Reader:F Character:Tōru Oikawa Rating:E Summary: Summer rain, who didn’t like summer rain. The heavy drops against the window, the smell of summer revival. How green everything looked when the clouds cleared. Warning:Smut, Cunnilingus, Sensory Deprivation, Thunderstorms, Blindfolds. Ask Box: Open|Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign|Join me on Patreon
Summer rain, who didn’t like summer rain. The heavy drops against the window, the smell of summer revival. How green everything looked when the clouds cleared.
It seemed like summer rain was a universally loved experience, except for you. You hated summer rain, especially a summer thunderstorm. You woke up to the sight of a bright summer day, sun high in the sky, the heat of summer creeped through the house. But as morning turned to afternoon, the dark clouds loomed over the neighbourhood and suddenly there was a clap of thunder.
Like angels playing bowling, the sky rumbled. You tightened the light hoodie of Oikawa’s you were wearing. Oikawa didn’t mind the summer rain, he was in the kitchen per usual, making some lunch for the both of you while you sat on the couch.
Outside the large window in the living room was the swaying of branches, the darkening of the sky, and then the first heavy drops of the latest thunderstorm. You swallowed and tried to calm yourself down. Thunder and lightning gave you bad anxiety. the worry of being struck, branches breaking, the heavy wind sweeping you away. It was scary to say the least.
And when lightning crossed the sky in a flash, you jumped in your seat and let out a pained yelp. You heard the clattering of a knife in the kitchen and suddenly Oikawa was in the doorframe, wearing his old volleyball club t-shirt (that he was starting to outgrow) and athletic shorts.
You pulled the hood over your head and looked at him, “it’s getting scary out there.” The minimal light that was coming into the living room left a deep shadow on your face as Oikawa approached you.
He sat down beside you and pulled the hood off your head. There was another rumble of thunder and he held onto you. He kissed the top of your head like a true lover would.
“The rain can’t hurt you, not while I’m here.”
“It’s scary Tōru.” You mumbled, “I don’t know how to describe it, it’s just scary. I hate it.” You clutched onto him harder as lightning crossed the sky and the rain became heavier.
He rubbed your back for a few moments to settle you down. He then said, “Let’s go to the bedroom and relax until the storm is over. I have an idea of what to do to help you calm down and forget all about the storm.”
You asked, “What is it, Tōru?”
He smiled, “Well, it involves my tongue. You spread out for me, and your inability to hear or see the rain. Just focusing on me.” He touched your chin, “Would that help my precious little baby?”
You loosened your grip a little and blushed, even after years of dating and months of living together. The idea of something so erotic made you flustered, however you couldn’t be like that too long as there was another hard rumble of thunder and you were back to clutching your boyfriend.
He chuckled, “Hold on.” And then picked you up in his arms. Your legs wrapped around his toned waist, your arms over his shoulders. He carried you by your bottom and walked through the house towards the bedroom.
Once he got inside, he dropped you onto the bed carefully. He kissed you on the cheek and rubbed your other one gently, “There, there. I’m going to get what we need. You get undressed and hold onto the pillow if needed. I’m not going far.”
You whimpered, “Promise.” And then jolted when there was another clap of thunder. The sound of rain hitting the window.
“Promise on my life.” He smiled as he let go of you as walked towards the collection of “fun” toys in a box in the closet. He pulled out noise cancelling headphones and a silk blindfold. He stared at the items for a few moments, this should block out anything that could scare you.
He then watched you get undressed and hold onto Oikawa’s pillow, burying your head in the scent like he wasn’t in the other end of the room. He then approached you with slow movements, he smiled at you gently and you peeked your eyes over the pillow.
Thunder rumbled outside and you squeaked into the soft pillow as your legs laid spread out on the bed. You saw Oikawa’s gaze on you and you blinked at him as he reached the bed. He rounded to the side and ran his fingers through your hair.
“I promise, I’ll protect you from the storm. There is no need to ever worry about thunder or lightning hurting you.” He smiled as he motioned for you to lift your head to he could put the blindfold on. Once it was on you couldn’t see the flashes of lightning across the window. But the drums of thunder still left you tense.
It seemed he had to take the tension out of your body. He carefully moved the pillow down and then slipped on the noise cancelling headphones. Leaving you in total sensory deprivation, which sounded a lot worse than what he was actually doing.
He tapped two fingers on your midriff to signal your safe signal, two taps on that part of your body and he’d stop. From there he, got onto the bed and in between your bare thighs.
He massaged your thighs, feeling the thickness under his palms. Oikawa loved your thighs, from the size, to the stretch marks to even the hair that was on them. He kissed them gently, his kisses wet and loud but you could only feel them not hear them.
You still clung to the pillow as Oikawa pushed your pussy lips apart with one hooked finger. Exposing your sweet sex to him as he admired your beauty. He made a pleased noise to himself before he kissed the junction between your pussy and thigh, then trailed those kissed across your opening until he reached your clit.
He didn’t want to dive in unexpectedly, he worried about scaring you. You were hyper enough as it was because of the rain. Now you needed to simmer down and relax.
He started to lap at your clit and you made small noises that you could feel exit your mouth but couldn’t hear them escape. Your nails dug into the soft blue pillow as Oikawa smiled to himself. He went back to lapping at your pussy. He then slowly inserted the finger he was using to hold your pussy open. It was accompanied by another finger and then another once you were wet enough to accommodate for it.
You were sensitive in times like these, it felt like you were simply just a bundle of nerves that Oikawa could just play with. He heard you scratch at his pillow, the more he applied force to the movements of his fingers.
“My, my.” He said quietly, “What a beauty before me.” He said that to himself, but he hot breath made you want to rub your thighs together in want. But he kept them open with his free hand. He kissed and sucked at your clit, letting the bundle of nerves make lust run through you.
And as it thundered outside, you barely flinched. Your capacity to think was clouded by your lust and want for Oikawa rather than the terrifying feeling of crashes of lightning and rumbles of thunder.
He get go of your thigh and let your legs wrap around his head as he continued to lap at your clit and finger you full. He felt your wall contract around his digits and he groaned to himself. The rumble of his sounds made you feel over sensitive. You couldn’t hear your own noises or ragged breath as he continued to pleasure you.
Oikawa could feel his cock harden in his shorts but he’d deal with it later. As he noticed you visibly relax the more he pleasured you, your thighs wrapped around his hand as hot breath blushed against your clit.
He groaned as he now held onto both of your hips from the back and used his tongue to pleasure you, with light grazing of his teeth across one of your more sensitive areas.
You were panting, it was music to Oikawa’s ears as he gripped your thighs as he moved his tongue. It wasn’t long before you felt the tightness of your thighs around his head, messing his hair. Your clit was hard and he smirked to himself as he went in for the final stroke of his tongue.
You let out a loud gasp as there was a clash of thunder outside. You orgasmed in the dark room, the sun blocked out by storm clouds. Your gasp was followed by a breathless moan as pleasure shook you to the core.
As you started to relax, he smiled to himself as he carefully pulled your thighs away from his head. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he looked down at your aching cunt. He ran a careful finger across your lips and you tensed for a moment.
He pulled away and got up the bed, his cock pressed against his thigh as he crawled up to you slowly. He slowly took off the headphones and said quietly, “That’s my girl.”
“Tōru.” You said meekly, still blissed out from the experience. When he took of the blindfold, your beautiful eyes looked at him. Your cheeks were warmed with lust that made him smirk.
“Liked that? Are you more settle. I think that storm is starting to settle.” He looked out the window and saw the grey sky was a lighter shade of grey now. He looked back at you as you reached out for him.
You leaned up and kissed him on the lips passionately. You kiss lasted a few moments before Oikawa took the pillow out of your arms and laid down beside you. He took you in his arms and kissed the top of your head.
“Better?” He asked, “Do you think lunch is in order?”
You nodded, “Let’s just lay here until I can use my arms again to get dressed.” You said, still recovering from the lustful feeling in your gut.
The rain became lighter, the last remains of thunder gave their final growl and soon enough it would be the end of another summer thunderstorm. And you were still safe from the heavy droplets and the streaks of light across the sky.
IWAIZUMII IS SMILING SO PROUDLY OF HIS BB AND ALSO AHSJJSJSNS IM CRYING
SCREAAAMINGGGGG MY BOI MY BOI MY BOI ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY TODAY AND IM SO DAMN PROUD OF YOU OMGHSHABAB
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH I WAS SCREAMING AS I READ THIS AND IM CONVINCED THAT THE REASON WHY OIKAWA SHOWED UP TODAY ON THE LAST CHAP IS BECAUSE ITS FOR HIS BIRTHDAY AND WHJAJAVSHSHS (Im sorry for inconviniencing you I am an Oikawa stan)
Their reaction about the comment “…not being able to go to nationals” (Look at Yahaba ajha) AHAKAJA SWIJOH BOISS Also Hanamki’s hot man gwabanan
This cute OiHina panel wkwjwnw
THEYRE TEAM MATES?!?!?!?!??! I AM SHOOKETH SJJSKSJA TSUKKI
cw:hints at a past toxic/unhealthy relationship, might contain errors
wc:tbc
an:i wrote this half asleep
you‘ve dreaded for this moment to come.
you‘ve tried to drag it out for as long as you possibly could have. but one can only do so much when something, had already been written down on your faith book. all that dodging goes down the drain when his brown eyes look you up and down while he stands by the door way.
“hey.”
“oh,”
just by looking at him, you can feel all the memories hit you like a truck. all the things you‘ve done just to drag this moment for so long, falls straight to that hole, dragging you by your ankles.
“how‘re ya?” he smiles so sweetly as if he had not just broken your heart merely months ago, as if he hadn‘t ripped it into shreds right before your very eyes, speaking so casually as if he had not just left you there as a broken piece.
“what’re you doing here, oikawa?” you hate that you easily allowed him to walk into your life again just by ringing your doorbell. you hate how easy it is for him to walk back into your life and act so casually. you hate how easy it is for him to see your protective barriers dissolve into thin just because you saw him.
in short, you hate him.
“i just want to talk.” oh, there he goes again, seducing you with his tongue as he did before. those words of his, they fall so easily from his lips. whether he knows it or not, it surely makes an impact on you. an impact you wish would not sway you.
“i don‘t want to. goodbye.” is your stern reply before you shut the door out. there is no desire in you, nor does you brain allow you to talk to him. however your heart, it so deeply wants it, no matter how irrational it may seem.
and as if he had heard your heart‘s desire, he sets his foot between the frame and the shutter. his hand on the wooden door as he looks at you with his pleading brown eyes.
“please,” he pleads. you hate it. “i‘ve— i‘ve got no one else to walk to. you‘re the only one i‘ve got left. i— i can‘t hold it in anymore.”
you hate him.
you hate this situation.
you hate it all.
you hate it so much because you allow him to walk into your home with his face falling into the crook of his neck. you swallow thickly as you shut the door with your foot, feeling his tears fall unto your skin as his hands clutch your waist ever so tightly; like you‘d run away if he doesn‘t.
as you lead him to the kitchen with his sobs falling past his lips, you also feel your tears brim your eyes. all your efforts are gone, simple as that, within the blink of an eye, gone as if it had never existed in the first place. you tried so hard to move on. for months and months on end, actively distracting yourself so hard to get over him.
it was stupid of you to think you‘re actually over him when you know deep inside you‘d let him so easily walk back into your life like this.
“i can‘t do this anymore, (y/n)!” he cries. a bottle of wine in his hand as he curls himself on the corner. you wish to yell ’so can‘t i!’ at him as well, but you can‘t. if you do so, you feel like you‘d break your fragile heart even more.
time passes just like that. and now it‘s quarter past three. you‘re intoxicated, and so is he. he‘s a sobbing mess, and you‘re no better.
“c— can‘t we just go back to the way it was? before.. before it was all so complicated..?” he cries, looking at you with pleading eyes. with those words, you only feel more tears bleed from your eyes as your skin grows warmer.
“tooru—” you stutter, clenching your fists as you wrap your hands around yourself. “we- we can‘t keep doing this, okay? i— i can‘t be your friend, we— i— we‘ve just gone through so much! and i feel that if we become friends again, it would just through away everything we had had. everything we kept so sacredly would be nothing.”
“no! i— we can try again—!”
“no we can‘t!” you finally exclaim. fat tears are dripping harshly from your eyes as you put your hands on your head, clenching the roots of your hair tightly. “no matter how hard we fucking try it‘s never going to work out! the ending will always be the same because— for fuck sake— you and i were never meant to be in the first place!”
as much as it hurts you to say so, you have to say it. the truth hurts, and it always will.
“so please… don‘t make it harder than it already is. we can‘t keep doing this anymore, tooru.” you mumble through your sobs and he looks at you with his tears already down his neck, flowing harshly like a river.
silence wallows you both. only the sounds of tears, sniffles, and sobs echo throughout the room. the smell of heartbreak reeks harshly in the air, evading the once cool air, causing it to go stuffy.
“i guess— i guess we‘re never going to be it, huh?” he bitterly says to himself, looking at the ground as he swallows hard. “there really is no going anywhere with what he had, right?” he grits through his teeth, looking up and swallowing as he holds back the sobs stuck in his throat.
“tell me, did me showing up ruin things for you?” it seems like he has become sober, as if all the alcohol he had downed went out of his body. “because when i came here, i couldn‘t get a grip on myself. i wanted to maybe see, see if you would still take me in. i wore the things you like so that i‘d make even the slightest appeal. but i guess— i guess it won‘t do shit.” his voice falters with every line due to the emotions stuck on his throat.
you have no idea as to what you should say, because in truth, you‘re no better than he is. there is not a single bone in your body that‘s not telling you to run to back to him, but your mind seems to freeze your movements, saving you from the heartache.
“we- we never really went anywhere else, tooru.” you shakily sigh, looking down at him as you bite your lower lip. “so, we shouldn‘t be eachother‘s reason as to why we can‘t fall in love with someone else.”
you feel like dying as he nods, showing that he‘s agreeing. you don‘t want him to agree. no matter how much it hurt you and traumatized you to be with him, you can‘t just put him in the back of your head to be eventually forgotten.
“if— if this is then— let me— i—” he can‘t even comprehend a proper sentence. hands in his hair as he bawls his eyes out right there. you don‘t even notice it, when he runs up to you and hugs you so tightly. his hands are on your waist as he cries on to you, head above yours as he smells the familiar smell of your shampoo, hugging you tightly as he kisses your head. “i— i‘m sorry. we— i broke us off. i‘m sorry i broke your heart. but i can‘t let you go. my heart leads to you all the time, no matter where i am.”
“tooru—”
“but if me clinging unto you will hurt you more, then so be it.” he sadly whispers, giving you one last squeeze as he kisses your forehead lovingly, tears damping you up. “i won‘t drag this further. i‘ll set you free, set me in the past, and move on. i‘ll just take what i have left here so that you move on and forget about me.”
you can‘t even respond, unable to move as he walks past you, straight to your room. it breaks your heart worse, hearing him rummage through the closet you both once shared. it‘d been left untouched, you left it be. maybe because a part of you really hoped to let him back in. yet it with the turn of events, it won‘t happen anymore.
you stand there for as long as he finishes. he finally has everything he owns. the book you both read, the stuffed toy of him that he gave you, his highschool jersey that you loved so much, the shoes he owns that matches with yours, and lastly, the photo album you had made for him.
“i— i‘ve got it all.” he whispers, looking down as he clenches his full hands hard. “i‘m— going. i won‘t hurt you any longer.” his eyes never failed to meet yours as he speaks and he doesn‘t dare take a step towards you, in fear that if he does, then maybe he won‘t be able to leave after all.
“so maybe, this is goodbye.” he chuckles grimly with a forced smile, yet you cannot seem to return to him. not the chuckle. not the bitter smile. yet instead, the goodbye.
as the old saying goes, saying goodbye entails that you‘ll never see them ever again. you can‘t even bring yourself to speak as he walks away with a heavy heart, sobbing quietly before the door closes so loudly yet so quietly behind him. silence envelopes you as you fall to the ground before loud wails of heartbreak come from you.
now that he‘s gone, said his goodbye, he‘s no longer coming back, and now you‘ll be forced to let him stay merely in your memories.
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warnings: swearing, suggestive content (17+), college drinking, college partying, breakdown
genre: fluff (?), angst, best friends, aged up characters
word count: ~2k words
a/n:hello friends!! enjoy this glimpse into what’s going on in my life through fanfiction bc writing is how i cope :) im glad to be writing for the first time in forever ! [btw, yes, this is about the boy i was talking about on here <3 ] pls reblog and enjoy xx
“hey… you shouldn’t sleep on the floor.”
you nudged his shoulder, hoping to wake him up. he let out a small groan, causing you to chuckle. the soft music echoed throughout your dorm room, only he was too tired to notice. you patted him again. instead of getting up, he moved closer to you and rested his head in your lap.
warnings: swearing, suggestive content (17+), college drinking, college partying, breakdown
genre: fluff (?), angst, best friends, aged up characters
word count: ~2k words
a/n:hello friends!! enjoy this glimpse into what’s going on in my life through fanfiction bc writing is how i cope :) im glad to be writing for the first time in forever ! [btw, yes, this is about the boy i was talking about on here <3 ] pls reblog and enjoy xx
“hey… you shouldn’t sleep on the floor.”
you nudged his shoulder, hoping to wake him up. he let out a small groan, causing you to chuckle. the soft music echoed throughout your dorm room, only he was too tired to notice. you patted him again. instead of getting up, he moved closer to you and rested his head in your lap.
warnings: swearing, suggestive content (17+), college drinking, college partying, breakdown
genre: fluff (?), angst, best friends, aged up characters
word count: ~2k words
a/n:hello friends!! enjoy this glimpse into what’s going on in my life through fanfiction bc writing is how i cope :) im glad to be writing for the first time in forever ! [btw, yes, this is about the boy i was talking about on here <3 ] pls reblog and enjoy xx
“hey… you shouldn’t sleep on the floor.”
you nudged his shoulder, hoping to wake him up. he let out a small groan, causing you to chuckle. the soft music echoed throughout your dorm room, only he was too tired to notice. you patted him again. instead of getting up, he moved closer to you and rested his head in your lap.
you didn’t expect to be spending your friday night like this. you didn’t think your friday night would lead to this. yet, it did.
it started out as every innocent weekend does. you were just looking to have a good time. one of your good friends, bokuto kotaro, always seemed to have something going on in his room, so you decided to go there.
however, you didn’t go alone.
you went with your best friend.
oikawa tooru.
you first went to his room. oikawa opened the door with a dashing smile as he always did and let you inside. he handed you a water bottle.
“i already made you your mix,” he said.
“what a good friend you are.”
“the best, i know.”
the two of you made your way to bokuto’s dorm, already feeling the affects of your drink. you could hear the music from down the hall.
“yooo! we got y/n and tooru here!” shouted kuroo, bokuto’s roommate. you laughed and joined in on the fun.
you liked these little dorm parties. they were harmless. just a group of friends getting together. however, every time you went to one of those dorm parties, there seemed to be something in the air.
“take a shot y/n!” insisted makki. you smiled, taking the small glass and downing it.
“that’s my girl!” said oikawa, causing your face to grow warm.
“hey now you gotta take one,” you teased. oikawa smirked, pouring himself a shot and taking it as if it were water.
as the night progressed and people began to reach their limits, you found yourself snuggled up on a bean bag with your best friend.
your best friend whom you’ve liked since the day you met him.
you stared up at the ceiling, watching the l.e.d lights above you blur onto one color. you looked over your shoulder at oikawa, who was on the brink of passing out. you patted his chest.
“don’t fall asleep.”
oikawa opened his eyes and chuckled.
“im wide awake.”
you could finally feel some clarity as the alcohol was wearing off. you looked around the darkened room as your friends held back each other’s hair and people were passed out on the futon. you looked at oikawa.
“we should go.”
you wobbled your way to the elevator, holding oikawa’s hand as you went in. he was practically begging for your attention. you clicked the button back to your floor, where he also lived.
you couldn’t just leave him like this. his roommate wouldn’t help him and you knew he’d be a wreck all alone. so, you led him to your room instead.
your roommate went home every weekend. you honestly liked having the room to yourself. it made situations like this easier.
and that led you to where you were now. sitting on your bedroom floor as he slept besides you. his soft breathing tickled your thighs. you ran your fingers through his brown hair, something you never thought would happen out of a platonic context. was all this platonic? you didn’t know. you soon would.
tooru shifted closer to you, nestling into your lap. you felt his hands snake under your shorts as he played with your underwear. you sighed.
the two of you laid there for hours it seemed. he was fast asleep while you pondered what was happening. he had to have known what he was doing.
suddenly, tooru got up and stretched out his arms. you looked at him with widened eyes. he yawned.
“your bed is probably way more comfortable than the floor.”
oikawa made his way to your bed, climbing up and getting under the covers as if he owned it. you took a deep breath and got into bed with him.
“hey,”you whispered. oikawa looked at you and gave you a tired smile.
“hey pretty girl.”
you felt your stomach clench at his words. why did he have to say that. you gulped.
“tooru i…i like you,” you whispered. oikawa sat up, placing his hand on your cheek.
“really?”
“yes really. i like you,” you admitted. oikawa leaned in a bit closer to you, making your heart flutter.
“okay.”
oikawa pulled you towards him into a kiss. you had been waiting for this moment, so what else were you to do but kiss him back. kiss him like your life depended on it. you kissed him and everything felt perfect. like this was how things were supposed to be.
you stared into his eyes. his eyes that seem to encapsulate every reason why you liked him so much. so much more than just as your best friend. you memorized every sound he made and how he made you feel. you memorized every word he said and how you believed them to be true. as you dug your nails into his soft skin, you couldn’t help but realize how beautiful he was. you wondered if he thought you were beautiful in this moment too.
you pulled the covers over your bare body and snuggled into his chest. as the two of you caught your breath and he turned off the lights, you thought what could happen next. what will come of this night? certainly you couldn’t stay best friends now. there was something there. there had to be something between you two, or so you hoped.
~
you asked to talk to him. he asked why. you said you just thought it was best to speak in person. he said okay.
you made your way to his room, just as you had a million times before. why was this time different?
“hey,” he said. you smiled, letting yourself in. you sat down on his couch, fiddling with the sleeves of your sweater.
“so what’s up?”
you took a deep breath.
“i just wanted to talk and see where your head is at since…um…these last two weeks have been kinda weird,” you explained. oikawa chuckled.
“i kinda figured that’s what you wanted to talk about.”
two weeks. this has been going on for two weeks. staying in his room, sending flirty texts, confessing how much you missed him when he would leave. and he played along. for two weeks.
“look, y/n, i like you and you’re one hundred percent my type,” he began, “but, im just not in the place for a relationship right now. i think we should just stay friends. but hey, if anything happens in the future that’s cool too.”
you nodded at every word he said, even though it went in one ear and out the other. once you finally realized what he had said, you felt your heart crack.
but you couldn’t let him know that.
“right. that’s for the best.”
oikawa smiled and patted you on the back.
“i knew you’d understand. wanna watch a movie?”
~
it was another friday night, except this time you were alone. you laid in your bed, alone. he was just down the hall. you could go and see him. you missed him, and he was only a couple hundred feet away. what you wanted was for him to just hold you. not platonically.
you got up from your bed and walked over to his room. it was normal for you to come over unannounced. you were best friends after all.
you gave his door your signature knock and waited for his response.
“oh hey,” he smiled.
“can i come in?”
“of course”
as the credits of the movies rolled, you couldn’t help but look over at tooru every few seconds just to check if he was looking at you too.
he was.
oikawa moved closer to you on the couch, wrapping his arm around you. you slowly made eye contact with him and as he shot you that look, you knew what was happening next.
his lips felt like a cloud, his kisses a dream. everytime you tried to back away, he drew you back in. he was always drawing you back in.
“w-wait-“ you insisted. oikawa gave you a confused look.
“everything okay?”
“tooru…i thought you wanted to be just friends.”
“i do.”
“then why are we doing this?”
oikawa scratched the back of his head, chuckling nervously.
“come on y/n…all this is just friendly.”
you felt your heart crack again.
“what?”
oikawa gave you a pat on the back.
“it’s just platonic.”
you stared at him for at least two minutes. blank expression. you got up from the couch and began to pace back and forth.
“uh y/n-“
“so you like me, but not enough to date me, and you think everything we’ve been doing has just been out of friendship?” you shouted. tooru’s face was now blank.
“look y/n-“
“you have been toying with me for weeks, tooru! and i let you! you know why?”
“w-why-“
“because im fucking in love with you! oh my god tooru im in love with you and you treat me like shit!” you screamed. your anger turned to sadness as you felt tears roll down your cheek. oikawa got up and stood in front of you.
“y/n you have to know i never meant to hurt you. i just wasn’t thinking and i didn’t expect this to happen the way it did…like i didn’t even know you liked me-“
“how! how did you not know? i even told you!”
“well i didn’t think you were so serious…”
you looked into those dark brown eyes, something you used to love to do. now, you looked into his eyes and saw yourself. a crying mess in front of him.
“why don’t you love me?” you pleaded. oikawa sighed.
“you know i care about you y/n. you’re my best friend and i can’t lose you. but i just can’t give you what you want. i’m sorry.”
your heart finally broke.
he wasn’t sorry. you didn’t believe him. you wanted him to lie. fake being in love with you because you were so in love with him. so in love it drove you insane.
“im gonna go.”
“y/n don’t go-“
“tooru, i need a minute. please.”
oikawa grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him. your red eyes stared him down.
“come in y/n. you’re my best friend. you can’t be mad at me, right?”
you trembled in his grasp. you couldn’t stop crying. you felt like a fool.
“no, i can’t. unfortunately im too in love with you to hate you.”
you broke away from tooru and walked out the door.
~
it was excruciating.
the pain.
you didn’t even date him. why on earth did it hurt so bad? it was so much worse than anything you had felt before.
you gripped into your pillow, sobbing until the fabric would change color. before, when you were sad, you would go to tooru. now, he was the reason why you were sad. so you had no where to go. you couldn’t avoid him. after all, he lived just a few doors down and he still technically was your best friend. you had no choice but to fake it. fake that you were fine when he asked to study or grab lunch. fake this feeling of happiness to mask your heartbreak. all for him.
everything that happened was meaningless.
it was meaningless in the way you wanted it to be. it meant everything to you and nothing to him.
So I found this absolute banger in my YouTube recommendations, “ as the world caves in” by Matt Maltese, and since this is my life for now, I thought it would be kinda cool to write some angsty Nuclear Apocalypse!Haikyu headcanons for the ships. So this time I present fresh, spicy, radioactive trash.
Imagine they’re just in school, all of the boys are just going about their days when the notification hits, this life will mean nothing in about eight minutes.
Daichi and Suga
Daichi is the one who cries surprisingly. Panicked, hot tears as he looks frantically through the crowded halls, when they find each other, Suga merely gives him a watery smile, the acceptance in his eyes making Daichi sob harder. They go to the club room, because they know they won’t have time to make it home, and there they lay, wrapped around each other, as Suga traces patterns on Daichi’s back
Asahi and Noya
Noya’s first thought is actually of Asahi, he’s up and out of his seat before anyone else even thinks to move, he finds Asahi in the closet where they fought that one time, and he can honestly say he doesn’t mind dying if it means he can catch Asahi’s glass heart one last time. So he’s shocked when Asahi catches his too, when the older boy reaches his warm hand up and wipes away Noya’s tears instead of his own. He finds himself sobbing then, because he thinks he could’ve loved Asahi for a long time, if he’d ever been given the chance.
Tanaka and Ennoshita
Ennoshita bumps into Tanaka on his way to find a hiding place. It’s not necessarily anything but kindness when Tanaka grabs his hand, and they silently agree to die together so they don’t have to do it alone. They lay under some desks in the back of an abandoned classroom, and Tanaka talks about his child hood and Saeko, and Noya all while Ennoshita rubs circles on Tanaka’s open palm. This isn’t a bad way to die at all, Tanaka finds himself thinking when he finally grows quiet enough to really look at Ennoshita.
Tsukishima and Yamaguchi
They were in the same class when the notification sounded, and while everyone ran, they stayed seated. Kei thought vaguely of Akiteru, but he had the one person he really needed right in the same room. The feeling was clearly mutual, the two didn’t say a word, they simply laced their fingers together and waited for the world to end like they did everything else, together. It was all very calm until Yamaguchi heard sniveling from next to him, and turned to see a distraught Kei. Kei wrapped his long arms and only managed to get two words out before the world imploded around them, “Gomen, Tadashi.”
Kageyama and Hinata
Hinata is a mess, of epic proportions, and normally Kageyama would tell him to stop carrying on, but he can’t, because Shoyou has every right to be a mess. He should be too. But he can’t be, because he needs to keep it together, for Hinata. Hinata, who is currently screaming about Natsu and his mother, about how he can’t get to them. This goes beyond volleyball, his wails shake Tobio to his core because they are filled with not just soul bending grief, but guilt and frustration, as well. Finally, out of a love he hadn’t realized yet, he pulled his tiny giant into his lap and held him close to his chest while he shook. “R-Remember what I said, Shou? With me you are invincible. And you’re with me, so everything will be okay.” They both know he’s lying, but it quiets Hinata down, and they cling to each other until the world ends, and even after that.
Yachi and Kiyoko
Yachi almost dies in the hallway, trampled by her panicked peers, when Kiyoko pulls her up, and they sit on the bench in the desolate gym, Yachi playing with Kiyoko’s hair while Kiyoko swipes at Yachi’s bloody nose. Yachi kisses her gently on the lips, because she has bigger things than rejection to fear in the last few minutes of her life. Kiyoko merely smiles and pulls the girl in again, and that’s the best way to die, they’re sure of it.
Kunimi and Kindaichi
Kindaichi has never seen Kunimi show any sort of emotion off the court, so he immediately forgets his own tears when he notices the seemingly apathetic boy sobbing in the desk next to him. Great, silent sobs escape Kunimi despite his best efforts and Kindaichi’s stupid confused expression only seems to make it worse until he musters up all of his courage and decides not to die alone, and grabs Kunimi’s hand. Kunimi then shocks both of them as he leans his head into Kindaichi’s chest, after a moment, Kindaichi wraps his arms around Kunimi, and they think about all of the things that could’ve happened, if only this one massive thing had never happened.
Yahab and Kyoutani
Yahaba ran to the Aoba Johsai gym for some odd form of shelter originally, but nearly turned away the moment he saw Kyoutani punching the walls, enduring angry sobs. But the world was ending, and Yahaba was too afraid of other things to be afraid of Kyoutani, so he grabbed Kyoutani’s wrist, and pulled his bloodied fist closer to his own mouth, and pressed a soft kiss to the Mad Dog’s knuckles. They shared a meaningful look and then simply sat together, fingers interlocked, and tears flowing freely.
Iwaizumi and Oikawa
They’re in the same class as well, Oikawa is talking with some of his admirers, but when the alarm sounds, all he sees then is Iwaizumi. That’s how it was always going to be with them, in the end, they both only really saw each other. Then Oikawa thought of Takeru, dying with a bunch of strangers in a little classroom, and promptly threw up, all over his desk. The girls who hadn’t already run were certainly on their way out now as Iwa pulled Oikawa into his arms. He let’s out a watery chuckle as he wipes Oikawa’s normally perfect face and says, “You know I would’ve married you someday, right? That I would’ve spent my life giving you my everything?” Oikawa cries then, and together they mourn the loss of the future they would’ve had and their story ends the way it started, with each other.
Kuroo and Kenma
Kuroo finds Kenma, wide eyed and shivering in a corner of the Nekoma hallway, he pulls his ingenious setter away from the crowd and outside onto steps they had sat on many times together. He tucks Kenma’s hair behind his ear and freezes in shock when the small boy simply grabs Kuroo and pulls him into a melancholic kiss. “ I just thought you should know.” Tears are rolling down Kenma’s cheeks now and Kuroo is sobbing because not only did Kenma just kiss him, but he’d never have time to do it nearly as much as he wanted to. Making the best of the worst, Kuroo leaned in again, he wouldn’t let Kenma die feeling anything but loved.
Lev and Yaku
The giant Russian didn’t mean to find Yaku, it just sort of happened, and then he went into protector mode (even though Yaku could take care of himself just fine, thank you very much) and picked Yaku right up, running through the people in the hallway with ease while Yaku screamed in his arms. Lev stops when they reach the Nekoma locker rooms, and the moment his feet touch the ground, Yaku is screaming at Lev as Lev slides down the lockers and onto the floor, tears rolling down his cheeks. Yaku is still yelling when Lev interrupts him with a sharp “I love you”, that shuts the Libero right up. After a moment he simply mumbles “ alright then” and proceeds to climb right into Lev’s lap. They sit like that, Yaku’s face hidden in Lev’s neck and Lev’s arms wrapped around Yaku’s waist, right until the world ends. Yaku pauses at the last second to whisper something that sounded suspiciously like “I love you too” in Lev’s ear.
Bokuto and Akaashi
Bokuto F R E A K S out, and Akaashi can’t really explain it, but it’s like he can feel Bokuto freaking out, like he can feel Bokuto needing him. He finds the Ace curled up in the corner of the boys bathroom, and pulls him into his arms, laying on the filthy floor with the broken boy he had come to love so much. Bokuto kisses him softly, and it tastes like salt because Bokuto isn’t the only one crying. Akaashi draws soft circle patterns on Bokuto’s arms while Bokuto runs his fingers through Akaashi’s hair. They’re calm now that they know they’ll go together.
Ushijima and Tendo
Tendo fully expects to go alone, whether it was in eight minutes or eight years he just assumed he would endure whatever happened to him by himself. What he doesn’t expect is Ushijima asking him oh so politely if he would grant him the honor of dying with him. Well with a stunning proposal like that, how could he do anything but pull Ushijima into his hiding place with him? They simply talk in hushed tones about silly things until the last few minutes when Tendo leans over and presses a gentle kiss to Ushijima’s forehead. They hug then, and just like that, Tendo was happy, really happy, for the first-and last- time in his life.
Haikyuu!!Hunger Games AU could be sick tho! This has totally been done but I rewatched the movies and I had so many ideas! None of yall asked so like all of my posts here!!is!!!trash!!!
Also I’m not obeying any of the cannon rules about one male and one female tribute.
TW: Depression and mentions of death
Ushijima is district one, he’s never given much thought to anything but the games, and he’s a favorite to win. It’s all he’s ever known, and it’s really just sad, because he’s actually a really nice, simple guy.
But the other district one tribute is equally as sad but twice as eager. Goshiki volunteers wayyyyy too young and waay too impulsively. He’s a slave to his own courage and desire to prove himself, and he knows his eagerness has killed him the moment he leaves for the capitol with Ushijima.
Bokuto is district two, he volunteers too, because winning means everything and right now he’s got nothing to lose. Wouldn’t it suck if he fell in love with someone during the games…hmmmm
Daichi is reaped , despite being from two he did not volunteer for this, nor would he wish it on his worst enemy. He knows he will die but he’s going to try anyway, he’s only looking out for himself, until he meets his mentor. A damaged, beautifully kind boy with silver hair.
Tsukki is from three, he doesn’t cry when they call his name, he squares his shoulders and drops Yamaguchi’s hand, certain that will be the last time he ever holds it
That is until they call Yachi’s name next and the anxiety riddled Yamaguchi screams until he is beside Tsukki, dying in Yachi’s place. Tsukki cries then. At least they will die together.
Flashy Oikawa Tooru is reminiscent of Finnick Odair, beautiful, young, and charming. But he’s not just pretty, oh no boys, he’s also lethal. Everything was perfect, he volunteered right away, the first tribute for district Four. Then they pulled Takeru’s name next.
The twelve year old stuck his little chin up, standing beside his uncle, pale as if he might faint, and all hopes of winning left Oikawa, now all he could hope for was Takeru, he would have to protect Takeru because it was too late to volunteer for him
People think a twelve year old has been reaped from five when sixteen year old Nishinoya is called, but it becomes clear by the litany of swear words the boy hisses on his way to the stage that he is no child.
A child comes after him though, Kageyama is only fourteen, all sad eyes and pretty skin. He’s a favorite the moment he takes his place next to Noya. He’s lost his whole family to the games, and instead of planning to win like the rest of them, he simply wants to take his place beside them, until a certain orange monster gets in his way.
It’s silent when they call Kenma’s name in district six, until he locks eyes with Kuroo in who is sitting in the previous victor’s section, that’s when Kuroo starts to scream, panic filling his lungs as his best friend is doomed to a fate he had just barely survived. He knew Kenma wouldn’t make it, and Kenma knew it too.
No one in six screamed when Yahaba was called next, he didn’t expect anything anyway.
In district seven, Hinata refused to cry, despite everyone’s pitying looks. He would prove them all wrong, and if not he’s going to die in a way that brings honor to his family, in a way that Natsu can be proud of. He just needs to find a worthy ally…someone he could die or even survive with for a while at least.
Fresh from his work in the woods, barely old enough to be working in the first place, Lev is chosen and it’s really sad because he had so much potential in district seven…oh well guess there wouldn’t be a victor in seven this year
Tanaka is pulled from Saeko’s arms and thrust onto the stage in district eight, all while she continues to sob for her brother. It’s all terribly unfair but Tanaka promises to do whatever he can to win
Beside Tanaka stands Ennoshita, a shaking boy unaware of his own strength Tanaka has barely spoken to, but will begin to know much more…intimately soon. After all, they’re going to die together
In nine, kunimi looks sleepily at the crowd, he didn’t know the apathy that had followed him all his life would also follow him into the games
Yaku tries to put on a brave face under the harsh glare of the capitol lights, but his tears fall too freely for his own liking, he knew the second his name was called that he was going to die.
Ten is mournful as Atsumu and Osamu stand side by side, their days now numbered much to the sorrow of their family
District Eleven sees Hanamaki sobbing as Mattsukawa makes his way toward the stage, no one blinks, it’s just another relationship torn apart by the games
Mattsukawa ruffles Kindaichi’s hair as the boy cries, fear evident in every feature of his young face. At least he’d have someone to hold his hands when things got scary
Twelve is exactly how it’s always been, Iwaizumi has put his name in the bowl so many times that he only sighs and clenches his teeth as he makes his way to the stage. At least he would get a break from the constant state of hunger that came with living in twelve.
No one is even sad to see Kyoutani go, except ironically, Iwaizumi. Iwaizumi taught Kyoutani how to survive, it was a heartbreaking shame to see the closest thing he had to a legacy die beside him.
Capitol People
Satori hosts the interviews, but he’s mischievous, tricky, you can’t really tell what side he’s on for sure. But you can tell he has a favorite tribute, buff and handsome Ushijima can’t resist Satori
Asahi is a fashion designer who falls in love with his tribute, Yuu, he gets caught and punished for it, it’s very tragic
Akaashi is the head game maker. He’s so logical that you could almost miss the insanity in him. Almost. He has chosen who the victor will be, Bokuto.
Ukai is sort of like Haymitch
Takeda is reminiscent of Effie
Kiyoko is a past victor from eight, now the Capitol’s golden girl
Haikyuu ships in Quarantine because I am OBsEssEd! These are my main ships, sorry if they don’t vibe with yall.
Kagehina: Fighting one moment, violently making out the next. Tried to play volleyball in the house because they don’t understand that stay at home doesn’t mean you can’t go outside at all. They broke everything. Kageyama’s new hobby is playing with Hinata’s hair while they watch old volleyball games.
Tsukkiyama: Ah! These two are soft! Tsukki and Yams cuddle so much! It’s a lot of soft music, low lights, and books. They’re a lot smarter than Hinata and Kageyama and they go for walks and practice in the mornings. Yams cooks a lot, and Tsukki puts little braids in his hair while they watch movies and talk about their lives.
Asanoya: why??? is noya???? the calm one now??!?! Asahi is losing his mind, the anxiety of watching the whole world go to pieces has him in a constant state of terror. Noya bans the news, he distracts Asahi with kisses and arts and crafts and other stuff
Daisuga: Suga goes full crackhead! “No responsibility, let’s dye my hair and eat our weight in ice cream! Daichi, I miss our kouhai!” Daichi keeps Suga’s impulses under control for the most part, but he does help Suga color his hair a dusky pink, and winds up LOVING it and Suga even more.
IwaiOi: “Iwachan~lets watch conspiracies!” Oikawa is soft, his hair is damp and he smells like his lavender body wash, Iwaizumi will never say it out loud, but this is his favorite Tooru. In the end, he doesn’t need to say it, Oikawa knows it when Iwaizumi pulls him into his lap as Oiks hits play on a Shane Dawson video.
Kuroken: they literally play video games for the first week until kenma of all people finally calls it off and after a trip to the store kuroo is helping kenma rebleach his hair, he likes washing Kenma’s hair too much, almost as much as kenma likes him washing his hair
Bokuaka: Bokuto learns how to knit, Akaashi is slightly embarrassed but he wears the terrible hole infested socks and barely together sweaters his boyfriend worked so hard on anyway. He himself passes the time by actually doing his homework unlike almost everybody else.
Kyoutani/Yahaba: Their whole quarantine is NSFW with brief intermissions to hydrate and eat. Oikawa once had to hang up a video call and try to forget the trauma of what he had seen. Also Yahaba has not stopped bumping Lana Del Rey’s entire discography since all of this started, that and a copious amount of wine and kyoutani calm his nerves.
LevYaku: this is cute, yaku just spends the whole time rubbing his giant russian’s back and watching Tiger King, Lev sleeps with his head in Yaku’s lap and learns how to bake until he almost burns down the house and then yaku takes over.
Ukatake: these two aren’t together yet but they will be by the end of this quarantine. Takeda moves in with ukai for the quarantine when Ukai mentions that he has nothing but beer, microwaveable corndogs, and cigarettes in his house. Takeda buys good food and Ukai falls in love with soft Takeda while they get beer drunk for two weeks straight.
Haikyuu battle of the bands!!! This is stupid but I’m a choir kid and I really love music so I had to imagine this one. I’m sorry this is really self indulgent but I dunno I hadn’t seen it yet and I’m a sucker for mood music so yeah feel free to ignore this I get it.
TW: suicide, drugs and scary music ahead.
Tsukki, Yams, Hinata, and Kenma have a band that freaking destroys the indie grunge garage rock genre, they all grew up sad and messy. They sound a bit like mcafferty or the front bottoms and maybe cavetown when yams takes over more
Bottom-Mcafferty (yams and tsukki doing this one together is kind of so good)
Twins Size Matress-The Front Bottoms (I’m basic I know)
Lemon Boy-Cavetown (Ah if this ain’t Yams about Tsukki)
Tsukki is a lead singer and nothing will change my mind, he can write and sing in that grunge way, it’s hot. He’s got a very cool detached vibe, and guys and girls alike are thirstin but none of them ever come to anything. He’s got an eye for his little back up singer with the green hair
Yams is the back up singer, and also a base guitarist and he’s kind of iconic, Tsukki has never needed anyone else, it’s been him and Yams since they were kids, and it’s been that way for a reason, Yams is almost a better lyricist than Tsukki
Hinata is their little guitarist and he’s literally king of those jaw dropping garage rock guitar shreds at live shows and god he’s really broken in this AU but he’s still extremely sunny, he just has a lot of trauma in his past
Kenma hits the drums, and writes a lot of the lyrics, he can also sing very high harmonies, so he’ll occasionally chip in on those
Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Kuroo, and Kyoutani have a freaking sick rock band, like I’m talking guitar shreds, eyeliner, screaming vocals ahhhhh I love it so much. They’re literally adored and they fall just on the edge of hard but not too hard. They sound a bit like Breaking Benjamin, Foo Fighters, and a little bit of Three Days Grace
Diary of Jane-Breaking Benjamin
Best of You-Foo Fighters
World So Cold-Three Days Grace
Kuroo is the lead singer, very mid 2000s rock sound, raspy screaming, deep lyrics, sad eyes and beautiful hair. Drinks a lot, everyone loves him but him, wishes he were dead like a lot.
Bokuto plays guitar and just wants his friend to be okay , he seems very strong spirited and happy on stage but he has a habit of making a complete turn, and struggles with bipolar disorder on his own
Iwaizumi is a silent, brooding guitarist and probably lowkey the hottest member of the whole band, he shreds and him and bokuto shred back and forth at live shows its crazy
Kyoutani is a drummer with heavy dark make up and terrifying eyes, he’s the classic vision of rock and roll and god help him he has so many parents who h a t e him.
Asahi, Daichi, and Kiyoko are amazing. They vibe with a more indie pop sound, with soft piano chords and deep female vocals, reminiscent of Florence+the Machine, Of Monsters and Men, Vancouver Sleep Clinic, and Bon Iver.
Over the Love-Florence and the Machine (Imagining kiyoko with a voice like this is such a trip)
Dirty Paws-Of Monters and Men
Lung- Vancouver Sleep Clinic ( the anxiety in this song gives me Asahi vibes)
Blood Bank-Bon Iver (daichiiiiii)
None of them have set places in this group, they’re extremely mutable and that’s what makes them so special everyone loves that the vibes stay the same even though the voices are constantly switching
Oikawa, Yahaba, Hanamaki, and Mattsukawa are reminiscent of Harry Styles, One Republic, and Coldplay. They write slow sad alternative pop music to cry to bc Oikawa is an aesthetically pleasing sad boy.
Girl Crush Cover-Harry Styles (Oiks being gay and sad in a floral suit KILLS ME)
All Fall Down-One Republic
Violet Hill-Coldplay
Oikawa has an incredible voice that he didn’t come by naturally, and the fact that he had to practice makes him all the more likeable. His stage presence is nuts, and he cries like a lot.
Yahaba is an adorable little keyboard player with soft eyes and a really nice harmony with Oikawa
Hanamaki strums soft sad strings
Mattsukawa keeps a steady melancholic beat
Suga, Noya, Tanaka, and Ennoshita are modern rock in a nutshell, and god do they know how to make you angry and heartbroken all at once. They release music in the vein of Badflower, Boston Manor, and The Plot in You.
24-Badflower
Halo-Boston Manor
The Plot in You- Feel Nothing
Suga is the lead singer and his on stage emotion is crazy he’s an emotional wreck, practically screaming S A V E M E, he’s obviously on a lot of substances and victim of crippling low self worth. He cries on really bad nights, his voice is incredible but he’s losing himself to the heartbreak. Suga writes almost all of the lyrics.
Noya and Tanaka party all the time to cover up the fact that the both of them feel alone in rooms full of people, to hide the fact that they need saving too. Tanaka is guitar, Noya is drums.
Ennoshita is a guitarist as well, and he’s probably the only one keeping all of his bandmates from dying. The pressure is a lot for him.
Yachi is an unhinged curveball, you’d think she sings cute pop songs, but nah, that girl is straight up nuts. Screaming, vulgar, chaos is how you’d describe her music. She’s been repressed her who look e life and it SHOWS.
I Hate My Mom-GRLwood
Mumble rap is a controversial genre to say the least, but I can’t deny that I love it and could see a few of the more spooky or apathetic volleyball boys partaking, especially Tendo and surprisingly, Kunimi. They’d sound somewhat like Ghostemane, $uicidBoy$, and Sueco the Child.
Nihil- Ghostemane (tendo style)
Sold my soul to satan waiting in line at the mall- $uicideBoy$ (together)
Novacane:)-Sueco the Child(Kunimi vibes)
Tendo is scary af which really lends itself to the whole terrifying music style and stage presence he has. His music is dark seductive dissonance as is he.
Kunimi has suffered in a constant state of pure apathy and sorrow his whole life, this lends itself to the whole $uicide theme he’s got going.
This has probably been done before but I’m going through an obsession and I have so many thoughts about this so I had to do my take on it! So like a trashy Harry Potter!Haikyuu AU that no one needs but me…
A lot of people think Yamaguchi is a Hufflepuff and that makes sense and its REALLY cute, but gryffindor Yams has my whole heart! Everyone is confused as to why the gentle boy is there at first, but he soon proves to be one of the bravest Gryffindors when he shows a pension for self sacrifice and impulsive courage, especially when it comes to Tsukki
Tsukki is a ravenclaw, there’s just no way around it, he could do well in Slytherin but when the sorting hat mentions this to him, eleven year old tsukki shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly and says “they’re kind of lame” , he meets Yams the next day and he’ll never tell anyone this, but he actually stopped thinking for the first time in his life the moment he saw him
HINATA COULD BE GREAT IN SLYTHERIN!!1 I know he seems like a dead ringer for Gryffindor, but imagine him being desperate for Slytherine because that is where his hero, the famous quidditch star referred to as the “tiny giant”, was. Not to mention he has such an endless amount of determination, despite the odds being against him, he really just wants to be great and sLYTHERIN WILL HELP HIM ON THE WAY TO GREATNESS!
Kageyama is also in Slytherin which isn’t a surprise at all, but Hinata discovers something very surprising during their fifth year when Kageyama drinks too much fire whiskey and let’s it slip that the hat almost placed him in-hufflepuff, it’s his greatest shame. Hinata thinks it’s awesome! This amazing boy is cunning and determined but he’s also secretly very kind and hardworking! He wont admit it, but he falls a little in love with him.
Yachi is hufflepuff and I love her so much she smells like flowers and busts down in the green house everyday!
Tanaka is gryffindor, he and Noya are veryyy reminiscent of a certain pair of ginger twins that once caused mischief among the halls of hogwarts much like they do
Noya is a Gryffindor as well, and he loves three things, Tanaka, Quidditch, and his future husband, Asahi
Ennoshita is a sweet ravenclaw who is a surprisingly strong tenor in the ravenclaw choir
Ah! Asahi is a Hufflepuff Prefect and he wears his hair down a lot and he radiates this warmth and it’s just so wholesome its nuts. He will marry Noya one day, he just seems to be the only one who doesn’t know it at this point, but from the piggy back rides to the soft smiles, it’s pretty clear where his affections lie.
Suga is really fun because he’s hard to sort, they call it a Hatsall, when even the hat is a bit stumped. He’s smart, kind, sneaky, and chivalrous, so the hat let’s him chose. After much deliberation he winds up in green, a slytherin prefect, and it’s a good thing, because hinata and kageyama should never be left unsupervised
Daichi is a Gryffindor, and head boy which is also good because Noya and Tanaka are a lot, and need almost constant supervision as well. Suga and Daichi definetly have a “thing” but you’d have to pull their teeth to get them to admit it
Kiyoko is the head girl for Ravenclaw and her greatest joy is reading up on plants so she can flirt with Yachi in green house
Kenma is a very unimpressed Ravenclaw who gets along surprisingly well with Tsukki and spends most of his time flirtin-I mean talking with a slytherin prefect
Kuroo is a slytherin prefect, and damn if people dont love a bad boy, but he’s only got eyes for one odd little ravenclaw, he just loves watching kenma blush
Lev is a hufflepuff, who spends the majority of his school years pining after Yaku
Yaku is a ravenclaw who spends the majority of his years pini-avoiding that annoyingly hot hufflepuff, Lev.
Kyoutani is a gryffindor, Yahaba is a slytherin, they’ve been breaking up and making up since their first year
Oikawa and Iwaizumi are a slytherin powercouple, though they also fight nonstop, oikawa is head boy and Iwaizumi is the stereotypical brooding scary slytherin, they are extremely dangerous together.
Bokuto is a gryffindor, with a big thing for people who have the one thing he doesn’t, a level head
Enter Akaashi, ravenclaw head boy, and an angel straight from Bokuto’s wildest dreammms
Ushijima is a Hufflepuff mainly because he is hardworking and loves plants. He is the head boy and also Yachi’s self appointed big brother. That is all. He also loves Tendou
Tendou is freaky observant snek boi, lowkey the most dangerous person in the entire slytherin house, knows Ushijima has it bad for him and feels the same, but also loves to play with him a little
Aone is the cutest Hufflepuff prefect, and everyone is super confused as to why big spooky boys keep getting sorted into hufflepuff, but oh well
BONUS:
Ukai loves his gryffindor sons and is the coolest advisor EVER
Takeda has hufflepuff and it’s really cute, he also likes plants
Takeda and Ukai are definetly in love but they obviously have to hide it but everyone already knows. Tsukki and Yama once caught them in the room of requirement-it was terrible for all parties involved.
This is probably stupid but like cupid!sugawara has my whole heart. It’s probably just the quarantine talking but I was watching the music video for “Give Me Love” by Ed Sheeran and there isn’t enough DaiSuga angst in this world. So here’s another dumpster fire based on that iconic video.
Suga is super lonely, okay? No one knows how he came to exist or why, and despite looking like a literal angel and acting like one too, no one ever seems to remember his face or him
He has only ever had himself, and though he seems strong it’s breaking him, slowly.
But Suga is so special because he’s always been one of those people who still wants the best for everyone around them, even when they don’t deserve it. Even though he is so lonely, he still loves helping people find the one thing he can’t have: love.
That’s why fate gave him his wings, the itching in his shoulders that resulted in blood stained ethereal wings was a gift, of sorts
He doesn’t know why or how he got the arrows or the wings but he wanders the streets nonetheless, and that’s when he sees them
Kageyama and Hinata are college roommates, they’re screaming at each other over some girl, Suga subconsciously knows neither of those boys belong with that girl they’re arguing about, so he notches an arrow for the first time and fires it into Kageyama’s back
He smiles when Kageyama picks up his tiny counterpart, ending their argument and starting their lives with a kiss
He frowns at the slight pinch of sorrow he feels
The next time he fires it’s at a famous model and his photographer, Oikawa has always been oblivious and Iwaizumi has always been stubborn
Frankly, Suga is exhausted just watching them dance around each other for a night, so he decides to put them both out of their misery, and laughs mischievously when Oikawa knocks the camera from Iwaizumi’s grasp as he jumps in his lap
He can’t help but notice that the sorrow is growing in him
One night he wanders into a party, dimly lit and unsurprisingly full of lost souls, the pain his empathetic heart feels is enough to make him forget the consequences of what he’s about to do
He shoots Lev in the back and watches the giant wrap his elegant limbs around Yaku
Kenma is next, throwing aside his phone and pulling Kuroo down to his level so he can kiss him
Akaashi and Bokuto fall prey to his arrow as well, even though Akaashi was previously unaware of his feelings
Yamaguchi finally works up the courage to kiss Tsukki rather violently with the aid of one of Suga’s arrows
Only after he has done his damage and he’s quietly walking home does he realize his mistake
His face is wet with tears and he’s clearly completely destroyed his heart to fix everyone else’s
In the dim light of his apartment, he looks at his arrow, strong, and sharp. He has an idea
Daichi has been an EMT for three years now, you can see a lot in that time, and he definetly had, but nothing like the beautiful angel boy in front of him
He nearly cried the moment his eyes landed on the prone being, blood and gold surrounding his once beautiful face, an arrow sticking almost daintily from his thin chest
His tears didn’t have a chance to fall, though, because the boy moved
Suga knew the moment his eyes focused on Daichi’s, that he had finally found the one person who wouldn’t forget him.
Okay so like Demigod!Haikyuu crossover is blowing my mind rn. So here is this dumpster fire
Hinata is an ADORABLE child of Apollo, and he still loves Volleyball but he’s naturally really good at archery too! Definetly in love with Kageyama
Kageyama looks like he’d be powerful, everyone assumes he’d be a child of Zeus, Posiedon, or Hades, but he always enjoys the look of fear in their eyes when he robs the world of light, as only a child of Nyx (goddess of the night) could, smitten with sunshine aka Hinata
Tsukki is a son of Athena, which really didn’t shock anyone,especially not Tsukki, though he does take issue with some of his more “unexpected” siblings, whipped for Yama and formulated a business regarding a certain illicit plant
Yamaguchi can nurture and grow things so naturally that he is claimed as a child of Demeter almost instantaneously (he definetly doesn’t grow any illegal plants with his powers) he and Tsukki have a lot of money, no one knows why
Tanaka is a son of Aries in the most stereotypical sense and he’s found his people
Noya loves his half brother, Tanaka, but he still absolutely destroys him in sword play, the two sons of aries are impossible on the battle field, thinks Asahi is a damsel in distress
Enoshita is a son of Hestia, goddess of the home and hearth, because he is steady and grounded in a way that many envy
Asahi is a son of Iris, the goddess of rainbows, because not only is he precious but he’s also inherited his mother’s eye for color, not as big on battle, Noya thinks this is adorable
Sugawara is the head of the Aphrodite cabin, and probably the most likeable member, also probably one of the most dangerous, has a thing for sons of aries (like his mom), mainly just one son of aries
Daichi struggles to keep his brothers in check, but no other child of aries is up for the job so as the most level headed kid in that whole cabin, Daichi steps up, when he’s not playing dad to his siblings, he’s trying to impress a particularly mischievous son of Aphrodite
Kiyoko is a huntress of Artemis
Yachi is a very helpful nymph
Oikawa is Suga’s brother and the self proclaimed “hottest son of aphrodite” he likes to act like he is a ladies man but everyone knows he has eyes for one son of Aries
Bless Iwaizumi son of aries, and the only person next to Daichi who can keep the other unruly aries children in line, says he hates oikawa but was caught in the aphrodite cabin with him, many,many times
Kyoutani is a son of hades. No one is surprised. He hates everyone. Except Yahaba. Yahaba is okay.
Yahaba is a particularly aggressive child of aphrodite who definetly does not want to marry a certain son of hades (suga and oikawa tease him all the time)
It’s Kuroo he’s the unexpected child of Athena, and everyone is confused, but these things dont always make sense and Tsukki has to have something go wrong
Kenma is a very quick witted child of Hermes who is definetly in on Tsukki and Yama’s…scheme
Akaashi keeps the peace in the Athena cabin, and spends a considerable amount of time with a certain son of Hermes
Bokuto is a reluctant son of Hermes, who uses most of his brain power hitting on Akaashi
Ushijima is the son of Demeter, and knows absolutely nothing about his younger brother’s illicit plants or his boyfriend’s (tendou) inate proclivity for maddness
Tendou is the freakiest son of Dionysus ever, he positively reeks of madness and Ushijima
A piece I drew for the Olympics section of the @iwaoilifezine!! This is the first zine I’ve ever applied to/joined. Really grateful to the mods and contributors for the wonderful experience!!
Warnings: NSFW, angst, hurt no comfort, questionable consent (but Iwa wants it), bottom Iwaizumi, college!AU, ‘and they were roommates’
Iwaizumi was currently sitting on the floor in front of the couch with a controller in his hands. Playing some war and getting way too intense about it. He almost didn’t didn’t hear Oikawa come in through the front door, but he did and decided to ignore it away. He took a quick glance at the clock sitting underneath the television, it read 3:14 AM. He continued to ignore how he could hear Oikawa stumbling to get his shoes off and his heavy footsteps headed in to the living room.
A few minutes passed before he could actually feel the other man’s presence next to him. He finally decided to chance a glance at him. He noticed he had discarded his jacket somewhere along the way, hoping that he actually brought it home, his tie was hanging loosely around his neck and the first few buttons undone on his dress shirt. “How was it?” he had asked referring to his night out with a few friends from their classes. Iwaizumi was invited, but turned down the offer not wanting to babysit all night.
“It was so boring without you Iwa, you should have joined.” There was a slight whine to his voice as he spoke to him leaning in closer. Iwaizumi made a point not to look at him again keeping his eyes fixated on the screen as Oikawa laid his head on his shoulder. He was able to smell the alcohol radiating from the other man as he added another death to his ration and groaning at the game.
Oikawa watched as it happened and snuggled closer. He shuffled so their bodies were side by side and pulled his knees to his chest. Iwaizumi snuck another glance down at him but didn’t linger. This went unnoticed “Iwaaa, pay attention to me.” He didn’t let the words get to him and as his character loaded on screen again he continued to play.
Feeling frustrated quicker than usual thanks to the copious amounts of alcohol still in a system Oikawa maneuvered his body around him again. This time, forcing his legs into the other man’s lap underneath the hands holding the controller. He attempted to force his head underneath his arm, but to no avail. Iwaizumi moved his arms away from him “Quit Kawa, you’re gonna make me die again, I was winning before your ass came in here.”
“But I’m so needy, please?” If there was anything that college taught Iwaizumi, it was that Oikawa always got like this while drinking. And he knew he wouldn’t give in, but he didn’t want to either. Oikawa was moving again, much more forceful this time, he pushed himself into Iwaizumi’s lap head under his arms so they’d be wrap around his back holding the control. His face lay against Iwaizumi’s shoulder nose brushing against his collarbone. He was carful to keep his breathing steady, not letting the other know this was getting to him.
He continued to play dying much more frequently now. But he instantly dropped the controller as he felt soft lips press against the skin over his collarbone. Oikawa giggled softly against him, the soft puffs of breath heating his skin. “What Iwa? You can’t handle a little attention yourself?”
“Cut it out, would you?” He pushed against his shoulders but Oikawa didn’t move much. In fact, he pushed and pulled back. Effectively bringing Iwaizumi to lay on the floor both men falling sideways. Oikawa was giggling more “get off me, you’re much heavier that you think”
Oikawa sat straight up pouting, looking at him underneath. The sight was enough for Iwaizumi to have to turn his face to the side cheeks tinting pink. Oikawa didn’t let this pass either. “Is that why your face is red? Because I’m so heavy.” He ground his hips down softly causing Iwaizumi to suck in a sharp breath of air and attempt to sit up but Oikawa was pushing him back down “what?” He asked feigning innocence so perfectly.
“I’m serious crappykawa. Stop, this isn’t funny”
Oikawa leaned down again, lips ghosting over his neck. “I think it’s a little funny” then made contact kissing and nipping messily.
Iwaizumi squeezed his eyes shut tightly head turning to the side. He so badly didn’t want to make him stop, but he also didn’t want this to be their first. Oikawa drunk and not understanding how much of an effect he was having on him, on his feelings that he’s kept well hidden for so long.
Oikawa always tried to make moves while drunk, and not just on him, but he’s never been this pushy or straight forward about it. He ground his hips down against him again and Oikawa let out a soft moan all for show. “Your mouth is saying no, but a different part of you is saying yes” he let his hands travel up and under his shirt. Iwaizumi’s own hands gripped in tight fist against the floor.
Then, Oikawa was skidding off his lap and further down his legs hands going for the waist band on his sleep bottoms. His head shot up to look down at Oikawa and he leaned up on his elbows watch. “Are you gonna tell me to stop?”
Iwaizumi didn’t say anything, just turned his head to side and his cheeks growing darker and breath getting heavier. Oikawa made quick work to pull the pants and his briefs down. The alcohol in his system making him quick and sloppy. But Iwaizumi still lifted his hips a bit to help get them down.
He was already embarrassingly hard but Oikawa didn’t seem to care as he leaned down and used the flat of his tongue to lick a wide strip all the way up his length. Iwaizumi brought one hand up to his mouth, biting on his knuckles to keep from making any noise. “Too bad that’s not what I’m interested in though.”
Iwaizumi looked back down at him as Oikawa pulled his pants off the rest of the way, pushing his knees apart and laying flat on his stomach between the man’s legs. He tucked both hands under his knees and pushed them up and apart. Iwaizumi grabbed the back of both his thighs on instinct before realizing what was to come next. “N-no no, you don’t have to do th-” but his own voice was cut off with a low groan as he felt Oikawa lick another fat stripe on his body, this time against his exposed entrance.
Oikawa still wasn’t wasting any time. Licking and poking at his hole, spitting on it and diving back in. Iwaizumi had never felt so satisfied off something so disgusting, quick, and messy. It didn’t take long before he was leaking pre against his own stomach. Doing his best to keep all his noises in, he failed as he felt Oikawa push a finger inside him, it felt amazing but Oikawa seemed displeased with the lack of resistance. He spit again to make sure it wasn’t uncomfortable before leaning up a bit “you let people fuck you often?” He asked sounding genuinely distraught about it.
Iwaizumi shook his head quickly causing a smirk to grow on Oikawa’s face “so you do it yourself then?” he asked a bit menacingly, adding a second finger. Iwaizumi didn’t respond to the question but it seemed he was ok with that as he leaned down and continued to lick around his fingers with his tongue. Spreading his fingers each time he pulled them out to stretch him quicker. Preparing him for the third finger he added shortly after. Iwaizumi could feel Oikawa’s other shoulder moving slightly and leaned up to look down, Oikawa had already pulled his own cock from the confines of his slack and was pumping it lazily. He continued licking and spitting around the three fingers inside him before pulling his face and hand away. Iwaizumi couldn’t help the small whine that felt his throat at the lack of contact.
“Don’t worry handsome, I’ve got something better for you.” he was attempting to be seductive as he made his way back over Iwaizumi but his drunkenness made him lose the effect. He watched as Oikawa climbed back over him. He could see the delay in his brain as he blinked slowly. He brought both hands up to either side of the man’s face while they looked down to line himself up against Iwaizumi’s pucker. Iwaizumi could feel the pressure before it slipped away. He wasn’t sure if Oikawa was trying to tease him, or if his coordination was that bad right now. Regardless, he reached a hand down between them to help him out. Lining him quickly Oikawa slowly began to sink in looking back up at the person below him. Iwaizumi leaned up to kiss him, but Oikawa turned his face to the side letting him make contact with his cheek instead. He nuzzled his face against his neck and Iwaizumi knew it was so that he didn’t have to reject another kiss.
Iwaizumi wrapped his arms tightly around his shoulders as he began with gentle thrusts. “Please tell me you’ll remember in the morning” he was answered with a particularly rough thrust. Not too hard, but much harder than the others, it made them both grunt but only one was with pleasure. Iwaizumi made sure to hold Oikawa tightly so that he wouldn’t lean up and see the tears forming in his eyes. He knew Oikawa would think it was from pain.
His thrusts sped up, and his timing was awful, Iwaizumi did his best to move his hips against him to keep a rythem but as Oikawa got closer it only got worse. Iwaizumi knew it was from the alcohol making him sluggish so he’ll try not to hold it as a standard. Oikawa brought one hand between there bodies, his hand having a bit better rythem but he was squeezing the tip a bit too tight making it feel too sensitive and intense. It still wasn’t a bad feeling, just bringing Iwaizumi closer the edge sooner then comfortable.
Oikawa didn’t say anything else to him. Not as Iwaizumi came between their bodies, or as Oikawa filled him with his release. He didn’t say anything as he sat up and pulled out. He didn’t say anything as he looked at Iwaizumi’s flushed tear stained cheeks. And he certainly didn’t say anything as he tucked himself back into his pants and left Iwaizumi a mess on the carpeted living room floor.
And when Iwaizumi woke up the next morning and walked into the kitchen to see Oikawa actually cooking, he asked Oikawa if he remembered coming home last night. And of course he couldn’t remember.
