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natashawritesstuff · 7 months

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wasteland, baby!

The apartment looks like a tornado ran through it.

The kitchen has pots and pans all over and half of them are burned from last nights failed-attempt at dinner. Bokuto swears he didn’t have the fire too high, but you know he did. But after he flashed those pleading puppy dog eyes at you, how could you be mad? You couldn’t, so instead you called for takeout.

Hence the boxes sprawled across the living room. He wouldn’t let you pick up even one as he picked you up, carried you to the bedroom.

Which is no better in terms of cleanliness by the way. There’s what was supposed to be clean laundry on the floor, pushed off to make for… activities. Half of the covers are thrown off toward the foot of the bed as Bokuto runs hot. But still his, arms are wrapped firmly around your waist and his head is planted into the crook of your neck.

The apartment is in chaos but in the center of it all, is him. Untouched, unphased, and his hold on you unbroken. You turn toward him, snuggling closer and he softly hums to himself.

“It’s a wasteland out there, baby,” you whisper.

He smiles. “I love you.”

You smile too. “I love you.”

But Bokuto doesn’t respond, already fast asleep.

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natashawritesstuff · 8 months

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just want to get a little sappy for a moment and thank you all for allowing me a place to share my work and grow as a writer. i made this account when i was 16 and struggling through junior year and now i’m a 2nd year in college and the fact that i have this space still leaves me in awe and i cannot thank you enough for staying for the ride. i definitely don’t post here enough but more content is coming soon! if you want any updates on what im doing now (shameless plug yes) you can check out my tiktok @ashawritesalot where you get my terrible lip syncing skills and a face reveal ;)

i’m gonna close it here before i tear up but thank you all SO much, i love you 💕

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natashawritesstuff · 9 months

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heads or tails

You’re sitting on your bed with your left hand clasped tightly around the right to hide the piece of metal sandwiched between your palms. You can feel the coin’s ridges after every shaky inhale you take, scared to see the results.

Heads you keep talking, tails, you block him for good.

If he was anyone else, the shitty response time, the questionable following list, and his timing of returning to your life after your glow up would have made you block him weeks ago, But he’s not anyone, he’s him.

He’s the subject of at least 5 pages in your second grade diary, he’s the guy who lit up every classroom he walked into in high school, the one who’d say a sentence to you in the morning and you’d still have a smile on your face as you go to sleep. The guy everyone wants to be around, hoping his energy would rub off on them or at least bask in the warmth he provides.

So when he texts you after years of no contact, after his voice has dropped, your face has changed you’re now both taller, more mature of course you reply. Except what hasn’t changed is that you can still feel his warmth every time his name flashes across your screen. It doesn’t matter if he takes an hour, two or three, to reply to the messages you overthink sending him you always get giddy when he texts you back because it’s him, how could you not?

Especially when after all those months of pining in your youth, years later he reveals that he liked you too. So when he calls you pretty it holds a different weight than everyone whose said those words before, it’s him but he’s also more. He calls you pretty, and of course by now you’ve heard it a million times but to the younger you it’s the equivalence of him telling you during passing time that he didn’t know beauty until he saw your face. It’s like note being passed forward in class from the cute boy in the back row, and you hold it close to your chest as you get on the bus. He calls you pretty, but it says so much more.

So of course when he starts to say less, you worry. When his response time starts taking a turn for the worse you get scared. You keep checking to make sure you didn’t accidentally leave him on read, just in case, but of course, that’s not it. Three hours turns to five then six. You’re checking your phone, sliding up to make sure you didn’t miss his possible message. Doing one last glance at the sleep focus’ silenced notifications to make sure he doesn’t reply right before you got to sleep. The first thing you check in the morning is if he responded, but he didn’t.

It’s been a day.

Now, it’s just getting embarrassing, hell it was embarrassing after the eight hour mark and if he was any one else, you would have- you should have blocked him by now. But he’s not just anyone.

So here you are, sitting on your bed with your left hand clasped around your right. Holding a coin that is either heads or tails.

Heads, you wait. Tails you leave.

You said 1/1 but this is your third flip.

This is it.

You slowly loosen your grip, only to begin to screw your eyes shut. If you don’t see it, is it really tails? Yes.

Though, whether it was tails or not, it always should have been.

You toss the coin aside and reach for your phone, opening the app and heading to his contact, and just as your finger hovers over the ‘block’ button, he responds.

BOKUTO and OIKAWA sry not sry

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natashawritesstuff · 10 months

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thinking of how ex-boyfriend Bokuto and you went to the carnival for one of your first dates and you two won matching stuffed animals. You called them your twins and you got kaylah while he took home kris.

looking back, it doomed you, it was practically a custody agreement for the impending separation

now months after the breakup you hide poor kaylah away deep in the depths of your overrun closet, not allowing her to see the light as the reminder of what once was and what still should be kills you.

bokuto, however keeps kris planted in the corner of his desk, proudly displaying the bear, with the now tattered bow tie and matted fur. because kris is his, and staring in its glass amber eyes reminds him of when you were his too.

he’s fs cried on the bear, i don’t make the rules

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natashawritesstuff · 11 months

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thank you so much for 800! never thought i’d hit that💕💕

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natashawritesstuff · 11 months

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Year After Year (New!)

If you read Team, you'll want to read this<3

In 1993 Michelle Evans is fourteen when her Mom and Dad tell her they are moving from New Orleans to Brazil. Her reaction isn’t ideal.

“The hell I am,” she protests.

“Language!” her father, Colonel Evans, orders from his reclining chair. She never understood why he bought it; he never actually reclines in it. His posture never falters from a 90-degree angle.

Michelle pouts and sinks back into the cushions of their velvet living room couch. She tangles her hands in her curly hair. A habit her mom, Leanne, tries so desperately for her to break. Leanne pulls her daughter’s hands away as she inches closer to Michelle. She wraps an arm around her, giving her shoulders a squeeze.

“This could be good for us,” Leanne says.

“I doubt it! Because it never is!” Michelle argues, trying her best not to scream. “Every three years, you give the same stupid speech, and I have to pack up my life again. Do you know how hard it is to make friends? I mean, I’m starting high school this year!”

“Which is why we’re moving now,” her father tells her.

Michelle ignores him, figuring trying to reason with her mom is her best bet. “Mom, how often will you let this man drag you around the world?”

“Baby girl, I’m sorry,” he apologizes, but Leanne shakes her head.

“David, don’t,” Leanne tells him, then turns back to Michelle. “Sweetie, the move is because of me. I got an offer to be the senior engineer for Fiat in Betim. I know this is rough, but it’s too good to pass up.”

Michelle wiggles out of her mother’s hold with a huff. “Don’t lie. You don’t get it.”

David stands up straight from his chair and moves to sit next to Michelle's left.

“Is it time for…an ice cream sandwich?” David asks, and Leanne nods.

They each wrap an arm around Michelle, caging her in as they tickle her with their free hand. Growing up, it was always a sure way to get her to smile. After a minute. they pull away, excited to see the upturn of her lips, only to find a tear falling down her chestnut-colored cheeks. Michelle sniffles.

“Baby,” David whispers. He wipes the tear away, only for another to take its place.

“I don’t wanna go,” Michelle confesses. “I like it here. Rachel likes it. I want to live where she is. I don’t want to leave her. You promised we wouldn’t have to leave her,” she says on bated breath and looks at each of her parents, whose eyes are now watering.

“I…I know, sweetie.” Leanne nods

“I don’t wanna go,” Michelle repeats. “I don’t wanna-”

David pulls Michelle in for a hug and feels his heart crack as his daughter sobs on his chest. The Colonel looks to Leanne, at a loss for words. At a loss for answers. He holds his Michelle tighter. A silent promise not to let her go.

Michelle cries harder.“I don’t wanna move.”

Leanne’s lips part, but she says nothing. All she can do is lay a hand on her daughter’s back and do her best to soothe her.

Michelle’s last plea to stay echoes as she stares out the plane window on her fifteenth birthday. She didn’t want to move, but you don’t always get what you want.

1994 is Michelle’s year of settling down in settling in. She starts her freshman year of high school and slowly adapts to her surroundings. Including learning Portuguese and finding out she is a first-year, not a freshman. She makes a few friends- two friends, to be exact. Holle and Eloísa. She doesn’t need more than that.

Whether Michelle admitted it or not, the move was the right choice. Leanne was flourishing at her new job. The pay was great, a substantial increase from what she made back in New Orleans. They were able to get a lovely three-bedroom house that was in such a nice neighborhood; one entire wall was glass.

“This is a sign of wealth, Mom, I’m telling you,” Michelle jokes as she stares into the backyard.

Leanne laughs, by the kitchen island, just happy to see her daughter smile.

It wasn’t too difficult for her father to get stationed nearby. While his base is too far from the house to live with them full time, he visits every weekend without fail. Sunday family dinners are Michelle’s favorite. They were all together; it was the best time of the week.

“-and then she just started touching my hair,” Leanne recalls. “That’s why I always do slick backs now.”

They all laugh, and Michelle questions, “wait, so…she didn’t wash her hands?”

Leanne’s smile grows as she shakes her head, and Michelle shrieks

Seventeen is Michelle’s blooming year. She nears the top of her class and becomes vice president of her school’s literature club. She also finally finds a hair routine that’s just right. Her curls become even healthier and reach down to tickle her collarbone instead of just sitting on her shoulders.

She’s walking to lunch one day, too immersed in her conversation with Holle to pay attention to her surroundings. Before Holle can warn her, she runs right into a wall. Except, it’s not a wall, it’s a boy.

Now, while Michelle isn’t short at 5’5”, this boy sure made her feel like it. She curses as she looks up, having almost to crane her neck to make eye contact with who caused the impact. He had to be at least 6’4” admittedly, quite handsome. He had deep hazel eyes. His bronze skin was smooth except for one or two acne scars. His nose was pointed, his jaw sharp, and his cropped wavy hair a sandy brown.

“Are you okay?” the boy asks, fighting the urge to bend down to her level and deciding not to, as it might add insult to injury. She did run into him face-first, and his abdomen was anything but a cushion.

While his red shirt hung loose on his body, she knew what was underneath. Hell, she felt it. She bet the boy never left the gym, and now her poor nose was paying the price for all his hard work.

“Um…yeah, yeah,” Michelle answers. Taking longer than usual to respond, the boy’s deep voice caught her off guard.

The two maintain awkward eye contact before Holle, who is at this point gawking at the situation, pulls Michelle away. Holle’s laughing, but Michelle is not. She looks back at the boy, who stands still, watching her get dragged away by her friend. He gives her an awkward wave goodbye. Michelle turns back around before he can see her smile.

“I can’t take you anywhere,” Holle teases, as she links their arms.

With her free hand, Michelle grabs hold of a curl as she tries to suppress a nervous giggle.“Who was at?” Holle looks at Michelle like she has two heads. “You’re kidding? You don’t know Bastien?”

No, Michelle didn’t know Bastien. But she sure as hell would like to.

ahhh! This feels scary, but this is Team now so I guess let's meet the parents! this is the prologue to the book!

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natashawritesstuff · 1 year

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✨VERY IMPORTANT✨

while i update the links i have a question for my supporters.

the username change does indicate a rebrand but I would like to know, do you all enjoy my work because of what I write or how I write?

In other words would you still read if I gave sneak peaks of my book, that is not a fanfic? or should I make a new account for that?

engagement is really important on this post so thank you!💕

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natashawritesstuff · 1 year

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Ok I know my links are still broken (sorry!) i’m in the last few weeks of my freshman semester, so i’ve been away from the account. I’m gonna try to get through fixing them today/tomorrow i have two schools done already. Again sorry and thank you for your patience!

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natashawritesstuff · 1 year

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natashaiwaizumi-> natashawritesstuff

will be updating all links today!

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natashawritesstuff · 1 year

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team is being rewritten! anyone want a sneak peek??

Team Universe👑

You and Ushijima always wanted your daughters to be a team. Now that they’re both in high school, what will happen when they’re on opposite sides of the net?

Year After Year (prologue)

Almost Breaking Up (not canon, you giving advice to your daughter)

When His Daughter Dates

dads who can’t say no*

ushijima’s kids fight

ushijima during pride month

should have gone to shiratorizawa

when wakatoshi cries

updates with the ushijima’s

always and forever

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natashawritesstuff · 1 year

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thank you so much for 700💕

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natashawritesstuff · 1 year

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Can you do when haikyuu boys are drunk?shoyo/atsumu & kuroo & maybe kenma?

I'm really sorry, I only have atsumu for now, I go back to school this week, but I will be doing the other characters to come!

Miya Atsumu, who gets drunk the night of his bachelor party and finds himself clumsily knocking on your hotel room door despite the unspoken rule not to see you. Giggling like a child upon seeing your face after opening.

You practically yank him inside and sit him down on the couch, while you grab him a glass of water. He does some incoherent mumbles that you can’t make out, from so far away- or at all because at the degree he is slurring his words, he’s barely pronouncing your name right. Shocking, because according to him-

“Iths ma favorite ward!”

“I believe you, baby,” you say with a smile, handing the glass of water to his unsteady hands which you help steady as he downs the drink as if it’s been years since he’s even seen water.

“Tat’s real good.”

You laugh and he moves your arms out of his way to that he can rest his head in your lap.

“Can eye tell ya something?”

“I feel like you’re gonna tell me anyways-:”

“We’re getting mawied.”

“Yeah, we are,” you confirm and he looks up at you, eyes gleaming like a five-year-old being handed a giant lollipop. “Why aren’t you out celebrating?” you ask, as you softly rake your fingers through his bleach-blonde, nearly dead hair.

“Eye’d rathwer be here.”

You try your best not to cry as you ask, “rest of your life, huh?”

“Rest of ma life.” He nods then, makes a point to admittedly, awkwardly, wrap his arms around your waist, scared you are just a drunken dream and that when he’s sober, you’ll disappear. But you won’t, as you whipser, “rest of my life too.”

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natashawritesstuff · 1 year

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hihi natasha!! ur blog is so pretty!! the colours make me smile smmm by any chance is ur blog friendly to minors ? if not i completely understand!! 🫶🫶

hi, first thank you so much! second, yes it’s minor friendly, however, there is cursing in a lot of my posts and a few of them are suggestive. it is a sfw blog but definitely on the pg-13 end!

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natashawritesstuff · 1 year

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happy new years! i will be checking my ask/inbox tomorrow so if you sent something i’m getting to it soon💕

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natashawritesstuff · 1 year

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Your fics are so adorable!

Can I request (if you still take them,ofc) an after the wedding headcanon/scenario with Sakusa and Hinata, thanks!

thank you! hope you enjoy

after the wedding 1 2

time-skip spoliers

Sakusa

You and Sakusa have been married for one week, three days, and twelve hours.

You didn’t think your life with him could get any better until those precious words fell from his lips punctuated by the slip of a ring on your finger.

The two of you rented out a secluded cabin in Alaska and formed a little bubble inside the four walls.

Mornings were slow. Today in particular you woke up earlier than he, and when you got up to brush your teeth, he quickly pulled you back down against his chest as he all but whined, “five more minutes,” which turned into an hour.

You watch him cook breakfast from the island with the barstools and if you listen closely, you hear him humming the song that played during your first dance.

You were in a teasing mood and when he began plating the food, you tell him, “Omi, I think there’s something on your hand.”

“What?” Sakusa instantly stopped what he was doing and observes his hands, he swears he washed them at least five times before entering the kitchen and let out a series of small curses not finding anything.

“Come here, let me help,” you offer and he quickly walks over to you.

You tug on his left hand and point to his ring finger and ask, “that, what is that?”

Sakusa can only sigh in what’s a mixture of annoyance and amusement. “I got married actually,” he explained, entertaining you.

“Oh, what a lucky guy.”

“Eh, they’re alright,” he jokes. Before he can properly laugh, you pull him over the countertop for a kiss that leaves him flustered and his cheeks stained red.

“You were saying?” you poked.

“I- um …I’m a lucky guy,” he confesses, lightly touching his lips.

You nod, replacing his hand with your own, wiping the excess chapstick off of his face, agreeing, “the luckiest.”

Hinata

You wish you’d have learned it earlier but Hinata, while he is the best husband, is anything but the smartest.

When doing the wedding planning a big topic was when you were going to have the wedding. Hinata pushed for a summer wedding, specifically so it could be on his birthday, so his favorite day of the year and the best day of his life can be combined. Foolproof. Not idiot proof of course, because when he finds out he’s been selected for the Olympic team in April, it’s too late you reschedule the date so rather than spending you spend your honeymoon in the Maldives you spend in the MSBY gym in the last unofficial practice before they leave for the games. Surrounded by grunts and screams of adult men, while you try your best to keep quiet but every now and then a loud scream of-

“That was ten centimeters from my head!” is always needed.

“Sorry Y/N,” Bokuto apologizes and you sigh.

It was the fifth near-concussion experience of the day and you decided you needed a break. While Hinata looked preoccupied with practicing his serve you sneak out of the gym and find a nearby empty hallway to hide away in. Although, after only fifteen seconds the doors open, followed by your husband sprinting down the hall toward you.

“That last serve was for you, why’d you miss it?” he asks smiling brightly and you feel your heart warm at the sight.

You don’t answer but still, he knows. “You’re not having fun, are you?”

You sheepishly shake your head and he grabs your hand, leading you to a nearby bench, as he pulls you onto his lap.

“I’m really sorry.”

“Baby you don’t have to-”

“It’s our honeymoon and I have you holed up in a volleyball gym.”

“I think the stadium is convertible actually,” you teased and he nuzzled his head into your shoulder out of embarrassment. “Hey.” You lift his head up to get him to look at you and you smile. “It’s fine. I knew what I was getting into marrying a big shot volleyball player.”

“I’m not a bigshot,” he mumbled, surprisingly humble for a soon to be Olympic athlete; now shy about his accomplishments in a way he only got with you.

“Just promise me one thing?” you ask and he nods. “That we’ll go on a real honeymoon, after you win.”

He agrees, “I promise.”

If there was one thing you knew about HInata is that he never breaks a promise, the first one he made to, in fact was the very reason matching rings adorned each of your third fingers.

Bonus:

“Nice one Hinata,” Atsumu screams after the ginger landed a hard to reach spike, hitting it just within the boundary lines.

“Thanks!” he says before he jogs off court and runs to the stands to give you a sweaty, rushed, but sweet kiss before he runs back to his teammates who are all confused.

“Good luck,” he reasons.

“You know you can’t do that during game time right,” Ushijima says.

Hinata shrugs and he presses further, “I’m gonna need you to say yes Shoyo.”

Hinata remains silent.

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natashawritesstuff · 1 year

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I hope your request are open so if u don't mind this one I was hoping to get like haikyuu boys(kageyama,oikawa,atsumu & kenma(maybe))with reader going to the doctors going to see a ultrasound of the babys?if you don't mind i love reading your stuff!have a good day!

pregnant reader x setters

cw: pregnancy stuff, vomit

2 weeks w/ Oikawa

Oikawa holds your hair back as you throw up in the bathroom toilet. As you wipe your mouth with the napkin he had gotten for you he jokes, “so you don’t like the new recipe?”

You pant, “no, I don’t.’’

Later in the day as the two of you are cuddling on the couch you sit up quickly clutching your stomach and Oikawa looks at you concerned.

“Baby, are you okay? Should we go to the doctor?”

“No, no, just period cramps probably.”

He paused, “speaking of when was the last time you had it?”

“What? It was….oh shit.”

***

“Congratulations,” the nurse says nervously, reading the room and seeing how you both didn’t seem to be in a celebratory mood. “I’ll give you a minute.” He excuses himself and then closes the door behind him.

“Parents, huh?” Oikawa says and you can only nod.

“Parents,” you confirm.

“Think we’re ready?”

“Hell no, but…we’ll work it out.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, walking over to the image of your child, “we will be.”

12 weeks w/ Kageyama

“Water?” he asked.

“Check,” you confirm.

“Snack for the car?”

“Check,” you sing, holding up a granola bar.

“Phone?”

“When do I ever forget my phone?” you wager and he clicks his tongue.

“Right, you do have a problem,” he mutters.

“Rude.”

“What’s rude is being late, so let’s get going,” he tells you, lacing your fingers together as he nearly drags you out of the apartment.

Ever since finding out you were pregnant, Kageyama, being Kageyama, has been so particular about everything it nearly causes a headache. The moment you wake up, he’s there with water and morning prenatal vitamins, and breakfast is already ready- in fact, everything you eat is already meal-prepped for you, by him, days in advance. He has notes of your favorite foods in his phone back from when you two were dating and used them to predict your cravings. Everything is taken care of and nothing is unexpected. He is seemingly prepared for anything involving the baby.

When you arrive at the office, you can see a hint of a smile fighting to form on his lips. Today is the 12-week ultrasound- aka-

“D-day,” he says, as he helps you out of the car- not that you needed it.

Today is the day it is confirmed that you two are having a boy. Not to be confused with the day you find out, because Kageyama already knows. He says it’s a ‘dad gut feeling’ something you wouldn’t understand. He’s already ready to fill the nursery with posters of his old volleyball teams for ‘inspiration’ and has his jersey number on a onesie coming in the mail next Tuesday. Kageyama was prepared for anything.

“And it’s a girl,” the nurse says with a smile and you feel your heart skip a beat before you look back at your husband who stared at the sonogram unblinking.

“Really?” you ask for the two of you.

“Yes, congratulations.”

The car ride was silent, dinner was silent, everything for the next 4 hours was silent, and you were sure you broke him. It’s not until your moments before turning out the lights does he finally speak.

“We’re having a girl,” he whispers, voice hoarse from lack of use.

You turn your head and nod, agreeing, “yeah, baby, we’re having a girl.”

He smiles at you, and a single tear falls as he confessed, “I wasn’t prepared for that.”

His smile turns wobbly and you pull him in for a hug as he sniffles against your shirt.

“Can we name her Tobia-”

“Baby that’s not funny.”

“I’m not joking-”

“Oh no, you have to be,” you tell him and he chuckles.

15 weeks w/ Atsumu

You don’t learn how much of a weirdo Atsumu is until you are pregnant. You should have known something was up when he’s giggling when he serves you dinner one night and the moment you take a bite he tells you, “ya know yer eating our child.”

You nearly spit the food out as you stare at him shocked.

“What the hell?”

“Did I word that wrong? Our baby’s the size of a sesame seed,” he explains then gestures to your food, confused why you stopped eating.

This continues on, for 4 weeks it was sesame, 5 poppy seeds, 6 lentils, and so on and so on. By fifteen weeks little Miya is an apple and he’s grinning all the way through the beginning of the appointment as she spreads the gel on your stomach, which is now finally starting to show a bump.

“There’s baby,” the sonogram specialist says and Atsumu’s eyes grow wide.

He’s speechless for a moment staring at the sonogram before he whispers, “the little apple has my nose.

“Yeah, I guess he does,” you agree before you confess, “I hope he’s just like you,” but it’s too quiet for him to hear as he can’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from the baby, already the apple of his eye; your little apple.

40 weeks w/ Kenma

“Hey guys,” Kenma greeted his chat as he logged onto his stream.

Comments started flooding in and he squinted trying to read them, finally catching one, he replies, “no Y/N hasn’t given birth yet.”

“Wish I did,” you call out from the couch in the back of his room and even more comments flood in.

Once nearly everyone in the chat is asking questions about you, Kenma sighs, sitting back realizing he’s not going to get to the game and accepts it.

How’s Y/N doing?

whens the due date

congratulations

is the nursery done?

boy or girl???

baby kenma loading!!

“Y/N’s fine, the due date passed, thank you, yes the nursery is done, baby girl,” he answers rapidly.

Then squints again trying to catch a particular question, “I actually wanted to address this. No, you won’t be seeing baby Kenma until she understands what the internet is and can consent to being on it. I also want to keep that portion of my life private.”

how is he already such a good dad

we understand!!

will you teach her how to game off screen

Understandable, still wish we could see her though :/

Kenma leads the last comment and quickly mutes his mic and turns back to you, asking a question the chat can’t hear. After a few minutes, he unmutes and takes the framed photograph of the latest sonogram.

“There’s baby Y/N,” he introduces your daughter to the world before he quickly takes the picture out of frame.

Awww!

so cute

make sure she gets some rest!!

we love you Y/N!!

baby y/n >>>>>>> baby kenma

Kenma lightly confessing, “yeah, yeah, I like Y/N better than me too.”

hope you like it!

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Atsumu is getting married. You know, because he brings it up every second of the day. Every text is a venue, every call is a rant about the caterer, and every email- yes he has even started emailing you- is about the decor.

It’s safe to say he loves being engaged, especially when he doesn’t go a day without shoving the engagement pictures in your face every day. You even caught him crying in front of the framed picture of it once.

“So you excited about the wedding?” Bokuto asks, on one of the days you came to visit Atsumu after practice.

‘I-” you begin to say.

“Absolutely,” Atsumu interrupts. “It's going to be a fall wedding so we’ll have the leaves in the background of all the pictures.”

“And I’m gonna be your best man, right?” Hinata asks.

“I was thinking about my twin-” he says but once he catches the ginger's puppy dog eyes he nods.

“Great!

“Can you shut up about the wedding?” Sakusa begs from the corner on the opposite side of the gym.

“But weddings are exciting,” he pouts.

“No, I don’t mind hearing about the wedding, just don’t want to always hear it from you.”

“Who else would you hear it from?”

“Me,” you finally say and Atsumu proudly smiles.

Atsumu is getting married, you know partially, because he never goes a day without mentioning it, as well as you’re the one he’s marrying. A fact he’s so proud of, he will happily scream it from the rooftops out to whoever will listen.

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