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-Oikawa, the type of boyfriend to call you at any given time because he misses hearing your voice.
-Oikawa, the type of boyfriend to be jealous and play it off as a joke. He'd say things along the lines of I get it, you'd rather leave me to be with him huh? with a smug look on his face.
-Oikawa, the type of boyfriend to love matching with you. He'd enjoy anything that screams that you're together like matching fits and keychains.
-Oikawa, the type of boyfriend to love holding your hand. When he's walking with you hand in hand, he'd occasionally swing your arms around. He also loves it when it's cold to give him an excuse to keep your hand in his pocket to keep you warm.
-Oikawa, the type of boyfriend to be extra clingy. You could be getting up to use the restroom and he'd say Where are you going without meee?
-Oikawa, the type of boyfriend to act like a man child around you. He loves being cared for and you giving him your full attention.
-Oikawa, the type of boyfriend to win over your parents in a quick swoop. He'd know what to gifts to bring and impress them with his words, as he'd speak very highly of you.
-Oikawa, the type of boyfriend to love watching you try to ride him. He'd put a grip on the side of your hips and jam you down onto his dick, watching you struggle he'd enjoy degrading and teasing you.
-Oikawa, the type of boyfriend to moan and whimper in your ear as he feels your pulsating walls wrap around him. He loves driving you insane when he starts to whisper to you about how good you feel around his cock.
-Oikawa, the type of boyfriend to prepare you a warm bubble bath to soak in. He'd essentially do everything for you while praising you. His aftercare is mainly giving you kisses, praising you and making sure you felt good.
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Summary: Y/N is dragged to a volleyball bar night and desperately wants to leave, until a certain hitter starts talking to them.
The bar scene, you fucken hated the bar scene- not because you didn’t like to drink or you didn’t like hanging out with your friends. The bar was weird, it was hot, and you sweat more at a bar than running, and you had the pit stain evidence to prove it. You bar-hopped with your friends because that’s what they liked; you had to make sacrifices of your own sanity to make others happy.
The thing is- you are a scheming bastard. You promise yourself you will never be the first person to leave, but the second. The minute someone dips, you are out in the next five seconds. This way, no one feels hurt that you left. If someone mentioned it, you would retort back to the first person who left, “Why aren’t mentioning that _______ left?”
This bar night in particular was a volleyball reunion- the summer before everyone went back to work or school. There were a bunch of people at this event, and no one wanted to leave. It was already midnight- what do you mean that they want to stay another three hours? This bar was really bad- no good music and no good food. You were nursing your drink for over an hour- barely halfway in.
You were sitting in the booth, scrolling on your phone to check if there were any rides back to your place, thirty minutes away. The original plan was to drive back with your friend; she was having a good (wink wink) conversation with some guy with stupid-looking hair.
You were at the booth for another five minutes before someone interrupted your solemn alone time. Iwazumi, you talked to him a couple of times- here and there in group settings, so you knew he was an outside hitter. You also had a crush on him in high school, one you never took beyond the realm of imagination.
Iwazumi slumped on the opposite side of the booth: “Why can’t we just leave yet?”
You moved your phone to your pocket, “That’s what I was thinking? They want to stay for another two hours!”
“I don’t think I have the brain or liver capacity to continue to drink for another hour.”
“And it doesn’t help that this shitty bar doesn’t have any good food.”
Iwazumi huffs, “So why don’t you just go then?”
“I have this unspoken rule where I can’t be the first person to leave an event. Also, it seems like my ride isn’t ready to leave-she'se talking to shitty hair over there.” You point to your friend, still talking to the guy.
Iwazmi starts to chuckle.
“What’s so funny- you think his hair is stupid, right?”
“No- well, yes, his hair is stupid like a mop placed on his head. But, your friend is talking to my ride, ShittyKawa.”
“Wait- that’s Oikawa? I would assume he would be better looking by now, but dam,n his hair is awful still.”
“Don’t tell him that, I saw him put two cans of hairspray on his hair to prevent the ' demons of humidity'.
“Damn, all that work for nothing.” You hear your stomach grumble- “If I don’t eat in the next thirty minutes, I’m going to fall asleep on this table.”
“There is a halal truck down the street if you want to go.”
You whined- “I can’t go bymyself, that breaks my moral conduct.” You slammed your head on the table.
Iwazumi grins sheepishly, “I was asking if you wanted to go together. I will leave first, and then you can follow after.”
Your head jumps off the table, “Really- yes,s please. Let’s go now!”
You grabbed Iwazumi’s hand and raced out the door. Barely paying mind to your friends, who seemed content in their own worlds. The butterflies you felt back in high school for Iwa came back to you in a flash. It was much easier to talk to him; you wondered what would have happened if you tried.
Once you got out the door, you realized you had no idea where to go. Iwazumi pulls your hand, and you follow. After getting your plates, you both sit down on a bench in a little park.
You started eating as if your life depended on it. In between bites, you yell, “This is the best food known tomankindd.”
Iwazumi chuckles, “I wouldn’t say that, I think it's a mixture of alcohol, hunger,r and tiredness.”
“Who cares? Food is food.”
“Hey, you got some sauce on your face.” Iwazumi points to where the spot would be if it were his face.
“Here”, you dabbed a place with no stain.
He shook his head, “No.”
“Here”
“No”
“Here”
“You know what.” He grabbed his napkin and gently patted the sauce off your face. “There's much better.”
Your heart starts racing like a kid again. You don’t know if it's the alcohol talking or the confidence booster you just received, but you decided to talk to him, about anything really.
The conversation flows, and it’s already 1:30 am. You look at your phone and see that your friend, your ri, de texted that she will be staying at someone’s house.
“That’s just great.”
“What happened now?”
“I don’t have a ride home.”
“Shittykawa is taking your friend to his place.”
“Yep, it seems like people don’t change.”
Iwazumi thinks for a minute, “My apartment is just a twenty-minute walk from here if you want to crash.”
“No, I can’t.” You started to squirm, and Iwazumi realized whathe'de saidmighty have a double meaning.
“You can just sleep on the couch, and I can drive you back in the morning. I am not going to do anything if that’s what you're thinking.”
“No, no- I wasn’t thinking anything beyond that.” You lied. “If it’s okay, that should be fine.”
Both of you start walking to his apartment, with both of your heartstrings tugging at each other. asyou continue the conversation. Iwazumi thinks this could be something.
Epilogue:
Oikawa and your friend were spying on you the entire time.
“They took the bait,” Oikaw.a
“No shit, they did. They liked each other since high school and never made a move on each other.”
remember when Iwa would stare at y/n and get so upset if he didn’t see them at the game.”
“He couldn’t be mad at them; he didn’t talk to y/n.”
quack quack
tooru oikawa x f!reader
Haikyuu: one shots part 1
SUMMARY: being Hajime Iwaizumi's younger sister means bearing the annoying constant figure called Tooru Oikawa. wherever you go with Hajime, he's always there. and you have started to notice, he isn't hiding his true feelings from you.
WARNING: this doesn't follow the original plot line of Haikyuu, there may be grammar and spelling mistakes since English isn't my first language. ai is not used in my work. holy mischaracterization.
have a fun reading y'all🏐
Being Hajime Iwaizumi's little sister, by only two years, means dealing with Tooru all the time after school, after practice matches and hangouts. And it has always been the worst time of the day for you since all he does is make fun of you and pinch your cheeks and ruin your hair. You have always hated to come back home after school because you know he is there waiting to play with you like a volleyball. Iwaizumi always yells at him for it. At least your brother is on your side.
You sigh as your hand reaches for the door handle of your house. Your parents aren't home like usual however the halls are strangely calm and quiet, nothing like your usual greeting but anyways...
"Brother!" You call out after placing your shoes into the shoebox, you look around but no one seems to be around so you just sigh before walking towards your room to take a quick nap.
The slight running water sounds comes from Hajime's room so you automatically assume he is taking a shower after his practices. He really hates being smelly around the house so the first thing he usually does is to start for the showers.
The second you enter your room, you let out a scream at the sight of a boy looking at the pictures on your desk. You throw your bag at him and then take a plushie from the small couch right beside the door and aim it at him. "What are you doing in my room!? Get out!" You yell at Tooru who covers his face to protect himself for further attacks coming from you. And you fulfill his expectations by throwing a book at his leg that overs his stomach area and he screams like a girl after flinching.
"Pause!" He yells, his eyes are shut before he slowly opens them to look at you. He fixes his posture, clothes and hair after noticing you aren't throwing another thing at him. "What? Scared I'll murder you?" Tooru steps forwards with his classic smirk on his face.
"No matter how much I've known you from childhood, you are still a boy and a threat. One that almost begs to be beaten by my brother. You cross your arms confidently and shake your head at him to annoy him.
"Me, the almighty Oikawa Tooru? A threat? Pfft, don't make me laugh. That's like the stupidest thing I have ever heard, at least outside the court," he shrugs before continuing, "Your brother can beat the hell out of me, for me, nothing beats your scared reaction." He is still grinning at you like he hasn't just gotten attacked by a bag, a plushie and a book, a thousand pages book.
"My scared reaction? You were screaming like a girl, hell, your voice was more high-pitched than mine." You scrunch up your nose at him with a pout. Your lips are naturally pouty yet he never misses to make fun of that too.
Tooru walks up to you close enough to lean in and pinch your cheeks, rubbing and squeezing them. "Now, don't go pouting again. You know what, you look exactly like a duck. I don't even know how I never noticed that, silly me... Maybe I should call you quack, how does that sound? Quack quack." He says while kneading your cheeks.
"You're ruining my make up." You say, unfortunately in a funny voice because he keeps on playing with your cheeks which messes up your lips as well. He is also making, probably without even noticing, stupid faces while playing with your cheeks.
"Do I genuinely give you the vibe that says 'I care about your make up' when I can play with your cheeks like stress balls all day?" he makes a disgusted face at the thought and you roll your eyes, well knowing not even the hardest push can stop him.
He then just cups your cheek, slightly squeezing them but just holding them while watching your expression. His eyes are slightly wide open, he is smiling rather than revealing a smirk like his usual.
"Tooru? Where the heck are you again?" You hear your brother yelling from outside your room, his footsteps getting closer.. Fear flashes through Tooru's face yet he does no movement to let go of your face like he is holding onto you. "Tooru?" He calls out before pausing. "What the fuck are you doing in my sister's room!?" He says aggressively after seeing him in your room while holding your cheeks with his face close to yours more than ever.
"Hah... nothing, nothing.." He replies awkwardly before slowly pulling away and patting your head. "Just chatting with chibi-chan here. Right?" Tooru turns to you, kindly giving you threats.
"No. He was squeezing my cheeks and looked like he was about to kiss me." You may have exaggerated the last part but you don't care since he just said he doesn't care if your brother beat the hell out of him.
"What? No, Iwa chan! Nuh-uh! That's going to happen on her birthday, not today!" He jabs a finger at your lips. You place a hand over your chest and gasp dramatically, well knowing your brother will always be on your side.
"You were going to kiss her!?" Hajime yells angrily as he grabs the volleyball that sits in the hallway before my room. I nod while pouting and frowning.
"He was, brother." You say softly before pointing at Tooru who stands in fear and shock behind you. "He even insulted my face, called me a duck! He literally called me quack quack!" You look pretty offended when you're just putting on a show.
"You called her a duck!?" Hajime aims the volleyball at the other boy who pulls you in front of him to make you shield him. You feel his forehead pressed against the back of your head while his hands tightly grip your shoulders to make you stand in front of him.
"She does look like a duck, you said it yourself the other day! So why am I the one getting blamed now..." Tooru raises his head once to yell back but then immediately yelps and hides his face again when he notices the ball.
"I called her a cute duck, you are insulting her! The heck do you mean quack quack?!" Hajime yells as he walks up to you and the second Tooru notices it, he wraps his arms around you to pull you back with him. His forehead is still pressed against the back of your head.
"I wasn't insulting her! Ducks are cute. She is just... well, less cuter." He rests his chin on your shoulder and you just groan from his words, tired from his childish behavior. His arms are lazily yet tightly wrapped around your waist as he raises one hand to your cheeks to squeeze them to make you look more like a duck, an uglier one.
"Tooru, let go of me." You say with a calm voice but obviously a tired and angry one. But your voice just sounds stupider than anything with how he's still squeezing your cheeks even from behind.
"You heard her! Let go of my sister you shittykawa!" He says as he throws the volleyball at him thoughtlessly, not even thinking where he just threw it. The ball finds your face in a speed you can't even think of. For a minute you just stay there, both in shock and in pain. "Shit.. See what you made me do!?" Hajime yells before stepping towards you guys but Tooru keeps you close to him as he turns your face to face him.
"Are you hurt? No, right?" He asks, softer than any of his tones. His hand on your waist turns you just slightly towards him as he checks on her.
"Yeah, I'm hurt you dumbass." You say angrily, well knowing you got the hit due to his dramatic dumb ass, like always. He bits the corner of his lips before leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek and pulling back with a smirk.
"Hope that'll heal you, quack quack." He winks and ruffles your hair before running right outside the door to hide from the oldest Iwaizumi. You can hear Hajime yelling Tooru to get his ass back here so he can hit him worse than anything while Tooru just screams like his usual. And you just stand there, one cheek red from the volleyball hitting your face, the other one red from the kiss. The fuck?
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Oikawa's definitely the type to sulk after having a small argument. And he wasn't even trying to hide it. Making it completely obvious from his actions and expressions. Petty, yes. But what could he possibly do? He hated the fact that you two had an argument for something so simple that could have been easily avoided. How did the argument even start? Clearly, he doesn't remember. All he knows was that both of you were stressed. Not in the mood—and things escalated further within the two of you. With his upcoming tournament—and your numerous amounts of paper works that needed to be done.
He sat there. He knows that you were avoiding him—ignoring him for the meantime—as if he doesn't exist. You were distracting yourself with paper works—to the point that you were practically burying your own grave with your work.
Oikawa sat still. The television was on—but he wasn't paying any attention. He had his focus on you. Arms crossed. Waiting for you to come up to him and coax him as you usually do.
But you didn't.
You sat there—glued to your chair. Upset at you fiancé. What did you guys even argue about? Clearly, you don't remember either. While your fingers continued to tap on the keyboard—you felt a tap on your shoulder. Drifting your gaze away from the screen, and from the papers—you looked up and met Oikawa's eyes. Before you could even ask—
"I'm..sorry." Oikawa's tone was soft. Far from his usual cocky tone that you would usually hear when he teases you. "We..were.." He paused his words. Soon, he began speaking more while your eyes were locked on each other. "I'm..sorry for raising my voice at you."
(hold on gang, idk if i should continue this headcanon LMAOOOOO)
one thing you’ll never understand is oikawa and his need to lay his weight on you.
when he notices you waiting outside the gym for him after his practice, a toothy grin plays on his lips while he tugs his arms around your shorter frame.
once your arms meet around him, he flushes his upper half against yours so you have no choice but to hold him tighter, for the sake of not falling to the pavement with him on top of you.
though more times than some, it happens as he just laughs through his apology picking you up in his gentle embrace. he’ll rub your head with a few head kisses while you complain about the impact of the collision.
you could be laying down on the couch when he decides to lay ontop of you, your chest as the perfect pillow for him to rest his head, his arms snaking under the small of you back.
he could lay like this for hours, and you agree the same. but just now you couldn’t, you had to pee and he wouldn’t budge. you’d nudge his head up to see his sleepy brown orbs flutter while he whined about being comfortable.
even so, he lets up and waits patiently for you to come back so he can lay on your chest again.
you never understand his fixation of leaning or laying on you, until he mutters against you, half-asleep, “i never want to lose you.”
