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AAAAAAAAAH REQUESTS ARE OPEN 😭😂 AHEM hello!!! welcome back btw 😊 tumblr is not the same without youuu but i'd like to request a bestfriend au with tsukki, kuroo, and iwa where the reader was asked to give a love letter to them but the reader was hesitant to pass it and the boys found out about it? hehe please make it fluffy to mend my broken heart 🙏🥺
but if it's too much, don't hesitate to ignore it, love 😊
« Crossing Boundaries.
- the one in which you’re asked to pass on a love letter to your best friend, but what’s stopping you? Why does it...hurt?
You glance at the outstretched letter in the girl’s hand, shouldering your bag with a tilt of your head. Who was this girl again?
“Um...”
“You’re Tsukishima-Kun’s best friend!” She blurts, startling you slightly as your eyes widen a fraction. “I...want him to go out with me. You’re just so easy to approach, Y/N-chan!”
Jaw slacking, you watch as she deeply bows before skittering off with a bright hue to her cheeks, a hopeful glint in her eyes as you glance down at the carefully sealed letter in your hand. No doubt were her feelings sealed in the contents of this letter, it wouldn’t be a big deal to be the messenger, right?
The sudden sick feeling in your stomach was nothing, right?
“Oi. I know I said you were scatterbrained, but did you seriously not realize classes ended for the day?”
You flinch at the feeling of Tsukishima pinching your cheek to catch your attention, staring down at you increduously as you find a wobbly grin taking place, your hands automatically opening your bag.
“Is my amazing best friend actually offering to walk me home?” You feign shock as Tsukishima rolls his eyes.
“Who said that? Buy me snacks, get a move on.” The blonde scoffs, jutting his chin in the direction of the door before you swallow back the tightness in your throat.
“Fine. Let’s go.”
You zip up your bag, noting that it felt a little heavier than before. Tsukishima picks up on your silence on the walk to the convenience store, noting that you seemed a little down. He nudges your side as you stare blankly off into the onigiri aisle, tilting his head in a silent question.
“Eh? Uh, just grab whatever. I’m not even hungry.”
“Since when?” Tsukishima retorts, easily grabbing an extra bun and your favorite canned fruit juice along with his snacks before ringing them up, leaving you behind.
Would he do this with that girl if they started dating?
“Ah, I thought I was buying.”
“Get that pout off your face and eat.” Tsukishima leans against the glass windows of the convenience store, unwrapping your bun for you before shoving it in your direction. “What’s with you?”
You scoff playfully, nibbling the soft bread. “As if you care.”
“You’re right. I don’t.”
Tsukishima smirks into his meat bun as you glare in his direction, content with the quietness of your friendship that was built on playful insults and each other’s presence.
Your fingers twitched as the meat bun lowered in one of your hands, the other fiddling with the zipper on your bag.
Who were you to stop him from potential happiness?
“Here.”
Tsukishima glances down at the letter, brown eyes widening a little bit.
“This from you?”
You take a big bite out of your bun, knowing that the foreign hurt you felt in your stomach would arise again if you answered his question.
“Is this why you were acting so weird earlier?” He prompts another question as you swallow your mouthful, examining the unopened letter.
“You should’ve just told me, idiot.”
It hurts to look at him. It sounds like he’s fighting to keep his amusement out of his voice.
“I know.” You crumple your wrapper, refusing to look in his direction. The corners of your lips are forcibly turned upwards as you feel Tsukishima staring at you seriously.
“Does this mean we can’t be friends anymore?” Your voice sounds small, and Tsukishima’s scoff made your heart fall into your stomach.
“Well, duh.”
You knew it.
“People who date aren’t friends. I accept your confession, stupid. Stop looking so sad.”
Your head snaps up, eyes widening at his words. Realization melts into your gaze as it darts from the pink tinge of hid ears to to the unopened letter. He hadn’t even read the contents of it.
“Kei. I didn’t write that letter.”
The silence that settles between the two of you is borderline unbearable. Tsukishima rips the letter open, eyes skimming it’s contents before his jaw clenches.
“I see that now.”
“Ha...sorry.” You mumble awkwardly, heat brimming your cheeks as your best friend pockets the letter, making your heart sink further.
“Might as well accept, huh?”
“R-really?”
“Is she cute?” Tsukishima throws his trash away as he walks ahead of you, leaving you to trail after him as you stare at his back as you do so, nails biting into your palms.
“Do I know her? Do you know her?” He stops walking, and you bump into his back. The tall blonde doesn’t look back at you, the colorful sky of the setting sun acting as a background for his tall figure.
“Why were you so hesitant in giving me her letter?”
Tsukishima’s irritation finally boils over at your continued silence, finally glancing back at you only for his brown irises to widen.
One more question. Perhaps the most important one.
“Why are you crying?”
You hastily wipe at the tears as your best friend faces you fully, his grip on the strap of his bag loosening so his arm falls down at his side. His arm is hesitant as it raises, hand carefully cupping your face as his thumb brushes your tears to the side.
“I-I don’t know-!” You hiccup. Why did it feel like you were losing something that was standing right in front of you?
“Y/N.” One careful motion has Tsukishima’s hand lifting your face to meet his usually stoic eyes.
“Do you like me?”
“Do I?” Your response is hushed, making Tsukishima scoff, his other hand reaching out to grab your waist on the empty sidewalk.
“Only one way to find out, dumbass.”
His lips are on yours before you can hiccup another response, and your hand wraps around his wrist that’s cupping your face as your heart seems to finally relax.
“So?” Tsukishima murmurs, lips still grazing yours when he pulls back slightly.
Ah. He made the pain stop.
“I don’t know. I think you need to do it again.”
“You’re an idiot.” The blonde is smirking now, tugging you closer.
“So you don’t want to?” You ask innocently as Tsukishima throws a crumpled ball of paper behind him. He looks at you in annoyance, but his eyes hold something else as he grips your chin.
“Don’t put words in my mouth. Especially since you made a fool of me earlier.”
“I never said it was from me!”
“Do you want me to kiss you again, or not?”
Kuroo
“If you would, I’d be so grateful!”
“Ah, wait-!”
You sigh as the unknown girl blends into the crowd at the volleyball match, making you hang your head and sigh as the sound of your name makes you perk up from within the stands.
“Y/N-chaaaan, you’re here to see me!”
“Lies.”
“Hi Lev! You did so well out there!” You wave at your much taller underclassman, ignoring your best friend before yelping a little when Lev glomps you like a little kid. Your best friend’s stare from over his teammates shoulder is unamused as Kuroo grabs the back of Lev’s shirt.
“Y/N’s here to give me a ride home. Get your own best friend, kid.”
“You have Kenma!”
“No he doesn’t.” Kenma pops up on your other side, and you withhold a giggle as Kuroo rolls his eyes, quite literally plucking you up from the crowding of his teammates by the waist. You sweatdrop when he flings you over his shoulder, whistling as the raven-haired captain carries you over to the exit.
“You promised you wouldn’t do this anymore.”
“I make no such promises.”
“Kuroo-senpai, it’s okay to be jealous!” An irritated heat fills your cheeks as Kenma and Lev get farther away, the latter offering two large thumbs up.
“Awh, listen to your underclassman.” You tease, and Kuroo easily shuffles around in your purse to get your keys as you suddenly still. Would he find the note that his fan had given you?
...wait. Why did you think that was a bad thing?
“Yeah, yeah. Do you want me to drive?”
“You could just ride home on the bus with your teammates like a normal person.” You quip as Kuroo carefully sets you down before unlocking your car, opening the door for you as you roll your eyes and get in.
“If I did, would you still come to my games, sweetheart?” The captain’s cat-like smile was easy as he rests his forearm atop your car door, tilting his head in amusement.
“Don’t call me that.” Heat never fails to swirl in your cheeks at Kuroo’s flirtatious nature before he snickers, closing your door before reminding you to watch out for your legs.
“By the way, what was with the letter in your bag?”
Your chest sinks.
“None of your business.”
You blink, the words slipping out automatically before Kuroo shrugs, putting your car into motion. Questions flitted around your head as to why, Kuroo’s speaking of his volleyball match acting as background noise.
“...Kitten, are you even listening to me?”
“Yep. I love serves. Go team.”
Kuroo smirks, keeping his eyes on the road with his forearm bent in a relaxed manner resting on top of your seat.
“What’s going on in that pretty little head?”
“How your teammates are cuter than you.”
“Ow.”
You laugh, but there’s weight to it. Biting your lip, guilt swimming in your stomach for even considering not giving it to him. Hastily, you reach out to put the letter in the compartment on his dashboard.
“What’s that?” Kuroo’s feral eyes glance at the paper before flitting back to the road, and you look out the window with a strained smile.
“Yours. A girl at the match wanted me to give it to you.”
You wait for the cocky retort and barrage of questions as to who, but it doesn’t come. Eyebrow quirking at his silence, you glance at your best friend to see his jaw had clenched, grip on the steering wheel tightening.
“Kuroo-?” You blink when he swerves into the next gas station, the lot mostly empty save for a few patrons buying cigarettes. You tilt your head, thoroughly confused as he stares at the paper sitting on his dashboard.
“You said it was none of my business.”
“And...?” you urge him to continue. “I obviously didn’t-”
“Y/N, did you not want to give me her letter?”
When did his tone get so serious?
You felt like a deer in the headlights. Curse him for being so smart.
“H-Huh? You’re overthinking things...” You force out a scoff, looking out your window again to see that the rest of the patrons had left.
“In that case...” Kuroo mumbles as you see from his peripheral vision grab the letter.
“Do you have to read it now?” The question tumbles from your lips before you realize it, completely oblivious to the hurt that shone over your eyes as Kuroo notices immediately.
“I’m going to say yes.”
Your jaw slackens before you quickly pull yourself together. What was with you?
“Y-You don’t even know who...” Your lips were trembling as Kuroo locked eyes with you seriously, but you steadied your breathing quickly before a smile takes place.
“I’m happy for you.”
“Dammit, Y/N-” Kuroo’s voice was near a growl as he unbuckled his seatbelt, capturing your lips with his as his hand rests on the back of your neck, tugging you towards him. You gasp into the unexpected kiss, shocked at the fact that you liked it.
Breathless, his chest rises as he catches his breath when he pulls back, the captain’s eyes brimmed with annoyance as you meet his gaze with a dumbfounded one.
“I hand you all the chances in the damn world on a silver platter, and I kiss you first? In a gas station parking lot? Damn, Kenma was right. I am a wuss.”
“W-Wha...” You blink once, then twice before Kuroo’s thumb grazes your bottom lip.
“I’m gonna kiss you again if you don’t reply in three seconds. I’m about to internally combust.”
A smile stretches over your lips slowly, and that’s enough for the dark-haired captain to kiss you with a fervor unknown, as if he had been holding himself back this whole time-
the folded letter laying forgotten on the dashboard.
Iwaizumi
“This close.” You pinch your fingers together as Hanamaki and Matsukawa look down at you in amusement. “This close to beating up your captain because his stupid fangirls give me his stupid fucking confessions to give to him because the girls at our school lack the balls to do it.”
“It can’t all be that bad.” Hanamaki muses as you hand him a certain one, the tall boy skimming the letter before his nose gushes out blood.
“Did...did you just get a nosebleed-”
"It’s rude to read a person’s mail!” Oikawa pipes up, snatching the letter from Hanamaki before pouting in your direction.
“It’s okay, they’re anonymous. Gotta make sure their not death threats.” You give the captain finger guns, and he gasps in shock in response.
“Who would want to wish death upon a face this pretty?”
“Iwaizumi.” Hanamaki and Matsukawa’s responses are immediate, and you stifle a laugh as Oikawa immediately sulks. Your best friend was in the locker room for a post-practice shower, not present to confirm nor deny that statement.
“Oh! Speaking of Iwa-chan, there’s a letter for him in here too.”
Huh?
“Ah. I forgot he’s a little popular too.” Matsukawa hums, snatching the letter out of Oikawa’s pile and putting it on your face. “Here.”
“And what do you expect me to do with this?” You swat Matsukawa’s hand away, a frown settling on your lips that doesn’t go unnoticed by Makki.
“Ooh, is our cute little manager jealous?”
“What are you, six?”
“Is she getting defensive, Makki?”
“I think she is, Matsukawa.”
“Stop.” You groan, shooing the third years away as the pair of friends oblige, chuckling among themselves while leaving you with Oikawa.
“Y/N...do you like Iwa-chan?”
“We’re best friends.”
“That didn’t answer my question.” Oikawa was oddly serious, seeming to desperately want the answer out of you as you tilt your head in confusion as he steps closer to you.
“What-?”
“The truth is, Iwa-chan-”
“Oi. Are you talking about me?”
Oikawa claps his hand over his mouth, Iwaizumi glaring at his childhood friend before shaking his head no quickly.
“Would you look at the time!” Oikawa peers at his nonexistent watch as Iwaizumi huffs through his nose, peering down at you next as you bite the inside of your cheek. On instinct, you had hidden the letter in your hand behind your back.
“What’s with you?” Iwaizumi questions, taking the towel slung over your shoulder to wipe at the nape of his neck. “Did that piece of shit say something weird to you?”
“That piece of shit is our friend.”
“Sadly.” Iwa’s response is immediate, and you giggle, making his features soften a little bit. “So did he?”
“Is there a dirty little secret I don’t know about?” You muse, crossing your arms as Iwa’s movements to dry the back of his neck seem to still momentarily.
“Nope.”
“Hm. Unconvincing.”
“What’s that behind your back?” The spiker changes the subject, and your mouth suddenly goes dry as the door sliding open steals both of your attention. Matsukawa smirked at you as Hanamaki flashed you a thumbs up as they left, Oikawa winking before taking his leave as well.
“We should get going too.” You awkwardly sidestep away, hesitation in your movement as Iwaizumi tilts his head in thought.
“Right, but first-”
You yelp, Iwaizumi faster than you as he pulls you by the shoulder, your back hitting his chest comfortably as his hand easily slips the letter out of your grasp.
“What’s this?”
Dammit.
“Oh um, a letter for you.”
Dammit. Dammit.
“Did you write it?”
Why do you feel so unsettled?
“N-No...”
Iwaizumi blinks, opening up the letter to skim its’ contents before you try to make a quiet escape. You don’t come out victorious, Iwa easily catching your collar as mid-sentence to corrupt your plans.
It’s quiet when he finishes reading it, and he crumples it up before shoving it in his pocket.
“Who’s the lucky girl? Do you know her?”
Your best friend ignores your upbeat tone, glancing at you with his hand shoved in his pocket.
“...why were you hiding it?”
“Hm?”
He begins to move towards you.
“Did you...not like me receiving a confession?”
“What are you talking about?” You move backwards with every step he takes forward, nervously avoiding his dark eyes as your back finally hits the wall.
“I didn’t even know it was a confession...” You ramble, and Iwa’s hand reaches out to touch the wall besides your waist, making your heart skip a beat. His stare was captivating, making your legs weak.
Since when did your best friend have such an effect on you?
“Iwa.” Your voice was near a whimper, making the dark-haired spiker wrap his arm around your waist, large hand resting on the small of your back. He seems uncertain with his movements, jaw clenched and forehead creased.
“Y/N.” Your noses were brushing now. “Would you hate me if I said I wanted to ruin our friendship?”
You stare at him in disbelief, finding your head shaking the slightest bit no-
and that’s all it takes for him to close the distance.
His large hand entangles in your hair, holding you closer to him as he kisses you deeply, yet gently. Your arms tremble as they wrap around his neck, pulling him towards you as you feel his lips softly turn upwards against yours.
Both of your breathing is heavy when you break the moment, heart beating out of your chest.
“Um, so what’s your answer to the confession-”
“Shut up.” Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, smirking when you giggle into the next kiss he presses on your lips.
hi! your inarizaki manager headcanons were super cute so i was wondering if I could request headcanons or a scenario idm! of inarizaki maybe accidentally making their smol manager cry? 🥺
𝐈𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐲
Warnings: Language, Atsumu being mean
WC: 1.5k
Genre: Angst if you squint, fluffy ending
A/N: I really enjoyed writing this one! Thank you for the awesome req anon 💞
It had been a long day for everyone, the summer camp was grueling. The first two days of the week-long camp had been going alright, however the boys had lost a lot more games than they had originally anticipated. They just couldn’t seem to get into the groove of it, and it was putting everybody in a slump.
The night of the second day of camp really put everyone on edge. Kita had called everyone, including you to the room they had been staying in to talk over why they have been in this slump and maybe find a solution. Opposing views on why the team was lacking during the past few days surfaced and Atsumus pessimistic attitude set something off in Suna, which resulted in the boys arguing.
Osamus bad habit of instigating emerged, which escalated the argument to a point where Kitas yelling would only fuel the argument more, which, in turn, made Aran try to calm Kita down, that then led to the two of them also arguing. Hitoshi had enough and left the room for a walk around the building, not even wanting to risk getting involved. Michinari and Ren sat with you in the corner, in silence, Michinari chose to stay purely for entertainment purposes, and Ren just wanted to sleep.
As you turned to spark conversation with Ren a loud slap echoed through the room. Quickly your head snapped back to the group of boys. It took a couple of seconds to register what was happening. Everyone stood in silence and shock as Suna held his fist, Atsumu gripping his cheek.
He glared at Suna before reeling back his arm to throw a punch towards him, Kita quickly grabbed his fist and shoved him against the wall, Aran dragged Suna outside, and Ren quickly scrambled up to follow the two boys.
“I don’t know what the fuck you two think you’re doing but I will absolutely not hesitate to tell coach and get you both kicked off of this fucking team! We aren’t fucking middle schoolers Atsumu! When we have a problem we talk it out like adults we don’t start throwing fucking punches ESPECIALLY when you two are fucking teammates!” Kita yells, barely taking a breath between words.
“If this shit continues the rest of camp you are both off the team. And you...we will have words.” Kita hisses, directing his final words at Osamu. Kita exits the room, leaving only The Miyas, you, and Michinari.
Quietly, you shuffle towards Atsumu, who had slumped himself against the wall, sitting on the floor while cupping his cheek. “A-Atsumu…” you whisper, slowly sitting down in front of him while Osamu stands behind you. Slowly you reach your hand out, “Can I...take a look at your cheek for you..? I should bandage it before it starts bruising..”
Gently you move to place your hand over his and right as the pads of your fingers touch his hand he slaps it away, scattering onto his feet. “Don’t fucking touch me. Get the fuck away from me..” He hisses at you, glaring down at you from above “I just-” “You just what? You’re only here because no other fucking club wanted you around! You thrive on the attention we give you in exchange for what? You nagging at us all hours of the fucking day? Give me a break, you have to be the most annoying girl I've ever met.”
It takes him a couple seconds to realize what he said, both him and Osamu are silent. Michinar had been slowly making his way out of the room, the door slightly ajar, but he, too, was now frozen in shock. Tears brimmed the corner of your eyes until they overflowed.
Quickly you stood up, running out of the half open door to be faced with the rest of the team who seemingly heard the whole thing. Too ashamed to look up at them you ran past, leaving the building. “I'll get her.” Aran spoke up, running in the direction you left while the rest of the team filed back into the room.
Atsumu stood, dejected, arms hanging by his sides with a look of regret on his face. “I didn't mean it..” He whispers. Kita sighs, running a hand through his hair. “We know that. She's the only person that could truly ever put up with you...but she doesn’t. And you know how she is. She's going to take it to heart, because it's coming from someone she looks up to.” he whispers.
Atsumu runs his hands over his face, sitting back on the ground. “Let's give her time...Let Aran work his magic.” Hitoshi says lightheartedly, sitting back on his mat.
-
The next day the team gets a very harsh scolding from their coach, the majority were issued warnings and went on their way. During the first couple hours of practice you were nowhere to be seen. After lunch the coach had called the boys for another meeting back in their room. He sat on the floor, placing his hands on his lap. “Can someone explain to me why Y/n just let me know that after the camp ends she will be resigning from her position?”
Almost immediately everyones heart simultaneously dropped, pure shock riddled with everyone's features. “Sh-she what?” Kita stutters out. “She told me today at lunch that she didn’t feel as though she was the correct person for the job, and that the team needed someone better. She offered me a list of potential new managers, however I feel like this has something to do with the fight that happened last night..”
The boys all looked at Atsumu and he quickly got up, exiting the room before running to the managers quarters. When he got there he knocked twice, opening it quickly to find you sitting alone on your mat, looking through a list of potential club options. “Y/n!” “A-ah...Atsumu, good afternoon..” you mutter, looking up at him then quickly looking back down.
“Why are you leaving the club? You know we need you-w-we’d be a mess if you didn’t take care of us like you do..” he stutters. Walking towards you slowly and sitting in front of you on the mat “You guys will be alright, it's not like I do much anyways...I gave a list of some really talented first years to the coach that should be an even better replacement.” “We want you! Y/n I know I said some really...really terrible things but I promise you I didn’t mean a word of it. I was just angry and I had been bottling it all up since we got here and I took it out on you and it wasn't fair. You take such good care of us...You make us each feel cared for and you do everything we ask of you and go above and beyond..You hold us together and.. We will never have a manager that could even compare to you...you’re also...our friend...and i’d hate to see you leave because I was acting like a fucking idiot. Please forgive me.”
Stifling a sob, you nod. Atsumu wasn't one to show vulnerability to people, you and Osamu were the exception. His words were genuine, and you knew it by the way he looked you in the eyes when he spoke.
He pulls you in for a tight hug, letting out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. “So you'll stay with the team?” he whispers. “I couldn't just leave my family like that..” you whisper. “If you say some stupid shit like that to Y/n again I wont hesitate to break your nose next time.” A voice speaks up that you immediately identified as Sunas.
As you looked up, the team was standing at the door, half smiles resting on their lips. “Don't think about leaving us like that again..i'd hate to have those sleepovers at my place monthly if you weren't helping me keep an eye on these idiots.” Kita speaks up, earning a giggle from you.
You wave the boys over and they all shuffle in, sitting with you. “Let's work really hard the rest of the camp okay? Afterwards I think we need some serious bonding time so I say...Weekend road trip to the beach?” “Fine by me if Kita and Samu drive!” “That was the plan Michinari, you'd kill us halfway there..” “We have to split the Miyas up-” “I call Y/n in my car!” “rock paper scissors over her!” “I'm going in Kita’s car-” “Can we please resume practice now?” the coaches voice calls out through the room, his tone light, a smile adorning his features as you all turn to look at him.
The team nods, still holding their conversation about seating on the trip down to the beach, and over the next few days they were able to get it back together, surprising the other teams there with the sudden difference in skill.
You really were the thing that held these boys together.
and they couldn’t ask for a better manager, or a more reliable friend.
✉︎request: Hcs for Hinata and Kuroo as fathers, please?🥺
✰warnings: none
✎a/n: ahh ty for requesting!! im so sorry but i just.., we dont really write for hinata im so so sorry baby- hes on the masterlist, but we really. just really dont like him. anyways., i added some characters and part two coming soon! i had a little bit of trouble with kuroo, but i hope you enjoy it <3
➳ᴜꜱʜɪᴊɪᴍᴀ, ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ, ʙᴏᴋᴜᴛᴏ, ɪᴡᴀɪᴢᴜᴍɪ
☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆
✰ ushijima
He swears that he just KNOWS the gender of your baby before you’ve even had your first ultrasound, and with your third child you’ve just come to accept that he actually, really does know. Or maybe it’s dumb luck, but that never seems to be the case with him and he’s far too sure of himself
Talks to the baby no different from you, asks them for advice knowing they won’t be able to answer, but their little coos and smiles directed towards him are all the help he needs anyways
Sews patches into their play clothes when they’ve become too worn to wear, and teaches them how too! Makes his daughter a hello kitty bag when she says she wants a purse and she uses the leftover fabric to patch his work jeans, which he tore on purpose just because she wanted to put her new skills to use. He wears them out in public and with pride
Okay I know he’s a pro athlete but he’s also a farm boy sorry. Anyways he throws blankets into the back of a pickup truck and takes the kids on a (slow, and careful) ride through the backroads. Could you imagine having a dog back there with them too?? He’d train it to tug on their pants when they lean too far out of the truck and keep them safe
Excellent at putting babies to sleep. He’s kind of confused by them at first, and isn’t really sure what to do with them, but eases up when he sees how easily they drift off to sleep when he tucks them into his chest and pats their back
Doesn’t bring up volleyball to them, but secretly has his fingers crossed that they’ll ask him to play one day; which of course they do, duh, he’s a pro player. As soon as they show even a mild interest in it he’s signing them up for the little league teams and bragging to his teammates
Keeps a photo of the family in his wallet and when he’s away for matches that you can’t make it to often gets caught just staring at it; the team shoots confused looks his way because he’s been looking down at the same photo for 30 minutes straight and smiling softly
☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆
✰ iwaizumi
Please Iwaizumi with boys is just a role model father. He absolutely adores his little man and drills manners into his head from day one. It’s very important to him that he knows how to treat people with respect and be respected!
The moment he finds out he’s going to be a father he starts planning to build a treehouse. You haven’t even begun to put together a nursery and he’s made several trips to the hardware store and stacked wood in your backyard, and spends the baby’s growing years perfecting it
He buys/sends you flowers on every single Friday, and hasn’t missed one yet. Your little boy catches on and saves up his allowance to buy you some too, because he’s gone with his dad to pick them up plenty of times and knows the way there relative to his walk home from school
He nearly cries with pride, because come on; that’s too cute.
Iwaizumi with a daughter? Different breed. He may not be real but my feelings for him are and I would do ANYTHING for him
He dresses her up in the ugliest frilly little dresses and takes hundreds of photos, and goes to daddy daughter events/dances??!? Bye I’m smitten.
Little league coach!!! Listen he knows and loves sports, just the whole category, so everything his kids wanna sign up for you bet your ass he’s signing himself up for too
And he’s a GREAT coach ugh he always knows how to handle the kids, and given his profession is a bargain deal, they’re super lucky to have him there tbh
The other parents try and flirt with him and he just freezes up and panics because he can’t respond to them like he usually would to people given his kids are involved, so he just starts rambling about how great you are
Takes them to practices he’s needed at sometimes and before bringing them in, practically gives the whole team a death threat. They have fun there, though, and he’s screeching instructions and insults out at them with his kid asleep in his arms
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✰ bokuto
He cries when he finds out he’s going to be a dad. Big, ugly tears, and crushes you with his hugs. Wastes no time whatsoever in bragging to everyone about how lucky he must be to be having your kids ugh hes a cutie
Also cries when they’re born, and it’s visible in every photo. It’s heartwarming, though, and you’re ecstatic to see just how excited he is. You certainly know you’ve made the right choice
When he’s away for games, he always calls to tell his kids a bedtime story and tell them he loves them. Even if it’s 12pm or 3am for him, he keeps his alarm set to go off for 9pm at home.
When he can’t tell a story because he’ll be in the middle of a game, he begs, BEGS, for someone on the sidelines to answer the incoming facetime call and face the camera towards him. When it’s done and over, he’s handed his phone and it met with their sleeping faces, with an msby flag clutched loosely in their tiny fists
He always makes up for having to travel by taking them out individually so they all feel special, whether it’s for ice cream or to a movie. It’s their choice, and he gives them his undivided attention the entire time
They’re completely spoiled by him, honestly. Their allowance is cut off by you because he’s not even leaving enough for him to buy himself lunch-
Shows up to practice when then they’re born just to show them off, excitedly displaying his blessing to all of his teammates before promptly tucking them away into their carseat and leaving before they can make him stay-
✰ kuroo
☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆
Sends his kids to private school, but makes sure they engage in community activities; he still wants them to have the same neighborhood kid experience that he did rather than being stuck up like their classmates, and will push them towards sports
Carries them around on his shoulders nearly everywhere he goes, when they’re babies always has them strapped to his chest and insists he be the one to hold them when you’re out and can’t use a stroller
Buys EVERY single parenting book he can find. Even the ones in the dollar store bargain bins, and compiles every common suggestion into a spreadsheet. By the time the baby’s born he has 12 pages on every book he’s read, everything he’s learned from it, complete with statistics and a works cited page
Takes classes! Is very nervous and doesn’t really know much about babies so he really wants to just make sure he can’t do anything wrong, and like the nerd he is learns as much as possible
He may as well be a pediatrician at this point tbh
Keeps stuffed animals in the bottom drawer of his desk at work for when he brings them in, and will make a bed where his feet would usually go for them to nap on time so they won’t interfere with your sleeping at home
The dad that is angry that math isn’t done the same way as when he was in school and they both have a whole entire moment at the dining room table
things that i hate but for some reason wouldn’t mind if it was oikawa tooru doing them
slow walkers— his feet stuck on the ground a little too long, and you know he’ll whine if you walk more than two feet in front of him. he’s holding your hand, fingers grazing the skin of your knuckles as he gives frequent, slight squeezes, eyes focused on the streets around you. “i have to linger a little, y/n-chan! people want to look at me, who am i to deny them?”
people trying to take my spare earbud— his hand is delicate on your leg, fingers tapping the fabric of your jeans as he tries to figure out the rhythm to the song. his shoulder is flush with yours and his neck is crooked a little bit so he can bend his head down to accommodate the wires. there’s a hint of a scowl on his face as he makes a halfhearted complaint about how he should always be in charge of what’s playing, but you can tell by the look in his eyes he doesn’t really mind.
people asking me what i mean— “wait, what?” his voice is too loud, high and nasally as he crooks a brow at you. his hands rest on his hips and you can’t help but crack a smile at his stance. “hey, are you laughing at me? that’s not very nice, yknow.” he pouts, rolling his eyes as he moves his hands to wave them aimlessly. “it’s not my fault you don’t know how to word things.” you shoved him, just a little, before repeating what you said ‘in layman terms’.
disgustingly sappy names— you were used to him constantly having a hand on you by now, proximity was a must have with tooru (as long as you were comfortable), but you don’t think you’d ever quite come to terms with all of his pet names. you were sat in a circle with the seijoh four, one of his arms around while matsukawa told you about how he called you “wifey” the other week. you cringed, turning your head to glare at your boyfriend, but even so you didn’t want to completely beat the shit out of him.
bad drivers— you laughed as the car jolted when he turned, reaching up to grab your handle bar. “you trying to kill us, or?” he flushed, fingers gripping the leather of the wheel as he groaned. “the car is broken.” you snorted, eyes focused on the road just in case you needed to grab the wheel from him. “uh huh, whatever you say.”
people sad posting on their main story— it’s kind of embarrassing, you think, that you’re actually worried about him. it’s actually really embarrassing, and his post is super vague, and it’s not his main but it’s the story with like almost everyone. you kind of want to throw up when you ask him if he’s okay, but you can’t help but care about what’s wrong.
singing even when you don’t know the words— you groan, hands covering your ears as you look at him. he’s swaying in a way you know is too awkward to be serious and the words come out jumbled and a little louder than the music. your scowl is replaced with a laugh as you tell him how awful he sounds.
people touching me without asking— he laughs, hand grazing over your back as he walks past you. you shudder, straighten up, and look after him. you wonder if he’s always been so bright, and you have to assume he has as he turns his head back over to ask you if you’re coming along.
random ft calls— your music comes to an abrupt stop as the facetime ringtone plays over your speaker. a quiet curse leaves your mouth and you go to decline the call, and maybe yell at the person while you’re at it. when you see his contact name, though, you loosen up a little, finger hovering over the answer button.
being unironically sentimental— “what are you looking at?” and maybe it was your bad for asking, because of course he’s going to respond with “you.”. you force a gag, breaking eye contact and looking at the closest object. “if you don’t want me to stare then just stop being pretty.” you chuckle, hand shoving his arm as you look back at him. “well, i think you’re pretty, too.”
i hate a lot of things so i could write ab 40 of these. most of these just show that i’m an emotionally stunted introvert w anger problems but that’s fine😐
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✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ PAIRING: Tetsurō Kuroo x Male!Reader; Satori Tendō x Male!Reader
✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ WARNINGS: NONE ONLY LOTS OF LOVE AND SUPPORT
✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ REQUEST: hi! hope ur having a nice day! you dont have to write this if u dont feel like it, its pretty specific hehe. but if youre ok with it, could u write headcannons or something with tendou and kuroo where the reader is afab (born a female) but questioning their gender? and starting to use he/him and being perceived as a boy (like not actually transitioning but just being seen as a boy now, like a femboy-ish vibe???)? its fine if u dont want to tho lol, just ignore this. love ur writing btw, be safe :)💕
✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ A/N: This is amazing omg I am in love with this request-- And thanksies, I am glad you like my writing 🥺✌💝 I hope I understood you right and I hope you enjoy those Headcanons!! :D
✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ Masterlist
✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ Headcanons: Kuroo and Tendou with a S/O who starts to question their Gender and begins to use he/him pronounces
Kuroo:
Since you two are the closest people you first asked him for advice
You were first conflicted because you didn’t feel exactly with your current pronounces
So when you explained your concerns to him, he immediately went “You can use any pronounce you want to, I will support you either way.” AND DAMN HE IS SO SWEET OK
So of course you asked him to use he/him pronounces for you from now on and he immediately did that without questioning it
You being comfortable and healthy is his first priority, everything else comes afterward
He also told the team to see you as a male now and use the right pronounces
Everyone was so supportive esp Yamamoto and Yaku :( <3
The team would beat anyone up who would make you feel bad about your current pronounces because y e s >:(
You having the femboy-ish vibe made Kuroo just melt
He thought that seeing you this comfortable and happy if probably a blessing to him :(
“I can start saving money for your surgery!” He told you, almost being so sure about doing that but you assured him that you wanted to stay in your body which he also supported to 100%
Going shopping with him is the best thing because he has a great taste for clothes!!
He always tries to find you clothes that make you feel right and nice and that also look nice
When he told Bokuto about you having different pronounces Bokuto went immediately support mode and begun to compliment you about how cool you are and how manly and so on you are to him T-T
Bls Kuroo has so supporting friends--
Every time you two are out and someone uses wrong pronounces Kuroo looks at you as in asking you whenever he should tell or not because maybe you don’t wanna tell everyone yet yk?
So he is careful about telling strangers and always looks for approval to correct someone
When he told his sister about you wanting to be seen as a male she got to excited and said that she will support you two T-T
So all in one, you would only experience very positive things and comments, just to make you feel loved and supported 🤚🥺
Tendou:
So when you told him about first being unsure whenever you feel good with she/her, he immediately told you that you should try out with they/them or he/him
When you told him that you want to be referred as a male he went SUPPORT!!!
As he told Ushijima this poor boy was confused at first but didn’t mind using the right pronounces!!
The rest of the team understood very quickly and they also used the right pronounces :D
Tendou kept telling you from the day on that you are so manly and great and strong and :( <3
Sometimes he teases you with saying things like “You give off big dick energy after saying that” Just to see you blush and make you feel more confident about your new pronounces 🥺
He also asked you at first if you wanna transition to a male through surgery but when you said no he was like “I will still save money in case you change your mind”
THIS MAN IS SUCH AN ANGEL BLS
If someone will make a stupid comment Tendou will go nuts and just glare at them until they apologize and use he/him on you
Tendou is the kind of person who will assure you every now and then how manly you are to him and how he will support you if you decide whenever you want to use maybe they/them or stay with he/him
He also makes sure that you still have some time to decide what pronounces you want to use so you shouldn’t rush yourself etc.
HE GOES SHOPPING WITH U AND BUYS YOU SOCKS FROM THE MEN SECTION JUST TO MAKE YOU FEEL MORE LIKE A MAN BECAUSE HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT CLOTHES SIZE YOU HAVE SO HE GETS SOCKS HSHFIXFHO
He really tries to make you feel loved and accepted
Whenever someone uses the wrong pronounces he goes “No <3 It’s he, not she” and he doesn’t hesitate
But if you tell him that he shouldn’t do that he won’t do so of course
If someone will ask him “Do you still have a girlfriend?” He will go “No but I have a boyfriend” and I think this is amazing and sweet :(
After realizing that you have this femboy-ish vibe he tries even more to support you and goes to nice stores that match your vibe and your style :D
All in one I would say that Tendou is maybe a little more experienced in this topic than Kuroo, but both are super understanding and supportive!
Genuine question, is sakusa a germaphobe? I heard some say that he wasn’t and that furudate never said he was, but I also read that he is in almost all the fanfics I read of him. Pls help lol
