You’re expected to deliver your twins any day next week, and he’s expected to fly across the country for a charity event he really can’t even think straight for. You've assured him you'll be fine, his sister is more than capable of taking care of you while he's gone, but there's a pit in his stomach about the idea of leaving you.
But you send him anyways. With a kiss on his cheek and a promise to call him every day (if he had it his way, it would be every hour, but you wouldn't go for it).
The trip goes smooth enough, and he's grateful for you staying true to your word and calling him every night. It does make the time pass, you're safe, but he's more than eager to make it home to you.
He practically pushes his teammates out the door, he's the first one on the bus, his knee bounces anxiously the entire time- especially when the bus driver makes a wrong turn into straight construction, thrusting them in traffic for far, far too long without any service.
But you won't call him, right? Why would you, you've called him at night every day he's been here, and nothing of note has happened (not that that’s a negative to Rintaro, he’d rather your days be mundane and boring than active in your pregnancy).
His heart finally starts again once they pull into the airport parking lot, all of the teammates trying to not be annoyed at the events of the morning and trying to stay focused on the next steps of boarding the plane in a few hours.
Rintaro sighs, slipping his phone out and immediately calling you, not taking notice of just how many notifications bombarded his phone.
The line ring once, twice, and his shoulders relax as you finally pick up the phone. "Rin?" You ask, and you sound like you're in discomfort. But he merely brushes it off. You are very pregnant, after all, surely discomfort is normal.
"Hey babe, just got service from being in the bus, we've got a nasty delay because the fuck-head made us miss our fucking flight, so I might be home later than expected-"
“Rin, I'm in labor.”
Silence fills the line.
“No you’re not,” he says simply.
“As much as I would love to be kidding, I’m not. I’m 10 centimeters, babe.”
How you’re so calm right now, is beyond him.
Him, on the other hand, leaps up with absolute panic, a screechy “WHAT?” echoing through the airport. It catches more than a few looks from other people, but all Rin can think about is you.
You in the hospital, legs up in stirrups and gown being the only thing adorning your body. There's probably nurses and doctors everywhere, and Kaiya and Akito on the couch at home with his mother, waiting for the news.
"WHEN?"
"My water broke a few hours ago, got to the hospital with your sister and now they're getting ready for me to push. Your timing truly is impeccable."
“And you thought now was the best time to tell me?!”
“I tried to tell you earlier, but you had no service!” You defend.
Fuck, he could scalp the bus driver for getting fucking lost.
"okay, okay, okay lets calm down-"
You snort, "yeah I'll get right on that."
"Please, for everything unholy, don't joke right now," he pleads, and he hears you offer him a laughy 'sorry' on your end of the line. "Are you okay? Do you feel okay?"
"Well I don't feel particularly good, for all intents and purposes." You direct your attention to something else and he hears bustling in the background, "Rin I have to start pushing. Stay on the line.”
"No! Wait for me, I'll-"
"Yeah I'm not waiting for you," you snip. “I'll... be fine. Just stay on the call okay? For me?
Rintaro tries not to pass out as you start pushing, doctors encouragement coming through on the line, followed with your grunts of agony as you try to bring your two new babies into the world. He knows you’re strong, you don’t need him there, but there’s something deep inside of him that hurts at the idea that you don’t, he’s so close yet no where near close enough to be right there next to you, and he anxiously looks around him as he tries to find a private place for him to cheer you on, call your name, scream it, his soul in agony over something he has no control over.
It could be four minutes or four hours, rintaro has no idea as you finally scream in agony as a small wail breaks over the line, one akin to Akito and Kaiya’s as the two of them entered the world all those years ago.
“Beautiful!” His sister cheers, “just a bit more for Sachiko sis, you’ve got this!”
“No more,” you weakly whimper over the line, and Rintaro tears up as he chews on his thumb.
“Baby,” he chokes, “you’ve got this, okay? You can do this, I’m right here.”
“No you’re not!” You scream.
“Yes I am! I’m right here okay? I’m not going anywhere!”
“Rin I need you-“
“And I’m right here. I promise. Just close your eyes, I’m there, okay?”
Hes not there. He knows you know that. But right now, he can’t feel sorry for himself. He goes silent and listens to the bustling of the doctors and nurses preparing to bring Sachiko into the world, and rintaro has no clue how long it’s been before you’re ready to push again.
“Ready, momma?” He asks, and you let out a sob.
“Im so tired, Rin.”
“One more big push okay?” He chokes. “Push!”
And you do. You let out another shriek as you start to push, rintaro can practically see your legs tremble and face scrunch and throat tight as you let out another blood curdling cry, and before he can think, another set of crying fills the line.
His twins are here.
And he’s not.
“Good job, angel!” He hoots.
“She did so good, Rintaro,” his sister assures.
“I know she did,” he says, hand clutching his heart.
“They’re so handsome Rin,” You babble, and instantly, Rintaro’s face drops. “Such beautiful boys, they're so sweet, so handsome…”
Boys?
Oh fuck. Rintaro briefly thinks back at all the purples and pinks in the closet at home.
Immediately, Rin tries to conjure up an excited tone, squealing out a soft “boys?” in confirmation.
“She’s messing with you," his sister snickers. You’re laughing exhaustedly too, among your sniffles of agony and above the screaming of the newest twin.
“You’re a fucking asshole,” he says, breathless and his chuckles easing out.
“You've got new baby girls, Rintaro," his sister coos.
“We got them, boys!” He announces, causing an uproar of cheers to come from his teammates. He feels his heart sink to his stomach as his throat begins to swell. “I’m so proud of you baby… my good girls.”
“They’re so beautiful, Rin. So beautiful," you cry.
He sits on his suitcase and tries to imagine them, desperately, tiny hands pawing at the air, crying at the newness of the bright light and the world…
All without him. He’s not there.
“Who was born first?” He chokes, desperate to keep his voice steady. It was a complete tossup with the names, whoever was out first or second is precisely how the names would fall. But he just needs you to keep talking to him.
You understand, and you answer shakily, “Sachie,” you sigh. “Sachiko was 20 minutes later.”
“Late; just like momma.”
“Watch it.”
He chuckles around a flood of tears, a hand coming up to bring his hand up to cover his face. Hot, bubbled tears slip down to roll over his thick fingers, trying to stay composed in the airport that’s bustling with too many people.
“Im so proud of you,” he chokes, eyes screwing shut. Not long after, a massive hand claps down on his shoulder, Komori’s eyes flickering with understanding and apology. He’s got nothing to apologize for, but Rintaro takes the kindness regardless and puts a free hand on top of his to squeeze the emotions out. “My amazing girl. Fuck, I can’t wait to see you.”
“Rin, I have to go,” you say, and he hears the gruff voice of the doctor. “I love you so much. Come home safe, you’re no use to me dead.”
“Okay, princess,” he sighs shakily, burying his face in Komori’s stomach to cry. “I love you.”
“I love you too, baby. You’re gonna be fine.”
He’s 99% sure he should be saying that to you, and not you to him. But regardless.
He waits for the line to die before taking the phone from his ear, blinking up at Komori with absolute heaviness in his heart.
“I should’ve been there,” he whimpers.
“You couldn’t control it, buddy.”
“But I should’ve been there. Not three cities over for some charity that I don't even care about."
It doesn’t matter the assurances Komori could try to pass him. It doesn’t matter that you’re okay, you’re strong and you don’t need him in this moment.
He should’ve been there to squeeze your hand, watch his two babies come into this world with you, kiss your forehead and whisper loving words in your ear.
Ingredients: So This Happened To Pop Into My Head Out Of Fucking Nowhere. Enjoy sleep
| T. Satori
Tendou has no Idea how it came down to this, but he loves it. At first, he was just mixing up some batter and now chocolate was being thrown from across the kitchen, the counter was a mess, the cabinets and the fridge. Again, he loved it. Though it took a while to get used to, Tendou loved the fact that his kid wanted to learn how to bake with him instead of watching him. So, he picked up his little boy, cleaned off the stray Mix that was on his face, and they both ended up finishing the cake they were baking.
Needless to say, They Were In Trouble When You Got Home, But Hey? Tendou and his little boy had fun and That’s all that matters
| M. Osamu
Okay, THIS was a problem. How the hell did egg stains get all the counter? For all he knows, he was making omelettes for breakfast and now there were egg stains all over the counter and on the stove. He was NEVER this messy, well up until now, he guesses. Looking over at the couch, where his baby girl was sitting, playing around. She did look a bit.. off. Normally she’d be louder. Once Osamu has collected himself, he went over to his little girl, giving her a look.
“You know I’m not mad at you.. right??”
The younger gave a small smile, turning her face to her Dad, which had egg stains all over her face.
You were still wondering how she had gotten this way, but Osamu didn’t say a thing.
tw// slllllightly suggestive for the point of comedy, rintaro being goofy, children arguing lol
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Akito, Kaiya, and the terror twins haven’t touched one dish in forty minutes.
There’s a lot of fighting happening in the kitchen, about who’s going to scrub and who’s going to load the dish washer, and from your twins, who’s going to wash their hands first.
Akito, at the ripe age of 15, is having absolutely nothing to do with Kaiya’s scrubbing, complaining it’s not “good enough.” Kaiya reminds him that she does not care.
Rintaro knows you’re tired. Exhausted even, the kids have all been at each other’s throats all week, and he watches your eyes flutter shut to try and block out the arguing, only to open and finish packing the leftovers, trying to be strong and let them figure it out for themselves.
Your shoulders start to shake from anxiety, hands stalling, and Rintaro feels his heart breaking.
He’s got to step in, be a firm dad, even if his kids don’t always take him seriously.
“Alright, enough,” Rintaro growls, making his way over to the four kids in the kitchen. You turn to face him too, a brow quirked in wonder for his new attitude. “Listen to me; your mother threw her back into dinner, I did all your laundry, and now you want to whine about dishes? We all help with chores, tonight is no different. What is the hold up? Why the fighting?”
“Wouldn’t have to if Kaiya knew how to scrub the dish before passing it to me!” Akito hisses.
“Does the dishwasher not do that for me!” She grumbles.
“Sachie pushed me out of the way of the sink!” Sachiko whines.
“She usin’ all the soap!” Sachie complains.
“Okay, that’s it!” Rintaro bites. The room goes quiet. You stop putting away left overs and turn to face him, a smirk slowly growing. His eyes look to yours, and he watches your teeth sink into your lip at his display of authority.
God, how he loves that look on you.
…..an idea pops in his head.
“From now on, you all want to give me attitude and fight with me on chores? I’m flirting with mom in front of you.”
“WHAT?”
There’s a chorus of confusion that breaks out over the kitchen, Akito pulling a face of disgust while Kaiya groans in disbelief. “That’s right,” Rintaro continues. “You want to whine about doing dishes, or cleaning your rooms, or folding your laundry, I’m going to hit on mom!” His head turns to you, a smirk in his features, “hey there, sugar.”
You start to giggle nervously, warmth spreading over your face as your hands come up to hide it, “rinnie!”
“God, you’re so pretty,” he rasps, and in the background, Kaiya wails in agony. “How’s about you and I uh… get to know each other-“
“Oh my god dad, please-“ Akito begs.
“We get it, you’re obsessed with mom,” Kaiya manages behind her hands.
Your five year olds, however, giggle at the displays of affection, watching your body language tense up in embarrassment for Rintaro’s sudden display. It’s something all your kids used to do, growing up watching Rintaro be all over you. As they’ve gotten older, their excitement to watch their parents love on each other has turned into embarrassment, but there’s no doubt in any of the kids’ minds about how in love you two are.
And at the end of the day, that’s all you both want.
Rintaro smirks and rests his hands on your hips, big hands splaying over the bones, “man, you drive me wild, you know that? Makes me wanna give you another baby-“
“NO!” You wail, interrupting whatever he was about to say.
“DAAAAAAAD!”
“WE’RE SORRY!”
“Wait, so where do babies come from?”
“From now on,” Rintaro continues, looking at his four kids over his shoulder (and purposefully ignoring the last question). “You wanna be brats? I hit on the mom. This is not a democracy nor a negotiation. The more you complain, the more mom’s gonna blush.” He looks back at you and smirks, “because holy cow do I love to make mom blush.”
“EUGHHH!”
The only sounds for a moment are giggles from Sachie and Sachiko, everyone holding their breath to see if Rintaro will continue with his affections, or if he’s already thrown in the towel.
“I don’t hear any dishes or hands being washed!”
Immediately, all four kids spring into action, dishes softly clanging while Akito and Kaiya whisper among themselves in embarrassment over what they just witnessed. Sachie and Sachiko take turns pumping the hand soap for each other, making the plastic bottle covered in sticky soap, but at least the fighting has ceased.
Rintaro sighs and puckers his lips out for a kiss, which you offer him excitedly. “Thank you,” you murmur against him.
HI EMMY!! CONGRATS ON YOUR MILESTONE!!! <3 i'd like to request family time w atsumu where they visit his childhood home for the weekend, please! <333333 (i am so predictable)
The car tires crunch over familiar concrete as the butterflies in Atsumu’s stomach start to flutter. Nothing has changed, barely down to the businesses that are still standing from when he was a kid. Behind him, Kousei rattles a toy, and Hisako talks his ear off, about how she can’t wait to play with her grandmother’s jewelry box, how her crayons are better then the ones at home, and how she makes the best breakfast ever.
Atsumu’s cheeks hurt from smiling, and he uses his hand closest to you to rest on your thigh, thumb stroking over the muscles happily, more than eager to see his family and be back at home for the next few days, his new family joining him on the trek to become one with his old.
Next to him, you’re encouraging Hisako, only to then rest your hand on top of his, squeezing him lovingly as he turns onto his street.
“Daddy, you think Kousei gon’ walk today?” Hisako asks, and Atsumu looks at her in the rear view mirror, “well, it’s a tossup, honey. But maybe Grammy has that magic to make him walk.”
“Grammy has magic?!” She asks in amazement, and Kousei squeals in excitement. “Grammy magic!”
“You said your first word at Grammy’s house,” you tell your little girl, and atsumu offers you a soft ‘thats right’ in confirmation.
“Really?” She gasps. “What I say?”
“Berry,” he says, and in the mirror, he sees her eyes light up. “Although, when you said it, it was ‘bewwy.’”
Hisako giggles and eagerly looks out the window to stare at the passing trees, bouncing in her seat as you trail down the road before turning a right, and finally the form of Miya Atsumu’s childhood home comes into view, his heart soaring at the sight.
He sees Osamu’s car parked outside, along with his two other Uncles vehicles, and he smirks as he parks behind his brother, trapping him from leaving. On the porch sits his mother in a rocking chair, and he barely opens his own door before Hisako unbuckles herself and lets herself out of the car to dash to the arms of her grandmother. “Hisako!”
You pat his thigh, “let her go. We’ll reinstate the terrors of leaping out of a car later.”
“You’re right,” he sighs, smiling and nodding his head towards the babbling Kousei in the back. “Get the little man, I’ll grab his baby bag.”
“You got it boss,” you giggle, slipping out to grab your son from the back of the car. Atsumu steps out, takes a deep breath of fresh air, and a giant grin splays on his face as he relishes in the feeling of home.
NOT A REQUEST DONT YOU DARE WRITE IT I just want to make you laugh at a thought that I had.... I spent my entire morning reading ALL of your suna x reader writings bc I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK.... and I just realized that if the writings are all in the same universe then I can only imagine akito's deadpan reaction to seeing his mom's name as "doodoo fart" on his dad's phone. or worse all the kids start calling their mom that to both of the parent's horror LMAO. like one of the terror twins and Kaiya are DEFINITELY whipping it out one day lol. the conclusion is that suna is sleeping on the couch with the traitors tn while mom!reader gets to cuddle with her angels.
BUT I WANT TO WRITE IT SO BAD
Bc Akito finds it out by accident and just goes “who the heck is doodoo fart?” and rin’s just like “oh your mother.”
“Mom’s doodoo fart?”
“Yeah. I think I’m booger eater in her phone or something else feral.”
“That’s vile.”
Rintaro just smirks, and in perfect timing you come in with the two little twins in your arms, “rinnie, can you help me bathe the tiny terrors?” To which your husband nods, and your son, confidently, firmly, without missing a beat, goes:
“He’d love to, doodoo fart.”
The world stills as you shoot a fake smile at rintaro, the twins looking up at you while Akito chuckles to himself. Rintaro chews his lip, “Akito, tell me, why you’re trying to get me killed?”
“Because it’s funny.”
“Yeah. Hilarious.”
“What’s Hilary-us?” Kaiya asks, and before rintaro can stop him, Akito laughs at his sisters question.
“Mom’s nickname is doodoo fart.”
Your cheeks blaze as your six year old giggles, and at the laughter, your twins echo the sound and paw at your face, “Rinnie?”
“…yeah?”
“You’re sleeping on the couch.”
“….i know.”
“Sleepover in mom’s room?” Akito asks, and Kaiya cheers while rintaro groans.
Naturally, you were the first to stir, the pitch of your toddlers voice being something you’d been able to recognize even before it slipped from her mouth. It’s muffled slightly behind a pacifier, but it’s still loud enough for your Keiji to wake beside you.
“Mei, my love, light of my life…” there’s a pause. “Why are you awake?” The bed shifts next to you, and it’s plenty hard to cover your laughter as it is, let alone with the causality in Keiji’s asking.
“Snack time?” The small voice peeps. There’s another pause, and this time, Keiji’s trying not to laugh, and he tries to mask such a reaction with a cough.
“N-No, baby it’s uhm…” he looks over at the clock. “It’s two in the morning, snack time’s not for a few hours now.”
“But I’m hungryyyy!” Mei whines, prompted by a ‘shhhh,’ from your husband. “Okay, okay baby, just don’t wake mommy up.”
Too late. But you appreciate the effort. With a yawn, you feel the bed lighten next to you as Keiji stands up. He grunts softly, and you assume he’s picked Mei up to speed up the process.
The rest is fairly quiet, save for the occasional laughter from your three year old and the deep voice breaking through of Keiji. You sigh and follow Keiji’s example, toeing on slippers and finally making your way out to the kitchen, shivering slightly at the cold.
“…that’s why we go to bed every night,” a drowsy voice hums from the kitchen, and you can’t help but chuckle softly at yourself.
“But that’s not what uncle Bo says!” She gasps, and you watch from the doorframe as Keiji drops his head with a defeated sigh, “yeah. Remind me to stop letting you hang out with him.”
Your hand physically comes up to cover your mouth in an attempt to keep yourself unknown, you just want to soak in the scene a little more- Keiji’s arms flex as he balances his fatigued frame against the counter, arms caging Mei while familiar blue eyes blink up at him. It’s something he does commonly to prevent her from falling, but now he just looks like he’s doing it for himself than anything.
“Uncle Bo says you n’ mommy used to be fun, but I think you’re lots of fun, daddy!”
You hear a husky chuckle slip out of Keiji’s lips, and he offers her a shrug and a sigh of exhaustion, “I appreciate that, princess. But please, finish your cereal.”
“I think you’re fun too,” you say, stifling your laughter when Keiji absolutely buckles his knees from fright, nearly collapsing to the floor while your daughter cackles with her mouth full of dry cereal. When he finally is able to recover from his folded knees, he sends you a playful glare and a shake of his head, “oh you’re such a biiii…” he stops himself at the remembrance that his child was right there, and when you cock your brow in challenge, he clears his throat. “-beautiful, loving soul, who I’m proud to call my wife.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought you said,” you grin, stalking into the kitchen and wrapping your arms around Keiji’s waist. He’s still warm from the sleep he was robbed from, and you nudge your nose against the dip in his back. “Do you want a snack too, my love?”
“Nah,” he yawns. “If I eat now, I’ll be up the rest of the night.”
“Babe,” you snort, watching your toddler put the tiny marshmallows in her cereal to one side, the actual part of cereal to another, her feet swinging softly as she does. “I think we will be, anyways.”
He sighs and drops his head in defeat, “an apple with some peanut butter, please.” You snicker again as you place a kiss to the back of his neck, finally parting to go make his snack.
And sure, tomorrow morning, when Keiji has to snooze his alarm four times, you’ll both regret this. And when you and Mei go to the grocery store, you might fall asleep on your feet as you wait in line, but that doesn’t matter now.
Because right now, there’s a little bundle of joy sat on the smooth countertop sorting her marshmallows from her cereal, and the man who helped make her so perfect stands just a few feet away, sweatpants low on his hip while he forces himself to stay awake.
And there’s not one thing you’d do to change the memory you’re making.
GOSH I SUDDENLY REMEMBERED YOUR FIC ABOUT THE FIRST WORD OF MIYA ATSUMU'S DAUGHTER 😆 i love all your hq dad scenarios but that one is my faveee 🐥🫶
that's all. just wanted to stop by. hehehe. have a good week!! 💗
NO BECAUSE I 150% IMAGINE THAT ONCE SHE’S TALKING MORE, SHE GOES THROUGH A PHASE OF PICKING UO EVERY CURSE WORD THAT PASSES THROUGH ANYONES LIPS.
God forbid she say other things, just curse words.
You don’t blame her, she doesn’t know better! And admittedly, now that she’s started, you find yourself slipping too, saying a little thing here and there, and cringing when she easily parrots it back.
You cursed when you spilt your drink over some papers- she said it right back for the next several hours.
Atsumu dropped the f-bomb when he dropped a bag of groceries, and from your arms, she dropped it right back.
But this time, the most unlikely person cusses. The one person you thought for sure she’d never hear a cuss from, the one soul you could count on, suddenly betrayed you when Kita Shinsuke accidentally got paint on the floor, and she didn’t miss a beat in repeating it.
“Ssssshit!” He says, just above a frustrated hiss. You gasp. Atsumu snorts.
He tenses slightly, his brows furrowed as he immediately stops what he’s doing to look at his little girl gushing about her boyfriend that she held hands with today. As you entertain the idea, you see him shifting, grumbling a passive-aggressive “oh, I don’t like this,” as she rambles.
“No you didn’t,” he replies instantly as your daughter pouts back up at him, almost sad at his words and the snap of them. You offer him a scold and a gentle smack on his arm, and he holds his hands up in defense, “what! She’s five! I’m not letting her have a boyfriend, no way, I’ll get you a pony before I let you get a boyfriend-“
“YOULL GET ME A PONY?”
KUROO, Sakusa, Tanaka, Noya, Aran (cause his baby is growin up too fast smh </3), SUNA, TSUKISHIMA, SEMI, Matsukawa, Kyotani, Iwaizumi
*
“Is that right!” He asks, smiling as he picks his daughter up and plants a kiss to her cheek. “I’m glad you’re making friends with boys too, my baby. Maybe one day he can come over to play, and mommy and daddy can meet his family, hmm?”
Like any good man shOULD-
Asahi, Sugawara, KITA, Akagi, Akaashi
*
His head whips around so far you’re almost convinced he hurt himself, his brows furrowing as his little girl giggles at his dramatic reaction, though you know it’s shamelessly genuine, “WHO TOLD YOU YOU COULD HAVE A BOYFRIEND?”
“But daaaaaaddy!!”
“HOW OLD DO YOU THINK- WHEN DO YOU- WHO IS-“
“Oooookay, I think you broke daddy,” you snort, taking the giggling child from his arms as he struggles to ask all fifty of the questions that cloud his brain at once.
ATSUMU, BOKUTO, HINATA, LEV, HANAMAKI, OIKAWA, TERUSHIMA
