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tahdashi · 2 years
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WHEN HIS BABY GETS JEALOUS. . .
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✫ ft. akaashi, atsumu, iwaizumi, and suna x mom!reader
✫ a/n: the kids are ages 1-3 (can stand, walk, talk in sentences). the babies aren’t really “jealous” in some of these. they just want some love and affection, too !!!
✫ warnings: usage of “mom” and “mama” to refer to reader
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✫ AKAASHI leans into your touch after coming home from the office, his tie loosened and his hair a bit messier than usual. you two are splayed on the couch, his head resting peacefully on your chest as he updates you on bokuto’s recent msby game. and just minutes later, you feel your son pull on your leg. an eruption of babbles leave his lips as he whines and tugs. “mmm, it’s my turn with mom,” keiji whines into your collarbones. you can't help but laugh at your husband's child-like behavior. "keiji, get off, you're gonna make him upset." and as keiji nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, your baby breaks out into a sob, "mama! mama!" filling the small living room. keiji gets up from his place on your chest and picks your son up, mumbling "i'm sorry, bud" into his equally messy hair. "mama's all yours," he kisses the top of his head and allows him to crawl happily into your arms. "you're as whiny as your mo-" "keiji." he can't even be upset at his limited time with you — the image of you holding his entire world makes up for it.
✫ ATSUMU lingers in the kitchen after tucking your daughter in to bed just about every night. he puts dishes in the cabinets, wipes down the counter, and traps you between his arms for a moment of intimacy. "mind if i kiss ya, babe?" he asks, knowing you'll let him anyway. "you'll do it no matter what i say," you turn your head to the side, creating distance between his lips and yours. "no! i'm a gentleman! that's why ya married me, isn't it?" a laugh leaves your lips and you're stepping up onto your toes to reach his. his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you close against himself. it's been hard to find time for yourselves — your daughter was at the age where she'd walk (stumble, really) away if you took your eyes off of her for even a second. and as you pull away from the kiss, breathless and all, you hear the pitter patter of her tiny feet approaching you two. "baby, why are ya awake? can't sleep?" atsumu bends down to her level, pushing her hair back from her eyes. she rubs at them and then wraps her tiny arms around his neck to kiss his cheeks. "i want a g'night kiss too!" she whines. "alrighty, baby, ya can get as many as ya want! make sure ya give mama a kiss too," he tells her before peppering her cheeks with loving kisses.
✫ IWAIZUMI used to wake up early every morning, getting ready for the day at a slow and relaxing pace, but he finds it harder and harder to do so when you cling onto him, asking for five more minutes of peace, five minutes of calmness before the storm (the storm being your daughter, of course). she's gotten clingier with every step she could take. she wakes up with the sun and makes her way to your bed, struggling to climb up with her tiny legs. the sight of her dad's arm around your waist brings a pout to her lips, her cheeks puffing out as she whispers a "daddy?" and of course, he's awake (he's been awake for the past 15 minutes). "wanna come up?" he asks her before unwrapping his arms from your body and lifting her onto his broad chest. she immediately crawls over him, kicking his face with her feet in the process, to place herself between you two. her little arms and legs wrap around your torso like a koala, and she looks up at you with a toothy smile. "my turn,” she says, nuzzling her head into you. you hear iwa mumble under his breath (something about waking the team up with kicks to the face).
✫ SUNA always searches for you and the twins in the crowd. his team had just won a game that he's been training especially hard for, and it's the first time in a while that you've seen his dimply smile on his face. he runs up to you and the twins with nothing but joy in his eyes. grabbing ahold of your waist, he presses a kiss to your lips — his teeth clash against yours and he's laughing into the kiss out of sheer happiness, but you don't mind it one bit. your sons pull at your clothes as they try to get your attention. suna catches a glimpse of their raised arms and pulls away from you to lift his boys into his own arms, one on each side of his body. they're cheering for their dad, clapping and yelling, “you did it!" suna's never been an affectionate guy, opting to show his love in more subtle ways, but he feels the urge to pull you and the boys in for a tight hug (one where you can feel the rapid beating in his chest). he kisses the top of your head before pressing one on each of the twins' cheeks. "let's go celebrate, yeah?" suna grins. he’d do anything to hold you three like that again after each win — his prized possessions in his arms.
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itsyoursunshinebabe · 29 days
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Mommy's 'Me time'
Tw: bad grammar, female reader, talking about pregnancy, smut, MDNI!!!
WC: 1598
AN: I'm experimenting with smut, but I wanted to make it fluffy and domestic. So here it is
"Your husband, Kotaro was abroad for an important game, and unfortunately you and your daughter couldn’t join him, since the little owl was fighting against a mighty cold. So it was you now...all alone, enjoying the various scents. You could finally relax a bit.
Honestly, everything was perfect; except one thing: you missed your husband so bad! Yes, it’s been only a week since he departed, but your body, your heart, your soul ached for his presence. Talking about bodily needs..."
Enjoy~
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It was already 9 pm when you could finally put your toddler to sleep; she was a carbon copy of her father, the famous volleyball player: Kotaro Bokuto. With her huge, round golden eyes, black and white hair and cheerful smile...the resemblance was so obvious; sometimes you wondered if little Yume has any thing she got from you. That thought made you feel conflicted: you were grateful that your daughter was a high spirited, adorable little owl, but truth be told, you felt a little jealous when they ganged up against you.
Yume was fast asleep when you decided that you indeed deserve a little “you time”, meaning you poured a glass of your fanciest wine for yourself, draw a bath: putting your favourite bath bombs, essential oils and bath salts into the hot water, and added rose petals just for the fun of it. Your husband, Kotaro was abroad for an important game, and unfortunately you and your daughter couldn’t join him, since the little owl was fighting against a mighty cold. So it was you now...all alone, enjoying the various scents. You could finally relax a bit.
Honestly, everything was perfect; except one thing: you missed your husband so bad! Yes, it’s been only a week since he departed, but your body, your heart, your soul ached for his presence. Talking about bodily needs...
Let’s just say that Kotaro was blessed with a great physique, astounding stamina and a cock, that was fucking magic: first of all, you never measured it, but you were sure it was at least 18 cm if not more with a girth that filled you so well. That’s all nice, but the most important thing is: he knows how to use his gift to make you see the stars. Despite his size, vehemency and sheer strength, your husband was a gentle lover; always making sure that you come first. Foreplay with him was expectional...Without realizing, you already started massaging your boobs, gently squeezing them, trying to imitate the way Kotaro does.
One hand remained on your breast, while the other was drawing small circles on your clit. The waves around you soothed your body even more, adding another pleasant sensation, besides the ones you were doing. After a while the gentle massaging became rough gropes, and the slow, small circles were exchanged to fast fingering. You were enjoying yourself so much, you didn’t even notice that the bathroom opened and hazy, full of lust golden eyes were watching every move you make.
Unbeknowst to you, the ever so cheery volleyball player, who was the life of parties decided that this time he wouldn’t stay to celebrate, he just wanted to go home, to you and your precious little owl, so he hopped on the first airplane possible and arrived approximately an hour ago. On the way home he kept talking to the taxi driver how amazing his family is, how beautiful you and your daughter are, while poor man didn’t have a chance to say anything at all except for “yeah” and “sure”, not that Kotaro minded. He was aware that his little owl is probably asleep by now, so he tried his best to remain silent. With careful steps he rushed straight to your shared bedroom, but you were not there.
Owl like eyes were looking around, Kotaro was wondering where you could be: not in your daughter’s room, that’s for sure. Little Yume always preferred to sleep alone, even as a baby. He didn’t see you in the kitchen when he stopped to have a bite of something, nor in the living room. The house was silent. So that means...Bingo!
And there you were! His gorgeous wife, Y/n Bokuto. What a sight! Especially with half lidded eyes full of lust, your lips were slightly parted as you were trying not to moan; your hand was groping your breast while the other was down, playing with your pussy. A wide smile appeared on Kotaro’s face as he watched the scene unfold. He didn’t move, didn’t make his presence known, no, he was only the audience of this magnificent show. Though his clothes were begging to be removed...
He stood there, watching his wife, the love of his life indulges in delight. What could you think of? Are you fantasizing about something you’ve watched? Or something you want to feel? When a silent “Kotaro” left your plump lips, he could not be held back any longer. With quick moves he removed his clothes and stepped in, just as you reached your height.
-Kotaro, oh! –You moaned with eyes shut, not being aware that your fantasy is right next to you, watching as you pleasure yourself with hungry eyes.
Kotaro Bokuto was a gentle lover, but a week without you brought his more animalistic side to surface. Like a predator, ready to hunt down its prey, he stared as you came down from your bliss, only to be met with his grin.
                        -I see you were not bored while I was away. –He shoot his toothy grin at you, making you feel embarrassed. It’s not like you haven’t masturbated in front of him, it’s just you were surprised.
                        -Love! –You exclaimed happily –I thought you come back tomorrow. What happened?
                        -I missed you two, thought I would surprise you; who would’ve guessed you also missed me that much. – He replied with a smug smile that faded away as he stepped in the bathtub, right behind you. –But I’m here now, don’t worry, I can give you anything you want.
His usually cheerful voice was now deeper, hoarser. Kotaro’s big hands found their way to your breast; with a lustful groan he concluded, they still feel the same. You let out a moan as you felt the sensation you’ve been craving for: your husband used his hands like an expert –truth be told, he was an expert when it came to your body.
                        -So soft...mhm, remember when they were full of milk? I loved it. Think we can make it happen again? – He mumbled mindlessly as he squeezed your nipples, like something would come out of them. – Think I can make you pregnant again?
You were too lost in pleasure, halfmindedly nodding, not really paying attention to Kotaro’s words, rather indulging in the feelings that his hands created. Soon you feld something hard pressed against your lower back, which encouraged you to stand up, letting your husband’s eyes wander on you.
Pregnancy and childbirth did change your body, but none of you cared; all the negative thoughts were chased away by heated touches, beautiful praises and full of want kisses. Your husband looked at you, like you were the most gorgeous human being on Earth, truth be told, for him, you were. Half lidded golden eyes were shamelessly staring at you as you dried yourself; with a wink you suggested to continue in the bedroom and he agreed.
You hurried back, but on the way to the bedroom, Kotaro caught you, like you were a prey and threw you on the bed. You didn’t even have a chance to squeal as hungry lips were pressed on your plush ones, claiming them to be his, and only his. His tongue danced perfectly passionate with yours, mixing your salive together, tasting like toothpaste and something sweet. You moaned into the kiss, making Kotaro smile as he let his hands explore every curve of yours.
Your body trembled impatiently, silently begging your husband to insert his length in you, but instead he pampered you with his sloppy kisses, arriving at your entrance.
-So wet for me. –He noted when his lips touched your sensitive skin. With an insatiable need, he started eating you out: his tounge played with your clit, circling, then withdrawing, while two of his fingers were inside you, hitting just the right spot. In a few minutes you were nothing but a moaning mess, chanting Kotaro’s name, when you finally came around his fingers. With a satisfied smirk he took them out, replacing the fingers with his cock, earning a surprised yelp.
-Y/n, did you do kegels or something? – He grunted desperately as his girth barely fitted in you.
You couldn’t answer, as you were relishing as his thickness stretched your walls, squeezing every centimetre as he could finally place in his whole length in you. That’s when the show started...
You see, Kotaro was a gentle lover, very affectionate, always started out slow and careful, fully aware of his sheer strength and big size. Except when he went abroad for a game – he could become so needy, so impatient. Not that you minded...
His cock rammed into you with full force, as you were about to scream, he quickly shut your mouth with his hand.
-Hush, sweetheart, do you want to wake our daughter up? Don’t you want to enjoy our little special time together? Daddy needs you now. I know you can take it; my beautiful wife...take it, take everything I give you. –Kotaro couldn’t stop blabbering sweet nothings, he was very vocal during sex.
His hand remained on your mouth as he pumped into you, making you see the stars. You were a drooling mess when he finally released his cum into you with a deep grunt, and you gratefully took it, vacuuming every single drop he had. His body fell next to you; both of you panted exhaustedly, yet your features reflected pure delight.
-You know I was serious about having another kid, right? So this counts as a practise round. You could only nod before drifting to sleep.
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natriae · 10 months
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bonus #3
masterlist
1.8 words
angst to comfort
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eight years after the end of another chance
Japan
Walking out of the small Japanese home that rested on the far side of Miyagi was a tall young man with long, straight olive hair. He had it cut in a slight mullet shape, but his mom insisted he got it so it wasn't completely a mullet. She called it a fancy mullet. His hair stuck up in several different directions while his purple and white uniform hugged his lanky body. Behind him ran out a four year old girl in a similar purple uniform, but with a small patch that read the kanji of 'Shiratorizawa pre-k" she had just kissed her parents goodbye and attempted to catch up to her older brother. However, before she could fall onto the sidewalk the taller man reached down and grabbed her just as she tripped over her own shoes.
"You need to be careful," Isa scolded the little girl. His voice now deep and gruff like his father's making it very easy for people to mistake him as Sakura's dad over the phone. He moved the little girl so she rested on his hip as he continued to walk the two of them to school. Her arms wrapped around the neck of her knight as she leaned her head down on his shoulder. Isamu was far too used to the neighborhood moms watching him be a caring brother and walk his sister to and from school, and had he been a normal teenage boy he probably would have tried to play with their hearts more and have his own personal MILF, but he had no interest.
School was over and he repeated the same routine making sure to buy his sister a small snack from the convenience store. She had chased him down the hill, tripping, but not falling flat on her face because her big brother was there to catch her. Most of these days he felt that taking care of Sakura was the only thing he was good at. His whole life he had felt like a bit of a disappointment even though his parents spent every second of their lives making sure that he felt like the most important person in the world. He just didn't quite understand. He had so many secrets he's been hiding from them. Would they treat him the same if he told them?
"Ani! I found your favorite!" Sakura shouted, trying to shove the drink in his hand. Had he been paying attention earlier he would have noticed the little girl trying to climb up the freezer shelves to grab the drink. The glass door swinging back, hitting her bum and knocking her back down. Isa giggled at the little girl thinking about how she's a mini you. Grabbing the drink from her he paid for their snacks and continued heading home. His heart calmed down as he held his sister's hand. She loved everything and anyone no matter what. At least if he didn't have his parent's love anymore he'd have hers.
"Tadima," the two children shouted as they walked into the house. Their parents, per usual, were wrapped up in each other's arms on the couch. Isa had dismissed them and walked into his room while the little ball of sunshine ran and jumped into both of her parents wanting to cuddle too.
" Sakura baby was Isa-nii being odd while you walked home today?" you questioned the small girl as you brushed some of her olive hair out of her face.
"ani is always weird," She responded while leaving a kiss on her papa's forehead. Since Wakatoshi has been retired she makes sure to leave a kiss somewhere on his face because she was told that only old people retire. She's worried that her daddy is getting old and won't be with her anymore even though you tell her time and time again that her papa is only 37 and her grandpa is close to probably 70. You continued to pet her hair as she began to fall asleep for her afternoon nap on her dad's chest. You glanced at Wakatoshi then Isa's bedroom door a few times until he finally got the hint. No matter how long the two of you have been parents it will always take a moment for his brain to load the data you're supplying him.
Once Wakatoshi put Sakura down he came out to see you knocking on Isa's door. From behind the sliding door you heard a small 'come in' from your more than normally grumpy son. His room was minimalist, but he still had it decorated with volleyball accessories. His prize possession being his dad's Olympic gold medal. He wanted it framed so that it would push him to work hard for his dreams just like his dad. Sliding the door just enough to pop your head in, you faced the young man sitting on his bed and asked, "can your dad and I come in."
The young man nodded his head as he remained reading some random manga about volleyball. 'Haikyuu' who would name a manga 'volleyball'? silly is all you thought. Walking in you took a seat on his bed and leaned your head on his shoulder. While Wakatoshi took a seat at his desk. You could tell he was uncomfortable by the situation. You would have been too. Both of his parents just slowly came into his room. They even knocked on his door and waited. If this was a normal day you would have knocked and then busted right in. Isa looked up at his father trying to piece together the situation as much as possible. But it was a lost cause because his dad seemed just as nervous as he was. Deciding to break the ice Isamu was the first to speak up, "what do you guys want?" He scrunched his eyebrows, turning his head to look at his mom. Clearly his dad didn't quite know what he was searching for.
"Okay, rude, but I'll let it slide. Your dad and I are worried about you,"
"dad seems confused,"
"oookay, I'm worried about you, but I promise you your dad is too, but I don't think he realizes we're talking about it right now," Your wakatoshi wasn't dumb per se but clearly the little man in his brain would shred any information label 'family problem'. It didn't matter how much he talked it through with his therapist; it was a defense mechanism.
Isa sat up a bit making you lift your head off his shoulder. He set his book down and attempted to read your mind. He saw your shoulders fall and your eyes glance over at his father. You were sad it wasn't hard to tell and it hurt him too. The last thing he ever wants is to see his mom sad "Isa baby, I'm just…," you took a deep breath in and continued, "I'm trying to understand or find out why you've been so distant lately. You haven't been looking happy lately…like more than normal." He watched as you fiddled with your fingers and your eyes scanned his whole face. This was really hurting you and he felt the tears prick at his eyes and the lump build up in his throat. He glanced quickly over at his father and tried to hold in the tears. Not once has he ever seen his father cry (he was not in the room when wakatoshi held sakura for the first time) and he wanted to be just like him.
Wakatoshi watched his son in pain and the moment he saw the twitch in his eye and the tremble in his lip when he glanced over at him he knew he needed to hold him. Standing up Wakatoshi saw you glance over your shoulder to see him immediately sitting on the other side of Isa and holding him close.
It's been so many years of the two of them finally being together, so many years of Isa calling him dad and playing with him, but not once have you seen the two embrace each other as they are right now. Isa may be 18, but right now he's just the 10 year old little boy looking for his father. Your heart cracked a little when you heard the first sob exit Isa's mouth. His arms were now wrapped around Wakatoshi's torso as he cried into his chest.
Noticing the tears build up into your eyes Wakatoshi brought one of his arms out to bring you into the hug as well. Wakatoshi brought his hand up to Isa's hair and began massaging his scalp while leaving feather light kisses on his head. For a few minutes the three of you sat there holding each other while Isa let all his tears out.
Pulling back from his father Isa whispered a few words though gasps and coughs. Not being able to hear him, you whisper a small 'what was that honey' as you handed him a tissue. After blowing his nose and taking a deep breath Isa looked to the floor and let out, "I think I like boys." His tears started falling again and a small whimper was let out after his confession. Looking down you noticed his hands were shaking while holding the wet, snotty tissue. Not caring about the germs you immediately leaned in closer and wrapped your hand in his leaving a kiss on his cheek. "Do you hate me now?" your little boy asked. How could he ever think that? Brushing some of his hair out of his face you smiled the best you could and brought his head into your hands.
"baby I will love you no matter what, okay?" You said through your own small tears. He brought your hands down and held them in his as he turned slowly to his dad.
"What about you?" he asked through voice cracks and a stuffy nose.
"I have a lot of gay friends," is all Wakatoshi said, shrugging his shoulders. Isa let out a laugh as you scolded Wakatoshi for his inappropriate comment. Isa wiped some more of his tears while his parents had an eye battle over his head.
"aw shit my contact fell out," Isa broke the silence. Glancing down you couldn't help but giggle a bit seeing his contact now in the palm of his hand. He got up to go change into his glasses when his father decided he must now list all his gay friends.
"Hinata, Kageyama, your uncle Tendou-"
"Tendou's gay?" you asked, completely unaware of this basic fact you should know about your friend.
"yeah he tried palming me once to get me hard… it didn't work,"
From the bathroom you could hear Isa sing himself 'Lalala' after hearing his dad's even more inappropriate comment.
Whispering into your husband ear you asked him a serious question, "you said you didn't do anything with anyone else while we were broken up,"
"I didn't technically. I never got hard." Wakatoshi responded in full volume.
If your son's singing could get any louder he somehow managed to do it.
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tags: @mineta-phobic @rukia-uchiha-98 @ssc7514 @megumuro
i know i said only three bonus but i might just randomly update with bonuses
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emmyrosee · 11 days
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“Daddy?”
Atsumu immediately leaps a foot in the air from the small voice of your son, standing on the side of his bed, small arms cradling a stuffed duck. You’re not quite sure what woke you up- your husbands leap of terror, or your son’s tiny, frightened voice.
He groans and smacks a hand over his face, “bud, it’s the middle of the night. It’s too late to try and scare daddy to death.”
“Sorry,” he pouts. You close your eyes and sit up with a grunt, and he offers you a small wave, “hi mumma.”
“Hey, Kousei,” you hum. You press your fingers into your eye sockets, “what’s going on, sweetheart?”
The three year old digs his foot in the carpet, before flicking big brown eyes up at his dad, “know how look f’ monsters, daddy?”
Atsumu nods exhausted, “yeah, I do. What about them?”
“Man in my closet says no sleep.”
Atsumu immediately tenses up, your own eyes flying open as you look down in terror at Kousei.
“….who said that?” Atsumu chokes.
“The man in my-“
“Yeah, okay,” he squeaks. “Good to know I heard you right.” He looks over at you, eyes pleading for support, but when you nod towards the door, he shakes his head in fear. “Just- okay. Come on in bud.” He lifts the sheets for Kousei to climb in, which the small boy does.
You scoff, “isn’t that something you should discuss with your wife first?”
“You can go talk to the man in his closet, I’m all set,” he mumbles, kissing his son’s head.
You sigh and scrub your eyes, “should I get hisako?”
“No. She’s braver than us, she’ll be fine.”
“Alright.”
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beangfrisky · 1 year
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singledad!kiyoomi found out recently that he would be the sole provider of his two small kids. taking on the role of ceo for the family business has caused enough stress in his life. but he decided no matter what he was going through his kids needed a good dad. so he was doing his best to be one.
singledad!kiyoomi scrambled into the coffee shop hands full of a car seat in one hand and a diaperbag over his shoulder. he held his daughter’s hand as they walked up to the counter to order together.
singledad!kiyoomi overheard you asking for any job openings while he got out his card to pay. something as simple as reaching in his back pocket was a struggle these days. he wasn’t sure how he was going to survive the entire working day while also caring for his kids.
singledad!kiyoomi looked up at you and caught himself staring for too long. you were beautiful. and young, maybe in your early twenties. his brain quickly decided he could solve both of your problems in one go.
singledad!kiyoomi offered you a thousand dollars to join him and his little ones at his office for the day. you certainly seemed suspicious but quickly got distracted by the cute baby he was holding. you followed him back to his work and played with his children all day in an empty office room.
he really hoped this would be the nanny that worked out. not only for his kids, but also his own selfish reasons.
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sunaluv · 1 year
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I need more “come get your man” posts👏 it doesn’t matter when but they give me life🗣️🗣️
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ask and you shall receive
part 1 part 2
pairings: bokuto, baji, sakusa
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BOKUTO
“me and kotaro would look good, no?”
the table consisting of you, your best friend, the girl and her best friend turned to look at the girl who hasn’t felt the need to hide her infatuation with your boyfriend.
“what are you talking about?” your best friend.
“i don’t know,” she twirled her locks around her finger, looking upwards in thought. “we’ve known each other nearly all our lives, i feel like it’s inevitable.”
again, silence.
“is that not your boyfriend talking to bokuto right now?”
the girl sighed. “i don’t care about him, after all i just settled. the one i really want is right there.”
you didn’t need to follow her finger to know where it was pointed. the sound of your boyfriends boisterous laughter reached your ears, such an opposing atmosphere to the one you were sat in right now.
‘at least one of us is enjoying ourselves’ you thought.
“he doesn’t think of you that way.”
the tension was suffocating as all three heads turned towards your stern scowl.
her eyes widened. “damn i kinda forgot you were his…” she waved her hand, refusing to acknowledge the fact that the man she wants has already been claimed. “when you’re done with him, send him my way yeah,”
whether the smirk on her face was joking or serious, you didn’t know and quite frankly didn’t care.
before you could retort, a loud voice called over to you. “baby, come here a sec!”
like a flipped switch, the loving smile oh so familiar to your kotaro made an appearance on your face as you left the table, itching to get as far away from the girl as possible.
she nervously watched as you engaged in conversation with your boyfriend and ‘what she settled for’. hands fiddled with themselves under the table as she watched you whisper something to the two, causing bokutos smile to drop, and her boyfriends eyes to harden in disbelief.
three pairs of eyes stared her down, one angry, one disappointed and one challenging.
there was no point in defending herself, she had already known you relayed her message on to her soon to be ex boyfriend, but what hurt more than being caught was the disappointed look that pierced her heart, the look coming straight from the man she loved.
BAJI
"hey girlie can i give you some advice real quick?"
you were dreading this. a small get-together with your boyfriend and his friends suddenly turned into a side eye fest when baji's self-proclaimed 'bestie' showed up. ever since the stern look over she gave you when she greeted you, you could tell she was bursting at the seams to give some 'girl to girl' advice on your outfit choice.
now that baji reluctantly left your side to hover in the kitchen, she made her move.
"i love your sense of fashion and stuff, you know how you just don't care what anyone thinks of your outfit, buttttttt i just wanted to let you know thank kei isn't into that stuff, he's more into the innocent barbie kinda look, d'ya get what I'm saying?"
you gave a once over at her outfit: oversized, pink sunglasses sat atop her dead straight blonde hair, she wore a bralette miniskirt two-piece with an oversized hoodie covering her arms.
not to stereotype, but she's describing herself. maybe not so much the innocence, but the barbie look described her for sure.
"he's also into blondes," she snapped her gum. " since we've been friends forever, i can tell you now all the girls he dated, or showed interest in were blonde. not to tell you to not be yourself or whatever..."
"maybe that's why he went for something different this time," you shrugged. "the ones before me didn't work out."
she played off her surprise with a laugh. "that would make sense yeah..." she tucked her hair behind her ear awkwardly, leaving awkward silence between you.
"why are you guys sitting in silence." keisuke made his presence known, holding two solo cups.
as he walked past, the girl leaned forward ready to thank your boyfriend for the drink, but he walked past her without looking back, making her shrink in embarrassment.
"for you, my lady." he bowed dramatically.
"you're so silly kei," you chuckled, pulling him into you. "hey do you like blondes?"
he almost got whiplash from your sudden change of topic. "i like what i like."
"and what do you like,"
"i like you... i guess"
"what do you mean 'you guess'" you jokingly mocked, hitting him lightly after setting your drink down.
"nothing, nothing" he chuckled, wrapping an arm around you. "why ask anyways?"
you subtly glanced at the girl who watched the whole interaction in silence, shooting her a smug smirk.
"no reason."
SAKUSA
"your boyfriends so good looking," a voice so quiet, you were sure you weren't meant to hear it.
you turned your head towards the manager's daughter who had the audacity.
she jolted at your hostility "did I say that out loud? whoops, I meant the guy next to him."
the practice match had now ended, and sakusa began to make his way towards you as the team now had their break.
"sakusa!" she waved him over, thrusting a bottle towards him. "good work out there, have a drink!"
"no thanks."
he walked passed her and straight towards you, taking the bottle you had brought with you from your shared home.
"would you like a towel?"
damn she was persistent
"no thanks" his voice remained the same. "i'd rather use things i can trust, from my own home."
she watched enviously as he took the towel from your hands, wiping the sweat from his chiselled face. not a word was spoken between you, but the warm and loving smiles and the faint blush covering his cheeks said enough.
"you know i can do so much more for you than she can," she started. "does it not make more sense to be with me? you literally play for my team."
though her words were sharp and precise, they didn't hit the intended target. your face held the same expression, save for the daring look you shot her, challenging her to continue.
before you could speak up to her, kiyoomi spoke.
"you know its better to date someone you love, right?" his mocking words took the same format she used. "and i don't play for you, i play for your father, and I'm sure he would love to hear about his bothersome daughter whose uncomfortable advances are messing with my play." he basically threatened.
if heartbreak had one expression, she would be wearing it. whether it was the way he declared he didn't love her or the way he used her trump card against her, her expression was firm, then slack, then firm again.
her open mouth twitched, debating on whether or not to try to win him back. 'to win his heart or to leave him be, to win his heart or to leave him be?'
'leave him be' she came to the conclusion.
smart girl.
though the tension lingered in the air, she did not speak for the remainder of the day, to you or kiyoomi at least.
"didn't know you had such a mouth on you, kiyo," you smirked, liking this new side of your boyfriend.
his big palm pressed to your face, pushing you away before you could see the way the red on his cheeks deepened.
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kentobb · 3 months
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‘I hate you’
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Character: Husband!Iwaizumi x Wife!Reader
Warning: Angst with no comfort (I know you guys hate me at this point).
A/N: I am a fan of angst w/ no comfort in case you guys didn’t notice. I will be releasing more angst and different scenarios. Be free to send a request babes!
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The night was dark, the only source of light being the faint glow of the the city’s skyline as Iwaizumi parked his car in front of his home. The weight of a grueling practice session hanging heavily on his shoulders. His muscles ached, his mind was a whirlpool of strategies and his heart was filled with unspoken longing for the comforts of his home, but hey, nobody said that training the Japan’s Men’s Volleyball Team was easy.
As he opened the door, the warm glow of the living room light washed over him, a stark contrast to the cold darkness outside. You, his lovely wife, a beacon of love and support greeted him with a tired smile.
However, your six-year old daughter, Yuki, a bundle of energy and joy, ran towards him, her tiny arms wrapping around his tired legs.
Dinner was a quiet affair, the only sound being the clinking of cutlery against the plates. Yuki, however, was a chatterbox, her excitement about her upcoming ballet recital bubbling over. “And we will be doing the Swan Lake!” “I have been practicing a lot daddy!” She spoke animatedly, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, her voice filled with hope. She turned to her father, her innocent eyes searching his. “Daddy, will you come to my recital?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Iwaizumi looked at her daughter, his heart aching at the hopeful look in her eyes. He wanted to be there, he really does, to watch his little girl twirl and dance, to be the father she deserved. But he knew the harsh reality of his schedule, the relentless demands of his career. “We will see,” he said, it’s all he says, his voice heavy with regret.
Your smile faded, replaced by a look of disappointment. You knew your husband words for what they were— an unfulfilled promise. Yuki’s face fell, her excitement replaced by a quiet sadness that you were quick to notice. It was a scene all too familiar, a bitter pill you had to swallowed many times before.
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After dinner, you cleaned the kitchen, the silence of the house echoing the heaviness in your heart. But you were determined to make this right, as you ascended the stairs into your shared bedroom, you made a silent vow. To take manners into your own hands. To ensure that your daughter recital would not be another missed milestone, another broken promise.
You husband may be a national hero, a symbol of strength and resilience, but to your daughter? He was simply ‘Daddy’. And she deserves to have her ‘Daddy’ cheering for her from the audience, not from miles away. She deserved to have her hero by her side, not just in spirit but in person.
The bedroom was bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting long shadows on the walls. You sat on the edge of the bed, hands folded in your lap. You turned to look at your husband, eyes reflecting the turmoil in your heart.
“Hajime,” You spoke, voice steady despite the storm brewing in your heart, “We need to talk about Yuki.”
Iwaizumi, still in his practice clothes, looked at you, his brows furrowing in confusion, “What about her, babe?” He asked, his voice betraying his exhaustion.
“You know she needs you there, Hajime. She needs her father,” You replied, voice barely a whisper.
Iwaizumi just sighed, raking a hand through his hair, “I’m here, aren’t I? I’m working hard for her, for us.”
You shook your head, a sad smile playing on your lips, “That’s not what she needs, Hajime. She doesn’t need the money, or the fame, or the glory. She needs her father. She needs you to be there for her, to support her, to love her.”
Iwaizumi’s eyes hardened, his patience wearing thin. “There will be a million recitals, I’ll go to one of them.”
His words hung in the air, a harsh reality you both had been avoiding. Your eyes welled up in tears, heart aching at this indifference. “You haven’t been to any of them, Hajime. Not one.”
Iwaizumi scoffed, his frustration clearly boiling over. “What am I missing? Kids twirling for three minutes and twenty five seconds? It’s stupid, honestly.”
His mean and harsh words echoed in the silence of the room, a stark reminder of the widening chasm between you two.
“Hajime, how could you say that? She has worked very hard.” You said in disbelief.
Unbeknownst to both of you, a tiny figure stood outside the door, her heart shattering at her father’s words. Yuki, your little ballerina, had heard it all. The argument, her father’s indifference, your heartbreak. She clutched her ballet shoes to her chest, heart soaking the satin fabric.
The harsh words continued to fly between the two of you, voices rising in the quiet of the night.
“You’re being mean, Hajime.” You said, voice trembling with emotion.
“I don’t have time for this,” Iwaizumi retorted, his exhaustion seeping into his words. “I’m too tired to argue.”
And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing alone in the middle of the room. As he made his way to the bathroom, the argument continued, both of your voices echoing off the cold tiles.
Meanwhile, Yuki had silently made her way downstairs. With a heavy heart and tear-streaked cheeks, she threw her beloved ballet shoes in the trash, a silent testament of her shattered dreams.
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The morning after the storm was always the calmest. Iwaizumi woke up, his body aching from the previous night's argument. It was his day off, a chance for him to rest and recover. Despite the tension between the two of you, you greeted him with a kiss, almost like a silent promise that you would speak about it later.
"I'll make breakfast," Iwaizumi offered, hoping to ease the tension. You nodded, attention focused on preparing Yuki's bag for ballet class.
As he entered the kitchen, he saw Yuki sitting at the table, her eyes devoid of their usual spark. Her small shoulders were slumped, her spirit seemingly crushed.
"Morning, Yuki," Iwaizumi said, his voice soft. "What do you want for breakfast?"
"I'm not hungry," Yuki replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
He couldn’t help but notice the change in his daughter’s demeanor. Her usual bright and bubbly personality was replaced by a quiet sadness that seemed to weigh her down. He found it odd, considering she was usually excited about her ballet classes.
“You’re okay bub?” He asked, concern lacing his voice.
But his question was met with silence. Yuki simply looked away, avoiding his gaze. He decided not to push her, instead focusing on preparing breakfast.
As he was cracking the eggs into a bowl, he heard your frantic voice from the other room. “Hajime, have you seen Yuki’s ballet shoes? I can’t find them anywhere. I swear they were here.”
He glanced at his daughter, but she was still avoiding his gaze. A sense of dread washed over him as he opened the trash bin to discard the eggshells. His heart sank as he saw the familiar pink ballet shoes nestled among the trash.
Realization hit him like a punch in the gut.
She had heard it all.
Fuck.
Was it possible? It couldn’t be!
“Honey,” he called out, his voice strained. You rushed into the kitchen, eyes wide with worry. He pointed to the trash bin, the discarded ballet shoes. The sight of it, it felt like a dagger into your heart. You turned your gaze to your daughter, your eyes pleading for an explanation.
“Yuki, why did you throw your ballet shoes away?” You asked, voice barely a whisper.
“I hate ballet! It’s stupid!” Yuki yelled, her voice filled with a bitterness that was far too heavy for her young age.
The harsh words hung in the air, a painful echo of the argument from the previous night. Iwaizumi felt guilt, realizing the impact his words had on his daughter, he didn’t know what to do.
“Yuki! Don’t speak to your mother that way!” He yelled, trying to regain control of the situation.
But Yuki’s next words cut through the air like a knife, “I hate you, Dad!”
The room fell silent, the harsh words echoing off the walls. You gasped, hand flying to your mouth. “Yuki, don’t say that…” You whispered, but it was too late.
Yuki was already running up the stairs, the slam of her bedroom door echoing through the house.
Iwaizumi stood there, stunned. The words ‘I hate you’ echoed in his mind, each repetition like a punch on the gut. He turned towards you, desperation in his eyes. “Fuck, I swear I didn’t mean any of it baby. I was just tired…” He said, but his words fell on deaf ears. Already making your way up to the stairs, attempts to coax your daughter out of her room, but you were only met with silence.
He was left alone in the kitchen, the guilt gnawing at him. He had hurt his daughter, and he didn’t know how to fix it. Has he destroyed his daughter dreams?
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lowkeyremi · 11 months
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Haikyuu men as fathers pt 3.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 4
Ft. Sakusa, Iwaizumi, Kageyama, and Osamu.
The age range of the kids will differ for each character but it’s from babies up til like 17 or 18 (also sometimes I model the parenting off of the way my parents were w me n my little sibs lol)
CW: Indication of pregnancy, relationships, marriage, certain styles of parenting,
Enjoy lovelies <33
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Sakusa Kiyoomi:
The panic on his face is pure gold. “Babe… Babe she’s drooling on me!” You whip out your phone so fast. “Smile for the camera, Kiyo!”
He’s pouting, but you don’t really care. Not after you told him to grab her bib because she might drool. He insisted that ‘my little girl won’t drool on me.’ And now here he is panicking about it.
It’s not that he minded her saliva… it’s that he’s in uniform because he wanted to hold Kokomi before heading to work.
Your nine month old daughter is clapping her hands at her dad. You’re sure she finds this whole ordeal hilarious just like you do.
“Stop recording me and get the bib. It’s gonna get on my uniform.” He says with his eyebrows furrowed. “What happened to ‘oh she won’t drool on me’ I thought you didn’t need the bib.” You mock your boyfriend of three years.
He frowns and sets Kokomi onto the floor. “Go crawl to mommy, yeah?” She immediately starts crying and you knew this would happen. Your baby is most definitely a daddy’s girl.
“Kiyoomi, pick her back up. She wants her daddy.” He glares at your statement because you’re still mocking him. “This is not funny.” He states. Just as you were about to make a comeback Kokomi took the both of you by surprise.
She was crying and crawling over to Kiyoomi, “Da- DAA!” Both your eyes widen at the realization that’s she’s saying ‘da da.’ You open up your phone and press record. “Kiyo! Make her say it again.”
“I can’t just magically make her say it.” He says sarcastically and you roll your eyes. “That’s not what I mean! Start walking away I’m sure she’ll say it again.” Kiyoomi walks very slowly so she has time to catch up by crawling and sure enough she says it again, “DA DA.”
You stop the recording and clap your hands. “Good job, princess! That is da da!” Kiyoomi picks her up and wipes her tears with his hand.
“Don’t cry little one, da da’s right here.” He assures her and she claps again.
And for the next couple of weeks all Kiyoomi heard was “da da.”
Sure you were bummed she didn’t say “mama” first, but guess what? You aren’t the one who has to go help her when Kiyoomi’s around because all your little princess wants is her “da da”
He’s so sensitive abt her, for example he cries on her first birthday because “she’s growing so fast”
He teases you for being jealous of your daughter, but you can’t help it! She’s getting all his attention :( (he tends to you later <3)
He seems like the type of dad to sign his kid up for a bunch of sports/activities so he can try to find something for her to become good at
He has tea parties with her, she loves when you play the charming prince and kiyoomi plays the pretty princess 😂
OMG whenever she has nightmares he’ll follow her back to her room and sleep in her bed w her (you keep telling him he’s gonna break it lmfao)
Doesn’t let her date for a LONGGGGG time
He spoils her absolutely rotten
He cried tears of joy when he saw his little girl walking down the aisle being the cutest little flower girl at your guys’ wedding
SUCH A SOFT DAD, she’ll ask for something and you’ll give him that look so he’s like “N-no.” And she gives him those eyes and he’s like “baby, how I can say no to those eyes?!”
Iwaizumi Hajime:
“HIGHER DADDY, HIGHER!” Your seven year old daughter screams as Iwaizumi launches her into the air and catches her.
“Sato has to have his turn, pumpkin.” He sets his little girl down and comes over to you with grabby hands for his son.
“He’s one Haji, that might scare him.” You reason. He takes him anyway and you shake your head.
He throws Sato up into the air, it’s not too high. He catches the chubby little baby and you wait for the crying. It never comes though, because you hear your little boy giggle.
”What’d I tell you, sweetheart?” His face is smug because he was right.
“Daddy lift me up too! Mommy says you’re very strong!” She too has grabby hands. “Oh really?” He says smirking. The brunette lifts up his daughter so he’s holding both children in his arms.
You’re staring, hard. You and Iwaizumi have created a beautiful little family that’s bound to grow bigger at your surprise.
“Take a picture, Mommy. It’ll last longer.” His tone is laced with smugness. “Yeah yeah.” You roll your eyes. Even though his statement was meant as a joke you pull out your phone and take a picture anyway.
As he’s about to set them down you stop him, “wait we gotta get one more with me in it!” You say walking over to them to take a selfie.
“We don’t want our other little one to feel left out, now do we?” It takes him a second to realize what you said. It was too funny not to document his response so you snap pics of his surprised face.
“You’re pregnant?!” He says in shock. “Yeah, thanks to somebody.” Your daughter is next to speak.
“It’s because of the baby fairy, right?!” She asks excitedly.
Iwaizumi laughs, “yeah, the baby fairy is bringing you another little sibling.” Iwaizumi explains with a big smile on his face. You want to flip him off but not in front of the kids.
He’ll take his little girl to the gym (and his son when he gets older) and use her to do his work outs (She’ll be on his back while he’s doing push ups, “five more, Daddy!”)
teaches his children the importance of health
i can see him empowering his daughter and telling her if someone hits her then she has permission to hit back
sometimes he misses his children’s events but he’ll make up for it with something fun
He seems like the type to want a lot of kids (enough to have his own little volleyball team lmao)
He’s always telling them to not be like their uncle oikawa
ALWAYS taking pics of the little cuties
Idk what it is abt him but Sato it his only boy, something abt him just makes me think he’d have almost all girls 😂
Invested in a suv so he can drive the kiddos to school
such a fucking dad boss, he goes to all the parent teacher conferences, etc etc.
I’m 1 mil percent sure he makes his kids wearing matching pjs and they love it at first but they hate it when they get older lmao
he’s the strict but nice dad (pretty chill until one of the kids fuck up or if he isn’t a fan of something)
Not only does he get on his kids for eating junk food he nags you about it too
has all his kids stuffies names’ memorized “daddy! Popcorn has a boo boo!”
he’s big on family outdoor trips (you suggested glamping and he told you that’s such an oikawa idea and your fam is gonna do camping the right way)
Hesitant on letting his kids use technology, he didn’t want them to become fully dependent on tech (they aren’t 🫶🏾)
Kageyama Tobio:
“That’s my boy. When you’re setting you don’t want to slap the ball up with your palm, it’s more like slightly tapping it with your fingertips, uhhh does that make since?” Kageyama tries to explain to his twelve year old.
“I think I get it?” Kaito says in a questioning tone. Kageyama scratches his head. “I wonder when your mom will get home with the girls.” Kageyama thinks aloud.
Kaito shrugs and returns to practice setting the ball. He’s done it a few times and Kageyama praises everyone of his sets, even if some of them are really crappy.
“Dad, you don’t need to praise the bad ones. It doesn’t make me feel better. If you praise my trashy work then I’ll settle for being trashy.” Kaito explains to his father. Kageyama puts his hands on his hips, his face turns into a smirk.
“If you want real practice don’t get upset when I criticize every little thing. You know I’m nit picky when it comes to volleyball.” With that he removes his hands from his hips. His steps were even and he asks his son for the ball.
“Mom says you’re bitchy about volleyball. She says it’s gotten better though.” Kaito says, meaning little harm. He knew that would get Kageyama riled up.
“Huh? You’re joking, right?!” Kageyama’s squeezing the volleyball and Kaito is suppressing a laugh.
“Well she says that’s what uncle shoyo says and she agrees with him.” Kageyama mumbles something about you and Hinata. Kaito is sure it’s something along the lines of, ‘I’ll show them a true bitch.’
Kaito gets some good practice in, mainly because his dad is somewhat upset.
You’re finally home with your twin daughters who are two. You find your husband and eldest in the backyard together playing volleyball.
“Kaito, you’ll be as good as your dad one day!” You praise seeing the results of Kageyama’s practice with him.
“What’s this talk about me being bitchy when playing volleyball?” Kageyama confronts and your eyes immediately land on your son.
“Kaito! You cannot keep a secret for the life of you, huh?” You say with a chuckle.
“I get it from you, Mom.” He says seriously.
“Babe, it’s nothin serious. Just a small observation of Shoyo. It’s not supposed to be in a mean way.” You try to coax him. He isn’t having it though.
He starts fussing so you tell Kaito to get his sisters and take them to go play with toys.
As soon as they’re out of sight you walk up to your husband and give him a warm, loving kiss.
“Tobio, you are not taking this to heart right now,” a small chuckle leaves your lips. “As your wife I make comments about you all the time cuz you know as well as I do that I mean it in a loving way. I’m still not over you calling me a swelling balloon when I was pregnant!” You rant, the ending part of your rant earns a snort from your husband.
“You’re my swelling balloon.” For some reason that almost sounded sexy but you aren’t going to let it slide. You give him a playful punch.
“Can you guys quit being saps?” Kaito yells from the door.
“It’s your night to help potty train.” You say with a wink and Kageyama groans.
If he sees his child showing any interest in volleyball he’ll do his best to make his kid a next gen star
he despises that you make the family match for holidays and you send the photos out to family
He lets his kids run around butt naked when they’re little (until you scold him)
he wouldn’t see the problem in letting the twins have ice cream for breakfast
he learned how to do hair so he can braid his little girls’ hair 🥺
he and his son argue abt the dumbest things (got that Kageyama and hinata energy)
Also the competitive dad who wants his kids to be better than everyone else’s kids
he will literally bully any little kid to the point where they cry if they mess w his kids
I don’t think he’d freak out when his daughters start their period he’s just like “okay. I think ur mom has pads somewhere 🧍🏻”
Miya Osamu:
“Pa! Come quick!” 6 and a half year old Haruki yells from the bathroom. When Osamu hears him he comes running up the stairs and into the bathroom.
“The heck ya doing in here? Yer ma’s gonna tear ya a new one!” Osamu examines the mess his son has made with finger paint. “I was trying something, Pa. Then my tooth came out cuz I was wigglin’ it!”
It isn’t until his son says that sentence that he notices there’s a small empty space in his mouth where his little tooth should be. “Huh? This yer first tooth?” Osamu asks.
“Pa, I been talking about this darn tooth for weeks!” His son responds with sass.
“well ‘cuse me for forgettin’ little man.” Osamu says with a roll of his eyes. This boy has got your attitude big time.
“You stay right here, ima go get ya some warm salt water. Don’t ya move.” Osamu warns as he goes to fetch some water for his son.
“So I can’t even breathe?” He asks sarcastically.
“Quit bein’ a lil smart aleck.” Osamu demands with a little bit more strictness in his tone. He’s usually pretty laid back with his son but sometimes Haruki hears the way his Uncle ‘Tsumu talks to his dad and he thinks he can talk that way.
Osamu runs down the stairs to the kitchen and scrambles around for a cup. He finds the salt and sprinkles some in. He puts the cup in the microwave for about a minute and it feels like the longest minute of his life.
“Hurry, Pa! The blood’s gettin’ everywhere!” Haruki yells out of worry.
Osamu retrieves the cup from the microwave and stampedes up the stairs to the bathroom.
“Here, swish it. All of it.” He commands.
“Pa I don’t wanna swish all this salt water it won’t taste good.” He explains to his pa.
“Do ya want the blood to go away or nah?” Osamu asks and Haruki shakes his head yes.
Your mini me began to swish the water as Osamu cleaned up the bathroom.
“Yer lucky I saved ya. Shoulda told yer ma ‘bout the mess you made.” Osamu snorts.
“Do ya think my baby sister will look like you or ma?” Haruki asks instead of thanking his father for cleaning his mess.
“I reckon she’ll get my beautiful eyes that drew yer ma to me n my thick brows.” Osamu says proudly puffing his chest.
“‘s not the only thing ma calls thick.” Haruki mutters which makes Osamu look down to him.
“Whaddya mean?” He asks his eyebrows scrunching up.
“She always talks to Uncle Rin ‘bout how thick ur butt is but she says it with two c’s at the end instead of T-H-I-C-K. What does the one with two c’s mean, Pa?” Haruki asks out of pure curiosity.
Osamu’s face goes red and he covers his face.
“It don’t mean nothin’ at all son. Don’t listen to what yer ma says that’s just her talking crazy.” Your husband explains.
“So when she tells me to go to bed-” Osamu cuts him off.
“I outta pop you for how smart yer acting.” Osamu says firmly.
“Sorry Pa, I’ll stop.” Haruki has a cheeky little smile on his face. He knows Osamu isn’t going to do anything. You handle all the discipline.
Osamu’s phone buzzes loudly in his pocket and he takes it out to answer it.
Osamu’s face goes still and then his eyes about pop out his head. “Slow down honey one word atta time.” Haruki hears you yell over the phone.
“We’re on our way right now.” Osamu says in quickly.
“Let’s go pack yer bag Haruki, yer staying with Uncle ‘Tsumu.” Haruki doesn’t move a muscle but then his dad gives him the look that says ‘do not test me right now’
“Is Ma okay?” Haruki asks his dad slightly worried.
“As okay as you can be goin’ into labor.” Osamu responds. For Haruki’ age he’s an advanced child but he’s picked up on the twins vulgar language and their accent. He knew what it meant when Osamu said you went into labor.
“My sister’s comin’?!” He asks excitedly.
“Mhm, now go pack yer bag. Ya need three shirts, three pairs of pants, some underwear and matching socks. Yer uncle will take ya to school. If I don’t come get you within the next three days just ask yer uncle to wash yer clothes. We’ll most likely see ya tomorrow but yer gonna stay with yer uncle to yer ma’s outta the hospital.”
Osamu explains all at once. “Okay Pa!”
let’s his kiddos get away with a lot more than they should
teaching them to cook was like his favorite thing to do
he lets you handle the punishments because Osamu is a soft dad
Whenever atsumu is over and you aren’t around he’s swearing like a sailor to his brother and his kids pick up on it 😭
100% a cuddler (Haruki acts like he hates it but he doesn’t)
idc what y’all say but he takes his daughter shopping like prom coming up? He’s there when she’s trying on dresses
no phones at the table enforcer (believes in quality family time)
he was relieved to not have twins like his brother did 😂
always teasing Haruki (for example he hates seeing u guys kiss so Osamu purposely kisses u in front of him just to upset him lmao)
the poor man tries his best w homework but geometry doesn’t make any sense “why are there shapes in math ya only really need to know how to add, subtract, multiply, n divide”
something just tells me he has a bird feeder and he enjoys drinking his coffee in the morning (little ones have hot chocolate) and watch the birds come and eat
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sassycheesecake · 2 months
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Your seven-year-old son Haruto is currently watching 'Bluey' on the carpet in the living room, eating his Lucky Charms cereal, when both you and Tetsurō walk into the living room.
"Bud, put the TV on mute, we need to talk about something." Tetsurō crosses his arms and you stand next to him with a smile on your face.
Haruto frowns and puts his unfinished bowl down, looking at you and your husband.
"Am I in trouble?" The little ravenette asks, looking a little bit scared that he did something wrong.
"You’re not in trouble, Haruto. Your mum and I wanted to… deliver some news." Tetsurō tries to comfort him but it only makes the little ravenette feel worse.
"Okay?…" You can see that your son pales a little bit and you’re scared he’s going to throw up on the carpet on how nervous he looks.
You crouch down to his level, your smile comforting his uneasiness a little bit.
"You’re going to be a big brother Haruto. We're having a baby." Your gentle voice calms him down a little bit more and Haruto understands and begins to frown.
"But I don’t want a sibling."
Kuroo sighs and scratches the side of his neck, looking at you for help.
You gave your husband an annoyed look before looking at your son again with a smile.
"Haru, I know this change may be scary but I am sure that you will be as excited as me and daddy when we welcome your little sibling into the world." You ruffle his black messy hair and when your posture is straight again, Haruto can see a very little bump on the lower part of your stomach. He actually thought that maybe you ate a little bit too much of food from last week but since you’re about to change, the little ravenette feels like his world is going to change as well. And not in a good way.
You and Kuroo leave the room and Haruto tries to focus on his show again, but the thought of having to share everything with another kid in the household is making his stomach twist with jealousy.
The next morning after you left for your ultrasound appointment, Kuroo stays behind to watch your son while also having to work from home.
Haruto walks over to see his dad at the kitchen table, working as it seems.
He holds his penguin plushie close to his chest when he starts talking to his father.
"Dad?" Haruto looks at his father, who is typing a lot down on his laptop with a concentrated face.
"Hm?" Tetsurō keeps his face focused on his laptop, writing something down on his notepad that lays next to it.
"When does my new brother arrive?" Haruto asks curiously.
"Well, we don’t know yet and we don’t know if you get a brother or a sister."
"Why not? I thought you said I will have a sibling?" Haruto‘s face scrunches up a bit.
"I know. But it’s too early for that to know, buddy. Mum has to grow your sibling and until her stomach gets a little bit bigger, we don’t know for sure yet if it’s going to be a girl or a boy." Tetsurō looks at his son from his peripheral vision, seeing that his son's face angers up a bit.
"I don’t want a sister."
"Well, mum can’t influence that either. Why are you against having a sibling anyway? Mum and Dad thought you would be happy about the news."
Haruto looks down at his bare feet, losing the grip on his plushie.
"A brother or sister would mean I have to share my room, my food and you and mommy." Haruto mutters in shame, a hint of hurt and sadness mixed in his words.
Kuroo sighs, turning around so he fully faces his son.
"I know that change can be scary, Haru. But I promise you, once your sibling arrives, you’re going to be happy to have one. Think about uncle Bo, he has four kids. All of them are happy that they have each other." Kuroo says with a little smile.
"But they fight over food and their toys sometimes." Haruto explains while looking up at his father.
"I know but even mum and I fight sometimes. It’s normal to fight with someone sometimes. It would NOT be normal if they never fight or if they fight all the time. When I was your age, my mum, your grandma, and my dad would fight all the time. In the end, it was just me and your grandma. Your dad only had uncle Kenma as a friend in the beginning and back then, I would have done anything to have a sister or a brother."
Haruto looks at his father with a sad expression, tears starting to collect in his eyes as he runs to his father and hugs his legs very tightly.
Kuroo is quite shocked by the action but chuckles heartily as he cards his fingers through Haruto's hair, comforting him.
Haruto calms down and accepts the fact that he will be a big brother.
Over the next few months, Haruto watches the change in his mother, physically and emotionally.
Your stomach begins to grow more and you cry over the silliest things. (At least in Tetsurō‘s opinion)
You cried a full hour because a butterfly hit your windshield, your husband brought you your favorite flowers and you felt nauseous after smelling them, causing you to feel bad because you can’t enjoy them, saying that Tetsurō wasted his money. You’re eating the weirdest and most disgusting food combinations, sometimes having corn dogs and dipping them in Joghurt or other times especially in the mornings, you eat hot flaming Cheetos with mint chocolate chip ice cream.
Right now, Haruto looks in concern with his hazel eyes at you, as you are eating vanilla ice cream with tuna chunks in it.
"Mum, why can you have ice cream for breakfast and I can’t?" Haruto pouts.
Kuroo snorts behind the rim of his coffee mug.
"You’re not concerned about the tuna in the ice cream?" He chuckles as he looks between you and his son.
You continue to savor the food in your mouth when you shot your husband a nasty glare for that comment.
It makes Kuroo gulp in nervousness.
"I am craving this. Now be quiet and let me enjoy my food, Tetsū." You snap at him.
"Yes, ma'am." Kuroo replies with a shaky voice.
Haruto glances between the two of you and giggles at the exchange between his parents.
Exactly four months later, Haruto is sitting in front of the entrance door, anxiously waiting for his parents to come back.
Kenma is watching him, since your water broke in the middle of last night, having to go to the hospital for delivering Haruto's baby sister.
Currently, the dyed blonde is gaming on his Nintendo switch when he looks over at his godchild. Haruto is sitting in front of the door like a dog waiting for its owner to get home. He looks incredibly worried and rightfully so, since last night was pretty hectic and you looked in so much pain that all Haruto wanted to do was comfort you.
Before Haruto knew it though, his father called Kenma in a panic and not even twenty minutes later, the pro gamer showed up at their doorstep. He was never that fast at their house.
With a last quick goodbye, you and Kuroo were out the door and it’s already been over 15 hours.
Haruto did not like this one bit.
You were in pain and it was caused by his stupid sibling that he was actually excited for.
Kenma is very tired after being woken up by the former Middle Blocker at 1 am last night but still, he needed to watch Kuroo’s son.
Nekoma's former Setter is looking at him for a few more minutes until he decides that they should do something, to get Haruto’s mind off a bit.
"Hey little gremlin, want to watch some SpongeBob?" He offers.
Haruto looks at Kenma and gets up from his sitting position to join the former Setter on the couch.
During an episode, Kenma's phone vibrates with a message from the roosterhead.
'Lost count of how many times (Y/N) has threatened to kill me. Bones in my right hand are crushed to death. Say hi to Himari Kuroo. How is Haru?'
A picture follows underneath the text message.
It’s a picture of a newborn in a soft pink cat beanie and it’s swaddled up in a white blanket with cartoon kittens all over them, appearing to be sleeping.
Kenma smiles at the picture, happy that everything went well despite the long labor that you had to go through.
'He is fine. He keeps staring at the door like a little dog, waiting for its owners to get back.' How is (Y/N)? The blonde texts back.
‘She’s good, exhausted af. She’s been sleeping and eating mochis for the most part. Really missing Haru as well.'
'How about I drive Haru to you? That way he can see you and (Y/N) and (Y/N) can see Haru again.' Kenma offers.
'👍🏻😌'
Kenma turns to the little ravenette and sees that he is looking down at his penguin plushie with a sorrow expression.
"Come on little gremlin, let’s go see your parents and your little sister."
Haruto's face snaps up to his godfather and he smiles excitedly.
The two of them are driving to the hospital where you delivered and Haruto keeps swinging his short legs back and forth, excited to see his mama and his papa again.
When Kenma and Haruto walk through the doors of the hospital, people are gushing over the two of them, causing Kenma to feel slightly uncomfortable because they think Haruto is Kenma’s son.
When they reach the labor and delivery unit, Kenma asks for your name and the nurse at the front desk leads them to the room you’re staying in.
Haruto is too hyper to contain his excitement and runs to the room, almost slamming it open.
The sudden opening of the door startles you and Kuroo but quickly changes to happiness to seeing your son.
"Mama!" Haruto climbs on the bed towards you and your raging hormones are making you cry when you finally have your boy back in your arms.
"Haru, be careful! Mum had surgery done on her stomach!" Kuroo scolds his son and tries to pull him off of you.
"It’s okay, Tetsu. He just missed us." You soothe your husband while caressing the little ravenette’s head and back.
Kuroo joins your side on the bed, wrapping his arms around you and his son, feeling at peace.
Kenma watches the scene with a fond look before deciding to give the three of you a little privacy.
Remembering why he came here in the first place, Haruto wiggles out of his mother’s embrace and sees that your stomach has shrunk down.
"Where’s my baby brother?" He asks in curiosity.
"You have a sister, Haru. Her name is Himari and she is currently with the nurses, she needed to be weighed." You explain to him, brushing the messy strands back.
Just as he was about to reply to you, the nurse walks in with Himari and Haruto sits up straight to be able to see his sister.
He scooches back a bit into the arms of his father and watches intensely as a little bundle of wrapped blankets is handed back carefully to you.
"You want to say hi to your little sister?" You whisper in a gentle tone, unwrapping some of the blankets so your son can see his little sister better.
"She looks like a mochi." His amber eyes shine in excitement.
"She does. Make sure you protect your little mochi, okay Haru? She depends on her big brother."
Haruto nods enthusiastically and carefully touches her face and giggles a bit at her scrunched up face.
Later on, Haruto is knocked out from being up for so long and is sleeping soundly against his father while you feed Himari.
"Tetsu, you’re staring." You say while breastfeeding your newborn, not taking your eyes off of Himari.
"Sorry, kitten. Can’t help myself." Kuroo smirks in mischief as he continues to look at you with love and affection while Haru is sleeping soundly against his chest.
Kuroo can’t describe the words how happy he is to have a family with you. He hopes that in the future, Haruto and Himari will grow up close and maybe if he plays his cards right, have another bundle of joy with you in the future.
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omiomi-kyun · 4 months
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02:42 a.m. — daddy's day out
AKAASHI KEIJI is usually calm and collected. He always think three steps ahead and has several backup plans in case something goes wrong. Some would say he's stoic, almost emotionless—until he became a dad.
Although he's busy with several projects at hand, he never failed to pay attention to his family. He's a dedicated husband and a doting father to his son. To strengthen his bond with his child, he requested to have a dedicated day for them to bond.
However, during one of those days, something inevitable happened: your son's first vaccination.
It was an event you wanted to spend with them, but you were also stuck at your workplace where heaps of tasks awaits you.
“will he be fine? i've read several articles online and also asked some of my colleagues about their children's first vaccination, but i don't think it prepared me enough...”
the doctor and her assistant smiled as they prepare the materials they'll use for this session. the doctor explained the process and gave him an idea of what might happen afterwards.
keiji nodded his head while listening attentively to her response. his son, atsuki, has always been a calm child just like his dad—and sometimes, it makes you and akaashi worry about him.
“ah... i can't look...” he whispered while keeping atsuki's right arm from flailing around. “i'm so nervous...”
atsuki tried to turn his head towards the doctor, but her assistant was quick to keep his head in place.
“he'll be fine,” the doctor responded calmly while applying holding the syringe close to your son's arm. she insert the needle in his chubby arm while the assistant hands over a plaster towards the doctor.
the deafening silence was ended when atsuki began to wail. akaashi kissed the top of his head while soothing his back.
“it's okay...”
akaashi himself couldn't stop his own tears from falling after hearing him wail in pain. “it's for your own good, atsu-kun,” he whispered while peperring the top of your son's hair with featherlight kisses.
“one vaccine done.”
akaashi looked at the doctor, terrified. his slowly calming heart began to race. “there's more?!”
“it's the last one... today, at least.”
he was horrified.
needless to say, you both agreed to make time whenever your son's getting vaccinated. because neither of you has to go through all that alone.
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itsyoursunshinebabe · 10 months
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You and Hoshiumi have been together for five years without anyone knowing about your relationship. What was your the reason for it? Well, you were the Schweiden Adlers’ manager and he was a player in the volleyball team; being together would’ve started scandals, so you two decided to keep it a secret as long as you can.
But things were becoming difficult as you became pregnant with the white haired outside hitter’s child; and hiding your morning sickness, nausea was no fun, but you did what you could, pretending that you’re feeling fine and thinking about how you’d share the news with your boyfriend.
This morning it was especially hard, since you had to run a lot of errands for the team, and you were dead tired. By noon you were completely worn out, much to everyone’s surprise, because usually you were just as energetic as your secret boyfriend.
“You sure you’re okay?” Many of your colleagues have asked but you nodded with a forced smile and drunk a lot of orange juice to soothe the nausea.
It was a bad decision.
Soon you found yourself crouching above the toilet, while your breakfast made its escape through your mouth. Your eyes were teary, face was ghostly pale compared to your healthy complexion, and your lips were dry after the constant vomiting. You looked like the zombie version of yourself and there’s no way people wouldn’t notice it.
And you were right...
The first one was the coach, who pulled you aside, asking what’s going on. You were in a great distress: should you makeup a pretty little lie or tell the truth? The first option seemed tempting, but sooner or later everyone would found out your pregnancy as you’d start to show in a few weeks maybe. But telling the truth would be difficult, as Hoshiumi was also involved, as your boyfriend.
So you opted for a third option: telling the truth, but not the whole truth.
“I’m pregnant.”  And the coach’s eyes grew plate sized.
“Congratulations, I feel so embarrassed Y/n, I didn’t even know you had a spouse.” He said, unsure what else to say. You thanked him properly and went on your way, but then other colleagues started to ask what’s wrong, fearing it might be a virus.
The situation started to become stressed. You tried to avoid the topic, but you went on the toilet three more times and returned with a sick look. This could not go on for too long.
You confessed, making them swear not to tell anyone else yet and since they were nice people, and you’ve been working with them for years, they promised not to do it.
That didn’t make you calmer though...
Especially as you were about to have a meeting with the team members, who were practising at the moment...
You felt extremely nervous, praying that no one would talk about this topic right now, since your boyfriend was still unaware of the great news; and of course, you were scared what if he wouldn’t want it and leave you. Or he couldn’t play because of your relationship. A manager- team member affiliation could be big catch for the media, and you didn’t want to cause any trouble for Hoshiumi.
As you walked in, completely lost in thoughts a ball was flying towards you; luckily the coach caught it before it could hit you with full force. “Idiots, pay attention next time, she’s pregnant, you could have caused a big trouble if the ball would’ve hit her.” He yelled. The members all nodded and said sorry, except for your white haired boyfriend, who was awestrucked and gaped like a fish.
“What’s wrong Hoshiumi?” Asked the coach with a curious look on his face. “Pregnant?” He asked too quietly compared to his boisterous voice. You nodded nervously, trying to avoid his gaze, but he literally ran to you, pressing a soft kiss on your lips, then he kneeled down to face your still flat belly.
The whole world disappeared as he was giving small pecks on your stomach, whispering sweet promises while tears were running down on his face. You were smiling with teary eyes as well, softly stroking your boyfriend’s hair.
But the world didn’t really disappear.
The whole Schweiden Adlers’ have been staring at you till the coach discretely coughed some and told the team to go back to practice, leaving you two alone in bliss.
“How long have you known about the baby?” Asked your boyfriend, still unable to process how lucky he was. “A few days only. I’m currently 9 weeks old, so little one was hiding very well.” “Do you know the gender yet?” “No, we still have to wait a few days, I just had my first ultrasound 2 days ago.”
It all made sense to Hoshiumi now: the loss of appetite, how smells suddenly disturbed you, the constant nausea. Seriously, he thought it was a virus too.
“Korai? Are you...happy?” He had to laugh. “Y/n, I couldn’t be happier.” “But what about your career?” “What about it? We just announce we are together, expecting our first child and tell the press to fuck off. Like I suggested at the beginning.” He had to add this; after all, he wanted to come clear long ago, but you were too worried about his pro volleyball career and he accommodated to your wish.
“Let’s start with the team first, I was dying to tell them how I’m with the manager everyone’s having a crush on.”
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natriae · 11 months
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Wakatoshi watched you guys run over and honestly looked startled with the speed in which the two of you came over. Isamu had been holding a volleyball and placed it gently on the table in front of Ushijima. His smile was just as wide as when he saw Sakusa. So much like Wakatoshi's it doesn't seem genuine, but it is.
"hey little guy," Wakatoshi had said to Isamu. If you'd never been in Isamu's room you'd think Ushijima was his favorite with how he was acting. Hopefully, he's just being petty because of his friend, and isn't actually a big fan of Ushijima, but that's just being hopeful. As Ushijima signs the volleyball for your son you can see him glancing quickly at you out of the corner of his eye. "so are you a big fan?" Wakatoshi questions. He was clearly trying to make conversation, but he seemed hesitant. His voice got deeper, more smooth than the last time you spoke to him. No more voice cracks. It's too sexy now. He looks at your son in way that he's trying to read him without asking to many questions.
"..no… sorry," your son says quietly. Wow Isamu, smooth. You wonder if Ushijima would have been effected by those words if he knew that it was his son who said them. He was always confident in his skills, only certain people's words affected him. Ushijima never out right said it, but he was a family man. He wanted to have kids of his own, and provide them with parents that would be there for them. Which is why it hurt so much more to leave. You didn't want to hurt him by taking his son away, and you didn't want to hurt Isamu by taking his dad away. But you were left with no choice. You couldn't guarantee that Ushijima would be there, plus now he's in the pros. Who knows if that would have happened if you stayed. "but i do think you're a great player, but MSBY will always be my favorite," Isamu said as damage control.
Ushijima chuckled a bit at your son's honesty. He looked down for a moment thinking of what to say and finally settled on. "so did you drag your sister over here to get her an autograph. Is she a fan?" Sister? is it really not obvious. Maybe it was because he saw you and was curious, but Ushijima very rarely talks that much. Good media training, huh.
"no, my mom is just here so i don't get lost," Isamu said in response. Proud that his mom was with him. Why would he tell him that though. I mean of course he would casually tell people you were his mom, but of all people him.
"your mom is very pretty. I hope you guys had a good time," Ushijima said. You blushed at his words, and looked at the ground. He always knew exactly how to compliment you. He tried to give a small smile, but it was definitely forced. He's always been monotoned, but you could tell he was sad. Did he realize that this was his son? Walking to the next team member Ushijima whispered quietly, "you left cause you had another man's child.. humm," you definitely weren't supposed to hear that, but you couldn't tell if you should be happy he didn't realize or not. He looked around the table for his pen that was resting on his ear, and that's when it hit you.
Ushijima Wakatoshi was still stupid. You can say that, you dated him in highschool. He had amazing grades, but he definitely passed his test by memorizing, and not actually learning the material. Everything he learned would be gone the minute he finished the test. You're honestly surprised he made it this far. Does he have someone in his life? A girlfriend? A boyfriend? Satori?
Moving on down the line you couldn't help yourself but want to correct him. No matter how upset you were at him. It's been years and both of you deserve closure. You want him to have the story straight, and understand where you were coming from. Once the two of you got to the end of the line, Ushijima began walking back to the locker rooms. Isamu was on his way to the bathroom, and it was just you standing at the double doors that connected the lobby to the gym. A small tap hit the back of your shoulder, and when you turned around a white jersey was right in front of your face. Your heart dropped to your ass. Looking up you can see his handsome face in full view. He got taller, if that was even possible, or maybe it was the fact you haven't seen him in so long. He opened his mouth once, but no words came out. He tried again and was able to get out a small hi.
"hi Ushijima," you said trying to hide your raging emotions. You wanted to hug him, and hide him in your basement(that you didn't have). You also wanted go beat him up, but give him a fat smooch over his perfect lips. Those feels were valid. He was your first love. You can hate and love him, right?
"hi, i uh i wanted to give you this," He handed you a small white paper with several numbers on it. It's his phone number, you know. It's still in your phone with his name and a heart. You couldn't bring yourself to change it or block it. His face was red and he was looking everywhere but you. Even after all these years you could still make this giant man stutter and blush when talking to you. Just like when you were 16 and he walked up to you in the court yard. Actually he sat next to you on the bench and stared at you for a minute before speaking. "you don't have to text me, but i don't know when i'll see you next," I want closure for whatever we had. You nodded at his words, and muttered out a small 'thanks'. He nodded once and walked by you into the locker rooms. Finally you can hear your heartbeating faster then normal. If you were a cartoon everyone would see it jumping out of your skin. Isamu came running up and tapped you on your spine. Startled at the tap you jumped, and turned around to just find your son's large eyes staring at you in confusion.
"you okay? you've been jumpy today," Isamu said. He was worried, obviously. Wondering why his mom was acting so weird ever since they got here.
"i'm fine a promise. My senses are just heightened today, girl stuff," you said. Not wanting to spill that you saw Ushijima, aka your ex boyfriend, aka his FATHER, and not only that but a student you barely knew in highschool is now flirting to you in front of your ex boyfriend. "i'm fine, i'm serious," you said to convince him. No you are not. Your holding your ex-boyfriend's phone number in your hand, literally. "let's go get some food," you said changing the conversation. You could see Isamu's eyebrow raise up at your statement behind his thick lenses.
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The day was finally over and now you were left with your thoughts. Thank god Isamu didn't ask about you being "ushijima's girl". The long day probably made him forget. Staring at the screen of your phone, a small circlular picture of a sleeping teenage ushijima was there with his name under it with a heart. You really need to change that. The realtionship too. 'boyfriend'. You scoffed at that. It's been a decade and you still can't bring youself to change it. You look back at the photo. It was from a training camp Shiratorizawa went too. You guys were second years and he had snuck into the manager's dorm to see you. He got hit by a lot of pillows because he came over unannounced. When everyone realized he wasn't a perv they let him in, and he rested next to you. While you were telling him a story he fell asleep on your arm. His head was resting on your shoulder, and you had immediately pulled out your flip phone and snapped a quick picture of the boy. His eyes were shut and you could see his beautiful eyelashes, and the small moles on his face. The photo was such bad quality, but it held so much value to you. You wonder if he ever met up with his dad. That was the story you would tell him. You could tell he was stressed so you began to making up a story about how amazing it would be when he finally met up with his dad. He would get a passport and a plane ticket to California. Spend the summer with his dad on the beautiful university campus. He would get to play volleyball with his dad again and show him how much he improved. He would go to the beach with him and enjoy an american boardwalk. He'd get american fast food, and see the golden gate bridge. It would always brighten his mood, so it became a usual story you would tell. You hoped he was able to do all the fun things you guys talked about. Did he ever see his dad? Did he get to play volleyball with him? Did he find a pretty american girl? Did he kiss her? Did he do more then just kiss her? Did he at least use a condom? Omg what if he has Japanese american baby right now in California who he also doesn't know about. Throwing your phone down you begin to lightly smack your head to stop the intrusive thought that you definitely don't want to think about. "ugghhhh," you let out loud enough to get your emotions put, but not loud enough to wake up Isamu.
A buzz was heard from your phone now resting between two couch cushions. Picking it up you slowly turned around praying to whatever god there was that you didn't accidentally text Ushijima in your fit of anger. How embarrassing would it be to get a text from you ex that's just 'hdjskao' after a decade of not talking.
Finally flipping your phone over the screen lights up to show that you recieved a dm from none other then 'sakukiy' on Instagram. He really was stalking you huh. It's not like you posted much. Your last post was from 2013, only really updating anyone on your story, or through your tags. He was really ballsy to be dming an account that's mostly dead. Opening your phone your brought back to your contacts. Ushijima's name being burned into your eyes as you get yet another notification from 'sakukiy'. Why does Instagram have to tell the person you read their notification. Taking a deep breath you opened Instagram and swiped over to your dms. There was a now deleted account with the kanji of Wakatoshi left. He was the only person you ever really interacted with. Sharing posts you thought were funny with him, but you never realized his account was deleted. He probably has a new one now. One where he posts thirst traps…with his abs..god he probably has eight and it's probably- stop you need to open kiyoomi's messages it's already been five minutes. Clicking on the messages you see two texts.
'hey it's Kiyoomi'
'are you free for lunch sometime?'
Is he asking you on a date right now? Is this cheating. No, you and Ushijima are broken up. You have been stop feeling guilty for moving on. You haven't dated anyone this whole time. Saying you need to focus on Isamu and you have no time for love. In reality you didn't want to be hurt again, you didn't want isamu to get confused or hurt, and at this point being 29 and only having sex once is embarrassing. You're getting to far ahead of youself. He just asked you for lunch. Why not. He probably means just as friends.
'sure! when are you free' you respond.
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tags: @mineta-phobic @rukia-uchiha-98 @ssc7514 @megumuro
so far who do u want to end up with?
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emmyrosee · 5 months
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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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beangfrisky · 1 year
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singledad!iwaizumi lives and breathes by his baby girl and boy. his son that just turned one is always strapped to his chest while he pushes his baby girl in a neon pink stroller.
singledad!iwaizumi freezes in his tracks when he sees you for the first time. you’re standing on his porch in a summery dress with a plate of cookies in hand looking like a dream. you laugh at his staring and smile at his little ones. he finds out that you’re his new neighbor.
singledad!iwaizumi watches you walk away and makes a vow to himself to not do anything dumb in the future. he has two kids to worry about and no time for a pretty girl like you. he is pleasantly surprised at the taste of the cookies as he wolfs down a few before his kids can see.
singledad!iwaizumi clenches his fist the first time he sees you gardening in your back yard. you look so sweet and it’s such a mundane task but he can’t help how turned on he is. you turn and wave as his daughter squeals in excitement and runs up to say hi to you.
singledad!iwaizumi offers you a popsicle against his own better judgement. his kids spend the next few hours interrogating you. his daughter walks up to him at sunset and declares in a whisper that he should make the new neighbor his princess.
atsumu sakusa kuroo osamu
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uc1wa · 4 months
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"who’s home?" you exclaim in a whisper to your wide-eyed baby who’s sat in your kitchen in front of you. her brows raise at the changed tone in your voice and the sound of the door. though she’s not of the age where words can fully be formulated, her eyes form small crescents as she reads over your face. small eyes matching your own and tiny baby teeth smiling as wide as yours.
the door opens and you hear a rustle of a backpack and coat, shoes making their way in before the door is locked with a click.
atsumu knew he wanted to have a baby with you. agreed to start trying after he’d won his first olympics, and a swollen belly became visible the first time you’d set down the pill and welcomed him with open legs.
"mmm," the blonde walks into the kitchen that’s lit up, smelling the food that you’d made and humming a satisfied moan. but he dramatically pauses in his tracks the second his daughter makes eye contact with him.
"who’s that?" he asks, face feigning innocence and curiosity. the same routine occurs every day, your baby knows it just as well. little legs flying to kick, accidentally hitting your arm, and small arms doing the same. a mixture of babbles following.
"is that…" he starts slowly, making his way to the high chair she’s sat at, arms extending towards his baby with a bib latched around her neck. "…my baby girl?" he finally exclaims, hands finding the underneath of her own, lifting her and bringing her to his broad chest—ignorant, or… he just doesn’t care about the baby food that smears from her bib to his practice jersey.
it’ll be washed anyways.
"you’re gonna make her throw up," you amuse, watching the way he holds her with a wide smile. the way he bounces her around when she hasn’t finished half of her food yet.
"‘s okay, mama. i’ll wash clothes tonight," he finally rests her against his chest, peering over her shoulder to you with a grin. "dinner smells good, what’d ya cook me, hm?" atsumu winks, taking a few steps to where you’re sat in front of a high chair, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head.
and then he stays there another beat. "give mama a kiss," he says in a silly baby voice, widening his eyes once more to match your baby’s. and maybe she understood those words, but it made you laugh the way her arms reached to grab either side of your head. pulling hair as he pushed her messy lips to your cheek.
"ya love mama? mhm, me too," atsumu chimes, standing back up with your baby, finding a chair that was sat beside you and taking a seat.
he sets her tiny form on the table for a few seconds, knowing that if she did make any quick movements, you’d grab her while he slung his msby backpack over his shoulder and to the floor. then his big hands found her again, tickling her belly while holding his hand out for you to place her food for him to feed her.
"gonna make our plates," you smile at the two of them and their interactions.
and just like every night, you both finish eating sitting side by side. atsumu throws some clothes into the wash as he lays your baby down to sleep. and somehow, some way, he’s pulling you into the shower with him, like always.
because he knows you take the best care of your sweet baby while he’s away at games and practice and work. "mama deserves to be taken care of too," he reminds you, hot water dripping from his lips to yours.
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