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hi i saw u wanted requests! could u do an oikawa x little!male!reader fluff fic? where reader regresses bc of stress and oikawa plays with him? thank u, feel free to ignore this if u dont wanna write it :) <3

⸻ this is so cute !! he's such a cutie pie!! i included a few head canons too ૮꒰ྀི´ ˘ `ʃƪ꒱ྀིა

NSFW DNI FOR THIS POST!! THIS IS SFW!

he would be so, so sweet. anything for his baby!

he's immediately able to tell when you're slipping and he just coos at you, telling you how cute you are.

if you're ever struggling to regress, he loves helping you !! he puts on a show for you and the two of you cuddle

"you're too small for that, little love. i'll do it for you."

i think he likes being called papa or just by his first name!! thinks your pretty little voice calling him "tooru" or just "'ru" is the cutest thing ever!

he calls you baby, little one, sweetheart, etc. he'll call you anything you want. he loves calling you pet names.

he loooooves playing with you! he'll do anything you want frfr. loves making forts and cuddling with you while the two of you watch movies!!

everything had seemed doable when you first accepted. your friends needing help with an assignment for class, the teachers assigning extra classwork for extra credit (which you needed), and your own homework. but things just kept piling up on top of that. you needed a shower, you had forgotten lunch, your computer was almost dead, and nobody would leave you alone.

it was to the point that you were close to crying by the time oikawa walked through the door of your shared apartment. he immediately noticed your teary eyes as he slipped off his shoes, making his way over to you.

"my sweet boy, c'mere. what's wrong?" he pulls you into a hug, petting your hair and smoothing out any loose hairs that were sticking up.

"jus' stressed. i dunno what to do." you sniffle, hands forming fists as you cling to his shirt. your mind was racing as you tried to figure out the best way to finish everything you needed to get done. "so many things to do. gotta keep working."

you could feel the stress getting to you, and in turn you could feel yourself slipping. that was the last thing you needed right now! you blinked back your tears, whining and sniffling quietly as you scooted closer to tooru. him being so gentle with you as he held you definitely wasn't helping your regressing mind, but you couldn't bring yourself to pull away. he was just so comforting.

"have you eaten today?" he questions, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead. a playful sigh leaves him as you slowly shake your head no. "alright, that's okay. you're not in trouble. you hungry?" he gets a nod in response. words must be hard for you right now.

"how about i make you a snack and i'll help you with this later?" tooru hummed, voice soft as he continued to run his fingers through your hair. you hesitated for a moment, before nodding your head. if he was suggesting it, surely a break would do you some good. your tooru always knew what was best for you.

he reaches over you to carefully save your tabs and work, before closing your computer. you point wordlessly towards the charger and he nods, seemingly understanding you as he plugs in the device before placing a few more kisses on your face.

"why don't you go get some toys and i'll get started on your snack?" he smiles wide, playfully rubbing his nose against yours as you giggle. "my sweet baby. so cute! i could just eat you up." tooru tickles at your sides as you squirm to get away from him, continuous giggles leaving you as he let's you scoot away.

once the two of you had returned to the living room after eating, you spread out your toys in front of the two of you, playing for as long as you'd like.

P.I.T.A.

Oikawa Tooru x Reader 

One-Shot, 2.5k words, also posted on AO3 under: withering_rose 

Under the cut: fluff, friends to lovers, palm kisses, and ‘I love you’s <3

‘Sickening’

That was the only word that came to my mind when seeing Oikawa Tooru’s fake smile. It charmed every girl he flashed it to, but seeing it from afar, it was sickly. 

Of course, only I and a select few others can recognize it. One of the perks of being quote-on-quote, “charming.” 

He’s good at it, I’ll give him that. I was fooled when I first talked to him as well. But you notice these things when you can do them yourself. I’m not saying that I would use my own charm in an evil way, but when push comes to shove, you need to fake it till you make it. It comes in handy when you’re forced to chat with people you don’t want to, or when you need to call in a favor. It is also really easy to make friends and allies. 

The only downfall is that the charm doesn’t work on those who realize you have it. Namely, those who also have that kind of charm. Most of the time. 

Apparently not this time. 

I’m a transfer student from the U.S.A., the greatest place on earth. So, being the new kid paired with my natural charm, I also am the talk of the school. I have been for the past few weeks since I moved here. 

Aoba Johsai is one of the best schools in the precinct. Although I’d much rather be back home in The States and be homeschooled. Anyways, back to what I was saying before: charm is usually seen through by those who possess it. But not this time. 

Oikawa Tooru is my very own PITA, as my dad says. Pain. In. The. Ass. 

“Yoo-hoo!” The tall brunette waves from across the hall. 

I shutter before trying to pretend I neither saw nor heard him. 

Other girls swoon over the boy, and, to be fair, I might have swooned once or twice. Otherwise, he is insanely obnoxious and childish. 

For context, let’s start from the beginning: 

It was the Friday of my first week at school in Japan. I hardly knew any Japanese and I was still trying to get used to everyone flocking me 24/7. 

I was in Oikawa’s homeroom. Like him, I was smart, but I didn’t know Japanese that well. How did I know him? I keep up with volleyball, especially for the school I was planning to transfer to. ‘The Great King’ is what they called him. 

I was walking home, which was a good way away, but there was also a convenience store on the way there. How convenient. 

I stopped there for a drink most of the time, to and from school. 

And just like every day before, I stopped to get a drink. 

As I was walking out of the shop, I heard the familiar airy voice of Oikawa Tooru. He was walking into the store with some of his fangirls. 

I slipped past the small group and made my way back to my house. 

As I walked, I messaged back some friends in the States. When I turned the corner, I saw a young boy, no more than 10 years old, standing on the sidewalk, hands fisted in his shorts’ pockets, kicking loose rocks into the street, muttering. 

After a week of walking back and forth between my house and school, I’d never seen this kid before. Or, any kid, really. 

In the best Japanese I could muster, I asked the boy if he was lost. 

He then proceeded to explain to me in a deadpan voice that his uncle had forgotten to pick him up at the train station today, and so he got bored and wandered off. 

He then continued on to say that my uniform looked familiar. To which I explained that I attended Aoba Johsai. His eyes lit up as he told me that is where his uncle goes to school as well. 

This piqued my interest and I asked him who his uncle was. 

“Oikawa Tooru.” 

Ugh. 

I went on to tell him that I had just seen his uncle at a convenience store a few blocks from where we were standing, but he was probably long gone by now. 

The boy sighed and asked me if I could help him find his grandmother’s house. To which I agreed and quickly messaged my parents, telling them I would be home later than expected. 

I have always had a soft spot for little kids. Most people my age don’t with the whole “yeet the child” “kick the baby” and so on. So I couldn’t help but walk the kid to the address written on a piece of paper. 

It was about 30 minutes after I had seen Oikawa walk into the store with the girls surrounding him. But when he opened the front door to his nephew, his smug look dropped into one of utter horror as he realized he had forgotten about him. 

He sputtered and stuttered out nonsense as the boy rolled his eyes and walked inside. Before the boy’s uncle could shut the door, he poked his head out and thanked me, before finally asking my name. 

I politely answered and asked him the same question back. 

“Takeru.” 

“Well,” I smiled, “It was a pleasure working with ya.” 

He smiled back and nodded, thanking me once more. 

Just as the boy was trying to close the door around his teen uncle, the tall brunette finally snapped back into reality. 

“Ah- thank you so much!” He was cut off by his nephew slamming the door. 

The rest was history. He has thanked me profusely for the next weeks and is continuing to do so. Every day, he has asked me to watch his practice, walk with him before and after school, or join him for lunch. 

I was polite and tried to be nice and attend one or two practices, or joined for lunch a few times. But after that, it became overbearing. It may be because I was one of the very few people that could see through his facade. That’s what Iwaizumi said, anyway. He claims that we are the same in that way. 

On paper, this whole situation looks like Oikawa is the helplessly in love romantic, while I am the love interest. 

But, to me, he’s just a pain in my ass. 

… 

I had gotten away from the tall setter and his raving fans by sneaking into my homeroom and eating my lunch there. I pulled out some of my homework, and decided to look over it and what I could finish the fastest. After careful consideration, I settled on an English writing assignment. 

I pulled out some sheets of lined paper, pens, and my AirPods. I put on some random playlist and was jamming out to that while I had a working lunch. 

So in tune with what I was doing, I didn’t notice the door to the classroom open and shut, or even the person walk over to me and pull up a chair until they plopped down in front of me. I jumped slightly, looking up at the person who startled me. 

The same brunette boy that has followed me around like a lost puppy for the past weeks. 

‘Can I ever catch a break from this guy?’ 

The short answer is no. 

“Do you need something?” I question plainly. 

“Come to my practice game after school.” He answers in the same manner, mocking me. 

I sigh before speaking again, “I’ll see if I can.” 

He stares down at my paper, his finger tracing over the English lettering. 

“I want you to be there.” He comments, not looking up. 

I smile while breathing out a soft laugh, “Why are you so adamant about me going to your practices?” 

Finally looking up from my paper, he answers, “I’m not sure,” He shrugs, “You’re like Iwa.”

“Oh?” I take a bite of my lunch before grabbing my pen and picking up where I left off on my assignment. 

“Yeah,” He takes out his lunch as he talks, “He is the only person who takes me seriously, whether I am faking it or not.” 

“Yep,” I smile while dotting the period on the page, “I’m not like other girls.” I joke. 

He lets out a laugh, much different from the ones he uses around his teammates and fangirls. 

After our laughter dies out, we sit in silence for a while. Comfortable silence. 

We spent the rest of our lunch break together chatting and joking. It was like a breath of fresh air. 

Once the break came to an end, our classmates spilled into the room and he went back to his assigned desk. 

After school, I went to his practice game. It was against some school called Karasuno. 

When they arrived I was chatting with Iwaizumi, both of us waiting for Oikawa to arrive. The team entered the gym and their coach, manager, and captain walked up to Iwa and me. They greeted us and their manager, Kiyoko was her name I think, was so intrigued that Aoba Johsai had a female manager too. 

I quickly explained that I wasn’t a manager, but instead a friend of some of the players. She only nodded and excused herself from the conversation. 

‘Rude…’

As the match started, I took a seat in the bleachers, close to the front so that I could see the game better. I wasn’t a pro volleyball player, but I was pretty decent when playing with my friends back in the States. So I know my way around a match. 

It was already toward the end of the second set and Oikawa still wasn’t there. I looked over at Iwaizumi who was standing on the side of the court and shot him a questioning look. He shrugged and went back to staring down at the other team. As the conspiring of the other team proceeding got more obvious, a dramatic entrance by the one and only Oikawa Tooru was made. 

He greeted his coach and his team while they seethed at him through their teeth for being late. He went off to warm up and analyzed the opposing team. When he joined in the third set, it was a close call between the teams, but Karasuno took the win in the end. 

I took to the court and interrogated Oikawa as to why he invited me to a practice game he was not even playing for the most part. He laughed and shrugged off the questions, leaving me alone on the court while he went to change quickly. 

About 15 minutes later, he came back in normal clothing and asked me to join him for a bite to eat. I hesitantly agreed and followed him to the familiar convenience store. 

We both grab some snacks and he leads me to a nearby park. He explained why he wasn’t there, then the main reason I was invited was to be sure that I would be around to go out with him after the match. To which I argued was a ‘stupid idea.’ 

We chatted for a while longer before he asked about us hanging out after school on specific days, whether it be to just hang out or to study together. I reluctantly agreed and it was settled. 

For the next month, we met every Wednesday and Saturday to hang out and study. Somedays Iwaizumi would join us, sometimes he wouldn’t. The two of us become closer with every passing day, to the point where my parents would ask if we were dating yet. 

It came increasingly close to summer break in Japan, which was strange for me since I was so used to the American school system. As the end of July neared, there were a few projects that were due after the six weeks when we were on break. 

I was sitting outside with some of my friends that I had made throughout the few months I was in school. We were making plans for hanging out while we were on break, but it was rudely interrupted by the ‘Great King.’ 

“What’s up?” I asked while swinging my head back to face him. 

“We need to hang out soon.” He deadpanned. Which was odd considering he didn’t normally do that when he was around other people. 

“Okay…?” I answered, unsure of his somewhat serious tone, “When?” 

“Next week? Saturday?” He was very curt and stiff in his replies. 

“Umm,” I hummed, checking the calendar on my phone, “Yeah, sure.” 

He let out a breath he had been holding and smiled at me before throwing up a peace sign as he left, his usual mannerisms returning. 

As quickly as the interaction started, it was over. The week had zoomed past. We had settled on Saturday at noon, he would pick me up and he had some ‘surprise plan’ that he refused to tell me about. 

If you hadn’t guessed it before, he planned out a whole date to confess to me. We went to an arcade and he won me my favorite stuffed animal. He had also bought me my favorite drink and treated me to the whole day. 

At the very end, he had dragged me to a particular bench that was very important to the history of our friendship. It was where we first officially met and he thanked me for helping Takeru. It was where he brought me after the practice match, it was also where we would sit when we would hang out. 

He excitedly sat me down on the bench and turned to me, hands folded in his lap, antsy energy radiating off of him. He stared at me for a few minutes before I finally asked him what he was doing. 

“I love you.” He blurted out. 

My face flushed red as well as his. We both had a shocked expression on our faces before he regained his composure and continued. 

“I want you to be my girlfriend.” 

I sat across from him, sputtering before I could get any words out. 

“I- uh…” I took a deep breath and finally spit out the words that I had been dreaming to say for weeks, “I love you, Tooru!” 

It was a little bit louder than I had expected, but he cupped my face with his hands and let out an airy laugh. 

“I’m so happy!” He smiled, “Now I get to show you off to everyone I see!” 

I giggled at his words, not taking him completely seriously until a stranger walked by and he turned to the unsuspecting man and said, “This is my girlfriend.” 

The man was confused and stunned for a second before finally replying, “Congratulations.” 

Tooru smiled and looked back at my embarrassed face. 

“You’re a pain in the ass,” I muttered under my breath, looking down. 

He pouted before I looked back at him, “But now you’re my pain in the ass.” 

I kissed the inside of his palm. Now it was his turn to turn red in embarrassment. I chuckled at his reaction and hugged him. 

“I really do love you, Tooru.” 

He hugged back tighter. 

“I love you more!” 

⌕ haikyū!! • oikawa tooru.

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HAIKYUU DRABBLE<3

(Iwazumi x Oikawa!)

Oikawa: (Making Iwazumi’s coffee) “How do you want it?”

Iwazumi: Rough and hard with a daddy here and there.

Oikawa: …

Iwazumi…

Oikawa: YOU HAVE A DADDY KI-

Iwazumi: Not. Another. Word.

I am so normal about these guys

I read a kenkuro fanfic the other day, about how kenma and kuroo are exes in secret, but pretend to still date, when they go to kagehinas wedding.

And the story was really nice and so on, but the real twist for me was that Oikawa fucking Tooru went to the wedding in a white suit, and if that ain't the most fitting thing I've ever read about him, then I don't know what is.

"Oikawa Tooru is the only person who could wear white to a wedding and get away with it"

Btw I did write a bunch of haikyuu stuff a while ago if anyone's interested:

Blackbirdverse:

AU set right after the spring tournament, the Karasuno team all drops out and move to a different school in Miyagi, Kurotori, that didn't have a club, and found their own VBC there. Takeda is a teacher at Kurotori, Yachi is a student there, and Ukai is also there.

Birds of a feather (flock together): The story of the Kurotori club and the winter tournament. Everybody is traumatized, codependent and mistrustful, it's a really big mess, and they're all doing their best.

Shiver at your touch: Set right after chapter 48 of Birds of a Feather ( "Shimmers in the Snow"): Iwaizumi picks up the phone as Tooru calls for help with self-inflicted injuries.

A Tale of Two Brothers: Osamu reminisces on the worst time of his life; Atsumu writes a difficult letter. They'll be alright, eventually.

The Odd, the Marvellous and the Hidden Mystical

Taking a 180° turn because whimsy is fun and I like reading wikipedia articles about fantasy creatures:

Two Kids in a Trenchcoat, Halloween Edition:

As the MBSY Black Jackals design an intensive team-building program, friends and teammates Hinata Shouyou, Bokuto Koutarou, Miya Atsumu and Sakusa Kiyoomi find themselves sharing a dorm. Although the apartment is nice enough, this doesn’t bode well for one of them, who hides a mysterious, fantastical secret.

Iwaizumi Hajime's pratical guide on how to deal with the fae: There are several rules, his grandma taught him as a child, one must respect in order to be safe from the trickery of the fae folk. Upon meeting his roommate in college, Hajime manages to break every single one of them.

Or: Five times Iwaizumi suspected Oikawa of being fey (and the one time he didn’t care)

Miscellaneous one-shots:

On the Art of Suiting the Action to the Word:

"Oh thank god. I thought I was gonna kill myself for a second there."

"... What."

Or, the Shiratorizawa team doesn't like how Tendou talks about death.

Mistlefoe:

From Drunkauntsuga on Instagram:

Kyoutani: "Here's a fun Christmas idea. We hang misteltoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it."

Or: It's the Aoba Josai Christmas party, and Kyoutani wants to fight. Yahaba takes him on.

The Entire World hates your guts: Sometimes, it feels like the entire world really, really, hates Tooru. Or maybe it's the fact that he really, really hates himself.

In which Tooru learns that he can't mend the cracks in his smile with glitter glue (and that he doesn't have to.)

Speak your truth (the world will quiet to listen): Ushijima Wakatoshi is not good at people. That is a fact he has grown to accept, and with his socially intelligent boyfriend by his side, he has long since learned to navigate a world that was not made for him. But when Hinata Shouyou reaches out to him for help on a serious matter, it's up to the ace to read between the lines and uncover the boy's unspoken words.

Tonight, know you are loved: At first, he doesn’t see it. There is no man here on the bridge, but a creature is looking up at him from the pavement. It looks like smoke curled up in the shape of a fox, nine wispy tails twirling behind it.

" Ye here to take my soul or something ?"

Or : Atsumu reaches the edge of himself. Somehow, this is not the end.

My beautiful boys.

Suga  

Coreopsis  ->  Cheerfulness and Love

Akaashi  

Aster -> Patience and Elegance

Oikawa  

Amaryllis -> Pride

Kenma 

Iris -> Wisdom

Day 01 - Day 02 - Day 03 - Day 05  - Day 06 -  Day 07

#HaikyuuWeekInBrasil!

Hey, Hey, Hey! Hello people!

Did you know that we don’t have the Haikyuu manga in Brazil yet!? It’s an absurd! We have a huge fandom here, our volleyball players are among the bests in the world, HINATA EVEN TRAINED HERE! WTH!

Still none of our manga publishers brought Haikyuu here, even after all the signatures we’ve been collecting for years! So there’s a new campaign going on Twitter to get the publishers’ attention, it’s the #HaikyuuWeekInBrasil!

This is for the first day: Beach Volleyball, made by my sister @th-luckystar!

If you have a Twitter and follow Haikyuu, please help us boost the hashtag there! Retweet everything you like, you can find me as @nicky_cdz there! Thank you all!

If Oikawa Tooru is Trash and a Slut does that make his Fans garbage and bitches too??? ... So am I a garbitch??? Are we Garbitches???

The owl joke an animation by me ... the character and the audio do not belong to me tho

I miss 2020 haikyuu😔

OIKAWA BREAKING YOU UP

oikawa tooru x gender neutral reader

you, a semi popular youtuber, meet oikawa at one of his games and he says ily after you scream it at him during an interview. you send the video to your current bf, who gets jealous and doesn’t take it well and ends up breaking up with you. after it goes viral on stantwt oikawa reaches out.

notes: ok i haven’t read the manga, so pls don’t come at me if i get any details wrong 😓 based on the yeonjun situation lmfao. takes place after high school u guys are twentyish

notes — bye i wrote this in a day the haikyuu obsession is back why r we back in 2020 😭 also ignore the ! in some of the tweet dns i forgot to edit them out and i’m lazy it’s so all the fan users are at the top of my app

If you have to choose to go, to Nekoma, Karasuno, Aoba yosai, Dateko, fukorodany or shiratorizawa

We're you would go?

𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 | 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

↬ featuring: 𝘒𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘺𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘛𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘰, 𝘚𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘒𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪, 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘮𝘢 𝘒𝘰𝘻𝘶𝘮𝘦, 𝘖𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘸𝘢 𝘛𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘶, 𝘈𝘬𝘢𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘒𝘦𝘪𝘫𝘪, 𝘈𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘶 𝘔𝘪𝘺𝘢, 𝘚𝘦𝘮𝘪 𝘌𝘪𝘵𝘢

↬ category: 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬

↬ tw/general warnings: 𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘣!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 (𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘯!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳), 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 (?), 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘱 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 (𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪'𝘴), 𝘭𝘮𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨!

↬ a/n: I DO NOT OWN THESE PHOTOS!!! please imagine yourself in these photos! these are just examples <3 and don't be afraid to send an ask!

𝗞𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗬𝗔𝗠𝗔 𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗜𝗢

okay this mf is actually good at taking photos

just ask him to take a photo of you and he'll comply

when he takes your pics, his brows are usually furrowed and his form is hella stiff

but its kinda cute

he is a sucker for your outfits!

he loves the different kinds of aesthetics and clothing you wear

he finds them cute and interesting

overall, decent photographer

"tobio, may you take a photo of me please?"

"sure."

"thank you~ hold on, lower it a little- that's it."

"I-i like your outfit by the way..."

"you always do tobio."

𝗦𝗨𝗚𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗔 𝗞𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜

suga LOVES to take photos of you when you're in food settings such as restaurants and cafes

he gets so happy seeing your face light up when the food arrives at your table

but he also finds it cute how your smile drops when the food goes straight past your table </3

though when it arrives he gets his phone ready

in general, he likes to take photos when you least expect it

"YES! the food is finally here!"

"after only what? twenty minutes?"

"twenty whole ass minutes. anyway! kou, can you pass the- HEY I SEE YOUR PHONE."

"no you don't."

"koushi~ put it down and let's eat"

"after just one photo I promise!"

𝗞𝗘𝗡𝗠𝗔 𝗞𝗢𝗭𝗨𝗠𝗘

kenma likes to take photos when you're concentrated and oblivious to your surroundings

for example, when you play video games

he smiles softly every time you're close to rage quitting, he admits that its really funny seeing you get mad on minecraft when you fall off a block at a parkour map </3

he usually takes these photos when he's taking a short break from gaming for the day and lets you play instead

a lot of the photos look hella chaotic

but what do you expect, games require chaos

"NOOOOOO"

"THE FUCK? THIS IS SO RIGGED"

"NAH I LANDED THAT"

"UGHH I HATE IT HERE"

"KENMAAA I NEED HELP"

"..."

"...kenma?"

"oh for the love of- stop taking photos of me!"

"it's funny how stupid you look sometimes."

𝗢𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔 𝗧𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗨

when oikawa takes photos of you, it's not just you

he's ALWAYS in the photos

and he's the KING of selfies and peace signs

the hand gesture is pretty much imbedded into his brain, same with volleyball

oikawa sometimes asks takeru to take photos of you and him together, and those photos end up looking cute asf

because you guys are a power couple, the most attractive human beings around

"tooru, why do you always want to be in my photos?"

"just because."

"because what?"

"I- have you seen this face?"

"many times, your point?"

"just admit it. I'm cute. when we're together in a photo, the amount of hotness radiating of it will be off the charts!"

"oh. so my looks aren't enough?"

"of course they're enough!"

"just please take my photo. WITHOUT you in it for once."

"..."

"tooru."

"fine~"

𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗜 𝗞𝗘𝗜𝗝𝗜

oh my god the KING of photography

akaashi knows every good angle you have

he loves taking photos from the back and from the front

because of the aesthetic and your pretty face :)

all the lighting in your photos is impeccable

this man will NOT take a photo in a room with shitty lighting, he'd gladly grab your hand and walk you out to a place well-lit

one time you asked him why he loves taking photos of you in nature, since it makes up 75% of your camera roll

he simply replied: "two beautiful things in one photo. what's not to love?

"keiji, may you take a pic of me please? I need it to update my instagram."

"sure, where?"

"here is fine."

"...no"

"???"

"the lighting is poor, darling. let's go somewhere else."

𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗨 𝗠𝗜𝗬𝗔

this bitch will not stop taking photos of you at random times

like all his photos be blurry asf?

???

he does not take the time to stand the fuck still and take a good photo

it always happens when y'all are walking

sometimes the photo looks aesthetic and pretty, but the other times? needs some work

he tells you you look pretty in every photo, and that lighting, angle and stuff doesn't matter

most of the time, yes it fucking does

but he does take some cute photos of you together so he can boast about his cute s/o to osamu, and his friends

but pls, can akaashi help this man?

"what the fuck, 'tsumu"

"yes?~"

"why is this so blurry?"

"I don't know, you tell me."

"could you like- maybe stop taking photos of me when we're moving? you can barely make out my facial features in this one!"

"I can still tell you're pretty though"

"I don't understand you sometimes"

𝗦𝗘𝗠𝗜 𝗘𝗜𝗧𝗔

obsessed with the grunge aesthetic

it matches his vibe, being a band musician and all

if he finds a cool looking wall or a parking garage, he'd ask if he could take a photo of you

and when you try one of his instruments, he would take a pic of you attempting a new chord on the guitar

he just loves to capture cool ass moments like these

"woah- eita, look at this mural! it's looks sick!"

"you should get a photo then"

"say less."

"move to your left a bit- there we go"

"how does it look?"

"looks sick."

meeting your parents 、hq captains

genre : headcannons, fluff 

includes : karasuno, aoba johsai, inzarizaki, nekoma, fukurodani, shiratorizawa

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kita shinsuke your folks will absolutely adore him who wouldn’t heck, they would ask you to marry him on the spot and he's extremely polite to both you and your parents. four of you talk through dinner and through the night. despite your mother telling him to not trouble himself with the task of washing them. while your parents share embarrassing stories of you when you were younger, kita would hug you while he laughs and your hands covering your face, begging your parents to stop. “shinsuke, you are the perfect man and i’m willing to let you run off with my daughter anytime.” your father would say something like that.

oikawa tooru oh god, oikawa. both of you had rehearsed for this day for the longest time but he somehow manages to screw up the meeting. they asked him a question and to which he replied with a joke about your private life. the whole table goes silent and he tries to lighten the mood with more jokes this time about himself but nothing changes. in fact, it only made the atmosphere even more awkward. the rest of the meal goes by at snail’s pace and after he leaves, your parents tell you to not invite him over again until he changes his attitude. 

kuroo tetsurou  he would show up all clad in a suit with a bouquet in his hands. he even changed his hairstyle! believe it or not, this boy was really nervous the entire time, even after warming up to your folks. at the start of dinner he didn’t use a lot of his chemistry related jokes or just jokes in general until you question him. “tetsurou, why aren’t you using your jokes? i thought you prepared them.” he was too nervous and forgot all about them. your parents told him that they enjoyed silly jokes and kuroo winds up using them too much. 

sawamura daichi this guy is so well prepared, it’s as if he’s been through meeting someone’s parents. he says nothing wrong, even when your parents throw him a question that was relatively tough to answer. your parents adored him and they tell daichi that he’s husband material. of course, he occasionally gets flustered and calms his nerves by giving your hand a squeeze.

bokuto koutarou  bokuto’s so so nervous, he made sure he kept his emotions in check and makes sure he doesn’t go emo mode or get too happy and relaxed. unknown to you, he had gone to akaashi to ask for help on how to use certain words and what he should do when he meets your parents. “akaashi, do i shake her parents’ hands?” he actually does really well at keeping his emotions in check. you notice that he’s been trying to control himself and so when you tell him to just be his usual self, he suddenly became 2x louder. not that your parents minded though. they really enjoyed his company and told him to visit more often.

ushijima wakatoshi your parents were a bit unsure about him at first as he was so quiet and had an aloof aura around him. everytime he answers a question, he does so with only a few words. dinner went by awkwardly and after everyone eats, ushijima insists on washing the dishes. if you had any siblings, he would play with them. your parents saw how loving he was towards you and eventually changed their opinions on him. 

English Class | T. Oikawa | Drabble

pairing: teacher!oikawa x oc

synopsis: oikawa is late to lunch

word count: 397

warnings: none!

type: drabble

a/n: for some reason i feel like oikawa would be an english teacher

"Oikawa-sensei," A young girl raised her hand. "Yes, Yukako?" "How do you pronounce synthesize again?" Yukako had to spell it out. Oikawa sounded it out for the class before returning back to his desk work.

The bell rang which meant it was finally time for his lunch break. "Remember your pronunciation tricks and the test should be easy." He was making his way to his car before he was stopped by a group of students. "Oikawa-sensei, we were wondering if you could tutor us during your lunch break?" Oikawa agreed, forgetting he promised his wife to have lunch with her.

Together they went back to his classroom and began studying. About twenty minutes in, a sharp knock was at the door. Before Oikawa got up to answer it, a tall, slender woman came in. Short, blonde hair framed her face and stopped at the base of her neck. Bold, red lipstick contrasted her pale skin.

A white sweater clung tight to her upper half while her long, green skirt was flowy and loose. "Tooru, are you avoiding me?" Oikawa quickly ran up to her, "Of course not dear. I just got caught up at work." One of his students interrupted, "Not to be rude Oikawa-sensei, but who's that?" "I am his wife," she took a seat next to the student.

A little girl entered the classroom next. Brown pigtails with blonde streaks and red ribbons matched her mother perfectly. She wore a dainty pink dress and cuddled up right next to her mother. "We were waiting for you at the cafe and you never showed." His wife reached for a handkerchief out of her purse and pretended to cry.

The little girl began hitting Oikawa's leg, "Bad daddy kept mommy and I waiting." He reached down to pick her up, "I was teaching my students, see." His students awkwardly waved to his daughter. "Now how about I send these students off to lunch and we go eat at the cafe? How does that sound?"

The girl cheered and he set her back down. The students filed out and gave their aww's and goodbyes. "With this heat and tests coming up, my brain is fried." 'Its quite alright, I knew you were probably here with the kids." She picked up her daughter and carried her back to the car with Oikawa following along, mesmerized by his wife's beauty.