#Iwaizumi: he turned into a squid

[skooorch]

how the great oikawa-san's visit to tokyo to meet kuroo-chan and bokuto went

[atsuminthe]

hi love for your event may i ask for asphodel 🖤🖤 suna, iwaizumi, and ushijima and your stuffed animals/plushies (wherever this takes your big brain bb - them buying one for you, how they treat them, you/them cuddling w it - anything!!) ty and ily 😚😚

★ custodian’s scribbles: i love this bc i have 1 (one) teddy bear i can’t sleep without and an alarming amount of other stuffed toys so i can resonate with this idea

fear not the passage in the afterlife—the Queen, Persephone, is kind...

Ω ASPHODEL — Eurydice stirs in her pot, humming...

The custodian’s thoughts on scroll #71, “All about stuffed animals with Suna, Iwaizumi, Ushijima”

SUNA RINTARŌ

he has a younger sister and his mother insists on buying her stuff all the time so he developed quite the eye for stuffed animals

the usual choice would be a teddy bear, right? classic, cute, very fluffy. even add a ridiculous red heart with a white “i love you” etched on it

wrong. not with suna rintarō, at least

“teddy bears are overrated”

this menace will buy you anything he thinks looks funny—octopi, turtles, a gingerbread man, a squid, a Pompompurin half your size (this was limited edition and honestly? when you don’t cuddle it he uses it as a pillow for his cervical spine, his posture is as terrible as ever), vegetables

but the one you treasure the most is the fox plushie he won for you, when you were second years, at a summer festival

whenever you can’t see him, he’ll baby talk to it. brings him a little peace knowing this one stuffed toy, so insignificant in the grand scheme of things, reminds you of him

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

will buy you anything you want. literally anything. spoils the fuck out of you because you’re so cute when you hug your new Cinnamoroll plushie

which, in turn, lands him some very nice cuddles afterwards

treats your plushies with utmost care—one time, he spilled his coffee on one of your teddy bears because he was half-asleep and apologized so much when he realized. promised to wash it or buy you a new one

kiss his nose and reassure him that everything’s alright, he really felt bad :(

while he very much prefers to hold you pressed to his chest, your head resting over his beating heart, he isn’t opposed to holding you from behind while you hug your favorite plushie. you’ll end up curled up on top of him with your arms wrapped around his neck anyway

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

him. hajime. dream man. i love him so much i’d give him anything he wanted

um chile so anyways—

while he loves to spoil you, he’s the one who says no from time to time. “you have enough of those at home”, “i always trip over them because they’re scattered all over the place”, “this is the exact same one i bought you last week” and the list of reasons why he won’t go home with another stuffed toy can go on forever

he’ll indulge you, sure—after all, he was oikawa’s support teddy bear for years on end and he himself couldn’t sleep until he was 8 without his Godzilla plushie—but when he says no, then it’s no. he doesn’t relent

however will treat your plushies like he treats you

don’t tell anyone, but his old Godzilla plushie stands on a shelf next to your favorite stuffed toy, their little fabric hand joined, and whenever he sees that, he tears up a little

[rosierin]

masterlist ;

haikyuu ;

headcanons

what they buy you for christmas

⇨ ft. daichi, sugawara, asahi, nishinoya, tanaka, kageyama, hinata, tsukishima, yamaguchi

what they buy you for christmas (part 2)

⇨ ft. oikawa, iwa, mattsun, makki, kyotani, kunimi

what they buy you for christmas (part 3)

⇨ ft. kuroo, kenma, lev, bokuto, akaashi

what they buy you for christmas (part 4)

⇨ ft. ushijima, tendou, semi, atsumu, osamu, suna, aran, terushima, aone

what they smell like

⇨ ft. hinata, kageyama, tsukishima, yamaguchi, tanaka, nishinoya, daichi, suga, asahi, oikawa, iwaizumi, kyotani, atsumu, osamu, kita, suna, bokuto, akaashi, kuroo, kenma, lev, ushijima, tendou

who their favourite disney princesses are

⇨ ft. akaashi, suna, daichi, asahi, tendou, yams, tsukki, kuroo, ushijima, tanaka, iwaizumi

who their favourite disney princesses are (part 2)

⇨ ft. kageyama, kita, oikawa, osamu, nishinoya, kenma, suga, bokuto, atsumu

haikyuu boys as big brothers

⇨ ft. many

haikyuu boys as big brothers (part 2)

⇨ ft. many

what the haikyuu boys wear

⇨ ft. twins, suna, sakusa

what the haikyuu boys wear (part 2)

⇨ ft. oikawa, iwaizumi, kageyama, hinata

what the haikyuu boys wear (part 3)

⇨ ft. kuroo, kenma, bokuto, akaashi

what the haikyuu boys wear (part 4)

⇨ ft. tanaka, nishinoya, tsukki, yamaguchi

random things guys do that are attractive

⇨ ft. many

oddly specific haikyuu headcanons

⇨ ft. atsumu

oddly specific haikyuu headcanons

⇨ ft. suna

being friends w/ the haikyuu boys includes;

⇨ ft. the seijoh 3rd years, the twins + suna, the karasuno 3rd years, tendou (with a hint of ushijima), nishinoya and tanaka, the terushima squad

haikyuu x squid game: who survives?

⇨ ft. 47 characters, so pretty much the whole cast

fics, drabbles, imagines

'til it breaks | oikawa tooru (multi-chapter)

⇨ in which your annoying classmate pushes himself just a step too far

studying with you | tsukishima kei (oneshot)

⇨ studying with tsukishima involves lots of eye rolling, backhanded comments and just a hint of attraction

mischief and manner | miya twins (one-shot)

⇨ kitsune au. after meeting the two fox spirits of inari shrine, summers at your grandpa's have never been more fun

shinsuke de hyōgo | kita shinsuke (oneshot)

⇨ kita is poor with words and his s/o is left underwhelmed by his confession. so, who does he turn to for advice? the miyas of course! what could possibly go wrong?

the foxes of inarizaki | atsumu miya (one-shot)

⇨ when the author tries to put her daydreams onto paper. a fic in which the twins, suna, kita and akagi are part of a jpop group, giving lessons in a... high school? it sounded better in my head

colors | atsumu x miya (mix of short imagines)

⇨ an ode to my fav hq boys

moments like these | nishinoya yuu (one-shot)

⇨ childhood friends to lovers drabble, starring a mediocre football game, a not-so-accident, accident and piggybacks

crushing on his queen | kageyama tobio (one-shot)

⇨ kageyama's shy attempt at confessing his feelings to you, feat wingman hinata and the karasuno hype squad

one hell of a cook | osamu miya (one-shot)

⇨ osamu participates in an onigiri-making competition for charity and meets a chaotic cook who he finds oddly endearing despite their lack of culinary skill.

"mildly inebriated" | atsumu miya (one-shot)

⇨ in which a drunken atsumu shares his thoughts about reader and suna's past relationship

(not) him | atsumu miya & suna rintarou (one-shot)

⇨ a continuation of my suna self ship in which reader realises she's no longer in love with atsumu, but his friend: suna.

thunderstorms and reheated prawns | suna rintarou (one-shot)

⇨ suna pays for his lack of culinary skills but the reader makes up for it by becoming (against her will) his personal heated pillow.

sick day | suna rintarou (one-shot)

⇨ in which suna pays you a visit when you miss out on school.

just us | suna rintarou (one-shot)

⇨ includes; lost keys, 4am McDonald's, shooting stars and first kisses

weak dates, roommates, and fanfiction bad takes | suna rintarou (one-shot)

⇨ suna picks you up after a disappointment date and on the way back home you engage in a riveting conversation about fanfiction.

happily ever after | suna rintarou (one-shot)

⇨ you're put in charge of babysitting suna's little sister but your period pains cut your evening short. instead, suna lulls you both to sleep by reading you a story as you cosy up in bed

alley cat | suna rintarou (one-shot)

⇨ suna takes you out on a christmas eve walk around the city

safe place | suna rintarou (one-shot)

⇨ a valentine's special in which you and suna engage in a heartfelt chat ♡ (sort of)

genshin impact ;

fics, drabbles, imagines

salvation | xiao (oneshot)

⇨ after going for a midnight promenade, the conqueror of demons opens up about his trauma amidst a sea of fireflies

durarara ;

fics, drabbles, imagines

midnight chat | izaya orihara (oneshot)

⇨ you don't get to see your childhood friend often but when you do, he always finds a way to make it interesting

my hero academia ;

headcanons

who they main in genshin impact

⇨ ft. izuku, bakugo, kirishima, kaminari, todoroki, shinso, sero, iida, tokoyami, ochako, mina, hagakure, tsuyu, momo, jiro

miscellaneous ;

a night made for two | miraculous ladybug (drabble)

[greycappedjester]

HI IM OBSESSED WITH ALL YOUR HAIKYUU STORIES I LITERALLY LOVE THEM ALL YOUR CHARACTERIATION AND STORY WRITING AND STYLE IS SO AWESOME AND PLEASING TO READ I FEEL SO MANY EMOTIONS WHILE READING and because i am in love with him, i wanted ot ask if you have any random headcanons about hinata and his random friendships with people? it can be any characters or comething i just always love hinata content. i also especially liked him and hoshi friendship in hogwarts and how kagehnas understood ech oth

Thank you so, so much :)

Sorry this one's taken a bit to answer; but, I am soooooo glad you like the series and the characterizations and just, ahhh, thank you so much!

So, random friendship headcanons we go....

Hinata and Aone:

-So, Aone is one of the current Prefects where he's amazing and everybody loves him. But, earlier than that and back in first year when Hinata was trying to figure him out a bit because "wow, he's huge and kind of scary but he plays Quidditch so he has to be cool and he's a Hufflepfuff so that's probably good but he also kinda looks like he wants to murder me but maybe he means that in a good way". Anyway, Hinata had a habit of getting lost on his way to Quidditch practice and weirdly almost always ending up next to bathrooms. Until one day, he came back to his room and found a carefully drawn little map with a lot of the major hallways detailed on it. It didn't have a name but, months later, he recognized it as Aone's handwriting and it was one of the kindest things that had ever happened to Hinata at that point. After that, they had an unspoken bond and Hinata only got lost 83% of the time.

Kageyama, Yachi, and Kenma:

-I don't know if I've ever mentioned; but, I need these three as my socially anxious "oh, fuck, someone's talking to me ABORT ABORT how tf do I make small talk" friends. Sure, they all have vastly different responses (Kageyama: Yell at it or glare until it goes away; Yachi: Hide or maybe mutter anxiously; Kenma: grab nearest book and hope they go away) but every now and then they'll have a moment when Lev and Hinata are being particularly Extroverted (TM) when those three just look at each other and go "right, they're the crazy ones here" (No shade to all my extrovert friends, ya'll got Hinata and Lev over there being like "I think our friends need more company!!!!! :D" while the social anxiety trio hiss like angry cats in the corner)

Iwaizumi and Bokuto:

-Voted (in their friend group) "Most Likely to Go the Longest Without Getting Into Any Kind of Mortal Peril" for four years running. I honestly think that except for having the friends they do that the worst trouble Iwaizumi and Bokuto would ever get into would be Quidditch related. That said, I also think both of them would be bored out of their minds since all of them are some kind of brand of danger prone. However, on the days that Bokuto and Iwaizumi are left to their own devices, two things happen: (1) absolutely nothing and it's a peaceful day; (2) everyone comes back to the two in some strange competition--including arm wrestling (Winner: Iwaizumi), orgami (Winner: Bokuto), card stacking (Tie as they decided to work together to combine card stacks into the ultimate card castle....everyone was as disturbed as they were impressed). Idk how to describe it but in terms of energy Iwaizumi and Bokuto have the low-fi version of bro energy where it's equally strange but somehow nothing's on fire...like it would be for any of the other pairings

Daichi and Noya (or also the beginning of the Crows)

The story of how Daichi looked at those crazy Gryffindor first years and went "well, someone's gotta make sure they don't die": Daichi's second year was a strange one. He'd finally made it to the reserve Keeper on the Quidditch team and there was talk that he could take over next year while at the same time that batshit wild first year with the crazy hair turned out to be some kind of flying prodigy and was immediately made Seeker.

Who's a good person to keep an eye on him? "DAICHI," cheers the rest of the Quidditch team. "Wait, what," says Daichi who was late to the meeting. And, thus, Daichi became the father of one (soon two as he learned Tanaka and Noya were a package deal). "Well, at least I'm not doing this alone," said Daichi. "W-what do you mean," said Victim #2-also-named-Asahi.

And, thus X2, Noya and Tanaka (plus Ennoshita who was dragged along with), got two live-in babysitters...one more effective than the other since Asahi got an immediate crush and was completely unhelpful in actually stopping anything since he just kind of blushed and stuttered whenever Noya smiled at him.

Chaos reigned.

Noya and Tanaka friends with the centaurs, made beginning plans to ride the Giant Squid (didn't actually make friends with it until second year), and gave Daichi a lifelong fear of acromantula.

You see, our poor hero Daichi was very fed up and more than a little exhausted. But, at least he had Asahi. "They're really not that bad," Asahi insisted. "I gave Noya a Butterbeer earlier and he said--" Nevermind, Daichi was completely alone.

However, while Daichi debated the pros and cons of child abandonment, he happened to come across an unusual sight.

The sight was Noya, dirty and slightly bruised like he always seemed to be, but holding a small little thing in his hand that took Daichi more than a few seconds to realize what it was.

"Is that a bowtruckle?"

Noya grinned. "Yeah. Little guy fell out of his nest." He nodded up at a tree. "Took me forever to get him to come over. Bowtruckle's are skittish and don't trust people much."

Daichi blinked. "Aren't those nearly extinct and used for lockpicking."

"Yeah, probably why they don't trust people much."

Theoretically, Daichi knew that bowtruckles were incredibly, incredibly rare and that there was more than one magical creatures student that would cry just seeing one, let alone knowing there was a whole nest on campus.

...But, that would also mean that everyone else would know about it, too, and somehow Daichi didn't think that everyone else would handle the little creatures with the same care and patience that Noya did. Actually, come to think of it, Daichi wasn't sure that even he could. Funny enough, Daichi had never seen Noya actually quiet before.

In the end, Daichi helped Noya out with a good Levitation Charm and decided that maybe it wasn't that bad being a single parent at the ripe old age of twelve years old. At least he had some pretty good kids.

.....he has since vocally regretted that roughly 2,012 times and actually regretted it 0.

[ezzydean]

“I’m practically made of little to no self control. It’s who I am.” - Nagisa & Asahi

I don’t even know what this is.  Other than 860 words of disaster.

“You see,” Nagisa said from where he was sprawled in the pilot’s seat, loose limbed enough that he was the slightest space wobble away from sliding onto the floor.  “I am practically made of little to no self control.  It’s who I am.  It’s how I survive.”  He gestured toward the nav console and flopped his hands towards the ladder to the lower level.  “The others?  High strung.  High maintenance.  High-” his eyes went wide, “-ly qualified and competent and the reason I am here today.  I couldn’t be happier to be a part of this crew.”

Asahi hunched his shoulders and peeked behind him at whoever spooked Nagisa.  Haru blinked at them a few times, slow and deliberate, before shaking his head and hopping into the opening by the ladders.  Of course he didn’t use the ladder itself.  That would be logical and reasonable and safe.  Asahi looked back at Nagisa in confusion.  There was no way Haru had been the one to spook Nagisa.  Asahi had heard the two of them discussing the probabilities of getting caught if they tried to recalibrate the food processor so that 93.85% of the choices were either fish based or pure sugar just last week.  Nagisa blinked innocently back at Asahi, smile still pasted on his face and Asahi turned back around to look behind himself again.

And nearly broke his ankle when he yelped at the pair of wide pale blue eyes staring up at him only inches away and tried to back away.  The only place he went was into the co-pilot’s seat with a rather undignified crash.  He was a pile of flailing limbs and quivering nerves at the sight of their ship’s captain looming out of the shadows - shadows that he will never understand the logistics of seeing as how the nav center is nothing but bright lights and open space save for the seats - and next to him Nagisa was still a loose limbed squid of a being.  Though Asahi knew him enough to see the jitter of tension just under his sprawl.

“Ca-, uh, Captain Kuroko,” Asahi croaked out.  “How are you today?”

Kuroko stared at him, unblinking, for so long Asahi started to think that he was actually a hologram or something.

“Is it day now?”

“Uh.  Technically?  I think so?  I can go check if you want?”

“Nagisa,” Kuroko said without looking away from Asahi and why did Asahi always get dragged into these things?  He hadn’t even been doing anything wrong.  He had simply been in the nav center to double check the patchwork wiring he had needed to do a few days ago to make sure it would hold until they landed somewhere with more tech and knowledge than a backwards village that still believed fire would kill a vampire and their oceans were endless.

“Nagisa,” Kuroko repeated, still staring at Asahi.  Like maybe Asahi was under Nagisa’s mind control or something.  He wasn’t.  He could still feel all his fingers and his tongue didn’t taste like oranges.  Therefore no Nagisa in his head.

“Yes Captain?”

“Do you care to tell me why my weapon’s expert seems to think he is a hamster and keeps trying to gnaw on the table in my quarters?”

Asahi heard Nagisa mumble something that sounded suspiciously like “Cause he’s a dickwad,” and Kuroko cleared his throat.

“What was that?”

“Cause Iwaizumi was being a stick in the mud and refusing to share the last ice cream replicator cubes even though he knows they’re my favorite and we probably won’t have any for another lifetime or something.”

“I need my weapon’s expert at peak condition Nagisa.”

“I need my ice cream in my belly.”

Kuroko stared at Asahi.  Asahi cringed.  And then he caved like a badly constructed house of cards on a trampoline.

“Nagisa.  Just.  Let Iwaizumi go?  Maybe you can just, I dunno, make him chew on his pillow in his sleep instead?”

Nagisa growled out that Asahi was a traitor and stomped out of the nav center with a pout.  But Asahi knew he’d do as asked.

Kuroko was still staring at Asahi.

“I don’t know if I am relieved that you got him to stop or irritated that the only way to do so was to redirect him.”

“Probably more irritated you didn’t think of it yourself,” Asahi offered.  “I am going to shut up now and go find out what, um, anyone who isn’t in here is doing,” he added hastily when Kuroko’s eyes narrowed at him.

Asahi scurried away as quickly as someone his size could.

He never signed up to be a telepath’s keeper.  He never trained to be one.  He was one of the mechanic crew.  He was not a babysitter.

If he slipped past the captain’s quarters to make sure Iwaizumi wasn’t gnawing on anything it wasn’t because he was checking on Nagisa.  It was simply because he might have to repair yet another highly complex mechanical system with nothing more than electrical tape and soldering goop.  You never knew what kind of damage someone as determined as Iwaizumi could cause after all.  Even if he was simply chewing on things and not shooting them.

[puddingcatbeans]

title: i wanna hold hands with you pairing: iwaoi rated: g summary: iwaizumi and oikawa go on a date. (except oikawa didn’t know it was a date.)

for iwaoi day~ ao3 link

“You’re late, Shittykawa.”

“Mean, Iwa-chan! You’re the one that suddenly said we’re going to the festival. I had to see if my yukata still fit me.”

“How old are you again?”

“Hey, again, your idea to go to the festival, which we haven’t been since we were tiny brats, you and your brutish figure and Makki and Mattsun dragging us around trying to beat you at every game stall---Hey, Iwa-chan, wait up!”

Iwaizumi slows down, but he doesn’t turn. He has his hands in his pockets as he steps around little kids running with candy apples and fried squid. Somehow, even with that infamous familiar scowl etched on his face, under the glow of the lanterns, Tooru thinks he looks beautiful.

“Ne, Iwa-chan! Buy me a candy apple, too!”

“Aren’t you supposed to be watching your calorie intake? Mr. Hot-Shot Volleyball Player.”

Tooru flips his hair. “Apples are healthy.”

“You’re disgusting.”

Still, Iwaizumi digs out enough change. He holds the treat out to Tooru, who tilts his head quizically. 

“They’re smaller than I remember.”

“That’s ‘cause you’re a giant.”

“You’re just jealous because you’re still a midge---No, wait, I’m sorry, give my apple back!”

The festival is as hot as Tooru remembers, crowded with local vendors and tourists and blushing teenagers obviously on a date. Tooru finishes his apple cheerfully, strolling alongside Iwaizumi and cheering obnoxiously when his best friend decides to challenge the game stands. They walk away with the largest prizes, leaving behind a trail of open-mouthed brats clutching at their loose change. Towering above everyone, Tooru smiles to himself at the nostalgia wafting past his nose, sweet and sizzling, the sound of laughter following their slow meandering footsteps.

“Here,” Iwaizumi says, shoving the giant alien-shaped plushie at Tooru. “Don’t you have a collection of these ugly things?”

“Iwa-chan!” Tooru gasps. “They’re not ugly! Unlike you!”

“Shut up.”

Tooru stares down at the abnormally large eyes of the lopsided plushie. He thinks about Iwaizumi’s text earlier that day, fully capitalized and punctuated because Iwaizumi’s a nerd like that, straight to the point and leaving no room for arguement. He thinks about how Iwaizumi grumbled as usual but bought him all the treats he asked for, how when he lingered a bit too long at a stall because something caught his eye, Iwaizumi immediately asked the vendor how to win the prize. He thinks about the pretty girls carefully treading along in their brand new yukatas, holding on tight to their boyfriend’s hands. 

Squeezing the plushie, Tooru stops suddenly. “Iwa-chan,” he says slowly, eyes never leaving the alien, “Is this a date?”

Silence. Tooru finally gathers the courage to glance up, and Iwaizumi is staring at him, eyes squinted and mouth slightly open in a grimace. 

“You---” Iwaizumi starts, and then shakes his head. “What the---You’re the one that’s always complaining how we never go on dates!”

“Yeah, but we hang out together all the time, how was I supposed to know this was different?!”

“I asked you to go to the festival with me. A festival. Isn’t that what shoujo manga is all about?”

“Since when did you read my sister’s manga?”

Iwaizumi crosses his arms, scowling fiercely despite his red face. “She leaves them lying all over the house and you take a long time primping or whatever the fuck you do in the bathroom.”

“Still,” whines Tooru, “you should have said something! I would have---I don’t know! It didn’t feel like a date at all!”

“Then what, you want to hold hands or something?”

“Yeah, I do!”

Both of them fall quiet at Tooru’s outburst, eyes widening. Tooru looks away first, clutching the plushie to his chest. He’s suddenly aware of the crowd again, walking around them like they’re two rocks splitting the stream. 

“Come here,” Iwaizumi says, and he reaches out to grab Tooru’s wrist. He ignores Tooru’s protests, dragging him past the stalls and up the hill where people are already settling down with blankets, up the stairs until they reach the benches in front of the deserted shrine.

“Iwa-chan...?”

Iwaizumi turns. He’s still scowling, but fainter now, and there’s a soft look in his eyes, something Tooru is beginning to recognize more often. He looks down at where he’s still clutching Tooru’s wrist. 

“We can’t hold hands down there. But here,” he says quietly, and just as quietly, slips their hands together, entangling their fingers easily, naturally, “here we can. We can stay. As long as you want.”

Even with the dim lighting from the lone lamp behind them, Tooru can see how red the tips of his best friend’s ears are. He bites his lip, blinking rapidly, pulls himself together. Tooru squeezes their joined hands, just as the first explosion of colours fired into the sky.

“I love you,” he says, voice drowned out by the fireworks.

His Iwa-chan doesn’t look away from the sky, but he squeezes his hand back, just as hard. And that’s all the answer he needs.