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enchantedchocolatebars · 7 months

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Things To Think About For Characters (Clara Clawthorne [My Wittewife] 🧡 🤎 🧹 💟)

Commission artworks are here, here, and here.

• Do they have allergies? (Nope. She's happy to have no allergies to anything, especially nature, as she loves it so much.)

• What foods will they not touch? (Sour or spicy foods. They're bad for her tongue. Also, yuck. Her words btw. Oh, and rotten foods, for obvious reasons.)

• What kind of music do they like? (Medieval / Bardcore pop music! Those music genres were really popular during her time. Examples are here and here.)

• How are they around new people? (Very friendly and outgoing! Clara loves meeting new people!)

• Do they speak in an accent? (She has a cute American accent! Very upbeat and bubbly and a little high pitched! She sounds like a M/y L/ittle Pon/y character lol. Speaking of m/lp, here's her voice. I ❤️ T/ara S/trong.)

• Have they tried learning a new language? (Not really, but she would be delighted to learn if given the chance! If she did, she would have a really tough time at first with the new language, but she would get the hang of it over time.)

• How many languages do they know? (Only one, and it's English.)

• What is a song that will always make them cry? (This one. Tears of joy btw lol.)

• How do they cry? heaving? silently? sobbing? (All three, but it really depends on the situation.)

• How do they dress? for practicality or fashion? (I'll say practical since Clara wears pretty practical clothing.)

• What is the first thing they notice about a stranger? (Their smile! [if they're smiling.] If not, then their face and demeanor.)

• What is their humour like? (Silly, goofy, and random lol.)

• do they have scars? what caused them? (She has zero scars.)

• do they wear jewelry? (During her shore trips, she wears the jewelries she discovers and advertises them at her knick knack stand at the town marketplace.)

• are they a frivolous spender or a miser? (FRIVOLOUS SPENDER. SHE LOVES TO SHOP, SHOP, SHOP! You could say she's "a bit" of a shopaholic lol.)

• do they prefer luxury or practicality? (Luxury can be nice and does have its perks, but she prefers practicality.)

• Who would they quote? (Tay/lor Swi/ft I think. 99% of her quotes are positive. This one would be her fav lol.)

• what could make them change their mind? (Puppy dog eyes or treating her to something sweet lol. If you want a more serious answer, I say having a respectful conversation and finding common ground with her.)

• Who is the first person they'd call? (Scrolls weren't a thing back then, but if they were, I'd say her her ma / mother.)

• how are they around animals? do they have pets? (Clara exhibits kindness and love towards animals, and she has a blue jay palisman named Syrup as a pet.)

• What is their favourite childhood food? (Fairy fresh fairy bread lol. It's a very whimsical treat [it's sliced white bread slathered in butter and sprinkled with fairy dust] that Little Clara loved! She still loves it even as an adult.)

• what is something they've never told anyone? (Spoiler for "A Winsome Witch And A Happy Human".😭)

• childhood friends? (She had some! Can't go too into detail about them though cuz spoiler for "A Winsome Witch And A Happy Human".😭)

• what are habits they've picked up from other people? (Thanks to Caleb, Clara has become accustomed to carrying a carving knife with her.)

• what are their guilty pleasures? (I don't think she has any. If Clara likes something, she likes it and it doesn't cause her guilt. <3)

• what is something they're staunchly against? (The witch hunts that Caleb talked about that the humans in his realm engage in are definitely something she opposes.)

• do they speak a certain way? do they use contractions? popular turns of phrase? (She speaks normally. Also, she would use the popular phrases of her time.)

• can they fall in love? what does it look like? does it differ between people -- friends vs family? (Yes for the first question! She fantasizes about finding her one true love, so it's possible for her to fall in love and be in love lol. But the other stuff I can't answer cuz spoiler for "A Winsome Witch And A Happy Human".😭)

• what would they rather die than do? (Spoiler for "A Winsome Witch And A Happy Human".😭)

• what is their biggest mistake? one that they look out to never do again. (Spoiler for "A Winsome Witch And A Happy Human".😭)

Sorry to end on a 'sorry spoiler' text, but yeah. 😅

Anyways,

tagging @princessrainbowpastel (her oc is on @persephoneflowerpetals), @queenspinoodle, @elusive---ivory, @nightsoulvixen (her oc is on @rizzocloverrpcorner), and @azure-blaze92 (he / they have an oc here)

The tag is also open to anyone who wants to do this, and you don't have to answer these questions with an oc if you don't want to (you can use a canon character as well). 💖 💗 💕

#(trying to shift back to thinking about my girl)#(because of the story i have planned for her and her hubby)#(WIFE)#(WITTEWIFE)#(gosh she's so lovely)#the owl house #owl house #toh #clara clawthorne #wittewife #oc #original character #writing #my writing #🧡#🤎#🧹#💟

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bardic-inspo · 5 months

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This is how my Shart honor mode is going btw

Astarion has to stay in the party the whole game cause he can flee combat like it's nobody's business 😭

#listen the owl bear HAD LEGENDARY ACTIONS #SHE CALLED IN HER HUBBY I HAD TO FIGHT TWO OF THEM #i knew the enemies would have those I just didn't think THAT fight would be one of them #astarion #bg3 #shart honor mode #megh plays bg3 #also I only had enough money to bring back Shadowheart now we gotta go scrounge until we have enough for the others #the owlbear consort is still alive btw but we killed mom

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thepromiscuousfinger · 6 months

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#nite owl degen hours #literally my hubby

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crimsonfacets · 1 year

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Huffs. That man has no right being as beautiful as he is. ( 💓 )

#* flustered puffy owl noises *#(( PRETTY HUBBY ALERT! PRETTY HUBBY ALERT 🚨🚨🚨🚨 !! ))#(( local wife caught OGLING HER OWN SPOUSE ))#idyllicserendipity.#『 stella / ic. 』 ❝ & when she whispers ; your blood shall run cold. ❞#『 blog / dash comm. 』 ❝ creeping and peeking. ❞

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caracello · 2 years

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hi baby thinking about you +) mua mua

#theres a few owls that live around my workplace and every single morning i hear one hoot and go 'good morning!' back to it #hes saying gm to me +)) i love himm i love you hubby mwa mwa mwa mwa #gush:{🦉}

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princepipper · 3 months

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Sometimes I just like to look through all the different artworks I have saved of Gabriel... I find myself often admiring his hair flip, for some reason? He's really handsome for a total NUT.

Also, his forearms... very strong for a skinny guy like him. What's he doing to keep them like that? 👀

#i wuv my fictional hubbie #pip talks #gabe #also please note that while i call gabe a nut i do not use rude terms or anything for actual folks with mental illness #thought i should establish that. since not everyone knows these ocs #gabe's nickname was often nutfucker lmao. it's my fave anyway #ALSO ALL THE ART HERE IS BY OWL... lord knows even when i try i cannot get him too look as good #at least to me haha

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tears-that-heal · 6 months

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I’m so proud of my hubby! 💗 He’s been having to take graveyard shifts for his job. Therefore he needs to sleep in the day. He’s been working so hard for us. I’m super thankful to have him!

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ashthemadwriter-archived · 2 years

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Calling them by their name

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairings: Suna, Oikawa, Bokuto, Atsumu, Osamu, Iwaizumi, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kenma, Kuroo X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: Some cussing done by me, Suggestive in Iwaizumi's part

Word Count: 1.2K

A/n: It's been a while since I last wrote for Haikyuu so-

This TikTok compilation on YouTube

↳Yamaguchi

"Yamaguchi Tadashi!"

The man looks at you frightened, like he just saw a ghost or smthn lmao, making you Almost feel bad about this prank.

"What? What happened?" "Did you eat all the Ice cream I saved for myself?"

Lmao now he's scared af.

"I-I No I didn't! I put it in the freezer like you told me too!" "Then why isn't it there? You're telling me that the freezer ate it itself?" "IDK!" "Yamaguchi Tadashi!" "BABE STOP CALLING ME BY MY FULL NAME YOU'RE SCARING ME"

Runs to the store to buy you more Ice cream, little did he know you were the one who ate it, but you were too tired to go out so you used this method to make him go out and buy some instead lol

↳Tsukishima

"Tsukishima Kei!"

You really think He's gonna fall for that? huh

HUH!

He can clearly see how you're carefully watching him to see his reaction. He knows you're up to smthn immediately.

MF ignores you until you call him by his pet name😭

"Tsukishima Kei!" "..." "Tsukishima!" "..." "...Kei?" "..." "Kei Baby?" "What is it?"

"You're no fun" "And you're so dumb" "Hey!" "What? It rhymes! Who's not fun now?"

Just don't play pranks on this guy he will make you regret🤧

↳Suna

Much to your surprise, he has TikTok. Playing pranks on this guy is never successful cuz he's 10 steps ahead of you. Always.

Like when he finds you saying & doing smthn that sounds familiar to him he's like "Oh it's that prank I saw yesterday! She thinks she can fool me? That's cute. Let me mess with her a little bit"

"Suna Rintarou!" "F/n L/n!" "Suna Rintarou this is a serious matter!" "I'm listening F/n L/n!" "Suna why are you doing this?" "I don't know what you're talking about, L/n" "RIN-"

He will be the one who wins in the end. Always.

You sometimes find it tough to hold yourself back from punching him, but you're in love with his punky ass so you have to deal with it.

↳Atsumu

Cute whiney baby T^T

IDK why I find him so adorable lmao

You don't even have to call him by his full name to upset him. Saying his first name instead of pet names is enough to damage his heart lmao

"Atsumu?"

The guy looks like he's been shot in the heart LMFAO

"Why are ya callin me Atsumu?🥺" "Um... I mean, that's your name, right?" "No! 'm not Atsumu! 'm baby! or Sweety! or Hubby! Who do ya think yer callin Atsumu?"

He won't talk to you unless you make it up to him by extra kisses & smooches cause I'm not kidding, THE GUY IS HURT.

↳Osamu

Now he's a bit different from his twin. He will get irritated at first, but as the mf he is, he is gonna make you regret.

"Miya?"

He literally stops whatever he's doing, raises his head to stare at you with a blank expression. Maybe you can sense a sharp dagger stabbing your heart lmao.

"Did ya just call me Miya?" "... I..."

Ngl he looks scary af. Though his expression is blank I AM TELLING YOU.

Goes back to his business with the blank expression meanwhile ignoring the fuck out of you for the whole night.

Will not back down unless you're on you're knees begging him to pay attention to you lol

"'Samu!" "What's that sound I'm hearing? Never mind" "SAMU PLEASE I'M REALLY SORRY-"

↳Bokuto

His reaction is the same as 'Tsumu's but a bit tenser lmao.

"Bokuto?"

His head that was on your chest suddenly raises for you to meet his puppy eyes.

"Suger Cube? Why are you calling me by my name? Did I do something?🥺🥺🥺🥺"

INSTANT REGRET LMAO

He's innocence is enough for you to feel bad and suffocate him in your arms T^T

"No Mwah* Baby Mwah* I'm sorry it was Mwah mwah* just a prank!"

Just cuddle your baby owl a bit more he deserves it T^T

↳Oikawa

This mf deserves it.

Fuck him up.

Make him cry.

Choke him. Kill him. Slap him-

Ahem. Where were we?

So yeah basically he's a jerk and he deserves all the pranks in the world lmfao

"Oi Shittykawa! Didn't I tell you to clean your room? Why is it still a mess?"

MF IS STUNNED AF LMAO

"BABE WHY DO YOU HAVE TO CALL ME THAT- sighs* Even my own S/o bullies me, what a cruel world indeed"

BITCH WHAT'S WITH THE FORMAL LANGUAGE

"Just shut up and do it already" "Babe you're so mean😪" "You deserve it YOU HANDSOME BASTARD-"

↳Iwaizumi

This guy is so good. So husband material. So hot. So much in shape. ANYWAYS-

He's surprised. Very surprised.

"Iwaizumi Hajime!"

Looks up from his phone immediately to meet your frustrated expression.

Frustrated by how hard you're trying to hold back your laugh.

"What is it honey?" "Did you forget to wash the dishes?" "No they're all done" "Then did you forget to take out the trash?" "Took it five hours ago" "Then what about... what about..."

Lmao now he gets what's going on.

A smirk appears on his face as he throws is phone on the couch and the next thing you know you're pinned to the cushions with him on top of you.

"What was that about? Are you trying to tease me or something?"

BRUH he looks so hot like this that you're literally unable to talk.

"I- W-Well... what if I am?"

Let's just say that you never dared to play pranks on him again🚶🏻‍♀️

↳Kenma

NOOOOOOOOO

Why you doing this to my cat boy lmao T^T

"Kozume?"

Pauses his game and turnes to look at you with a HUGE sulk on his face.

HE IS ANNOYED.

"Why did you-" "Kozume? Really?"

Lmao his pouty face makes you chuckle a bit

"That's your name isn't it?" "What happened to baby, sweetheart, love of my life..." "KENMA BABY I'M SORRY-"

God knows why he looks so cute when he's all sulky lmao

↳Kuroo

Lmao I can never bring myself to mess with him.

WHY IS GOJO'S VOICE PLAYING IN MY HEAD HELP-

Anyway he will get you back, and a thousand times harder.

It's like you called him by his full name once, and ever since then he keeps calling you by your last name lmao.

You come home after a long day? "Well look who it is! The one and only L/n!" "I FUCKING HATE YOU TETSURO-"

This doesn't stop when you're in public. Or in front of your parents.

When your mom's on the other line? "L/n it's your mom she wants to talk to you!"

When you're out with friends? "L/n would you be kind and pass the salt please?"

People keep asking if you got into a fight or smthn LMFAO

So yeah this will go on for a while until he gets tired of it or he hurts your feelings then he will apologize for BEING SUCH A DICK crossing the line a bit too much.

Interactions are appreciated! :)

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necroticboop · 17 days

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Belos x No Longer You

#i wasn't planning to post this one but i was encouraged to do so by my friends so here it is #the owl house #toh #belos #emperor belos #philip wittebane #no longer you #✦ videos #it's not perfect but i had this idea while driving home with hubby #and had to get it out #i did practically the entire thing on the ferry ride home

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notthefirstfallenangel · 9 months

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Memories I

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, mention of injury, amnesia

Summary: You had your memory wiped after a messed-up mission. All that you remember is your childhood and fragmented glimpses of your teenage and adult years. Poor Simon, your would-be hubby, is left to pick up the pieces when you can't even recall his existence.

Words: 1.7k

A/N: I've had this story in the works for some time now, but only recently got around to finishing and publishing it. In that timeframe, I've seen some wonderful stories from other authors that share some similarities with mine. If you're one of those authors, please know I'm not trying to steal your ideas🤍 I hope you guys enjoy this piece and that it provides a unique perspective despite the possible similarities!

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

The room was quiet, save for the rustle of leaves blowing through the windows to a slow rhythm, a song of the wind. It was not melodious or gentle. It was a dirge heralding the beginning of the storm.

The hospital room was clean but bare. There was no furniture, books, or colourful pillows, nothing to ease the quiet. All that was in here was a narrowed hospital bed, a small table beside it, and a chair.

The air was dried and sterile; it smelled of chemicals and a hint of decay that a hospital was always haunted by.

Simon leaned against the doorframe, his powerful frame illuminated by a shaft of light from the hallway. He wore a tight black hoodie, dark blue jeans that hugged his thighs like a second skin, and black shoes.

Simon’s voice was low, velvet-like, and he looked directly into your eyes as he spoke, “Hey, sweetheart.”

You sat up in bed, wearing a hospital gown, no makeup, no jewellery. The only thing that popped out on you was the PICC on your left arm, a tape holding it in place with a trickle of blood that had soaked through.

Your face was washed in the hospital’s flickering fluorescent light, and your eyes were cold and calculating, like an owl on the hunt. You didn’t say anything — you just watched Simon.

“How are you feeling?” his voice was a low rumble; his words were slow and measured.

The chair cracked as he sat, the wood groaning in protest to hold his weight.

“Your wounds? Any pain?”

You blinked slowly but didn’t answer. Instead, you gazed at the ceiling, letting your eyes wander around the room. Your face was passive, your thoughts hidden.

Simon sighed. “I know you don’t want to talk.”

He waited for a reply, his breath holding as he stared into your eyes. The seconds seemed to drag on endlessly until he spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper. “But...can you remember anything yet?”

He held his breath once more, almost afraid of the answer.

His tone was quiet, but his eyes were like deep pools of emotion, begging for understanding even as he kept his expression neutral. The slight twitch of his cheek indicated a level of tension as if he was holding back an outpouring of feelings that had been brewing inside him for days.

It was something that he asked every day, with the same inflexion and the same intonation. As the two-week mark approached, you grow accustomed to the sound of Simon’s voice, the feel of his presence. For those brief moments each day he spends with you, it is just the two of you. But despite his daily visits, you didn’t recall a single thing beyond your name and childhood.

Your eyes trailed over his face, trying to make sense of it, wondering if it should ring any bells — but there was nothing... No memory, no feeling, no recognition, no nothing. It was as if a faceless, empty void was talking to you.

He watched your lips press together, forming a thin line and heard the resigned sigh that escaped you.

“I've told you: I’ll tell you if I remember something.”

The corners of his mouth twitched with a weak attempt at a smile.

“Right. Okay.”

Simon stayed still for what felt like an eternity, his weariness apparent as he stared at your face. He had been doing this for two weeks – visiting every day – and yet nothing changed.

A long quiet stretched between the two of you. He slouched in his seat, exhausted and angry. Days had passed since you emerged from the coma—and yet, you still couldn’t remember a thing.

“This must get dull,” he said after a moment. “Me coming here like this every day, asking the same questions over and over.”

You looked at him sadly, your hands fidgeting in your lap. His gaze was intense as he spoke, his words soft and full of longing.

“We met in Moscow on a cold winter evening. I remember it like it was yesterday. You had just come out of the Bolshoi Theatre; you were undercover as a baroness.”

Simon took your hand; the touch was warm and reassuring against your own, no matter how cold and distant you were towards him. He peeled back your sleeve to reveal the scar running down the length of your arm. “You got this wound that night, right here. You were caught in a crossfire.”

He waited for an answer, but all you could do was shake your head in sorrow.

With a disappointed sigh, you murmured, “No...I don’t remember.”

He spoke softly but sternly like he was disciplining a child. “Sweetheart,” he said slowly. His voice held just the right amount of disappointment and hint of authority — something you had become accustomed to over the past few weeks.

His words made your face instantly stern; your eyebrows knit together in a frown, and your nostrils flared.

“I told you, I don’t remember!” you barked at him. A strange combination of rage and grief welled up in your chest and spilt over into your voice as you shouted out the following words, “What am I supposed to do? I’m trying here!”

Your skin was flushed with emotion.

He exhaled slowly, leaning back in his chair. The more he tried to explain himself, the angrier you became.

“I’m sorry...” he murmured. “I just want you to remember what we had,” he spoke softly, “all those moments we shared. I know you’re doing your best...but it’s hard for both of us. Please, let me help.”

There was a faint look of hurt but also resignation in Simon’s eyes.

“You come here every day, asking me to remember, and it doesn’t help!” you said, your voice full of frustration and anger. “Do you think I like this? Do you think I like having forgotten years of my life?”

Your whole body was rigid with stress and tension. You were tired of the constant questioning as if you could simply choose to remember by the snap of a finger.

Simon flinched, the sharp rebuke a painful reminder that he can’t control the situation, and he can’t fix what he can’t understand.

You glared at each other, icy daggers slicing through the air. Your fury was palpable, and his sorrow so heavy it weighed on his shoulders like an invisible cloak. The air between you sizzled with tension, and both were waiting for the inevitable explosion that was about to come.

But then Simon took a deep breath. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

You were a stranger to yourself. A stranger to your fiancé, your life, everything you once knew.

You used to look at him the way he would look at you, with pure and limitless love. But in that moment, you saw only fear and confusion in yourself. You looked at him and saw a stranger, a man you once loved but could not recognize.

He uttered your name in a whisper, almost afraid of what you would say. He reached out his hand, but as soon as his fingers grazed your arm, he felt you tense and recoil away. You had the same eyes as before, but it was like looking through a window into someone else’s life. Your eyes were wide with fear, your expression blank and unreadable—the only emotion present was anxiety. You grasped the sheets tightly, your knuckles turning white as you held onto them for dear life. He could sense that you were about to yell at him in frustration again.

The door opened, and a petite nurse in her forties stepped inside, alarmed by all the fuss. Her gaze was stern and commanding as she surveyed the room and all its medical equipment. As she drew near the bedside, her gaze softened. She placed one hand on your forehead in a soothing gesture. “Calm down, dear. You mustn’t upset yourself now,” she murmured. Then she turned to Simon, her gaze hardening once more. “Visiting time is over for you. It’s time to go now.”

” Just-,” he protested, trying to think of something to say that might convince the nurse to let him stay for a little while longer.

The nurse’s face was a mask of stern disapproval as she glared at him. Carefully consulting the chart, she stated in a tone that indicated this would not be questioned: “It is imperative for her health that she remain at rest and undisturbed.”

He reluctantly stood up, feeling as though he had been dismissed like an unwanted schoolboy sent home for misbehaving. He wanted to stay, to be there for you in whatever capacity he could, but he knew he had no choice but to obey the nurse’s command.

You looked away, your cheeks burning with shame. You felt the weight of your mistake as you tried to make sense of the situation.

He stayed still and silent for a moment before his lips brushed your forehead. “It’s okay,” he whispered, the warmth from his breath sending a chill down your spine. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”

He walks out slowly, his head down and his shoulders heavy. His thoughts were consumed with apologies he could never voice.

As Simon’s footsteps faded away, you were surrounded by an oppressive silence. The beeping of the heart monitor seemed to get louder and louder. You wondered what time it was, how long until you could run from the room and the nurse, the needles and artificial lights and their cold. Your eyes darted around the cold, sterile room, taking in the harsh glare of fluorescent lighting and the unyielding machines with their wires and tubes that seemed to take up most of the space.

The muscles in your neck and shoulders tightened with anger as you realized how quickly your temper had gotten away from you, pushing away the one person who wanted to help you regain your memories. But it soon subsided, leaving you with nothing but a profound feeling of emptiness and helplessness. You let out a shaky breath, hating how small and powerless you felt.

“I wish I remembered,” you whispered.

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demitsorou · 4 months

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first actual art of 2024, my hubby's and mine owlsonas

His is a great grey owl + pallas cat griffin, mine is a weirdo creatura vaguely related to tawny and barn owls.

#demi-sona-art #demitsorou-art #furry #fursona #owl #owlsona #pallas cat #great grey owl #tawny owl #barn owl

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bowandcurtsey · 2 years

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When y/n tells them she's pregnant (haikyuu)

Happiest birthday to the hubby, Kuroo Tetsuro ♡￫ܫ￩♡ I'm keeping up with last year's tradition of writing a fic on his birthday <3

The my followers that have requested for the 1700 event, I'm working on them! although at a slower pace, since I've been busy IRL. And also because AU fics take longer to write heh!

Also, thank you for 1800 (o´ω`o)ﾉ♡

Kuroo | Bokuto | Sakusa | Ukai x f! reader tw: pregnancy

Kuroo Tetsuro

He was really really busy and had a few business trips so when you finally got to tell him, you were already into your pregnancy like 14 weeks.

He looked at you wide eyed with his mouth agape. And mind you, he still looked so handsome like that.

"baby, I-.." he trailed off and his body started to move towards you, instinctively or by his own will, you had no idea. but it was pretty funny to watch.

He was filled with so much emotions at the same time: firstly, his wife was already so many weeks pregnant and he only knew about it now, he already missed the first trimester with you and he feels so so so bad that he wasn't there for you.

Secondly, he was just so elated the love of his life, the woman of his dreams was carrying his child. you were pregnant. because of him and for him and the baby belongs to him and you belong to him.. He was just so happy.

And lastly, the idea of him being a dad.. He was excited yet a little scared at the same time. He thought about doing so many things with his baby. teaching him / her to ride a bike, to fly a kite and even to play volleyball. And he thought about having to care for and protect something for the rest of his life... would he be able to do it...?

"Tetsu," the sound of your voice made him focus on you, "we'll be okay."

You looked absolutely beautiful. He wrapped his arms around you. Carefully and gently, afraid of hurting you. "I love you so much, wifey. Thank you and I promise to love and protect the both of you forever."

He peppered your face in kisses, "we need to head out to buy baby stuffs soon, and we'll also need to register him or her in baby school.. Oh and we need to get a nanny..."

"Tetsu... calm down!"

Bokuto Koutaro

"huh?" was what he said.

"I'm pregnant, Kou."

"WHAT?!" he suddenly stood up and knocked down the chair he was sitting in. Thank god you decided to tell him at home or he'll make a ruckus outside. "HOW?"

He was a little out of his senses, and you had to give him the raised eyebrow. "What do you mean how?"

"I MEAN OH MY GOD BABY HOW BIG IS THE BABY?!"

"Kou, calm down!" you really had to tell him to stop and take a deep breath before telling him that you were only 8 weeks pregnant and that he needs to stop making a fuss.

And when he finally came to the realisation that you were going to be parents, he was over the moon. His grin was so huge, his lips was almost going to reach either side of his ears.

He wrapped you in a huge tight hug, "oh my god baby, I'm going to be a dad and you're gonna be a mom and we're going to raise a baby owl of our own!!"

"I'll teach him or her how to play volleyball! I'll go buy a soft volleyball tomorrow!"

"kou. it's way too early for that..."

"Why?! I can introduce it to them from your belly and they'll feel it, won't they?"

"I'm not to sure about that kou..."

"OH MY GOD BABY I'M GONNA CALL AKAASHI AND KUROO AND THE TEAM!!"

And off he goes spending an hour calling everyone and telling them the good news.

Sakusa Kiyoomi

He stared at you for so long, you had to wave in front of his face, "hello? anyone there?" you teased him.

He hugged you suddenly, catching you by surprise.

"I love you." he spoke so softly and gently, stroking the back of your head.

He pulled back and held your hands, "we need to think of a name."

"But dear, we don't even know the gender," you giggled, "i'm only 10 weeks in."

"we need to get ready. I'm going to decorate the nursery tomorrow."

"We still have time, let's take things slow, alright?"

"okay, please don't over exert yourself wifey." he stroked the top of your head and then he got up.

"Where are you going, ki?"

"I'm cleaning the house, we can't have you coming into contact with all the germs. It's gonna be dangerous for the baby."

You sighed a little, shaking your head because your husband has never changed since day 1.

"Also, I'm not letting Atsumu and Hinata and Bokuto near you. They are far too noisy for the baby."

You laughed, "would you take it a little more easy, honey?"

"yes I will. But baby please go wash your hands right now, and wear a mask if you need to head out." He then proceeded to take a small hand sanitiser and put it in your purse.

Ukai Keishin

He dropped his cigarette on the ground, picked it up immediately and put the fire out at once. He never smoked around you when you were pregnant.

"fuck," he smiled as he ran his hand through his hair, "we're gonna have a family, huh."

He was bursting with emotions and was smiling like a little kid who got his favourite candy.

He slowly walked over to you after composing himself and pressed a kiss on your lips before pulling you into a hug.

"I love you." he whispered into your hair.

You never saw it but he had tears brimming in the corner of his eyes.

"It's gonna be tough on you, baby..." he put his hand on your belly, gently caressing it, "I'll be here when you need me. Anything at your service."

"Don't you dare be difficult to your mom, or I'll kick your ass when you're out.." he spoke to your belly.

"I think it's too soon for him or her to understand, honey.."

"never too early to discipline them, baby!!" he said matter of factly, "heh. I'm gonna call gramps. he'll be happy to hear this."

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