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just a little family chaos ^^” poor daishou

77. “I lost our child.”

As the words passed his lips, you could feel your heart sinking, apprehension taking it’s place.

“This is a joke,” you said to your husband. Laughing nervously, you desperately tried to reassure yourself, “Suguru, stop. It’s not funny, where is she?”

He paused, unsure of what to tell you. He really did lose her; one second he remembers holding her little hand between his fingers, and the next he’s scouring every single store in the mall looking for the familiar little head of brown pigtails.

You took his silence to mean the worst, panicking immediately.

“Are you kidding?! How did you even loose another person?!”

Daishou tries calming you down while simultaneously defending his pride as a father, “She let go of my hand-”

“And you didn’t notice?!”

“-Just calm down, babe, we’ll just ask the front desk to make an announcement and keep a lookout. I’m sure she’s fine, she’s a smart girl.”

Despite his words, he couldn’t help but feel extremely guilty, praying to as many gods as he could think of to make sure that his daughter was all right.

Twenty stressful minutes later, a security guard came into the customer service office, your blubbering and tearful daughter in tow. The man bent down to soothe her, pointing at the pair of you, “Look, honey, your parents are right here.”

Before either of you could realize what was happening, she was barreling into Daishou’s legs, clinging to him like she’d never let go. In moments, he had her scooped up in his arms, pressing her face into his neck,

“I’m so sorry,” Daishou said, voice thick with relief. “You’re never leaving my sight again.”

Despite the series of events that had led up to this moment, you could feel so much love and adoration well up in your chest for your little family. Deciding to join them, you pressed a tender kiss to the top of your little girl’s head before making room for yourself under one of Daishou’s arms, content just spending time with them.

extra:

As your head rested in the crook of Daishou’s neck, you whispered for only him to hear, “Don’t think this conversation is over.”

apparently i don’t know what a drabble is because this definitely goes over the limit lol but whatever i really liked doing this one! thanks for requesting :)

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it’s really freaking long guys...

39. “I forgot I was a single parent.”

When you first met Oikawa, you were two years out of college. 

You two had chemistry from the start, the end of the first date sparking the beginning of a second, and a third, and a fourth, and a fifth. It was after the fifth when your relationship changed.

I want to introduce you to someone, the text had said. Would you mind coming over?

You cheerily agreed, secretly wondering who he was referring to. 

His parents? you thought. No, no, it’s too soon for that. We’re not technically together, yet… We should probably have that conversation soon.

Apparently, Oikawa was on the same wavelength; when he opened the door he looked nervous as all hell, staring at you blankly before realizing he should probably invite you in. The next few moments were a haze in your memory, but you do recall wondering why there were so many baby toys lying around. At the time, your flustered mind couldn’t piece together the pieces - baby toys, a playpen, table corner guards - fast enough before Oikawa disappeared into the other room, emerging soon after, baby girl on his hip. 

A long conversation succeeded these events as Oikawa sat next to you on the couch, daughter sat curiously in his lap. She had reached out to you, a cheerful hello bubbling past her lips, and it was then when you knew.

I went with the less angsty route lol I love Nishinoya too much to make his stories angsty (also I’m pretty bad at angst :/)

144. “Get out of my face before I hit you.”

You couldn’t shake him off. You didn’t even know who he was, but he looked older – you guessed he was a student from the local college.

“Just one date, beautiful. Come on, I’ll make every second worth your while.”

His voice was icy, leering at you from above; it made chills run up and down your spine and goosebumps erupt on your arms – in the worst way possible.

Subtly, you shifted your school bag in front of you, trying to create as much distance between you as you could without alerting him. Shaking your head, you responded, tone polite but steely nonetheless, “I’m sorry I really can’t.”

The man in front of you pouted, “Aw, why not? I promise I’ll show you a good time.”

He grabbed your hand and red flags and alarms went off in your head; you really needed to get out of there.

“I should really get going. I–”

You were interrupted by a somewhat familiar voice filtering in from behind you, “Hey man, isn’t it obvious? She doesn’t want to. Just let it go.”

A sneer contorted the stranger’s face as he rose an eyebrow, “Get lost, kid. This is between two adults.”

Your savior, whom you recognized as the second year on the volleyball team Nishinoya Yuu, frowned. You guessed he didn’t take too kindly to being called small, but you had to hand it to him, he kept his composure well.

“Doesn’t matter. She said she doesn’t wanna go on a date with you, let her go.”

And he did. But only to shove his face into Nishinoya’s personal space, challenging him, “Say one more thing, kid, I swear to God.”

You stood to the side – you probably should’ve turned around and ran in the opposite direction, but shock kept you rooted to the spot – watching as Nishinoya, in the blink of an eye, twisted the guy’s arm behind him.

“Call me kid again. I dare you.” His voice was a deep growl, a complete contrast to his reputation. He scoffed, “Get out of my face before I hit you.”

Nishinoya released your pushy perpetrator, who clicked his tongue in response, mumbling something about stupid kids and how you weren’t worth it anyways as he sauntered off, nursing his damaged pride. Nishinoya turned to you and for a moment you forgot you were standing there.

“Hey, are you okay?”

You snapped out of your shaken trance to nod, flashing him a grateful smile, “Yeah I am. Thanks for that. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t showed up when you did.”

Nishinoya felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of your pretty smile. Now that the adrenaline had made its way out of his system, Nishinoya was at a loss; he was talking to a pretty third year!

He stammered, “Uh, yeah. No problem. I, uh, hate guys like that, you know?”

You giggled at his sudden nervousness, nodding your head, “Me too.”

An awkward silence fell between you two after your response, and he scratched the back of his neck, “Do you, uh…Would you mind of I walked you home?”

You suppressed another laugh, finding his shy demeanor endearing, adjusting your school bag strap on your shoulder, “I wouldn’t mind one bit. I’m [Name], by the way.”

aw thanks for the love :)

117. “Can I do your hair?”

“Can I do your hair?”

“What?” A very not spiky-haired Bokuto asked. “Why?”

You shrugged your shoulders laying on your stomach to grin up at him, “Please, Kou?”

How could he say no to you?

His propensity to always agree to your requests is what brought him to his current state: sitting in a too small stool in front of you, sans shirt and hair gel.

Standing behind him, hands slathered in Old Spice mousse you grinned at him in the mirror, “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll take good care of you.”

He chuckled nervously, “Alright…Just– just don’t do anything too weird. We have dinner reservations in an hour.”

You hummed in response, and to Bokuto, it sounded suspiciously like you weren’t listening to him.

Apparently though, the feeling of your finger running through his hair threw him into a trance as he closed his eyes, too blissful to realize the mistake he made when he granted you access to his hair products.

I love the thought of kuroo as a boyfriend so much; you just know he’d be a good one.

thanks for the request!! :)

136. “You had a nightmare. You wanna tell me what it was about so I can fix it?”

Ow!

Your knee came in contact with the small of Kuroo’s back as you thrashed around in bed, whimpers dispersed between desperate gasps of air. Kuroo turned to face you, intending to try and soothe you out of whatever nightmare you were having, but when he saw the look on your face he decided he needed to wake you up.

Tears were falling freely from your tightly shut eyes, and it looked like you were about to scream. Moving closer to you, Kuroo let his body heat soothe you, as his hand combed back the sweaty hair sticking to your forehead. He leaned over, pressing tender kisses to your temple, gently coaxing you out of your restless slumber in between them.

Eventually, you calmed down, leaning into Kuroo’s chest. Your eyes slowly peeled themselves open, and Kuroo could feel his chest constrict when he saw the remaining tears swimming in your eyes. Swiping at your cheeks with his thumbs, he kissed your forehead one last time before resting his own against yours.

“You had a nightmare.”

You still looked terrified, but he could see the relief slowly flood your vision, “I had a nightmare.” Your voice trembled as you spoke, trying to reassure yourself, and Kuroo couldn’t help but move closer, silently assuring you that whatever was plaguing your dreams couldn’t ever get you – silently assuring you that he was there.

“You had a nightmare,” he repeated, slowly. “You wanna tell me what it was about? How can I fix it?”

More tears flooded your vision, and for a brief moment, Kuroo was afraid he’d made it worse, but when you threw your arms around his neck, tackling him onto his back and into a tight hug, he realized your tears weren’t ones of fear but of relief.

He gladly returned the hug, arms coming around to pull your waist comfortingly against his, listening intently as you rehashed the twisted events of your unconscious misery.