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[maddieg0531]

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Hi! Welcome to my profile! I am quite inconsistent with my writing and lately I’ve been posting more personal creations (blurbs, poems, etc).

When I write short stories, I write sfw, fem!reader, fluff. I literally have written for three people but I'm trying to expand 🥴. If you have any requests, I would love to write them (for any character/idea). Thanks for taking the time to read my work!

💖 = fluff ❤️‍🩹 = hurt/comfort 🖤 = angst (my version of angst is very mild fyi)

✨ Oikawa ✨

The Dog 💖 - Oikawa begs for a dog

It's Always Been You 💖 - Bullies remind you that you will never be with Oikawa

Forgotten 💖 - Oikawa forgot that it is Valentines Day

Facade 💖 - Oikawa asks you to be his fake girlfriend pt. 1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4

Cloud 9 💖 - Oikawa has a surprise for your anniversary

Our Little Secret pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 epilogue 💖🖤 - You're a noble. He's a prince. What will happen when a small encounter turns into something more?

Dog whisperer 💖 - You take your dog on a walk and have an unexpected encounter

Hugs and Kisses ❤️‍🩹🖤 - An uncomfortable situation turns into a much larger disaster

Glimpse of Us 🖤💖 - What happens when you dig up the past and rekindle old feelings?

Burnout ❤️‍🩹 - After weeks of late nights and overworking, you finally reach a breaking point, but luckily you don't have to face it alone

💥 Bakugo 💥

You're Kinda Hot When You're Mad 💖 - Bakugo ignores you for some reason

Unfortunate Situation 🖤 💖 - You take Bakugo to meet your parents

Attention 💖 - Bakugo is needy 😂

Weak ❤️‍🩹 - Your insecurities get the better of you

It's Not Your Fault ❤️‍🩹 - Bakugo has a hard day at work

I'll Be Home For Christmas ❤️‍🩹 💖 - Bakugo went on a mission and hasn't come back

Two Seconds Too Late ❤️‍🩹🖤 - Bakugo is too late and it may cost you your life

💫 Kuroo 💫

All the Tropes 💖 - self explanatory

[maddieg0531]

It’s Not That Bad

“It’s not that bad”

How many times have we said that

And regretted it later

Disease

Famine

War

How many of those could have been prevented

If we had done something when it was

“Not that bad”

There is a reason you cut a plant at the roots

There is a reason you catch an infection early

There is a reason you listen to the warning signs

Why are we waiting until things get bad

Instead of taking measures to prevent that

If something bad is going to happen

Are you going to wait until someone gets hurt

Or are you going to take preemptive measures

To eliminate harm

“We don’t know for sure that it is going to be bad”

It’s already bad

Drought

Job loss

Misinformation

“It has some good uses”

Is sacrificing the lives of many

Worth the convenience of one

“What if it gets better”

Since when did we start choosing what ifs

Over current certainty

Is your ‘what if’ worth the loss of thousands of jobs

Worth the destruction of neighborhoods and communities

Worth stealing and invasion of privacy

I don’t want it to get better

I want it to go away

Are we going to wait until the oceans are drained dry

Before we finally decide it’s not worth it

Are we going to wait until half of the population is unemployed

To realize it only benefits the ones in charge

Are we going to wait until we are no longer entitled to privacy

To see that we willingly gave it up

Why are we waiting until it’s ‘that bad?’

Cut it off at the roots

Get rid of the tumor

Open your eyes and see the harm

The hurt

The idiocy of it all

Go ahead and say “it’s not that bad”

But when it finally get’s bad enough for you

Don’t say you weren’t warned

[maddieg0531]

Achievement Culture

Yes I cheat.

Yes I find loopholes.

Yes I game The System.

But it’s not because I have low Standards or poor Work ethic

It’s because I have high Standards

Because I was never allowed to settle for less than Perfect

It’s because I have good Work ethic and Work hard in all things

It’s because of these that I am burnt out

The longer I go, the less I can give

But my need to Work hard doesn’t go away

My Standards don’t drop

They stay the same

And that’s the issue.

I can’t meet those Standards when I’m burnt out

So I do what I can to stay above water

I find the loophole or game The System.

I Work smarter not harder.

Because I cannot

physically.

mentally.

emotionally.

Work any harder

But instead of helping me have reasonable Standards

Helping me find a way to balance everything,

People tell me that I am a cheater.

That I am lazy.

That I need to Work harder.

That I lack integrity.

So I use energy I don’t have,

Clinging desperately to anything that will make my burden lighter

Not because I don’t care

But because I care too much

People who think they are wiser tell me to lower my Standards.

Lessen my Work load.

But refuse to lower their Standard of me

They refuse to lessen their Work load

So I lessen it for them.

I lower it for them.

Then they get mad

They claim that their Standard is reasonable

And their Work load is not too much

As long as I Work hard enough.

but i cant work any harder

Everyone tells me I need to prioritize

That maybe I’m doing too much

Maybe I’m trying too hard

But everyone gets mad when I don’t prioritize them

So I stop prioritizing myself

Because I’m the only one who won’t get mad

I choose Work over rest.

I choose Work over food.

I choose Work over relationships.

And when my body and mind finally give out,

Everyone tells me I should prioritize myself

That my health is more important than Work

But not their Work.

Surely I can find 5 minutes in my day to do some Work

Maybe I shouldn’t do this extracurricular.

Maybe I shouldn’t hangout with friends.

Maybe I should Work through my meals,

Take a break from one thing to Work on another

I should burn the candle at every end I can possibly find

And discard anything that isn’t a match

Because it’s not about keeping the candle standing

But using every ounce of wax possible.

So my candle burns until there is nothing left

And then people get mad

Because I couldn’t keep burning without a wick.

So yes, I cheat.

I find the loophole.

I game The System.

Because that is the only way to survive

When the goal is productivity, it’s about Producing,

not preserving.

It’s about the Achievement,

not the achiever.

No one cares how you make the Product,

as long as the Product gets made.

When worth is measured in Results, it only matters who got the Furthest,

not how you got there.

Achievement doesn’t care about learning.

Product doesn’t care about growth.

It cares about Results.

It teaches people to stop caring,

And to start Working.

Is it a loophole?

Or is it the near impossible exit?

Did I game The System?

Or did The System asked to be gamed?

Is it really cheating

If it’s the only way to Win?

[maddieg0531]

So like being Oikawa’s best friend and he notices something is wrong with you lately. You’re pushing yourself too hard and you’ve been mean to everyone who gets in your way. So when you open up sobbing as you tell him that “you just wanna be perfect” and that “your not enough no matter how hard you try,” and how “everyone is just better than you” and you can’t stand how painful it is. And Oikawa starts crying as he realizes at that moment you feel exactly what he feels and he just holds you so tight as he opens up to you to as you both say “we have eachother” and y’all just makeout because y’all are in love.🥹🥹

Craving that comfort with him because I relate to pretty boy Tooru too much :(

A/N: So because I'm like the worst person ever with HORRENDOUS ADHD, I am responding to this 3 years (yes you heard me) late! I am so sorry. I don't know if you still care about this request but I figure writing it is the least I could do after forgetting about it for so long 😭 I am so sorry and I hope it's everything you need/want it to be.

Also feels very appropriate considering I am currently in my finals week, dealing with some hefty burnout 🥴

Oikawa x fem!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, pretty hefty insecurities, BURNOUT, lots of self hatred and overworking yourself, mentions of not eating or sleeping, has a happy ending I swear.

As the semester reaches its close, you can feel the weight of the bags under your eyes. You haven’t gotten a full nights rest in weeks. At this point you’re running on pure caffeine and spite. You trudge down the hallway to your locker, switching out books between classes, when Oikawa runs up next to you. 

“Hey! What are you doing after school?” His light tone makes you feel even worse somehow.

“More school.” You respond curtly.

“Again? I swear you live in this building.” He laughs. You don’t. “Come on, just take a break for one second.” He pouts. 

You pinch the bridge of your nose, frustrated. You aren’t sure if it’s with his tone or just life in general. “I don’t have time Oikawa. Finals are coming up soon.”

“Yeah, I get that, but resting is just as important as studying.” His tone softens a bit, but that just makes you angrier. You don’t need his pity. 

“Look, not all of us can cruise through life because of our pretty face. Some of us actually have to work hard.” You slam your locker shut and push past him. He doesn’t say anything else or follow after you. Instead, he gives you the space that you aren’t totally sure you want. 

As you sit through your last class, you can’t focus. The spiraling thoughts of all the things you have to do after this keep crashing down. Your eyes are half shut from exhaustion and your train of thought is nonexistent. Finally the bell rings, signaling the end of school. Everyone rushes out happily, while you sluggishly stuff papers and books into your bag. You sling the source of your exhaustion over your shoulder and go to leave, when your teacher stops you. 

“Y/N, do you have a moment.” She asks, politely. You resist the urge to say no and leave; instead you give her a half-smile. “I know finals are coming up, but don’t work yourself too hard. You’re a good student and will be fine, so please try and get some rest.” Her tone is nothing but kind. However, you are sick and tired of people telling you the same thing over and over. 

You unconsciously roll your eyes and huff, “I’m fine,” and walk out the door. You are immediately met with Oikawa waiting for you. He looks up at you, concern lacing his features. You scoff, “I already told you, I don’t have time Oikawa. Don’t you have a practice to be at or something?” 

“We’re done for the semester, so I thought I would study with you.” His voice is smaller than earlier. You feel your chest tighten, knowing that your harsh words probably made him feel bad, but whatever kindness you had was stamped out by the burnout. 

You sigh heavily, “I study better alone, so go study with Iwa or something.” You brush past him again, this time walking away faster. You feel tears start to line your eyes. Truth is, you don’t necessarily study better alone. You just don’t want anyone to see you like this. You already feel bad for the mean words you said earlier; you don’t want to accidentally snap again. So, you settle for huddling up alone, in the library, resigned to your books once more. 

A few days pass and you’ve pretty much ignored Oikawa. It wasn’t because you were mad. He didn’t do anything wrong. You just didn’t have the energy right now. School has drained every ounce of life out of you and it continues to feed on your dry bones. You don’t talk to hardly anyone in days and when you do, you almost always snap. But it’s not your fault everyone keeps saying the same thing. “Don’t overdo it.” “Get some rest.” “Slow down.” Etc. etc. But they don’t get it. As soon as you stop to take a break, everyone turns back around telling you to ‘work harder’ and ‘do better.’ No matter what you do, it’s never enough. So you have to keep pushing, keep trying until you don’t fall behind. Until you don’t need to burn the midnight oil to get a good grade because you are finally good enough to get it right on the first try. This is the mindset that has been drilled into you. This is how you’ve lived and it sure as hell isn’t gonna change now. 

And this is the mindset that might just beat you to the ground…

~~~

Oikawa noticed the shift weeks ago. You’ve always been a hard worker, someone who burns the midnight oil all too often, but you’ve started burning oil you don’t even have. Your movements become sluggish. Your shoulders slump from the pressure of school, your eyes half-lidded as you push to stay awake in class. He notices every shift in tone, drag of the foot, and tension added to your shoulders. He’s always noticed. He can’t help noticing because he does it all the time. The pressure from trying to be good enough. The push to work harder and be better. He see’s that in himself all the time, so of course he can see it in you. 

He tries to check in, ask how you’re doing and what not, but your responses become shorter and shorter. He tries being light and playful, but that just seems to make you feel worse. So he switches tactics, tries to meet you where you are, study with you and what not, but you reject that too. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little hurt as your comments become more blunt and brash. But he also knows that the hurt is not for him, but for you. He goes to the cafeteria for lunch and see’s you aren’t there. He doesn’t have to guess where you are, he already knows. The library, studying, skipping lunch…again. He tried to bring you food last week. You gave him a small smile and accepted it, but when he went back later, the bag of food was still sitting there, untouched. He doesn’t know what to do anymore except wait for you to come to him. 

“Hey!” Oikawa is snapped out of his thoughts by Iwaizumi yelling at him across the table. “Are you even listening to me?”

“Sorry, I just…zoned out.” 

“Bullshit.” Iwa flicks him in the forehead. 

“Hey! Unnecessary!” Oikawa pouts, dramatically covering his forehead. 

“Maybe if you weren’t so stupid.”

“I didn’t even do anything!” 

“You’re sitting here moping like an idiot.” Iwa mocks.

Oikawa normally takes the teasing, but when it’s about you, it hits a little different. “I wasn’t moping. I was just thinking, so keep the jokes to yourself.” He responds curtly. 

“Relax, ‘kawa. I know exactly what you’re thinking about because you make the same pouty face every time. If you are so worried about her, just go fricking talk to her.” 

Oikawa’s ears turn pink at getting caught thinking about you: it apparently being obvious too. “I tried ‘fricking talking to her.’ She doesn’t want to talk.” He sighs, his concern and frustration spilling out, “I tried bringing her food, distracting her, checking in on her, offering to help her study. She rejected all of it. I think some of it made her feel worse. I just don’t know what to do anymore.” His voice get smaller, eyes flicking to the floor. His hands move to fidget with his sleeve. “I’m really concerned about her. I just want to be there for her.” 

“So be there.” Iwa says matter-of-factly. 

Oikawa groans, “Did you not hear anything I said? I tried that!” 

“And you’ll keep trying.” 

“I don’t think she wants me to. I just seem to make her even more angry when I try talking to her.” 

“Look, loserkawa, you don’t have to doanything. Just be there. Sit in the same room as her. Wait outside her class. Walk her home. You don’t even need to be directly next to her. But just let her know you are there, waiting and supporting her. Sometimes a consistent presence is more helpful than any gift or word. So be consistent and let her come to you.” 

“Why are you always so wise?” Oikawa huffs.

“Maybe you’re just dumb.” 

“I am not!” 

Iwa just laughs and finishes his lunch. But Oikawa lets that advice stir in his mind. Maybe he’s right. Maybe his presence, even if quiet or distant, maybe that will be enough to help you. 

~~~

And that’s exactly what he does. He is there, waiting for you outside of class, sitting in the library while you study, walking you home every night. When you make a rude comment about not wanting to hangout, he doesn’t say anything. He simply trails after you as you walk away. As you sit in the library for hours on end, he doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t even sit at the same table as you, but he is there, quietly present. He will set food down next to you and sit somewhere nearby. You tell him you aren’t hungry or that you don’t want it, but he doesn’t take it away. He just sets it there and gives you the option to eat it or not. When your water gets empty, he will bring you a new bottle. In the morning he waits outside your house with a coffee and walks with you to school. No matter how late you stay up, he is always there to walk you home. At first you make snappy comments, but nothing pushes him away, so you eventually give up. It’s been several days and you have barely exchanged any words with him, yet he is still here. 

Suddenly, it’s the week before finals or as you call it, hell week. Deadlines are crashing in around you and exams loom over you. Your lack of sleep might be catching up to you because you’ve been struggling to walk straight today. You’ve already fallen asleep during two classes and your notes are unintelligible for the others. Your mind is fuzzy and you can’t remember the last time you ate. As you settle into your all too familiar spot in the library, you notice a bag sitting on the table with a little note attached 

Had a team meeting tonight, but I got you some dinner in case you get hungry. Hope studying goes well - Oikawa :) 

You can’t help the tears that start wetting your eyes. As much as you’ve snapped and scoffed, his presence really made a difference. If it weren’t for him, you probably would have passed out from not eating. You never had to stop working to refill your water or grab some food. You didn’t need to wake up early to get coffee because he had it ready for you. And now, as you sit alone in the library, you can feel the vacuum of his presence. You catch yourself looking over at the table next to you, where he would sit, as if he would suddenly appear. Something about him simply being there gave you a certain energy you hadn’t even realized. But as the minutes blur into hours, you feel the weight of it all taking its toll. As time drags on, you feel your shoulders drop further and further. You don’t even realize how much you’ve slipped down until your face is practically on the table. You try and pull yourself up but your vision goes a little blurry. You shake your head, deciding that maybe you just need some air. You shakily walk down the hallway unsure of where you’re headed. Suddenly, you find yourself standing outside the gym, unsure of how you got here. You’re just getting some air right? Yet your feet won’t seem to move, as if waiting for something. It isn’t until the door slides open that you realize what they are waiting for. Oikawa steps out of the gym, clearly sweaty from running a few sets with the team. He stumbles back, not expecting someone to be standing right outside the door. 

“Y/N? What are you doing over here?” He asks, concern lacing his voice. “Is everything okay?” 

Your voice gets caught in your throat, unable to respond. Almost against your will, you softly shake your head no. Tears you didn’t even realize were there start pouring down your face. Oikawa immediately steps towards you, his hand gently wiping away your tears. That’s when it all comes crashing down. You collapse in his arms, unable to hold yourself up anymore. He swiftly catches you, holding up your entire body weight. He moves to sit down, gently holding you against him. You are fully limp in his arms, your body wracked with sobs. His hand gently strokes your hair as he whispers soothing words, “It’s okay. Let it all out. I’ve got you.” 

You sit there crying, clutching him, until your body physically can’t produce tears anymore. Oikawa’s hold never loosens. He sits there, holding you, his quiet presence being the only thing you have left to lean on. As your sobs slow down, you manage to suck in enough air to speak. “I can’t do it.” Your voice is barely a whisper. 

“Can’t do what?” His voice matches your volume. 

“I can’t do it. I’m not enough. I’ve never been enough.” You feel the tears coming back. 

“Hey, that’s not true. You are enough.” His voice wraps around you like a soft blanket that you desperately cling to as the lies come flooding in. 

“No, I’m not. I just-just,” You start hyperventilating, overwhelmed by it all. 

“Shhh, I need you to breathe.” Oikawa takes a deep breath in, signaling you to follow. You take in shaky breaths until you regain a bit of composure.

“I just want to be perfect, but no matter how hard I try I’m not good enough. Even after weeks of sleepless nights and working myself to the bone, I still keep messing up. I can’t remember anything for my tests. I messed up my project and I keep missing stuff on my practice quizzes. No matter what I do, no matter how hard I work, I’m still not good enough. I’ll never be good enough. I’m just average. I don’t even know why I try anymore when everyone seems to be better than me without even lifting a finger.” All of your frustration and insecurities come spilling out of you, uncontrolled. “Why?! Why can’t I be perfect! Why does nothing I do matter!?” 

You feel a drip on your head and you look up to see Oikawa crying. You are immediately pulled out of yourself, concerned with his tears. You gently cup his cheek, “Hey, what’s wrong? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry.” 

He leans into your touch, his hand covering yours, “Don’t apologize. You didn’t make me cry. It’s just-“ he lets out a watery sigh, “I get it. I really do.” You feel the tears slipping down your cheeks again. “I feel your pain and your stress. I can’t blame you for pushing yourself too hard because I do it all the time. The never-ending pressure to be good enough. The constant weight that no matter what you do it’s never good enough. Every time I miss a serve or fail a receive, I feel that crushing weight all over again. The echo as the ball hits the floor ringing through my ears, telling me that if I had just moved a little faster or worked a little harder or practiced a little later, I wouldn’t have messed up.” You’re both sobbing now. “The sleepless nights as I rerun every mistake from a game. The guilt that racks up with every game we lose. I wonder why I even try at all.” 

You lean your forehead on his, your voice barely audible, “It hurts. It hurts so much.” 

“I know.” 

“What am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to keep going?”

He pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes, “You know how I get through those sleepless nights? Why I keep working hard and telling myself it’s worth it?”

“Why?” You’re desperate for anything that could help you. 

“Because you’re always there waiting for me.” His tone is nothing but genuine, every word laced with love and sincerity. “You are always there cheering me on at games. You celebrate my wins and comfort me in the loss. You text me on those late nights and are there for me in the morning. Your smile gives me more energy than any night of sleep could. Your praise means more than any win ever could. So I keep working hard and keep trying, for you.” 

And that’s when it all rushes back to you. The late nights of him walking you home. The coffee waiting for you in the morning. The countless bags of food, usually untouched, but still there if you wanted it. And always, him. Sitting there, quietly supporting you. Giving you the energy that you didn’t have left. Suddenly, grades and GPA’s didn’t matter anymore. What mattered was him. Making him proud, making him smile, being there, with him by your side. 

Before you can think about it, you slam your lips against his. At first he’s caught off guard, but he immediately melts into you. Your tears mix as you breathe each other in, your souls becoming one. The stress of school and pressure of life fades into the background. All the lies telling you that you aren’t good enough; all of the voices telling you to work harder; the sleepless nights and countless hours of hard work suddenly don’t matter anymore. All that matters is you and him, in this moment, together. You break apart for air, but don’t move further than you have to. Your foreheads rest against each other. 

“I’m sorry.” You eke out. 

“For what?” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“For rejecting you. For saying such rude things. The truth is that I didn’t want you to see me like this. I wanted you to think that I was perfect, that I was good enough.”

“You’ve always been good enough. You don’t have to be perfect. I love you just the way you are, broken pieces and all.” 

“Thank you,” you manage between sobs, “Thank you for never leaving me.” 

“Of course. I will always be there. Through sleepless nights and stressful days, I will always be there by your side. We will make it through, together.” 

~~~~~~

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[maddieg0531]

Recording Studio

male!musician x fem!musician!reader

Synopsis: He walks in on your late night recording session, leading to a vulnerability you haven't shown in forever. Music reveals a person innermost being. What will he think of yours?

Y/N: your name

H/N: his name

A/N: So, i'm trying this new thing of vague male character x female reader, because I have a lot of ideas but don't necessarily want to tie them to specific people. But also they are lowkey based on certain people/scenarios. So, here we are with this. If you can guess who this is based on, I'd be impressed. Feel free to insert whomst ever you want in his spot. I purposefully left descriptions vague for that reason. Let me know if you absolutely hate this or not 🥴 also, can you tell I'm a music ed. major with my mini coaching session 🫣

Fluff, vulnerability, mentions of insecurity, hurt/comfort???

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You press record for the fifth time, determined to get this chorus perfect. As the track begins to play, you close your eyes in concentration; a habit you seem to have. The words flow from memory, the melody second nature. It’s when you get to the peak of the chorus that your voice cracks…again. You slam your hand down to pause the track with an angry grunt. Maybe it was because you were working past midnight, but your voice just didn’t want to cooperate tonight. You turn your face to the wall, leaning your forehead against the padding. “Stupid high notes! Why can’t I get it right?!” You yell to yourself. Suddenly, you hear a soft laugh from outside the booth. You whip around to see a guy standing in the doorway. You yelp, startled and embarrassed, “Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry.” You frantically take off your headphones and rush out, “I didn’t know someone had this studio booked. I figured since it was so late at night that no one would be here. I’m sorry. I’ll just get my stuff and go.” You ramble as you frantically go to close out your track and clean up your stuff. 

“Hey, it’s okay.” He puts his hand on yours to stop you from closing out your project. You freeze at his touch. “I don’t have this studio booked. I also thought no one would be here this late. Looks like I’m not the only one who burns the midnight oil.” He lets out a breathy laugh, his smile soft and warm. 

“Oh, well, I’m not doing anything that important anyway, so I can just come back later.” You aren’t sure if your cheeks are pink from embarrassment or his warm presence leaning over you.

“No, no you don’t have to do that. It is important.” 

“Ah not really.”

“If you are here this late, working this hard, clearly it’s important to you.”

You look down, your voice getting smaller, “It’s nothing, really. I’m just messing around.”

“That frustration is more than messing around.” You slap your hand to your face, remembering your self-berating he heard a moment ago. He laughs, a little fuller this time, “It’s okay, I’ve been there plenty of times. I get the frustration.”

“Yeah…I just can’t seem to get those high notes, which is stupid because I literally wrote the song.” You lean back in the chair, hours of work and frustration spilling out of you. 

“I get that,” He sighs, sitting in the chair next to you, “I can’t tell you how many times I have written something and struggled to sing it.” 

“You would think we would just change the music at that point.”

“But then it wouldn’t sound right.”

“Exactly!” Both of you laugh at your shared frustration. You turn to look at him, the air suddenly getting caught in your throat. You hadn’t properly looked at him until now. He’s wearing a simple hoodie and sweat pants, his hair messily falling in his face. His laugh fills the room with warmth and comfort. You feel your cheeks heat up the longer he looks at you. You both clear your throat and look away, “So, uh, my name is Y/N by the way.” 

“Right, I’m H/N.”

“So, uh, do you work here? Wait, that’s a dumb question. Of course you work here. You wouldn’t be allowed in here if you didn’t.” You cover your face with your hands in total embarrassment. You peak through your fingers, expecting him to be laughing or judging you. Instead you just see a soft smile, like he is patiently listening to you ramble. You keep your hands over your face, this time to cover the pink spreading over your face. 

He waits another second before responding, “I do work here. I’m an artist contracted under the company. What about you? I haven’t seen you around the studio before.” 

“I don’t actually work here…” you look at him sheepishly. 

He tilts his head, confused, “Then how did you get in here?”

“My dad works here as an audio engineer and so he lets me use the studio.” You look down, fiddling with the sleeves of your hoodie. “So I guess that makes me a fraud, huh?”

“A fraud?” 

“Yeah, just some daddy’s girl messing around on expensive equipment.” You laugh trying to cover up the fact that you feel like an imposter.

“I don’t think that.” He says matter-of-factly. 

You look up at him, only to find sincerity in his eyes. “You don’t think I’m some imposter ‘playing’ artist?” 

“Not at all. Have other people said that?” 

You turn away, remembering all the judgmental voices ringing in your head, “Not exactly. Just some stupid comments I guess I let get to me too much. Stuff about not actually being that good or using my dad to get privileges. Dumb right?”

You feel his hand gently wipe a tear from your cheek that you didn’t realize you had shed. You slowly turn to meet his gaze, his comforting eyes matching his touch. “I don’t think that’s dumb.” His voice is soft, as if trying not to scare you, “Those are rude comments and whoever they are don’t know what they’re talking about. I heard your music, albeit only a snippet but what I heard was good.” 

“You mean before my voice cracked.” You let out a watery laugh.

He shakes his head with a soft smile, “That’s totally normal. Everyone’s voice cracks. It’s not a bad thing or an ‘ugly’ thing. It’s just extra air escaping your vocal cords. Nothing more, nothing less. It doesn’t make you a bad singer or a bad writer.” 

“A good writer would write stuff they can sing.” 

“Not true either. A good writer has an idea and runs with it. They let their creative instinct fly. Sometimes that means writing something and realizing it doesn’t work. Sometimes that means writing and rewriting until it’s perfect. But that always means working hard and sticking to what you believe about your art. Not compromising because someone said you should.” 

Before you can stop yourself, more tears pour down your face. He moves to grab a few tissues, his hand leaving your face. You almost instinctively move towards him, as if chasing the feel of his touch. He hands you a few tissues. You quickly wipe away the involuntary tears, “Sorry, guess the late night is getting to me.” You sniffle.

“Don’t apologize for being authentic.” His voice is soft and sincere, which does not help your attempt to stop the tears. “I’ve dealt with a lot of criticism and I know how much those comments can hurt. You think that you shouldn’t care about random peoples opinions, but something about it just slips under your skin and hits a nerve. That’s why it’s important to have people around you to help.”

You let out a watery laugh, “I’m not great about asking for help.”

“That makes two of us.” He rests his hand on yours, almost subconsciously. You don’t flinch or move. Rather, you just sit there in comfortable silence. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours, but neither of you count. You sit there feeling a rare sense of understanding you haven’t felt in a long time. 

After a while, you speak up, voice small, “Thank you...for being so kind.” 

“Don’t mention it.” He keeps his voice equally soft. “And I wasn’t just being kind. I really do mean it. You are a good artist.” 

You finally look at him, “You haven’t even heard my music.” 

“You can show me, if you’d like.” 

You hesitate for a moment. Your music is something you keep close and private. It’s why you work so late at night, so that no one will hear you. But something about his sincerity so far makes you think that maybe he won’t judge you like the others. You slowly move to the computer to show him the track you’ve been working on. “It isn’t complete by any means. This is kind of just a rough draft.” 

“That’s okay.” He says, warmth never leaving his voice. 

You press play on the track, your melody filling the room. You sit back, unable to watch his reaction. Instead, you opt for playing with the hem of your sleeve, pulling at the loose string you keep meaning to fix. As your voice fills the room, suddenly you hear it crack and you freeze. You practically fall on top of the computer to pause it. “Sorry! I forgot I technically recorded that part.” You want to cry of embarrassment. It’s bad enough he heard your voice crack once, but again over the speakers is just humiliating. You go to try and delete it, but he stops you. “What-why are you?” You look at him confused.

“If it’s alright with you, I’d like to keep listening.” He smiles that warm smile again.

“But, it’s not finished. It’s just a backing track with instrumental melody at this point. Plus…my voice...” Your voice trails off.

“Sounds great. That’s why I’d like to hear the rest of the song, even if it is just instrumentals.” His voice is so gentle, so sincere. You slowly remove your hands from the computer, allowing him to press play. The track plays back over your voice crack and you want to curl into yourself, but you feel a hand on yours. You look down to see his hand resting on yours, simple, quiet, yet grounding. You look up at him to see him smiling at you, as if to say that it’s okay. 

The track finishes out, his hand still on yours, but you don’t dare look at him this time. Instead you wait for his response. Wait to hear the comments about how terrible it sounded or how the mix was off, about how you shouldn’t be messing around with stuff you don’t understand. But all you hear is silence. After what feels like forever, he finally speaks, “That was really good.” 

You snap up to meet his gaze, waiting for the joke. Waiting for the “but.” Instead, he doesn’t say anything else. He just looks at you, totally serious. 

“You-you really think so?” Your voice is almost a whisper. 

“Yeah. I really do.” 

You open your mouth then close it again, unsure of what to say. 

“Your melody is really catchy,” he continues, “It’s got a good vibe to it. And your backing track is really well done. The mix is balanced and it has the perfect push and pull to match the groove. And that high note in the melody,” you freeze, ready for the backlash about your voice, “it’s really awesome.” Your eyes widen. “I mean it really just adds the perfect cherry on top.”

“But-my voice, it cracked. I can’t hit that note.” You stutter.

“But you did.”

“Huh?”

“You hit the note right before your voice cracked.” You stare at him, confused. “Your voice cracked because you’re overthinking it. You can hit that note just fine. You just need to relax and full send it. You’re cutting yourself off, worried that it will sound bad, but if you just let go and let it fly, you’ve got it just fine.” 

You look for any hint of mockery or insincerity, but you are met with a warm, comforting smile. He’s serious. He genuinely thinks your music is good. This man, who accidentally walked in on you in the middle of the night, genuinely believes in you as a musician. You are stunned, unable to speak. 

“Y/N?” He snaps you out of your daze. “Are you okay?”

“I just, you’re the first person who has believed in my music.” Your voice cracks at the words, but this time you don’t flinch or run away from it. You let the sound carry all the emotions swelling inside you. 

He tilts your head up to look at him, “You should believe in yourself too. You’re really talented and anyone who says otherwise doesn’t have ears.” 

You let out a watery laugh, tears once again streaming down your face. He pulls you gently into a hug, leaving room for you to pull away if you want. But you don’t. You lean into him, almost instinctively. You clutch onto his shirt, tears wetting the front of it. His hand naturally goes up to gently stroke your hair. You sit there, letting him hold you, until your sobs turn into light sniffles. He pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes, his thumb brushing away the last few tears staining your face, “You’re pretty awesome, you know that?”

Your cheeks immediately heat up, your eyes darting anywhere but his. “What do you mean? You just met me.” You let out an awkward laugh.

His hand gently turns your face to look at him, making your voice get caught in your throat. “Your music is more than just sounds over a speaker. It reveals your heart and mind. Who you really are deep down and you know what I see? A girl who is strong and kind. Someone who is incredibly talented but too humble to realize it. I see a girl who could do incredible things, if only she believed in herself. A beautiful soul, inside and out.” His voice gets softer with the last words. You didn’t realize how close he was to you until you could feel his breath on your lips. He looks into your eyes for permission and you give a tiny nod. He gently closes the distance, the kiss soft and slow. He is hesitant, allowing you the chance to back out if you want. But you deepen the kiss, your emotions suddenly turning to passion. Your hands move to be around his neck, further deepening the kiss. One of his hands gently cups your cheek while the other rests on your waist. As you pull closer to him, you feel yourself slipping out of your chair. The hand on your waist pulls slightly, as if asking for permission. You follow the pressure, allowing him to pull you onto his lap, your chair rolling away as you slip out. You eventually break apart for air, but don’t move far, resting your forehead on his. You both just sit in comfortable silence, breathing in each other’s presence. 

He is the first to break the silence, “I probably should have asked this first, but can I take you out to dinner sometime?”

You let out a breathless laugh, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

He closes the distance once more, this time with more vigor. The kiss isn’t hesitant or slow, but rough and passionate. You match his energy, your hands moving up to mess with his hair. Both his hands are wrapped around your waist, holding you steady against him. You could have sat there forever, if it weren’t for your cursed stomach reminding you how long it’s been since you’ve eaten. You both break apart laughing, your cheeks red from embarrassment…or the kiss…it’s a tough call. He pulls back to look you in the eyes, your hands never leaving his hair. “Guess that dinner is gonna be sooner than expected.” 

You both reluctantly get up, gathering your stuff. You save your project and close your laptop, fairly certain you’re done for the evening. As you walk out together, his hands brush yours tentatively. You lace your fingers with his, a smile creeping across both your faces. He takes you to a nearby convenience store, considering those are the only things open at 3 in the morning. You both grab some instant ramen and walk back towards your apartment. “You know, 3am ramen was not my ideal first date.” You chuckle, finally making him flustered, his ears turning pink. “But it’s nice.” 

He looks over at you, unable to hide his smile, “Yeah, it is nice.” You both look at each other, strangers just a few hours ago, now holding hands and eating ramen at 3 in the morning.

“But you better take me out to a real dinner later.” You joke, slightly bumping his shoulder. 

“It would be my pleasure.” He pulls your hand up to kiss it, never letting go. You look away, flustered, but he pulls you back to look at him. He leans to press a kiss to your lips, slow and deliberate, letting you know that this isn’t just a late night moment, but something real. You lean your forehead on his, your voice barely a whisper, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For caring about some random girl in a recording studio.” 

“You’re not some random girl, you’re spectacular. How could I not care?” 

Unable to respond, you simply close the distance once more, returning his kiss. 

Who would have thought that a random midnight recording session would lead to finding your greatest support and comfort.

[maddieg0531]

Childhood

She was young and naive

She was stupid and mean

She messed up a lot

“She was the worst” I thought

But she was also small and curious

She was usually courteous

She had big dreams

She planned little schemes

She was smarter than she believed

She was prettier than she perceived

She had joy in life

She endured through the strife

She never gave up

She got knocked down but she got back up

She was wise beyond her years

She overcame her fears

She loved and was loved

She was scorned and she was judged

But she made it through

Even if she got battered and bruised

Make her proud, do as you should

Become the person she hoped you would

Don’t be so hard on her, she didn’t know better

Instead keep moving forward and don’t forget her

Look back with fondness, learn from her mistakes

Thanks to her you have what it takes

To make it through, whatever may come

Keep running the race until you’re done

We’ve healed what’s broken, we found what was lost

We’ve done our dues, We’ve paid the cost

Go be happy, laugh at what’s good

Thank you for living my childhood

Rest now child, you did your part

I will always remember you in my heart

[maddieg0531]

I Like Listening

A/N: I fear I cooked with this one

“Sorry, I’ve been talking for a while.”

“It’s okay. I like listening”

She furrows her brow, “that’s what everyone says until they get tired of me”

“Do people say that a lot? I really mean it.”

“Yeah, sorry, not trying to call you a liar, but I’ve had too many people tell me that and then change their mind later for me to believe it anymore” she looks down, dejected.

“Well, here let me say it differently.” His shift in tone grabs her attention, “I love listening to people talk about what they’re passionate about because when they do, a light shines in their eyes. It’s like watching fireworks. The question is like lighting the fuse, the answer is the firework. Sometimes you light a fuse and it’s a dud. Sometimes you light it and it’s short and sweet. But sometimes you light it and it’s like a massive explosion. Gorgeous colors lighting up the sky. Some have shapes, others have more than one. Huge bursts of light and energy. And you just sit back and watch with awe. Not saying anything but just sitting and watching. Admiring the beauty of it all. Enraptured by its magnificence. And then you run off and light more if you can because you want to see it all again. People who say they like to listen but don’t mean it is like lighting a firework and then complaining it’s too loud.” He scoffs and leans back in his chair like he didn’t just say the most poetic thing ever.

She just stares, awestruck and touched by his detailed and thoughtful description and absolute admiration. Maybe that’s how fireworks look down at us.

[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. 

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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.

[maddieg0531]

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.

[maddieg0531]

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! 😉

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“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.