I Really Want A Boyfriend Wow

i really want a boyfriend wow

heyyya! can you write some wholesome headcannons abt haikyuu boys being dads? feat the grumpiest boys(who lets be honest THEY WOULD HAVE THE BIGGEST SOFT SPOT FOR THEIR KIDS) sakusa, tsukki, kenma and ushijima:) thankss! *smooch*

omg HI DEAR mwah i didnt see this for some reason im so sorry for the delay but ofc <333 i think my notifs are off, but i hope that this is to ur liking, its my first time getting a request 😅

.haikyuu!! boys as dads (with soft spots for their children)

:featuring - sakusa kiyoomi, tsukishima kei, kozume kenma, ushijima wakatoshi

warnings none, just icky fluff :p +one curse word

#%SAKUSA KIYOOMI

Kiyoomi was tired, very tired, especially since he had come back home from late practice, he didn't even have time to kiss you goodnight, he just took a quick shower, got changed out of his clothes and then proceeded to throw his body onto his side of the bed, leaving you startled as you awaken in the middle of the night. So when it struck six thirty in the morning, he had intended to sleep in, seeing as his coach had given him a day off, but was interrupted by the scuttling in the hallways, which he already recognised was his twin daughters, Keiko and Kazuko. As if they were an energy boost, Kiyoomi felt himself awakening, but devised a plan in his head to surprise his girls.

"Shh! You'll wake daddy up!"

"I'm not the one who's stomping like a giant!"

The girls continued to scuffle before realising they had gone off track from their plans, and slowly snuck into your bedroom. You were already downstairs, preparing breakfast for the family, and had told the girls to wake up their dad. Being the filial children they were, they quickly obeyed.

Kiyoomi, still pretending to be sound asleep, began to make the most obnoxious snoring sound effects, that he thought would fool his girls.

"Hey, he's faking it!" Keiko whined, as she noticed her dad beginning to chuckle.

"It's your fault! You walked too loud!" Kazuko interjects, before being pulled onto the bed, alongside her sister, with their dad.

"You both woke me up, children. Where's mommy?" He chuckles as he sits up from his spot, letting his daughters lay on either side of him.

"She says shes making food for us, but we wanna play." Keiko mutters, playing with her dad's large hands, leaving him to chuckle at the sight of the small child before him.

"Now, be thankful she makes you food, because if it were me, we would eat takeout every day" Kiyoomi pulls them in closer, leaning back onto the headrest of the bed.

The girls jumped up from their positions, and ran around the room in excitement with exclaims of "Ooh! I wanna eat takeout!" "Me too! Me too!" echoing in the hallways, causing you to go up the stairs, confronting the commotion, only to see your husband and children running around your bedroom.

"I'm gonna get you!" He laughs, before picking up Kazuko gracefully, and throwing her on the bed like a pillow, with Keiko asking for him to do the same thing.

"Woah! no? You're gonna hurt the girls, Kiyoomi!" You quickly interfere, before anyone could get hurt.

"Sorry, mommy." The three of them stood in a line, with Keiko and Kazuko standing on the edge of your bed, and your husband standing beside them, heads tilted down, in an apologetic matter.

#%TSUKISHIMA KEI

It was a sunday morning, and the Tsukishima household was in complete silence. All that could be sensed by any living creature was the soft snores of the Tsukishima family. You, Kei, and your son Mamoru, were all cuddled up on your bed, with the tv left on. The three of you had a Disney movie marathon the previous night, and Mamoru fell had already fallen asleep through movie number three, Moana, whereas you and Tsukishima were on the boundaries of slumber. Noticing him nodding off every few moments or so, you brought out the extra blanket for him, knowing that Mamoru would hog it during the night, and headed to the guest room to find it.

On your way back to the bedroom, you see your husband stare lovingly at your son, whilst poking his cheeks in his sleep, chuckling every now and then.

"Kei, you'll wake him up." You whisper in a tender tone, placing a blanket over him.

"But doesn't he look so adorable? We made him. Our Mamoru," he smiles in glee before pulling his son in closer to his arms, and placing a kiss onto his forehead, "He looks exactly like you, you know."

"But you're his favourite, he told Aki, who told me." You complain, before crawling to the other side of the bed, next to your five year old.

"Well, great minds think alike don't they?" He jokes, before earning a quick smack on his shoulder, "I'm joking dear, now go to bed alright? I love you both."

You were already asleep, keeping your arm tucked protectively around your son, and he chuckles before giving you a kiss too.

#%KOZUME KENMA

You arrive home to a frantic son, dashing towards you before jumping into your arms.

"Mommy, mommy! Daddy taught me how to play a game!"

"Is that so? What game?" You pick him up in your arms, realising he's gotten bigger.

Your husband drags himself down the staircase lethargically, like he hasn't seen the light of day in weeks, but smiles when he sees the two of you together.

"He taught me how to play call of duty with Uncle Tetsurou! I killed bitches!" The both of you gasp in unison, and you glare at your husband, holding in the urge to throw your bag at him.

"Kozume Kaoru, where did you learn that phrase?"

"From daddy and Uncle Tetsurou!" He comes in closer, before whispering, "But don't tell them I told you, they said to keep it secret."

You burst out into laughter, using it as a substitute for not practically killing your husband with your stares, as he tries to escape the situation.

"Y/N let me explain, Kuroo said it by accident alright? I would never teach our child to say things like that, isn't that right Kaoru?" he walks towards the two of you, pouting, before squeezing his son's cheeks.

"Yes sir!" Kaoru salutes jokingly, before bringing his arms out to his dad, indication that he wanted Kenma to carry him, and not you.

Kenma carries his son, and laughs, before looking at you cheekily and saying, "Let's get away from mommy, the big bad monster, yeah?"

"Yeah!" Goodness, it was so easy to influence a child's mind. So instead of taking a shower and cleaning yourself off, you're chasing your son and husband around the house, pretending to be the bjg bad monster, just as Kaoru had wanted.

#%USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

You came home late from overtime on a shift, to hear the loud sound effects from the surround sound system in your living room. You sighed, as you remember telling your husband to lower down the volume of the TV, especially during the evenings, so as not to disturb the neighbours.

You mutter a quick "I'm home." before slipping off your shoes, and placing your keys away, and eventually search for your two sons and daughter, who are usually the most active around this time.

"Satoshi? Shoichi? Suki? Kids? Where did you go?" You call out to the entire house, expecting at least one of your three children to come waddling your way, only to be expected with the presence of nothing.

Getting worried, you search the rooms in the house, before remembering that the TV was left on, yes, maybe they were watching Anpanman, as it was their favourite show. You sighed in relief at the sight before you.

Light snores emitted from your husband, and little snot bubbles had grown every time your eldest son took a breath in during his sleep. The youngest, Satoshi, was laid on his chest, with Wakatoshi securely placing an arm over his son's back, in the event that he would fall. On his other arm, laid Suki, drooling onto her father's bicep; leaving the eldest of them all to lay between his father's legs, like a dog.

Making your way towards your little family, you shake your (favourite) daughter awake, knowing that she was the least temperamental Ushijima of the family.

"Suki? Baby, wake up and go brush your teeth, get into your actual bed okay? You might hurt your back and daddy's arm." You pulled the small girl into your arms as she reached her hands out towards you.

"Hi mama, papa made us mochi for a treat and then watched Anpanman with us." She yawns, laying her head into the crook of your neck.

"Really? then did you have fun with papa?" She nods vigorously into your neck, and you let out a chuckle, before noticing that your husband has finally awoken.

"Good afternoon, my loves." Wakatoshi eyes the two of you, after realising his little girl had disappeared from his arms.

"It's eight in the evening, 'Toshi. it's time for the boys and Suki to go to bed, can you try waking them up?" Your husband nods sleepily, before gently shaking the two boys awake.

"Hey, mama's home, and it's your bedtime." He whispers sweetly.

Shoichi was the first to awaken between him and his brother, and stretches from where laid, before opening his eyes wide to see his parents and siblings before him.

"Mama! you're here, welcome home," he smiles at you, before earning a kiss on the apple of his cheek. "Dad, I'm too tired to walk upstairs, can you carry me please?"

You chuckle in surprise, not knowing that even your seven year old son, still wanted to be carried in his father's arms to bed.

"Of course, but we need to wake Satoshi okay?" He hums, before sitting up gently, which results into his two year old boy to wake up.

Knowing he would cry soon from the sudden disturbance in his tranquil sleep, your husband carries him instinctively in his arms, and piggybacks Shoichi after standing up. The two of you turn off the lights and TV in the living room, keeping your children in a safe position in your arms, letting Wakatoshi go first, as he had two children in his possession; one wrapping their limbs around his back, and the other one drooling on his shirt. You finally arrive in their room, and put them to bed, each giving them a goodnight kiss, and a bed time story, so Suki could tell her friends the next morning in nursery.

"Goodnight children, papa loves you all so much, you mean everything to me." Wakatoshi says in a hushed tone, and closes the door, letting the trio properly go to sleep, and sighs after the long day he's had.

a/n: hi bbs, i hope this was to ur liking, i kinda thought of these on the spot so i'm not sure if theyre good or not, but i hope all of you are having a good day/night and stay hydrated, i love u <33

ANGSTY ASL ?????

dear tobio

❥ word count: to be updated lol

❥ genre: angst

❥ notes: gn! reader, post-timeskip kags, sfw, spoiler-free

❥ warnings: none other than angst (proceed w caution)

❥ a/n: likes & reblogs are not required, but are always appreciated. this is also available on my wp acct, but!! this is a revised version just fyi :)

AWAKENED by the loud thrum of crickets outside, Kageyama slowly opened his eyes with utter darkness greeting his dozy vision. He knew he was a mess; eyelids heavy and swollen, his whole body feeling as if it was sinking deeper into the mattress like lead into the sea.

He was never the type to cry, especially not the type who would drench their pillow with wet, salty grief only to fall asleep and wake up with the same feeling of emptiness inside their chest. But the world was cruel, so cruel it had no room for remorse.

He was never the type to stop at anything either, let alone give up what he was born to do. But when his reality veered to the one where it no longer had you, every single thing felt like nothing but a hard chore.

You were like a broken film that kept playing over and over in his head; he wanted to make it stop, yet he couldn’t bear the thought of never seeing or hearing from you ever again. So even if it was all make-believe, who you were, how you loved him, and the way he felt about you were always going to be what felt real to him.

Not this. Not how you left or how he felt right after you did.

Attempting to overcome the unfathomable weakness all over his body, he turned on the lamp on the bedside table next to him. His eyes adjusted to the light for a quick second before catching a plain white letter on the same table resting under his phone. He knew whose letter it was from; it was a no brainer. It had been in that same position for months, yet he never dared to open it. Knowing he had to, eventually, he heaved a deep sigh and took it with trembling hands.

As he took out the paper inside and carefully unfolded it, his eyes met a familiar, delicate handwriting that he hadn’t seen in months. Months that felt like years.

Dear Tobio,

Crystal droplets of pure grief pooled in his eyes once again as he read the first two words. His throat felt like closing up as he tried to recall the number of times he broke down solely by thinking about you only to realize that he already lost count.

Was this really a good idea? he mentally asked himself. But at the same time, he knew there was no other way around this; it was now or never. Besides, this was all he had left.

Pushing through the inner dilemma he felt, he decided to go through what he wasn’t ready for.

If you’re reading this right now, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry if things had to end like this between us. I know I promised you that I would always hold on as long as you did the same, but later on I realized that I couldn’t live like this. I couldn’t be the constant reason for your pain. I couldn’t keep giving you false hope about things better, because we both knew from the very beginning that it was never up to us. I wish it was, but you knew the universe had always been against my wishes.

I’m also genuinely sorry for being selfish. For putting you in such a terrible situation where you had to spend time in a place full of sick and dying people just to be with me. You didn’t deserve any of that, to what I had put you through. I knew it would be cliché to say “You deserve someone better”, but really, you do.

You deserve someone who could go to your games and cheer for you like no other; someone who could spend time with your parents and even have brunches with them on Sundays; someone who could have after-school shenanigans with your best friends; and most importantly, someone who could love you without half of their existence already buried six feet under like me.

I guess my point in saying all of this was, it’s okay to let go now. Bid goodbye. Move forward. Don’t turn around to come back for what used to be. You already had a lot going on for you before all of this—before me—and the last thing you should ever want was to continue missing out on all of them because of the way things turned out. If you ever stopped going to practice and doing what you had always been passionate about, then you better get your ass back in the gym and pursue your future because that’s where you truly belonged.

I’m serious, Tobio. Dream deeper and fly higher. I had always believed in you. I couldn’t wait for the whole world to recognize your name and talent one day. I’m so proud of you, baby—proud of who you are and for the person you would become right after college.

Thank you for loving me in every way you knew how. I had the best time being yours.

Love,

Y/N

Myriad tears gushed down his cheeks as he read everything from top to bottom, causing him to wipe his eyes so much they were bloodshot and more swollen than before. But even then, such action wasn’t enough to stop the warm liquid stream of grief mixed with sorrow from staining the paper in front of him and causing the letters to create black, messy streaks all over the sheet.

He put the letter away, cautious not to ruin it even more, but most of the content were pretty much incomprehensible at this point. He tried to stand up, hoping to gather himself somehow, only to fail and fall to the floor in a disheveled heap with a huge sob escaping his mouth.

Painful memories once again deluged his head that seemed to go on forever in its depth.

Nasty. Traumatic. Unspeakable.

He knew you were gone, and there was no way he could ever bring you back. But God, to say this felt like hell would be the biggest understatement of all time. Because it wasn’t just because he lost the person who owned every part of him since his heart could remember, it was also because everything around him felt like a maze he only knew how to get lost in but never learned how to get out of.

He didn’t know what else to do or how to do it; all he knew was that he should look for a silver lining. Or at least try to. Not because it would undo what happened, but because it was a reminder that for once you were his, and for always, he was yours.

© omiversarry 2021

[01:02] face masks with oikawa

warnings none

x fem!reader

holding hands with someone was so easy for someone like oikawa, so why was he getting clammy at the sight of you walking beside him in the town centre as the both of you make your way towards the bakery for the morning?

surprisingly, you'd asked him out two weeks ago after finally mustering up the courage to even speak to him; and was luckily accepted. it happened to be that oikawa had a small crush on you when you started sitting beside him in your home econ class.

for every moment you'd walk past oikawa and his friends before the two of you began dating, his friends (mainly makki and mattsun), would nudge him aggressively by the shoulder and tease him to his wits' end. so when they'd found out the two of you began dating, they dropped their jaws and laughed as if oikawa was pulling a prank.

"why are you so quiet today, oikawa-kun?" he's snapped out of his thoughts when he's noticed that you've stopped walking.

he's at a loss of words and stammers as he begins to come up with an excuse.

"oh, it's uh, nothing it's dumb really." his hand itches the back of his neck and he chuckles awkwardly.

"i'm sure it's not, you can tell me. i don't judge, and i am dating you after all." a smile is etched across your face and oikawa swears he's melted inside at the sight of you grinning because of him.

"i just, i really want to hold you hand but they're, they're sweaty." he whispers ever so quietly, and you burst out laughing.

suddenly he regrets ever telling you this.

"was that it? you could've just held my hand, i don't care if it's sweaty, you're my boyfriend." if that smile you'd sent him hadn't killed him, that corny ass sentence just did. who knew he was such a cheeseball?

slowly, he walks towards you and quickly rubs his hand against the fabric of his uniform before grabbing your hand and walking painfully slow towards the bakery. sighing inwardly, you hold his hand tighter and place it in your coat pocket and smile at him once again.

"can i kiss you?" oikawa asks, as he sweats bullets.

once again you laugh, and nod, gradually inching your faces closer to one another.

"you used to be so nervous around me tooru, where did my nerdy little boyfriend go?" you reminisce on the couch beside him, as he sits down with the face masks you recently purchased.

"he's evolved," he rips open the packaging, and hands you a headband, "into your bulky, confident husband!" grinning cheekily, he puckers his lips towards you, asking for a kiss.

rolling your eyes, you push his lips away with your index and middle finger, and laugh as he pouts, "bulky is a stretch, my love. i think you're simply lean, and hajime is more bulky than you are."

"how mean, after all the years we've been together you still think iwa chan has more muscle, than me, the number one man in your life." he turns his head pettily as if he was ignoring.

"tooru, baby you know it's true. now come on, let's do these face masks, yeah?" you sit closer to him and wrap your legs around his waist, as you place the sheet mask over his face.

obliging, he smiles, crinkling the structure of the delicate mask and results into a scolding from you. his eyes seem to bore into your own features, but with a tender expression as if you were his entire universe, and blurts out the next few words without a second to think.

"what do you think about children?" you stop patting the mask against his soft skin, and hitch a breath, "you can be honest, i just thought that, i love you to the ends of the earth, and i think that my life would be more brighter than it already is if we had a child or two together."

"i'm so glad you said that, tooru." you're leaning the weight of your head onto his shoulder as you release a relieved sigh. lifting your head up, you smile at him and whisper, "i'm pregnant."

and its like the colours of the world to oikawa's eyes had become more pigmented and vibrant, to the point that it was almost blinding.

"i love you so much." he laughs in your ear, as his mask had fallen off of his face, due to the overwhelming excitement coursing through his system. he holds you tighter in your embrace as he looks down at your stomach and places his ear beside it and speaks again, "hi baby, it's your dad, i swear i'll be the best one yet and buy you all the presents you could ask fo-"

"tooru, don't spoil our baby when they're not even born yet."

"hey, when you married me, you knew what you were getting into." he chuckles as he kisses the flesh of your stomach, excited for the life about to grow inside of it.

a/n: ive been posting a bit more these days :D and im getting some bad baby fever

[03:08] walking home with ryuguji ken

warnings none

it's cold, like, fucking cold. and your ass is about to fall off, who the hell let you wear such thin clothing in winter time because it sure as hell wasn't you (yes it was).

it's nearing four in the afternoon but the sky is already dimming followed up by the most blistering weather you feel you've ever experienced in the entire universe.

"holy shit it's so cold how could you just wait outside for me?" your words are let out as a shiver when you approach your good friend, draken, standing outside of your school, with his hands buried in his pockets.

"i don't mind waiting, the weather isn't horrible." you knew he was lying, you could see the goosebumps arise on his forearms and chose to ignore it, maybe to save the spat that would follow up if you'd chosen to bring it up.

"well then, thank you draken my dear, shall we get going?" despite your lips beginning to chap from the merciless temperatures of january, you're plastering a bright smile onto your face and maybe it'll warm up the muscles.

but before you continue to walk, a weight on your shoulders is placed, and you turn around to notice that draken's placed his coat on top of your uniform.

"so you won't be cold." you're bewildered and he only gives you a sheepish smile before walking on. what are you supposed to do when your crush gives you his coat, what does it mean?

it's a peaceful walk and there's nothing more to it, only comfortable silence flowing through the atmosphere, and you're basking in it. walking home with draken is your favourite time of day, it was the only time you could have him to yourself, even if it was for twenty minutes.

but today, home felt like an hour away, and it's probably because draken's stopped walking behind you, and is underneath the climbing net at the park, staring at his feet.

"draken, you've been so weird the entire day, what's wrong?" you're walking back to him and look up at his pondering expression.

"fuck it." he mutters. "i like you."

it's an awkwardly, painfully, loud silence. not even the wind from the mean weather is helping and draken sighs dejectedly.

"sorry, i shouldn't have-" and you jump into his arms, suffocating him in an expression of your reciprocation.

"god, i'm so glad you said that, i thought it was one sided." draken sighs in relief, and melts into your hold, smiling.

"i'm just happy you liked me back." he mumbles into the crook of your neck. "why are you holding me so tight, i'll die before we even have our first date."

"you're really warm." you snuggle up to him closer and chuckle as his body is warming up yours. wait. does this mean you have a boyfriend now? "draken. are you my boyfriend?"

he bursts into laughter and looks at your face, with genuine curiosity staring up hopefully into his eyes.

"no, i just wanted to tell you," and it's like he's staring at a puppy whose treats were taken away, "i was kidding, of course i am."

you let go from the hug, and transfer your hands to intertwine, and it just felt so natural. like he was always meant to be in your arms, and it was happiness for a lifetime as you know it.

"i'm going to annoy you more than i already do, you know." you kick a rock towards his direction and he squeezes your hand in reassurance.

"i hope you do." unhappy with his plain reaction, you frown and kick another rock in his way.

"and we have to see each other more and more every day."

"that's good."

"and i can hang out with your friends too."

"no, they'll take away our time together." he stops walking, finally, a worthy reaction. laughing, you back off, and the rest of the journey home was bliss.

"l/n y/n! you're forty minutes late home, where have you been you imbeci- oh, ryuguji kun. thank you for taking y/n home." your mother pinches you as she pulls you back to her side, and you whine annoyingly.

"mom! that really hurt."

draken bows down to a full 90° degree angle, and your eyes widen. you've never seen draken bow down so respectfully before, and little did you know, he did it to impress your parents.

"thank you for letting me take them home. i will head back now. goodbye y/n." your mother coos, as if draken was her child and not you.

"bye draken!" you wave him off until you couldn't see his silhouette walking down the street of your neighbourhood.

"ryuguji is a very nice boy, you should date him."

a/n: very quick brainrot !!

im having some bad baby fever