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utahimeow · 2 years
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oikawa’s kids find a photo album
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the kids and their curious hands never fail to amaze you. this time, they managed to uncover a photo album from a box somewhere in the depths of your home. you stumble across them sat in a circle around it in the middle of the sitting room and cross your arms over your chest.
“where’d you go and get your noses stuck this time?”
“mama, is this you and daddy?” your seven year old asks. he’s the middle child—also the loudest, a stark contrast to your first son who’s two years older and hardly made a peep when he was a newborn. your youngest, your four-year-old darling girl, is somewhere in between the two.
as you approach your little clan, you find that he’s right. the photo he points at is one of you and oikawa on a high school trip in your third year, back when you two were still hiding feelings from one another. back when you were still fawning over the volleyball team’s captain and setter, one of the top players in your prefecture. a smile overtakes your face then, a nostalgic warmth setting into your bones.
“come on,” you say, picking up the album so you can take a seat on the couch. the boys earnestly take their spots on either side of you, and your little girl scrambles into your lap.
even you’d forgotten the contents of the album, having left it untouched for so many years. but as you sit there, sifting through the pages that held memories from fifteen years ago, you have to bite back tears in front of your children.
“there’s daddy with your uncle iwa,” you say, pointing to a picture where the two boys strike some dumb poses. it was the summer after you all graduated, and you had gone to the beach with a bunch of classmates to celebrate. next to that photo is one of you and oikawa, his jacket around your shoulders, his arm pulling you close.
“there’s me with daddy,” you say, voice oozing with fondness. “that was when we fell in love.”
it was the night he kissed you for the first time. it took him three years to do it—to this day you haven’t let him live it down. it was also the night he told you he was moving to south america to play volleyball for a living, and the night you cried until you couldn’t breathe.
he had made a promise to you that night— “this is just the start of everything, my love. not the end. i promise.”
…and here you are sitting with three of his kids. well, he certainly didn’t break his promise.
as you flip through the pages, you find photos of you in college, and oikawa with his teammates. photos from when you graduated and moved to argentina. photos of your parents as well as oikawa’s. photos of when oikawa proposed. photos from when you became pregnant.
“you know who’s in there?” you ask, tapping at your bump in the picture. taken in mexico, when you and oikawa decided to head there for a vacation. three heads shake, and your fingers tickle at your oldest’s side. “it’s you.”
“but how did he get out?!” your younger son screeches, and your eyes turn dramatically wide, your shoulders shrugging as you stare at him with an expression that mirrors his one of perplexity.
one of your favourite photos is of your husband after winning a match, holding his very first son who was just one, who’s wearing a tiny version of his jersey that you’d gotten custom made to surprise him. there’s a second photo of the three of you at the same match. at the time oikawa had no idea you were three months pregnant with his second child.
“you guys wanna see photos of younger daddy playing volleyball?” you gasp. your kids give a chorus of excited yeah!s in response, so you rise to your feet after plucking your daughter off your lap. “okay, be right back.”
what you thought would be a treasure hunt doesn’t last long enough to be called that. because sure enough, you find the album you’re after underneath you and your husband’s shared bed—a scrapbook filled solely with professionally developed photographs of oikawa throughout his career.
you’re not sure how you didn’t hear the front door, but when you return to the sitting room, your husband is home, getting climbed on and attacked with affection from his children.
“oh, hello,” you chime. dark brown eyes find you and in an instant they light up.
“hi, gorgeous,” he grins. when he stands, his daughter remains clinging to him, arms wrapped firmly around his neck. she doesn’t budge even as he plants a kiss to your lips in greeting.
“we were in the middle of looking at some old photo albums. care to join us? oh, wait, you’re probably hungry, aren’t you though? let me heat up—”
“baby,” oikawa chuckles, ever so charming when his arm snakes around your waist and he pulls you towards the couch with him. “dinner can wait. i can’t miss the chance to tell the kids what an annoying brat you used to be when we were young.”
your mouth falls open as you scoff in disbelief. “wait till they hear what a cocky son of a-”
“oi,” he cuts you off, but not without a cheeky grin.
you stick your tongue out at him, eventually taking your spot in the middle of the other oikawas.
your husband gives some kind of story for each photo in the album, one of the plays he recalls making, how close the match had been, how he had made the last point by pure luck.
“daddy, you’re like flying!” your daughter squeals, pointing at one of the pictures where oikawa was spiking—a rare occasion for a setter, and extremely impressive for that reason.
“i felt like i was,” oikawa says.
“i wanna be like you, daddy,” she declares.
oikawa had never pushed volleyball onto his kids, no matter how much he wanted to pass on his legacy. if they wanted to play volleyball, he wanted them to play it out of passion, not some random obligation, not out of pressure. and your daughter had always been the biggest daddy’s girl—she adored him, as much as he adored her. it’s why his chest swells at her words and the both of you know: a volleyball player had just been born.
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crescentbea02 · 11 months
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"Time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me" pt. 1 (Timeskip!Oikawa x fem! reader)
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Tropes: second chance romance, long distance, friends to lovers, right person wrong time, ex-relationship,
Summary: In which Oikawa Tooru finds himself forecefully reviving memories in a flight for Japan, in hopes to reecounter with the one person that has him on a chokehold even after six years apart.
Part 1: here
ハイキュー
Some say that time heals all wounds. That the hands of the clock smooth the skin, that spread peace over our body, the peace of passing time. Saying goodbye to our phases, living in peace with what we once were, with what we once had.
Oikawa was a firm believer in that. He was a strong person, he had always been a strong person. A person too strong for this world, who seemed to take whatever trick the universe played on him. He didn't think anything else was going to make him collapse to the ground other than his ambitions. Or rather the lack of them.
His ambitions, his goals, his dreams were always in the first place for him. That was why so many girls had already dumped him for it. For being in a constant competition between them and the great love of his life, volleyball.
Oikawa always wanted more, he always wanted to go higher. He was a wild horse without dominance. A current of a winter wind. He was never satisfied. He always wanted more and more. And if for that he had to be alone, without serious commitments to any person, no matter how much he liked her, he would do it.
That was what he thought until he met Y/N.
“Tooru” a voice sounded.
An empty suitcase on top of his bed was enough to make his heart sink. The boy, now twenty-five, turned towards the doorway of his room. A small smile painted his face when he saw Emma, ​​his current girlfriend, in his doorway.
She looked at the mess of clothes, sneakers and towels on top of the player's bed with a mischievous smile.
“What is going on?” she asked, walking into the room with a raised eyebrow.
What wasn't going on would be easier to answer.
Over the years, Oikawa has shaped itself on its own terms. He continued to fight, to work, until he ended up where he was now. An Olympic champion, playing for the Argentine national team, with so many trophies that not even the shelf could fit. It was what he deserved, after so many years of being spurned, if there was one thing he deserved was that. Now he had Emma, ​​a beautiful model he had met at a company conference, in his life. The two were fine, there were no arguments or dramas, no crying, no passion.
But how unfair was the world, he still was not satisfied.
“I look so good in so many clothes that I can’t seem to decide which ones to take” he gave her one of his playful smiles, those smiles that everyone complained about how annoying they were.
Every piece of clothing strewn across the bed seemed to be a reason why his heart was squeezing with every minute that brought him closer to the moment he would land in Japan. Argentina was his home now, but part of his heart would always be buried in Japanese soil. Mainly because of all her favorite people who lived there. But he hadn't visited him for a couple of years, and the times he did go it was just for a few days to spend time with his family. Oikawa had games to win, training to do, in Argentina.
Imagine his surprise when his national team coach announced a supposed season in a foreign country for one of the players. All eyes were on Oikawa, and he quickly felt his heart drop when he realized that they would be spending some time in Japan to train for the 2021 Olympics. some time in the country, even if it was a thank you gift for Oikawa's effort.
Such news led Oikawa to immediately call Iwaizumi, who pretended to be extremely irritated with the fact that, very possibly, he had to put up with his friend in all his training sessions, teasing his players and upsetting everyone. The thing Oikawa knew how to do best in addition to his services. But he knew that Iwaizumi would be happy to see him. He always was, despite trying to hide it.
This ended up causing Iwaizumi to send him some high school photographs that he had found in the bedroom of his old house.
And one of them was the same one he kept in his bedside table drawer. Another reason why the various relationships he had in Argentina did not last long.
A picture of him and his high school girlfriend. Y/N L/N. What for many was seen as a puppy love, for Oikawa it had been much more than that. It had been proof of how his ambitions would always trump the person he was with. Even if he loved that person even more than he loved himself.
It looked like she haunted him. From the moment he left on that plane, she had never left his mind. No matter how hard he tried to get her to leave.
“Let me help you choose” Emma smiled, with her sweet smile that lit up an entire room. He approached the bed full of clothes and began to choose the clothes that Oikawa liked the most, and that best suited him “Look, these ones will look good with you in Japan. Don’t forget it’s cooler there” she held a sweater and struck him with her playful eyes.
Oikawa laughed.
“I just wish I could take everything” he said, in a nervous tone “Japan is my home, but Argentina slowly also became it.” he took one of his favorite jeans and fold them along with Emma “I’m afraid it will be those situations when you feel like nowhere feels at home anymore.”
“It won’t be” Emma answered, on her usual serene, mature and understanding voice "Some people don't even have one home. Be grateful that you belong to two places at the same time. If you don’t have one, you always have the other”
That wasn't really what worried him. After all, Oikawa had always believed that his home is what he made it.
What worried him was the deliberate choice he was going to make, which was to talk to someone who had been his home after six years of not even saying a word to her. But even so, he still felt her inside him.
And it was his fault, no one else's.
When the fateful day of the trip arrived, Oikawa didn't know if he loved or hated airplanes.He always loved space. He loved anything that did not have limits. But he hated feeling helpless. At any moment the plane could crash, and he wasn't going to be able to do anything about it.
With his head leaning against the window, he looked up at the starry night sky. That sky that reminded him so much of his youth. He thought about what would happen when he saw his friends again. He knew nothing ever changed, but it still made him a little nervous to imagine awkward silences and not the chaotic energy that used to happen whenever they met.
And he kept thinking of Y/N.
In his innocent nineteen-year-old mind, in a faraway country, building his future alone, after breaking up with his girlfriend of two years. With the one person who made him question his love of volleyball.
Oikawa chose his dreams over her, and he knew Y/N would never blame him for it. She didn't blame him so much that, even after that, she insisted that they remain friends.
At the time Oikawa thought she had been selfish. If Y/N could perfectly live her life in Japan, talking to him every day, just like a friend, which he no longer could remember what it was like, he couldn't. The distance, the time apart, only made him love her even more. He saw her everywhere he went. As soon as he saw a (y/h/c) hair his heart filled with hope that maybe it was she, in a sudden impulse of passion, who had come to visit him.
But it wasn't her.
It was never her.
A year went by, and Oikawa couldn't look at any woman he met without thinking about Y/N, how much he wanted her to be with him. How much he should be talking to her on the phone, that she must already be worried because he hadn't said anything in some weeks. Then, they always found that photograph in the drawer. And then they left the house, unintentionally hurt by him.
He thought that time would heal the wounds, that the hands of the clock would soften his skin, that they would spread peace over his body, the peace of passing time. Saying goodbye to his phases, living in peace with what he once was, with what he once had.
Because of this, Oikawa decided to give Y/N a break. And pretend that she didn't exist, or that she never existed. Maybe if he pretended she didn't exist, he would eventually forget about her existence. A decision that now, at twenty five years old, made him want to bang his head on the wall with the stupidity of his thinking.
But, after all, he was only twenty years old. And what does a person know at twenty?
“Good evening, would you like some snacks, sir?” one of the hostesses asked.
Oikawa slowly returned to real life. He took his brown eyes from the window and faced the hostess with a smile.
“Some milk bread, please”
ハイキュー
some silly idea I thought of. i crave for second chance romance. pt 1 of maybe 3 parts. i hope you liked it <33
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tender-rosiey · 2 years
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Can i req semi, oikawa and daichi receiving a bouquet of flowers as an apology from their s/o after a fight
“LILY OF THE VALLEY”
— oikawa, daichi and semi getting you apology flowers
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ᴀ/ɴ: I want a bouquet of flowers :(
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OIKAWA TOORU:
“I just want you to see things from my perspective; is that too hard?!” you scream out for like millionth time today, and your throat already feels very hoarse.
oikawa wasn’t backing down either, “I am a professional player, y/n; if I slack for one moment then I would be switched out the next!”
you take a deep breath, maybe this was being blown way too out of proportion, “tooru, you are their starting setter.”
“THAT DOESN’T MEAN THAT I CAN’T GET SWITCHED!” he counters.
you slam the table, fed up, “IT ALSO DOESN’T MEAN THAT YOU CAN FORGET ABOUT EVERYTHING ELSE AROUND YOU!”
your chests are both heaving. the room is suffocating, and you can’t stand being in it for even another moment.
you stride to your coat and oikawa is alarmed, “y-y/n, wh-what are you…?” his eyes follow your every movement and he desperately reaches for your wrist but you pull away.
“I am going out.”
that’s the last thing you say before you slam the front door, and oikawa’s knees buckle to the ground as he lets out a sob, what if this was the end? what if you are not coming back?
he shakily stands up, looking around him. the apartment feels so empty, quiet and his heart aches.
the silence is killing him.
his eyes land on the table where the both of you would usually dine, the room would be full of laughter and teasing, to him that was the highlight of his day, being able to see you smile and laugh and now he has driven you away.
but still, maybe you will come back? with that possibility in mind, he decides to do better.
an hour has passed and you finally open the door; you went on a much needed walk to clear your mind. perhaps you can talk things out in a calmer manner now.
you don’t expect the sight you are met with: a fancy looking dinner, dimly lit room with candles, your favorite dessert, and your husband clutching a bouquet of flowers and looking very tense as he examines it.
however, he smiles, a genuine one when he sees your figure, “welcome home, I…” he looks at the ground before offering the bouquet in his hand, “I am so sorry for everything I said.”
you take the bouquet, gently stroking the petals and the light fidgeting of oikawa’s fingers doesn’t go unnoticed. you put the bouquet to the side and he panics, “do you not like it?”
you don’t reply, instead you separate his hands and hold them in your own, “tooru, when I speak about things like this, it’s because I care about you. sometimes, we do things assuming that they will help us develop,” you take a breath, “but they end up doing the opposite and you have seen me go down that road and its dead end, didn’t you?”
he nods weakly, and tears start falling from his eyes when your hand touches his cheek, stroking it as you continue talking, “self-destruction is horrible, tooru; it isn’t something I want you to go through because I love you.”
“I love you more,” he chokes out, “ and I am sorry,” he rests his hand on top of yours, “I really am, and I swear to you that I will do better.”
“they better not be just words,” you sigh and he looks at you.
“you know that I don’t break my promises.”
you smile helplessly, “yeah, I prepared some milkbread,” you have never seen someone’s eyes light up as quickly.
SEMI EITA:
“y/n, for the last time, I am just asking you to be a little responsible and think a bit before you act, is that too much?”
you cross your arms, “you make it sound like I am a reckless troublemaker, eita,” huffing, you turn around, “well not everyone can play the same tune as yourself.”
he stands up abruptly from his seat, “I can’t be the only one who makes compromises!”
“are you disregarding everything I have done for you?!” you shout, shocked and annoyed.
he scowls, “don’t go pinning this on me.”
“well don’t overlook my efforts!” you retort.
“I CAN’T OVERLOOK SOMETHING THAT DOESN’T EXIST!”
realization dawns on him as he sees the tears prickling in your eyes; he looks down, biting his lip before excusing himself, with that, he leaves out of the front door.
you cover your mouth, a feeble attempt to hold back your cries. you are tired, so tired and despite the storm of emotions going inside of you right now, you want to sleep.
even if it has been proven impossible without your husband by your side.
you close your eyes once you get to bed, the only thing on your mind is if your husband will come back to you or will this loneliness be your companion in his stead.
the moment your eyes flutter open again is when you hear the creaking of the door. you rise from the bed, softly calling his name, “…eita?”
your vision finally focuses and you see your husband holding a bouquet of flowers, a look of guilt painted on his features.
he walks to you, half-kneeling on the ground as he presents the bouquet with his face to the ground, “I am sorry…so sorry.”
you take the bouquet from his hand, setting it aside and instead lifting his chin, “no need to be so stiff,” you make him stand up and straighten his back, “I am your spouse.”
“plus!” you continue as his gaze is fixated on you once again, “I made my own short comings as well so I should also be saying sorry.”
his hand is raised by your own as you place a soft kiss on the back of it, “I am sorry, eita.”
the man in front of you turns a bright shade of red, seemingly unable to form a response so quickly he gives you his back, “yeah yeah.”
“did I make you mad?” you ask cautiously but he knows that you are going to tease him and you do, “semi semi! are you mad?”
he sighs with a smile as you keep repeating the nickname. after all the years you have spent together, it would be shameful of him not to know you and your antics.
SAWAMURA DAICHI:
the fight has been going on for a while and the both of you were visibly tired, so your husband sighs, “let’s just go to bed.”
“but—“
“it’s better if we talk it out tomorrow; we are clearly not reaching a solution at the moment,” he retreats to the bedroom but halts at the door, “are you coming or…?”
you huff, turning your face away from him and he quietly enters the room. he closes his eyes in relief when he feels the bed dip, at least you are still beside him.
the next morning you wake up, your husband is not beside you.
the bed was empty per usual.
you didn’t have the luxury to relish the morning with your strong officer of a husband. it was one of the things that sparked the fight of yesterday, hence why you think that your concerns will be dismissed as his schedule isn’t something he can exactly control.
you hope that he would at least try, try to spend time with you. you are thankful for how understanding he is and how he tries to reason but if the problem didn’t arise then he wouldn’t have had to put with anything of that sort.
you, dejectedly, open the door to your living room and see a card with a breakfast waiting to be heated on the table.
curiously, you take it in your hand and start reading.
sorry for yesterday, gorgeous. I made you breakfast today, hopefully what sugawara taught me will come in handy. I know you are probably still mad about yesterday, don’t worry; we will talk about it again today.
i love you so much, don’t forget it
sincerely, your husband, daichi
despite your heavy heart, a small smile appears, and you hope that when he comes back, a proper discussion with actually effective results will happen.
for some reason, today, he returns earlier than usual but doesn’t open the door, instead opting to ring the doorbell.
you take off your gloves and get out of the kitchen, heading to the door. you slowly open it and you are met with your husband whose cheeks are painted a soft red hue with a sheepish smile gracing his lips.
“hey,” he greets before taking off his hat and bowing to you, “officer daichi, reporting for duty.”
a bouquet is revealed from his back as he hands it to you, “I heard you had a flower delivery; I hope you like…it?”
you gaze at the bouquet in your hand in silence which makes your husband slowly start fidgeting with his fingers, “honey…?”
“thank you…” you mumble and he combs his hair back, laughing lightly.
“it’s nothing really; it’s the least I can do,” he pauses for a moment, “can I go in?”
“oh my god right!” you step aside and he laughs again as he enters and takes his shoes off.
a smile is still on his face as he moves towards you and his hands rest on your hips, “I am home.”
you hum, wrapping you arms around his neck, “we still need to talk that over though,” and he simply nods, happy to be in your arms once again.
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nanaminokanojo · 2 years
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"Oikawa"
CHARACTERS: Oikawa Tooru X You CHAPTER COUNT: 1/1 WORD COUNT: 1100+ GENRE: high school au | slight angst | slice of life | some romance | fluff? CONTENT WARNING: strong language | mentions of insecurities SPOILERS: result of the Karasuno/Seijoh practice match collection masterlist
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"There he goes again."
That would be Iwaizumi, a deep frown already wedged between his thick brows as he watched Oikawa from the portico of the volleyball gym. The guy had actually gone through the motions of standing like some cool movie protagonist against the gate post, waiting for the Karasuno volleyball team to exit the school grounds.
Their own team had just lost over a practice game. It had been nothing but a ploy for Oikawa to gauge one Kageyama Tobio's skills in the court. The team captain was taking no chances especially when said individual — the genius setter from their former middle school whom he had been rather insecure of — can play in the inter-high tournaments.
They were interesting, that team. They had a cute little ginger who can run around the court like he was teleporting here and there, his soaring jumps and agile reflexes matching that of Kageyama's supposedly laser-accurate sets. You did not miss how that boy, the "shrimp" as Oikawa had termed him, looked at the latter with challenge in his eyes as he made the last point.
But even more interesting was how your boyfriend was behaving towards these seemingly unassuming first years. He only ever behaved that way around Ushijima Wakatoshi, the captain of Shiratorizawa whom everyone thought of as Oikawa's arch rival. Well, a good trait of his was not underestimating his possible opponents regardless of their skill level, and it was one of the factors which always made him anticipate their moves, not one of them catching him off guard. But seeing how the cogs behind his brown eyes were moving as he immersed himself in deep thought, you knew he smelled the storm brewing before it even did.
And you enjoyed that immensely.
This is Oikawa Tooru in the flesh, the real one behind the carefully laid out facade he kept in front of everyone.
"Should we go stop him?" Matsukawa asked as Karasuno emerged from the gym, making their way towards the gate.
As was expected, they stopped walking when Oikawa engaged them, no doubt dishing out his best impression of an antagonist. He's one for the theatrics, and you always found it amusing when he goes over the top with his endeavors, this time, an attempt at intimidation.
"Y/N," Iwaizumi prompted you, but you shook your head, leaning over the balustrade as you braced yourself for whatever Oikawa will say or do. You looked on with glee in your eyes, the smile on your face almost a snarl.
You were proud of him, for everything that he is and stands for. You were proud of the fact that, second to Iwaizumi, you knew Tooru the best. You prided yourself of the fact that you are one of the two people in the world who knew of Oikawa's deepest of selves. And you loved him immensely to smithereens regardless of what anybody may say.
Your boyfriend and the other team exchanged some words, and for a second there, he looked like he was going to be involved in a brawl with one of Karasuno's players. You would like to see how that goes just to see how he would handle it, but even more exciting was his interaction with that particular boy.
Come on, you thought as he approached the one called Kageyama. That's it, sweetheart.
"You find this funny, Y/N?" Hanamaki asked you, obviously annoyed, but his question was drowned out when Oikawa suddenly pointed at Kageyama and started spouting shit about how he wanted to crush his "adorable kohai," saying it in such a passionate way that had a grin etching its way across your lips.
There you are, my love.
You were the only one who know that there was more than what meets the eye where the captain was concerned. You are the onewho kept him grounded, put him in his right place and kept him in check. At the same time, you’re the lover who tolerated his mean streak and sustained his delusions of grandeur, inflated his ego and nursed it. It seems that way. But that wasn't what you were seeing.
And as such, you saw everything.
You didn't fail to notice that hesitation he tackled within nanoseconds before he stepped towards the younger boy, the very slight twitch in his left eye and the tremble in his lower lip that was concealed by that smirk. It didn't escape your attention how he looked so much more strained and anxious in front of the blue-eyed stranger as if his primal fears are rearing their heads to the surface, the intensity of which was greater compared to when he is facing Ushijima.
There's Oikawa Tooru, the one you knew. The real one.
Matsukawa chuckled quietly while Hanamaki made a face. Only Iwaizumi understands what exactly it is that you see because he sees it, too. He glanced at you with a look that was both familiar and unfathomable at the same time before adjusting the strap of his bag on his shoulder.
"How on earth is this entertaining?" Hanamaki asked you again. "He's very mean."
You just smiled at him. "It's never entertaining." And with that, you broke out of the group, happily skipping your way towards Oikawa who smiled brightly at you, arms opening to take you, twirling you around once before holding you close by the shoulder, the two of you laughing as you walked home.
"Tooru?" you said as the laughter died down, replaced by silence as his brows scrunched up in deep contemplation.
He immediately beamed at Iwaizumi, hiding again and always, /always/ behind that artificial happy and unbothered disposition.
"What is it, my love?"
You met his gaze squarely, and with all the conviction you can manage in your quiet tone, you said, "You've been very brave."
Oikawa didn't say anything but his fingers twined themselves through yours, squeezing as a small smile etched itself across his mouth, his fears forgotten for the time being.
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I made this for Oikawa's birthday, but I was too lazy to proofread and post it lol
Thank you so much for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! Hope you enjoyed it.
© ORIGINAL WORK BY nanaminokanojo. CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY FURUDATE HARUICHI’S “HAIKYUU!”. [20220809] PHOTO/IMAGE/GIF/FANART CREDITS TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS.
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naturallykenma · 2 years
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hello!!💖 I just read your last hq fic and it was just so wholesome and cute and-🥺💖💖 if you’re comfortable with it, I was wondering if I could maybe request something for atsumu, bokuto and oikawa where their s/o is dealing with pretty bad migraines which make them feel dizzy and nauseous, with the hq boys taking care of them?
sending lots of love and kisses💖💖
warnings: mentions of nausea, dizziness, puking 
a/n: sending u love n kisses too <3
☽atsumu frowned, seeing the bedroom door closed and the lights off when he got home. he opened the door quietly and made his way in, sitting down on the bed where you were lying down. 
“hey baby,” he said softly. “you okay?” 
“head hurts. nauseous.” you whimpered. “don’t feel well.” 
“‘m sorry baby. have you eaten today?” he asked, making you shake your head. “you just stay here, okay? i’m gonna go make you some food and tea.” 
he rubbed your back softly before making his way to the kitchen, gathering food for you and preparing a cup of tea. when he returned, he placed the food and tea on your bedside table and sat on the bed with you again. 
“baby? food and tea’s here, think you can have a bite for me?” he asked softly, rubbing your back softly. 
you slowly opened your eyes, letting atsumu help you sit up and bring a piece of food to your lips followed by a sip of tea. 
“you okay?” he asked, his fingers tracing your face softly. 
you nodded, reaching for the food and tea. “hungry.” 
atsumu smiled, seeing you eat the food he prepared. 
“‘m glad you’re eating my love.” he said softly, pressing a soft kiss to your head. 
“now let’s get some sleep, yeah? should make you feel better.” 
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☽bokuto hummed softly, turning off the lights in the bedroom where you were currently laying down. the two of you had previously been in the living room when you started to feel a migraine coming on paired with nausea and dizziness. bokuto was worried you would faint, so he carried you to the bedroom to lay down. 
he opened his computer, looking up remedies for migraines, until he heard you calling for him weakly. 
“baby?” he asked, opening the door softly. “you okay?” 
“want cuddles.” you mumbled. “can’t stand up.” 
“oh baby,” he cooed, closing the door behind him and laying down with you. 
he brought your head to his chest, holding you close to him but gently. 
“go to sleep, baby.” he told you, running his hand up and down your arm. “get some rest.” 
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☽oikawa was worried. he hadn’t heard from you the entire time he was at practice. he became even more worried when he arrived home and everything in the living room was in disarray.
“y/n?” he called out, hearing a muffled response from you in the bedroom.  he opened the door, seeing you laying face down in the bed with a bowl next to your side of the bed. “what’s going on, sweetheart, hm?” 
you weakly pushed yourself up, standing up to greet him. you immediately sat back down, dizziness taking over. oikawa made his way over to you, helping you lie down once again. 
“sorry,” you mumbled weakly. “wasn’t feeling well, didn’t know i was dizzy as well.” 
“oh sweetheart,” oikawa sighed. “you just lay down, let me take care of you, hm?”
you couldn’t argue with that, so you laid down, allowing oikawa to pamper you. he went to the kitchen and got a cup of tea and medicine, returning and placing it on your bedside table. you had gotten hit with a sudden burst of nausea, oikawa rubbing your back softly while you hunched over the bowl. 
“you can leave if you want,” you rasped. “you don’t have to stay.” 
“nonsense.” oikawa hummed. “nothing’s stopping me from taking care of my baby.” 
oikawa laid down next to you, pulling you into his chest. 
“now let’s get some rest, yeah?” 
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magatoki · 2 years
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Slipping Through My Fingers || PT 2
Character: Oikawa X Reader
Word count: 1727
Genre: Angst, fluff
A/N: I tried my best at making a part 2. Just know I wrote this with my little goblin fingers and posting it and now its everyone else's problem
I looked at the two lines on my grandmother’s face that occupied space around her mouth, more wrinkles had formed around her eyes and her eyebags had certainly darkened. I knew just how much time had passed, but, for some reason, I hadn’t noticed how much she had aged until I had gotten the chance to face-time her for this long. It made me wonder just how much of my life had really passed by since I left. I swiped my hand over my face as I let out a heavy sigh and flopped back onto the comfort of my bed and curled up onto my side. “Take care grandma, I’ll be there soon,” I said my goodbye and let the silence envelope the room. My grandfather had a full life. He lived with no regrets, ate and drank what he wanted, worked hard and had a loving family and a supportive wife.  I thought back to those 5, maybe 6 odd years before I made it here. The people I had left behind, they had changed so much. I wondered if I had changed too.
 A face that I wanted to forget flashed inside my head and I groaned in frustration while rolling onto my back and placing my arm over my eyes, the other playing with the necklace on my chest. “It’s been years Toru. They broke up with you,” I tried to remind myself as I forced myself to pack a suitcase and tried to convince myself that the passing of my grandfather was the only reason that I was going back.
The welcome wasn’t as warm as I was hoping as the harsh winter snow coated the floor. Things felt stagnant for a while after the funeral. I felt twice as empty, staying in the house of the town I no longer wanted to call home. “You look miserable uncle Toru,” Takeru teased and I ruffled his hair in response. “Yeah I’m miserable you’ve gotten so big already,” I tried to joke back. “I’m not gonna stay small forever you know.” He grinned and I shook my head. “What a shame, you were cuter when you were smaller,” I teased right back and smirked at him whining in protest. I made my way to the door, grabbing my coat and putting on some shoes. “I’m going for a walk, tell your mom I’ll be back in a bit-” “Bring back something for me,” He demanded and I scoffed. “You got most of all the things I brought back,” I retaliated as I closed the door. He still had some of his spoiled, childish ways. I guess sometimes old habits die hard. 
Like most things I had noticed, there weren’t many drastic changes to the tiny town we resided in, most if it remained the same, save for the odd color changes of buildings and the renaming of stores. I shivered as a gust of icy wind rushed through the streets, my teeth chattering as I hastily took a step inside the closest store to escape the cold, the chime from the door bringing welcome greetings as I rubbed my hands together. The scent of hot cocoa and coffee filled my nose and as I looked around,  before rolling my eyes at the location. Ofcourse, fate had to lead me to one of the last places I ever wanted to see again in this life. My eyes landed on the all too familiar table that was occupied by a mother and their child, the last memory of being inside the cafe opening up a dark chamber of my mind that I wished would remain shut.
“Toru?” I blinked and I was 18 again and the pain in my chest flaring up and suddenly I didn’t feel so cold anymore. My stare lingered on the figure before me, not knowing how to process the time catching up to me and my heartbeat abusing my ribcage. I guess I never got over it. “It’s nice to see you. It’s been so long.. When did you get back?” They asked and my words caught in my throat. I wasn’t sure what I wanted my first words to them to be. Wasit nice to see them? I pondered for a second too long and they noticed the shock on my face. “A few days ago,” I informed them, forgoing the greeting. I couldn’t decide if it was nice to see them. “My grandfather passed.” That was the only reason I was there. I reminded myself. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. My condolences to you and your family,” they prattled on as I scanned them. The same voice, the same hair, the same lips, the same cautious kindness that warmed me from the inside. “While you’re here, if you get some time, we should catch up,” they pitched the idea and I considered it for a second. “Are you busy now?” I watched them as they shook their head slowly, the both of us clearly just as shocked as the other. 
‘This is a mistake,’ I thought to myself as we both rattled our brains for something to say to the other. I simmered in the silence as I absentmindedly twirled the warm coffee cup in my hand as I stole a glance at them. They looked nervous. They should be, they were the one that broke me; broken us.
“How are you? Apart from your grandfather? I know how much he meant to you.” They broke the silence first, and I was adamant to not reply and make the conversation more uncomfortable than it already was, but I decided to hold the lava from spilling over. There wasn’t anything that I could gain from erupting years later. “I’m fine,” I replied with a shrug, watching them nod, the eye contact making them shy away from me, their entire body shifting to lean on their left side. “Is this what we’re just going to do? Sit and chat like we’re friends?” I sipped my coffee and they sniffled. “I’m sorry, all those years ago, I was afraid to commit,” They cried softly, using the heel of their palm to wipe the tears, their glasses getting in the way. “And I was just the unlucky bastard back then huh?” I rolled my eyes, trying to not let the sight of them in tears get to me. A part of my heart would always belong to them. “I waited for a call, or a text. I kept hoping that you would eventually show up,” They whimpered and I found it hard to believe. “That’s a bit selfish isn’t it? You broke up with me,” I recalled the incident and they sighed heavily. “Why didn’t you reach out to me? I was hurting so much, I almost got sent back home.” That was the first time that I had ever revealed that to anyone. “I wanted to give you time. You walked away so angry, I didn’t want to make it worse. I mean, could you blame me? We were young and you were going to be gone for a long time and in a foreign place. I was so insecure of myself I didn’t know what to do so I panicked.” I listened to their words and tried to process the truth behind it. “But I’m glad that you moved on and we can still talk like this here today, even if you hate me.” They sobbed softly and I thanked whatever God that was watching over us right now that the cafe was empty.
A thick silence fell upon the two of us as I thought about what I could say next as I watched them dry the tears on their cheeks. “I could never hate you,” I admitted softly and exhaled, reaching into my shirt to tug the piece of jewelry out for them to see. “I wore this everyday since I left.” I sported the necklace with two rings. “You know, I was so angry, I thought I would get over you but, anyone that I saw, they weren’t you. I hated myself for it. I thought about you everyday but I never reached out because I wanted you to hurt the same way that you made me hurt,” I inhaled sharply, my breath ragged as the lava overflowed but, rather than a hot anger, I felt the coolness of relief relax my shoulders. It felt like I was finally letting out a secret that I had kept bottled for far too long. “I never moved on. I can’t move on,” I scoffed bitterly as they eyed the necklace. It then occurred to me, what were we even doing here? What was the point of this entire conversation? For closure or for us to just admit that we were stupid? Or to subject myself to more pain?
“Are you saying that you still love me?” They brought me out of my train of thought and I swallowed the thickness in my throat and nodded. “There won’t be anyone else for me besides you,” I declared and as we both stood, I felt a part of me fit snugly right where it belonged, my face in the crook of their neck, my arms circling their waist, lost in time as I felt like myself for the first time in so many years. As we pulled away I was taken by surprise at the bold press of their lips to mine. They tasted like chamomile tea on a rainy day, the softness of their lips taking me back to us kissing for the first time outside the school gym. I was twice as nervous and kissed them without thinking; good thing Iwaizumi had caught us before the coach did.
A year and a half later, we exchanged vows together in an entirely new country on the beach, our family and friends celebrating by our sides. Slipping away from the noise to get some time to ourselves for the first time that day, we walked along the shore of the beach, the gentle waves rushing over our feet as we strolled. I watched them marvel at the few stars that lined the sky and if I didn’t know then, I knew now; whatever we went through, I would never regret loving them, not now, not ever, especially in this lifetime.
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s1arwr1d · 8 months
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Hii! These are the outfits and Spotify playlist (if you don't have Spotify premium and don't want to be interrupted by ads, I have a playlist you can stream on an app called Musi for free with no ads that'll interrupt your audio.) 4 my New Fanfic called "Cryptic Messages".
By the way, the Music doesn't start til about... half way through the fanfic!
Here is the Spotify playlist which is meant to be listened to when reading the fanfic (gets you in that mood) <3
This is the Musi playlist! (There are only pop up ads every now and then but they don't interrupt the streaming audio, and you can exit the app to list of course.)
This is for Chapter 1, "The Color Champagne". <3
MC's (self-insert) club outfit:
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Violeta's character reference and her club outfit to match our dress:
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This is our Car reference <33
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This is our beloved Oikawa Tooru's Suit reference! With of course Iwaizumi's <3. (Just incase you're confused, Matsukawa is to the right of the photo, and Iwaizumi is the one behind Oikawa.)
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This is Kuroo's Outfit <3
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hoperenae · 1 year
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Turning Heads (a Haikyuu fanfic by hoperenae)
PREVIOUS — SERIES MASTERLIST — NEXT
PART 16- One of Us Had to Lose
The bus ride back home was quiet, too. Even coach Ukai and Takeda-sensei didn’t have anything to say. When we got back, Ukai took us all to a local shop and bought us dinner. We sat there staring at our food, still unable to fully comprehend what was going on.
“Your muscles are at their limits, so you’ve got to repair them by eating,” Ukai said as he sat down. “That’s how you build muscle and become stronger. So eat. Eat a proper meal.”
Slowly, we picked up our utensils and said our thank yous to the lady who made the food. Then, we ate. After the first bite, I knew Ukai was right. My body needed to refuel in order to heal. We all shoveled food into our mouths.
Next to me, I saw tears fall from Hinata’s face onto the table. Looking down, I realized my own tears were dripping onto my food. A quick glance around told me it was the same for everyone. Even Tsukki looked more emotional than usual. I glanced across the table at Nishinoya who was frantically shoving a rice ball into his mouth, his tears mixing in with the food.
At the end of the table, Ukai and Takeda-sensei were smiling sadly at all of us. I made eye contact with Ukai, and he nodded, which only made my tears fall heavier.
This sucked. There was no other way to put it. It was hard to see the other side when you felt so defeated. At this point, I wasn’t even sure if there was another side.
Eventually, we finished eating and went back to the school. Ukai said we would have our meeting at practice the next day, so we all just went home. Daichi and I walked along in silence. When we were approaching our house, I stopped dead in my tracks.
Oikawa was leaning in front of our front gate, hands in his jacket pockets. He was wearing glasses. I loved those glasses on him. My skin burned red hot with humiliation and frustration. I wanted him to go away. I couldn’t look him in the eye after today. Not yet, anyway. But just as I thought this, I felt my brother’s hand on my shoulder.
“Go,” he said, motioning toward Oikawa. “Talk to him.” I furrowed my brow but he nudged me forward.
As we got closer, Oikawa finally noticed us. He straightened up and took his hands out of his pockets. Daichi merely nodded at him and went inside the house, giving me one last encouraging look.
“Well,” I said, folding my arms across my chest. “What is it?”
“Arya, I just,” he stammered. “I wanted to say you were amazing today. And I’m—”
“Don’t,” I inserted. “Don’t apologize for winning.”
“I wasn’t going to,” he fired back, forehead creased. “I was going to say, I’m sorry you lost.” He glanced down at his feet, suddenly seeming smaller. “I’m sorry that one of us had to lose.”
I was frozen. I didn’t know what to say. Then I felt the wet warmth of tears running down my cheeks. I wiped my nose with my jacket sleeve and stared at the ground. Oikawa put a hand on my shoulder, and it was all over. I collapsed into his arms and sobbed. He held me there for a bit with his head buried in my hair, whispering soft and encouraging words and placing kisses on the top of my head.
“I—I thought we could do it,” I sniffed, rubbing my eyes and stepping out of his embrace. “I actually thought we could beat you guys. I wanted it so badly. Why did we lose?”
He gently grabbed my chin and brought my face up to meet his, my eyes finally locking with his for the first time since I told him off.
“Sometimes it takes a heavy loss to make you stronger,” he said. I let that sit with me for a moment. Now that I had let all my emotions out, I was able to process what he was saying.
“You’ll come back from this,” he continued. “And when you do, I can’t wait to meet you on the court again.” He grinned down at me, and I was surprised to find myself smiling back. He pulled me in for another hug.
“Thanks,” I whispered into his chest. He squeezed me tighter.
“I better get going,” he said. “Iwa-chan and I are gonna watch the match and go over our game plan for this week’s practices.”
“Do you guys ever take a break?“ I chuckled lightly, sniffling.
“See ya!” he exclaimed with a wave as he turned to walk away.
“Toruu!” I called out after him. He turned over his shoulder to face me. I grinned. “Don’t go thinking you’re invincible now just because you beat us this one time. We will defeat you.”
He shot me his famous cunning grin.
“Looking forward to the challenge, lefty!” he replied, echoing my words from so long ago.
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malereadermaniac · 2 months
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Omega team manager x Random Guys
How Kuroo, Daichi, Bokuto, Atsumu, Ushijima, and Oikawa as alphas would interact with their Omega!manager
I'm fucking FEEDING u lot with this one it's SO LONGGG
Also sorry if some of these guys are OOC I haven't watched Haikyuu in 3 years xoxo
Sfw and Nsfw - fem readers and minors dni!!!
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Kuroo sfw
He wasn't opposed to the idea of having an omega as his team manager, infact Kuroo was quite keen on the idea
He liked the idea of the team leader being an alpha and their manager being an omega
But he didn't let on that he fucking loved it
Kuroo immediately became protective over you, but in a more detached way
He would hang out with you, scenting your stuff over time to reek of his pheromones
After a few months, the rest of the team, as well as every other alpha in the school had backed off from you
The two of you took forever to even start courting
But it wasn't bad that way, you received the same amount of attention from Kuroo that you would if he was to court you
Kuroo would give you his team jacket to wear when the team was running laps outside, his scent enveloping you
The built alpha would tell you to cheer extra loud for him before a game
Eventually, the alpha mustered up the courage to court you, and the two of you have been together for ages now
Dates every weekend, study dates if you have exams the next week
Sleepovers after dates were mandatory
And you two were insufferable at college, Kuroo loved to rub his relationship in everyone's face - you were a very popular and sought after omega, so Kuroo liked to make sure people knew you were claimed
"I fuckin' love it when you wear my volleyball tank, babe - can't have an omega as handsome as you walk around without even a trace of my scent"
Kuroo nsfw
What escalated your relationship from courting to dating was your heat
The two of you were at Kuroo's house, home alone studying for a quiz the following monday
You knew your heat was due soon, but soon meant in a week, not THAT day
What set you off were Kuroo's pheromones, the strong smell of musk mixed with woody scents sent you over the edge
The alpha noticed your panting and blushed face immediately
He apologised, kept his distance and told you several times not to do something you two would regret
Fast forward to the two of you dating, Kuroo's rut
His carnal desires took over and you were willing to help
His chiselled body, gleaming with sweat stood naked infront of you, your alpha looking down at you with hazy eyes
Your knees buckled from his pheromones
An hour had gone by and Kuroo was still sloppily eating you out, not even putting a finger in you, his rut keeping his focus only on the addictive taste of your slick leaking ass
Once your alpha had finally had his fill, he moved on to fucking you
Kuroo's rut made him ruthless, fucking you with vigor, panting and grunting into your ear, biting your body and covering you in marks possessively
The room was hot and stuffy with the smell of sweat, alpha pheromones, omega pheromones, cum and slick - but Kuroo and you kept going until his rut finally started to let up
"My Omega- HAHH! FUCK! Go-oood Omega-! Love you- so fuckin' - GAHH- SO FUCKIN MUCH"
Daichi sfw
He knew you before you became Kurasuno's manager
Daichi was practically courting you by the time you became the teams manager - so nishinoya and tanka were quickly put off of you once they smelled Daichi's pheromones all over you
Again, being one of the few male Omega's at your college made you highly sought after
Daichi always told you how lucky he was to have your love
He's the softest Alpha you've ever met, gentle touches juxtapose his rough hands
He likes that the two of you are relatively popular, people watch as the two of you walk together and think that you're the perfect couple
Daichi likes to cuddle you, scent you constantly and to always feel his hands on you or vice versa
The alpha has no clue about PDA, he kisses you in corridors - his Alpha then prolonging the kiss to a make-out session that lasts the whole of lunch - it's up to you to drag him away to a more private area
Daichi is completely head over heels for hid omega
"I'm so glad we're together, I'm so lucky to be with you, (y/n). I love you, darling~"
Daichi nsfw
Daichi is the complete opposite of himself when he's in a rut
He isn't violent, but his grip changes from soft to firm on you, he shows his possessive side a lot more - calling you "Mine" and "My Omega" instead of his usual nicknames for you
He fucks you hard and each of his rounds last ages - Daichi being a manager of a volleyball team being incredibly daunting once his stamina gets applied to sex
Once his ruts ends, Daichi has to care for you for at least 2 days, your lower half not working at all
On the other hand, during your heats Saichi becomes a fat tease
The alpha fucking loves when you get desperate for him, it awakens something carnal within him
He makes out with you for a while as you grind into him, calling you owt names and cooing at you mockingly while you try to get off
Then, Daichi will only finger you for a while until you start literally crying for his knot
Finally when he gives in and fucks you, Daichi goes mental - you'd think he was in a rut
He jerks you off while he fucks hard into your prostate, making you cum over and over again, desperate for his knot
Thank god that you're on contraceptives, because by the end of your heat, you get the best of your alpha at least once or twice, his knot locking him inside of you while your walls tighten and milk his dick
"Fuck baby~ So- tight! 'M sorry baby, cumin- CUMMING! Fu... fuck baby, soo good baby"
Bokuto sfw
This man was ALL over you the moment you became the manager
Bokuto would flirt with you on the daily, and you would flirt back - your confidence and charisma made the owl-haired alpha want you even more
He was always friendly towards you, seeing you as more than an object like most other alphas - he more wanted to be your friend than to mate you
Only once he was in a pre-rut and had to spend a few hours with you did Bokuto fall for you - you were such a caring Omega for him, doting on him and providing him with anything he needs
After that Bokuto was still all over you but now in aims to court you
Which you gladly let the strong, muscular, Alpha captain of your college volleyball team do
So once Bokuto marked you, the two of you became THE college couple
People envied you for dating Bokuto and others envied Bokuto for dating you
He always has an arm around your waist or shoulders, Bokuto has to let people know that he's your alpha
He likes that you're witty for an omega, you're not super soft spoken - you match his vibe, he fucking adores that shit
He tries to be the best alpha he can for you, so he always pays for your meals and other things no matter how much you protest - it inflates his ego (his chest litterally puffs up)
He loves spending time with you more than anyone else, Bokuto has never felt the way he does with you with anyone else
"You're mine, cutie~ My fuckin' perfect Omega... You're my everything, (y/n)"
Bokuto nsfw
Bokuto's demeanor in bed depends on if your in heat or if he's in a rut or not - in the best ways possible
If you're in heat and Bokuto is helping you through it, he's caring and careful with you - taking care of each of your needs
He's happy to be a dildo for you to use, a scenting and biting machine that you use to feel better
He rubs your tummy while he fucks you hard, his dick makes your belly bulge slightly - the euphoric feeling making the burn in your stomach from your heat dissappear
On the other hand, if Bokuto's in a rut he's an animal
Bokuto loves the sounds you make, they ground him while he pounds you to high heaven, pumping cum into your hole while you squirm and moan under him
He loves the scent you make when you're horny, your sweat and your pheromones keeping the ache in his gut at bay while he drills your hole with his swelling, veiny dick
But unlike most Alphas Bokuto can remain mainly conscious during his ruts
Due to that consciousness, Bokuto makes you blow him at some points, which eventually turns into him mouthfucking you
The alpha marks your whole body when in a rut, grunting and groaning your name into your ear with nothing but lust and love dripping off of his tongue
"Jeusus- fuck- (y/n)- CUMMING! FUCK- Fuck yeah! My fuckin' omega- take my- SHIT- Take my fuckin' pups babe~ I fucking love you- I need you!"
Atsumu sfw
He'd heard of you before you became the team manager
Atsuma had never gotten the hype over Omegas - that was until he met you
The way you doted on every single team member, made sure they each had water or a towel or anything, the way you cheered him on at the side of the court - it made his Inner Alpha jump with joy
Atsumu had never wanted someone as badly as he wanted you - and he was gonna get what he wanted
You noticed him talking to you more, Atsumu would purposefully show-off the height difference between you both while releasing his scent to envelop you
It flustered you st first, but as time went on you embraced the Alpha trying to subtly flirt with you
When the two of you finally started dating, Atsumu had never felt lighter, everything just felt right with you
You took care of him, keeping him in check and fully shouting at him when he gets too high and mighty
The alpha would always buy you gifts, take you out in expensive dates but most of all he liked to have sleepovers with you
You would go to his house and Atsumu would cook for you, really charm you with his looks and skills then cuddle you all night while breathing in your pheromones like air
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Atsumu really understood the hype around Omegas when he first helped you through a heat
The alpha got lost in your scent, the lewd sounds you would make, the way you would beg for him like you needed him to live, and oh god the way you tasted and felt around him
Atsumu felt like he physically couldn't stop fucking you, his hips having a mind of their own as he pounded your loose, slicked up hole
Atsumu is also found that he's a really mean Alpha in bed, something about you brings that out of him
And he found out that you fucking live for his degradation and teasing
He loves the idea of teasing you and laughing at you while your heat is eating at you, your body writhing from the feeling in your stomach as your ass craves for his knot
Atsumu is so mean to you it turns you on so much
He teases your dick, going as far as calling it a pussy as he rubs your dick against his palm while he only just fingers at your proste
You squirt more and more slick out of your ass until Atsumu finally gives in to your pleas and absolutely ravages your ass
Your walls tighten around your Alphas dick while he fucks up into your prostate with every thrust
Moans and grunts echo in the room, Atsumu's veiny hand wraps around your throat and he squeezes gently while your hands dart to his muscular back and scratch him like a scratching post
By the time you've came for a 3rd time, Atsumu has filled your hole up to the brim
Your alpha is 6 loads in and is still willing to push through till the end of your heat ♡
"You're so cute, Omega~ Such a pathetic excuse of a man, such a cute little dick, look at you squirting sterile cum all over yourself"
Ushijima sfw
Omegas avoided Ushijima like the plague, even for an alpha he was huge and scary
So when you showed none of that when interacting with Ushijima, you had caught his eye straight away
He liked how kind you were, caring and doting like any other Omega but in a natural way - not in an overly exaggerated way like he had seen other Omegas behave around his teammates
The rest of the team noticed how much Ushijima was head over heels doe you - and they supported it so so much
He liked the height difference between you two, Ushijima would focus on how small you were compared to him even for an Omega, your small waist which his veiny hands could easily wrap around were on his mind practically 24/7
Once the team started to push Ushijima to court you, it was funny to see how you, as an Omega, were pulling most of the weight - making all the first moves while Ushijima blushes away
You were his first everything- his first crush, his first courting, his first kiss, and first time - He was like a schoolgirl around you
But once he mustered up the courage to ask you to be his, you were ecstatic - and so was the rest of the team
Dating the massive alpha was incredible, he was rich so of course Ushijima spoiled you
He compliments you so, so much in a nonchalant way - saying shit like "You're the most gorgeous man I've ever laid my eyes on" like it isn't the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to you!
And you two go on so many romantic and heartfelt dates, many of which happen at your house
Ushijima absolutely loves it when you cook for him, he sits down at the table and watches you cook away while you talk to him about something random
The whole time your words going in one ear and out the other while your muscular Alpha fantasises about you doing this for him everyday of the rest of his life after marrying you - which he most definitely plans on doing
"(Y/n) Ushijima~ I like the sound of that. Would you like to marry me, my omega? I think we'd make beautiful pups, don't you?"
Ushijima nsfw
Again, you were his first everything - so of course you were the Alpha's first time, too
The first time you helped Ushijima through a rut was insane, the poor virgin Alpha could not stop for his life
His scent was extremely powerful from the pure excitement and lust he was feeling, Ushijima was fucking you at an animalistic pace while he grunted and moaned so loud that the entire Ushijima estate could probably hear
He'd already came 4 times, his hips not stopping once, your dick overstimulated as you moaned and cried - Ushijima apologising between moans, drunk and high off of his rut
He'd never felt such pleasure before, a pure and constant rush if dopamine flooding his brain as he fucks his pups into you, his knot now just pushing in and out of you - the pain and pleasure mixing like the smell of pheromones and sweat in the Alpha's room
By the time Ushijima had regained consciousness and control over his body, he was appalled at himself
His eyes glanced over your body, widening in horror at the state your body was in - bite marks on every little patch of skin, bruises all over your hips and neck and wrists, cum still leaking out of your loose hole and your body covered in dried, sticky cum
After being bombarded with apologise, you calmed Ushijima down and promised that you enjoyed yourself
A part of him also felt really guilty that when he saw your puffed out hole, filled with his cum - a part of him hoped you'd carry his pups, so much so that he'd already gotten a semi from the idea
On the other hand, the way that Ushijima helps you through heats is incredibly sweet
The alpha does his best to soothe your pain, fingering at your prostate until you cum on his fingers while breathing in your mates scent, the burn in your stomach already dissipating
The alpha had laid plenty of attention in health class, so his dick is in you almost instantly after your first orgams, slow thrust directly against your prostate making you slick up even more, cumming once again from the way Ushijima pressed a hand against the bulge in your belly
By the end of your heat, Ushijima's back is torn to shreds along with some beautiful bite marks from you all over his broad shoulders and neck
Your body on the other hand is perfectly clean - apart from.your mating mark, which Ushijima ensured to make fresh once more
"You're so beautiful, Omega. Feel so good around me, such a good boy for me, all slick and taking my big dick all the way - you feel good don't you, (y/n)?"
Oikawa sfw
The idea of having THE campus omega as his team manager made Oikawa's chest puff up
He was all over you immediately - which made you more flustered than uncomfortable
The whole team liked you, you were very attentive to their needs and would always be up to help them with whatever - but Oikawa liked you even more than the others
The Alpha could feel his heart rate jump when you would arrive at practice and could feel his mood perk up when he had a class with you
The whole team knew the captain liked you - even you weren't oblivious to that fact, so it didn't come as a surprise when Oikawa tried to court you
You made no complaints, you were used to Alpha's trying to court you but you had always turned them down - you decided to give your handsome team captain a chance
And holy crap did he quickly make you fall for him
The alpha would scent you every chance he would get, Oikawa would greet you with a hug and a gift and then spend the whole time you two were together following you around like a puppy and chatting to you non-stop
His masculine scent and his charisma made it hard not to fall for him
So once Oikawa had successfully courted you, the two of you started to date
Never had the Alpha's ego been as high as it is now that you two are dating
Everyone at college knows about you two, due to Oikawas loud mouth and inflated ego
He's constantly touching, you're on his arm every hour of every day bur you have no complaints about it
The Alpha constantly compliments you and wants to spend time with you - his playboy ways being long forgotten since he started courting
Every time you two are together is good, even arguments with your alpha end in hugs and tears
"Gosh (n/n)-chan you're so cute! Ya know, you look so good on my arm, bet everyone's soooo jealous of me right now~"
Oikawa nsfw
A selfish lover is the only way to describe Oikawa during his ruts
Like any other alpha Oikawa can only focus on his needs - but trust me only after Oikawa has came at least 3 times to you cum for the first time
The alpha will be fucking into you, milking his dick empty of his fertile seed for hours on end and you only cum around twice per rut
Oikawa feels bad about this once he comes back around but he can't help himself, you just feel too good around him he can't even focus on you
Your heats are totally different though
Oikawa loves to make you feel as good as possible - almost a little too good
The alpha has you cumming on his tongue within minuets - minuets which turn into hours of your heat craving your alphas dick and him not giving it to you
He fucking loves it when you literally cry for him to fuck you, beg for his veiny dick and his thick knot
Once Oikawa gives in and finally fucks you, he's ruthless, fucking you with si much vigor that you're squirting cum all over yourself constantly
You're moans and your scent are enough to make Oikawa fill you with cum, his knot finally making that burn in your belly calm down
Bathing in the afterglow, Oikawa can't help but stay hard from the way you look
You're like an angel sent by God himself, his perfect omega, your face fucked out and tired, your body covered in cum and marks - and oh fuck your hole clenching on his dick, milking your alpha for his pups
"Aww do you need my dick, baby? Does my poor Omega fucking desperate for my knot - do you want my pups, darling?"
Hope you guys enjoyed - this was weird for me - very long for my kind of writing and I think it sucked in some parts but hope u liked xoxoxoxoxo
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kenthoe · 2 years
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fr tho why is everything smut😭😭 i wanna read angst that would ruin me, make me sick to my stomach and cry like there's no tomorrow bro i want a fanfic that is so devastating that i won't be able to function for the next few months
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byunbqbes · 1 year
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HIGH TENSION SCENARIOS WITH HQ BOYS
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RIDING PUBLIC TRANSPORT – where it's peak hour on the train, and you're getting squashed against him. you can smell his minty deodorant and, if you're not imagining things, hear the thumps of his heart in his chest. (it's your fault for looking up at him through your eyelashes!!) when you're nearing your stop, he leans down and whispers in your ear, "we're getting off soon."
IWAIZUMI, ushijima, osamu, bokuto, daichi (SORRY IM NAMING ALL THE BEEFY MEN...)
TOUCHING SHOULDERS – you are watching a movie together when he starts getting comfortable and scoots closer, accidentally grazing his shoulder against yours. none of you are focusing on the movie and you're both thinking to yourselves, does this mean anything more?
akaashi, kita, KAGS (boy would start blushing SO much), kenma, sugawara, sakusa
SHARING A BED – awkwardly lying as far away from each other as possible, only to wake up with entangled limbs and your head on his chest. one of you wakes up first and quietly observes how peaceful the other looks and how beautiful they were with the soft morning sun kissing their skin.
yamaguchi, mattsun, ushijima, sugawara, hinata, SAKUSA (this man will literally ASK you to sleep further from him before unknowingly spooning you in his sleep lol)
PUTTING SOMETHING OUT OF YOUR REACH – he probably just showed you an unglam picture that he took of you, and you reached over to snatch his phone out of his hand. but he's quicker - he raises his phone above his head to make you jump for it. he smiles smugly while you whine, tiptoeing to the best of your efforts. both of you are suddenly very aware of the sudden proximity between you. tense silence ensues
kuroo, SUNA, oikawa, TSUKISHIMAdjkfnsdkfn, tendou, atsumu, bokuto??
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inspired by this tiktok: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS8uasSBx/
🥐 reblogs are very appreciated!!
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utahimeow · 1 year
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ok for your kink game, tooru + “just the tip”….
cw — nsfw content minors dni. f!reader, smut, established relationship, super fluffy
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“please, let me put it in?” tooru’s face is nestled into your neck as he whines. he nibbles at your neck–a fiend, his arms wrapped tight around your waist to keep you flush against his body as the sun rises outside.
“tooru, i have to be up–” you glance at the clock on your bedside table. “–five minutes ago. i can’t be late for work again.”
“just the tip? please? need to feel you,” he sighs, teasing his erection against your ass, whimpering pathetically when cloth gets in the way.
you curse the way he has you clenching around nothing, no doubt dripping from the way he grinds his bulge against you. “…fine. just the tip.”
it’s not uncommon for your pretty boyfriend to cause your morals to vanish. unfortunately for you, his silky voice and sparkly brown eyes and soft pink lips are just too hard to resist. but also you’d be stupid to deny him, with his sculpted body and his muscled arms and–well, his perfect dick.
tooru tugs his pajama pants down his legs, pumping his leaking cock as he pulls your panties aside, always grateful for your choice to wear no more than an oversized shirt and underwear to bed. he dips a finger into your hole, grinning when your wet walls clamp around him instantly.
“tooru…” you breathe, but it’s more of a moan than the warning you were trying to give.
“still need to get you ready, angel,” he coos, pressing soft kisses to your neck that have your heavy eyes fluttering shut.
when he’s satisfied with his prepping you, he shifts forward, dragging the head of his cock through your sopping folds, eliciting a whimpered plea from you. he grins like the asshole he is, but he’s reminded that he’s just as needy as you are when you grind your hips back against him. his tip catches your entrance and it’s enough to make him moan.
“c’mon tooru… quit teasing,” you say, still in a battle between sleep and consciousness.
he slides in–just his tip–and both of you sigh in unison from the somewhat relief. he drags it in and out, in and out, slow and steady, hardly enough to get either of you off.
there are times where you would appreciate this. the contact, the intimacy, the warmth of your boyfriend connected with you. right now though, you need release.
“more, tooru, need more,” you beg, your hand reaching back until it lands in his curls, all messy and askew.
“yeah?” he mumbles into your shoulder, grinding his hips a little harder. you think he’s probably about halfway in now, but the feeling of his fingers drifting beneath your shirt and landing on your soft nipples melts away your urge to argue.
each of his thrusts feeds the growing flame in your stomach, making your limbs go lax as you turn pliant for him. he peppers kisses over your neck, your jaw, your temple, desperate to be even closer to you, to melt into you.
before long, he’s burying himself to the hilt with each stroke, but you’re too close to care. and when his fingers reach between your soft thighs to play with your clit, you cry and gasp, clinging to his arm as he fucks you through your orgasm. he follows not long after, filling you up with warm ropes of cum and tiny gasps in your ear.
you should have known this was tooru’s plan all along, really, but it was over the moment you realised you were already late and did nothing about it. needless to say, you called in sick to work that day.
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crescentbea02 · 10 months
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"Time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me" pt. 2 (Timeskip! Oikawa x fem! reader)
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Tropes: second chance romance, long distance, friends to lovers, right person wrong time, ex-relationship,
Summary: In which Oikawa Tooru finds himself forecefully reviving memories in a flight for Japan, in hopes to reecounter with the one person that has him on a chokehold even after six years apart.
Part 1: here
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“Tooru, is something going on?”
She knew him better than anyone. And she knew perfectly well that something was wrong with him.
“Y/N, I have to tell you something…”
As soon as Oikawa went down the stairs of the plane, he immediately smelled Tokyo. The smell of Japan. And he sighed with happiness, a happiness mixed with longing. Sometimes he liked being able to say that Japan didn't mean anything to him, that it had only stalled him on his true path, he liked the idea of ​​going to another country and finding his own home. And leave your old dysfunctional home behind to heal your wounds.
But as poetic as that sounded to him, he knew he was being unfair. Japan gave him what made him where he was now. It will only have been one obstacle to his happiness in the last year he lived there. Of course, Oikawa would never in his life choose to be in a place where he was tied. Even if it meant letting go of all of his people who made him what he was today.
At the Tokyo airport, he looked around and sighed.
Those stairs at that airport never gave him good memories. Despite being the mark of the beginning of his life. Maybe that's also why it never brought him good memories. Because it finally marked the farewell. Of his old self, of his old life.
Of the time that refused to pass. And of the time that was to come. Not just the warm smiles, and the smothered tears of seeing him go. Not just the long hugs and a few heartbreaking 'goodbyes'.
But also hers.
She, who from her greatest joy passed to her greatest sadness. She, who always looked at him with that love of hers. With that warmth of hers. She, who inside her chaotic interior, was her only certainty.
She looked at him with her y/e/c eyes, always so full of love. But now, when she saw him with a backpack on his back, they glistened with pain. He hoped it had been from pain, at the very least. Because he didn't know until today what she was feeling.
If she loved him so much that she wanted to give color to his dreams.
Or if she didn't love him enough, with the indifference of seeing him go.
“At last. I thought you weren't ever coming back” came a familiar voice from the gum and chocolate shops.
Oikawa looked ahead and smiled.
Memories of that airport were never happy, but they always had their less depressing moments in between.
Iwaizumi stared at him with that playful smile. He used to be more serious when they were younger. He didn't remember very well how he had met him. Just blurred images of bandaids, tricycles, skinned knees and a volleyball. Their mothers were friends despite being from such different social status, they both lived on the same street. Maybe it was because of that.
But these friendships for Oikawa were the best. The ones that didn't remind him of the first time he saw him.
Now Iwaizumi was more relaxed, he was in a better mood. He didn't know if it was because he stopped putting up with Oikawa every day all the time like he used to. Or it was because Oikawa wasn't as annoying as he used to be, despite being the complete opposite. Oikawa had never been so irritating.
“You know I never resist a good game” said Oikawa, immediately running into his arms, in a friendly hug full of longing and friendship.
Despite his hot temper and occasional arguments. What remained were the adventures they had, the obstacles they overcame and the laughs they shared.
Iwaizumi was his first best memory of everything he fought to have.
What would become of the two of them, without the two of them?
And Iwaizumi there took him to lunch in Tokyo. And they spent hours and hours talking about these same adventures.
“Man, good times…” Iwaizumi sighed after laughing so hard. That unique feeling of having to take a breath of fresh air with a huge stomach ache after laughing so hard. The trainer looked at his old friend with a smile on his face: "So tell, Shittykawa, I heard about your new girlfriend..."
Oikawa almost choked on his own drink.
He definitely didn't want to talk about his relationships with Iwaizumi. He was going to make him tell her about Y/N, he was going to ask him what was going on with the two of them, and he was possibly going to kill him if he found out he hadn't spoken to her in over four years. Iwaizumi has always been very protective of her, almost like a brother.
“Ah, did you hear about Emma? Well, then I guess we are not as private as we thought we were…” Oikawa gave him a nervous smile.
“Are you kidding? You, private with your girlfriends?” Iwaizumi crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow “You always enjoyed showing them off, you must really like Emma if you’re willing to keep things private”
Oikawa didn't like the direction this conversation was taking.
“Well, yeah but now I am more mature and a responsible adult” Oikawa lifted his head, never wanting so much that Iwaizumi started insulting him “I don’t feel the need to show off my volleyball trophees do I?”
“Yeah, you do…” Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow, as memories of Oikawa's constant instagram posts with his trophies. One of them was even in wallpaper on his phone.
“I’m not showing them off. I’m giving myself the spotlight I deserve after all those years of suffering” he smiled, looking down at his coffee.
“Right…” Iwaizumi rolled his eyes “Do you treat your girlfriend right at least?” He then gave him a playful smile.
Oikawa pressed his lips together. He didn't want to have to tell him any more about his love life. Or the subject of Y/N would come up for sure. It was always like that, Iwaizumi adored her even though he hated that they were together at first. In time, however, they appreciate the way they were so in love. And there he surrendered to their love.
“Why wouldn’t I? I’ve always treated my girlfriends right” he simply said, to his friend's surprise.
Iwaizumi found it strange. It seemed that Oikawa, who had always liked to brag about his girlfriends, who was always such a passionate person, didn't want to say too much about it. It was nothing like the twinkle in his eyes, the happy speech he used when talking about Y/N, for example.
“Is everything alright with you too, though?” he asked, always showing that he knew Oikawa as well as the back of his hand “You seem very… Not interested in talking about your girlfriend. I remember you couldn’t stop talking about Y/N whenever we met”
Oikawa gulped and lifted his head proudly, looking at Iwaizumi with a more serious expression.
“What are you even implying? That I am only dating my beautiful Emma because I could not forget Y/N?” Oikawa said, almost taking offence.
“I was implying anything. You, on the other hand…” Iwaizumi furrowed his brow, looking at him with that suspicious look he always got when Oikawa didn't tell him the whole truth.
“I'm glad to let you know, Iwa-chan, that I really like Emma” he decided to just say. He was trying to deceive Iwaizumi, he was trying to deceive himself “Y/N is a whole different situation…”
Iwaizumi sighed. It was enough to look into his eyes to realize that something was going on. He wasn't accusing him of lying, he wasn't even accusing him of possibly making up a whole story. But he knew his slyness, and he knew there was something more between those phrases.
“Does Y/N even know you’re in Japan?” Iwaizumi asked, trying to catch him in the trap.
Damn it, it had been hunted.
He had no more use for trying to trick Iwaizumi, much less lie. Oikawa then decided to do the same thing he knew how to do best. Pretend it meant nothing to him.
“Uh, you see…” began Oikawa, in a guilty tone, while scratching the back of his neck… “I really haven't talked toY/N lately…”
“What?” Iwaizumi asked, surprised, crossing his arms. “For how long? You guys are still friends, right?”
Oikawa opened his eyes wide in astonishment.
Y/N hadn't told him that he stopped talking to her...
The player took a deep breath... And decided to just stare at the ceiling of the cafe instead of facing Iwaizumi's possible anger that would come next.
“I haven’t talked to her in… Six years…”
Iwaizumi stayed in silence for a while. Which made Oikawa not know if it was safe to look at him.
“You… You are an absolute idiot!” he shouted, almost grabbing him by the collar of his sweater "Shittykawa, I'm going to murder you!!!"
“H-Hey, take it easy!! I have a good explanation, Iwa-chan, I promise!!”
Oikawa never really cared when his friend got mad at him. But it got uncomfortable when he was irritated with him with reason. And he knew that Iwaizumi had every reason in the world to call him those words. He should even call him worse.
“Now, everything makes sense…” Iwaizumi sighed, placing his hand on his forehead "Every time you asked me about her, every time I asked her if she was keeping in touch with you, she would just say ‘Oh, he’s fine, you know how he is’, and then changed the subject. It turns out she was lying to me…”
The volleyball player opened his mouth slightly. Y/N didn't tell Iwaizumi that he had stopped talking to her, and even lied by telling him that they were still in touch. Just to protect him. Even after everything he'd done to her, simply erasing her from his existence… she still wanted to protect him.
Maybe Oikawa really didn't deserve anyone.
“God damn it, Oikawa!” Iwaizumi slammed his fist on the table and, soon after, looked into his eyes with a certain sadness in his eyes… He really cared about Y/N like he was a sister “How could you do that to Y/N of all people…? Even after you broke up… She was always a friend to you. She could've easily hated you. But she still insisted, because she liked you too damn much and this is how you thank her!”
An icy chill hit his chest.
That was the sad reality he had spent so many years ignoring. And that, now, he had finally faced. He didn't understand why he chose to face her now, only now, after six years. Maybe he was more mature at twenty-five… Maybe he was less homesick, or his feelings had faded. Maybe it was the opposite, maybe he was more and more attached to his past, to her.
Oikawa looked down, biting his lip...
If there was one thing Oikawa knew better than doing his job, pissing people off and fooling Iwaizumi, it was screwing things up. He hated himself for it.
“Can you at least let me explain myself why I did what I did?” Oikawa asked, in a tone of anguish and regret. Which just made Iwaizumi roll his eyes.
“Suit yourself, it won’t do much to the situation, but at least I can hear your side”
“It’s because I couldn’t forget her!” Oikawa suddenly exclaimed, hugging himself. He hated feeling vulnerable like this, especially when it came to Y/N.
Iwaizumi furrowed his brows and glared at him, his gaze softening upon seeing the way Oikawa was getting. And he was silent, letting him speak.
“I… I know we promised we’d remain friends but…” Oikawa tried to speak, yet his voice seemed to break. “But how could I talk to her if everyday without her just made me love her more? I-I couldn’t be with anyone without thinking of her… And.. I thought… That if I cut things with her, it would give me strength to move on from her…”
Iwaizumi was looking at him with one of those usual looks that used to annoy him. That disappointed expression mixed with that of the worried best friend who had advised him so many times. This advice was of no use, since Oikawa never listened to him.
“And just how did that work out for you?”
Oikawa didn't dare look Iwaizumi in the eyes.
It's not that Iwaizumi wasn't right. He had reached that conclusion before he even realized it. If he ever regretted having made a choice, no matter how big it was, he had never regretted anything as much as that one. That choice that completely changed his life for the worse.
He did not need Iwaizumi to tell him what he already knew.
“That’s why I want to make things right” Oikawa looked into his eyes. He wasn't lying. Anyone who looked into those brown eyes of his knew he was being genuine, for once, as he had always been for Y/N. “I'm not even asking for her to like me again, or to get back together with her again I just…” he sighed at the roof, putting his hands in his hair. “I want her back in my life…”
Iwaizumi frowned, but slowly began to realize that maybe Oikawa was being genuine. After more than twenty years together, the athletic trainer already knew every side of him. And one of the few things he was genuine about was Y/N and the love he felt for her. Nor had he ever imagined Oikawa liking someone so much. Hell, he had never imagined anyone liking someone so much.
But he had fucked up. Because of his usual insecurities and cowardice. Now he had to make amends, he had to plant a new tree after cutting down the one he had planted when they were eighteen. And it was going to be difficult.
Iwaizumi knew Oikawa and his persistence in getting what he wanted, despite everything, and knew that he would do anything to have her in his life again.
As the now recently Argentinian player stared at his old friend's face with a guilty expression as he waited for him to at least say one word to him, Iwaizumi rolled his eyes. He took out a notebook from his black backpack and a pen he had in his pocket, which made Oikawa look at him curiously.
“Here’s her address. She’s living in Tokyo now” Iwaizumi gave him the paper “But if I were you I would give her a call first. Her number hasn’t changed. Just don’t show up there unannounced”
Oikawa looked at the paper and squeezed it gently. Just those numbers and letters already squeezed his chest with impatience to see her. He thought about how Y/N would react, how she would look now. If she was still beautiful, if her voice had changed, if she was still loved. But worse...
“Do you think she hates me?” Oikawa asked, still looking at the small paper.
Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow.
“She’s probably mad at you” replied simply, which made the player feel a stab in the chest “But I think Y/N could never truly hate you no matter how much she tried…”
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Sooo I may have calculated badly it will probably be four parts instead of three I hope you dont mind and I hope you enjoyed it <333
here are the tags <33
@milkteeboba
@writtenbynightlock
@adrii808
thank u for the lovely feedback and I really hoped you enjoyed it <33
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tender-rosiey · 2 years
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FALLING
— oikawa tooru x f!reader
| part of the “it couldn’t have gone worse” collab |
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ᴀ/ɴ: lol look at that loser *sobs* I love him so much pls be real ANYWAYS this is my contribution to the it couldn’t have gone worse collab by @luvbub <33 I really tried getting the theme right ugh for some reason I feel like it isn’t accurate also let’s treat it as a late HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOORUUUUUUUUUU 😫😭💕
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iwaizumi is an asshole with big biceps.
oikawa was done for, completely done for. there’s literally nothing he could do right now to redeem this situation.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU PLANNED A BLIND DATE FOR ME?!” he yells at the top of his lungs while iwaizumi is clasping his hands together, trying to compose himself.
iwaizumi sighs, “listen, I figured you should try getting out of this hole of overworking by interacting with others.”
oikawa pipes up, “hey! I interact with plenty of people! even more than you,” and he smirks in triumph.
that doesn’t last long.
iwaizumi, raises an eyebrow and a threatening fist before oikawa shrinks once again.
“but what if she is mean and one of those girls?” he shudders at the thought.
iwaizumi laughs at this excuse before assuring him, “she is a really good friend of mine and one of the sweetest people I have ever met. don’t worry,” and a smirks settles on his lips as he watches oikawa fidget with his fingers trying to come up with anything else.
“can you cancel?—“
“nope. I already told her that you are off from training so you can’t have any excuses anyways or you will end up looking like an ass.”
oikawa grumbles; now he really can’t get out of this and because it would be unfair to you as well, he decides that he will go, earning a pat on the back from iwa, “you’re really mean.”
“cry about it.”
it’s the following day when he’s getting ready for the date; he figures that he should go for a casual look since it’s a date in a restaurant that isn’t fancy. it seems like you prefer simple outings, and he finds himself adding a bonus point to your evaluation in his head.
“okay! let’s go,” he gives himself a small pep talk so he doesn’t make things awkward today though he doesn’t know why since he is normally pretty good at making conversations flow and finally he is out of the door.
not too long after, he is in front of the door of the restaurant. he goes to the table that is reserved under his name (by iwa) and sits down, looks like you aren’t here yet, but just as he thinks about it, he hears the bell of the restaurant ring and his head turns to see who it is.
his eyes widen, his lips part slightly and he feels like his heart has been stabbed by 4 million arrows of cupid. it’s you, his crush since middle school till high school and even now, it seems. you look gorgeous, absolutely stunning and he can’t take his eyes off of you.
looks like iwaizumi was still in contact with you and asked you if you are willing to go on a blind date.
“yo, y/n,” you hear him say on the other line.
you reply, “yeah, haji?”
“what if,” he pauses, “like hypothetically I set you on a blind date?”
you drop the spatula in your hand and the noise makes iwaizumi realize he might have made a mistake, “are you serious?”
“yeah, but don’t worry he is someone we both know and are close to!”
you pick your poor spatula up once again, “does he know it’s me?”
“no, it’s a little surprise for the both of you.”
you sigh, and he hears it, “if you don’t want to then I cancel it, it’s fine—“
“no, I will go.”
“really?!” you hear and you chuckle.
you hum, “yeah, I will trust your judgement.”
it hurts him just a bit that there was a chance you were going to be someone other than him, but he figures that if being someone else makes you happy then so be it.
he now sees that you are scanning the tables until your eyes land on him, and he feels his heart do a flip when he sees the relief that washes over your face. you walk towards his table, gently waving at him with a small smile and he thinks he might die from happiness.
he frantically stands up, his hand leaning on the table, “oh hey!”
“it’s been a long time—ah!” he feels his hand slip as he makes contact with floor harshly and is now on his knees, pulling the cloth on the table with him as it falls on his back and he thanks the god that there wasn’t anything on it.
“oh god! are you okay?” you ask, voice laced with concern, hand stretched out to help him which he takes.
his eyes are glued to the ground after he gets up and he doesn’t know whether he wants to scream because people are staring, or because he embarrassed himself in front of you, or that he is holding your hand.
instead, he laughs, “yeah, just my dignity is severely wounded now,” and his response makes you laugh in return.
for a moment, a smile is plastered on your faces before you both pull away, awkwardly chuckling and finally sitting down.
“sooo, how has life been since you graduated?” he attempts at striking a conversation, with a rather excited yet gentle tone.
you giggle at his excitement making a light red hue paint his cheeks, “things have been getting better these days! like yes, it gets tough sometimes but I am happy about it,” you laugh lightly, “and you? heard argentina had a blast when you got there.”
he leans back, slowly gaining the confidence to display his charm back, “oh please, do flatter me more.”
“looks like the great oikawa is as charming as ever!”
a genuine smile makes its way to his face before he continues his small theatric act, “of course! my charms are a part of the limited edition oikawa tooru package!”
“you’re back to visit japan, right?” you pause, “for how long?”
“maybe 2 weeks,” this conversation suddenly reminds him of the time when he announced his decision of traveling. back then, you were rather close. however, the both of you knew that it would be rather hard to stay in contact, specially considering the busy schedule you will have because of your universities.
so you let the world have its way and soon you and him weren’t talking anymore.
“I—“ you both start at the same time before going quiet, then speaking again at the same time, “you go first!”
an awkward small laugh leaves the two of you.
soon, your meals are served to you cutting the conversation, or at least the attempt one, off and you are first greeted by soup.
the aroma it lets out is pure heaven and you, coming here on an empty stomach, eagerly held your spoon and dove in.
“wait, y/n—“
quickly you drop the spoon to cover your mouth then reach your hand to get some water. the soup was hotter, a lot hotter than it seemed, “how are you still this clumsy?” you hear him muse while laughing and you grumble.
he ignores your glare and takes a spoonful of his soup that is rather colder than yours, humming in delight at the taste. lucky for him, karma is a bitch. for some reason, the new cloth on the table managed to stick to the band of his watch and is pulled with him, causing the contents of the bowls to spill all over the table.
he is left with his empty spoon, eyes wide, and absolutely speechless before he slams the table standing, “no more sitting in this damn restaurant!”
you don’t even have the time to reply before you’re pulled by the wrist outside, only hearing a faint, “sir?!” from the waiter.
you notice his touch is rather tender even in his hurried state and his hold is warm; you almost get lost in his touch, wanting more.
almost.
“oh, are you kidding me?!”
you hear oikawa yell, and your gaze snaps to his face, now soaked with water. his hair is damp and a pout is gracing his lips, face practically fuming, and you notice that you are pretty soaked as well.
it was raining, at 2pm in summer.
he lets go of your hand before he stomps while complaining, “honestly, if we were cursed then we wouldn’t even have THIS bad of a luck!”
it’s like a small child throwing a tantrum.
you see him holding his head as he kneels down, grumbling and mumbling about how embarrassing this is and how he hit the jackpot in bad dates.
you kneel down beside him, “am I considered part of the bad date?”
he looks at you like you’re crazy before he stand up once again, “heavens no! of course not!”
you follow suit while he continues talking.
“you’re literally the only good part of this day,” you guys start walking until you finally find shelter, “to be frank, I wanted to be able to woo you and make you swoon even on our first date.”
“but look,” then he signals at himself, “I look like a mess; I spilled the soup and fell today more times than iwa-chan has hit me.”
you giggle and he looks at you offended, “you’re laughing?!”
“it was actually quite entertaining for me,” he quirks an eyebrow and you continue, “seeing you lose your composure and stuff. it was pretty cute.”
you interject, “plus! it’s not like I don’t know you; we have known each other since middle school, jeez,” you wheeze at memory, “you act like I never saw you do things more embarrassing than this.”
“shut up! we don’t talk about!” oikawa huffs.
he rolls his eyes, letting out an aggressive, “hmph!” before retorting, “at least, you weren’t the one falling down and getting soup spilled all over your pretty date!”
soon, you slip on the slippery pavement and oikawa’s hand reaches yours in a hurry to catch you only to fall with you.
you deadpan, “you were saying?”
“I am so sorry—“ he stands up clumsily and helps you as well, and you guys are now holding hands, on the pavement, under a bus waiting stop, super soaked, and are both a mess.
he clears his throat before starting, “If you are okay with it, we could—like go on a second date? so we completely forget about this mess.”
“wouldn’t this date serve as a splendid memory?” you snicker and he flicks your forehead.
“I would rather you remember me with sweet things and being absolutely enamored by me.”
you nod, “sure, a second ‘first date’ it is then.”
“hush, if iwa asks about anything, just say it was amazing and will have a second date.”
you tilt your head, “and if he asks what happened?”
“just describe what will happen in our upcoming first date!”
you laugh, “when would that be?”
“tomorrow!” he falters a bit, “if you are free, I-I mean!”
“yeah, I am free!”
“good!”
“good!”
welp, this was awkward.
he looks at his feet for a moment, “do you want me to walk you home?”
“are you free to do that?”
he nods and you reply, “sure then.”
you feel his hand slowly inch towards yours, and you decide to just hold it; you catch him from the corner of your eyes, a small smile on his face.
bless iwaizumi the asshole and his big biceps.
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Starlight | UshiOi
CHARACTERS: Ushijima Wakatoshi X Oikawa Tooru CHAPTER COUNT: 1/1 WORD COUNT: 1,400+ GENRE: heist | rich people au | professional thief Oikawa | millionaire Ushijima | slight angst | sorta romance | m/m CONTENT WARNING: strong/mature language | stealing SPOILERS: n/a
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“You lying, cheating thief!” Ushijima rasped angrily. He was met with a blank look. If Oikawa was doing it to feign innocence, he couldn’t tell. The brunette just looked at him blankly, but in case he attempted to prevaricate, Ushijima was quick to add, “I know it was you, Tooru. Nobody else could have known where I put it, so don’t even try to get off the hook.”
Oikawa’s right brow twitched upward, a small inconspicuous gesture that screamed his defiance despite its discreetness. He said nothing and continued to stare at the olive-eyed male, his long legs crossed casually as he sipped on the drink Ushijima offered earlier. It was as if Oikawa did not hear a thing he said, not even the accusations which were otherwise hurtful under normal circumstances, but then Ushijima realized that his guest wasn’t even normal. He is Oikawa Tooru - genius extraordinaire, only heir to his father's conglomerate, but under all that, he was something no one expected him to be, someone of a darker nature.
“I trusted you,” Ushijima droned on, his tone taking a desperate lilt. “But you’re actually a thief. I have been entertaining a thief!”
His tirade was getting tedious, and Oikawa thought he owed it to him for guessing right that it was indeed him who stole the Ushijima clan’s prized possession. “The best in the world,” he said smugly, his lips curling at the sides. His chocolate eyes were still unrelentingly fixed on Ushijima, feeling no shame, not even when he was being confronted for his crimes. "And you, my sweet, are an easy target."
Ushijima paced on the floor, evidently losing his temper. “Where is it? I’m guessing you sold it to the highest bidder. And for what? What were you thinking falling into such a profession? Why are you even doing it?”
He did not understand at all. He hasn’t done anything to Oikawa for him to be motivated to steal the Starlight from him, but then again, it was the Starlight. Like its thief, it was just as extraordinary as far as heirlooms go. Anybody would want it, precisely why he had it in the first place. If it wasn’t that, he still did not understand the motivation behind it since Oikawa was twice as rich as he was and could afford to have most anything he wanted including the bejewelled necklace in question.
In the brown-haired male’s systematic manner, he answered every query thrown at him. “That, I cannot tell you, but you can be sure it’s still in my possession as of the moment. Only an insane lune would sell the Starlight to those who could actually afford it. As for the reason I stole it from you,” he straightened up on his seat, squaring his shoulders, his demeanor cold, “it’s nothing I could tell you, my dear Wakatoshi.”
The way Oikawa addressed him made him shiver in indignation. After all, Ushijima always insisted on Oikawa calling him by that name, but he never really complied being the playful little imp he was. If anger wouldn’t solve the issue, he was going to do everything just to get the jewels back.
He kneeled on the carpet, eyes imploring as he regarded Oikawa, his fingers gently brushing the latter’s porcelain skin. “Is this a disorder of some sort, Tooru? If you return the jewels to me, I’ll help you. That’s a promise, my love.”
Oikawa chuckled, looking positively evil. Ushijima found the need to inch back and straighten to his full height upon seeing that look on his face. He didn’t think Oikawa Tooru was capable of such expressions with his almost always happy if not smug demeanor.
“Why do people always assume that it’s a disorder? That’s an excuse I don’t need. The help you offer, that’s something I need even lesser, and if this is insanity, I do not care to be helped either.”
At that, Ushijima’s temper rose even higher. “But you can afford to acquire such treasures. Why don’t you just buy it?”
Oikawa tilted his head to the side in that manner which made every cell in Ushijima’s body to tingle as if they’re awakening to the call of a master he didn’t even know existed until he met the coffee-haired devil before him. “Where’s the thrill in that?”
“What?!”
Oikawa knew that Ushijima understood him perfectly, still he refused to believe it. Being born into privilege, things become trivial. Getting what one wants all the time made it less exciting to acquire things, even if they were as precious as his beloved Starlight. “Come now, Toshi, sweetheart. Think about it. This is beauty we are talking about, beauty that the earth itself yielded. To acquire such things, one must go through risks. Your kind desecrates the value and beauty of such things by equating it to money.”
“So, you just attend auctions to look for your next prospect?” he hissed, remembering the first time they met in Monte Carlo six months ago at the same auction where the Starlight was showcased.
“Why yes, of course, though I must say it is a disgrace to these entities of pure beauty. Call it an obsession, a kind of madness if you will, but personally, once I’ve set my eyes on something that I want, it is torture for me to let other people see it, touch it. I’d rather have it destroyed than have others witness its beauty, owned by others, or in this case, I simply hid it somewhere you can never find it.”
Oikawa grinned at him. “Don’t you think it adds more beauty to the Starlight now that its whereabouts is a mystery? No one knows who the current owner is or if there is actually an owner. It’s gone now and no one can ever know where it is. It’s even more beautiful now that it is the case. Isn’t it why you keep it in your silly little vault?”
“If you wanted it then you could have just told me.”
“Yes, you said you would give me anything, Wakatoshi, but then it would go against my principles. If I want something, I will get it, definitely, but not in the means that normal people would do so. I’d hate to put a price tag on these things, and I would definitely not lower its value by making it serve as a charity case offering.”
“Charity –” Ushijima was so appalled that he couldn’t continue what he was about to say, growing livid as he fixed his eyes on Oikawa, smoldering coals against the latter’s cool brown ones. “Do you really think I would give it to you out of charity? Tooru, I bared my soul to you…”
Oikawa sighed and stood up from the chair, striding towards the Ushijima leisurely, unafraid that he would come after him. “Now you know, but no matter how much I explain it to you, you will never understand. Another mystery in the grand scheme of things. Is it not beautiful?”
“Tooru!” He raised a finger towards the person in question. “Stop right there.”
Oikawa did pause under the lintel of the door, looking over his shoulder, his unspoken question loud and clear. He had nothing to do with Ushijima anymore and he was dismissing him just like that. As always, Oikawa played on his own terms without negotiating.
“Give it back to me.” Ushijima pleaded and Oikawa didn’t know whether he was asking for the jewels or the pieces of his obviously shattered heart, but he didn’t ask.
“And if I don’t?”
“Then I would have to turn you over to the authorities.” His tone was grim, but Oikawa was not moved at all.
“Do what you want. You know where to find me, my love.” He shrugged as if he had been in a state of tedium all along, but had it in him to backtrack and stand directly in front of Ushijima, gently reaching over to plant a kiss just at the side of his mouth. When Oikawa felt him responding by placing a hand on the small of his back, he grabbed Ushijima’s arm, shaking his head as he smiled evilly. It was just like him to keep baiting the other until he was begging for more, but he wasn’t about to give him anything.
Then, he leaned forward and whispered, “Your threats are empty and even if I told you that I did it, the law could only do so much. You have no physical evidence and I have no motive. We both know you won’t do it anyway.”
“Why is that?”
“Because you love me, silly.” With those words, Oikawa walked away, throwing his jacket over his shoulder and taking his time to leave.
The moment he was gone, Ushijima chuckled without humor, shaking his head as he drank the bourbon that Oikawa left. With a wicked grin adorning his face, he grabbed his car keys and walked out the door.
“I’m coming for you, you little devil. Just you wait.”
-end-
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h3yl4dies · 3 months
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𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒!!!
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Small message : I might make a part 2 about this, if I planned to make one then I will put the link down below of the part 2
Warnings ⚠ : a bit mentions of anxiety
Type : hcs (headcannons)
Pairing : tsukishima x reader, kageyama x reader, bokuto x reader, Dachi x reader, oikawa x reader
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✰ 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐄𝐈
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At first he would be a bit nervous since he never slept beside a girl
He would probably sleep at the edge so he would avoid touching you during the night
He would make sure your comfortable
He felt safe around you so he fell asleep well
He had a good sleep
Sometimes he would turn around to check on you slowly
If you suggest holding hands he would probably accept it but you could always feel his hand sweating a bit
If you suggest cuddles he will have a light pink blush on his cheeks, he probably.. Will allow cuddling???
Tsukishima isn't the type of guy who would suggest cuddling but if you want to cuddle with him, he wouldn't mind
✰ 𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐎
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Oh boy, he's a blushing mess!
his heart would nearly explode when you suggested sleeping together
His anxiety is KILLING him
Dear Lord save him he's gonna turn into a blushing reddened tomato the whole night
He couldn't even sleep the whole night
Would probably tremble and shake the whole bed
HE'S INSTANTLY SWEATING
When you suggested sleeping together, he acted tough and accepted it
But right now, he's melting apparently
If you suggest holding hands, he would FLINCH
Hold his hand? Be ready to feel hotness and sweat all over your hand
Cuddle? He's dead.
✰ 𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎
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Okay first of all.. He is not AFRAID to sleep with you
When you suggested sleeping with him, he would burst into happiness and gladly accept it
Would probably cuddle you first instead of you doing it
Holding hands and cuddling is his thing
BIG SPOON BIG SPOON 🚨
Also.. He snores.
Technically, it would be annoying trying to fall asleep when bokuto is snoring and you can't do anything to stop him from snoring
If your uncomfortable with him cuddling you then he will leave you alone with a small sad face (poor bokuto 😭)
But mostly, it feels safe and comfortable sleeping with him and cuddling with him
His body temperature is usually warm so if your cold, GET YOUR TEDDY BEAR TO WARM YOU!!!
✰ 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀
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For what I might say.. He's a gentleman
BIG gentleman
Your cold? He will share you his blanket
You hot? He will turn on the air conditioner!
Any problem can be solved by him so you do not have to worry
He really wants you to sleep comfortably so if you have any problems please tell him
Cuddles? Sure! Your welcomed to be cuddled by him!
Holding hands? No problem! He finds it cute and adorable to hold hands while sleeping together
HE'S A HUSBAND MATERIAL!!!!
Ilysm sm I am now jealous (please let me sleep with daichi next)
He wants to make you feel extremely comfortable and safe
So you might expect forehead kisses and neck kisses from him during the night
✰ 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐔
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Omfg he's so flirty
When you suggested sleeping with him, he was like "omgggg y/n chan really wants to sleep with her handsome boyfriend?!?!?! Of course I cannot resist!!! "
Has a HUGE ego
He would literally stare at you sleeping nearly the whole night omg 😭
Probably showed off to kageyama that he has a girlfriend and he doesn't 💀
Anyways back to the head cannons, I feel like his body temperature would be COLD
So if you feel cold, he can't help you with that butttt.. He has a lot of blankets
Literally 3 pillows and 4 blankets
Would try SO HARD to touch you and cuddle with you
He's touchy
When you sleep with him, he would always has a small smile while sleeping
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Anyways! That's all I hope y'all enjoyed reading and I am so so so sorry this was a bit short because this was a bit rushed and I had a hard time figuring new head cannons for it 😭
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