₊˚⊹。 5:55 p.m. | oikawa tooru
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summary: oikawa comes home missing a step in the ‘oikawa family routine’.
contains: f!reader, papa!oikawa, baby girl oikawa, use of term ‘baby’, baby/child/kid, being parents, food descriptions, oikawa coming home to his lil family of three!, oikawa aged up to pro.
a/n: thought of this lil blurb today and had to get it down !! i love papa oikawa my heart is bursting !!
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Oikawa comes home in the late afternoon.
He takes his shoes off by the genkan, and keeps a hop in his step despite a full day of volleyball; being a setter might be what he does best, but bursting into his house, shouting his usual 'baby, i'm home!' might just be what he loves the most.
And he's about to do it, as he steps into the hallway, gym bag on his shoulder and mouth open pre-yell, but he stops, because—
—there peering up at him is his little girl, greeting him with an index finger to her lips as if to say: 'shhh, papa, be quiet ...'.
When he looks further behind her, to the couch, he sees you, fast asleep with your right arm folded to cushion your head, and the other hanging over the edge.
"Mama sleep," she whispers, almost giggling, and he thinks the saying could never be more true; her laugh is infectious (or maybe just to her papa)—he'd never be immune.
Oikawa's eyes widen and he mouths an 'oh' as he lets down his gym bag quietly. He crouches low, coming eye-to-eye with his mini-me, the splitting image of him except for her smile—which is yours, undoubtedly.
He stretches his arms out, welcoming her in, and she rushes to him, giggling, her brown curls bouncing with each step closer to him.
This is the Oikawa family routine: when papa arrives home, he gets 3 kisses, one on each cheek and the last one on his nose. Then, he lifts his little girl up, supports her with one arm while he kisses you and pulls you close.
This time, the routine isn't quite as complete but he still has his little girl on his arm, perched by his hip kissing his cheek. Her little hands grab on to his face to place the final kiss to his nose and he scrunches it, joking with her, a remix of his favorite tune as she giggles some more.
"Did my baby sleep too?" he whispers, feet light as he makes his way to the kitchen, past you.
His little girl nods, "Small only." and he thinks it's so cute, that she's the smartest girl in the world for knowing what to say—even though he knows 'small' isn't exactly the right word to describe it.
He lets her down on the kitchen counter before opening the fridge to check what's available: chicken and a few vegetables. Then, he gathers what he needs and places them on the table.
"Should we make dinner for mama?" he asks, a glint in his eyes that can only mean one thing.
His little girl perks up, brown eyes widening and gleaming just the same, a perfect reflection of his as she nods and says, "Egg!"
He laughs, volume restrained, but he kisses her forehead and replies, "Okay, egg for mama it is."
By the end of it, there's an empty carton (or two) of eggs he's used (failed attempts to make Omurice until its decent, but still half as good as what you always do). His little girl sprinkles the last few bits of green onion before you round the corner just in time, eyes slightly puffed and his love right there, laced in your sleepy smile.
"Mama!" his (your) little girl shouts, making grabby hands at her papa to let her down.
You shake your head and laugh, smiling just like your little girl as you drag your feet nearer. The food is resting on the counter as Oikawa picks her up, keeping her perched on his hip as he walks towards you.
It’s a warm, fuzzy feeling sitting in his stomach that's been there for a while, even before you two became three, that's reminding him of how good his life is, coming home to you, sleep lines and all running across your cheek.
When you meet in the middle of your kitchen, you don't forget the Oikawa family routine, tiptoeing up to kiss him as he pulls you closer, your little girl squished in-between.
"I'm home, baby." he whispers, nose-to-nose, just as you let his lips go, and you laugh, his favorite tune, the original, before your baby girl made it her own.
"Welcome home."
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help me, please
in which bokuto has a problem and only the neighbour with the pretty smile can help him.
a/n: my first post after a year of inactivity!!! i’m so sorry if i didn’t post anything—uni just started to kick my ass harder than usual and certain personal problems also happened—everything is all good now though! and i’m planning on being active again here! yay!!
bokuto likes to think that he’s fearless.
in theory he should be—almost 200 pounds of muscle, capable of breaking your back with a slap, can hit a ball to the speed of 90 km/h, towering at 190 centimetres.
so when a large, (stadium large—he swears!) creature of hell, appeared on his table. he did what any fearless person would do.
knocked on the neighbour’s door down the hall and ask them to it kill it for him.
“howdy new neighbour,” bokuto grinned as you opened the door in a hurry to his frantic knocking.
his smile, you observed, was wobbling—borderline creepy. “my name’s bokuto,”
you can’t believe you trusted kageyama with your apartment search. it’s the second day and there’s already a weirdo in front of your door.
“uh, hey.” you didn’t unhook the lock and peered at the tall thick man through the crack of your door.
“so um, you don’t know me but remember when you smiled at me the other day and i just thought like ‘wow, that’s a pretty smile’ and—“
living alone in the more dangerous part of town (it was cheap, and you were a debt ridden college student so!) and with the various seminars yamaguchi forced you to attend to about stranger danger you shouted the first thing that you think it’ll keep him off your back.
“i have boyfriend!” you interjected and almost closed the door before he tilted his head in confusion.
“um good for you..?” he responded as he smiled in shock until as if a light bulb dinged in his head.
he laughed, “oh! i’m not hitting on you! i don’t mean any harm! it’s just— i live down the hall and saw you help suzu-san with her groceries yesterday when you were bringing up your things—i wasn’t staring or anything, the walls are just just thin and i heard you and saw you did that, so i know you’re nice.” he rambled and before chuckling softly, “hopefully.”
he peeked at you crouching a little bit as if making himself smaller and less intimidating—which strangely worked. you relaxed a little, remembering how intimidating and scary asahi had once looked to you, but realized he was even more scared of you than you were of him.
gaining the confidence, you closed the door softly to unhook the lock and opened the door fully.
“right, sorry—go on,” you nodded, encouraging him to explain more.
he grinned and phew’ed, “anyway i’m just wondering if you could do me a solid and come help with something.”
“i’m willing to pay you with food!” he huffed.
you crossed your arms and quirked an eyebrow, “help with what?”
cautiously entering with pepper spray and a whistle in your pocket you ventured into his unit. not expecting the various things thrown and scattered about in the unit. the lamp bent on the floor, throw pillows in his potted plants, a shattered plate, the tap water running, a cushion, broken glass on the floor and an overwhelming smell of bug spray.
“um, what happened here..?”
his face flushed as he tried to pick up the pillows from the plants, “oh right sorry—um, well i was eating dinner, like usual,”
he looked at you to reaffirm his statement, so you nod regardless of the fact that this was your first interaction with this man.
“and out of no where this thing showed up—“
“thing?”
“yeah, this thing crawling out of no where and—oh my god it’s back!” he screamed, and jumped unto the sofa. pillows once again thrown haphazardly.
“what? what?! what’s back?” following his actions and clutching his arms. the two of you struggled to fight as to who would be in the front, you had no idea what he was freaking out about, but for a man his size it must be something terrifying.
“the spider!” he pointed frantically, trying to push you in front to use you as a shield.
you shrieked, “oh my god the spid- huh?” you stopped and looked to where he was pointing. “a spider.”
your eyes scanned the floors, struggling to locate the alleged terrifying thing. you saw a black dot near the coffee table, the little thing crawling slowly, barely the size of your thumb.
you took a deep breath, “i swear to god—“
the stranger then grabbed pillows and started to throw it at the spider on the floor—missing it by a lot as he continued to freak out.
“geez calm do—calm down man!” grabbing his shoulders shaking him.
“no! it’s moving! get it get it get it!” struggling out your hold and hiding behind your back again. “quick before it hides!”
“okay okay!” raising your hands in surrender and getting off of the sofa, and heading into the kitchen area. but bokuto grabbed your arm before you went too far from him.
“wait wait wait, where are you going?”
“i’m getting some tissues so i can get it out of your apartment.”
“you’re just gonna leave me here?”
he looked at you, even going as far as pouting his lips and holding you with both hands now.
rolling your eyes and grabbing his wrist to loosen his grip on your arm, “yes, and you need to watch where it goes next, so we won’t lose him.”
“but what if it comes near me!” he lets go of your arm instead opts to lean closer into you.
you sighed, “you’re gonna be fine, he’s too small to eat you.”
“does that mean if he was big enough he’s gonna eat me?!”
you decided to not even justify his worries with an answer and continue your short walk to the kitchen. the layout of his apartment is a mirror image of yours so you were familiar with the place enough.
grabbing the roll, seeing your neighbour still frozen and freaked, “i’m back, where’s the bugger?”
“thank you again!” bokuto breathed, walking you back to your unit.
“it’s not a problem.”
he placed a hand on your shoulder making you look at him, “no seriously, you did me a solid. and um, i’m gonna have some pizza tomorrow, so if you’re free you should come by, you know, tomorrow, for pizza.”
you raised your brow, smiling. “pizza?”
“yeah,” he beamed. “as a thank you for saving me from the spider.”
patting his chest as you tease him. “oh please, you barely needed saving. you’re like the bravest guy i met.”
bokuto chuckled, scratching the back of his neck, “m’sorry, i swear i’m a lot tougher!” his cheeks puffing and flaming up.
“right, well, i’ll think about it.” you laughing as you stopped at your door. “well, this is me.”
“oh,” he breathed, stopping beside you. both of you looking at your door.
“yeah, i have to finish unpacking my stuff, still have a lot of boxes.”
bokuto looked around, he looked like he wanted to say something.
“well, i’ll see you around bokuto.”
“y-yeah!” he nodded smiling, “i’ll see you around.”
he turned to leave and you turned to unlock your door. before you can get inside, however, he walked bristly back to you.
“is it okay, if i get your number?” his hands fidgeting and his eyes looked anywhere else but you. a huge contrast to the guy who asked for help.
you chuckled, pulling out your phone, “in case of spider emergencies again?”
“yeah, you can say that,” he blushed, before looking at you with a shy boyish grin, “or maybe just to talk.”
“right, yeah, that sounds nice.” you nodded.
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