The Haikyuu Boys

With am SO Who Can Sing

Tsukishima Kei x GN reader; Oikawa Toru x GN reader; Nishinoya YU x GN reader

Warnings: fluff, maybe a swear word?

AN: This is an Anon request! Anon requested Tsukki but I’m adding Oiks and Noya because I can

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Tsukishima Kei

• The silent supporter
• Seriously we’ve all seen how Tsukki is with Yams and even Hinata at the end of Season 3
• Tell me he’s not supportive
• He might not show it in the public eye but he will encourage you all the time!
• You need to practice? He is there to listen
• You have a rehearsal for a concert? He sits and watches
• Concert? He’s there with flowers at the end!
• If you don’t sing professionally but more for fun, he totally turns off his music but keeps his headphones on
• Just to listen to you
• This man will encourage you even if your voice isn’t the greatest
• She he may tease you about not hitting a note
• But it drives you to keep going because his smile when you do hit that note
• worth all the pain
• If someone teases you about your singing, Tsukki will deal with it
• This man is a master at tearing people down with his sharp tongue
• “Funny that you make fun of my YN looking the way you do”- Tsukki
• “At least YN has talent unlike you”- Tsukki
• Will support whatever dreams you have
• Not matter if it’s professional singing or whatever
• Even if it’s just to get a part in the school musical
• Tsukki is all about it
• If you are insecure about your voice, he won’t push you
• He encourages you to sing when you are comfortable
• Secretly loves when you hum
• He wears his earphones but like he totally turns the music off the hear you
• Mans doesn’t need to be loud to be supportive
• Just being there for you is his way of showing support
• We adore this petty bby

Oikawa Toru

• Oikwaw Toru ‍♀️
• The competive yet supportive one
• What can I even say about this man
• First off, he probably challenges you to a singing contest
• Pls do it YN and then kick his butt
• He secretly loves your voice
• When you sing in the shower, he records it
• Not creepy I promise, it’s consensual
• He listens to the recording at night to help him fall asleep
• He’s supportive for sure
• But also like he hogs the spotlight
• He will show up to your concerts with the biggest bouquet of flowers
• “That’s my Baby!”- he will say, clapping extremely loudly and abnoxiously
• It’s how he shows his support YN let it be
• He tries to help you practice but he does not have a good singing voice
• Please he will bust out into song during volleyball practice and Iwa will throw a ball at him
• “Shut it loserkawa we want to hear YN sing”- Iwaizumi
• Please he will totally sulk but also it’s just for show
• He can’t let his imagine get ruined
• He’s so competitive istg
• Mans voice could shatter glass and he’d still argue that his voice was better
• Good luck with this one YN

Nishinoya Yu

• The hype beast
• Honestly you can’t even walk down a hallway without Noya asking you to sing for him
• “Please YN you have the voice of an angel”- Noya
• Literal heart eyes all the time when you sing
• He is front row anytime you grace us with your heavenly voice
• If someone talks, Noya’s got it handled
• “SHUT IT MY BEAUTIFUL YN IS SINGING”- Noya
• You don’t even bat an eyelash because you know this man
• He will request songs for you to sing
• Learn them for him and he will totally record them
• Has a Playlist of your singing
• Asks Daichi to play it during practice
• Daichi says “no”, Noya plays it anyways
• Literally will scream and shout when you finish singing
• He would probably jump on stage but thankfully security exist
• They exist because he already did jump on stage
• He would probably learn to play guitar or some instrument to accompany you
• You are his muse YN

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.
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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.  

MEMORIES.

pairing:oikawa tooru x gn! reader

genre:angst, heartbreak

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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dance with me ; tōru oikawa

warnings this is probably the fluffiest thing i’ve ever written, established relationship, mentions of tanaka x kiyoko, as well as bokuto x akaashi, mentions of weddings, and oikawa being annoying with nicknames

genrefluff

word count1.3k

inspiration honestly, dance with me by beabadoobee ( such a pretty song )

synopsis oikawa hates when you overwork yourself, so he suggests dancing to get you away from your desk

author’s note first and foremost, happy new year everyone! i hope you’re all doing well and i wish you well ! sorry i didn’t post anything directly on, i’ve just been enjoying my time but i’m back. and i must say, i really did enjoy writing this one so i hope you guys like it too

also! i noticed there’s almost 500 of you guys and i just wanted to say thank you. i’ve had this blog for almost two years now and i’m grateful for all of you that followed. i went through a major change last year and i wonder if you any of you stayed nontheless, if not, i’m still thankful. i know i’m not very consistent and i think that’s okay, i’m trying my best to write what i think is worthy of being shown to you guys, i hope you don’t mind. i’ll still try better this year and i hope you’ll stay to watch me grow ! again, happy new year !

love,cloverfics☘︎︎

Saying your perception of being an adult has changed over the years would be an understatement. How you went from dreaming about living on your own and having a job to wishing you were still a kid and being able to run around to an extent, you would never have the answer.

Having loads of work piled onto you, bills, school, it was stressful. And you wanted nothing more than to do nothing. But you knew if you started that, your load would get larger and you’d get lost in the heaps.

So, you glued yourself down to your computer chair and forced yourself to get it over with. Luckily you found your groove in the peace and quiet of your home, no sound other than the soft alternative you’ve come accustomed to. No, there was just that and quiet, no voices, no Oi—

“Honey, I’m home!” The rather loud voice that made your sweet serene scratch to a stop, jolted you forward. The tiniest bit of your herbal tea landing on your laptop. You thanked the Gods it didn’t land on your papers, but if Oikawa had been any louder, who knows?

Not even a moment later was his presence barging through the door of your shared office. “Did you miss me, my sweets?” You cringed at the nickname.

“Please, never refer to me like that ever again.” You said, a hint of humor in your voice. You placed your cup down before turning to face him. Clad in sweats, he had just returned from where he said he’d be all day. Practice.

Oikawa slumped momentarily at the disapproval of the nickname. Obviously thinking up something, you could tell those awful gears were turning in his head.

“How about Did you miss me, my empress?” He tried in a fabricated charming tone, waltzing his way over to you and your clutter.

You giggled. “Can’t you just greet me like a normal person, ever?”

“There’s no fun in that, love.” A gentle kiss was pressed to your lips. It was soft, sweet, and quick. No matter it made you realize how much you had missed him all this time. Even with his borderline annoying antics, you had missed him.

Being locked up in your office with boatloads of papers and assignments had kept your mind off of him. It was a shame that after that very much needed peck that you had the urge to turn back to that computer and continue to work.

“What’re we up to?” Oikawa placed a hand on the top of your chair, the other on your desk, nudging at your assignments.

“The usual.” You answered monotonously, averting your attention back to the screen. You heard Oikawa’s scoff.

“How long?” You hummed, leaning back in your chair. Peeling your eyes to look at him once again. Unlike before, his face was contorted into something serious.

You were aware how much Oikawa hated seeing your work like this. He thought it was damaging for you and he was right. But what was there for you to do?

“Someone’s worried,” Your teasing tone didn’t pass by Oikawa like it usually did. His eyes connected with yours, worry and concern were the only emotions you were deciphering.

“I am. ___, seriously, how long?” It nearly made you wince, how serious Oikawa was. But you couldn’t judge him, he obviously had the right.

You sighed, angling your head forward again. “Just a couple hours… is all.”

“And did you take any breaks?”

A weak smile etched onto your face. You placed your fingertip onto the fine china, “To make tea.”

Oikawa sighed, almost like it was in disappointment. “You can’t doing this to yourself. I won’t let you.”

A tired groan left you. Deciding it was time to be left alone with your work again, you waved Oikawa off. “There’s nothing more I can do, Toru. I have work to do and I can’t just put it off.”

His warm hand was placed a top of yours that was about to retreat, soon locking with your own fingers. “I know, but I can’t stand it. Plus! You need to take more breaks,” Oikawa urged but your face proved you were indifferent.

“Here. Let’s take one now. I’m about to shower but I can spare some time to sweat a bit more, if you catch my drift.” The face that was indifferent soon twisted into one of disgust, even if it was half serious.

“I don’t think I want to catch your drift,” You narrowed your eyes at Oikawa. But when he erupted in a fit of laughter is when they softened.

“Get your mind out of the gutter, my love. I meant let’s dance. But if you really had your mind set on something else…” Oikawa trailed off. You scoffed, feeling yourself become flustered as you fell for one of his traps.

“What do you mean dance?”

Oikawa chuckled, departing from behind your chair and over to the speaker that still played that lo—fi music. “What else would I mean by dancing, honey?”

You sighed. You obviously didn’t have your mind set on twirling around with Oikawa as a break but it’s not like you minded either. And when he played a familiar classical tune is when you knew you really didn’t mind.

“Wow, you really know how to get someone out of their chair, Toru.” You eased up from the confines of your desk chair, stretching and letting your bones crack.

“What can I say, I know what you like…” Oikawa mused, making his way back over you. You made a small sound of surprise when he took your hand into his own and guided you to the middle of the office. The only part that wasn’t taken up by drawers, desks, or chairs. Just you and Oikawa.

Oikawa hummed as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands landing at your waist. “How long has it been since we danced like this?” He asked softly, chin landing on your shoulder.

“What was it? You sister’s wedding—? No! Tanaka and Kiyoko’s!” You both laughed in harmony as you reminisced on that day.

“What a pretty ceremony.” You continued.

Oikawa followed, “We should’ve caught that bouquet but Bokuto just had to have it.” He grumbled, you could tell some of his envy was true. You smiled remembering how upset he was when Bokuto lunged in front for him and Akaashi.

“It was sweet though. I can’t wait for those two to get married.” There was a window of silence after you said those words. You could those gears were turning in Oikawa’s head again, but your own were going too.

“What about ours?” Oikawa whispered. Rather than being taken by surprise, you smiled wider. It was like he was reading your mind. You always wondered if Oikawa had gotten the bouquet that day would you guys be planning your wedding at this very second.

You leaned your head back a bit, signaling for Oikawa to lift his. Your gazes collided, “Whenever you want to start planning, just say the word.”

Your answer seemed to have caught Oikawa off guard, seeing as he stopped swaying. “Really?” There was a specific twinkle in his eyes, and did you adore it.

“Yes, really—” Your confirmation was cut off by an excited pair of lips. You giggled against them, pleased to see that Oikawa was more than happy to start planning your wedding.

Oikawa pulled back, an excited expression that matched his lips on his face. “Good because I had this idea that we should—” Your mind, unfortunately, tuned out Oikawa’s rambling of his plans for the future. All you could think about how the person who cared so dear for you was ready to get married to you.

There was good in becoming an adult, you supposed. You could be wed to the one who made these endless work nights all the better. Even if it was just dancing in your office.

platonic.

pairing: oikawa tooru x fem! reader

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.

why?

it was simply just platonic.

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Oikawa Tooru X Reader

-In a world where only a few people has a soulmate, and they are burdened with a disability until they meet their other half.

Chapter 3: Glad To Meet You

Note: *“words” = Signed, italic"= written on your pad

Deep breaths…

The silence was natural but it didn’t help you ease your nerves.

A tap on your shoulder made you turn. Behind you was your cousin Hajime.

*“Are you okay?”

You smiled at him and nodded.

It was your first day at Aoba and you have no idea how this day is going to go on.

Your bag is carried by Hajime and you had your pad on your side, the pen was on your blazer’s pocket, you were ready.

Hajime had taken your hand to guide you. And your nerves and anxiety allowed him to do so.

The walk was silent and when you got to school everyone was looking at you two.

You could read their lips, you’ve grown quite used to doing that after years. Not everyone is willing to write and sign for you after all.

You tighten your hold on Hajime’s hand and looked down. If you can’t see you won’t know.

Giving your hand two squeezes you knew your cousin was there for you. With his movement you could also tell he was talking to some of the people moving.

You watched the pavements you walk on, and tried memorizing every turn you took, mentally counting the pace you take until every change in direction.

When you finally came to a halt, Hajime let go of your hand. In panic you looked up to see that you were in front of something that seemed like the school gym or whatever they’re called.

*“This is where the team is.”

*“Are you sure it’s okay for me to be here?”

He shrugged, *“We need a manager anyway.”

He turned towards the door and held it as if he was going to open, but stopped he turned towards you sharply that you jumped back lightly.

“I almost forgot!” You read.

You were about to ask what it was. You don’t know why but every time you see someone talking, it made you feel as if you had to respond. It was probably because you’ve been considered as cold when you don’t talk.

Sadly you had no idea how to control your voice and always end up ruining your throat and cough up blood.

He covered your mouth with his hand and glared.

*“Don’t talk. Okay? I already told them about your case and you don’t have to respond to them by talking.”

You frowned and nodded.

When he finally opened the door you were at awe seeing a handful of people flying as they spiked the ball.

Last time you’ve seen volleyball was at least a year ago. It never fails to amaze you. You could see the shoes sliding on the tile, and judging by how everyone moved you could tell they were loud.

You turned to Hajime who had his hand around his mouth to amplify his voice. Since you had a bad angle you couldn’t see what he was saying. So you turned to the people playing.

Their attention shifted to you. One of them seemed too invested on the ball and decided to do another jump serve. And in a flash you saw his brown eyes.

Your heart skipped and you watched him in awe as he swung his arm back and with an incredible force he sent the ball on the other side barely missing the line. His land wasn’t as graceful and you notice how awkward it was, but when he turned as if nothing happened, you figured it was the norm for him.

Hajime had gathered the team and they all stared at me with their mouths gaping. Instinctively, you hid behind Hajime.

Hajime was angrily gesturing at the guy who just finished his serve. He was currently waving at the bleachers where you just noticed a handful of women waving and swooning. There were some who sent you glares.

You hid your face with your pad and inspected the people. You could also see two adults in the mix of the crowd so you assume those are the coaches.

Tired of waiting Hajime threw a stray ball at the still waving guy. And you don’t even have to hear him to know he was shouting, with how aggressive his facial expression and movements were. At some point he walked towards him leaving you open to the crowd.

None of them were talking and just looking at you.

When you felt a hand on your back you saw Hajime was back. In the crowd was the guy looking at you as if you were someone who shouldn’t be here but in a good kind… I think.

When Hajime nodded, you took a deep breath. You opened your pad and begun writing. Taking a bow you let out your pad.

“Hi, I’m Y/N L/N. And I will be your new manager.” Turning the page, “I am blessed with a soulmate and lost my ability to hear. I hope you’d be considerate.”

Your hand lightly trembled, you were nervous. It was after all Hajime’s team you were meeting not just nobodies. Your actions would affect Hajime.

Then you felt a light weight on your pad. You lifted your head and saw them on a line, each holding a pen and writing on your pad.

“Nobuteru Irihata, coach. Sadayuki Mizoguchi, coach. Akira Kunimi, wing spiker. Yutaro Kindachi, middle blocker. Shinji Watari, libero. Shigeru Yahaba, pinch server. Kyotani, opposite spiker. Takahiro Hanamaki❤ single and ready to mingle ;) . Issei Matsukawa❤ Hanamaki is gay ;).”

They all gave you a smile. And pushed the last guy and the captain who you spent a few hours researching on so you wouldn’t take this job.

“Hey,” You read him say while looking at you. Everyone panicked so you assume Hajime told them not to talk to you. He didn’t say anything for a minute. “Iwa-chan, you didn’t justify her looks at all. How is that fairlypopular?”

That was a compliment. Your face blushed, and they saw that. You looked down to suppress your grin.

Hajime hit the back of your head. When you lifted your head to glare at him, *“I had to make sure it wasn’t getting big.”

You huffed and turned to the guy with a blush.

He had an eager look. Excitement even as if he was waiting for that to happen, “Did she just hear me?”

When Matsukawa strangled him you could read him saying, “Shut the fuck up! Stop talking!”

You also read Hanamaki yell, “Are you illiterate? She’s fucking deaf she can’t hear you dumb ass.”

You couldn’t help but release a laugh which made them turn towards you.

The guy shrugged the other two off and stepped forward. You handed him your pad but he shook his head.

He stared at you for a few minutes as if he was waiting for something to happen.

Then he slowly lifted his hands. And to your surprise, *“Hi, I am Oikawa Tooru. I am the captain and the setter of Aoba Johsai.”

He finished off with a smile, *“I’m glad to meet you.”

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Facts:

Ushijima and Satori are soulmates who were able to regain their senses since they met as children.

Ushijima lost his touch and Satori lost his hearing.

Satori took a liking on you since he emphatise.

Iwaizumi is your cousin.

There is a separate GC with the Aoba

Aoba 3rd years had a deal to access each other.

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frat boy! oikawa tooru x iwaizumi’s gf! reader

warnings: cheating (everyone’s cheating in this frat house tonight), drugging (reader thought she was doing coke, actually percs), drug mentions: coke, weed, percs, non-con, gas-lighting, manipulation, iwai and oiks are shitty frat boys what can i say

wc: 1.9k

a/n: my piece for the intoxicated collab hosted by the whore house <3 you can check it out here! i have never written for this pretty rat bastard but I kinda like this version of oikawa that now lives in my brain. he’s a shitty bastard but meh. this is very, very, very, v e r y loosely based on a real experience i had with percs ( i don’t condone the use of percs !! ). also, do not mix drugs if you are doing them, especially percs with alcohol!

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you know you’re fucked as the last of the pretty white line vanishes through the end of a cut-up straw and into your nose. that too pretty smile tooru’s wearing almost looks sinister as the feeling of prickles dances across your brain and the feeling of slight numbness snakes up your appendages. it’s cemented further when drowsiness sinks in.

worst of all, you know you’ve lost when tooru’s featherlight touch across your bottom lip has you sucking his thumb like your boyfriend isn’t somewhere else in the same house

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leading up to the frat party, you were excited ! time spent with your roommate was always fun, your partner in crime for getting wasted silly before proceeding to call your boyfriends to be picked up and continue the fun from there.

their frat’s parties are always choice, thematic some days and just a reason to drink and make poor choices others. your poison of choice always being egging hajime on throughout the night to be fucked dumb when he’s pushed beyond his limit– the perfect fun for you.

but there’s always tooru.

it’s been too many times to count where you think you’ve finally got hajime right where you need him and then tooru’s there to effectively whisk hajime away– always with a snide reminder that you’re there with your roommate, his girlfriend so ‘why don’t you go find her, she’ll get lonely!’

ironic, considering that if she and you were up to trouble together he’d badger you over being negligent of hajime.

regardless, you fully entitled to enjoy yourself tonight– tooru be damned.

before you could fester longer on the leech that was tooru, your roommate poses a comment about the outfits planned for tonight. it’s enough to steal away your attention, and you find yourselves trying and tossing off clothes interspersed with chatter and gossip of all manner. by the end of it, you look downright sinful– dressed in a silky feeling black bodycon with lace trim.

the intention is to rile hajime up, get him irritated having to be watchful over you to keep his sleazy frat brothers away. except for tooru, he’s always the exception. he couldn’t let any of his other brothers be the exception? you’d take temperamental kyotani over tooru any day. it’s only a minorbonus kyotani is nice to look at.

by the time your roommate is ushering you to the uber you’re quite tipsy, still aware of yourself but relaxed enough to giggle along to the lame jokes your uber throws over his shoulder at you two. idly, you think he’s kinda cute.

the party is in full swing by the time your uber pulls up, people idling out on the lawn in stark contrast to the blaring music coming from the house itself. hajime and tooru are waiting outside for the both of you as you exit the uber. giving the uber a sweet smile before closing the door.

you try to ignore the lingering look tooru fixates you with as you make your way to the boys.

“ tooooruuuu~” your roommate all but throws herself into her boyfriend, giggly and happy to see him. he returns the embrace, peppering her cheery face in kisses before returning her greeting “hi princess, you look ravishing as usual.”

you fight to keep the cringe of your face at the nickname, opting to ignore their sugary-sweet pda in favor of hajime. you link your arms behind his neck before blinking up at him, pressing a chaste kiss to his chin before grinning cheekily “ hi bubs, missed you today”. his own hands settle on your hips, rubbing softly at the material of your dress before smiling down at you. he mumbles his own greeting before pressing a kiss to your temple, beginning to drag you inside.

you don’t miss the familiar stare of someone staring down your neck.

all too quickly, between games of cup pong, kings cup, and random shots; your separated from hajime and squished between hanamaki and matsukawa on a ratty couch in the garage with an odd group of people. you’re vaguely aware of matsukawa’s arm thrown over your shoulders.

you don’t try to move it.

you’re half engaged in the conversation going on, between being drunk and swimming in the heady smell of weed, you’re just kinda sitting there zoning in and out. there’s a sizable bong being passed around, and despite only having met them a handful of times prior, hanamaki and matsukawa seem to know better than to offer you a hit– at least that’s what you tell yourself. across from you, there’s a blond girl cutting lines of coke on a handheld mirror, looking up briefly with a raised eyebrow in question. you’ve met her prior, you’ve literally done lines with her, but her name is escaping you.

you feel stupid.

you’re about to nod along when matsukawa’s arm is thrown off you, two hands coming down on your shoulders in a bruising grip. you wince when you meet tooru’s chocolate eyes.

he looks kinda pissed.

“y/n ! I’ve been looking alllll over for you !” his voice is as princely as ever, but the sneer on his face and the barely there anger under his tone pisses you off. you decide to push him before he starts pushing you.

“where’s 'princess’ at? can’t believe you left my poor roommate all alone in this house” you tsk and pout, shaking your head. tooru’s face momentarily sours before he’s looping around the couch and dragging you to your feet, pulling you to the door without a word. you glance back briefly at hanamaki and matsukawa, but they look just as put off as you.

weird.

you follow, not sure if it’s curiosity or just being drunk for you simpered obedience. you’re led past hajime’s room where you hear noise– notably hajime and someone else but you can’t think too hard about it with tooru’s tightening grip on your wrist. this would be nice if it were hajime pulling you along. you stop in front of a door at the very end of the hall.

it’s tooru’s room.

volleyball trophies and keepsakes line the shelves, along with other commemorative keepsakes. a picture of him and your roommate, him and hajime, a group picture of the four of you as well. you’re about the prod for answers when he beats you to it.

“don’t worry about my 'princess’, she with hajime right now!” he sneers down at you, loving the confusion that crosses your pretty little face before continuing “i figured i’d come check in on you since hajime seems to be doing a shit job of it.” you’re only partially surprised by the drop from his usual cheerful speech and vocabulary, but to hear him come at hajime unabashedly is strange.

it’s actually really fucking weird all things considered.

“what do you mean by that? why’s he with her…” and not me? the sentence practically finishes itself and tooru’s sneer grows as your mind begins to tumble over itself. “ you know, maybe he just can’t handle you anymore? he’s always bitching to me about you” tooru sighs, hand raised to his chin thoughtfully. something in your chest aches at the thought, mind nowhere near sober enough to see past tooru winding you up.

“you know, I tried arguing with hajime about it on your behalf. sure you’re needy as hell and a borderline nympho but you’re soooo cute! if i wasn’t dating my princess, I wouldn’t hesitate to steal you away~” it comes out teasingly, but his words are downright awful. you’re not needy…right? sure you like sex, but hajime never complained about it.

you kinda feel like shit.

turning on your heels, you make for the door before tooru latches onto your wrist again. that same bruising grip back again, you whirl on him ready to lay into him before he shakes an orange pill bottle in your face. eyes narrowed, you glare up at him. what the hell is he up too?

“to make it up to you for bumming your night and causing you to miss out saeko’s cheap shit, why don’t we have a little pick me up?” his sneer is gone now, simmered down to what could be a genuine smile. you weigh your options, dull red flashing lights go off in your mind but safety be damned– you need a pick me up. “fine, fine. i’d rather get something from you than just anybody.” tooru looks a little surprised at your admittance, but you plop yourself on his bed before you can stare up at his pretty face any longer. he turns his back to you in favor of his desk, clearing space and procuring his debit card and a dollar bill before popping the lid on the pills and grabbing one.

you don’t watch him crush the pill, and that’s your fatal mistake.

all too soon, zoned out staring around the room while lost in your pitiful thoughts, tooru calls you over. “you’re a big girl, I’m sure you know how to snort it” his voice is teasing, but you fail to notice just how focused he looks staring down at you. you grab a cut straw, no longer than two inches, and line one end to your nose and the other to the white line.

it feels wrong.

you know you’re fucked as the last of the pretty white line vanishes through the end of a cut-up straw and into your nose. that too pretty smile tooru’s wearing almost looks sinister as the feeling of prickles dances across your brain and the feeling of slight numbness snakes up your appendages. it’s cemented further when drowsiness sinks in.

worst of all, you know you’ve lost when tooru’s featherlight touch across your bottom lip has you sucking his thumb like your boyfriend isn’t somewhere else in the same house.

god this so wrong, but the way tooru ushers you backwards until the back of your knees meet his bed, and you fall on your back feels nice. everything feels nice, his thumb in your mouth, his comforter on your back. the way he’s staring down at you, laser-focused on just you… it’s verynice.

but incredibly wrong.

hajime is in a room nearby, the fact eats at you.

tooru withdraws his hand from your face, thumb briefly pressing along your plush lips before crawling over you. he buries his head in your neck, nibbling and sucking along the length of it like a starved dog. you whimper, it’s wrong but why does it feel so good? a particularly nasty bite forces a moan from your mouth, mind spinning at the pleasure despite the numbness.

you’re terrible for getting off on this, you’re a terrible girlfriend. tooru, evidently, is a terrible boyfriend. he drugged you but who’s gonna believe you? you did agree to do it, you didn’t ask what it was. your thoughts are spiraling.

tooru’s hand leaves a blazing trail up your thigh, sliding up underneath your little dress and squeezing your upper thigh. you don’t like this. weakly, you grab onto tooru’s wrist in an attempt to halt his movements. he shakes it off, kissing along your jaw before mumbling to what you assume is more-so to himself than you.

“knew i was gonna fuck you when you strolled up in this, hajime’s really missing out tonight”

tears bubble to your eyes.

you really don’t want this.

“fancy meeting you here.”

your voice was like a caress, soft and gentle, in sharp contrast to the cool metal biting at the skin of his throat. oikawa could feel the length of your body pressed against his back, was acutely aware of the steady rise and fall of your chest. feigning calm, he adjusted the lapels of his suit.

“not so surprising considering you’ve been waiting for me to come out here since the ball started,” he drawled, the slight bobbing of his throat as he spoke causing the blade to cut into his skin. a thin line of blood smeared the edge of the dagger, a slow trickle rolling down his throat, staining the collar of his white shirt.

“i knew you’d come,” you breathed, your lips soft where they brushed against the shell of his ear.

“how’d you work that one out?” he teased, lips quirking upwards in a smirk, his hand reaching backwards to stroke gently down your outer thigh.

“you like a bit of danger,” you stated simply, teeth catching on his ear lobe and tugging gently. oikawa drew in a sharp breath, swallowing slightly, all his senses narrowing to that single point. the feel of your lips on his skin was almost enough for him to forget about the blade at his throat.

“do i?” he questioned, his fingers wrapping around your wrist, the sudden contact making you falter slightly. with one swift movement, he rolled your arm downward, pinning it to his chest. “because i think it’s you who likes a little danger.”

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[ — ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ] [ — ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ]

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— headcanons:

nothing yet…

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ɪᴡᴀɪᴢᴜᴍɪ ʜᴀᴊɪᴍᴇ ◃ ۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

— headcanons:

nothing yet…

Starry Night. | Oikawa Tooru

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x fem! reader

A/N: Some New Years Fluff~ Please note, this an old fic of mine (slightly edited) that I’m reposting on tumblr. Thanks! Wishing everyone well for the new year xx Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated 

It was a crisp winter’s night in Tokyo. The street was filled with joy and laughter of people gathered for the countdown to New Years. The loud popping sound of small fireworks and sparklers were set off mixed with children’s squeals of excitement added to the warm atmosphere created. New Years was something many, if not all people looked forward to. The beginning of a new adventure or a chance to wipe the slate clean. The coming of a new year also meant the accomplishment of surviving the last. Hope.

Two hours later, the once lively street was empty. It’s residents residing in the comfort of their homes tucked under warm sheets. All except two. The pair sat atop one of roofs  wrapped up in a thick blanket sipping hot chocolate. The clear night sky was velvety black decorated with the millions of twinkling stars that dazzled like diamonds. It was one of those breathtaking sights that were etched into ones memory that no camera could capture. The light breeze that blew by, the twining stars and the person who you shared the moment with.

“Look, Tooru!” y/n pointed towards the three stars that were closely aligned. “There’s Orion’s Belt.”

“Ehhhh. Is that the only constellation you know, y/n-chan?” Tooru mumbled, mocking disappointment.

“ After all of those astrology sessions with me I thought you’d know mo- Ouch!”

The brunette was cut off by hot chocolate burning his tongue. Y/n laughed lightly at Tooru’s pouty face, watching as he mumbled incoherently about his poor tongue and how it was the hot chocolate’s fault.

"Shut up, it’s my favorite one. And Idopay attention. ” Y/n scoffed, playfully pulling the setters nose, grinning at his protests.

A short exchange of Tooru’s pleading cries and y/n’s laughs soon died down after Tooru’s successful puppy dog face had won them over as it did many times before. He acted like such a kid sometimes, but that was one of his endearing qualities. From their play fights to simply lazing around in each other’s arms, those were the moments that y/n treasured the most.


Y/ns eyes softened watching Tooru rubbing his nose as he rambled about it being red like Rudolph or something, she assumed, not fully paying attention, lost in her thoughts in admiring the person before her. The way his nose scrunched up was one of the cutest things. And when he’d sing her name or the way his eyes lit up, bright specks that rivaled the stars above whenever he’d catch her gaze, just as he did now. A cheeky smile graced Tooru’s lips as he caught her staring. Leaning in, one hand tilting her head slightly, his lips pressed to hers moulding perfectly into a sweet kiss. Pulling back, Tooru lightly bumped his nose against y/n’s, humming happily as she reciprocated, teasingly rubbing her nose against before pulling away as a soft laugh left her lips.

“They’re so beautiful.” Tooru breathed out, glancing up at the night sky. It was clear tonight. The black velvet above was graced by the stars that danced in celebration.Tthe perfect backdrop to the falling snow. 

Y/n mirrored his actions, humming in agreement as she snuggled closer, resting her against his chest encased in his arms.

Tooru’s eyes flickered to y/n. “You know what else is beautiful?” Taking her silence as his queue, he paused for dramatic effect, building up the tension before he replied; "Me~“

A blanket of silence fell over the pair as y/n registered his reply. An exasperated sigh left y/n’s lips; "Really Tooru? really?” She mumbled, burying herself deeper into his chest taking in his vanilla scent. A short laugh escaped her lips as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. 

Going into the new year with someone who would always there for you is a blessing in itself.

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You nervously tapped your pencil eraser against the top of your desk, ignoring the growing pit in your stomach. Matsukawa was never late. Not without texting you, that is. In all of your two years of friendship, he had always made sure to message you and make you aware when he wouldn’t be in or on time. He knew you had anxiety, and thus made sure to do all he could to keep you comfortable.

It was hard to resist the urge to glance at your phone screen, but somehow you managed. You knew that if Issei texted you, the screen would light up and a small ping would resound from your device. The ringing of the next class bell startled you, so much so that you actually dropped your phone. Your heart pounded in your chest as you attempted to simultaneously calm down and pick up the electronic.

Before you could reach it, a pale hand shot out, gently lifting it from the floor and setting it onto the desk. You blinked in surprise, trying to figure out who had helped you without seeming like some creep. When you heard the slight laughter, you jumped, quickly straightening your posture.

Oikawa was standing in front of you, his umber eyes flitting around the room in confusion. You wondered why he had arrived at your classroom, before remembering the bell. Ah, that’s right, it’s lunch time. He must have come here to see Matsukawa so they could walk together to lunch. Expression twisting into one of anxiety, you looked at the phone now sitting on your desk, realizing the screen was slightly cracked. There were still no notifications.

“Y/N, do you have any idea where Matsukawa is?”

You weren’t sure how much longer you would be able to hold it together, and opted to turn and pretend to search through your bag after shaking your head in denial. Tooru frowned, scratching the back of his neck a few times.

“Do you?”

There was a slight crack in your voice, your throat constricting uncomfortably when you spoke. 

“I might,” he muttered, looking off to the side in thought. You leapt up at this, grabbing the captain’s free hand and clasping it tightly.

“Is he alright? Did something happen?”

Oikawa’s heart sped up due to the proximity and the way your smaller hands squeezed around his. God, you were wonderful. But he couldn’t break the act just yet. Feigning deep thought, he took a few moments to answer, narrowing his eyes as the seconds passed.

“Well, last night he told me some things… I tried to check up on him but he wouldn’t answer any texts.”

One glance at your forlorn and let down expression was enough to make the setter aware of his victory.

“There’s a lot to explain, but I think I might know where he is. I’m going to be busy all day, so if you’d like, maybe wait for me and after practice I’ll walk you home and explain. Is that alright?”

Your nodding was so eager that Tooru couldn’t help the smile breaking onto his lips. It quickly fell when the reality of the situation weighed in on his mind; you were acting so eager to hear about a bastard who didn’t even deserve the time of day. Well, who hadn’t deserved the time of day. Luckily he wouldn’t be bothering you anymore. Your love made sure of it, of course.

The wait was tortuous. The entire day seemed to last for months, hours turning into days and minutes into hours. You had asked around, wondering if Issei had spoken to anyone besides Oikawa last night. The verdict was negative, even the Seijoh volleyball team didn’t know what was going on. It wasn’t like him to miss practice, much less without a warning or explanation.

The pit in your stomach eagerly grew with each passing class. By the time school was over and you were left to wait for practice to end, it weighed heavier than any burden you had ever shouldered alone. There had never been a reason for you to make friends besides Issei and Kaori, but Kaori was busy with club activities so you were unable to vent to her. When you explained the situation she had completely understood, shooing you away with promises to make an excuse for you.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t focus on your homework. A voice in the back of your mind was screaming that something was so terribly wrong. Had he gotten hurt? Did the girl he walked with do something to him? Or did he just end up staying over at her house? You never did get her name, so for all you know she could also be absent. It wouldn’t be out of character for Matsukawa to skip a day to help someone he cared about.

On days when you had been sick and your parents had been too busy to take care of you, Issei had pretended to be under the weather so he could sneak over to your house and help nurse you back to health. But even then, he would explain the situation to his teammates, and they would all cover for him. So, if that was the case now, why hadn’t he said anything? Why did he only tell Oikawa?

It just didn’t seem to add up. Matsukawa was closer to a few other guys on the team than he was to Tooru, so why was he the only one who knew what was going on?

Shaking your head, you patted your cheeks a few times to calm yourself down. You couldn’t let your overthinking get the best of you. Oikawa would never lie to you like that. He was a playboy, sure, and liked to flirt with literally everyone, but that didn’t make him someone who would hurt your best friend. Here you were again, letting your thoughts get away from you and become overpowered by anxiety.

While you were stuck in your own mind, struggling with your intuition and logic, volleyball practice had promptly wrapped up. When the sound of shouted calls and balls hitting the court ceased, you looked up from the question you had been staring at and noticed that most of the guys had made their way to the locker room to grab their bags. You stood up, eagerly stuffing the papers you hadn’t made any progress on into your bag as you almost tripped over your feet running down the staircase from the stands.

Oikawa was waiting for you at the bottom, one hand on his hip and the other slinging his volleyball bag over his shoulder. He watched you almost stumble down the steps, letting out a soft chuckle whilst you scampered over to him. Soft puffs of breath left your mouth and adrenaline coursed through your veins. You were finally going to find out what happened to Issei!

“Follow me, cutie.”

The rest of the team had already left, and since you were the last out it was your job to turn the lights off. The gym slowly dimmed, row after row of lights shutting off. Tooru started with the bright LED fixtures closest to you, flicking the light switches one by one. Eventually, he stopped, leaving one light on. This action confused you, so you drew your eyes away from the ceiling to his face, bewilderment written all over your countenance.

Tooru was tempted to turn every light off. Would you cling to him in fear? Would you scream? Or would you find comfort in the pitch black, while he broke the news about your ‘friend’.

No, as much as he wanted to, Oikawa knew it would be much more enjoyable and satisfying to see your face. He wanted to watch your expression crumble while pretty tears of disbelief gathered in the corners of those beautiful eyes. The setter wanted to see how you shook and trembled.

He wanted to see every single side of you.

“Y/N, Matsukawa… he’s…”

God, he hated the way you perked up when he uttered that stupid name.

“He’s dead.”

Your features immediately fell, eyelids fluttering open and shut as you tried to comprehend the words that just left Tooru’s mouth. Your mind raced at the speed of light, questions tumbling out of your mouth with a broken and unsettled tone.

“What do you mean? How do you- how do you even know? Is this some prank? Where the hell is Isse-”

Just as his name was about to leave your mouth, Oikawa covered your lips with his palm. There was a smoldering hatred in his eyes, one of pure malice and discontent. The look alone sent shivers down your spine, leaving your knees trembling as tears began to blur your vision. What was happening? Why was he doing this? You tried to make space between you, but eventually ran out of room as your back hit the hard wall.

“I know because I killed him myself. And you know I’m not one to half-ass something like that, right princess?”

The word betrayal was an understatement to the immense pain you felt. The tears that had been gathering in your glossy eyes spilled over, slipping down your cheeks and onto Tooru’s hand. You looked so adorable like this, he thought, your protests muffled as you weakly tried to shove him away.

“It’s not my fault, you’re the one who liked him in the first place. If you didn’t fall in love with him, he would still be alive now.”

This was… your fault?

“You know, I’ve liked you for two years. Every time I saw your adorable face in the stands at our games, I pushed myself past my limits in the hopes that it was me you came to see. I never imagined in my wildest dreams that you would show up in my little fanclub.”

The tremors shaking your body were so violent you were having trouble breathing. You were starting to hyperventilate. Desperately clawing at the hand covering your mouth, you tried your best to steady your hand enough to dig your nails in, but the attempt was to no avail.

“Imagine my pain when you told me you liked someone else. Let alone, someone so unworthy of your attention. That hurt like hell, doll.”

His tone was nothing but a growl as he pressed harder against your mouth, stifling your breath. The world around you began to fade to black, noir clouds creeping across your vision as your grip on his arms lessened. Eventually, you passed out, collapsing forward into Oikawa’s waiting arms.

“Hm, I guess you really are my kryptonite. Good thing I have you all to myself now, right?”

:  @kray-dragon,@lagoonsmainacc,@steampunkhell

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A loud cheer left your lips as Seijoh secured yet another point. The game had progressed into the third set, and the score was now 15-24, your hometeam only one point away from victory. Kaori trembled in excitement next to you, her cheeks pinking under the heat of the gym lights. She had caught Oikawa’s eyes more than once as they drifted up to your seats, and just that fact alone was enough to set her face aflame. Had she finally gotten the captain to notice her?

No, the only person Tooru could ever see was you.

You hadn’t noticed the setter’s longing stares, more focused on the player with a big number 2 on his back. He smirked at his fellow blocker once the ball smacked against the opposite end of the court, silently celebrating his success. A smile creeped across your lips as you watched the display, heart thumping unsteadily in your chest. Matsukawa’s brown eyes flitted to your face for a moment, drinking in your beam before grinning back.

The interaction was brief, but Oikawa didn’t miss anything. He almost wished he didn’t see the way your expression brightened for the few seconds you basked in Issei’s attention, or the unsteady hand you clenched against your chest when he looked away. Tooru was unable to keep his left eye from twitching slightly as a wave of irritation slammed into him like a tsunami. So that was who you liked, huh?

What did Matsukawa Issei have that he didn’t?

Oikawa was extremely aggressive for the last point, serving so hard that a player on the opposing team got hit and ended up with a bloody nose. Everyone just figured he was excited to win and the adrenaline of the finishing play had gotten to him. Well, they weren’t entirely wrong. He was excited to win. But, the player he had ‘accidentally’ hit looked strangely similar to Matsukawa.

There was nothing wrong with some harmless target practice, right?

Once the game was over, you couldn’t stop yourself from rushing down from the stands over to the Seijoh team. Kaori was close behind you, clutching a clean towel that she planned to give to Oikawa. You barely awarded said man a glance as you dashed right by him, already on your way to Matsukawa’s side.

The hand Tooru had lifted to cheekily wave in greeting hung awkwardly at his side for a good three seconds after you passed. He couldn’t suppress the jealousy bubbling in his stomach. It felt acidic, burning and dangerous. However, the player was forced to quickly swallow the venom crawling up his throat as he noticed Kaori nervously shuffling up to him.

“You did great out there,” you exclaimed, handing your best friend his water bottle. He gave you his signature droopy-eyed smile as he took the drink from your hand. Oikawa’s hands were trembling as he gripped the towel your friend had given him, finding the sickeningly sweet smile she wore nothing short of disgusting.

Eventually, after about three insufferable minutes of listening to you chat it up with the lazy bastard you had set your sights on, Tooru couldn’t handle it anymore. He whipped around, setting his sights on your back, which was facing him. Matsukawa quirked an eyebrow at his captain’s rigid stance but ignored it, continuing his conversation with you. Without a moment of hesitation, the setter crept up behind you, wrapping his long arms around your waist and setting his chin on your shoulder, dangerously close to your ear.

“I didn’t know you knew Matsukawa, cutie!”

His voice was sultry, and his breath sent shivers down your spine because of his close proximity. Oikawa ignored the flutter in his stomach, opting to let out a sad hum and pout. You sighed, shimmying out of the boy’s hold, before turning to him.

“He’s my best friend.”

There was a warning in your eyes, because you knew he was aware of how you felt about Issei. Tooru feigned ignorance, innocently tilting his head in wonder. Matsukawa rolled his eyes and sighed, bending down and beginning to pack his volleyball bag that was sitting on the bench.

“Don’t be weird, Oikawa.”

Suddenly, he stopped, straightening his posture as he turned to look at you guiltily.

“Ah, Y/N, I’m not going to be able to walk you home today… I have to walk someone else.”

It was difficult to hide the way your heart broke as Issei muttered his excuse, but somehow you managed. After all, you had seen him date other people before. This would be no different. Pulling a weak smile onto your lips, you silently handed him his towel while nodding.

“Perfect! I’ll take her home then.”

Oikawa’s quip had been unexpected, and left your jaw to drop slightly in shock. Oh, hell no. You desperately pulled out your phone, hoping to feign getting a text from your parents. Before you could turn it on, a hand covered the screen, keeping you from clicking anything. Fear gripped your heart as you slowly dragged your gaze up, meeting the playboy’s face. You then noticed the knowing grin that was playing on his lips.

There would be no way out of this one.

You quickly learned that slowing your pace in hopes of being able to lag behind slightly and defeat the notion that you two were really walking home together didn’t work, as Tooru would just wait for you to be by his side before beginning his walk again. The silence was deafening, and unfortunately it gave you time to mull over the entire reason you were walking with the team captain in the first place - Matsukawa had been busy with someone else.

You had no right to be jealous. You and him weren’t even dating, for god’s sake! Unfortunately, that didn’t stop said emotion from plaguing your mind, mixing with the poignant sorrow that already sat there. It was a wonder that you weren’t used to this, you had been in love with Issei for two years and he had never shown any romantic interest in you. For so long, you stood idly by while he weeded through girlfriends and crushes, unable to ever confess your own feelings. 

Silently clutching your bag a bit tighter, you willed your eyes to stay glued on the pavement in front of you. Your slight tenses didn’t go unnoticed by Oikawa, who’s chocolate brown orbs flickered to you the moment you moved. He was quiet for a second, drinking in your conflicted expression and stance, before dragging his gaze away.

“Does he know how you feel?”

You weren’t able to verbally answer, choosing to just shake your head instead.

“Thought so,” he muttered, a wry smile playing on his lips. 

The absence of conversation was slightly more comfortable after that, but you didn’t know how much longer you could hold back your tears. It just hurt so, so much. Without even a glance in your direction, Oikawa placed his hand gently upon your head, his lithe fingers slightly carding your locks aside to find a comfortable resting place. This action froze you in your spot, which it seemed he predicted, considering he stopped at the exact same time. When you turned your face to him, intending to question his strange behavior, his hand slipped to your cheek, thumb caressing under your eye with unrivaled gentleness.

“Don’t cry over someone like him. He doesn’t deserve it.”

There was a certain softness in Tooru’s eyes, the brown seeming more like the color of oak bark when bright leaf filtered sunlight hits it just right. But deep down in his gaze, somewhere hidden below, was a darkness, something terrifying and dangerous. Against every cell in your body, your cheeks heavily heated at the affectionate action.

After a few moments of trying to catch your breath, you realized your surroundings looked eerily familiar. Once you spared more than a glance at them, it hit you - you were outside of your house. How did you get here so quickly? And how did Oikawa know where you lived? He never once asked for directions. Before you could ask any questions, he removed his hand, giving you a gentle nudge towards your front door.

You offered a small smile, turning on your heel and walking up the path to the entrance. Maybe he wasn’t as bad as you thought he was.

You never did look back to see if he had left.

No, he didn’t leave. Tooru stayed outside your home for almost an hour after you had gone inside, simply watching lights flicker on and off as you made your way through the house. It gave him an odd sense of peace, slowing his heart down to the pace it would take when one was meditating. But any time he thought of the boy who had hurt you, it spiked so violently he had to catch his breath.

How dare he. Not that Matsukawa was worth your time anyways. He didn’t deserve a single sliver of your existence, he didn’t even deserve to breathe your air. No, and he wouldn’t any longer. You were an angel among men, a diamond in the rough, and any other person was lucky to be in your presence.

You needed to be protected.

Everyone else would only hurt you, they would only taint you and use you like Matsukawa did. Well, lucky for you, Oikawa was more than glad to fill the role of the princess’s knight. He would burn the world down if it meant you would be his.

Flicking out his phone, the captain typed a few things before holding it up to his ear.

“Hey, Matsukawa, can I come over? I have some homework questions.”

: @kray-dragon,@lagoonsmainacc,@steampunkhell

I will never forgive my sister for pointing this out…

Happy Birthday | Tōru Oikawa x Reader

Of course, I had to upload something for Tōru’s birthday

Masterlist

Summary: Your son surprises Tōru.

I named the child kai because it bothers me to put s/n or c/n

When your son told you about his idea to surprise Tōru for his birthday you instantly encouraged him to do so. You knew his surprise would make your husband very happy.

You didn’t know a bit of Japanese and you couldn’t trust the internet translator either, so you ended up asking Oikawa’s friends for help.

For weeks you and your son were zoom with Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, and Hanamaki. The trio was in charge of teaching Kai how to pronounce the words that she wanted to dedicate to her father.

You were really grateful to the three of them for taking the time to be able to help them and for having the patience to teach Kai. Then you will be in charge of sending them alfajores and dulce de leche as a thank you.

Tōru’s birthday had finally arrived and you could feel your little one’s nerves because he was too quiet while he helped you prepare breakfast for the birthday boy.

“You don’t have to be nervous, Kai” you tousled it affectionately “You practiced a lot so it will be fine”

After that, the two of them headed up to your bedroom. You smiled when you saw your husband, even sleeping he looked beautiful.

“Tōru” you called him and placed the tray carefully on the night table “Tōru” you pricked his cheek.

“Mmm”

“Happy birthday, Tōru”

When Oikawa opened his eyes he met your smile. He pulled his hand out from under the covers to take yours and pull your body with him into the house, making you laugh. It was music to his ears. A very good way to start his birthday.

“Come on Kai, don’t you want to say hi to your dad?” You called him when you saw him stay at the door.

The boy took a step forward and looked at his hands before looking at you two.

“Happy birthday, dad” you nodded with a smile making the little one feel more confident “You are the best! I love you!”

Tōru started crying when he heard his son speak in Japanese. Of course, Kai didn’t have a perfect pronunciation but he didn’t care about that, it meant a lot to him that his son will take the time to learn those words in his native language.

You weren’t surprised to see your husband with tears in his eyes. You knew he regretted not having enough time to teach him Japanese so at this moment he will treasure it forever.

“Did I say it wrong? Didn’t you like it?” Kai asked nervously thinking that that was the reason for Oikawa’s tears.

“No, no, no, you did it perfectly” he said as he awkwardly got up from the bed and ran to hug him “Thank you very much”

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