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"Shhh.... shhh...."
The baby in your arms doesn't calm, even as you gently bounce him in time with your soft shushing. He's fussing, letting out shrill little cries of complaint and the occasional sob, his chubby cheeks flushed a harsh red and his round blue eyes welling with the glimmer of tears.
"Oh, poor baby," you whisper, running your fingertips through the dark, downy hair at your son's temple. He sniffles weakly, grabbing a fistful of your shirt and clutching it with all his might in his teeny tiny hand, another pained little whimper slipping out of his pursed lips.
You glance over to the other side of the nursery where Tobio stands, watching you with a concerned pinch to his expression, his hands unconsciously gripping the material of his sweatshirt over his diaphragm. His eyes—swimming with a palpable, but unspoken worry—are on the baby in your arms, and they don't waver.
Tobio hasn't calmed since he woke you frantically an hour prior.
"Hey..." his voice had called for you, crackling unmistakably with panic. You could feel the mattress dipping as he kneeled at the edge of your bed, an urging hand on your back to rouse you. "Please wake up."
Your son's cry was the next thing you registered—the piercing sound of your baby shrieking from a few rooms away. Tobio's frightened face met you when your eyes finally snapped open
"What is it?" you asked, sitting up suddenly in bed. Your voice was still thick with sleep, but you felt terribly, horribly awake in that moment—your husband's expression enough to startle you into the firm grip of consciousness, the prick of panic's gnarled claws spearing through you.
"There's something wrong with the baby," he had rasped next, and if you'd not immediately stumbled out of bed towards the nursery you might have caught the sight of tears beading on his lash line.
There isn't anything wrong with the baby, at least not anything serious, in spite of Tobio's initial panic. He is teething, though—rather intensely if the fierce red flush to his cheeks and his his tears are anything to go by—and nothing seems to be working to calm him down.
"It's okay, Tobio," you say softly to your husband, assuring him at the same time as you soothe your wailing 7-month-old with those continued gentle bouncing motions.
"He's so upset," Tobio replies quietly, swallowing hard. "I tried to calm him down but I didn't know what was wrong, and he—nothing I—he just—"
"Hey," you cross the nursery towards him, keeping baby tucked up against your shoulder and rocking him gently. "You didn't know. It's okay."
Regardless of your assurances, Tobio looks defeated.
"Tobi, why don't you go get one of his teething toys?" you suggest, shifting your son so you can get a better look at his distraught little face—rubbing your thumb against his chubby cheek to clear away some of his tears. He squirms in your arms in protest.
"Okay," the man beside you replies immediately, his head bobbing in a nod. He heads hastily towards the door.
"Maybe grab a cool compress for his cheeks too."
He nods again, dashing away.
"Poor little one," you sigh, cradling your baby to your chest as you tote him over to the chair in the far corner of his bedroom. "It must be so hard to be this small, huh?"
Tobio comes racing back into the room a few moments later, a variety of different teething toys and a baby-sized washcloth dampened with cool water in his hand.
"What's all this?" you ask him, watching as he drops his hoard of items on top of the dresser next to you.
"I wasn't sure which one he'd want," he says, looking down at the wide assortment of teething toys. He glances over at you sheepishly from the corner of his eye.
"Why don't you pick one out and see if he likes it," you say with a soft smile. Tobio nods resolutely, a determination in the set of his jaw. He looks down at the multitude of options he'd grabbed and considers them for a moment.
You watch as he reaches for one—a firm rubber toy shaped like a giraffe, designed for babies to chew on to soothe the ache of cutting teeth. You remember the day Tobio had picked it out, a look on his face not dissimilar to this one—intensely focused on the task—when your son still just a little bump, a fervent hope, hidden away under a Schweiden Adlers sweatshirt. You remember thinking the giraffe reminds you of the character on the milk he used to drink at lunch in high school, all those years ago.
He holds the toy up for you to see.
"I think that's a great one," you agree.
Hesitantly, Tobio approaches you and your baby in the chair, kneeling on the ground beside it. He slowly offers the little giraffe up to your son, whose eyes are heavy with the sleep that can't come to him through the pain of teething. The infant in your arms stops fussing momentarily, contemplating the toy held before his face with round, curious eyes.
He looks so much like Tobio.
You've thought it since the day he was born, but the fact becomes more true with every passing day. Sometimes you see a bit of yourself in his little face, an expression, or maybe something in the shape of his nose, but for the most part he's a carbon copy of his father.
But you don't really mind that.
Tobio watches with identically round blue eyes as your son pulls the slobbery little hand he'd been gnawing on from his mouth and uses it to reach for the toy. Both of you hold your breath.
He pops the giraffe immediately into his gummy mouth, head first.
It's too soon to breathe any real sigh of relief. You're both all too familiar with how quickly the tides of a baby's temperament can change—discontent flooding back violently just when you least expect it. But there's a palpable ease in both of you. A bit of the stress of the situation receding from the shore.
Tobio's eyes are still on your son, resting on your chest as he gums the toy his papa picked out for him. He's fussing less now, and when Tobio reaches up and gently pats the cool compress against his chubby, ruddy cheeks, the baby's eyes begin to slowly but surely flutter closed.
It's quiet in the nursery. Just the occasional gurgle, or slobbery little noise from the teething toy to be heard.
"He's so little," Tobio breathes, lifting the compress off baby's cheek now that it's mostly warmed through. He says it like he almost can't wrap his head around it, or that it's news to him, even though it's a remark he makes to you at least once a day—and has since the day your son was born.
"He is," you agree.
"I can't believe he won't always be this small," your husband goes on to add, and part of you wonders if this is the exhaustion talking. You stifle a laugh, letting your head loll against the back of the nursing chair to peer over at him.
"We'll miss this someday, y'know," you remark quietly, your tone a bit wry. And you mean it. All of it. Even the late nights and the loud crying and the panic.
The corner of Tobio's lips turn down ever so slightly, and you watch as he rubs at his chest, like it pains him.
"I feel like I already do sometimes," Tobio admits. "Like I miss him even though he's right there."
Your son's breathing has begun to slow to a normal, even pace, and his eyes have properly shut. You rub a little circle into his back with your thumb, your hand wide enough to span its width if you splay your fingers out.
Tobio looks at you with beseeching eyes. "Is that normal?"
You laugh lightly, reaching out to cup his cheek with the hand not holding your baby to your chest. He leans into your touch instinctively, his nose brushing against the heel of your palm as his eyes seek yours.
"I don't know," you admit to him quietly. After all, you're still new to this too. "Maybe."
Tobio nods a little with his face still cradled in your hand, his eyes fluttering down to your son once more.
And as you watch your husband carefully pry your sleeping son up from your chest and into his own arms; watch how he holds him in his big, big hands like there's nothing more precious in the world; watch how tenderly he sets him back into his crib, making sure the little giraffe is still safe in his little grip, a flash of pride behind his eyes at how attached the little boy is to the toy he chose for him; there's a warm, achy feeling that blooms underneath your ribs.
And you can't help but think that even if it isn't normal, you understand exactly what he means all the same.
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DAY 5: Kageyama x reader “UH HUH THATS MY BABY!”
warning: cursing, male oc x character (we will have no homophobia here boys)
Fluff December masterlist
Authors note: ok so this is kind of a jjk and hail crossover but not at the same time? Idk Toji your dad, Megumi’s your bro, And I’m your other dad. Essentially what this is about is kageyama meeting your family at a game, completely unprepared.
Kageyama was starting to get worried. What was taking you so long? You told him you would be here like five minutes ago.
Apparently his worry was visible on his face as Nishinoya waltzed up and said, “you good bitchy- Yama? You look like your trying to shit your pants.”
“WHAT THE HELL!” He screamed.
“no cursing,” kiyoko said from a few feet away. They both immediately stopped, not wanting to disrespect the superior being.
Despite being clearly out of it they started the game on time. With every minute that passed he got more and more worried before the team was at 3 to 11, and it was his time up to serve. He finally had enough and thought ,’ need to focus! They’re probably is just late!’ He finally got his brain in check, took a deep breath. And did his serve.
Somehow he managed to successfully do it perfectly, however that was not the thing that surprised him most.
What Surprised him most was hearing somebody scream, “HELL YEAH THATS MY BABY!” From across the room.
He turned his head so fast to the direction of the sound only to see his partner cheering him on from the stands, wearing his old Kitagawa first jersey. ‘Must have stolen that from my room along with my hoodie,’ he thought smiling to himself. And not the creepy smile, a sweet genuine one.
“woah… bakayama’s smiling!?” Hinata whispered to Tanaka.
“bro I don’t know whether to get pumped up or start running.” Said Tanaka in a chilled tone.
Tsukishima snicked before saying,” forget how creepy it is, I didn’t know his highness could smile.”
“SHUT UP YOU BEANPOLE!” The black haired setter yelled, before turning his head back to his partner.
He gave them a quick heart (to which they excitedly returned) Before repeating his last serve. He had a good feeling about the rest of the game.
Timeskip to after the game.
It was a long game but after he got his head in it, they where able to win. Although they where all exhausted, the boys all limped towards the buss. Kageyama was about to get on when he heard his name being yelled so he turned around to see his s/o running towards him with 3 guys behind them.
Immediately thinking the worst he ran towards them and got infront of them.
“What do you want with my partner” he glared misunderstanding the situation.”trying to kidnap ‘em?”
They all just kinda stared at each other for a second before they all burst out laughing except for kageyama and some other kid.
“W-WHATS SO FUNNY!?” Tobio said slightly offended that was laughing at him.
“we’re not trying to kidnap them,” the tall, ginger guy infront of him explained. “We’re just Y/N’s parents and we wanted to meet you. They talk on and on about you so much it’s crazy-“
“DAD!” Mentioned teen yelled burying their face in their boyfriends back.
“what, you do!” He giggled.
“Anyway,” The other guy, who he assumed was the other father, spoke up. “Y/n wanted us to meet you before you left. Nothing more. Now we met, let’s go home”
“oh come on, as if you were not just the tiniest bit curios~“ the slightly smaller guy teased. “Anyway sorry for all of this, Y/n can be a real handful at times. I’m Y/n’s dad Joden, That’s y/n’s other dad toji,” he said referring to the other tall, black haired guy, who could probably snap his back in half like a tooth pick if he wanted, “ and the guy next to you is megumi.”
“nice to meet you”, megumi muttered, clearly not the social type.
“It’s nice to meet you too,” he said bowing respectfully. “I’m sorry for assuming you where trying to hurt them.”
“It’s fine.” Toji grumbled, “it’s good you where trying to protect them instead of whining like a little bitch boy.”
“*Cough* Gojo *Caugh*”, the family said in unity. This left kageyama very confused, he was about to ask before megumi said,”don’t ask. You do not want to know.” He nodded his head, in understanding.
“Anyway,” Y/n said interrupting the silence. “I just wanted to say goodbye before you left.You did incredible and I love you!” They said while wrapping their arms around his body.
“I love you too-“
“KAGEYAMA IF YOU DONT GET YOUR ASS ON THIS BUS IM LEAVING YOU HEAR!” He heard the coach yell.
“Sorry I gotta go.” He said pulling away and planting a small kiss on their forehead. He ran off yelling a quick “it’s nice to meet you all” before running to the bus and yelling at hinata.
“so what did you think?” Y/n enthusiastically asked their parents.
“he’s a good kid.” Toji grumbled under his breath.
“So……. Do you approve?”
“fine… I approve.”
#haikyuu x reader#kageyama tobio#kageyama#Papa toji#Toji x reader#kageyama x reader#tobio x reader#Haikyuu#kageyama fluff#tobio fluff#platonic toji
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ᡣ𐭩 HQ DAD MOMENTS !
✎ feat. k. kozume, k. tobio, o. tooru
ᡣ𐭩 KENMA KOZUME
it’s about three a.m and kenma really needs to pee but he’s scared that you’ll creep up on him and scold him, like his parents used to (he swears he’s an adult). he sighs, family never changes.
the door creaks open.
kenma spins in his chair slowly, “now listen, i can explain—”
his baby sits on the ground, big curious eyes wandering from him to the monitor.
kenma lets out a sigh, pulling his headphones down to his neck, “shouldn’t you be asleep?”
miyu tilts her head as if to ask him the same question.
“fine, fine.” kenma mutters, picking her up and wrapping an arm around her to keep warm as he spins back around, “i’ll let you play with me as long as you keep quiet.”
he narrows his eyes at her, “and no throwing up or pooping.”
miyu smooshes kenma’s cheeks together in acceptance and he nods, holding out a finger to which she wraps her hand around. “we have a deal then, partner in crime.”
the next twenty minutes pass in a blur, with his daughter criticising him with her babbles and pulling on the strings of his hoodie while kenma tries to shush her in the quietest way possible. the sound of keys being smashed fills the silence as kenma takes a break, rubbing his eyes.
he freezes immediately when he hears footsteps trudging to his room. oh shit.
kenma prays that it’s some ghost instead of his wife but he knows the pattern of those steps too well. kenma rushes to manoeuvre under the table and miyu lets out a traitorous giggle when he bangs his head.
the door opens and you yawn, rubbing your eyes.
“kenma?”
“what the—” your eyes squint in the bright glare of the monitor but even half asleep and caught between reality and dreams, you don’t think kenma can shrink so quickly, “where’s papa?”
your baby stares at you blankly, sitting in her dad’s gaming chair and wearing too large headphones that slip off her ears.
kenma doesn’t have to look to know she snitched so he sneaks out of his hiding place. not before banging his head once again though.
like the sadists his family is, miyu laughs again while you give him a look that says ‘you deserved it’.
he rubs his poor head to soothe it, “listen, i can explain—”
“you’re on diaper duty for the whole of next week.”
ᡣ𐭩 KAGEYAMA TOBIO
it breaks tobio’s heart when your daughter comes home from school with a tear stained face. her unicorn backpack is dropped on the floor with a thud as she rushes to burrow herself into her dad’s leg.
tobio picks her up and settles her onto his lap, frowning as he awkwardly pats her head. your daughter curls into him, fisting his shirt tightly.
“what happened?”
your daughter looks up at him, eyes brimming with tears, “s-some boy said that my nails s-sucked.” she mumbles through a soft pout on her lips.
tobio’s frown deepens as he looks down at her chubby fingers fiddling with his shirt. sure, one hand with pink glitter and the other with various shades of rainbow wouldn’t be his first choice but anything looks cute on his girl (his words, not mine.)
“they’re idiots. your nails are fine.”
he thinks that isn’t the right thing to say when her bottom lip starts wobbling. panic twists into his chest and he blurts out the first thing that comes to his mind, “you can paint mine.”
her sniffles pause, “really?”
no. he doesn’t want to go out with gem nails from a five year old’s nail kit. “really.”
her eyes brighten up and tobio thinks the impending doom of embarrassment is worth bearing when she bounces and skips to get her nail kit.
hours of frozen playing in the background pass and that’s how you find your husband finishing up the last of his clumsily painted nails at ten in the night, your daughter tucked into a burrito of blankets and drooling on his chest.
your gaze snags on the heart drawn on his hand and a soft smile spreads on your lips when you recognise the initials.
yeah. when the prize is his favourite girls’ smiles, tobio can definitely deal with his deformed hello kitty nails being captured on camera in his next match.
ᡣ𐭩 OIKAWA TORU
you’ve made many mistakes in your life but you’re starting to think that your biggest one yet is bringing oikawa to the mall with you.
he was already unbearable when you were dating, buying you anything and everything that you glanced at for more than ten seconds. but now, it’s reached a point where you debate between pretending not to know him (which is hard when you both have the same last name) or straight up abandoning him and going home.
“babe! check this out!”
you sigh at his excited yell and your baby mirrors your annoyance from her stroller, “what is it this time?”
“isn’t this just adora—hey, careful! that’s my foot!” you stop just short of running over oikawa with the stroller. he sighs and holds up a pastel dress only slightly bigger than his hand, “isn’t it adorable? the bow is cute too.”
he leans down to the stroller, eyes sparkling, “you like it, don’t you, yuko-chan?”
your baby spits out her pacifier in response, crossing her chubby arms. you barely stifle a laugh at oikawa’s shoulders drooping.
“you’ve been spending way too much time with that thug, uncle iwa.” toru pouts.
at the mention of her favourite person in the world, yuko brightens up, clapping her hands. this time, you do laugh when oikawa’s jaw drops open.
“you wound my heart, yuko-chan.” he places a hand over his heart, letting out a sigh like a damsel in distress, “give papa a kiss and fix him up again.”
he looks down at her and finds her chewing on her thumb, attention diverted to a panda plushie. oikawa sighs and takes matters into his own hands, lifting up the baby to his eye level. the two have an intense staring contest before yuko pulls down her lower eyelid, blowing a raspberry at her father.
“wonder who she learnt that from,” you say drily.
your daughter is the only one who, aside from you, can humble her father and she does a good job at it, humiliating him everyday. oikawa doesn’t mind though, offensiveness gone in an instant as he peppers kisses all over yuko’s face. he coos at her little grunts before carrying his victim over to another trial of clothes.
you smile at your little family and follow them, dropping the panda plushie into the cart. you know toru will come back looking for it again anyway if you don’t.
anything to make his little girl happy.
#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu#oikawa x reader#kenma x reader#kageyama x reader#oikawa toru#kenma kozume#kageyama tobio#vera’s.hq.library.✎
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Lavender and sky for u sweet sweet Yuna 💕
dearest liv! thank you <333
mentally we are here and i m tucking a daisy in your hair:
i’m giving u grape, daisy, and peach! (❁´◡`❁)
little ask game!
#i wish there was a colour on the chart that goes like: ur papa tobio drabbles r literally my everything#brb omw to reread a piece of you with me 🏃♂️🏃♂️🏃♂️#the twist at the end with the baby socks... so so lovely <3#ask yuna#beloved liv
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— DUMMY DADDY + tobio kageyama.
↳ warnings: fluff, parent!au, reader is a mother, i just wanted to write tobi as a daddy !!! pls he’s so cute i love him so so much. your baby boy says his first word and it’s not what either of you expect.
“it’s going to be mama,” you tell kageyama matter of factly. “his first word is going to be mama.”
you don’t need to look at the setter to know that he’s glaring daggers into your back while you prepare a fruitsnack for your baby boy. “how do you know that?” the glares only continue when you turn, holding out a bowl of mushed apples and peach to your son as he gargles happy sounds towards his parents.
“mother’s intuition, tobio.”
your husband scoffs, snatching the bowl from you so you have both your hands to take a seat at the table— sitting on the other side of your baby’s high chair. “well,” he starts. “you’re wrong, s’gonna be papa. ain’t that right lil’ man.” the man coos, hand becoming an aeroplane and garnering the interest of his carbon copy as he spoons the crude baby food mix past tiny lips and into a slobbering mouth. he claps chubby hands down on his high chair, kicking socked feet out when tobio spoon feeds him again. “see? daddy’s his favourite.”
“whatever,” you huff, but you don’t fight the smile that tugs on your lips watching the two of them interact. if tobio is your sun; then your little thirteen month old is your husband’s stars moon and night sky. he’s been kageyama’s favourite person since he was just a twinkle in either of your eyes— since you held up three pregnancy tests over a shitty facetime call when your husband was abroad, playing for his Italian team.
they’ve been inseparable since his birth, as soon as your boy was able to leave the house tobio had his baby carrier court side during practices for the Olympic team. your baby would laugh loud and proud whenever his daddy made super high jumps and sets for uncle hinata, whenever he and uncle tsumu got into little squabbles on the court. your baby smiles just like tobio does when you take him to italy for his first birthday— they’re the spitting image of each other, you’d find that with a quick swipe through your camera roll.
two sets of sapphire blue eyes and mops of black fluffy hair— it’s almost unfair how identical they are, he’s just barely got the slope of your nose and your lopsided smile and somehow the beauty mark you have dotting your left cheek, but still. he’s yours, and tobio’s a product of your love that your husband had cried over when he came into the world silent and not screaming like you’d hoped. only for a minute though, you’d later discover through sleepless nights that your son had a set of pipes on him.
oh how little kageyama had grown, how he’d changed your life as well as his daddy’s… so to you, it didn’t matter what his first word was— not really. it was just another moment for you to treasure and admire your boys.
“tell mama that i’m your favourite,” tobio grins, tickling your chubby little baby till you’re sure his cheeks are sore and you hum in content, resting your own cheek on the seat of your palm.
“not gonna happen, tobi, he’s a mama’s boy,” you interject and reach up, twirling a black strand of baby hair between your fingers. “say mama f’me honey,” it’s your turn to coo, lifting yourself from your seat to press kisses all over the right side of your son’s face.
kageyama mimics you, taking over the left side so that no area of your son’s face goes untouched. “nuh uh, we’ll see about that—!” neither of you expect the baby hand to slap down into his bowl of mush causing it to fly up and everywhere— smacking the father of your child in the face and ruining your counter tops. your baby squeals in amusement, slapping his dirty hands everywhere at the sight of his messy parents.
“no baby, don’t do that,” you whine, already reaching for the paper towels to clean both of your boys up. “so silly, huh baby?”
big blue eyes look up at you with unadulterated innocence— as if he hasn’t just destroyed your kitchen and ruined kageyama’s favourite shirt but you can’t stay mad at him, letting your pro volleyball player husband wipe the mush from his hands and face.
“you’re lucky your mum loves you bud, not even i could get away with this.”
“d-du!” your baby squeals back, making both you and kageyama freeze in your place— slowly looking back to him as he sweetly stumbles over his first word. “du-! duuu!”
you whip out your phone faster than you can say your son’s name— smiling at him encouragingly while he looks between his unsuspecting parents. “go on baby!! say mama, ma-ma!”
“nuh uh, daddy…da-da!”
your son blinks slow and then says. “dum’ass!”
tobio kageyana has never been more in fear of his life than he had right now— your gaze burning a hole in his shoulder while your baby gets his hands dirty in the moosh on his baby chair. “it was nice knowing you, baby.” the setter says solemnly, pinching his son’s cheeks.
“dududu—dum’ass!!”
“tobio—“
“dum’ass!”
kageyama squishes your baby’s face together in desperation, as you put away your phone to finish cleaning up. “c’mon sweetheart, you wanna grow up with your dad in your life don’cha?” he pulls your baby into his lap, making him wave to you on behalf your husband who’s matching blue gem eyes are begging for your forgiveness. “‘m sorry mama!” tobio coos in a baby voice.
“du’mmy!”
“you’re really hitting the nail on daddy’s coffin baby,” you can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the pair, ruffling two sets of beautiful black locks and pressing kisses to their faces— an extra long, sloppy lingering one under tobio’s ears. “but i’ll deal with that later, sweetheart. you really need to stop calling uncle hinata names when you take our baby to practice.” you scold him.
but you’re hardly serious, not when your boys look at you with mischievous and loving blue eyes.
#tteokdoroki#kageyama x reader#kageyama x you#kageyama fluff#kageyama drabble#hq x reader#haikyuu x reader#kageyama imagines#haikyuu x you#haikyuu fluff#hq fluff#hq drabbles#haikyuu drabbles#tobio kageyama x reader#hq writing#hq imagines#kageyama fics#🗑. aali’s chatroom
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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ haikyuu!!
*+:｡.｡ karasuno
hinata shouyo
time after time (a.)
tooth & nail (f + a.)
after the break-up (a.)
kageyama tobio
times they cried because of you (a.)
tsukishima kei
all the lonely nights in your life (a.)
yamaguchi tadashi
big weenie (s.)
tanaka ryunosuke
tooth & nail (f + a.)
sugawara koushi
EVERYTHING (f + s.)
daichi sawamura
after the break up (a.)
*+:｡.｡ nekoma
kuroo tetsuro
after the break up (a.)
him as a father (f.)
kenma kozume
fatherly headcannons (f.)
*+:｡.｡ fukurōdani
bokuto koutaro
running (f + a + suggestive)
tooth & nail (f + a.)
times they cried because of you (a.)
tell me (s.)
after the break up (a.)
it's oh so quiet (f.)
akaashi keiji
after the break up (a.)
*+:｡.｡ aobajohsai
oikawa torū
touch tank (f + a + suggestive)
after the break up (a.)
iwaizumi hajime
tooth & nail (f + a.)
times they cried because of you (a.)
*+:｡.｡ shiratorizawa
ushijima wakatoshi
oops!...i did it again (s.)
honeymoon (s.)
papa ushijima (f.)
it's my life (dark content.)
million dollar man (s.)
times they cried because of you (a.)
dreams come true (f.)
semi eita
captain save a hoe (s.)
*+:｡.｡ date tech
｡･ﾟﾟ･
*+:｡.｡ inarizaki
miya atsumu
BEcause (dark content.)
papa atsumu (f.)
times they cried because of you (a.)
suna rintarou
drugs 'n hella melodies (ft sakusa + s.)
*+:｡.｡ itachiyama
sakusa kiyoomi
her (s.)
stop breathing (s.)
close to me (s.)
i can't stop me (dark content.)
sorry, sorry (extreme dark content.)
what is love? (f + a.)
venus as a boy (s.)
doughnut (f.)
sfw and nsfw headcannons
bully!saku reaction to you trying to commit (drabble/thought)
drugs 'n hella melodies (ft suna + s.)
bittersweet symphony (a.)
after the break up (a.)
i just threw out the love of my dreams (a.)
pros & cons of having sex with him (s.)
caraphernelia (dark content.)
*+:｡.｡ kamomedai
｡･ﾟﾟ･
*+:｡.｡ all
how haikyuu boys would protect you (f.)
haikyuu as cat/dog breeds (f.)
haikyuu as cat/dog breeds (f.)
#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu#haikyū!!#haikyuu!! smut#haikyuu yandere#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu pregnant#haikyuu smut#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu angst#haikyu x reader#haikyuu breeding#haikyu smut#haikyuu x you#haikyuu dark content#haikyuu x self insert#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu x imagines#i think my sakusa obsession#is clear 😭
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"its so simple!" — kageyama tobio
fluff
fem!mom!reader
warnings ;: none (?)
tobio, your husband who just got a break from work, got home, and is currently teaching your son how to play volleyball.
"you do this, this and this, and there!" tobio insists, showing the actions hes pointing out. "what?!" ruko (your 5 yr old son) tilted his head and yelled slightly. "what do you mean by 'what?!' you just gotta do, this!" tobio once again teaches his son using actions. "i cant understand anything papa!" ruko said, and imitates his fathers action but miserably fails. tobio facepalmed, "cant you understand it?! its so simple!" tobio said as he scratched his nape. "tobio, your explanation is bad. no one could understand it." you complain, leaning at the frame door. tobio glares at you with a weird face. "mama!" ruko yells out. "can you teach me? papa is soooo bad at teaching." ruko said, slightly raising his voice at the end to be overheard by his father. tobio frowns, "what?! im better than explaining you dumbass! your mothet doesent even know how to play volleyball!" tobio growls as he grumpily stomp his way inside the house. while ruko just look at you and shrugged, following his father closely.
BONUS !! :>
"teaching that kid was trouble." tobio complains, burrying his nose deeper to your neck, you chuckled, brushing your fingers through his hair. as tobio was continuosly ranting about his son, you heard the bedroom door open. "mama- mama?!" ruko yells out in disbelief as he saw his father's arms around your waist, "papa what are you doing?! mama is supposed to hug me to sleep!" ruko says as he pushes his father away from you. tobio frowns and pushed back his son. "tobio!-" you scold but got cut off. "hmpph- mama is mine!" ruko yells. "noO- shes mine!" tobio yelled back. as you just watched them quarrel right infront of your face.
#kageyama tobio#tobio x reader#haikyuu tobio#haikyuu scenarios#haikyuu imagines#kageyama x reader#kageyama scenarios#kageyama imagines#leraooo
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蛍パパと蛍ちゃん
Papa Kei and little Hotaru, picking up Tobio
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thinking about dads kghn taking their daughter to preschool and it’s the first time they’ll be away from her the whole day!
shouyou takes tons of photos until his daughter whines “papa that’s enough”, then he crouches down to remind her to be good and call them immediately if anything happens. he might cry a little - okay fine a lot - in the process and his daughter has to wipe the tears for him.
tobio just stands on the side and watches them and nods at whatever shouyou says. he’s not good at showing emotions, but when he sees his princess off, he decides to call his coach for a day off at practice to wait outside the school gate the whole day in case anything happens so he can be with his daughter as soon as possible.
//. first post here!! i’m still trying to figure this site out so it might take me a while to get to everything 😭😭😭
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Ahhh! Welcome back! I’ve been looking through you page and your content is so wholesome! Also can you do Oikawa and Iwa taking care of Little Kindaichi, Little Kunimi and Little Kageyama? (No rush ofc!) this is only for if you are still doing these!💕
hi! i am definitely still doing these (when i can hehe) so thank you for your patience! and thank you so much for enjoying my writing 💕💕
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iwa (daddy/dada) and oikawa (papa) - caregivers
tobio (1-2), kunimi (5-6), and kindaichi (5-6) - littles
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It’s hot. Much too hot to be outside, not that the littles care.
Oikawa shudders as a droplet of sweat trickles down his back. His eyes drift enviously over to Iwaizumi, sitting over in the shade on their picnic basket and nursing an ice cold water. Tobio is sat on his lap, sipping on his own bottle of ice water.
“Papa, pay ‘tention!” Kindaichi shouts from across the net, stomping his feet in frustration.
“Yeah, ‘s your serve,” Kunimi chimes in from where he sits at the side of the court, keeping score in their makeshift volleyball game.
Oikawa wipes his hand across his forehead. “Kunimi, baby, are you absolutely positively sure you don’t want to play?” The boy was shaking his head before Oikawa even finished his question. “Maybe we should take a break. Aren’t you hungry? Tired? I am!”
“Don’t complain, Lazykawa,” Iwaizumi shouted over from the blanket, startling Tobio a bit from where he started to doze off on the man’s shoulder. “I bet you’re scared you’re gonna lose, huh?”
Kindaichi and Kunimi broke out into a fit of giggles as Oikawa gasped dramatically. “What? Oh my gods, boys, do you hear how your Daddy talks to me? He’s so rude sometimes. I’m absolutely going to win.”
“Nuh uh!” Kindaichi stuck out his tongue at his caregiver. “I gonna win!”
Oikawa huffed and picked up the ball from the sand. “We’ll see!”
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Oikawa collapsed in a sweaty, sandy heap next to Iwaizumi a half hour later.
“I won!” Kindaichi cheered as he ran up behind him, holding a bouquet of “flowers” (a bundle of sticks and dandelions that Kunimi had gathered) he had received for his victory. “Daddy, did you see me? I won! Tobi, did you see?”
Tobio grinned up at his brothers, clapping in excitement. He hadn’t been watching, not really, and probably wouldn’t have been able to follow along well, but his brothers were happy so he was happy.
“We both saw,” Iwaizumi beamed, reaching into the cooler and grabbing two sippy cups. “Here. Victory drinks for the winner and the scorekeeper. You both worked hard.”
“Did I work hard, Iwa-chan?” Oikawa asked, voice muffled by the picnic blanket.
“Mm,” Iwaizumi stifled a laugh and grabbed one last drink from the cooler. “A drink for Papa, even if he lost super, super badly.” Oikawa sat up with a pout, taking his drink dejectedly.
The five of them rested for a while on the blanket, letting the shade and drinks cool them down from the sweltering August heat.
Eventually, though, Kindaichi jumped up once again, grabbing Oikawa’s hand. “Come on! Round two!”
#haikyuu agere#agere#age regression#omg i forgot how to end drabbles lol#i hope this is okay 😭#im not super familiar with kunimi and kindaichi but this prompt was so cute!
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i’m not gonna stop thinking about dad!kageyama now 😣😔
jjsbshsjdh mom!reader brings kageyama jr to all his games in a jersey that’s an exact replica of tobio’s (just like ten times smaller obv) and he loses it every single time. there’s a clip that goes viral of one of tobio’s post game interviews and there’s a “papa!!!” in the background and baby who’s like two now is sprinting up to tobio’s feet and tobio picks him up and continues the interview while baby paws at his dad’s face and the entire nation already thinks kageyama is hot (pretty setter<3) but after that they just swoon over him. u bring baby to visit tobio at practise sometimes but it always just ends with his teammates getting too distracted bc they wanna teach him how to set and spike and block and u literally have to drag baby away bc their coach is like we have a tournament to win :(
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i am consumed with the thought of exhausted, kinda-scruffy new dad tobio. he needs a haircut desperately. he needs to put real clothes on for the first time in days. he needs a full night of sleep. but right now he's stretched out on the sofa in the afternoon sun and his round little baby is (finally) napping on him after hours of trying to get them to rest. their tiny little fist is wrapped around the pointer finger on his right hand where it rests on his bare chest, while his other hand is stretched across baby's back to keep them tucked all snug against his heart. and his eyes are closed but he's not really asleep, not fully anyway, still half-conscious so he can be sure his baby is safe while they're sleeping soundly against him. because he'll always be willing to give up his sleep—to give up anything—for them without a second thought.
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YESYES BOTH veryvery nervous papas, i like to imagine that kageyama has two sassy little girls <33 LIKELIKE they’re the exact copy of him! black hair and then eyes like their mother, one is exactly like you why the other is like him n they’re both vvv sassy BUT YOU BOTH LOVE THEM UNCONDITIONALLY ^-^
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THAT'S ADORABLE<3 he doesn't know how to deal with them when they sass him 😭 but he loves them dearly, dresses up in skirts and dances with them at their request, and sits and waits in a little pink chair for them to cook him a fake restaurant meal and serve it to him. they demand he pay them in real money, and he does, every single time.
you tell him he can just draw $$$ on little pieces of paper and give that to them instead, but he thinks that's not fair. they spent time and effort on cooking their fake meal for him, he might as well pay them real money! he's like “it's not a big deal. i have money.” and you're like no tobio... that's not what you mean... 😭
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Tobio is the grumpiest catboy Tooru has ever encountered, scowling (can cats scowl? apparently they can), balling his hands into fists, and lashing his tail threateningly for no discernible reason.
Until Tooru discovers his Achilles heel: having his ears scratched. The minute Tooru gets his hand behind those ears, Tobio literally crawls into his lap and melts.
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Tobio’s cat ears only pop fully up at night, right before he falls asleep. The soft little tips elongate enough for Tooru to give them a proper rub, Tobio emitting a bone-rattling, contented purr as he curls tightly around Tooru in their bed.
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They are at a boring business dinner and Tooru is slouching in his seat, his eyes glazed, when Tobio starts to wind his tail very slowly up between Tooru's thighs...
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When someone random guy at the party runs his hand from Tobio's ears all the way down to his tail, Tooru's eyes flash fire as he whisks Tobio up onto his perch on Tooru's shoulder.
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The second Tooru walks in the door, Tobio leaps into his arms, wrapping around Tooru as tightly as he can and letting out a yowl of annoyance that Tooru dared stay out for so long.
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When, at the party, Tooru lets himself be surrounded by adoring fans and given countless gifts and notecards, Tobio makes his displeasure known by sinking his claws just enough into Tooru's forearm that several small drops of blood well up.
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When someone actually lays a hand on Tooru's shoulder and asks him what he's doing later, Tobio arches his back, hisses, and leaps onto the offender, digging his claws in while the guy whirls around, frantically trying to get the crazed catboy off.
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Tobio's rough tongue is perfectly made for licking Tooru's face, and his neck, and his chest, and his belly and, yeah, just about everything...
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Tobio doesn't like other people touching his Tooru, not even Iwaizumi-san. His tail will lash angrily back and forth while the two friends embrace, until Tooru is back at his side, his fingers scratching lovingly behind Tobio's ears.
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When Tooru first sees their little cat babies all nestled, asleep, in Tobio’s lap, exhausted after their arrival, tiny bundles of fur with their miniscule, triangular ears, his jaw hardens with the effort of staunching the flow of tears.
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Tooru walks in to find the three children climbing all over Tobio, scaling his torso, leaping off of his shoulder onto the couch, tumbling over one another in the process, Tobio all the while vainly trying to get some paperwork done.
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When the smallest one starts clambering up Tooru's leg for the first time, her tiny claws pinpricking through his jeans, he has to stop himself from bursting into laughter and startling her.
Her two brothers quickly follow, and soon three little kittens are swarming up their papa's legs.
#oikage#catboy Tobio#oikawa#kageyama#jealous kageyama#possessive kageyama#possessive oikawa#babies#kittens#twitter dump
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@multianime said: — ☆ Coming home from school was definitely the best part of his day. Since he didn't care for school anyway, but of course Akira went anyway. The first thing he liked to do when he got home was find Tooru. When he sees him on the couch cuddled up next to Tobio he smiles. "Dad, Papa! I'm home!" Akira said. He puts his bag on the ground and instantly heads over to the both of them as he jumps into their arms and buries his head into Tooru's chest.
Just like his son, Tooru’s favourite time of day is whenever Akira comes home.
At the sound of the unlocking door, he immediately perks his head up from where it was resting on Tobio’s shoulder, brown eyes brightening with eagerness. It’s pure joy for him to see Akira walk into the living room.
“Okaeri, sweetheart !!” He kisses Tobio on the cheek before untangling his arms from his husband to open them up for Akira. It’s become something like a routine for them, a much needed cuddle after a long day of being away from each other.
Tooru sighs happily, feeling complete when he has their son in his arms again. He kisses the crown of Akira’s head, smiling against it as he runs his fingers through the silky strands. It’s the same texture and style as Tobio’s hair, and Tooru thinks it’s the cutest thing.
“How was your day, Akira-chan~?”
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pls talk abt papa kageyama and how understanding n patient he is with us 🫶🫶
FROWING up cause kageyama is the type of papa to do everything for you and his kids when he’s around or during off season. he takes over meal prep, packing your son’s lunch box with cute little cut up vegetables into cool shapes and drops him off at school— daring to show his face so his son can boast about him on the school yard.
kags takes your daughter shopping and coos to her while she throws stuff and her toys out of the cart, asking her if she liked the weather or if she was the prettiest girl today :( they drop your lunch while you’re at work and kags pouts while he waits for you to stop fawning over the little girl and kiss him.
he rubs you a bath once you’re home and the kids have had their own, tucked into bed after a cute little bed time story. tobio massages you up, kisses you up and down— makes sure you know how much he loves you and appreciates what you do for the kids when he’s abroad to play :(
#kageyama x reader#kageyama fluff#kageyama drabble#hq x you#hq fluff#tteokdoroki#nezuscribe#📩. user login#💌. you’ve got mail
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