CARVE YOUR NAME INTO MY BEDPOST

"look at the pretty dress daddy bought me!" your daughter twirls a few times until she loses balance, your husband catching her before she falls.

"its very pretty baby." you squat down to brush your daughters hair away from her face, brushing down the dress and leaving a kiss on her cheek, "can you braid my hair too mommy? please?"

"sure thing, go and get your hair ties and the clips okay?" she nods, running up the stairs towards her bathroom.

you turn back to suna, eyeing the shopping bags in his hands as he drops them to the floor.

"rin, i thought we had agreed on not buying anymore clothes for her right now." you wrap your arms around your husbands neck, and his hands make their way to your lower back. one hand sliding under your shirt to rub at your back.

"i don't remember agreeing to that." suna pecks your lips once before leaving a kiss on your forehead.

"i can see you smirking."

"you're imagining things babe." you giggle and roll your eyes, "we agreed to that because her closet is overfilling and we have no where to hang anything anymore," you run your hand through the hair on the back of his head, "if she asks, will you just have another closet built for her?" you smile and tilt your head.

he laughs and sighs, "baby, you can't blame me. she has your eyes, and i can never say no when she pulls the little puppy dog eyes you both do when you want something."

"mhm. sure."

"and if either of you asked, id just buy you a separate house to keep all the clothes you could want."

"really? that so very practical suna."

"incredibly practical and realistic, suna."

you tsk, "that was cheesy."

you drop your head onto his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist and closing your eyes when he kisses the top of your head.

"mommy, come upstairs! and bring daddy too!"

you look at at suna, your chin resting on his chest, "cmon, she probably wants to do your makeup," you grab his hand and bring him with you towards the stairs. turning back you smile at him, "and this time i won't stop her from using the glitter on you."

"babe, you know that never comes out."

"oh i know. its what you deserve for not listening to me." you stick your tongue out at him and begin going up the stairs, yelping when you feel a pinch on your thigh.

whipping your head around you narrow your eyes at him ready to snap at him but he says, "i love you."

you roll your eyes, "i love you too."

"i know pretty. so that's why im begging. no glitter."

also we never talk about being the older woman with a younger guy head over heels for you

“do you ever think about getting married?”

“um,” atsumu looks at you over his phone screen. “no? we’re babies, dude.”

“we’re twenty,” you sigh, and he watches as you kick your legs up and settle them over his, hooking a hand around your ankle and rubbing his thumb in circles over the nub of bone. “i want to get married.”

“you don’t even have a boyfriend,” he scoffs. “who’re ya gonna marry?”

“i dunno,” your eyes are heavy-lidded, hazy. talking for the sake of talking. he’s listening for the sake of you. “i want… a frat wedding?”

“a what?” he puts his phone down, dropping all semblance of disinterest.

“like, when the american universities have everyone get really drunk and do a pretend wedding for fun. i just want to put streamers everywhere and have a tacky balloon arch and pretend to get married. i want to wear a veil and a miniskirt.”

“okay,” atsumu says hazily, suddenly very aware of the shortness of your shorts and the bareness of the leg he’s touching. miniskirt… “let’s have a frat wedding.”

suddenly, you let out a big huff of air and tip your head back.

“what’s up?” he asks.

“i remembered i don’t have anyone to marry,” you explain. “so no fake wedding.”

you look so dejected, and the corners of your lips are turned down in a pout, and atsumu’s honestly still dedicating about 60% of his brainspace to miniskirt.

“i’ll marry ya,” he says, a little too quickly.

“really?” you say hopefully. “you know that means you’re gonna have to kiss me, right? in front of all of our friends.”

“sounds high-pressure,” atsumu says, lifting your legs out of his lap and setting them aside so he can leverage himself over your prone form. “we’d better start practicin’ now so i don’t embarrass myself.”

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hi!! for the scenarios, kuroo+baby’s first word? <33

the second kuroo bursts into your bedroom with your one-year-old son in his arms, you know you've won.

"you cheated!" he accuses with a pointed finger.

you place the last of your laundry into your shared closet and close the door. picking up the empty basket, you give him a pointed look as you walk past him. "i don't know what you're talking about."

"cheater!" he cries, following you to the laundry area.

"still no clue," you say, setting down the basket and turning.

kuroo trails you all this while, all 189 cm irately bobbing around your house. "you taught him to say mama."

you try not to laugh, and attempt to school your expression as you sit down on your couch, looking up at him. "i did not."

tetsurō peers at your face with squinting eyes, and you can’t help the way the corner of your mouth twitches. he explodes. "you're smiling! i knew it!"

your son blinks, looking from his father to you, and he smiles. extending his arms, he reaches for you. "mama!"

"see?!" your husband wails, and you stand up briefly to take your son before sitting back down. "that's against the rules!"

"what rules?" you say with a roll of your eyes, unable to help your smile any longer, allowing your son to play with your hair. "english wasn't off the table when we had our bet about what word he'd say first."

"it was either okaa-san or otō-san and you know it!" kuroo snaps, cutely stomping to the armchair and sitting down, crossing his arms and pouting. 

you supress a laugh at his touchiness, but nudge your son. “baby, where’s papa?”

his eyes blink up at you, then he points at your husband. tetsurō kuroo glares at the chubby little hand of his traitorous son.

“go give papa a hug,” you say, setting him down. he takes wide steps before giving up and speed crawling to his father. 

despite kuroo’s pout, he bends over to pick up his son. 

“you can always try again with baby number two,” you remind him.

“yeah, yeah,” he grumbles, leaning back so your son can settle on his chest. “you’re lucky i love you."

you chuckle. “hey, baby,” you call to your son, and the boy looks back at you, his hands on the collar of your husband’s shirt. you see the affection that opens up on tetsurō’s face when he looks at his child, and it makes your heart twinge. “say papa.”

your son doesn’t falter, offering you a smile. “mama!”

people had been wondering where natsuo was and i wanted to draw a grown a fuyumi! had to look up some inuit clothing inspiration :))

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texting fwb!suna 'happy father's day' and then ignoring his texts and calls just to make him sweat a bit