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skytooru · 10 months

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SUNDRESS SZN COLLABORATION

Timeksip!Oikawa x fem!reader

Summary: you‘re married to they pro volleyball player Tooru Oikawa, living in Buenos Aires. You‘re invited to a summer party this evening being hosted by you husband‘s old bestfriend Hajime Iwiazumi who is visiting his friend during summer break of the volleyball season. You took the opportunity to wear your new, pretty little sundress, leading to a beautiful evening full of dancing…

A/N: this is my entry for the Sundress SZN Collab by @saintshiba . Please check out their blog and the other entries!! Ignore grammar mistakes and my Spanish i haven’t spoken Spanish in like 3 years pls thanks and last but not least MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

It’s a nice, warm summer afternoon, as youre walking through the city by yourself, running some errands. The sun is shining bright but there’s a soft breeze cooling down the air a little bit. You’re walking over the market place, looking at all the fruits and vegetables being displayed in gehe little stalls. You walk over to one of them, approaching the elderly man standing behind his stall. It smells like citrus fruits and the freshly cut mango lying on a little cutting board for customers to try.

„Buen día!“, he greets you with a big smile on his face, „Cómo puedo ayudarte?“

„Hello! How can i help you?“

„Buen día, necesito unos naranjas y unos mangos“, you answer with he Spanish you’ve picked up over the years living in Argentina.

„Hello, i need some oranges and mangos.“

„Ah sí claro! Tengo uns oferta para ti, tres naranjas y dos mangos solo 300 pesos.“

„Yes of course! I have an offer for you,3 oranges and 2 mangos for only 300 pesos“

„ Vale, suena bien“, you agree with a smile on your face.

„ Alright, sounds good“

He puts the fruits into a paper bag while you pull out your purse to put 300 pesos on the table. The man hands you the bag and picks up the money, thanking you and wishing you a great day as you walk away, returning the wishes.

You continue your journey down the street, watching the people around you looking at all the goods, talking, laughing, just having a great time. Just as you decided its time to head home, an orange sundress catches your eye in the window of a small boutique. You enter the small shop, sighing on relief at the cool air inside. You’re happy that you’re finally able to catch a break from the heat outside.

You walk around the store, searching for he dress you just saw. As you’re walking around, a polite looking woman with long brown hair approaches you.

„ Estás buscando algo específico?“, she asks.

„Are you searching for something specific?“

„Sí, vi un vestido naranjo quando pasé pro la tienda“, you say, telling the woman what youre searching for. She smiles knowingly, telling you to wait right there and she walks over to a clothing rack with sundresses. You watch her searching for the right size and pulling out one of the orange dresses.

„Yes, i saw an orange dress as i walked past the store.“

She comes back to you, handing you the clothing item. You tell her you’re going to try it on and so you make your way over to where the changing rooms are, entering one of them. After putting down all your stuff. You take off the clothes your currently wearing and slip into the dress. It look stunning on you, the orange color complimenting your sunkissed skin, you turn around, getting a good look form all sides and you quite literally fell in love. The fabric feels so light and cool on your skin, its amazing.

You admire yourself in the mirror for a few more moments before taking it off and putting your own clothes back on. You make your way over to the checkout where you meet the same lady who helped you earlier.

„Todo bien?“

„Everything okay?“

„Sí, es un vestido muy bonito, me encanta el color y como se siente en el piel“, you answer, smilin at the woman.

„Yes, the dres is very pretty, i love the color and the way the fabric feels on the skin.“

She smiles back at you, agreeing with what you just said. You hand her the money after she told you the price and packed the dress into a small bag, giving it to you and wishing you a nice day. You wish her the same and exit the small boutique, finally making your way home.

You reach your shared apartment and unlock the door, walking inside and puttin down the groceries to take off your shoes. Toru comes walking out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair wet, water dripping down on his bare chest.

„ You got everything you needed?“ he asks, walking over to you to cup your face and plant a kiss on your forehead, a drop of water falling down on it.

You wipe your forehead with a smile on you face, „yes, its in the bags over there and i also found a really pretty sundress for later. It matches your orange button up shirt.“

Tooru listens to you telling him about your day, while carrying all the things you bought into the small kitchen and putting them where they belong. You take a seat on one of the barstools placed around the cooking island and watch your husband folding the paper bags and putting them into a small basket on the floor where all the other bags you use for shopping are. You see the muscles of his arms and shoulders move and admire his beautiful, soft features making his side profile almost perfect.

He really just looks like an angel. You still cannot believe a man like him calls himself your husband. Never in your life have you been happier than with him. Tooru Oikawa, the literal love your life.

Tooru only leaves your sundress lying on the counter and turns back to you.

„I like the color, im sure you look absolutely breathtaking in that“, he says, his words making you blush, „ but you should stop sitting around and start getting ready, we have to leave in around 30 minutes or we‘ll be late, my love.“

You agree with him, grab the piece of clothing lying n front of you and make your way over to the bathroom, while your husband goes to your shared bedroom to finish getting ready, too.

He’s standing in front of the mirror, buckling his belt as you enter the room, all freshened up, fresh deodorant and some perfume making you smell like flowers. Tooru turns around and his eyes widen the moment he sees you in that orange sundress. He looks at you for a good moment before opening his mouth and closing it a second later, not knowing what to say. He just admires you in awe and you can see his chocolate brown eyes sparkle with love.

You grin at him, and walk over to where hes standing, wrapping your arms around his neck and a planting a kiss on his lips.

„You look absolutely beautiful“, he whispers before kissing you once more.

„You too“, you whisper back to your husband.

He’s wearing the orange button up shirt you mentioned earlier with a pair of cream colored dress pants and brown shoes. His hair is a little messy, pulled into a loose side part like always and his cologn smells fresh with a hint of sea breeze. He looks almost angelic in the already slightly orange rays of sunlight seeping through the big window. You pull him tight, hugging him while nuzzling your face into the crooks his neck. Oikawa does the same, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, holding you in this position for a moment that feels like forever. A moment you wish for to never end but as quickly as it started, it ends, as Tooru pulls away, kissing you on the cheek.

„Amor, i would love to hold you like that for forever but we really need to leave now.“

He wraps his arms around you one more time, whispering a faint I love you before pulling away completely. A wave of disappointment rushes through your mind but you remind yourself that he‘s right. You grab a pair of open, white heels from the closet right next to you and quickly put them on before following your husband into the hallway, out of the apartment and out the house, to the car.

By the time you arrive at Iwaizumis house, he owns for vacation purpose only, everyone is already sitting in their designated place outside in the garden that belongs to the building. It’s a beautful setting. The grass looks green and there’s a lot of flowers an other colorful plants. Theres a big pool in the middle of the garden, with white tiles around it.

The two of you walk into the backyard, joining the other guests at the little sitting area. Hajime approaches you, a big smile on his face. He bumps fists with oikawa, greeting him, asking how hes been and they start talking. After a few minutes of catching up on each others lives, the black haired man turns to you.

„ Hey y/n, you look good. How are you doing?“

„ Thank you Iwa, you look nice too. I‘m good, thanks, what about you?“

„Yea its alright, I‘m glad its finally summer break. Has been a tough season.“

„ You got a lot of injuries this season, huh?“, Oikawa joins in on the conversation.

„Yea more than usual its insane, but whatever, Im glad nothing really bad happened so far“, Iwazumi says.

Youand your husband both nod n agreement and IWaizumi changes the topic, telling you to take a seat since the food hes been cooking is almost ready.

You take a seat next to your old friend Hanamaki, the other seijoh boys back from Highschool being present, too. The evening kind of scurries away, you had a delicious dinner and now everyone’s just talking, music is playing and youre watching he boys laugh and goof around, like they have always done it. Oikawa is silently sitting next to you, watching you from the side as you turn to him.

„What?“, you whisper.

„Nothing“, he smiles softly, his eyes glistening in the lights hanging above your heads, „youre just so beautiful.“

You blush at his comment. The music currently playing fades out and a new, very familiar song starts playing. A woman starts speaking in Spanish and you immeditely recognize it as kali Uchi‘s song la Luna enamorada. Your song. The song you danced to on your wedding.

La venganza es dulce, ¿sabes?

Muy dulce

Oikawa grabs your hand asking you to dance. He pulls you out of you seat and onto the grass. He wraps his arms around your waist and you put your arms around his neck, swaying to the slow music. You dance away and oikawa sings along.

La noche y tú

Vive la Luna enamorada

He hums along, slowly dancing with you and you feel happier than ever, dancing with your husband, the man you love, to your favourite song in a warm, beautiful summer night. Life really feels like a ream right now.

You lokeach other in the eyes, Tooru kissing you, as the song slowly fades away. Pulling out of your daydream. You follow him back to your seat, letting the evening fade away…

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skytooru · 10 months

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SEIJOH FIGHTERS

tooru oikawa x fem!reader

warnings. heavy depiction of violence, death, guns, kidnapping, angst, drugs, alcohol/intoxication, physical assault, blood/injuries

a/n. Excuse my grammar and all that, English is not my first language and I haven’t written anything in ages :,) kinda inspired by minghuaa’s fighter au art on Twitter!

series masterlist + chapter 2

y/n’s pov

It´s a nice summer night. I´m on my way home from a birthday party with my parents, driving through the city of Buenos Aires, watching the few passing cars and all the buildings around us through the window of the car. By this time, the city seems empty almost, as if everyone has left without leaving a single trail. It´s quiet and calm. I only hear the soft roaring of the engine and a faint voice coming from the radio in the front part of the car.

My mother has been quiet almost the entire ride back home, just like my dad in the driver´s seat. They´re probably tired, just like me. Everything seems so peaceful, until i hear a faint „bang“, just as i was closing my eyes to rest until we reach our home. I rip my eyes open and i see my dad pulling on the staring wheel in panic, my mom also wide awake, screaming at him.

„WHAT WAS THAT“

„I don´t know! A tyre ripped, Im losing control over the car!“

I couldn’t do anything but watch my father try to regain control over the damaged car. I feel paralyzed, numb and mute all at the same time. Everything seems so distant and dull as i watch the car forcing him to steer onto the pavement, my mom´s screams in my ear. I can see tears in her eyes as i listen to her begging for my dad to do something. It feels like time stands still as i hear another loud bang, and a second one following from the other side. All of this happened in the span of a few seconds, but for me it felt like hours.

I sit up straight in my seat in the back of the car as I hear glass shattering and shards flying through the air. Both of my parents turn silent, my dad´s hands dropping lifelessly into his lap. The car keeps driving and the moment it hits a lantern, I wake up. I’m drenched in sweat, screaming at the top of my lungs.

It´s been a few months since it happened. Since someone shot our car and then both of my parents. Since i lost everything i had in one night. My parents, my home, my happiness.

I let a few weeks pass, taking care of the injuries I gained from the accident. I fell into a deep hole of misery and depression. I pushed all my responsibilities such as uni, my friends and people I care about to the back of my mind and completely isolated myself. The time that has passed since the death of my parents has felt like years, even though it has only been a few months.

People have tried to reach out to me, concerned about my physical and mental health, but I stayed stubborn, not letting anyone into my bubble of sadness. Nightmares have been torturing me but then it suddenly all stopped. I managed to get a grip and get back to life. But not here. Not in this hell of a city. Not on this hell of a country.

I need a break. A restart even, so I took all the money I had, including everything I have inherited from my mom and dad and started a new life in Tokyo. My real home.

My parents and I moved from Japan to Argentina a couple of years ago, due to my father finding a new job over there. Even though I missed my friends and the rest of my family, i loved being in Buenos Aires, but i couldn’t keep living there for the life of me. The images of my parents kept following me everywhere i went. Everything seemed to be connected to them.

I fled here to escape the nightmares and the deep depression i fell into, back there. I needed to restart life, gain new hope, make more good memories to suppress the thoughts of my parents, especially the images of them lying there in the car, lifeless, drenched in blood, holes i their heads. Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine.

One thing i did not want to replace with something new was my passion for fighting, especially MMA. My dad has been teaching me to kickbox since I was a child. It’s one of the few things that connect us. We had a very strong bond and a great relationship, maybe even through our shared hobby.

He taught some teenagers besides me to fight, though, i never really had much contact to them. I only remember one boy, but i cant really recall what he looked like or what his name was.

Now here I am, lying in my new bed in my new apartment in my old new home, Tokyo.

I look at the clock that’s sitting on my nightstand.

05:00 AM

fuck, i have to get up in one hour

Fuck it. I get out of bed and head straight towards the bathroom. I wash my face with cold water and apply some moisturizer to calm down my skin from unknowingly crying in my sleep.

„I thought i was over that shit“ i mumble under my breath.

The nightmares have stopped after some time, but they’ve been coming back the past few nights, probably due to the stress im going through because of university right now.

I make my way to the kitchen aisle standing on the other side of my apartment. It’s not very big, but its not small either. When looking from the entrance door, there’s a bathroom right on the left and the bedroom on the right side, at the end of the small hallway is an open space. Towards the left there’s a kitchen with a cooking island and bar stools placed around it and to the right, separated with an open shelf, there’s the living area with a pretty big white leather sofa, a coffee table and a big tv mounted on the wall. Overall its a very open and bright apartment, everything in beige and other light colors and a lot of plants and simple decoration everywhere.

I get out of the bathroom and walk right into the kitchen area to make myself some coffee. While my drink is brewing i grab a banana and finish eating it, right as the coffee machine turns off. I walk over to my sofa and sit down , placing the mug right next to my MacBook sitting on the small coffee table. I have another hour before i need to leave for Uni.

Im studying pharmacy, currently in my 3rd year. Only 2 more years to go. Thank god.

Since i woke up so abruptly and knew I couldn’t get back to sleep, i decided to revise some stuff for a test this week. I sit there for a good half an hour, reading through the notes i made on the topics for the test. I have to pass it, to be able to continue my studies, which puts a lot of pressure on myself. Maybe the reason why my mental health is getting worse again.

Luckily i was able to continue my studies here in japan without having to do it all over again. Ain’t no fucking way I’m gonna go through this hell one more time. I would’ve rather dropped out and starting working as a cashier or sum. No offense to cashiers though of course.

Times Flies. It’s already noon and i make my way out of uni, to the gym down the street. It’s become my second home since I moved here and I made a few friends in the small amount of time I’ve spent here. The gym is specialized for mixed martial arts, owned by a group of friends called Nekoma boxers. Kuroo, the head of the whole thing, is a great guy, we got along quite well since the second I first set foot into the gym.

I enter the building and the familiar scent of sweat and deodorant hits me and i hear 50cent playing from the speakers.

„Yo y/n! Wassup?“

A male voice comes from the reception and as i look over there, i see a big guy with black hair look at me.

He really does look like a rooster

„´Sup Kuroo. How´ve you been? I haven’t seen you in ages.“, I smile as i walk over to him. I notice another guy with brown, soft looking hair standing next to him, staring at me with his chocolate brown eyes. He’s wearing a white compression shirt and white trackpants with teal accents.

„You’re exaggerating, I’ts been like a week“, he laughs.

„Yea that’s what i said. Ages“, I say as I finally reach the two of them, putting my bag down on the counter.

„Who’s that?“, I nod at the brown haired guy.

„Oh thats Oikawa, my friend. He just came back from Argentina. What a coincidence, eh? You both lived in Buenos Aires.“

I greet him as I swipe my membership card to check in.

„Tooru Oikawa, nice to meet you“, the guy says with a soft, charming voice.

I look back up at him, shaking the hand he stretched out to me.

„Hi, nice to meet you.“

I muster him, noticing his eyes glowing under the lights of the gym. His features are soft, but he looks good, very put together. His shoulders are broad and I look at the sleeves of the shirt he’s wearing wrapping themselves snugly around his big and toned biceps. Somehow he seems familiar but I can’t quite make out where I’ve seen him before.

My eyes wander over ro Kuroo, who’s looking at me with a knowing expression.

„Aight boys“, I clap my hands together, „enough chit chat. I have some training to do“, i say to break the silence.

„What you training?“, the guy who introduced himself as Oikawa asks me.

„I kickbox.“

„For real? Didn’t know pretty girls like you can fight“, he say with a cheeky smile on his face.

I roll my eyes at his flirty words and try to concentrate to prevent my face from turning red. fucking bastard.

I tell him about my passion and how my dad taught me how to fight, his face neutral, yet showing a spark of excitement.

„You sound pretty confident for a little girl like you. Mind showing me some moves?“

„Sure if you’re brave enough to fight me“.

I wont let a motherfucker like him mess around with me like that.

He grins at me and leaves Kuroo, who has been listening to the conversation, now excited for the fight, and me standing there at the reception and walks into the staff room.

„What a prick“, is the only thing i have to say to Tetsu, before heading to the dressing rooms. With him, preparing for the upcoming training with Oikawa.

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