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oikawa, the immature yet patient boyfriend, that takes you wherever he goes because he just loves being around you.
oikawa, who grows restless at night when you’re not there beside him and finds it hard to stop thinking about you.
oikawa, who’s more passionate about you than he ever has been about volleyball.
oikawa, who takes iwaizumi’s taunts and teases just to be able to look at you and call you his.
oikawa, who loves when you come to game night with the seijoh 4, but doesn’t appreciate when mattsun asks you to be his partner to piss tooru off.
oikawa, who always allows you to steal his hoodies and shirts no matter what, but loves them even more when you give them back and they smell distinctly of you.
that oikawa boy that happens to love you so much that he hesitates to accept the offer to go play for argentina’s volleyball team because it upset you so much.
oikawa, the boy who loves when you agree to watch movies with him, even if they’re the shitty alien movies he enjoys so much.
oikawa, the boy who accepts the alien-themed stuffed animals you religiously buy him so he has a closet full of them.
oikawa, whom allows you to play with his hair even when he treats it like one of his prized possessions, just because it makes you so happy when you try a different hairstyle on him that makes his face look weird.
oikawa, who picks you up in his arms on graduation day and spins you as his encore of iwaizumi, hanamaki, and matsukawa cheer and whoop now that you’re all officially free.
oikawa, who could never ask for a better partner.
and finally, that damn tooru who finds your face in a crowd of thousands at his olympic match against japan next to mattsun and makki and waves, smiling that perfect smile.
“you liar!” the sound of your hands slamming the table resonated in the room, “you dirty, cheating, liar!”
oikawa was shocked. no, “shocked” was an understatement. he was dumbfounded. all the tricks, the games - he’d never meant for you to find out, to see through his facade. he’d been doing so well, too. to think that it would all come crashing down because of a slip of a tongue. how reckless. heaven knows how long he’ll ponder over this. “i could’ve done better!”, is all he’ll tell himself. you’ll never let him live this down, either.
“guys!” you were both snapped out of a trance as iwaizumi shouted. “i think it’s time to stop playing monopoly.”
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twist of fate || oikawa t.
pairing: oikawa tooru x kageyama!reader summary: oikawa thinks the person he just met at the coffee shop is karasuno’s manager, and he also thinks they’re really cute. that must be the reason why they looks so familiar. word count: ~3.5k genre: fluff!
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“it’s you!”
the sound of an unfamiliar voice breaks your concentration and you find yourself looking up to meet a pair of warm, brown eyes. you stare at the unfamiliar boy standing in front of you, tilting your head to the side as you reply.
“um, excuse me?”
“it’s you!” the stranger repeats, his eyes sparkling as they drag over the lettering on your jacket.
“do i know you?” you ask quietly, placing your pen down before turning to fully face the boy.
“you might have heard of me,” the boy replies, an admittedly swoon-worthy smile making its way onto his face. “i’m oikawa tooru, captain of the aoba johsai volleyball team.”
“okay?” you say, fidgeting in your seat. that single word causes oikawa’s smile to falter as he notices the disinterest that clouds your eyes. silently, he slides into the seat across from you, placing his elbow on the table and resting his cheek upon his palm as he stares at you. that breathtaking smile is still visible on his face.
“you must have heard of me,” oikawa says, wincing internally when he realizes how prideful that statement sounds. he shakes off his nerves, knowing that although the statement sounds cocky, it’s true. he has been labelled as one of the top volleyball players to watch out for and seeing as how you seem to be involved in the world of high school volleyball, you should know who he is.
“sorry,” you reply, ducking your head as you pick your pen back up. “i’m not really into volleyball.”
“but you’re karasuno’s manager!” oikawa exclaims, his mind going a mile a minute. surely if you’re the team’s manager you must know some of the news about karasuno’s competitors. he feels himself flush when you glance up at him, a cute confused expression on your face.
“manager?” you ask, taking a second to admire oikawa before returning your attention to your work. “what makes you say that?”
“well, you’re wearing a karasuno volleyball jacket,” oikawa retorts, his eyes dropping down to the garment in question briefly before they focus on your face. “and everyone knows that karasuno has the prettiest manager there is so it must be you.”
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this time, maybe love can finally stay
summary: love retests the waters when you and your ex-boyfriend oikawa finally talk about why you broke up in a beach house reunion after putting your love to a rest four years ago
word count: 2k
pairing: oikawa x gn!reader
a/n: i’m actually proud with the way this turned out so hopefully this doesnt flop lawl kidding! i meant to say, i hope you guys enjoy reading this!
IT’S 2AM AND YOU CAN’T SLEEP.
It may or may not be because of the simple fact that you were in a beach house, seven years later in a reunion with the high school volleyball team you used to manage.
And it wouldn’t have been any trouble - it shouldn’t have been. Except for the miniscule detail that your ex-boyfriend whom you’ve known for almost the entirety of your life was present.
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SUMMERS WITH YOU — OIKAWA TOORU
— oikawa tooru.
⤷ genre: fluff, fluff, fluff
⤷ warnings: cursing, suggestive themes, a tiny, tiny bit nsfw - i can’t help it. not really proof read since its 4am.
⤷ word count: 1.7k
— a/n: it was about time i wrote a fic for him hehe. what if i said this was originally a hawks fic i wrote but never posted lol.
— navi. | m.list
oikawa loved summer.
summer mornings where the sun would bathe you in its radiance; capturing the soft glow of your bare back, and the cheeky glint in your eyes as you rolled on your side to face him. you’d giggle at the way your hair stuck out at odd angles, leaning into his touch as he brushed the strands away from your face. and with a pretty smile on your pink lips, you’d whisper the sweetest, “good morning, babe,” leaving oikawa with no choice but to pull you on top of him. he’d claim just five minutes of cuddling, ignoring the roll of your eyes as you snuggled into his warm chest. it was always an hour later that the two of you would leave the comfort of your shared bed.
then there were summer days spent at the beach, with you laid out on your stomach between his toned legs. oikawa could taste the sea salt, and a hit of your cherry lip gloss, on his tongue; a smirk tugging at his mouth as he remembered the kiss he’d stolen from you in the parking lot. electrifying tingles spreading across the palms of his big hands, as he continued to rub the cool lotion on your smooth skin - hands moving lower and lower-
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Oikawa Tooru - Makeup, Make out
1.2k | reader-insert | Model Oikawa being your little rascal.
[suggestive content]
A/N: Please look at this wonderful fanart by ui536. Here is their twitter as well.
Palm pressed to jaw, fingers resting against a cheekbone—the face you have in your hand is one you’ve touched and held many, many times.
Like an affectionate cat rubbing against their owner, the said face nuzzles into your touch. The small smile across his mouth sighs in content, and he blinks up at you cutely with fondness.
“Tooru,” you heave sternly. “For the last time, close your eyes.”
Oikawa’s eyes bat twice, quickly and innocently. “But I want to look at you.”
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