#dad!Kenma x reader
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Lmao a hilarious scenario just came to me can you write about kenma's baby mistaken a pudding for their dad 😂
Pls all I can imagine is like this chubby eight month old baby confusedly looking at the pudding cup in the counter as the whisper a little bitty dada? Anywho!! Tysm for requesting I love requests so much😭😭
When you dug the pudding cup out the fridge for your giggly eight month old to eat with you, you definitely didn’t think they’d see a resemblance in the pudding cup to their father.
Kenma was sat in the living room.
You watch as your baby stares at the cup confused tilting his head slightly as he examines the little cup.
Before you know it he’s grabbed the cup and begins shaking it he gasps when he brings it closer to his little face seeing the colors similar to his dad’s hair, “dada!” He shrieks loudly and kenma comes running in practically knocking the end table over as he leans over your baby’s highchair trying to catch his breath.
You watch as your baby smiles shaking the pudding again before shouting another, “dada!” As he looks at the pudding.
Kenma lets out a little giggle before leaning over to pepper kisses on his chubby little cheeks causing the little baby to giggle happily.
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i'm sorry but i feel like this is so kenma as a dad- 😭😭 https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMjN6wu3P/
BROOOO YOU GOT ME CRYING IN CLASS 😭😭
I just know that I’m the mornings, you get up and put the tiny baby on the mound of pillows next to him. She grunts and gurgles, but is otherwise satisfied and happy as you nestle her next to your husband.
You gently press a kiss to his temple, “Maesi is on my pillow,” you murmur, thumb gently stroking his cheek. It’s enough to rouse him slightly without waking him fully.
“Aight,” he yawns, chasing your warmth briefly before curling back into a small ball. You chuckle and gently hook a lock of his hair behind his ear to start breakfast.
A few minutes later, Maesi starts to coo, little huffs and gurgles in her mouth that ring through the air. Kenma grunts and stretches again, finally ready to be awake for the day; he’s not going to complain that the day starts with a kiss from you and waking up next to his baby.
Maesi looks down at him and coos happily. “Sup champ?” He teases, lifting a fist to knock against her small mitten clad hand. “Fist bump.” He makes it explode with a dramatic explosion sound and then a quiet “nice.”
Maesi merely puffs a few giggles and a wide, gummy smile.
Kenma sits up with a massive stretch, eyes twitching and chest grumbling from the force. The rain makes the room cold and dark, exactly the conditions Kenma thrives in, and he scoops his little five month old up and into his arms to cradle her.
“Gonna kiss momma on the mouth for changing you,” he mumbles, kissing her nose and squeezing her softly. “Cleaned up your doodoo shart so I could sleep in. A keeper, that one.”
Maesi merely jams her fist at his nose, and he pretends to knock out from the force, her little gaspy laughter filling the room once again.
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When they insult you(Kenma and Oikawa)
A/N this blog is so weird- It’s like 400 styles in one.
Genre: Angst (it’s not SUPER bad- I can write a part two as comfort if y’all would like that)
Warnings: Insults obvi, pregnant reader(oikawa)
Part two
(not having a job)
Being with Kenma is wonderful. He never looks at other girls, fights you, and always is there to support and love you, so of course you did the same.
You’ve been dating him since high-school so you were there for him through his volleyball days all the way to his billionaire status. Naturally, you both loved and were there for each other unconditionally, so it was no surprise when he got down on one knee and proposed.
Currently the two of you were in the process of wedding planning which was super fun, but stressful as hell.
Kenma made enough money from streaming and his business and he loved to stream. So he was still working when he really didn’t need to.
You’d quit your job to focus on the planning and all had been going well.
Now the week was two months away and all you had left was the finishing touches.
All of the major stuff was done, and now all you had to do was plan the little things. Little things that would’ve been really helpful to have your fiancé's input on, so you opened his door slowly to see if he was streaming, which he was, but he was in the middle of a break.
“Hey baby,” you smiled, walking over to sit on his lap, “are you busy right now?”
You couldn’t tell when you walked in, but he seemed pissed off.
“I’ve been streaming for four hours. All I want is a break, what do you want?” He responded harshly.
“Just turn off the stream, I wanna talk about wedding stuff,” you bargained.
“One of us has to work, Y/N. I know it’s fun to just lounge around on the couch and pick flowers but I have a real job. A job I need to support you and this lavish wedding you want.”
After hearing this, you simply got up and left the room. If that was truly how he felt, so be it. There didn’t have to be a wedding after all.
Going into a guest room and slamming the door, you instantly started applying for jobs. Kenma knew you were waiting until you finished college to get a job again, and that he’d support you through getting your masters degree. But clearly, that was a lie.
And you wouldn’t force him to support you any longer.
(Not dressing up)
You were 20 weeks pregnant. Finally at the point where it didn’t just look like you ate a lot. It looked like you were growing a baby. This also meant that it was getting harder to find an outfit that wasn’t just a shirt that was streched out too much, or an ugly maternity dress that made you look even fatter than you felt. Thankfully, Oikawa was there for you ever step of the way. Buying you new things to try on, encouraging you, and telling you how beautiful you looked. But his views changed one day.
Now you and your husband, Oikawa, were walking around the grocery store. Just buying food for the week when one of his old classmates came up to him.
She was pregnant too, and shopping for groceries with her husband. The only difference was she was absolutely glowing. Her bump fit her nicely, and the dress she was wearing looked amazing on her. It gave her a very cheery vibe.
Since you didn’t go to Aoba Johsai, you didn’t know them. So, you just smiled and looked at the food intently, as if you didn’t know what you were going to grab.
After a while they left and Oikawa’s mood seemed to have worsened.
“What’s wrong babe?” You asked, trying your best to keep up with the speed that he walked to the cash register, “and we’re missing a few things.”
“Why can’t you look more like Nami? She’s 24 weeks and she still dresses nicely,” He complained, gesturing towards your Crocs, T-shirt, and sweatpants.
“I’ve tried, nothing you good on me,” you were about to cry. You didn’t know if it was pregnancy hormones or if it was the fact that your husband was berating you in public. It was a good thing the cashier had her airpods in and the store was fairly empty.
“Well maybe you should stay home then. It’s embarrassing when my friends’ wives look better than my own,” he grumbled, picking up the pancake mix and syrup you put in the basket, “seriously? Are you trying to look like a whale?”
Instead of explaining how HIS child was craving it, you simply put it back on the shelf and was silent the entire way home.
That night, after putting everything up and showering you rolled on your side of the bed alone. When he wrapped his arms around your bump as he did every night, you pushed him off. Ignoring him when he tried to apologize and reason with you.
The next day when he apologized, bought you new clothes, jewelry, and the food you wanted you still didn’t talk to him.
It’d take a lot more than bribery for you to forgive his actions.
THIS BELONGS TO CARLEY-CHAN 2023 DO NOT REWORK/REWRITE!!
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[✦] - 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐃
notes : is this really a kenma x reader or just kenma as a dad? Idk
warning : pregnancy (?) kodzuken, but . . . he's a father. Concerning, i know.
pairing : dad!kenma x mom!reader
would he want kids?
sorry but no. Literally just no.
he thinks kids are outrageously annoying
he doesn't really have time either. my man is working without breaks.
but sadly (luckily tbh) you got pregnant
u told him when he was in the middle of a game, he did not pay attention to you until you pulled the headphones off of his head
when he actually comprehended what you, he did not look the the happiest
but he was not really happy though!!! he just didn't want to show it at that moment!!!
I always see people saying that kenma is very private with his personal life. to me that isn't really true
when he announced that he was gonna have a baby to his fans, they went crazy.
even his whole fanbase was worried about him being a dad 😭
He'd probably want a boy since he very lowkey believes that boys are better at gaming
but he found out that you were having a girl
girls tend to be cuter though, right?
when the baby was born kenma was PANICKING
he doesn't know how to hold a baby at all, he was almost gonna drop the baby
you two decided to name her Ayaka <3
yes, he named his daughter after a game character
he had to do a lot of convincing though :(
new dad kenma is hilarious.
he doesn't know how to put a diaper on a baby
he is confused on whether the baby will be too hot or too cold
he thinks newborns can eat a whole apple
it's mostly you taking care and doing all the 'parently' things
shares food with his daughter. a lot.
when his friends see this, they're all so surprised.
"I've never seen kenma share anything, not even with (y/n) !"
"He probably loves ayaka more than us 🙄🙄 "
even gets a little sad when his daughter doesn't wanna eat with him
is constantly trying to teach her how to play video games
she's probably gonna know how a controller works even before she knows how to talk
kenma is oddly very proud of it
he doesn't show her in any videos though, he will wait until she says she wants to
but when she does say she wants to be in his videos, he's gonna start posting random 10 second videos
"my daughter chews on her shoe"
"giving my daughter a lemon for the first time"
"trying to put headphones on my daughter"
they are all so cute but strange at the same time 😭
she's exactly like kenma in some ways
she absolutely HATES being touched
except for her daddy though
like this girl will glare at someone and then turn around to snuggle with her dad
such a sassy lil thing
kenma is the fun parent, he kinda just wants ayaka to enjoy herself
you'd bake cookies and tell kenma that your daughter can't have more than 3
but guess what? those two would wake up at 4 in the morning and secretly eat way more and you wouldn't know a thing
he'd also spoil her a lil too much for your liking
if his daughter wants something, it will be hers in less then a few hours
in conclusion, Ayaka's life as the daughter of worldwide famous kodzuken is something a lot of people would want
Requests are open!
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I hope your request are open so if u don't mind this one I was hoping to get like haikyuu boys(kageyama,oikawa,atsumu & kenma(maybe))with reader going to the doctors going to see a ultrasound of the babys?if you don't mind i love reading your stuff!have a good day!
pregnant reader x setters
cw: pregnancy stuff, vomit
2 weeks w/ Oikawa
Oikawa holds your hair back as you throw up in the bathroom toilet. As you wipe your mouth with the napkin he had gotten for you he jokes, “so you don’t like the new recipe?”
You pant, “no, I don’t.’’
Later in the day as the two of you are cuddling on the couch you sit up quickly clutching your stomach and Oikawa looks at you concerned.
“Baby, are you okay? Should we go to the doctor?”
“No, no, just period cramps probably.”
He paused, “speaking of when was the last time you had it?”
“What? It was….oh shit.”
***
“Congratulations,” the nurse says nervously, reading the room and seeing how you both didn’t seem to be in a celebratory mood. “I’ll give you a minute.” He excuses himself and then closes the door behind him.
“Parents, huh?” Oikawa says and you can only nod.
“Parents,” you confirm.
“Think we’re ready?”
“Hell no, but…we’ll work it out.”
“Yeah,” he agrees, walking over to the image of your child, “we will be.”
12 weeks w/ Kageyama
“Water?” he asked.
“Check,” you confirm.
“Snack for the car?”
“Check,” you sing, holding up a granola bar.
“Phone?”
“When do I ever forget my phone?” you wager and he clicks his tongue.
“Right, you do have a problem,” he mutters.
“Rude.”
“What’s rude is being late, so let’s get going,” he tells you, lacing your fingers together as he nearly drags you out of the apartment.
Ever since finding out you were pregnant, Kageyama, being Kageyama, has been so particular about everything it nearly causes a headache. The moment you wake up, he’s there with water and morning prenatal vitamins, and breakfast is already ready- in fact, everything you eat is already meal-prepped for you, by him, days in advance. He has notes of your favorite foods in his phone back from when you two were dating and used them to predict your cravings. Everything is taken care of and nothing is unexpected. He is seemingly prepared for anything involving the baby.
When you arrive at the office, you can see a hint of a smile fighting to form on his lips. Today is the 12-week ultrasound- aka-
“D-day,” he says, as he helps you out of the car- not that you needed it.
Today is the day it is confirmed that you two are having a boy. Not to be confused with the day you find out, because Kageyama already knows. He says it’s a ‘dad gut feeling’ something you wouldn’t understand. He’s already ready to fill the nursery with posters of his old volleyball teams for ‘inspiration’ and has his jersey number on a onesie coming in the mail next Tuesday. Kageyama was prepared for anything.
“And it’s a girl,” the nurse says with a smile and you feel your heart skip a beat before you look back at your husband who stared at the sonogram unblinking.
“Really?” you ask for the two of you.
“Yes, congratulations.”
The car ride was silent, dinner was silent, everything for the next 4 hours was silent, and you were sure you broke him. It’s not until your moments before turning out the lights does he finally speak.
“We’re having a girl,” he whispers, voice hoarse from lack of use.
You turn your head and nod, agreeing, “yeah, baby, we’re having a girl.”
He smiles at you, and a single tear falls as he confessed, “I wasn’t prepared for that.”
His smile turns wobbly and you pull him in for a hug as he sniffles against your shirt.
“Can we name her Tobia-”
“Baby that’s not funny.”
“I’m not joking-”
“Oh no, you have to be,” you tell him and he chuckles.
15 weeks w/ Atsumu
You don’t learn how much of a weirdo Atsumu is until you are pregnant. You should have known something was up when he’s giggling when he serves you dinner one night and the moment you take a bite he tells you, “ya know yer eating our child.”
You nearly spit the food out as you stare at him shocked.
“What the hell?”
“Did I word that wrong? Our baby’s the size of a sesame seed,” he explains then gestures to your food, confused why you stopped eating.
This continues on, for 4 weeks it was sesame, 5 poppy seeds, 6 lentils, and so on and so on. By fifteen weeks little Miya is an apple and he’s grinning all the way through the beginning of the appointment as she spreads the gel on your stomach, which is now finally starting to show a bump.
“There’s baby,” the sonogram specialist says and Atsumu’s eyes grow wide.
He’s speechless for a moment staring at the sonogram before he whispers, “the little apple has my nose.
“Yeah, I guess he does,” you agree before you confess, “I hope he’s just like you,” but it’s too quiet for him to hear as he can’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from the baby, already the apple of his eye; your little apple.
40 weeks w/ Kenma
“Hey guys,” Kenma greeted his chat as he logged onto his stream.
Comments started flooding in and he squinted trying to read them, finally catching one, he replies, “no Y/N hasn’t given birth yet.”
“Wish I did,” you call out from the couch in the back of his room and even more comments flood in.
Once nearly everyone in the chat is asking questions about you, Kenma sighs, sitting back realizing he’s not going to get to the game and accepts it.
How’s Y/N doing?
whens the due date
congratulations
is the nursery done?
boy or girl???
baby kenma loading!!
“Y/N’s fine, the due date passed, thank you, yes the nursery is done, baby girl,” he answers rapidly.
Then squints again trying to catch a particular question, “I actually wanted to address this. No, you won’t be seeing baby Kenma until she understands what the internet is and can consent to being on it. I also want to keep that portion of my life private.”
how is he already such a good dad
we understand!!
will you teach her how to game off screen
Understandable, still wish we could see her though :/
Kenma leads the last comment and quickly mutes his mic and turns back to you, asking a question the chat can’t hear. After a few minutes, he unmutes and takes the framed photograph of the latest sonogram.
“There’s baby Y/N,” he introduces your daughter to the world before he quickly takes the picture out of frame.
Awww!
so cute
make sure she gets some rest!!
we love you Y/N!!
baby y/n >>>>>>> baby kenma
Kenma lightly confessing, “yeah, yeah, I like Y/N better than me too.”
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LATE NIGHT GIGGLES
pairing: dad!kenma x reader
it's been a long night, the house is quiet and kenma had just finished a very long stream. he looks over to his computer to see his game pending an update. bored with nothing to do, he ponders over what he can do to pass time and decides to go over to your shared bedroom
getting up from his gaming chair, he sighs as he looks at the time 1:28am. you've been married to kenma for almost two years but have been living together for four years, you're used to this and you've always supported kenma and his career but you've also been very concerned at how much time he spends staying up
kenma opens the door and makes his way to the bedroom, careful not to bump into something since the lights are off. once he navigates himself through the dark and to your bedroom, he hears very loud cries coming from the bedroom beside yours
and the source of those cries are from no other than the beautiful baby girl you had with kenma 3 months ago. kenma makes his way towards the bawls of your baby from her room and turns on the light, he goes towards her crib and is met with her tear-stricken face
“what's wrong sweetheart?” he says, kenma hates to see his baby girl all sad
nevertheless, she can only say a few babbles and can't answer her father's question. kenma thinks he should go and get you but he's been so busy lately that he hasn't had the time to take care of her, he wants to make up for it and do his job as her dad
he checks her diaper but it isn't full yet, he goes to the kitchen to make a bottle but she doesn't seem to be hungry either. ‘what could be the problem?’ he thinks to himself. she starts to giggle and now kema's just thinking she's messing with him, so he takes her back to her room and places her on her crib but it looks like she's about to cry again.
he's thinking that maybe he should take her to you so he can get back to his game but at the same time you've been so tired from taking care of her all the time that maybe a good night's sleep is just what you need
kenma decides to just take her to his gaming room instead. the update seems to be finished so he decided to open the game, some good old fashioned minecraft. he starts making a house and puts flowers around it, much to his daughter's delight
she starts to giggle again and makes grabby hands towards the mouse, kenma taking it as a notion that she wants to play with him
it's cute, he thinks, but she can't really play video games with her. though he does hope that once she is old enough she will also take up an interest in video games and want to play and be like her dad. but for now, the most she can do is watch him mine for diamonds or shoot arrows at mobs
and that's totally fine with him, after all, he gets to spend time with his baby girl anyways
a/n: i haven't posted in a looong time, but since it's almost summer i might start to post regularly ^^
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title: to rebuild a home
pairing: kuroo x f! reader
genre: angst / fluff, post timeskip!
wc: 6.8k
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a/n: companion piece to the original love knows not its depth, from kuroo's perspective.
Kuroo Tetsuro is doing alright.
He’s deftly juggling the roles life has handed him. His tenth wedding anniversary is coming up. He’s gotten a nice pair of earrings and a reservation at Tokyo’s hottest omakase for you to celebrate. The girls are doing nicely at school - Aiko’s grades are excellent, and Fumiko’s not gotten into any schoolyard fights unlike Bokuto’s trio of sons. His bosses seem happy with him too, paving the way for him to climb the corporate ladder rung by rung. He’s earned each promotion by burning days in the office, nights in the izakayas schmoozing with his bosses, but it’s worth it, even if it admittedly comes at the expense of being with you and the girls.
It’s a sacrifice he has to make so he can provide you with the fairytale life he’s always promised you. Not that you’ve ever complained about the trade-off.
“She’s the best wife and mom I could’ve asked for”, he tells Kenma, when the former setter asks about you. “I don’t know how she does it.”
Kenma frowns. “You make her sound like a video game character.”
“That’s cos she’s amazing -”
“Kinda sucks that she pretty much has to juggle a full time job and the kids on her own most of the time.”
“She manages perfectly well”, Kuroo enthuses, oblivious to the barb in his friend’s words. “By the time I get home, the girls are in bed, the house is clean, and there’s even a lunch box packed for me each day. She’s a rockstar at work too - should be up for a promotion next financial year.”
“Huh”, Kenma sniffs. “I wonder when she gets a break.”
Kuroo’s too distracted by the round of beers that’s delivered to his table to think deeply about his best friend’s apprehension. When he stumbles through the front door that night, he finds you crouched over the coffee table, frantically typing at your laptop. As expected, the girls are in bed, there’s nothing out of place.
“All good?” he asks you in passing, his mind already filing the tasks on his plate for tomorrow - organising a publicity event jointly held by the JVA and Bouncing Ball Corporation to introduce new national team members, reviewing the proposed budget for this year’s international competitions, popping by the under-19 team to see if there are indeed any promising candidates - he’s already one foot in the bedroom, ready to call it a night.
He doesn’t notice the violets blooming under your eyes.
“Mm.” You don’t look up. “Have a good night.”
Kruoo Tetsuro thinks he’s doing alright.
Bokuto Kotaro, for some reason, doesn’t think so. “Mitsuki said you’re lucky you’re not married to her cos she’ll skin you alive”, he informs him, as if Kuroo shares his love for women capable of chomping his head off in one bite.
Maybe the Bokutos operate on a different metric - because yes, they’re the model of egalitarianism with Mitsuki the high powered general counsel for Kenma’s Bouncing Ball Corporation (based on his referral, he likes to add, cos’ it’s funny to watch Mitsuki growl) and Kotaro the part time coach, full time stay at home dad to his wolfpack of sons, but that doesn’t mean his marriage is on the rocks.
As a child, he was the unwitting witness to his parents’ fights, which culminated in his mother walking out of the door, his father crying over a thick stack of divorce papers. His grandparents took him in, gave him stability and love and comfort but he swore to himself he’s never going to put his daughters through that.
Sure, it’s been a while since you’ve had a night to yourself. The last time he remembers you taking time away from the girls was to go out for dinner with him to celebrate his latest promotion - his conscience stings a little that he can’t remember the last time you’ve taken a break from everything you’ve been doing for him and the girls, but he’ll make it up to you once he has time. You always understand.
Still, just to be sure, he checks in on you again.
“You alright?”, he reaches for your hand, when he climbs into bed that night.
You’re lying in bed. He should find it odd that you’re still awake at this time of the night, staring up at the ceiling as if there’s something to be found there, but he falls asleep in the slow seconds, doesn't hear your response. When he wakes, you’ve already taken the girls to school. He gets himself ready for work, loops his tie around his neck, grabs his briefcase and the bento you’ve so lovingly packed for him, and hops on the train. He runs through his routine like clockwork, but there’s a niggling feeling that he’s missed something important, possibly something to do with you.
Did you say something to him last night?
It doesn’t matter. He makes a mental note to purchase a spa day for you - but that’s promptly forgotten when he’s greeted by a flood of emails and an invitation from his boss to go out for drinks that night.
Kuroo still thinks he’s doing alright.
“You’re lucky”, his boss toasts him. “Your wife doesn’t complain like mine when I go out drinking, even though I tell her I need to do it for work.”
“She’s an angel”, Kuroo replies, quietly bursting with pride. “Never complains.”
“Lucky man”, his boss says. “My wife is such a nag.”
He misses the last train home that night, drops you a text not to wait up and stumbles around Shibuya trying to find a cab. It must be a busy night because by the time he manages to flag down one, it’s three a.m. and his head is pounding from the excess of alcohol and lack of solid food and water. He fumbles with his keys, almost falls through his front door when the lock gives way. “Tadaima”, he says out of habit, too-loudly, before his stomach lurches and he has to make a mad dash for the kitchen sink.
“Tetsuro?”
He wants to respond, but he’s too busy emptying out the contents of his stomach. He shouldn’t have woken you up. He shouldn’t greet you with a mess for you to clean up. He shouldn’t lean so heavily on you that you stagger beneath his weight.
He shouldn’t do all of that yet he does so anyway. You tuck him, a grown man, into bed.
Tomorrow, he’ll apologise. Tomorrow, he’ll make it up to you.
Tomorrow comes. He wakes up.
You’re gone.
Kuroo Tetsuro is not alright.
He’s ashamed to admit that he doesn’t even notice you’ve taken off until it’s way past lunch when your mother drops him a text to ask if he’s picking up the girls or if he intends to leave them with her overnight.
“What d’you mean?” he texts her, confused.
His heart stops when your mother responds to say you dropped off the girls at her place without much of an explanation, an overnight bag slung over your shoulder. You don’t pick up your phones, his calls going straight to voicemail. For the first time in forever, he sheepishly asks his boss for urgent leave from work so he can rush home to figure out what’s going on.
You always take your laptop with you, but it’s sitting at home. He knows it’s an invasion of privacy, but he types in your password (his birthday), and your web browser reveals a booking for a ryokan in Hakone, where the both of you honeymooned almost a decade ago. It’s an hour away by train, far too much time for him to sit and stew in his thoughts. He wonders if you’ve become sick of your life with him, whether you’ve found someone new, and by the time he’s reached the ryokan and charmed the receptionist to let him into your room, he’s teetering on the edge of giving into his frustration, entertaining thoughts about yelling at you for being so goddamned irresponsible, cos how could you just walk out on him and the girls -
Until you walk in, thankfully alone.
It strikes him that it’s the most refreshed he’s seen you look in a very, very long time. Your cheeks are glowing, your eyes sparkle, and there’s a spring in your step that he hasn’t seen since you’ve had the girls.
Still, he can’t help but remain a little peeved. “I’ve been calling you all afternoon”, he informs you. “I was worried.”
He immediately regrets his words as he watches the light die in your eyes.
“Were you?”, you ask, as if you were addressing a stranger. “Really?”
“Of course”, he frowns, slowly getting up to approach you, concerned when you start to sway. “You’re my wife and the mother of our girls, of course I care.”
Laughter spills from your lips, an undercurrent of bitterness and contempt that’s threatening to drag you under before his very eyes. “If you really cared, you’d have noticed that your wife is broken”, you tell him between gasps, your shoulders caving in. “I tried fixing myself with a break, but you can’t even give me that.”
He’s starting to realise that things aren’t alright at all. You flinch when he takes a step towards you, an action which stabs him clean through his heart because he’s your husband, your Tetsuro, your person. Tea, then, a neutral offering that manages to calm you down enough to take a seat, even if you’re still shaking, falling to pieces while laughing, laughing -
“Tell me what’s wrong”, he begs. “Tell me what I can do to fix you.”
You take a sip of tea. It’s hot enough to burn you, but you don’t seem to notice.
“I can’t do this anymore, Tetsuro.”
“Don’t say that”, he snaps, his inner child recoiling because he can’t bear to have his girls go through what he went through, wondering if it was his fault, his very existence that caused his parents to split up. “The girls and I need you -”
You don’t seem to hear him.
“Princess”, he falls back on his pet name for you, rusty from lack of use. “Come back to me.”
You’re unmoved, your eyes unseeing, deaf to his pleas. Sip after sip, you gulp down scalding tea, each action jerky, mechanical. Frozen, in an impenetrable placidness that he can’t read. You’re sitting right in front of him but you’re not really there at all.
“Let’s talk when you’re back home”, he finally says. “Have a good break.”
The immature little boy that still lives in his psyche is still unconvinced that it’s a bad idea to drag you back home with him posthaste, but you asked for a break, and it’s the least he can give to you.
You allow him to roll out your futon for you, to swaddle you in layers of blankets as if that would keep you from falling apart any further. As he kisses your forehead to bid you goodnight and goodbye, he feels the brittleness of your bones, the thinness of your skin beneath his palms and he spends the hour-long train ride home wondering how he managed to look away long enough for you to turn into a shadow of your past self.
He goes straight to your mother’s house to retrieve the girls. As penance, he stands at the front door, head bowed, letting your mother yell at him in front of the neighbours for being a useless husband and an irresponsible father. After all, he deserves every word she flings in his face. He’s just thankful that she doesn’t ream him out in front of the girls.
“Where’s mama?” Fumiko mumbles half asleep into his neck. “Want mama.”
He cradles her closer. “She’ll be home tomorrow”, he tells her, hoping with every fibre of his being that that does not turn out to be a lie. Aiko, older and wiser, just stays quiet, so he forces a smile on his face for her sake.
Kuroo Tetsuro is far from okay.
The strain of the day wears on him and he’s sure there are burning emails in his inbox for him to firefight, but there’s a long list of chores to be done in your absence. The girls’ school bags need to be packed (in the case of five year old Fumiko) or checked (for ten year old Aiko), their uniforms to be laid out, the laundry sorted and folded. He barely gets any sleep before he has to hop out of bed to throw together a cold breakfast of milk and cereal that makes Fumiko burst into tears and Aiko’s face droops. By the time he shuffles his two cranky children out of the house and into their respective schools, he’s late for work.
He meets Bokuto and Kenma for lunch since there’s no lunch bento waiting for him in the fridge, though he regrets the decision to leave the refuge of his work desk for the boardroom of Bouncing Ball Corporation when Mitsuki joins them and, sharp-eyed as ever, sinks her talons into him.
“You look like shit”, she says to him as a greeting.
“Thanks”, he grounds out. The girls demanded he work their hair into the neat braids they insisted you always do, so bedhead would have to do for him today.
“I’ve never seen you without hair gel before”, Bokuto marvels. “You look weird.”
“I had a crap morning, okay”, he snaps, biting the head off the karaage fish in his store bought bento, which he resents for tasting worse than those you usually make for him. “So I’m sorry if I look slightly less than presentable -”
“You look like a man whose wife just left him - “
Mitsuki’s just stepped right on the wound he’s tried to keep hidden, festering and bleeding beneath his skin, so like an animal lashing out when it’s hurt, Kuroo slaps the table with both palms and snarls.
“Don’t - don’t fucking say that, okay? She’s just taking a break. She’ll come home.”
He can’t stand to see the shock and pity on his closest friends’ faces. “She’s coming home today”, he repeats softly, almost to himself, as if he’s little Fumiko in need of reassurance that the person she needs most in the world hasn’t just abandoned her. “It’s gonna be okay.”
Perhaps it’s the maturity that comes with fatherhood, because Bokuto is the first to react. “That’s right, you’re gonna be okay”, he soothes, pulling Kuroo into his seat. “Kenma’s gonna call your boss and tell him that you’re gonna spend the rest of the afternoon here to plan some event - “
“Sponsorship for the Under-19 team, done”, Kenma snaps his phone shut.
“Guys, I’m fine - ”
“Pretending everything’s okay isn’t going to help.”
Kuroo deflates. “Thanks, Kenma.”
Shelving his worthless pride to lay bare the situation he’s found himself in, that by neglecting his duties as a husband and father, he’s forced you to the brink of a mental breakdown, bad enough that you’ve left him - temporarily, he hopes. In the span of a few hours, he’s already found himself at his wit’s end, struggling to handle both the demands of the kids and his job, something that he realises he’s left you to bear, alone.
“But I can’t figure out why she didn’t just tell me she was feeling overwhelmed”, he says, pulling at a fraying thread in his shirt. “I would’ve listened. I would’ve done better.”
“She shouldn’t have to tell you to do your part”, Mitsuki waves away Bokuto’s desperate gesture for her not to kick a man when he’s already down.
“But I didn’t know -”
“Y’know, I really can’t stand men like you. You guys are amazing at work, able to anticipate your bosses’ and clients’ needs. At this point, you don’t even need to be told by your bosses to jump, you don’t even ask your clients ‘how high’ - yet, for some reason, you manage to turn off your brain the minute you walk in through the front door at home.”
“Maybe I should ask her for a list of things I can help her with -”
Bokuto claps his hand over Mitsuki’s mouth. “Ehhh..you might not wanna finish your sentence or Mitsuki might really bite your head off.”
Kuroo winces, snapping his mouth shut.
“Maybe you can think of it in a different way”, Bokuto says. “Instead of ‘helping’ her - cos that’s just placing the mental burden on her - at least, I think that’s the term Mitsuki-chan used when she explained it to me -” the affronted lawyer nods begrudgingly, and beaming, he continues - “you gotta do your half of the work!”
“Level up”, Kenma provides, rather unhelpfully.
“Open your eyes and use your brain”, Mitsuki says bluntly, rolling her eyes, though her tone is less sharp.
“Where do I start?” Kuroo asks.
Step one.
He picks the girls up from his mother in law’s place, bears with the lecture that’s awaiting him, and sheepishly asks them what their mama usually feeds them for dinner and breakfast, making a mental note of it. Tonight, he’ll cheat by feeding them gyudon at Sukiya, but he drops by the supermarket to procure the ingredients he needs for tomorrow’s breakfast and a bouquet of pink roses, even though he knows it’s probably too little, too late. He counts himself lucky that Fumiko loves bathtime, only needing supervision to wash and dry her hair, and Aiko’s responsible enough to work through her homework without prompting, but he’s still exhausted by the time they both head to bed.
His job doesn’t end there. Running through the checklist Mitsuki begrudgingly allowed Bokuto to give him, he surveys the apartment, comparing it against the mental image of how everything was before you left it. Toys scattered, to be put back in place. Dust on floor, to be vacuumed up. A heap of laundry in the basket, to be hung, dried, ironed.
Just as he finishes all these tasks, the front door swing opens.
“Tadaima”, you call out, voice hushed.
He nearly trips over his feet in his haste to relieve you of your luggage, usher you into a seat by the kitchen counter. “Okaerie”, he breathes,
“The girls?” you ask.
He’ll buy Bokuto lunch next time. “I picked them up from your mom”, he responds. “Don’t wake them up, I just put them to bed.”
You peek into their rooms nonetheless. “Thanks”, you say, heading next to the fridge. “By the way, I’ll pay you back for the hotel room from my own money, don’t worry.”
That’s the last thing on his mind. Besides, his sin is being a neglectful husband, not a miser. “It’s fine, I’ll cover it”, he scratches his head, embarrassed that you’re even bringing it up. “I should’ve realised you needed a break.”
That makes you frown, but you accept anyway. He watches you stack bread, eggs, ham, cheese, and it strikes him that you’re already worrying about the girls’ breakfast when you look as if you haven’t even had your own dinner.
“You haven’t had dinner?” he asks.
You reply carelessly that you’ve had a bento on the train back. You don’t even bother to look at him.
“I’ll take the girls in the mornings from now”, he tells you. “Sleep in and take a break.”
That gets your attention.
“Really?”
He plasters a confident smirk on his face to reassure you that he’s got it all in hand.
“Oh”, you’re adorable when you’re confused, but he hates that he’s given you reason to doubt him. “Wake me up if you need my help?”
“I won’t”, he promises.
It’s time for him to level up.
Step two.
He’s not going to lie to himself that he finds it difficult to do even half of what you used to do. Taking over the responsibility of wrangling the girls out of bed and into school, coming home early enough for dinner with you, that requires him to have hard conversations with his boss about not being able to go out for drinks or come in early anymore which probably hurts his chances for his next promotion, forces him to give up an hour or two of sleep, but it’s worth it if it allows you to heal.
“Don’t expect a gold star for your efforts”, Mitsuki warned him. “It’s just what you should’ve been doing before, so it’s time for you to go above and beyond.”
He takes her words to heart. You deserve to go to work well-rested, to wind down at night with a hot bath. He’ll buy a robot vacuum and pour over its manual that’s thicker than a textbook, do laundry loads while hopping on and off conference calls, wrestle the iron to press down his own shirts.
You seem baffled by the sudden shift in the winds, but he just pretends everything is normal. Business as usual. Things are just as they should’ve been.
In his next push to right his wrongs, he organises a Saturday dinner date with you. The girls are packed off with your mother, he makes the reservation, books the cab, compliments your dress. He asks you about your work (tiring), your boss (a micro-manager), the books you’ve read recently (nada, zilch). In the uphill battle to keep the conversation from being stilted, he makes a fatal mistake.
“We can make it work if you want to quit your job and stay home full time with the children.”
In his mind, that was a reasonable suggestion to make since you seem to hate your job and boss with a fiery passion. But you stare at him wide-eyed, your initial confusion hardening into anger.
“Did the guys at work tell you it’s easier to have a housewife instead of a working wife? Are you saying this because you don’t think I’m a good enough mother to our girls?”
You don’t give him a chance to backpedal, shooting a sarcastic apology for being selfish enough to refuse to be reliant on him, so he just slumps back in his chair in defeat.
“I just want you to be happy”, he murmurs. “Forget I ever said that.”
Step three.
To figure out step three, he schedules an emergency lunch meeting on Monday. The troops convene in Kenma’s boardroom to listen to his sorry tale with Mitsuki in charge of the post–battle analysis.
“And remind me again, where did you two meet?”
His face lights up at the memory of his first meeting with you. “Finance 102”, he replies. “We used to be academic rivals turned teammates after I convinced her I was smart enough for her to work with on projects.”
“What made you fall in love with her?”
“As much as I hate it, I have to admit she’s probably smarter than me”, he says, though the fond smile that creeps onto his face betrays the fact that he loves that about you. “She’s just - her, she’s headstrong and funny. Did I tell you how she tried to stab me with her fork when I stole food off her plate -”
“Only a million times”, Kenma interjects.
“She’s always been independent and ambitious, with big dreams and an even bigger heart.”
“Well”, Mitsuki says, adopting the mildest tone she’s used on him this month. “Does that sound like a woman who’d choose to stay home and depend on her husband? Not that there’s anything wrong with being a stay-at-home parent - Koutaro makes my career possible, and I’m the luckiest woman in the world to have him as my husband.”
“Babyyyyy.” Bokuto bawls, looking at MItsuki as if she hangs the moon in the sky.
Gross. Kenma seems to agree. “Let’s get back to Kuroo’s failing marriage”,
“So I shouldn’t bring up the suggestion that she quit her job again?”
His three person council shake their heads in unison. “Just keep what you’re doing”, Bokuto pipes up. “Sounds like you’re already doing the right things! Just gotta keep making sure she’s not holding up the sky herself.”
He can do that.
“And maybe talk to her?”, Kenma offers.
That’s the suggestion that he wants to dismiss right off the bat because he’s too much of a coward to even face the possibility that you might leave him. He doesn’t want to become his dad so he resolves to keep his head down and continue pushing ahead with his efforts to prove to you that he can be the husband you deserve, so you won’t wake up one day and decide to walk out on him again.
But his subconscious fears force his nightmares into overdrive. Dreams of packed bags and stacks of divorce papers makes him yelp loud enough for you to roll over and shake him awake. He’s a terrible husband for disturbing your sleep, but in his sleep-dazed state of confusion he just sinks back into the pillow, exhaling a sigh of relief.
“Thank the gods you haven’t left.”
“Why would I leave?”, you mumble, turning away again. “It’s my home, isn’t it.”
He sits up, rubs the nightmares away from his eyes. “I was afraid you left me.”
The silence nearly suffocates him. The sudden need to know exactly where you stand eats away at him and he crawls towards you. “Are you going to leave me”, he asks, praying to all the gods in the universe that you’ll reassure him otherwise.
His heart breaks anew when he hears a small sob, buried in the bedclothes. “I don’t know, Tetsuro”, you finally say. “I’m tired of being alone in a marriage when it’s supposed to be us working together.”
“I’m sorry.” There’s nothing much he can say.
A broken whisper. “I’m tired”, you exhale. “I think I deserve better.”
“I’ll make it better”, he promises.
He will. He will.
Kuroo Tetsuro is trying his best.
He takes a cooking class on the weekends to learn how to prepare bento boxes that are nutritious and easy on the wallet. He takes over the ferrying of Fumiko to her swimming lessons, work on Aiko’s art projects with her. He hires a part time cleaner to pick up the deep cleaning, so you and he have time to take the girls out on weekend outings instead of spending all day on a week’s worth of cumulated chores. A dishwasher appears in the house. He makes it a game for he and the girls to load and unload dishware each night.
“There’s a networking wine night for finance next Wednesday”, he tells you casually. “I’ll make sure to be home so you can go, if you want.”
You goggle at him.
“Go schmooze so the world knows you’re as amazing as I know you are.”
You trust him enough to leave the girls behind in his care and go. He counts that as a win.
Some nights he still can’t get home in time for dinner, but he always makes sure he’s home in time for a bedtime story and a goodnight kiss. Aiko avers that at the grand old age of ten, she doesn’t need her papa to tuck her to bed anymore, but she sidles into Fumiko’s room everynight and sits in the corner of her little sister’s bed as the littler girl listens to his tall tales.
“I met a princess when I was eighteen”, he says with a grin when he notices you listening in. “Instead of a crown, she armed herself with a fork, ready to cut down anyone who’d cross her.”
His heart skips a beat when he hears your voice from the doorway. “Don’t be dramatic”, you interrupt, a small smile growing on your face. “You were trying to steal my food and didn’t stop ‘til I stabbed you.”
Fumiko huffs, unhappy that her story’s being interrupted, but he can’t seem to tear his gaze away from you. “You left it on the table, princess. I consider that fair game.”
“Let ‘to-san tell the story, ka’san.” Aiko grumbles.
He savours your laughter. It tastes better than the finest wine.
“I can’t believe I have to fly all the way to Italy just to meet Kageyama-kun”, he huffs. “At least Hinata is meeting us there, I’ll revolt if I had to go up to Brazil as well.”
“You know it can’t be helped”, you reply. “The promotional activities planned need your presence, and it’s only for a week.”
“Will you be okay when I’m gone?”
His fears melt away when you hand him his suitcase, a flask of his favourite tea. “I’ve always managed fine. Nothing’s changed.”
His little monsters, realising that he’s about to leave, decide to launch a synchronised attack on him. Aiko throws herself at him in a bear hug. Fumiko yanks at his sleeve demanding a thousand kisses.
“Yes, well. I’ll be home soon. Please wait for me” he says to you when the girls finally release him. The expression on your face is unreadable, but you don’t pull away when he takes the liberty of taking your hand in his.
He feels your heartbeat accelerates. You glance up at him, almost shy. “I’ll see you soon.”
He’s so tempted to call his boss and pretend that he’s too ill to get on that damned flight, but he’s pretty sure that would get him fired. Instead, he calls you and the girls every day, and brings home a luggage full of presents for all of you.
When he’s home, he celebrates by putting on the frilliest pink apron he’s ever seen (courtesy of Yaku, who sent it to him all the way from Moscow as a joke) and throwing an elaborate takoyaki party, replete with customised toppings - octopus, cheese and shrimp, which the girls enjoyed even if he burnt the first batch and had to call Fukunaga frantically for tips to rescue the rest. It turns out to be such a success that he makes it a weekly event. Okonomiyaki is next, which he flips with expert confidence on a hot plate to the applause of you and the girls.
“Itadakimasu”, you clap your hands together. “It tastes good.”
He nearly melts into his pan. “Thank you”, he replies. “It means a lot, coming from you.”
His nights are still plagued by nightmares.
Things are better with you, he likes to think. The violets beneath your eyes are replaced by roses in your cheeks. He hears you humming about the house again. You pick up reading again, the shelves in the house start to groan under the weight of books belonging to the girls and you. You’re as eager as the girls to go on the next adventure, whether it be a summer night out in the park with sparklers, or a nerf gun battle at home on rainy days.
Still, he doesn’t know for sure what he’s doing is enough for you and he’s too much of a coward to check. So he’ll wake up almost every night, fumble in the dark just to make sure you’re there.
You’re there, until you aren’t.
It’s three in the morning. The space beside him is cold and empty.
He throws off the blankets, trips on his bed slippers. He crashes through into the living room and oh, there you are - sitting at the dining table, typing furiously at your laptop while mouthing off to yourself about the ridiculous demands your client makes.
“What’s wrong?” you frown.
He walks towards you, trying to discern that you’re real, you’re there, not some trick of the light..
“You’re - you’re still here.”
You nod slowly, eyeing him strangely. “My boss called and asked me to send out an urgent email. I was just about to go back to bed.”
He exhales, tries to force his trembling heart back into his chest. He thinks he’s doing a good job trying to act nonchalant, smoothing back his frazzled mane of hair, but you see right through him as you always do.
“Tetsuro”, you say slowly. “Is everything alright?
The truth tumbles out of his mouth. “I thought you were gone.”
Then he hangs his head, looks at his feet, afraid that he’ll only see rejection in your eyes. He’s a pathetic failure of a husband who has a decade’s worth of sins to make up for, and there’s no justification for him to selfishly to seek your absolution.
It comes anyway, in the form of soft hands pulling him forward.
“I’m here”, you say, pulling him into your embrace, letting him rest his heavy head in your lap.
He doesn’t allow himself to sink into your warmth. “Are you happier now? Are things better for you?”
“Yes”, he hears you say. The tension he’s been carrying around these few months lifts. “Thank you, Tetsuro. I appreciate it. I really do. You don’t have to work yourself to death - that’s never what I was asking for. If you’re tired -”
He shakes his head at your suggestion. He’s got a long way yet before he earns any reprieve.
“Tetsuro -”
He sits up abruptly, takes your hands in his.
“Promise you won’t leave me”, he pleads. “I know you’ve had to carry what must’ve felt like the weight of the entire world on your own, and I don’t have any excuse for that.”
“You don’t”, you agree.
He accepts the blow but he takes comfort that you don’t pull away. “I know that now. I know now how fucking hard it was to do it all alone.”
“It was hard. It was so, so hard, Tetsuro. I became numb to the pain. I don’t think I was functioning, I haven’t been for a while. For a long, long while.”
“I’m sorry”, his voice cracks.
“I know.” You cup his face in your hands, offers him comfort he doesn’t deserve. “That’s a chapter of our marriage that’s past, that can’t be unwritten. But the past few months have been different. You’ve shown me that you’ve changed.”
The first glimmer of sunlight after a long, dark winter. Hope blooms with your smile.
“I think”, you say. “I think we can make this work again.”
He stares at you, dumbstruck. Then the fact that you’re giving him another chance dawns upon him, and he crashes forward to rest his head on your shoulder, unashamed to cry tears of relief.
“Thank you”, he exhales brokenly. “I won’t fuck this up again, I promise.”
You press a kiss to his forehead, curl up trustingly in his arms. “Don’t thank me”, you laugh. “Thank yourself for making me believe in you.”
He drinks up each drop of your affection, falls asleep in the cradle of your arms.
“Is this what flirting is like?”
He wakes up to Aiko’s impertinent question, her hands on hips looking distinctly unimpressed at finding her parents asleep on the sofa, entwined together.
“Who taught you that word?” Kuroo asks, aghast that his ten year old daughter even recognises the existence of the opposite gender.
Aiko sticks her tongue at him, and he’s too distracted by Fumiko taking a flying leap onto the sofa with them, chattering a thousand miles an hour about what’s for breakfast and whether they can go to the zoo this afternoon - though he pins his suspicions on Bokuto’s trio of sons.
“Monsters”, he says. “Can’t even give your to-san a break to snuggle up to your pretty ka’san.”
The girls shriek in dismay - Aiko, at being a witness to further gross displays of affection between her parents, Fumiko, at being called a monster despite being a self-proclaimed princess. You prod at the soft flesh between his ribs.
“Don’t be mean”, you admonish him.
He sniffs, taking the chance to draw you closer. “I’m cranky in the mornings unless I get a morning kiss.”
You snort, swatting at him. “You make it sound as if kisses contain caffeine.”
The girls giggle, but he protests.
“Full of nonsense”, you tease, but you kiss him, again and again and again.
Things settle into a steady, sustainable pace.
You refuse to allow him to bear the weight of the household on his back alone. There are frank conversations to be had about what each of you can realistically handle without burning out. He leads the charge in the mornings, whipping up breakfast with the aid of his two sous chefs, building an expertise in braiding and french twists that could possibly allow him to moonlight as a hairstylist. You, on the other hand, take charge of evening pick-ups, cooking dinners, supervising homework and art projects until he comes home and tags you out.
Chores are evenly split. He doesn’t allow you to assume the mental load of organising the household by yourself. “We both have a degree in business management”, he likes to remind you, because he now knows that remembering to run errands, scheduling appointments - all of this is work too.
You force him to take breaks. If you get to relax with your friends, so should he. “If you get too stressed, you’ll lose your hair and we can’t have that.” He yelps when he imagines himself bald and obediently complies when you call Kenma up, talk him into getting him and Bokuto and Akaashi (when he’s feeling less morose about his singlehood) to go for a round of pick up volleyball. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself”, you note wryly when he returns home crowing about how he stuffed an Olympic player with a kill block.
“I did”, he replies, catching your hips to pull you in, cheekily ignoring your complaints that he’s sweaty. “But I enjoy coming home to you even more.”
“Gross”, you grumble, but you seem content to remain in his arms.
It’s another small moment he treasures. Life, he learns, is made of moments, both big and small. He’d made the mistake of only focusing on the big ones - graduation, playing at nationals, the day he was lucky enough to marry you, each of his daughter’s birthdays. Now, though, he cherishes each moment, each second he has with you and the girls, no matter how little, no matter how small.
He likes to come into the bathroom each night, leaning his elbow on the edge of the bathtub as you chat to him about your day, luxuriating in the bath he drew for you. You and he take turns to complain about life’s inconveniences as you clear emails once the girls have gone off to bed- colleagues who shirk their work, bosses who nitpick overmuch, washing everything down with steaming cups of herbal tea.
“Are you happy?”, he asks you, night after night.
“Mm”, you say with an impish grin. “I’d be happier if you let me put my toes on your calves.”
“They’re freezing”, he groans but scoots over anyway. “Better?”
“Much better”, you hum, content. “Life is good.”
He’s not remiss in planning the big moments too.
A year passes quickly to your wedding anniversary. He packs your suitcase, books the train tickets and whisks you back to the ryokan in Hakone, though this time he upgrades you both to their largest suite. “I feel like a princess!” you exclaim, twirling about the room.
Your happiness is worth every yen he spent.
You spend the day strolling down avenues lined with cherry blossoms, Mount Fuji looming in the backdrop, the evening exchanging heated kisses in the private onsen he booked. You’re older now, with laughter lines creased into your forehead, grey streaks in your hair, but you’re still the same girl he fell in love with all those years ago.
“And you couldn’t wait ‘til we got back to our room?” you smack him.
He also loves how there’s fire burning bright in your eyes, the way it always used to. “You kissed me first!”
“You kissed me second!”
“I don’t hear you complaining”, he cackles.
You try to shush him, to no avail, as he draws the attention of everyone around him.
“What a happy couple”, an obaa-san remarks out loud. “They must be newlyweds.”
Well, she’s not wrong. You’re as radiant as you were fifteen years ago, his spring bride, but he’s an old man doddering on, hopefully with his edges sanded off with time. “Just your regular old, married couple”, he chortles when you’re safely back in the room.
“A happily married couple”, you reply, serenely sipping your tea. “That obaa-san definitely got that part right.”
There’s a lump in his throat that he can’t swallow. “Are you happy?” he manages to ask anyway.
“With you?” Your smile is warm, bright. Always.”
Both of you are doing alright.
a/n: it's been a while, hasn't it.
i've been alright - how are you guys doing?
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My shoujo ass cant stop thinking of kenma and masaki wit my baby sai...................
Kaleidoscope Series—Clouds and Mochi Chapters: { First Princess }
—Gojo Satoru X Wife Reader
𑁍 Genre: fluff, domestic life, parenthood
𑁍 WC/CW/TW: (1.7k)—/overprotective Dad Satoru, he's having a girl dad dilemma, lovey-dovey moments, fluff, overall domestic life, 3rd munchkins cameo, slight mention of jujutsu society, childhood friends—/
𑁍 A/N: Trick or Treat! And Satoru got the treat from his Baby Cat! In exchange for a stomachache~
Gojo Satoru... never in his life thought he would die this early...
He can't believe time has passed so much that his bones are starting to hurt when he moves or that his already white hair can get any whiter... or that—
"Love... I have never once doubted where our kids got their drama skills." You sighed, interrupting his monologue.
"Baby!" Your husband whined from the couch and stomped his feet. "She's just 13!"
"Exactly... Calm down 'Toru." You sighed and wiped your hands on your apron. You could see Kouki watching over his two younger siblings in the backyard... Satoru, on the other hand, is having a midlife crisis because of his first daughter.
Barefooted, he trudged to the kitchen and hugged you from the back, a petulant pout on his lips.
"I should have taught her to kick harder as a kid. Maybe I should enroll our daughters in an all-girls school instead. It's not too late y—"
You stuff his mouth with the mochi you're making, effectively shutting him up and, at the same time, calming him down. His ranting turned to munching, and his chattering mouth soon turned to a chin resting on your shoulder while you make snacks for the kids with a husband stuck to your back, hugging you like a teddy bear, asking for bites of what you're making.
You wiped your hand after putting the new batch of brownies you made in the oven.
"You know Saika would never intentionally do anything to make you disappointed. But she's a growing girl, a very good girl at that. Barring her from exploring will not solve the problem." You sighed and turned around to stare at your husband's pouting lips. Gosh, he never grew up from the pouting phase. "If we try to stop her from exploring, she might tend to be sneaky instead. How can we give her guidance if she doesn't feel accepted?" You smiled at Satoru, washing off his worries with your words.
"I know... It's just that..." Satoru blew out a frustrated sigh. "I don't want her to get hurt. She's too young for this, y'know..." He hugged you, burying his face in your neck.
You inhale a large breath and pat his back, empathizing with your husband and his dilemma for being a girl dad. You wonder if you'll ever feel this too with your sons... Or if your husband is simply just being the sensitive big teddy bear he is.
"Y'know, Love..." You trailed and took his face in your hands. "I hate to break it to you like this, but..." You chuckled. "Saika is just with her classmates doing a school project."
Saika has been telling you for one week straight how she's so excited to go over to her friend's house for the first time and do their project, something about some baking activity in home economics, which you agreed with delight. Satoru was also happy about it... until he asked who was her group partners.
"Masaki and Kenma and Iori, and..."
The rest of her partners were ignored the second Satoru heard familiar names.
"Masaki... Kenma?"
"Still! Did you see how that Chiba boy dared come to my doorstep every Tuesday morning to pick up my Cat? That brat, when he grows up, I swear when he grows u—"
You poked his cheeks with your fingers, stopping his plans.
"Baby, you see that?" You pointed to your eldest son, making flower crowns for his youngest sister while his younger brother kept climbing on his back. "You and Kouki have been watching over her since she was born. Do you think your son will be this calm if he doesn't trust Saika's friends? We both know how protective he is of her sister, and he knows Masaki because he goes to school with him almost daily."
You kissed Satoru's frowning brow, easing his temples while his arms remained around your waist, still with the bit of pout on his lips but not as hysterical as earlier.
"Can you blame me? I'm clingy with my first princess." Satoru sighed. "She was so tiny when I first held her. I was so scared if I breathed too deep, she would cry. She's so precious and fragile that I can't handle it. If she cries, it would crush me..." Satoru's words were muffled as he sank into your arms.
"Mnnn... I know. Must prepare our youngest girl if you suddenly bawl out when she finally gets a boyfriend two decades later.
You didn't have to pull his face up to your eyes to know how Satoru turned several shades paler and sucked a nervous gasp against your collarbone. You saw your two youngest munchkins run to the front yard and the famous single-double tone of knock on your doorsteps.
He left you as quick as a bullet train and ran to the door where, as expected, his Cat was, holding a basket of sweets, and behind her... was someone Satoru would pronounce as his mortal enemy years from now.
Maybe because Masaki is the one he often sees, Satoru never really paid attention to Kenma. That was a long time ago. Saika was just a toddler back then, oblivious to what a 'boyfriend' meant, and took it too literally as a male friend.
"Papa! Look, I made mochi for you!" Saika's eyes lit up, and excitedly enumerated the sweet he brought home for everyone.
"Hey Princess, did you make all these? Lemme have this one~" Satoru looked in the basket and got a cheese stick, then praised his daughter for making them very good... that's a lie, it tastes like the Baumkuchen you threw out coz it was three days expired. But he can't possibly say that in front of his precious daughter, who will probably cause him to go in and out of the toilet later.
"Sir, good afternoon."
A serious voice greeted Satoru.
In his straight stance, hands behind his back and feet against each other, Masaki bowed to Satoru. Saika was used to this. Masaki would greet her Papa, and her Papa would grunt with the same constipated look he always had every time Masaki came into their home.
"Masaki-kun, thank you for bringing Saika home safely." You appeared behind Satoru with a smile. The kid looked up and greeted you formally as well.
"Good afternoon, Lady Y/n..." The young boy visibly softened his stance at your sight, but when he saw Satoru watching him like a hawk, Masaki instantly straightened up again like a soldier under his supervisor's stern glare.
"How about you come inside for tea, Masaki-kun? I made some baklava." You warmly invited, patting Satoru's shoulder in silent warning. Saika already went inside, calling her siblings.
"I... I'd love to, Lady Y/n, but my mother told me to be home by 3 in the afternoon." The boy looked a bit somber as he turned down your offer. You know his parents are stricter than others, so you cannot find fault in such an answer.
"Then next time, I'll make some milk pan. Saika loves those." You didn't miss how his eyes sparkled at your offer and the subtle scoff of Satoru on the side.
The kid waved goodbye, but just then, a rushing Saika almost collided with you in the hallway. She ran past you and Satoru towards Masaki, who was already at the gate.
You couldn't hear what they were saying, but based on the cellophane-wrapped baklava your daughter was handing towards Masaki, you could only chuckle and hold down the hand of your seething husband, dragging him a little more inside the house, just enough so the two of you can spy on the kids.
Your husband silently huffs and walks into the house, holding the basket of sweets Saika brought home, calling the kids to share the treat. Though you didn't miss how he ordered his men to watch over Masaki to make sure the boy reached the Chiba Estate safely.
Later that night, you saw Satoru talking to Saika over an ice cream, the two of them huddled up on the couch, playing some Mario Kart.
"Papa doesn't like Masaki, Mama?" Kouki, in his pajamas, walked closer to you, asking you to dry his long hair from the shower.
"You know your Papa, you'd never hear the end of it if it comes to boys." You carefully wring out the excess water from his artic tresses while he hummed and stared at his sister and father fighting over the last spoon of the ice cream.
"Masaki is better," Kouki said with a long look.
"Why so?" Oh? You quirk a brow at your eldest's remark.
"His family is a branch of the Gojo Clan, though the Chiba clan is a minor family, at least that lessens the complexity of explaining about normal citizens and sorcerers." Kouki huffs.
"Since when did my son start thinking of this stuff? Sweetheart? Is that all?" You chuckled and hugged your eldest, pinching his nose.
"Of course, it also makes it easier to hunt him down if he hurts Cat's feelings," Kouki grumbled with a pout. Just like his father, thankfully, your youngest son is just a toddler, or else you don't know how to keep your three boys from guarding their sister like an apparition against other men.
"Mama! That's unfair. You didn't comb my hair tonight." Saika called from the living room as she saw her brother all fluffy and well-groomed from your hands.
"I can comb it for you, Cat!" Satoru added. Kouki soon joined the huddle, poking fun at his sister.
Needless to say, whoever tries to ask for your daughter's hand, they'll have to go through a lot. She is, after all, the first princess of the most important boys in her life... Just like that, you can't help but wish that if ever... she did find the man of her life, he would treat her as precious as you all have treasured her... Just like how her father has cherished you, or maybe even more.
Satoru chuckled and put down the comb.
"See, my Little Treasure is as pretty as ever!"
—GreyCaelum
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omg hello!
since requests are open and all, I want to request kenma, Suna and atsumu and Oikawa with a reader who gets happy over the most childish thinsg
I got a shadow the hedgehog plush backpack from one of my brothers and I was so happy for like a week straight
HQ BOYS WITH AN S/O WHOS LOVES CHILDISH THINGS
a/n: THIS IS LITERALLY ME. i still watch disney movies and kids shows bcs they're just so nostalgic and wonderlicious
warnings: suna's is a little ooc but wtv im in a fluffy duffy mood
suna, atsumu, and oikawa x reader (separate)
S. RINTARO
he finds it so cute
he loves how he can give you something like a plushie or a lollipop and you get all happy and smiley
he just loves it. he loves you!
he's addicted to the way your eyes light up and brighten the room when a funny scene comes on in the kids show you're watching
literally anyone could see the way his eyes soften whenever you get all happy over something childish
he just finds it so stinking adorable
but ofc, he also has to tease you about it
its all in good fun, he loves it so much
you giggled happily and twirled around with the cute little plushie that rin had just given you. it was soft and fluffy and warm and had the cutest ears and just made you so happy.
unbeknownst to you, rin was staring at you lovingly with a tender gaze, wondering to himself how he got someone so cute.
you were the light rin needed. when he got down and dark, you were the light that pulled him back up. and he found the fact that you loved stuff like this SO CUTE
contrary to what he was thinking, he smirked and began to tease you about it. "it makes you that happy? what are you, a baby?"
you beamed. "your baby!"
he cringed slightly, but then let out a loving sigh as he curled an arm around you.
"i guess so."
M. ATSUMU
he loves everything about you, and that includes your love for childish things
whenever you have a cute reaction to something childish, he has to fight the urge to spin you around in a tight hug and pepper your face with kisses and tell you how cute that was
he fails most of the time
he doesn't really think its weird or tease you about it or anything
i firmly believe that atsumu still sleeps with his childhood stuffie, so he thinks its cute that you guys are kinda similar in that aspect
also, hes just a ginormous child, so uh
it was a peaceful sunday afternoon, and you guys were watching bluey together. then, during the magic xylophone episode in the scene where bluey's dad played bluey like a piano and tickled her silly, he paused the show and quickly pounced on you and dug his fingers into your ribs.
"you're MY magic xylophone! ping ping ping! ping ping! pururururuing!" he shouted, kneading and knocking at your ribs
"tsuhuhumu, stahahap!" you giggled trying weakly to fight his hands off
"hmm.. i think that i should get some more practice in, don'tcha think?" he teased, continually prodding at the sensitive area.
"NAHAHA TSUHU- *HIC!*"
you both paused at the little hiccup you gave. it was silent for a moment before atsumu grabbed you and spun you around, laughing as you giggled and "wheee!"'d.
"yer so freakin' cute im gonna die!" he laughed as he peppered your face with kisses.
you giggled as you two settled back down on the couch together, cuddling up with each other and your favorite stuffies.
he sighed contentedly as he leaned his head on you, melting into your warmth as you did the same.
he honestly loved moments where he could be childish without being judged like this with the person he loved most in the world. (he internally apologized to his ma)
O. TOORU
little brat but its ok
he really likes bubbles, as do you
sometimes when its nice out, the two of you will just blow bubbles and just watch in mesmerization
(sometimes in the shower too!)
hes also really into disney
he hid it before, but once he started dating you, one of his favorite at-home date activities is watching disney movies together!
frozen is his fav
he knows all the lyrics to all the frozen songs and sings along everytime
hes your little princess
"LET IT GOOOO" tooru screeched in your ear. "LET IT GOOOOOOO! CAN'T HOLD IT BACK AAAANYMO-O-ORE"
"LET IT GOOOO" you screeched in his ear. "LET IT GO-O-O, TURN AWAY AND SLAM THE DOOOOR"
"I DON'T CARE"
"WHAT THEY'RE GOING TO SAY"
"LET THE STORM RAGE OOOOOOOOON" tooru held the high note, his voice cracking a couple times.
"the cold never bothered me anyway" *hairflip*
you two plopped your butts back down on the couch heavily, tired and out of breath from the karaoke session.
"you did really well, princess" he complimented, voice breathy.
"you... you, too." you replied, "princess."
"HEY" he cried, clinging onto you. "i'm your PRINCE, remember?"
you grinned. "i think princess suits you better."
"y/n-chaaaaaaan!" he whined, shaking you, "you're so mean!"
you couldn't help but laugh at his childish antics, hiding your face slightly with your olaf plushie
"i love you."
you stopped short, giving him a curious look.
"you're the one for me."
you simply smiled in return. "as are you for me."
"Y/N-CHAN LOOK! ITS THE PART WHERE THEY MEET OLAF!!"
"OH MY GOD I LOVE THAT PART"
𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒, 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃
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Can i please request a part 2/continue of this https://honeystwiggypeach.tumblr.com/post/693214155838210048/hi-im-really-enjoying-your-haikyuu-dad-stories (of Kenma ad oikawa) 
Yess!!! I really wanted someone to request that😭I think I would have eventually write it even if it wasn’t requested so thank you so much for requesting!!!
Part one!(what anon linked!)
Also very sorry this took so long to write I had school!
Light tw~ angst to fluff(I think this is fluffier??) let me know if I missed anything!!
Kenma
Two weeks later you and Kenma have planned a cute little day for Yuta to meet his dad.
You’d both decided since it was warm out that you should go somewhere indoors where Yuta’s never been eventually deciding that the aquarium was one of the better options, where you’d practically begged Kenma to go on one of your first dates to, he ended up enjoying it after some grumbling.
“So do you remember who mama told you we were going to meet?” You ask as you strap Yuta’s little shoes to his feet.
He nods excitedly “who?” Yoh ask just to be sure he knew.
“Dada!” He practically shouts as he jumps up from the bench.
After a car ride filled with hundreds of “are we there yet”s and a few “mama where are we going” paired along with “mama where are we?” Yoh finally put your car into park beside Kenma’s as you get out unbuckling Yuta and setting him down before you grab your diaper bag.
Throughout the day you watched Kenma chase after Yuta listening intently as he rambled on about finding Nemo and any other facts he knew about fish.
“This is nice” you whisper standing infront of the same aquarium you’d had your first kiss with Kenma near.
He hums thoughtfully, “missed you a lot” he whipsers squeezing your hand lightly and you find yourself smiling softly as you look towards the floor, Yuta sleeping against Kenma’s shoulder.
Oikawa
Somehow against your will you find yourself sitting across from Oikawa and Hikari babbling back and forth as you wait for your drinks in a little cafe and Hikari a little cake.
It melts your heart the way she smiles up at Oikawa already like he’s molded the world just for her, and if you didn’t know your own situation your certain you’d think he did.
“Yea, what next?” He asks causing her to babble right back at him chattering as a little cake gets set infront of her.
She taps her hand against the table waiting for you to pick up the spoon and give her a bite.
“Ahh” you tell her as you try and give her a bite but she simply turns her head away a little huff coming from her.
“Let me see” Oikawa says softly taking the spoon and successfully feeding her.
You roll your eyes, of course she was going to be like this.
As the day progresses, she grows more and more attached to Tooru. Even going as far as asking for him to tuck her in when the two of you get home.
And you can’t say no when she pulls those puppy eyes, the same ones Tooru would flash all those years ago.
Eventually as you shut the door Oikawa behind you, he stops you hand placed gently on your arm, “do you think I could ever get a second chance?”
You stare at him, he can’t be serious right now? Oh but he is, he is dead serious.
“I don’t know Tooru” you sigh out, “probably, we’ll just have to see how it goes won’t we.” You give him the smallest hint of a smile as you open the door motioning for him to exit.
Let me know if there’s anything else you’d like to see me write because I love writing requests!!!
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She got her quiet sneaking in from you.
Kenma’s fingers tap roughly on the controller in his hands, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in focus. He’s died four times to this monster, its shrieks of agony scaring him once embarrassingly in front of his chat, the other three deaths because, now that he’s past being scared, Kenma realizes what a damn hard boss this is.
“Chat, I’m telling you right now, if I see this dev in the streets, I’m taking a crowbar to their knee caps- this is a promise, not a warniIIIIIIING!”
He lurches from the gentle tug of his elbow, heart sinking to his chest in complete fear and acceptance that this is it for him, he’s dead. His arm is ripped away from the source, but when he hears a tiny gasp in fear, Kenma’s heart beats calmly again.
“Daddy okay?” Maesi asks, and kenma pauses the game to turn to her.
“You startled me baby,” he teases, and she blocks up at him with doe eyes to coax him to forgive her. As if she really needs to do that. “But what’s up beautiful?” He asks, putting down his controller and stretching. “How are you, angel?”
Maesi hums and passes her father the plate, her eyes peering up at him timidly- a trait he wants to blame on you, but every time, he’s met with a cocked eyebrow from you. “Want french fry?”
Kenma chuckles and nods, “I mean, you know I’m never gonna say no to fries,” he says, reaching down to grab the lukewarm fry from her tiny plastic plate. God knows how long they’ve been out, at least four hours; but that doesn’t stop kenma from letting his little girl take care of him in her own way. “You wanna be in daddy’s stream? Say hi to chat?” When she nods, Kenma lifts her up and into his lap, and once done, he reaches over to pick up another fry. In his headphones, Kenma hears that he got a donation.
Thank you kuroosassscheek for gifted 75 subs: hey Kenma there’s something behind you
“Thank you, Kuroo,” he scoffs. “Spawn, say hi to chat and uncle Tetsu.”
“Hi chat, hi uncle Tetsu,” she hums shyly, and Kenma kisses her temple around his chewing. “What playin’?”
“Daddy’s playing a scaaaary game,” he says, voice hiked slightly while he gasps. Maesi giggles before passing him another fry, which he takes quickly.
“Gonna have nightmare,” she warns.
Kenma raises his brows in agreement, “mommy’s gonna have to tuck me in.”
“Me too,” she mumbles, curling into Kenma’s hoodie, nose burrowing into his neck and tickling his skin slightly. “Play Star Valley?” She asks.
He hugs her tightly with a fake groan of effort, and she giggles happily, “you want to watch daddy play Stardew Valley?”
“Yeah..”
“Does mumma know you’re in here?”
Maesi is quiet- he chuckles and shakes his head, letting her get comfortable against him. He knows you’re not far, probably asleep on the couch, and Kenma prepares himself to potentially have to carry his two sleeping babies to bed.
“Alright- one second chat,” he says simply, grabbing his controller to change the game to the easy, calming game Maesi loves to watch him play. “We’ll pick that up tomorrow. Gotta protect myself from nightmares.”
Once again, Maesi lets out a little laugh; she tucks her face as close as she can to him, only shifting to grab another fry to munch on. He tips his head slightly again, to plant a kiss on the crown of her head, the soothing music in his headphones gets placed on her head, and before kenma can start any of his tasks, he feels Maesi’s breathing even out, her plate of fries and nuggets placed somewhere on the desk for him to take.
And that’s okay. He’ll play for a while, just in case she wakes up, and he’ll let her sleep in confidence in her fathers arms. Kenma’s pleased as the numbers in his stream doesn’t immediately drop: it stays, even now as it’s been hijacked by the one he loves most.
This 🥺🩷
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𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝
paring: kenma kozume x fem!reader
genre: smau (^_^)!!, comedy, fluff, slight angst, college!au, slow burn (?), friends to lovers, constant pinning reader x in hard denial kozume
summary: the worst part of having a secret crush on yn kuroo, in kozume kenma's case, is that she's one of his close friend's ex and his childhood friend's sister. although y/n makes it clear she harbors deep feelings for the blonde, the two reasons that restrict kozume from making any moves, don't necessarily limit her, “no tetsu, I do not have a crush on your best friend aka my ex-high school situationship aka my recent ex’s best friend… but if I said I did what would the consequences be?” summaries aren't my best suit but wtvr
update sched: hopefully every wednesday n friday (im lying) (updates are often at random)
warning/notes: grammar errors, characters may be (definitely) ooc, profanity, kys/kms jokes, atsumu n yaku's years are off (atsumu is a senior n yaku is a junior), following usa school system btw, lowercase intended, *I FOUND OUT WAY TOO LATE THAT KOZUME IS KENMA'S LAST NAME AND NOT HIS FIRST 😭😭* uhhh none of the pictures used are mine!! (middle picture used made by hakiso_o on twt)
key
✎ - written chapter
profiles
malnourished art students + supportive parentals
kozu's paycheck
table of contents
01 ugly and bitchless
02 surrounded by homosexuals - ✎
03 stuck w me - ✎
04 fnaf
05 you. win.
06 denial is a river in egypt
07 whore house
08 moments before disaster - ✎
09 therapy
10 hi cheese
11 moral support - ✎
12 how cute - ✎
13 blondie #1.5
14 deja vu - ✎
hnnnghh marked as mature so idk if u all can see it but js lmk if u can’t 💔💔
15 monopoly
16 NOTHONGZ
17 sixth sense
18 chivalry isn't dead
19 #onebedtroupe - ✎
20 touché - ✎
21 grandmama chocolate cake - ✎
22 side-hustling - ✎
23 mistake - ✎
24 towels
25 nair hair removal - ✎
26 mic drop
27 cramps - ✎
28 TYPE SHIT
29 secret little personal diary
30 sassy man apocalypse - ✎
31 old man - ✎
32 nipples in a twist
33 BOLSHIE
34 me n the girls
35 introverted freak - ✎
36 first amendment
37 js bitch slapped my ex
38 golden setter
39 dad that stepped up
40 so feminist of you
extras
01 twilight
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Can you do Bokuto/Iwaizumi as a father like Kenma?
[✦] - 𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐃
notes : sorry for being inactive for almost like 2 months :)
warnings : pregnancy idk if that's a warning tho
pairings : dad!bokuto x mom!reader,
dude has baby fever all the time I swear
"y/n it would be so cute!!" "y/n it wouldn't be that hard!!"
he's nagging you 24/7
so you just had to give in 🤷♀️
during the pregnancy he would be so worried
you could literally like cough or something and he'd call a doctor to make sure everything's okay
VERY overprotective
once, a small child came up to you and asked you if there's a baby in your belly and he was glaring at the kid the whole time 😭
but he honestly really likes when little kids come up to you two, he just wants to make sure they don't hurt the baby or smth
he talks to your belly so much
he's so convinced that the baby is understanding and responding too
it's honestly adorable to see him calm for once in his life
bokuto's determined that it's a boy, like literally DETERMINED
I mean, having a girl wouldn't hurt, but like it's just like his sixth sense telling him he's gonna have a boy
he gets so impatient to find out the gender too!!
he's gonna pay any amount of money to find out as fast as possible
… and boom boom his assumption sadly turns out to be true
this is loosely related to this piece I wrote a few months ago, girls or boys?
when the baby's born, he almost drops his son, but thank God he's okay
he probably wanted to name him something like buster 💀
"this is our son, not a dog, kotaro!"
"but people love and play with dogs, and we'll love and play with him, so there isn't a difference!"
yes, that was indeed a real conversation between you two.
but you ended up naming him Ichiro, leaving kotaro whining about why he couldn't name him buster.
but the absolute first thing he's gonna do is take a countless amount of pictures and send them to the whole msby group chat as well as the Japan national team group chat
can't blame him, he's always given off Instagram dad vibes
and when I say Instagram dad, I mean, like, Instagram dad.
he will post the smallest things lil Ichiro does, and bokuto's a pro athlete, so it's gonna get some attention 🤷♀️
his son is gonna do something as simple as point at the tv and giggle when his favorite character comes on the screen, and he's gonna post that.
his friends are supportive of it too, especially my baby Shoyo <3 <3 (I'm trying so hard not to make this about him but my Shoyo phase is coming back rn)
shoyo_msby21 it's like I saw him as a baby just yesterday !!
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matching outfits.
kotaro has never been the best with fashion, but with the help of you and his teammates, he has gotten better at dressing his son up
like imagine there's just a whole section in the closet just for matching father-son outfits.
He's gonna spend thousands on clothes for the family. sometimes all of you go out wearing the same colour outfit or something
matching jerseys too, little Ichiro always goes to his father's games wearing an identical, but smaller jersey <3
his son is gonna be a total daredevil, sometimes even kotaro surprisingly gets worried.
the kid is gonna have little star printed bandaids all over his little hands and legs, but I guess people learn from their mistakes, don't they?
he's gonna love being the center of attention, clinging to his dad whenever he's getting interviewed. He just wants the world to know that a star player like his dad has a star son like him!
overall, Bokuto gets an A for being an adept father.
Requests are open!
#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu x reader#dad!bokuto#bokuto x reader#bokuto fluff#bokuto koutarou#bokuto koutaro x reader#bokuto koutaro fluff
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Opposites Attract: Iwaizumi x Reader
Masterlist
Summary: YN is a first-year at Nekoma HS and is best friends with Kenma, Kuroo, Bokuto, and Akaashi. She is Nekoma’s VBC manager and a fantastic volleyball player. Being trained by her adopted dad, Yasafumi Nekomata, had its perks after all. The summer training camp was coming up and it was announced that some new teams would be joining this year. With that news, YN couldn’t shake the feeling that her life was about to be turned upside down, in more ways than one. Nothing could prepare her for finding out she had a long lost twin brother named Shoyo Hinata. She was right about one thing, her life had indeed been turned upside down.
Pairings: Iwaizumi x Reader
Status: Coming Soon
Warnings: Language, 17+ memes, angst, forced proximity
Updates: When I Can
Taglist: Open (0/50) Please send an ask to be added
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#iwaizumi x reader#iwaizumi smau#haikyuu x reader#iwaizumi hajime#haikyuu smau#haikyuu social media au#iwaizumi fluff#haikyuu iwaizumi#hq iwaizumi#hq x reader#haikyuu iwa#hq iwa#haikyuu fluff#samanthaa-leanne
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Ingredients: Suna Rintaro x gn!reader, Kenma x gn!reader, Kuroo x gn!reader, Ushijima x gn!reader
Contains: headcanons, social media, mentions of social media apps, not proofread
Type of order: macarons (headcanons),
Suna:
he always takes pictures, on dates, at the gym, during training, and even at home
His Instagram is a great priority in his life
There is no day without a post and a story
One of those influencers
His fans should always be update
And even at games he takes pictures and uploads them hem on Instagram
He also uses twitter pretty often, he makes his dad joke there and uses it to annoy Atsumu
If he gets hate comments he just blocks the person instantly, but if someone makes a bad comment about you it is over for the person they will get humiliated during an Instagram lifestream. No one will be mean to his s/o
He will roast the fuck out of everyone who will talk bad about you
The haters are crying on the floor
Will send you snaps all the time, your flames are really high
His snapscore, therefore is astronomical
You're on almost every post of his and you're not people get suspicious and form theories about your breakup
Fangirls/boys are always sending him some weird dms so he has to be creative with his way of answering those terrible pickup lines
Kenma:
his job is social media, but he is still a streamer by heart
He is daily streaming on twitch, even when he has an important game to play
Will announce his streams on Twitter and Instagram
He sometimes uploads cute couple pictures of you on Instagram
His viewers want to see him and you play different games, so you set up a day where both of you game together like animal crossing, stardew valley, phasmophobia, and other stuff. From horror to casual everything
Mario kart is still a heavy topic because it almost caused and an insane argument
Just like suna, he will not be nice to any haters he will make fun of every hater in his chat
When someone bullied you in chat or on Instagram he will bring hell upon them, they have chosen death
He will report them and they will lose all their social media status and dignity
Has multiple corporations and sweepstakes
He is one of the most famous influencers in japan
But he will not tell everything on his social media, some things are still private like the engagement or the wedding
Kuroo:
his Twitter account is filled with chemistry puns/memes/jokes
He will brag about you on every platform
Makes occasional tik tok likes pranks or educational
He once pranked you with the salt spoon prank and you never let him back into the kitchen even though it was a prank
He doesn't do extreme pranks like breakups or injuries, but he still tries to get you mad on purpose
He thinks it's kinda hot
Just has fun on social media
Isn't as active as his friends but he still shares parts of his life with his fans
A big part of his life is you so you will be in almost every picture
Whole japan is shipping you because of Kuroo's cheesy captions
Ushijima:
thinks social media is a waste of time
Wants to spend his life in a reality where not everything is perfect and photoshopped
Still has to use some platform to be present as a celebrity he is
Only uses Instagram to share his gym experience
He is one of the fitness influencers
He gets used to social media and uses it quite frequently
Pictures of him and you are limited because he doesn't want to use your relationship for cloud
But every time he posts a cute couple picture everyone is over the moon about how cute the both of you are
Charity galas are often mentioned in his posts and he even has links so you can donate for multiple fundraisers
His post are authentic and real
#haikyuu#ami writes#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x gn!reader#suna x reader#suna rintarou#kenma kozume x reader#kenma x reader#kenma kuzome#suna rintarou x reader#kuroo x reader#kuroo tetsuro x reader#Kuroo tetsuro#ushijima x reader#ushijima wakatoshi#suna headcanons#kenma headcanons#kuroo headcanons#ushijima headcanons
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MASTERLIST
Originally, I had this cool masterlist segmented by schools but it was so annoying to create and I lost the private posts somewhere in the sea of my fics, reblogs and random thoughts
So here is the non-segmented longer version 😗
I don't mention what any of the fics are about so make sure to read any warnings/ author's notes regarding the topic before reading!!
Reader is gender neutral unless i specifically write fem!reader
Hinata Shoyo
Sunset
Kageyama Tobio
Blankets
Kageyama-kun from class 1-3 (fem!reader)
Tsukishima Kei
I see, clearly.
Surprise
Incriminating photos
The evening light
Yamaguchi Tadashi
Studying is important
Nishinoya Yuu
The cinnamoroll plush (fem!reader)
Cupid HC
Azumane Asahi
Surprisingly sweet (fem!reader)
Sawamura Daichi
A camping trip
Oikawa Tooru
Drunk and smitten (fem!reader)
Very interesting
Behind bars
Iwaizumi Hajime
Brownie Iwaizumi and Lillith (fem!reader)
Tendou Satori
Taste testers
Sweet things make one happy (afab!reader)
Ushijima Wakatoshi
Infamous artist
Sleeping beauty (fem!reader)
A flower blooms (fem!reader)
SPA day (fem!reader)
Kuroo Tetsuro
花火 (fireworks) (fem!reader)
A trip down memory lane (fem!reader)
I might just give you a bite (fem!reader)
Kozume Kenma
True love's kiss
Pretty princess troubles (smau)
Catastrophe
Bokuto Koutaro
Overtime dad (+BONUS!!)
Pink tulips (fem!reader)
Unexpected break
Love at first sight (fem!reader)
Smart cookie (fem!reader)
Akaashi Keiji
Morning coffee
Miya Atsumu
Failing grade (fem!reader)
Hold on! (fem!reader)
Capricious feelings
Miya Osamu
Dinner time
Nekogiri
Suna Rintaro
Jealous friend!Suna
Pain is temporary (afab!reader)
Once in a lifetime
Sakusa Kiyoomi
Thawing out an icy heart
Kiyoomi's secret (fem!reader)
Multiple characters/headcanons
Haikyuu characters with a gyaru GF (fem!reader)
You get caught by the sibling
Haikyuu boys with an S/O who has a sweet tooth (two parts)
Unlucky interruptions
Thunderstorm comfort
When you have an ASMR channel
Haikyuu boys with a poet S/O
Sleepy cuddle HCs
K-POP au
HQ!! boys and their number 1 princess
When you lose your wedding ring (texts)
When you kabedon them
Series
Rice Ball Rival (Osamu x fem!reader)
200 follower event
Oikawa +16
Iwaizumi + 2, 3, 7, 8
Kenma + 14
Bokuto + 28, 29
Kageyama + 30
Bokuto + 19
Kenma + 20, 24
Sakusa + 28
Kenma, Hinata + 1
Sakusa + 8,9
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