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(V.) To tenderly pull or draw someone closer – to hold, as for affection,
comfort, or warmth; to fondle, to caress; to embrace, to protect.
You were definitely well aware of the fact that Oikawa was a ‘touchy-feely’ person. Nearly every day he would tackle you into a death-gripping hug, every day he would sling an arm around your neck and pull you closer to him as he talked and laughed about his day, every day he would grab both of your hands and drag you along with him to wherever he went and ignoring your protests, every day he would affectionately wrap his arm around your waist and whisper sweet-nothings to your ear as your cheeks go red. That was just the type of person he was – Oikawa was a very tender and a loving person, and he showed all of this through actions.
Not that you minded, of course. In fact, you actually liked it.
His touches were always so sweet and kind; he touched you as if you were a fragile glass that would break if handled wrongly – and you always appreciated his lovable touches. You were never quite a romantic person yourself, Oikawa was mainly the most affectionate person between the two of you, always showering you with cliché romance things you’d find in 80’s American movies, and always pulling you closer to him as he mutters compliments to you in a soft, gentle, voice. Oikawa had always been the better one at love.
He arrives from work at the same time; you hear a distinct ‘I’m home!’ from the living room and the slamming of the door. Turning off the faucet sink and wiping your hands with your apron, you scurry off to the living room only to be met with strong, familiar, arms. You immediately recognized this feeling – and you sighed deeply as you laced your arms around his neck and leaning up to give him a small kiss on the cheek. He gives you a loving smile before returning the kiss.
“Welcome home.” You hummed before letting go of him. “How was work?”
“Exhausting,” He sighs, and he lets you help him take off his coat. “But I thankfully made it through the day. Well… I wouldn’t have been able to do it if it weren’t for the help of my dear friend, Iwa-chan! He’s such a grumpy old man and he keeps yelling at me – I was about to fall asleep but then he smacked the back of my head and I was too afraid to fall back asleep again.” He pauses, and then continues. “So, I am very tired and worn out, but I am so glad that I am finally here with you.”
“Thank goodness for Iwaizumi then.” You laughed. “I made dinner, by the way – I think it’s still hot.”
“For me?” He grabs your hand and takes you to the kitchen with him, and surprisingly enough, you didn’t have any protests. Perhaps it was because you were too much in a pleasant of a mood to yell at him or maybe it was because you were too tired to lecture him. “Oh, you shouldn’t have!” He turns to you, grabs you by the waist and pulls you up as he kisses your cheeks. “You’re the best person, you know that? I adore you.”
“Yes, yes—” You silently prayed to yourself that Oikawa would not drop you. “Please, Tooru, put me down.”
He doesn’t even need to hear you say that twice. Carefully, he sets you back down on the floor, but his big grin is still there. “I’m sorry! I just got – I just got so carried away, you know? This is so sweet of you. I love it when you make me dinner, [Name]. Especially since your food tastes so delightful. You’re just – you’re just too good for me.” He places a kiss on both sides of your cheeks. “I am so lucky to have you.”
“Don’t be so dramatic,” You said, laughing again. “I make dinner for you every day.”
“And is it so wrong to appreciate that?” He points out.
“No. No, of course not.” You replied. “I just think that you’re making too much big of a deal, that’s all. But you’re Oikawa Tooru and you always make a big deal out of everything.”
“Was that an insult?”
Another chuckle. “Take it as you will. But I’m tired. Eat up, alright? I’ll be upstairs.”
“Can’t I just eat upstairs?” He whines. “I want to be with you!”
“You’re always with me.”
“Yes, and I love every moment of it!” He places his hands around your hips, giving you a small smile. “How about it, hmm? I eat upstairs with you and perhaps escalate things from th—”
“No. I don’t want ants in our bedroom, thank you very much.”
“Ah, well! I tried.”
(V.) To tenderly pull or draw someone closer – to hold, as for affection,
comfort, or warmth; to fondle, to caress; to embrace, to protect.
You were definitely well aware of the fact that Oikawa was a ‘touchy-feely’ person. Nearly every day he would tackle you into a death-gripping hug, every day he would sling an arm around your neck and pull you closer to him as he talked and laughed about his day, every day he would grab both of your hands and drag you along with him to wherever he went and ignoring your protests, every day he would affectionately wrap his arm around your waist and whisper sweet-nothings to your ear as your cheeks go red. That was just the type of person he was – Oikawa was a very tender and a loving person, and he showed all of this through actions.
Not that you minded, of course. In fact, you actually liked it.
His touches were always so sweet and kind; he touched you as if you were a fragile glass that would break if handled wrongly – and you always appreciated his lovable touches. You were never quite a romantic person yourself, Oikawa was mainly the most affectionate person between the two of you, always showering you with cliché romance things you’d find in 80’s American movies, and always pulling you closer to him as he mutters compliments to you in a soft, gentle, voice. Oikawa had always been the better one at love.
He arrives from work at the same time; you hear a distinct ‘I’m home!’ from the living room and the slamming of the door. Turning off the faucet sink and wiping your hands with your apron, you scurry off to the living room only to be met with strong, familiar, arms. You immediately recognized this feeling – and you sighed deeply as you laced your arms around his neck and leaning up to give him a small kiss on the cheek. He gives you a loving smile before returning the kiss.
“Welcome home.” You hummed before letting go of him. “How was work?”
“Exhausting,” He sighs, and he lets you help him take off his coat. “But I thankfully made it through the day. Well… I wouldn’t have been able to do it if it weren’t for the help of my dear friend, Iwa-chan! He’s such a grumpy old man and he keeps yelling at me – I was about to fall asleep but then he smacked the back of my head and I was too afraid to fall back asleep again.” He pauses, and then continues. “So, I am very tired and worn out, but I am so glad that I am finally here with you.”
“Thank goodness for Iwaizumi then.” You laughed. “I made dinner, by the way – I think it’s still hot.”
“For me?” He grabs your hand and takes you to the kitchen with him, and surprisingly enough, you didn’t have any protests. Perhaps it was because you were too much in a pleasant of a mood to yell at him or maybe it was because you were too tired to lecture him. “Oh, you shouldn’t have!” He turns to you, grabs you by the waist and pulls you up as he kisses your cheeks. “You’re the best person, you know that? I adore you.”
“Yes, yes—” You silently prayed to yourself that Oikawa would not drop you. “Please, Tooru, put me down.”
He doesn’t even need to hear you say that twice. Carefully, he sets you back down on the floor, but his big grin is still there. “I’m sorry! I just got – I just got so carried away, you know? This is so sweet of you. I love it when you make me dinner, [Name]. Especially since your food tastes so delightful. You’re just – you’re just too good for me.” He places a kiss on both sides of your cheeks. “I am so lucky to have you.”
“Don’t be so dramatic,” You said, laughing again. “I make dinner for you every day.”
“And is it so wrong to appreciate that?” He points out.
“No. No, of course not.” You replied. “I just think that you’re making too much big of a deal, that’s all. But you’re Oikawa Tooru and you always make a big deal out of everything.”
“Was that an insult?”
Another chuckle. “Take it as you will. But I’m tired. Eat up, alright? I’ll be upstairs.”
“Can’t I just eat upstairs?” He whines. “I want to be with you!”
“You’re always with me.”
“Yes, and I love every moment of it!” He places his hands around your hips, giving you a small smile. “How about it, hmm? I eat upstairs with you and perhaps escalate things from th—”
“No. I don’t want ants in our bedroom, thank you very much.”
“Ah, well! I tried.”
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It was only natural for you to want to go out into the world to see it's wondrous features, not just visualize it from the words you read on paper. In those days, you felt as though life had no purpose.
The monotony of having a blue collar life made me feel like there was no hig
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sibling situations. oikawa tooru ( f!reader )
Your curling iron was missing, and you knew exactly who took it.
“Tooru!” You called, speed walking down the hall towards your brother’s room. This was the fifth time he’d snuck into your room while you were sleeping to retrieve your precious hair styling tool. As an older brother, he thought taking your things without asking should be considered a privilege.
You looked up to him. You really did-- but he never failed to send a vein bulging from your neck.
The door slammed open as you burst in. Eyes dangerously flickering to the adjoining bathroom in his room, you cleared your throat in an obnoxious manner and cut of
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dear you.||oikawa tooru
I'm fine, he'd often tell himself.
He wished time would stop for his selfish intentions, to say good bye properly.
Please smile for me more.
I still want you by my side.
Please.
Oikawa Tooru held on to the fact you'll be back to him.
Yet, holding on left more scars.
He didn't care how long,
How hard,
How impossible,
the simple idea is.
It feels like there's a hole inside me,
he laughed bitterly.
I wished I was with you more.
I wish you'd be back.
I wish you'd be with me again.
And,
I just wish,
you'd be alive for one last goodbye.
I don't care if I just have you for an hour, a minute or a second.
I just want to be with you
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In which Oikawa Tooru tries to woo you but fails.
He tried. Give him some credit. Also, I feel like the more I write ― the shittier it gets. Goodness! It can't be helped. But have a small fluff anyways. I've been receiving lots of complaints about how they hate me for writing angst, so I wrote fluff instead. This one is for you, hopeless romantics. :~) This is also my contribution for Oikawa's birthday which was like, a month ago or something. I am such a horrible person.
He tried. Give him some credit. Also, I feel like the more I write ― the shittier it gets. Goodness! It can't be helped. But have a small fluff anyways. I've been receiving lots of complaints about how they hate me for writing angst, so I wrote fluff instead. This one is for you, hopeless romantics. :~) This is also my contribution for Oikawa's birthday which was like, a month ago or something. I am such a horrible person.
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Oikawa is so darn smooth. Honestly, I never saw that coming xD