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dokifluffs · 1 year
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Reaction to Their Kid(s) Reacting to Their Cardboard Cutout | Ushijima, Sakusa
Pairings: Ushijima X Reader (female), Sakusa X no one, he’s a dilf 
Genre: domestic fluff tehe ehe
Author’s Note: dilf sakusa barkbark get fed
Hinata, Bokuto // Kageyama, Atsumu 
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Wakatoshi: 
The whole country buzzed as the world began to watch Japan as there was only less than a week until the olympics that had been pushed back a whole year, was finally happening
Energy, pressure, excitement was picking up in everyone, especially the Japan Volleyball team, all for everyone except your husband - or at least that’s what it seemed like to you
He was always calm and composed, his face stoic but you knew inside he did feel something - he wasn’t just a statue people assumed him to be
Team practices had surrpisng;y been the same, although you did think that they would be extended or longer since it was the olympics after all
But no
Today was Sunday, a rare rest day before your husband would be off at the games, playing multiple until there were only 2 teams left, where only one team would prove to be the best in the world
The two of your guys’ hands were being held by your three year old son as he ran and would jump while you two would swing him occasionally
But everything about today felt so nice - Sundays were just so nice, like nothing could go wrong when you got to be with your small family
The cafe door chimed as the two of you walked in, finding it surprisingly empty
“Welcome~” the baristas welcomed the three of you as your son bounced around your side, holding your hand
“Good morning,” the two of you greeted as you two stood, looking at the menu, reading through the options to see what would be good
“Papa, I wanna see,” your son whined, his cheeks puffy and lips pouty as he tugged on his dad’s fingers
“Alright,” he lips pulled into a light smile as he lifted his son, holding him against his side
The little boy was curious as he peered over, holding onto his dad’s shirt as he looked behind the glass, eyes gluing themselves into the sweet pastries and cake pops that were assorted beautifully for display
He pointed, eyes wide but staying silent as he just looked, wanting the sweets but it was far too early for such sweetness
You and Toshi had ordered your guys’ breakfasts before finding a comfortable booth deeper inside the cafe
It was so nice with their false floral decorum strung up and wrapped around the wooden beams, giving it a nice natural aesthetic although the location was in the midst of the city
There were also even cardboard cutouts of the Japan volleyball team, through only a few, and Wakatoshi stood in the dining area, “smiling”
Yet the cafe was surprisingly empty, except for the baristas so it didn’t take long at all for the food to come out after a short wait, with the porridges and egg sandwiches and hot coffees and juice for S/N
The three of you got to eating, taking your sweet time to simply enjoy each other’s company’s after quite a long time
Occasionally, your son would stare at either you or Toshi, silently signaling how he wanted a bite of your guys’s food even though it was the same as his but but two would take turns, feeding him a bite to satisfy him
When the food was done and the table was cleared, aside from the coffee, you two talked about errands to go, maybe a walk around to just really feel like life was as simple as possible
You really missed your husband despite him being right there, right here in front of you but you could feel yourself slowly healing, filling back up the longer his olive green eyes looked into your own, witnessing his pupils dilate whenever you spoke or when you reached your hand and intertwined your fingers with his before he covered both of your guys’ hand with his other one
He really had you falling in love with him all over again
And then there was the human embodiment of your guys’ love
Your son scooted himself safely off the short chair and walked over to the cardboard cutout of your husband and stood at his legs, his small head leaned back to look all the way up the board
“Papa, you’re here too.” The little boy turned around and pointed up as the son smiled a little before turning back
“Indeed.” Your husband smiled as his hands squeezed around yours, his touch so warm as it had always been
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Sakusa: 
“Ready for this, baby?” He looked down to his daughter who followed him, smiling and looking up to him with grabby hands
“Atta girl,” he smiled through his mask as he pulled it down and knelt before the walker
He applied sunscreen to her precious face, maybe putting a little too much over her chubby cheeks but better to be safe than sorry
Plus he just couldn’t get used to how puffy and soft they were
“You got little mocha cheeks, moch,” he scrunched his nose as he playfully pinched her cheeks, wanting to bite them out of how cute they were to which she just smiled at the comments
But there was also a subtle brush of pride in him that surfaced knowing that this was his baby
This adorable little girl that had dark, curly/ wavy hair like him was his baby
He carefully put on her sun hat, making sure it didn’t pull on her hair or hurt her head in any way
And finally, put on her own little mask that he handmade after painstakingly pricking himself with the needle but watched and learned how to make face masks for kids
It was secure enough that she wouldn’t breathe in anything harmful to her but loose enough so she could breathe easily
He slid the door onto the backyard open, his body hunched toward the ground as his daughter held his hand as he led her out the door and onto the patio
on the other hand, held his cardboard cutout at an arms distance away, along with a bottle of disinfectant spray, walking to lay it onto the grass, which he covered a plot of it with a tarp
He laid himself down in the sun as his daughter stood behind him, a few feet away
The edges of his rubber gloves slapped his wrists as he shook the disinfectant spray can
He sprayed the cardboard cutout with the disinfectant before letting it lay in the sun for a bit, even wondering why he had listened to bokuto and atsumu on taking it home, especially with the pandemic
He sighed knowing there was absolutely no use for it
And then he felt the familiar feel of his daughter hold onto his leg and she shyly got closer
Kiyoomi looked down as a gentle breeze blew through, making the grass in the yard move in a wave as his little girl’s hair was all in her face, her hat no longer on her head and on the floor on the patio
He removed his gloves as he squatted down to clear the hair from her face
“There you go,” he smiled a bit as she rest her dainty hands on his leg, staring at the cardboard cutout of her dad
“Papa,” she spoke quietly, her voice kind of muffled through the fabric of the mask as she pointed, squatting down beside kiyoomi before looking back up to him, squinting cause of the bright sun
“Why’d you take off your hat, germ?” He scoffed lightly as he raised his hand above her head, providing shade for her face from the sun
Still in her squatting position, she waddled closely and tested the waters, extending her finger to the cardboard cutout of kiyoomi and looked back
“Mmhm, that’s me..” he  dodged before his eyes fell back on the thing… there really was no use for it.. sigh
She patted her hand on her dad’s cardboard cheek, mesmerized by it
Kiyoomi watched as she tilted her head back and forth as another breeze blew by, making her short hair dance in the wind
But also thankfully, the disinfectant spray had dried so it was perfectly safe for her to touch
The two of them stayed squatted in the grass, feeling the summer sun’s warmth and breeze come and go
But she had been looking at his cardboard face a little too long
“Hey, butterfly.” He gently tapped onto her back, getting her to turn around and lose her balance, making her sit on the grass
“Is that papa?”
She processed what he had asked and looked back to it then back to him and nodded
“Who am I then?” He pointed to himself, pulling down his mask
“Papa.” She said, standing herself up and walking over to him, standing in between his squatted legs as she held onto his shirt
He brushed off the dust and grass off her bottom
“Who’s the better papa, then?”
“You!” She jumped, making a smile spread across his lips as he pulled her in to hug her, pressing a kith to her chubby mochi cheeks
“Hm, what a smart little butterfly,” he hummed before lifting her up into his arms to bring her inside
“Let’s change and eat some lunch.” He walked back in, leaving his cardboard cutout outside
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natashawritesstuff · 2 years
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time-skip! oikawa x reader
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“Fuckboys get married at twenty.”
“Hi… hi is also a way to start a conversation,” you say, and your best friend, Kumiko shrugs. 
She’s had this theory for as long as you’ve known her. Good guys take their time in settling down in getting married because when they find the one, what’s the rush? Fuckboys, however, are different. Fuckboys are immune to love until they’re not. So when they find the one they know it’s real and at that point, why wait?
You think it’s bullshit. And also not a proper greeting as she sat across from you, rolling her eyes still yet to say hello. 
“This is our last hangout, come on,” you say and she pouts. 
“Why do you have to go all the way to Argentina?”
“I told you. I’m sick of saying I love Miyagi just cause I’ve never been anywhere else. I wanna go places, see the world.”
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t forget about me.”
“I could never.”
“Or my theory.”
“Whatever,” you say, laughing brushing her notion off. 
You move to Argentina the summer after you turn nineteen. You do a year studying abroad but kept an open mind in case you wanted to stay. The country is breathtaking. The food, the atmosphere, the culture, the people. Well, a person.
“You’re kidding?” you ask, bewildered. 
“Yeah, I went to Aoba Johsai. I was a setter for the volleyball team, even made captain in my third year,” Oikawa Toru will tell you over a morning coffee, your first official date.
“That’s crazy! We lived in the same prefecture and didn’t meet until we’re both across the world.”
“Yeah,” he agrees, “I really wish I would have met you sooner,” he confesses, sending a longing look your way that makes your heart skip a beat. 
“You probably say that to every pretty face that walks in here don’t you?”
“No, I don’t,” he says and with the way he pauses after the words come out, it was almost like he was just figuring that out himself. 
You smile and as he watches your lips curve upwards, he smiles too. You shy away from his gaze, turning away but he places a finger under your chin to where your eyes meet once more. “You look beautiful.”
“T-thanks.”
“Anytime,” he promises and one thing about Oikawa is that he keeps his word. 
He would call you beautiful nearly every day he would see you, and you saw the man every day. He became an addiction, something you always craved and never got enough of, and from the way he would hug you just a little bit longer before he’d go back to his place, he felt it too. The mornings he stayed over were long and lazy, his arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you further into his chest when you tried to get up a moment too soon. He places soft kisses on your collarbone when you sleep longer than he does and even after the alarms ring and are snoozed over five times, he won’t dare to let go first. Safe to say after not too long, you were in love. 
Unfortunately for him because you were also going back home. The school year had come and gone all too quickly and just shy of your one-year anniversary; a milestone where he wanted to ask you to move in, he was helping you move away. 
You hear a small sniffle as he tapes up the last box and you stop what you were doing, walking over to hug him. His larger frame envelops yours as he pulls you in an impossibly tight embrace and you feel him trying not to cry.
“I don’t wanna go.”
“Then stay,” he pleads, pulling away and you gaze up at his bloodshot eyes. 
“I can’t-”
“You can.”
“My lease here just expired-”
“Move in with me,” he offers.
“School-”
“Transfer.”
“My friends-”
“We’ll go back and visit as much as you want. Just please, please don’t leave me.”
You sigh and take his hands in yours as you explain, “look, I love you. So much, but I can’t take this kind of chance on a boyfriend-”
“Will you marry me?”
“What?” you whisper, voice so quiet you barely heard it yourself. 
“Marry me? I was gonna ask anyway, been thinking about it since our first date. I have a ring at my place, I’ll get you a better one eventually. And you’ll get the best seats for my games. And when I can’t wear my ring I’ll put it on a chain and you can wear it when I’m playing-”
“Toru,” you interrupt and he shakes his head with a wobbly smile. 
“Y/N, marry me. Please.”
Kumiko’s theory was right. Fuckboys get married at twenty, but she left out one crucial piece of information. She never said anything about who actually marries them.
“I…yes.”
And that it’d be you.
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10 years later pt 2
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ecoamerica · 23 days
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haikyuie · 2 years
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6:45pm Koganegawa has made an email thread with all of the training camp firsts year, in which he regularly updates them on his day… Tsuki hasn’t responded once :(
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wttcsms · 2 months
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saying let's get married;
domestic and sweet moments during the first year of newly-wed life (f!reader) <3
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KUROO — "my wife" this and "my wife" that to the point where all his friends and coworkers are groaning and saying we get it, man! you're married now! his dorky nonfiction books taking up all the space on the nightstand. helping him tame his bed hair when he wakes up and is trying to get ready for work. created a powerpoint presentation where he told you he was going to give you the most epic promotion of a lifetime (the powerpoint was themed to mimic an HR presentation describing new employee benefits and perks, along with what the new position would consist of; the final slide asked "do you accept the position of being tetsurou kuroo's wife? limited time bonus offer includes a diamond ring!")
OSAMU — doesn't know how to fold your clothes properly (it's not weaponized incompetence, he just doesn't understand why your tops have these many strings and components to them). tries out all his new recipes with you as his taste-testing guinea pigs. during your wedding reception, atsumu asked you who was cuter: him or osamu. on your off days from your job, you go to onigiri miya and help him close down the shop. blowing bubbles at him from the soap that foams up when you're washing the dishes. him knowing where you're most ticklish and using it against you every time he asks you for a minor favor.
BOKUTO — asks you about kid names before he even pops the question. wants you to quiz him on your family tree because he so badly wants to impress them when he's meeting them (he then asks for a quiz on your extended family once the wedding date is scheduled). gets excited when he sees those corny tiktoks that claim "these initials are soulmates" and he sees yours and his initials paired together; he'll send you those tiktoks and go "babe, look!!! i told u we were meant to be!!" brings you up any time he can, whether it's in regular conversation with friends, small talk with a cashier, a meet n greet with a fan, or a post-game interview. loves to do push-ups with you on his back.
OIKAWA — makes a vision board at the beginning of the year, except the main image is a horribly photoshopped picture of your head pasted on some stock photo of a bride. he was showing you something on his phone, and the notification from his jeweler announcing that your engagement ring was ready for pick up popped up and he nearly dropped his phone while trying to hurriedly swipe away the notification whilst shielding his screen from you. gets all pouty and wants to be the little spoon; will also start asking you "baaaabe, would you still love me if i was a worm?" saw you in the stands booing his opposing team, and whistled, exclaiming "that's my girl!" panics when he sees strands of his hair on the bathroom floor; proceeds to ask you if you'll still be with him even if he becomes bald. then asks if you'll pay for his hair transplant (as a joke; you never use your card when you're with him).
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satoruzlove · 1 year
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omi and his girly little gf <3
he thinks you’re so PRECIOUS. when he first saw you walking across campus with your nails done, shorter than most of your friends, dressed well and in pink he couldn’t stop thinking about you. atsumu had to snap him back into the conversation. kiyoomi thought that you looked like a pretty princess.
when you two become friends and talk more, he’s a little more obvious about it. when you get your nails done or ask him if he likes a skirt you got he always compliments how well it suits you, that pink is your colour!!
if you’re black, and you add pink into your braids/ dreads/ locs/ twists he thinks you look like an absolute FAIRY!!! you come back from the salon [ he wanted to come see you. he swears he did. but you didn’t let him for the ‘surprise’ of it): ] his mouth curls into a smile and his dimples are on display, he gets up from his spot on the sofa and asks if he can touch them. he clears some of the hair from your face and he places a feathery kiss on your forehead , “it’s not fair, how pretty you are,” he says.
kiyoomi just loves when you have french tips. he loves it. especially when the base is a pale pink colour, and the tips are just a crisp white. he loves how it contrasts with his black rings as he holds your hand. his heart flutters when your little, neat palm can only wrap around a few of his fingers. he loves how your manicured thumb rubs against his battered knuckles - it makes him feel dizzy.
he loves when you wear skirts or get new ones, he always twirls you around like you two were slow dancing. he’ll chuckle along with you when you giggle, “i think this one’s my favorite now,” he said to you ; although he’s said that about all 7 of the skirts.
don’t you dare try to do anything when you’ve just gotten your nails done. laundry? he’ll help. you wanna make yourself smth to eat? nah, he’s got it. you wanna shower??? why????? he’ll just clean you🤞🏻🤞🏻. his big sister used to complain about having to do things with her nails on and he’d never let his sweet little princess do anything by herself ):
omi would absolutely let you do his makeup if you wanted to try a new makeup look. you sit him down, putting his bouncy curls in a little bun and then priming his face. his cheeks smush and squish as your small hands work on him gently. he can’t help the warmth in his chest when he feels that you’re making a conscious effort to be gentle when you’re soaping down his eyebrows or blending out the highlight. his favorite is when you put on mascara- the way your index finger tilts his chin upwards and you mutter a ,’ look up f’ me, kiyo’ in the most sugary sweet tone he’s ever heard. he replies with a simple , ‘ ‘kay’ that could never give away the butterflies in the pit of his belly.
lastly - he’s spoiling you ROTTEN. he’s got allll that athlete money for what???? you, obviously. you saw some pretty mary janes you wanna wear to work? done. you want new earrings? done. you want a necklace with his name on it? done. well, that part wasn’t a choice- but he’s still happy that you wanted it. if you two are out and you even say that something is cute , his immediate response is , “do you want it?” and he’s dead serious. even if it’s ridiculously over priced. if you’re someone who cries when they accept gifts i’m projecting i’m sorry consider his heart SHATTERED when he hears the break in your voice as you thank him. he’s coddling you, asking if you really hated the gift that much, but when you explain that it just overwhelms you he feels tears in his own eyes at how precious you truly are. his large hand caressing your head and the other rubbing gentle circles on your back, whispering to you that you deserve his gifts, his love, his patience because you give it back to him. you deserve to be a princess- his princess- forever</3333333
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cirqlr · 1 year
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kuroken day!!
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zmbiesuga · 5 months
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osamu x gn!reader, domestic fluff, osamu calls reader "sweetpea", reader calls osamu "baby", oh how i yearn for him <3
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Osamu's morning routine was solid.
He woke up at 5 every morning, despite the fact that Onigiri Miya opened at 8. When he was younger, he would've gone for a jog to keep himself in shape. Now however, he feels no need to change anything about himself.
It always takes him a little, before he berudgingly gets out of bed and trudges to the bathroom that's connected to your shared bedroom, his safe space. The room the two of you share every night, tight in one another's embrace.
He starts the shower, and spends about the first five minutes allowing the warm water to cascade down his body, finally waking him up fully.
It's about 5:30-ish, when he's done. He brushes his teeth, with your toothpaste today, because his ran out. The taste reminds him of you, everything does.
When he's done with his teeth, getting dressed, putting in his contacts and messing with his hair, it's almost 6:10. He was supposed to wake you up at 6, but he knows you all too well, and his efforts would be wasted if he tried.
"Sweetpea," he whispers, shaking your shoulder gently, your tired groan hurting his heart just a little, "it's 6:10...gotta get up."
"Samu...10 more minutes..." you whine, just like every morning, making his small smile break out again, "...lay with me, please?" you plead, but it's not like you have to. Before you can even finish your question, he's already back in the warm bed for you, setting his phone alarm for 6:20.
His chest presses against your back, pulling you close as he presses soft kisses all over your face and neck, making your sleepy heart flutter while the fatigue overtakes you once more.
Osamu knows you won't wake up at 6:20, or 6:30 or even 6:45, but he doesn't care. Because this is how he spends his morning, wrapped up with you after already getting himself ready for the day, hitting snooze on that obnoxious alarm until he morally can't anymore, and he wouldn't trade it for the world.
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oomisluvr · 2 years
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domestic sakusa (are we suprised) 
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“WILL you check the oven for me?” you call over your shoulder, your hands occupied with washing dishes from your lunchtime snack, “I think I left something in there.”
Panic flashes behind Kiyoomi’s eyes, brows raised in alarm, “It’s not on is it? You need to be more careful when dealing with heat–”
You bite the inside of your cheek to suppress a smile, watching him stare into the oven with confusion. 
“There’s bread in here?” He asks, reaching inside to hold the small roll in his palm, “The oven wasn’t on either.” He trails off, trekking across the kitchen to stand at your side.
Plates now washed, you dry your hands with a dishtowel, leaning against the sink with an excited smile. 
Kiyoomi studies your expression, breaking off a puffy chunk of bread and stuffing it into his mouth before munching thoughtfully, “This is really good.”
“Kiyoomi–”
“Here,” He pushes a piece of bread to your lips, looking at you expectantly, “Try.”
“Oh my god,” you laugh, losing your cool, “You aren’t a little curious as to how that got there? The one, singular roll?”
“You put it there.” He confirms while still chewing, the small roll half-way devoured.
“But why would I put it there?”
He eyes you like you're crazy, “Because you wanted to keep it warm? I don’t know.”
“Okay, let’s start again–” he offers you the last piece of the dinner roll and you take it, chewing before continuing, “What’s in the oven?”
“Nothing, now.” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “We just ate it all.”
You sigh. How could he be so dense? “Alright, what was in the oven?”
“Some bread.” he supplies confidently. 
“No!” you laugh, “What’s another word for bread?”
“Starch?”
“No, give me another one.” 
“Carbs? Rolls? Buns?”
“Buns!” You emphasize, “And where was the bun?”
“In the oven.” 
You thrust your hands up to solidify your point. The air goes still, and you can practically see the gears turning in that empty, athletic head of his. Realization hits him like a bullet train, knocking the breath from his lungs. His heart starts then stops then starts again, beating faster than it ever has. His face contorts in a series of expressions, first shock, then disbelief, then his lips pull up into a wobbly grin. He shakes his head rapidly, blinking equally as fast. 
“Stop.” he says, voice cracking, “Don’t mess with me like this. This isn’t funny.”
“I’m not joking, Ki.” you whisper, finding his hands and placing them against your stomach, “We’re going to be parents.” 
“How far along are you?” He immediately fires off, sounding pained, “Have you been feeling well? How many appointments have you gone to already? We need to start planning immediately–”
“Easy, Ki, I’ve been feeling just fine.” you laugh, reaching a comforting hand to his jaw and stroking lightly, “I’m just 12 weeks, so she’s the size of a lime right about now.”
“She?” Something like a choked sob escapes Kiyoomi as he falls to his knees, speaking to your stomach with tears in his eyes, “Hi, princess! Hi, pumpkin! You’re getting so big! I’m your dad! I’m sorry I didn't introduce myself sooner, I didn’t know you were in there!” 
“She’s been doing really well.” You say, “No complications so far. She’s been going strong.”
“That’s amazing!” He babbles to your navel, “You’re so strong, just like your mother. You’re going to grow up and be whoever you want to be and you’re going to be the best at it!” He wipes a stray tear with the back of his hand, “I promise I’ll be the best dad to you. We’re going to be best friends!” 
You laugh at that, and Kiyoomi looks up at you with wide eyes, as if suddenly realizing you were there. 
“Thank you,” he whispers, “For giving me a chance.”
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BONUS:
"You totally ate our baby, by the way." You laugh against Kiyoomi's side, leaning your head on the arm stretched behind you, "Just devoured the bun in three bites."
"You couldn't tell me like a normal person?" He jokes, "With an actual pregnancy test?"
"This way was cuter!" You whine, "I can't wait to post it."
"Post it?" He parrots, "You were recording me?"
"Just the first bit," you smile, "When you couldn't put the pieces together. Hilarious."
"You're evil," he jests, "Our baby better not absorb any of your evilness."
"Absorb my evilness! Really?"
"Yes," he confirms, "Through the placenta cord or whatever it's called."
You shake your head with a smile, sitting up to turn off the lamp on the nightstand, "Goodnight, I'm not doing this with you." You shuffle under the covers.
"Goodnight, I love you." He presses a kiss against your temple, reaching a hand around your torso to palm your stomach. In a smaller voice, he whispers. "I love you, too."
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carleycore · 1 year
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When they insult you (Kenma and Oikawa pt. 2)
A/N thank you all for the suggestions and support! The ideas came from @multi-fandom-fanfic !!
Genre: Hurt/Comfort (i think that’s right) 
Warnings: Mentions of eds, self deprecating thoughts and fluff
Part One 
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(Kenma)
After you left he felt bad, he really did. But, he was still frustrated so he finished the stream and went to bed. Hoping you would’ve cooled down by then, but you hadn’t. You were fast asleep in the guest room with dried tears on your face.
The next day he apologized, you forgave him, and he thought that was the end of everything.
The only difference he noticed was how you seem more tired and less enthusiastic.
Before, you were more than happy to wedding plan, and it made him smile seeing how happy you were.
Now, every little thing was seeming to stress you out and you were gone a lot more.
Upon further inspection, he found out you had gotten a job.
“Y/N? Why did i find out that you were working at the new arcade downtown?”
“Oh,” you answered tiredly, “you wanted me to, you remember?”
And he did remember. And he felt horrible.
Somehow his fans knew too.
“What do you mean, what's wrong with Y/N?” he was reading his chats. His entire stream had comments flooded with questions about Y/N
Why isn't Y/N posting anymore?
Did you and your fiancee break up?
Y/N looks so tired recently.
And he knew they were right. Ending his stream he went downstairs and saw you crying on the couch. Looking from your phone to your computer like your life depended on it.
“Is... Is everything okay?” He asked, cuddling you.
“Yeah,” you sniffled, “just balancing school, work, and the wedding is a lot. It's getting overwhelming.”
“Y/N, I'm so sorry. I was just having a bad day and I took it out on you. I'm so so sorry my love.”
“It's okay, Ken. Just please, never do that again.”
“Noted, I love you.”
“I love you too.”
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(Oikawa)
Oikawa didn’t apologize. He didn’t tend to. But, you didn’t need him to. You just carried on with your life, only difference was now you were working out more and eating less. 
And Tooru noticed. Complimenting on how beautiful you looked. He must’ve really thought you looked good as the very next day he informed you his friends were coming over for dinner. The same friends he saw in the store.
"Y/N you look beautiful!” Nami complimented, handing you a present filled with baby stuff.
“Thank you, I’ve been trying.” 
“You don’t need to work out,” she said seriously, “I wish I could gain some weight, I hate how disproportionate my body looks due to my bump,” She whined, as you both took a seat at the table.
“That’s nonsense dear,” her husband chimed in. You look amazing. 
That was the support you wished you got from your husband.
Especially now. You didn’t feel well at all.
You knew something was wrong.
And you were right. The very next moment you passed out on the table. 
Next thing you knew, you were lying on a hospital bed. 
“Oh my gosh, Y/N. I’m so happy you’re okay. I don’t know what I would’ve done if something happened to you or the baby.”
“You got really fucking lucky Oikawa,” Nami sneered, “she was starving herself because you talked about the way she looked while she’s pregnant with YOUR baby.”  
After making sure you were okay and slapping Oikawa Nami and Sato left. 
“Y/N- I-”
“Just save It Tooru. I don’t want to see you right now.”
“I-I know you’re mad at me. You have every right to be. Just know It’ll never happen again and I’ll never stop trying to get you to forgive me. I’ll do whatever it takes. I’m so, so sorry.”
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I hope you guys enjoyed! More characters coming soon.
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mango-bango-bby · 1 year
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Hi Mango, how are you?Can you write Sugawara with a pregnant reader? I'm just wondering how he's going to act with his paternity fuss.I miss reading Sugwara reader posts 🥰 Sorry my native language is not english. I love you.
♡ Pregnancy ♡
(A/N: Wahhhhh I feel like it’s been so long since I’ve written anything for Haikyuu and it feels so nice to write for them again 💖 I hope you like because I’d love to more for Haikyuu!!!)
Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, domestic yandere, pregnancy, childbirth, AFAB!reader, children
Summary: Pregnancy headcanons with Sugawara! (Yan!Sugawara x AFAB!reader)
Masterlist ➸ ♡
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♡ Sugawara really wanted a family with you. He had honestly been dreaming of having a family with you. He’d love a traditional family, although he would always put you before his wants. But when you told him that your period was late and that you wanted him to get you a pregnancy test. He was incredibly excited so he did get the test.
♡ You are either upset about being pregnant or you’re excited. Either way, Sugawara is very excited to start a family with you. If you’re upset, he’ll still comfort you but there doesn’t mean he’s not excited and won’t try explaining the positives to you. And if you’re excited, then he’s even happier! He hug you tightly but he’s already pulling back so he doesn’t hug you even though you’re barely showing.
♡ He gets very, very protective over you. And he isolates you even more. He just is so worried about you, there are so many things that could go wrong in pregnancy and there are so many complications that could happen. He takes you to the doctor a lot, even though he’s still protective of you, he still brings you to the doctor because he’s so nervous. He’s also scared for the baby for the same reasons.
♡ Sugawara reads up a lot of pregnancy and parenting so that he is fully prepared. He is at your beck and call honestly, he’s just so in love with you. He needs to make sure you’re comfortable and not stressed at anytime because it’s bad for you. Also definitely makes you food that you want because he doesn’t want you cooking because he sees as dangerous.
♡ He is already planning on spoiling the baby! He’s already spoiling you so much, he can’t wait to spoil the baby. He buys so many toys, play mats, clothes, everything! He just can’t wait, he’s very excited. Of course, he helps you decorate the nursery as well, whatever you like!
♡ Sugawara definitely brings you to a doctor. He’s very protective over you but he could not handle seeing you and you being in so much pain, so he definitely brings you to the hospital to give birth. He’s holding your hand the whole time, he is supporting you the whole time. He’s encouraging and definitely tells you how proud he is of you because you really are incredible.
♡ He lets you hold the baby first, then he holds them. He cries when he first holds them. Even when you all get home, Sugawara holds them while just relaxing with you. He ‘nurses’ you back to health, you just gave birth, he needs you to relax. So he takes care of you as well as taking care of the baby when you can’t.
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Thank you for reading, darling!!
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maycat-19-142 · 1 month
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Kenma x video game streamer reader
A/n: happy birthday kenma yes I know this is months late but this was written on his birthday 🎂
⚠️: gender neutral reader marriage, relationship going public, let me know if I missed anything
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Yall meet in high school
You were an exchange student and he had 6/7 classes with you
So yall were together a lot
So when you started to date it was not really a surprise
Most thought yall wouldn't last but here you are 10 years later
You worked as a programmer with a streaming job on the side for years
Till you hit 900k
You choose with rhe help of kenma to become a streamer full time
So now you both were steamers
And did any one know that you were engaged to kenma
No but was is kinda obvious
You both wore each other murch
Fans put it together after 2 things
1. You both started to ware wedding bands
2. You came in his office while he was streaming to give him food
Fans only saw your hand and heard your voice
Yet the found out
So QnA live
People asked so many questions
And yall answered most of them
So was it good to have your relationship revealed
I guess so yall were seane together more at cons
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Have a good day and night 🌙
Pixie out 🧚‍♀️
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scarletevening · 10 months
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twister [ sakusa kiyoomi ]
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its my bday so bday drabble hehehe
cw: foul language, some suggestive bits, implied fem!reader
“scratch my back,” sakusa groans, melting into the couch, lying on his stomach with his bulky legs on your lap,
“no, you can do it yourself,” you dramatically groaned back, too tired from work. he shot a glare over his shoulder, freshly washed hair sticking to his forehead in strands. you gave a sarcastic smile back to him, leaning over and running your fingers through his hair, causing him to soften, 
“at least scratch my scalp,“ he pleaded, causing you to do anything but humor him as you pulled your hand away, to his disappointment. “c’mon, sweetheart, please,“ he whined, 
“with your wrists you could probably do it by yourself.“ he groaned, a dramatic, exhausted, emotional, angry, exhale leaving his lips. you could feel your chest tighten as you silently laughed, opting to loudly inhale. another glare, with a smile you couldn’t see.
“I’m not a contortionist, now please scratch my fucking back” you can’t help it as you laugh, holding onto his calves as you laugh, his choking chuckle joining you
“when did you get so needy? and besides, not a contortionist my ass have you seen your wrists??” he scoffs, 
“Yeah, my wrists dumbass, besides i’ve seen my wrists plenty when i fing--”, you slam a pillow on his head, laughter abruptly stopped by your jaw on the floor and the muted retaliations as kiyoomi reaches back to grasp at the pillow, bursting out into laughter as he sees your face, dumbfounded with your mouth wide open. he can feel his eyes burning as he shakes with amusement, his legs raising out of your lap as he turned his upper body to rest on one arm and look at you. Your face filled with an obnoxious grin, neck pulled taught at you pursed your lips together to not laugh, kiyoomi simply looking at you, the same expression on his face. 
and when your eyes met, the two of you turned to kids, laughing and giggling like there wouldn’t be a noise complaint about your idiotic humor, hands slamming against the surface of the sofa, choking in unfunny humor as your stomachs began to hurt. 
your eyes filled with tears as you escaped the weight of his legs to lie on top of him, still exasperated and laughing, kiyoomi using the pillow to defend himself as you nearly shouted when he opened his mouth again, grinning.
“i’ll shut up if you scratch my back.“
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he gives me such deep ‘i make dirty jokes with everyone and you can’t stop me’ vibes it actually insane [thats literally me]  i just love the idea of domestic life its so cutie
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natashawritesstuff · 1 year
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“Dad?” Keina, your youngest daughter yells from the living room.
“Yes?” Ushijima responds, in a normal volume as he was a mere few meters away from her. 
“Oh, I didn't know you were there.”
“I highly doubt that,” he mutters.
“Anyways, why did Bokuto-san call asking if we did our interview yet? What’s he talking about?”
He pauses for a few seconds before cursing under his breath. “They’re interviewing the Olympic teams from the winning years. Something about what it takes to be an athlete, the ups and downs of the commitment, they wanted the families to be interviewed too.”
“Why didn’t I know?” 
“Because I never planned on doing it, I already replied I wasn’t interested.”
“Dad?” Airi, the oldest, says as she’s looking out the window. “There’s a camera crew on our lawn.”
Keina slowly turns back to her father with curious eyes, “Dad, are you sure you replied no?”
“Not so much, no.”
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“I’m Y/N.”
“I’m Wakatoshi, we’re the Ushijima’s.”
“Thank you so much for giving this interview,” Sato, the cameraman, says. 
“Yeah, of course,” you say excitedly and turn to your husband waiting for his enthusiasm but getting a deadpan face in return.
“What?”
“Smile.”
“No.”
“Please, the cameras.”
“Why would I care about the camera’s?”
“Guys we’re actually still rolling.”
“I’m talking to my wife,” Ushijima tells him and then returns his attention back to you and you sigh.
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“I’m Airi, I’m sixteen.”
“I’m Keina, I’m fifteen.”
“What was it like growing up with an Olympic volleyball player as a dad?”
“Umm…” Keina hums and turns to her sister for an answer. 
“He was never really strict with us about playing volleyball,” Airi says.
“It was always just kind of written in the stars,” Keina chimes in. 
“Right,” Airi agrees, “that being said he taught us how to pass before we learned how to read.”
The cameraman laughs and the girls don’t. 
“She’s serious,” Keina confirms. 
“Oh.”
“Yeah,” they say in unison.
“Uh….moving on.”
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“Ushijima-san, did you find it hard raising kids while balancing your career?”
“Yes, mostly because I wasn’t good at it.”
“What advice would you give younger players trying to balance?”
“Don’t balance. Just pick your family.”
“Sir, if you could just give me something,” he pleads.
“I’m giving you the interview.”
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“Are you two friends with the other legacy kids?”
“No.”
“Yes.”
The two answer simultaneously and Airi scoffs, saying, “she is not me.”
“Kyoudo, he’s Bokuto-san's son, I love him. We used to practice together when we were younger. He’s such a little crybaby though-”
“Keina,” Ushijima says from behind the camera.
“No she’s right, literally he used to whine every time Keina beat him. Which was often. I mean I would be crying too, he’s two years older than her.”
“Airi,” you hiss.
“What?”
“Um, what about other players' kids? Are you friends?”
“I mean Iwaizumi-san’s daughter, Emiko loves me….she’s also like one and I babysit her, so that doesn’t really count,” Keina realizes, voice trailing off. 
“Yeah all of dad’s teammates waited until they were like thirty, and we were both accidents so,” Airi explains.
“Oh my god,” you whisper. 
“The only one who has a kid not under the age of ten besides Bokuto-san is Atsumu-san.” Keina says, “And that Miya is just….”
“A dick.” 
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“What positions do you play?”
“I’m a setter,” Airi answers. 
“I play opposite.”
“How did growing up together mold you as players?”
“I think it made us well-rounded. Right?”
“Yeah,” Keina agrees. 
“I mean not only were we raised by one of the greatest players, but we also had access to each other and always pushed the other to grow.”
“Mhm.”
“And no matter if we win or lose, I always knew my little sister was on my team. At least back then,” Airi confesses, voice nearly cracking. 
“...yeah,” Keina agrees, eyes almost watering.
“Speaking of teams, you two actually play for different one’s right? Keina’s playing for the team that beat yours in the tournament last year?” Sato asks.
The girls share a look before Airi asks, “sir, have you ever played volleyball?”
“No-”
“I thought so,” she says with a smile.
“I’m….I’m gonna cut.”
“Yeah, you do that.”
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“How long have you been together?” Sato tiredly asks. 
“Since we were seventeen,” Ushijima answers quickly.
“Yeah, that.”
“When did you get married?”
“Twenty-four,” he answers again.
“Where’d you meet?”
“In high school. I quite literally ran into him.”
“And then we had a project together,” he remembers. 
“And the rest is history,” you say, lovingly looking into his eyes and a small smile grazes his face.
“I love you,” he whispers. 
“I love you.”
Sato clears his throat and you embarrassed, turn back to the camera. 
“We’re not going to lie and say it’s not hard, because it is, extremely, but…”
“It’s worth it,” Ushijima says, still looking into your eyes. 
He cuts the camera and you and your husband each stand up to say your goodbyes.
“It was a pleasure to meet you and your family.”
“You as well,” you say with a smile.
“And your daughters are….” he begins to say as his eyes drift off to see Airi staring daggers at him from across the room and Keina trying to get her to stop but proving to be unsuccessful. “They’re..”
“You don’t need to finish that,” you tell him.
“Anyways I just want to thank you all for your time.”
Ushijima asks bluntly, “you’re not using the interview, are you?”
“Absolutely not.”
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ksketch731 · 10 months
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"Good morning moonshine~" a redraw of one of my first few digital art
2021-2023
lol when art block is real... just redraw
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wttcsms · 2 days
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sweet everything, atsumu miya ; one shot collection
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SWEET EVERYTHING┆this just in: maybe he can be fixed. atsumu miya used to make news as a longtime bachelor who considered marriage to be "settling down" and as someone who prides himself on "never settling", it's clear the only ring he cares about comes from a championship. barely seven years after this iconic interview, atsumu miya walks away from professional volleyball as a devoted husband and father to the most adorable little toddlers who test his stamina as he chases after them.
a collection of inter-connected (mostly fluffy) one shots and drabbles centered around husband/dad!atsumu, maintaining the honeymoon phase of marriage, and the family antics that occur when his children inherit his wild, brash nature <3
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triple trouble┆before his early retirement from the game, new dad atsumu steals every reporters' attention as he shows the world his triplets during a post-game conference; only, it's really his babies that have everyone so entertained.
number one┆atsumu's always reassured you that he doesn't mind leaving behind his professional career to spend more time with the family, but the media gets to him. his creeping doubt and feelings of regret only amplify when he walks into his office to see that his sons have accidentally destroyed his trophy case, all his awards and plaques dented, ruined, or shattered into pieces on the floor. — coming soon!
my heart hits rewind┆noted as one of the longest standing (and healthy) relationships in celebrity circles, people online always speculate on how you and atsumu are still so in love with each other, especially after having kids that are constantly vying for your attention. alternatively: 5 times you and atsumu try get some alone time + the 1 time you two finally get a date night. — coming soon!
honeymoon fades┆you and atsumu celebrate your wedding anniversary (nsfw). — coming soon!
i want your dreary mondays┆before the marriage and your kids, it's just you and atsumu trying to figure things out. or: atsumu realizes he wants to spend his whole life with you and does everything in his power to convince you to stay by his side (even though you never really did need much convincing). (nsfw) — coming soon!
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author's note a little throwback to my bleedinqhearts days lol!!! i hope you all miss dad!atsumu as much as i did <3
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fan art inspired by the fics (from my old blog <3) triplets ami & atsumu
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satoruzlove · 1 year
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long term boyfie! kiyoomi who’s now off- season and at home a lot more, who dreads when you leave for work.
“do you prefer your sandwiches cut diagonally?”kiyoomi hollers from the kitchen. you huff as you try to preen your blazer correctly, toddling downstairs to answer him. a pretty pink apron adorns his toned figure, “ anything, kiyo,” you sigh grabbing your bottle. he doesn’t miss your dismissive tone - but says nothing. “ do you want grapes? and they’re the green ones, i know you like-,” ,” kiyoomi , i’m going to work. not a field trip.” you deadpan.
your raven haired lover pouts with his back turned to you, and as he packs up your lunch he moves toward you. smoothing your hair and softly squeezing your shoulders, he sighs. “ you don’t have to be mean, y’know,” he mutters ,” i’m trying to be supportive here.” he says with a faux tone of hurt. a smile pulls at your lips as you flick his forehead, “ well then try harder,” you challenge.
he smirks down at your put- together figure as a small ‘ oh yeah?’ leaves his supple lips , grabbing you and prompting a fit of giggles. he kisses and gnaws at your sweet skin , before you truly know it, you’re late to work.
kiyoomi hates when you have to leave for work, but as long as you have moments like this, he doesn’t really mind as much.
don’t tell anyone, but when i see ppl w kiyoomi’s name in their user i immediately stalk them and mentally take note of them</333 kiyo lovers unite
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