remind him to stretch regularly
- HE HAS AN INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT DEDICATED TO GAMING OKAY it’ll have a cringe ass username like @/o1k4wagamer
- asks you to promote his account on your instagram and twitter so you do with some hashtag like # Follow My Bf or smth
- his set up is surprisingly aesthetic and is a mix of both of y’all’s favourite colours — purple, white and grey.
- you give him cute stickers you get from your friends and he sticks them on his headset
- has thousands of pictures of you and him around his pc okay and they’re all framed nicely too and when he’s on disc calls he’ll tell this to all his friends
- shows you off on discord 💀💀💀💀
- he would win games and say like “ this win is dedicated to you babeeee “ and kiss you with his mic on or smth
- would stop his lives or afk if you needed him — like that one time you burned yourself on the stove and he FLEW down the stairs to check on you
- because of him you naturally got into gaming as well
- he would literally be so helpful for the first few times you tried it — giving you a cute gamer tag, buying you a new headset and he! would! let! you! use! his! setup! ( idk if it’s just yall but when my friends want to use my setup i get pissed as hell LOL )
- he decided to go live with you while playing a horror game together , you afked so many times because of how scary it was
- you have the habit of lying in his lap after a while and he indulges it, combing through your hair as he plays
- sometimes you would just fall asleep on his shoulder while playing and he would adjust his positions ever so slightly so it doesn’t wake you up
- he gets mad at you sometimes while gaming with you but he would always apologise after
- uses light taps on your wrist to guide you when you’re gaming
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#genre: Uh idek… fluff I guess with a dribble of sex appeal.
#includes: many boys
#Warning: none , there’s nothing explicit just suggestive
#Note: This was supposed to be straight up just innocent PG shit but I can’t help myself so there’s a sprinkle of 12A :) so Minors proceed with caution
Ushijima: Watching this man drive is better than sex. When reversing he’s got his arm around the back of your seat and his head turned back so you can see the sharp angle of his jaw. He turns the wheel with one palm, and you find yourself getting lost in the way the rings on his fingers accentuate the veins in his hands, the only thing that snaps you out of it is his other hand squeezing your thigh and him turning to ask if you’re okay.
Kuroo: The smirk. This cocky bastard knows what it does to you. It’s a slow sly smirk with low lidded eyes and his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he watches you get flustered. To make things worse he’ll slowly walk towards you while looking you up and down and put the back of his hand on your cheek and make a comment about how hot you feel, “I didn’t know I affected you this much kitten” he’ll lowly chuckle and you’ll swat his hand away while telling him to shut up.
Osamu: Whenever he’s behind you he’ll place his hands on your waist and squeeze then chuckle when you jump. He just loves having his hands on you and having you close to him at all times. He’ll slowly snake his arm around your waist and pull you to his side so you’re flush against him, often your back flush with his chest so he can easily lean down and whisper in your ear.
Akashi: This man is so in love with you. Hates and I mean hates when people talk over you, like the audacity! Will glare at them not so subtly, so they can get the hint and be quiet and then look over at you with the softest look in his eyes and tell you to continue with a little smile because he wants you to know that he’s always listening to you and that he cares.
Sakusa: After a long grueling work out, he’ll stretch so he’s not so sore the next day and you find your eyes glued to all of him. He’ll lift his arms up and spread them wide so the bottom of his shirt lifts a little so you can just make out his abs and happy trail. You find your eyes following the path of his happy trail until his voice snaps you out of your daze, “What you looking at?” “uuuh… nothing” busted. He’ll look at you weirdly and then just shrug but what ends up killing you is when he lifts his shirt to wipe the sweat off his brows and you get a full look at his toned, sculpted chest and stomach. You walk off to start a cold shower.
Bokuto: He always finds his fingers running through his hair because he can never style it right and will pout while looking at you, but you’re too busy enjoying the view of his tousled hair and beefy arms that flex every time his hands run through his hair. Will ask you if it looks okay but you’ll lie and say it needs to be fixed a little more just so you can watch his biceps stretch the fabric of his shirt, “Can’t you just do it for me babe…babe?” “wh-what?”
Diachi: Daddy Diachi. Every time he wears a suit, he always rolls the sleeves of his dress shirt up, so you get an eyeful of his tan arms that are adorned with a Rolex and the veins that snake up his arms. Will loosen his tie and unbutton a few of the top buttons which draws your eyes to his chest, his chest that looks so tight and uncomfortable in that shirt that you just want to do him a favour and unbutton every button and peel it off his back. But that’s for his case, you’re doing him the favour…it’s definitely not for your benefit.
Suna: Eye contact. The king of maintaining eye contact and it always throws you off because it never falters and if it does it’s so his eyes can flicker down to your lips then straight back to your eyes. Will always subtly smirk when you stutter or trip over your words and will lowly tell you to “take your time princess, I’m all ears”. However, when he’s not teasing you, he’ll have the softest look in his eyes as he listens to you talk because your voice is like a prayer, washing his sins away.
Meian: *Profusely starts sweating*. When he’s sitting down, he’ll lean his head back and let out a low groan. His whole neck will be exposed, and your eyes follow his Adams apple as it bobs and you mentally trace his jawline. He’ll be breathing all heavy which takes your mind to a not so holy place, and you’ll physically have to shake yourself out of it. But what you can’t see is his soft smirk and little lip bite as he watches you get all hot and bothered, that’s the whole reason he does it ;)
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 ༺♡༻ Honorary mentions:
Iwaizumi man spreads and has his hands slowly rubbing the length of his thighs (that Chris Evans video). Oikawa will repost all your posts to his socials and hype you up and brag to everyone how lucky he is. Tsukishima, now with him it’s not something he does but it’s just ✨him✨… he smells so fucking good, without fail he will have heads turning and the other boys asking him what he wears, and he’ll just throw them a cocky smirk and tell them it’s his “natural scent” (it’s his brothers cologne lmao). Kita has a habit of saying your name when he talks to you, will just slip it in there randomly and will catch you off guard but for some reason it’s just so hot.
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kageyuji · 10 days ago
the voicemail he leaves
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oikawa, kenma, akaashi, iwaizumi, atsumu ; [gn!reader]
warnings/genre: fluff n more fluff
notes: as always please reblog, they really help me :) !!
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━━ oikawa;
hey lovely, how are things back home? …i miss it. i miss you. don’t get me wrong, things are great here, it’s just… it’s not the same, y’know? i always like going out after games an’ stuff for junk food and i can’t really do that anymore. or even after practices, i can’t come home and lay my head in your lap.
it’s kind of cruel, actually. no one here wants to play with my hair.
anyway, i hope everything is okay there. call me back whenever you get this, yeah? one last game, then i’m coming straight home to you, i promise.
━━ kenma;
i’ve come to the conclusion that the bed is extremely cold without you in it, where’d you go? mm, anyway, sorry for the morning voice, but if you want to get me coffee on the way home i will love you forever.
i have also come to the conclusion that i’m lonely without you around so get home soon. i had a really weird dream last night i want to tell you about too. we adopted a monkey… anyway, i’ll tell you about it whenever you get home.
stay safe, love you.
━━ akaashi;
hey, you’re home right? i’ve had kind of a long day and i was wondering if it would be alright for us to just stay in tonight. i mean- not- you know what i mean… i think?
sorry, i’m a mess. long day like i said.
but hey, listen. i was thinking i could pick up some takeout on the way home and then we can just watch some cheesy movie and cuddle? i don’t think we have plans tomorrow so we can stay up however long we want. oh, we can do face masks too?
…i’m rambling, i know. just text me what you want for dinner whenever you get this and i’ll pick it up. i love you, bye.
━━ iwaizumi;
haha, i’m assuming you’re still sleeping? either way, good morning angel. i hope you slept well, make sure you get up and get some breakfast eventually. or if you want to wait, i can cook or get something for you on the way home.
i was just calling to say something came up and i had to leave in a hurry. i’ll tell you about it when i get home. i shouldn’t have anything else planned though so i’m yours for the rest of the day, i promise.
i should go now, but i love you and i’ll be home soon.
━━ atsumu;
Y/N! hey, is everything alright? i know you’re with your friend so i didn’t want to interrupt, but you said you’d be home around half an hour ago. i just wanted to check up on you is all.
i hope the movie was good, it’s been a while since you’ve gotten to go out. tell me about it when you get home, yeah? it’s been really quiet without you here, i missed you.
oh, and still haven’t gotten a shower if you wanna wash my hair when you do get home though heheh. i’ll even let you dry it or put bows in it or whatever you want. anyway, i’ll go now. have fun angel, i love you.
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pxckyfxiry · 26 days ago
Misunderstood characters and how they really are:
Haikyuu edition:
My Hero Academia edition:
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Oikawa Tooru: “the heartbreaker”
People make him out to be a playboy heartbreaker. But that’s not true. He loves his fans, they make him feel appreciated and all his efforts worthwhile. But you, you are an entirely different situation. Just a compliment from you is enough to brighten up his entire week. He is undeniably faithful and only has eyes for you. If it makes you feel insecure or uncomfortable that he’s hanging around his fans, then he will distance himself from them. Because in the end, you’re the one that truly matters to him. And he makes sure you know that, proving his love for you on multiple occasions with exaggerated gestures.
Tsukishima Kei: “the insensitive bully”
Sure he has his moments and snide remarks, but all of that vanishes when he is with you. He doesn’t even need to watch over his words because he knows he can never say anything bad about you. He loves you so much, and he is uncharacteristically affectionate around you. He does not hesitate to show any kind of PDA, as long as you are comfortable. It’s all soft smiles and warm, lengthy hugs when you’re with him. He tries to not depend on others, but he’s very dependent on you. Not in a bad way, but you’re the only person he knows he can rely on to keep his heart safe.
Ushijima Wakatoshi: “the emotionless volleyball player”
No. Just no. He is blunt, yes. But that’s all he is. He is not emotionless, his countless efforts to contribute to your guys relationship proves it. You’re the only person that gets to see his rare smiles, you’re the only person that gets to see how his cheeks flush when you’re the one initiates the kisses. He’s quite protective and jealous too. Like one time, he brought you a plushie and you began cuddling with it instead of him. You heard him talking to the plushie about how you’re his and how it has to share. It was honestly adorable, but after that, you didn’t bother cuddling with the plushie, the big, soft man beside you provided you with all the warmth you needed.
Suna Rintarou: “the f*ck-boy drug dealer”
First of all, he doesn’t even use them. He’s never even touched them. He just looks like that because he is extremely sleep-deprived. But he tries to make up for his lack of sleep by demanding an insane number of cuddle sessions and sleepovers from you. Which you are happy to oblige to because he is an extremely good cuddler. He gives the best damn cuddles, he’ll use his height to his advantage and make you curl up against him. In the middle of the night, he’ll mumble incoherent ‘I love you’s and he’ll press his lips against your hair/neck/knuckles, whichever he reaches first. He’ll keep his lips there until next morning so he can greet you. Even if he does greet you in the morning, you both will only get up in the afternoon.
Miya Atsumu: “the playboy”
Unlike Oikawa, this guy straight-out ignores his fans. You’re the only one he needs. He doesn’t give them two glances, he’ll just run to you the moment you enter his field of vision. Although you’re not allowed to make any noise while he serves, he always dedicates them to you before he does it. Whenever he wins a game, you’re the first person he goes to. He’ll twirl you around and place torrid kisses on your face. He doesn’t have any problem with showing you off to the rest, besides, Samu loves how you make his brother happy too.
Kyoutani Kentarou: “mad dog”
He is one of the softest people with the most purest hearts on this list. He’s quiet, meaning he tends to overthink a lot. But whenever he thinks about how someone as amazing as you decided to grace his life, a huge crooked smile will adorn his face, and it creeps out his teammates most of the time. As soon as he finishes practice, he’ll dash to the gate to see you waiting there, and it warms his heart thinking that you were waiting for him. He will definitely hold your hand the entire way back home, and he growls at anyone who dares to come near you. Even his teammates are surprised, wanting to know how he managed to score someone like you.
Sakusa Kiyomi: “the germaphobe”
Sure, he does have his fear of germs, but your cleanliness is what probably made him fall in love with you in the first place. Not overly clean, just enough to maintain basic hygiene. You’re the only person he can be comfortable around. He’s extremely touch-starved so expect a lot of demands for affection from him. He’ll make you give him painstakingly long cuddles, and he’ll have an arm around you whenever you’re both not cuddling. He’ll pout if you go almost even an hour without seeing or touching you, and he’ll whine if you cut one of your cuddle sessions short.
Bokuto Kotaro: “the man-child”
Let me start off by saying, that his childishness was what made you fall in love with him in the first place. We all need that one person in our life that’s able to bring us happiness just by being around. Bokuto fills the role easily. He is not overly childish to the point that he is ignorant to your problems. No, he tries his hardest to solve them with you, he tries his hardest to make you feel better and it works most of the time because this man just radiates serotonin. His positive energy is very contagious, so expect your bad mood to be washed away the moment you are graced with his infamous close-eyed smile, teeth and all.
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kybabi · 7 months ago
invalidating their s/o’s hard work
w/ oikawa and suna!
part 3!
series masterlist here!
(a/n: the highly requested part 3 is here !!! i hope this part does the others justice hehe😚this one only has 2 characters bc i lost motivation halfway through tho😢anyways—
all scenarios are written in the timeskip !! as always, thank you for your support everyone!💞💞💞)
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you knew your boyfriend was a hard worker, and you loved to encourage him
lately he had been working more hours than ever before and you wanted to show him that you appreciated him
so on your day off, you decided to surprise him
you made a ton of food that he liked and prepared the space for a night together
you set up blankets and snacks and movies; everything that you could think of
after spending most of the day gathering and setting things up, you sighed, awaiting his arrival
you hear the door open and perk up; he’s finally home! you look around to make sure everything is in place for the night and wait for him to enter the room.
“welcome home, tooru!” you grin, and he looks around. his brows furrow, and your smile dims slightly at his reaction.
“what is all this?” he asks, and you swallow.
“i thought you could use a night to relax. with me,” you offer, gesturing to the food and shrugging. he sighs, and you pause. “you don’t like it?”
he scrubs a hand over his face. “i don’t really have time for this. i have to get up early tomorrow, and i can’t have any distractions, okay?” he explains. distraction? your heart sinks. of course he doesn’t have time tonight. you should’ve expected it.
“oh,” you mutter, looking away. “well, you can just go to bed without me.”
he nods and heads off without another word. you want to follow him to bed, taking any time with him you can get, but you still have to clean everything up, so you stay.
it’s a couple hours later when tooru wakes up, throat dry and scratchy. he gets up to grab a glass of water but pauses at seeing the light seeping from under the door. you’re still up?
he opens the door cautiously, careful not to make any sound as to alert you of his presence, and peeks out the door.
you’re wiping down the counter, chin resting in your free hand, and you stare down at the marble sadly. you look tired and lonely, and tooru’s chest begins to ache upon seeing you like this.
you put the rag down and rest your head in your hands, taking a breath. your stomach growls and you grimace, having forgotten dinner, but you resume cleaning anyway.
he opens the door and steps forward, making his presence known, and you straighten up, startled.
before he can say anything, you grab a glass from the cupboard and fill it with water before handing it to him. he takes it from you, looking at you guiltily.
he feels terrible, now that he can step back and acknowledge everything that you did for him today. or, everything that you tried to do for him today. he hasn’t been spending a lot of time with you lately, and he knows you were just trying to make it better.
“hey, um—” he starts, but you cut him off.
“you should go back to bed! you have an early day tomorrow, right?” you ask, turned away. he winces upon remembering how he shut you down earlier.
“yeah, but...” he trails off, looking around. he can see all of the food you made sitting in tupperware containers, untouched. “you made all this food, and—”
“it’s okay, tooru. just go back to bed,” you mumble, scrubbing the sides of the pot you’re holding and sighing.
more than anything, you’re embarrassed. embarrassed at having put in a day’s work just to be shut down by someone who didn’t care for it in the first place. now, all you want is for him to just leave.
“hey,” he coaxes gently. “you haven’t had dinner, right? why don’t we sit down and eat?”
“tooru, i don’t need you to humiliate me even more than you already have, okay?” you blurt, face hot.
he stares at you, mouth opening and closing as he searches for something to say. it never comes, so he just nods, and retreats toward the door.
but when he takes another look over his shoulder, he sees you leaned over the counter, face in your hands, and he crumbles.
he pads over to you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in firmly. you make a noise of protest, but he shakes his head.
“i’m sorry. i should’ve appreciated everything you did for me today,” he murmurs softly, face buried in the crook of your neck, and you shrug.
“‘s fine. i know you have things to do,” you respond, and he turns you around to look at him.
“hey,” he tilts your chin up. “that’s not an excuse. i should’ve set aside time for you, too.”
you smile a little at that, and he pats your head affectionately.
“let’s take the day off tomorrow. we can do everything you planned for, ‘kay?” he suggests, hopeful, and your eyes light up.
you wrap your arms around him and squeeze tightly. he coughs, laughing and burying his nose in your hair.
“thank you, tooru.”
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when it came to your housing situation, suna didn’t care about the aesthetics of it nearly as much as you did
even so, he liked to listen to you talk about the things you wanted to do with the place
so you decided you’d surprise him while he was at practice by redecorating everything and making the house look nice !!
you went out and found a couple pieces to put up on the wall as well as some little lights and things
you spent the entire day setting everything up and stood back, looking at it proudly
all you had to do was wait for him :)
you move the new lamp to the right just a bit, and look at it. perfect.
you stand back, inspecting each element of the living room to make sure it looks just right. you grin, excitement making your heart pound.
finally, you hear the lock clicking open, and run to the front door. rintarou stares at you blankly, and you beam at him, coming around behind him to cover his eyes.
“y/n, i don’t want—”
“i have something to show you!” you singsong proudly, leading him to the living room. he grunts, and you uncover his eyes.
“tada!! what do you think?” you wait eagerly, reading his face as his eyes scan over the room. he scoffs, and you frown. “what?”
“it looks like you chewed up a salad and spit it out all over our room,” he mumbles, gesturing to the house plants you bought just to decorate. you gulp before laughing nervously.
“i don’t know, i kind of like it!” you offer, and he cringes.
“well, it’s your idea. doesn’t matter what i think about it,” he shrugs, and his obvious disapproval stings.
“of course it does! i wanna know what you think,” you murmur, and he shrugs yet again, tiredly shuffling into the bedroom wordlessly.
disappointed, you finally let your shoulders fall sadly. you hadn’t expected him to be over the moon about it, but you still wanted him to like it.
you feel stupid; it’s his room too, and his approval is just as important as yours.
you go to pick up one of your hanging plants, taking it off its hook and holding it up. it’s got the greenest leaves you’ve ever seen, and you think it might be your favorite one.
you bring it up to your face and sigh. “you’re a beautiful plant. i hope your life is good to you,” you whisper, kissing its leaves. you once saw on tv that talking to your plants makes them grow nice and strong, and while rintarou always made fun of you for it, you started doing it anyways.
one by one, you take the plants down, whispering affirmations to them along the way.
suna’s stomach grumbles loudly, and he groans. he didn’t get the chance to stop for dinner on the way home, and now he’s paying for it.
he’s about to open the door to the living room when he hears something. it sounds like mumbling, though he can’t make out what you’re saying.
slowly, he pushes the door open just a crack and puts his ear against it.
“you’re the last one, little guy,” you say quietly, and he opens the door just a tad bit more, peeking through it. his eyes widen; all of your plants are sitting on the counter, removed from their initial places. you’ve taken down the lights, too, and put the lamps in a box. you laugh, but suna can tell it’s not real.
“rintarou never really liked plants, i guess. should’ve thought about it before i messed his living room up,” you shrug sadly, and his heart sinks.
he didn’t mean to hurt your feelings; the plants were really a nice touch! he was just passive about these things, and he didn’t think you’d take his commentary to heart.
“i hope you get lots of water and plenty of sun when i take you back. please grow strong,” you whisper, and suna pauses. take you... back? you’re gonna return them?
he opens the door, and you turn around sharply, alert.
“talking to the plants again?” he teases, hoping to lighten up the mood, but you just stare back down at the pot your holding. his chest hurts at the sight, and he pads over to you, taking the plant from your hands.
“let’s just put these back up, okay?” he suggests, but you shake your head.
“‘m just gonna return them,” you answer quietly. “i don’t wanna keep them up if you don’t like them.”
“but—” he protests, but you cut him off quickly.
“it’s fine, rin. it’s not a big deal.”
you turn away, organizing the rest of the plants, and rintarou sighs helplessly.
but then, an idea pops into his head, and he blinks once before sighing again, defeated. fuck it, he thinks.
“i’m sorry for calling you chewed up salad,” he mumbles, embarrassed. you freeze, turning around slowly.
“i think you’re a, er, very beautiful plant. you have nice... leaves?” he cringes, holding the plant to his face, and you chortle, laughing loudly. suna softens at the sound, relieved at finally hearing a real laugh from you. he walks toward you, holding the plant next to his ear. “i think it wants to stay,” he whispers, and you sigh.
“i don’t want to decorate our house with things you don’t like, rintarou.”
“baby,” he says gently. “i didn’t mean it like that, okay? i think our house will look perfect however you decide to decorate it,” he shrugs, and you exhale, letting him hold you.
“okay, okay.”
“i think so too!” suna imitates whinily, shaking the little plant at you, and you giggle happily.
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luvbub · 2 months ago
‘kiss the most attractive person in the room’ part two
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feat. Kuroo, Osamu, Iwaizumi, Oikawa
♡ note: f!reader
♡ a/n: back by popular demand heh
♡ part one, part three
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It should have been the easiest dare in the book.
Kiss the most attractive person in the room.
And your boyfriend decided to approach some girl he didn’t know, choosing her for the dare. Everyone whispered amongst themselves, confused at why he would do such a thing. And you stood there in tears, thinking the same thoughts as everyone else.
Before the kiss could intensify further, Kuroo takes his empty can, chucking it at the back of your boyfriend’s head.
“Hey bro I think you left your glasses at home. Y/n is actually right here and not that ugly girl you’re kissing” Kuroo calls out, not caring that he had insulted someone else. To be fair, while it was mostly your boyfriend’s fault, that girl surely had low morals to follow through too.
Your boyfriend turns around, feeling the back of his head for a bump.
“Excuse me?”
Kuroo simply rolls his eyes “What, are you both deaf and blind. Gee what a tough life you’re living.”
“Still,” Kuroo continues, walking up to you, gently cupping your cheeks with his hands and bringing your face closer to his, “you’ve got the most attractive person on Earth right here, and you still choose someone who’s not even worth a second glance”
You feel your cheeks heating up, and based on Kuroo’s smirk, you know he feels it too.
“Why don’t you just kiss my s/o already Kuroo? Go ahead, I dare you to” your boyfriend growls, trying to threaten him.
But Kuroo just laughs, dropping his hands from your cheeks and resting his forehead onto yours.
“Aw, I’d love to. But hot take, people in relationships shouldn’t kiss other people unless it’s their own s/o. Kinda wild, right? Like who would’ve thought” Kuroo says, only angering your boyfriend more.
Your boyfriend, mad that you weren’t doing anything to break away from Kuroo, breaks up with you then and there, calling you a string of insults. His words would’ve hurt, but you were honestly so done with your ex at this point, you chose to ignore it. And before Kuroo could beat him up, your ex leaves in a huff, taking along the girl he thought was more attractive than you.
But now it was just you and Kuroo (and other party goers of course, but in that moment it felt like it was just the two of you).
“...does this mean you’re gonna kiss me now?” you ask, but you immediately regret it. Because what if Kuroo had just said that stuff to get under your ex’s skin? What if he didn’t actually truly meant his words? You didn’t want to seem like you were eager for his kiss either- but before you could take back your words, Kuroo leans forward to kiss you, fulfilling his promise.
Because you had no idea how long he had been waiting for this moment.
There was nothing Osamu wanted to do more than to punch your ex in the face after witnessing the guy lock lips with another girl.
Your ex boyfriend claimed it was okay for him to do that because it was ‘just a dare’. Except the dare wasn’t to kiss that girl, it was to kiss the most attractive person in the room. Anyone with a brain would’ve thought that your ex would’ve chosen his s/o in a heartbeat.
“How does that explain the fact that you’ve been eyeing that girl this entire time at the party” Osamu scoffs, coming to your defense. But your ex boyfriend waves Osamu’s comment away, claiming that he needed to mind his own business.
“Anything goes for a dare!” your ex said, and you honestly didn’t know whether you were upset at him for betraying you like that, or yourself for even dating this piece of trash.
“Anything goes? Alright, ‘Tsumu give me a dare” Osamu calls out to his brother.
Atsumu doesn’t hesitate to answer, “I dare you to kiss Y/n”, he says, smirking at how angry your ex got upon hearing the dare.
“Oh, so I see you’re giving me the same exact dare as Y/n’s ex! Since clearly Y/n’s the most attractive person in this room” Osamu points out, which admittedly got you a tad bit flustered.
Osamu turns back to you, leaning down and obscuring your face from your ex, who’s being held back by Atsumu and Suna so he doesn’t barrel down on Osamu. Not that he could, given that Osamu was much bigger than your ex- but it was a precautionary measure.
“You don’t have to kiss me, but we can make it seem like we’re kissing to fool hi-mmph” Osamu’s words are cut off when you step forward to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Osamu holds onto your waist, smoothly turning the both of you so that everyone in the room could clearly see that you two were kissing.
You two probably didn’t need to kiss this long, but you both melted into the kiss, not wanting it to end.
Eventually Atsumu does remind you two to come up for air, and when you lock eyes with Osamu, you’re beyond flustered.
You, still in Osamu’s arms, watch as your two friends kick your ex out of the party, berating him for being born.
And when he was out of your sight, you focus your attention back to the guy in front of you- the same guy you felt your heart pounding for earlier when you kissed him.
Clearly, you two had a lot to talk about. But based on the soft expression Osamu had for you, you knew that things would work out in your favor.
As soon as everyone saw your boyfriend stand up and kiss someone that wasn’t you, all hell broke loose.
“What? The dare was to kiss the most attractive person in the room, and I just followed the rules!” he explains, throwing his hands up in defense.
“And you sincerely thought that dare gave you the green light to kiss someone else?” you cry out, not wanting the tears forming in your eyes to fall. You didn’t want to fall apart into some mess at this party. You had been embarrassed once by your boyfriend, you didn’t need to do the same for yourself.
“You didn’t even follow the dare correctly” Iwaizumi chuckles from the other side of the room.
You and your boyfriend dart your eyes towards your friend, and your boyfriend asks to clarify.
“The most attractive person in the room? Well that’s clearly Y/n. You had all the cards laid out in front of you and somehow you managed to get everything wrong” Iwaizumi scoffs.
“It just sounds like you’re trying to make a move on my s/o, Iwaizumi” your boyfriend snaps back, not liking the notion that another guy found you attractive.
Iwaizumi stands up, walking towards the two of you. You don’t flinch or move away when Iwaizumi snakes his arm around your waist pulling you close.
“And if I am? Clearly you don’t seem interested in your own s/o, and I could treat them way better than you do” he sneers at your ex.
But then Iwaizumi looks down at you, and in a completely different tone, one that’s much softer and gentler, he talks to you.
“And I would, I really would” his voice and words are enough to make your cheeks grow warm. You gave him a brief nod before you’re yanked away by your boyfriend.
“Y/n, when you do decide to finally dump this guy, let’s go out for lunch or something, yeah?” Iwaizumi says again, completely ignoring your boyfriend. Your boyfriend drags you out of the party, grumbling about how ‘that damn Iwaizumi is an idiot’, but the entire time you’re thinking back on his words.
Because he was right, you were about to break up with your boyfriend. You would’ve regardless because of what he did tonight. But Iwaizumi’s offer seemed like an even bigger incentive for you to follow through with your plan.
And you honestly couldn’t wait for your date with him.
When Oikawa got a text from you asking him to pick you up from a party, he rushed over as quickly as he could.
Entering the apartment, he scanned the unfamiliar faces until he saw you, tears rolling down your face, shouting at your boyfriend. Er- it looked like he was now your ex. Upon seeing your best friend, you cursed at your ex one last time before taking Oikawa’s hand and dragging him outside the apartment.
Oikawa wasn’t sure whether or not he should ask, but you explained what happened anyways.
“That jerk was dared to kiss the most attractive person in the room, Tooru. And he kisses some other chick!” you cry out, feeling the tears well up once more. Oikawa stops walking suddenly, and you nearly fall back. 
Turning around to face him, you’re about to ask what happened when he has you wrapped in his arms, hugging you tight. He begins to shower you with praise and reassurance, reminding you that you definitely don’t deserve to be humiliated like that.
“Besides... it’s clear that you’re the most attractive person ever” Oikawa murmurs, causing you to look up at him.
And without thinking, Oikawa cups your face, leaning down to kiss you.
It was a moment of impulse, but you find yourself kissing him back, resting your hands on his chest. Maybe this was all just to make you feel better for not being kissed by your now ex-boyfriend. But whatever the reason was for this, you knew that you didn’t want this moment to end.
When your lips separates, Oikawa's eyes flutter open, and his cheeks are tinted red. He didn’t mean to kiss you, well he’s been wanting to of course, but was now the best time to do that? Right after you had broken up? How many boundaries did he just break?
But even under the dim streetlamp, Oikawa could make out a clearly flustered reaction from you- one he knew all too well.
“You... better have meant that Tooru” you murmur, turning your head to look anywhere but at Oikawa.
And to your surprise, Oikawa moves your head so that you’re facing him. Once again, he kisses you briefly.
“I’d kiss you as many times as you’d like for you to understand that I’ll always mean it Y/n”
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veenxys · a month ago
haikyuu: the ones who’d kiss you to shut you up ﹠ the ones you’d kiss to shut them up
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the ones who’d kiss you to shut you up;
kuroo, osamu, oikawa, sakusa,
KUROO — he does it just because. he loves the way your voice falters and the way your words trail off against his lips and he especially loves it when you recover from the initial surprise and a smile settles on your lips as you deepen the kiss, not letting go even when he tries to pull away. by the time it’s over you’re gazing at each other, breathless laughter escaping your lips
OSAMU — he does it to assure you — because he isn’t sure how else to stop your overthinking and rambling. it’s a soft but firm kiss and he leaves a sweet peck on your forehead and he holds your hand and lets you know everything’s going to be alright.
OIKAWA — he does it all the time. when you're talking, he is just in awe of how beautiful you are; he puts his hand on the back of your neck and pulls you into a breathtaking kiss or a light kiss on your lips (there's no between) and then he pretends nothing happened and asks you to continue with whatever you're saying and that he's really going to pay attention now - but you know he'll do it again.
SAKUSA — does this to reassure you or calm you down; sometimes, you may ramble and speak so fast because you’re stressed and/or panicking. or sometimes, he just had a bad day and you think he’s mad at you or something, but he puts your mind at rest by kissing you and letting you know that it’s not because of you.
the ones you’d kiss to shut them up
bokuto, atsumu, suna, kenma.
BOKUTO — you do so because clearly, that’s what he wants. “y/n. y/n. y/n - ” and with a smile, he welcomes your lips on his, melting into the kiss as he cups your cheek, and when you abruptly pull away and say, “now shut up, i’m trying to watch a movie,” he can only pout before leaving little pecks on your temple and cheek and jaw.
ATSUMU — you do so because he’s singing a little too loudly in the middle of the night and when you playfully tell him to shut up, he gets in your face challengingly, saying something about you having to make him, only to have his sentence cut short as your lips meet his, and he forgets to close his eyes for a moment before deepening the kiss by pulling you even closer.
SUNA — you do so because he’s an idiot for not realizing that you’ve been waiting for him to kiss you for the past half-hour. and when you suddenly lean in, barely touching, he’s unfazed, pressing a finger on your lips and a playful smile settling on his face, “you weren’t even listening, were you?” he has barely finished his sentence when your lips find his.
KENMA — he can be so clueless sometimes and he gets so lost in his own thoughts and is just speaking so much that he fails to realize you’ve been waiting for him to kiss you for hours now. you usually have to take the matter in your own hands and kiss him first.
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shoyotime · 7 days ago
calling them your pretty boy !
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about. oikawa, suna, kuroo, bokuto
warnings. none except fluff | unedited !
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— oikawa
pauses immediately. oikawa isn't a stranger to compliments but it's a whole different thing when they're coming from you. like now, when he's doing nothing but resting his head on your lap while your fingers brush through his hair. his eyes shoot open, there's a unfamiliar expression flowing through them. maybe it's surprise, or adornment, it's lovely, though. but he is oikawa, after all. " i know, right ? you've earned yourself the prettiest boy, lovely, " you push him off your lap, a whine escaping his lips as he shifts back. giggles follow along before he lets the silence settle in between. " call me that again, " his voice is quiet, almost like a feather falling on glistening water. a smile spreads across your lips as you recite never ending trails of the said nickname again, and again, and maybe forever.
— suna
surprised, you could almost spot the faint blush on his cheeks before he breaks into a smirk. it doesn't matter what he's doing, he'll pull your closer, preferably on his lap before resting his hands on your waist line. " now, where did you learn that from, pretty? " your hands snake around his neck, a smirk spreading across your lips too. he likes it when you do that, feels like a fresh breeze in the spring that brings back a thousand magical moments he shared with you. " just saw a pretty boy on my couch and thought i should compliment him, " you reply, ever so confident and teasing with your words. before you know, his lips are onto yours, moving in synchrony before he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. " but we both know you're the prettier one between us, "
— kuroo
his heart skips a beat or two, but you don't know, for the priceless smirk on his face is the perfect disguise. " thought you'd never notice, " he expects you to get flustered, maybe look away while trying to hide your face. but instead, you come up with something better. " am i too late with the compliment, my pretty boy? " you put emphasis on the 'my' part, a tint of read settling across his cheeks before you both break in laughter. kuroo loves nicknames, but this, this one steals his heart. it's like a rush of warmth in freezing winters, something equivalent to the feeling when he comes home at night in late decembers, and cuddling you under the warm blankets almost immediately. " a bit, call me that again and i might consider exempting you, " — " now, tetsu, that's enough, " — " wait, y/n, please. " and who are you to deny his request?
— bokuto
immediately breaks into his signature billion dollar smile before hugging you immediately. " gosh, baby, you think i'm pretty? " he showering you with kisses, probably hugging you a little too tight as you pull away, cupping his rose flushed cheeks. " mhm, you're the prettiest, kou. " he's not having it. it brings him back to the picnic date you both went on last sunday, or the little dance party this afternoon that you both had when your favorite song tunes in and you bring him in for a dance. " you're even prettier, " — " not as much as you, " — " even more than me, " and it's a competition now. it's a long verse of ' no yous ' that get incoherent as you both try to surpass each other. he kisses your fingers, looking at you with eyes dripping with love for you. " i love you, y/n " — " i love you too, my pretty boy. " yeah, he's a having a field day, now.
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bratinc · 10 days ago
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+ headcanons. 562 words.
+ contains. tanaka, nishinoya, oikawa, kuroo, tendou, atsumu.
+ note. kinda stuck to the whole if you were on your phone too much theme, so yeah!
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he will absolutely not tolerate being ignored, this man will literally lay on top of you and purposely put his weight on your smaller form just to get you to go off of your phone and talk to him.
“Finally! Took you long enough, babe. So this is how I get ya to talk to me, hm? Stop ignoring me, I’m way better than whatever’s on that stupid phone anyways.”
he sulks, a lot. he’ll just lay close to you with an obvious pout on his face as he practically shoots daggers into your soul with how hard he’s staring at you.
“Babyyy, do you even love me anymore? Because I don’t feel like you do, so you better fix it quick..”
you ignoring him? yeah, that’s not happening. he’s immediately snatching your phone away from you and forcing you to chase after him just to get it back.
“You want it back, angel? Why don’t you gimme a kiss for it, hm? I think I deserve at least that after being depraved of your attention for so long.”
he’s so annoying, all he does is sigh. that’s it, he just sighs and sighs, making sure you hear each one because he purposely gets louder and louder till you finally ask what’s wrong.
“I’m glad you asked, princess. I’ve been here for about half an hour and my girlfriend has yet to give me my kisses. I’m feeling a little underappreciated, honestly.”
his solution to being ignored? repeatedly poking your shoulder and practically clinging onto you, he won’t stop no matter how many times you slap his hand away either not until he gets your attention.
“I knew you’d give in eventually, sweetheart. Why don’t you admire your gorgeous boyfriend instead of staring at your phone all day, hm? I’ll make it worth your while.”
he just whines and repeatedly calls your name, with a few pet names mixed in there as well. he’s just so needy but he’d rather die than actually admit it.
“Babe, baby, babe, angel, princess, love of my life? I’m dying here, give me something to work with, please.. I’m dying!”
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iwasbunny · 25 days ago
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# headcanons. 576 words.
# warnings. none!
# contains. tanaka, atsumu, bokuto, hinata, lev, oikawa, daichi, ushijima.
# author’s note. back, back, back again with some soft shit.
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you’re that couple that has a weirdly specific handshake that you both made up.
no one has any idea how to do it but you two, and tanaka loves to show it off.
to be honest, you weren’t really sure why you did it either but if it made him happy then why not?
this man literally cannot keep his hands off of you, at all.
you guys end up being that one couple that kind of grosses everyone out.
all because he will pull you into his lap and suck faces with you regardless of who’s watching.
he’s a big ball of sunshine, and he doesn’t give a single shit about what other people think of you guys.
which is why he’s exactly the type of boyfriend to get you those matching couple shirts, the ones that say ‘He’s the king’ and ‘I’m his queen’ that type of shit.
he will buy it and proudly wear them around with you.
think of the worst thing a couple could do, that’s right.
those ‘I love you more,’ ‘No, I love you more.’ fights? yeah, that’s an everyday thing for you and him.
he probably gets smacked in the head by sakusa a bunch of times cause he keeps being late since he doesn’t want to give in and lose to you.
he’s a huge drama queen.
and whenever he hurts himself, no matter how little it is he will tell you and ask you to kiss the pain away.
everyone around him just rolls their eyes whenever they hear him say it but he won’t stop, he’ll happily take the affection from you.
the king of using too many pet names.
we all know he’s a whiny brat already but that somehow gets worse when you guys start dating.
all his teammates hear are a constant ‘baby, babe, angel, love, pretty, honey,’ they’ve heard him call you every single name they can possibly think of.
you guys love taking pictures together, maybe a little too much. whenever you’re out with friends you’re constantly stopping to ask them to snap a shot of you two.
and at first they thought it was adorable but then you’d do it at the most mundane places.
the frown on suga’s face is unmistakable as he takes a picture while you guys are posed in front of a random sign.
both of you text each other about the most ordinary things.
he just likes hearing about your day and you’re the same.
there have been times when someone tries to tease him for it but he always just responds with a simple, ‘I don’t think I’m clingy, I would just like to know what they’re doing. That’s what good boyfriends do, is it not?’
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melsun · a month ago
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♯ ft . sakusa, akaashi, oikawa, suna, sugawara, hinata
♯ part two
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𝄢 SAKUSA doesn’t admit it— he probably never will; but when you tip-toe to kiss his forehead (no, you still don’t reach it- have you seen how fucking tall that man is?); his heart skips a beat - he feels like an idiot in love, raising himself higher so you fall on his chest instead, arms snaking around your waist to hold you closer. “unfair!,” you grumble, making a face at kiyoomi as he flicks your forehead. “shut up,” he starts, gaze hooking onto the smile which has somehow made its way onto your face despite not being able to do what you want— perfectly matching the one he’s hiding underneath.
𝄢 AKAASHI can’t take his eyes off your lips when you talk— he tries so hard to listen, but his gaze keeps flickering from your eyes down to your oh-so-kissable lips, hand reaching up to your face as if it has a mind of its own. “can i kiss you?,” he interrupts your rambling, leaning in before you can answer- his mouth soft on yours. as always, he tastes like cinnamon- making you forget what you were talking about as your hand runs through his hair, his gripping your jaw gently to push you further towards him. “sorry,” he chuckles, pulling apart, “just can’t help myself,” his heart beats faster when you shake your head and pull him in for another kiss.
𝄢 OIKAWA is the living embodiment of brushing that stray piece out of your lover’s eyes, whether it’s his hair you’re pushing back- or the other way round. “what ar-,” you pause as oikawa extends his arm, his hand brushing past your forehead to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “thanks,” you grin, “it was getting in the way.” he scrunches his nose, tone cheeky, “-way of you seeing my pretty face, right?,” he quips, pouting when you don’t answer, “right?! y/n-chan!” .he demands you pepper his face with kisses to make up for your appalling behaviour.
𝄢 SUNA can read you like a book—you’re the couple who communicates without actually having to. upset at a party, it’s like you talk using simple telepathy when you decide to leave. “ya bored?,” suna whispers, hand on your waist and your back against his chest as he leans down to speak. he’s noticed how your drink’s been resting on the table, your hair twirling in your hands, a slight frown accompanying your furrowed brows. “let’s get out of here and go for a drive,” he suggests, making you snap out of your gloomy state to grin— as he presses a soft kiss to your neck.
𝄢 SUGAWARA has a hand on his stomach, loud laughs leaving him at some joke nishinoya made— asahi’s bewildered expression adding fuel to the fire. “he’s really-,” koushi tries to speak, but is hindered by another loud giggle escaping his lips. his eyes search for yours— you’re laughing too, everyone is. “i can’t believe you, noya,” tears are flowing down your cheeks at this point, knees folded. yours flicker to his, holding eye contact for a few seconds, and somewhere between the joy and laughter- your hearts swell with love. among all the chaos and snorting, his eyes always find you- after all, in a group of people laughing, you tend to look at who you feel closest to.
𝄢 HINATA spaces out while grinning at you— the same sort of trance he’s in while he watches the spot he’s going to spike to. (you know, feeling like he’s on top of the world). looking at you makes him feel just like that— like he has wings. (you’re his cloud nine). “sho,” you poke his arm, getting no response, “shoyo,” you stress again, making him jump as you shake him back and forth gently, hands on his shoulders. “sorry!,” he exclaims, tilting his head to the side and flashing you his wide smile, “you’re so pretty!,” he yells, swaying excitedly as he grabs your hand. his cheeks are bright red, making your heart race at his pure genuine words. (he means what he says, always).
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tagging : @sunkeiji @/anon (lmao) @sunarent @sugamintchocochip
- reblogs appreciated !!
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ughgojo · a month ago
ft: suna rintarou, oikawa tooru, sakusa kiyoomi, atsumu miya, & iwaizumi hajime.
synopsis: small drabbles of how i think some of my fav boys show their clinginess.
content warnings: fluff, small manga spoilers in sakusa’s.
notes from the author: this was a draft on my old blog but now i’m posting it on my new blog and i’m feeling good about it! reblogs, comments, and likes are highly appreciated <3!
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usually likes to wrap his arms around you tightly after he’s finished a long practice and is fresh out of the shower. mumbling little things about his day into your neck as your hands stroke his hair, lulling him to sleep. if you try to get up he’ll whine a little, before pulling you closer to him and pressing a kiss to your collarbone before whispering, “let’s stay like this for a little longer, please?” and you can’t help but to accept, his touch being so warm and inviting.
tooru is never shy of affection and makes sure to at least plant a kiss on your temple or your shoulder once a day. but coming home after losing a game usually causes him to be more affectionate. he wants to hold you while placing little kisses across your jawline while letting you talk about your day to distract you from his. the sound of your voice usually puts him to sleep, he’s content with staying with you like that forever.
sakusa tries so hard to be subtle with his craving of your attention and your touch thats it’s honestly comical. like you’ll be sitting on opposite sides of the couch and before you know it he’s resting his head on your shoulder, lacing his fingers with yours. it usually happens more when he’s been away from you for a while, usually when he goes overseas for his games. you never complain though because you’re so in love with him.
it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that atsumu is relatively pretty clingy. he doesn’t limit his affection no matter how much suna or osamu tease him for how whipped he is for you, because he knows how true it is. but he puts you in the most uncomfortable positions, ones where he’s completely comfortable and content but you’re one second away from the lower half of your body falling asleep. he’ll complain if you try to move but as long as he can still feel your skin against his he doesn’t care.
iwaizumi has never been the one to directly express his affection, until he met you. once you’re in his presence, you can barely take another step before he swarms you in his arms and drags you to the nearest couch or bed so you two can cuddle. he always has a death grip on you so you can’t leave. and if you try he’ll mumble some nonsense about how you ‘never want to spend time with him anymore’. he’s definitely a big baby.
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miyarins · a month ago
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featuring. suna rintarō, miya osamu, tōru oikawa
warnings. none, just fluff and crack if you squint
words. 0.8k
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✩ suna looked up from his phone, watching you barge into the apartment with an uneasy smile on your face. he cocked an eyebrow, looking at you up and down as you set your bag down. “you okay there, pretty? you seem pretty worned out” he asks, leaning back on the couch as you moved towards him and gave him a nod, muttering that you ran up the stairs. the brown haired male noticed how you kept observing him, reaching to grab your waist and pull you onto his lap. you let out a yelp, blinking in surprise. “what’s on your mind? you keep staring at me as if i’m some sort of monster” he teases, making you roll your eyes in return and look away. suna shook you slightly, patting the side of your waist with his hand as he stared at you, urging you to answer him. it took a couple of seconds for you to stifle a laugh before turning to him with a serious look. “i want a boyfriend” you announced, causing suna to raise both his eyebrows in surprise before letting out a laugh at your sudden statement. “yeah? that's nice, pretty. but don’t you think one is already enough?” he hums out before you shake your head, making his eyebrows go down and furrow. “i don’t want you, you’re short. i want a tall boyfriend” you replied, suna baffled at your response. he stared at you for a good moment before shaking his head. “i'm not short, im fun sized babe. but i do understand where you’re coming from” you burst out laughing at his response, moving to hold him. “what do you mean fun size rin?” “just a nice way of calling myself short for your pleasure.”
✩ osamu hummed, leaning against the counter of his shop, scanning the couple of individuals inside before standing up properly as he heard the door. he looked over, grinning from ear to ear as he watched you make your way over to the cashier. the both of you exchanged nods and smiles, checking the menu quickly before saying your order. “one order of the owner's recommendation and a boyfriend please” you hum out, tapping your card on the counter. you held in a laugh while watching osamu punch in the order before looking at you with a confused look. “...ya want a boyfriend?” he blinked, registering the second thing you wanted, you nodded in response to his question. “mhm, just one please” you smile, osamu staring at you as if he didn’t hear you correctly. “a boyfriend?” he repeats, you tilting your head, trying to plaster a confused expression on your face, “yes? is there something wrong?” he nods his head, “sorry darlin’, seems like yer already reserved by someone else” he coughs out, motioning at the shiny round band around both of your ring fingers. you look down and let out a small laugh, trying to cover it with a cough before nodding. “then, just one miya recommendation, since you seem like you ran out of boyfriends” you cave, failing at your prank. osamu nods in satisfaction, grinning and placing in an order of your favourite onigiri before leaning over the counter. “one order coming up, mrs. miya. make sure yer not searching for a boyfriend in your meal.” he pecks your cheek before continuing, “nice joke though sweetheart, i had to double back for a second.”
✩ you walked to the place you and oikawa were supposed to meet for lunch. you entered the building and immediately spotted the brown haired male who looked bored as ever. oikawa looked towards you, perking up and waving at you excitedly, causing you to wave back. you arrive at the table and take a seat, reading the menu for a second before watching it get snatched away by the male across from you. “your one and only has already picked something out for you” he grins, raising a hand to call a waiter over. oikawa orders for the both of you before blabbering about how his day went before asking you about your day. you shrug in response, thinking about your day so far. “nothing really, except i was thinking about a boyfriend, i realize i really want one,” you tease slightly, oikawa’s mouth gaping open at your sudden ‘confession.’ he crossed his arms, slightly pouting. “a boyfriend huh? and what about this hunk of a man right in front of you?” he questioned, offense clear on his face. “i guess you’re nice looking, but i’m looking for something nicer” he was shocked, was he really hearing correctly or did he have to clean his ears out? “for your information, this man you call ‘nice looking’ is your boyfriend” he scoffs and shakes his head, the waiter coming back with the food. he looks at him dead straight in the eye. “there’s no boyfriends in this dish right?” the waiter slowly shakes his head in confusion as you laugh at his reaction.
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kageyuji · 3 months ago
flustering him
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⤷ oikawa, akaashi, kenma, iwaizumi; [gn!reader]
warnings/genre: fluff, pda (iwaizumi + kenma), oiks and the reader are in the shower together but it’s not sexual, mentions of jealousy in iwa’s
notes: please reblog !! i’ll pinky promise to give u my first born <3 /j
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━━ oikawa;
call him pretty boy. call him pretty boy. call-
he’s really easy to fluster tbh he just won’t admit it
1000/10 v cute when he’s flustered
“baby?” he hums, stepping into the living room, where you’re currently sitting. your eyes don’t leave the tv screen, though you’re listening to him nonetheless.
“yeah?” you respond, eventually looking over to him. a towel hangs around his hips, his hair dripping, and a bottle of his shampoo in one hand.
“you- uhm,” it’s now that you notice the blush coating his cheeks, turning the tips of his ears pink. “do you wanna wash my hair?”
it takes a moment for you to understand. earlier, he’d mentioned the long day he’d had, and you assumed that’s why he disappeared to the bathroom to shower. you were right... partially, anyway.
you smile. “yeah, i’ll be there in a minute.”
it didn’t take long before you were stepping into the shower behind him, letting him press a quick kiss the the place between your eyebrows, losing your hands in his wet hair.
he sighs as he leans into you and rests his forehead into the crook of your neck. you can feel his breath against your skin, the ghost of his lips.
“what, do you like that?” a bubbly laugh escapes you.
oikawa doesn’t answer, he just hums as you continue you run your nails through his hair. when you get out, you’ll assume the red coating his face is from the heat of the water... you’ll be wrong.
━━ akaashi;
he’s so soft !! (and easy to fluster)
it’s easier to fluster him in public but it’s so much more fun to do it in private, you’ll get more of a reaction
as opposed to the “akaashi.exe has stopped working” you’ll get in public
“do you know where my—” akaashi didn’t finish the sentence. he had his answer now, emerging from your shared bedroom and his eyes landing on his sweatpants.
the sweatpants that you were wearing.
“hm?” you asked innocently, momentarily unaware of why he was staring at you. “oh, i can take them off if you want. they just looked comfy.”
“no!” akaashi said all too quickly, and then again quieter. “no, you can leave them on. i have a different pair somewhere.”
you just stared at him for a while, trying to make sense of the look on his face. for a moment, you thought that he was anxious or... maybe embarrassed? you couldn’t quite tell.
what you were sure of, however, was that his face was dusted pink all the way to the tips of his ears, and he was playing with his fingers.
he was about to disappear back into the bedroom when you spoke again.
“is everything alright?”
he cleared his throat as his eyes darted to the ground. “yeah, i’m okay. i’m alright.”
━━ iwaizumi;
if you try to fluster him it won’t work, it’s honestly just random, seemingly insignificant things that make him malfunction
tbh though you can just kiss him and he short circuits </3
also pda,, any small amount of pda,,
“y/n!” iwaizumi called, maneuvering through the crowd of people. it always got like this after games.
despite not being able to see him, you could hear the smile on his face. a similar expression crossed your face as he finally reached you. his hand found the small of your back and he pulled you towards him, staring directly at the random guy that had decided to start flirting with you.
“hi, i’m iwaizumi.” he said, giving a tense smile and holding out his hand.
the stranger introduces himself as well and moves to shake your boyfriend’s hand. you watched iwaizumi’s knuckles turn white with how hard he gripped the other guy’s hand.
its a rare occasion that iwaizumi gets jealous. nevertheless, it’s almost heartbreaking after the fact; he gets insecure and cuddly, giving you a pitiful look that you wouldn’t be able to find in any other situation.
you grab his hand, causing him to look over at your beaming face. a blush begins to creep across his face, but that’s not what does him in.
“he’s actually my boyfriend.” you say, still smiling, like he’s the best thing that ever happened to you.
there might have been more to the conversation — iwaizumi’s not sure, he’s still processing what just happened. the smile on your face is imprinted in his mind by now, but he doesn’t have any complaints about that.
the guy makes up a quick excuse and leaves, giving you an opening to press a quick kiss to iwaizumi’s cheek and begin pulling him away.
━━ kenma;
pls kiss him while he’s streaming
or really just do anything affectionate while he’s on stream
words cannot describe the pride the fills his chest when his chat explodes with compliments about you, saying how lucky he is
from the next room, you could hear kenma talking and the loud clicks of his keyboard. what you failed to notice was the time; you assumed he was talking to his friends, not streaming.
you knocked lightly on the door, walking on in before he could even answer. he took his headset off on one side and his eyes flicker over to you. a smile crosses his face.
“i’m almost done,” he says. “i cant really pause right now.”
“that’s fine, just missed you.”
you make your way over to him, wrapping your arms around him and setting your chin atop his head. you move to press a kiss to his temple, then glance at his screen. it’s then that you notice that he was not, in fact, just talking to his friends.
you feel your face heat up. quickly, you step out of view of the camera and almost begin to apologize. the laugh that escapes kenma is what stops you.
“i’ll be done soon, promise.” he says, and there’s no denying the blush on his face. kenma looks back over to his computer screen, seeing the comments flood it.
‘wait was that y/n!!!!?!!??!’
‘if he treats them wrong i’m right here </3’
needless to say, “i want someone to look at me like kodzuken looks at y/n” became a popular template for a while.
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