maddieg0531

[maddieg0531]

Glimpse of Us

Brief Message: Hey guys, haven't posted in like forever and a day. Just found this old story when going through my things and realized i hadn't posted it, so uh, here ya go

Oikawa x fem!reader

Angst to fluff

Warnings: alcohol, drunkenness, like three swear words

A/N: I didn’t really know how to describe this. I got the idea after listening to “Glimpse of Us” and  “Stick Season” so if it seems familiar, that’s why. Sorry that it is so choppy. My brain has forgotten how to write apparently. There are lot of logistic problems with this. Like I don’t know jack crap about Argentina or Spanish and I know she is from Japan so she would speak Japanese not English but ignore it, it isn’t the point of the story.

You sigh as you lay on your couch scrolling through the latest instagram posts. Look at all your friends doing something with their life, while you sit around with a jank job, ugly apartment, and zero money. The bright phone light shines on your face amid the darkness of your living room. With another scroll, your breath hitches. You stare at the screen with short breaths and wide eyes. Before you is a picture of your childhood best friend and ex-boyfriend Oikawa Tooru, sitting on an Argentinian beach with his arm around some girl. You really should have unfollowed him when you broke up, but you didn’t want to lose contact. He doesn’t post often but when he does you take notice. Most of his post are volleyball related, but this is the first picture he has posted with a girl since…since you. You grunt and throw your phone to the side. What right do you have to be jealous? It’s been a year and a half. He has every right to move on. In fact, you are happy for him. He has achieved his life long dream of becoming a world renowned volleyball player and now he has settled down with someone. Good for him. It’s not like you can say the same. You haven’t even looked at a guy since that day. You can’t. No matter how nice or attractive or smart they are, they aren’t Oikawa. They don’t have his bright smile, his teasing jokes, or his warm embrace. 

“Ugh! What is wrong with me!” You yell to yourself. “I’m so damn pathetic! It’s been over a year Y/N! What are you doing with your life!” You feel tears streaming down your face. You have never been very sure on what you want to do with your life. All you knew is that you wanted to spend the rest of it with Oikawa, but clearly that was a foolish dream. You take a shower in an attempt to wash away your sorrows and throw yourself on your cold, empty bed to fall asleep in the dark, alone. 

~~~~

“Why?” His voice is barely a whisper.

“Because I can’t be the reason you miss out on your dream.” You choke out through your sobs.

“You are my dream Y/N! Why can’t you understand that.” Oikawa tries to grab your arm, but you jerk away.

“No I’m not! You have wanted this since we were kids. Please don’t give it up for me. Trust me, this hurts. I don’t want this either, but it would hurt me more if you gave up your life long dream for me.”

“But it’s not worth it if you aren’t there. Who is going to cheer me on? Who is going celebrate after ever win? Who is going to comfort me when I lose? Who am I going to wake up to every morning?”

You gently wipe away the tears rolling down his cheek. He grabs your hand and holds it against his cheek so you can’t leave. “You’ll find someone. You won’t have to look far. Now go and live your dream. Win some games for me, okay?” You give him a watery smile as you pull out of his grip and walk away. 

“Y/N wait! Please!” Oikawa runs after you. He runs and runs but he can’t catch up. He can’t see you…you’re gone.

Oikawa is snapped out his thoughts by Sofia calling his name.

“Tooru?! Are you listening?” She complains, taking a sip of her wine. 

“Sorry, what were you saying?” The soft breeze rustles his hair, as he stares at the sunset from his balcony. 

“I was asking if you wanted to go with me to a party this weekend?” She grabs his arm, looking up at him with puppy eyes. 

“I don’t know. I’m not much of a party fan.” 

“Oh come on. What happened to the fun Oikawa, who used to party every night?” 

He sighs at her comment. He didn’t like that version of himself. He partied every night in an attempt to forget about you. He got drunk on off days and had a new girl every week. He hoped the loud music from the parties would drown out the thoughts of you. But it just made the thoughts louder. All he could think about was the fact that you weren’t with him. With every drink, his mind flooded with your voice telling him he shouldn’t drink anymore or he will get sick. Girls would swoon over him but he always found himself searching their eyes for a small glimpse of you. So he stopped. He doesn’t drink anymore. He no longer goes to parties. He doesn’t listen to music. Sometimes silence is louder than any rage could be. But it still doesn’t drown out the thoughts of you. He met Sofia about 6 months ago. Oikawa thought that dating her would fix his problems. If he could fall for her, then he would forget about you. He tried. He really did. When she hugged him, he tried to give in to her warm embrace. When he kissed her, he tried to feel the passion he felt with you. When she smiled, he tried to feel its glow, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t. He didn’t tell her jokes because it wasn’t your laugh. He bought her stuff but they rarely meant anything. When they spent time together it was quiet and sad. What the hell is wrong with him! Does he seriously plan to live the rest of his life like this?! He has girls all over him who are pretty, funny, and lively. Why can’t he fall for them?!

“I’ll go.”

“What?” Sofia questions him.

“I’ll go. To the party.” He can’t keep wallowing. He has to move on. Let loose. Have some fun. 

“Really?! Yay!” Sofia jumps up and down squealing, while Oikawa stares off into the sunset praying that something will change. 

~~~~

As you sit 40,000 feet in the air, on a plane to Argentina, you truly question your life decisions. What are you doing? You told yourself you are going to get closure, when you left your house, when you boarded the plane, and now as your plane lands in Argentina. You are going to see him from a distance and see that he is fine, so you can be fine. You can move on because he has moved on. That is all you need. Then you can take a small vacation, think things over, and go back to Japan to start a new and improved life. At least, that is what you say over and over in your head while you go to your hotel. 

You throw down your suitcase and fall down your bed. Who are you kidding? We all know why you are here. So that you can see Oikawa one more time before you cut him out of your life completely. How are you going to find him? You can’t speak Spanish. How are you going to ask for directions? Jeez. You really didn’t think this out. But that is a problem for tomorrow. 

As you step out of the hotel, you breathe in the warm, fresh air. It reminds you of something Oikawa said

Argentina is beautiful. It is so warm and open. It would be more beautiful with you…

Oikawa texted you a few weeks after he left. He was right. It is beautiful…you ignore the last part. While you walk down the street, it is so lively. There are people everywhere, chatting away.  The buildings have beautiful architecture and the greenery is lovely. As you walk down the street, you come across a small cafe. You stop in for some coffee because jet lag is a bitch. Sitting by the window, you wonder if anyone around here would even know who Oikawa is. They would have to be into sports and even then they may not know anything about him. You get up to go throw away your coffee cup when you notice a TV in the corner. The small screen displays a volleyball game between Brazil and The United States. From behind the counter, the older lady who took your order lets a whoop as Brazil gets a kill. DING. A lightbulb goes off in your head. You go up to the counter and hastily ask, “Do you know anything about Oikawa Tooru?”

She looks at you confused, “No hablo inglés.” Right. You had to use google translate to order. You go to pull out your phone to use handy dandy google when she stops you. “Esperar.” She walks to the back. Did you offend her? Where is she going? She walks back out with a girl who looks like a younger version of her. The woman gestures to her.

“My mother told me you speak English. How can I help you?” She smiles.

You almost collapse from relief, “Oh thank goodness. Someone who speaks English. Uh, I noticed your TV is playing  a volleyball game and I was wondering if you knew anything about Oikawa Tooru?”

Her eyes widen, “Oikawa Tooru? Of course I know who he is! He is the star player for Argentina. Plus he is muy guapo.”

“Yeah, I don’t know what that means but do you know where his team practices?” 

“Oh, yeah. They practice at the volleyball club but good luck getting near him.” 

“Why do you say that?” 

She lets out a small laugh, “No one outside of the team is allowed in their practices. Girls will swarm the place waiting for him to come out.” 

Sounds accurate. You wish that they had made that rule at Aoba Johsai. Maybe you wouldn’t have had to be bombarded by girls one too many times. “Do you know what time they practice?” 

“Hmm, I’m not sure. But I heard someone say that this week is their off week.” She shrugs.

“Great.” You mutter sarcastically, “Well, thank you so much!” 

“Of course! Adios!” She waves as you exit the cafe. 

Of course you had to come on their off week. That is just your kind of luck. At least you know where they practice. Maybe he will be there anyway. If you know Oikawa, you know that he never stops practicing. You make your way to the volleyball club, praying that he is there. Yet some part of you hopes he isn’t. What are you going to do if he is there? What are you going to say? You sigh, while staring at the fated club building. You push open the door and walk up to the reception desk. A buff man sits reading a magazine. 

“¿Tarjeta de socio?” He asks without looking up from his magazine. 

“Uh…” You didn’t practice what you were going to say.

He meets your gaze with an annoyed glance, “Tarjeta de socio?” 

“I…uh…can I go in?” You try gesture your words so he will maybe get what you are asking. 

He rolls his eyes, “Tarjeta?” He speaks slowly, while tapping an ID card. 

“Oh,” That’s what he wanted, “No…uh tengo una…um…membresia?” You attempt to read off your phone in a very broken manner. 

“Sin tarjeta, no hay entrada.” He looks back down at his magazine with a huff. 

You get a feeling that isn’t a good sign. You are about to attempt to ask again when a familiar face catches your eye. You recognize one of the guys leaving the gym as one of Oikawa’s teammates. You call after him as he leaves the building. “Excuse me! Uh..” Freaking hell, how do you say excuse me in Spanish?, “Pardon! Excuse me!” You catch up to him and grab his arm. He turns to look at you, confused. “Please, uno moment.” You say between breaths. 

“Uh…You speak English?” He asks. 

Your eyes widen, “Yes! Yes, I do.” You blush at how excited you got. 

“You need directions?” He questions.

“No, no. I have a question for you.”

“For me?” 

“Yes. You are on the volleyball team with Oikawa right?” 

He rolls his eyes and laughs, “You come a long way to see a crush, huh? Look, I have told many girls this, I am not giving you Oikawa’s information.” He turns to walk away again, but you grab the sleeve of his shirt.

“No please,” He stares at you, “I’m not a fangirl.”

He tilts his head to the side in confusion, “Are you from the news?” 

“No. I’m an old friend of Oikawa’s and I need to find him.” 

“If an old friend, why not just text him?”

“It’s a surprise.” That’s a lie. You just want to see him and leave. “I haven’t talked to him in a while, so I don’t know where to find him.”

He crosses his arms and looks at you skeptically, “How do I know you tell the truth?” 

“I have pictures of me and him? Do you want to see?” 

“What is your name?” 

“Y/N”

His eyes widen slightly, “Oh.”

“Oh? What is that supposed to mean.” 

He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, “Oikawa has mentioned you before. Come to think of it, you do look familiar.”

“What did he say?” He has talked about you? Is that a good or bad thing?

“Not much. He say that you used to be his girlfriend and showed us some pictures. He said something about getting you back. He…” He trails off, finding a sudden interest in the ground.

“He what?”

“Not important. Why you want to see him?” 

“I told you, it’s a surprise.” 

“Oh, well he will not practice here until next week. We have no practice.”

“Do you know where else I could find him? Maybe his apartment or something?” What are you asking? You don’t want to go to his apartment. 

“You have paper?”

You search your purse and pull out a scrap receipt. He jots down an address and hands it back. “He is busy today but I think he will be home tomorrow.”

“Thank you so much!” You could kiss this man for his generosity. Obviously you won’t. 

“You welcome and uh, just…never mind.”

“Uh, okay.” He waves as he walks away. You practically skip back to your hotel, overcome with joy of how much simpler this was than you thought it would be. It completely slips your mind that this means you will be facing him head on and not from a distance as you planned. 

~~~~

Oikawa lets out a holler as he downs another shot. It has been months since he has been to a party like this. He remembers why he stopped going. The noise, the people, it reminds him of you. How you hate large parties. How you don’t drink. How you prefer older, calmer music, to this loud, rager music. Everything reminds him of you. Damn! Why can’t he do something without being reminded of you? He doesn’t want to live in misery like this forever. Why did you have to breakup with him? He would have done long distance. He would have stayed in touch until one day he married you and you moved in together. Then you would never be separated. Why? Why?! Why! With each thought, he downs shot, after shot, hoping to drown them all out, but they just keep getting louder. Before he knows it, Oikawa can barely stand up straight. 

After the party, Oikawa goes to leave and almost falls flat on his face. Sofia and a friend of theirs catches him mid-fall. 

“Woah there, party boy. Let’s get you home before you accidentally walk out into traffic.” Sofia jokes as they drag him home. 

“You know, Y/N hated parties like this.” His words are as wobbly as his walk. “Ha! She would be so mad at me right now.”

“Hm, why is that?” Sofia asks. 

“She said ‘alcohol is bad for you and if you want to be a strong athlete you have to watch your intake’,” He mimics your voice. They reach his apartment and Sofia takes him from there. She sets him down on the couch, “I’m going to get you a trash can and water, okay? Don’t move.” 

“Hehe, okay.” He flops down on the couch. When she comes back, he looks up at her, confused. “Where’s Y/N?”

“Huh? She’s not here, Tooru.” She looks back just as confused.

Oikawa’s eyes fill with tears, “What? But she always takes care of me.” He starts crying, wailing about how he wants you to take care of him. 

Sofia does her best to take care of the big baby and after a few times throwing up, he is out like a light. She lays a blanket on top of him and heads to bed in the guest room. 

Oikawa groans as the sunlight hits his face. His head feels like it has been split in half. What did he do? 

“Morning, party boy.” He turns to see Sofia in the kitchen making breakfast. 

“Sofia? What are you doing here?” He asks, voice rough from grogginess 

“I helped you home last night and stayed to make sure you didn’t die overnight.” She smiles as she flips a pancake. 

“Oh. How bad was it?” He winces at the loudness of his own voice. 

“Mmm, pretty bad. You went through an entire bottle of tequila.” 

“Oh gosh.” He rubs his face, trying to block out the sunlight. “Ugh, I knew I shouldn’t have gone.” He gets up, slowly, and attempts to take a shower. Why did he go? He knew this would happen. It is a good thing this is his off week because coach would kill him if he came to practice hungover. He gets in the shower and tries to wash all of his problems away. He changes into new clothes to get rid of the smell of alcohol and sadness. He drinks coffee to rid himself of the pain. KNOCK KNOCK. His head explodes at the sound. 

“I’ll get it.” Sofia says. 

“No, I’ll get it.” He goes to open the door and almost drops his coffee mug at the sight. 

~~~~

What are you doing? You ask yourself as you leave the hotel. What are you doing? You ask as you enter the building. What are you doing? You ask as you go up the elevator. What are you doing?! You internally yell as you knock on his door. The door opens and there he is. In the flesh. Standing before you. His eyes are wider than an owl. Is he still drunk, he thinks to himself. Are you really standing in front of him? You stare back at him, eyes equally as wide. 

“Y/N?” His voice is barely a whisper. 

“Oikawa?” Your voice is somehow quieter. As you look into his eyes, you notice that they are bloodshot, a faint smell of alcohol wafts off of him. You go to reach your hand to his face, “Are you ok-“

“Oikawa? Is everything okay?” You see a beautiful woman step into sight. It is the girl from his instagram post. That’s right. He has a girlfriend. What are you doing! 

You jerk your hand away, “I-sorry.” You turn and run down the hallway, tears filling your eyes. You are an idiot. Why did you come here? What did you expect? He has a girlfriend for crying out loud. 

Oikawa swears under his breath. He shoves his coffee into Sofia’s hands and runs after you. You aren’t getting away this time. He is running after you but you aren’t going to slip away this time. You aren’t going to fade from his sight. You jump into the elevator and smash the close button. The door is almost closed when a hand stops it. It opens back up to show a disheveled Oikawa. He steps into the elevator with you. 

“I-I’m sorry.” You whisper, stepping away from him, “I shouldn’t have come—I…”

Oikawa steps closer and gently wipes the tears rolling down your cheeks. You melt at his touch. Oh how you missed him, his warm touch, his comforting presence. “It really is you.” He says, breathlessly. “What are you doing here?” 

His question shocks you back to reality. You pull away from him, “I-I don’t…” You aren’t sure what to say. Why are you here? You wanted to see him from a distance for closure, right? So why did you knock on his door? The elevator dings and the door opens to the first floor. You quickly go to leave but Oikawa stops you. He closes the door and hits the emergency stop button so that you are stuck. “What are you doing?” You ask, “Let me leave.” You try to push past him to the buttons but he doesn’t let you. 

“No. Not again.” You freeze at his words. “What are you doing? Why did you come here?” 

You look away, embarrassed, “I don’t know.”

“So you just happened to end up in Argentina at my front door?” He questions, sarcastically. 

“No-I guess-I just wanted some closure.” You whisper and if Oikawa wasn’t so close to you, he wouldn’t have heard it. 

“Closure? Closure for what?” 

“For us!” You break, tears streaming down your face. “I came to see you happy and successful so that I could go home and actually do something with my life. But it was a bad idea, okay? It was stupid! Now let me go!” 

He stares at you, but he isn’t angry. He is confused and slightly sad, “See me? Happy?” He laughs, a watery laugh. 

“What? Is my chagrin really that funny?” 

“No. No, it’s just, you wanted to see me happy.” He says, calming down.

“Yeah, so?” 

“You don’t get it.” He looks at you, more serious. “I haven’t been happy since we broke up.”

Your face drops at that. He can’t be serious, “Stop that. You seem perfectly fine to me.”

“This looks fine.” He points to his disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes. 

“That’s not what I mean. You achieved your life long goal of being a world renowned athlete. Everybody knows your name. You are one of the bests.” 

“It means nothing without you.” All his teasing and laughter goes away. He stares at you, completely serious. 

“Stop that! You know that’s not true. You have a good career, good friends, a girlfriend, a-“

“A girlfriend?” He cuts you off, confused.

“Yeah. You know, the girl who was standing in your apartment just now.” You look away, trying not to cry more than you are. 

“Sofia? Why do you think she is my girlfriend?” 

“Oh you know, just that she is in your apartment in the morning or that you posted a picture with her on the beach.” You scoff.

“That’s why you think she is my girlfriend? Seriously? Did you even read the caption?” 

Your cheeks flush with embarrassment, “No.”

He lets out a small laugh. “She is my friend, nothing more. I’ll be honest, I tried dating her but it didn’t work out because,” He gently turns your face to look at him, “She isn’t you.” 

Your eyes widen slightly, “Yeah, but you have all these other girls to choose from. They are pretty and nice I’m sure.” 

“But they aren’t you.” He steps in closer, still holding your face, “Sure they are pretty, but you are beautiful. They may be nice but you are exquisite. You are brilliant, effulgent, vivacious, stupendous, so many things that I can’t even begin to name. Ever since you left, I haven’t thought of anything else. I tried to go to parties, go on dates, everything, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About how much I miss you, how much I need you. How I love you and would do anything to have you back in my life. Please don’t leave. Not again.” He leans in close enough that your noses are touching. You close the gap and smash your lips against his. The kiss is vehement. It feels like a thousand fireworks going off at once. His soft lips against your warm ones. You both missed this so much. His hands wrap around you to pull you tighter against him. Your hands run through his soft hair. You missed his hair, its soft, luscious curls. He missed your touch, its warm, comforting embrace. You break apart, both of you breathing heavy. He leans his forehead against yours. You are crying, but this time from happiness. You missed him so much. He gently wipes your tears and kisses your cheek, “Shh, don’t cry, my love.” 

You press your face against his chest, arms wrapped tight around him. He holds you just as tight, afraid that you will leave if he lets go. “I’m sorry.” You say between sobs.

“For what?” He kisses the top of your head. 

“For leaving. For hurting you. For showing up without notice. For being selfish. For everything.” 

He gently cups your face, staring lovingly into your eyes, “Don’t be sorry, love. You did what you thought was best. And I’m so glad you are here. You have no idea.” His face lights up with the brightest smile, the smile that you missed, the smile that only you could bring out of him. He leans back in to press a gentle kiss against your lips.

“I missed you. I would watch you win a game and my heart would hurt knowing I wasn’t there to support you.” You smile up at him.

He quirks an eyebrow, his signature smirk painted across his face, “So you watched me, huh?” 

You roll your eyes, missing his teasing jokes, “Shut up. Of course I watched you, I wouldn’t miss your games for the world, even if I am 7,000 miles away.” Your face falls slightly at the thought of having to go back home. He wouldn’t go back with you, right? He can’t just up and move and leave behind his team. 

“Stay here.” He blurts out.

“Huh?” You look at him, confused.

“Stay here, with me.” 

“Uh, yeah. I guess I can move my stuff from the hotel over here.” 

“No.” You stare at him, completely lost, “I mean, that’s not what I meant. Stay here, like permanently.” 

“Oh.” 

His eyes widen, realizing the weight of what he just asked, “I’m sorry. You probably have a job and friends and a life. I shouldn’t have asked. You don’t have-“

“Okay.” 

“What?” 

“Okay. I’ll stay.” You stare at him, totally serious. 

“Really?!” He picks you up and swings you around, forgetting that you are literally in an elevator. He puts you down as the elevator shakes. He scratches the back of his neck, awkwardly, “Right, I probably shouldn’t do that,” He pushes the emergency button to run the elevator again, “Wait. But what about your job and friends?”

“Well, since you left, I haven’t done much with myself. I don’t have any good friends and my job is horrible, so I don’t have anything tying me down.” You look away, a blush creeping its way up your neck. 

He turns your head to look at him. “Well, I hate to tell you, but it sounds like you will have to move here.” 

You laugh at his cheekiness, “Oh, do I? How awful.” You say sarcastically. 

He smiles and leans in to kiss you again. The elevator dings and opens but you don’t notice. 

“Finally!” You both turn to see Sofia standing there with her arms crossed. 

“Oh, hey.” You both look away, cheeks flushed, “Uh Y/N, this is my friend, Sofia. Sofia, this is Y/N.”

“The Y/N?!” She gapes.

“Uh, do you know me?” You laugh awkwardly. 

“Do I? Anyone who knows Oikawa knows about you. Last night he cried because his precious Y/N wasn’t there to take care of him.” She exaggerates. 

“Hey! I-“ He was going to deny it, but he can’t really remember last night, so it’s entirely possible. 

You laugh, “It’s okay. It’s kind of cute.” You kiss the tip of his nose. Oikawa’s cheeks flush at your touch

“Anyway, lovebirds, if you’ll excuse me, I left breakfast on the counter and I’m going home to change because Oikawa spilled his coffee on me.” She stares at him.

“Yeah, sorry about that.” He avoids her gaze. “Uh, we should probably go.” Oikawa guides you out of the elevator. As you pass Sofia, she sends a wink your way. “Come on, let’s go check out your new home.” He kisses the top of your head.

Oikawa puts his arm around your waist and leads you back to his apartment your apartment. 

[maddieg0531]

Hugs and Kisses

Oikawa x fem!reader

Hurt/Comfort, Angst

Warnings: Creepy guy, unwanted advances, self blame, reaction that indicates past trauma, uncomfy situations

Synopsis: A guy consistently bothers you and when he pushes a little to hard, you don't know what to do with yourself.

Headcanon: Oikawa is a big physical touch person and LOVES hugs

A/N: I'm back from the dead. A few things about this story. First, writers block is real, so if this sucks, my bad. I just needed to get words on a paper (screen ?). Second, ⚠️ this story may be uncomfortable or triggering for certain audiences ⚠️ You have been warned, read at your own risk. Y/N's reaction indicates potential past trauma, so no she isn't just being dumb or dramatic. It's a real response that real people have. Anywaaaaaaaaay, I hope you enjoy! I'm working on some other things (slowly), so stay tuned!

Masterlist

Dating Oikawa is weird. You and Oikawa started dating about a month ago. You have never been a popular kid. You had your friend group and you did your things just like everyone else. You figured dating him would draw a little bit of attention but not this much. As you walk down the hallway — the same hallway you have walked for two years — people stare at you. You focus your eyes on the floor and try to ignore them.  You make your way to Oikawa’s locker, but your lack of attention causes you to run into someone. 

“Oh I’m sorry.” You look up to see the captain of the baseball team looming over you, his muscular body way too close to you.

“It’s always a pleasure seeing you.” He winks at you with a smirk. 

“Uh…” Something about his voices makes you shrink into yourself. You are about to walk away when you feel arms wrap around you.  An involuntary squeak escapes your mouth. 

“Gooooood morning beautiful!” A familiar voice calls as he spins you in a circle. 

You turn to look at him, “Tooru! You scared me.” 

“Sorry that I want to see my wonderful girlfriend.” He says placing a kiss on your forehead. His eyes drift past you to see the large captain behind you, “Oh, hey Hiroto. Sorry, did I interrupt or?”

“No. Not at all.” You quickly reply. 

“Yeah, just saying hi.” Hiroto says with a begrudging tone. He passes by you, brushing your shoulder and hitting Oikawa’s. 

“Man I just don’t understand him.” Oikawa says, shaking his head. 

“Doesn’t matter.” You hug Oikawa, his warm embrace and sweet smell relaxing you. You let out a soft sigh, “I have to go to class.” 

“But I just got here.” Oikawa pouts.

“Maybe you shouldn’t be late.” You press a kiss on his cheek, “I’ll come to practice this afternoon, okay?”

“Okay.” You laugh at Oikawa’s pouty face. He really is just a big puppy.

~~~~

Grabbing the last of your stuff, you close your locker and turn to go to the gym. Standing right behind your locker door is the same guy from earlier, Hiroto. 

You jump back, “Oh, uh…sorry. I didn’t see you there.” You swing your bag over your shoulder and go to walk around him, but he steps in front of you.

“Hey, if you aren’t busy, you should come to watch baseball practice.” His scratchy voice makes your brain itch.  

“Yeah, uh sorry but I’m going to the gym to watch Tooru practice, so uh…maybe another time.” As you walk away, you scratch your head, trying to get off the weird feeling he gives you.

“Yeah, another time.” He calls after you. 

You walk into the gym and Oikawa immediately runs and hugs you. His warm embrace immediately takes away the weird feeling from before. 

“Hey, love.” He mumbles into your shoulder.

Before you can respond, you hear Iwaizumi yell, “Loserkawa, get over here and warm up!”

Oikawa looks up and pouts. You can’t help giggling at his silly reaction, “You should go warm up.”

“But I wanna hug you.” He whines.

“I appreciate that, but you are supposed to be practicing,” You give him a peck on the cheek, “I will cheer for you on the side.”

“Okay.” Oikawa sulks back over to his team to warm up. You are dating a child.

You watch Oikawa practice and every time he hits a serve he winks at you. You are trying to study, but your book just sits open, while you neglect it to watch your boyfriend show off. 

Coach blows the whistle to mark the end of practice. He calls the boys over for a huddle while you pack up your unfinished homework. Oikawa runs up to you for a hug but you stick your hand out preventing him

“What??” He pouts.

“You’re sweaty. There is no way you are hugging me like that. I’ll go wait outside.” You tease. You walk outside into the cold air, a light breeze blowing pass. You shiver, wishing you had brought a jacket. Maybe you should have taken the hug, at least it would be warm.

“Hey”

You jump and turn around to see Hiroto…again. “Oh uh, hey.”

“You need a jacket?” He asks, offering his, which is also sweaty from practice.

“Um I’m good.” 

“Oh, well, do you want me to walk you home. It’s kinda late.” He takes a step uncomfortably close. 

You back up against the door of the gym, “I’m actually walking home with Oikawa, but uh, thanks..” You try not to sound to uncomfortable. He just stands there staring at you and you aren’t sure what to do. “Um…I’m gonna go…” You open the gym door and quickly walk back inside. 

You speed walk over to Oikawa and tightly hug his arm. 

“Hey, I thought you were waiting outside?” He looks over at you with slight concern.

“I got cold…” You lie, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. 

“Does this mean you will hug me now?” Before you respond, he engulfs you in his sweaty arms, squeezing you tight. 

“Tooru! You’re so gross!” You say that, but you really don’t mind. He makes you feel safe and warm. So for all the teasing, you still welcome the hugs.

~~~~

You have had weird run ins with Hiroto for a week now. You never knew him before and now he’s everywhere. He makes you uncomfortable, but you don’t tell anyone because you don’t want to assume anything about him. It is probably just you being overly judgmental. Every time you see him, he gets more and more familiar with you. He will stand closer to you, be more forward. He has asked to walk you home several times now and you are running out of excuses. 

Normally you have Oikawa as an excuse to get out of conversations, but he is really busy with preparing for his upcoming tournament. You manage to go the whole school day without running into Hiroto. Just when you think you will make it the whole day, you run into him outside the gym. (You were bringing Oikawa dinner since he would be practicing late). 

“Hey, how are you?” He asks.

“I’m fine.” You respond quickly.

“What are you doing?” 

“Uh, I was just giving Oikawa dinner, since he will be here late.”

“So you are staying here late into the night. That’s kind of rude of him to make you stay.” He suddenly sounds judgmental. You don’t know how to feel about it. 

“No, uh he didn’t make me stay. I’m going home because I want to, not that I don’t want to stay. I would stay but I need to do homework and…” You are cut off by him laughing at you. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. You don’t have to be so defensive.” He lowers his voice and leans in closer, “although it is kind of cute to see you flustered.”

You feel your stomach flip at the statement, “Well, uh, I have to go now.” You slide past him and start speed walking away. 

Hiroto, with his oddly long legs, catches up easily with you, “I’ll walk you home.”

“No, you don’t need to do that.” You say shakily, not making eye contact.

“Yeah I do. You can’t walk home alone. I don’t know why Oikawa would let you walk home alone. If I had a girlfriend as pretty as you, I wouldn’t let her out of my sight.” 

You freeze outside the school gates, debating whether or not you’re going to stay for Oikawa’s practice. Should you go and get him? No, you can’t bother him. He is already stressed out about this tournament. You can’t be a burden. 

“Um yeah, okay. I’ll see you later.” You stare at him, waiting for him to leave. 

He stares back at you, “Well, lead the way.” You just look at him awkwardly, hoping he will take the hint. “Uh, earth to Y/N. Lead the way home.” He waves his hand way to close to your face.

“Why?” Is all you can think of to say.

“I can’t walk you home if you don’t walk home.”

“You don’t need to walk me home.”

“Yeah I do.”

“No you don’t.”

“You aren’t walking home alone. You let Oikawa do it, so why can’t I?”

“Because Oikawa is my boyfriend and you aren’t.”

“Clearly he isn’t a very good one.” He takes a step forward, backing you into the pillar of the school gate, “What do you see in him anyway. He is arrogant and self focused. All he cares about is volleyball.”

“That’s not true!” You pipe out, increasingly scared of his presence.

“Really? Then why isn’t he here to walk you home? Why do you always have to stay late for his practice.” He puts his hand on the brick pillar behind you and leans uncomfortably close to your face. You freeze, “We all know I would be a better boyfriend than him. I can tell you like me, so just forget about him.”

You are scared stiff, his face inches from yours. You want to push him away, scream, run, something, but you can’t move. It’s like you are paralyzed. Suddenly, he closes the gap and smashes his lips against yours. You let out a muffled scream, eyes wide and filling with tears. He pulls away with a nasty grin on his face. You stare blankly past him, unsure of what just happened. 

“Since you won’t let me walk you home, I’ll leave you with that.” He winks at you and pats you on the head before walking away. 

When he is out of sight you crumble to the ground and break down crying. What just happened?

You walk back to your house in tears, confused, uncomfortable, and guilty. How could you have not done anything? Why didn’t you push him away or stop him? When you get home, you immediately take a shower. You scrub yourself, trying to wash away the remnants of him. You sit in the shower drowning in tears, scrubbing so hard that you leave a rash. You end up crying yourself to sleep.

You wake up the next day, drowsy and confused. You hope it was all a dream, until you look at your arm where you left the rash. You almost start breaking down crying again, but you manage to pull yourself together. You are supposed to meet Oikawa today for coffee to study for an upcoming test. How are you supposed to face him? You let another guy kiss you and you have the audacity to casually get coffee. Your phone buzzes on your bedside table, Oikawas name flashing across the screen. You pick up and Oikawa’s smooth voice chimes through the phone, “Hey love, are you alright?” You freeze. How did he know? “We were supposed to meet for coffee at 10 right?” 

You look at the time and it’s 10:15, “Oh crap.”

“It’s okay. I was just texting you and you didn’t respond, so I wanted to make sure you were awake.” You can hear his lovely smile through the phone, his comforting presence washing over you. 

“I’m sorry. I just woke up. I’m on my way.” Your voice sounds hoarse and like someone who has been crying all night.

“Okay, no rush. I’ll be waiting. Love you.” 

“Love you, bye.” 

You jump out of bed and rush to get ready. You throw your hair up, put on some random pair of clothes, and grab an apple before running out the door. Luckily the coffee shop is in walking distance from your house, so you make it there pretty quick. You walk in the door, out of breath and see Oikawa sitting at a table in the corner. His face lights up at the sight of you. You walk over and set your backpack down with a thud.

“Morning love,” He pulls you into a big hug, “You didn’t have to run. You look like you just ran a marathon.” He laughs as you press your face against his chest. The vibration from his laugh is comforting enough to put you to sleep. 

You pull back and sit down, “I’m sorry. I woke up late and I didn’t even realize. I forgot to set an alarm last night.” 

Oikawa cuts you off by squeezing your hand, “Hey, it’s okay. It happens sometimes.” 

You give him a half smile, still worn out from everything. He lifts his hand to cup your face, you instinctively lean into his touch. When you look at him, his face is scrunched up in concern, “Are you okay?”

“What?” You internally start freaking out. And maybe a little externally too. 

“Your eyes are all puffy and you look worn down. You aren’t smiling like you usually do and your voice is quiet and hoarse, which usually means something is wrong. What happened?” 

You are touched that he knows all of these things, but you feel the guilt pound away in your chest. You can’t tell him. It would crush him. But you should. But you can’t. “What, no. I’m fine.” You lie.

Oikawa is not convinced, “Hmm, okay. You don’t want to talk about it. I’ll wait until you want to.” 

He is so good to you and you are so bad for him. You might just break down and cry at his gentle manner, but you don’t. He slides over a coffee cup while you take out your books, “I got your regular.” He smiles.

“Thanks, you didn’t have to.” You blush at his kindness. 

“Sure I did.”

You spend a couple hours studying for your test. With each tick of the big hand, your heart drops further into guilt. There isn’t much conversation save for talking about the test. You don’t make eye contact the whole time. Oikawa’s voice was soft and his touch was gentle. He knows something is wrong but doesn’t want to pry. Once you feel relatively well prepared for the test, you immediately get up to leave. Oikawa stands with you. He opens his arms for a hug, letting you decide if you want to take it or not. You gently lean into his arms, so desperately wanting to spill your soul to him, but you can’t bring yourself to do it. So you opt to linger in his arms for a small moment

He gently pulls you close, kissing the top of your head. He whispers with the utmost care, “Whenever you want to talk, let me know. I’ll be right here.” You stand silent. “It can be 3am or two days from now. I don’t care when, but please call me, text me, talk to me. Don’t suffer through it alone.”

You nod as you reluctantly pull away from his grasp. You turn on your heel and rush out before he see’s you cry. Oikawa dejectedly watches you walk away, having already noticed the tears forming in your eyes. He can only hope that you will come and talk to him later. 

You practically run back to your house, tears flooding down your face. You feel so guilty. You know it’s not your fault, but it kind of is. You didn’t push Hiroto away. You just stood there and let him kiss you. You never said no, you never rejected him. You brought this on yourself and therefore only have yourself to blame. For hours you sit in your room sobbing, overwhelmed, disgusted, and unsure of what to do. You are practically drowning in your tears when you finally can’t take it anymore. You have to do something, tell someone. You have to tell Oikawa. He will be mad and probably leave you, but it is better to rip the bandaid off than let the wound fester. Your hands are shaking as you pick up your phone to text Oikawa. You can’t bring yourself to call him. 

Y/N: Can you come over?

To’ ❤️: Of course 🥰 I’ll be right over

Your eyes eventually dried, probably because you are dehydrated. You get up off your bed, the old springs squeaking as you lift your weight off of it. As you walk pass the mirror, you catch a glimpse of yourself. Your hair looks like a rats nest and there are tear stains on your cheeks. You look like a raccoon who had a really bad day. However, you don’t have the energy to do anything about it. You go downstairs and pour yourself a glass of water. Lord knows you need it. You open your fridge, hoping to find food, even though you haven’t gone to the store all week. Your stomach screams at you for only having eaten an apple today and then exerting enough energy equivalent to running a marathon. The lack of food in your fridge is almost enough to make you start crying again. As if you needed more help, you hear a soft knock on your door. You drag yourself over not wanting to open it, knowing what awaits you on the other side. Your hands shake as you reach for the door knob. You suck in a large breath and fling the door open. As you see your tall, beautiful, loving boyfriend standing there, you can’t help breaking down sobbing again. All the guilt and confusion and pain comes flooding back into you. Maybe if you didn’t drink that water you wouldn’t have started crying again. Your knees give out under the weight of your sorrow. Oikawa swiftly catches you, immediately pulling you into his arms. His heart snaps in half at the sight of you so broken. 

“Hey shhh, it’s okay. I’m here now.” He whispers, tenderly lifting you off the ground. He closes the door with his foot and walks you over to the couch. Your sobs resound through the room, each one more broken than the next. Oikawa gently cups your face, “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shake your head, unable to choke out words through the tears. 

“Do you want to sit here and cry?” He asks kindly.

You grab his shirt, holding on so tight your fists are white. You manage to force out some words, “N-no…I…I-I’m…sor-sorry!” 

Oikawa’s face contorts in confusion, “Don’t be sorry. You can sit here and cry and I will comfort you for as long as you want.” You fervently shake your head. Oikawa does his best to decipher your gestures, “No? Do you want to talk?”

You shake your head, trying to force out words. In your effort, you start hyperventilating, everything becoming so overwhelming. 

“Shhh, deep breathe in.” Oikawa breaths in, gesturing for you to follow. You manage a broken breath. “Breathe out…Breathe in…Breathe out.”

You and Oikawa do this for a few minutes (more like Oikawa does it and you try between sniffles). Once your breath has evened out, your sobs become more controllable. 

“There you go,” It’s not fair that Oikawa’s voice alone can calm you down. “Now what were you trying to say?” 

“I…I—“

“Deep breaths, you’ve got it.”

“I…I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” “N-no…you…you aren’t g-getting it.” Oikawa looks at you confused. “I—I….” You start hyperventilating again.

“Shhh, deep breaths. One word at a time. You?” 

“I-I…I cheated on you! I’m so sorry!!! I didn’t mean to! I didn’t want to! It just happened and I don’t know how and I don’t know why I didn’t do anything. He just was there and I froze and-and—“

You have lost all control at this point. You are sobbing, rambling on and on. Your face is buried in his chest, tears drenching his shirt. He’s holding you so gently while you are gripping his shirt so hard. You are shaking and feel like you might throw up. Your head is spinning and you are confused. It’s so much that you can’t process it all. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! You’re so good to me and I’m so terrible for you! I don’t know why you picked me. I’m sorry. I know you probably hate me and want to leave me but please…please!…Please don’t leave.” Your voice trails off, drowned under your tears. You need him so bad. You want to look in his eyes, hear his soft voice, be held in his arms, but you can barely hold yourself up. Oikawa is probably going to leave you. He is going to drop you and walk out. You need him to say something, do something. Even if it is yelling, even if he is breaking up with you, you need to hear his voice. Suddenly, Oikawa pulls you in his lap and hugs you softly against his chest. You freeze. That’s not what you thought he was going to do. Is this his goodbye? Is this it? “I-I…” You try to say something but you just can’t.

“Shhhh, it’s okay.” His voice is so warm and comforting. You can feel his heartbeat through his chest as his scent envelopes you. “I don’t know what happened, but you are not in a good headspace to talk about it clearly. So let’s just breathe.” He takes a deep breath, you following suit. “And let’s just sit and calm down for a moment, okay?” 

As he hugs you close to him, you can feel your heartbeat start to match his. Your broken sobs slowly turn into small sniffles. You sit in his arms for you don’t even know how long. Nothing was said, nothing was done. You just breathed together and existed together. You felt the exhaustion of everything hit you like a truck. You curl up small in his arms and feel yourself start to nod off into a much needed sleep.

You wake up on your couch, eyes puffy, your thoughts muddled. It’s dark outside even though it was just midday. What time is it? What happened? You were with Oikawa. You shoot upright. Did he leave you? You look around frantically. You have to apologize…you…you—

“Hey, calm down. I’m right here.” He comes around the couch from the kitchen. You feel the tension in your shoulders release at the sight of him. He sits next to you and you almost instinctively lean your head on his shoulder. But you remember, “I was…we were…talking? Crying? I was apologizing! I—“

Before you can get all lost in your thoughts, he cuts you off, “Calm down, it’s okay. You were upset and we sat and calmed down. You ended up falling asleep because you used so much energy crying. It’s been a few hours. I noticed you had no food, so I ordered some. Do you want to eat? Or do you want to talk?” 

“I want to talk. I need to talk. WE need to talk.” Your eyes are wide, like a deer in headlights. 

“Okay, then let’s talk. Slowly and calmly. One sentence at a time.” He settles you down a bit, knowing your tendency to ramble. “What happened.”

“I’m sorry. I cheated on you and I feel like a horrible person because you are so good to me and I just ruined it.” You can’t bear to look him in the eye.

“What happened? How did you cheat on me?” He asks with a hint of quizzical disbelief. 

“Well he wouldn’t leave me alone and I tried to say no but he kept insisting and then he just, he just kept getting closer and I didn’t know what to do and then I was backed up against the pillar and then he leaned in and he-he kissed me.” You feel yourself shudder at the memory, that disgusting feeling creeping up again. 

Oikawa tries to desperately hold himself together, waiting to hear the full story before going and punching a man, “Hold on. Who is ‘he’?”

“Hiroto, that guy from the baseball team.” 

“And he kissed you?”

“Yes, but I didn’t do anything to stop him. I just froze when I should have shoved him or—“

“Love, this is not your fault.” His voice is light and compassionate, “He approached you, yes?”

“Yes but—“

“No ‘buts’. Just a simple yes or no. Can you do that for me love? I just want to get everything clear.”

You nod with a quiet ‘yes’. 

“You did not want him to approach you?”

“No.”

“You asked him to go away and to leave you alone.”

“Well, not in those exact words, but yeah. I should have been more clear…” You stop yourself before Oikawa does.

“You in some form or fashion attempted to express that you did not want him near you, correct?”

You nod.

“However, he ignored said attempt and then cornered you and forced you to kiss him?” Oikawa’s jaw clenches tighter and tighter with each question.

“Yes…but I should have moved.” “But you couldn’t”

“I didn’t”

“You said you froze, right?”

“Yes.”

“That is a totally normal and valid response to fear. You were backed into a corner and someone—much larger than you might I add—was looming over you. He was in your personal space and violated you. He ignored your signs, ignored your fear, and HE chose to hurt you.” Anger starts seeping out of Oikawa, steam practically fuming from his ears.

“You’re angry. I’m sorry. You have every right to be mad.” You start to shrink into yourself again, tears threatening to come back out. 

Oikawa realizes his mistake and immediately softens up again, “No, no. I’m mad yes, but not at you. I’m mad at him for being such a terrible person and for hurting my princess.” He pulls you in his lap again, your back to his chest. He wraps his arms around you like a warm blanket, “You did nothing wrong. None of this was your fault. You are the victim here, okay? You have every right to feel hurt or upset or whatever you need to feel. You are not a horrible person. You did not cheat on me by any means. I’m not mad at you. Please don’t be mad at yourself. I love you so much and you are so wonderful and amazing and I’m so sorry you had to go through this. I’m so sorry that I wasn’t there to protect you.”

You spin around to look at him, “Don’t blame yourself, please. You didn’t know. I didn’t tell you anything. I thought he would go away, but he just kept bothering me, day after day-“

“Wait, how long has this been going on?” 

“…well you remember at the beginning of the week when we randomly ran into him in the hallway?”

“Vaguely”

“Well, after that I kept running into him and he kept saying weird things and asked me to come watch his practice or if he could walk me home. I always used your practice or you walking me home as an excuse but you were so busy with practice yesterday that I couldn’t stay. And then I ran into him outside and he kept following me, insisting on walking me home and then…yeah.” You look at Oikawa, his face slowly burning red with rage. 

“So he has been bothering you for a week now?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t want to say anything because I thought I was being dramatic or looking too much into it…but I guess not…are you mad that I didn’t tell you?”

Oikawa’s face softens again, “No, not at all. I’m sorry that you felt like you couldn’t tell me. You aren’t being dramatic. What he did was genuinely wrong and you are allowed to be uncomfortable or upset by it. Please if anything, anything, big or small, makes you uncomfortable or scared or upset or anything, please tell me. I want to know. I want to help you.”

You place your hand on his cheek, a soft smile poking at the corner of your mouth for the first time all day, “Thank you. That means so much.” You lean your forehead on his, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” He closes the gap between you, gently pressing his lips against yours, afraid of making you uncomfortable. 

You melt at his touch. Just one kiss from him and all your fears and worries fall away. You wrap your arms around his neck as his arms hold you tighter around the waist. You could live in this moment forever. You break apart but keep your head leaned on his. You two just sit and bask in each other for a moment before Oikawa pulls you in for a hug. You relax into him, letting his presence melt away the ice of the past 24 hours. He gently strokes your hair, “I hope you know I’m gonna kick his ass.”

“Don’t get kicked out of school, or worse, get kicked off the volleyball team.” 

He laughs at your comment, the vibration running through you, “It would be worth it for you.”

You sit up, looking at him with a smirk, “Are you saying you like me more than volleyball?”

“I can play volleyball any time with anyone. There is only one Y/N in this world,” He presses a quick kiss on your lips, “And she’s all mine.”

You blush at his flirting, “You love me. You want to kiss me. You want to hug me.” 

“Mhm, so what if I do?” He smirks.

“Hmmm, I’ll allow it, but only if you bring me some food. I have only eaten an apple today and I’m starving.” Your stomach growls and you both can’t help laughing at the timing. 

“Okay, anything for you, Love.” He gets up and brings over the ordered food, “But for real, we are filing a report against him.”

“No, I don’t want to make a big fuss.” 

“It’s either that or I beat him to a pulp. Your choice.” He says, taking a bite of his food

“Lets do the report.” You lean your head against his shoulder, “But you would totally win.”

“You think so?” He says smirking with a mouth full of food.

“Oh yeah. Baseball has nothing on your serves.”

“Got that right,” He throws his arm around you and kisses the top of your head. 

How did you get so lucky to find someone like him? 

Epilogue

“Did you hear? Hiroto got expelled.”

“Yeah, I saw him leaving school today.”

“What happened?”

“I don’t know but he always made me uncomfortable.”

You hear the murmurs from your schoolmates as you walk down the hall with Oikawa, who is standing awfully tall today. “Someone looks happy.” You nudge him.

“Of course. I’m with you aren’t I.” He smirks down at you.

“Mhm, I’m sure that’s why. At least you didn’t beat him up.”

“Of course not.” He says with a sly voice. 

More random voices chime around you, “Bro I saw Hiroto leaving school this morning.”

“Dude, I heard he got expelled.”

“Must have gotten in a fight” “You think?”

“Totally. He had a nasty black eye.”

You smack Oikawa on the arm, “To’ you said you wouldn’t beat him up!”

“I didn’t!” He holds his hands up in defense, “One punch doesn’t count as beating him up.” You walk away, pretending to ignore him. “Y/N wait! Come on, don’t leave me like that. He deserved it!.” 

You can’t help laughing at his little pouty voice.

“I’ll make it up to you. I’ll buy you coffee.” He spins you around, giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes he can muster.

“Hmmm, a coffee and ice cream.”

“Done.” He grabs your hand happily and continues walking with you.

“Did it hurt? Did he cry?” You mutter.

“Oh yeah, big time baby.” Oikawa laughs.

You are a terrible person for laughing, but you have a pass this time around. 

[maddieg0531]

She is beautiful

She is majestic

She blesses me with my inmost desires

Everyone loves her

Everyone flocks to her

Yet she is broken

She groans all the day long

Seldom are her blessings

The people leave

Disappointed

But again we come running

Back for more

In hopes that she might bless us again

[maddieg0531]

Two Seconds Too Late

Bakugo x fem!reader

Hurt/comfort, angst

Warnings: swearing, kidnapping, talks of blood and wounds, self blame ?, generally more dark themes

Synopsis: You are taken right in front of Bakugo's eyes and he is too late to stop it

A/N: Holy heck guys, thanks for 2500 likes! I feel very honored to have people enjoy my work. I just mess around and write random crap, so the fact that anyone cares means a lot. Please feel free to give me suggestions: characters, topics, tropes, etc. I would love to write something you wanna see!

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“I need you to tell me what happened.”

Bakugo stares at the ground, sweat dripping off his brow. The mans voice is muddy, incomprehensible. The fluorescent lights of the drug store sign blur Bakugo’s vision. Their buzzing is deafeningly loud. His mind is spinning, thoughts screaming.

“Sir, I need you to tell me what happened.”

Bakugo whips his head up to look the cop in the eye. He grabs the cops shirt and pulls him close to his face, “You know what happened! I already fucking told you!” 

“I-I need to know the details. Just c-calm down.” The cop cowers at the pure, unadulterated rage burning inside Bakugo’s eyes. 

“CALM?! You want me to be calm right now!!” Bakugo throws the cop back, the man falling to the ground. “They took her! And instead of looking for her, you are sitting here asking stupid questions!”

“T-the heroes—they are going—“

“TO HELL WITH THE HEROES!” Bakugo’s hands start sparking. The cop scampers away, yelling at his coworkers that Bakugo is crazy. “What hell is wrong with me?! I couldn’t stop—I didn’t—“ His breathing is heavy, all his senses are muddied and confused. “DAMNIT!” Bakugo yells up at the sky, as if it is the moons fault you are gone. He starts pacing, his whole body shaking. What is he still doing standing around?! He has to go find you. He has to save you. 

Just before Bakugo can fly off, a strong pair of arms grab him from behind. Bakugo starts thrashing, trying to shake them off.

“Calm down! Dude stop it! It’s just me!” Bakugo whips around to see his friend, Kirishima.

“Let go of me! I have to go find her!” Bakugo tries to pull out of his friends grasp but he feels so weak. His body feels like collapsing. 

“Stop it! Stop. Just look at me. Look at me!” Kirishima forces Bakugo to look him in the eyes. “You are angry and confused right now. We have no idea where they went. We have people all over the city looking for her. Take a breath.”

Bakugo’s eyes are wide and crazed. He can’t breathe. He can’t think. He can’t—he can’t

“BAKUGO!” Kirishima thunders, breaking Bakugo from his shock. “Breathe in.” Bakugo takes a shaky breath in.

“Good. Now breathe out.” As Bakugo breathes out, his body collapses on top of Kirishima’s. Kirishima lowers Bakugo to the ground, unable to hold his body weight. 

“How did I let this happen? She was right there.” Tears threaten to spill down Bakugo’s cheeks.

“This isn’t your fault. I’m sure you did everything you could.”

“B-but I should have stopped them. I-I’m supposed to protect her.” 

“Shhh. I know. Let’s calm down and give the cops your statement. We will find her. I promise.” Kirishima lifts a broken, mumbling Bakugo over to the cops to explain the details of the situation. 

—30 minutes ago—

“You can stay in the car. I just have to run inside really quick.” Bakugo smiled at you as he parked the truck.

“Okay.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Bakugo stepped out of the truck and walked into the drug store. The sliding doors opened with a ding as he walked in. The poor lighting of the store made it feel almost as dark as outside. The smell of BO and weed drifted off of the cashier and customer, the stench permeating Bakugo’s nose. Bakugo kept his eyes directed at the dirtied white, laminate, tiles. He moved to the back of the store to grab ibuprofen and shampoo. Normally he wouldn’t buy from here, but it was the closest stop to his house and he was flat out of both items. As he scanned the shampoo isle for a decent brand, he heard a loud thud from outside followed by a scream. Bakugo immediately dropped the bottle of ibuprofen and ran outside. He made it out of the store just in time to see you being pulled into some portal by two men. You were thrashing and screaming, tears streaming down your face. The man holding you covers your mouth with a sneer plastered across his face.

“Y/N!” Bakugo charged at the portal as it started to close. You let out a muffled scream reaching for his hand, but he was too late. The portal closed taking you and the perpetrators with it and Bakugo stood alone, with an empty, outstretched hand. 

Bakugo sits in the police station, his leg bouncing so hard it is shaking the bench. His eyes are glazed over as he watches the police and heroes rush back and forth. He stares down the man behind the front desk, who seems to not be doing anything. The police told Bakugo to wait here because they would be the first people to know if you are found or not. People bustle around him, but he’s not sure they are actually doing anything. After all, you are still out there, alone and probably scared and he is sitting on a wooden bench in the police station, drinking fruit water and doing nothing. A tall, muscular cop walks up to Bakugo.

“You said the suspect who grabbed her was roughly 6ft, had black hair, and a scar on his right cheek, correct?” His monotone voice asks.

“Yes. You already asked me this. Why have you not found them yet?!” Bakugo shoots up to look the man in the eyes, rage pouring out of him. The cop doesn’t even flinch. 

“We are doing everything we can to find their whereabouts.” He drones, “We did find out some information on the kidnappers. The one male you identified was charged several years back for a shoddy bank robbery. He and his brother were sentenced to jail for 5 years, but got out early on good behavior. Is this the man you saw?” The cop turns his tablet around to show a mugshot of two men. 

Bakugo grabs the tablet, his vision going red, “Where is this son of a bitch?”

“We are working on locations. Several people have been dispatched to their homes, work places, and hangout spots. So far, no one has anything.” 

“Well, find them!” 

“My best guess is they took her for ransom, which means they will probably reach out soon.” The indifferent cop walks back to his workspace.

Bakugo paces back and forth. Soon isn’t good enough. He needs to find you now. You are his whole life. He doesn’t know what he will do if he loses you. Scratch that, he will kill the bastards that hurt you. Bakugo anxiously twists the wedding band on his finger. His fingers run over the smooth metal, each touch reminding him of you. You are strong. You will be okay. He tries to calm himself down but it isn’t working very well. 

Several hours pass, leaving Bakugo increasingly anxious. Kirishima left to help with the search for you. He forced Bakugo to stay behind in case the kidnappers try to make contact. Bakugo leans his arm against the front desk, tapping his fingers furiously. A tv sits behind the desk with the news channel running. All the noise is just background to Bakugo, until he hears your name. 

“Y/N Bakugo, Dynamight’s wife, was kidnapped earlier this evening. The police say that two brothers who were recently released from prison after being charged for robbing a bank, are the ones behind the kidnapping. As the time ticks by and Y/N is no where to be found, it makes people wonder, how did the wife of one of the top heroes manage to get kidnapped?” Before the reporter can say anything else, Bakugo smash the remote, turning the TV off.

“That’s it. I’m not sitting around here waiting any longer. I’m going to find her if it’s the last thing I do.” Bakugo marches up to the drone cop from before and grabs him by the shirt. “I want the name and address of every person connected to these guys now. I will find her and no one can stop me.” “I can’t let you do that. What if the kidnappers make contact?” The cops asks, voice slightly raised. 

“Then forward the call. Now give me the names.” 

Before they can keep arguing, the scrawny kid at the desk jumps out of his seat, “Sir!” 

“What is it, boy?” The cop demands.

“They found her!” 

Bakugo drops the cop and marches over to the desk, eyes wide. “Where is she?!” 

“S-she is at the—the h-hospital.” The young cop stammers. 

Bakugo rushes out the door and speeds over to the hospital. Bakugo’s vision goes blurry, his mind filled with endless questions of what happened and what they did to you. In no time, he makes it to the hospital. He bursts into the ER, doctors rushing by, patients being rolled in and out. The smell of rubbing alcohol and blood stains the air. His ears are filled with people talking, monitors beeping, and babies crying. He desperately looks around for any sign off you. Bakugo grabs a doctor, “Where is she?”

“Where’s who?” The man stutters.

“My wife, damnit! Where is Y/N!” Before the man can answer, he hears your voice from down a hallway. He bolts towards the sound, rounding the corner to see a bunch of doctors crowding a small room. “Where is she? What’s going on?” 

A nurse turns to him, “She won’t let anyone touch her, but we need to take care of her wounds.”

Bakugo looks through the window into the room to see you thrashing and crying, while doctors try to hold you down. Blood runs down the side of your face and your arms are bruised and cut. He can hear you cry, “Get off of me!! Only he can touch me! Stop touching me!!” 

“Let me in.” Bakugo’s face goes stone cold, all his rage and anxiety being shifted into a laser beam of focus on helping you. “Sir, we can’t let you in. She needs to be examined.” The nurse tells him.

Bakugo isn’t asking permission. He pushes past the doctors and nurses to get to you, “Get out of my way! Let me see her!”

Your screams stop when you hear his voice, “Katsuki?” Bakugo shoves his way in and runs up to you. “Katsuki!” You throw your arms around him, any injuries forgotten. You shove your face into his broad shoulder, tears gushing down your face. Bakugo holds you tight against him, tears also flowing down his face. “Help me please. You have to help me. T-they won’t l-leave—make it stop, make it stop.” You manage between sobs.

“Shhhh it’s okay. I’m here now. You’re safe. I’ve got you.” He picks you up sliding onto the bed and moving you to sit in his lap. “You’re okay.” He rubs your head while rocking you back and forth. 

“Don’t let go. Please, don’t” Your voice is broken and hoarse. Your hands grip his shirt so tightly that your knuckles are white. 

“It’s okay, love. I’m never gonna let you go.” Bakugo lightly grabs your face, his heart breaking at the sight of your wounds. You have a black eye and bruises all over. Blood runs down from a gash on your forehead. Your eyes are red and puffy, tears spilling out of them. “I am so sorry, love. I should’ve been there.  I shouldn’t have left you alone. I-I’m sorry—“

You shut him up by slamming your lips against his. He pulls you tighter against him, afraid that if he lets go you might disappear again. Your tears mix together, the taste of blood and salt prominent. You break apart for air and shove your face into his chest.

“Um, excuse me?” A nurse squeaks, “We need to check her wounds.”

Bakugo looks you up and down to see multiple gashes and bruises along your arms and legs. When he gets the chance, he is going to murder the men who hurt you. 

You look up at him, wide eyed, “Please don’t let me go.”

“I won’t let you go, but you need let them look at your injuries.” Bakugo says, soothingly stroking your hair.

You give a small nod. The doctors move in to check on your wounds, while you hold on for dear life to Bakugo. The doctors start saying something about potential stitches and taking an x-ray to check for broken bones, but it is all drowned out by your presence. Your warmth fills Bakugo’s most inner being. He stares at you with mixed emotions of sadness, anger (at the kidnappers), compassion, but most of all, love. As he carries you to the x-ray room, you cling tight to him and he will never let you go again.

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Shoutout to the readers who read on their device. To the readers who pick up a book and don’t finish it for a whole year. To the readers who start a book, stop, come back months later and read again. To the readers who finish a book and don’t read a new one for a long time. To readers who have sooooo many books but read very few of them. To readers who are slow readers. To readers who don’t read classics. To readers who read non-fiction. To readers who listen to audio books. To all the readers who think their reading habits make them not a reader.

You are a reader because you read books. It doesn’t matter how long it takes or what you read or how you read or when you read. You read and that makes you a valid reader.

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Dog Whisperer

Oikawa x fem!reader

FLUUUUUUFF

Synopsis: In a failed attempt to walk your dog, you run into Oikawa who may just be able to fix your problem.

Warnings: Literally an overdose of fluff

A/N: Okay, so I originally got this idea when walking my lump of a dog Stella who is literally the worst dog to walk ever! Buuuuut then towards the end it really was just me indulging myself. Tbh I kept going past the ending, but I figured no one wanted to read that, so I stopped it for y'all. Anyway, enjoy! 😉

Masterlist

“Urrgh! Why won’t you move you stupid lump!?” You slowly walk backwards up the hill, while practically dragging your dog along. “You get so excited to go outside and then won’t move. I hate you!” Your dog stares at you as if she wasn’t the one who begged you to go on a walk. “Don’t look at me like that. You wanted to go on a walk. Now walk!” You grunt as you pull on her leash. She sits her fat butt down and refuses to move. You collapse on the ground ready to give up when you hear a snicker. You look over and see the most popular guy from your school, Oikawa Tooru (whom you didn’t realize lived a street over from you). 

“Need some help?” He says with a small laugh. 

You jump up, embarrassed, “Oh, uh, no. I mean…it’s just…my dog. She is a pain to take on a walk.” You scratch the back of your neck awkwardly. 

“I can see.” He walks up to your dog and pets her, as if she hasn’t caused you problems. “Hey sweet puppy.” Your dog perks up and wags her tail at his affection. “What’s her name?” 

“My name? You know she can’t respond right?” You look at him utterly confused. You thought he was smarter than this.

“I was asking you for the dogs name actually.” He says. 

It is in this moment that you want to be removed from the earth. “Right. Of course. Obviously. Why would you ask the dog for my name? Duh. I’m so dumb.” Your face is red as a tomato. You throw your hands up to hide yourself from the embarrassment. “Her name is Stella.” You say, muffled. 

Oikawa laughs, only furthering your embarrassment. He probably thinks you are an idiot. He is laughing at you, as he should, because you are so dumb. Even though he is laughing at you, his laugh is so light. It makes you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside, which only increases the redness of your face. 

“I’m so sorry. I am so dumb. I don’t know what is wrong with me. I’ll just leave you alone now.” You turn away, completely and utterly embarrassed. You try to walk away, but your stupid loaf of a dog doesn’t budge. You pull on her leash but she won’t leave Oikawa’s side. You crumble to your knees, letting your embarrassment take over. “I’m sorry. I must look like a complete idiot right now.” 

“I think it’s cute.” 

You turn to look at him. He’s kneeling next to Stella, looking at you with a soft smile. “Don’t patronize me.” You sigh. 

“I’m serious.” By the look in his eyes, you can tell he isn’t lying. Your heart starts beating faster the longer you look at him. “Here, why don’t I help you walk her, since she seems to like me.” He gets up and gives you his hand. You put your hand in his and he pulls you quicker than you expected. You are pulled flush against his chest. You look up at him, hoping he can’t feel how fast your heart is beating right now. “Unless you don’t want me to come.” He smirks. 

“Uh, no. I-I mean. Yes. That is, uh,” He lets out a small laugh at your rambling. “Yeah, sure” Your voice is higher pitched than you meant it to be. 

“Great.” He pulls away from you and you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. “Here, I can take her leash.” He grabs the leash from you and starts walking, Stella trotting along happily. 

You walk up beside him, “You don’t have to come, if you don’t want. Really, I can walk her.” 

“No, it’s fine. I love walking.” He smiles at you. His smile is like a warm ray of sun shining down on you. “Plus it looked like you needed some help.” 

You look away, embarrassed…again, “Well, uh, she just doesn’t like walking that much.” 

He looks down at Stella, who is happily walking beside him. You make a sour face at your dog putting up such a nice act around him. “She seems fine to me. Maybe she just doesn’t want you walking alone.” 

“Haha, maybe.” You say with an unnecessary voice crack.

You and Oikawa walk up the block and back. You don’t say much to each other, but it isn’t awkward. There is a comfortable silence settled between you two. As you approach his house, where you originally ran into each other, you feel a twinge of sadness. You like walking with him. Why does it have to be over so soon? 

You stop in front of his house, “I can walk her back the rest of the way. Thanks for the help. Sorry again for making a fool of myself.” You quickly turn and walk away. Stella, however, does not move. Her weight counteracts yours and pulls you back and you fall…right into Oikawa’s arms. You look up at him mortified for the millionth time today. 

“You sure you don’t need help?” He laughs and you feel it vibrate through his chest. It makes you feel safe and comforted. “Why don't I walk with you the rest of the way, yeah?” His brown eyes stare down at you, the sunlight hitting them just perfectly. Looking at him feels like swimming in a warm cup of hot chocolate. His fluffy brown hair falls perfectly in his face. You could get lost in this man's gaze for forever. “Uh, are we gonna walk back or are you just going to stay here for a while?” 

Your eyes widen, realizing he is still holding you in his arms. You jump up and clear your throat. “Right, yeah.” You start speed walking away.

“Wait for me, Y/N.” Oikawa walks up (which would normally be your jogging pace) next to you.

You look at him confused, “You know who I am?” 

“Of course I know who you are? Who wouldn’t know the prettiest girl in school.” 

You blush, “You must be thinking of the wrong person.” 

“Y/N Y/L/N. Sits in front of me in history. Comes to watch our practices every now and then. Sits alone at lunch. That is you, isn’t it?”

Your cheeks heat up, knowing that he knows so much about you. “I didn’t know anyone noticed me.” 

“Well, yeah. You’re hard to miss. Whenever you walk down the halls, I can smell your perfume. At lunch, you put in your ear pods and keep to yourself. Whenever someone talks to you , you have a kind smile and sweet tone. At our volleyball games, you cheer the loudest out of everyone or maybe I just pay more attention to your voice.” He says with all the suaveness in the world.

Your cheeks heat up with every word he says, “School spirit I guess.”

“Yeah, I guess.” You don’t dare look at him but you can hear the smile in his voice. 

“Why did you notice me. I mean out of everyone, I’m not that special.” 

“Of course you are.” He stops walking to face you. His eyes bare into yours. “I noticed you the moment we started school. Our first day, I had no idea where I was going. You helped me to find my class. I remember you were so nice to me. You had such a kind voice and soft smile. Later that year, we had to pair up with someone for class. People started pairing up left and right. I had a few people ask to pair up with me, but I noticed you sitting alone in the front of the class. I asked to be your partner and you flashed me that soft smile again. Whenever I talked to you, it felt genuine. You were one of the only people I could talk to and not feel like you were only interested in my looks or volleyball stuff. You just saw me for me. Ever since then, I noticed every little thing. Like how you mouth the words while reading a book. Or the way you draw on yourself when you get bored. Or how intently you watch our team at practice.”

You stare at him speechless. You didn’t realize how closely he payed attention. You never thought the way you talked to people was anything special. You just talk to him like you would anyone. Who knew that would make such an impact. 

“Why do you come to watch the team practice?” 

“Oh, uh. I don’t know.” You’ve never thought about it before. One day you were feeling super stressed from school, so you decided to leave the library and talk a walk. You passed the gym while they were practicing and got distracted. You sat through their entire practice and completely forgot about your stress. “I guess I like watching you play whenever I’m stressed, because it is sort of a stress reliever for me.”

“Oh, so you watch me specifically?” He says with a smirk. 

“Uh, I meant ‘you’ in a plural sense. Like the whole team. I mean I would be lying if I said you didn’t stand out but I mean who wouldn’t notice you. You are like really good and interesting to watch play, so I guess yeah, my attention is usually drawn to you, but I, uh, I’m rambling a lot aren’t I?” You look at him sheepishly. 

He laughs and leans his head on your shoulder with a sigh, “You always know how to make me laugh.” 

“Oh, uh. I-It’s not r-really intentional.” Your entire face heats up from the close contact. You don’t know what to do. 

He looks back up at you, his face 3 inches away from yours, “You are something else, you know that?” 

“Uh, I-uh.” Your voice is quieter than a mouse. You watch his eyes as they flick between your eyes and your lips. You start to lean in when Stella barks, scaring both of you. You jump apart and look away awkwardly. “Uh, anyway. My house is just around the corner, so uh, we should probably go before it gets too late.” 

“Yeah, I’ll walk you back.” 

You don’t speak the rest of the way, falling back into a comfortable silence. You stop when you reach your house, “Uh, this is me, so, I should go in.” You keep your eyes trained on the ground, unsure of what to do. 

Oikawa tilts your chin up to look at him, “You’re just gonna leave without a thank you?”

Your eyes widen. You snap up to look at him, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude, I just, well I’m not good with words and I didn’t mean to—“

Oikawa cuts you off by slamming his lips against yours. You stiffen up, shocked. He pulls away, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that without warning. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’ll just go now.” 

He turns to leave but you pull him back and press your lips against his. Oikawa holds his arms around your waist, pulling you tighter into him. Your hands rest against his chest, griping his t-shirt. You have no idea what has gotten into you. You aren’t the type to spontaneously kiss the most popular, hottest guy at school. But you don’t dare stop yourself. This feels good. It feels right. With every second that passes by, you feel yourself filling with his warmth. The feel of his hands on your waist. The feel of his lips on yours. It’s like the final piece being put in a puzzle. Unfortunately, you have to break apart for air. You shove your face into his chest, trying to hide how bright red your cheeks are. He leans his head on top of yours. “Never pegged you as the type to be this bold.”

“And I never thought you would notice me, so I guess we’re full of surprises today.” You look up at him with a smirk. 

Oikawa leans down to press another kiss on your lips, “So you wanted me to notice you, huh?” He says with a smooth and sultry voice, his face so close to yours that your noses are touching.

You feel the heat creeping its way back up your neck, “Well, I mean I’d be lying if I said I never thought about it before. I mean, you are an attractive guy, who wouldn’t want you to notice them?”

He presses another kiss, spinning you around and dipping you down, “So you think I’m attractive?” 

You're flustered. Why does he have to be so flirty? “Well, I-I just said that didn’t I?”

“Hmmm, yeah, but I want to hear you say it again.” He smirks at you, knowing just what to say to make you blush. 

“Well, uh, Oikawa, I—“

“Call me Tooru. I think after kissing you four times now, we would be past formalities.”

You didn’t think your cheeks could flush any more but they do, “Uh, T-Tooru, I uh, well, you have nice eyes, I guess.”

He pulls you back up, still holding you flush against him, “Do I now? Nothing could compare to the beautiful shine in your eyes.”

“S-Shut up.” You lightly hit him on the chest, doing everything to avoid eye contact.

“What else is nice about me?” He asks, slowly walking towards your door with you still in his arms. 

“Um, well, your hair is pretty.” You stammer.

“Hmm, not as pretty as yours. What else?” 

You spin around to unlock your front door, but he still holds you from behind, head leaning on your shoulder. “Your voice is smooth, like butter.” You say, less flustered.

“If my voice is smooth as butter, yours is sweet like honey. Softer than pure silk. What else do you like about me?” He spins you to face him and picks you up, carrying you inside.

“You are really nice.” You smile wrapping your arms around him. 

“I am nothing compared to your pure kindness.” He says, kissing you again. “What else?”

As he carries you inside, you keep going down the list, with each of your compliments being out done by him; a kiss accompanying each one. You get lost in each others presence, while poor Stella trudges inside, forgotten. 

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Our Little Secret - Epilogue

Oikawa x fem!reader

Pure fluuuuff

Synopsis: Really just satisfying myself. Oikawa and Y/N just living their lives as a family 🥰

A/N: This is totally just for my own satisfaction and anyone who craves a glimpse of the life after happily ever after

Masterlist Main Story - pt.1

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—7 years later—

“Stop running around! You are going to mess up your clothes!”

“Having trouble with the little ones?” You feel your husband wrap his arms around you from behind.

You instinctively lean into his touch, “They do take after their father.”

“Papa! Papa!” Your daughter runs over to hide behind Oikawa’s leg. “Brother is trying to mess up my dress.” Her brown puppy dog eyes look at Oikawa for pity.

“Oh is he now? We can’t let that happen.” Oikawa says, ruffling her long brown hair. He lifts your daughter up onto his shoulders, “Lets see if he can reach you way up here.” 

“Mama! I wanna sit on daddy’s shoulders too.” Your son tugs on the bottom of your dress. He looks just like his father with his little pouty face. 

You laugh picking him up, “Well, I’m not as strong as your father, but I can hold you instead.”

“Yay!” Your son throws his little arms up in the air. You smile at how adorable he looks in his tiny suit. 

Oikawa leans over to press a kiss on the top of his head, “I love you all so much.” 

“I love you too.” You press a short kiss on his lips, causing your children to turn up their nose at you. 

“Excuse me, but it is time to go.” Iwaizumi stands in the doorway, ready to escort you to the ballroom. 

“Uncle Iwa! Look how tall I am!” Your daughter smiles proudly down at Iwaizumi. 

“I can see that.” Iwa smiles back up at her. He is always so nice with your kids.

“Papa’s the best!”

“Hmm I beg to differ.”

“Iwa, don’t say stuff like that in front of my children.” Oikawa turns back into a shy little prince every time he is with Iwaizumi. 

“Don’t worry love, I think you’re great.” You hook your arm around his waist, leaning your head against his shoulder. 

“Thank you, love.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head, once against, disgusting your children. 

“Mama, can we go now?” Your son looks up at you with tired eyes. 

“Shall we?” Oikawa brings your daughter down from his shoulders to rest on his hip.

You hook your empty arm with his, “We shall.”

With that, your family walks through the large ballroom doors to reveal all of your citizens waiting for you. 

Iwaizumi announces over the crowd, “Please welcome, the royal family! King Tooru Oikawa and his queen Y/N Oikawa, along with their children, Yue and Hiroshi.”

The room echos with cheers and claps from your loyal subjects. You smile proudly as you descend into the ballroom with your wonderful children and the love of your life. 

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Our Little Secret Pt.4

Oikawa x fem!reader

Angst, Fluff

Synopsis: Go read previous parts

A/N: Final part!! I know the writing got kinda jank, sorry but jeezums this took so long to finish so hey, it is what it is. Thanks for reading!

Masterlist pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 epilgogue

“Father! Father!” Oikawa runs into his fathers office with excitement.

“Ah Oikawa, how was your trip to the vineyard?” His father asks, without look up from his book. 

“Wonderful!”

“Good. I didn’t realize you liked that place that much.” 

Oikawa places both hands on his fathers large wooden desk, “Father, I need to talk to you about something.” 

The king looks up from his book, “Good, because I need to talk to you. You may go first.”

“Father, I want to get married.” Oikawa is shaking with joy and excitement.

“I’m glad to hear that because that is exactly what I wanted to talk to you about. Have a seat.” Oikawa sits down, cautiously. His father sets down his book, focusing on Oikawa now, “I am an old man. Soon, I will be unable to continue as king, meaning you will take over. But, producing an heir is essential for a king, which means you need to get married and soon.” 

“Perfect. Let’s do it.” This is perfect. He doesn’t even have to justify getting married young. Now he just has to convince your father and he’s done. Oikawa didn’t think it would be this easy.

“Wonderful! I’m so glad to hear that.” His father claps his hands together in joy. “We will be having dinner with her and her father tonight, so dress nice.”

“Wait what? You know her?” Red flags immediately go up for Oikawa.

“My apologies. I forgot to mention: I recently met with the neighboring kingdom-the one we have been on shaky terms with-and we agreed that marriage would be the best way to solidify an alliance. You and his daughter are the same age and unattached, it’s perfect.”

“What!” Oikawa stands up, absolutely furious.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but you’ve been so busy lately, I never got the chance.” His father matches 

Oikawas stance, his tone getting harsher, “I thought you said you were okay with this.”

“Yeah, before I knew that you had chosen someone for me.”

“Oh come on. It would take so long for you to find a girl and we would have to invite other kingdoms here for you to meet their daughters. It is just so much easier to do it this way.”

“Sorry that my happiness is such an inconvenience to you!” With that, Oikawa storms out of the room. He can’t even stand to be near his father right now. Oikawa is confused and angry. It’s times like this that he wishes he could just run into your arms and hear your soothing voice. What is he going to do?

A few days pass and you hear nothing from Oikawa. You get a little concerned but also know that the process of convincing his father can’t be easy. As you sit outside, in your garden, your fathers carriage rides through your property gates. You excitedly run over to welcome him back. You wait for him to exit the carriage with a smile, but when he steps out, he is not so happy to see you. 

“Welcome back father.” You say with a shaky smile. “How was your trip?”

“Fine. How was your time while I was gone?” He replies with a straight face, his tone making it sound like a trick question. 

“Uh, good. Why do you ask?” What could have made him so upset?

“Why don’t we talk inside.” He turns and walks inside, you following cautiously behind. You walk with him into his office and stop at the doorway, afraid to follow him in. “Come sit down.” He says with the same tone while throwing his coat on his desk. You slowly step in the room and sit in the leather chair across from his desk. “On my way into town, I decided to stop by to see an old friend. As I was talking to him, he mentioned something interesting. You know what he told me?”

“Uh, no. What did he tell you?” Your response is barely a whisper. 

“He said, that he saw you exit a carriage a few days ago…with none other than prince Oikawa himself.” Your breath gets caught in your throat. “Now, I thought to myself, what in the world would my daughter be doing with such an immature man, the prince nonetheless. Care to enlighten me?” 

You stare at him, speechless. “Um, well…you see…I happen to have run into him and we met each other a few times…no big deal.” Your eyes suddenly find a great interest in the floor.

“No big deal? Stepping out of a carriage laughing and hugging with the prince does not seem like ‘no big deal’ to me. Now, would you like to retry and tell me what is really going on?”

You don’t know what to do. You can’t tell him, but you certainly can’t keep this up anymore. It will be fine. Oikawa is convincing his father, so this is your chance to convince yours, “Well, I have been seeing him for a while…as more than a friend…” You glance back up and your father looks as if he is going to explode. 

“How long?” His voice is strained, anger dripping off of his words.

“A few months” You hold your breath, waiting for him to scream. However, his expression is like stone, unreadable. 

“So you’re telling me, that you have been courting, the very man that you know I hate, for months, without me knowing? Why? Just why?” 

“I didn’t want to lie to you, but I knew you would react like this, so I didn’t tell you.” 

“How many people know?” 

“No one. Just me, him and his body guard.”

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Okay. Okay…since no one knows this will be easy to sweep under the rug. We will cut all ties with him and leave town for a few days, let things blow over, no one will ever know.”

“What!?” You stand up, furious. 

“Look, if this gets out to the public, you will be ruined! Our family will be ruined!” He finally raises his voice at you.

“To hell with our family, what about me and my feelings!?”

“Your feelings?! What about your future! If people find out that you courted the prince and was rejected, no one will ever want to marry you. Who would want the girl that the prince rejected? What will become of you? Of us!”

“Rejected? The only person rejecting me is you!”

“I’m trying to protect you because I care about you!”

“If you cared about me, you would try to understand. Father, Oikawa loves me and I love him!”

“Don’t say stuff like that. You really think that the playboy prince will be able to love just one person? He is probably out flouncing about with another girl right now.”

“He would never! You don’t even know him!” You yell, tears streaming down your face.

“And you do? How do you know that he won’t leave you?”

“Because he proposed to me!”

Your fathers stone cold expression breaks, his eyes wide. “You told him no right?” 

“No…I said yes…” You look away, fidgeting with your hands. 

Your father rubs his hands over his face, heaving a sigh. “Oh my goodness. What are we going to do?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why would you say yes. Do you know how much harder this makes everything?”

“What do you mean?! Don’t you get it? I’m going to marry him!” You are absolutely exasperated. What is wrong with your father? You know he is stubborn but you never would have imagined this.

“No!” He yells, slamming his hand down on his desk. You jump, scared at seeing him like this. “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” He walks around the desk and tries to grab your hands but you jerk away. “Look, I’m concerned for you. I don’t doubt that you love him. You aren’t the one I’m worried about. I’m worried about him. Even if he loves you now, what guarantees that he will later? You aren’t a princess or daughter of a duke. You are just another noble. What do think is going to happen if he gets tired of you? He will throw you away and pick someone new. I can’t let that happen to you.”

“He would never do that to me.” You choke out through sobs. 

“Even if he doesn’t, what about the king? Do you really think he will let him marry you? You aren’t royalty. You can’t marry him. How do you know he will choose you? I heard that the king and princess from the neighboring kingdom came to town the other day. How do you know he won’t choose her? For him, it makes more sense, politicly. I’m not saying it’s right. I wish I didn’t have to say this. I wish that you could marry whoever you want without any consequences but you can’t. That’s not how life works. And I’m sorry. Even if he does choose you, he will have to give up everything. You will be disgraced, running away with him. I love you and I don’t want to see that happen to you. Please, let’s just end this while we can.”

You are shaking from crying so much. You don’t know what to feel anymore. You hate your father right now. But you also know that he is just trying to protect you. He is right. Oikawa would have to give up everything for you. His title, his father, his people that he loves so much. Could you really live with the guilt of knowing he lost everything because of you? You run out of the room and run straight into the head butler.

“Excuse me, my lady. I was just delivering the mail to your father. There is a letter for you as well.” He hands you a letter and you know exactly who it is from. 

You tear it open and read the letter inside.

Dear Y/N,

I’m sorry I went silent, but things are much harder than I thought they would be. My father is being difficult and I don’t know what to do. All I know is that I want to see you. Meet me at the garden, tomorrow night.

Yours

He didn’t even sign it this time. You look back to see your father standing behind you. His eyes are softer, filled with concern. What are you going to do?

Oikawa paces back and forth, wondering what’s taking you so long. He doesn’t know what he is going to say when he see’s you. He is confused and upset. He wants to just leave everything behind and run away with you. His racing thoughts are cut short by the sound of heels against the brick pathed road. He see’s you from a distance and runs up to embrace you. 

“Oh my goodness, Y/N, you have no idea how much I needed to see you.” He tilts your head up to look at him and is taken aback. There are tears in your eyes, your expression more sad than he has ever seen before. “Love, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” He hugs you tight against his chest. You want to lean into his touch but you reluctantly pull away. “Love?” Oikawa’s voice is soft, laced with concern. 

“Stop.” Your voice is barely a whisper.

“Stop what?” He goes to reach for you, but you step away. “Love, what is going on?”

“Stop calling me that.” 

Oikawa is confused. He thought you liked that nickname. “Y/N, what is going on.”

“We need to stop this.” 

“Stop what?”

“Seeing each other!” You whip your head up to look at him, eyes burning with tears. 

Oikawa is taken aback. Tears are threatening to spill out of his eyes, “W-what. I don’t understand.”

“How can I be any more clear?! We need to stop this…this charade!” Your heart hurts from your own words, from making him cry.

The tears break through and pour down Oikawa’s cheek. “Charade? Y/N, I love you. We were going to get married.”

“Just stop it. We can’t and you know it. Your a prince for crying out loud. Did we seriously think this was going to work?”

“Do you not want to marry me anymore?”

“I do, its just…”

“Just what? If you want to marry me, nothing else matters.”

“What will happen if I do? You will be disgraced. You can’t marry outside of royalty. You will lose everything. I can’t be the one who causes that. I heard that the princess from our neighboring kingdom is here. Go marry her.”

“But I don’t love her. I love you!” 

“You can’t. So please, let me go.” You turn to walk away, but he grabs you by the shoulder.

“Y/N, stop this! What has gotten into you? Did someone say something? I love you. I would give up everything just to be with you. Please don’t leave me.”

“That’s the problem.” You flash him a watery smile, your hand settling on his cheek. “If I don’t go, you will give up everything because of me. I can’t let you do that. Goodbye, Oikawa.” You press a gentle kiss on his lips and walk away, tears cascading down your face. Oikawa stands in silence as you walk off into the dark of night, without him. 

“I’m not doing it!” Oikawa throws open the door to his fathers bedroom, not caring about how much noise he makes. 

“Oikawa, what is wrong with you? It is the middle of the night.” His father scolds groggily. 

“I don’t care. I’m not going to do it”

“Do what? What has gotten into you?” His father asks, sitting up from his bed.

“What has gotten into me? You and your stupid marriage decisions! I’m tired of you choosing everything for me. It’s my life and I will marry who I want. So no! I won’t marry the princess.” 

“Why are you bringing this up now? You already agreed.”

“That was before I knew you had chosen for me!” “Who are you going to marry then, if not her?” His father’s voice is more stern now.

“Y/N Curtis, that’s who. And no, she is not a princess. She is a noble, but she is my princess. She is more beautiful, more humble, more kind, and more amazing than any princess could ever be. I’m going to marry her, even if it means giving up everything, including you!” 

His father is left speechless, “I-I don’t know what to say? How do you even know this woman?”

“I met her several months ago and have been seeing her behind your back, because I knew you wouldn’t approve. I was going to ask for your permission earlier, but then you sprung this whole marriage of convenience on me. But I don’t care anymore. Politics be damned! I’m going to marry her, whether you like it or not!” Oikawa is fuming, anger spilling out with every word. He is not going to lose you, no matter what. 

“Okay.”

“What?” Oikawa steps back, confused. 

“I said okay. You can marry her. There is nothing in the law saying you can’t.”

“But, what about the other woman, the one you wanted me to marry.” Not that Oikawa wants his father to disagree, he just can’t believe what he is hearing.

“Clearly you don’t love her and you have another woman you want to marry, so go for it.”

“I’m confused. You are just going to change your decision like that? What’s the catch?”

“There is no catch and my decision hasn’t changed. My decision has always been for you to get married to someone you love.”

“Wait, so why did you choose someone for me? You said that I couldn’t choose on my own.” 

“Look, I didn’t want to tell you this, but I found out a few weeks ago that I am sick. I don’t have much time left. And before I left for good, I wanted to make sure you weren’t alone. That you had someone who could be there for you. Clearly, I messed up. You are right. I shouldn’t have chosen for you, I just…I didn’t want to leave you alone and disappoint your mother.”

“Father…I-sick? How sick? Sick with what? And disappoint mother? How could you disappoint her?”

“My illness is not important right now. I promised your mother that I would take care of you and make sure you would never be left alone. I didn’t want to see you suffer again. I couldn’t bare the thought of leaving you hurt and alone.” “You dying isn’t by choice. It’s not like you chose to be sick. Mother wouldn’t have wanted you to do this. She loved you the way you are. She wouldn’t have wanted me to get married to some random woman. She would have wanted me to be happy, even if it meant being alone for a little while.”

“You are right and I’m sorry.” His father walks over to hug him, tears welling up in his eyes. “You go and marry whoever you want. As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.”

“Thank you father. That means a lot.” Oikawa smiles at his father with a new four appreciation. 

“What are you doing standing around? Go and get your woman, damnit!” The king shoves Oikawa out the door.

“Right! Thank you, father.” Oikawa runs down the hallway, almost knocking over several maids on his way. As he is running, Iwaizumi stops him. “Where the hell have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you.” 

“No time, Iwa. I have to go get her.” With that, Oikawa takes off running again.

“Get her? Get who? What the hell are you doing, stupidkawa!?” Iwaizumi’s screams are lost in the hallway.

Oikawa speeds to the stables, not even bothering to saddle his horse before taking off. He rushes over to your estate, crushing some of your garden on the way. He will have to apologize later. He jumps off his horse and bangs furiously on the front door. 

A butler swing open the door, “Excuse me, but it is the middle of the night.” 

“I don’t have time for this. Let me talk to her.” Oikawa has no time for pleasantries, he needs to see you, now.

“Your highness. My goodness, I didn’t realize it was you, I apologize. I-“

“Stop with the blabbering and tell me where she is.” 

“Pardon, where who is?”

Oikawa heaves a sigh, tired of this nonsense, “You know who. Y/N! Where is she?”

“The master and her ladyship left for the country side.” 

“What?” Oikawa can’t believe what he is hearing. Where are you going? Why are you running away? “When did they leave?”

“The carriage departed a little over an hour ago.”

“Damnit! Where are they headed?” He can’t let you get away, not if he has any say about it.

“To the southern estate in the countryside. It is a two hour carriage ride from here.”

“Thank you. Your cooperation is much appreciated ” Oikawa runs off, leaving the butler dumbfounded and confused. He jumps on his horse and takes off. “I’m not letting you get away that easy, love.”

You stare at your tear stained reflection in the window as the carriage rides bumpily along. You and your father haven’t spoken a word to each other. You are furious at him, at yourself, and at this whole situation. Of course you had to go and fall in love with someone you can’t marry. Maybe your father is right. Maybe it’s better that you leave. Oikawa can marry anyone he wants. He will get over you and find someone new, you are sure of it. And that way he won’t lose anything. You, however, will lose everything. You are exhausted and start to nod off when the carriage comes to a screeching halt. Your father jumps up from his seat and reaches for the door, “Stay here.” He says, exiting the carriage. 

You move towards the edge of the door, listening for what might be going on. 

“What do you think you are doing?” You hear your father say.

“I’ve come to get my fiancee back.” Your eyes widen. You know that voice. You jump out of the carriage to see none other than Oikawa himself in front of your carriage on black stallion. You lock eyes with him and he immediately jumps off his horse to come over to you. However, your father steps in between the two of you. 

“You cannot just stop our carriage like this, royalty or not. And you will not be taking anyone as long as I have a say in it.” You peak around your father to see Oikawa looking past him, straight at you. He clearly is not paying attention to anything your father is saying. 

“Sorry, but I think I’m going to let her decide on that one.” Oikawa pushes past him to hug you. He picks you up and spins you around. You didn’t realize how much you missed him until now. Naturally, you wrap your arms around him, laying your head in the crook of his neck. “Oh my Y/N, how I missed you.” 

He sets you down, one hand resting on your waist, the other on your cheek. You look up at him, tears welling in your eyes, “What are you doing here, To’.” 

He smiles at the nickname, “How am I supposed to marry my fiancee if she isn’t here?” 

You lean your head against his chest, trying to hide the pain in your eyes, “I told you, we can’t get married. You should go home before things get out of control.”

You try to push away but he pulls you in tighter. He gently leans your face up to look at him, “Love, don’t be like this. I know you want to marry me and I want to marry you, so please don’t run away just because your father says so.” You go to look at your father, but Oikawa keeps your eyes locked on him. “Tell me right now, do you want to marry me? Don’t look at anyone else for the answer, just look at me. If you say no, then I’ll leave. I’ll respect your choice and let you go. But if you can’t say no, I’m not going to go anywhere without you.”

You pinch your eyes shut, your brain overloaded with emotion. You love him more than anything in the world, but how can you make him give up everything. You put your hands on his chest, gripping his shirt. You are frustrated but you can’t just let him go, “I-I do, but we can’t, Tooru. I can’t let you give up everything for me.” You press your forehead on his chest, tears wetting his shirt. 

“Shh, love. Please don’t cry.” He wraps his arms around you, gently stroking your hair. “I won’t be giving anything up, so please just come home.”

You look up at him through the sea of tears, “What do you mean? What about your father, your-“

He cuts you off, wiping your cheek, “My father said yes. I won’t be giving up anything. Not him, not my title, and not you.” 

Your eyes widen, “Really?”

“Really.” 

You wrap your arms around him so tight, you’re afraid he might not be able to breath. He picks you up, tighten the hug, as you both laugh with pure joy. 

“Ahem.” Your celebration is cut short by your father, whom you forgot was there. Oikawa holds you tight against him, almost like he is trying to protect you. 

“Sir, I know you don’t approve but-“ 

“I don’t want to talk to you. I want to talk to my daughter.” Your father stares at you. 

You try to step forward, but Oikawa doesn’t let you. “It’s fine” You tell him. He reluctantly lets go. “Father.”

“Daughter.” You both stare at each other for a moment. Not sure what to say. 

You decide to break the silence first. “Look, I know you don’t like him, but you don’t know him like I do. He is nothing like people portray him as. He is kind, caring, and he loves me very much.”

“And do you love him?” Your father asks, monotonously.

“Yes. Very much.” You blush, remembering Oikawa is standing right behind you. 

Your father heaves a sigh, “I don’t trust him.”

“But if you would just take the time-“

“But I trust you.” He gives you small smile. Taking a step forward, he rests his hand on your shoulder. “Even though I don’t like him, I want you to be happy. I trust you, so if you say that it will be okay, I believe you. Clearly, he cares for you enough to ride on a horse with no saddle—which is uncouth by the way—for an hour just to see you. So, I will give him a try.” You let out a small laugh at your father treating him like he is a new horse or something.

“Thank you, father.” You hug him, tears finally dried.

“But if he hurts you, I don’t care that he is royalty, I will ruin him.” You laugh, “Okay, father.”

You turn back to Oikawa and jump into his arms, laughter and joy spilling out of you. He slams his lips against yours, arms wrapped around your waist. You can’t begin to describe the joy you feel. You are going to marry the Oikawa Tooru, the prince, the man that you love. You couldn’t be more happy than you are right now.

“What do you say we go get married, love?” You beam at Oikawa. You cannot wait to spend the rest of your life with this man. 

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Our Little Secret Pt.3

Prince! Oikawa x fem! reader

Fluff

Synopsis: Go read part 1 & 2

A/N: I know my writing just gets worse as the story goes on but I write for fun, not for quality so 🤷🏻‍♀️

Masterlist pt.1 pt.2 pt.4 epilogue

Oikawa and you meet like this for months, often in the garden. When Oikawa can’t meet for a little while, he sends letters. 

As you walk down the cobblestone streets, summer sun shining down on your face, you smile thinking about the last letter he sent. 

My dear, Y/N

My week has been dreary without your smile. I want to see you again. Meet me at the garden tomorrow. Plan to be gone all day.

Yours :)

You shake your head, “He is such a dork.” 

You spent all morning getting ready. Ren helped curl your long brown hair. She braided it half up, half down with flowers running through the braid. You decided to wear one of your more casual dresses: a simple light blue dress with floral pattern and short, puffed sleeves. You put on your most comfortable heels and sun hat and made your way to the familiar garden. 

You can’t help feeling nervous as you approach the meeting spot. Why would you be gone all day? Luckily your father is on a trip this week so you didn’t have to make up an excuse. If anyone asks about you, Ren promised to tell them you are sick and no one can enter your room. She is too good to you. Turning the corner, you see a carriage waiting outside of the garden. You halt your movement. Is that supposed to be here? Should I walk away? A gust of wind blows past and you hear a familiar voice. 

“Iwa-chan! Did the wind mess up my hair!?” You slowly approach the carriage to find the voice. 

“No, loserkawa. It looks as bad as always.” A gruff, unknown voice responds. 

You peak your head around the carriage to see Oikawa and a man, whom you assume is the famous ‘Iwa-chan,’ standing by the horses pulling the mobile. 

“Stop being so mean. It needs to look good. I haven’t seen Y/N in a week, I have to look my best!” Oikawa fiddles with his hair, “Do you think she will like it. I wore this suit because it is her favorite color. Is it too much?” 

You let out a small laugh, “I think you look great.” 

Oikawa spins around, startled and a little embarrassed, “Oh, uh, thanks. It was just the first thing I put on...I guess…” He stares at the ground, his ears turning red.

“Really? I really liked that you chose it because of me, but I guess if it was just the first thing you put on, it doesn’t matter.” You dramatically sigh. 

“Well, I mean, I noticed it was your favorite color and so I, uh…” 

You laugh, cutting him off, “I’m teasing. I think you look good. But your tie is crooked.” You step closer to fix his tie. He looks down at you, making eye contact and both of your cheeks turn bright red. You sit there staring into each others eyes with such joy and adoration, until Iwaizumi clears his throat behind you. You both jump, spinning to look at him. 

“Oh right, I forgot,” Oikawa steps up to Iwa, swinging his arm around Iwa’s shoulder, “This is Iwa-chan, my personal body guard.” Oikawa smiles, proudly, but Iwaizumi throws his arm off, making Oikawa stumble to the side with a pout. 

“So you are the famous ‘iwa-chan’ I have heard so much about.” You try to stifle your laugh. 

“All bad things no doubt. Iwaizumi, pleasure to meet you.” He gives a small bow, which you respond to with a curtsey. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Oh?” You turn to look at Mr. Poutyman standing off to the side, “You talk about me?” You ask, with a smug face.

“He won’t shut up about you.” Iwaizumi cuts in before Oikawa can say anything. “But you do live up to your reputation.”

“See! I told you she is beautiful, and kind, and smart, and funny, and…” Oikawa gets lost in his victory without realizing what he is saying. You laugh, a small blush creeping up your neck. “I mean, uh” His face is as red as a tomato. 

You lean your head on his chest, his arm snaking around your waist, “Don’t worry. I think it’s cute.” 

“Oh, okay.” There is a slight voice crack in his voice, making you and Iwaizumi laugh. He clears his throat, dropping his voice deeper than normal, “Uh, anyway. Shall we be heading?”

“We shall.” You link your arm with his, him guiding you into the carriage. 

As you travel across the bumpy roads into the country side, you can’t help admiring the view. Your country is known for its rolling green hills. The flower fields paired with the vast expanse of green land is breath taking. 

“Wow, this view is exquisite.” You look at Oikawa, only to find him already staring at you. You look back out the window to hide the blush on your face. “So, uh, where are we going?” 

“Our family owns a vineyard out on the countryside. I used to go here with my mother before she passed away.” He smiles fondly but sadly. 

Oikawa has only mentioned his mother once and it was just in passing. You remember when she passed away. The whole kingdom was in mourning for a month. You were young, so you didn’t really understand what was going on. You can’t imagine what it must have been like for Oikawa. 

You put a comforting hand on his knee and give him a soft smile. He holds your hand in his, as if he is comforting you. You spend the rest of the ride looking out the window (and occasionally into Oikawa’s eyes) in comfortably silence. Your hand never left Oikawa’s. 

The carriage comes to a stop and Oikawa helps you out. You are breathless at the sight of the vineyard. A quaint house sits on a hill overlooking the vineyard. The house is no bigger than a simple farmhouse. It probably just has a sitting room, kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom. The front of the house has a porch with a beautiful view of the valley. Behind the house is a small garden with all kinds of flowers. 

“Wow, it’s beautiful!” You turn to Oikawa with a huge smile on your face. He is smiling back but it looks sad. “Hey, what’s wrong?” 

“Nothing. Quite the opposite actually. It’s just no one has been here with me since my mom and I’m just really glad that you are the first person I showed this place to.” He gives you a soft, genuine smile.

“Well, I’m honored.” You place a kiss on his cheek and Oikawa’s face turns bright red. You laugh, hoping he doesn’t see the red creeping up your neck as well. “Come on. Let’s go inside.”

The rest of the day is wonderful, like a dream. Oikawa shows you around the place and tells you stories from his childhood. You have lunch in the garden and spend the afternoon talking and walking the property together. As the sun starts to set, you and Oikawa stand on the porch watching the sky. Your head leans against his shoulder, while his arm holds your waist. You lift your head to look at Oikawa. His hair falls perfectly in front of his face, the sun lightly bouncing off of it. His eyes look beautiful with the sunset reflecting in them. He turns to look at you and smiles a smile only meant for you. He brushes your hair out of your face; his hand rests on your cheek. You both lean in, your face mere inches away. He looks into your eyes for approval. You give him a small nod and he immediately closes the gap. The kiss is gentle, cautious, as if one wrong will ruin everything. You pull apart and rest your forehead on his. Before you can even think, you say, “I love you.” Oikawa’s eyes widen and you let out a small gasp, realizing what you said. Your voice is barely a whisper, fear of rejection on every word, “I’m sorry. I-I wasn’t think-“

You are cut off by Oikawa kissing you again fervently. His hands wrap around your waist, pulling you in closer. Your hands reach up to run through his hair. You get completely lost in each other. All of the feelings you two have shared and built together over the past several months explodes into pure passion and love for one another. You break apart for air, still holding each other close. 

Oikawa leans down and whispers, “I love you too.” 

You lock eyes with him, his chocolate eyes pouring into yours. You stare at each other for what feels like eternity. The sun that you once admired, is now gone and forgotten compared to the beauty of your love. You only broke eye contact when Iwaizumi calls for Oikawa, “Hey, we need to go if you want to be back on time.” 

“Right.” Oikawa looks back at you, a little disappointed, “Sorry we can’t stay longer. I wish we could stay here forever. Just the two of us. No rules, no responsibilities, just us.” He soothingly strokes your hair. You lean into his touch.

“It’s okay. I’m glad I could come here today. Thank you.” You press a quick kiss on his lips and start walking towards the carriage.

“Hey, you can’t just do that and leave me here.” He starts coming after you and you take off running for the carriage, “Hey, get back here.” You laugh as he runs after you. You can’t help teasing him. You reach the carriage and look back only to see practically on top of you, “You can’t just run off like that, love.” 

You blush at the new nickname, “But it’s so much fun messing with you.” 

“Well, lucky for me we have an entire carriage ride where you can’t leave.” He smirks, as he wraps his hand around your waist. 

“Oh my, how terrible.” You say sarcastically. 

Oikawa carries you into the carriage with him, as Iwaizumi shuts the door, very clearly rolling his eyes. However, you know he doesn’t mean it. You can tell by the smile on his face. You didn’t realize how tired you were, until Oikawa sits you down next to him. Almost immediately, you lay your head down in his lap and doze off, as he gently runs his fingers through your hair. This day couldn’t have been more perfect. 

You feel a gentle nudge and a voice calling you, “Y/N? Y/N? We’re back.” 

You look up to see Oikawa smiling down at you, “Morning.”

“Not quite.” He laughs.

You sit up and stretch, looking out the window. You’re back at the village, outside the courtyard. You slump your shoulders realizing you have to go. “Sorry I fell asleep on you.” 

“Don’t be. It was nice. You looked adorable.” Oikawa says, pushing stray hairs from your face. You blush but don’t hide it from him this time. He cups your cheek with his hand, “I don’t want you to go.”

“Me neither.” You agree, leaning into his touch.

“So don’t.” 

“Haha, I wish. But I think my family will be suspicious if I am gone for over a day.”

Oikawa looks at you with confusion and slight frustration, his eyes searching for an answer. “Let’s get married.”

“What?” Now it’s your turn to look confused.

“Let’s get married.” You are too stunned to speak. “I’m serious. We wouldn’t have to sneak around anymore. We could be with each other whenever we want and we don’t have to disguise ourselves. No more lies. No more secrecy. Just the two of us, together, forever.”

You can’t think straight. Does he realize the weight of what he’s asking? Your parents don’t even know you know each other and he just wants to get married out of the blue? You stare at him, waiting for the joke. But as you search his eyes you can tell he’s serious. 

“Do you not want to marry me?” He looks down, fiddling with his hands. His voice barely a whisper.

“No. I mean, I do. But-“

“So let’s do it.” He cuts you off, his eyes shooting back up to meet yours.

“Tooru, it’s not that easy. You haven’t met my parents. They don’t even know we have been seeing each other.”

“Don’t worry about them. I will figure it out. I will convince my father and your father. I will handle everything. Please, love.” He gently grabs your hands, his voice soft as if anything louder will break him. “I love you. And I want to be with you. I want to marry you and have kids with you. I want you to be by my side forever. I want to be able to go out in public with you. I want to show the world my beautiful girl.” He wipes your tears. You didn’t even realize you were crying.

“Yes.” Your voice is so soft, you weren’t even sure you spoke out loud.

“Yes?”

“Yes. Let’s do it. Let’s get married.” 

Oikawa practically falls on top of you. He wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you with fervently. You laugh at his excitement. 

“Wait.” He freezes, confusing you.

“What?” You ask, concerned.

“I don’t have a ring.” 

You heave a sigh, glad it’s not something bigger, “It’s okay. I don’t need a ring. I just need you.” 

He smiles, “And I just need you.” 

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Our Little Secret Pt. 2

Prince! Oikawa x fem! reader

Fluff

Synopsis: Go read part 1

A/N: Sorry it's a short chapter. I needed filler space for set up.

Masterlist pt.1 pt.3 pt.4 epilogue

“Ow ow ow” Oikawa whines as Iwaizumi drags him through the crowd by the ear. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Iwaizumi yells.

“Would you stop it! You’re hurting me!” Oikawa whisper yells, attempting to avoid as much attention as possible in this situation. 

“Good!” Iwaizumi veers off into an alleyway. He slings Oikawa around and throws him against the wall. 

“Ow! What is wrong with you!” 

“What is wrong with me? What is wrong with you! What happened to not leaving my sight, huh?”

“It’s not my fault you aren’t fast enough.” Oikawa shrugs turning away from Iwaizumi. SLAP! The sound of Iwaizumi’s hand hitting Oikawa on the back of the head echos through the alleyway, “OW! I can have you arrested for this.”

“Not if I kill you first. What do you think you are doing? Frolicking around with girls? Giving them flowers? Do you want more rumors to spread?” 

“First off, it was one woman and second, I wasn’t ‘frolicking’. I was having a good time with her.” 

“Yeah and if anyone else saw your ‘good time’ you would be doomed.”

“You don’t get it Iwa! I wasn’t messing around with some random girl. She is different. She is a noble but was doing the shopping for her manor. She recognized me when others didn’t. She reminds me of you, but she is way more beautiful.”

“Snap out of your daydream!” 

“Yeah, that tone. She is the only other person who has been bold enough to speak to me that way. I helped her pick up potatoes.” 

“Potatoes?”

“Potatoes! I knocked them out of her basket on accident. She knew her way around the market and knew the vendors. She cares enough to take time to get to know them.”

“Wow, human decency.” Iwaizumi turns and walks out of the alleyway towards the palace.

Oikawa runs to catch up with his fast stride, “It’s not that simple. You know how many nobles care to know their servants names. I don’t know half of our kitchen staff. But she takes time to know random villagers. She is kind and funny and beautiful and her laugh,” Oikawa lets out a dreamy sigh that Iwa almost gags at, “Her laugh is like honey to the soul. It is smooth and sweet, yet it has a vibrance to it. It invades your whole body, winding its way through your veins, warming your entire being.”

“Since when did you become a poet.” Iwa snorts.

“Since I met someone worth writing about.”

“You were with her for like an hour. You can’t seriously be this entranced.”

“If you were with her, you would understand. She is something different. She is like…like…ugh! I don’t even know what she is like! She is intriguing, vivacious, enchanting. I need to know more about her.” 

“Well too bad because you have to go back to the castle.” 

Oikawa spends the rest of the walk describing you to Iwaizumi and if they weren’t best friends Iwaizumi would actually beat him up, but he will wait until they are back at the castle. 

The next day, you stand under the central bell tower. As you lean against the brick tower, fidgeting with your dress, you keep looking around. Why isn’t he here? Did you come early? Or maybe he didn’t want to come. Of course he doesn’t. He is a prince for crying out loud. Why would he have any interest in you? You heave a sigh, ready to give up and go, when you hear a voice from behind, “Sorry I’m late.”

You whip around to see the familiar hooded figure from yesterday, “Gosh, don’t scare me like that.”

He lets out an oddly attractive laugh, “I don’t know. I think you’re cute when you’re flustered.”

A blush spreads across your cheeks, “Shut up. Why are you wearing that cloak again?”

“I told you, I have to stay hidden.”

“Well, it looks stupid.” You laugh. 

Oikawa’s smile grows bigger at that sweet sound, “Excuse me for not having a custom made disguise.”

“You should be more prepared next time.” You both laugh at your sarcasm, “So, uh, what did you plan to do today?” 

“Come on, I’ll show you.” He grabs your wrist and leads you away. You make your way past houses and head towards the farms. Right before you reach the outer roads Oikawa takes a left. You enter a beautiful enclosed courtyard. There is a small, black, metal gate that you enter through. The brick paved ground is old and mossy. There is a bench in the center that is clearly very old but still beautiful. All of the flowers and plants are overgrown, vines covering the surrounding walls. From above hangs wisteria and vines. The place is aged and winsome. It takes your breath away. 

“Wow, what is this place?” 

Oikawa pulls down his hood, his soft brown hair falling perfectly, “This is a courtyard built in honor of my great grandmother. My great grandfather built it after she died. She loved to sit in the garden and admire the flowers. So he made this private courtyard in her honor. I found out about it when I was a kid and would come here a lot. But most of our family completely forgot about it, so it has gotten a little out of hand.”

“I think it’s beautiful.” You sigh, taking in the beautiful courtyard.

“Yeah, it is.” You turn to look back at Oikawa, only to see him looking at you with a soft smile. Your breath gets caught in your lungs, as your cheeks turn a shade pinker. “So, tell me more about you.” He asks, sitting down on the bench 

“Me?” You ask, breathlessly, “I’m not that interesting.”

“I’ll be the one to determine that,” He smirks.

“Uh, okay. What do you want to know?” You join him on the bench

“Tell me about your family, if it isn’t a touchy subject.”

“Okay. Well, I come from a noble family. I love my family very much. My mother is kind hearted and beautiful. My father is honest and confident.”

“I see where you get your traits now.”

You smile, “They prefer I do as a nobles daughter should do, learn piano, embroidery and what not. And while there is nothing wrong with those things, I don’t want to be shut up in the house all day. I like to walk in the garden and go to the market. My father says that I am not allowed to go to the village more than once a week, though.”

“But he let you come to see me?” He smirks.

You rub the back of your neck awkwardly, “Haha, no. He doesn’t know I’m with you. He…doesn’t like you very much…”

“Oh…” His face drops, “Well, what does he think you are doing?”

“I told him that we forgot some things at the market and that I needed to go back today.” You smile sheepishly.

“Tsk tsk” His signature smirk is back, “Lying for me?”

“Well what about you? You are doing the same, aren’t you?” 

“Yeah, I guess you are right. But it is okay, you are worth lying for.” 

There he goes again, making you blush, “Why don’t you tell me about your family.”

“What is there to know? My dad is king, obviously, and he is a pain in the neck. He never lets me leave the castle. He barely lets me walk in the garden…the garden! Anyway, he keeps telling me about learning these ‘kingly duties’ but I don’t see the point. Great, I can read a map and order people around, but what is that going to do for our people? What about the actual problems? Excuse me if I want to know more about our citizens, help how they need it. He thinks I’m just being frivolous, that I don’t actually care. When in reality, he is the one who doesn’t care!” Oikawa didn’t notice that in his anger, he stood up. He sheepishly sits back down, “Sorry. That was probably more than you wanted to know.”

“No, don’t be sorry. I’m glad you can be open.” You lay a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. The simple action sends sparks through your body. “That sounds hard. All that pressure can’t be easy. Have you tried talking to your father about it?”

“Yeah and he just keeps saying that I don’t understand and need to learn.” He huffs.

“Have you ever considered it from his perspective?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Well, he is your father and so he probably just wants you to be prepared so you can be a good king. And while you don’t see eye to eye, he is helping the best he knows how. He just wants to see you succeed.” “I-I never thought about it that way…”

“Why don’t you try talking to him in a calm manner and explain that you understand he is trying to help. And say that you will try things his way if he will try some things your way.”

“Uh, yeah. I guess I could try that.” 

You give him a small smile, when you hear the chime of a distant bell tower. You shoot up from the bench, eyes wide, “I have to go.” 

“What? Why?” Oikawa matches your stance.

“I told my father I would be back by noon. I am running late. I-I have to go, sorry.” You start to run out of the courtyard.

Oikawa grabs your wrist, halting your movement, “Wait! When will I see you again.”

“Whenever you want.” You wink, breaking from his grasp and sprinting away, “Goodbye! Thank you for the nice time!”

“Goodbye!” He calls, waving as you run away. He laughs at your flirtatiousness; his cheeks heating up at your previous comment. 

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Our Little Secret Pt. 1

Prince! Oikawa x fem! reader

Fluuuuuuuff, some angst but not in this chapter

Warnings: Idk if there are any. Lemme know if I'm wrong.

Synopsis: You're a noble, he's a prince. What will happen when your lives become more intertwined than you ever thought possible?

A/N: I FINALLY FINISHED IT! Y'all this mess took me months to do because I have no motivation 🤪😭 anywaaaay, please enjoy. I haven't been active in a hot sec (again no motivation), but I am going to post a bit more (hopefully). Thank you for all the love and support. It means a lot.

Masterlist pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 epilogue

Prince Oikawa Tooru: you either love him or hate him. Prince Oikawa is flamboyant, a flirt, mischievous, some might even say immature. All of the girls in the kingdom swoon over him. The villagers love him. Nobles who are friends of the royal family tolerate him. However, most nobles hate him. Your father being one of them. Anytime a story circulates about Oikawa you get an earful from your father about how he is “immature” and “not fit for the throne.” And you? How do you feel about him? Honestly, you aren’t sure. From afar it seems like your father is right. That he is immature and childish, but you also know that it is not the whole story. People distort stories to fit their own narrative. You want to humiliate the prince? Tell everyone that you saw him goofing off with some girls. You want to bolster his ego? Tell everyone that he donated his life savings to the poor. Around here, rumors spread like wildfire. So while Oikawa may seem childish, you aren’t quite sure that’s the truth. 

Oikawa is tired. Tired of being stuck in the castle. Tired of not being able to leave without being recognized. Tired of stupid rumors that continue to spread about him. But most of all, Oikawa is tired of his father, the king. Oikawa can’t go one day without hearing something about how he needs to find a wife or he needs to be more serious. He is serious. He wants what is best for his country. He wants to be the kind of king who can relate to his people. Not one who stays shut up in his castle, making decisions about things he knows nothing about. That is why Oikawa travels out to the villages so much: to meet his people. But he has to stop because of all the stupid rumors. It’s not his fault girls cling to him left and right. So now, he is stuck in the castle being forced to follow his father around. Aka. sit around in the throne room most of the day. 

As Oikawa sits in the throne room, like he has been for the past hour, his patience starts to fade. He decides he has had enough. He gets up to leave but his father interrupts him, “Where do you think you’re going?” His voice booms through the large room.

“I’m going back to my chambers.” Oikawa continues to walk away, not giving his father much of a choice.

“You are to stay here and learn the duties of a king.” His father stamps his foot. 

“Wow, sitting in the throne room for hours on end. Yeah, that’s really hard to learn.” 

“Do not use that tone with me!”

“Yeah okay.” Oikawa gives his father a wave from behind as he exits the room. 

“Iwaizumi, follow him and make sure he does not leave the castle!” Oikawa’s personal body guard, Iwaizumi, follows Oikawa back to his chambers. 

Oikawa trudges down the hallway, his heavy footsteps echoing behind him. His bodyguard and friend follows close behind, “Can you believe him Iwa-chan. He is so annoying!” Iwaizumi does not respond. One wrong word and he’s done for. When the pair makes it back to Oikawa’s room, Oikawa slams the door like a child throwing a tantrum. He jumps face first onto his bed and groans. “Why did I have to be born a prince?!” Again, no response from Iwaizumi. “Is it so much to ask to want to go to the village? To have some fun?” 

“When you ask, yes.” The first words Iwaizumi speaks in this conversation.

“What is that supposed to mean?!” Oikawa rolls over on his back.

“As much as you hate it, you do have duties as a prince. Besides, by going out in the village it only causes rumors to spread.” 

Oikawa springs up from his moping position, “Not if people don’t know who I am.”

“What are you saying?” 

“If I disguise myself, then no one will know who I am.” A mischievous glint sparkles in Oikawa’s eyes.

“Unless you plan on changing your stupid face, it won’t work.” Iwaizumi is the only person who can call the prince stupid. 

“Iwa-chan, you’re so mean! I can cover my face.” 

“And how do you plan on doing that.”

“Well, I don’t know. You could help give ideas, you know.”

“Help you break the rules? No thank you.”

Oikawa gets up and starts rummaging through his clothes. Why do all of them have to be so bright and fancy? As he throws his nice clothes on to the floor, he comes across some old clothes. They are the clothes he used to wear to sleep. They are borrowed from an old servant who used to be in charge of him. Perfect! “Ah ha! I’ll wear these!” He stands tall, very proud of himself.

“Seriously?”

“Yes. I’ll wear these and use a cloak to cover my face.” Oikawa immediately starts changing. 

“You do realize I can’t let you do this right?” Iwaizumi stands in front of the door. 

“Come on Iwa. You can just say that I got the better of you. No one will know.”

“Yeah, because people will believe that.” “Please Iwa!”

“What happens if someone does recognize you and no one is there to protect you?”

“Simple, you come with me.”

“I don’t think so.” 

“Come on. You can just wear some normal clothes and come with me. Then you can protect me.” 

“No.” “Please” Oikawa brings out the biggest puppy dog eyes he can muster. 

“That’s not going to work on me.” Iwaizumi crosses his arms and looks away.

“You are my best friend who has been there with me through thick and thin. I just want to go out for a bit. You wouldn’t abandon me would you?”

Iwaizumi sighs, “You are going whether or not I come, aren’t you?”

Oikawa winks, “Bingo!”

“Fine. But if even the slightest thing happens, we are coming back. AND you don’t leave my sight.”

“Come on Iwa-chan. What are you? My mother?” 

Iwaizumi glares daggers at him, “I can go and tell your father about this little scheme you know?”

Oikawa shrinks back, “No no, I’m sorry. I’ll stay in your sight and behave. I promise.”

With that, Oikawa and Iwaizumi get ready to set off into the village. 

Noble families have servants for a reason. They buy the food, cook the meals, clean the house, tend the garden, and so on. But you always insist on doing it for them. It’s gotten to a point where they don’t even argue anymore. Once a day, you get to chose one thing you want to do around the manor. Today, you choose to go to the market. Going to the market is your favorite thing to do. All the people, smells, and sights. It makes you feel alive. You and your personal maid, Ren, are tasked with buying food for the house. You recently had people over, so you are running a little low on supplies. You and Ren decide to split up in order tackle the long list of supplies. As you walk along the bustling streets, you can smell all of the different vendors: the freshly baked bread from various patisseries, the sweet scent of freshly picked flowers, and the vibrant smell of various spices. The crowd swirls around you with vivid color and lively noise. If you weren’t so familiar with the market, you would surely get lost. Your basket slowly fills up with the required supplies and you feel the weight taking a toll on your arm. You make your way to a vegetable stand to attempt to find ripe tomatoes (which are proving to be a challenge today) when you run head first into someone. “Oh I am so sorry.” You look up to address the hooded figure and end up making eye contact with none other than the prince himself. You gasp, “Your highness!” He immediately covers your mouth and pulls you into a small, unoccupied alleyway. You struggle against his grasp.

“Shhhhh” He attempts to fight back against your thrashing. Once out of sight, he releases his hand off of your mouth.

“What do you think you are doing!” You yell, causing him to slap his hand back over your face. 

“Would you quiet down. I’m not going to hurt you, jeez.” You lessen your struggle against him. “Are you gonna quiet down now?”

You give a small nod and he releases his hand again. “What is the meaning of this?” You whisper.

He sighs, “I’m trying to stay hidden, but you are making that increasingly more difficult.”

“What?” You question, straightening out your dress and picking up your dropped potatoes, “Why would the prince need to stay hidden?”

“Because if people recognize me then I will be forced to go back to the castle.” He bends down to help pick up your lost food. 

You look over at him, “The great prince Oikawa stooping down to help a mere citizen like me? How scandalous.” 

He smirks, “You are pretty bold to talk to a prince like that.” “Something tells me that you don’t mind.” 

He lets out a small laugh at that, “Very perceptive.”

“Why is a prince such as yourself afraid of going back to the palace?” You stand up, having picked up the remnants of your food. 

“So curious.” He stands, stretching his back like an old man, “If you must know, my father doesn’t want me going out into the village.”

“I wonder why.”

He peers at you, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, it isn’t a secret that you enjoy messing around. That can be damaging for any princes image.” 

He heaves a sigh, “Those are just rumors. They are actually the main reason I have to hide. Anytime someone see’s me outside of the castle, some new rumor circulates. ‘Prince Oikawa caught flirting with all the girls.’ Or ‘Prince Oikawa gambling away his fortune.’ It’s stupid. I’ve never done any of that.” 

You cock an eyebrow, “You are telling me you have never flirted with a woman?”

“I didn’t say that. It’s just that people make me out to be some playboy who has been with countless woman, which is not true. I haven’t ever been with a woman!” He says that last part a little too loud.

You giggle at his silliness. Oikawa feels his cheeks blush and warmth fills his body at your laugh, “Well then, we better not let anyone see you. Wouldn’t want them to find out your secret.” 

“We?” He teases in attempt to make you blush as well. 

“Of course, you owe me replacement potatoes for the ones you dropped.” 

“Oh, right.” He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, “Sorry about that.” 

He secures his hood and you both sneak back into the crowd. Oikawa offers to carry your basket. You hand it over and look away, attempting to hide the slight blush on your cheeks. You know people say that the prince is charming, but you didn’t expect it to be true. You clear your throat, “So, what is your highness doing all alone, shouldn’t you have guards or something?”

“Quiet down. Call me Tooru. I don’t need anyone recognizing me.” He looks around to make sure no one heard you.

“I’m sorry but I can’t do that. It wouldn’t be right.” 

“Come on, don’t be so formal. You already insulted me, remember?”

You feel a twinge of embarrassment from that, “Okay, Tooru, what are you doing alone?”

“Well, I had a guard with me somewhere, but we seem to have gotten separated. He won’t be happy with me so we better keep our distance.” He winks as if he didn’t just imply that a royal guard is hunting you two down, “What is a noble like you doing buying her own food?” 

“How did you know I was a noble?” 

“It’s obvious. The way you carry yourself, your boldness. A servant wouldn’t dare talk to a prince the way you did.”

“You don’t know that.” You cross your arms.

“Trust me, I have plenty of servants. I think I know. Plus your dress is way too nice to be anything but a noble.” 

“Oh.” You look down at your dress. You didn’t think it looked that fancy, “If you must know, I actually enjoy shopping. I go every week with my maid, Ren.”

“And your family lets you?” 

“My father doesn’t like it but I don’t really give him a choice.”

“I get that.” As you both walk through the market, finishing your list, you fall into easy conversation. Making jokes here and there, getting to know each other. Who knew the prince was so easy to talk to. Oikawa stops at every other stand, marveling at all the “cool things.” You laugh at his childish behavior. As you near the end of your shopping trip, you take a break to sit down on a bench off to the side. You had bought some strawberries for you two to share. “Who knew that the market would be so fun?” Oikawa says, mouth half full of strawberry, “And these taste exquisite.”

“She sells the best strawberries.” You giggle and Oikawa feels that warm sensation again

“So you know the vendor?” 

“Of course I do. I come here every week. It would be rude of me not to know the people that I interact with.” 

Oikawa is stunned by your answer. He has servants in his palace that he barely remembers the name of and you know all of these vendors names. You are remarkable. “This is nice.”

“What is?” You question.

“Spending time with you.” 

You almost choke on your strawberry, your cheeks matching its color, “I thought you said you don’t flirt with random girls?” 

“You aren’t random.” He says, turning towards you

“You don’t even know my name.” Oikawa’s eyes widen. He never asked your name! How could he forget. He hits himself on the head. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.” 

“Agh, I’m so stupid. How rude of me.” There he goes again with his child-like behavior, “Tell me, what is your name?” His voice does a 180, becoming sultry smooth. His beautiful brown eyes stare into yours. A small smirk lines his lips. 

“I’m Y/N Curtis, from the Curtis nobles.” You stammer.

“Y/N,” Your name rolls of his tongue, as if he has been saying it for years, “What a beautiful name.” 

You feel your body filling with heat, your lungs having a harder time breathing. The sound of a cart rolling by is heard and Oikawa breaks his gaze. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. Oikawa gets up to check on the noise. 

“Where are you going?” Your voice is filled with much more concern than you meant it to be.

He smirks, “Worried I’ll leave? Don’t worry, I’m just making a small purchase.” He walks off after the cart and you can’t help feeling worried. What if he doesn’t come back? It’s not like he has an obligation to. He is the prince for crying out loud. Your mind is put at ease as you see him walking back, his hands behind his back.

“What do you have?” You tease.

He pulls out a bouquet of flowers, “Something almost as beautiful as you.” 

You take the flowers and use them to hide your red face, “Thank you. They are lovely.” As you pull the flowers down to look back at him, you are met with nothing. The spot he was just in is empty. Where did he go? You turn to look for him but there is nothing. He vanished. You feel your shoulders drop at the lack of his presence. You go to put the flowers in your basket and see a note sitting in the arrangement. You unfold the paper to see a note; meet me at the central bell tower, same time tomorrow ;). You feel a blush creep up your cheeks once more. You can’t help the stupidly large smile that spreads across your face. You put the note in your pocket and go to meet Ren at your rendezvous point. 

As you approach the corner you meet her at every time, she notices your change in demeanor, “My lady, what has you so happy?” 

“Oh nothing,” Your grin clearly betraying you, “Just a good day at the market.”

“Why did you get flowers? We could have made an arrangement from the garden.” She points out, “Unless someone gave them to you?” 

“No, I just liked the look of these.” You aren’t sure why you don’t tell her about what happened. Maybe you are trying to protect Oikawa. Maybe you didn’t find it necessary information to share. 

Or maybe you want to keep it your little secret ;)

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I'll Be Home For Christmas

Bakugo x wife!reader

Angst, fluff

Synopsis: Bakugo went on a mission and hasn’t come back

A/N: In light of the Christmas spirit, I wrote angst hehe, but I swear it turns into fluff. MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Masterlist

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3 months…It has been 3 months since you have heard anything. 3 months since you lost contact. 3 months since everything went wrong…

-September 17th: 3 months and a week ago- 

“Where are you going daddy?” Your daughter asked as she shoved her little face into your husbands broad shoulder. 

“Daddy has to go on a work trip for a little while, but I’ll be back soon.” Bakugo gently stroked her blonde hair. You smiled as your big strong husband held his small child with all the gentleness in the world. 

“Okay Kai, it’s time for daddy to go.” You pried your daughter away, her little arms reaching towards her father. 

Bakugo kisses her on the forehead and then you on the lips, “I’ll be back before you know it.” Though his eyes were pointed at his daughter, you knew his statement was meant more for you. He could see the anxiety in your eyes, even as you tried to hide it in front of your child. You and Kai waved him off. Kai ran to the window to continue to wave as he drove away. 

“Alright little munchkin, we have to get you ready for school.” 

“Aw, but I don’t wanna go!” 

“Oh and I don’t want to do laundry but we all have to do things we don’t want to do. Now let’s go.” 

I’ll be back before you know it

You couldn’t help but doubt his words.

Bakugo didn’t tell you much about this mission. He wasn’t allowed to. All you knew was that it was very important and he would be gone for an unknown amount of time. 

-September 24th: 3 months ago-

“WHAT?!” Tears streamed down your face as you yelled at your husbands partner and best friend, Kirishima.

“I-i’m sorry but he went off line two days ago and we can’t seem to get him back on.” He tried to calm you down, but you paced around your living room faster.

“TWO DAYS! You haven’t talked to him in TWO DAYS?! And you didn’t tell me!”

“Sometimes things malfunction or go off for a little bit and we didn’t want to trouble you over something small.”

“Well clearly this isn’t small” You cried, exasperated, “Have you tried calling, emailing, going and finding him???”

“We called and messaged but there was no response. We can’t go and get him.” 

“Why the hell not!?”

“Because we can’t blow his cover. We don’t even know where he is” He winced, realizing his mistake.

“Hold on. You’re telling me, you sent my husband on some dangerous mission, without even knowing where it is?!”

“Well, of course the higher ups know but they just give out the orders, we handle everything else.”

“Well tell those higher ups to give his location or I’m going to personally come down there and beat their asses!” You were in his face at this point.

“Y/N, that’s not how this works. We can’t even contact them until it’s been a week.” “A week? He could be hurt or even dead by then!” You collapsed on the floor at the thought of your husband dying, “Please…ple-please. You have to…do something.”

Kirishima kneeled down next to you, a comforting arm wrapped around your shoulder, “Look, I know this is upsetting but stuff like this happens all the time. We lose signal for a day or two and then everything is fine. I was on a mission once and my power went out for two days straight. There was a blizzard so I couldn’t go anywhere to get signal for a while. Man did my supervisor freak. But I was fine, just a simple power outage. See? It might be nothing.”

You looked up at him with puffy eyes, “But it might be something.” 

He sighs, “You’re right, but there is no point in freaking out over something that hasn’t for sure happened. Take a deep breath. I will keep you updated and I’m sure everything will be fine. Do you want Kai to come over and play with my boys today?” 

“No,” You sniffled, “I would like to spend the day with her, but thanks.” You flashed him a watery smile. 

“Alright, I’ll keep in touch,” As he went to leave, he turned back to look at you, “And hey, this is Bakugo we’re talking about. He will be fine.”

You hoped he was right.

A week passed and the signal never came back. Kirishima tried to convince you that everything was okay, but you knew he didn’t believe that. 

“Maybe he got done early and is on his way back”

Then why hasn’t he contacted anyone?

Another week passed, still nothing. According to Kirishima the mission wasn’t supposed to last more than a month. He said that there was still time and everything will be okay. You’re really tired of hearing that. 

“Mommy, when is daddy gonna be home?” Kai looked up at you with tired eyes.

“I don’t know sweetie, but…” You couldn’t bring yourself to lie to her. What if it wasn’t okay? Could you confidently tell your child that her father would be home safe and sound if you didn’t even know when he would be home?

“But what?”

“But it’s time for bed now, so sleep tight.” You kissed her on the forehead and tucked her into bed with a fake smile. Hopefully she didn’t notice.

Two more weeks passed...October 24th, a month since your husband went missing. Kirishima has been awfully quiet with updates. He never gave more than a soft smile and a simple ’nothing yet.’

He didn’t even try to lie about it being okay any more. Kai kept asking about Bakugo and you kept lying. You would tuck her in with a smile and then cry yourself to sleep. 

-October 31st: 2 (ish) months ago-

“Mommy hurry up! People are going to run out of candy!” Kai pouted by the door. 

“Calm down, they aren’t going to run out of candy that quick.” You jumped into the front hall doorway with your makeshift hero costume, “How do I look?”

“Who are you supposed to be?” She turned up her nose at you. 

“I am super mom, the superest of moms in the whole world.” You posed again.

“That’s not a real person.” 

You gasp dramatically, “Fine, we don’t have to go since I’m not the superest mom ever” “No no! I’m sorry! You’re the bestest mom ever!” She hugged your leg and you couldn’t stay ‘mad’ at her.

“Alright, I forgive you, now come on super Kai-“

“No. You have to call me by daddy’s name.” 

You winced at her words. You haven’t uttered his name in almost three weeks, “Okay…Dynamight. Lets go”

You took her picture and sent it to Bakugo, hoping that he would get it…although you knew it was nothing more than a hope. 

As the days passed, Kai slowly stopped asking about Katsuki. Maybe she could see the sadness in your eyes when she asked or maybe she forgot, although you doubt that. Either way, the fake smile got a lot harder to put on everyday. 

-November 15th: A month and a half ago-

You sighed as you dropped Kai off with Kirishima. It was parent teacher conference day. You walked in the school, past all the couples, holding back tears. You hoped that you would open the door to Kai’s teacher’s office and Bakugo would be sitting there, early for the meeting, as he always is. While you knew it was unrealistic, you still felt disappointed when you open the door to only see the teacher. 

She stretched out her hand to you, “Hi, Mrs. Bakugo. Will Mr. Bakugo not be joining us today?”

You sighed, plastering the familiar smile on your face, “No, he is caught up with work.”

“Oh, well I wish he had cleared his schedule for this important meeting but it can’t be helped I guess.” She flashed an equally fake smile back. 

You’ve never liked her. She has been so critical of your family because Bakugo is a hero. She said that he shouldn’t be a hero if he has a kid. That he might get hurt or go missing and how would that affect the child? You hated that you kind of agreed with her. The meeting was boring and painful but you made it without crying, so that’s a plus. However, you asked Kirishima to keep Kai a little longer so that you could go home and cry. 

The next day, Kai came home crying. 

“What happened?” You cradled her in your arms, wiping away her tears.

“The boys at school were being mean!” She said through sobs.

“What happened? Did they say something?” 

“They…they said that daddy is lame and weak and that he’s not a real hero.”

You froze at her words, “Why…why would they say that?”

After catching her breath, she told you what happened. She had worn her dynamight jacket to school and some of the boys came up and said that dynamight is lame. She tried to defend him and said ‘He is the coolest daddy and superhero in the world’, which the boys responded to with ‘oh yeah? Then why hasn’t he been on the tv at all?’ ‘I know. He is weak and can’t actually save anybody.’ ‘Yeah, deku is so much cooler.’ ‘Dynamight isn’t even a good superhero.’

“I just want daddy!” She cried.

You hugged her close, tears pricking at your eyes, “Me too, sweetie. Me too.”

It took her a while to stop crying, but she eventually passed out on the couch. You didn’t know what to do. If you called the school, you would have to talk to her teacher who wouldn’t do a thing, you’re sure of that. If you called the parents, it would be three against one. And Kai has been known to take after he father with her short temper. You put a blanket over her and retreated to your room. You closed the door and collapsed on the floor, “Where are you?!” You sobbed, “Please come back! I need you!” You slammed your fist on the floor, cries of sadness and anger spilling out of you. Why? Why did this have to happen?!

-Thanksgiving-

You and Kai went over to Kirishima’s house for Thanksgiving. Everything was fine until everyone was sitting in the living room and saying what they are grateful for.

“I’m grateful for both of you being able to join us.” Kiri’s wife said.

“I’m grateful for my new haircut!” Kiri’s oldest son said.

“What about you Kai?” You looked at your daughter expecting something silly. 

“I’m glad that mommy didn’t cry this week about daddy being gone.” 

The room went silent. 

Kirishima’s wife cleared her throat, “Maybe we should go play upstairs.” She herded the kids up the stairs. 

You stood up and went outside, trying not to cry. You wouldn’t want Kai to be disappointed after all. As you stepped out onto the front porch, the cold air slapped you in the face. After a minute you felt a warm hand on your shoulder. You immediately turned to cry into your spiked haired friend’s shirt. He simply rubbed your back, while you wetted his clothes. 

After that night, you stopped crying. The hero agency went silent on updates (not that there were any to give) and Kai no longer mentioned Bakugo. With the holiday season, things became bleak. It had been almost three months and there was no sign of him. Nobody knew where he was, let alone if he was alive. You tried your best to go about the holiday season like normal, but you just felt numb. No matter how warm the fire was or how bright the lights were, nothing could make you feel in the Christmas spirit. Kai wrote her letter to Santa and asked you to put it in an envelope to send through the mail. When she wasn’t home, you read the letter, hoping to get some insight into what to get her. However, you froze at her scribbled misspelled words. 

Dear Santa, 

I know that I’m not the mostest perfect child but I think I have been gooder this year. I don’t want a lot. I just want my daddy to come home. Mama said that he is working but I wish he would come home soon. Maybe you could fire him, then he could come home. I really miss him a lot…and mama does too, even though she won’t say it. So please, use your magic and bring him home.

From Kai ‘lil dynamight’ Bakugo

You broke down crying, wetting her letter in the process. You wished you could make it come true. Never more have you wished for magic to be real, because if it was, maybe he would come home. 

Kirishima invited you over for Christmas but you decided to spend it at your house. Maybe it’s because you want this Christmas to feel as normal as possible or maybe you hope that he will come home, but either way, it’s Christmas Eve and you are tucking Kai into bed early, “Alright, remember, you have to stay in bed otherwise Santa won’t come.”

“Okay Mama.” Kai says through a yawn. “I promise to stay right here.”

“Good girl.” You kiss her forehead and get up to leave, but she grabs your arm.

“Mommy…” She looks scared. 

You gently stroke her hair, “What’s wrong?”

“Well, I-I don’t want to make you sad.” Tears start to well up in her eyes.

“Hey, no. You can never make me sad. What’s wrong?”

“Is-is daddy going to miss Christmas too?” She sniffles, trying to hold back her tears, but failing. 

You hug her close to your chest, letting yourself cry with her, “Honey, I-I really don’t know. I wish I could say no, but-but I don’t know.”

You both sit there and cry until she falls asleep. You gently lay her back in bed and tip toe out to the living room. You go to fill her stocking and can’t help staring at the one next to hers. You and Bakugo let her pick the stockings last year and of course she chose a family set of dynamight stockings. The biggest one was supposed to be Bakugo’s but he filled it for you instead last year. You grab it off the hook and hold it tight to your chest. 

“Please,” you whisper, “please come home.” 

You hang it back up, almost laughing at the stupidity of your question. You fill up Kai’s stocking and put in a little something for yourself. You try to take a warm bath to forget everything, to drown your sorrows, but all you can think about is him. His empty stocking tomorrow morning, his empty seat at the table, the sad look on Kai’s face when her father isn’t there. You put on your pajamas and go outside to sweep up the reindeer food Kai threw out on the sidewalk. As you are about to go inside, something catches in the corner of your eye. You turn to look across the street and you gasp, the broom dropping with a loud crash. Are you dreaming? Are you hallucinating? Across the street, under a street lamp, stands a tall, muscular figure with familiar spiked hair, except he is beaten and bruised. Tears pour down your face. Before you can even think, you start running towards him, cold air whipping against your face. He moves, with a slight limp, towards you. You jump into his arms, almost knocking him over. He’s home. Katsuki is home. You can feel the dirt and sweat sticking to him, but you don’t care. He cups your face and kisses you with such passion, yet gentleness. Your tears mixing together as you embrace one another for the first time in 3 months. 

He holds you so tight against his chest, you almost can’t breathe. He whispers in your ear, “I’m home.” 

You kiss him again but with no where near as much gentleness as he did. He picks you up and walks you back inside. He practically falls on the couch from exhaustion, but never lets you go. 

“Where have you been?” You look at him through your tears. 

“I’m sorry. I know I must have caused you so much trouble. But I’m here now and that’s all that matters.” He says, head pressed against your shoulder. 

“Your all beaten and bruised.” You run your hand through his hair, “Is this blood? Oh my gosh what happened? Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine, just a few cuts and bruises. Nothing a simple first aid kit can’t fix. The mission went bad and I had some run ins with the bad guys, but everything is okay now. They are in custody. I came here as soon as I dropped them off at the station.” His voice is barely a raspy whisper.

“I was so scared. I didn’t know if you would come home. God, thank you for coming home!”

You two sit in each others arms for what feels like forever yet not enough time. You eventually force Katsuki to take a shower and then go to bed. Oh how you missed his warm embrace, holding you while you sleep. How you missed the dip on his side of the bed. How you missed kissing him goodnight. 

The next morning, you are so lost in his warmth that you almost forget about Christmas, but of course Kai doesn’t. You had told her to wait in her room until you came to get her in the morning. You wake up to the sound of her screaming your name. You are about to jump out of bed when you realize why she is calling your name. You sigh knowing that nothing is wrong. You gently wake up Bakugo, his tired eyes barely look up at you. “Come on. I think there is someone who wants to see you.” 

You go into Kai’s room with a huge, real smile on your face. “Merry Christmas, munchkin. I have a big surprise for you.”

“Is it extra presents?!” She jumps up and down on her bed, blissfully unaware of who awaits her in the living room.

“The biggest present of them all.” You cover her eyes and lead her out to the living room. “Okay, open!”

As you uncover her eyes, Kai makes the loudest gasping squeal noise you have ever heard, “DADDY!!!!!” 

She runs past all of her stocking stuffers and giant presents and leaps into Bakugo’s arms. He spins her around hugging her so tight he might as well be crushing her. “My princess, gosh I missed you.” You hug both of them, wiping the tears from your husbands eyes. 

“Welcome home, Katsuki.”

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What happened to Bakugo -coming soon

[maddieg0531]

Facade pt. 4

Oikawa x fem!reader

FLUFF, tiny bit of angst

Warnings: Insecurities, self doubt

A/N: AAAAAH! It's finished!! I am so unbelievably happy with this story. I will say that this chapter can get a bit choppy, but I needed to skip around a lot in time so. Thank you for reading!

pt.3 masterlist

Monday rolls around and you find yourself excited to see Oikawa. You practically bounce down the stairs and open the door to see the brunette waiting for you. 

“Good morning, princess.” His bright smile shines on you. 

“Hi-wait what did you just call me?” Your face heats up at the nickname.

“Princess. I figured we should have nicknames if we want to seem real. Do you not like it?” His face falls at the thought.

“N-no. I mean it’s fine, I-I guess… Uh, we should probably, uh, go.” You walk past him, trying to hide the red creeping up your face.

“You need to have a nickname for me.” He walks beside you, hands in pockets.

“Why? I mean I think Oikawa sounds nice.” You stammer.

“Why thank you, but don’t you think it’s weird that I call you by a nickname and you just call me my name. At least call me Tooru.” 

“Oh, uh, okay.” You keep your face pointed at the ground, but Oikawa doesn’t miss the small smile that lines your face. As you near school, Oikawa swings his arm over your shoulder like he has done everyday. But this time instead of wanting to shove him off, you almost lean into him, warmth spreading through your body. 

The next week you two fall into a nice routine. Like Tooru wanted, the fangirls have lessened. He walks you to school, drops you off at your locker and you go about your school day with a smile. You go to volleyball practice and Oikawa walks you home. Suddenly, your days seem brighter. You are excited when you wake up and giddy during the day. However, the fated day has arrived sooner than you thought it would—Valentines Day.

Oikawa surprisingly hasn’t mentioned anything about Valentines Day, to the point that you almost forget about it. You hear the doorbell ring and your eyebrows bunch in confusion. Oikawa is early today. You open the door to be greeted with a bouquet of flowers. 

“Happy Valentine's Day, princess.” The smiling face behind the flowers says.

You take said flowers and hide your embarrassed face, “Wow, thanks. I feel awful. I didn’t get you anything.”

“That’s okay. I’ll spoil you today.” Tooru beams. He holds out his hand and gives a slight bow, “Shall we go madam?”

You bow back, playing into his little act, “We shall. Just let me put these flowers in a vase.”

You run to put the flowers in a vase, then take Oikawa’s hand to leave. As you walk, Oikawa never lets go of your hand. Neither of you acknowledge it, but you are both comfortable. You only break contact when he suddenly stops. You look back confused and see him picking something off of the ground. He stands back up and walks over to you with a wildflower, “Here. A beautiful flower for a beautiful girl.” He smiles, a soft, genuine smile.

You match his smile, “Thank you.”

“May I?” He takes the flower and puts it in your hair, brushing the stray hairs from your face. “Perfect.”

You start walking again, but your hands are no longer together. Your hand feels lonely and cold. As you enter the school gates, you are knocked over by two girls. They cling to Oikawa.

“Please go out with me!” One cries.

“No, no! Go out with me!” The other pleads.

They push against each other to be closer to Oikawa (even though they are practically on top of him), as you stand off to the side watching.

“Ladies. Ladies!” He gently removes them off of him, “I don’t know if you noticed, but that girl you just pushed away is my girlfriend.”

They both whine, “So?” “I’m better than her.” “Who cares?”

“While I appreciate your flattery, she is pretty great, so I don’t think I’ll be giving her up anytime soon.” He attempts to calm them down. You blush at his statement. Does he really think that? “Now, if you don’t mind, we’ll be going.” Oikawa puts his hand on your lower back and guides you away, “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay. It isn’t your fault for having fangirls.” You smile up at him.

“You're right. I can’t help that I was born so ravishingly handsome.” He jokes, tossing his head.

You lightly push him, “Shut up.” You walk with him to his locker to see a bunch of girls crowding around it. At the sight of him, they squeal and run up to him. However, this time you don’t let them push you out of the way. Instead, you step in front of Oikawa and hold your hand out. The girls halt, confused at your gesture. “Before any of you say anything. Oikawa is not available, he cannot accept any gifts, and will not accept any confessions, so don’t even try. You are all pretty, smart at something I’m sure. Why don’t you try to find a good guy, instead of wasting your time on this loser.”

“Hey!” Tooru protests behind you.

“He’s not worth it. So move along please.” You shoo them away, some pouting, others cursing you under their breath. You sigh; you didn’t think that would work. 

“Look at you.” You spin around to see Oikawa smirking, “Standing up for me?”

“Well…I-“ You stutter, not sure what to say.

He leans down to whisper in your ear, “Or maybe you’re just jealous.”

You push him back, “Am not!”

He laughs at your harsh reaction, “I don’t know, you sound kinda jealous.”

“I am not!”

“Are too.”

“Whatever. I’m going to class.” You huff, walking away.

“Come on, don’t be like that. I was just telling the truth.” He calls, teasingly, after you. 

“How long are you going to keep this up?”

Oikawa jumps at the familiar voice, “Iwa! Don’t scare me like that.”

“Answer my question.” Iwaizumi huffs, crossing his arms.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Oikawa's previously confident manner has now switched to a childlike demeanor. 

“You know good and well what I mean. How long are you going to keep up your stupid charade with Y/N?”

Oikawa gasps, “What do you mean? It is completely real.”

“Oh shut up. It is not.”

“How do you know?” 

“Because 1. No one would date you so quickly.” Iwa shoots an arrow of sarcasm at Tooru’s heart, “2. You two act like you’ve never been around the opposite sex.” Oikawa huffs. “3. A week before you two ‘got together’ you told me about your stupid idea, which I distinctly remember telling you was a bad idea.”

Oikawa stiffens at being called out, “I-I forgot about that.”

“Yeah, I figured. Now answer my damn question. How long are you going to keep this up?”

“Well, uh, we said to the end of the month, but-“

“But nothing. You need to either ask her out for real or cut it off.” 

“I can’t cut it off, especially not on Valentine's Day.”

“And why not? If it’s really fake then there should be no problem.”

Oikawa looks down at the ground, silent.

Iwaizumi sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Look, I know you aren’t used to being the one with the crush but you can’t keep this up. It will end up hurting one or both of you in the end.”

“What if she says no?” Oikawa’s words are almost inaudible. 

“Then it’s better to end it now rather than later. For your sake, stop this.” Without another word, Iwaizumi walks off to class, leaving Oikawa alone to think about his advice. 

All day Oikawa gives you gifts: chocolates at lunch, a lovely drawing on your book in history 🙄, and a small note at practice that he tells you not to open until you get home. He walks you home and you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t a little disappointed that he takes you straight home. You figured you would stop for ice cream or something but he drops you home without a word about extra plans. You go to your room to open this mysterious note

Princess,

Happy Valentine's Day! I hope you’ve enjoyed my gifts so far. Be ready by 6, wear something nice ;)

-Volleyball star, Tooru

You giggle at his signature. But now you have a problem, what are you going to wear? You spend all afternoon searching through your closet for something to wear. You eventually decide upon a simple, short, black dress with off the shoulder sleeves and black heels. The skirt has slight volume and is pleated. You pin your hair up into a bun and pin in the flower Tooru gave you this morning. Your makeup is a simple red lipstick and mascara. You are wearing a silver necklace, earrings, and bracelet. You hope you didn’t go overboard. Come 6 o’clock there is a knock on your door. 

~~~~

As Oikawa heads over to your house, Iwaizumi’s words swirl around his thoughts. He is right. If this keeps going he could get hurt, you could get hurt and Oikawa couldn’t live with himself if that happened. But he can’t break it off now? Or can he. He did say through Valentines Day. Would you be okay ending it early? But you seemed to be enjoying yourself or is that just you playing into the act. Who is he kidding? You barely know him. Why would you like him? He is arrogant, selfish, messed up. You are smart, funny, kind, and beautiful. Why would you ever get into a relationship with him? 

Oikawa’s thoughts are cut short as he approaches your house. No matter what he thinks, he has to play the part. Just one more night. He knocks on your door and after a moment it opens to reveal a beautiful woman…you. He stares at you, wide eyed. Your dress accentuates your figure perfectly. Oikawa’s heart stops at seeing the flower he gave you in your hair. Your lips sit slightly parted, the red lipstick shining in the sunset. 

You stare back at him with equally wide eyes. His tall figure is outlined by a black suit. His hair sits perfectly, the brown curls falling slightly in his face. You have always thought he is attractive but you didn’t know he was this kind of attractive. His eyes travel down your figure and then back up to your lips. You blush under his gaze.

You both stare at each other for a long moment before Oikawa clears his throat. “So, uh, shall we be going?”

“Oh, yeah.” You grab your purse and walk with Oikawa. He holds out his arm and you slip yours through. “So, where are we going?”

“You’ll find out.” A smirk lines his face, but it isn’t quite as confident this time around. He takes you to a fancy restaurant. As you approach the door, he (like the gentleman he is) holds the door open as he gestures for you to enter. You give a small thank you and walk through. The restaurant is fancier than anything you have ever seen. There are chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and the waiters are dressed up in suits that probably cost 100’s of dollars. The lights are dim (which is how you know it’s really fancy) and candles sit on each table. The restaurant is packed, but when Oikawa walks in he says a few words and they usher you both to a table. Oikawa pulls out the velvet lined chair for you and then takes his seat across from you. The waiter asks if you want any wine and Oikawa smiles politely and explains that you guys are too young to drink. The waiter asks if you want sparkling water or not. 

“I’ll have sparkling. And you?” Oikawa questions you.

“Just normal for me.” The waiter nods and walks off. “You like sparkling water?” You scrunch your nose at the option.

“I actually have never had it. I thought I’d try something new.” He smiles.

You let out a small laugh, “How did you even get a reservation here?”

“I called in two weeks ago.” 

“But we had just started dating then.” You stutter over the word ‘dating’. Do you call it that? This is a date, isn’t it? 

“Yeah, but I knew we were going out today, so I figured go big or go home.”

Your cheeks flush at the thought of him doing all this for you, “Well, it is very nice.” 

You open your menu and your eyes practically pop out of your head at the prices. The appetizers alone are upwards of $15. Not to mention the steak and lobster hitting the 30s. You look at Oikawa. Does he plan on paying for this? Or are you going to split the check? You can’t afford this. You two look over the menu in silence: you because of your shock and him because he is caught up in his thoughts. The waiter comes back and asks for your order. You look at Oikawa hesitantly, “Uh, I’ll have the Atlantic scallops.”

“You do know that is an appetizer right?” The waiter gently confirms.

“Yes. Is it enough to feed one person?” The waiter nods in response. “Then I’ll have that.”

“Alright, and for you sir?” 

“I’ll have the tuna sushi.” Oikawa hands the waiter both of your menus and the waiter bows and heads off to the kitchen. “You know you didn’t have to do that.”

“What?” You tilt your head in confusion.

“Order something cheaper, I mean.” Oikawa looks you in the eyes. “I don’t mind you getting something expensive.”

“Well, maybe I just wanted the scallops. You don’t know.” You avoid his gaze. 

“Are you sure? Because you can get something else if you want it.”

“No, I’m fine.” You are telling the truth. Yes, you got something cheaper but it does sound good. You will be fine. 

As you wait for the food, you and Oikawa chat. It is simple stuff. How is school going? Are you ready for the upcoming tournament? What are you thinking about doing when you get older? The general get to know you questions. You are kind of sad that it isn’t something more. But why would it be? This is just for show, right? 

The waiter comes back with the food and the portions are way too small for the price. You have about 6 scallops and that is it. Even Oikawa’s pasta is no more than a child’s serving. You guys eat your food pretty quickly. The waiter comes out with the tab and you try to catch a glance at the price. Maybe you can slip Oikawa some cash for it later. But Oikawa keeps it from your gaze, knowing that you will want to split if you see the total. He has to admit, it is more than he was expecting to pay, but it is okay. You are worth it. The waiter asks about dessert but you and Oikawa quickly decline the offer. After he pays, Oikawa leads you out of the restaurant. You go to turn back the way you came, but Oikawa guides you the opposite way. You look up at him, “Where are we going now?” 

He winks, “You’ll see.”

As you walk down the street, various couples pass you, coming from their own valentine's day plans. You pass a few restaurants with lines out the door. The street lamps light the brick path leading to who knows where. Oikawa takes a turn and leads you into *michinoku park. You have never actually been here before, but you have heard of it. It holds true to its good reputation. The flora is beautiful: perfectly cut bushes; pretty flowers, just starting to bloom; pathways lit by fairy lights. You gawk at the scenery around you. You end up at a fountain in the center of the park. Oikawa takes a seat on the ledge of the fountain. You follow suit. “This is beautiful.”

“It is.” He whispers, but when you turn to look at him, he is staring at you, not the park. 

Heat crawls up your neck, “Uh, do you come here often?” 

“Only when I’m with gorgeous girls.” You look at him, a little downcast. He leans to whisper in your ear, “I’ve never been here before.” Butterflies go crazy in your stomach. He pulls back a little to look in your eyes, a soft smile lining his lips. The moonlight shines on his face, his lips shining under the light. Your eyes involuntarily flick down to his lips. He goes to lean in a bit closer, when you shiver, making him pull back. Your face falls a bit at the lack of warmth from his closeness. Darn your body for being cold. He takes his jacket off and puts it around your exposed shoulders. “Come on, let’s take a walk.” His hand snakes around your waist, guiding you around the park. You don’t talk. You just walk, basking in each other's presence. Oikawa comes to a stop under a flower lined bridge. There is no one around, just you and him. You look at him, silently questioning why he stopped. His eyes said it all, I wanted to stop to look at you. He leans in close enough that his warm breath fans your face. You stare into each other's eyes, his brown ones scanning yours to ask an inaudible question. You give a small nod and he immediately closes the gap. The kiss is soft, gentle. He takes it slow, worried that you might pull away. But you receive the kiss, the butterflies in your stomach exploding. His hands rest on your waist, while yours slink around his neck. Eventually, he pulls away for air. He rests his forehead on yours, but you avoid each other's gaze, cheeks red from the interaction. There was nothing wrong with it, but what does this make you? Has this charade become real? Or is he just playing the part…a little too well. You aren’t sure, but your thoughts are cut short by Oikawa whispering, “Let’s go home, hm? It’s cold.” 

You let out a small laugh at the comment, “Yeah, it is.”

Instinctively, he intertwines his hand with yours. You walk home in silence, but you don’t mind. It is warm, comfortable silence. But for Oikawa, it is deafeningly loud. Now he has really messed up. Did you not like it? Did you give in just for the act? What is he going to do now? How can he break it off after such an incredible moment? Your hand fits perfectly with his. It is warm, comforting. How is he supposed to let it go? Iwaizumi was right, someone is going to get hurt…

~~~~

It has been a week since your incredible Valentines Day date. You aren’t sure what you expected to happen afterwards but definitely not this. Oikawa is ignoring you. He cancels picking you up and taking you home several times and doesn’t text you good morning or good night. He isn’t talking to you as much and when he does it is dry and surface level. There is no teasing or joking or nice comments. You try to brush it off. Maybe he is having a bad week. 

You are walking alone to the gym for practice. As you go to step through the door, you catch sight of Oikawa. He is surrounded by fangirls, as usual, but this time around he doesn’t push them away. He doesn’t tell them that he is dating someone or that he appreciates their confessions but can’t accept them. In fact, he is indulging them. He is smiling, laughing, and letting them hang all over him. You feel a knot in your stomach. All of the butterflies from before have died. You feel tears well up in your eyes. You turn on your heel and run away. That’s right; this is all an act. What right do you have to feel this way? It is supposed to end eventually. Why wait? But why did he do so much for you? The flowers, the dinner…the kiss. Why? Why! Why did you say yes? Why did you let yourself fall for him? Tears are streaming down your face, the cold air stinging as you walk towards the school gate. Before you can exit the school, you hear a voice calling after you.

“Y/N! Y/N!” You stop at the sound of Oikawa’s voice. “I saw you run off. Are you okay?” He places a hand on your shoulder. 

You shrug it off, “I’m fine.” You wipe your eyes, your back facing him so he won’t see your tear stained face. 

“Did I make you mad?” He turns you around and his eyes widen at the sight of your tears. “Why are you crying? What’s wrong?” Concern lines his voice. He gently holds your face and wipes away the tears. 

You want to give in to his touch, but you pull away from his grasp, eyes glued to the ground, “I said I’m fine.”

“No you’re not.” His tone is serious yet soft. “Just tell me, please.” He tilts your chin so you look at him, but you still avoid his gaze.

“I just-I-“ You don’t know what to say. You don’t have any right to feel this way. “I think we should stop this.” Your voice is barely a whisper.

“What? Stop what?” Oikawa searches your eyes for answers.

“This stupid charade!” Your voice is now a loud cry, tears spilling back down your face. “Look, I’m glad you got your freedom from fangirls but I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep falling for you every time you compliment me. I can’t keep thinking you are mine only to remember you aren’t. I can’t keep giving you my heart.” 

Oikawa’s eyes are wide. He doesn’t believe his ears. Immediately, he crashes his lips against yours. This time it isn’t soft and hesitant. It is passionate. Oikawa pours out every ounce of affection for you. It sends sparks through your body. You are filled with his warmth. You break apart for air, both of you breathless. Oikawa gently cups your face, “Y/N, you are not some random girl that I picked to be a part of a scheme. You are the girl who has captivated me since I first laid eyes on you. You are the girl who I sat behind so I could be closer to you. You are the girl that I was elated to find out I had a group project with. You are the girl that I delayed our project for, so that I could get to know you. You are the girl who I convinced to be our team manager so that I could spend more time with you. You are the girl that I asked to be my fake girlfriend because I am a coward and couldn’t ask you for real. You are my beautiful girl.” Tears spill down your face once more at his sincere words. “I wanted to ask you out, but I chickened out and asked you to be my fake girlfriend instead. So, I tried to make it up. Tried to cherish my time with you, but after Valentine's Day I was terrified that you would want to end it. That come the end of the month, this blissful time, this dream would be over. So like the coward I am, I ran. I shut myself off. I thought that you would be better off if I just went away, faded back into the shadows from before I met you. Clearly, I was an idiot. Which happens a lot.” You both let out a watery laugh as tears line your faces. “But even though I am an idiot, a coward, an arrogant jerk, please don’t let this dream end. I will do better. I will be better for you. I will take every moment to make you the happiest woman alive. I will give you everything you deserve and more. So please,  please, don’t let my dream end.” 

This time you lean in and kiss him. A short kiss, but just as passionate as before. “This isn’t a joke. This isn’t part of some act?”

“I swear on my life that I am being 100% honest with you. ‘Doubt thou stars fire, doubt the sun doth move; doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.” 

Your cheeks flush at his quote. You lightly hit him on the chest, “You are such a nerd.”

“Maybe, but I am your nerd.” You smile at him and he kisses you once more. “Thank you for making my dream a reality, my beautiful girl.”

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*michinoku park is a park in Miyagi. I highly recommend looking it up to get a full picture of how beautiful it is.

THANK YOU FOR READING!

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All the Tropes

Kuroo x fem!reader

Fluff

Warnings: Creepy stalker guy 🤢

Synopsis: Literally just me stuffing a bunch of tropes into one story

masterlist

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You are clumsy and spacey: two things that do not compliment each other. You often trip over yourself or stand in the way without realizing it. Your friends are constantly putting up with your clumsiness and are pretty much used to it at this point. Except for one…

You are standing in the gym, watching the boys volleyball practice. You enjoy sitting in on their practice because it means you get to watch your friends in action. You are so caught up in their practice that you don’t see a ball flying at your face until it’s too late. You are knocked back by the force and fall to the floor confused. The team rushes over to you to see if your okay. Kuroo, however, seems a bit more concerned than the rest of the team. He rushes over faster than anyone, “Oh my gosh are you okay? Here let me see your nose. Are you bleeding?” He gently grabs your face, examining it. 

“What happened?” You ask.

“Have you lost memory? We need to take you to the nurse. That’s a sign of a concussion.” He starts to help you up. “I’m fine, really. I just spaced out.” You try to calm him down, but he does this when you get hurt. 

“Kuroo missed a receive and sent it flying into your face.” Lev informs you. 

Kuroo throws him a glare, “You can’t talk. You’ve missed as many receives in one practice as I have in a month.” 

Lev shrinks back at the comment. Kenma speaks up, “Jeez Kuroo, calm down. She’s fine.” 

“You don’t know that. She could have a concussion. The ball was moving pretty fast.” He continues to examen your face. He leans in a bit closer than intended and ends up 2 inches from your face. He quickly realizes how close he is and pulls back immediately. Both of you look away to hide the red on your cheeks. Kuroo clears his throat, “I thinks she’s fine. Do you feel fine?”

“Yep! I’m all good.” You respond, avoiding eye contact. 

The rest of the team stares on in annoyance. Kuroo turns to them, “What are you looking at? Get back to practice!” They all groan and murmur a couple ‘it’s your fault we’re over here’ and what not. Before returning to the court, Kuroo turns back to you, a little more serious, “Seriously though. You are fine?” 

“Yes, I’m good.” You assure him. 

He runs off to finish practice while you keep a clear eye out for any more stray balls. 

Once practice is done, you go with the team to grab some ice cream. You guys laugh about how Kuroo hit you in the face and come at Lev because, well, he’s Lev. Once you all are done, you disperse to your separate ways. You and Kuroo stay behind a little longer, as usual. 

“Sorry, about hitting you in the face,” He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. 

“It’s fine. I shouldn’t have been so spacey.” You joke. You both stare at each other, enjoying each others presence. Kuroo’s eyes shine under the dim light emitting from the ice cream shop. You get lost in his beautiful gaze. He never fails to leave you speechless and completely entranced. He stares just as intently into your eyes, the hue twinkling with beauty. A light breeze blows some stray hairs in front of your face. Without thinking about it, he gently tucks the hair behind your ear. Instinctively, you lean into his touch. However, it doesn’t take you guys long to realize this interaction and you both pull away. You rub the back of your neck, breaking eye contact, “Well, I should get going.” You start to back up, without realizing there is something behind you. Before Kuroo can warn you, you trip and fall over. However, his quick reflexes come in clutch and he swiftly catches you. Your cheeks flush as he holds you in his arms. He pulls you back up and you are mere inches away from him, tucked into his chest. You look up at him to see a pink tint on his cheek, matching yours. You stand there for a moment, caught up in the warm feeling of each others touch. 

He starts to lean down to close the gap, when the store owner walks out, “Hey! Not in front of my store! Take it somewhere else!” 

You both jump apart for the third time today and simultaneously clear your throats. “Well, I should get going.” You say at the same time. Before things could get more awkward, you decide to take your leave, “Well, I’m gonna head out. It’s been, uh, fun” You give a small smile and wave and walk away. As you walk home, you are lost in thought of what just happened. Your cheeks are still flushed from the interaction. Was he gonna kiss you? Is that why he leaned down? Or maybe he was going to…what else would he do? Your head is spinning. You’ve liked Kuroo since as long as you can remember. You’ve known him your whole life, maybe even longer than Kenma. You want to say he likes you back, but you can’t be sure. He can be naturally flirty. Plus, why would he like you? What’s so special about you? With you so caught up in your thoughts, you don’t even notice someone behind you. It isn’t until you are pushed into a nearby wall, that you realize someone was following you. Curse your stupid thoughts. Why did you have to space out now? A man in a dark hoodie stands in front of you, way to close for comfort. His hand sits against the wall, on one side of you, while his leg blocks you on the other side. 

“What do we have here? What is a pretty girl like you doing all alone?” His face is so close to yours that you can feel his hot breath against your cheek. You want to scream or run away but you are frozen with fear. Was this it? Is this how you die? You go to get your phone from your pocket, only to realize it isn’t there. You must have dropped it when you tripped earlier. Shoot, this isn’t good. The man notices you reaching for your pocket and snatches your wrist, 

“Tsk, tsk. What do you think you’re doing. You’re mine now.” He starts to lean in. You shut your eyes and shrink into yourself, hoping to escape his grasp. You hear a loud noise and scream as you feel hands on your waist. 

“Shhh, it’s me.” You hear a familiar voice. Your eyes shoot open to see Kuroo holding you. Instinctively, you cling to him for safety. You hear shuffling and look over to see the man on the ground, having been shoved by Kuroo. 

“Just who do you think you are, huh?” The man pulls himself up from the ground, “She’s mine.” He goes to grab you, but Kuroo yanks you away.

“Touch her and I swear I will kill you.” You have never heard him so serious before. With his deep voice, if you didn’t know him, you’d be terrified. The man, clearly an idiot, attempts to swing at Kuroo. He swiftly dodges and punches the man square in the face. “Go back to the gutter you came from, scum.” Kuroo looms over the man, as he feebly crawls away in fear. As soon as the man is out of sight, Kuroo turns back to you, his demeanor doing a complete 180. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” He gently cups your face, looking for any signs of injury. His voice is soft and quiet, as if the tiniest sound might break you. As soon as you hear his voice, you break down into tears. Kuroo holds you close against his chest and gently rubs your head. “Shh, it’s okay. He’s gone. I’m here now. You’re safe.” You loudly sob against him, you tears wetting his shirt. He carefully picks you up and carries you, “Let’s go home, yeah?” You give a light nod, tears still streaming down your face. 

Once you make it to your apartment, your loud sobs died down into light whimpers. Kuroo has a key to your apartment, so he lets himself in. He turns on the light while slipping off his shoes and takes you over to the couch. He gently sets you down but you don’t let go of him. He sits there with you, your body still lightly shaking from fear. He starts to get up but you grab his arm, “Please don’t leave me.” 

He gives you a warm smile, “Of course not. I’m just going to grab some water. You’re going to get dehydrated from all that crying.” 

You give him a nod as he walks off to your kitchen. He grabs a glass of water and a small snack and comes back to sit next to you on the couch. You take the glass of water, not realizing how thirsty you are. He rubs soothing circles on your back, while you lean on his shoulder. Once you’ve regained composure, you realize something, “Why were you there?” 

“You dropped your phone and I ran after you to give it back. Then I saw what was going on and yeah.” He hands you your phone, shyly looking away. 

“Thank you.” He looks back at your tear stained face and can’t help but get angry at seeing you so upset. He hates seeing you cry. He should have offered to walk you home or something. Maybe then this wouldn’t have happened. As he reaches to brush away the stray hair in your face, you notice the blood on his knuckles. You grab his hand to examen it, “Tetsu, your hand.” 

He smiles at the nickname, “Oh it’s fine.”

“No. Come on, we need to get you cleaned up.” Before he can protest, you drag him over to the bathroom to clean his hand up. You gently wash the scrapes and wrap them in gauze. “Is that good? Too tight?”

He flexes his hand, “Perfect, thanks. Now you should take care of yourself.”

You give a small nod, “Hey, I know it might be weird but could you stay over for the night? I don’t want to be alone.” 

He flashes a soft smile, “Of course.” 

Your face lightens at his words. You proceed to take a shower and get ready for bed. While you set up some bedding for him in your room, he takes a shower. He is in the next room and you already feel lonely and scared. You aren’t sure if you’re going to be able to sleep tonight. You walk out of the room to fetch some pillows and without even realizing it, you run right into a shirtless Kuroo. You process that your face is pressed against his bare, toned chest and you immediately pull away, cheeks red hot from embarrassment. “Sorry! I didn’t see you there.” 

He lets out a small laugh, “It’s okay. Just get ready for bed, yeah?” 

You nod and continue your search for pillows. By habit, you wear an oversized t-shirt he gave you once as a night gown. He walks in the room and cocks an eyebrow at you, “isn’t that my shirt?”

You look down realizing what you’ve done. Your cheeks flush red with embarrassment…again, “Sorry, I just, I use this a lot as a nightgown. I can change. I didn’t think about it.”

“No it’s fine. It looks good.” The last sentence is almost unintelligible but you manage to hear it and stuff a pillow in your face to hide the blush spreading across your face. 

Once you’ve set up his bed, you both settle in to sleep. He turns out the lights and you are instantly frozen. It’s fine. He is right here. You are at home, safe. But as soon as you close your eyes, all you can see is that man. His nasty smile, foul stench. You snap open your eyes, breathing heavy. You can’t do it. You can’t fall asleep. You sit up and peer over the end of the bed to see a shirtless Kuroo lying down on the floor. You get a thought…no you can’t ask him that. It would be too weird. You try to lay back down and close your eyes, but the same images flash across your mind again. You open your eyes. You have no choice. “Hey Tetsu?” Your voice is quiet as a mouse. He doesn’t respond. Maybe he’s asleep? You try again, a little bit louder, “Hey, Tetsu?”

He sits up, “Yeah?” 

Your heart immediately calms down at the sight of him. “Uh, could you maybe, uh, sleep in the bed with me. If it’s too weird that’s fine. I get it if you say no. It’s just I can’t close my eyes without seeing that man and I’m scared and—“ Your rambling is cut short by Kuroo’s voice.

“Yeah sure.” 

Your eyes widen at his quick response, “Really? Are you sure?” 

“Yeah. As long as you’re okay with it.” He goes to find a shirt to put on. 

But (and you aren’t sure why) you stop him. “It’s okay. You don’t have too.” 

He looks at you for confirmation, making sure you are okay with what you just said. You give a nod and he slides under the covers with you. Your small bed causes you two to be pressed up against each other. His warmth immediately engulfs you and you feel your eyelids grow heavy. Before you realize it, you fall asleep. 

Later that night, you wake up from a bad dream. You feel a weight across your chest and open your eyes to realize it’s Kuroo’s arm. In your sleep, you had shifted and now your back is pressed up against his warm chest, his arm slung over your figure. Normally, you might find this awkward but he is so comforting. You can’t help leaning into his touch. You easily fall back asleep in his arms. 

Kuroo is the first to wake up in the morning. He realizes the position he ended up in and blood rushes to his cheeks. But he doesn’t dare pull away, because you look so peaceful, curled up in his arms. Without thinking, he presses a gentle kiss on your forehead. You shift in his hold and he fears he woke you up, but your eyes stay shut. He gently gets out of bed and makes his way to your kitchen. When you wake up, you are surprised by the lack of warmth. You open your eyes to see Kuroo is gone. You hear a clattering in your kitchen and get up to investigate. You rub your eyes as they adjust to the daylight. You walk into the kitchen to see Kuroo making breakfast. 

“You didn’t have to do that.” You say, a slight rasp from your morning voice. 

“Well, I got hungry so, I thought why not make food for the both of us.” His eyes trace your figure. Who knew someone could look so beautiful in an oversized t-shirt? 

You walk behind him to make two cups of coffee. As you both move around the kitchen, it feels natural. You fall into a flow that feels like you’ve been doing it for years. Once breakfast is done, you guys sit down on your couch to eat. Kuroo must have grabbed the mail, because he has the latest newspaper. You didn’t even realize you still got those. He sits with his coffee in one hand and the newspaper in the other, peering over his glasses. You smile at him. He looks like a regular old dad. And he is sitting next to you…in your home…on your couch. And you are sitting next to him….in his shirt…eating his food. You almost gasp at the thought. What is this? What is going on and why is he so comfortable? You are burning up on the inside. You are sharing a typical, domestic morning with your childhood best friend and long time crush. This is so not normal. Your thoughts are cut short by Kuroo, “How are you feeling this morning?” He asks, eyes never leaving the paper. 

“Uh, a lot better, thanks.” You stumble over your words, “how about you?”

He thinks for a moment, “Happy.” What does that mean? Happy about what? Your thoughts are racing through your head at a million miles per hour. But once again, he cuts them short. “This is nice.”

“Huh?” You look up at him confused. 

He sets the newspaper down and looks you in the eyes, “Sharing the morning with you.” 

You gulp, heat rushing to your cheeks once again. You are left speechless. He leans closer to you, your face inches from his, but this time neither of you pull away. He looks into your eyes for approval. You give him a nod and he immediately closes the gap. Sparks flow through your veins at the contact. He puts his hand on your back to pull you closer. Your hands find their way to his spiky hair, intertwining with the dark locks. The kiss is filled with so much passion, but is so gentle. Your head is spinning. Unfortunately, you have to break apart for air. He rests his forehead on yours, “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.”

You let out a small laugh, “Oh I think I do.” You go to close the gap again but this time it isn’t so gentle. You fervently kiss him, basking in every second. His sweet scent fills your lungs. His hand rests on the back of your head, deepening the kiss. You can’t believe it. You are kissing Kuroo Tetsurou, the love of your life. You could live in this moment forever. 

When you finally break apart, he tilts up your chin to look him in the eyes. “Hey Y/N,” His voice is sultry smooth and filled with such adoration.

“Yeah.” Your breath hitches, waiting on his every word.

“I love you.” 

You heart bursts at the statement. You have waited so long to hear those words. You never thought the day would actually come. You can’t help the silly grin that stretches across your face, “I love you too.” 

[maddieg0531]

Cloud 9

Oikawa x fem!reader

Fluff

Synopsis: Oikawa has a special surprise for your 2nd year anniversary

masterlist

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People always said that when you fall in love the world stops spinning. People say time stands still and it’s just you and your partner. I always thought that was a bunch of bull, that is until I met Oikawa Tooru. Every moment with him was like a dream. I always felt like I was floating on a cloud when we held each other close. But today felt different. Today felt like my cloud had ascended into space. I’ve never felt lighter. 

Today was our 2 year anniversary and Tooru of course went above and beyond. He had made me wear a blindfold, then shoved me in the car and started off to who knows where. I wasn’t allowed to take the blindfold off until he told me so. We got to our destination and he got out of the car but left me blindfolded in the passenger seat. I heard him open the trunk and mess with some stuff. Finally he opened my door and led me around to the back of the car. He took my blindfold off and I was shocked. The trunk was filled with pillows and blankets, the roof lined with twinkle lights and a picnic basket sat in the middle of it all. If that wasn’t amazing enough, I turned around to be met with a beautiful view of the city skyline. We were somewhere right outside of the city on a cliff overlooking the city lights. But the most beautiful thing was the man behind it all. His eyes were soft, showing a side of him reserved for me alone. 

“Happy anniversary” he said as he rested his arms on my waist. 

“Tooru, this is amazing. I don’t know what to say.” I tell him as I rest my head on his chest, “I feel bad for not getting you something equally amazing.” 

“You’ve given me the best gift of all—your heart.” His adoring eyes bore into mine. 

He leaned down to rest his forehead on mine. I closed the gap between us, my lips resting on his. We shared a short gentle kiss, but it was filled with more love than anything else. He pulled back to look into my eyes.

“There’s more.” He said with a smirk. 

I rolled my eyes, how much more could there be? He went back to the front of the car and turned on the radio. Dean Martin’s “Everybody loves somebody” started playing through the speakers. He came back over and grabbed me by the waist and we started dancing along to the music. Oikawa sang along while twirling me around. As we swayed back and forth he looked me in the eyes as he sang “If I had it in my power, I'd arrange for every girl to have your charms. Then every minute, every hour, every boy would find what I found in your arms” I couldn’t help smiling wider than I thought possible. His love for me shone brighter than the sun and he was going to make sure I saw it. He continued to sing while spinning me around. When the verse came back around, he dipped me down and held me there as he sang to me. I laughed at his silliness, but I didn’t ever want him to stop. He pulled me back up and we began swaying along once more. In this moment I believe the world truly did stop. In this moment it was just him and I. Nothing else mattered, just us two in this moment. As the song slowed to an end he leaned in for a kiss. I closed my eyes and leaned in to close the gap. When I was met with nothing, I opened my eyes, confused as to why he stopped. I looked down to see him on the ground, on one knee, holding a small box. I stepped back shocked and threw my hands up to stifle the gasp that escaped my mouth. He looked up at me with all the love in the world. 

“My love, these last years have felt like an absolute dream. I was worried one day I’d wake up from it but I never did and thank god for that.” He let out a small chuckle while I let out a not so small sob, “Whenever I was down you picked me up. You laughed with me and cried with me. We’ve had some bumps along the way, most my fault, but we’ve made it through nonetheless. You are the most amazing girlfriend anyone could ask for and I do not deserve you. Why you picked such a messed up, arrogant man as me, I don’t know but boy am I glad you did. Just to have you in my life is more than I could ask for, but I’m gonna ask for a little more. So would you do me the honor of staying along side me for the rest of our lives? To cry and laugh with me a little more. To put up with me for a little longer. To be my wife and grow old with me. Would you do the honor of marrying me?” Without hesitation I jumped into his arms, screaming an enthusiastic ‘yes.’ He practically fell over at my force. He wrapped his arms around me tightly. I buried my face into the crook of his neck, as I tried to contain my sobs. He pulled back to kiss me, this time he wasn’t so gentle, but neither of us cared. We sat there in each other’s embrace as our tears mixed. He eventually broke the kiss and looked into my tear filled eyes, “You want the ring?” He said with a small laugh

I rolled my eyes at his dumb questions, “Of course you dork.” 

“I mean I can just return it if you don’t.” I lightly hit his chest as I felt his laugh vibrate against me. He opened the small velvet box to reveal a beautiful white gold ring. The band formed a vine like shape with small leaves, each one encrusted with a small diamond. The vines wrapped around one big princess cut diamond. I gasped at the ring, completely captured by its beauty. He gently grabbed my hand and slipped it on my finger. I marveled at the ring, entirely captivated by the thought of being married to the love of my life. It really was a dream. I looked back up at Tooru to see him staring at me, eyes filled with absolute adoration. I matched his gaze and in that moment, everything anyone had ever said about love could never have been more true. The world stopped spinning, everything else disappeared, it was just Oikawa and I floating above everything on a cloud. Staring into one another’s eyes. Nothing mattered except holding each other in that moment. 

[maddieg0531]

Facade pt.3

Oikawa x fem!reader

Fluff

A/N: This chapter is a bit cut up because the beginning is too short to be its own chapter but it doesn't go with the second part well. Also have no idea how long this is gonna be. Imma try not to drag it out.

pt.2 masterlist pt.4

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The next few days go pretty much the same, minus the attempted attack. Today you guys are sitting outside for lunch. You have been sitting with him and the volleyball team, but that also meant you were in range of the fangirls and today you really can’t handle that. So you ask Oikawa if y’all can eat outside and he agrees. Now here you sit, bundling up in your large winter coat to shield yourself from the cold. However, you much prefer this to being bombarded by girls every five seconds. You and Oikawa sit across from each other in silence while you eat. It’s kind of awkward and you would like to say something but you don’t know what.

However, he decided to break the silence first, “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Uh, nothing. Why?” You respond, mouth half full of sandwich. 

“Great! We’re gonna go on a date.” 

“A what?!” You sputter, almost choking on your food. 

“A date.”

“Yeah I heard you. But why?”

He pouts at your question, “Because we’re dating, remember?”

“Yeah for looks. That doesn’t mean we have to go on dates.” 

“Of course it does. What would someone say if they found out we never went on a date?” 

“No one’s gonna find out unless you tell them.” You cough from the small pieces of food that fell down your windpipe. 

“So you want to lie?”

“What do you think we’ve been doing?!” Does he seriously not consider this whole thing a lie already?

“I mean even more than we already are. Isn’t it enough that we lie about each other. Do you want to keep adding on to that?”

You sigh, “Well…no but-“

“Great! Then we’ll go on a date tomorrow. Coffee at 10, yeah? I’ll pick you up.” He doesn’t even give you a chance to respond before he gets up and leaves. 

“Seriously?! Get back here right now!” You quickly throw away your trash and chase after him. He starts to jog away and it is very embarrassing that you have to run to keep up with his jog. Curse his long legs. You start to gain on him when suddenly he stops. You run right into his back, knocking you both over. You look up to see why he stopped only to be met with your vice-principals eyes. You aren’t quite sure what to do, so you awkwardly laugh and give a small wave. Because that was clearly the best thing to do in this situation. 

She pinches the bridge of her nose, “I’m not even going to ask what is going on here, just don’t run and go to class.” With that, she walks away, mumbling something about dealing with stupid kids to herself. 

Amid the presence of your VP you forgot that you are literally lying on top of Oikawa. However, being the one pinned to the ground, he realizes first and starts to get up. You go to scramble off of him but instead he grabs your legs and stands up, leaving you in a piggy back position. 

“What are you doing?! Put me down!” You squirm in his grip, but he is much stronger than your weak attempt. 

“She said go to class.” He smirks, “So we’re going to class.” 

“Put me down. I didn’t ask for this.” You hit his shoulder. 

He whines, “Stop squirming. You’re gonna make me fall over.” 

“Then put me down.” You start pulling his hair, like a child throwing a tantrum. 

“Ow, stop. You’re so mean. I’m just trying to help.” 

You keep pulling and squirming but he won’t budge. Eventually your arms get tired…and he’s right, you do need to get to class. You give up and let him carry you. Of course, everyone stares at you, because why wouldn’t they? He finally puts you down when you reach your history class. 

“You’re gonna pay for that.” With that you storm off to class. 

“Aw come on, don’t be like that.” He follows in after you. 

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As promised, the next day, Oikawa knocks on your door at 10 on the dot. You open the door and are taken aback by his outfit. He’s wearing a simple sweatshirt and pants with a large jacket on top, but that’s not what surprises you. He’s wearing glasses. You didn’t know he wears glasses. You don’t realize your staring until Oikawa asks, “What? Is something wrong with my outfit.” He looks over himself, turning in a whole circle trying to look behind him. 

You stifle a laugh at his antics, “No no. I just didn’t know you wear glasses.”

He stops mid-circle, half turned around, “Oh, yeah. I don’t wear them often.”

“They look good.” 

“Oh, uh thanks.” He turns to leave in hopes to hide the red on his cheeks, “Let’s get going, shall we?”

As you guys walk, Oikawa steals glances every now and then. Your hair is put up in a messy bun and you have minimal makeup on. You are wearing a black and white striped turtleneck with oversized jeans. You pull your black cardigan tight amid the cold winter air. As y’all walk into the local cafe, Oikawa—being the gentleman he is—holds open the door for you, giving a small, comedic bow. 

“You go sit down, I’ll order the coffee.” He walks up to the counter while you grab a window seat. You are on a date…with Oikawa Tooru. What in the world? But it’s all for show, so it’s not really a date. He would never actually go on a date with you…not that you care. Your thought process is broken when Oikawa comes back over with coffee, “An iced white mocha with Caramel and cream.”

“How did you know?” 

“I remembered from when we did our history project.” 

He remembers. Why does he remember something so inconsequential? You almost feel bad for not remembering his order. A soft, unknown feeling blooms in your chest, causing a slight heat to rise to your cheeks. 

“Thanks.” You murmur, while sliding over the coffee. 

For a moment you and Oikawa fall into a comfortable silence, but that moment doesn’t last long. You quickly tumble into awkward silence. You stare off into the window, wondering why Oikawa, the talkative jock, might be silent. 

Oikawa, however, does not find the silence uncomfortable. You may be looking out the window, but his eyes are trained on you. Your skin glistens in the winter light, small pieces of hair falling in your face. Your brown eyes match the warmth of his coffee. As you stare off in deep thought, your lips sit partly open, their hue resembling a cherry blossom. He enjoys your presence even if you don’t always enjoy his. You turn away from the window to look back at him and his eyes dart away, as if he was never looking at you. 

“So, uh, how are you?” You attempt to break the silence. 

“Really? Couldn’t think of a better question?” Oikawa teases. 

“Fine, what’s your brilliant question then?” You huff, taking another sip of your coffee.

“What is your favorite flower?” He leans forward to prop his elbow on the table, his chin resting in his hand.

“Wow, because that is anymore original.” Oikawa pulls back a bit at your joke. You didn’t intend to hurt him with it. “I’m kidding. Uh, I don’t know. I like a lot of flowers.”

“Top five?” 

You sigh, trying to remember the name of any flower ever, “Well, cherry blossoms are really pretty. Wisteria, babies breath, I really like lotus.”

“Wow, fancy flowers.” His playful tone matches that of a child.

“Well, those are just some I think are pretty by themselves. I like almost any flower when arranged well with others.” 

“So you’re a flower girl, huh?”

“I wouldn’t put it that way, but yeah. I like plants. I always have a bouquet of flowers somewhere in my house. It makes the place feel a little lighter.” You try to think of the flowers around your house to maybe find one you particularly like. You straighten up remembering your other plants. “Oh, I also love succulents.”

Oikawa lets out a small laugh. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. It’s just you got really happy about succulents.” You shrink back down, embarrassed that you got so excited over such a small thing. “No no, it’s not a bad thing. It’s kinda cute.”

You feel your cheeks flush at his comment. Why is he always so flirty? “My turn to ask a question. Who’s your favorite artist?”

“Oh that ones easy. Hiroshi Yoshida.” His face lights up at the name.

“Who?”

“What do you mean who? Obviously he is the best painter ever. Duh.” 

“Uh, when I said artist I meant like a music artist.” You rub the back of your neck awkwardly, not realizing that artist meant something different to him.

He copies your earlier movement and shrinks out of embarrassment, “Oh, right.”

You feel bad for pointing out the mistake. You thought what you were asking was pretty clear, but guess not. “I mean it doesn’t have to be. You can talk about your painter guy.”

“No no, I won’t bore you with that.” He tries to brush it off.

“Who says you would bore me? Come on. I wanna know more about it.”

“Really?” His eyes light up and you almost laugh at the child-like joy that he gets. 

“Yeah, really.”

“Well, if you insist. Hiroshi Yoshida is an artist from the late 1800s to the mid 1900s. I found out about him one day during a history class. His art is amazing! My favorite work of his is Hirosaki Castle. His style is so beautiful. Honestly much better than any of those western artists. Like why is the Mona Lisa so popular when you have Yoshida’s artwork?”

You laugh at his comment. Who knew he’s so passionate about art? “It’s actually really cool, because his whole family was like a bunch of artists. I don’t like some of the others as much, but his son, Tōshi Yoshida, has some cool paintings too.” 

“Wow, who knew you were such an art enthusiast?” 

A light blush falls on his cheeks, “Well, I don’t really talk about it much.” 

“Why not?” 

“Ah well, not really an athlete thing to do, ya know?” 

You scrunch your nose in confusion, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, I don’t know. Everyone expects me to be this tough athlete man, who spends all his time playing volleyball. And while I do spend my time playing volleyball, I have other interests that I don’t talk about much. Paintings aren’t really ‘manly’.”

“Well, I don’t think everyone else should get to dictate what you do or don’t talk about.” 

“Yeah, I know. It’s just peer pressure, ya know?”

You lay your hand on his, trying to be sympathetic. As soon as your skin touches his, a warmth runs through you. Like you just got into a nice hot bath. Both of your cheeks are flushed and you quickly pull away, forgetting that you were supposed to be on a date. Oikawa clears his throat, “Wow, Y/N. Trying to hold my hand? How forward of you.” He teases.

“Oh shut up.” 

The rest of the date is nice. You both exchange laughs and ask silly questions. But you also dive a little deeper, touching on how peer pressure can really affect people. After an hour or two, you head back home. You reach your doorstep and turn to say goodbye, “Well, uh. This was fun, I guess.” You cringe at how that came out.

Oikawa cocks an eyebrow, “You guess?” 

“I mean yeah. It was fun.”

He smirks in satisfaction, “Of course it was. Because you were with me.”

You roll your eyes, “You know I can take it back.”

“Mmmm, no you can’t.”

“Whatever.” You both stand there, staring at each other. You aren’t quite sure what to do. Do you go inside? Do you wait for him to leave? You’ve never been on a date before. What do you do? You shiver from the cold wind that blows by. 

“You should go inside.” Oikawa says. 

“Uh yeah. See you later, I guess.”

“Yeah.” He watches you go inside. Turning to go back to his home, he can’t help the smile that forms on his face. It was fun…he guesses.

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Facade pt. 2

Oikawa x fem!reader

Fluff, scary fangirls

pt.1 masterlist pt.3

You wake up the next morning to a good morning text from Oikawa, saying he’ll be there in 10 minutes to pick you up for school. You jump out of bed and start rushing around to get ready. A little heads up would have been nice. As you are forcing on your shoes, there is a knock at the door. You hop over, one shoe hanging off your foot, and open the door. 

“Good morni-“ He stops, seeing your annoyed expression, “Uh, bad sleep?”

“A little heads up would’ve been nice. You can’t just say that you’re picking me up in ten minutes after I just woke up.” You scowl.

“How was I supposed to know when you woke up?” 

“Uh, I don’t know, ask!” You finally get on your shoes and grab your bag, “Let’s go.” You push past him, as he jogs to catch up to your fast pace. 

“Now that’s not a good way to treat your boyfriend.” He says teasingly. Why did you ever agree to this?

“You are about to be my ex-boyfriend if you don’t lay off.” You stare daggers at him.

“Fine, fine. Note to self: Y/N is not a morning person.” 

The rest of the walk is spent in silence. You stop outside the school gates, staring forward. Oikawa looks at you, “Are you okay?”

“Just mentally preparing before I go into character.” You stare at the ground for a solid 30 seconds, “Okay I’m ready.”

As soon as you say that, Oikawa slings his arm over your shoulder. You go to push it off, but you stop yourself. That’s right, you are ‘dating’ now. You have to do these things. Does that mean he’ll hold your hand? Are you gonna have to kiss him?! You shake your head of the thought. You’ll burn that bridge if you get there. As y’all walk through the crowded courtyard into the school, people are staring at you. Some in confusion, some in anger (all girls fyi). You’ve never had this much attention before. How does he do this everyday? Some girl runs up to Oikawa, blocking y’alls path. 

“Hi! My name is Yui and you know with valentines day coming up and all, I was wondering if you wanted to go with me to this valentines day dance?” She holds out a small invitation while staring at the ground. 

Oikawa gently pushes the invitation back to her, “Sorry to disappoint but I have a girlfriend now.” He squeezes you shoulder tighter, while you flash a half smile.

“What?!” She screams loud enough for several people to turn their attention towards you, “Since-since when??”

“Oh, just recently.” He flashes his signature, clearly fake, smile, “Anyway, we must be going. Have a nice day.” He waves as y’all walk away, “See what I told you. Overwhelming.”

“That was one girl. Don’t you usually encounter three by now?” You say sarcastically.

“Just wait until we get to my locker.”

You reach his locker and he was not wrong about ‘overwhelming’. There’s three girls all trying to confess their love. Once he shoo’s them away, with several murder glances at you, he opens his locker. A pile of letters and chocolate fall to the floor. Valentine's day is two weeks away and he’s already got people all over him. No wonder he wanted to have a pretend girlfriend. You would do the same if you had this many people swarming you. Before he can even begin to clean up the pile of love letters, another girl runs up to him with tears in her eyes, “Is it true? Do you really have a girlfriend?”

“Uh, yeah. She’s right here.” And once again he proudly swings his arm over your shoulder. However, you did not appreciate the recognition. The girl turns to you and you swear she was about to murder you. She turns back to Oikawa and her face softens back to a crying little girl

“How could you?!” She hits his chest with the weakest hit you have ever seen. She turns back to you and she goes to lunge at you. You stumble back into a locker, while Oikawa steps in front of you, blocking the lunge.

“Okay, that’s enough. Back off.” He pushes her off of him, with much resistance from her. She runs away crying, as if her whole world just fell out from under her. 

“What the heck Oikawa? You didn’t tell me I’d be attacked!” You say, shaking off the shock.

“I didn’t know that would happen. No one has ever done that before.” He defends. You know he is right, but no one has ever done it because he’s never had a girlfriend before. 

“If I go to the hospital, you’re paying for it.” You march off to your own locker, leaving him to clean up the mess of paper on the floor. You had no idea it would be this bad. Was it seriously the end of the world if he has a girlfriend? None of these people knew him, yet act like he is supposed to revolve around them. Word spread fast throughout the school about you. Some people gave you dirty looks. A few guys congratulate you for being able to hook Oikawa. All the attention is on you and you hate it. At lunch you had to sit with Oikawa. Apparently Iwaizumi had no idea about this little plan because he was in just as much shock about it as everyone else. 

“You guys are…dating?” He questions.

“Yup! You heard it right.” Oikawa pipes up happily. How is he so natural about this?

Iwaizumi turns to look at you, “Why did you pick him?”

“Hey! Iwa-chan! You’re so mean.” Oikawa pouts. You flinch under his gaze. You have no idea why you said yes. You felt bad for him, maybe? But you can’t say that. Oikawa cuts off your train of thought, “Maybe she genuinely likes me.”

“Ha, yeah right.” Iwaizumi laughs. Apparently that was enough to distract him from the question, because he starts bickering with Oikawa. More like Oikawa pouts as Iwaizumi throws insults at him. After lunch, you have history class. This time, instead of sitting behind you, Oikawa sits next to you, which turns out to be even more distracting than usual. Instead of throwing paper at the back of your head, he keeps writing on your paper and whispering random things. The teacher looks over at you several times, warning you to stop. Finally, the school day ends and everyone goes home. You think that maybe you will be out of the spotlight, but you were sorely mistaken. You walk into volleyball practice and the gym goes silent. Oikawa breaks the silence by waving you over. You shuffle over to him, wanting to die in a hole. As soon as you walk over, the boys start laughing. Both you and Oikawa stare in confusion. Several of them pat you on the back saying how sorry they are for you. Mattsukawa asks if he forced you to date him; it takes a lot of willpower to not look suspicious at the question. They move from apologizing to you, to teasing Oikawa. You take that moment to slip out of the group and go to set your stuff out of the way. Coach Nobutera comes up to you, “So you snagged Oikawa?” You let out an awkward laugh, not sure how to respond. “Little word of advice: be careful.” 

You look at him confused, “What do you mean?”

“Oikawa’s a good kid, but he keeps himself locked up tight. Being in a relationship means unlocking that part of yourself. Be prepared that he may not like it. Heck, he may not even let you. But I can tell that you will be good for him. You’ll lighten those dark parts of his life. Take care of him, okay?”

“Uh yeah.”

“Plus you gotta be careful of all his fangirls. They can be brutal.” He lets out a hardy laugh. 

You think about what he said. He keeps himself locked up? What is that supposed to mean? You look over at Oikawa as he is being teased by his friends. He looks so happy and confident all the time, but coach is right, there is something deeper under the surface. Something he doesn’t let anyone see. A sort of sadness behind his eyes. But this is just a fake relationship: a facade. You won’t have those deep conversations, so it’s nothing to worry about, right? Your thoughts are cut short by coach yelling at them to start warming up. As Oikawa runs onto the court, he winks at you. You roll your eyes, trying to suppress the smile tugging at your lips. What have you gotten yourself into?