NOTES: aha reblogs are so cute :lipbite: please and thank you ;-;
━━ iwaizumi;
he doesn’t realize he’s falling in love until someone points it out to him — which surprisingly doesn’t take long. iwaizumi, who generally didn’t take time to learn random facts about people, knowing every little detail about you? strange.
“do you think y/n would appreciate it if I got these?” iwaizumi asked, squatting down to pick up a bag of your favorite candies. “they usually like these, but not really this brand.”
oikawa raised an eyebrow at his friend. he knew the two of you were dating, but he hadn’t realized iwaizumi had noted something like that. a smile worked at the corner of oikawa’s lips.
at the lack of his friend’s answer, iwaizumi turned to look at him. “why are you smiling? if you’d like me to buy you somethin’ too, go pick somethin’ out, damn.”
“hey, iwaizumi,” oikawa smiled again. “what is y/n’s favorite flower?”
“well, I got them- wait, why do you care?”
“you love them, don’t you?”
“n- uhm,” iwaizumi cleared his throat, setting the candies next to the register. “just let me buy my damn candy in peace.”
━━ oikawa;
oikawa thinks he’s been in love before. and he has, sure, but it’s never been like this. it’s almost painful; he just wants to tell you all the time, to climb to the highest point and yell it to every person in the world.
he was staring. he knew that, but he didn’t really care.
feeling eyes on you, you turned and flashed him a smile, asking him what was wrong. but he shook his head and smiled back. and he really was fine for the most part. just a little distracted.
“really?” you pressed. “something is on your mind, just tell me.”
oikawa shook his head once more. “can’t tell you yet. it’s top secret, shh.”
you narrowed your eyes at him playfully, but turned back around in your seat at the order of your teacher. his eyes never really left you though. it wasn’t in a creepy way — at least he hoped it wasn’t. he just likes to admire you.
he liked to imprint you into his mind, keeping you there long enough that he could imagine how you’d react when he finally felt bold enough to tell you the truth.
because he does love you, but he doesn’t know how to tell you that.
━━ kyotani;
he knows that he loves you when he starts to value your opinion. he wouldn’t give anyone else the time of day, so why does he always find himself thinking that your every word is like gospel?
“you love them.” oikawa stated simply, staring at him from across the table.
normally kyotani wouldn’t participate in the team’s adventures to restaurants after games, but you had plans, and he had nothing better to do.
“no, I don’t.” kyotani stated, glaring at oikawa.
oikawa’s lips curled up into a smile. he knew that he was right, that kyotani was wrong. but he also knew that he would never be able to talk sense into the other guy. not alone, anyway.
“really?” hanamaki asked, quirking a brow. “so you didn’t light up whenever you saw y/n at the game today? and you definitely didn’t start blushing when they complimented you after?”
kyotani blinked a few times, staring at the other people at the table. then he rolled his eyes, looking down at his plate, though he was just pushing his food around the plate.
“...shut up.” was all that he responded with, but he was starting to consider what they’d said.
━━ kenma;
the idea that he loves you starts small. and then the spark turns into a flame, though kenma still refuses to believe there’s a fire at all until it’s burning him.
kenma knew that this was in no way normal... but he couldn’t help it. he didn’t have a full-blown love for you, but he couldn’t help but think about you so often.
what started off a simple adoration had somehow turned into him thinking about you every second of every day. as if that wasn’t enough, everything reminded him of you.
video games had once been his escape from the rest of the world; a nice way to block out all of his problems. of course, he could never see you as a problem, but he hated this feeling. he wishes he could put a name on it.
however, that was short lived. even games that required his full focus and attention, there were things that reminded him of you.
it was frustrating, to say the least.
“kenma,” kuroo said, smiling at his friend. “I know you don’t wanna think about it, and you won’t admit it to yourself, but you love them. it’s kinda obvious.”
oh.
━━ atsumu;
he likes to think he can deny his feelings until the day that he’s six feet under, but he can’t. eventually he finds himself unable to shake the thought of you, and he thinks that is what is slowly going to kill him
the red lights of his alarm clock seemed to be mocking him. he knew that it was almost one in the morning, but it’s not like he could help it.
thoughts of you had been running rampant in his head all day. it was making him sick, he’s sure of it.
rather, the fact that he could never get sick of you is making him sick. and he hates that — because of all the people in the world, he was stuck on you, the person he didn’t know how to tell.
it was close to three in the morning whenever he finally decided enough was enough. he hoped you were asleep by now and that he could play this off in the morning whenever he was thinking more rationally.
after reaching for his phone, he took a deep breath, and opened his messages.
“hey do you think i can ask you smth? unless ur asleep i mean”
omg the haikyuu boys and their kids when they wakes them up ??? it was really so cute🥺 can you do the same with some other boys please if you dont mind
REACTING TO THEIR KID WAKING THEM UP PART II
⇢ includes: iwaizumi, sakusa, atsumu | PART I
⇢ genre//cw: fluff // timeskip spoilers (?)
⇢ wc~ 0,9K
a/n: of course bby ! GWAH i really love domestic haikyuu boys *sobs* @hvnlydmn bc two of your husbands are here jsjsjsjsjsjs
reblogs are highly appreciated <33
“Daddy…daddy!”
Your daughter whispers in Iwaizumi’s ear as she pulls lightly the collar of his shirt with her tiny fist. Your husband’s eyes fluttered open finding his little kid sitting on his lap and your sleeping body next to him on the couch. His hands rubs his sleepy eyes, adjusting to the light coming from the Tv playing the movie you were supposed to watch together, letting out a little groan.
“Didn’t mommy leave you nice and tucked in your bed sweetie?” Iwaizumi pats her head, smiling lovingly with half lidded eyes.
“Yes…”, her big eyes drift down as she crosses her arms over her small chest, huffing.
Iwaizumi can hear Oikawa whining about how his honorary niece was an exact copy of his best friend, and Iwaizumi chuckles recognizing the same look he gave to seijoh’s former captain on her daughter’s fragile features.
“What’s wrong lil’ princess?”
He rubs her back soothingly, but her dark brows remain furrowed, and her lips sealed.
“Want to sleep with mommy and daddy?“ he says softly before pulling the back of her head closer to place a chaste kiss on her hair but her small hands push his muscular chest back.
“ No”, she whines making the big man squint his eyes in confusion, “You forgot my goodnight kiss!”
The little girl says, putting her hands on her hips as she gives a grumpy look at her dad, who blinks a few times before making a sound.
“What?”, he says in between a yawn.
“Yes, you forgot!”
“No way!”
Iwaizumi chuckles, shaking his head in embarrassment as he picks her up, pecking her chubby cheeks and nuzzling his nose in her neck making your daughter explode in laughter on their way to her room.
“Daddy won’t forget again love, I promise”
Sakusa feels a pair of hands wandering in his wavy hair but his eyes remain shut, thinking they are your own. But when the small palms start squeezing his cheeks, the spiker’s eyes open.
“angel?” he mumbles, recognizing through his half-lidded eyes his daughter’s face, “Why aren’t you in your room?”
His large hands wrap his daughter’s, pulling them away from his face carefully.
“Can’t sleep, daddy.”
Sakusa rests on his elbows to have a better look at her daughter. His hand reaches for her face to brush her messy curls away, stroking her cheek lovingly and she leans in her dad’s touch, making your husband’s chest warm.
“And why is that honey?”
“ ‘m not tired!”
She looks at him with bright eyes, pulling the sheet covering the spiker’s body, enticing him to stand up. But Sakusa keeps caressing her head, holding one of her tiny palms on top of his chest.
“it’s late, angel, and daddy is tired―”, he says, voice charged with softness as he looks with sleepy eyes up at her.
“But I want to play!”
Sakusa frowns, wondering how she has so much energy after playing with the miya kids all afternoon. He looks at the clock, marking 3am before throwing his head back on the pillow, closing his eyes.
“You need to sleep too, honey”, he says making the girl pout and wear puppy eyes.
“Pleaseeeeee”
He notices how weak he is for her, but he doesn’t mind. He moves to the edge of the bed, dropping his legs on the floor, yawning quietly. Your daughter smiles before hugging his neck tightly, chanting a billion of thank yous against his ear, making Sakusa giggle as he returns the hug.
“Just 10 minutes, angel face. But that little pout won’t work next time, okay?”
“I see you baby doll”
Atsumu mumbles half-asleep with a hoarse voice, one of his brown eyes fluttering open to catch her daughter’s amber eyes peaking from the door. Her little hands push the door before walking in with a quick pace to the bed.
“Come here baby” he says, and the little girl starts crawling onto the bed with difficulty, plastering a loving grin on his face.
She swallows a sniffle when she finally sits on the mattress, placing a fox plushie between her legs driving Atsumu’s attention immediately.
“Are you okay doll?” he asks, face resting on his hand giving her a soothing smile as he reaches out for her own, enveloping it in a tender warmth.
Her mouth remains closed as her free hand brushes away a silent tear rolling down her cheek that had Atsumu instantly sitting straight on the bed.
“Hey, pretty, don’t cry.”, his voice is filled with sincerity as he gently picks her up and settles her small legs on top of his thigh. “Daddy will protect ya. You know that, right?”
“Y-Yes”
He lifts her up, placing her on his shoulder, tracing soothing motion along the small of her back.
“Just close yer eyes doll, I’m here.”
“sorry for waking you up daddy”, Atsumu sees from the corner of his eye how her cheek is squished against his shoulder, the sight of it making his heart melt.
“shhh, baby”
He says before pressing a long kiss against her hair as her breathing slows down, falling sleep in the safety of her dad’s strong arms. Atsumu catches your loving gaze upon them and shoots you a smug grin.
cw: fluff, long fic, milf reader and timeskip atsumu, nsfw (breeding kink, spit kink, nipple play, female receiving oral, kissing, biting and marking, finger sucking, jaw grabbing, unprotected sex, creampie, age gap (28/24), hair pulling, finger marks, cunt slap), use of mummy by readers son and mentions of cheating
word count: 8700+
a/n: please dont ask about the word count, i’m on crack.
information: MILF collab by @ultimate-astridwriting
summary: in which atsumu meets his new neighbour and an unlikely relationship occurs until finally he gives into the temptation
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The moving vans piled into the driveway, the way the sound of men seemed to encompass the street. It was unusual to have anybody under the age of 30 living on the street apart from of course you and your son. But as you were going through the garage with your son playing in the front garden it seemed to be an unexpected surprise for the two of you. A shock more than anything else when you saw the house become filled with items upon items, it was a much larger house then your own.
But the man who seemed to be walking inside seemed to lead no children or wife, only the delivery men. Your son watched as he dropped the football he was playing with ready to kick it right at the owner of the house. You weren’t paying attention to him, as you dismissed your new neighbour who was most likely renting the place out.
You turned walking back into the kitchen as you went to take out the cupcakes you had made, it was a special treat for your son after getting through another week of school. How could you not resist giving him something, he deserved it, hell you deserved it for finally being free and on a long weekend.
As you took the cupcakes out of the oven, putting them on a rack to cool down. You took one halving it for your son to have as well, just as you stepped out into the sun, you saw your son kick the football right into the side of the mysterious new occupant. “AKIRA,” both your son and the man froze after hearing you shout, you ran up to him as the man held the ball in his hands.
“What did I say about kicking balls at people, go apologise….” Before you could make him go through a walk of shame to the man, he had come up towards the both of you. Hand clasped around the ball, he was wearing a hoodie which looked to have his name on it and some shorts most likely to not drown in sweat in the spring heat.
He passed the ball back as he got on his knees towards your son, “no worries little man, ya like football?”
Akira looked up at you as you nodded, hand on his shoulder to tell him to speak, “it’s okay…”
“Volleyball is so much cooler, ya know how to play?” Your son shook his head as the mysterious man looked up towards you.
His hair was clearly dyed and as he stood up he towered in front of the two of you, “damn has yer sister not taught ya anythin’.”
“Mother…” you interrupted the mysterious man's words. “I’m his mother…”
He nodded still possible not getting over the fact that you looked so young to be this child’s mother, he turned to face your son once again as he spoke, “I’ll teach ya if yer mother wants, I playe’ in the Olympics…”
“You did?” Both you and your son said with the same expression, one of utter shock.
The man scratched the back of his neck as he nodded to both of you, “ya ‘m a setter, and now yer new neighbour, Atsumu Miya.”
He put his hand out as he introduced himself. You took it upon yourself, “y/n y/l/n and this is my son…”
“Akira y/l/n…” he squealed out as he never thought he’d meet someone who had played for Japan at the Olympics. He jumped to catch Atsumu’s hand as he almost dragged Atsumu down, you held your son giving him a look as you rolled your eyes.
“Why don’t you bring a cupcake for Mr Miya to eat?” He happily nodded as he took the cupcake you gave him and ate away at it. “I’m sorry about him…he can get excited.”
“No worries ya can call me Atsumu, no need for formalities,” he smiled as you nodded at him, “if ya wante’ i finish practice early tomorrow, obviously ya don’t know me but you could bring ya son over and I can teach him how to play…”
Atsumu avoided facing you, yeah you were pretty and from what he could see from your left hand no ring. But that didn’t mean you weren’t taken or that you’d even let this random stranger teach their son volleyball.
“I…” before you could say anything your son came through with two cupcakes, passing one to you as he brought one to Atsumu.
“Mummy please can we go?” He looked at you softly as he ate the cupcake, his hair fell to the sides of his head as the dinosaur t shirt and shorts he wore with grazed knees made him look even more younger and softer than he was.
Atsumu chuckled as he bit into the cupcake savouring at the taste. You were good at baking, he had to hand it to you, “as long as Atsumu is not busy then…”
He hadn’t been paying attention to the conversation between you and your son as the two of you turned to face the man. Crumbs of the chocolate cupcake encased his lips as he licked them before swallowing the cupcake, “’m not, I finish at 4 if the two of ya want to swing by.”
Your son became giddy at the idea of trying a different sport apart from football, you knew he didn’t enjoy it as much but maybe your new neighbour could help to teach him something else. “Atsumu where do you want the rest of the stuff?”
You both heard shouting from inside the house, he shouted back to leave it by the entrance, “it’s a big house for one person?”
“It’s an investment…” he shrugged as you nodded, Akira still staring up at Atsumu.
Akira pulled at your sleeve as you looked down at your son with soft eyes, “yes darling.”
“Can you google him; I want to see him play?” You chuckled as you could see Atsumu turn away probably out of embarrassment of your son wanting to see him play. As you searched on youtube for the man playing volleyball, you bent down showing it to your son, you watched as Atsumu was on the court with some other players. How he served the ball up and in an instant it was spiked right down on the other end.
“Mummy that’s so cool, did you see that mummy? It went whoosh…” you son mimicked as you couldn’t help but stare up at the man who had put his hands in his pockets.
You grabbed your son up, carrying him on your waist as he was finally able to meet Atsumu’s height, “you’re really good, isn’t he?”
“Mummy he’s so good, he threw it and that man smashed it down.” He gestured, hitting Atsumu’s shoulder as his arm flung down. Both chuckling at least you knew your neighbour wasn’t lying about his occupation.
Atsumu ate the last of the cupcake as you noticed how his eyeline had gone inside the house where most of the cupcakes were. “I can give you some if you want?”
“I wouldn’ wanna take them away from Akira,” he scratched the back of his neck even after you chuckled at the man, you gestured from him to wait there.
“Come on ‘Kira let’s get Atsumu some cupcakes…” he watched you both go inside the house as Osamu came outside from helping the delivery men.
He hit his twins shoulder as he rolled his eyes, “I know yer not trying to get with yer neighbour already whilst ’m moving ya shit in yer house”
“Oh shut it, she has a son, he wants to play volleyball,” Atsumu spoke as Osamu shrugged, “she’s bringin’ food.”
“Maybe ya should keep speakin’ to her,” Osamu spoke eagerly knowing that he was going to get some food from this mysterious woman.
As you and Akira stepped outside with the cupcakes in hand, you were met by the sight of his presumed twin, “mummy look there's two of them.” Akira pointed out as you chuckled getting to pass two more cupcakes from the two men.
“This is ma brother Osamu,” Osamu waved as he took the cupcake happily, already digging into it.
Atsumu smiled watching the interaction with your son and his brother as he turned to face you, “I can give ya my number and send the address to where practices is?”
“Yeah of course,” as Atsumu put his number into your phone, you gave it a call, so that he could have your own. The sun had begun to sweat and you could already tell that Atsumu would have a long night unpacking himself, “Akira why don’t you say bye to Atsumu and Osamu and get ready for dinner.”
Your son nodded as he waved a goodbye to the two men, happily going back into the house. “We’ll see you tomorrow,” your voice was filled with warmth as you waved goodbye.
Atsumu and Osamu watching you leave into your house, “ya think she's single?”
“You’re gross,” Osamu muttered hitting the top of Atsumu’s head as they walked towards the house, “the cupcakes were nice.”
Atsumu spent the rest of the evening sorting his own house out, easily moving everything to where he wanted it to be. It was an empty house for an even lonelier man.
The next day seemed to come quickly as you and your son began the journey to the gym where Atsumu’s team held their practices. The text had spoken of how practice had finished early and that his friend would be there to help as well.
Akira seemed happier than normal as he sat eagerly shouting and grinning at how excited he was, “I watched more videos of Atsumu mummy, and he’s so good.”
Your son eagerly praised as you looked out of the windows to the sign for the gym, looking around to find Atsumu waiting outside. He looked to have been pacing around the entrance, staring at his phone. The black shorts and black shirt which looked to be his uniform and a jacket with his surname on the back moved through the wind.
Akira easily undid his seat belt waiting for you to open his door as he eagerly stared at the fake blond. Atsumu saw you step out and open Akira’s door, as he eagerly waved at the man, you grabbed his backpack which he gestured to carry as you held his hand locking your car.
Atsumu smiled as just as you both crossed the road, Akira let go of your hand and jumped onto Atsumu. You knew your son was eager, it was pretty obvious from the way he had spoken highly of your new neighbour all morning. But you almost felt bad for the man who had lifted your son up onto his hip. “Ya haven’ been troubling yer mother have ya?” your son chuckles as he shakes his head, Atsumu watching as you gave a small smile at their interaction.
They both start walking in as you followed beside them both, going through the entrance without any trouble. You had been anxious that Atsumu had promised too much for your son, already having prepared alternative plans if this fell through. Your worries settled as Atsumu took you both into the main gym, it seemed to be empty as early practice led to the men already having left. Except the three who seemed to still be practicing, “yah sorry about those three they wanted ta help.”
“It’s fine, Akira seems to like them already,” you pointed out, seeing how your son watched the way the man with black and grey hair jumped up to spike the ball down.
“Mum, it's him, it’s the man who we saw this morning,” your son shouted as the three men turned to see the little boy jumping out of Atsumu’s arms and running up to the men. The orange haired boy instinctively ran up to him as well as he crouched down to meet your son. “My mum showed me you all last night,” the man who had spiked the ball crouched down to your son as well as the other man wore his mask and followed.
“Your mum has great taste,” the orange haired man said as both you and Atsumu followed your son. The orange haired man stood up to meet your eyeline as your son pulled on Atsumu’s jacket to meet everybody’s eyeline.
Atsumu carried him once again as introductions occurred, “so you’re the woman who has these amazing cupcakes we’ve heard about.”
Hinata chuckled as Atsumu’s eyes widened, you gave a soft laugh as you gestured for Akira to open his backup up, “we bought you some if you guys wanted them?”
The four men’s eyes lit up, even Sakusa who you had learnt didn’t like crowded spaces. He watched how your son pushed the container of cupcakes out for them all to take. “Tsum Tsum you should bring them more often,” Bokuto had stuffed his face with a cupcake as Sakusa gave a look of disgust at how crumbs went across Bokuto’s mouth.
“Tsum Tsum,” your son repeated as he looked at the man, “can I call you that?”
“Akira…” you muttered lowly as Atsumu nodded.
He gave a small smile to you before speaking himself, “o’ve course ya can, little man, come on why don’t we give ya mum yer bag and we can teach ya sum stuff.”
Akira’s face brightened as soon as he heard Atsumu’s words, passing you his bag and coat as you had made him wear some shorts and shirt earlier in the day. Sakusa pointed to where you could stand and watch, smiling and bowing your head in thanks as you walked towards the side. They were a lively group of men, you watched how Bokuto showed him how to spike the ball and how Hinata and Sakusa went to the other side to receive it. The net seemed to have been lowered allowing your son to jump as high as he could without missing the top of the net.
It was a moment that you knew he’d treasure, as Hinata and Sakusa were showing him how to receive from Bokuto’s spikes. Atsumu walked up towards you with a cheer, “he seems to be enjoyin’ himself.”
“Yeah…I cant thank you enough for this, it means a lot for the both of us,” Atsumu looked at you with a happy smile as another bright idea came to mind.
“Wanna join?”
Your eyebrows raised as you stared at the man, “I wouldn’t want to embarrass myself even trying.”
“I’ll get ya to play with me one day,” it was a proposition as you smiled at the man. He continued to speak to you as you both watched from the side-lines, your son giving a happy hey, hey, hey every time he spiked the ball down.
Your phone began to ring after an hour of playing, already knowing who the number was as you excused yourself to take it. “You didn’t say you were coming to spend time with Akira…you need to call at least…whatever we’ll be home in an hour…yes you can wait.”
You hung up the phone as Atsumu raised an eyebrow, “who was that?”
“Akira’s dad,” you mumbled anxiously.
“Is he…”
You already knew what he was going to say, it was pretty obvious from his gesture and tilted head, “we’re not together anymore…we divorced 6 years ago.”
“Ya married young then?” he was trying to not be invasive, but he did want to know more about you and Akira.
You nodded softly as you knew you and Akira would both have to go home soon, “we better get out of your hair though, you guys must want to practice.”
You began walking onto the court, Akira jumping out of Bokuto’s arms and into your own, “come on Akira, your dad wants to take you out we better get going,” your son whined as he spoke.
“Can I get a picture to show my friends, pleaseeee?” You chuckled as you looked at the four men who agreed.
The three of them stood with their backs partially arched as Akira and Atsumu kneeled at the front, you took a couple of phones which you already knew Akira would want framed somewhere, before you continued to speak, “you know what to say?”
The four men stood in a line as Akira let go of you and looked up at them, “thank you for teaching me how to play, and thank you Tsum Tsum for inviting me and my mum.”
The men smiled at the man as the boy ran back to you shyly after speaking so freely, “I’ll walk you both out.”
You said goodbye to the other three as Atsumu held Akira’s hand and you held his other, walking out together. “Thanks again, it meant a lot to Akira,” Atsumu helped Akira into the car as he nodded at you.
“No problem…and if ya ever wanna come again, little man then just come knockin’,” you smiled at their interaction and before Atsumu could close the door, Akira proposed another idea.
“Can I ask him?” You gave a questioning look as you were unaware of your son's next words, nodding at him instead, “can…can you come watch me play football?”
Atsumu looked over to you, waiting to see if you’d say anything but instead you smiled at him, “I’d love to come and watch ya play, but just remember volleyball is a lot better, kay.”
Akira giggled as Atsumu ruffled his hair before closing the door, you looked at him softly giving him another look of thanks. Atsumu didn’t know the position you and your son were in; he didn’t know if your ex-husband would even be at the game. But he didn’t care, he liked spending time with your son, he liked seeing you smile even more.
Two weeks had passed since you had met your neighbour, most nights you had offered him dinner if he came home late. Which was often, having a sort of family dinner, even if Akira was half asleep as you and Atsumu ate food. On the days that Atsumu did come home early, he had set up a volleyball net in his back garden, playing with your son as you made dinner for the three of you. Atsumu had relied on taking away or forcing his brother to make him food, but having you and your son around him didn’t make him as lonely as he had first thought when he moved in.
Atsumu knocked at your door on Friday morning, your son opened the door inviting him in. As you were in a hurry with breakfast and grabbing your son's football boots and kit. “Need any help?” Atsumu asked as he looked through the door of the living room, he did like your house a lot. Pictures of you and your son scattered around the room, ones of your son and his cousin and he assumed that the one with the man and your son was your ex-husband.
“Could you help Akira fill his water bottle up?” You mumbled with toast still being chewed, Atsumu stared at your form, however.
He would sometimes forget you were a mother, being only 4 years older than him. You had experienced stuff he hadn’t, of course he wanted a family one day, but you were already living through one. You had your son, and he couldn’t lie and say that spending every night eating dinner with you or both you and son hadn’t made him believe he had joined your little family.
He walked towards your son, he looked cheerly at the man as Atsumu helped him fill his water bottle up. You ran up the stairs as you grabbed both yours and Akira’s coats, and some food that he might want to eat on the way as well. “Akira show Atsumu the snacks, tell him to take what he wants,” you shouted from on top of the stairs.
Akira nodded, taking Atsumu’s jacket sleeve and showing him to a cupboard with snacks, “Tsum Tsum?” Akira asked softly as Atsumu was rummaging through the boxes, he couldn’t lie and say it didn’t look like a corner shop in the cupboard.
“Yeah…”
Akira's voice was soft as he spoke, “are you going to leave us?”
Atsumu froze as he met your son's eyeline, he may have only known you for two week, but spending time with you and your son every day. He should’ve known your son would have become accustomed to it, “I won’t.”
Akira nodded, putting a smile on as he opened the bag for Atsumu to put food in it. Atsumu gladly did as you came down the stairs, phone in hand as you seemed to be on a call with someone. “I’ll put these in my car,” Atsumu spoke as you nodded, Akira following the blond. You seemed to be pissed at whatever you were hearing and Atsumu knew it better to start putting Akira and his bag in the car.
“It’s his choice…I didn’t say anything, you should know Akira…He’s your son, I don’t want him to do something he hates, okay?...I have to go…you’re not even going to be there…bye.” Atsumu heard the last part as you hadn’t noticed the man’s arrival, you rubbed your eyes slowly before turning around and smiling at him. “We ready?”
Atsumu nodded as you locked the house up and joined Atsumu, Akira had begun talking to Atsumu about how he wanted to learn how to spike sideways like Bokuto had done. More conversations about volleyball occurred as you seemed to still be stressed over whoever you were on call with.
As Atsumu rounded into the pitch, Akira gave a sigh as he undid his seat belt and waited for the door to open up. “Don’t sigh Kira,” you muttered as Atsumu took Akira and held his hand, you following with his bag.
“I don’t like football anymore though…” both you and Atsumu gave your son a look before you spoke.
“I know but can we talk about this after the game, please for me?” You smiled at your son, it was the last game of the term and once he got through it then he’d never have to do it again if he didn’t want to.
Akira nodded as he took his coat off and let go of Atsumu’s hand, running to his group of friends. “He doesn’ want to play anymore?” Atsumu took his bag from your hands as you both stood on the side-lines.
Nodding, “he was telling me this morning how he wants to play volleyball now.”
“Ya don’t want him too,” Atsumu questioned.
Shaking your head you looked at him softly, he had done so much for you and your son and he wouldn’t even know. Akira had become a lot more boisterous, and you could see a glimmer of happiness whenever he saw Atsumu’s car pull up into his driveway. “It's not that, I want him to do whatever he wants to do…I just need to persuade his dad…that’s all.”
Atsumu didn’t ask anything else, he didn’t want to bring up any pent-up emotion you had to your ex instead he turned to watch the game. Akira played the game decently, but Atsumu had never seen such unenthusiasm for a sport than what Akira was giving to kicking the ball. Everyday he had spent watching your son spike and set the ball up with such enthusiasm but here he was not able to even kick the ball.
“I guess I better sign him up to the volleyball team,” you mumble as the corner of your lip arched upwards. Akira was stubborn and he got it from you, but Atsumu couldn’t help but smile at your words. He could help Akira play; he could teach him different things and most of all he could spend more time with you.
“He’ll fit in straight away,” Atsumu smiled back at you.
Your eyes flicked onto his form, he was handsome, beautiful even, his light blond hair, bright eyes, happy grin whenever Akira did put effort into the game. He was handsome but so so…young, even if it was 4 years, you were a divorced single mother. He played in a division one volleyball team and had so much going for him; you dismissed any idea of being more than friends with the man as you both continued to watch the game play out instead.
“Tsum Tsum was I good?” Akira gave a smirk at you waiting to hear the reply that would persuade you into letting him join the Volleyball club instead.
You rolled your eyes as Atsumu played along with your son's idea, “ya were soooo bad ‘Kira, what was that? Even yer mother could play better than that.”
“See mummy even Tsum Tsum thinks I shout play a different sport,” you chuckled at your son, passing him some water and ruffling his hair.
“You can join…I won't stop you.” Akira hugged you as he looked up at you happily before hugging Atsumu as well, thanking him for playing along with Akira’s plan.
Akira turned to go back to his friends as some of them began pointing at Atsumu, “seems like you have a fanbase.” You had leaned into Atsumu’s side on instinct and he hadn’t questioned it as he scratched the back of his head lightly.
“My fans already think I ‘ave a secret son,” he pointed out as he had been spotted carrying your son throughout the two weeks.
You chuckled as you didn’t have enough time to be social media aware, “you’re more of a father to Akira than his real one has ever been.”
Atsumu didn’t question your comment, instead relishing in the fact that you somehow considered him to be a part of the family, a part of your daily life as well.
As Akira introduced his friends to the volleyball player, you knew you were going to get an earful from your ex very soon. Atsumu offered to take photos with them all, even Akira had asked for another one with the blond, you took it before the three of you left to go back to the car. Akira a lot happier than he had been when you had first arrived with him, “Tsum Tsum do you have a girlfriend?”
You froze as you did his seatbelt up, Atsumu having stood beside you holding the door open, you turned to him giving him a look that he did not need to answer. “We don’t ask people that Akira…”
“No, it's fine, I don’t...volleyball takes up a lot of ma time,” Akira nodded as he watched you close the door on him.
“I apologise for him; he shouldn’t have asked…”
Atsumu interrupted once again as he looked down at you softly, “why go on date in ma spare time, when I ‘ave got you and Akira to spend time with?” You don’t meet his eyeline as you cant help but get flushed at his comment, he had been so close to you. You could almost feel his breath against you but as soon as he spoke he left to open your door for you.
You didn’t speak throughout the journey home, instead listening to whatever Akira and Atsumu were rambling on about. He had so much going for him; he wasn’t going to spend everyday playing volleyball with your son…he would leave and hopefully have his own family. He had easily befriended your son, easily came into your life but he could leave just as easily as well.
Akira was the first to run into the house, running to go have a shower as you went to go lie some clothes down for him. You saw Atsumu give you a smile as he locked his car walking up into his own driveway, he hated spending time in the house. Hated how lonely he felt whilst the people who he had felt drawn too were next door. “We’re having chutoro sushi tonight, “ you called out as he smiled at you nodding.
He hadn’t even said anything, but you still managed to call out his favourite food, it was as if he had a place in your home. He walked into the house, grabbing his stuff for practice before leaving back into the spring weather. He could hear your son shouting at some tv show he was watching as you told him to quieten down through the open window. An unknown familiarity that encased your warm house always seemed to be welcoming the blond in.
As soon as school had started once again for your son it had become harder for Atsumu to teach him with the new year having approached. The three of you sat at the dinner table as you smiled at how your son spoke of the volleyball team he had joined at his school, “there’s this really tall guy Tsum Tsum, he’s so tall.”
“I’m glad yer makin’ friends Kira,” Atsumu smiled as your son continued to ramble about how they had started teaching receiving and he had been told he was the best in his class.
You chuckled as Atsumu couldn’t help but feel praised that he was able to hear your son talk, but even more than he had influenced your son to join the team. “It’s so fun, they said that if we wanted too we could bring our parents to come and watch on Friday…can you come too?”
Atsumu smiled at your son as he ruffled his hair, “course I’ll come, gotta show them how ta really play.” Your son chuckled as they helped to start taking the dishes into the kitchen for you to wash.
Putting the plates on the side, Akira used the stool to sit beside the rack as he grabbed the towel to dry it all for Atsumu to put away. It had been a system you had become accustomed to and it brought a familiar warmth that even after these weeks, Atsumu had remained by you and your son's side.
“Mummy why can't you come with us on Saturday?” Akira asked you as you had suds of soap across his arms.
“I have to work Kira, you have to be good for Atsumu though, promise?”
Akira puts his pinky out as you put your own, he laughs as suds of soap go onto his own finger as well. You continued to wash the dishes as Atsumu had thought about the exchange, he had offered to take your son out for the day seeing as you had been needed for a meeting with a client. He could never resist spending the day with your son and hopefully helping you out, the two of you had spent many late nights together. Often relaxing by the tv whilst your son slept, always finding you passed out on his chest within half an hour.
You never spoke of the night events, only smiling at him whenever you saw him the next day. It was a routine that you refused to give answers too. Just as Akira wiped the last dish to pass to Atsumu, you all heard the doorbell as you gave a weary look of who it was. “I’ll get it,” Atsumu said as Akira followed behind him, he held onto the end of Atsumu’s shirt as you put the leftovers into the fridge.
“Mummy look…” your son had grabbed onto your hand as he dragged you to the front door. Your eyes widened as you saw an unexpected visitor.
Atsumu and your ex remained staring at one another as you finally spoke up, “what are you doing here?”
“Whose this?” He avoided your question as Atsumu remained at the door, he was almost looking down at your ex and preventing him from entering your home. Akira stood behind Atsumu’s leg as he didn’t look up to see his father.
“My neighbour, now what are you doing here?” You muttered crossing your arms as you stood your ground to the man in front of you.
Your ex put his phone up where you saw the email he had gotten from the school about changing to volleyball, “you let him change without even telling me.”
“You came all the way here because of a stupid email…not to see your bloody son,” Atsumu had felt fear run through him, your calm and collected words were filled with such fury as even Akira tensed.
Your ex barged past Atsumu as he moved towards you instead, “we said we’d consult one another before doing these changes.”
You looked at Atsumu and Akira as you knew a shouting match was going to occur and didn’t want either to hear it, “Atsumu take Akira into your garden.”
“Are you…” Atsumu stopped as he saw you nod, going with your son as your son gave a look of distress himself over the situation.
You both watched them leave before you spoke, “if Akira didn’t want to play anymore, he didn’t want to play.”
“Is it him?” Your ex pointed at Atsumu who he recognised as a volleyball player, “you fucking that stupid boy and he instantly gets to dictate what my son does.”
You chuckle at the pronoun used, “your son, you must be fucking joking if you think Akira thinks of you as a father. Atsumu had been more of a father in the past month than you have in 6 fucking years…you cheated on me…you left me for three years with a child and not that you came back you think you can control his life.”
Your ex paused as he heard the words he never wanted to acknowledge, “you’ve made my son believe me to be the threat when you’re the one he should be worried about. You’ve always been stupid its why I married you in the first place to get a son from you. You’re worthless Y/n, utterly worthless I wouldn’t be surprised if that boy toy of yours leaves you just as I did.”
“Get out!”
“No, because if you’re going to shout at me so am I. He’s young you stupid bitch, you don’t think what you have here is permanent. It's not, he’ll leave you for someone younger, who would want some old woman with a child. Nobody, I’m glad I fucking cheated on you.”
Your jaw clenched as your eyes became glossed, you weren’t emotional. You had become strong since the day you had seen your ex fucking some girl in your bed. You were about to speak when a familiar figure met you at the door instead, “ya need to leave.”
“Oh so your toy does speak Y/n, you’d be better of getting your dick wet somewhere else than here.” Atsumu’s jaw clenched as his knuckles became white from the comment.
“Leave…before I break yer face,” his voice was calm as your ex left without a goodbye to your son. Akira had run back into the house, with what looked like Atsumu’s twin in tow, in an instant Akira hugged you.
Hugging him back as Atsumu and Osamu gave a small smile to one another, “hey Akira, why don’t we get ya ready for bed?” Osamu spoke softly as he knew both you and Atsumu would need to talk.
Akira nodded as he squished your face before showing Osamu to his room, “are ya okay?” Atsumu whispered as he didn’t know what else to say.
He felt your arms wrap around his body as you sobbed into his chest. Putting his chin on top of your head he held you as he just wanted to bring you comfort. “Am I…am I someone who deserves to be cheated on…do I des…”
Atsumu stopped you as he held your face in his hands, “Y/n what the fuck? Ya don’t deserve any of this, yer stupid fuckin’ cunt of an ex deserves to rot in hell…” he didn’t know if he should eve mutter his next words. But against his judgement he did, “I would never cheat on ya…yer smart and have yer life together, hell ya ‘ave it all and yer so god damn gorgeous that anybody who does cheat on ya never deserved ya in the first place.”
You held onto him tighter after hearing his words a mix of emotions washed over you. Before you could even go over them, Osamu and your son both came downstairs. “Goodnight mummy, Osamu said Tsum Tsum will protect us from him, so don’t worry.”
You smiled at him as you ruffled his hair and gave a soft kiss on the cheek. He smiled as Osamu offered to get him to bed, which you happily obliged him too. Atsumu followed as they both came back down the stairs within a couple of minutes. “Passed out as soon as he hit the bed,” you nodded at Atsumu as Osamu had already left with a goodbye.
“What Samu said is right?” you watched him sit beside you as you didn’t question what he was on about, instead focusing on the night sky. “I’ll protect you both, I don’t care if he hurts me.”
“Why?” You softly whispered, hand grabbing onto his arm as he turned to meet your gaze.
Atsumu couldn’t help but put his hand on your cheek, watching how you tried to turn away from his gaze. “I told you…” he moved closer as his other hand went to your thigh. “You and Akira…deserve the world.”
He looks down at your lips as you nod softly, feeling him close the gap as your own hands moved into his locks of hair. His tongue swept across your lip as it divulged past your own, he grabbed onto your hips pushing you onto his waist as he held you close. You both hadn’t spoken a word through the exchange, instead moaning softly as you rolled your hips against his joggers.
He moaned loudly as his hands moved to the bottom of your shirt, just as you parted he slipped the shirt off. Holding onto your face with his own hand, tongue brushing against your lips as he couldn’t help but look down at your body, “so beautiful…”
His mouth moved to your neck as he discarded the shirt to the ground, your own hands moved under his shirt as you moaned his name softly, “Atsumu,” your breathing was heavy as he left littered marks against your skin.
“I’ve wanted ya…” he kisses your lips softly, “for so long.”
You pull his shirt over his head as your hands trail the distinct lines of muscle across his chest. He was perfect in every way, your eyes flashed to his own. Filled with warmth as your arms wrapped around his neck, “I want you too.”
It was a soft whisper as he grabbed your thighs to carry you up the stairs. Soft kisses as he held you up until kicking your door open, he dropped you down onto your bed as he went to close the door to make sure your son couldn’t hear anything.
He watched you softly as he leant his head against the door, his body arching as his chest heaved. Your bottoms had slipped off as you kneeled for him, watching as he finally met your eyeline, he grinned as he slowly moved his own joggers out. Before kneeling onto the bed himself, he brought your face in his palms as he forced you to look up to him, “ya want me to fuck you?”
About to nod his hand grabbed your jaw tighter, “use yer words.”
“I want…I want you Atsumu,” you murmured up to him, he looked down at you, you looked so pretty as he kneeled on the bed. So small, valuable, pure for him, he guided your mouth to open up as he looked into your eyes.
“All of me,” he whispered as you nodded. A build of spit was heard as he felt the spit form in his mouth before letting it fall down your mouth. Your head tilted to allow for it to trickle down your throat, it was warm and mixed with your own spit as he watched you swallow it as soon as it hit the back of your throat, “ya gonna be good for me.”
“Yes…please I need…you.”
Your voice was broken as he let go of your jaw pushing your body down onto the soft white sheets. He’d never been in your room before, but even in the dark he could tell it was home, his hand moved to unclip your bra as his other worked on sliding your underwear down to the ground. Your back arched as his mouth trailed across your thighs before his tongue left a long stripe up towards your clit.
“Already wet for ma, ya want me that badly,” your moans filled the room as he felt intoxicated with the way your thighs wrapped around his neck. His warm breath grazed against your clit before his fingers moved back and forth to get a build up of slick. “Ya want me?”
“Ple…please Tsumu I…I want you,” his fingers moved to stuff themselves in your mouth as you began to suck on them. He chuckled lightly at how eager you were, his tongue gliding across your clit down to your cunt. He felt himself grow hard just from having your thighs pressed against his neck.
Your hands moved to his hair, pushing him down as you groaned through his fingers. Drool and spit dripping down the corners of your mouth as Atsumu’s tongue moved into your cunt, his tongue moving through your cunt as he felt your legs tense, he didn’t care as your moans felt like music to his ears.
“Fu…fuck…Tsumu please…more,” your voice was shaky as you spoke through his fingers, it felt more like gargles than anything else, but the sound still intoxicated him. He moved his hands away from you, holding onto your thighs instead as he spread your legs wider to gain more access for his tongue.
Drool and slick stuck to his mouth as he looked up at your body, your hand against your mouth as you tried to suppress your moans. He didn’t like you hiding it, giving your cunt a slap as you jolted with a loud moan that would most likely have been heard by someone in any other room. “Don’t hide ya moans,” he felt your hands go back into his hair as you gave a drooled smile.
Mouth divulging back into your sloppy cunt as his tongue lapped between your walls, he heard you give another moan of his name. His own pace increased as he swirled his tongue through your slick coated cunt. “I…I…need cum…” he loved how fucked you were just from his mouth, how your legs tried to clamp down on his neck, but he kept them spread for him to devour you.
“No…not yet…” he murmured as his tongue circled your clit back down to your cunt. He felt your legs twitch as he knew you were close, “wa…wait…” he whispered continuing to want to taste you for a little bit longer.
He saw you moan and push his head closer to your cunt before you felt the coil that had wrapped up in your stomach snap, white gushing out of your folds and landing right into Atsumu’s mouth. He sucked and licked at the cum as he devoured at your cum, he was hungry, hungry to have more of you.
He licked his lips as he finally met your eye, the way your chest heaved as you felt his fingers push the remaining cum back into your folds. “I want ya…” he muttered as he saw how you tried to lift yourself up with your elbows.
Your hair was dishevelled as he watched you grab his hands before bringing your arms around his neck. Kissing him softly as his eyes brought him back to reality, you were underneath him, giving yourself to him freely and all he could see was you. How pretty you looked, with those soft eyes of yours. “Have me all…” you trailed off as you kissed him once again.
He flipped you over as your back was facing him, breasts pushed against the bed as your cum leaked from your cunt. He took his boxers off, palming himself as pre cum helped to lube his cock up, he grabbed a fistful of your hair, wrapping it around his hand as he brought your body up to his body. His cock slid past your clit as he teased at your cunt, “I’ll fuck another baby into you,” you moaned loudly as his cock moved into your cunt.
Feeling your cunt clench against the sheer size of him, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, as he kept your body pressed against his own, his other hand moving to play with your nipples. Flicking between the hard tit as your neck tilted against his chest at how he moved back and forth into you.
Each time the pace getting quicker as he divulged into your harder, hitting each spot of your cunt every time. His mouth trailed kisses against your neck as he continued to fuck into you, “fuck…fuck please…f…fuck.”
“I…I want t..to give you an…another baby…I wa…want my babies…in ya…” Atsumu’s voice was breathless at each thrust into you, he wanted to see you have his babies. He wanted Akira to have a brother, he wanted to be with you. He wanted to be the father figure your son deserved, and as he kissed against your already bruised neck. His mind was going to nothing but how he wanted to be there for you and your son.
You mumbled incoherent words as you felt him hit the back of your cervix, his eyes flashing to just how beautiful you were. Your rolled back eyes, the sly moans that encased your wet mouth, the way your tits bounced as he thrusted into you, even the stretch marks against your sides and thighs from having carried a baby.
You had it all, you were perfect, “I wan…want ya not jus…just tonight…I want ya forever…”
Your eyes opened up as he kissed into your neck, hiding his face to hide the flustered look he had. You smiled at him softly, hand moving into his hair as you played with it softly, “I wan…want you…God…I want you…too.”
It was all he needed to hear as he let go of your hair, pushing you back down on your front as he watched you arch your back for him to fuck into you. His legs between your own as he pushed your head down into the mattress, “Fuck…fuck Y/n.”
Both your moans filled the room and you had forgotten about your son sleeping in the room over, your mind had fixated on the pleasure you had felt from feeling Atsumu inside of you. The way his other hand gripped your side to allow for him to go deeper into you, “cum…cu…”
Your voice was inaudible as he pressed your face down into the mattress, he knew though, watched how your legs twitched for your second orgasm. He wasn’t going to suppress you though, just wanting to cum with you. And as he felt you give out another loud moan of his name he felt your coil snap and cum gush out, it helped him to move easier in you as he spoke himself, “Y/n…fuck…” cum gushed into your cunt as you felt filled up with him.
He slid out of you watching as you groaned trying to turn over, as you did cum dripped out of your cunt. It was a sight to see you in this way, the way your legs had his fingers imprinted on them, your neck scattered with marks and your cunt filled with him.
“Let me run ya bath,” you nodded as you tried to get up but instead felt your legs shake instead.
Atsumu came back having sorted himself out and grabbing two towels, he carried you as you leant against his bare body. Placing you inside the bath he sat behind you, the water pushing against the sides as you leant your body against his own. You both began speaking quietly to one another, he let you play with his fingers as you snuggled closer into his form.
“Everything I said was true,” he spoke softly, seeing how you were already half asleep you nodded acknowledging that your own words were true. He kissed your head as he let you stay in his arms, he knew you’d had a long day as he sorted you out, changing the bed sheets before laying you on it. Even in your dazed state you held onto the man closely as his arms wrapped around you and you finally fell asleep with someone.
Friday afternoon had approached as you and Atsumu had grown accustomed to a sort of unofficial dating occurring. He would spend the night most days, making Akira smile as he saw Atsumu make him breakfast before dropping him off to school for you. It felt like a home, a family for Atsumu, even if he rarely spent time actually inside his own home, only using it to change and use the volleyball net in the back garden. You were his home; you and Akira were something more to him than an empty house.
He held your hand as you both walked into your son's school, going to where the volleyball practice was, it was a rare occurrence where parents could watch their sons play. Even more rare that a professional volleyball player would be accompanying you, you both stood on the side-lines as your son came running to you both.
“Tsum Tsum, Mum,” he smiled giddily as he jumped into Atsumu’s hands, “you came.”
“I said I would little man, now you go smash it, beat ‘hem,” your son chuckled as he got off of Atsumu and ran back to his friends.
You both watched the game occur, watching as your son spiked the ball passed the other players. Atsumu’s arm around your own as he leant back seeing how well your son had done, “Bokuto might need to ask Kira for help after this game.”
You chuckled lightly as you leant against his side, feeling him give you a soft kiss on the cheek, “I’m proud of him.”
You gave a small smile as you continued to watch the small game, more parents having arrived as you waved at the few that you knew. With work it had gotten hard to make friends with the other parents but with Atsumu it became easier to become more involved with Akira’s friends.
As the game ended, your eyes flashed at the score, your son's team having the lead to 25 as you cheered for him. The setter threw the ball up letting your son spike it right past the other blockers as he cheered with the rest of the team as the whistle blew.
You smiled at him as he ran into your arms, “you did so good Kira.”
Akira hugged you tightly before jumping onto Atsumu, “Tsum Tsum I want to be like you when I grow up.”
Atsumu felt his heart grow soft as he ruffled your son's hair, “you’ll become even better than ma.”
Akira laughed as they both talked to one another about what was occurring in the game. Even if you were only semi-aware of what was occurring, you understood the basics, nodding along whenever your son would do an action of the game.
Before the three of you could leave, your son let go of Atsumu and he went over to his teacher as you smiled at them. “This is him, he’s a professi…” your son could barely say the word as he ignored the rest, his teacher smiled as she most likely hadn’t believed your son when he spoke of knowing a professional player, “Miss…can you take a photo of the three of us, I want a family photo.”
Your eyes widened as you gave a soft smile to your son, his teacher happily obliged as she took Atsumu’s phone. Both you and Atsumu crouched to your son's height, his hand around your waist and the other on Akira’s shoulder. Akira gave a gleeful smile as you and Atsumu grinned as well, Akira had a family again, he had someone to look up to but better yet…Atsumu no longer felt alone as he looked down at his new family.
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You open the door to find your home in a complete mess.
The sofa is slanted (Omi loves his right angles so he’s going to scream), the coffee table is upended (how did it even do that), hell, even your frying pans are scattered all over the kitchen floor. Your first thought is that you’ve been burgled. In hindsight, that’s a pretty laughable assumption – come on, no burgler would be take the trouble of excavating the contents of your fridge.
But at this juncture, rational thought escapes you as you barge into the house with shoes askew, because Omi should be home by now and if anyone dares to harm even one precious, curly strand of hair on his head you will stab them with your sharpest stilettos–
“Omi, what’s going on?”
Sakusa Kiyoomi, all of six foot four, stares up at you from under your bedframe with the air of a mournful cat, one that’s lost its favourite toy and desperately needs its owner’s help to hunt it down.
You stifle the demented laugh that’s threatening to tear its way through your chest, choosing instead to take a seat on the floor next to your husband, who only huffs instead of verbalizing his complaints.
“You wanna tell me what happened, darling?”
He wriggles out from beneath the bed, deliberately avoiding your gaze. “Hey, none of that”, you coo, cupping his cheeks to gently turn his face towards you. “You know you can tell me anything right? What’s bothering you, Omi?”
You can feel the heat diffusing from his cheeks to the skin of your fingertips when he mumbles almost shamefacedly – “I lost my wedding ring”.
“Oh”, you tilt your head, mildly confused. “Okay. Shall we get another one then?”
Kiyoomi glances at you in surprise, mouth falling open.
“You’re not mad?”
Your brows pinch together. “No, not at all…Why would I be?”
“My wedding ring is supposed to be a symbol of my commitment to you, to our marriage”, each syllable trembling with the stress he places on it. “And – and I lost it”.
“Oh, Kiyoomi”. You drop an affectionate kiss to each dark mole on his face, your way of comforting your husband when he loses himself in his head, when worries plague his mind.
“It’s just a piece of metal, sweetheart. Who cares if you lose it? Our vows to each other haven’t changed. In good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer –“
“I’ll love and honour you all the days of my life”, he murmurs, a soft smile on his face.
You find yourself blinking away tears.
“Until death do us part, Omi. Nothing is going to change that. Not you losing your ring, nothing.”
“Yeah?”
You gather him into your arms, let him tuck his head under your chin. You count your lucky stars that this beautiful, sweet man has deemed you fit to be the caretaker of his heart for life.
“Yeah.”
You both stay that way for a while, Omi curled up in your arms, pliant and completely content until your stomach growls in protest.
“We’re gonna need to clean the kitchen up so I can feed myself, as much as I love snuggling on the floor.”
Omi makes a sound of protest.
“Come on, up! Hey, maybe the vacuum cleaner got hungry too and ate your ring – “
You regret your words as Omi strides off, snapping on a pair of gloves, glaring malevolently at the innocent robot vacuum.
iwaizumi shows his dominance by saying “no” in a stern way. if he doesn’t think something is inherently good for you, or if it’s gonna help you in the long run he has no problem into telling you so. he’ll always make sure to give a reason why though, so you are never really left in the dark and if you disagree, he’s always willing to talk things out with you. we love a communicative king <3.
KITA SHINSUKE
by giving you reasonable instructions. if you’re having trouble with something or don’t really have a sense of what to do at times, he’ll definitely explain everything to you very gently. also a hands on type person so he will put his hands on top of yours to guide you! or if it’s nothing to deal with body movements he’ll still physically touch you so he can make sure you understand.
DAICHI SAMAWURA
telling you to ‘come here’ and/or while pointing to where he wants you. it’s a habit, it manifested pretty early in your relationship as well. he always has a small smile on his face while doing it so you wouldn’t think he’s upset at you. it will usually follow by a kiss before he begins with what he’s about to say.
BOKUTO KŌTARŌ
will always order your food for you and paying. not to be controlling or possessive but he just genuinely feels like that’s his duty as your boyfriend. and no matter how many times you try to ask him to let you pay one time he’ll just gently decline you with a kiss to your temple, telling you that “you’re too cute to pay for anything.” potential sugar daddy.
SAKUSA KIYOOMI
he’ll fix your outfit/appearance if you’re looking disheveled. such as fixing your hair or buttoning up your shirt. he never wants you to go out looking any kind of a way since sakusa himself, never goes out looking a mess. he’ll pull you to the side as well! out of the way of a crowd and will give you a small smile when you thank him for doing so.
author’s note: um this was supposed to be for the mha boys but i don’t want ppl thinking i’m sexualizing canon minors :(. but enjoy reading besties!
anything special to declare? uhh not proofread, they’re longer than i expected them to be tbh ;~;
a/n: lowkey inspired by the stories my mom used to tell me about how i went with her to the airport to drop her off as a kid
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ʚ ATSUMU ;; he was completely fine until your baby girl started crying when she hugged him. he knew it was only going to be for 2 weeks, and that you’d facetime each other as much as you could. but when he felt his little princess start trembling and sniffling as her little hands bundled up the fabric of his shirt, he started tearing up with her. you almost broke down at the sight too, after all, it was the first time they’d be separated for long. you could faintly hear the soft promises atsumu made to your daughter, saying he’d come home soon and that he’d bring her something special. his heart felt heavy with every step he took towards his gate, but he knew he’d see you both soon. and when he did, he’d wrap you both up in a big hug and never let you go.
ʚ BOKUTO ;; both him and your son were crying the whole car ride. you’re quite thankful you insisted to drive there so that he could sit in the back with your baby boy, but at the same time you wish you hadn’t woken up your son, because now the whole car was filled with sobs and sniffles. it wasn’t exactly the first time this had happened too, but it seemed to get even more heartbreaking every time. from the very moment your son wakes up until you get to the airport his tears are already streaming down his face like an open faucet. what broke you lost was how your husband kept trying to tell your son that he’d be back before he knew it without having his voice crack at the mere thought he’d have to be separated from you both for who knows how long. but that small smile that bloomed on your kid’s face when his dad said he’d come home soon was enough to give bokuto the strength to walk towards his gate.
ʚ USHIJIMA ;; there are very few time in which you’ve seen your husband cry. this is one of them. you know how much he’d been dreading this day, it’s always like that, but that never means it hurts less. especially not with the way your daughter keeps crying, telling him not to go. and you know better than anyone that he doesn’t want to go, but he’s got no choice, he’s one of the best players on the team, after all. they need him to play in the game, and he’s well aware of that. but hugging his trembling daughter’s little form against his much larger one is enough to make him want to go back home with both of you right now. but he doesn’t, opting to tell your daughter he’d call her everyday for her to tell him everything she did. and that’s enough for both of them to get through those 3 weeks.
ʚ SAKUSA ;; he will completely deny the fact that he and your daughter were crying together the night before. you don’t believe him, though, his puffed up eyes (along with your daughter’s glossy eyes) are enough proof to render that statement false. he’s trying so hard not to crack when your daughter hugs him. he can see her eyes sparkling with unshed tears that reflect his masked face, which breaks him even more, because he knows she’s trying so hard not to cry for him. he hugs her tight and smooths her curly hair, whispering about how much he’s going to miss her (and you) and how he’s going to call as soon as he arrives. he doesn’t want to leave. it’s the first time he’s going abroad in which his baby girl came to see him off, and he truly wishes it was the last, but he knows it won’t be. but just as he knows he’ll leave again, he also knows that you and your little angel will be there waiting for him.
fic notes : timeskip!kuroo, ushijima, oikawa + gn!reader, pure fluff, headcanons, wc: ~0.35k each
contains : mentions of food, swearing
from elle ! i’m not even joking when i say grocery dates are one of my ideal dates :<< there’s just something so domestic and comforting about them idk?? just the idea of buying things together for your home ugh !! this and like assembling furniture + decorating (which now that i mention it, i might make hcs for too) just lives in my head rent free :(( i have not been able to escape yesterday’s domestic brainrot it seems ;-;
➹ kuroo t.
i just know this mf sneaks things into the cart when you’re not looking >:( and he’s good at it too !! you don’t even notice until checkout or when you get home and at that point you’re kind of impressed so you can’t be too mad.
sometimes you wonder why you take him on these grocery shopping trips but then you remember,, height ; ask him to reach anything from the top shelves please it makes him feel nice when you ask for help even if he’s a lil shit about it sometimes
king of cheesy food related pick up lines !! you’re convinced he actually looks up a few before your little trips
you’re in the produce section when kuroo calls out your name, “hey yn!”
“what is it tetsu?” you sigh, knowing exactly where this was headed.
“i love you from my head tomatoes.” kuroo grins, holding up a couple of tomatoes to your face.
give him a lil peck on the cheek and his face will match the tomatoes >:)
gets super excited when you walk down the pets section/aisle
“any reason why you’re staring at dog food? you know we can’t eat that right, tetsu?”
“i’m just saying, no harm in getting a little friend.”
“we’re gone most of the day for work, who’s going to take care of it?”
“…the ghosts in our apartment?”
pats your head when you find a good deal on something ;-; like he’s actually so proud that you’re saving money ??
making fun of weird brand names !!! please your laughter can be heard from three aisles down sigh
holds your hand the entire time !! you better practice grabbing items with just one hand because he’s not letting you go asdfgh
stares at you constantly,, you’d be looking at two different cans of soup and to him it’s the most interesting sight in the world because wow have you always been this adorable?
you carry an equal amount of grocery bags, but he lets you have the lightest ones so he can show off how strong he is ;-; you try to make it a one trip thing as much as possible though.
➹ ushijima w.
okay first of all, why does he strike me as the type to shop at those super expensive, mostly organic grocery stores (yk the ones)
has one of those loyalty / points cards,, makes sure you don’t leave your place without it !! he will turn the car around even if you’re already in the parking lot when you realize that you had forgotten it at home >:(
if you have a list, don’t expect on buying items that aren’t on it ; will give you the look™ if he sees you eyeing something up that you have no original intentions of buying / isn’t on the list
hit him with the 🥺 and maybe he’ll reconsider
“do we really need a bag of extra large marshmallows, yn?”
“we have graham crackers and chocolate, we can make s’mores!”
“…”
“please?”
“fine.”
ushijima’s the one to push the cart and you kind of just present him with the items that you needed to buy, don’t ask to ride the cart he will say no:<<
“come on toshi, just for a few seconds?”
“isn’t that for little kids, yn?
he’s actually just afraid of his own strength and fears that you’ll crash into a display or something awe :’(
also he strikes me as the insanely loyal to one particular brand and if you buy anything else he looks at you all confused like ???
but ushijima is honestly such a sweetheart though, constantly asking you if you’re tired from all the walking around and constantly assuring you that it won’t take any longer, that you only had a few more aisles to go. <3
sometime he cracks a small blink-and-you’ll-miss-it smile when you’re down in the dessert aisle because your eyes really just lit up and woah he loves you a lot doesn’t he? fine, you can get an extra tub of ice cream
the journey from your car to the apartment is just one quick trip because he can carry all those plastic bags on his own. we stan a strong boy, won’t let you lift a single finger he also pretty much considers it as a workout >:)
➹ oikawa t.
you think getting groceries will take an hour maybe two tops?? nope, not with oikawa. four hours is the minimum.
he takes his self-care shopping very seriously okay ?? genuinely reads everything on the labels and thoughtfully weighing out the pros and cons of every single product.
you lose him in the toiletries section ; he’s on a quest to find the best smelling body wash and who were you to stop him from doing so,, you kind of get to benefit from it too ???
“he’s a grown man, he can find his way back.” you mutter to yourself, noticing that he was no longer trailing behind you.
“f/n l/n, please come to the customer service center, your child is here.”
“but i don’t have a child???”
oh no…he wouldn’t…
oh, yes, he would. you’ll see oikawa with a pout on his lips and his arms crossed over his chest. “you left me…”
don’t worry, he’s not actually upset, he’s just messing with you grrr >:( the people at customer service had to keep from laughing when making the announcement,, he sends them a lil wink when you come to pick him up ugh get your mans already
easily swayed by nice packaging when it comes to food !! you threatened to have him blindfolded once because of this and he just wiggled his brows at you.
and if you ever come across a product he endorses… good luck :<<
“baby! we have to buy this!!”
“and why is that, tooru?”
“it has my signature on the box, look!!”
“don’t they send twenty of these to our house every month?”
he really wants to ride the cart, but the pr team wouldn’t like that so he settles on offering to push you instead… and please do, it would make him so so happy all his fans go soft over it too because awe !!! <33
in terms of how many trips it takes to get all your groceries inside: multiple. he’s not breaking his arms carrying all those bags at the same time and you insist on carrying a few as well,, oikawa sees it as an extension of your date so he does it with a smile <3
