ꕥ fixing his daughter’s hair to match yours ꕥ
note: ty for 900!! As a thank you, I’ll post this early ❣️
father-son ver, fluff, lots of it, some domestic fluff, not rlly proofread
Osamu, Daichi, Akaashi, Iwaizumi, Aran || long-haired reader, fem!reader
Osamu
He sat on his daughter’s bed, brushing the little girl’s hair as she stands between his legs
“lil mochi, how ya wannit?” he calls her by the little nickname he assigned since her birth (he thought she looked like a small soft squishy mochi)
“like mama, please” the toddler replies, remembering the quick braid you wore as you dressed her up in the morning
her father lets out a chuckle, finding her politeness cute because she definitely didn’t get it from him (it was def from you)
“alrighty, comin right up” he separates her hair into three streaks, creating the hairstyle you taught him when you first started dating
in a quick fashion, the braid is neatly completed with a tied
“ya like it, mochi?” he places the end-tail on her small shoulder
she jumps, squealing out of delight. “Yes, papa!”
he crosses his arms, smiling out of content at his work
she hastily grabs his hand, catching him off guard
“cmon! we gotta show mama!”
ꕥ you were making some pancakes for breakfast when you hear ur family approach you from the different room. "Mm! Smells, good, hon" your husband speaks up, catching your attention. Your little girl follows him shouting.
“Momma! Lookit!” she twirls, showing her matching braid with yours. You smile, mouth parting in surprise.
“Wow, love. Aren’t you a pretty little thing!” you flip the last pancake onto the stack, before dusting your hands on the apron you wore and kneeling down to your daughter. She giggles as you tickle her face with kisses.
“Look at us, matching and all,” you say, pinching her cheek. Osamu watches you both with a warm smile on his face. He wants so badly to capture this moment in photo but instead he soaks it in as he leans against the kitchen stool, watching you both. His favorite girls.
Daichi
daichi sat on the living room floor, shuffling through a mini tote full of hairpins, finding one to adorn your little kid’s hair when the girl brings a hairclip from your bedroom
“daddy! how about this one?” she holds up the claw clip. “Mommy’s wearing one…and I wanna wear it too…” she says, shyly.
the clip was humongous, too large for her tiny head but Daichi laughs, agreeing to put it on.
“well alright, darling. Here, let daddy fix.” daichi motions her to the carpeted floor in front of his crossed legs.
she turns around, sitting calmly as he rolls her dark brown hair that matched his own, into a ball before attaching the hairclip on it.
Daichi pats his daughter’s shoulders, placing a kiss on the top of her head. “all done!”
the girl jumps up, giving her grinning father a quick “thanks!” before rushing to her mother who’s washing the dishes
ꕥ you hear the familiar pitter patter of your little one’s steps. “mommy! mommy! look!” the child squeals, bringing your attention. When you notice her hair put up in a ridiculously large clip, you laugh walking over to her after drying your wet hands on a towel.
“whatcha wearin, silly?” you ask as she twirls, showing off the new hairstyle. “daddy made it. so my hair can be like yours!” You giggle, smoothing over the hair that frames her face. “Well, daddy did a good job. Cuz it looks great on you, my pretty,” you coo. At that moment, your husband steps in. He must’ve been standing on the side for a while.
“Thanks. ‘Daddy’ worked hard,” the man says, with a smug look on his face, emphasizing the nickname you used. You send him a knowing look.
“Daddy, you’re silly! All you did was clip it on!” the child laughs, making you both break down in laughter. She was a bright one.
Akaashi
“up, up we go!” Akaashi grunts, lifting his grown toddler onto the stool to fix her hair
he starts a ponytail, when the youngster stops him with her words
“no, daddy!” she asserts. “can you make it like mommy’s hair?”
he laughs. “oh, right, right. I’ll try my best, sweetheart.”
remembering the messy top bun you effortlessly whipped in the morning, he smiles rolling his daughter’s hair into the same style
he uses a mini scrunchie to hold it all together, making her hair appear larger than it was
he hums, impressed by his own work
the toddler looks into the mirror, amazed.
“woah! you did it, daddy!” she squeals.
“I sure did, huh?” he makes little adjustments to her bun before kissing it gently.
ꕥ just then, you poke your head in the kid’s room. “Hey, my loves, breakfast is ready.” Akaashi turns to your voice, moving closer to you to place a peck on your lips.
“Hey,” he greets, even though you were just talking a couple minutes ago. “sweetie, wanna tell mo—” before he could finish his sentence the girl starts leaping.
“Yes! mommy! mommy!” the excited kid jumps toward you and you fully enter the room, kneeling down to her level. You gasp watching the new hairstyle she rocks.
“Baby, what’s this?” you ask the girl, gently touching her hair-bun. 
“Does it look nice?” she asks, wanting your approval. She really looks up to you.
“Of course it does, baby,” you look into the blue orbs your husband gave her, giving a soft smile before placing a tender kiss on her exposed forehead. “You’re so so pretty.” You turn to Akaashi who’s now leaning against the door with a toothy grin. “Just like Daddy.” The comment makes him smirk and chuckle.
“Thank you, but I think mommy deserves some credit too, dont ya think?” The man bends down to his girl who’s looking over at her dad with a smile. 
“I think mommy AND daddy are pretty!” the small girl hops up a little to place a peck on her dad’s cheek, and he picks her up. “You got that right,” you say, smiling at your dear family as you all start walking toward the dining room to eat.
Iwaizumi
Iwaizumi was watching the television, when suddenly his little daughter hopped onto his lap.
“yes, baby-girl?” he asks seeing her tug on the hem of his pajama shirt.
“can you braid my hair like mommy’s?” she whispers into his ear.
his lips curvs into a smile.
“alright, turn around.” he tells her, even though he’s already lifting the little one’s body with little effort.
“no, no, no,” she whispers. “don’t wanna show mommy, yet!” he laughs at her request, watching as she side-eyes you whistling in the kitchen as you happily make toast and bacon for your family.
“Oh, so you wanna surprise her?” he chuckles, moving quietly to the next room with the child in his arm. reaching the bedroom, he finally starts on the braid, something he learned from you.
“annnnnd there we go,” he huffs, before placing a kiss on the crown of your daughter’s head.
she squeals in excitement, playing with the end of her braid. “thank youuuuu.”
“shall we go show mommy?” he asks the dancing child. she nods.
ꕥ you continue to whistle your favorite tune, placing the last bacon into the plate. At that moment, you wear your daughter call to you. “Mommy~” she sing-songed. You pause your whistling and turn around.
“Hey, baby,” you greet her as she jumped into your arms. Iwaizumi leaned against the kitchen counter watching you both with a smile plastered on his face. It took you a few seconds to realize her new hairdo. “Huh, i was wondering what you two were up to,” you snicker, looking back up at the smirking Iwaizumi.
“You like it?” he asks. Your eyes move back to your daughter’s. 
“I love!! What do you think, baby?” Her smile—which is scarily similar to her father’s—shows that she is very satisfied with the result.
“It’s nice! Like yours!” You chuckle, giving her a ticklish kiss on her face. The girl giggles, making Iwaizumi chuckle to himself as he watches you two. “My turn! My turn!” the girl says as you place her back down.
“Oh?” you raise an eyebrow, moving your face closer to the girl’s. She leans up to give you a peck on the cheek.
“Thank you,” you smile, standing back up.
“Okay, daddy’s turn!” she claps. Your eyes crease in amusement turning back to the man who is now grabbing mugs to make some coffee. He stops in his tracks, looking at his daughter with a soft smile.
“Gladly,” he lifts the girl giving her a kiss and blowing a raspberry on her skin, making her giggle. He then faces you with a cunning smile. “Haji, what’re you-” you start but is interrupted by his lips on your cheek, and then blowing a raspberry like he did to your daughter seconds ago. Your daughter cheers on the side, laughing at his actions and you couldn’t help but break into laughter by the ticklish feeling. Moments like these make you grateful to have these two in your life.
Aran
Aran was just done folding some of the unfolded laundry from the previous day when his daughter entered the room with pleading eyes.
“Hey, baby. Need something?” he asks the girl who climbed into his lap.
she points to her space-buns. “I want to match with mama.”
he recalls your high-ponytail braid
“Alright, babygirl,” he chuckles, placing a kiss on her forehead. “You don’t mind if I untangle these?” he ruffles the top of her hair. his daughter shakes her head.
“I like mama’s hairstyle more.”
“Okay, daddy’s got it,” aran says, unraveling her bunned up hair and combining it all together.
he takes a comb, smoothing over loose strands.
“mkay,” he muffles with a hair-tie between his teeth as he finishes the braid, securing the ends. “all done, sweetie.”
Aran watches with his hands now on his lap, satisfied with his work—as always—he’s no stranger when it comes to fixing his daughter’s hair
“thank you,” the young girl thanks gleefully, remembering the manners that you and Aran taught her. She smooths a hand over the tightly-knitted braid, mesmerized by her father’s skills.
“now,” the proud father stands, picking up his giggling child. “Let’s go get some breakfast, shall we?”
ꕥ as they walked into the dining room, you almost bump into them, about to call your family for the prepared food. “Oops!” you laugh, placing a hand over your husband’s arm. “Sorry, my loves.” You place a kiss on his cheek before doing the same to your daughter’s in his arms. Aran whispers a small ‘hey’ as you do. “I was gonna call y—” For a quick second, you pause, noticing the change in your daughter’s hairstyle. Aran grins, seeing your surprised reaction. “Baby!” Your eyes flicker to your daughter’s shy smile. She giggles, hiding her face in her father’s shoulder, feeling shy from your attentive eyes
“See? Mama likes it,” Aran encourages the flustered girl, sending you a knowing look. You mouth an ‘aw’, reaching for her and she turns around once she feels your hands lifting her body. Your husband hands her over to you.
“My baby is so pretty,” you coo as she finally looks to you, giggling. “Look at us.” You flip the matching ponytail braid you wore, flaunting it.
“Mama’s pretty,” the girl stares at your hairstyle, amazed by the length—compared to hers. “When I grow up, I want to be pretty like mama!” You respond by kissing her cheek.
“Oh you’ll be real pretty, believe me. Look at you now, beautiful.” Your compliment makes her confidence grow.
Aran looks at the both of you, amazed by the resemblance. You two are practically twins. He remembers your baby photos and always thought that his daughter was a carbon copy of little you. Except, of course, she has some of his genes, having his eyes, his personality, and charm. She is his most prideful work. Both of yours.
Your husband brings you both in a hug, peppering kisses on your foreheads. Please, please, my heart cant take this, is what he thinks as he’s bringing his girls close in his arms.
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