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dawnsleif · 2 years ago

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this is how you fall in love — tsukishima kei x fem!reader (5.2k words)

a very late entry for @zorotits (@/tsukina)'s 3k collab! — collab masterlist

synopsis: tsukishima kei is your first love, your second love, and the man you once thought would be your last love. marriage terrified you, and commitment scared him away. another story of childhood friends turned lovers turned enemies. how can you make things work?

warnings: some suggestive language and implied sex, nothing too explicit, though i would appreciate it if babies under 17 didn’t interact with this one. biological family trauma. mention of bruises. toxic behavior, complicated relationship. angst, hurt / comfort.

playlist (songs on loop when i was writing)

sun in his eyes. your first and fondest memory of tsukishima kei, back from when he was still your knight in shining armor, and you, his damsel in distress. an ironic scoff escapes your lips at the thought — how would he save you from himself? lately he has been the cause of your distress. how much things have changed.

all these years with him feel like a fever dream right now. you miss him, and rationality says you should hate him for hurting you over and over, for not taking all the chances you have given him to become a better lover. but you cannot just do that. when you think of kei, you can only picture golden, a ray of sunshine. you remember describing him in such an unlikely way. only a fool in love would portray kei so delicately. he is anything but warmth, yet he feels like home. to you. kei, your kei, is a palette of warm hues. you have held onto the way he cradles you in his embrace during passionate nights, and you have seen something akin to love pooling his gaze every time his lips meet yours.

a glass clinking against yours brings you back to the present. this wine leaves a bittersweet taste in your mouth. you feign an apologetic smile before looking up, ready to dismiss whoever is standing there. but before words leave your lips, a choked gasp does.

“why didn’t you tell me you’re back from your honeymoon?”, the intruder chuckles at your accusing tone.

“if i were to tell you, it wouldn’t be a surprise. congratulations, little one”, you scowl at his reply, swatting his hand away when he tries to ruffle your hair. some things may change, but others will stay the same, just like how tsukishima akiteru will never stop babying you.

“thank you, ‘teru”, you suppose this is not too bad. after breaking up with kei for the umpteenth time, work turned into the favorite subject you could pour your love into. at least it wouldn’t break your heart. it seems that your effort paid back, as you find yourself standing in the middle of this gala as a representative of the law firm you work under.

akiteru knows you hate small talk, thus he lets background music fill your silence, and finds a chance to leave you alone when his wife comes around. they are an endearing couple, you cannot help but envy them.

you notice a man behind the pair, whose eye color is similar to kei’s, maybe a tad bit darker. he stands up and walks in your direction, puzzled. a faint blush tints your cheeks at his closeness, perhaps your blurred stare was too insistent.

“can i help you, miss?”, damn, he has a nice voice, not too deep, not too coy. his muscular frame, imposing, is a desirable sight too. ignoring your first impression of him, his vague resemblance with kei, he looks like fine one-night-stand material. you want to smack yourself for such shameless thoughts. it must be the alcohol. get yourself together, y/n, you are here for work.

“has anyone ever told you how pretty hazel eyes are?”, the stranger raises an eyebrow, entertained. his eyes are too dark to be hazel, you are probably mistaking him for someone else in your half-drunken state. a jerk who broke your heart, he dares to guess.

“you just did”, his response is followed by your giggles. you have a pretty laugh and kissable lips, he admits to himself after checking you out. don’t get him wrong, he is not planning to make any move on you, and knows better than to take advantage of someone who cannot consent.

“okay, mr. hazel eyes”, you are somewhat sober, at least, sober enough to not call him kei, “may i have your name?”.

“yuuji. terushima yuuji. and you are?”, he finds you amusing. a woman clad in such an expensive dress must hold some status, but you look nothing like other people in this hall. you seem lost, broken, vulnerable. almost like a deer in headlights. he wonders why.

“y/n. tsukishima y/n”, the name tastes more bittersweet than the wine, you note. it was so close to becoming your legal name.

a feminine voice calls your companion, and you furrow your brows. what have you gotten yourself into? a man with a date? seriously, y/n, what the hell?

“duty calls, y/n. i’m my sister’s date for the night”, yuuji makes sure to hand his number in before making his way to his sibling, and cackles when you sigh in relief at the mention of ‘sister’. you really aren’t in the mood to deal with jealous girlfriends.

after waving him goodbye, a sole glance at your surroundings urges you to get out of here. fancy dresses and tailored suits. perfect smiles and polite reverences. socializing with high-class society was never your forte. you hate their rules and unhealthy obsession with perfectionism. hypocrisy and play-pretending remind you of that woman you used to call mother.

there is a secluded balcony, where you finally breathe in some fresh air and call your coworker. your words are still a bit slurred, and she is quick to understand you really need to call it a day. done with playing cinderella tonight, you are craving the weight of your duvet and the comfort of your bed.

the jingle of your keys echoes in your apartment. you turn on the lights, looking around, your eyes frantically searching for any hint of kei. nothing. it is a cozy place, but it feels empty without him.

waking up the next morning with tear-stained cheeks, puffy eyes, and a headache is something you should have expected when you let yourself wallow in misery. a look in the mirror has you grimacing. who is that? you cannot head to work with those eyebags. bless your concealer and makeup skills. the person smiling back at you is recognizable now. it's time to girlboss, y/n.

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responsibilities come with your promotion, you are busier than ever, and days pass by quickly. your routine stays the same: food, sleep, work. it’s as if you don’t really remember how to live outside of that if he’s not by your side, but at least you are not neglecting your body’s needs. it’s only when akiteru calls you to go back to tsukishima’s that you realize how detached you have been from the outer world.

“ma!”, you have missed her dearly, she has always been there to nurse your heart when others break it, be it your biological mother, or kei. tsukishima’s mother welcomes you in her embrace. she also is home to you. this woman took you under her wing when you were a helpless little girl, and made it her goal to raise you as a fighter, having her own children protecting you along the way.

she was a teacher in the nursery school your biological mother had enrolled you in, and noticed something about you was off within the first days. when parents came to pick up their kids at school, you were always standing on the corner, watching their interactions with sparkling eyes. you always were the last kid to be picked up, your mom would show up faking an apologetic smile, but you didn’t seem too upset. you enjoyed the teacher’s company, and she, too, grew fond of you.

when you came to school with alarming bruises, she decided it was time to take matters in her hands. some calls to authorities, lots of paperwork, and a couple of years later, your biological parents were deprived of your custody. tsukishima’s mother treated you like a child of her own, she gave you a family, and the maternal love you didn’t imagine you would ever receive.

you have found yourself considering, sometimes, how your life would be if ma had never figured out you were being abused. perhaps you would not have met kei. that would have saved your heart, but would also mean giving up all the love from your found family.

“you don’t look too good”, she has asked you to stay and chat with her after dinner. you offer a sheepish smile at her observation, nothing ever has escaped from her eyes. after all, she was the one who discovered the seed of your love for kei planted in a young heart. it must have been her mother's instinct.

“i miss kei”, she is taken aback by your serenity. you don’t look like someone who just got her heart broken. right, it’s not the first time. damn that son of hers.

“he’ll be back”, you nod at the mother's reply. kei always comes back to piece your heart together, just to stomp on it and leave again. your fear of abandonment and your only lover have taught you to love until it hurts, until your heart aches. you love too fully, not knowing when to stop. perhaps your love suffocated him. maybe it was all too much.

“i met someone who looks like kei”, a change of topic. your voice drifts off in melancholy.

“but you aren't going to see him again”, she assumes right. if there's someone who might know you better than you do, it must be her. you don't wish to reach out. his pretty eyes captivated you for a blink of time, but they are not hazel, not kei's eyes. and it wouldn't be fair for yuuji to be used as a substitute. you don't want him to get the wrong idea, nor can you really bring yourself to kiss anyone who is not kei. it's not like you haven't tried that before.

things will eventually fall back to their place, she promises before sending you off. her words have always been more convincing than others'.

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dim lights, alcohol, and a crowded room. when you see him again, a few months later, your mind takes you back to the night he made you a woman. the atmosphere was similar to tonight's; the lights were somewhat brighter and there wasn't as much sexual tension. the both of you were in a rebellious phase, and wanted to try what they had told you was exclusively for couples. a taste of the forbidden. it was sweet, he wanted more, and you wanted him. your relationship went from childhood friends to something you wouldn't quite label as friends with benefits. you caught feelings. and he run away. that was the first time.

back then, ma wasn’t too surprised at kei’s sudden disappearance and your upset state. she stayed by your side, not pressuring you to talk, and you found solace in her presence. you knew that conversation would have to take place eventually, so you spoke. you told her about your love for her youngest son, how he made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy, how you were afraid that he would leave you permanently. you had expected tsukishima’s mother to be disappointed in you, but instead, she held you close and advised you to give yourself some time. you still remember to this day how she told you love is not supposed to be too complicated — what’s easy is right.

“y/n”, your name sounds so delicate, so doting, in his voice. his greeting gives you an excuse to check him out and disguise your zoning out. he looks tired, but not too changed. ever since he has started to work in the museum, he requests doing research abroad every time you two break up. you have already lost count of how many times this has happened.

“welcome back, we can catch up later. i have to go”, that's your offer to solve things in bed, like you always do. bite marks, hickeys, and sex. he hasn't learnt any alternative way to show an ounce of love. you cannot keep pondering on his way of romance, you are here with your coworkers to celebrate a win on a difficult case.

he doesn’t stop you, but pulls you in for a kiss. he still tastes the same, addictive — strawberry gum flavored, and the faintest hint of cigarettes. you had told him you liked it better when his kisses tasted like strawberries. he hasn’t forgotten. your lips draw a satisfied smile before he lets you go.

“your boyfriend?”, someone asks when you sit back. people are unnecessarily nosy sometimes, but you are in a nice mood tonight, so you entertain them.

“my ex”, you feel his gaze on you, and don't hesitate in clarifying their assumption. you haven't made up yet, so he's still your ex. your colleagues look astonished, but you aren’t going to elaborate on your love life.

despite the loud music, kei overhears your response, and for some reason beyond his understanding, he is not precisely happy. his attention all focused on every move of yours, you look captivating in that black dress. as though you have noticed his possessive stare, you offer a coquettish smile. if he wants people to misunderstand your complicated relationship, two can play this game.

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when you wake up the following morning with a sore body, something feels different. you try to sit up, just to feel the grip on your waist tighten. kei is still here. wait. what? why is he still here? any sign of sleepiness retreats, and you hold your breath, waiting for him to get up.

“morning”, his hoarse voice snaps you out of your trance, it’s unfair how ethereal this man looks. he stretches, lazily, and doesn’t budge at your questioning gaze. you are used to him leaving after using your body. waking up to his hold on you and the innocence emanating from his sleeping figure is all new. which game is he playing now?

“kei”, you fight your urge to huff in annoyance when he hums in acknowledgment, “what is this?”.

“i thought we were alright now?”, heavens, his audacity will be the death of you.

“does this seem alright to you? is it really alright to leave and come back as if nothing happened?”, tears are welling up in your eyes, and his silence only serves to fuel your anger, “as if you didn’t break my heart again? what am i to you? what about us? tell me, kei. what the fuck is this game you are on? i hate it. i hate you”.

“y/n, calm down”, it sounds like a warning.

you take some deep breaths, arranging your thoughts. you guys never had an actual talk revolving around your relationship. in fact, you don’t even know why you are demanding answers from him.

“are you going to leave again?”, you aren’t sure if you want to hear his reply.

“do you want me to?”, he has mastered the art of turning the tables on. yes, a meek voice insists in your mind, he isn’t committing to this relationship. no, a desperate voice screams in your heart, you cannot afford another heartbreak.

“no. can we talk about this? please”, you cling to your blanket, in search of comfort.

“i apologise. didn’t know i hurt you so much”, he sounds more sincere than he has ever been, and he reaches your hand, a thumb mindlessly caressing it while he reassures you, “didn’t mean to hurt you. i’m sorry. would never do that on purpose”.

“i know, kei”, he might not have handled things the best way, he has a sharp tongue, and he probably excels in running away, but he would never hurt you on purpose.

tsukishima kei has always adored y/n. that’s a fact.

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life seems to be back on track after you confronted him about your conflicted feelings. you agreed on staying as friends, just friends, no benefits, until everything gets clearer. kei still often graces you with his presence, and there has been a subtle change; you feel like he is back for real.

it just so happens that fate is a player, it tries to block your way to make up with him. but this time, you are two grown ups not willing to fall victim to miscommunication.

“you were saying?”, his furrowed brows, tiny pout, and rougher voice make you feel some kind of way. it’s a twisted feeling, you know. but you love it when he is jealous.

“he is no one, kei. you should have listened to ma’s whole sentence”, he hung up before poor mom could explain the situation.

“that’s not the point, i’ll call her back later”, you chuckle at his sheepishness and deflated tone. his expression looks exactly like the one he had many years ago, when he was caught sneaking candies for you.

“you were abroad, i met someone at the gala after my promotion. yuuji terushima, mr. hazel eyes. he looked like you”, you recall the encounter.

his face shifts after hearing the name. wasn’t terushima the captain from that school in miyagi? they don’t really look alike, he thinks.

“i almost surrendered, but…”, you hesitate.

“but?”, he questions.

“but i’m rational enough to tell i don’t want anyone but you”, there, it’s finally out. a weight lifted off your shoulders. or heart.

kei exhales, relieved. his mind was running wild with all the possible ways you could have ended your sentence, and for a moment, he panicked. he knows it’s the right time to out his thoughts too. if anything, he is not going to lose you over unspoken feelings.

“i love you so much it scares me”, it’s raw emotion, but his stance does not waver at all, “i didn’t mean to run away, but after i did the first time, avoiding this talk seemed more appropriate. it was easier. but i don’t want to lose you, y/n. just give me a chance to say i love you, please”.

an ability you have not acquired yet is one that would have you denying his requests — you just don’t know how to say no when he asks so nicely. and besides, this is the moment you have been waiting for ever since your relationship started to pave way on the romantic side, even when you couldn’t tell lust and love apart. you nod, giving him an opportunity to be back, secretly hoping this will be the definitive.

“i want to take things slowly”, you make it clear from the start to avoid more misunderstandings, “smothering you in love will probably scare you, and i don’t want to force you to commit so early. let’s fall in love, all over again”.

“thank you”, he appreciates your thoroughness. after so much damage, taking baby steps presents itself as the safest option, “let’s fall in love, all over again”.

tsukishima kei will learn to love you right. that’s a promise.

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“so you are dating her for real this time?”, in an extended family dinner, someone is brave enough to inquire. you don’t give it any importance, no offense is taken. it’s only obvious that, after witnessing your boyfriend’s more tamed attitude, people are getting curious.

“yes, i am. you have a problem with that?”, his pressed lips and twitching brow show how much impertinent questions are testing his patience. he knows he has made some mistakes in the past, acquaintances’ constant reminders are not needed.

you reach for his hand under the table, and give it a tiny squeeze. his expression softens, and his demeanor relaxes. you are here. you don’t care about what they are saying. that’s enough for him.

“they are grown ups now. just let them be”, your interaction doesn’t go unnoticed by tsukishima’s mother. she holds back a joyful smile before intervening in the conversation, “i’m sure y/n doesn’t want to dwell in the past, and kei is trying to become better for her”.

her mom instinct is scarily accurate.

when fight or flight make an appearance in your relationship, you can tell how much things have changed. flight had always been his default response. this time, though, he is ready to fight, for you, for your love. he wants things to work out, he wants to love you right.

people you have met after you two became a stable couple think your love is that of a fairy tale’s. how naive of them. being with kei tsukishima is challenging, as most would say. they aren’t ready to endure his distant surface and explore the most intricate sides of his internal world. you are his exception, he would tell with the most subtle hint of pride.

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golden rays of sunlight filter through your shared apartment’s curtains, and reflect on kei’s pupils, you experience a déjà vu. that year, after your biological parents lost their custody, tsukishima’s mother took you to their home, where you first met him. even at sunset, the last rays of sunlight still lingered, kissing his delicate features goodbye. back then, the first smile he had directed at you was radiant, and your young heart already knew he would become someone important to you.

“you are staring again”, he is staring back at you, a glint of mischievousness in his hazel eyes.

“mother nature and whoever is in charge of creation have always favored you”, it’s a mindless comment, but it piques his interest.

“how so?”, he has a slight idea of what it could be, but still insists on hearing you elaborate.

“come on, kei! don’t act as if you didn’t know how pretty you are”, your small huff earns his cheekiest grin. he has always liked praise, especially if it comes from you.

“you should talk more, you know? it’s rare to hear you say nice things”, he is such a tease.

“and it’s unfair that you are asking for praise when literally everyone would worship you”, you pause for a second, thinking your words through, “i take that back. they would worship you as long as you kept your mouth shut. not everyone likes that sharp tongue of yours”.

“but you like it”, his cocky smirk is suggesting all the possible uses of that sharp tongue of his, all for your enjoyment. your cheeks flare bright red, and you move away, putting some distance between your bodies.

your phone rings, saving you from further embarrassment, and you glare at him before picking it up. in response, he chuckles, unamused.

kei watches as you speak excitedly, loses himself in the way your starry eyes blink, and how your head tilts a little while pondering, and that sweet smile of yours. you are perfect. he doesn’t think much before pecking your lips. you gasp, caught off guard, and your interlocutor inquires if you are in trouble. it’s nothing, you say, and your boyfriend’s smile grows wider — oh, he’s going to have so much fun.

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kei is not a huge fan of physical touch, but does anything for you. words of affirmation are a negative too, he is not really vocal about his affection. gift-giving gives him a headache, he is not good at guessing your preferences, unless you had mentioned them before. acts of service is a somewhat unexplored territory. so that leaves only one option. and, then, one day, you come to the realization that kei’s main love language is, effectively, quality time.

perhaps he is trying to make up for all the lost time and wasted opportunities, or it is simply because he does not like when others interrupt his time with you. you don’t know that. what you know, though, is how good it feels to be in his company. your phones turned off, the doors locked. the outer world does not matter when it’s only tsukishima kei and y/n in their little safe space.

“kei?”, it’s barely a whisper, checking if he’s still awake. he turns around, and you catch a glimpse of his hazel eyes in the moonlight. they don’t look as bright as when they are under the sun, but they are very pretty in the dark too.

he wraps an arm around your waist, hums softly to encourage you to keep talking.

“when did you know you were in love?”, it’s curiosity, and maybe, just maybe, your need for reassurance. he notices the slightest waver of your voice, and doesn’t hesitate to hold you closer. he wants you to feel how important you are, how much you mean to him.

“after our first time”, he is met with your skeptical stare. it’s hard to believe he has harbored feelings for you since the beginning.

“really?”, you don’t want to question him, but the words escape before your mind can even process them. you look at him with apologetic doe eyes, he brushes it off with a gentle smile.

“really”, a firm tone leaves no room for doubt, “i ran away like a coward, but have always loved you. i suppose it had to do with the fear of not knowing how to love you properly, or fearing mom’s reaction, or not being enough for you. i don’t know, but i owe you an apology for leaving you behind”.

your hands tentatively reach his face in the dark, and you press your lips against his. it’s a delicate kiss, a vessel of all the unsaid words, a taste of apologies and forgiveness.

“sweet dreams, kei”, you have forgiven him long ago.

tsukishima kei has always been enough.

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the sky is gray, rain is pouring down fiercely by the end of your shift. it has been a long day at work, and the weather just worsens your gloomy mood. you step out of the building, cursing yourself for trusting the forecast and abandoning your umbrella at home.

“isn’t that your ex?”, a coworker nudges you, and speaks not so discreetly.

“he’s my boyfriend. if you will excuse me”, you draw a polite smile, leave him speechless, and make your way towards kei. even in his work suit, he looks handsome.

“miss girlfriend, do you need a ride home?”, his smug smile indicates he has overheard your exchange with that colleague.

“you could have waited inside”, he ignores your mutter, taking the pilot seat, “it’s not like i don’t recognise your car”.

kei is used to your fits on bad days, and lets you act bratty. you complain about snobby clients, a lost case, the wall color of the company’s newest meeting room. he frees one hand to take yours, sight still focused on the road ahead.

sorry, you murmur. don’t worry about it, his grasp is comforting.

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“you have changed”, akiteru makes a casual comment, standing beside his brother on the porch. the youngest sibling and you are here to visit and help ‘teru with baby-sitting his firstborn while his wife is on vacation to her hometown.

“how bad is it?”, kei shows a lopsided smile. the irony of akiteru pointing out his transformation when he isn’t one who suddenly announced fatherhood. but to be fair, you guys should have expected so from a married man.

“it’s not bad. haven’t you noticed how you seem to radiate joy?”, ‘teru is quick to explain in detail at the other’s astonished expression, “i used to like how you were because you are my brother, but now you have really grown into someone i’m proud of. facing your feelings and tying loose up ends with y/n shows how much you have matured over time. i must admit you are not a child anymore”.

“thank you, ‘teru”, he fails to hold back a pleased smile, turns around to conceal it and checks up on you.

akiteru excuses himself to go inside and make dinner, leaving you guys alone with the child. kei approaches you. it’s sweet seeing you cradling a baby; he used to be afraid of commitment, but now, after seeing you with his niece, a warm feeling settles in his chest. he even fantasizes about a child of his own, with you.

“isn’t she adorable?”, you hand him the baby, whose tiny arms are reaching for her uncle. kei holds her with utmost gentleness, and nods in agreement. his heart melts a little when the little one nuzzles against the crook of his neck.

eighteen year old tsukishima kei thought commitment and happy ever afters were scary. now, twenty eight year old tsukishima kei thinks a family doesn’t sound so bad.

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love, as many things in this life, is a double-edged sword. you put the handle in his hands, and trust him to not aim the blade at your heart. your heart in his hands, and his, in yours. it’s a game, a bet of who is going to succumb first. who is going to betray who. you bet he is going to stay, and he knows you will too.

love also is butterflies in one’s stomach, what literature has been teaching you since a tender age. you have thought about how unfair it is to describe such a pure and long-lasting feeling with an ephemeral life. butterflies have their beauty, but they are short moments in time, and you don’t want your love to be that. you want a love that lasts.

love should not be too complicated, follow your heart, ma once said. back then, you weren’t quite sure of what she meant. you think you might be understanding now — you no longer feel butterflies wreaking havoc in your stomach, but you don’t love kei any less, and might even love him more than before. butterflies in one’s stomach is a myth, a warning of instability. true love is calmness, the assurance of having your beloved close. you don’t have to worry about falling into the traps of scheming, and just go along with what is to come. loving is easy.

love is a spark in your eyes, a smile on your face, a heartbeat. it’s when kei is around and, almost unconsciously, you feel happier. it’s when his sole presence makes you feel alive. love is hazel eyes, blond hair, and a grumpy pout. love, your love, is tsukishima kei.

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kei keeps a paper with vows — he will not let you know about this until the day you guys decide to get married. you also don’t know about the engagement ring hidden in his pocket tonight.

“you have told me how pretty my eyes looked on our first meeting, but i have always wanted to tell you i prefer yours over mine — sunset looked more magical than ever in your eyes that evening.

(thank you, mom, for bringing us together and for looking after her when i was not there).

i have made mistakes, and i never expected you would let me come back. but you did. thank you for all the chances. i'm not the best at wording my feelings, but i have to tell you how much i love you.

when you told me ‘let’s fall in love , all over again’, i knew you would be the first and the last, the only right one. i would not want to commit to any romantic relationship if it’s not with you.

sharing morning coffees, waiting for you on rainy days and having your coworkers envy our relationship, watching how you take care of ‘teru’s baby, spending lazy weekends in bed.

the most mundane things have become better in your company. i guess this is how i knew i fell in love, again”.

note; ellow, thank you for reading! tsukki might be a bit ooc, apologies fot that, but i actually enjoyed working on this fic. he is just a baby who doesn't know how to word his feelings, but tries his best (especially for the vows). i don't have much to say, just happy valentine's, lovelies! <3

#tsukishima x reader #tsukishima x you #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima kei x you #tsukki x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines

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fxtalitygod · 2 years ago

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•Tummy Time•

Pairing: Husband!Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader

Summary: Neither of you were interested in having kids, but after an afternoon of babysitting, perspectives were changed.

Genre: Pure Fluff

Warnings: Slightly suggestive (if you squint), implied misogyny (nothing heavy), MAJOR fluff ahead

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Hello guys! This fic is a part of @levis-hazelnut's BABY FEVER collab for followers only! I literally dropped everything to write this fanfic. When I tell you it was fun, it was fun. I know I usually write a lot of angst, but I'm here to also prove that I can also write fluffy stories as well ( ･ᴗ･̥̥̥ )! Thank you, Hazel, for allowing me to join your collab. I really enjoyed writing this fic. I wish you a happy send-off!

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Satoru Gojo was the strongest, that was a known fact by any living being that managed to stumble upon his path, so why did he feel so weak in the knees as he watched you play with the infant that was currently sitting in your lap? The baby girl laughed as you cooed at her, bouncing the child on your thigh while you sat on the ground in front of all the toys and other equipment your brother had brought to help you watch his baby.

Satoru was mesmerized by how you handled the child, from your gentle hold to your light laughter. Your care for the child made Satoru’s eyes dilate in admiration. The man was even more intrigued when you checked the time and knowingly took your niece and turned her onto her stomach, placing the child in the little play gym next to you.

You and Satoru had come to a silent agreement, practically the moment the two of you got married, that neither of you was interested in having children due to both of your professions as Jujutsu Sorcerers, but if it were to happen it happened and the two of you would deal with it in the best way possible. However, at this moment, Satoru’s perspective began to change as he watched you and the infant interact.

“What are you staring at?”

Satoru was snapped out of his thoughts the second your voice registered in his head. He looked over to see you giving him a questioning look, concern mixed in. At first, the white-haired shaman was at a loss for words, not knowing how to describe his thoughts. It only took him a quick second to realize that it would be best to not say anything and try to switch the topic, deciding that he would word out his thoughts when the two of you were alone in private, for now, Satoru just wanted to admire you and your niece.

“Nothing, what are you staring at?” Your husband teased, trying to get you a little riled up.

“My husband, who is looking at me like he is a dear in headlights,” you quickly came back, deflecting his little tease.

Satoru only scoffed as he made his way over to you, sitting down next to you on the floor as he watched his niece-in-law squirm around, little grunts and huffs coming from the child. Satoru couldn’t help but be confused, he didn’t know much about babies because he never had any interest in having any of his own; however, right now, he was highly considering it.

“What is she doing?” The male shaman asked.

“Trying to roll onto her back,” you quickly explained as you intently watched the child.

“Why?”

You looked at Satoru, a little bit of amusement and confusion on your face as you studied his inquisitive expression.

“Why do you want to know?”

You couldn’t help but ask, it was strange for Satoru to be curious about such a thing.

“I just want to know, that’s all,” the man was quick to answer, getting a little impatient.

You let out a small laugh at Satoru’s clear restlessness with his quick retort. Although you found the man’s actions and responses amusing, you decided to just give him the reply he was awaiting instead of torturing the poor guy with your teasing.

“It's something that parents like to call tummy time, it helps make her neck and shoulders stronger so she can eventually sit up and crawl,” you explained.

Despite your explanation, Satoru was still a little confused, another question ready to be fired at you before you could get up and busy yourself with some other task.

“How do you know when her neck and shoulders are strong enough?” Satoru asked, ready for an answer.

“Well, when she rolls over onto her back, but then she’ll begin to learn how to roll over onto her tummy from being on her back after that. She’ll repeat all of this until she starts to crawl,” you explained once more, still finding Satoru’s curiosity amusing.

The said man hummed in understanding, although he still had another question.

“How long does this usually take?”

You snorted, turning your body to look at Satoru, who was a little shocked at your reaction to the question. The man would be lying if he said that he wasn’t scared because he thought that you had caught him red-handed. Man, was he relieved when he realized you didn’t as you just decided to answer his question.

“When the baby is around four to five months.”

Another question was answered, and another hum of understanding from the blue-eyed man. However, he still had one last question, one that was bugging him a little after you answered the first one.

“How do you know all this, Y/n?”

A pause of silence as you only stared back at Satoru, who looked a little nervous at the expression you were giving him. The man could tell that you were both confused and annoyed with the little Q&A he had forced upon you, your scoff confirming that, but he couldn’t help himself.

“Is this some sort of interrogation because if it is I’m done answering your questions,” you huffed, getting ready to get up.

Before you could leave Satoru grabbed your wrist to keep you in place. His action both shocked you and scared you a little, thinking something had happened, something you didn’t know about. You were relieved to know that it wasn’t the case.

“It’s not I swear, this is the last question I promise, I’m just genuinely curious about all this,” the man desperately responded, pulling you to sit back down.

You were only able to nod your head, acknowledging his statement before answering his inquiry.

“I was kinda forced to learn all of this before marrying you. The second the elders found out about our engagement they threw all these bullshit lessons for me to take, automatically assuming that I would get pregnant soon, meaning that the lessons included a lot of childcare classes. I didn’t have much of a choice because they said if I didn’t take them they would demote me a grade.”

Satoru was shocked, well not too much because it wasn’t a surprise the elders would pull a stunt like that, but he thought that if something like that had happened that you would’ve notified him immediately.

“Why didn’t you tell me any of this?” A baffled tone combined with a bit of anger expressed Satoru’s feelings about the situation.

“I thought you already asked your last question,” you joked, looking up to see that Satoru wasn’t budging.

“Look, I didn’t tell you because I didn’t think it was a big deal, it was only a few classes. Besides, I thought that if anything were to happen by mistake that it would be useful information to have.” You sighed, as you brought your attention back to the baby girl who was still struggling to turn.

Satoru was only able to stare at you and nod, deciding that it would be best to not push you on the sensitive topic any further. Although, the man panicked a little when he saw you getting ready to stand.

“Where are you-” Before he could finish his question, you raised a hand to stop him.

“No. More. Questions. I’m going to get her bottle, she’s getting hungry.” You announced, walking over to the kitchen to go fetch the bottle and heat it.

Satoru sat there, looking at the small infant as it went from grunting and huffing to whining and whimpering. He wanted to hold the baby, but a small part of him was nervous, which was rare because Satoru was never nervous nor scared of anything. So, why was the simple act of picking up the child so nerve-wracking to him?

Before Satoru could lose his mind thinking about it, you came back, a bottle in hand along with a little cloth. You quickly sat down next to Satoru and went to pick up your niece. You settled the child’s head on your shoulder as you made yourself comfortable.

You were about to start feeding the baby, but something had stopped you. You fixed your gaze on Satoru, who was still looking at you as if you had just solved world hunger. An idea popped into your mind and you were sure that you would get a kick out of it later.

“Here, you feed her,” you announced, handing the baby over to Satoru.

“Wait, what?!”

You only laughed as you extended the child to the shaman, supporting her head while doing so.

“I don’t know how, Y/n,” Satoru panicked, trying to pull himself out of the situation.

“Then I’ll show you,” you countered, not allowing him to falter now, not after all those questions he was asking.

With one big gulp, Satoru reached his arms out to take the child, discomfort written all over his face. His movements were awkward and his stance was tense as he tried to adjust the baby into his hold. It was clear that Gojo Satoru had no idea what he was doing.

You were quick to correct your husband, placing your hand gently on his arms to adjust his hold on the child. You made sure the baby’s head laid in the crook of his elbow and that the baby was securely tucked onto his chest. You moved your hands away when you had finished adjusting the man’s form, taking a look at your handy work.

“Relax, Satoru.” You gently warned him before turning around to grab the bottle.

The moment you turned back to look at him, Satoru had settled down, allowing himself to be more comfortable. You thought about teasing him but concluded not to, remembering how tense and nervous he was before.

You handed Satoru the bottle, gesturing for him to feed the baby. You could tell that he had grown a little more uncomfortable, but he was quick to flush it down, straightening his back and motioning the bottle towards his niece-in-law’s mouth.

The girl latched on to the nipple of the bottle immediately, settling down as the whimpers and whines subsided, replaced with the sound of little sucks and grunts of satisfaction as she drank from the bottle.

The two of you watched the child as she ate, making sure she didn’t have any mistakes. Right now, Satoru wanted a baby more than he ever had, there was something about how the child’s eyes sparkled when he gave her the bottle and the way she snuggled into his chest when he held her just the right way, that made his heart beat a little faster. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying this.

When the infant was done eating, he was quick to set the girl on his shoulder to pat her back, almost as if it were instinct. When he heard the small burp he went back to cradling the baby, only to realize that she had quickly fallen asleep. If that didn’t take the cake already, you had gone over and took the baby from his arms, gently rocking her and placing her in the portable crib, humming a little lullaby as you did so. The way you had gently tucked the child in, pulling away with a satisfied smile, Satoru couldn’t help but fall in love with you all over again. Gojo Satoru had fallen in love with the idea of having a child with you.

The tall man was quick to stand up and hug you from behind, looking over your shoulder as he watched his niece-in-law sleep. You couldn’t help but smile at Satoru’s abnormal, yet cute, behavior. You pecked your husband on the cheek before resting your head on top of his.

Unfortunately, the moment couldn’t last forever. The two of you heard a light knock on the front door. You heard the familiar voice of your brother as he called out to see if anyone was home, resolving to quickly remove yourself from your lover’s hold to go retrieve the door for your brother.

Your brother had left as quickly as he arrived, clearly in a rush to get home. You had given your brother one final hug and goodbye before he took off, saying that he better get home before his daughter could wake up from her nap. The moment you stepped foot into the house you plopped yourself down on the couch, letting out a sigh before turning to look at your lover only to notice he had disappeared.

You had been suspicious of your husband’s behavior throughout the entire afternoon, but it had only become concerning around the time you were saying your final goodbyes to your brother and niece. Satoru had become silent and had a strange far-off look, almost as if he were longing.

In the end, you reasoned with yourself that it would be best to give him some space to sort out whatever he was going through. During that time of waiting you decided to take a nap; after all, babysitting your niece was not an easy job. Unbeknownst to you, Satoru had a little plan up his sleeve, one that he was going to present to you later.

You had no idea how long you had been asleep, but it was enough time for your husband to set up what was assumed to be some sort of class presentation.

The second you woke up from your nap you were greeted with a whiteboard full of notes and a paper program on your lap. You looked around the home to see if one of Satoru's students had visited to give their teacher some sort of presentation; however, when you thought about it, your husband would never give a kid such a pointless assignment, mostly because he wouldn't want to review it.

"You're finally awake! Alright, I left you a glass of water and a snack so you won't have to get up," Satoru explained as he walked into the room.

The said man was wearing formal attire, pulling a stack of flashcards out of one of his pockets, straightening them out, and clearing his throat.

"These are the ten reasons we should have a baby! Reason number one, we are in a financially stable position to sustain a child," Satoru started, pointing at a cluster of notes on the board.

"Sato-"

"Reason number two, based on both of our family histories, we do not have any pre-existing medical conditions" your partner interrupted.

Before Satoru could continue, you grabbed the stack of flashcards he was holding and placed them next to you. You could hardly process anything he had said as you had only woken up two minutes ago. You sat there, trying to comprehend what had just transpired.

"Why do you want a baby?" You groggily asked, looking through some of the flashcards your partner had created, "neither of us has ever shown interest in it."

"Originally, I never thought I wanted to be a father, but after seeing you with your niece…my perspective started to change," Satoru explained, flustered by his vulnerability.

You were stunned, to say the least, you had never seen your husband so powerless; you had never seen your husband so desperate. Satoru’s pleading look was saying it all, saying how important this was to him. In all honesty, you didn’t know what to say, as this was all thrown at you in a matter of five minutes and you had hardly woken up and had only processed about half of what Satoru had proposed.

You looked through the flashcards your husband had made, seeing that none of them were left unfinished. It was clear that your partner had done his research as you noticed some good points that he had set up for his little presentation. However, there was one in particular that caught your eye, a note that didn’t pertain to any logical explanation as it was purely based on raw emotion.

“I know that we would make great parents.”

You were at a complete loss of words as you read the statement aloud. You could feel your heart swell as you repeated them in your head, looking up at your lover with glossy eyes. The tears started to spill from your eyes, but they weren't tears of despair or anger; they were tears of happiness. Before your husband could misinterpret your liquid emotion, you launched yourself from the sofa to pull him into an embrace.

"This better not be some sort of twisted joke Satoru because if you tell me it is, I can promise you that I will smack you upside the head," you warned.

Your husband only chuckled lightly, returning your embrace, relieved with the reaction you gave him. Yes, you knew that you had never wanted children before, but seeing how Satoru believed in the two of you to pull it off, how could you say no. Besides, you knew it would be untruthful if you kept telling yourself that you hadn't thought about it a few times while watching your niece in the past. In all honesty, you were surprised Satoru snapped before you did.

"No! No, I'm not joking! I'm being one hundred percent serious, I promise, Y/n," You could feel the few stray tears on your shoulder as he uttered those words, "If you need proof, we can try right now."

You smacked your husband in the chest in retaliation to his horrible attempt at a tease. The two of you pulled away for a second only to touch foreheads. It was an extremely sappy moment and you both knew it but who cared because as long as the two of you were satisfied nothing else mattered.

Satoru Gojo was the strongest, but he couldn't help but fall head over heels when he thought about the future of his soon-to-be little family. And yes, you both knew you had no interest in having children before, but after watching your niece today, both of you could agree that you both caught a bad case of baby fever and there was no cure for it this far into the sickness. You and Satoru proved that the second you called your brother to offer your babysitting services for the next evening.

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Practice Run

Content: 2.9k words of your and Levis first time babysitting for Armins son. (title is eh?)

Warning: Mention of poop hehe, possibly slightly suggestive

a/n- Whoa my first try at joining a collab! BABY FEVER hosted by the lovely @levis-hazelnut thank you for letting me be apart of this! Love you! <3

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"Good morning love." Levi smiles to you from his pillow as you both wake up together.

You give a tiny sigh and nuzzle closer. "Morning sweetheart."

It's supposed to be a lazy day, and the early morning is. You slowly get out of bed and start breakfast while still in pajamas and meander around the kitchen.

Just as you sit at the table Levis phone goes off, and with a groan he takes a look at the message.

You know it's his work ringtone, bothering him on his supposed day off.

"What is it?" You ask after a bite of food, already knowing.

"Just, some things that need to be taken care of." He says dejectedly, looking up at you. "I shouldn't be long."

You give him a smile. "It's okay." You know he'd usually tell them to piss off and would rather spend the day with you. "Eat up." He isn't allowed to work unless he eats.

Instead of leisurely enjoying his meal with you, Levi now gets it down in just a few minutes, in hopes that he can finish this unexpected interruption quickly.

"I'll do dishes, just go." You give him a peck and shoo him towards his office, most likely to be unseen again for a little while.

With an exhale you look around and get started on the chores that were going to wait until tomorrow. But might as well do them now.

You're not very far into it when your own phone starts ringing.

"Hello Armin." You greet your friend on the line.

"Hey, sorry this is last minute, but…"

It's a day of being called into work apparently. Armins wife Annie is out of town for another day on a business trip and Armin has just been called in as well, and Annies father who is usually their go to infant sons babysitter is unavailable.

"Of course we'll watch him! Would be happy to!" You say with excitement.

"You sure it's not an in inconvenience?" Armin worries, especially because he'll be gone for hours.

"No, not at all, bring the little one over!" This is the first time you've been asked to keep an eye on him without one of his parents present, so Armin comes to you with a list of instructions.

"Would you go? I have all the emergency numbers I could ever need." You say as you take the baby from him. Armin has basically given you a book, and a very overstuffed diaper bag.

"Yeah, sorry. Are you sure this is okay?" Armin reaches for his son who wraps his tiny fingers around one of Armins. He hasn't seen Levi even though his car is in the driveway.

"Yes! Everything is fine. But I'm surprised you didn't bring his crib with you." You joke with him, bouncing the baby who looks up at you.

"Oh, should I have? I can go-" He misses the joke until you laugh.

"I'm kidding, we'll be fine." You all but push Armin out the door.

Pulling a blanket out of the bag you lay it out for the baby and go through the other things in the bag. Diapers, some play toys, wipes, baby food. Yes, you do remember Annie saying he's started in on being spoon fed.

You try to look at the schedule Armin wrote out for you when he starts fussing.

"Shh, it's okay." You coo, pulling out a stuffed dinosaur that seems to make him happy.

You look towards the hallway, wondering how longer Levi might be, and hope he likes the surprise.

In his office, Levi huffs and rubs his eyes. He's been staring at screens and papers for almost two hours now.

Well, he hopes those fools are satisfied with the work he's done and upsetting his plans to do nothing with you all day.

He finally finishes up and submits his work and texts his associates. "I'm done now." It's a hint, threat, sign, whatever they want to take it as, that he doesn't want to be bothered again.

Opening the door to his office he barely makes it out when he freezes.

"What's this?" He asks of the infant on a playpad, you hovering over him, toys thrown all over the floor.

"Oh! Hi." You stand up and smile. "We're watching Armin and Annies baby."

"Why?" Levi knows who this is, you've been around him multiple times, but he wasn't expecting it. There goes any down time with you today.

"Because they asked us to and we said yes."

You explain what happened while he was busy.

"It's okay, right? I'll clean up any mess." You pick up the babbling baby and Levi stares at the sight. It's not a bad thing he sees.

It's not often you are asked to babysit, not because your friends don't trust you, but not many have children yet, and neither of you have siblings. Not that Levi thinks you can't do it, it's just your experience is a little limited.

"Yeah, it's fine." He nods and leans to give you a kiss on the cheek, letting out an exclamation when his hair gets grabbed.

"Levi!" You hiss at his words, trying to pull the baby away, but his hold on Levis hair makes him come with you.

"Brat, stop it!" He waits while you help untangle his hair from the babies fist. "It's not like he knows what I said." Levi defends himself.

"Awe, he didn't mean that baby, it's okay!" You bounce the baby as Levi takes a step back for safety.

Levi watches you again know just what to do with the child who is still reaching out for him. Levi pats his head but removes his extremities before he can latch on again.

You reach out and caress Levis cheek, showing all is well. "He didn't pull too hard, did he?" The concern in your voice leaves Levi blushing for overreacting.

He shakes his head. "No. Of course not. Can I, help with anything?" It looks like you have everything under control but he still wants to ask.

Looking at your watch and nod. "It's almost his feeding time. Cups are in the fridge." You've been memorizing his schedule and are ready.

You sit in the kitchen with the baby on your lap, napkins all around for the upcoming mess, while Levi sits next to you and attempts to get him to open for pea and carrot puree.

"Make an airplane." Your suggestion doesn't do any good and soon more food gets on Levi then in the babies stomach.

You try to hide your smile while Levi rolls his eyes and wipes himself off.

"That was a really cute try." You can't help but giggle at his airplane.

"Hush." He mumbles at being called cute.

"Well, you have to eat something." You tell the distracted infant. "Try the other one." You ask Levi. Armin told you to start with the veggies, but if he's being picky not to worry about it.

Levi hands you the other cup. "All yours."

"You can't give up this early. How unlike you." You show disappointed.

It doesn't work though and Levi leans back and folds his arms, raising an eyebrow. "Go ahead. Show me how it's done."

You purse your lips and take up his challenge. Levi ends up holding the cup so you can spoon some food while still holding him.

"Mango is your favorite, isn't it?" You baby talk while he takes his food.

"Not fair. Of course he likes mango." Levi groans. Who doesn't prefer something sweet?

He is left not sure whether he should be irritated that this seems way easier for you, but instead watching the scene leaves him feeling warm once again.

You look up with a smile at catching him staring. "What?" You ask, seeing adoration in Levis eyes.

He shrugs and says nothing, patting your hair instead, leaving you wondering.

Soon you burp the baby and the napkins you thought would be sufficient enough are not, and Levi gets up to get more and pull the trash can over for the used ones.

"Oh, I'll do it!" You say, baby still in your arms, spit up all over. You don't want him getting annoyed over the mess.

Levi waves you away. "I got it." He knows you said you would get it, but he's not going to let you do everything.

After baby is wiped up Levi holds him so you can wash too and finish cleaning the table.

"Thank you." You turn to Levi as you wash your hands, smiling at the slightly awkward way he holds the infant who doesn't seem bothered.

Next is changing time, and Levi gags and becomes virtually no help.

"How can he be that smelly?" Levi says while he sprints to the outside garbage can to throw the bag out.

You're laughing when Levi comes back in, and he doesn't know what you find so funny.

"Your poop smells." You roll your eyes at Levis scrunched up nose, as if this isn't bad for you, too.

"We're not talking about my poop."

The day goes on while you and Levi figure things out, except for how to get him to nap.

You put down all his favorite toys and blankets that Armin brought over in the bag, try to read, put on his noise maker, but nothing works.

"You're gonna be sleepy later." You tell him, and get a sudden high pitched giggle in return that makes Levi tense.

"Awe, it's okay." You lean in for nose kisses and remain calm when he grabs at your hair, humming to him while you get him to release you.

"You're really good at this." Levi sits on the floor next to you, watching.

"Me? You're doing great." You encourage him, giving a soft look before going back to playing with the baby.

You really help boost Levis confidence and between the two of you are doing a pretty good job.

Armin calls and you tell him everything is going great and not to worry as he apologizes for being so long.

"Nonsense!" You dismiss him. All is well. Even Levi has settled down.

It's just after the next feeding time -which goes only slightly better than the first, meaning using about four less napkins- when your phone rings again and everything changes.

"Are they kidding?" You huff in exasperation after hanging up.

"What's going on?" Levi is afraid to ask.

"This day." You shake your head. No one is safe at home. "They can't find a file we need for tomorrow and need my help to find it or redo it." You know how important it is and can't believe this is happening right now.

"So, you're going to…" Levi trails off, not liking the possible options.

"What else am I going to do? I have to go help." They are desperate, and while you like being dependable, you hate that they always depend on you.

"You're leaving him here?" Levi looks at you wide eyed when you say you have to leave.

You both jump as the tone and volume of his voice scare the baby who is whining now.

"Seriously?" You mumble and pick him up, not annoyed at him, but the situation, and maybe a bit at Levis reaction.

"I can't very well take him with me. I don't have a car seat." You point out as you try to rock him quiet.

"Well, I'll drive, you put him on your lap." Levi is suddenly terrified to watch him by himself.

"We are not doing that." It's not safe, and knowing you're right Levi quickly forgets the idea.

"Well what if-" He tries something else, but you are not entertaining him anymore.

"I'll be twenty minutes, you'll be fine. I trust you." You give Levi a quick kiss and try to hand off the baby to him.

He is so tense it takes a few tries to get them into a decent position. "Levi." You sigh and shake your head at him.

"I'm sorry! It's fine." He says to himself more than you, watching you grab your things and disappear.

Levi eyes the baby, who babbles at him, a little calmer than a moment ago. Now what?

You're in the car barely five minutes and not even to the office yet when you get the first call. "What?" You demand, putting it on speaker.

"He's still crying." Levi has never been so stressed. He put him on his playpad, wondering if his own nervousness is stressing the baby.

"I'm driving!" You all but scream at him. "Rock him!" You hang up, not waiting for a response, trying to get to your destination in one piece.

You ignore the next phone call, and the one after that, and soon your getting text messages instead, which you also don't bother with.

You know there is no way it can possible be this bad in just minutes, and that Levi is just going to have to figure it out.

As it turns out, it takes you longer then those promised twenty minutes to finish what you need. It's over half an hour when you can finally make your way back to your car.

Seeing the time you decide to quickly stop by for a food order since neither you or Levi have eaten anything. A few more minutes won't hurt.

While waiting you listen to the voice mail of Levi almost blankly saying he cannot believe you are ignoring him, with the baby crying in the background.

"I want you to know he can crawl." Is all Levi says in his next voice message.

How far is he really going to go? You laugh to yourself and scroll through some of the many texts that he somehow had the time to send. The one telling you if the house burned down while you were gone it would be all your fault is your favorite.

"Almost home." You message Levi after grabbing the food, not getting anything back from him.

Rushing into the house you fling the door open. "Sorry it took so-"

"Shh!" You are quieted immediately and come to a halt in the doorway.

Standing their with your bags you see Levi on the couch cradling the sleeping baby on his chest.

You think they must've tired each other out and smile at the heartwarming sight, creeping in and putting your things down gently.

Levi tries not to lose his mind or wave the baby as he waves his free arm at you to stop when you go to take a picture.

He doesn't wake up though, and now you can save this memory of Levi with a sleeping baby.

"I had to." You whisper as you sit next to him and quietly laugh over all the messages he sent while you were gone, most extremely dramatic for no reason.

"So, how far did he crawl?" You're whispering but Levi is still shushing you as he leans back and closes his eyes.

"Almost off the playpad." He whispers back, making you grin.

"You panicked for that?" You ask playfully.

"I didn't expect it." He says through gritted teeth. It had been very stressful at the time.

The baby yawns suddenly but stays sleeping.

You lean in and kiss Levis cheek, then the babies forehead, and rest on Levis shoulder.

"Everything okay at work?" Levi checks in.

"Yes. I got us dinner." You say as Levis arm goes around you.

"Thanks." But the three of you are too comfortable now.

You pick your phone back up and finish the last few messages Levi had sent.

His fingers massage your scalp as you show him your phone, making him smile.

The last text is finally optimistic, telling you he thinks he's got it and to take your time.

"You did wonderful." You praise him and his efforts. You know he didn't exactly sign up for this today but got the hang of it.

"He's a good little guy." Levi says as you continue to preserve this moment in your mind.

It's just a little while later that Armin is here to claim his child.

You give him a brief summary of how the day went.

"He wasn't too much trouble, was he?" Even now Armin worries.

"He's an angel. Leave him any time."

You look over as it's Levi who says this, surprising all three of you.

While Armin takes his son, you and Levi help get everything together, not sure how it all went in the bag to begin with.

Armin says not to worry as he puts the infant in his car seat and waves goodbye to you both, thanking you again.

You clean up any remains that a baby was here and sit down to eat dinner.

You continuously feel Levi eyeing you and raise a brow.

"Just thinking." He smiles as he takes another bite.

"About what?" You question, wanting to know.

Levi gulps down his food and reaches across the table to take your hand.

"He's been good practice, don't you think?"

Now it's your turn to blush, as the mentions of having your own children in the future are brought up.

"That's a very interesting thing to say." You test the waters just to be sure.

"It's one I'd like to investigate." He hints even further.

You nod and smile. "I think that can be arranged."

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