A big thank you to the lovely @dabiwh0re for continuing summer loving!! if you’re still interested in the fic and want to see it done right go check them out! masterlist is here :) i know i for one will be looking forward to each update!
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summary. (y/n) runs—or, well, bikes—to the miyagi prefecture during summer break to escape her stifling family. while she’s out in miyagi, she runs into a cute boy named oikawa tōru.
ii. cute boys cure my depression
a/n: this chapter will mostly be written w text parts to it; also credits for the majority of the paragraphs/stanzas goes to @toe-ruoikawa <3 (i just absolutely loved how they were written !!)
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sugawara's mom was far dearer to you than your own, however, without him there to be the buffer between the two of you, the conversation took an awkward turn. it had started with the usual formalities, and then took a vexatious turn, with her almost grilling you about school and the like.
you had left the house as soon as you deemed it inoffensive, favoring venturing out to town to try to explore and find new material for your photos. you loved to take photos, photography was kind of your thing, for as long as you remembered, it was your passion.
your old phone was filled with beautiful pictures of dazzling landscapes, other-worldly sunsets, magnificent vines, and gentle flowers. it took up all your storage space. it was a shame you lost it all when you threw your phone away, but at least you had a clean slate for new photos (and maybe even memories).
after spending the entire morning out, your grumbling stomach serves as a reminder that you had forgotten to eat breakfast before heading out. walking around, you try to find somewhere to eat when the smell hits you. it smelt like fresh ice cream cones and french fries. following the scent, you arrive at a cute american-styled 50s diner.
you pat your pockets, feeling immensely relived when you feel the wad of cash you had remembered to bring along.
the name of the restaurant is written over the door in fluorescent green lights, and there are similar signs hung in the windows of the diner. as the sky gradually darkens, you can tell that this is your photographer paradise. the booths in the diner are bustling with people who you swear are all smiling, and there's a bar where a few loners and couples sip at their extra thick milkshakes, with the overflow cup on the side. you haven't even set foot in the building and you could bet away your life's savings that the floors are checker tiled.
"ah," you don't even realize you've gone into the diner until the bell at the door jingles above your head, and you just gaze at it in dreamy shock. your feet are pulled to a red leather stool at the counter where you sit and swivel around a few times.
"what can i get to get you started?"
you swear you almost die when you see the outfit the waitress is wearing. the entire retro vibe of the restaurant has your artist heart weeping tears of bliss and the uniforms are just icing on the cake.
you order your favorite flavor of milkshake and a side of fries and then glance at your phone to see what you've missed from suga.
if you're being honest, you don't ever really understand his vague volleyball tweets, but they're hilarious, regardless.
your thoughts drift over to aki, as you can't help but stare at her account. without a doubt, you had blocked her from your new one, but you couldn't exactly shake off the guilt. you wished you could tell her, she was like your sister, but sister's weren't always the best at keeping secrets.
you set your phone on the counter, face down, right before the waitress from earlier appears, arms laden with a basket of french fries and your favorite flavored milkshake in a large refillable metal container, offering you a kind smile as she set your food down in front of you. you're about to dig in when the bell rings and a group of teens your age walk in laughing.
the idea that someone could recognize you terrifies you, so at the last second you swivel around, almost spinning yourself off of it in your haste, making direct eye-contact with a pair of brown eyes. you swear time slows while you hold eye contact.
he's cute—extremely cute, you come to realize as he pretends like he wasn't staring, waving at the waitress almost bashfully before following his friends to their booth, as if they've been here a thousand times and sat in that booth the same number.
the cute one glances around the diner again, before his eyes settle on you once more, and you realize you've been staring. you flush in embarrassment and spin around to face your food, taking a large sip of your milkshake and ignoring the sudden cold enveloping you.
you pull out your phone, frantically typing.
taking a deep breath and steeling yourself for the embarrassment you’re about to undergo willingly, you turn around in your swivel stool.
much to your bewilderment, the boy is already staring at you.
he waves at you and you freeze for a moment, taking in his dark hair and his huge, intelligent brown eyes that are gazing right back into yours, and then you offer him a small smile and meek wave of your own hand. the lazy smile that had stretched across his face brightens in return.
instead of earlier when he had entered the diner, now the boy seems content to keep eye contact with you, and, with each quickened beat of your heart, you feel yourself becoming more and more comfortable with his gaze in yours.
you almost start to daydream when one of his buddies elbows him, clearly jiving him by the way the other boys are laughing. he turns his attention to them exclaiming something you don’t hear that makes the booth burst out into raucous teenage guffaws.
coming to your senses, you’re certain your face must match the shade of red on the ketchup bottle that you clumsily dump on your fries. you shoot suga a few more texts, stuffing a handful of fries in your mouth to keep yourself from squealing.
you're internally screaming at the chance of actually being able to talk to a cute boy and your cheeks burn at the chance of him being interested in you.
you try to be subtle when you glance back at the group of boys, hoping to catch the brunette's eyes again, but sadly, he seems to be never looking at you. of course, there is the possibility that you're just missing his gaze, but as the boys' shared laughter fills the diner, you're almost certain that your shared gaze was a one time thing, and there's nothing to come of it.
deciding to give up on the cute boy, you slurp down your milkshake and idly scroll through twitter on your phone, hoping to seem busy. once you're done with your milkshake, you don't hesitate to excuse yourself.
when you return, the group had left. disappointed in yourself, you’re trudging over to the door when you notice a turquoise and white jacket laying in the seat of the booth.
“excuse me, but the group that was sitting here earlier just left, right?” you call out to the waitress that had served both you and the group.
“huh?” the waitress looks up from the table she’s wiping down. “oh, yeah. they’re gone. did matsukawa leave his jacket again?”
“yeah, i guess,” you shrug. an idea pops into your romance driven brain, and for once you don’t wave it away immediately. “if you don’t mind, i could run it out to him. i’m leaving anyways.”
“oh, thank you so much, you're such a dear,” she says graciously, before turning away to wipe down another table.
you’re exiting the diner with a ring of the bell overhead, turquoise and white track jacket in hand with the words ‘aoba johsai’ printed on the back, when you stumble into a wall of warm fabric.
“woah there!” the voice you’ve been tuned to for the past hour replies, and the cute boy’s grabbing your shoulders gently to steady you. you gaze up into the calf’s eyes that you had been so fixated earlier, and they focus back on you for a brief moment, before trailing to the jacket in your arms. “oh, look! you’ve got mattsun’s jacket.”
“oh, yeah, here,” you hand the boy the jacket, only now realizing how much he towers over you in such close proximity. despite how that thought makes your heart race, you jump at the chance to get to know the boy a bit more. “so you’re not matsukawa, then?”
he laughs, not impolitely, throwing his head back the slightest bit. “nah, i’m oikawa tōru.” he fixes you with a sunny smile, like you’ve surprised him in the best way possible, and it’s like you’ve never realized how gorgeous a smile could be.
“(l/n), (y/n),” you grin back. “so oikawa-san, what’re doing here coming back for a jacket that’s not even yours?” on the inside, you’re practically screaming; when did you become so bold?
“well,” his grin turns sheepish. “i meant to ask you for your number earlier but iwa-chan kept breaking my train of thought, so i figured i could try again now.”
“oh, thank god you’re asking,” you let a sigh of relief as you pull out your phone. “i wanted to ask you earlier, too, but i chickened out.”
oikawa laughs before offering you his phone in exchange for yours, making a joke about your default wallpaper that you laugh too hard at, hoping he doesn't notice. and if he does, he doesn't mention it.
“let’s go out sometime this week!” oikawa says as his words of parting, and you hum in agreement, waving goodbye.
once you’re far away enough from oikawa, you check your phone as if making sure the contact is real. you giggle once you realize he’s entered “tōru <3” as his contact name. maybe this summer won't be so bad after all.
fun facts
— yn always texts suga whenever they see a cute boy
— regardless of the petnames, suga and yn are just friends <3
— the booth the seijoh four sat in is "officially" proclaimed as theirs !!
summary. (y/n) runs—or, well, bikes—to the miyagi prefecture during summer break to escape her stifling family. while she’s out in miyagi, she runs into a cute boy named oikawa tōru.
i. here we go again
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fun facts
— suga and yn are childhood friends; "suga daddy" is one of their inside jokes
— suga has told yn ab the first years on his team, hence why yn called them annoying
— yns parents think sugas respectable bc hes always quiet around them !!
summary. (y/n) runs—or, well, bikes—to the miyagi prefecture during summer break to escape her stifling family. while she's out in miyagi, she runs into a cute boy named oikawa tōru.
DISCLAIMER. I DO NOT OWN THE PLOT OR ANY OF THE ORIGINAL STORYLINE. THE PLOT BELONGS TO @toe-ruoikawa. I HAVE RECEIVED PERMISSION TO CONTINUE THIS FROM THEM. on that note, please do not copy or plagiarize.
pairing. oikawa tōru x f!reader
summary. (y/n) runs—or, well, bikes—to the miyagi prefecture during summer break to escape her stifling family. while she's out in miyagi, she runs into a cute boy named oikawa tōru.
genre. crack humor; angst and fluff
warning. swearing; some suggestive content cause theyre highschoolers,,
hey so sorry but that fic is deceased and now deader than my great grandma. i posted one last chapter but it doesn't conclude anything, maybe it'll give you some closure of you're still interested
Oh my gosh could you add me to your ‘Summer Lovin’ taglist ?? I’m excited to see what happens hehe
hey i abandoned that fic (I'm so sorry). i posted one final chapter if you want to read that??? it doesn't conclude anything but you know, maybe some closure???
hey so fun fact friday in case you weren’t already aware:
i’m not continuing my fic. i literally cannot, it was a coping mechanism and im gonna be honest it was a crap one.
i had one more chapter finished so i posted it, but that’s it. i have the whole fic planned out if someone ever wanted to finish it though, just dm me or something lmao idk how tumblr works :)
if you somehow still think i’m cool and want to see work i’ve actually completed and enjoyed writing though please feel free to check out my ao3, user is galatiq. i dont write there lots but i have written a bit for bnha and mcyt if you like those
summer loving- an oikawa x reader smau/classic fanfic ABANDONNED
3. The Diner
(y/n) runs - or, well, bikes - to the miyagi prefecture during summer break to escape her stifling family. while she's out in miyagi, she meets a cute boy named oikawa tooru.
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@theshirleygamer @mikkasquare @krxstynnn @90s-belladonna @ayaeushi @dearkozume @heavenini @thats-kinda-sketchy @pyblos @yacoka (ur bio said u moved lol) @pnkcts @yikes-buddy @ochabby @michelepiekenma @namyari @pleasemelafook-outta-ere @neonghxst @lustingfor5sos @sayoomi @birdiewolf @sorrythatspussynal
yeah, you loved suga's mom probably more than your own, but without suga there to actually create a bridge between the two of you, your conversations were dull and awkward, and you had left the house as soon as you thought she wouldn't mind.
for a few hours you had gone around the town, taking pictures of whatever seemed pretty to you. you had taken at least 50 by the time afternoon rolled around. that's kind of your thing; photos.
your camera roll was full of gorgeous landscapes-rolling hills and swaying trees, gigantic buildings and fluffy clouds, delicate flowers and creeping vines. it was a shame that you had lost some of your best shots when you had gotten rid of your old phone, but at least now you have a clean slate to fill all over again.
you're just finishing up a mini shoot of some train tracks when it hits you.
the single most delicious smell in the entire world hits your nose, and you almost black out it's so wonderful. it smells like frying oil and ice cream, and you almost cackle in glee because you had brought money for food and you just found the best place to spend it.
following your nose like a bloodhound, you start to walk past all the cute little buildings that had served as background for your railroad pictures. the smell keeps getting stronger, mixing and dividing into similar, more specific scents, like french fries and fried chicken. you feel your artist heart squeal with excitement as you round the corner on the block and find yourself in front of a cute American-themed diner.
the name of the restaurant is written over the door in fluorescent green lights, and there are similar signs hung in the windows of the diner. as the sky gradually darkens, you can tell that this is your photographer paradise. the booths in the diner are bustling with people who you swear are all smiling, and there's a bar where a few loners and couples sip at their extra thick milkshakes, with the overflow cup on the side. you haven't even set foot in the building and you could bet away your life's savings that the floors are checker tiled.
"ah," you don't even realize you've gone into the diner until the bell at the door jingles above your head, and you just gaze at it in dreamy shock. your feet are pulled to a red leather stool at the counter where you sit and swivel around a few times.
"what can i get to get you started?"
you swear you almost die when you see the outfit the waitress is wearing. the entire retro vibe of the restaurant has your artist heart weeping tears of bliss and the uniforms are just icing on the cake.
you order your favourite flavour of milkshake and a side of fries and then glance at your phone to see what you've missed from suga.
you don't really ever understand most of his vague volleyball tweets. from what you can gather, the team is a bunch of hooligan children that suga babysits, with the help of daichi, who you only know through suga's texts.
seeing as you don't even want to know what watermelon and hills have to do with volleyball camp, your thoughts drift to your other best friend, aki. you had blocked her with your new twitter account so there would be no chance of her stumbling across it, but you couldn't help but feel a wave of guilt as you look at her account. she's probably the closest thing you have to a sister, which is why you had to leave her behind, too.
sisters are lovely but they're also snitches.
you put your phone face down as the waitress from earlier reappears, setting down a plastic basket full of fries and a milkshake, as well as a large metal cup filled with refill milkshake. ah, the glory of retro american diners. you're about to dig in when the bell rings and you hear laughter from someone your age.
the idea that it could be someone that recognizes you jumps into your head and you spin around in your swivel stool so quickly that you almost launch yourself off of it. in your commotion your eyes lock onto the warmest brown eyes you’ve seen in your entire life and you swear time slows.
they belong to a cute brunette, who has come to the diner with a group of friends. he is quick to look away, playing it off like he had been glancing around the restaurant. he waves to the waitress, who smiles bashfully, and follows his friends to a booth table that you know by the way they are drawn to it is undeniable their booth.
the boy with the warm eyes does another sweep over the diner as his group settles down, and as the chocolate irises linger on you, you realize that you’ve been staring at him the whole time.
flustered and feeling heat rise to your face, you jerk yourself back around in the seat so you’re facing your meal and take a long sip of your milkshake. ignoring the sting in your skull from the sudden cold, you flip your phone around and quickly open your texts.
taking a deep breath and steeling yourself for the embarrassment you’re about to undergo willingly, you turn around in your swivel stool.
much to your bewilderment, the boy is already staring at you.
he waves at you and you freeze for a moment, taking in his dark hair and his huge, intelligent brown eyes that are gazing right back into yours, and then you offer him a small smile and meek wave of your own hand. the lazy smile that had stretched across his face brightens in return.
instead of earlier when he had entered the diner, now the boy seems content to keep eye contact with you, and, with each quickened beat of your heart, you feel yourself becoming more and more comfortable with his gaze in yours.
you almost start to daydream when one of his buddies elbows him, clearly jiving him by the way the other boys are laughing. he turns his attention to them exclaiming something you don’t hear that makes the booth burst out into raucous teenage guffaws.
coming to your senses, you’re certain your face must match the shade of red on the ketchup bottle that you clumsily dump on your fries. you shoot suga a few more texts, stuffing a handful of fries in your mouth to keep yourself from squealing.
the mere idea that this beautiful and pretty boy might even consider to be interested in you has your heart melting in purpley yellow puddles of pure simp essence and your brain turning into honey. you find yourself slurping down the rest of your milkshake in an attempt to beat back the steady blush that burns on the apples of your cheeks and the tips of your ears.
sadly, whenever you turn to look back at the booth the boys are eating in, he never has his attention turned on you. you know there’s a chance that you’re just not catching him at the right moments, but as his laughter continues fills the space throughout the evening, your certainty that your shared gaze was a one time occurrence grows.
eventually, disheartened and a tad embarrassed, you give up on trying to catch the boy’s attention again. you pay for your meal before going to the washroom.
when you return, the group had left. disappointed in yourself, you’re trudging over to the door when you notice a turquoise and white jacket laying in the seat of the booth.
“excuse me, but the group that was sitting here earlier just left, right?” you call out to the waitress that had served both you and the group.
“huh?” the waitress looks up from the table she’s wiping down. “oh, yeah. they’re gone. did matsukawa leave his jacket again?”
“yeah, i guess,” you shrug. an idea pops into your romance driven brain, and for once you don’t wave it away immediately. “if you don’t mind, i could run it out to him. i’m leaving anyways.”
“that’d be a big help, sweetie, thank you!” the waitress graciously accepts your offer and then turns back to the table she’s cleaning.
you’re exiting the diner with a ring of the bell overhead, turquoise and white track jacket in hand with the words ‘aoba johsai’ printed on the back, when you stumble into a wall of warm fabric.
“woah there!” the voice you’ve been tuned to for the past hour replies, and the cute boy’s grabbing your shoulders gently to steady you. you gaze up into the calf’s eyes that you had been so fixated earlier, and they focus back on you for a brief moment, before trailing to the jacket in your arms. “oh, look! you’ve got mattsun’s jacket.”
“oh, yeah, here,” you hand the boy the jacket, only now realizing how much he towers over you in such close proximity. despite how that thought makes your heart race, you jump at the chance to get to know the boy a bit more. “so you’re not matsukawa, then?”
he laughs, not unpolitely, throwing his head back the slightest bit. “no, i’m oikawa tooru.” he fixes you with a sunny smile, like you’ve surprised him in the best way possible, and it’s like you’ve never realized how gorgeous a smile could be.
“(l/n), (y/n),” you grin back. “so oikawa-san, what’re doing here coming back for a jacket that’s not even yours?” on the inside, you’re practically screaming; when did you become so bold?
“well,” his grin turns sheepish. “i meant to ask you for your number earlier but iwa-chan kept breaking my train of thought, so i figured i could try again now.”
“oh, thank god you’re asking,” you let a sigh of relief as you pull out your phone. “i wanted to ask you earlier, too, but i chickened out.”
the two of you exchange phones and enter your numbers in a new contact, while oikawa makes a little joke about your default wallpaper, which you laugh a little too hard at.
“let’s go out sometime this week!” oikawa says as his words of parting, and you hum in agreement, waving goodbye.
once you’re far away enough from oikawa, you check your phone as if making sure the contact is real. you giggle once you realize what he’s put as his name. maybe this summer won't be so bad after all.
you should make a masterlist so i can have a designated place to read all of your lovely writing :3
aaaah thank you 🙈🙈🙈 so the thing is that im a super slow writer i actually o n l y have summer loving up but hopefully im gonna get some more content up soon and then ill put up a masterlist 🥴 thank you tho 🥺
(Everything I just wrote got deleted so I'm starting over h h hh h)
First off, I honestly thought that when asking you out for the first time, he'd be really shy and flustered and probably stuttering in his every word, but then decided that he'll be able to ask you out confidently thanks to Daichi and Asahi lecturing and peptalking him lmao
When you both met up to decided where to go, you asked him where he wants to eat. But this guy is so damn nice he probably says sorry to ants that he asks YOU instead where you want to go. He's really considerate of your wants and needs.
But ofcourse, if you ask HIM where he wants to eat, that one word that appears in his head immediately is: cafe.
Normally people are like, shy and fumbling here and there, but I dare u to tell me otherwise that Suga looks experienced as fuck. Like, there isn't any trace of awkwardness between you two, he's very chatty and does his best to make the both of you comfortable.
Tries flirting on your first date, it worked, you're now dying. I'll attend your funeral rip
If you're not going to a cafe, he'll resort to a restaurant. Not those fast food chains though, but like, middle-class (¿¿) types of restaurants- those not so expensive but the place and the food are decent but like do y'all think he'll just allow his s/o to use all of his wallet? I wish not bc if yes, rip bank account
After the date, he will want to like walk around for a bit, while holding your hands rip reader you'll be missed.
When you decide to call it a night, he walks you home while h0ldINg y0uR hANd to ensure your safety while going home.
H a h a there are two options I'll be writing down:
A) once you two reach your house he will kiss your forehead and say "goodnight" or "see you tomorrow with a wink to make u faint, which makes you flustered as fuck because where does he get all that confidence? From Daichi and Asahi obviously
B) you kiss his cheeks and tell him "see you tomorrow" and bam, he falls on your doorstep- jk. If you place a peck on his cheek he will either 1) act chill and remain calm or 2) explodes and dysfunctions
Basically: he's the calm and comfortable type of person when going on a date with
Miya Atsumu
Sangwoo?? Damn man when did you decide to play volleyball? I thought your hobby was breaking legs or something, I didn't know you like to break arms too.
Is it just me or I see him working in McDonald's??
Haha Sangwoo broke his bat and now he's broke so he went to McDonald's to earn to buy a new one
Given his fangirls, asking you out on a date with him was just "lol What me tf Sangwoo r u sure ur probably gonna regret this"
You were both classmates and a friend of Osamu. Osamu didn't really introduce you to Atsumu or the other way around since Ratsumu will probably start randomly flirting with you while he still has this colony of fans. You attend Inarizaki's games often to cheer for Osamu, but at the corner if your eye you saw Sangwoo Atsumu
Ofc Atsumu also saw you, I mean you literally stared at him during the match. He noticed your familiar face; that girl that's always hanging out with Osamu and attends almost all of Inarizaki's games.
Atsumu's flirt mode: 0n
He wanted to get close to you before his twin gets the chance of asking you out first, and realizing that ya ain't like his fangirls made him want to date you faster.
Using the power of plot armor, he confessed to you with no problem. Since he had overflowing amount of confidence, all he had to do what one-arm kabedon you to ask you out on a date and have you weak to your knees and about to explode.
Asks you out on a fast food chain hA- jk. Unlike Sugawara, he doesn't ask you where you want to go since he had already planned everything before even asking you out. But Ofc, maybe in future dates he'll consider your suggestions, but he thought that he should be the one holding the responsibility on your first date. Either that or he makes you do all the work so it'll seem like he's just tagging along to whatever you want to do, whatever suits your taste.
He isn't awkward either on your first date- but you are probably. He was hella chatty that you could barely keep up, but you still listened since you liked him-
He was funny too- every time he said a joke it would make you burst a vein- laugh alot.
He would even bring you Onigiris made by Osamu and lie that he made them, but let's be real, even if he did say that he made them, you wouldn't believe him bc he looks like the type of person who doesnt do any work and makes his twin do all the work.
I don't really think Atsumu is the fancy type who goes to expensive restaurants, for food anyway. So like Suga, he led you to a normal restaurant that's not so expensive but is pretty decent.
Probably makes you pay for your meal and he pays for his lmao.
Ok let's say you both finished eating, and let's say that you ate in a restaurant in a mall. He would literally bring you to every- what are those called? Those like, aesthetic stores? Idk u decide, and he will just- but you anything you wanted. But being the good person you are (I think) you didn't let him tho he still paid for them
It was getting late so you both decided to head home, but I refuse to not accept that he'll lead you to McDonald's. Before leaving, he ran up to the take out section of the store and bought you both a take out.
Will walk you home bc who wouldn't
Will kiss you on your cheek really long but passionate and hands you over a gift he secretly bought without you looking.
Calls you at like 12am to check on you lmao
A/N: imma be real, Atsumu is hard to write for bc I see him as Oikawa but doesn't have character depth, just an egotistical bastard (these r jokes don't kill me-)
Oikawa Tooru
0 n o- wears alien clothes to your date j k-
I guess I wouldn't clarify how you two came to be- like how you confessed and stuff. You were talking to Oikawa the other day and boom, you're now dating.
He noticed you and Iwaizumi talking often during class, and jealous and scared if being left out by his childhood best friend.
"Damn Iwa-chan, you didn't even introduce me to your girlfriend!" Oikawa pouts at you and Iwa. "Shittykawa, we're not dating. And if I did introduce her to you, you'd probably just get absorbed in volleyball again." Iwa replies. "I am not-" "Oikawa-san? I'm L/N Y/N" you say shyly
I just- Oikawa is probably staring at you. Like,,, excuse me?? Who gave you the right to sound so cute?? The way you told him his name shot him through his heart.
You and Oikawa surprisingly got along really well. Weirdly he doesn't distracted by volleyball unless it's Iwaizumi or you. *Cue to angry fangirls about to attack you using their Oikawa body pillows*
Behold: plot armor. He asked you out on a date and you agreed to it bc that's the reason I'm writing this. Oikawa thought that for the first time, he felt like someone genuinely liked him and not because of his looks of reputation.
We're talking about Oikawa here; ofcourse he'd ask you what you want to do. That's when you remembered- there was this alien-related movie that was premiering this weekend so you suggested that, and oh boy Oikawa felt like he won the lottery. Iwa wasn t interested in Oikawa's movie taste since he liked Godzilla more, and hearing someone wanting to watch an alien movie with him made him hella happy.
The weekend came and he knocked on your door to pick you up. When you arrived at the movie theatre, he bought like- 20 popcorns with excessive cheese and 50 hotdogs.
During the movie you would not believe how sparkly Oikawa looked wearing his alien shirt and all, but you didn't mind at all.
Why do I see Oikawa as the type of person who grabs food every time a commercial comes on¿ this has to be canon.
This post is getting way too long so I'll make it quick. After the movie, y'all know those like merch being sold at the theatre, Oikawa will surely buy you one of those- specifically alien-related.
Walks you home and hugs you tightly before leaving you. I'm placing my haikyuu posters as bet that he'd call you at like 3 am asking how are you and you're just- staring and asking Why?
A/N: g e h, it's long but ugly wtf. If you're still here congrats for sticking up to my poor writing lmao. Requests are always open and the link's in my bio!
summer loving- an oikawa x reader smau/classic fanfic
2. A Friend
(y/n) runs - or, well, bikes - to the miyagi prefecture during summer break to escape her stifling family. while she's out in miyagi, she meets a cute boy named oikawa tooru.
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@theshirleygamer @mikkasquare @krxstynnn
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sorry for not feeding y'all with some content for the last month lol i had ap to cram for (also im almost at 100 followers thank you all sm i know i don't really deserve that but im glad you guys like my work)
summary; turchese cafe is popular among students due to their interesting types of coffee. oikawa doesn’t really get along with the regular at the cafe but due to some circumstances they have to get along
summer loving- an oikawa x reader smau/classic fanfic
1. Introduction
(y/n) runs - or, well, bikes - to the miyagi prefecture during summer break to escape her stifling family. while she's out in miyagi, she meets a cute boy named oikawa tooru.
summer loving- an oikawa x reader smau/classic fanfic ABANDONNED
(y/n) runs - or, well, bikes - to the miyagi prefecture during summer break to escape her stifling family. while she's out in miyagi, she meets a cute boy named oikawa tooru.
summer loving- an oikawa x reader smau/classic fanfic
(y/n) runs - or, well, bikes - to the miyagi prefecture during summer break to escape her stifling family. while she's out in miyagi, she meets a cute boy named oikawa tooru.
