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picking up your husband iwaizumi hajime after his days work at the gym is over with your baby wrapped up on your chest. something had gone wrong with his car, resulting in it currently at the repair shop being fixed. this left you and your one year old son in charge of pick up duty. you slide open the door and step into the vast gymnasium of japan’s national men’s volleyball team, greeted with the sound of shoes squeaking on freshly polished hardwood floor and the smack of volleyballs being spiked over the net. sitting on a bench off to the side of the court is hajime, writing some type of report in a notebook with a focused expression. you walk along the sidelines to him, holding your baby’s head to shield him from any unsuspected volleyballs that may fly your way.
hajime only looks up from his work as you seat yourself next to him, typical. he’s always so focused and invested in his job. only during his work hours is he like this, though—he always makes time for his two favorite people.
hajime smiles at you and places a kiss to your temple in greeting, putting his notebook and pen off to the side before shifting in his seat to face you more directly. “hey. didn’t realize you were here.”
“must’ve lost track of time again, right?”
“as usual,” he admits a bit sheepishly, “i really need to finish filling out this sheet of supply orders for next month.”
“hmph. you have that nice smart watch but you hardly ever pay attention to when you need to clock out of work,” you gesture to the sleek black band on his wrist as you speak.
“sorry, love i—” his words are cut off by the babbling of your son, who’s stubby arms are reaching for his papa. he looks up at his dad with wide and admiring eyes, dawning the same tan skin as his father and the same deep brown color in his wispy head of hair and irises. there’s not a doubt in sight that he’s hajime’s child; he’s practically the spitting image of him.
you two can’t help but chuckle at his efforts to cling to his dad, his movements restricted by the wrap holding him close against your chest. “you wanna give papa a hug?” you coo.
the restraint doesn’t give in, and your son looks up at you with an adorably frustrated face of confusion and surprise at the spectacle. “you can’t get anywhere in this wrap, huh?” you say as you gently pull him out of the restraint, handing him off to hajime.
once your son is in hajime’s arms, it’s within an instant that he wraps his small and chubby arms around his neck. hajime holds him securely against his chest, an affectionate laugh escaping his lips at the way his baby boy looks up at him with such adoring eyes. “looks like you really missed your papa,” hajime says fondly before placing a peck to the top of his delicate head. at this, your baby giggles loudly and begins to blabber incoherent sentences, ones that hajime pretends to understand nonetheless.
“you know, once we got here, he kept asking me ‘papa?’ the whole walk from the parking lot to the entrance. i guess he recognizes this place pretty well now.”
“oh, really?” at your words he peppers kisses all along your son’s chubby cheeks, “papa missed you too. so, so much.”
and it’s not without your son first being showered with praise and love from the team that the three of you leave to go home, praise that your baby accepts with innocent giggles and lots of squirming—all from the comfort of his papa’s warm embrace. undoubtedly his favorite place to be.
Summary: Karasuno’s going through 7 stages of grief after finding out their beloved blocker has a girlfriend, who is surprisingly SWEET!?.
Warnings: Tsukishima Kei x Oblivious!female!reader, reader is oblivious maybe a little too much, chaos and lots of fluff.
Characters: Tsukishima Kei(ft.Karasuno).
A/N: *cries in singleness*(ToT).
The entire Karasuno team had gathered in the gym for evening practice, the sound of sneakers squeaking against the floor and volleyballs thudding in rhythmic chaos. Nishinoya was screaming about rolling-thunder, Kageyama was yelling about sets, and Tsukishima was—
Standing there, glaring at them, as usual.
Except Hinata noticed something different.
“Hey, Tsukishima,” he said as the team broke for water. “You’ve been smiling at your phone a lot lately.”
“I don’t smile.”
“You literally just did!”
Daichi raised an eyebrow from across the room. “You? Smiling? Must be serious.”
The gym quieted. Even Nishinoya stopped bouncing his ball.
Tanaka leaned forward, grinning like a hyena. “Wait. Tsukishima Kei…is that a girlfriend smile?”
Tsukishima froze mid-sip of water. “No.”
“Liar!” Hinata yelled immediately, pointing accusingly. “You totally have a girlfriend!”
“Oi, shrimp, stop talking nonsense—”
“WHO IS SHE?” Nishinoya practically screamed, jumping onto Tanaka’s shoulders. “IS SHE TALL? IS SHE COOL? DOES SHE EXIST?!”
Yamaguchi bit his lip to stifle a laugh. “Um. Actually…she does.”
Tsukishima turned to him slowly. “Yamaguchi.”
“Y-yeah?”
“Don’t.”
Too late.
Kiyoko, of all people, blinked in mild surprise. “You’re dating someone, Tsukishima?”
Even Sugawara’s smile turned dangerously curious. “Well, this is news. She must be someone special if you’re actually putting effort into hiding her.”
Tsukishima rubbed his temples. “You people are exhausting.”
But the damage was done.
Within minutes, the entire gym was buzzing with wild theories about the mysterious girlfriend. Nishinoya was convinced she must be “a cool college girl who likes clubbing.” Hinata thought “a mean girl who is mean to everyone except him .” Tanaka was sure “a tall queen who can handle his sarcasm.”
Daichi finally sighed. “Okay, everyone calm down. Tsukishima doesn’t have to tell us anything.”
But Kageyama squinted. “Then why is Yamaguchi laughing?”
Yamaguchi flinched. “N-no reason!”
Practice ended late that evening, the sky soft orange. Tsukishima was walking out of the gym with his bag slung over his shoulder when his phone buzzed.
[Name]: “I’m outside! Got your favorite strawberry milk :)”
Yamaguchi saw the message flash over his shoulder, eyes widening. “O-oh. She’s here?”
Tsukishima’s ears tinted pink. “Yeah, she wanted to walk home together.”
“Wait—outside the gym??”
Before Tsukishima could respond, the doors burst open and the entire team spilled out like excited puppies.
Nishinoya screamed,“WHERE IS SHE?”
Tanaka screamed joining him,“OUR LITTLE TSUKKI HAS A GIRLFRIEND—OH MY GOD!”
“STINKYSHIMA’S GIRLFRIEND EXISTS!!” Hinata was so shocked that he almost tripped.
While Kageyama was too stunned to speak.
“Kill me,” Tsukishima muttered under his breath.
And then they saw you.
You were standing by the bike racks, a sweet, gentle smile lighting up your face, holding two cartons of strawberry milk in your hands. You waved cheerfully. “Kei! I got the kind you like! Oh, hello!”
You blinked as the Karasuno team collectively froze like they’d just spotted a unicorn—a very cute one.
Tsukishima took the milk from you quickly, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like “thanks, idiot,” but his ears were scarlet.
“...You’re her?” Sugawara whispered.
You tilted your head, confused. “Me?”
“Holy crap, she’s adorable,” Tanaka breathed.
“She called him Kei,” Hinata whispered, awestruck. “She calls him Kei!”
Daichi tried to keep order, but even he couldn’t help but smile. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Daichi Sawamura, captain of the team. I hope Tsukishima’s treating you well.”
You laughed softly, eyes warm. “It's nice to meet you Daichi-san, I am [Name] and don't worry Kei's very sweet, actually.”
Tsukishima choked on his drink. “Don’t—say things like that in front of them.”
You blinked. “Why? It’s true.”
The team lost it.
Nishinoya fell to his knees. “TSUKISHIMA IS SWEET?! WHAT DIMENSION IS THIS?!”
Hinata’s jaw dropped. “How?? How did you do it?? He yells at me for breathing wrong!!”
Tsukishima pinched the bridge of his nose. “Can we go now?”
But you, ever oblivious and sweet, just smiled at the team. “It’s nice to meet all of you! Kei talks about you a lot!”
Every head snapped toward Tsukishima in slow motion.
Tanaka gasped. “He TALKS about us?!”
Yamaguchi was grinning so hard his cheeks hurt. “Oh, he definitely does.”
You continued innocently, “He said Hinata’s really energetic but dumb, Kageyama’s super serious but also dumb and that Suga-san’s nice but a little scary when angry—”
Tsukishima groaned, turning his face away from the group.
“KEI!! You didn’t tell me they were all so funny!” you laughed, completely missing how he was slowly dying inside. “We should all hang out sometime!”
Hinata clasped your hands dramatically. “Please. Please save us from his sarcasm.”
Tsukishima grabbed your wrist gently, muttering, “We’re leaving.”
“But Kei—”
“Now.”
You pouted but agreed anyway.
After sharing goodbyes the team watched as you and Tsukishima walked away together, your hand swinging lightly in his.
Nishinoya exhaled deeply. “I can’t believe Tsukishima Kei has a girlfriend who smiles like that.”
Tanaka wiped away a fake tear. “Our salty little blocker’s grown up.”
Sugawara folded his arms, smirking. “He’s definitely whipped.”
“Whipped,” Kageyama agreed solemnly.
Hinata nodded. “Absolutely whipped.”
(While making that monk face XD).
Meanwhile, Tsukishima glanced at you beside him—your cheeks lit by the sunset, humming softly, oblivious to everything.
He sighed. “You…have no idea what you just did back there.”
You blinked. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No.” He looked away, ears pink again. “Just… you talk too much sometimes.”
“But they were so nice! I liked them!”
He exhaled slowly, the corner of his mouth twitching up despite himself. “You would.”
You smiled at him, tilting your head. “You’re blushing, Kei.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
He groaned. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re cute,” you said, completely serious.
He tripped over his own foot.
That night, Karasuno’s group chat exploded.
[Yamaguchi]: She’s the sweetest person I ever meet.
[Hinata]: How is he dating her???
[Nishinoya]: SHE CALLED HIM KEI (;-;).
[Tanaka]: The way she smiled at him... bro was about to melt.
[Daichi]: Don’t tease him too much.
[Sugawara]: Oh, I will.
And somewhere across town, Tsukishima was glaring at his phone while you were sitting beside him, happily sharing a pack of strawberry Pocky.
“Why do you look so angry?” you asked.
He sighed, leaning his body against yours quietly. “Because you met my team.”
“Didn’t you want that?”
“No.”
“Really? But they liked me!”
“I know.”
He paused. Then muttered, “Too much.”
You laughed softly, resting your head on his shoulder. “That’s okay. I like them too. But I like you most.”
He froze again, face bright red. “You really don’t know what you’re saying sometimes.”
You blinked up at him, confused. “Why?”
He didn’t answer—just clicked his tongue, turned his head, and hid the smallest smile.
A week later, at practice, the team was still teasing him.
“Hey, Tsukishima, your girlfriend texted you again?” Hinata said in a teasing way.
“Aww, tell her we said hi!” Sugawara appeared behind him.
“I will not.”
But when everyone turned away, Yamaguchi caught it—
That tiny, quiet smile he thought Tsukishima wasn’t capable of.
And yeah, maybe Karasuno had discovered something wild that week—
That behind all the sarcasm and deadpan attitude…
Tsukishima Kei really could be soft—for someone sweet enough, not to even realize how much he loved them.
Especially you.
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dom!gn!reader, student x teacher relationship, professor!reader, reader is in mid/late twenties and oikawa is early twenties, college au, dry humping, begging, hair pulling, praising, teasing, choking, slight edging, pet names, a few mentions of "miss" for reader however can be ignored since no body parts are mentioned
note: lets see if i can still write good
"Professor? Can you go back and repeat that?"
You sigh and without turning around to see who asked the question, you begin repeating what you've just said out loud again. After all, you know exactly who asked the stupid question: Oikawa Toru.
Sure you're fresh out of college and new to the job but you're perfectly capable of dealing with all of the situations and problems that come with teaching. Your first year teaching sub-disciplines of biology passed by perfectly normally, with you even becoming one of the favorite teachers among the students.
So you weren't concerned when your second year began and you were prepared for most of the things that you assumed would happen.
But what you weren't prepared for was to deal with Oikawa fucking Toru, a senior who you've heard from your fellow teacher friends tends to be a constant pain in the ass.
He's the typical bad student. He's always bullying kids he deems inferior to him, hangs out with the frat boys, throws parties every week if not every day, and gets into fights. All while having girls surrounding him.
Oh, and he interrupts your teaching every second he gets.
That bastard has been the main problem that has suddenly made your job unenjoyable. He's been pulling all sorts of shit like making you repeat things at least 5 times each class, whispering crude remarks about you to his friend—even though he sits in the front of the room and you can hear each one—, and throwing paper balls and airplanes around randomly just to annoy you. Overall, he's a real nuisance during class.
And you know damn well that he doesn't even need or care for the repeating from the way he smirks at you when you're done and from now he has failed most of the quizzes and tests that you've given to the class yet doesn't go to you for any help.
No matter how annoying he is in your class, you can't be bothered to report him to the head of the school, afraid it would tarnish your new reputation as a teacher. After all, you heard rumors about how he's gotten teachers fired, and knowing his parents are somewhat influential, you'd rather not find out firsthand if they're true or not. All you can do is complain about him to your friends as you wait for the school year to end. At least his class is always the last one of the day, right? Yeah right.
Now back to the present.
As you finish repeating most of the things you already went over, you ignore the gaze burning into your head and quickly post the classwork on your laptop. However, right as you open your mouth to continue teaching, the bell rings and you can't help but let your shoulders slump as you look up to the students with a forced smile.
"I just posted the homework for this lesson that's due next class so don't forget to complete it! The semester is coming to an end so final grades will be put in soon."
As they pack up and begin chatting, a few give you sympathetic smiles as they exit, knowing what you have to go through during this class.
You don't bother to pay attention to the last person in the room as they walk up to your desk, stopping right in front of you.
"Professor? I think I need more help understanding."
You pause your typing on your laptop and focus on sorting the papers on your desk instead, trying to look busy but you're just trying not to look Oikawa in the eyes.
"Yes, Oikawa? What exactly do you need help understanding? If it's something that will take a while to chat with me about then I'm afraid that it'll have to wait until tomorrow because I have a lot of work to grade."
You quickly glance up at him and see the grin on his face. It's one that you've gotten accustomed to as it usually means he has something up his sleeve.
"Well mainly about today's lesson. I don't quite get it. Perhaps I even need a private lesson, don't you think?"
Right, you forgot to mention the rather obvious flirting he does towards you. It's almost as if your first year teaching went too well that your second just had to be the exact opposite.
You hold yourself back from rolling your eyes as you answer back calmly without looking at him.
"If what I notice during class is right, you haven't been paying attention much. But I'm sure if you start doing so, you'll begin understanding the lessons better."
You hear him let out a huff at your lack of attention towards him before seeing two hands being placed on either side of your laptop. You frown as your eyes immediately look up at him.
He's closer now, leaning over your desk and the grin wider now.
"Oh come on professor, a private lesson can't hurt. You'll be able to teach me so much." Teach him how to behave perhaps. "And you can do it however you want, I'm not picky." The way he looks at you as he says the last part has you questioning if he meant it in another way. Knowing him, he most likely did.
You sigh before gathering your papers and you see Oikawa's grin falter slightly.
"Oikawa, I don't think a private lesson is necessary. Nor do I think it would benefit you in any way." You're so focused on the papers that you don't hear him walk around the desk to your side until he's right beside your chair.
"Please, professor?" You jump slightly in surprise before turning your chair to face him and you remember just how tall he is. He's right in front of you now and the way he said the word "please" has you tensing. He knows what he's doing and he knows that you know.
You suddenly realize the tension in the room and clear your throat. "This is inappropriate, Oikawa. I'm your professor."
He raises an eyebrow before stepping closer and smirking.
"Inappropriate? Just what are you assuming? I'm not doing anything inappropriate." He leans down slightly and you frown. Damn him and his good looks. No wonder you see him surrounded by girls on the daily.
You narrow your eyes at him. "You know what you're doing," you say sternly and his smirk widens. Oh, you want to slap that smirk off his face so badly.
You can't help but glance back at your laptop for a second before suddenly feeling a hot breath in your ear and a presence beside you.
"Please, professor?" A shiver runs down your spine. Before you can reply, you notice his tie dangling in front of you—one that's always untucked despite the uniform policy—and you can't help but grab it and pull it down sharply. He gasps at the sudden action as he stumbles and falls to his knees in front of you. His eyes immediately widen and a faint blush appears on his face.
You can't help but be in shock as well. If someone were to walk in at this moment, they would see the infamous Oikawa Toru on his knees, a blush on his face that's growing redder by the second, in front of one of the school's most popular teachers.
Oh, the rumors.
Even on his knees, he's still tall but you swear he looks smaller from the way he looks up at you in surprise.
You're still holding onto his tie and you realize, the way you're staring down at him, tie in hand while he's on his knees staring at you with widened—awaiting?— eyes; Oikawa kinda reminds you of… a dog?
Get your mind out of the gutter, [Name], you tell yourself, yet your grip on his tie only tightens and you notice him swallow hard.
You look at his neck and realize you must've accidentally tightened the tie somehow as well, pressing it right up against his Adam's apple.
"M-Miss?" You snap out of your thoughts, both the title and the stutter catching you by surprise. Looking at Oikawa, you see he's blushing harder, fists clenched on his thighs as he continues to look up at you with that look. Shit.
Then you realize he's not moving, not getting up, not pushing you away, or yelling at you. He's not protesting it. Rather, he's deciding to stay kneeling in front of you.
Does he want this?
You swallow hard as your eyes rake over Oikawa's body and you swear you see his body shiver slightly. You were always a sucker for pretty men anyways.
However, when your eyes finally reach his lower half, you realize why he's blushing so much, or why he's avoiding your gaze suddenly. He's hard, so obviously hard.
Oikawa looks so different from his normal persona that you almost want to laugh. The cocky, annoying senior that has always pestered you in class reduced to a blushing, speechless mess in front of you with a raging boner.
"I bet this is what you wanted, right? During a private lesson?" You see him tense up before lowering his head in front of you, muttering something quietly.
"Use your words properly." You notice him staying silent and wonder if you've misread him before he suddenly speaks- no, suddenly moves.
He slowly leans forward to lay his cheek on your thigh and your breath hitches at the sight.
"I'm sorry, miss." Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Despite how one side of your mind so desperately wants to put him in his place after everything he's done, the more rational part of your mind quickly reminds you that you're his professor and he's your student. Although you're only a few years older than him, this could get you fired or worse.
He must sense your hesitation because he then gently grasps your ankle and presses your shoe against his crotch, letting out a small whimper that makes the heat inside your stomach rise.
You curse under your breath before tugging his tie again and he gasps. Feeling him start to slowly rock against your shoe, you take it back and hear him whine pathetically.
"Was this your plan all along? To rile me up so I would snap and teach you a lesson?" You feel his crotch twitch slightly.
Oikawa swallows hard before lifting his head up and nodding. "Words."
"Yes, miss." You can't help the grin that spreads across your face.
"Well," you start and you see him looking up at you awaitedly. "Perhaps I will teach you a lesson, in my own way of course, since you said you weren't picky." He blushes, remembering his previous words. You have a feeling that although he wanted you to snap, he didn't expect it to go this way.
The pressure against his crotch snaps him out of his thoughts and before his mind can process it, his body already has and you see pre cum seeping through the material of his pants. He lets out a moan at the feeling of your shoe again.
"How about, I'll ask you questions about the class material" —you see his Adam's apple bobbing— "and depending on whether you answer correctly or not, I'll either pull back my shoe or help you cum."
His breath hitches at the idea and almost immediately nods. With his brain already foggy along with the realization that you may pleasure him, he fails to remember that he hasn't been paying the best attention in your class or learned the material well.
You already feel him slightly grinding on your shoe again but you keep it there, wanting to keep on looking down at his flushed face panting near your thighs.
"What is a similarity between transcription and DNA replication?"
His eyes immediately widen in surprise and you know you've stumped him already. Although you know the rest of your classes would be able to answer it easily, his mind is already too clouded with pleasure, it's almost funny.
He stutters out some sort of half-ass response that you know is definitely wrong before you feign a disappointed sigh and pull away your shoe. Immediately he whines out in protest but a stern look from you shuts him right up.
So now he follows your orders.
"What does the shape of a protein determine?" Groaning, he lays his head back on your thigh. His grip on your ankle tightens slightly as he pouts up at you, trying to convince you to do something else. With his hair right in front of you, you suddenly grab it before yanking his head back, emitting a rather loud cry of pain from him.
"Come on, Oikawa"—he lets out a whine at the way you say his name so sternly—"I thought you wanted this? So be a good boy and answer the question. Or perhaps I should just leave you here?"
He widens his eyes before shaking his head hesitantly. "N-No, miss." Oh, the thought of you just leaving him here has his cock throbbing. He's so hard, it hurts.
You stay silent and he realizes you're still awaiting an answer from him. You swear you see the cogwheels turning in his brain, the need to cum fueling it.
"The… function?"
It comes out as more of a question than an answer but you take it anyways. The second you grind your shoe back against his already stained crotch, he humps it like a dog in heat, his groans and whimpers filling the classroom.
You ask him another question and of course, he gets it wrong, mumbling some response that had nothing to do with what you asked. However, taking pity on him, you don't pull away your shoe and he takes it as a sign to speed up. Maybe he thought he actually got it right or maybe he realized that you felt bad for him.
Your hand grips his tie again, tugging it as he lets out a small groan, his eyes rolling back in his head slightly at the pressure against his throat. So he likes getting choked?
"You know, when you're making all sorts of loud noises like that, I wouldn't be surprised if someone were to come check up on his room."
You expected him to slow down, maybe even stop at the realization. But rather he speeds up.
"Maybe you would even like that, getting caught." His cock inside his pants twitches a lot, answering your suspicions so you continue. "Imagine what they would think, seeing a big bad senior like you on his knees for a teacher, rutting against their shoe like a fucking bitch in heat."
Your language catches him off guard, the total opposite of how you act when you teach. He can't help the blush that travels down his neck or the shock of pleasure that runs through his spine or the way his dick leaks more pre-cum, trickling through his pants and onto your shoe because holy shit was that hot.
But the whole situation wouldn't happen anyway. You know for a fact that this part of the college was practically empty, even more so after the last class. But Oikawa doesn't know that and the thought of getting caught turns him on more than he would like to admit.
"M-Miss, I'm close," he murmurs into your thigh, taking no action to slow down. You raise an eyebrow. Assuming that he hooks up with girls weekly, you thought it would take him longer to cum, or perhaps this whole situation is too much for him to process clearly that he just couldn't hold it in. It's cute.
Oikawa is quick to babble out pleas to cum, his voice rising in pitch as his absolutely sinful noises become louder. Some drool escapes from the corner of his mouth and his body feels hot, tears prickling the corners of his eyes from the intensity.
His eyes roll back again and you swear his brain short circuits when you press down on his crotch, his grip on your ankle tightening even more to keep you there. Oikawa can’t even think properly anymore, he just wants to cum. "Pleasepleaseplease-"
"Go on Oikawa, since you've been such a good boy during this lesson." The praise is what gets him. He throws his head back, revealing his neck that you want to grab so badly, and lets out a cry of pleasure. Immediately you feel the wetness on your shoe and you look down to see the wet stain on his pants growing even more.
Oikawa slumps back forward onto your thighs as his humping slows down before coming to a stop. Looking up at you, his eyes are glassy and glazed over and the sight makes your heart race.
He sighs before laying his cheek on your thigh and closing his eyes, murmuring something that you almost fail to hear.
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“no use crying over spilled milk.” —except, there probably is.
a. miya x reader
atsumu knows he’s messed up.
he thinks he may need to leave all that he’s accomplished in his lifetime — all because of a simple, but dire mistake.
“this can’t be happenin..” the blonde murmurs, looking at the monstrosity infront of him.
spilled vegetable smoothie. on three dozens of cooling cookies. that you’ve excitedly made. for your friends and family. as gifts.
atsumu was definitely crying over this ‘spilled milk’.
brushing off the fear of getting divorced on Christmas Eve, atsumu decides to think of how he can remove any remaining evidence.
he thinks that perhaps he can just bake the cookies again, —but argh, he silently curses osamu for taking the culinary skills.
the blonde scrambles around, scurrying to every part of the kitchen to at least try and scrape some of the green-kelpy smoothie bits on your cookies.
the opening of the front door was the only thing that could make him drop whatever he was doing.
“atsumu!~ do you think you can help me with the groceries? i ended up going a little overboard, so i bought some hot coco and chocolate fondue as something to go with the cookies! and—“ you ramble on, however atsumu could only feel the lump forming in his throat, the sweat on his forehead, and the drying of his lips.
he’d rather experience losing a volleyball match right now.
but unfortunately, the sweating of his palms wasn’t going to help him cover his crime scene— with you finally walking up to him with a questionable tone and all.
on some lame attempt to delay your discovery by even a fraction of a second, atsumu lays a cloth on top of your pastries.
“hey, something the matt—……er…?”
you pause in between your words, familiar with atsumu’s current expression. your husband is wearing the exact face he made the last time he realized he’d accidentally mistaken your diy project as trash and threw it out. (valentines almost ended off with him sleeping on the couch.)
his face could only mean one thing, then.
however, distracting you from the overly guilty look on his face was the unusual placement of the rag that you had bought not long ago.
you look at the cookies.
he looks at you.
you look at him.
he looks at the cookies.
you lift the rag.
green, protein-y, vegetable smoothie mix laid on top of your thick, chocolate chipped cookies.
“miya.”
despite the fact that you both now share the same last name— atsumu knows you talk of his last name.
he fears that you may end up going back to your own after this night passes.
“baby please, i— i didn’t…” he rambles, but knows that no excuse can save him from his actions. he pinches the bridge of his nose. “…im…i’m sorry, hon. i’ve got no excuse. i was bein’ careless, and yer’ cookies are all damped because of my stupidity. i’m sorry. what can i do? hm?”
his build envelopes yours, and suddenly you find a man nearing his 30s senselessly murmuring sweet nothings to your ear, hoping that perhaps a single saying can be of the slightest comfort to your disappointment.
the room quiets down, the sound of the ventilation being the only source bearing noise.
the silence only makes atsumu antsy, who begins to lose hope of your anger easing down any time soon.
and so, he decides to call it a night.
“i’ll take the couch tonight, hm? how’s that? i know that it’s nothin’ much…”
a grin.
“…but if it’ll help you in even the slightest way, i’m more than willing to do it—”
a stifle of laughter.
atsumu paused, thinking that the (familiar) sound he’d just heard was some sort of hallucination that his mind had made up on the spot.
“a-anyway, i’ll see what i can do soon, and—“
finally releasing any ounce of self control you had, bursts of laughter start leaving your mouth.
“oh— oh, oh my gosh, i…” your unexplained cackling begins to alter the solemn look on your husbands face into one of confusion.
“you just looked so pathetic— it was cute! i’m sorry, i’m sorry..” you manage to hide in a snort, your husbands eyes following every movement you made.
why were you laughing? was he getting divorced?! is this some sick way to break it to him? no…no??! you’ve both been through so much together, you couldn’t possibly—… but then again… he’s probably put you through so much! argh! is this what osamu meant when he said—
atsumu’s disorganized internal thoughts then get interrupted by your pecks, something that’s been able to melt him since your last year of highschool.
“i’m not mad, no.. no,” you smile, a little giggle sneaking out. “i just couldn’t help but see how you’d react if i looked mad! i’m sorry baby, forgive me?” you coo, your head lifting up to meet his eyes as you sway his tall figure.
“but… i.. yer not mad? i completely trashed the cookies, babe. look!—
“i may or may not have accidentally mixed the salt up for sugar.” you say, a playful smile greeting your lips. “haven’t told you about the cookies i just bought from the store.”
as if all his worries had come to an end, atsumu’s shoulders slump down, a sigh coming out of him.
“ya couldn’t just tell me all that in the beginnin’?”
“and miss seeing you all so guilty and pouty? what am i, insane?”
“be happy i love ya’.”
“need i remind you of last valentines, then?”
“why don’t we get set up? also, yer’ lookin’ beautiful in that dress. anyone told you that yet?”
“okay, you can stop that now, miya.”
“yer’ a miya too, ya know.” he grins.
you roll your eyes, however a smile creeps it’s way in, betraying your ‘dismay’ towards the man.
“you’re right. i suppose i am.”
this was from the request of an oomf !
can we just pretend this was posted before Christmas thank u very muchiez
i fear that the pathetic husband atsumu will never become a trope i’ll get tired of
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone !
ps. if you start seeing that i lowkey started to get confused as to how to write that lil accent he has, no u didn’t.
Summary: Her niece lost a dinosaur toy in one of the museums they visited. The mission is simple — go through all the museums and find it. The only problem she may face? Well, Tsukishima Kei — a museum archivist, a volleyball player, and a student — finds the toy and accidentally brings it home.
Notes: timeskip!tsukishima x fem!reader. Fluff. Enormous usage of memes (I love them). English isn't my first language. Idk, it's just me having fun :)
