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Ennoshita and your son surprise you for Mother's Day, for my Parenting event<3

requested by @ennoshitas-princess. word count; 589 – f!reader

Your husband didn’t stand a chance trying to hide his Mother’s Day plans from you.

You see, your son was a momma’s boy and told you everything like he was the physical version of a gossip magazine from the day his dad said they were going to surprise you.

This is why you understood exactly what was happening when Kiyoko asked you out for lunch on the date that just so happened to be Mother’s Day. Your husband was going to set everything up and needed you out of the house. Lucky for him, you happily played along.

Unfortunately, no amount of snitching could have prepared you to come home to a broken glass vase shattered all over the floor, a cake face down on the floor and the fire alarm going off in the kitchen while your toddler cried into his father’s shoulder as he tried to get the alarm off the ceiling to turn it off.

“Chikara?”

Ennoshita glanced over his shoulder with a sheepish smile. “Happy Mother’s Day!”

5 minutes prior…

Ennoshita hummed softly under his breath with a content smile, dressed in one of his dress shirts that you especially liked while he put the finishing touches on the cake. As it was done, he picked it up to move it to the dining table, glancing around for his kid but mostly focusing on the cake.

“Nugget! There’s some leftover cream, will you help me finish it?“ he offered, hoping his voice would find the toddler somewhere in the living room. However, he didn’t expect to see your son carrying a glass vase filled with the flowers your husband got you for today, still bound up in plastic because he knew you liked preparing them yourself.

Your son did not know that and probably tried to prepare it for you, but how he wobbled on his feet made it really scary to watch him carry such a frail glass object.

“Careful!” Ennoshita yelled, and the cake fell from his hands as he reached for his son the same second the toddler dropped the vase. It shattered on impact, being quite thin and dainty, but Ennoshita had sprung into action quickly enough to get his son off the floor before he could trip onto the shards. He had him in a tight grip by each of his armpits, breathing heavily before pulling him to his chest, assuring himself that his baby was safe and sound.

“Sorry, Daddy. Can I still have the rest of the cream?” he asked, his guilty look familiar by now. Ennoshita sighed and turned around to see that the cake had indeed fallen face down. Lucky him.

And just as he was about to try and do something about it, his nose picked up a sharp smell of… smoke.

“Oh no, no, no!” Not letting go of his son, he ran into the kitchen where the cookies were burnt in the oven, so he quickly turned it off, opening the hatch and then the window, hoping it wouldn’t set off the-

Beep, beep, beep.

…fire alarm.

As his son started wailing in tune with the alarm, tears from all the things happening at once streaming down his face to mix with snot and drip onto his nice shirt, Ennoshita tried to reach up high enough to bring the alarm down.

The only thing that could make this worse, not including anyone getting hurt, was if you came home early…

“Chikara?”

Ennoshita glanced over his shoulder with a sheepish smile. “Happy Mother’s Day!”

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for the requester: thank you for requesting!! I’m sorry it’s not too fluffy but I’m sure you had a nice evening after you two cleaned everything up<3

You and your son surprise Daichi for Father's Day, for my Parenting event<3

requested by @act-nat-ural. word count; 553– f!reader

To say your husband deserved to be spoiled for a day was the understatement of the year. You knew Father’s Day was coming up, and your young son heard about it in school, so there was no lack of preparations this year from either of you.

In previous years, it had either been spoiled by little mister Blabbermouth, or something had gone wrong in your planning. Not this year!

While you prepared dinner and retrieved an exclusive set of fancy beers wrapped up in paw patrol wrapping, your son lay forth a homemade card with a drawing of his cool dad in uniform on the front. Inside it, he had written a short scribbly greeting from the two of you on one side. On the other side, you had glued a ‘poem’ your son brought home from school where they were instructed to write about their dad.

Sure, he wrote “poloicemen” instead of policeman, but he also detailed his admiration for his dad who keeps him and his mom safe, as well as all his friends (and their pets, he put emphasis on that).

You were hoping for at least one tear from Daichi.

His keys jingled in the door and you signalled for your son to hush and come over to stand beside you.

“Happy Father’s Day!” you yelled when he stepped inside, your son following on about half the words (he said day).

He looked up in shock, not expecting you to be waiting for him like that. “My babies.”

You high-fived your son before letting him run over to pull his dad into the house. He could only keep a surprise for so long, and Daichi had to get his shoes off in a stumble as he was pulled along. He barely managed to peck your lips while passing by before he gasped at the setup.

“You got me presents?”

“Of course, Dad!”

“Thank you. So much.” The soft look lay heavy on his face as you came over to join them, letting your husband pull you closer by the waist while he ruffled your son’s hair. “I’m so lucky.”

He loved the present, obviously, no one knew your husband as you did, but the card was still the best part.

Daichi pretended to naturally lean his chin on his hand so he could try to control his facial expression, but the gloss on his eyes gave it away. You got a tear.

“This is the second best thing I ever got,” he said, the waver in his voice leaving the room in a tender aura.

“Second best?” your son complained with a scowl.

“After you two.”

You cooed, squeezing his cheek like you so often did to your son before walking off to the kitchen. “You sap, change and come back for dinner.”

“Will do, boss.”

And you smiled as you stirred the food, hearing your child laugh as Daichi probably picked him up and squeezed him in a hug like he did when he got overwhelmed with emotions.

The father of your child, so deserving of this love. There was one more present, and you hoped he would be just as happy for it, resting a hand on your stomach and whispering a little encouragement.

Both your babies managed to keep the presents a secret until today.

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You and Nishinoya's son loves his uncles, for my Parenting event<3

requested by @bobateagojo. word count; 530 – f!reader

Nishinoya is a pretty cool dad. But sometimes, what wasn’t there every day seemed even cooler.

“Uncle Asahi!” your toddler son squealed, wonkily running over to the very tall man who was alert the second he heard the kid’s voice.

“Little prince!” he said back, quickly bending down so he could catch him and lift him up in his arms. Everyone would always laugh at how he held on to kids with both arms, so anxious about dropping them.

Nishinoya walked in behind, squinting at his friend with jealousy as he dropped the diaper bag by his shoes. At least it was Asahi, he couldn’t really blame his son for loving that big, friendly giant. “Hey, man. Didn’t know you had a kid,” Noya joked, tickling his son so that he would squirm in Asahi’s arms, in turn making the taller man even more nervous about dropping him.

“Hehe, if my son looked this much like you, I would’ve gotten suspicious.” This joke settled into the whole group, making everyone laugh and Nishinoya squared his shoulders proudly.

Yeah, that’s my genes for sure.

During the Karasuno reunion party, several other ‘uncles’ attempted to gain the attention of Nishinoya’s son, but to no avail. You eventually arrived as well, straight from work, and immediately treated your husband with a quick kiss before greeting everyone.

“I assume our son is wherever Asahi is?” you said, only half joking.

“You would be right, but he had to go redo his hair after our menace pulled his hair tie out.”

The two of you snickered, clinking your glasses of alcohol-free drinks together before taking a sip.

As the buffet was served, you tried your best to detach your son from Asahi to no avail. You gave Asahi a guilty look, then back at your stubborn son. “You don’t want to eat with us, baby?”

He scrunched his nose, clinging harder to Asahi’s arm for emphasis. However, the man must be tired of carrying the toddler by now, so you forcibly took hold of him, using the tickle method until he finally let go long enough for you to transfer him to your arms. Asahi visibly relaxed, only to tense up again when Nishinoya jumped on his back.

“My turn!”

You put your son down, taking a minute to gather food on his plate. When you turned around to hand it to him, he was gone. With a sigh, you started looking around.

Now he was clinging onto Tanaka, his second favourite uncle.

“Ryuuu!”

Tanaka looked up in fear with your son in his arms, Kiyoko taking a step away as Nishinoya marched up to them. You made eye contact with her and tsk-ed with a shake of your head at your husbands, making her giggle.

Noya took his giddy toddler from Tanaka and held him under his arm like a dog. “Make your own child already! I only let Asahi borrow him because he’s probably lonely.”

“Hey!” Trouble ensued.

When you finally got home that evening, you fell asleep with your son tucked between you and Nishinoya, the two rascals snoring away after another day of getting in trouble. Oh, how you love them.

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You and Bokuto follow your kids to their first day of elementary school, for my Parenting event<3

requested by @cottonlemonade. word count; 602 – f!reader

The tears started the second Bokuto woke up this morning. “It’s their first day at school today,” he told you as if you weren’t very aware and had their lunches packed in the fridge already.

“And they’ll make so many friends, our social butterflies.”

You ran your hand through his hair and gave him a little pep talk until you inevitably heard the pitter-patter of your twins running down the hallway and flinging the door open. They catapulted themselves onto your bed and got up to jump around until Bokuto finally smiled again and wrestled them.

Bokuto was tasked with packing their bags while you dressed them, ensuring it was practical enough to play around but nice enough to look presentable for all the new people. You were ready in no time, to Bokuto’s great despair.

From the outside, it might have looked like Bokuto was holding his children’s hands as he walked them to their first day of elementary school, but really, they were holding his hands.

Bokuto was an emotional wreck. He strictly instructed his twins not to grow up, but just like every other day of the week, they didn’t listen to him.

“It’s alright, dad. Mommy said school is so fun!” your daughter said, lifting her dad’s hand as high as she could as if they were celebrating. “You could even come with us!”

“I wonder if they have a volleyball team,” your son thought out loud. This set the waterworks going again and the tears streaked down Bokuto’s face with nothing to stop them, as he also refused to let go of the twins’ hands.

“I can’t come with you, parents don’t go to elementary school.” He explained this as if it truly devastated him (it did).

You caught up to them again after paying the parking ticket so you could stay with them until they got inside safely, taking your daughter’s other hand with a wide smile. “So, my munchkins. Ready for- Ko, are you crying again?”

“No,” he said, looking over at you with red tinting the skin around his eyes and a little bubble of snot forming in one nostril. “I’m not.”

“You’re going to make them scared, love.” In reality, your kids were blissfully ignoring their emotional dad as they smiled at the other kids walking the same way as you with their parents. “Okay, maybe not. But we need the other parents to think we’re proper adults.”

Bokuto let go of your daughter’s hand now that you held the other one, lifting his shirt to wipe his eyes without paying any mind to how it exposed his slowly fading abs. You sighed and looked forward, knowing he would just have to deal with this in his own way. And you would be his rock.

As you walked past the gates and greeted their teacher, your twins stood beside each other, mirroring you and your husband who had finally stopped crying.

“You two take care of each other today. We’re family, no one gets left behind,” Bokuto instructed, making your kids automatically link their pinkies together.

“And don’t forget to listen to your teachers,” you added, grabbing Bokuto’s hand as you suddenly felt the tears pushing at your eyes, lip wobbling slightly. “We will be here when you’re done to pick you up.”

When they finally entered the building and the two of you were back in your car, you looked at each other before bursting out crying. “I love them so much,” you both cooed while you embraced each other for comfort.

Perhaps the real rocks of this family were your children?

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You and Osamu are good cop + bad cop when your daughter acts up, for my Parenting event<3

requested by @nanami2ndbureau. word count; 611 – gn!reader

Let’s just say this situation was not ideal. Not all parents got called into the principal’s office because of their children’s mischief, but you and Osamu sure did. Your teenage daughter was in a bit of a rebellious phase and was seen holding a lit cigarette on school grounds, can you believe it?

The two of you sat on either side of her as the principal detailed the report filled out by the teacher who caught them. You listened intently to the principal while your daughter fiddled with her nails. Osamu had his arms crossed, more focused on your daughter’s reaction.

“We do not condone this behaviour, sir.” You turned the charm on, a soft smile silently begging the principal to show some kindness in the situation. “She has no prior bad marks, who hasn’t tried a cigarette before?”

The principal pursed his lips, looking down at the report to give him a second away from your eyes so he could think. “Well… I would like to know who brought the cigarette onto school grounds.”

You turned to your daughter expectantly. “Go on, tell him you didn’t bring them.” You briefly looked at the principal and added a small comment. “We don’t smoke at home.” Osamu briefly thought of the pack he had in his locker at work, which you knew he used for the occasional smoke break. However, you both agreed he would never bring that habit home.

The teenager crossed her arms, looking a lot like her dad at the moment as she mumbled under her breath. “No way, my friends will get in trouble.”

“He’s giving ya a chance to get out of that trouble, stop being so stubborn.” Osamu’s voice wasn’t quite mean, but it wasn’t nice either. You gave him a look before focusing back on your daughter.

“Everybody makes mistakes, the school just wants to take the right precautions,” you assured her softly, tucking some hair behind her ear. You always insisted she wear it up more to show off her face, but that only seemed to make her more insistent on keeping it down. Teenagers.

Osamu hummed in agreement from her other side. “Tell him who brought it,” he said much more sternly than you did. That’s the moment you realised you were unintentionally doing good cop, bad cop.

“Nu-uh. My lips are sealed.”

Your eyes met Osamu’s over your daughter’s shoulders, and there was no denying you shared this though: That’s right, we didn’t raise no snitch.

Osamu looked at the principal, finally letting his arms fall loose from the tight knot. “This won’t happen again, we promise there will be consequences at home.”

Luckily, the principal let her off with a warning, but she earned a detention for not snitching. Fair enough, you decided. On the way to the car, you told your daughter that you hoped she understood that smoking, especially at her age, can be very dangerous for her health.

“Yes, mom.” She sighed dramatically, glancing at her dad who still hadn’t smiled much. The two of you would probably have a serious conversation about his habit later after your daughter went to bed. “I think you should be proud of me, though. Snitches end up with stitches in ditches, like Uncle ‘Tsumu says!”

“Nu-uh,” Osamu retorted, making you realise where your daughter got that from. “Since when did ya start taking advice from that idiot?”

“I'm going to tell him you said that,” she insisted. You had to look away from them to hide your laugh.

"Oh, so now yer a snitch?"

Sure, parenting can be hard, but at least you chose the best partner to do it with.

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You and Aone are good cop + bad cop when your daughter acts up, for my Parenting event<3

requested by @dira333. word count; 644 – f!reader

Your daughter is generally a saint, calm and kind like her dad, creative and sweet like you. However, every parent has to scold their child sometimes, and your daughter really did it this time. The two of you stood in front of your newly decorated hallway, your son in another room doing his homework and probably completely uninterested.

It wasn’t supposed to be newly decorated. Your daughter had taken it upon herself to un-whiten the walls with oily crayons and waterproof markers that would definitely be a pain to remove, if you didn’t have to just paint it over.

“No!” you yelled on instinct when you walked past the hallway and saw her sitting there with her art supplies. At the sound of your indignation, Aone stuck his head around the corner in a silent question before coming fully into the room to see.

“Oh, that’s unfortunate.”

“We have so much paper, why would you draw on the walls?” you asked rhetorically, the frustration clear in your voice and making your daughter tear up quickly. She stood up, holding her hands out and wiggling her fingers as if presenting a masterpiece.

You looked at your husband with furrowed brows, only to find he was looking at you for help already. It would have made you laugh, hadn’t you been so frustrated. Aone cleared his throat. “It’s a really nice drawing, but now we can’t frame it.”

Pursing your lips, you were between cooing and scolding. If that was his biggest worry, you sure chose a good husband.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, pouting and dropping the red and green crayon she previously held in one hand to make a double line.

While you picked the girl up so she couldn’t do any more damage, Aone went to pick up her supplies and put them away. “You can not draw on the walls,” you told her, strict voice having even more effect now that she was in your arms and so close.

Her lip quivered, making her rub her face and smudging colour there too, so you tried to pull her arms away but she thrashed in your hold. Aone came over when the little girl yelled for him, resting a hand on her head to calm her cries.

“But mommy, you said you wanted to put more pictures on the walls,” she cried. You took in a sharp breath, now with your own welling tears as she so sorrowfully admitted to her kind intentions. She’s so much like her dad.

Two days ago, you had thrown out a comment to your husband about wanting more art on the walls and that you should buy more frames for your kids’ stuff.

“Let’s get you washed up,” Aone said, taking the girl from your arms and throwing you a reassuring smile.

While you took the time to calm down and assess the damage and how you would fix it, Aone helped her wash and then set her up with some food in the living room where her brother could watch her for a little while.

As he came back, you were slumped on the floor, stained washcloth in hand and about three different soaps laying around you. Aone noticed how the cleaning had ultimately made the damage worse and puffed out a breath of air before squatting beside you. He licked his thumb and rubbed away a smudge on your face, which reminded him much of your daughter a couple minutes ago, then ran his hand down your jaw to direct your eyes to his.

“It’s fine. I will paint it. She will learn.”

You were tired from work lately, so overwhelmed that things like this made the scale tip. That’s when you were glad to have such a stable husband.

“It’s fine,” you repeated like an affirmation.

Aone smiled. Another day of supporting his perfect family.

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Atsumu got this in the bag. Getting his two perfect children ready for the first day of school after summer? No problem at all.

“Whoa, what?!” Atsumu was preparing lunches in the kitchen when one of the twins ran in with the other in tow. The girl was chasing the boy, who happily ran away in a pink dress.

“I’m wearing that today!” the girl screamed, no sense of indoor voice to be seen. Or heard. The boy laughed.

“Too bad it looks better on me!” To be fair, his son did slay in dresses. But Atsumu knows his daughter really loves that particular one. As in, it brings luck on first days.

“Get that dress off right now, mister!” Now they were all yelling. “You know yer sister wanted to wear that dress today, give it back.”

“Nu-uh!”

Atsumu does not have this in the bag. Getting his two perfect children ready for the first day of school after summer? Big problem.

By the time he caught up to his kids – at the same time his age caught up to him based on how his spine complained up the stairs – they were pulling each other’s hair on the floor of their parents' bedroom. Atsumu took a deep breath in before putting on his serious dad-voice.

“Both of you. Settle down. NOW.”

The kids barely even noticed he was there.

He will be apologising to his mother again next time he sees her. Twins are a nightmare.

"I'll tell your mom!" Atsumu stomped his foot childishly when they looked up at him with wide eyes. "Why did that work?!"

Your son comes to work with his dad Ushijima, for my Parenting event<3

requested by @iatethemochi. word count; 314 – gn!reader

After a victorious game in the Polish volleyball league, Ushijima opened his arms for you to run into with your toddler.

Pressing a kiss to your head and then your lips when you looked up, Ushijima carefully picked his baby up out of your arms, happily smiling at his excited babbling.

As he took your hand, about to lead you away from the crowd, an interviewer caught up and the camera was on you three before you could attempt to protest.

“Ushijima, great game! How is your family doing, will there be a celebration tonight?” the interviewer rambled before briskly turning the microphone to the tall athlete, urging him to answer everything she just pressed into one breath.

But as he took a second to register her words, your son started babbling away again as if they were coherent sentences, making hand gestures and grabbing at the microphone. It made you laugh before taking it out of the toddler’s grip so he couldn’t start biting and drooling all over the professional equipment.

Ushijima watched his son with what the fans would probably deem as an unusual amount of emotion for him, while you squeezed the toddler’s cheek and giggled, apologising to the interviewer.

“Please excuse my son, his vocabulary is still limited,” Ushijima said in his deep voice, which undoubtedly would become an iconic TikTok clip in the coming days. “We are doing very well, thank you.”

And with that line, the man took your hand again and led his family out and home.

His PR manager praised him for the funny line later, but Ushijima simply answered that he would rather keep the media away from his family even when his son did start talking.

“That’s a difficult task if they keep coming to your games,” the manager said. “The interviewers can be very persistent.”

“I’m not worried. I will protect my family.”

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