Can I get a scenario with a domestic Iwa-Chan where he finds out his daughter has a boyfriend?

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I guess it’s Iwaizumi Week here on this blog lol either that OR you all are secretly super in love with Iwa-chan ;D The daughter’s age wasn’t specified, but I hope you like how I imagined this to go down haha Thanks for requesting! – Admin Satori ❤

Iwaizumi Hajime:

Kiyomi (Pure Beauty) – Daughter (13)

Maro (Myself) – Twin Son (4)

Reiji (Courteous Child) – Twin Son (4)

It was a madhouse in the Iwaizumi household. A mess was made of the fresh laundry by his oh so precious twin boys, and his daughter wasn’t home from school just yet to help him wrangle them together! It seemed every time he’d catch one, he’d have to struggle or overreach his body’s limitations to catch the other! Doing this would only cause him some muscle pain tomorrow – he wasn’t the spry young man he once was!

“Daddy! Over here! Can’t catch me~!” Then a messy raspberry before Iwaizumi was hurdling over the pile of laundry on the floor – having rashly decided to get his children under control before working to clean up the house.

Probably a poor decision, but a decision nonetheless.

A key in the lock of the front door had Iwaizumi turning to ask his daughter, Kiyomi, to help him grab her brother before the mess got worse. But his request died in his throat when he saw who was walking through the door with his baby girl.

Oikawa Yukio. Holding his daughters hand. Fingers laced. A light blush on his daughters cheeks and a wide smile on the little boys face – an identical one to his fathers, Oikawa Tooru.

A thump and a whine from Maro, Iwaizumi’s son, had Kiyomi looking at her father with identical green eyes, “Daddy! Why’d you drop Maro? You hurt his little head!” She let go of Yukio’s hand before rushing to her baby brother, kissing his forehead and making the four year old wrap his arms around her neck. “Daddy didn’t mean it, baby brother, he’s just being weird.”

“Me, too! Me, too!” Reiji rushed over to his brother and sister, wrapping his own arms around his sisters neck and smiling widely when she pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Boys.” Iwaizumi’s voice rumbled in his chest, the twins looked up at their father curiously – knowing he was about to give them a direct order… That was his daddy voice after all. “Distract your sister…. I have someone to talk to.” Then he was moving towards Yukio, who froze like a deer in headlights at the sight of his uncle practically charging towards him.

Maro and Reiji smiled far too sweetly at their big sister before they went completely limp in her arms, making her struggle to hold herself up as they dangled from her neck and shoulders. “Ah! Maro! Reiji! Cut it out!” Her hands pushed at their holds, trying to free herself – knowing her father would most likely scare off her new boyfriend. Her Yukio.

Yukio stared up at Iwaizumi with wide light brown eyes, identical to his fathers, “Uh… Go-Go-Good Afternoon, Uncle Iwa… H-h-how are y-you?” Unlike his father, Yukio had more sense to be afraid of those much larger than him – and his uncle was a mountain compared to his ant hill.

“Let’s take a walk, Yukio.”

His voice was deep, dark, and almost had a grave tone to it – Yukio wasn’t sure if this would be his last walk ever. He’d known how protective of Kiyomi his uncle was, and he’d known his own father had been praying nonstop for Yukio to gain the courage to ask her out – two forces for opposite causes. An idea sparked his movements, having him shuffle out the front door with Iwaizumi following behind him, and he prayed it would throw the scary father off his trail for even a little bit.

“D-D-Dad told me to ask her out!” Yukio blurted suddenly, and Iwaizumi grabbed his shirt to stop him from running for cover. The young boy was prompted to turn around and face his uncle, who admittedly looked less intimidating in the light of the day. Though, that didn’t stop the fear of the unknown push his heart into overdrive, “D-Dad said we-we looked cute together…”

Now Yukio blushed in embarrassment, scratching the back of his head as he stared down at his shoes, feeling a sense of shame for pushing all the blame off on his father. Oikawa had wanted his son to find happiness yes, and yes he did think his son and Iwaizumi’s daughter did look cute together, but to say he’d been the main drive of Yukio asking Kiyomi out…. Was a blasphemous lie.

And Iwaizumi knew it. Oikawa may have a death wish with many things – but pushing his son and Iwaizumi’s daughter together wasn’t one of them. Oikawa had known that was going to happen regardless. And so did Iwaizumi. Hell, he’d known as soon as Oikawa had come to him announcing the discovery of his son in his wife’s womb. It was bound to happen. Fate wanted Iwaizumi and Oikawa to stay together, near each other – together by friendship or by marriage of their children, whichever drew them closest.

But that didn’t mean Iwaizumi was just going to let it pass without a hitch.

Yukio gulped as he continued to stare down at his shoes, feeling his eyes brimming with tears now that he’d lied. Shamefully lied, feeling absolutely awful for pushing it off on his doting father. “Yukio…” The boy practically jumped at the rumbling of his uncle’s voice, but looked up at his familiar green eyes. Iwaizumi sighed and sat down on his porch step, patting the cement next to him, “Come here.” Yukio did as he was told, sitting next to his uncle and hiding his hands between his knees – they were clammy.

Silence held the air between them. Iwaizumi didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know where to start. Yukio was too scared to even look up from his knees. Inside the house, there was yelling and running around – Kiyomi trying to get to the door to make sure her daddy hadn’t ruined her best friend turned boyfriend, but being distracted by her little brothers making more havoc of the house.

“I’m not…. Mad, Yukio.” Iwaizumi broke the silence, feeling his initial rage slowly die down. They were kids. 13 years old. So much more life ahead of them, Iwaizumi was sure they’d drift apart with time. Or grow stronger. “I want you to promise you’ll be careful with her.” It almost pained him to say something so… serious… to a boy he’d personally seen shit his pants when he didn’t get what he wanted as a toddler.

Yukio quickly nodded his head, “Y-Y-Yes, sir! Of course, Uncle… I wouldn’t ever do anything to hur-“

“I’m not done.” The boy shut his mouth, curling his lips inward and chewing on the bottom one – his uncle was terrifying when he wanted to be. “I trust you to not hurt her… Because you know your father wouldn’t tolerate it, either… Of all the snot nose boys she could have picked, against my wishes and hopes…. I guess… I’m kind of okay that she picked you.” It was hard to say, hard to express, how truly thankful Iwaizumi felt about his daughters and Yukio’s new step… Mostly because he had to get over his initial, primal need to protect his offspring from anything and everything.

But he had practically raised Yukio along with Oikawa and his wife. And Oikawa had done the same to Kiyomi and the twins. They were familiar. They were family. The idea of his daughter and Oikawa’s son was much more… welcomed… than the idea of his daughter with some schmo only wanting the worst for her.

“Uncle?” Iwaizumi glanced at Yukio from the corner of his eye, feeling if he looked at the boy any more that he’d get less okay with what was happening. “I’m sorry I lied about Dad…” Yukio hung his head in shame, still feeling awful for his false claims.

Somehow… The shame rolling off Yukio’s shoulders had a comforting effect on Iwaizumi. Made him more comfortable with the idea of this better rounded boy dating his precious daughter. Iwaizumi hummed and patted his ‘nephews’ back, “It’s fine.” And it was. Iwaizumi didn’t feel his initial rage anymore, nor did he feel any negative feelings towards Yukio. Because he knew Yukio may look exactly like his best friend, exactly like Oikawa in every way…

But he wasn’t Oikawa. He wasn’t the pretty, popular, troublesome boy Iwaizumi had gown up with throughout the years.

A loud smashing of glass echoed from the house – and Iwaizumi let out a loud, long sigh before he was standing up from the porch and walking to the front door. “I’m getting too old for this trash. Boys!” All havoc stopped in its place as the twins looked at their father with wide green eyes, waiting for his next order while Kiyomi stopped chasing after them, giving her father an exasperated expression. Iwaizumi chuckled lowly, feeling as if he had a long journey ahead of him with these children of his.

By the time Kiyomi is 13… Iwaizumi is 40 years old – poor old man lol Just thought I’d slide this detail in there for better clarification 🙂

This is ridiculously cute!!

Kuroko – Snuggle Honey

ASKS:

“You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?” With Kuroko!

How about Kuroko, “You’re lucky you’re cute”

I felt these two worked well together.

You know this is a bad idea. Kuroko has been exhausted – you both have – trying to adjust to your first year as university students. But you can’t help it, you miss him too much and tomorrow is going to be another long, responsibility filled day that you just don’t think you can face without some time with him. Even if you’re both unconscious.

The hinges squeak and you wince but you’ve come too far to stop now. Gingerly you step further into his room, each sound feeling like it’s intensified ten times in the near silence. Finally you reach your goal and gently pull the covers back to make way next to your somehow still slumbering boyfriend.

It isn’t easy but you manage to get all the way horizontal, spooning your back to his front. Just when you think you’re home free you hear his sleepy voice say, “You come to my room and wake me up at 4:00 AM to cuddle?”

“I just…I’m sorry. I couldn’t sleep and I missed you and-”

His arm snakes around your waist, drawing you completely flush to himself. Through a yawn he says, “You’re lucky you’re cute, ____-chan.” Then he’s back to sleep, but with a smile on his face.

Ukai – Breathing Optional?

ASK: YAY! Please some Ukai with “I think I forgot how to breathe.” THANK YOU

Ukai can recall a handful of things that have robbed him of oxygen. Now is definitely at the top of that list.

“Keishin? Did you hear me?”

He sucks in deep. “Sorry,” he almost gasps, gulping in another breath. “I think I forgot to breathe there for a moment.” His hand slides tentatively over skin, ear pressing to her stomach though he knows he won’t hear anything at this stage.

But still he whispers, “Hello baby, this is your papa.”

Nishinoya – Working together

ASK: a fluffy scenario with Noya “Hi, we’re assigned as partners” please!

Nishinoya could feel himself staring but he just couldn’t help it. You were too cute not to look! His eyes, soft but focused, gazed at the back of your head as the teacher’s voice filled the room, though he couldn’t hear the words properly, so distracted by you.

“Nishinoya-kun?”

Your voice, coupled with the fact you were now looking at him, almost made him fall out of his chair.

Were you bothered by his staring? Upset he had the gall to look at you? No, you had a small smile on your face, a little confusion maybe at his mouth gaping open as he tried to find words. Were…were you going to confess? Were all his dreams going to come true in this-

“I…I think you spaced out there a bit. We’re assigned as partners for this project. Do…do you want to figure out a time to get together and plan it out?”

Nishinoya blinked, swallowed, finally found his voice. “That sounds great, _____!” He knew he was being too loud, but at least he was known for that.

It may not have been a confession, but at least he would be spending more time with you. Which would hopefully give him the courage to make his own.

Ushijima – Could it be?

ASK; 44. “I think I’m pregnant.” with ushiwaka and fem s/o scenario pls? Thankss

Ushijima’s brow furrowed deeply as he listened to the retching coming through the bathroom door. This was the third day in a row you’d run straight to it and emptied what little contents your stomach held. Large hands raked through short cropped hair. He was getting ready to leave for a couple weeks, an away tournament with his team but he was seriously considering telling them to go without him. He couldn’t leave you like this!

Not that he was doing much to begin with but he felt unsettled at the idea of leaving his wife when she was so ill.

The door opened, revealing a very pale _______.

He stood, hurrying to her side to offer assistance. “Are you ok?” he asked.

She smiled weakly. “Not sure, must have caught something.” She frowned up at him as he helped lay her back down on the bed and tucked the covers to her chin. “Shouldn’t you be packing?”

He huffed. “I think I’m going to tell them I can’t make it.”

She sat up quickly, eyes wide. “Wakatoshi, you can’t do that! You’re the vice captain! How would that look if-”

Her words cut off in a gag, body flying back towards the bathroom, her face barely making it to its target of the toilet bowl where she dry heaved. This time he was there, gathering her hair and rubbing her back. “I’m not leaving you like this,” he mumbled when she collapsed into his arms, a heap of exhaustion.

“I’m fine, Toshi,” she insisted. “Plus if this is something really bad, I don’t want you to catch it. Go and take care of your team, I’ll be back to normal in no time.”

He scowled but didn’t want to cause her further distress by continuing to argue.

After helping her back into bed once more, he made way to pack. As he zipped up his bag, he noticed she was looking at her phone with a furrowed brow.

“Something the matter?” he asked taking a seat next to her.

She turned, eyes a bit hazy and he wondered if she was starting to get a fever when she blurted out, “I think I’m pregnant.”

He blinked. “What?”

She held up her phone which he took, eyes scanning over the text on the screen; symptoms. Symptoms of pregnancy. Suddenly his own stomach felt a bit queasy.

But he pushed the feeling down, instead drawing his own phone from his pocket. He hit a few buttons, the sound of his captain’s voice coming over the line in a surprised greeting; Ushijima did not often call people.

“I’m going to be late,” the ace said simply. “I may not be there at all, there’s something ______ and I need to take care of.”

Needless to say, the male on the other end of the line was shocked but simply wished them luck in whatever it was they were dealing with and to keep him posted. Ushijima nodded despite him not being able to see it and ended the call.

Turning back to his wife he smiled faintly. “Call the doctor, let’s see if you’re right.”

Aomine – If I can’t have you…

ASK: slight aomomo scenario when she says “It hurt when you said you didn’t love me, but it hurt even more when you fell in love with _____.” (aomine just loves momoi’s best friend (reader) ) thanks Jade!

Aomine’s shoulders ached with a tenseness he hadn’t felt in a long time; he was nervous. His foot bounced under the table, knee jostling the cup of coffee he didn’t even want. With a huff, he grabbed it, stood and chucked it in the trash. No sense in making his stomach more upset.

The chime of the bell above the door to the cafe he sat in drew his attention to it and he felt his throat clench; there she was.

Her eyes found his quickly but the smile she sent was strained; was this even a good idea? Within he shook his head. This was his best friend he was looking at, the person who’d stood by him through so much shit of his own making he wondered at her sanity sometimes. No matter the result of this meeting, he had to see things through.

He owed her that much.

Awkwardly he stood, unsure if he should hug her but she saved him the trouble by patting his back as she walked to the vacant chair across from his own and sat. He followed suit, retaking his seat, hands clenching together on the table top. He hated vulnerability but she’d always been able to read him like a book anyway, so he might as well not add to his plight by working to keep a facade they both knew would crumble anyway.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, both uncertain where or even how to start.

“You look…nice,” Aomine tried, unsure of the words as soon as they left his mouth.

Satsuki smiled again, a delicate blush on her cheeks. “Thanks,” she said quietly.

And then the silence returned.

Finally Aomine took a breath and began, “Look, Satsuki, I don’t know what-”

“It’s not your fault, it’s me, Daiki,” she interrupted.

He fell quiet, trying to be patient, trying to give her the time she needed to say what she’d come here to say. Finally she inhaled deeply, but kept her eyes on the table, unable to meet his as she confessed, “It just…it hurt when you said you didn’t love me, but it hurt even more when you fell in love with _______.”

Aomine’s chest burned, his heart beating rapidly against his rib cage. What was he supposed to say to that? She went on hurriedly, “Which is, of course, not your fault. You can’t help how you feel, I just…I couldn’t stay and watch. It hurt too much.”

“And what about me? What about _____? You think it didn’t hurt us when you just fucking disappeared?” Aomine tried to keep the anger out of his voice but as usual he couldn’t manage but be anything except brutally honest.

Satsuki took in a shaky breath and forced herself to look him in the eye. “I know it was wrong but I just…I had to be selfish. I had to get away because there was no way I could watch the boy – the man – I’d fallen in love with love someone else.” She stood, wrapping her jacket tighter around her body. “I’d hope time away would dull the pain but seeing you-”

She cut herself off with a choked sob, tucking her chin down and running to the door. Aomine watched her go, every ounce of him screaming to give chase, but he knew it would be fruitless. Just as he couldn’t help how he felt about the two most important women in his life, he knew Satsuki couldn’t help how she felt about him and forcing her to stay would just make everyone more miserable.

With a grunt, he stood, took one last look at the cafe that had been their safe haven and walked out, never to return again.

Aomine – Notice Me

ASK: Ohhh~ Interesting! How about some Aomine with “I’ve loved you my whole life and I’ve waited for you to notice” thanks~

“Do you think maybe Kuroko-kun will be there this weekend?”

Aomine’s brow furrowed. “Why does it matter?”

You frowned in return both at the question and his tone. “Um, because I want to see him?”

“Why are you always talking about him?”

Aomine’s question, snapped in obvious and completely unwarranted irritation, made you stop walking. He stopped as well but didn’t turn around, his shoulders hunched and hands pushed deep in the pockets of his large puffy coat. You weren’t sure what to say.

The silence must have gotten to him because he was speaking again over his shoulder, still refusing to look at you. “I’m just tired of hearing about another guy from you, especially him.”

“Why?” One simple word, but so full of weight.

He turned, lips tight and eyes burning into yours. Finally he took a deep breath. “Because I’ve loved you my whole life and I’ve waited for you to notice. But,” he snickered mirthlessly, “leave it to me to fall for the only person who’s looking at the shadow.”

Then he walked away, leaving you stunned on the sidewalk.

so i’m new to your blog but so far i just love your writing omg! so i was wondering if i could request hc for a kurooxfem! s/o who’s a little thicc but like shy about it? if that makes sense?

Welcome and thank you so much! It totally makes sense, I hope you like these!

Kuroo first laid eyes on you when you came to talk to Kenma during practice about a project in your mutual class. He stared so hard (your curves are amazing) you thought Kenma was in trouble and hightailed it out of there.
A few weeks later when he approached you in the hall you almost ran; he was a lot more intimidating up close. But his easy smile somehow both calmed and increased your heart rate. Which promptly stopped beating when he said, “So…are you free Saturday night?”
You thought he was joking, almost started crying because was he always this cruel? He saw your face fall and swiftly smooth captain Kuroo becomes a bumbling dork. “Eh? I…hey…if you don’t want to all you gotta say is no!”
Despite both your embarrassment, the date does happen. Which leads to many more all to culminate in Kuroo asking you to be his girlfriend.
You still don’t understand why and he doesn’t understand how you don’t understand.
Eventually, because he is clever and pays super close attention to things (especially people) who mean a lot to him, he figures out your insecurities.
Picks them apart in the best ways possible.

“Babe, wear that red dress tonight, the one with the sparkly belt.”
“It’s too tight, Kuroo!”
“It shows off your sexy curves. And who’s birthday is it, anyway?”

Snuggles close while watching movies, kissing your cheek or the top of your head over and over.

“I wanna kiss you all over,” he admits.
“Um, maybe with the lights off?”
His dark eyes met yours. “There’s no reason to hide from me,” he says crawling over you. “I love every single inch of you.”

Eventually he cracks through that wall of built up defense and shyness, showing you that a “perfect body” is just an illusion and you’re beautiful both inside and out.

Ooh, writing for Free now? Hmm… How a few scenarios about Haru, Rin, Makoto, and Reis’ girlfriends’ skirt blows up in the wind… only to reveal she wears shorts under her skirts. Whether they’re disappointed or relieved, she teases that she’ll let them see more when they’re alone.

Yes I am, I just fell in love with these boys and knew I couldn’t hold back from opening asks for them. This is so funny, I hope I do it justice!

Haru

It was a blustery day, the wind sending swirls of leaves and petals towards the sky only to return to earth in a most unwelcome place: the Iwatobi High School swimming pool.

But, as usual, Haru took no notice of the floating obstacles, his hands slicing through the water with ease as he swam as he always did: free.

What did break his concentration was the sight of his girlfriend running around the deck chasing papers tossed up by the same playful wind, her skirt shifting dangerously high until a high gust pushed it over her thighs. However, he fell right back into stride when her shorts came into view.

Seems there was nothing to get worked up over and he couldn’t decide if he was relieved or annoyed.

Rin

Amusement danced in his bright red eyes watching his girl running about the fallen leaves hued in gold, red and brown. Times like these she reminded him of a little kid, oblivious to the adult world waiting for them just around the corner.

A sudden gust had her squealing, hands flying down in delayed effort to keep her skirt from flying up to no avail.

“Awww, babe! And here I thought I was going to get a real show,” he pouted as the sight of shorts instead of the sexy underwear he’d imagined she’d wear came into view.

She stuck out her tongue and he flashed a toothy grin as he bolted after her making her squeal again as she ran from his pursuit. “Tease the shark, you’re gonna get bit!” he cried, easily over taking her into a pile of as yet undisturbed leaves.

Makato

“Do you think a skirt was a good idea to wear on such a windy day?” Makato couldn’t help asking as he and his girlfriend walked hand in hand from the train station towards school.

“Like I have much choice with the uniforms!” she complained.

Sheepishly with a slight blush he scratched his cheek. “I guess that’s true. But still, maybe it would have been better-”

“Eeek!”

A blast of cold air shifted the light material of her skirt, blowing it up and revealing…shorts.

Makato couldn’t hide his laughter as he inquired, “If you were going to wear something under it anyway, why not leggings?”

“Because they’re all dirty!” she snapped.

Rei

It wasn’t that Rei didn’t appreciate his girlfriend’s sense of style. Truth be told, it was beautiful. But did she really have to wear such a short skirt to an amusement park?

“Let’s go on the merry-go-round!” she exclaimed, pulling on his hand.

“Um, but, won’t your skirt-”

“It’s fine!” she exclaimed mounting her fiberglass steed. He picked one close to her, retaking her hand to hold as they rode. If he was going to be on the thing at all he might as well try to make it as romantic as possible.

“See, isn’t this fun?!”

Rei looked at her smiling face but as they rounded the bend, a gust of unexpected high wind slammed into them sending her skirt high above her knees. And even though he saw she was wearing shorts, Rei’s cheeks still burned crimson.

Oikawa tooru, 9?

“Turn ons? So lewd, anon-chan,” Oikawa teases. He narrows his eyes, leaning in close to your face. “I always appreciate a good make out session. We can see where things go from there,” he breathes against your ear, pressing a delicate kiss to the underside of your jaw.