the sun is blue on Wednesday

“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve heard, Tooru.”

[yatsuyuu]

if this blog doesn't say "oikawa supremacy" i'll gladly say it again

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is there another character you like?

[yatsuyuu]

obviously, tooru

[yatsuyuu]

I wanna be the 🌶 anon!

what do you think about late nights with iwaizumi? being awake at a late time seems interesting- don’t think I read a lot about things like that

Hey! That’s totally fine. Here’s my take on it:

-he’s definitely not the type of person to be seen up roaming and rambling about while the moon‘s high up in the sky, but he doesn’t - I swear - mind if you wake him up.

-he’s definitely going to be anxious at first—quizzing and questioning about the reason why you woke up in a cold sweat—and he’s poised and prepared for the absolute worst. Had a nightmare? He’s right there. Need a drink of water? Take the botte between his fingers. Awfully cold? He knows where to get the blanket- in the second drawer, just near the scarves.

- he WILL fight the person who gave you a nightmare. Insults them but keeps it pg-13. Will call himself a coward if you tell him that you were upset that he dumped you in a dream you had since he was not ready for a life with you. If he’s feeling particularly sour, he’ll compare them to furniture using the sentence structure

name of object + lookin’ headass.

It’s splendid and works jolly well every time. If he’s feeling a bit more sober, and less fired up from the clutches of sleep, he’ll mutter a comment you didn’t know he had the audacity to tell anyone.

“His legs reminded me of pretzel sticks.”

‘They gave you a nightmare? Who, the one that looked like a porky goblin? Don’t worry, y/n. You’re fine.’

100% tumblr blog name inspiration right there.

Actually uses your bad dreams about you as a warning as what not to say. You know this because his scrunched up eyebrows and furrowed face says all.

but maybe you’re not having nightmares. maybe it’s not pretzel legs and porky goblins keeping you up, but something just as unpleasant or mundane. Terrific boredom. a wondrous bout of insomnia. A spectacular bucket of eerie restlessness at the unholy hour of 3 in the morning.

Whatever it is, he’s got a terrific cure for it—and it’s pretty plain, but it’s just talking to him. Watching his eyebrows suspend In the midst of his forehead and his ears reach for a lazy account of whatever you were doing this morning and afternoon. Watching his face in that pretty square of the online call meeting squeeze and flatten as he tiredly reminds you that ‘he already likes someone else’ and matchmaking him with a nearby veggie juice seller doesn’t awaken anything in him.

But he doesn’t mind your crazy antics while you’re with him, since, we’ll, you’re *with* him. He doesn’t have to be kept all night in a nightmare of his own dreadful and disdainful and dizzying thoughts, since, well, you make staying up late truly worth it. :)

[yatsuyuu]

goooooood nighttt

[yatsuyuu]

I wanna be the 🌶 anon!

what do you think about late nights with iwaizumi? being awake at a late time seems interesting- don’t think I read a lot about things like that

Hey! That’s totally fine. Here’s my take on it:

-he’s definitely not the type of person to be seen up roaming and rambling about while the moon‘s high up in the sky, but he doesn’t - I swear - mind if you wake him up.

-he’s definitely going to be anxious at first—quizzing and questioning about the reason why you woke up in a cold sweat—and he’s poised and prepared for the absolute worst. Had a nightmare? He’s right there. Need a drink of water? Take the botte between his fingers. Awfully cold? He knows where to get the blanket- in the second drawer, just near the scarves.

- he WILL fight the person who gave you a nightmare. Insults them but keeps it pg-13. Will call himself a coward if you tell him that you were upset that he dumped you in a dream you had since he was not ready for a life with you. If he’s feeling particularly sour, he’ll compare them to furniture using the sentence structure

name of object + lookin’ headass.

It’s splendid and works jolly well every time. If he’s feeling a bit more sober, and less fired up from the clutches of sleep, he’ll mutter a comment you didn’t know he had the audacity to tell anyone.

“His legs reminded me of pretzel sticks.”

‘They gave you a nightmare? Who, the one that looked like a porky goblin? Don’t worry, y/n. You’re fine.’

100% tumblr blog name inspiration right there.

Actually uses your bad dreams about you as a warning as what not to say. You know this because his scrunched up eyebrows and furrowed face says all.

but maybe you’re not having nightmares. maybe it’s not pretzel legs and porky goblins keeping you up, but something just as unpleasant or mundane. Terrific boredom. a wondrous bout of insomnia. A spectacular bucket of eerie restlessness at the unholy hour of 3 in the morning.

Whatever it is, he’s got a terrific cure for it—and it’s pretty plain, but it’s just talking to him. Watching his eyebrows suspend In the midst of his forehead and his ears reach for a lazy account of whatever you were doing this morning and afternoon. Watching his face in that pretty square of the online call meeting squeeze and flatten as he tiredly reminds you that ‘he already likes someone else’ and matchmaking him with a nearby veggie juice seller doesn’t awaken anything in him.

But he doesn’t mind your crazy antics while you’re with him, since, we’ll, you’re *with* him. He doesn’t have to be kept all night in a nightmare of his own dreadful and disdainful and dizzying thoughts, since, well, you make staying up late truly worth it. :)

[yatsuyuu]

dID YOu DIe?

No, I promise I didn’t 😪😪😪 and I’ll try my best to keep consistent. (Lol.) I’ve been trying to make a new sideblog and I’m not too sure how to introduce it to y’all, but I’ll try my best >:)

[yatsuyuu]

I’m the same anon that sent you the milk/cereal question. What’s something you think most people don’t know about oikawa?

He watches shows like chopped and masterchef and anything with a famous chef 👩‍🍳 and likes giving commentary on how the candidates cook - he now knows that you always put spices on your burger the night before grilling it and probably does it better than anyone on his team

if you get the reference I made, you get a cookie 🍪

[yatsuyuu]

does oikawa pour milk before the cereal or after the cereal

milk after the cereal, he probably has a ratio of milk:cereal he prides in not telling anyone

[yatsuyuu]

theres gonna be an iwaizumi blog?

-🌶

ofc! Depends if you’d like to see work of him with my main blog or separate from it—I’m totally fine with both

but if you’re curious, my work with iwa pretty much stays the same with oikawa. It’s pretty much more relationship studies or imagines, and anything that has a content warning ⚠️ will have a sfw version, so there’s that, too!

i might even drop my first post with him one of these days of the week, so maybe keep your eyes peeled for that 👁

although i can always create a taglist for those who are looking for iwaizumi works from me—that is perfectly fine! Or, if I write for iwaizumi with my blog, I guess I’ll just schedule works for him on certain days.

You’ll get a tag directory for him too—if you don’t know what a tag directory is, it’s where i have, sorry, specify certain tags 🏷 for different types of works I make. These indicate whether a post of mine is short, particularly long, angsty, imagine-like, and so on. I try to please as many readers as possible, so this allows you to filter the content you want to read or interact with!

that‘s the big overview of everything! Thanks for asking me, anon, and I hope you have a wonderful day!

[yatsuyuu]

hey!

i'd like to be the <oyster> anon.

i can see that your blogs are chaging into relationship studies between y/n + oikawa,,, that's pretty cool

weird question:

how'd you think y/n and oikawa would be inebriated?

hello hello!

(a) yeah, i guess that's where my blog is goin'! but it's pretty fun talking about oikawa without any general plot sometimes - i do like writing posts with more "formal structure" if you know what i mean

(b) that's so cool because I have two drafts about that! but i can make some general hcs or a short drabble about it - tell me what you'd like so that i can make the content you'd like to see <3

[yatsuyuu]

WAIT I MADE IT ANGST BYE KWERTKKJT

[yatsuyuu]

i just saw your response to my question!

a short drabble would be nice :)

-🦪

:0 let's get it then

content warnings: mentions of alcohol

(all characters here are 18+)

i'll make a ver. for those who aren't comfortable with the cw too :)

warning - this isn’t proofread!

There’s just something scrumptious and utterly refreshing in watching liquid swirl and swim around a cage of glass - trimmed and shaped and primed around the edges, as if the little fancy and swirly patterns would stop the alcohol from spilling and dribbling over the table and floor, reflecting all of Oikawa in his state of misery from between bubbles and froth and foam of rum, beer, or whatever liquor he was planning on guzzling that night.

It’s uncommon and strange for him to act the way—it’s peculiar, bizzare, and unnatural—but it’s something he’s gotten used to. Between thick-fingered drunkards and reluctant buyers he sits, concocting and brewing and simmering ideas as to how to forget what happened last night, last week, last year—well, to be frank, his last relationship with you.

He sits and scratches his chin, drowning in his thoughts, and makes a move for the bartender—he’s finally chosen what he wants, and it’s certainly what he’d like, since he only drinks once and feels uneasy by how the bottles, sparkling and winking and glimmering with wine in their stomachs look at him.

He’ll take rum, he annonces to the bartender, since he’s read somewhere that it could be quite sweet, and he’s not in the mood for anything bitter and sour to wash over his esophagus tonight. He figures and works out that it’ll be like candy, since, well, if he were feeling sarcastic, he’d comment on how people who drink it look like flies to honey—hypnotized by how it runs like syrup. Or maybe if he’s feeling particularly indifferent, he’d talk about how it’s like most alcohol, really, so he doesn’t have to get all poetic: just give it to him, but don’t make it too strong.

But he’s got no one to feel sarcastic or witty or curious or indifferent to, since he’s by himself, just like all those years ago as a child, bundled up in blankets in the hospital. Maybe the alcohol just reminds you of him, and he fancies something a little more different for him to see if he could’ve done the same for you: to grow wiser, try new things, and be a different person.

If only.

[yatsuyuu]

hey!

i'd like to be the <oyster> anon.

i can see that your blogs are chaging into relationship studies between y/n + oikawa,,, that's pretty cool

weird question:

how'd you think y/n and oikawa would be inebriated?

hello hello!

(a) yeah, i guess that's where my blog is goin'! but it's pretty fun talking about oikawa without any general plot sometimes - i do like writing posts with more "formal structure" if you know what i mean

(b) that's so cool because I have two drafts about that! but i can make some general hcs or a short drabble about it - tell me what you'd like so that i can make the content you'd like to see <3

[yatsuyuu]

do you ever think that oikawa would take a sculpture class and make an extremely abstract piece of work (literally a 3d squiggle) and then say he made it since "it looks like your head underwater"

[naddy0w0]

Hi I’m new to tumblr so I’m excited to see how this goes! Please don’t be afraid to message me I desperately need friends I-

[yatsuyuu]

same tbh

[yatsuyuu]

general headcanon but

oikawa just loves your kisses - each and every single kind - the sad ones, the enthusiastic kinds, the passionate types, and those that are purely casual. he loves it when you kiss him first, since it just makes him special in a "i got kissed today!" way, even if it sounds cheesy and corny and anything but the kitchen sink.

it's just something that makes him feel wanted. terribly needed. exceptionally loved. undeniably appreciated. thinking that there's something he did that made you stand up and reach your mouth to his skin - the utter focus - makes him tremble inside.

pecking him in the morning - something of a routine for the two of you - makes his lips shiver invitingly, since it tells him that you've grown so accustomed to his presence around you that you'd and can reach out to him whenever and wherever. sure, you do pass the coffee, and pat him gently on the back, and say encouraging words that'll make him cry and underestimate himself less, but smelling a faint whiff of your perfume/cologne before the texture of your lips is something he'd love to experience again and again.

reluctantly but surely kissing him after a fight, slowly and sensually on the mouth that underestimated and insulted and scowled and spat and sniggered time and time again shows forgiveness (for the both of you). maybe you're hurt, but covering your lips with his might bandage the wounds you two have. lips like plaster on skin - firm and unrelenting, but supple enough for comfort. you're silencing any "i don't deserve you" and "don't leave me"s that could've possibly snuck and squeezed their way out - despite himself, you still want and need him, and he does, too.

reaching out for him at night and puckering your lips in annoyance when he gently laughs and tries to scoot away from you, since he's feeling a bit playful when you're all slumbering and soft. giving him a nice forehead kiss after successfully groping and clutching and fumbling for him on the bed is relieving, but also a command: he better go to sleep, it's 11:00pm.

[yatsuyuu]

my 35th post!

[yatsuyuu]

general headcanon but

oikawa just loves your kisses - each and every single kind - the sad ones, the enthusiastic kinds, the passionate types, and those that are purely casual. he loves it when you kiss him first, since it just makes him special in a "i got kissed today!" way, even if it sounds cheesy and corny and anything but the kitchen sink.

it's just something that makes him feel wanted. terribly needed. exceptionally loved. undeniably appreciated. thinking that there's something he did that made you stand up and reach your mouth to his skin - the utter focus - makes him tremble inside.

pecking him in the morning - something of a routine for the two of you - makes his lips shiver invitingly, since it tells him that you've grown so accustomed to his presence around you that you'd and can reach out to him whenever and wherever. sure, you do pass the coffee, and pat him gently on the back, and say encouraging words that'll make him cry and underestimate himself less, but smelling a faint whiff of your perfume/cologne before the texture of your lips is something he'd love to experience again and again.

reluctantly but surely kissing him after a fight, slowly and sensually on the mouth that underestimated and insulted and scowled and spat and sniggered time and time again shows forgiveness (for the both of you). maybe you're hurt, but covering your lips with his might bandage the wounds you two have. lips like plaster on skin - firm and unrelenting, but supple enough for comfort. you're silencing any "i don't deserve you" and "don't leave me"s that could've possibly snuck and squeezed their way out - despite himself, you still want and need him, and he does, too.

reaching out for him at night and puckering your lips in annoyance when he gently laughs and tries to scoot away from you, since he's feeling a bit playful when you're all slumbering and soft. giving him a nice forehead kiss after successfully groping and clutching and fumbling for him on the bed is relieving, but also a command: he better go to sleep, it's 11:00pm.

[yatsuyuu]

how about dancing with oikawa, late at night, with the two of you and nothing else but your hips grooving along to the bass. fingers shivering at the synth. shoulders swaying along with the vocals. tripping and sliding and stepping and traipsing over each other's feet. taking a left around the kitchen sink in his arms. twirling around the cupboard's right sides with his arms around your waist. hopping over the carpet with his body warmth pooling on the expanse of your back. snapping digits and hastily-polished shoes underneath the ceiling lights. watching his face become shades and hues of pale yellow, dainty neon green, and soft-spoken pink from the disco light thing you installed when you first moved in with him.

he bumps and stumbles into the hardwood desk and whimpers in pain. you pucker and purse your lips and kiss his swollen hand.

the next time you hit something carelessly, he makes out with you instead, since he thinks your lips can dance with his to the music. and why not? he's heard you sing the melody, but he'd love to feel you against him.

[yatsuyuu]

part one of some vague drabble/imagine series that doesn't and won't have a name

[petriquors]

hey hey!

i'm reading your fic on ao3 and i really love your writing style!

oh hi! that's really kind of you!

i love yours too!! i'm a big sucker for a good character/relationship study, and yours are *chefs kiss*

[yatsuyuu]

[yatsuyuu]

how about dancing with oikawa, late at night, with the two of you and nothing else but your hips grooving along to the bass. fingers shivering at the synth. shoulders swaying along with the vocals. tripping and sliding and stepping and traipsing over each other's feet. taking a left around the kitchen sink in his arms. twirling around the cupboard's right sides with his arms around your waist. hopping over the carpet with his body warmth pooling on the expanse of your back. snapping digits and hastily-polished shoes underneath the ceiling lights. watching his face become shades and hues of pale yellow, dainty neon green, and soft-spoken pink from the disco light thing you installed when you first moved in with him.

he bumps and stumbles into the hardwood desk and whimpers in pain. you pucker and purse your lips and kiss his swollen hand.

the next time you hit something carelessly, he makes out with you instead, since he thinks your lips can dance with his to the music. and why not? he's heard you sing the melody, but he'd love to feel you against him.