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hi 🥺🥺 i just discovered your page and i luv all ur works sm!! do you mind me requesting smtg w iwaizumi, akaashi, kuroo and/or ushijima as single dads and them meeting y/n and calling her mommy? you can add or remove any charas you want! luv u again ❣

their kids calling you mom

featuring : iwaizumi, akaashi, kuroo

genre : fluff

warnings : fem!reader, singledad!hq, use of word "mom" and it's equivalents for the reader

a/n : hey luv, thanks for requesting! this was fun to write <3 also i'm sorry i didn't write for ushi bcz idea issues <//3 i'm really sorry, will make sure to include him if i plan on doing pt 2. hope you enjoy these!! and i hope this is what you meant by the request bye 🤡

— iwaizumi

It's been a while since she saw Iwaizumi. Standing in the corner of the extraordinarily crowded bakery, Iwaizumi's daughter looked for her dad with eyes brimming with tears. And then your gaze fell upon her little figure as you packed a box of pastries. Excusing yourself from the counter, you walked to the girl, not noticing the fear in her eyes until you got closer.

"Hey bubs, do you need anything?" With a slight concern in your voice, you crouched in front of her and held her hands, hoping that it would provide some comfort.

"Daddy..." She whispered. 'So, she got lost.' Getting lost in a bakery sounded almost impossible unless her dad thought she was with him when she wasn't. At least, that's what you thought.

"Alright, love, come here," Hesitantly, she followed you to the counter with a slight blush on her cheeks. You made her sit on a nearby chair before asking her some questions. "Can you tell me about your dad? Do you know his name?"

She squinted her eyes as she tried to think, a pout forming on her lips. "Daddy loves to play games with me!"

'Ah yes, very informative.'

You didn't miss the sudden glow on her face as she talked about her dad with a soft smile on her face. "That's great, sweetie, but tell me his na—"

"Excuse me, have you seen a little girl— ah, so you're here." A deep masculine voice beat you to it before you could complete your sentence. She was quick to get down from the chair and running to her dad, hugging him as he crouched in front of her. Iwaizumi was a regular at your shop but you didn't expect him to have a daughter. Either way, you couldn't smile but smile at the little reunion.

"Thanks for looking after her. Hope she didn't cause you any trouble, did she?" Iwaizumi offered a soft apology while his daughter looked at you with a priceless smile on her face.

"Anytime! And no, she didn't cause any trouble. She's a very sweet child." You bent down to boop on her nose as a short giggle escaped her lips.

"Don't you think you're forgetting something, princess?" Your gaze shifted between the two, finally settling on the girl's face as she offered you a bright smile. You knew what was coming.

"Thank you for looking after me!" She chimed in with a giggle as she turned to look back at Iwaizumi. "Can we come to see mommy again?"

No, you didn't see that coming.

A faint blush crept up his face as he let out an awkward chuckle before proceeding to speak but, you beat it to him.

"Yes, sweetie, you can!" You smile, giving her hands a light squeeze. "But, make sure to stick around with your dad, okay?" She nodded excitedly, raising her head to look at you, as you stand up. "I hope you won't lose her again."

He chuckled at your teasing remark. "Sure, I won't." He walked out of the bakery, laughing it off with a smirk but, you could've sworn you watched his ears turn red as he noticed you blush at her daughter's sweet little name for you.

— akaashi

As Akaashi's workmate and one of his closest friends, you always found your weekends occupied by his son Hiro since he loved spending time with you. Today was no different, other than the fact that it's been quite some time since he met you, and that's how the two ended up at your place at ten in the morning.

"I'm sorry for the trouble, y/n." Akaashi apologized as he took a seat with a smile plastered on his face.

"No, it's okay! I missed him too, so I guess it's a win for both of us!" You passed him a playful wink before offering a cake slice to Hiro as his giggles filled your living room. Your little play sessions were your favourite, and just like Hiro, you awaited the weekend eagerly, be it for the child or his dad.

Unlike other days, when it's usually you playing with him till the afternoon before you read him to sleep so that you and Akaashi could do some work, today you decided to have a cooking session. Well, a baking session would be a better term. Akaashi, as usual, was stressed, especially since it's about cooking and he knows how energetic his son can be when it's about cooking.

"Chocolate!"

"No! Strawberry it is!"

"I still vote for watching movies instead of baking." Akaashi sighed, a concerned look plastered on his face.

You rolled your eyes. "C'mon 'Kaashi, don't be such a vibe killer."

And to your surprise, Hiro repeated the same thing. "Yeah, daddy, don't be such a vibe killer." Both you and Akaashi looked at him with an astonished look as he giggled. You could feel Akaashi glaring at you from your peripheral vision.

"You know, you need to stop calling me things because it just gets registered in his mind." He sighed, a chuckle escaping your lips. "Yesterday, he was calling me 'Kash all thanks to you." You laughed, sticking out your tongue towards him as you turned to the cabinets to gather the ingredients.

"Are we making chocolate cakes?" You nodded as you sieved the flour into a blow, only for him to knock out the bowl as the flour fell over your dress.

"Hiro—"

"Daddy, look at mom's clothes; they're all white now!!" He giggled and, to your concern, it only fueled Akaashi's anger. But before he could say anything, you tucked on his sleeves, eyes looking at his son as he laughed at the mere accident.

Akaashi didn't notice what Hiro said. At least, that's what you thought.

"Ah, well, we're not baking cakes because that was the last packet, kid." You sighed as you dusted the flour off your clothes, a pout forming on Hiro's face. "But we can always buy them!" Hiro's eyes perked up at your words as he got down from the chair and ran towards the door, leaving you alone with Akaashi. You chuckled at the look of extreme concern over his face. "I'll go get changed."

He nodded. "I'm sorry for what he called you, you know," Your lips curled in a smile as you scanned his flustered face. "Hope you didn't mind."

"It's okay. Hiro's just a kid 'Kaashi." Even if you laughed it off, your cheeks didn't fail to heat up as you faced away, walking towards your room because you, in fact, did not mind it.

— kuroo

"And, we meet again." You turned around at a familiar voice, eyes landing on even a more familiar face as your lips curled into a grin. "Been a while since we last talked, y/n. How have you been?"

"Turns out you didn't forget me, huh? And, it looks like you brought a little guest this time." You tilt your head, waving at the little girl who was hiding behind Kuroo's legs. "Hey, there, sweet thing."

A chuckle escaped his lips as he picked up her daughter, only for her to hide her face in the crook of his neck. "Say hello, princess. Didn't you want to meet her?"

You raised your eyebrows, walking behind Kuroo to get a better look at her face. "You wanted to meet me?" She lifted her head a bit before nodding and wrapping her hands around his neck as she hid deeper. "If you won't talk to me then, how can we become friends, love? Let's have a little macaroon party, shall we?"

To your surprise, she looked up again, this time with an intrigued face. "Macaroons?" She whispered, getting a nod from you as a response. She shuffled out of Kuroo's hold as he put her down carefully, standing by your side as she held on your index finger. "Can we get dino macaroons?" You nodded, a smile forming on her face as she ran away to the food display.

You knew Kuroo for over a year now, and the main reason you both became this close was your bakery. Having your shop five minutes from his workplace, Kuroo dropped by almost every other day. Sometimes alone, sometimes with friends, there was not a day when you didn't see him. It wasn't until a couple of months ago, he told you about his five-year-old daughter Hiroko and judging from how he described her, you couldn't wait to see her. So, the moment you spot her little head peeking from behind her dad's legs, you knew you were going to steal all the chances to pamper her, considering your love for kids.

After a nice fifteen minutes of getting distracted by every other thing in the bakery, Hiroko finally chose the macaroons she wanted to eat and they weren't the dino ones. "Cat ones, please!" She chirped in, eyes perking up at the little decorations in your shop. You nodded, putting them in a box, making sure to add a couple of dino ones secretly as a surprise for her.

"Here you go, miss." Kuroo picked up the box and handed it to her as she mumbled a soft thank you. She looked a bit more comfortable than she was earlier.

"Daddy always talks about how tasty your macaroons are." A sudden revelation from her grabs both yours and Kuroo's attention. "So, I wanted to meet you."

You smirked, looking at him. "Didn't know your daddy was such a big fan of my cooking."

"He is!" She chirped in with a sudden excitement in her voice. "He always says, 'There's this pretty lady who makes delicious macaroons.' And he always gets some for me!" You laugh at her failed attempt to copy her dad as Kuroo tried to hide the blush on his face.

"That's enough for today, princess. Let's go home." Before she could expose him even more, Kuroo took the opportunity and changed the topic.

She pouted before looking back at you, eyes beckoning as if she wanted to tell you something. You crouched in front of her, not expecting the gentle kiss that she planted on your cheeks. "Thank you for the macaroons, mommy." And off she went towards the door, not looking back to see if her dad was following.

You stood up; cheeks flushed with tints of red as you looked at Kuroo. "You might want to clear it up to her."

"Don't act like you don't like it, y/n." He passed you a smirk before walking towards the door, taking the box away from her hands, leaving you struck as you watched them leave.

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