haikyuu-imagines-and-others:

Ahhhh domestic stuff
gives me life! I love the idea of our volleybabes growing up and having
precious babies to teach their volleyball skills to T~T I love them all so
much! Thanks for requesting! -Admin Satori ❤

Akaashi Keiji:

You didn’t know the meaning to taking it easy, regardless of
your status as being 7 and a half months pregnant. But your husband, Akaashi,
knew how to handle it, since you’d done the same for your two other children,
Takeji and Amari.

So, as soon as you started showing signs of being sick,
Akaashi had called your boss and explained that you would not be coming in;
Your boss had been relieved to get the call from your husband, thinking maybe
Akaashi hadn’t noticed as quickly as he had the previous two times, but agreed
nonetheless and submitted your already filled out paperwork for maternity
leave. You’d been asleep when Akaashi had disabled all your alarm clocks and
had your two young children hide your work shoes and briefcase.

He woke up early that morning and got out of bed to head
into the kitchen silently, pulling out all the needed supplies for the soup he’s
made for you for your health to bounce back. Akaashi yawned as he set the pot
to boil slowly as he got to work cutting up vegetables and getting the
measurements of all the spices.

“Daddy?” Akaashi turned his head to see his daughter, Amari,
staring up at him with bleary eyes. He smiled softly and picked her up, setting
her on the counter next to the stove, and pointing at her quietly so she knew
not to get any closer to where his current workstation was. Amari smiled
sleepily at her father, “Are you taking care of mama and my little sister?” She
asked as the smell of her father’s remedy soup filled the kitchen, making her
little belly rumble with hunger.

“Yes… Your mother doesn’t know when to stop pushing herself,
so she’s going to be staying home with you and Takeji until after your sibling
is born.” He explained simply before pulling out a bowl and serving her some of
the soup before he added the medicinal herbs, knowing she only liked the broth
he made. “Is your brother awake, Amari?” He whispered, looking at his daughter
as she brought the bowl up to her cherub face and sipped at the hot soup,
pulling away a bit abruptly and whining when the hot broth burnt her tongue.
Akaashi couldn’t help but chuckle, “Be careful, it’s hot.” He smirked a bit
when she squinted her eyes at him accusingly, “You saw it boiling before I served
you.” He pointed out, reminding her that she was to blame for her burnt tongue.

A tug at his pajama bottoms made him look down to see his
son, Takeji, looking up at him silently. Akaashi knew you were worried that
your son was mute or even deaf since he was almost 2 and a half years old and
he hadn’t uttered a single word, but Akaashi wasn’t too concerned. He hadn’t
spoken when he was a kid until he was in classes in kindergarten. Takeji still
had a year and a half before he started classes.

Amari smiled down at her big brother, waving at him happily,
seeming more of the older sibling than Takeji, “Daddy’s making mama and little
sister some yummy soup.” She explained after Akaashi had set Takeji next to
Amari on the counter and Takeji glanced into her steaming bowl curiously.

“How do you know it’s a sister, Amari?” Akaashi asked after
a few minutes of silence, as he finished making the soup, putting it in three
bowls before handing one to Takeji.

“I just know.” Amari smiled widely at her daddy, giggling
happily when he pulled her into his arms, “I’ll carry mama’s soup!” She
exclaimed as she took the bowl from the counter, now holding hers and yours
before marching up the stairs to the bedroom where you were still asleep.

Takeji looked up at his father after being set on his feet
with his own bowl in his hands, his dark green eyes matching his fathers completely
and making Akaashi feel like he was looking in a mirror; Or a picture of
himself as a child, at least. Akaashi smiled down at his son before patting his
head, “I don’t know, Takeji… I think it’s a little brother, too.” He murmured
quietly before taking his small hand in his and walking up the stairs to where
you and Amari were now sitting on the bed.

You looked up from your excitedly babbling daughter, who was
talking adamantly to your swollen belly, to see your husband and still sleepy
son. You smiled gently and held Takeji’s bowl as he climbed onto the mattress
before handing it back to him, “You didn’t have to, Keiji. I’m fine.” You
assured, but cursed internally when your scratchy throat made itself known.

Akaashi wasn’t going to hear it though. He knew when you
were getting sick. He took his place next to you, nudging his bowl against
yours, “Drink it.” He stated simply before doing the same with his own soup.

“Mama needs to stay healthy!” Amari whined, pouting when you
met her gaze after drinking some of your soup. Takeji nodded silently in
agreement before reaching out and laying his hand on your belly, pulling back
quickly with wide eyes when he felt the baby inside kick at his touch. Amari
giggled excitedly, “Little sister is awake and likes daddy’s soup!” She smiled
widely before laying her ear against your stomach, humming happily when you
stroked her dark brown hair out of her face. These were mornings you cherished,
and Akaashi knew. You turned your head and smiled as he was all too eager to
press his lips against yours in a sweet kiss, making your two little ones
become even more interested in your belly instead of what you two were doing.

Oikawa Tooru:

“Tooru! How do you always manage to burn down the house when
I’m just in the other room?” You yelled as you walked into the kitchen after following
the smell of burning food. Your husband couldn’t cook to save his life,
something you teased him endlessly about, but he had been training himself
behind your back. You let out a loud sigh as you stood in the doorway of the
kitchen, seeing the burnt toast and overcooked eggs.

Oikawa turned to look at you then, your 5 year old son,
Yukio, perched on his back and looking at you with more or less the same
expression your husband was currently sporting. Surprise. “Mama! Daddy burnt
ALL the food!” Yukio tattled just before squirming off of his fathers back onto
the floor and running to hug your legs. You looked down at your son, seeing his
light brown eyes staring up at you expectantly, “Daddy is going to make us all
starve! Including little sister!” Yukio cried dramatically, pointing to the
baby carriage on the counter where your daughter, Kaneko, was wrapped in her
baby blanket.

“Traitor!” Oikawa called to his son, rushing forward to grab
at him but stopping short when you raised a hand at him. He smiled charmingly
at you as he stood over you, pulling you into his arms and pressing his lips
against your forehead, “Good morning to you, too, ______-chan.” He greeted,
praying you’d fall for his sweet tone enough to forget that he wasn’t allowed
in the kitchen without your supervision. “Happy birthday, as well!” He cheered
as he swayed with you wrapped in his arms, “You’re getting more and more
beautiful every day, _____-chan! How old are you today? 22?” He tried flattery,
thinking maybe you’d fall for it this time.

You didn’t though. You’d never fallen for his tricks, not
even in high school, which he had said was why he’d fallen in love with you so
quickly; You’d been the one to call him out on his masks almost daily when he’d
flirt with you. But you decided to play along, wrapping your arms around his
neck and pressing your lips against his after pulling your head away from his
lips. You two shared a brief kiss before you smiled and pulled away, “Yes,
Tooru. I’m 22. Which means I had Yukio when I was 17 and had to drop out of
high school to care for him.” You rolled your eyes and pushed him away from you
slightly before walking over to the messy countertop next to Kaneko’s baby
carrier.

It warmed your heart, truly it did, to see that your husband
had put actual effort in trying to make you breakfast in bed for your birthday.
Oikawa had never stopped trying to impress you, and you knew he probably wouldn’t
ever stop. He thought that the day he stopped trying to impress you would be
the day you’d stop loving him and move on to someone who actually deserved you.
You loved him though. You loved him more than he could imagine, and you’d told
him so on multiple occasions. And he loved you equally, if not more, but that didn’t
calm his anxiety.

“Hmmmm, could you imagine if that actually happened,
_____-chan? Like… What would have happened?” Oikawa pondered as he quickly
picked up Yukio in his arms and pinched at his cheeks as a form of revenge for
tattling on him, “Maybe Yukio-chan here wouldn’t be as much as a loudmouth as
he is now, hmmm?” He smirked at his son, who whined and pushed at his fathers
hands before trying to squirm out of his arms.

“Impossible. You’re his father. He was bound to have that.”
You said offhandedly as you pulled Kaneko out of her baby carrier and held her
close to your chest, smiling to yourself when you heard both your husbands and
your son’s whines in disagreement. “Come on, Kaneko. Let’s go back to sleep
while daddy and big brother clean up the mess they made.” You cooed sweetly at
your baby girl, feeling your heart beat faster when the 6 month old baby squealed
excitedly at hearing your familiar voice.

Oikawa stared with a pout of his face as you easily walked
passed him, “______-chan~! Come on! At least take Yukio-chan with you so I don’t
get bullied by him!” Oikawa whined loudly as you entered the bedroom. “Your
mother is so cruel to me, Yukio-chan.” Oikawa pretended to sniffle as he went
to start cleaning up the kitchen of his cooking mishap.

Yukio giggled to himself before picking up some of the mess
from the floor and putting it into the trash can, “And what about me, daddy? I
have to deal with you acting like more of a baby than little sister!” He
giggled behind his hands as his father whined louder, complaining about how
Kaneko was the only one who really loved him. “Come on, daddy! The faster we
clean, the faster we can go lie down with mama and little sister!” Yukio
cheered happily as he pushed his father’s legs to get a move on on the cleaning
already. Oikawa smiled to himself as he started to wipe down the counter and
giving Yukio the dirty plates to rinse and put in the dishwasher. This was all
Oikawa could have wanted for his life with you.

Kuroo Tetsurou:

When you turned over in bed to cuddle next to your husband,
Kuroo, and found his side of the bed cool, you frowned and sat up, looking
around the bedroom with furrowed eyebrows. Telling from the soft light coming through
your window, it was just barely past dawn, which meant it was too early for
your husband to be even close to out of bed. He cherished the days he could
sleep in.

You reached up and rubbed at your sleepy eyes, letting out a
long and loud yawn, “Where did that sly cat get to….?” You mumbled to yourself,
about to toss the blankets off of you to get up and search for Kuroo, but
jumped when you saw movement out of the corner of your eye.

“Sly cat? I haven’t heard you call me that in a while, kitten.”
Kuroo smirked as he walked into the bedroom, handing you a plate that smelled
of marvelous things. “Good morning.” He hummed as he leaned down and pressed
his lips against yours, pulling you to rest between his legs with your back
pressing against his chest.

“Morning.” You whispered against his lips, using one hand to
hold the plate of food while the other cupped his cheek to keep his lips
against yours. “What’s with the breakfast in bed? How are you even functioning this
early?” You asked curiously as you pulled away from his lips, leaning your head
against his as he rested it on your shoulder.

Kuroo shrugged and wrapped his arms around your middle,
closing his eyes with a serene smile on his face, “I can’t surprise my wife
with food?” He asked curiously, laughing softly, “It wasn’t easy either. The
little monsters were pestering me all morning saying how I wasn’t cooking it
the way you do.” He turned his head and pressed his lips to the juncture of
your neck and shoulder, smirking when you shivered in his arms.

The mention of your three children made you freeze before
putting food in your mouth; Your children took after their father far too much
for this to be a good idea. You bit your bottom lip and nudged the food against
Kuroo’s lips after he went back to resting his chin on your shoulder, “Oh? Is
that so?” You asked, biting your lip roughly to keep from smiling too wide as
he took the food in his mouth before coughing at the taste. “Haven’t you
learned from your past already, Tetsu? They’re literally little yous…
Pranksters.” You called towards the bedroom door where you could see three
heads of unruly black hair poking around the doorway to watch what their little
switch had done. “They switched some of the ingredients, I see.” You brought
the plate up to your nose, sniffing it before letting out a few coughs and
setting the plate off to the side, “Curry powder instead of salt.” You wheezed
out, feeling like your sinuses had been cleared.

Kuroo was still having a coughing fit behind you from the
spicy taste. Why had he thought his children helping would ever be a good idea?
He turned his golden gaze over to the doorway, squinting his eyes when he saw
the three culprits move to stand in the doorway with their hands behind their
back. “Sorry, daddy.” Your eldest, Souma, apologized, but the small smirk on
his face made you cover your mouth and turn away from them so you could snicker
at how identical your eldest son was to your husband. Your middle child,
Hiroshi, looked down at his feet with a slight pout, genuinely sorry for what
their little trick had done to their father. While your youngest, Misaki,
giggled and rushed into the room as best as she could, climbing onto the bed
and sitting in front of you, smiling widely when you wrapped your arms around
her and pulled her closer.

“Oh, I’m so sure you are, Souma.” Kuroo grumped, but only
for a few seconds before his own smirk slid easily onto his face, “Don’t worry,
you little monster. I’ll get you back.” He assured his first son.

“Tetsu, no threatening the children.” You reminded, laughing
gently when Hiroshi rushed to join you and Misaki on the bed, hiding his little
face in your chest when he caught his father’s eye. He was the unsure one of
your children, and that made him the victim of many of Souma’s pranks, but he
knew his father was a genius at jokes, so he usually tried his hardest to stay
out of his fathers sight so he didn’t get teased for being so naïve.

Kuroo chuckled lowly and reached his arms out to wrap around
the three of you in his arms, sticking his tongue out at Souma, “Guess you don’t
get to join in the family cuddle then, evil mastermind Souma.” Kuroo teased as
he let his right hand stroke his second son’s hair soothingly, knowing he and
Misaki weren’t involved (too much) in the ingredient mix up.

Souma stood alone in the doorway of the room, his smirk
falling and a pout coming to his face, “No fair! I wanna cuddle with mama!” He
whined loudly as he rushed to the side of bed, laughing when Kuroo caught him
in his arms and started to tickle him mercilessly, making sure he leaned back
so Souma’s kicking legs didn’t accidentally catch you in the back of your head
or one of the other little ones. “Ahhh! Daddy! Let me down! Ah! No! Why! Why
are you like this?” Souma laughed loudly, pushing his fathers hands away as
best he could, “Mama help me!” He yelled, laughing harder when Kuroo found
Souma’s super ticklish spot on his side.

“I’ll save you, baby.” You cooed as you reached behind you
and pulled Kuroo in for a deep kiss, making the man forget what he was doing
and allowing Souma to scurry into your lap with his siblings, his golden eyes
watching what you had done to stop his father’s attacks. You smiled against
your husbands lips, letting one hand reach back and stroke through his messy
hair, holding his lips to yours for a few seconds before pulling away and
turning back to your three children, who were now arguing amongst themselves
over who was more to blame for the spice prank going wrong.

You smiled widely as you felt Kuroo’s chin rest on your
shoulder again, his lips pressing against your ear, “You don’t play fair.” He
whispered quietly, his breath tickling you. You giggled and turned your head to
be able to see him as best you could, “Don’t worry, Kitten… I’ll get you back
tonight when they’re fast asleep.” Kuroo assured easily, wrapping his arms
around your middle once more and letting his eyes watch your three children
giggle and curl up against your chest or your stomach while they continued to
talk to each other. You don’t think you’d ever been excited for bedtime to
come.

Oh my god! Honestly, the reason this so long for me to finish was because I wanted to find fitting names for the kids lmao I can’t find wat Takeji means but it sounds like Keiji so I really liked it for Akaashi’s son and Amari means “Strength” Kaneko means “Golden” Souma means “True or Reality” Hiroshi means “Generous” and Misaki means “Beautiful Blossom” ******

***** These are just general google searches of the name. I don’t know Kanji, sadly, so I can’t put a meaning to each syllable. T~T

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