#dad!Bokuto x reader

[honeystwiggypeach]

Could you please write about Bokuto falling in love with a pregnant reader (like really pregnant 6-8 months) love at first sight thing. Maybe he saw her struggling to get her groceries in her car and he offered to help. Maybe he slips in a little 'wheres your husband' and she replies with 'no husband, baby's dad is not in the picture'. They become friends and fall for eachother more. His family and friends think he's insane for wanting to take a baby that isn't his and so quickly into the relationship. But they love eachother. Please make it as long as you want and as fluffy as you want. Please please include a part where they are out at a festival and he stands behind her holding up her belly so she has some relief from the weight, it honestly feels the best ❤️

Bestie this is the best thing I’ve read, absolutely gorgeous love what you’ve done here with this thought?? Like I mean wow, simply melting my brain because this is so sweet???tysm for requesting this I love it!!!if anyone wants to see anything else pls let me know because I love requests so much!!

Tw- everything in the request, pregnant reader, birth, Bokuto’s family disapproves, cursing, absent father,description of the baby weighing on readers back and kinda causing readers back to compress

When you’d met Bokuto you hadn’t been to far along, of course with that being said you did have a noticeable bump.

You’d been trying to put your groceries in your car, and god for if you bring the cart outside of the store with you, needless to say Bokuto watched you drop at least half your groceries as you waddled out the store…

He was a gentleman however and helped you pick them all up, by that I mean he literally took the groceries from your hands and picked up all the other groceries…definitely to show off his strength but he won’t say that.

“Dad’s got you doin all the shopping?” He says in a joking manner and you mumble.

“Wish…bastards not in the picture.” Yoh continue to grumble a bit about your baby’s biological dad’s shitty behavior and he lets out a little chuckle.

Your brows furrow, “you think that’s funny” you ask hands placed on your hips as you stare up at him.

“Oh god no” he quickly corrects as he waved his hands around, “never, just think it’s funny he was willing to leave such a pretty lady.” He watches as you fluster pulling your sweater closer to yourself before moving to dig in your purse.

“Your reward” you tell him jokingly when you hand him your phone number scrawled down on your crumpled receipt.

Before you knew it Bokuto was asking you on a date, “it’d be fun!” You giggled a bit before agreeing.

Bokuto, obviously enamoured and happy that your date had gone well told his mother and sisters, “she’s so nice and I think she’s perfect. She just gets me” he rambles as he practically throws himself onto the couch.

“Your sitting on me” his sister squeals as she removes her foot from underneath her elder brother.

“Didn’t you say she was pregnant…” his mother calls from the kitchen.

“She is!” He says excitedly, “and she’s already got a name picked out for the baby and she showed me photos of her!! She’s so cute” he coos happily as he remembers how happy you looked when he asked about ultrasounds you’d quickly dug around in your purse pulling the photos out as you show him animatedly pointing out every detail of the tiny baby.

“And you think that’s the person you should be with” his mother is standing near the kitchen now, her brows are furrowed disappointment clear as she cries her hands with a small kitchen towel.

That was the first of many times his family had tried to dissuade him from committing to you, especially before the baby was born.

When you’re eight months pregnant Bokuto begs you to come along to a small festival in town with his family. Reluctantly you agree, after hearing how his family didn’t really approve of you, you couldn’t help but be nervous.

“You must be y/n” his mother greets as you stand beside him, the whole encounter is awkward and choppy and you don’t like it very much.

But before you know it you’ve ended up in line for a small little food booth Bokuto’s mother and sisters huddled in the front of you and Bo before they order their food.

You both volunteer to wait around for the food and meet them at the bench.

He watches the way your back seems compressed as you finally lean forward trying to take some of the weight of your belly away.

“It hurts” You mutter, “she’s getting heavy” you’ve tilted your head back.

“Wish I could hold her for you” he says with a sad smile, you grin widely.

“…you can” you take his hands in your own making him lift a lot of the weight from your belly effectively reliving a lot of the pressure she’d been placing on your back.

The second time that his family really all sees you is at the hospital, your close to sleep and Bokuto is sat in the corner, “hi baby” they watch him whisper to the tiny girl who gurgles softly wrapping her little hand around his finger.

“She has all her fingers and toes?” You slur, he nods, “she’s perfect”

He kisses your forehead softly before gently placing the baby into your arms, his family watches fondly from the door, maybe they had been wrong about everything…

Pls let me know if you guys want to see anything else because I love requests so much this was so good😭

Part two!!

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[sunaluv]

I need more “come get your man” posts👏 it doesn’t matter when but they give me life🗣️🗣️

ask and you shall receive

part 1 part 2

pairings: bokuto, baji, sakusa

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.

#sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #haikyuu x reader #bokuto x reader #sakusa drabble #bokuto fluff #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #bokuto koutarou x reader #tr x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #baji x reader #baji keisuke x reader #tr fluff #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo rev drabbles #tokyo revengers dads #tokyo revengers imagine #baji fluff #haikyuu scenarios #hq x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!! #hq drabbles #baji keisuke

[strawberrykake]

surprising him w ur son wearing the same outfit as him

father’s day special ❣️ insp by this

warnings: timeskip!haikyuu, kuroo is slightly suggestive (baby fever), daughter ver.

Ushijima, Bokuto, Daichi, Kuroo, Iwaizumi, Kita

Ushijima 👟

Your husband who’s already tying his shoelaces, getting prepped up for his early morning run doesn’t hear you enter the living room with your very hyper 3 year old son wearing a new outfit

Specifically, a matching pair of the black adidas tracksuit that your husband wore every morning

“Hon? Going for a run?” You ask in a sing-song voice.

“Yeah. I’ll be back in a jiffy.” He stands up straight and turns around to give you a peck when he feels a tug on his pants.

“Dada,” your child coos, eyes wide looking up at his father.

You smirk, waiting for his reaction

But it’s delayed bc he’s the most oblivious man you know

“Hey, sport.” He bends down and swoops up the kid effortlessly, tickling his neck with kisses. “Now, wait a minute.” Your husband pauses and lifts your kid higher, studying his look. “What in the world,” he chuckles. The small boy giggles, wiggling in his father’s hold.

Ushijima looks over at you, an eyebrow raised. “Darling?

“Hehe,” you cover your mouth to muffle your giggles. “You like?” He looks back at his son’s matching pants and jacket and shoes.

“I love.” He holds his giggling son close in his right arm, opening the door with his left. “We’ll be right back, mommy.”

“What?” You ask, a little caught off guard. Ushijma usually goes on runs by himself while you and your son wait at home.

“Im canceling runs today. We’re going on a walk.” The sudden decision makes you send him a questioning look.

“He didn’t eat breakfast yet,” you point out.

“Then let’s stop by Mcdonald’s.” Ushijima’s smile is stuck on his face as he’s adjusting the zipper of his son’s jacket. Ushijima isn’t a fan of fast food but his son loves it and he loves to spoil him very much. Although, McDonald’s for breakfast is a rare thing.

You hesitate before nodding in agreement. You tie up your hair and grab your purse before walking to the door where your husband and son stood.

“Yay! Meek Danno!” Your kid raises his fists. Where did he learn that? Ushijima reaches out to you, pulling you in for a kiss on your cheek.

“Thank you,” he says. “You know, you should get an outfit yourself,” he says smirking. Before you could comment, the boy starts to whine.

“I want kithhhh.” You and Ushijima look to each other, chuckling. Then each of you kiss the sides of his face simultaneously, making him giggle.

Bokuto 📸

Bokuto who’s going through a little emo phase bc of his work, lays down on his couch an arm over his head

You decide to cheer him up by surprising him with your son dressed in the same outfit as him: a grey hoodie, brown shorts and a brown beaded bracelet

“Go tell, daddy,” you whisper in your son’s ear, tickling him.

He giggles silently and tiptoes his way to his moping father on the furniture.

his little fingers tap on Bokuto’s sleeved arm covering his face.

“Rockstar, is that you?” He calls his son by the little nickname he created for him. His little rockstar. Which the child LOVES.

You laugh to yourself. Never gets old. Bokuto moves his arm away, his eyes peeking out playfully at his son. When it comes to his son, his emo phase is immediately turned off. He always makes sure his baby is happy.

Suddenly, it’s as if something struck him as sits up, noticing his son’s outfit. “Woah! Look at you!” And then Bokuto’s beaming as if all his troubles have gone away. Bokuto holds up his son and spins him around in the air. “Well, aren’t you the coolest looking dude?” You laugh, catching his attention. “Babe, do you see this? We’re twins!” His emo phase is practically long gone, hair no longer drooping and eyes wide with surprise.

“Haha, you are,” you say, laughing. “Here, honey, I’ll take a picture of you guys.” You lift a camera and your husband is quick on his feet, placing his son on the ground for one photo. Then, picking him up and making several poses..

“Peace-sign! Peace-sign!” And the little kid slowly tries to mimic his father’s gestures. “There we go, my boy!”

After their photo op, the two are playing in their cute matching outfits and you cant help but snap more photos for memory of this day. The next thing you know, they’re fast asleep on the couch with matching open mouths as they snore. Somehow, the strings of their hoodies ended up tied together, making you raise a brow and lips curve. Bokuto has his arm around the little one who is curled up, snuggling into his father’s shirt.

You snap another picture, laughing silently to yourself. That’s a new lockscreen for sure.

Daichi 🔨

Daichi was in the kitchen to fix the sink’s leaky faucet when his son comes barging in

You follow the kid behind him, hands behind your back

“Daddy, look!” The boy exclaims holding a toy hammer in his hand, handing it to his father.

Your son was supposed to show his outfit, not the hammer in his hand

he probably misunderstood when you told him to go “show daddy” as he held his toy in his hand.

“Whatcha got there, buddy?” Daichi chuckles, taking the rubber hammer. “S’it for me?”

He studies the object. Then his eyebrows furrow.

You cup a hand over your mouth to stifle a laugh. You knew that look.

He looks back up to his son, making a double take, and noticing the matching black polo shirt and khakis.

That’s when he drops the hammer “Oh my god,” he chuckles again, but this time in disbelief. He picks up the boy, walking over to you.

“Honey?” He motions to his son in his arms and to his outfit, posing. “How do we look?” Your husband smiles widely.

“You two look dashing,” you say.

“This is the best day ever.” He places a kiss on his son’s cheek before tickling him silly and swinging him. The kid starts giggling uncontrollably and you can’t help but chuckle from the contagious laughter. Daichi places the squirming child back on the ground, before walking over to you.

“Thank you,” he says with a soft gaze, cupping your cheeks with both of his hands and placing a huge kiss on your lips. “Mmmmwah.”

“Mmph!” the feeling of his strong palms squeezing your cheeks overwhelm you. But a soft giggle escapes you and Daichi knows that you love when he does this. Your son stands on the side, running his toy car across the furniture. His head spins to his parents hearing your giggle. And Daichi is giving all his attention back to the boy.

“Wow, neat car you got there!” He smiles, watching his kid with adoration.

Looks like the sink’s repair will have to wait.

Kuroo 👔

Kuroo had just gotten from work, his tie loosened and coat immediately thrown off

now left in his white collared long sleeve and dress pants.

“Hey, honey,” he greets you with a lingering kiss.

“Welcome back,” you say, pressing your lips against his.

He leans over you to deepen the kiss, his hands resting on your lower back

And you giggle pushing him back.

He chuckles. “Where’s the little one?”

“Close your eyes,” you say, smiling.

“Huh?” he asks, confused.

“Babe, close your eyes, trust me.”

And he closes them, a corner of his lips turning. “What is this, huh?”

“No peeking!” you warn. And right on time, your son rushes toward his father from behind you.

Kuroo feels something hugging his leg.

“S’that you, rascal?” The kid makes babbling noises as Kuroo ruffles his hair, eyes still closed.

You bend down and grab the child. “C’mere, baby.” You lift him into your arms. “Okay! Open, babe.”

Kuroo opens his eyes and gasps. “This isn’t real.” His open mouth turns into a smile and the kid mirrors his father’s expression. You had set up an outfit for your son similar to Kuroo’s work clothes, and even styling his hair to match the crow-like shape of his father’s.

Your son opens his arms as an invitation for Kuroo to take him from your hold, and Kuroo chuckles, grabbing the toddler.

“He looks so handsome! You look so handsome, bud!” Kuroo tickles the belly of the child, making him laugh.

“He looks like you,” you say staring at your child fondly. Their resemblance is uncanny. From the jet black hair, the eyes, and the same smug expression. Anybody could tell that Kuroo’s genes were strong on this one.

“Exactly,” Kuroo smirks. Of course his handsome little boy looks just like his handsome father. It only makes him think about sharing more kids with you. “I want more children. Let’s make more of these, yeah?” Kuroo says bluntly. And you had to whack him in the shoulder.

“Testurou!” You say flustered.

“What? I’m just sayin,” he defends, the child lightly bouncing on his hip and busy playing with his father’s messy hair.

“We can talk about this later,” you say, smiling at your cute son. Kuroo leans down to give you a peck on your cheek as a thank you for this little event you made for him.

Iwaizumi ☕️

Iwaizumi was sitting on the couch

his computer on his lap as he remains his focus on his work, typing at a fast pace

he had just got off a zoom call with his co-worker

lately, he’s been stressed and working hard the whole day, spending his time on the screen

while consuming an unhealthy amount of caffeine to keep himself awake (you had to take it away from him)

wanting to cheer him up, you and your dear son come up with a small surprise

you enter the room holding your neatly dressed son’s hand as you approach him

“Oh hey,” your husband looks up, rubbing his eyelids

Iwaizumi’s tired eyes squint, looking at his adorable son who is. . .dressed up as him?

His eyes widen when he realizes that what he’s seeing isn’t a hallucination. The boy had changed out of his previous clothes and is wearing the same exact clothes his father’s wearing: white tank and grey sweats.

“Did you get dressed up like me? Hmm?” Iwaizumi tosses his laptop aside, bringing his full attention to his son who cheerfully walks toward his dad. “Come here, you,” he says with a huff, picking up his son. A smile adorns the father’s face as he watches the energetic kid squeeze his father’s cheeks.

“This is crazy,” you say to yourself, shaking your head. Combined with their outfits, the two males are mirrors of each other. Your son got your husband’s spiky hair and eyes. However, you could see your smile in his. And that was Iwaizumi’s favorite part.

“Come here, momma,” your husband calls out to you and pats the space next to him. You perk up at his voice, following his words. As you sat down, you watched Iwaizumi continue to entertain his kid, giving him light tickles with his lips. “Oh, you little handsome thing.” Iwaizumi pauses when he notices you staring lovingly at them. And his smile brightens. “I love this. Our baby’s too cute.”

“I know right?” You say, grabbing your kid’s chubby cheek and giving it a light squeeze.

“Why don’t we do this often?” Iwaizumi asks and the kid moves out of his father’s lap, walking onto the cushion of the couch. It makes Iwaizumi tear his eyes away from you, to help balance his energetic child walk across the couch. “Careful, boy.”

“We should.” You stand up and quickly pick him up. “You both are so cute like this!” Looking between your husband and your child, you boop their noses. Iwaizumi is shocked by your action. Unable to help himself, plus, the image of you holding his child, he gives you a huge kiss then placing another on his child’s forehead.

“I love you two.” He sighs contently and realizes he could really use a break from work for a minute.



Kita 🍚

Coming back from delivering rice packs, Kita is exhausted

you greet him at the door as he enters with a comforting smile

“Shinsuke,” you say, hugging your husband.

“Hey, darlin’” he places a kiss on your lips and wraps his arms around your waist.

“Where’s our little ball of happiness?” he whispers in case the child he spoke of was asleep

“I’m glad you asked.” You smirk, before turning and calling your son. “C’mon baby, show papa what you got!”

And there goes your little ball of happiness skipping into the room with a replica of Kita’s clothes. The man lets you go and slowly approaches the child.

“Woah,” he breathes in amazement. It’s like looking at a reflection of his youth. “Where did you—How did you—?” Kita is astonished, his head turning to look between you and his son. He finally squats and lets the kid jump into his arms, squealing.

“Ordered the outfit online and it arrived today, so…here we are. Surprise, love,” you say, bringing your phone out for a photo as Kita tickles the boy’s neck with kisses.

“Oh my god…” Your husband stands with your son in his arms, walking over to you. He sighs. “I love you,” and gives you a kiss, before facing his child. “And I love you!” He lifts the kid into the air, spinning. The joy on their faces mirroring each other.

Before you know it, Kita is outside admiring the orangey sky with his son. The baby points at something in the sky, probably a bird or maybe a weirdly shaped cloud. Kita gazes along with him. It’s moments like these that make you forget all that is wrong with the world.

#SRRY I CAN SEE WAKATOSHI CALLING HIS SON SPORT #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu hcs #fathers day haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu dads #okay but ive been having this in my drafts but decided to wait for fathers day to post #ushijima x reader #daichi x reader #kita x reader #iwaizumi x reader #bokuto x reader #kuroo x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #daichi sawamura x reader #kita shinsuke x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #bokuto koutarou x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader

[rinniemybeloved]

Can you do Bokuto/Iwaizumi as a father like Kenma?

[✦] - 𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐃

notes : sorry for being inactive for almost like 2 months :)

warnings : pregnancy idk if that's a warning tho

pairings : dad!bokuto x mom!reader,

dude has baby fever all the time I swear

"y/n it would be so cute!!" "y/n it wouldn't be that hard!!"

he's nagging you 24/7

so you just had to give in 🤷‍♀️

during the pregnancy he would be so worried

you could literally like cough or something and he'd call a doctor to make sure everything's okay

VERY overprotective

once, a small child came up to you and asked you if there's a baby in your belly and he was glaring at the kid the whole time 😭

but he honestly really likes when little kids come up to you two, he just wants to make sure they don't hurt the baby or smth

he talks to your belly so much

he's so convinced that the baby is understanding and responding too

it's honestly adorable to see him calm for once in his life

bokuto's determined that it's a boy, like literally DETERMINED

I mean, having a girl wouldn't hurt, but like it's just like his sixth sense telling him he's gonna have a boy

he gets so impatient to find out the gender too!!

he's gonna pay any amount of money to find out as fast as possible

… and boom boom his assumption sadly turns out to be true

this is loosely related to this piece I wrote a few months ago, girls or boys?

when the baby's born, he almost drops his son, but thank God he's okay

he probably wanted to name him something like buster 💀

"this is our son, not a dog, kotaro!"

"but people love and play with dogs, and we'll love and play with him, so there isn't a difference!"

yes, that was indeed a real conversation between you two.

but you ended up naming him Ichiro, leaving kotaro whining about why he couldn't name him buster.

but the absolute first thing he's gonna do is take a countless amount of pictures and send them to the whole msby group chat as well as the Japan national team group chat

can't blame him, he's always given off Instagram dad vibes

and when I say Instagram dad, I mean, like, Instagram dad.

he will post the smallest things lil Ichiro does, and bokuto's a pro athlete, so it's gonna get some attention 🤷‍♀️

his son is gonna do something as simple as point at the tv and giggle when his favorite character comes on the screen, and he's gonna post that.

his friends are supportive of it too, especially my baby Shoyo <3 <3 (I'm trying so hard not to make this about him but my Shoyo phase is coming back rn)

shoyo_msby21 it's like I saw him as a baby just yesterday !!

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matching outfits.

kotaro has never been the best with fashion, but with the help of you and his teammates, he has gotten better at dressing his son up

like imagine there's just a whole section in the closet just for matching father-son outfits.

He's gonna spend thousands on clothes for the family. sometimes all of you go out wearing the same colour outfit or something

matching jerseys too, little Ichiro always goes to his father's games wearing an identical, but smaller jersey <3

his son is gonna be a total daredevil, sometimes even kotaro surprisingly gets worried.

the kid is gonna have little star printed bandaids all over his little hands and legs, but I guess people learn from their mistakes, don't they?

he's gonna love being the center of attention, clinging to his dad whenever he's getting interviewed. He just wants the world to know that a star player like his dad has a star son like him!

overall, Bokuto gets an A for being an adept father.

Requests are open!

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #dad!bokuto #bokuto x reader #bokuto fluff #bokuto koutarou #bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto koutaro fluff

[lowkeyremi]

Temper Tantrum

Soft whines left little Akemi’s lips as she was finishing up her tantrum somehow being three has been her biggest job yet and she wasn’t even close to being four. She kicked her father’s seat once more trying to get what she wants.

Bokuto has been on toddler duty all week because you’ve been out for a work trip. Bokuto sighed and readjusted his rear view mirror so he could see his daughter and look her in the eyes. “Akemi, princess we have to go to the doctors. Mama said we need to pick up your eczema cream.” She was not having any of it. She screamed, kicked the seat, and pulled her hair.

Your owl hair husband took his seatbelt off and hopped out the car. He opened Akemi’s door, his voice was soft when speaking to her — the last thing he wants to do is make a scene in a grocery store parking lot… “Akemi, papa needs you to be a good girl and stop kicking the seat, yeah?” She spits at him and folds her little chubby arms. He’s shocked to say the least, his daughter isn’t usually like this around him but to be honest he’s at work more than he’d like to admit so she’s probably like this with you at times.

“I no wanna go to doctor! I wanna go to park!” Just as she says that she starts to itch which is an obvious sign they need to go pick up her cream. “Papa won’t take Akemi to the park because she isn’t behaving.” Bokuto’s voice is much stricter now, he assumes he should buckle down because spitting on people is unacceptable. Her big doe eyes glass over and big fat tears stream down her face.

“I be good girl Papa! I will!” She’s rubbing snot and tears all over her face so she looks like a hot mess. Kotaro wants to cry too. He convinced you that he could watch her for the week and that no nanny was needed. As hard as it is to take care of a three year old he certainly does not regret it. He’s learning so much about his daughter, and if there’s one thing that’s become obvious to him it’s that his daughter has his occasional mood swings and your attitude. She’s the sweetest thing ever but when you mix those two together nothing good comes from it.

“Listen pretty girl, spitting on people is a big no no. Who even taught you that?” He awaits her answer and uses his hoodie sleeve to wipe off her face. “So- s-so I learn it from Kaido at.. at- at…” she forgot what daycare was called so your husband stroked her hair softly and finished her sentence for her. “Daycare?” She nodded her head and her tears stopped.

His golden eyes looked into big doe eyes and he sighed. “Don’t do bad things you see other kids at daycare do, okay? I don’t think your mama will be happy if she hears you’re spitting on people.” Your little girl frowned, she doesn’t want Mama to know. She can be bad but she’s on another level now that it’s just her and Papa.

“No tell Mama! Pwease I be good! I be good girl!” Her eyes were sore from crying and she was scratching her arms. Kotaro grabbed her bag and took out her mittens and placed them on her hands. Not without struggling though. “I won’t tell Mama, if you promise to be good while we are at the doctors.”

She tries to take her mittens off and your husband stops her. “Keep them on, we don’t want you to scratch.” She whines once again, “I’m itchy Papa!” He hums and closes her door. He returns to his seat and buckles himself up. “I know you are sweet girl, that’s why we are going to pick up your cream.”

As your little squirt promised she was good the rest of the day, so after they picked up her eczema cream he took her to the park and got her gelato. (This man spoils her rotten.. come on gelato?)

#I can’t get enough of the haikyuu dad stuff #Should I do a series of bokuto’s children? #Akemi Bokuto #bokuto x reader #bokuto kotaro #dad!haikyuu #haikyuu dads #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu

[beangfrisky]

singledad!bokuto cares about his kid and nothing else. until he meets his kid’s dance teacher for the first time. you immediately catch his eye with your cheery attitude and how great you are with the kids

singledad!bokuto does not have time to stay for every class but makes time anyway to wait in the studio for hours a day so he can watch you interact with his kiddo. his heart swells every time you two share a cute interaction. you feel his eyes on you and every time you look over he gives a cute little wave or a big smile.

singledad!bokuto starts inviting you to his games and makes sure to give you the best seats when you finally agree. you literally can’t say no he is so smooth with asking. he is hesitant to give you two tickets and is worried you will bring a date. but he breathes out a sigh of relief when he sees you sitting front row with your best friend and fellow dance teacher

singledad!bokuto invites you out to ice cream to celebrate after the game and the duo convince you to also come over to watch a movie. his kiddo falls asleep soon into the movie and he takes them upstairs so he can finally have some alone time with you

#single dads are back baby!!! bokuto would be the SWEETEST #like can you imagine him carrying a kid with those BICEPS?! #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu bokuto #bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto kōtarō #bokuto hcs

[moonswolfie]

BONUS: What happened to Bokuto

This fic won't really make sense unless you read the parent work

HERE

so go do that first before reading this

"I'm super sorry... Boss is saying I need to stay. Please take care of the kids for a little longer."

"It's okay... Really, it is!" Bokuto assured you, saying his goodbyes and hanging up the phone.

He turned back to his kids with a blank expression. "Guess what."

"What?" The kids asked in unison.

"We have two extra hours to play around!" his blank face quickly transformed into an excited smile.

Excited "yayyy"s were heard from all three as they ran back outside to play around.

Time passed quickly as they played various games, joyful laughter echoing throughout the backyard.

"Alright, try receiving this! Remember the pose I taught you." Bokuto served the ball gently.

Sumiko ended up receiving it but it flew off into a weird direction, landing high up in the tall tree in the backyard.

"Ah! I'll go-"

"No. I will go." Bokuto stopped her by pressing a hand to her chest and going to climb the tree himself.

It was time to prove himself as the cool and awesome capable dad.

He climbed with vigor, imagining his kids saying "You're so cool!" "You're the best, dad!"

He grinned happily at that thought, now being high up in the tree. He could almost reach the volleyball. Almost taste victory.

"Just... a little... more..." he stepped on a branch to get closer and his hand grazed the volleyball.

But he failed to realise the branch was too thin to support his weight and he tumbled to the ground with a surprised yelp, the volleyball bouncing to the ground next to him.

"Oh my god, dad, are you okay?!" Kaito ran over to his side.

"I'm.... okay...." he said so, but groaned in pain as he got up, mortified.

"Hahahaha!! Dad fell on his butt!!!" Sumiko laughed wildly, pointing a finger at him, making Bokuto blush even harder.

"H-Hey, it's not funny, at all!!" Bokuto pouted, but it only made Sumiko laugh harder.

How embarrasing....

He walked into the house to cool off, Sumiko's laughter fading behind him, glancing at the clock.

CRAP, it was that time already?! You're gonna come home soon and you're gonna scold him if the kids aren't clean!

"Sumiko, Kaito! Let's go in the shower!" he yelled in a panicked voice.

"No!" they yelled in unison.

"Do you want to be scolded then?" Bokuto asked as if he is immune from being reprimanded by you even though he was quite scared of that fate himself.

"No!" the kids ran past him to the bathroom and he followed them, hastily washing both of them and giving them new clothes after.

"Whew.... I thought I was a gonner..." he mumbled to himself as the kids ran downstairs, all clean and ready to watch TV. You aren't home yet.

He sat down next to them, handing them the remote and groaning in exaustion.

He felt himself heat up in embarrasment at the memory of falling down the tree.

All he wanted to do was look cool... Why must the universe hate him...

His frown was apparent and his hair was deflated, his kids settled in his lap, hugging his waist.

"Dad, you're still dirty! You're gonna get scolded..." Kaito yawned, cuddling up into his side and closing his eyes.

"Oh..." he looked around, wincing when he noticed all the dirt around the house and on him. Seems he didn't notice the mess he made while he was in a panic to get the kids cleaned.

Today was going so well, too...

"Kaito, Sumiko, let's go to... bed." he wanted to get the kids in their rooms so he could atleast attempt to clean the mess, but when he looked down both of the kids were already asleep.

"Oh..." he would normally smile and remark how cute the sight was if he wasn't feeling super sad and embarrased right now.

He himself was getting sleepy, even if it seemed like he has infinite energy to others.

He started nodding off himself, quickly turning off the TV before he falls asleep.

"I really wish you were here..." he whispered, closing his eyes.

Bokuto was a tree climber as a kid and no one can convince me otherwise

#˗ˏˋ ★ ☁︎ 「Wolfie’s works」 ☾ ★ ˎˊ˗ #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #haikyū!! #haikyuu fluff #haikyu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #bokuto x y/n #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x you #bokuto x reader #fukurodani #dad bokutoooooo #bokuto koutaro x reader

[kisses4suna]

AHHHH OK OK

soo can you please write about father suna reacting to he’s child first walk?

I’m deadass in love with father suna 😩😩😩

If ur comfortable with it ofc! Take your time ❤️

reacting to his child’s first walk ! #

☆ featuring. suna rintarou, bokuto koutarou, kita shinsuke, akaashi keiji x reader !

note: reader is called mommy

i am SOO so sorry if you had to wait longg , sorry if this isn’t good enough or what you meant/had in mind 😭

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SUNA RINTAROU -

suna never got the fuss about children’s first things, that was til he experienced it. he always thought that people were so dramatic about it, but in reality when his newly born daughter even made her first sound- this man was absolutely gushing over it, saying she’s grown up so fast.

he practically sees all his kids as mini versions of you and him- so when his first daughter started walking to him, he was literally going crazy. he took out his phone so fast, and started to record her walking to him. you were using the bathroom at the time so he wasn’t sure if you’d see it or not, but he was so happy about it. like full on cheering and jumping up and down.

“yeah that’s right!! come on, you got this baby!!”, he had his hands out in front of her as she continued walking forward, he was scared she’d trip or fall while walking. “lets surprise mommy, yeah?” he says, making a trail to the bathroom.

his daughter followed him till his back hit the bathroom door, and when you opened it, you were confused till your eyes reached the ground, seeing your husband squatting with his arms out, and your baby standing and balancing on her own two feet for the first time. “oh my god! did she-“ you didn’t even get to finish his sentence, “yup.” he said proudly, “that’s my girl”, he brings his hand up to her, and she gives him a small high five, slightly missing the palm of his hand and instead high-fived his fingers instead.

he turns to you then back to his daughter, “c’mon, why don’t we show mommy some more ?”, he says, carrying her in his arms and bringing her to the living room, where he placed her down as she continued to show the two of you how she walks.

BOKUTO KOUTAROU -

he is very energetic and happy. he doesn’t notice it at first cause he’s too busy looking at one of his daughter’s toys, picking it up and just curiously staring at it. then just right above his eyes he sees his daughter walking and he drops everything in his hands and just stares in shock.

“y/n ? y/n !!” he yells, and from across the hall you start walking over to him, “what’s wrong ?” you say, and you look down to see your daughter waddling towards her dad.

“oh my god.”, as you say that, his eyes lit up. bringing his hands to carry up his daughter, “she did it!!! she learnt how to walk!!”, he carries her on his shoulders, bringing her around the house, running around as she giggles.

you watch from afar and admire your husband entertaining your daughter, he runs back into the room, dropping her on her bed. “good job baby!!!” he says, grinning straight at her, as she begins clapping her hands. then he turns to look at you, giving you a gentle smile. 

KITA SHINSUKE -

normally you take care of the baby whilst kita does chores outside the farm, but while you were hanging up your clothes to dry by the sun, kita had to feed the baby.

reading the ingredients and instructions for the baby food- he carefully followed them, and without even knowing, his baby toddler son was slowly walking towards him. and stunned to say the least- kita slightly jumped- taking a minute to process.

his eyes widened at the sight, calling for your name. he started smiling and told him to carefully walk towards you.

doing as his dad told him to do- your son came waddling to you like a little penguin. kita quickly grabbed the polaroid camera sitting on top of the kitchen counter and snapped a photo of your son walking towards you for the first time.

when the polaroid picture started printing, he took it off and while the ink was spreading around, he admired your beauty and smiled at the sight of his family.

AKAASHI KEIJI -

you two are actually preparing for this moment- you were holding the small infant by the arms, trying to guide your son to walking.

akaashi was holding an old vintage aesthetic digital camera, vlogging the entire thing.

“c’mon!! go walk to daddy”, you signaled a little wave and pointed your finger towards keiji, signaling for your son to walk towards him.

your son didn’t quite seem to get the hint, so you just gave up with a shrug and small pout, “babe c’mon! let me try”, keiji said, carefully passing you the camera, you held up the camera to video your husband holding your son, “is it on?” keiji asks, you give a nod.

“c’mon boy, walk to mommy? just try at least please..” he says, your son nods and attempts to stand up, keiji supporting his every move, “you got this.. just walk straight to her” he whispers, the infant slowly stands up, walking carefully, your mouth opening more and more every time he takes a step. “that’s it, go straight to mommy, alright?” your husband faintly whispers, trying to not jinx it but also motivating the small boy at the same time.

as your son reaches your arm, you squeal excitingly, handing the camera to keiji, he points the camera lense at you, and you and your son both wave to the camera smiling, “good boy!!“ you turn to give a kiss to your son’s cheek.

#kisses4suna #suna fluff #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintarou #suna rintarō #suna x y/n #suna x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #dad!suna #dilf frfr #kita fluff #kita x reader #kita shinsuke #kita #kita x you #kita x y/n #dad!kita #father!kita #bokuto x reader #haikyuu bokuto #msby bokuto #bokuto x you #bokuto koutaro x y/n #bokuto koutaro fluff #bokuto fluff #akaashi x you #akaashi fluff #akaashi keji x reader #akaashi x reader

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Dad! Atsumu and Dad! Bokuto:

Domestic Life with Their Partners

Dad! Bokuto Kotaro x Male! Reader and Dad! Miya Atsumu x Male! Reader

Warnings: pure fluff

A/N: This is a request from Dragon Anon!

🏳️‍🌈 Please Like, Share, Comment to support my writing 🏳️‍🌈

Bokuto Kotaro

Bokuto will be one of the best, if not the best dads in the HQ world 🤚🏻

I said what I said 😤

Honestly, he's basically a child himself for like- what else would you expect?

He's totally the dad to just sit and stare at his sleeping baby, being like "I helped make that" 🥺

You and Bokuto have three kiddos *currently*

I say currently because Bokuto could never have enough

Whether you adopted, birthed your own or fostered, Bokuto is all about that life

Let's just say, you stay home with the kiddos

Bokuto is busy with training and you both decided you wanted one parent at home

Needless to say, by the end of the day you are exhausted

Raising three demon spawn is exhausting

I should know, I keep two alive on the daily 🤚🏻

"Dad, when is daddy coming home?"- your oldest asks you

"Soon my love, I hope VERY soon"- you, about to lose your last bit of patience

When you hear the door open, chaos ensues

Not from you or the kids, oh no

From the giant owl man on the other side 🤣

"DADDY'S HOME"- Kotaro screams as your kiddos rush to hug and jump all over him

Finally, YN some breathing time

Bokuto doesn't forget about you tho, oh no

On top of being an amazing dad, he's also an amazing partner

"Hey my wonderful husband"- Kotaro says giving you a sweet kiss 🥰

"Ko you are sweaty and gross. Go shower"- you say

Bokuto 👉🏻🥺 so you don't love me if I smell??

"I'll love you more if your clean"- you 😁

Bokuto 👉🏻🥲 pain

Bokuto runs to shower while you start dinner

This man will fully come out of the shower, in a towel and start playing with his kids

Because he's that amazing!

"Ko get dressed! Dinners almost done"- you shout

"Why can't I just eat like this?"- Bokuto

"Can I eat in my underwear too?"- your middle child shouts

You 👉🏻😐 that's why Ko

"Lets just all eat in our underwear!"- Bokuto yells

Everyone including Bokuto screams in excitement

You 👉🏻😐 absolutely not

"Baby- why??"- Kotaro 🥺

"Because I wad planning a trip to the park after dinner but if we are all in our underwear, how will we go?"- you

Bokuto and the kids all look at each other 👀

"Ok kids let's get dressed like dad said!!"- Bokuto shouts

A resounding "HEY HEY HEY" reverberates from down the hall

You just smile to yourself because your life is so perfect 🥰

Miya Atsumu

Atsumu is one of those dads who tells dad jokes all the time

Like the minute he becomes a dad, it's like a transformation

But he's also like the super hot dad

Like the dad that carries his babies in baby wraps

He also is that dad who will totally help with night feeds but he doesn't so diaper changes 🤚🏻

I stand by that ok

You and Atsumu have twin boys and man, is it a blast 🤣

I say that because Atsumu is finally understanding what it's like to raise a mini him and Osamu

You are at work one day when your husband calls

"Babe! The boys are driving me insane! One of them hit the other one with my volleyball and now they are both crying" he says as the boys scream in the background

"Sumu give them a treat and I promise they will stop crying"- you say

"Dear husband, I DID! I called Samu to come help and he's bringing onigiri. The boys can have that right?"- Atsumu

You 👉🏻😐🙄 yes darling

"Do I have to cut it up for them? Omg what if they choke??"- Atsumu says panicking

"Sumu chill out"- you say trying to keep your husband calm

"Omg YN how do you so this when I travel? How do you survive?"- Atsumu says

"Well- there's always booze"- you say shrugging and typing on your computer

"YN seriously"- Sumu says, his voice saying all that needs to be said

"Is that YN?"- Osamu says entering the house

"Yeah, omg where is the second one??"- Sumu says panicking

You 👉🏻🤨 the second one?

"They are identical YN!"- Sumu says running around

"Give me the phone ya idiot"- Osamu says ripping it from Sumu's hands

"Samu... is everything ok?"- You say

"Don't worry YN. I got this. I'll make sure they nap"- Osamu says

"Make sure Atsumu naps too"- you joke

"I DONT NEED A NAP"- Atsumu yells as you hear the twins yell "no nap, no nap"

Unsurprisingly, you come home to find Osamu cooking and Atsumu asleep with your twins on the couch

"The nap was a good call YN"- Osamu jokes

You smile as you get your phone out to take a picture

"Yeah yeah it was" 🥰

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[honeystwiggypeach]

Can you continue to the fics of the boys not knowing they are dad's to include Atsumu and Bokuto please ❤️❤️

Definitely!! (I’m assuming you mean like just adding them to the list and not continuing oikawa and Kenma’s part but if that’s not what you meant just let me know!)

Part one!

Tw~ mentions of being drunk, old toxic relationships, on and off relationships, arguements, let me know if I missed anything!!

Atsumu

The two of you weren’t in the healthiest of relationships, constantly feeling like you were bottling up your emotions and at some point the bottle just exploded. And that marked the end of your relationship.

While Atsumu within the first month made several attempts to contact you, you made it clear you didn’t want his apologies. But when you found out you were five months pregnant with twins, you wished you hadn’t been so adamant on not accepting his apologies.

But almost three years later and you’re raising your precious boys with everything you’ve got. You kept Osamu and their mom in your lives, telling them you didn’t know who their dad was but by their little personalities and looks it was pretty clear that those were Atsumu’s boys.

One of the days that you were over, Atsumu’s mother failed to inform you that her son would be coming over for the weekend.

“Y/n” you hear a familiar voice call

“Atsumu” you smile feeling a little guilty.

“Mama!” The boys suddenly run into the room before they flop onto your legs giggling their little heads off with a laugh similar to Atsumu’s.

“Y/n?” Atsumu repeats again clearly confused.

You give him a little sympathetic look before setting the boys back on the floor and walking to the porch with him as you explained everything to him.

“They’re mine?” He asks in awe as you nod a little.

“They’re so little and precious, can’t believe I’ve already missed so much” he holds his head in his hand as you feel a little guilty that you hadn’t told him about the boys sooner but before you can apologize he’s telling you how the four of you are going to be the perfect little family and how he’s going to try and win back your love and bond with the boys as much as he can.

Bokuto

Honestly how in hell you were able to hide the fact that Aiko was Bokuto’s daughter was a miracle. She had his personality, you could remember Bokuto’s mother telling you about how he used to give her the most adorable puppy eyes after he’d made a mess and right now, as you’re sat on Akaashi’s couch you watch her give you the same puppy eyes as you sit across from your ex-boyfriend giving you the same look.

“Please, y/n? Just one more chance?” You’d made the drunken mistake of telling a sober akaashi who Aiko’s father was.

Akaashi eventually played middle man and brought the two of you to his house and now you’re sat next to Bokuto after explaining how you didn’t want to raise Aiko in an on and off relationship.

“We’ll be better” he promises, “I learned a lot I promise jusg one more chance y/n” and once weak for those gorgeous puppy eyes of there’s always weak for them as you let out a little sigh before giving in.

He gently scoops Aiko up dragging you along telling the two of you about a little cafe he saw on his way here for your second first date!

Pls let me know if anyone wants me to write another part or just wants to see anything else because I love writing requests so much😭

#reader insert #x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #haikyuu parents #haikyuu dads #mom!reader #dad!bokuto #dad!atsumu #dad!Bokuto x reader #dad!Atsumu x reader #Bokuto x reader #atsumu x reader

[natashawritesstuff]

At the height of his career, Bokuto Koutarou broke a league record for the most service aces per game and broke your heart all in the same night. 

“I just can’t have any distractions right now,” he told you in the player's hallway outside of the stadium. 

“Oh,” was all you could reply. “Okay.”

It hurt a lot. Mostly because you’d been with him since high school, after every win and every loss. He called you his biggest cheerleader and now suddenly after the biggest moment in his career, you were a distraction. 

You manage to give him a small smile before leaving without another word. 

It had been three years since then. Three years since you last saw him. Honestly, at this point, you didn’t mind if you never saw him again. It’s not as if you harbored any unresolved feelings against him, quite the opposite actually, you didn’t feel anything for him at all. You got a new job, moved into a new place, and overall, you moved on.

“I’ll get it,” you call. 

It’s late when there’s a knock on your door. You weren’t expecting anyone, certainly not at midnight but nonetheless, the knocks persisted and you went to go answer the door. 

“Baby!” Bokuto says excitedly. 

Without thinking, you push him back into the hall of the apartment building and sneak a glance into your place before closing the door behind you. Your ex randomly showing up at your place isn’t the best look.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I missed you!” he explains, slurring his words and you roll your eyes. Drunk. He showed up drunk.

“Give me your phone,” you order.

“Whyyyy?”

“To call someone to come get you.”

“Ohhhh. Do- don’t do anyone from the team thoughhh. They’re realllly mad at me.”

“Why?”

“We just lost a huuge game, didn’t you hear?”

“No Bokuto. Give me your phone.”

Ignoring you he pouts, “you mean you didn’t watch? You used to watch me all the time.”

“Bokuto give me your fucking phone.”

“You used to be my biggest cheerleader, remember?”

You sigh, realizing you’re not getting through to him, and sit down on the ground. Watching you, he slides down the wall mocking your actions. 

“Why are you being so mean to me? You used to always cuddle me after a big loss.”

“Yeah, Bo,” you remember, “when we were dating. Which we’re not anymore. You can’t just show up drunk to my place. How do you even know where I-”

“But I miss you.”

“You broke up with me,” you remind him. 

“That’s just because I didn’t need you anymore,” he let slip out, too drunk to think about the consequences of his words. 

“What?”

“I don’t really need you if I’m okay.”

And at that moment those words left his lips, everything clicked. Why in the world would his ‘biggest cheerleader’ matter when he has millions of people screaming out his name? It was only in their silence would he notice how much he wanted- needed you to save him from the reality that in the coin toss of win or lose, the latter results in him being alone. And oh how does he fear being alone. 

You call him a car from your phone, thinking of it as a parting gift. You walk him downstairs to the lobby and wait outside with him when he asks, “what does he have that I don’t?”

“What?”

“The guy, The one that I saw, the one that you’re living with.”

“Oh, him,” you say, a smile tugging at your lips. “It’s not about what he has, it’s about what he does. He stays, Bokuto.”

“I should have stayed,” he whispers to himself, too quiet for you to hear. 

“What was tha-” 

You’re interrupted by the sound of a car honking signifying the arrival of his ride. 

“Get home safe,” you tell him before heading back inside.

He almost stops you. Almost calls out your name, Almost reaches for your hand. Instead, he lets you go. And he leaves swearing to never come back again. Swearing to let you live a happy life without him. His drunken mind lets him think of thoughts where he can change the past, and never leave you again. Where he can make it so he never leaves you the first time. As he dozes off in the back of the car, he thinks that maybe in an alternate universe you guys are still together. And you probably are, just not in this one. 

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[moonlitstarrynights]

HELP PLEASE

So I remember reading a bokuto/reader fic on ao3 (or at least I think it was bokuto/reader) and the premise was like reader breaks things off with bokuto and raises their kid and then they meet up in a grocery store like 3 years later and rekindle their relationship. I don’t remember the fic name and I have been trying to find it but to no avail. Please help me find it so my brain can focus on work for once

#haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto koutarou #dad!bokuto #single mom reader #fanfic #fic ramblings #fic help #fic finder

[omitea]

some dad haikyuu maybe 😗🥲

𝐇𝐐! 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐒

. ft. haikyuu! male characters

. content. none, reader referred to as ''mama'', timeskip!, probably bad writing, the second one is long…also not proofread

. note. hii i hope this is what u wanted <33 this probably sucks (i let it sit in my drafts for too long and this is my first time writing dad! au)

☆— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐑

soft snoring was heard as you entered your home, the outro of ‘’the princess and the frog’’ playing in the background. taking off your shoes, you noticed the toys scattered on the floor. sighing, you began picking them up— leading towards the living room. your steps soon came to a halt as you took in the adorable view in front of you. the irritation once building inside of you, disappeared in an instant. there he was, laying on the couch with her on his broad chest. a large hand placed on her back which looked like it could swallow her whole. a small smile formed on your face. the snort you let out caused him to open his eyes. ''hello, love,'' he yawned. you walked towards him and placed a kiss on his forehead. ''hi,'' you chuckled, ''i'll change then join you,'' was all you said as you walked towards the bedroom, a giant smile plastered on your face.

the way your little one’s fist clung to her father’s shirt, was enough to make you feel all warm inside.

| USHIJIMA, sakusa, daichi, IWAIZUMI, kita, aran, akaashi, matsukawa |

☆— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 “𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐀”

he was slightly panicking at the crying child in front of him-- whining about some mini cookies he saw while passing the aisle. smiling awkwardly at the strangers giving him stares, he mentally cursed himself for tagging him along. ''i got some vegetables, yeah? those are good too, bud," to which the child only deadpanned at his father. ''I WANT COOKIES!'' he could only sigh and turned the cart around and grabbed the cookies on the highest shelf. "listen, -" he sighed for the nth time, ''don't tell your mama, okay? daddy doesn't wanna get yelled at.'' your child only nodded, smiling widely with one missing front-tooth. when the two of them came home with the groceries in hand, you placed it on the counter and started putting them away.

little do you know that your husband placed the half-eaten bag of cookies on the bottom of the plastic bag. taking it out, you glared at him— “who’s cookies are these, mhm?,” he swore he could feel his heart drop to the bottom of his ass. “i-uhm, ITS MINE!” he smiled, reaching out to grab the bag from your hands. you sighed as he walked away, leaving you and your son standing in the kitchen. “daddy is lying, mama. those are mine,” your son pouted, to which you could only let out a chuckle, “oh, i know those are yours,”

how would you know? well the crumbles on your sons’ cheek didn’t go unnoticed.

| OSAMU, bokuto, atsumu, kuroo, SUNA, sugawara, OIKAWA, hanamaki |

©𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐀. please refrain from stealing my works !

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[lowkeyremi]

Baby Brother (6 y/o Akemi n 2 y/o Kentaro)

“No, Kentaro you messed it up!” You and your husband turned your heads toward the living room at the sound. “MAMA!” You can’t help but sigh, there’s never a dull moment in the Bokuto household. You get up and your husband stops you. “I got it baby, you relax I can do it.” He gives you those reassuring words but you’re still a little worried. All your worries were put to rest by his contagious smile. “Okay Ko, I’m right here if you need me to step in.”

He nods and walks off into the living room where two years old Kentaro is eating his little chubby fist and Akemi is crying. “What’s wrong baby girl?” Bokuto picks up Kentaro and walks over to where Akemi was painting. “Papa he messed up my painting! Ken knocked my paint water cup down!” She crossed her arms.

“Akemi sweetheart, it was an accident. Kentaro’s just a baby. He wasn’t trying to knock it down on purpose.” She scoffed and mumbled, “I wish I didn’t have a baby brother. It’s not as fun as I thought it would be.” Bokuto frowned, he grew up with his two elder sisters and he remembers looking up to them.

He lifts Akemi’s chin so she’s looking into her father’s intimidating eyes. “Don’t say something like that, Akemi. Kentaro loves you and he thinks you are the best big sister ever!” She turned her gaze away from her father to some random object in the room. “He can’t even talk. How do you know that’s what he’s saying?” Bokuto smiles at his little girl. “Easy. Because that’s how I felt when I was a little boy growing up with your aunties.”

She smiled, it was just as big and bright as her papa’s smile. She tugs at her father’s sweatpants. “Can I see Ken?” Bokuto puts his little son onto the floor where his sister sits. “I’m sorry Kentaro. I love you lots and lots!” Bokuto smiles at the two. “See I knew you guys could get along!”

He then realizes the paint water is soaking into the carpet… “Oh crap, we need to get this up before mama sees it!”

#Well they’re doomed lol #Anyway that was so cute #Little mini artist bokuto #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #Akemi bokuto #bokuto x reader #bokuto kotaro #decided I’m doing a series for the little munchkins #haikyuu x reader #sibling trouble #siblings #haikyuu dads #dad!haikyuu #haikyuu characters as dads

[tahdashi]

WHEN HIS BABY GETS JEALOUS. . .

✫ 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

✫ 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.

reblogs are appreciated, as always!

#these were fun! #unedited once again. i’ll proofread another time 🫶 #sayu.writes #akaashi x reader #atsumu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #suna x reader #akaashi fluff #atsumu fluff #iwaizumi fluff #suna fluff #akaashi headcanons #atsumu headcanons #iwaizumi headcanons #suna headcanons #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #dad haikyuu #dad hq

[amjustagirl]

title: to rebuild a home pairing: kuroo x f! reader genre: angst / fluff, post timeskip! wc: 6.8k m.list

a/n: companion piece to the original love knows not its depth, from kuroo's perspective.

Kuroo Tetsuro is doing alright. 

He’s deftly juggling the roles life has handed him. His tenth wedding anniversary is coming up. He’s gotten a nice pair of earrings and a reservation at Tokyo’s hottest omakase for you to celebrate. The girls are doing nicely at school - Aiko’s grades are excellent, and Fumiko’s not gotten into any schoolyard fights unlike Bokuto’s trio of sons. His bosses seem happy with him too, paving the way for him to climb the corporate ladder rung by rung. He’s earned each promotion by burning days in the office, nights in the izakayas schmoozing with his bosses, but it’s worth it, even if it admittedly comes at the expense of being with you and the girls. 

It’s a sacrifice he has to make so he can provide you with the fairytale life he’s always promised you. Not that you’ve ever complained about the trade-off.  

“She’s the best wife and mom I could’ve asked for”, he tells Kenma, when the former setter asks about you. “I don’t know how she does it.” 

Kenma frowns. “You make her sound like a video game character.” 

“That’s cos she’s amazing -”

“Kinda sucks that she pretty much has to juggle a full time job and the kids on her own most of the time.”

“She manages perfectly well”, Kuroo enthuses, oblivious to the barb in his friend’s words. “By the time I get home, the girls are in bed, the house is clean, and there’s even a lunch box packed for me each day. She’s a rockstar at work too - should be up for a promotion next financial year.” 

“Huh”, Kenma sniffs. “I wonder when she gets a break.” 

Kuroo’s too distracted by the round of beers that’s delivered to his table to think deeply about his best friend’s apprehension. When he stumbles through the front door that night, he finds you crouched over the coffee table, frantically typing at your laptop. As expected, the girls are in bed, there’s nothing out of place. 

“All good?” he asks you in passing, his mind already filing the tasks on his plate for tomorrow - organising a publicity event jointly held by the JVA and Bouncing Ball Corporation to introduce new national team members, reviewing the proposed budget for this year’s international competitions, popping by the under-19 team to see if there are indeed any promising candidates - he’s already one foot in the bedroom, ready to call it a night. 

He doesn’t notice the violets blooming under your eyes. 

“Mm.” You don’t look up. “Have a good night.”  

Kruoo Tetsuro thinks he’s doing alright. 

Bokuto Kotaro, for some reason, doesn’t think so. “Mitsuki said you’re lucky you’re not married to her cos she’ll skin you alive”, he informs him, as if Kuroo shares his love for women capable of chomping his head off in one bite.

Maybe the Bokutos operate on a different metric - because yes, they’re the model of egalitarianism with Mitsuki the high powered general counsel for Kenma’s Bouncing Ball Corporation (based on his referral, he likes to add, cos’ it’s funny to watch Mitsuki growl) and Kotaro the part time coach, full time stay at home dad to his wolfpack of sons, but that doesn’t mean his marriage is on the rocks. 

As a child, he was the unwitting witness to his parents’ fights, which culminated in his mother walking out of the door, his father crying over a thick stack of divorce papers. His grandparents took him in, gave him stability and love and comfort but he swore to himself he’s never going to put his daughters through that. 

Sure, it’s been a while since you’ve had a night to yourself. The last time he remembers you taking time away from the girls was to go out for dinner with him to celebrate his latest promotion - his conscience stings a little that he can’t remember the last time you’ve taken a break from everything you’ve been doing for him and the girls, but he’ll make it up to you once he has time. You always understand. 

Still, just to be sure, he checks in on you again. 

“You alright?”, he reaches for your hand, when he climbs into bed that night. 

You’re lying in bed. He should find it odd that you’re still awake at this time of the night, staring up at the ceiling as if there’s something to be found there, but he falls asleep in the slow seconds, doesn't hear your response. When he wakes, you’ve already taken the girls to school. He gets himself ready for work, loops his tie around his neck, grabs his briefcase and the bento you’ve so lovingly packed for him, and hops on the train. He runs through his routine like clockwork, but there’s a niggling feeling that he’s missed something important, possibly something to do with you. 

Did you say something to him last night? 

It doesn’t matter. He makes a mental note to purchase a spa day for you - but that’s promptly forgotten when he’s greeted by a flood of emails and an invitation from his boss to go out for drinks that night. 

Kuroo still thinks he’s doing alright. 

“You’re lucky”, his boss toasts him. “Your wife doesn’t complain like mine when I go out drinking, even though I tell her I need to do it for work.” 

“She’s an angel”, Kuroo replies, quietly bursting with pride. “Never complains.” 

“Lucky man”, his boss says. “My wife is such a nag.” 

He misses the last train home that night, drops you a text not to wait up and stumbles around Shibuya trying to find a cab. It must be a busy night because by the time he manages to flag down one, it’s three a.m. and his head is pounding from the excess of alcohol and lack of solid food and water. He fumbles with his keys, almost falls through his front door when the lock gives way. “Tadaima”, he says out of habit, too-loudly, before his stomach lurches and he has to make a mad dash for the kitchen sink. 

“Tetsuro?” 

He wants to respond, but he’s too busy emptying out the contents of his stomach. He shouldn’t have woken you up. He shouldn’t greet you with a mess for you to clean up. He shouldn’t lean so heavily on you that you stagger beneath his weight. 

He shouldn’t do all of that yet he does so anyway. You tuck him, a grown man, into bed.

Tomorrow, he’ll apologise. Tomorrow, he’ll make it up to you. 

Tomorrow comes. He wakes up. 

You’re gone. 

Kuroo Tetsuro is not alright.

He’s ashamed to admit that he doesn’t even notice you’ve taken off until it’s way past lunch when your mother drops him a text to ask if he’s picking up the girls or if he intends to leave them with her overnight. 

“What d’you mean?” he texts her, confused.  

His heart stops when your mother responds to say you dropped off the girls at her place without much of an explanation, an overnight bag slung over your shoulder. You don’t pick up your phones, his calls going straight to voicemail. For the first time in forever, he sheepishly asks his boss for urgent leave from work so he can rush home to figure out what’s going on. 

You always take your laptop with you, but it’s sitting at home. He knows it’s an invasion of privacy, but he types in your password (his birthday), and your web browser reveals a booking for a ryokan in Hakone, where the both of you honeymooned almost a decade ago. It’s an hour away by train, far too much time for him to sit and stew in his thoughts. He wonders if you’ve become sick of your life with him, whether you’ve found someone new, and by the time he’s reached the ryokan and charmed the receptionist to let him into your room, he’s teetering on the edge of giving into his frustration, entertaining thoughts about yelling at you for being so goddamned irresponsible, cos how could you just walk out on him and the girls -

Until you walk in, thankfully alone. 

It strikes him that it’s the most refreshed he’s seen you look in a very, very long time. Your cheeks are glowing, your eyes sparkle, and there’s a spring in your step that he hasn’t seen since you’ve had the girls. 

Still, he can’t help but remain a little peeved. “I’ve been calling you all afternoon”, he informs you. “I was worried.” 

He immediately regrets his words as he watches the light die in your eyes. 

“Were you?”, you ask, as if you were addressing a stranger. “Really?” 

“Of course”, he frowns, slowly getting up to approach you, concerned when you start to sway. “You’re my wife and the mother of our girls, of course I care.” 

Laughter spills from your lips, an undercurrent of bitterness and contempt that’s threatening to drag you under before his very eyes. “If you really cared, you’d have noticed that your wife is broken”, you tell him between gasps, your shoulders caving in. “I tried fixing myself with a break, but you can’t even give me that.”  

He’s starting to realise that things aren’t alright at all. You flinch when he takes a step towards you, an action which stabs him clean through his heart because he’s your husband, your Tetsuro, your person. Tea, then, a neutral offering that manages to calm you down enough to take a seat, even if you’re still shaking, falling to pieces while laughing, laughing -

“Tell me what’s wrong”, he begs. “Tell me what I can do to fix you.” 

You take a sip of tea. It’s hot enough to burn you, but you don’t seem to notice. 

“I can’t do this anymore, Tetsuro.” 

“Don’t say that”, he snaps, his inner child recoiling because he can’t bear to have his girls go through what he went through, wondering if it was his fault, his very existence that caused his parents to split up. “The girls and I need you -” 

You don’t seem to hear him. 

“Princess”, he falls back on his pet name for you, rusty from lack of use. “Come back to me.” 

You’re unmoved, your eyes unseeing, deaf to his pleas. Sip after sip, you gulp down scalding tea, each action jerky, mechanical. Frozen, in an impenetrable placidness that he can’t read. You’re sitting right in front of him but you’re not really there at all.    

“Let’s talk when you’re back home”, he finally says. “Have a good break.” 

The immature little boy that still lives in his psyche is still unconvinced that it’s a bad idea to drag you back home with him posthaste, but you asked for a break, and it’s the least he can give to you.

You allow him to roll out your futon for you, to swaddle you in layers of blankets as if that would keep you from falling apart any further. As he kisses your forehead to bid you goodnight and goodbye, he feels the brittleness of your bones, the thinness of your skin beneath his palms and he spends the hour-long train ride home wondering how he managed to look away long enough for you to turn into a shadow of your past self.   

He goes straight to your mother’s house to retrieve the girls. As penance, he stands at the front door, head bowed, letting your mother yell at him in front of the neighbours for being a useless husband and an irresponsible father. After all, he deserves every word she flings in his face. He’s just thankful that she doesn’t ream him out in front of the girls. 

“Where’s mama?” Fumiko mumbles half asleep into his neck. “Want mama.”

He cradles her closer. “She’ll be home tomorrow”, he tells her, hoping with every fibre of his being that that does not turn out to be a lie. Aiko, older and wiser, just stays quiet, so he forces a smile on his face for her sake.  

Kuroo Tetsuro is far from okay.

The strain of the day wears on him and he’s sure there are burning emails in his inbox for him to firefight, but there’s a long list of chores to be done in your absence. The girls’ school bags need to be packed (in the case of five year old Fumiko) or checked (for ten year old Aiko), their uniforms to be laid out, the laundry sorted and folded. He barely gets any sleep before he has to hop out of bed to throw together a cold breakfast of milk and cereal that makes Fumiko burst into tears and Aiko’s face droops. By the time he shuffles his two cranky children out of the house and into their respective schools, he’s late for work. 

He meets Bokuto and Kenma for lunch since there’s no lunch bento waiting for him in the fridge, though he regrets the decision to leave the refuge of his work desk for the boardroom of Bouncing Ball Corporation when Mitsuki joins them and, sharp-eyed as ever, sinks her talons into him. 

“You look like shit”, she says to him as a greeting. 

“Thanks”, he grounds out. The girls demanded he work their hair into the neat braids they insisted you always do, so bedhead would have to do for him today. 

“I’ve never seen you without hair gel before”, Bokuto marvels. “You look weird.” 

“I had a crap morning, okay”, he snaps, biting the head off the karaage fish in his store bought bento, which he resents for tasting worse than those you usually make for him. “So I’m sorry if I look slightly less than presentable -” 

“You look like a man whose wife just left him - “ 

Mitsuki’s just stepped right on the wound he’s tried to keep hidden, festering and bleeding beneath his skin, so like an animal lashing out when it’s hurt, Kuroo slaps the table with both palms and snarls. 

“Don’t - don’t fucking say that, okay? She’s just taking a break. She’ll come home.”

He can’t stand to see the shock and pity on his closest friends’ faces. “She’s coming home today”, he repeats softly, almost to himself, as if he’s little Fumiko in need of reassurance that the person she needs most in the world hasn’t just abandoned her. “It’s gonna be okay.” 

Perhaps it’s the maturity that comes with fatherhood, because Bokuto is the first to react. “That’s right, you’re gonna be okay”, he soothes, pulling Kuroo into his seat. “Kenma’s gonna call your boss and tell him that you’re gonna spend the rest of the afternoon here to plan some event - “

“Sponsorship for the Under-19 team, done”, Kenma snaps his phone shut.

“Guys, I’m fine - ” 

“Pretending everything’s okay isn’t going to help.” 

Kuroo deflates. “Thanks, Kenma.” 

Shelving his worthless pride to lay bare the situation he’s found himself in, that by neglecting his duties as a husband and father, he’s forced you to the brink of a mental breakdown, bad enough that you’ve left him - temporarily, he hopes. In the span of a few hours, he’s already found himself at his wit’s end, struggling to handle both the demands of the kids and his job, something that he realises he’s left you to bear, alone. 

“But I can’t figure out why she didn’t just tell me she was feeling overwhelmed”, he says, pulling at a fraying thread in his shirt. “I would’ve listened. I would’ve done better.” 

“She shouldn’t have to tell you to do your part”, Mitsuki waves away Bokuto’s desperate gesture for her not to kick a man when he’s already down. 

“But I didn’t know -” 

“Y’know, I really can’t stand men like you. You guys are amazing at work, able to anticipate your bosses’ and clients’ needs. At this point, you don’t even need to be told by your bosses  to jump, you don’t even ask your clients ‘how high’ - yet, for some reason, you manage to turn off your brain the minute you walk in through the front door at home.”

 “Maybe I should ask her for a list of things I can help her with -” 

Bokuto claps his hand over Mitsuki’s mouth. “Ehhh..you might not wanna finish your sentence or Mitsuki might really bite your head off.” 

Kuroo winces, snapping his mouth shut. 

“Maybe you can think of it in a different way”, Bokuto says. “Instead of ‘helping’ her - cos that’s just placing the mental burden on her - at least, I think that’s the term Mitsuki-chan used when she explained it to me -” the affronted lawyer nods begrudgingly, and beaming, he continues - “you gotta do your half of the work!”

“Level up”, Kenma provides, rather unhelpfully.

“Open your eyes and use your brain”, Mitsuki says bluntly, rolling her eyes, though her tone is less sharp.

“Where do I start?” Kuroo asks. 

Step one. 

He picks the girls up from his mother in law’s place, bears with the lecture that’s awaiting him, and sheepishly asks them what their mama usually feeds them for dinner and breakfast, making a mental note of it. Tonight, he’ll cheat by feeding them gyudon at Sukiya, but he drops by the supermarket to procure the ingredients he needs for tomorrow’s breakfast and a bouquet of pink roses, even though he knows it’s probably too little, too late. He counts himself lucky that Fumiko loves bathtime, only needing supervision to wash and dry her hair, and Aiko’s responsible enough to work through her homework without prompting, but he’s still exhausted by the time they both head to bed. 

His job doesn’t end there. Running through the checklist Mitsuki begrudgingly allowed Bokuto to give him, he surveys the apartment, comparing it against the mental image of how everything was before you left it. Toys scattered, to be put back in place. Dust on floor, to be vacuumed up. A heap of laundry in the basket, to be hung, dried, ironed. 

Just as he finishes all these tasks, the front door swing opens. 

“Tadaima”, you call out, voice hushed. 

He nearly trips over his feet in his haste to relieve you of your luggage, usher you into a seat by the kitchen counter. “Okaerie”, he breathes, 

“The girls?” you ask. 

He’ll buy Bokuto lunch next time. “I picked them up from your mom”, he responds. “Don’t wake them up, I just put them to bed.” 

You peek into their rooms nonetheless. “Thanks”, you say, heading next to the fridge. “By the way, I’ll pay you back for the hotel room from my own money, don’t worry.” 

That’s the last thing on his mind. Besides, his sin is being a neglectful husband, not a miser. “It’s fine, I’ll cover it”, he scratches his head, embarrassed that you’re even bringing it up. “I should’ve realised you needed a break.” 

That makes you frown, but you accept anyway. He watches you stack bread, eggs, ham, cheese, and it strikes him that you’re already worrying about the girls’ breakfast when you look as if you haven’t even had your own dinner. 

“You haven’t had dinner?” he asks. 

You reply carelessly that you’ve had a bento on the train back. You don’t even bother to look at him. 

“I’ll take the girls in the mornings from now”, he tells you. “Sleep in and take a break.” 

That gets your attention. 

“Really?”

He plasters a confident smirk on his face to reassure you that he’s got it all in hand. 

“Oh”, you’re adorable when you’re confused, but he hates that he’s given you reason to doubt him. “Wake me up if you need my help?” 

“I won’t”, he promises. 

It’s time for him to level up.  

Step two. 

He’s not going to lie to himself that he finds it difficult to do even half of what you used to do. Taking over the responsibility of wrangling the girls out of bed and into school, coming home early enough for dinner with you, that requires him to have hard conversations with his boss about not being able to go out for drinks or come in early anymore which probably hurts his chances for his next promotion, forces him to give up an hour or two of sleep, but it’s worth it if it allows you to heal. 

“Don’t expect a gold star for your efforts”, Mitsuki warned him. “It’s just what you should’ve been doing before, so it’s time for you to go above and beyond.” 

He takes her words to heart. You deserve to go to work well-rested, to wind down at night with a hot bath. He’ll buy a robot vacuum and pour over its manual that’s thicker than a textbook, do laundry loads while hopping on and off conference calls, wrestle the iron to press down his own shirts. 

You seem baffled by the sudden shift in the winds, but he just pretends everything is normal. Business as usual. Things are just as they should’ve been. 

In his next push to right his wrongs, he organises a Saturday dinner date with you. The girls are packed off with your mother, he makes the reservation, books the cab, compliments your dress. He asks you about your work (tiring), your boss (a micro-manager), the books you’ve read recently (nada, zilch). In the uphill battle to keep the conversation from being stilted, he makes a fatal mistake. 

“We can make it work if you want to quit your job and stay home full time with the children.” 

In his mind, that was a reasonable suggestion to make since you seem to hate your job and boss with a fiery passion. But you stare at him wide-eyed, your initial confusion hardening into anger. 

“Did the guys at work tell you it’s easier to have a housewife instead of a working wife? Are you saying this because you don’t think I’m a good enough mother to our girls?” 

You don’t give him a chance to backpedal, shooting a sarcastic apology for being selfish enough to refuse to be reliant on him, so he just slumps back in his chair in defeat. 

“I just want you to be happy”, he murmurs. “Forget I ever said that.” 

Step three. 

To figure out step three, he schedules an emergency lunch meeting on Monday. The troops convene in Kenma’s boardroom to listen to his sorry tale with Mitsuki in charge of the post–battle analysis. 

“And remind me again, where did you two meet?” 

His face lights up at the memory of his first meeting with you. “Finance 102”, he replies. “We used to be academic rivals turned teammates after I convinced her I was smart enough for her to work with on projects.”

“What made you fall in love with her?” 

“As much as I hate it, I have to admit she’s probably smarter than me”, he says, though the fond smile that creeps onto his face betrays the fact that he loves that about you. “She’s just - her, she’s headstrong and funny. Did I tell you how she tried to stab me with her fork when I stole food off her plate -” 

“Only a million times”, Kenma interjects. 

“She’s always been independent and ambitious, with big dreams and an even bigger heart.” 

“Well”, Mitsuki says, adopting the mildest tone she’s used on him this month. “Does that sound like a woman who’d choose to stay home and depend on her husband? Not that there’s anything wrong with being a stay-at-home parent - Koutaro makes my career possible, and I’m the luckiest woman in the world to have him as my husband.”

“Babyyyyy.” Bokuto bawls, looking at MItsuki as if she hangs the moon in the sky. 

Gross. Kenma seems to agree. “Let’s get back to Kuroo’s failing marriage”,

“So I shouldn’t bring up the suggestion that she quit her job again?” 

His three person council shake their heads in unison. “Just keep what you’re doing”, Bokuto pipes up. “Sounds like you’re already doing the right things! Just gotta keep making sure she’s not holding up the sky herself.” 

He can do that. 

“And maybe talk to her?”, Kenma offers.

That’s the suggestion that he wants to dismiss right off the bat because he’s too much of a coward to even face the possibility that you might leave him. He doesn’t want to become his dad so he resolves to keep his head down and continue pushing ahead with his efforts to prove to you that he can be the husband you deserve, so you won’t wake up one day and decide to walk out on him again. 

But his subconscious fears force his nightmares into overdrive. Dreams of packed bags and stacks of divorce papers makes him yelp loud enough for you to roll over and shake him awake. He’s a terrible husband for disturbing your sleep, but in his sleep-dazed state of confusion he just sinks back into the pillow, exhaling a sigh of relief. 

“Thank the gods you haven’t left.” 

“Why would I leave?”, you mumble, turning away again. “It’s my home, isn’t it.” 

He sits up, rubs the nightmares away from his eyes. “I was afraid you left me.” 

The silence nearly suffocates him. The sudden need to know exactly where you stand eats away at him and he crawls towards you. “Are you going to leave me”, he asks, praying to all the gods in the universe that you’ll reassure him otherwise. 

His heart breaks anew when he hears a small sob, buried in the bedclothes. “I don’t know, Tetsuro”, you finally say. “I’m tired of being alone in a marriage when it’s supposed to be us working together.” 

“I’m sorry.” There’s nothing much he can say. 

A broken whisper. “I’m tired”, you exhale. “I think I deserve better.”

“I’ll make it better”, he promises. 

He will. He will. 

Kuroo Tetsuro is trying his best. 

He takes a cooking class on the weekends to learn how to prepare bento boxes that are nutritious and easy on the wallet. He takes over the ferrying of Fumiko to her swimming lessons, work on Aiko’s art projects with her. He hires a part time cleaner to pick up the deep cleaning, so you and he have time to take the girls out on weekend outings instead of spending all day on a week’s worth of cumulated chores. A dishwasher appears in the house. He makes it a game for he and the girls to load and unload dishware each night. 

“There’s a networking wine night for finance next Wednesday”, he tells you casually. “I’ll make sure to be home so you can go, if you want.” 

You goggle at him. 

“Go schmooze so the world knows you’re as amazing as I know you are.” 

You trust him enough to leave the girls behind in his care and go. He counts that as a win. 

Some nights he still can’t get home in time for dinner, but he always makes sure he’s home in time for a bedtime story and a goodnight kiss. Aiko avers that at the grand old age of ten, she doesn’t need her papa to tuck her to bed anymore, but she sidles into Fumiko’s room everynight and sits in the corner of her little sister’s bed as the littler girl listens to his tall tales. 

“I met a princess when I was eighteen”, he says with a grin when he notices you listening in. “Instead of a crown, she armed herself with a fork, ready to cut down anyone who’d cross her.” 

His heart skips a beat when he hears your voice from the doorway. “Don’t be dramatic”, you interrupt, a small smile growing on your face. “You were trying to steal my food and didn’t stop ‘til I stabbed you.” 

Fumiko huffs, unhappy that her story’s being interrupted, but he can’t seem to tear his gaze away from you. “You left it on the table, princess. I consider that fair game.” 

“Let ‘to-san tell the story, ka’san.” Aiko grumbles. 

He savours your laughter. It tastes better than the finest wine. 

“I can’t believe I have to fly all the way to Italy just to meet Kageyama-kun”, he huffs. “At least Hinata is meeting us there, I’ll revolt if I had to go up to Brazil as well.” 

“You know it can’t be helped”, you reply. “The promotional activities planned need your presence, and it’s only for a week.” 

“Will you be okay when I’m gone?” 

His fears melt away when you hand him his suitcase, a flask of his favourite tea. “I’ve always managed fine. Nothing’s changed.” 

His little monsters, realising that he’s about to leave, decide to launch a synchronised attack on him. Aiko throws herself at him in a bear hug. Fumiko yanks at his sleeve demanding a thousand kisses. 

“Yes, well. I’ll be home soon. Please wait for me” he says to you when the girls finally release him. The expression on your face is unreadable, but you don’t pull away when he takes the liberty of taking your hand in his. 

He feels your heartbeat accelerates. You glance up at him, almost shy. “I’ll see you soon.” 

He’s so tempted to call his boss and pretend that he’s too ill to get on that damned flight, but he’s pretty sure that would get him fired. Instead, he calls you and the girls every day, and brings home a luggage full of presents for all of you. 

When he’s home, he celebrates by putting on the frilliest pink apron he’s ever seen (courtesy of Yaku, who sent it to him all the way from Moscow as a joke) and throwing an elaborate takoyaki party, replete with customised toppings - octopus, cheese and shrimp, which the girls enjoyed even if he burnt the first batch and had to call Fukunaga frantically for tips to rescue the rest. It turns out to be such a success that he makes it a weekly event. Okonomiyaki is next, which he flips with expert confidence on a hot plate to the applause of you and the girls. 

“Itadakimasu”, you clap your hands together. “It tastes good.” 

He nearly melts into his pan. “Thank you”, he replies. “It means a lot, coming from you.” 

His nights are still plagued by nightmares.

Things are better with you, he likes to think. The violets beneath your eyes are replaced by roses in your cheeks. He hears you humming about the house again. You pick up reading again,  the shelves in the house start to groan under the weight of books belonging to the girls and you. You’re as eager as the girls to go on the next adventure, whether it be a summer night out in the park with sparklers, or a nerf gun battle at home on rainy days. 

Still, he doesn’t know for sure what he’s doing is enough for you and he’s too much of a coward to check. So he’ll wake up almost every night, fumble in the dark just to make sure you’re there. 

You’re there, until you aren’t. 

It’s three in the morning. The space beside him is cold and empty. 

He throws off the blankets, trips on his bed slippers. He crashes through into the living room and oh, there you are - sitting at the dining table, typing furiously at your laptop while mouthing off to yourself about the ridiculous demands your client makes. 

“What’s wrong?” you frown. 

He walks towards you, trying to discern that you’re real, you’re there, not some trick of the light.. 

“You’re - you’re still here.” 

You nod slowly, eyeing him strangely. “My boss called and asked me to send out an urgent email. I was just about to go back to bed.” 

He exhales, tries to force his trembling heart back into his chest. He thinks he’s doing a good job trying to act nonchalant, smoothing back his frazzled mane of hair, but you see right through him as you always do. 

“Tetsuro”, you say slowly. “Is everything alright? 

The truth tumbles out of his mouth. “I thought you were gone.” 

Then he hangs his head, looks at his feet, afraid that he’ll only see rejection in your eyes. He’s a pathetic failure of a husband who has a decade’s worth of sins to make up for, and there’s no justification for him to selfishly to seek your absolution. 

It comes anyway, in the form of soft hands pulling him forward. 

“I’m here”, you say, pulling him into your embrace, letting him rest his heavy head in your lap.

He doesn’t allow himself to sink into your warmth. “Are you happier now? Are things better for you?” 

“Yes”, he hears you say. The tension he’s been carrying around these few months lifts. “Thank you, Tetsuro. I appreciate it. I really do. You don’t have to work yourself to death - that’s never what I was asking for. If you’re tired -”

He shakes his head at your suggestion. He’s got a long way yet before he earns any reprieve. 

“Tetsuro -” 

He sits up abruptly, takes your hands in his. 

“Promise you won’t leave me”, he pleads. “I know you’ve had to carry what must’ve felt like the weight of the entire world on your own, and I don’t have any excuse for that.”

“You don’t”, you agree. 

He accepts the blow but he takes comfort that you don’t pull away. “I know that now. I know now how fucking hard it was to do it all alone.”

“It was hard. It was so, so hard, Tetsuro. I became numb to the pain. I don’t think I was functioning, I haven’t been for a while. For a long, long while.” 

“I’m sorry”, his voice cracks. 

“I know.”  You cup his face in your hands, offers him comfort he doesn’t deserve. “That’s a chapter of our marriage that’s past, that can’t be unwritten. But the past few months have been different. You’ve shown me that you’ve changed.” 

The first glimmer of sunlight after a long, dark winter. Hope blooms with your smile. 

“I think”, you say. “I think we can make this work again.” 

He stares at you, dumbstruck. Then the fact that you’re giving him another chance dawns upon him, and he crashes forward to rest his head on your shoulder, unashamed to cry tears of relief. 

“Thank you”, he exhales brokenly. “I won’t fuck this up again, I promise.”

You press a kiss to his forehead, curl up trustingly in his arms. “Don’t thank me”, you laugh. “Thank yourself for making me believe in you.” 

 He drinks up each drop of your affection, falls asleep in the cradle of your arms. 

“Is this what flirting is like?” 

He wakes up to Aiko’s impertinent question, her hands on hips looking distinctly unimpressed at finding her parents asleep on the sofa, entwined together. 

“Who taught you that word?” Kuroo asks, aghast that his ten year old daughter even recognises the existence of the opposite gender. 

Aiko sticks her tongue at him, and he’s too distracted by Fumiko taking a flying leap onto the sofa with them, chattering a thousand miles an hour about what’s for breakfast and whether they can go to the zoo this afternoon - though he pins his suspicions on Bokuto’s trio of sons. 

“Monsters”, he says. “Can’t even give your to-san a break to snuggle up to your pretty ka’san.” 

The girls shriek in dismay - Aiko, at being a witness to further gross displays of affection between her parents, Fumiko, at being called a monster despite being a self-proclaimed princess. You prod at the soft flesh between his ribs. 

“Don’t be mean”, you admonish him. 

He sniffs, taking the chance to draw you closer. “I’m cranky in the mornings unless I get a morning kiss.” 

You snort, swatting at him. “You make it sound as if kisses contain caffeine.” 

The girls giggle, but he protests. 

“Full of nonsense”, you tease, but you kiss him, again and again and again. 

Things settle into a steady, sustainable pace. 

You refuse to allow him to bear the weight of the household on his back alone. There are frank conversations to be had about what each of you can realistically handle without burning out. He leads the charge in the mornings, whipping up breakfast with the aid of his two sous chefs, building an expertise in braiding and french twists that could possibly allow him to moonlight as a hairstylist. You, on the other hand, take charge of evening pick-ups, cooking dinners, supervising homework and art projects until he comes home and tags you out. 

Chores are evenly split. He doesn’t allow you to assume the mental load of organising the household by yourself. “We both have a degree in business management”, he likes to remind you, because he now knows that remembering to run errands, scheduling appointments - all of this is work too. 

You force him to take breaks. If you get to relax with your friends, so should he. “If you get too stressed, you’ll lose your hair and we can’t have that.” He yelps when he imagines himself bald and obediently complies when you call Kenma up, talk him into getting him and Bokuto and Akaashi (when he’s feeling less morose about his singlehood) to go for a round of pick up volleyball. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself”, you note wryly when he returns home crowing about how he stuffed an Olympic player with a kill block. 

“I did”, he replies, catching your hips to pull you in, cheekily ignoring your complaints that he’s sweaty. “But I enjoy coming home to you even more.”

“Gross”, you grumble, but you seem content to remain in his arms. 

It’s another small moment he treasures. Life, he learns, is made of moments, both big and small. He’d made the mistake of only focusing on the big ones - graduation, playing at nationals, the day he was lucky enough to marry you, each of his daughter’s birthdays. Now, though, he cherishes each moment, each second he has with you and the girls, no matter how little, no matter how small. 

He likes to come into the bathroom each night, leaning his elbow on the edge of the bathtub as you chat to him about your day, luxuriating in the bath he drew for you. You and he take turns to complain about life’s inconveniences as you clear emails once the girls have gone off to bed- colleagues who shirk their work, bosses who nitpick overmuch, washing everything down with steaming cups of herbal tea. 

“Are you happy?”, he asks you, night after night. 

“Mm”, you say with an impish grin. “I’d be happier if you let me put my toes on your calves.” 

“They’re freezing”, he groans but scoots over anyway. “Better?” 

“Much better”, you hum, content. “Life is good.”

He’s not remiss in planning the big moments too. 

A year passes quickly to your wedding anniversary. He packs your suitcase, books the train tickets and whisks you back to the ryokan in Hakone, though this time he upgrades you both to their largest suite. “I feel like a princess!” you exclaim, twirling about the room. 

Your happiness is worth every yen he spent. 

You spend the day strolling down avenues lined with cherry blossoms, Mount Fuji looming in the backdrop, the evening exchanging heated kisses in the private onsen he booked. You’re older now, with laughter lines creased into your forehead, grey streaks in your hair, but you’re still the same girl he fell in love with all those years ago. 

“And you couldn’t wait ‘til we got back to our room?” you smack him. 

He also loves how there’s fire burning bright in your eyes, the way it always used to. “You kissed me first!” 

“You kissed me second!” 

“I don’t hear you complaining”, he cackles. 

You try to shush him, to no avail, as he draws the attention of everyone around him.

“What a happy couple”, an obaa-san remarks out loud. “They must be newlyweds.”  

Well, she’s not wrong. You’re as radiant as you were fifteen years ago, his spring bride, but he’s an old man doddering on, hopefully with his edges sanded off with time. “Just your regular old, married couple”, he chortles when you’re safely back in the room. 

“A happily married couple”, you reply, serenely sipping your tea. “That obaa-san definitely got that part right.” 

There’s a lump in his throat that he can’t swallow. “Are you happy?” he manages to ask anyway. 

“With you?” Your smile is warm, bright. Always.”

Both of you are doing alright.

a/n: it's been a while, hasn't it. i've been alright - how are you guys doing?

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