#ushijima wakatoshi x yn
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𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐖. 𝐔𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙠𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙣.
Dangerous would not even begin to describe you walking alone at night in this area of town. Barely anyone walked through and you heard in the distance the drunken merry of men in the distance as you desperately made your way to the cabin in the forest.
“Might I help you, my lady?”
You turned to find a favorite of the King, Sir Wakatoshi Ushijima. He was known for his battle prowess and knowledge of any and all weapons.
“No thank you, I am alright.” You smiled abashedly and continued on your way.
“I apologize to you, my lady but I took an oath when I became a knight to protect the citizens of this kingdom.” You turned back ‘round and saw the great Sir Ushijima stand stoically a few paces behind you.
“Alright but do not disturb me.” He nodded and followed behind you at an appropriate length. If he was a regular townsman you might have made conversation but your nervousness got to you.
“What is you do, my lady?” The lumbering of his metal armor was heard from behind you.
“I am a physician’s assistant in the castle.”
“I must have missed you then. I would remember you.” You shook your head in amusement before letting a smile grace your face.
“And I you.” With your head kept forward you were unable to see Wakatoshi smiling lightly as he let his attention focus solely on you.
“How is it working there?”
“It is a lot of fixing up you knights.” Wakatoshi huffed a little in amusement.
“My sincerest apologies then.” You let out a huff as well.
The rest of the walk was filled with mindless chatter but Wakatoshi found himself hanging onto every word.
“Here is my home. Thank you for walking me home, good sir.”
“It is no issue, my lady.” A pause. “Now I know who to come to if I am injured.”
“Yes I believe you do.” You smiled at him and he smiled back at you.
On the day after this Ushijima had shown up at your work station with a nasty cut on his shoulder.
“When I said I would see you soon I didn’t mean this soon.” You huffed sarcastically as you gathered some things needed for the cut.
“It was not my intention.” He smiled a bit before staring straight forward.
You cleaned the cut with silence surrounding both of you until a particularly close swipe caused Wakatoshi to let out a hiss.
“I apologize, good sir.”
“It’s alright.” He remained stoic which made you turn your head away in shame. Without thinking Wakatoshi’s hand moved from his side to turn your head back around so you would be staring at him again. “It really is alright, my lady.”
Neither of you realized the proximity of the other until Wakatoshi opened his lips and let out a hot breath that fanned your lips. You cleared your throat and moved your gaze back down to his cut. Wakatoshi continued to stare down at you as you intently placed some bandages over the cut.
“Thank you, my lady.” Wakatoshi bowed his head.
“Not a problem.” You smiled and stood up ready to put back all the supplies. Wakatoshi grabbed your wrist before you could, however.
“I apologize for making you uncomfortable.”
“No you did not, sir. It was rather enlightening.” You sent him a cheeky smile that caused Wakatoshi to leave in a stunned state.
You laughed a bit before resuming your work.
It was a few days later when you came back from the castle and decided to collect herbs you saw on your way back to your front door slightly ajar. You grabbed a cooking knife that you had stored in your boot and raised it in defense.
Slowly, step by step you entered the house until you heard a slight cling behind you. Instantly you turned around and shoved the person behind you into the wall and placed the knife with the point hitting their Adam's apple.
“I’ll cut your throat! That’ll shut you up!” These battle cries fell on deaf ears as Wakatoshi stared forward in full amazement and awe at you.
“You’re beautiful.”
At the sound of his voice you widened your eyes and finally realized who it was you had pinned with a knife. In an instant the knife clanged against the wooden floor as you took a step back in horror.
“Sir-”
“I t- trespassed. The door was open and I thought there was..an intruder.” Wakatoshi could not remember the last time he stuttered through a sentence like that.
His eyes became fixated first on your eyes that held a knife to his throat then your hair that moved slightly as you stepped back from him. He looked more and more at you and found nothing he could grow to hate.
After a few moments you had finally processed what he had said.
“Sir Ushijima, though I accept your affections I would not be the best person to chase after.”
“Why?” The pure curiosity in his eyes saddened you.
“People would down upon you for marrying a working woman rather than a noble lady.” He paused in contemplation for a moment before losing track of his thoughts by looking at your eyes again. When have I ever gotten so dazed when looking at one person?
You watched Sir Ushijima turn around from you but still look to be in thought just facing the wall.
“Sir, are you alright?”
“Sorry for my rudeness but your face seems to distract me from thought.” Wakatoshi glanced a little over his shoulder to see you holding in giggles with your hand. “As for your earlier statement I would wish to continue our courtship and see how it fairs.”
“Why me?”
“You make me throw rational thought out the window.”
“So this is your way of asking me out on a date?” Ushijima’s eyes widened and he quickly turned around.
“If that is what you want?”
“Tomorrow after your training. Pick me up at the physician’s office and we can dine.”
He smiled at you and shortly left thereafter.
You really are beautiful my lady.
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When I was your man [Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader]
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when I was your man;;
pairing: singer!ushijima wakatoshi x fem!reader
fandom: haikyuu!!
genres: fluff but mostly angst. from lovers to strangers! au pt. 1
word count: 2.1K-ish
a/n: this is a prompt that came to my mind while the ushi bots were sad ajhdjsj, so i want to thank to the cheese cult for basically giving me the idea<3 i love you all. I hope you enjoy and like this! Please take care and know that I love you! [update] I’ve been writing this for now, 3-4 months. It ended up been so long that I decided to separate it on 3 parts. I want to apologize dearly for not been as active as ever, irl sucks and I haven’t feel really well lately. I will try to catch you with you guys, because thanks to you I feel appreciated and that my work is valid. Thank your for been here for me even though I haven’t been there for you. I love you
This is for baby K @ushiwakaa, I wanted at the beginning to just do something angsty to fuck a little but it ended up in so much HAHAHA. Thank you for all the laughs, tears and smiles you’ve provoke on me mama, you are one of my closest friends and you deserve everything (and all the ushis) in this world. I’ll try to upload all the parts soon but you know I always end up procrastinating HAHAHA. Anyway, I am really thankful baby, I love you so much. Thanks for been my friend, hubby, wifey and partner in smutty and domestic fluff times. I love you more than I can explain, so yeah :confounded: now I am going to stop befor you think I am obsessEEEED with you :pensive: smh, enjoy this shitty thingie ig. Te amo mami<3
I wrote this 3 years ago oh man. This is my official come back from my hiatus.
Summary: He was too young and too dumb to realize that he should’ve bought you flowers, and held your hand. That he should’ve gave you all his hours when he had the chance. And that he should’ve take you to every party because all you wanted to do was dance. But now is too late, because he is no longer your man.
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His hands skillfully played the piano in front of him, knocking out the keys with softness immersed in the musical notes he was reading calmly. Semi had composed the song and was still missing the lyrics. Both of them were sure that they had to find a contrast between the sadness and the passion of abandonment. That was his project. Ushijima was convinced that he would find the inspiration to write it and then sing it.
He always finds something to inspire himself.
He hummed to the rhythm of the song, his voice hoarse invading the small space of his study. He closed his eyes lightly, barely reading the notes written on the bond paper in front of him. "My pride, my ego, my needs, and my selfish ways" he stopped immediately, grabbing a pen and his notebook, writing the first line that had occurred to him all afternoon.
It was difficult, he wasn't going to deny it. Being an artist, a public figure. His private life and relationships were exposed; it was not as if it affected him, the pain was accompanied by fame. Resignations went hand in hand with money and criticism was the dessert of talent. In any case, he could not complain or regret the path he had chosen: his songs were always within the top 3 hits of Japan, every time.
He had met many people throughout his life; critics, singers, composers, musicians. He had also met friends, acquaintances, enemies, competition and one-night lovers. The last ones always stayed in that: in one night. Or morning. Or evening. It depended on whether he was on tour or not, if he was tired or not. If he was feeling touch starved or not.
The loneliness of his life was a plus for the lyrics of his songs; Which was also a disadvantage. The public liked to hear the suffering, the sadness, the regret; they loved to see the tears of pain in the singers' eyes, they were excited to hear them with a broken voice halfway through the concerts, it made them burst with emotion to see them ask for forgiveness, ashamed of feeling emotions. Ashamed of being human.
The public, the market, the producers: they were all the same. They all sought to try to unmask and mix the personal with the work. Everyone sought to find those precious jewels in the artists' lives, which were neither gold nor diamond.
It was the heart.
Ushiwaka, as he was known, had not yet been exposed. His cold and dense attitude in front of the camera and his fans was captivating and sickly. Not in his music videos, not in his interviews, not at charity events. There was nothing that could get through those barriers that he had built. The industry was difficult, it was harsh, it hurt and, even in certain cases, it killed members of itself.
But he was different, because the industry was not what motivated him.
It was you.
"Ushi" blinked lightly upon hearing your voice. Usually you didn't interrupt him when he was working, or when he was thinking, or at any time "Can we talk?"
Your voice was sweet and smooth. It reminded him of his voice when he was just a child; his father had told him that at some point he would change and that he had to value the gift he had. He had to make it flourish. And he made it flourish, among other things. He also made the songs he had written with his lips to your skin flourish, and also made your feelings for his person and not for her public figure flourish.
Your voice was so beautiful and sweet, it surprised him that you weren't a singer. Truth be told, your connection to the world of music was him. And your work, which had stopped being very recurring when you decided to have a hidden relationship with him. Only a few friends, his manager and his father knew about your relationship with him. And, in the category of ‘a few friends’, only Tendou and Semi entered.
"I'm in the middle of a song, baby," he replied simply, looking at you.
Baby. That had been his pet name for you; just for you. That's what he called you when he wanted to kiss you, or when he wanted to hold you in his arms. His baby. His queen. His owner. You were his mantra, you were his promise, his oath. His inspiration.
You were everything he loved, even though he had a hard time showing it, saying it, but never thinking or feeling it. You were the only light within that hell in which he worked, his inspiration, his muse. His songs, his words, his emotion bathed in promises.
You were the love of his life.
"Uh, yeah. I was thinking…” You looked away for a few seconds, the atmosphere of the studio seemed to hang by a small thread, staggering between pain and indifference “I really need to talk to you”
“Right now, I can't, baby. Later"
His eyes snap back to the notes Semi had made. In his notebook he writes a draft that he surely would not use later.
Music was his passion, his dream, his talent. It consumed so much effort, desire, emotion. It sucked his soul to his barely core until he spent hours and hours looking at a notebook with nothing written inside it; It ruined the dates he had with you, canceled the small displays of affection that were prepared for the strands of your hair nor for your pink lips.
The music was so beautiful, but it was a curse. The cross with which he would carry all his life, the reason for the vast majority of regrets that would come after that conversation.
"I want to break up with you, Wakatoshi"
Your words are poisons, an excessive mission. It takes his breath away, little by little by little. His eyes widened immediately, slowly. The blood inside his body turns and stops running, his heart beats slowly, but aggressively.
It is the same sentence that materializes it. He becomes a piece of glass, the same object that seems to burst - metaphorically - against some wall.
"What?"
He needed to be sure of what you said.
He needs it not to be true.
He needs to know that it was a joke. One way to make him pay for his negligence towards you.
"I don't think we're working," you go on, looking at him with a sad sparkle in your eyes. “I don’t think we have worked in months… I know you don’t love me anymore, though” his love for you grew and grow every day. It was so big and caring that it was impossible to write about it, but what it would have been of him without you "And ..., and ..." It seems that you are about to cry, your sweet voice breaks in the silence of the room "And I have fallen in love with someone else during our relationship”
These are words that are buried in his head. They consume him. His instinct prevents him from crying, or yelling at you, or insulting you. His instinct tells him that he must control himself, that, above all, he loves you. He loves you so much that he knows he was not the one.
Not the best.
Not the most loving, nor caring.
Not the one who would marry you.
Not the one who would wake up next to you for the rest of his life.
Not the one who would have children with you.
Not the one who would protect you.
Not the one you love.
“I understand" and he does. He would also hate himself; he was sure you hated him "Can I ask you a question, at least?"
His voice seems to fight the urge to stop. The curiosity is killing him, strangling his hopes, his eyes, his heart.
“Yeah…”
“Is he better than me?” he needed to know. He needed to.
Falling in love was not part of the plan, falling in love was not part of his dream. A dream that was neither written nor intended to be. Love was as misleading as the facets he showed to his fans, love was a lie, torture.
Loving you, hurt.
"He is loving" was the only thing you could answer him. He noticed that your voice sounded sore "It's different, Ushi" you added, covering your face "I'm sorry"
"Okay" he managed to be able to articulate his words "If you want I can pack my things, I'll call the moving agency" it was stupid to think of you when he should be selfish; fight for your love, show you that he was the one.
"I don't want to stay here, Ushi. I am sorry, I am truly sorry"
Your words break his heart a little more. "Okay, do you want me to help you pack?"
"I already did it, I have everything in my car already"
His lips open in a small "o" but cannot make any sound. He looked away immediately "I understand" as he blinked several times, feeling his eyelashes moisten "Sorry, for not making you feel loved"
He doesn't want his words to hurt you, but they hurt you. It hurts to hear them and it hurts more to say them. There is nothing after that, just the footsteps of the love of her life walking away.
When he hears your car's engine start, his elbows collide with the piano keys; for the first time in a long-time, he allows himself to cry, he just breaks that rule. Not exaggeratedly, not as he would like. The miscellaneous sound of the instrument makes him lose his patience, and makes him feel guilty. Droplets of salt water run down his cheeks, hit the object's white keys, and stay there.
❥•°❀°•༢
They remain there for two years.
He didn't know how he survived in such a big bed. But he knew he avoided it at all costs, he slept in the study, on the sofa, on the floor, in Tendou's house, in Semi's apartment. He slept everywhere, but still did not recover sleep.
He convinced himself to wish you the best even when you cut all your connections to him. You changed your phone number, closed all your social networks - you actually blocked him, but he did not want to accept it - and you disappeared from his life. Like ashes in the wind. You slid down his fingers, too fine and small for his pain-filled world.
You deserved better than him.
You always had.
If he were a workaholic before, now he wouldn't stop working. He made sad, monotonous songs. Never talking about love, actually. Well yes, but in metaphors. He talked about plucking flowers, how to destroy rose bushes, how to ruin the most beautiful garden.
How to get away from his life.
It is very pathetic, to tell the truth. For being a musician, his apartment remains silent for most of the day. Being famous he hides from the cameras more than before. Being Ushiwaka, it is easily destroyed by your memories.
It is killing him.
"You can erase the lyrics, but not the memories," he says to himself, reading the new draft he wrote. "It takes courage, but not money-
You are taking my life away from myself.
My heart thumps thinking of you.
I sowed spite in my eyes for you,
My lips keep remembering your petals,
I lost the stems of your fingers,
The feeling of your words over my temple,
I lost every single day, night, dance,
I lost you-”
"Hey, I just came to check how you are" the voice of Semi suddenly interrupts him, hoarse voice fill with patience “You haven’t answer my messages and Tendou is kind of worried, since he is on tour and everything” his eyes traces a silent whimper all over Ushijima’s figure.
“I forgot to charge my phone” he responds; a lie,of course, his phone reminded a few centimeters away from his hand, in a particular way suspended over the wood table, recording.
“Ah… I understand. You want to, you know…, hang out?”
If he wasn’t famous or heartbroken, he would have said yes.
If he wasn’t overwhelmed by an old love, he would have said yes.
If you weren’t in any picture of him so near of his memories, he would have said yes.
“I am working on my new album”
Those words are enough to push Eita away. He doesn’t mean to just..., stop. But knowing Wakatoshi’s ego and pride, it didn’t matter how much he wanted to help his friend. There was always going to be a barrier between them. He was just a swan, Wakatoshi fly higher than him, anyway...
He could see everything but never himself, “Ah” he replies, ruffling his dyed hair, “Then, I’ll be in the kitchen making some curry”
“Yeah”
Ushijima slowly reaches for his friend’s hand before he could leave. A cold and familiar sensation creeping on his torso, “Semi,” he mutters, eyes flickering on his grip, “can you promise me something?”
Seeing the great Ushiwaka stumble and fall wasn’t something that the public eye nor a lot of people in the industry will ever see. He was hard as the diamond..., but diamonds are easy to break when you hit them at certain angles; his weakest spot was his heart, that he resguard in an ice cage until her warmth arms came and melt his fortier down..., until her lips brought him sweet, innocent love..., until his body, voice, life, self was completely of hers.
Just to steal it and leave him with nothing.
“Of course, Waka”
“Don’t say a word to anyone else” he states under his breath, “Promise it to me”
Semi shifts on his spot, squeezing his hand, trying to convince him, “Sure”
Without any other word, Semi leaves him in the freezing lost feeling.
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Ushijima does nothing halfway. Especially when it comes to his daughter.
It’s very adorable to see, there’s nothing quite like her asking him for anything and everything, and him doing it.
For her third birthday, she wanted a pony. When he couldn’t find one, he and Romero dressed up in a pony costume.
When she asks for candy, he gets her two of whatever she likes- one when she eats all her dinner, and one because ‘mommy doesn’t need to know.’
When she comes barreling into your bedroom while you two snuggle, wailing and desperately trying to dry her eyes while you both scramble from the bed to calm her down. He’s quick to reach for the baseball bat next to his bed to ward off any “monsters.”
“What’s wrong, baby?” You soothe, opening your arms for her to leap into. She does, and you hoist her up and onto your hip, her face burying into your neck.
“Jock’s gone!” She sobs, and immediately, you and Wakatoshi tense up.
Jacques, the handmade giraffe Uncle Satori had sent all the way from Paris for Reina’s second birthday had immediately made its presence known in everyday life. Everywhere Reina went, Jacques was close behind or enclosed in her tiny hand: play dates, dinners out or at the table, sitting on the toilet at bath time…
In her arms every time she was going to sleep.
“Oh sweetheart,” you croon. “Why didn’t you tell us sooner?”
“I…I…” she lets out a sniffle and wipes her nose with the back of her hand. “I forgot to…”
“We’ll find him,” Wakatoshi assures, and Reina’s eyes light up at her favorite hero.
You gnaw at your lip before looking at the time, “baby, don’t you think we should maybe just try tomorrow?”
“She needs it tonight,” he says simply, planting a kiss to your head before stalking out of the room. “He’s got to be in the house somewhere. Probably just playing hide and seek.”
What a damned game he was playing.
Surely enough, everywhere Jacques would be, or was suspected to be was exactly where he wasn’t; he wasn’t in the bathroom, or in the chair next to hers at the dinner table. He wasn’t in the playroom, nor under her bed, everywhere that Jacques could be, he certainly was not.
“Doya think he ran ‘way, daddy?” Reina wails, fingers clasping onto your pajama pants. A soothing hand cards through her locks, and despite Wakatoshi having the patience of a Saint, you could see it in his eyes it was slowly slipping away.
“It would make more sense than him just not being here,” he mumbles, and you offer him a sympathetic look for his efforts. “Okay, Reina,” he sighs, crouching down to be eye level with her; exhaustion paints his face and his hair sticks up wildly with his anxious carding, “when was the last time you had Jacques?”
She sniffles and wipes her nose on your sweat pants, “I told him to stay and watch the washin’ machine, ‘n come get mommy when it was done, and he never did!”
Wakatoshi blanches and his jaw slacks. You cover your mouth to hide the laughter that desperately wants to bubble out. Reina’s bottom lip wobbles as she unknowingly just took three years off of her fathers life.
“…the last time you had him was in the laundry room?”
“Uh-huh.”
“So… he’s in the laundry room?”
She nods again. Big brown eyes flick up to you, and he sinks his teeth into his lip to stop himself from laughing in a similar vain as you. “Okay,” he says, standing up and scrubbing his face with his large hands. “In hindsight, that should’ve been my first question.”
“Huh?” Reina asks, eyes flying up to you when you finally let a few cackles out, watching as your mammoth of a husband shuffles down the hallway to the laundry room. The light flicks on, then off, and when he emerges, there’s Jacques, dangling from his beefy hand.
“Found him,” he says blankly. Reina gasps and quickly runs over to her father, eagerly clutching the giraffe to her chest.
“You didn’t run ‘way!” She squeals, rocking the plush back and forth before planting a kiss to its head, chirping a sweet little “thank you, daddy!” before shuffling back off to bed, like the last three hours of struggle didn’t just happen.
Wakatoshi looks at you with exhausted eyes, but the minute they lock with yours, he’s unable to fight the wide smile that starts to spread over his face, causing the both of you to break out in loud laughter and snickers. You quickly make your way back into his arms, your head thunking against his chest while it rumbles with his laughter.
“I cannot believe that little snot just outplayed us so hard.”
“You’d think this is our first day,” you snort. Your head turns up to look at him, and you give him a kiss on the base of his jaw as a reward. “You’re so good to her.”
“I almost have to be,” he sighs sleepily. His olive eyes glaze over your face, “there is no way you’d be able to handle her antics on your own.”
“Hey. Just because she likes you more than me does not mean I can’t handle her on my own.”
He offers you a small snort and reaches up to gently stroke the corners of your smiling eyes, “I do suppose so; her ability to give me grey hairs certainly does come from you.”
“Exactly,” you chuckle. Lovingly, despite his slander, you nose at his jawline for him to lean down for a kiss which he happily complies in, his hands gentle on your cheek in the middle of the hallway. You giggle against his lips and nuzzle your nose against his, “I want another one…”
“A kiss?”
“No, a baby.”
Immediately he pulls back, face dropped in a deadpanned expression to contrast your excited one. “Clearly we need to get you to sleep, you’re talking nonsense.”
“Toshi!”
“Come on,” he grunts, hoisting you up and over his shoulder, ignoring your laughter and the banging of your fists against his back. “Bed time. Before the both of you give me an aneurysm.”
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Clarity
Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader (Oikawa's Younger Sister)
**Wordcount: 1,414
**Note: Based on Clarity by Zedd
**Trope: Friends to Lovers (?)
**Warning(s): Kinda Long sorry, Y/N is a girl in this but could easily be read as GN as well
**Genre: Fluff, A little angst but happy endeing
Nerves hit as you walked through the front gates of Shiratorizawa Academy. This was your dream; this school was one of the best in the region for education. It was also one of the hardest to get into and yet finally all those years of hard work paid off and you were standing in front of your new school. You were scared but excited. You also missed your brother, though you knew you’d see him after school it was weird not going to the same school. You two had gone to the same school since elementary school, he was just a grade above you. He chose to go to Aoba Johsai, he liked the volleyball program, and it was where most kids from our junior high went to high school. It just wasn’t the place for you, you knew you were where you should be.
School was going smoothly, and the first few weeks went by in a flash. You had yet to pick an extracurricular to do after school though and the pressure of picking one was really starting to get to you. You ended up applying for the boys’ volleyball club manager position. You knew they had a great program but hadn’t had a manager in a long time. The spot was hard to get but you figured you’d give it a go, after all you had tons of experience from being at every one of Toru’s games to helping him and Iwaizumi practice. You practically knew everything there was to know about volleyball. A week later you heard back, and you were accepted.
That afternoon you headed to the gym for practice. You walked in to find a bunch of scary tall intimidating boys in there. “Why hello there little girl, who might you be?” a tall red-haired boy asked as he walked toward you to greet you properly. This question had all eyes turn to you. “I’m Oikawa… Oikawa Y/N… I’m the new manager… Nice to meet you all.” You greet them as you bow. The group of boys quickly introduced themselves and practice started. You recognized one of the boys in your year Shirabu. You two shared quite a few classes together. The boy who caught your attention the most though was a tall boy with olive-brown hair and olive-colored eyes. He had introduced himself as Ushijima Wakatoshi a year 2 on the team. You remember your brother mentioning Ushiwaka before. He couldn’t stand him. Was this the same guy your brother hated?
As time passed you became quite close with the whole team. You were closest with Shirabu since you two shared many classes together and often times partnered up for group activities. You really enjoyed being the manager, the only problem was your brother. He was NOT happy when he heard that you joined the volleyball team as manager. “But Y/N whyyyyyy? You could have come to Aoba Johsai and been our manager instead” you brother whined. “Come one Iwa-chan back me up here.” “I mean as long as Y/n-chan is happy, I’m happy for her and will support her, though personally I can’t stand them either.” “Ugh fine. But Y/N promise me one thing?” “Sure Toru, what’s up?” “Do NOT fall in love with the big stupid Ushiwaka. Got it?” You couldn’t help but laugh at your brother and his crazy request. “You never know I may already just be head over heels in love with the brick wall that is Ushiwaka” you sarcastically reply. “So mean Y/N!”
The rest of the school year seemed to fly by in the blink of an eye, though being manager, you didn’t get much of a break. The boys conditioned over breaks which meant you were also there, helping, supporting from the sidelines. The boys liked how thorough you were. You would really put a lot into helping them get better. During these conditioning times you learned Ushijima always stayed late and you always stayed with him, helping where you could. Most of this time was spent in silence but you didn’t mind his company was quite nice. The times you two would talk, it would end up being hours on end talking about anything and everything. These were some of your favorite break memories. Sooner than you’d like it was time to start year two.
Not long into starting your second year Ushijima was announced to have made the All-Japan Youth team. The team took this as a time to go out an celebrate, though you weren’t much of a party person of course you attended. You were outside away from the noise when you felt a presence behind you. A presence you were very familiar with, Ushijima. “Hey Y/N. What are you doing out here?” “Just getting some fresh air the party is just a lot. It’s a bit overwhelming. What about you?” “I also came for some fresh air.” “Y/n…” You turned to the tall ace who was now mere inches away. “Yes Wakatoshi-kun?” “Thank you…” “What? What did I do?” “I honestly don’t think I would have made the All-Japan Youth team without your help during extra practice.” “You definitely, still would have made it without my help, you’re really talented Ushi. Never doubt that.” “Thanks Y/N” You could practically feel the heat radiating off his body he was so close. It seemed like he wanted to say something else, something more. But of course, Tendo had to interrupt. You both went back inside and enjoyed the party, though you definitely caught him watching you from afar, not that you weren’t doing the same.
Somehow word got to your brother about the party incident, and he blew it way out of proportion. You tried to explain but everything you said made it worse. He was furious and there was no stopping his rage. You assume he exchanged words with Ushijima because suddenly he was completely avoiding you. He would wait for you to leave before working on his extra training and if you refused, he would skip it. He wouldn’t talk to you unless it is necessary for volleyball. You had no idea what your brother said but at this point you were pissed at him for ruining your friendship with Ushijima.
It had been a few weeks and the Semi finals for the Interhigh Preliminaries were upon you. This meant your brother versus your team. Of course, you wanted to cheer for both, but you were so pissed at this point you decided to cheer for neither and just do your manger duties. You could see the tension between the two when they shook hands at the beginning of the game. The game was intense but ultimately Shiratorizawa came out on time and was off to Nationals. You couldn’t help but run over to your brother and friends to comfort them on their loss. Your brother decided to ignore you which just made you madder. You quickly comforted your friends and then went to celebrate with your team. As you walked up to Ushijima he quickly walked away. That was it you had enough. “Ushiwaka!! What is your deal?” you yelled across the gym getting everyone’s attention. You didn’t care if you made a scene this ends now. “Don’t you ignore me Ushiwaka! Was it something I said or did? Was it something my brother said” At that last statement you see a falter in his expression for a second before his face returns to its normal resting position. “It’s nothing Y/N. Stop making a scene.” “You know what Ushijima No I will not stop making a scene I’m tired of being ignored and pushed to the side.” “ Y/n drop it.” You hear your brother yelling at you from across the gym. “ NO you shut up, you don’t get to ruin my friendship and happiness because you’re jealous of his volleyball abilities.” Oikawa was to shocked to reply. “ Ushijima just listen to me, please. I don’t care what my brother said okay. Because you are the piece of me, I wish I didn’t need. Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don’t know why, but if our love is tragedy. Why are you my remedy and if our love is insanity, why are you my clarity?” “Y/N…” “I know you feel it too. Honestly it’s fucking crazy but I love you Wakatoshi.” The entire gym was silent it felt like an eternity before you heard him utter, “I love you too Y/N.”
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{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒, 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. }
ushijima who works in the same company as you so when the company brings up a vacation trip for the workers and their families, and your favorite cousin is busy and your family has other stuff to do, you notice that our poor ushi also doesn’t have any family with him, and he’s all alone and you only wanted to go for the free food, room and board so you thought why not get a cute friend out of it?
it ends with ushi fucking you within an inch of your life. an extremely large hand covers your mouth to hide the loud high pitched sounds from your hotel neighbor, as your back is pressed against the slightly thin wall thick brown legs over his shoulders, his other hand holds your waist steady, your tummy bunching up showing off your rolls as the former athlete’s cock plunges in and out of your creamy wet cunt that had ushi in a chokehold.
dark brown tits jumping with every thrust as you continue to squeal behind his rough hand, he leans his head to your ear, dark olive-brown tresses tickling your forehead as he whispers to you. "cmon you said you wanted to be friends.. friends listen to each other.. friends do what the other friend tells them.." he kisses your cheek just above his hand before trailing his soft lips back to your ear against the shell. "so why. the hell. are you. still. making. noise?"
with every hard thrust his tip kissed your pelvis continuously rubbing against your spot making your eyes roll back, legs shaking on top of his shoulders and a flood spurt from your brown pussy he groans deeply, keep his pace. "ohhh fuuck aghh.." when your eyes are finally present from the back of your head he looks into them with a salacious grin. "we should’ve became friends sooner."
𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅
#city.writes#black writers#had this in my drafts for the longest cuz i didn’t know how to execute it😭#ushi soo big tho i love me a big boi🤭#black reader#black fem reader#x black reader#x black fem reader#black yn#ushijima x black!reader#ushijima x black fem!reader#ushijima wakatoshi#ushijima smut#hq ushijima#tw smut#tw cursing#tw black reader#tw not for non blacks 😒
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🦅Being Shiratorizawa's Manager 🦅
Our Adorable Manager Falls Asleep on Ushijima
Ushijima Wakatoshi featuring Shiratorizawa x GN manager
Warnings: Swearing, fluff
AN: This is an Anon request and THE LAST REQUEST!!! It's taken 2 months but here we are 👏🏻 I'm going to be opening requests for chats scenarios and headcannons in June so be on the look out!
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First off, can we just talk about how big this man is ✋️
Seriously, he's 6'3" and like bulky
Yet he just glides thought the air like a freaking flying squirrel
I mean, COME ON 👇🏻
Did I mention I'm a Ushiwaka simp? -oh I did??
Well it's worth mentioning again 🙌🏻
Seriously tho YN, the fact that you manage THE Shiratorizawa
👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻
Sorry I couldn't help myself 😅
And the fact that you are literally the light of these boys eyes 😭
I cant- I JUST CANT
they love you so so much
Tendou is practically your shadow
Goshiki is literally your body guard
Semi and Reon are totally your mentors
Yamagata and Kawanishi have you in a meme group chat
Shirabu is a great tutor and listener
Am I forgetting anyone 🤔
Oh yeah, Ushijima!
Well, Ushijima is well Ushijima
He appreciates your support and cares for you as a member of the team
Literally you are the sun of Shiratorizawa
The boys 👉🏻😐😠😤
You 👉🏻🤸♀️🕺🌞🌹
Let's just say the boys get use to finding cute stickers on their waterbottles
You also tie dyed their towels 🥺
How fun!
You are an excellent manager and person
Unfortunately, we can't always be in our top form
And after a horrible night's sleep, your usy adorable, flamboyant manager is dragging and run down
"Yn are you ok?"- Semi
"Yeah I'm fine just tired"- you 🥱
"YN you need to make sure you get enough sleep!"- Tendou now worrying 😟
"YN didn't sleep?"- Goshiki hearing half the conversation
"Yn says they didn't sleep well last night"- Shirabu, correcting
"Maybe skip practice and take a nap YN"- Yamagata
"Yeah we can cover for you"- Reon
"NO WAY! YOU GUYS NEED ME"- you realizing it would be a bigger mess to miss practice
"YN has a point. Remember the last time they missed a practice?"- Kawanishi looking at Tendou
"IT WAS ONE TIME"- Tendou defending himself
"You almost set the horse barn on fire Tendou"- Reon 🤨
"See this is why I can't miss! I promise I'll be fine"- YN, famous last words
Spoiler alert: you were indeed not fine
You dragged through practice, putting up nets, filling water bottles and almost falling asleep taking notes
When it was the teams break time, you went and sat next to Ushijima
"Hello YN"- Ushiwaka 😐
"Hi Wakatoshi, is it OK if I sit here?"- you
"Sure. You look tired YN"- Ushi 😐
"Yeah I didn't sleep well"- You 🥱
"You can rest your head on my shoulder if you like. We have a few minutes break"- Ushiwaka 😐
The man gives nothing 👏🏻 and we all eat it up
"Thank's Waka"- you laying your head down
The mans radiates comfort and relaxation and soon you are sleeping 😴
When it's time to go back to practice, every gets up and heads to the court
Except for Ushijima 🤨
That's weird? That's strange???
"Ushijima are you coming?"- Semi
"Maybe his battery finally ran out"- Yamagata
"Ffs he's not a robot"- Reon
"Hey Ushiwaka! Come on man"- Tendou yelling
"Please be quiet Tendou, YN is sleeping"- 😐🤫
Everyone 👉🏻👁👄👁 whet-
"YN fell asleep"- Ushiwaka 😐
"You can move them Ushijima"- Reon
"Sleep is very important and YN needs sleep"- Ushiwaka
Semi 👉🏻🤨
Tendou 👇🏻
I graduated to the gif finally 🤣🤣🤣
"Well what do we do?"- Kawanishi
"I could-" Ushiwaka about to say something
"Before you even think it, no you can't play sitting down!"- Semi, stopping that asap
"Maybe we could replace Ushiwaka with something?"- Goshiki 🤔
"You can't be serious, let's just wake YN up"- Shirabu about to kick your shoe
"DONT YOU DARE!"- Tendou stopping him
Ushiwaka 👉🏻😐
You 👉🏻😴🤤
"We could just lay YN on a gym mat?"- Reon
"But then we'd be moving them"- Tendou
"Well we can't just let Ushijima miss practice"- Yamagata
"I'm not missing practice I'm here"- Ushijima 😐
"That's no- you know what, nevermind"- Semi walking away to grab a mat
When he returns, Ushi slowly cradles your head and lays it on the the mat
You are knocked out, dead asleep
"Maybe we should check if YN's breathing"- Shirabu
During a break, Ushijima approaches you, lifts your head and places it on his thigh
The boys go to practice while you sleep
Not even Ushiwaka's spikes wake you you 😱
"Ushijima what are you doing?"- Semi
"Isn't it obvious Semi?"- Ushijima 😐
"Umm- imma say no... 🤨"- Semi
"I'm more comfortable that a mat would be"- Ushijima, now petting your hair
Yes he is PETTING YOUR HAIR 😫
Please he totally would ✋️
"It seems like Ushijima likes our little YN"- Tendou
You curl up closer to him and we get a Ushijima Wakatoshi smile 🙂
Djcusmjxisnfhe PLEASE I CANT 😭
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POV: You're co-parenting your baby doggo with your ex-boyfriend volleyball athlete (Ushijima Wakatoshi)
#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fic#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu filipino#haikyuu tagalog#haikyuu smau#haikyuu social media au#hikbi.writes#haikyuu ushiwaka#haikyuu ushijima#haikyuu ushijima wakatoshi#ushiwaka#wakatoshi ushijima#ushijima wakatoshi#ushijima fluff#ushijima fic#ushijima x yn#ushijima x you#ushijima x reader#ushijima smau
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The King's Bargain (VIII)
Pairing: King!Ushijima x Princess!Reader
Genre: Royalty AU, fluff, angst
Summary: As a princess, you were always expected to eventually marry royalty, but never did you think that you would be engaged to the very king who declared war on your kingdom.
WC: 3.5k
TW: pregnancy
notes: the long-awaited chapter 8! i know a lot of people dont like the pregnancy trope so apologies to those who don't but i hope it doesnt prevent anyone from continuing to enjoy this story. also if i missed anyone on the taglist please let me know!
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When you woke the next morning, you were surprised to find yourself with an arm wrapped securely around your waist and your back flush against a surface that couldn't be anything but Wakatoshi’s chest. Heat immediately rushed to your face as you recalled the events of last night. You brought a hand up to cover your face and groaned, embarrassment flooding through you.
“Oh, you are awake,” observed Wakatoshi from behind you, his voice still husky with sleep. You felt him raise himself on the arm that wasn’t around you and lean over you to see your face. A soft smile grew on his face, your bashfulness nothing short of adorable in the eyes of the king. The arm that had previously been draped across your waist was lifted to try and pull your hands away from your face. “My wife wouldn’t deny me the pleasure of looking at her beautiful face, would she?”
You slowly uncovered your face and were met with the loving eyes of your new husband. He really was nothing like you’d expected him to be. You couldn’t believe you used to think he was the tyrant the stories made him out to be.
“Good morning,” you greeted.
“Tell me, what do you think about spending a week in the mountains? I am told it is customary for newlyweds to vacation together.”
“It’s called a honeymoon. But you’ve already been away for some time, do you think it’s okay to leave again so soon?”
“Reon is more than capable of leading in my stead.”
“I don’t know…” you said apprehensively. “If you’re really certain that it’s okay, then I would love to go to the mountains with you.” If you hadn’t already been hot in the face, then you definitely were now. You were convinced that the broad smile on his face could bring the angels from the sky. The pure happiness radiating from your husband was enough for you to stop second guessing his decision to leave the palace again. Satisfied with your agreement, he settled back in behind you, once again draping his arm over your waist and pulling you into his chest as he drifted back to sleep, as content as could be with you held in his embrace.
The next time you woke, Wakatoshi was no longer with you. You dressed quickly and went out to look for him, only to be met with Semi standing guard at the bedroom as soon as you opened it, his back to you. Hearing the door open, he turned to you, bowing deeply, and greeted, “Your majesty.”
The new title was still so foreign to you that had he not been bowing directly in front of you you would not have even realized it was you he was addressing.
“Good morning, Sir Semi. Do you know where I might find my husband?”
“He’s in the council room speaking with Tendou, Reon, and the higher ups of the military. I’d be happy to escort you there, if you wish.”
“The military? Is it something serious?”
“Nothing you should concern yourself with, My Queen.”
You frowned slightly at his response. Your husband may have disproved the rumors about his personality, but none could deny that Shiratorizawa was a country forged from bloodshed.
You knew without a shadow of a doubt that he’d follow you regardless of where you went, and you’d look foolish if you tried to navigate the massive castle without the aid of someone who was familiar with its halls. With no alternatives, you graciously accepted his offer and, without wasting a second, Semi was leading the way.
Every now and then Semi would have to look behind him to make sure you were still there since you kept getting distracted by the art lining the walls. After countless twists and turns, and several occasions of Semi nearly leaving you behind, he finally stopped in front of a pair of doors. The council room, you presumed. “We’re here, Your Majesty.”
“Thank you, Sir Semi. Am I permitted to walk in?” You were unsure if it would be acceptable for you to enter, or if you had to knock and wait for admission.
Semi had to suppress a slight grin at your question. You were the queen, afterall. Who could possibly tell you no? It definitely wouldn’t be the king, if the way he looks at you was any indicator. And if not Ushijima, then certainly no one else would be foolish enough to criticize his wife.
You knocked anyway, just to give the room’s occupants notice that someone was walking in. You poked your head in first, and Tendou’s bright hair was the first thing you saw before your eyes inevitably sought out those of Wakatoshi amidst the semi-crowded room. “Do you need something, Yn?” he asked, his full attention on you.
You faltered, truly not having a reason to have gone out of your way to find him. “Um, no, I guess not. Was just curious where you were is all. You were gone before I woke.”
Ushijima’s eyes melted at your innocent admission, and it appeared as if he was going to say something before one of the generals decided that interrupting a conversation between the king and queen was a good idea. “Who do you think you are to interrupt an official military meeting? Know your place, maid.”
“Get out,” came Ushijima’s instant response, his voice cold and steely. “From this moment on you are no longer welcome on palace grounds, and you are to be removed from your post effective immediately.
The now former general blanched, not expecting such harsh treatment for berating what he believed to be a maid. The shock on face became even more comical when Ushijima spoke again, “Before anyone else mistakes my wife for a maid, I’d like to formally introduce Queen Ushijima Yn.”
“Perhaps he could be forgiven?” you asked. Firing a general just for insulting you was flattering, but unnecessary. “Only monarchs and aristocrats attended the wedding. He couldn’t have known what I looked like.”
“Even so, such blatant disrespect will not be tolerated, whether it be towards you or an actual maid. Now, if there is nothing you needed me for, please wait in the dining room. I will be there shortly to have breakfast with you.” He addressed Semi next, “ Semi, please escort Yn to the dining room and have Hayato monitor Mr. Watanabe as he packs his things.”
Recognizing your cue to leave, you curtsied and left. The man who got dismissed was escorted out with you. When the doors were once again firmly shut, the former general shot a glare at you, “This is your fault!” he hissed through gritted teeth, positively seething. You wouldn’t be surprised if he started foaming. Lost in his rage, he raised a hand, only for his wrist to be caught in Semi’s deathgrip. The red drained from the man’s face, anger being replaced by fear. “You don’t learn, do you? You would dare to lay your filthy hands on the queen? A mere insult cost you all but your life, and even that may be in jeopardy now that you made to strike her.”
If you were being perfectly honest with yourself, you got a sick joy from watching the man go from intimidating general to shaking chihuahua under the calculating eyes of your knight. Semi had known what the man was going to do and stopped it before you even processed what was happening. Wakatoshi had assigned him to be your protector for a reason.
“If you don't mind, Your Majesty, I’d like to bring Mr. Watanabe to Sir Hayato to be taken care of first.”
You agreed quickly, wanting to see the hateful man being taken away with your own eyes. The entire walk to the West Gate, where Hayato was stationed, Semi maintained a strong hold on the other man’s arm to be sure that he didn’t try to escape or make another attempt to harm you. As Semi was handing Watanabe over to Hayato, he told Hayato of what had transpired both in and out of the council room. Hayato didn’t even bother to hide his shock at the audacity of the former general. “Does King Ushijima know?” he asked.
Semi shook his head, “Not yet. But rest assured, he will before the hour is up.”
With the transfer complete, Semi asked if you were ready to meet Wakatoshi in the dining room, which of course you were more than ready to. When you arrived, Semi held the door for you and followed you in. The room he brought you to was the informal dining room, the one for everyday use rather than the grand one used when entertaining guests. You remembered Tendou telling you that despite Wakatoshi’s exorbitant wealth, he preferred a simpler lifestyle. Unfortunately, that wasn’t entirely possible when you had the title of king on your shoulders and the weight of a crown on your head.
You sat across from Ushijima and he waved a hand to dismiss Semi, wanting a little privacy with his new wife. Semi obliged, but not before telling the king that there was something he should know. This sparked Wakatoshi’s attention, and he told Semi to continue.
“After we left the council, Gen- Mr. Watanabe made to strike the queen. I stopped him before any harm was done, but-”
“I’ve heard enough,” said Wakatoshi curtly. He looked to you, his expression murderous, “Is this true?”
You nodded.
“Find Hayato. Watanabe is no longer permitted to leave. He is to be imprisoned for treason. Go.”
Semi bowed and rushed out to make sure he was able to inform Hayato in time.
Wakatoshi slumped in his chair. He looked so worn out and it was yet early in the day. He sighed before speaking, “There has been word of Karasuno rallying troops, many of them being stationed near the Shiratorizawa-Karasuno border. It’s quite concerning.”
Despite not having much military knowledge, you did know that Shiratorizawa didn’t have many allies, so any kingdom getting too close to the border felt like an attack in the making. He continued, “In the meantime, we’ve decided to instruct our own forces to stay on high alert and have sent word to King Daichi that his troops need to be farther from the border or Karasuno will be regarded as a threat.”
He didn’t miss the uneasy look on your face. Afterall, Seijoh had only recently come to good terms with Karasuno after a long and bitter rivalry between the two kingdoms. “Do not fret, my love. You are safe here. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
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The honeymoon phase was pleasant, and mostly spent in the bedroom, but like all things it had to end. The rising military concerns were increasingly taking more and more of Wakatoshi’s time and your duties as queen were taking more and more of yours. Weeks went by like this, but it wasn’t all bad. You both made it a point to have meals together since your schedules kept you apart for the majority of the day. During those meals, he would update you on the activities of Karasuno and you would tell him about what you had been doing.
Weeks like this went by, until during one lunch he told you that there was a high possibility of Karasuno preparing to attack, as they had been observed to be recruiting more and more soldiers, and King Daichi was importing large amounts of iron from Dateko. The iron could potentially be for infrastructure reasons, but the possibility of it being used to forge weapons could not be dismissed.
You furrowed your brows, and Wakatoshi could practically see the wheels turning in your head. “Don’t worry, Darling. They will be dealt with.” His words did little to soothe your anxieties, but you mustered up a smile anyhow. Though you had only been there for mere months, you had come to love the country. At some point within the first month you decided that it truly was a lovely country, it just had some image problems.
Over the course of the next few weeks, numerous developments were made. The Karasuno troops had retreated from the border and King Daichi claimed that it was a communication error on his part. Supposedly he’d meant to send them elsewhere to squash a small rebellion. In turn, Ushijima instructed his own forces not to engage with Karasuno, but remained unconvinced of the other king’s explanation. The second development was your abdomen, which had taken on the slightest bulge. Frankly, you weren’t sure if it was the lavish meals or the extra time you and Wakatoshi had spent together at the beginning of the marriage. You had yet to bring anything up to Wakatoshi, who hadn't noticed any changes, but Tendou definitely had. He was absolutely positive you and Wakatoshi had an heir, but frankly you were in denial.
You knew from the beginning that children are expected from marriages, especially royal ones. But it was still so early. You and Wakatoshi were finally comfortable as a couple and were still learning each other's little quirks. Throwing a baby in the mix would definitely alter the routine you and Wakatoshi had settled into. How could you have been so foolish? You and Wakatoshi hadn’t even talked about producing an heir yet, so you had no clue how he would react.
According to Tendou, Wakatoshi had long dreamed of having a family of his own. You were still hesitant to say anything, but had promised Tendou that if you didn’t bleed within the month, then you would tell Wakatoshi. Confirming what Tendou had already known, the end of the months came and went and still no blood.
Naturally, as soon as you were working up the nerve to tell your husband the news, his schedule became so hectic that there was simply no time in the day. He was always gone by the time you awoke and, no matter how you tried to stay awake, you were always asleep by the time he retired for the night.
At this rate, he would notice by himself that your stomach was slowly beginning to accommodate the life inside you. Tendou had finally had enough and told Wakatoshi to spare a lunch with you, making up the excuse that neglecting one’s wife is frowned upon and it was Wakatoshi’s duty as a husband to tend to his wife. He even had Goshiki oversee the arrangements himself.
When the day came you were beyond nervous, but it had to be done. Lunch was to be had on a terrace overlooking the garden today, since the weather had significantly warmed with the changing of the seasons. You were already there when Wakatoshi arrived. He apologized for his tardiness and sat across from you.
Before he could say anything, you blurted out, “I need to tell you something!”
He was surprised at your sudden outburst, but nodded for you to continue.
You wrung your hands together in your lap. “I-” you stopped, the words getting stuck in your throat. “I think I-” you tried again. Wakatoshi nodded at you encouragingly, his full attention on you. “I think I’m pregnant.”
Wakatoshi’s face lost all emotion. “You think? Or you know?”
Startled at his change in demeanor, you wanted to take it back, say it was a joke, but he knew you had meant it. All you could do was tell the truth. “I know.”
Without another word, he stood from his chair and left you sitting on the terrace alone. You felt your world crumbling around you, tears already blurring your vision. The maids stood awkwardly off to the side, not knowing if it was their place to comfort you or not. Goshiki, however, had no such qualms. He was by your side as soon as Ushijima was out of sight. You practically threw yourself into his arms, sobbing. He ushered you up from your seat and began to guide you to you and Ushijima’s bedroom. As soon as you realized this you stopped in your tracks. “No, not there. I don’t want to be around him right now.” Goshiki looked unsure of your request but fulfilled it anyway and led you to one of the many unused guest rooms.
“Would you like anything, Your Majesty?” he asked.
“No, thank you,” you smiled at him sadly, “you’ve already helped me enough. Thank you. I would like to be alone for now.”
Goshiki nodded and left the room quietly. You spent the rest of the crying into a pillow, refusing to come out for dinner. Of course, walls have ears and the maids love to gossip, so it didn’t take long for word to reach Ushijima that you had been holed up in one of the spare rooms since lunch. He figured you just needed time and made no attempt to reconcile with you. Not that he was aware there was any reconciling to do. He just assumed pregnancy hormones. But he wasn’t going to allow you to just skip dinner. So he had Semi bring you a tray of food and instructed him that it was of the utmost importance that you were not to go anywhere alone and should be monitored at all times.
Semi sighed, wanting to criticize the king’s behavior, but feared losing his job. He did as ordered and brought you your food, knocking on the door softly. “Who is it?” you asked, voice raspy and weak from all the crying.
“It’s Semi, Your Majesty. I brought your dinner. May I come in?”
You granted him permission and he wheeled the cart in, the tray on top laden with more food than you could possibly finish.
One look at you and Semi could see that you were in bad shape. Your eyes were red and puffy and there were dried tear tracts on your face; in other words, you looked absolutely miserable.
He pitied you, he didn’t want to, but he did, and you could see it in his eyes. “Don’t look at me like that. I should’ve kept my mouth shut.”
“You wouldn’t have been able to hide it forever. He would have found out eventually. It’s better that he heard it from you rather than wondering why his wife didn't talk to him about it.”
You knew he meant well, but there was no combination of words he could string together to console you. Not wishing to talk more, you dismissed Semi to wallow in your own self-pity. You nibbled the food at best, your appetite not having returned since the cold response you'd gotten from Ushijima earlier. It was supposed to be good news, not the wedge that drove you apart.
Leaving your dinner mostly untouched, you fell into a fitful sleep. The next morning, you woke to the sounds of two maids conversing in your room as they prepared your dress for the day. “I heard King Ushijima is going to send her away,” giggled one of them conspiratorially. Clearly, they believed you to still be sound asleep. Oh how wrong they were. “I know! Can you believe she told him she’s pregnant? It’s probably not even his. As if someone like King Ushijima would bed a girl like that, princess or not. Besides, if he sends her away, maybe I’ll finally have my chance at royalty” said the other one smugly.
“If it’s not the king’s then whose do you think it could be?” asked Maid #1, not truly expecting an answer. Afterall, the walls weren't exactly soundproof. That alone was enough for her to know the baby was indeed the king’s and that this arrogant new maid didn’t stand a chance with him.
“My money is on Sir Semi.”
Maid #1 gasped. “Don’t say such things!” she scolded.
“I’m just saying, I wouldn’t be surprised if the brat comes out looking like a certain knight.”
When they finally “woke” you, you acted as if you hadn’t heard anything, but inside you were absolutely seething. Deciding to ignore the hurt you still felt from yesterday, you had every intention of telling him how those maids had spoken about you and him. Except, you didn’t get the chance. You had barely sat down when Ushijima spoke first, “I think it would be best if you left the palace for a while.”
Your jaw dropped, disbelief and denial coursing through your veins. Wakatoshi continued, “You will be staying in the family manor in the Miyagi Mountains. A carriage is already being prepared.”
“Toshi, I-” he held a hand up, stopping you from protesting.
“The decision has already been made. You will leave this afternoon. Now, please excuse me, I have urgent matters that require my attention.” Once again, he left you just sitting there by yourself, hurt and angry. From the corner of your eyes you saw Maid #2 failing to suppress a smug smirk.
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Lost_ USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI
FIA'S NOTE_ this piece is my contribution to @misss-chrisss’s getaway collab (thank you for having me <3) Yes I’m soo fucking late, and i’m sorryyyy but i just got back from being shadowbanned and being drop kicked in the face by college 😐 But yeah, I hope y'all enjoy this passionate, heated session with big Ushi baby on a summer night in Cancun (it must be niiiceee😭)
WARNINGS_ MDNI, USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI x fem!reader, reader is black coded, but anyone can read, AU where reader is a food blogger and Ushijima is a restaurant owner and a fanboy, alcohol consumption (nobody gets drunk tho), smut, implied protected sex (see? be like them), nipple play, oral sex (fem receiving), implied multiple rounds, Ushi is nor a dom nor a sub, just a man who wants to fuck you and has a bit of an oral fixation
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A beach house on the seashore, sticky, sandy skin, a swaying palm tree. A perfectly browned crème brulée. A delicately seasoned lobster. A slew of intricate cocktails. Your week in Cancun was proving to be nothing short of your expectations. Fun, a bit reckless, definitely free.
Everything was being documented on your Instagram page. Stories upon stories of your whereabouts, outfits, friends, and, obviously, food. After all, that’s what the majority of your followers were there for. Also the spectacular beach shots and the exclusive parties were appreciated; it all played into the rich life fantasy that was always beneficial to portray.
You’re known, you’re popular. Definitely not a Hollywood actress or a sold-out-concert superstar, but notable enough in your niche, in the realm of food blogging. Your food pictures have definitely clogged Pinterest at some point in time and a few restaurants have surely benefited from your reviews, your blog posts aesthetic, yes, yet concise and accurate.
So it’s not exactly a surprise when food magazines ask of you, a stimulating interview coming out of your collaboration. Or when a publishing company wants to have you advise future readers on the best eating spots in some European capital. Or also when a restaurant invites you personally to taste their cuisine, much like now.
The pretty invite stays projected on the screen as your eyes scan the pixelated words. It’s three am, but the muted ping of your phone was a temptation too big to resist. It’s an email from your manager forwarding you the message from the establishment, a popular one, it seems. You briefly imagine her excited tone behind the numerous exclamation points that accompany the few words of introduction.
You shouldn’t be doing this. Cancun is your vacation destination. Where to relax, unwind and rejuvenate. And yet, here you are, chewing on your bottom lip in contemplation. But then your eyes set on the final line of the invite; your brow arches in surprise. Dinner with the restaurant owner?
It’s not your preferred way to go about things, really. You’d much rather get to know the restaurant in its most organic form, how it usually is. You’re aware of the preferential, VIP treatment you get when you’re recognized, using the surrounding tables’ situation as a true gauge of customer service. But when, out of curiosity, you search your host, you don’t really care anymore.
It’s a bit embarrassing to fall for looks when it comes to rational decisions like these, but the striking beauty of the man before you is undeniable. Maybe it's the aloof aura that surrounds him, heavily set in the straight line of his lips. Or the wide shoulders that seem to struggle with the space inside his tailored shirts and blazers.
But when he’s there, right in front of you, looking down at you with a small, curt smile, arm outstretched in invitation, you get it. It’s everything, to be honest. He moves with confidence, not of the arrogant genre, but more of the matter-of-fact type: things need to be done this way, so he does them like that, no doubt in his mind.
He’s a strict man, you can tell. He walks with a stiff stride, a bit too statuesque to be spontaneous. He pulls out your chair with a smooth movement though, silently helping you, to then sit down in his own chair. And when he looks up at you, finally, you might add, citrine eyes shine under the lamp that hovers over your table. He looks oddly comforting, much more innocuous than his straight expression might suggest.
He’s much more awkward than what you pictured him to be, odd silences sometimes slipping into the conversation and settling for a few beats before a shy word of his comments on the food you’re about to eat. That’s when he glows, you realize.
He’s in his element, all discomfort gone from his expressionless face. He describes to you each and every ingredient, almost weaving intricate and picturesque explanations. Just almost, though. He falls short when he catches himself getting too carried away in the shiny glaze of the caramelized side greens. He’s quick to gain the sliver of composure lost, falling back into his routinely simplicity and straightforwardness.
He, to your surprise, looks at you with almost childlike curiosity as he raises his eyes once again, and the prettiest smile is set on your glossy lips. He can’t tell, but it’s most definitely the first genuine one of the night. It’s laced with an odd mix of amusement and endearment with a faint dash of hazy, wine-induced attraction. He doesn’t see all of that, the fact that you are actually before him has just sunk in; his mind is elsewhere.
Ushijima Wakatoshi has known you for some time. He’s never been one to care about food bloggers and critics, tending to have a very negative opinion of them, their arrogance and unthankfulness often slapping him across the face. So when he reads your interview in one of the top food magazines, he’s pleasantly surprised by your demeanor. Humble, down to earth, mature, likable. It’s a breath of fresh air, really.
And that’s where it starts. Binge reading your blog posts, that is. Poised but straight to the point. Never unnecessarily rude or harsh. Analytical but not complex. It’s almost enlightening, he gleans.
He subscribes to your newsletter, ready for each and every update, virtually following you across the globe as you taste and record your travels. He finds it really interesting how you seem to bleed beautifully into your writing; it’s almost like reading a diary at times. And Tendo finds it downright hilarious to repeatedly catch his workaholic boss swiping on his phone, tall man tucked in a secluded corner. And every time he passes by him and throws a glance, he’s, obviously at this point, on your website, brows tense in deep focus.
Ushijima Wakatoshi calls it pure and simple admiration. He respects your work, and finds your rise very inspirational. You struggled and worked to be where you are, just like he did. You have something in common, that’s why he likes, no, thinks highly of you.
It definitely has nothing to do with the way his eyes always fall on your dainty hands as you gesticulate in that one TikTok of yours. Or the apples of your cheeks that almost seem to explode when you laugh at a funny anecdote in your Vanity Fair interview on Youtube. Or the gentle curve of your waist that flows down into your hip in the dress you walked in with. Ushijima is a man who simply admires you, nothing more.
He just, for whatever reason, wants to keep it under wraps. So it’s convenient - or providential, if you will - when one of his employees approaches him with your instagram profile open on his phone. His eyes twinkle at the realization that someone he knows is aware of your name; it makes him oddly proud of you. But he doesn’t say anything, he just observes Goshiki babble and ramble about your work and your fame, as if his boss weren’t already aware of such basic information. Yes, basic. At least that’s what Ushijima, a dedicated fan of yours, thinks.
But he doesn’t bat an eye at the little, useless introduction he’s given; he maintains his stoic façade. He may slip when he’s told that you’re staying in Cancun for the week. And at the suggestion of inviting you over he gives his sturdy approval, one that Goshiki interprets as simple determination, not excited, hopeful, impatient expectation. It’s Tendo who sees right through his friend, grinning bemusedly at the almost feverish planning of his boss.
Ushijima sits down and plans a personalized menu for you, jogging his memory regarding your culinary likes and dislikes. He directs the little rearrangement of his restaurant, wanting to set the scene to something private and intimate, a little warm haven limited to the two of you, regardless of the sea of tables that will surround you. He even supervises the formatting of the virtual invite you’re sent, insisting to use one font over the other. It’s more appealing, he explains, even if, in reality, it’s the same one over on your blog, your favorite, he recalls.
First impressions matter, that’s what he says when he’s asked why such sudden changes take place. And even if his employees believe him, Tendo giggles behind his back.
He outrightly laughs when his friend flatly complains on the phone. Cufflinks are too formal, but a tie would be uncomfortable when eating. This is Ushijima’s debate, a silly one in Satori’s mind. But it’s a dilemma, a big one. One that has his shoulders droop and his forehead crease; one that has his hand scratch his chin and his mind race.
Their friendship is strong, with a deep understanding lining the bond, so when he’s given the advice to just be himself, Wakatoshi’s heart knows it’s sincere. On that evening, he approaches his restaurant with an odd sense of peace, the usual self confidence brimming from every step. He talks to his staff and encourages them, words succinct yet truthful. That’s their boss’ personality, and they appreciate the effort.
Everything seems to go to plan until he’s caught zoning out. Often. His eyes set on the way you grab hold onto your camera lens, almost maniacally adjusting focus and exposure. You’re a perfectionist, and he appreciates that, maybe a bit too much. So when you look up and ask him the ins and outs of the dish before you, he has no answer, torn out his little fantasy and pulled back on earth.
You take it all in stride, smiling warmly and repeating the question. You’re so gentle and polite that he finds himself feeling warm with juvenile embarrassment when answering you. He finds the whole exchange mortifying, you find the light blush on his cheeks adorable.
He thinks he can brush off his little blunder, but then Ushijima hyperfixates on the concentration in your eyes, unwavering and deep. It shines on your face, settles in your stance, anchors you to the ground. It’s mesmerizing, the entirety of you is. He lets his gaze drop, pupils rolling off the slope of your shoulders, down to the swell of your calves, until he slips deeper and deeper into his mind.
And over dinner, when you’re sitting opposite him, he gets distracted by the littlest things you do. He listens to you, even if he’s completely enraptured by the delicate twist and pull of your lips when you ask him to pour you some wine; or how your head tilts back to down the alcohol; or the slow, almost sensual, flutter of your lashes as you savor the distinct flavor. He’s lost in you.
And after many sincere compliments and a myriad of thanks, lingering touches dance along your waist as he takes you outside; he’s grown tired of just looking at you. A whiff of your perfume wafts into his nostrils, and he hates to admit that it stirs something deep within. But the nail in the coffin is probably the view of your ass swaying in the fabric that falls over your thighs. He has to get into action.
So when you gush about the beautiful view of the dark ocean, the gentle breeze chills him down his spine as opportunity peeks on the horizon. It’s quicker than a heartbeat, than the bat of an eye, and an offer tumbles out of his mouth, unrelenting underneath the sparkling stars.
You turn around, voice stuck in your throat, and a heat rises up your skin. It crawls from your neck to your face, from your belly to in between your thighs. He’s serious, oddly more than before. The look in his eyes is heady, deep and brazen. He’s probably never wanted anything more. Your lips part, and your answer spills from in between, shaky like the plume of a flame, but searing like its core.
And maybe the view from his place is much better indeed, but you don't have the chance to appreciate it, at least not while his hands hold onto your face and his lips press against yours.
It’s all so rushed: the clatter of his keys jamming into the lock; the way his leather shoes try to avoid your strappy heels as you kiss your way to the bedroom; the soft puffs of the pillows being thrown off the bed to make space for you.
He’s much more careful with your body. His hands dance along your sides, now resting on your waist, then going up to caress your back. And he never breaks the kiss, dragging you into a wonderfully consuming apnoea, a lack of breath that almost tingles, one that flows through you as pure desire.
And when he parts from you, lips glossy and flushed, he smiles at you, panting, breathing in your mouth, as you do with him. It’s as if oxygen weren’t an option, forgotten in the addicting dance your bodies are initiating, a rhythm that has you only needing each other.
Yes, because when he has you sit up to unzip your dress, all he wants is the warmth of your skin, so he kisses the crook of your neck lovingly, taking his time with each peck. Absolutely, because when he slips the thin straps off your shoulders, all he needs is to feel you in his hands, so he drags his palm along your sternum as the flesh of your breasts spills from his fingers. Without a doubt, because when your panties come off and a thin, crystalline web of your arousal breaks, he dies to have a taste of you, to bury himself in between your thighs. So he fulfills his wishes.
It’s astonishing how a man of such limited, direct speech can be so gentle and shy with his tongue. He suckles on your clit carefully, molding his lips against your folds with a feather touch. Even the wet noises are so subdued, drowned by your whines that ask him to put more pressure into his licks. And luckily for you he listens, large, large hands grabbing on the flesh of your hips to get you even closer, to feast on you properly.
The same hands seem uncharacteristically clumsy when they unbutton his shirt, excessive haste eating at his usual nonchalance, having nimble fingers fumble with fabric, losing their usual dexterity. Yours lay on his in silent reassurance, and it’s with silent surrender that he lets you strip him, faces getting close again as you uncover the body that had teased your mind in the last few days.
He sighs when you quickly brush over his nipples. He groans when you trail your fingertip along the valley of his chest, to the plane of his abs, down into his happy trail. He gasps when you unbuckle his belt, the cold metal briefly pressing against his skin. He moans when you reach into his pants to wrap your hand around him. He doesn’t know what makes his knees tremble more: the feeling of you stroking him or the eye contact you hold with him, heated and unfaltering.
It’s not something that worries him too much though, not when he pushes you softly into the bed, the cloudy comforter framing your parted thighs. You smirk at his impatience, because it mirrors yours. It drips thickly from his skin, it permeates the air.
Soon enough the same air gets coursed through and through by the noises you two make. Moans and whines, groans and grunts, the rustling of the sheets and the slaps that echo when you become one. He quickly drapes over you, lapping at your pulse softly, before he descends. He detaches from you, hovering over your heated skin with equally warm puffs from his mouth. His breath snakes into your pores and settles under your skin, making you shiver and sink, lower and lower into yourself. You feel mad.
All you can do is feel. Feel the head of his cock kiss your sweet spot deep inside you. Feel the dull ache that builds low in your belly. Feel his strong hands roam and grab, squeeze all they can.
He rests your thighs against his body, calves light on his shoulders, laxed ankles dangling over his back. And there he lays a kiss, so silky and intimate that your heart clenches at the act. His fingers skim up your leg loosely, tickling the sensitive skin, making him smirk at you squirming. He ‘s taking his time; he has so many things to do to you.
And even when used condoms litter the floor at the edge of the bed he’s still lost in you, slowly grinding into you, body slumping over yours, consumed by ecstasy, consumed by you. He molds you against the mattress with his weight, broad chest pressed against your shoulder. Your head falls in the pillow to then rise after a few seconds, just to admire the way he licks his lips as he takes in the way your asscheek claps in this position.
His gaze grows dark when his wild eyes rest on your collar bones, bitten and moistened by rough, growly kisses. But then the smallest of whines slips from you and his attention is on your face, lost and turned almost delirious from the driven rock of your bodies. In this state, eye contact is too much for you; and when golden green irises turn black, you turn away, hoping for the peace of the sea to calm you down.
Dark, thick waves hit the sandy shore like his hips, heavy and persistent. They roll against you, charged by the winds of unspoken words and concealed longing; they approach you with ever increasing force to then lull when he pulls away from you, just to do it all over again.
He’s strayed away, finding himself drowning in the way your body bounces at his thrusts, the moonlight casting the prettiest of shadows on your skin. He never grows tired of you trembling against him, the face of pleasure dismissing any trace of control from your limbs. He’s addicted to your swollen lips, the ones that moan his name, encouraging him to give you his all.
In the wantonness of his high, in the disregard of the moment, he calls out to you, a husky and deep grunt spoken against your mouth, spilled on your tongue, swallowed down your throat. Your arms fly around his neck while he releases his tension in thick, white spurts, and in the wake of a final orgasmic shiver, your warm hand smooths down his spine.
The hazy, distant sound of the ocean acts as white noise as you both regain composure, panting breaths getting lost in the salty breeze that flows through his linen curtains. His chest heaves in the dim room, sweaty skin catching the light of the now-on lamp next to the bed.
You chuckle when he lazily discards the third or fourth soiled condom to the ground with a loud huff. And when he asks you what’s so funny, you laugh at the puzzled look on his face; he looks so serious. He’s back to his normal self again.
But then he scoots closer, pulling your sticky body into his, and as his muscular arm lays comfortably in the curve of your waist, your head sits peacefully on his chest. He presses a kiss on your forehead; it’s probably a silent ‘thank you’, one he doesn’t find the courage or the strength to say, one that you’d love to reciprocate with a spoken declaration. But in this particular case, it’s not needed.
You both bask in your afterglow, each one aware of that fizzling excitement that you both have to let go in favor of harsh reality. So you make the most of the moment, whispered conversations filling the little space between the two of you, hushed giggles laughed into the pillows.
Buried in sheets that need to be changed and heaps of rumpled clothing you understand each other, you find one the other. He’s lost in you, you’re lost in him. Both lost together.
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Promises on a Playground
Pairing: timeskip!ushiwaka x f!Olympian reader
Word count: 3.1+K
Warnings: none (?) an allusion to morning after
Rating: UWF (ushijima wakatoshi fluff)// sfw
Ushijima Wakatoshi, power server and ace canon of team Japan is seen at a bar in the middle of a club centric zone. It’s later than he thinks especially with the rest of the Adlers behind him. Tonight everyone in their roster is celebrating the redrafting of their teammates to the 2024 Olympic Games in Europe. Coincidentally, since his wrist accident during the off season happened early last year, this might be his second or third Olympics before officially playing a farewell season. He’s not getting any younger and his mother, bless Ushijima-sama, is praying he soon finds a person he loves just as fiercely as the sport he loves.
The club is hosting a private jazz lounge area so everyone can mingle with each other. Various players from the MSBY, Saõ Paulo, and even a few EJP Rajins are there too. All of them came back to celebrate their return to their national teams. All except Oikawa who is taking break considering he has his first child due any day now according to his private lifestyle socials media accounts. Iwazumi mentions he’ll be missing a few practices, but his best friend had named him godfather, so he’ll be in Argentina hoping to be the first to greet the his friend’s child before anyone else does. Upon hearing the news about how his old rival, nowadays isa soon to be parent, makes Japan’s canon a little, well, lonely.
Swirling the rocks glass in front of him, Ushijima thinks back about the random elementary school kid he hung out with at the jungle gym when he was nine just about to be ten. He takes a mighty sip, brandishing off the whiskey neat before ordering another one from the bartender wandering around the room. For whatever reason, he recalls his mother and granny asking the babysitter for his new friend’s phone number back then. His mother mentioned how shy and intimidating her son can be and the baby sitter introduces herself as a relative to the pair of older women.
“I’m yn’s aunt,” ushijima’s ears are sharp enough to hear that as his eyes look at you; you who dressed in overalls like him with light lilac puffy sleeves and even light sapphire hair talks about castles in the sky.
“Yn? How pretty,” Ushijima’s mother hums, eyes aglow when she notices her son curiously make a face at the chatter box you are.
You’re laying down cloud watching and before ushijima knows it, you entourage him to lay back and he watches them too. For a ten year old reserved child like him, the fact that you hold his hand like any best friend would, made his heart beat a bit quicker. So, after you’re called by your aunt to say your good-byes.
“I have to go,” you pout as he helps you sit up. A younger version of him just blinks as he feels this impending sadness in his chest--you were his first friend outside of his school; one where the classmates treated him as 'other' because of which hand was the most dominant, yet he didn't care what they called him behind his back then. You were a brilliant source of comfort for the last forty-minutes or so when you struck up a conversation with him at the top of the jungle gym. Your imagination made him a captain of a space cruier who on a whim, you choose to follow until you make it back to earth after a series of tag games. It's why you were on your back earlier, changing subjects about wondering if he'll be back tomorrow. Ushijima, the little kid he was back then, didn't know if he'd be back, so he just shrugs, unsure how to answer that.
“Wakatoshi! It’s getting dark, we should go too.”
“Mmhm,” he frowns. “Me too.”
You stand up when he orders his hand to help you up off the playground tarp.
“Y'know, it's ok if you're not here tomorrow Waka-kun." You hold his hand and give it a firm shake. Before you do truly part ways, you loop a pinky of yours around his. Looking dead straight in those childlike emerald stones of irses he had inherited, you raise your linked hands to each other's faces. "Meet me here when we’re in high school?” your odd request is met with a small sheepish smile.
“Five years from now?” he seems surprised.
“Yup! I’m sure you’ll be popular toshi-kun,” you had a slight smirk, giving his pinky a fateful squeeze before dropping it. “Don’t forget!”
A young Ushijima nods as you take off to the bench where your aunt was waiting before waving goodbye. His heart beat out of rhythm before he walked to his mom.
“Yn-chan is nice, hmm?”
“I guess,” her stoic son has a pout in his voice.
Mother holds her son's hand as they walk in the opposite direction where you and your aunt fade in the distance behind a neighboring street corner.
"Hey mom?"
"Hmm?"
"Can we come back tomorrow?"
"Sure. After your team practice is over, yeah?"
At this, Ushijima-sama looks at her boy who now has this cheeky grin tugging on his usually stoic straight lips as she just shakes her head in amusement.
It takes a few years of development and many Valentines confessions to realize Ushijima Wakatoshi had an after school playground crush on the elusive YLN,YN. Satori, one night in the dorms, bothers his fellow teammate to share former firsts—believe it or not your name is all ushijima can remember. Oh, and the fact you made him make a foolish promise of meeting at the same park now in the future was in fact an empty one. Although, one day right after graduation, Ushijima is hanging out with his new setter in the locker room for an extra practice. There is a tv with the news channels on with live coverage of the Sochi Winter Olympics that year. Lo and behold, you were a flag bearer for your home country with a summer sport under your name: Silver Medalist, WOMEN’S GYMNASTICS, 2016. You made the Olympic team before he and Kageyama did—you were one of the youngest to participate according to the announcers and god help Eros because Ushijima nearly lost his focus at extra practice that day. He almost didn’t return any of Kageyama’s servers.
Imagine how surprised you are as you’re invited by an old friend in the JVA to attend this gathering. You’re officially a three time medalist in individual rounds and even a two time gold medalist in team routines. Anyone who is an avid follower of your career record talks about you with pride in their smile. Well, it did help that your aunt was also your coach, but it also helped that for a while there, Karasuno also had an underground strong gymnastics team. No one ever heard about it until very recently when you named the high school and university you attended on invitational scholarship. Regardless, you greet Hinata who calls your name after you grab a champagne flute. You mingle your way over saying hi to everyone who stops you, saying your thanks and/or congrats to those who made the team. Again.
Hinata side hugs you, and you have hug a tipsy Kageyama, who leans on his former partner. Though they both blush at you greeting them, they also extend elated words you’re joining them in Europe for your respective sport. This time though, due to your physical therapy for a torn ACL right before World Championships, you are elected to be vice coach and spotter this term. You’re a little down, sure, but you wear it well as Kageyama saunters off to find the restrooms to relieve himself. Hinata says to follow him while he introduces you to the roster of players he’ll be reuniting with. Some you knew from coming to MSBY and Adler games, others you recognize from prior games like Aran-kun and Suna Rintaro. Names you wouldn't have recognized until it was Hinata who name dropped a few of them on your video calls when he was resigned to returning to Sao Paolo.
The last of these 'gentle monsters' as you tease them in saying is someone reminiscent of a child you made watch the clouds with you in your youth. Strength hidden underneath his semi formal wear sans sports coat, the young contemporary icon stifles a breath as you are introduced to each other again. This time, though, Hinata is called away by his former MSBY teammates thus leaving you and Ushijima to your own devices. For him, time slows as the small circle you’re surrounded by grows smaller. Soon enough, it was just you and him, filling each other with stories of growing up miles from each other, not even realizing you were rivals in volleyball come your high school years. Ushijima hums when you bring about that stunning block from a sarcastic kouhai back then, mentioning the city where that first year went on to play for an upcoming division one team. He tells you it’s old news especially when he sees how dedicated the others were to their craft. You and him reach for some hor d’oeuvres as the trays came around again.
“You never came back to the park where we met, Wakatoshi,” you say as you slide a few more mushrooms into your mouth. You swirl what’s left of your third sangria glad that night before downing it.
Ushijima is bewildered at your admission. Honestly, he forgot—he was ten! So were you, but friends don’t break promises no matter how old they are. You stifle a laugh as he blinks surprised by how sharp your memory is.
“I had a game, or was at practice…”
You nod. You too couldn't have made it every day for three years because you had practice to attend too, yet rain, snow, or sunshine didn't stop you. If you tell him that perhaps you might shoot your shot as Tsukishima would say. Hell, even when you texted the rest of your third years from Karasuno when you were invited to attend, Sugawara had the audacity to encourage you in attending. They all knew about the elusive kid you met in the summer right before you had started grade six: even they were surprised he turned out to be the captain of the powerhouse school who had been crazy enough to challenge Hinata Shoyo, 'from the concrete', once. You let that text memory die in the back of your mind while you went with the first option: guilt Ushijima Wakatoshi into liking your company like you were ten again. Fun fact: you didn't need to do that; he was already thinking of ways to get you to talk to himi long before you were standing side by side after you were reintroduced to each other.
“I spent three years, every summer break, curious about the kid I met back then. Kind and warm, like the fall breeze by the beach. Had an air of coolness from what i could tell too.”
You side eye him as he’s processing this information, what you seemed to have implied on yourself, turning on your heel after bidding him good night. Sauntering off, you find a few more familiar faces since you got the closure you didn’t know you wanted, but alas with your back to a different table this time, you’re approached by Ushijima. He’s a bit, intoxicated, you can tell by the way an alcohol blush tints his cheeks. The glass he had earlier was finished and replaced with another which was almost done by the time he walked over.
This was all thanks to Kageyama’s influence, after all the young setter went off on a hyper focused rant about how learning to love and earn love back helped his current relationship. Even if it was currently long distance. Flights from Italy to Brazil aren't really that cheap, yet for love of the sport and the man, Kageyama explains he makes it work. He has to because, according to the stubborn blueberry man, "love takes time to build, so seize the opportunity to love someone."
It was weird hearing this from his former Adler’s teammate, yet it makes sense as his eyes never wavered far from where you were talking-or was it flirting?-with other members of team Japan. Like how Miya Atsumu's eyes you when he hugs you with the widest grin on his face; or when Suna Rintaro chuckles as you see pictures of his baby nephews throw snowballs on a rice field in his hometown, drives Ushijima to give off Sakusa level warnings of backing off when he sees you interact with them.
Does it help that Ushijima felt a little jealous? No, why would it? You're laughing as Hinata sees the replay of Suna's nephews fight over Vabo-chan during the holidays last year as Ushijima walks over.
"Your nephews are so violent, but," you pause, handing the phone back to the middle blocker. "They do take after you and your bother, huh Miya?"
"Yeah, but 'Samu's kids are little terrors, but absolute angels when ya meet 'em," the blond says. Something about the way he sort of looks away from your face makes you wonder why you have this sneaking suspicion someone taller and more menacing than a house cat is lurking behind you. You shrug as Hinata glances over at the other two players across from where you stand and you can tell they are thinking of an easy way out of this conversation at this table as the jazz musicians take a break for a little while because right now, you feel a hand sneak it’s way around your waist.
"We're going to head back to the bar for some refills," Suna says taking your glass away from your hands. Your eyes watch Miya and Hinata scurry off before Suna gives a friendly, yet cold, warning look to the man who's standing like a guard dog behind you. Yellow-green eyes do not cower in front of the statuesque player who may or may not have been the reason you were still not seeing anyone as of late. (Suna means well, you know this as he was the first athlete in the off season to hang out with you regularly when you realize you went to the same all around gym by the EJP stadium. He's close enough to be family at this point, but young enough to know platonic love is the lane he needed to be in at this point in your life).
“Had enough?” you inquire as the others whom you were talking to waited for other beverages to be made. The perfume his designer had let him try gives of a scent of light cinnamon and earthy notes; it is faint on him, but to you when you lean back, it's a scent of comfort. It doesn't take a genius to see the comfortability around each other; it's enough that if the tabloids were here your 'snuggling' would break Twitter and the Adler's official accounts. That's a story for another time.
“Not yet,” his voice is rough, like he’s exhausted, but the way he says it as he pulls your hips back toward him, you almost choke on your own spit. Suggestive under the influence or not, you're not going to oppose if he invites you for a latenight hook-up; you're both grown enough to recognize this flirtatious dancing needs to come to a head.
However, the second Ushijima rests his head atop yours a moment savoring how you feel in front of him like this, is the few seconds it takes for you to relax further by reaching up and caressing his face. A sense of comfortability and spring like warmth spreads from soul outward. Your hand retracts just as he's about to lean into your palm, a pointed, peeved brow greets your peripheral as you rest the same hand on his arm. You're trying not to tease him further, but you do so in the most subtle of ways and it's driving him mad.
Perhaps you feel it too, judging by how his answer amplifies your rouge makeup, and so you lean more against his side like an old friend with the potential to become more. His lips were so close to the corner where yours began and if he caused you to turn just a little more toward him, Ushijima Wakatoshi would have unashamedly kiss you, publicly no less. Instead, you listen to how he breathes differently when you force him to sway with the band having returned to the small private clubroom stage. His voice begrundingly begging you to take the lead in carrying on whatever started here behind closed doors. And for what it’s worth, those that may have seen the exchange might have turned around would not believe how smitten the two of you are.
"Y'mean to tell me I never had a chance?! Hinata," Atsumu squints at the blatant almost-couple across the other side of the bar. "Warn a guy before he flirts with Ushijima's lady."
"Oi! I didn't know they'd be like that 'Tsum!" Hinata whines. "But they do look happy, right?"
"Mm," Atsumu concurs by raising his refilled glass to where you are almost completely draped by the shoulders by Ushijima. "G'luck to 'em."
Meanwhile, after you had securely ducked under and over Ushijima's front side, you steadied him by holding his left arm on the side. He tilts his head down slightly to hear you clearer.
“We should head out,” you suggest.
Your breath tickles the part of his upper arm where you lean against. You feel his chest rumble as you splayed a hand there to steady him when he nods apologizing for the drunken affection he’s giving. Not that you minded though. It’s not like you were waiting for almost a decade to see him this way, right?
Flash forward twenty-six minutes later and now you’re lip locked with this giant of a man who is and was still your first memory of a crush. This had started because once you kicked off your heels for the event, you glanced up at Ushijima standing there awkwardly in the foyer of his penthouse level hotel room: you choose to call out his name at first before taking his face in your hands and bringing him down to your level. Arms and hands from earlier grip the fabric of your outfit before you silently nod murmuring, "you can kiss me all you want here."
Now, Ushijima Wakatoshi, for all the years he's been visiting his father in the U.S., and from what his mother's dramas taught him about kissing has nothing compared to what kissing you had felt like. Nothing comes close to how his breathing is shallower the further you let him go without oxygen; the way one of your arms loop across his shoulder and the other with a gentle hand scratching his scalp the more you melt into him. You are like sunshine now and when you grant him reprieve from your kisses and those eyes that bewitched him stare back, sort of lackadaisical in a kiss drunk state.
"Been wanting to do that ever since you walked in," his voice has your back arch while he adjusts his hold. His nose nudges your cheek before acutely nipping the fat of your cheek there. You stutter forward perplexed by his quite frank neediness. Your hips almost touch, and when you feel Ushijima's soft chuckle against your ear he gives you a word of advice. "Patience."
Minutes later, Ushijima has you raised on the dresser in his hotel room, half undressed as your hands have undone several of his buttons. This time, he kisses you with a sense of urgency; his heart is suddenly picking up pace as is yours the further you sigh out his name when he marks your skin with his teeth and suckling lips. The dresser moves as you try to follow his eagerness to have you-all of you. His hands, feeling hotter than ever before, he uses one to support your back, whereas the other slips under your thigh and drags you forward with such a start, you moan his name into his mouth. He looks wide-eyed at you, not caring how you sort of have this embarrassed smile on him.
"Don't stop saying it," he snarls into your mouth. The dresser softly bangs back against the wall.
"Wakatoshi!" you whisper yell and you shake your head at how content he laughs into your neck.
"Hmm?" he kisses your collarbone.
"Gently this time," you instruct him. Ushijima acknowledges your advice, yet he's thoroughly thinking of other noises your voice can do
However, you choose to focus on something else: like how you got here to this point as you're given a chance to catch your breath. Almost half dressed by the man in your arms. It's not that you care about what you thought earlier that day when Hinata and Kageyama sent you texts inviting you out for drinks at the club; you just didn’t think this was the reconnection you needed to have with someone you met almost fifteen years ago when you were in primary school (you both were ten).
Not that any of that preemptive thoughts matter, not now anyways as you allow yourself to be loved by someone who is as strong to stand by you–lords of fate above, the truth you share as Ushijima rolls his shirt off his body. You can't help but stare unabashaedly at him, tanned through the years, sweet eyes boring into yours as you whisper where the zipper is on the side of your attire.
"Are you sure?" Ushijima's mighty hands find the hook-and-eye attachment on the zipper track. Your hand closest to where his is rests atop his wrist.
"If you think I'm going to hit and run on you," you help him drag down the zipper. "You don't know me at all."
Your clothes slide off as easily as the rest of his does. Though now you're both in less clothing as you let him continue showing his appreciation in having you wait for such a long time. It's not either of your first times in bed with another person, yet you know you'd have to be impervius of affection if you think with the way he cares for you afterwards is nothing less than a princely pauper's care is something out of a fairytale.
Ushijima settles in bed beside you as you wear an old traveling shirt of his after cleaning up.
"I take it we're together now, huh?" you are so cheeky as he rolls his eyes at you.
"I suppose it depends, yn," he replies.
"On what?"
"Whether or not you want to join me for breakfast tomorrow."
You nod enthused by his subtlety. A few moments pass by and as you begin to give sleep a chance, Ushijima pulls you closer to his shoulder, an arm of his cradles your head steady against him. Sobriety at this time of night makes him thank his stars you're here, asleep next to him. You shift in your sleep a couple minutes later and he hears you, murmuring a quiet, 'don't forget me' which if he was being honest with himself, he would have woken you up with an incredulous look of 'how did I?'
Come four in the morning, you're jostled awake by the remembrance of this not being your hotel room. You are able to recall meeting Hinata and Kageyama at the club; seeing and possibly reconnecting in more ways than one with Ushijima Wakatoshi, who is asleep behind you now. You're wearing his shirt, you feel an ache between your thighs and you're suddenly dragging a hand over your face before a chortle escapes your lips. No wonder your aunt was so adamant about you not trying to settle down until after your final Olympic Games after this one in Paris--you're going to have to sever the thought because of the man whom is now going to be keeping your bed warm will be the one you hope to settle with. Not because you both wanting to 'settle' no, because you two are learning how to keep a promise of love and friendship afloat. More so now the love had warped into one of a more romantic nature. You ponder this while tracing over his features with the calloued pads of your own hands from years of the gymnast powder used on them.
“You should go back to sleep, my heart,” his voice is even more gruff when you’re in a groggy mindset. He probably doesn't register what he said, but the moment he echoes what you said in your half-dreamlike state you lower yourself back whispering against his lips how you're not leaving him; you couldn't even if you tried. He seems to like that, smirking as he kisses your shoulder.
You chuckle turning over to face him now; slowly tracing his strong arms that wrap around your waist as they pull you closer to him like earlier. You readjust your body to lean against his sturdy self again just to press a kiss to the space between his eyebrows as he hums nudging his forehead against your own. Silently in this room just as your eyes flutter shut, you tell him how you can't wait for what tomorrow holds for either of you. For now, you both head back to sleep in the arms of the first real love you had found.
Perhaps now your younger selves all those years ago are laughing on the playground where a promise is fulfilled.
#ushijima wakatoshi x gymnast!reader#olympic bound au#🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue#sfw fluff#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu x reader
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𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐖. 𝐔𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 (𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗷𝗶𝗺𝗮), 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗮 𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗲𝗻𝗮 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴
Maybe it was because you were tired or maybe it was because you finally were at your breaking point but seeing your ex with someone new made you absolutely enraged. It never helped that the new person they were with was your best friend.
After acting for weeks like everything was ok you finally ran behind the sports building where rarely anyone went and cried. With only your portable tissue pack to comfort you, the tears fell for a while.
“Are you alright?” You turned to see a guy you remember as being quiet. Though under normal circumstances you would have just said a quick answer and ran away you decided against better judgment to pour your heart out.
“No!” You threw a tissue into the distance as he sat next to you on the dead grass bordering the building.
“Would you like to talk about it?”
You told him the story which was filled with lots of cuss words and many breaks to cry.
“That sounds like…a lot.”
“Yeah…”
“Do you feel better?”
“Not really.” You leaned your head on his arm, not quite reaching his shoulder even though both of you were sitting.
“I’m sorry I don’t really know what else to help.” The tone of his voice indicated sincerity.
“It’s alright. I think you sitting here has done wonders.”
You both continued to make small talk with promises from you to take care of yourself and promises from him to talk in the future. The goal was to talk at least once in the next week though Ushijima had vastly different plans. Though you noticed him sticking around on numerous locations:
He sat down across from you at lunch.
“Have you been reading recently?”
“Yeah, I found this old poetry book at a discount store. It’s pretty good.” You pulled the book from your bag.
“You annonntated it.” Ushijima flipped through the pages and caught glimpses of your notes in the margin.
“Helps get a better feel for the text.”
“Would you mind if I borrowed this?” His index finger traced over a poem that you noticed, because of the structure, was e.e. cummings.
“The poems are about the theme of romance throughout poetry.” You looked down in slight embarrassment but Ushijima continued to be enamored by the poem.
“Could I make annotations?”
He sat with you to watch the sunset.
“Ok what do you think that cloud looks like?” Your finger pointed to a small and spherical cloud.
“A ball.”
“What kind?”
“...Volleyball.” You laughed a little before he pointed to another one. “What do you think that one looks like?”
“Cotton candy.”
“I believe that is a copout answer.” He laughed a little while you shook your head.
“Maybe.” You paused and turned your face to face him directly. “Would you like to get ice cream?”
“Unfortunately not. Coach has us on a diet plan.”
“Booo!” He chuckled but the stick grabbed your hand to stand you up with him.
“But I can walk you to the ice cream place.” You nodded towards him.
The walk was quiet as per usual. Each of you basking in the general ambience the countryside brought though you noticed Ushijima waving at many of the family owned stores.
“Do you know all of them?” He turned his head to look down at you abashedly.
“I just help some of them out of the weekend with unloading. It’s a good workout.”
“That’s nice. Next time, invite me! I can help stock items!”
“Alright.” Unconsciously he found himself glancing at you though you paid no mind. He noted the style of your hair and the darkness to your skin. He saw the little intricacies to your side profile in the short glances but it mapped the beautiful picture he already had of you in his mind.
The ice cream shop was small and clearly needed some upkeep but the old owners never paid much mind.
“Hello.” You nodded your head towards the old woman behind the counter and smiled.
“Hello there. What would you like, sweetie?”
“Um mint chocolate.” Your finger pointed to the light green flavor as Ushijima let his eyes roam around the place.
“That’ll be four hundred yen.” Though you tried paying, Ushijima slipped the coins from his pocket seemingly out of nowhere.
“Hey I was paying!”
“It’s rude to let you pay.” You hit his arm lightly which got the old woman behind the counter to see something.
While you ate at a table in the shop the old lady began to sweep and pretended to drop the broom. She tried kneeling down to grab it but when she could not Ushijima swooped in to grab it.
“Thank you, young man.”
“It’s no problem.” She grabbed the broom from his hands.
“Say, I’ve been meaning to clean this place up for a while but my bones are too old to do so. Would either of you mind coming by this Sunday to do it? I’ll pay.”
“No need to pay. I don’t mind.” You smiled and threw away your ice cream cup in a nearby trash can.
“Neither do I.” Ushijima made an effort to smile small.
Sunday came by slowly as the school hours dragged on and on. You were entrapped in club activities while Ushijima was drowning in practice. When the day finally came both of you were a little exhausted but ready to help.
“Would you mind wiping the windows down on both sides?” The old woman pointed at the dusty and cobweb ridden windows. You shuttered but grabbed the bucket of soap and water nonetheless.
Ushijima took the outside while you took the inside. Putting some headphones in you concentrated on leaving the area spotless while Ushijima quickly got distracted staring at you.
Though up until a few moments ago he was keeping his cool it was not until you were right in front of him wiping down the window that he stopped entirely. You looked at him before laughing lightly and splashing some soap directly onto the space of the window his face was.
He laughed as well though with a blush on his face and continued silently. Now you both moved in relative sync with your towels moving together on both sides.
When you finished, the old woman directed both of you to fix some chairs.
“We should get dinner together.” You looked up at Ushijima in shock.
“Like a date?” There was a hopefulness in your voice.
“Is- Is that what you want this to be?” He rubbed the back of his neck in an attempt to get his blood flowing elsewhere as his face heated up.
“Yes.” Your assertiveness made him chuckle.
“Then dinner tonight. It’s a date.”
“Ok.”
From the other side of the door the old lady cheered.
#ushijima wakatoshi x reader#ushijima wakatoshi#ushijima wakatoshi x you#ushijima wakatoshi x yn#ushijima x reader#ushijima x you#ushijima x yn#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x you#haikyuu x yn#hq#hq x reader#hq x you#hq x yn#kinda a vent lol
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PAGSAMO.
A HAIKYUU FILO SMAU | suna rintarou x reader
“hindi naman mahirap magpaalam, di ba? bakit di mo ginawa? bakit di mo sinabi? bakit di ka nagpaalam? hindi ‘yung ginawa mo ‘kong tanga… iniwan mo ‘ko sa ere.”
or in which y/n navigates through what’s going to happen next after being ghosted by suna rintarou. will she ever get the closure she deserves? or will the both of them get the chance to continue what they started?
included characters: tendou satori, nishinoya yuu, yachi hitoka, kiyoko shimizu, akaashi keiji, hinata shoyo, kenma kozume, ushijima wakatoshi, atsumu miya, osamu miya, kiyoomi sakusa, kuroo tetsurou, bokuto koutarou
contains: college au, angst, fluff, crack, poor executed humor, profanities, alcohol intake + more to be added as the smau continues
DISCLAIMER: i do not own all the pictures posted in here. the images that you will see of the characters are just place holders and it is not meant to describe the reader’s physical appearance, race, or ethnic backgrounds.
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— this is my first time making a smau and an attempt to be a funny one at the please bear with me 😭
— there won’t be any definite posting schedule
— i’ll try to make this as short as possible but we’ll see
— i really hope you guys will enjoy this! to be added to the taglist, send me an ask <3
yn’s group: toni fowler stanners <3 | suna’s group: mga anak ng mafia boss
every tweets from suna’s group will be on dark mode while yn’s will be on light mode. but the messages will be both on light mode.
1. si tendou nalalasing sa san mig light
2. uuwi na si yn?
3. pakidampot tropa niyong ghoster
4. tama ka na arthur nery
5. toni fowlers stanners inuman galore
6. atsumu pa ba? maaasahan talaga
7. sino daw "rin"?
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more to be added soon...
(titles are to subjected to be changed as the smau continues)
the tag of this smau will be: smau: pagsamo
#haikyuu x reader#suna x reader#suna rintarou x reader#haikyuu smau#suna smau#suna rintarou smau#haikyuu filo smau#suna fluff#suna rintarou fluff#suna angst#suna rintarou angst#haikyuu college au#smau: pagsamo
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Ushijima “thinks you comparing hand sizes is you being insecure about yours, so he liters kisses over your palms and fingers to assure you otherwise” Wakatoshi
#listen I don’t make the rules#i just obey them#ushijima wakatoshi#ushijima wakatoshi fluff#ushijima wakatoshi x reader#ushijima wakatoshi x gn!reader#ushijima wakatoshi x reader fluff#ushijima wakatoshi imagine#ushijima wakatoshi haikyuu#ushijima wakatoshi headcanons#haikyuu#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu imagine#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x gn!reader#haikyuu x gender neutral reader#haikyuu x yn#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu x you
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Break My Heart- Haikyuu
Oikawa x (GN) Reader x Shiratorizawa
Warnings: cussing, nicknames, implied bullying, fighting (verbal)
Key: R/N- Random Name, Y/N- Your Name
Word Count:2205
Note: You do NOT end up with Oikawa in the end though the ending is happy, Y/N is not gendered
Genre: Angst to Fluff
It had been a week since Aoba Johsai had lost the Spring Qualifiers to Karasuno. Since the loss Oikawa had been very distant. You figured he was just dealing with a lot and had been giving him his space. Today though, you decided you would go surprise him with cuddles and bring him some milk bread (since it was his favorite after all). You arrived at his house, knocking and then entering quietly incase he was asleep.
You- Hey Babe! It’s me.
You- Kawababe? It’s me. I brought milk bread.
You waited for a response and decided to go check his room after not hearing anything, thinking he might be asleep.
As you crept closer to his room you heard muffled noises and noticed the door was slightly agar. You pushed the door open slowly and the scene before you broke your heart.
You- Kawa…
Oikawa- Y/N!! What are you doing here? I... It’s not what it looks like, I swear.
In front of you was your “loving” boyfriend and R/N, the head girl of the Oikawa fangirl club in bed together (doing yknow what).
R/N- What do you mean its not what it looks like, babe? It is exactly that. He doesn’t need you anymore. We all know you could never be what he needed. That’s why he came to me after the loss. That’s why he’s been avoiding you. He’s been with me ALL week.
You- Was I not enough...? >You asked tears streaming down your face<
Oikawa- You are more than enough I swear! Please let’s talk about this! Let me make it up to you.
You- NO!!! We only ever made one promise and you broke that. You broke my trust and that isn’t something I can just get passed. Out of everyone to cheat with… R/N… Knowing how insecure she constantly made me feel and how horrible she treated me for dating you. You really said hit them where it hurts. Well, you succeeded congrats. Incase you didn’t get the memo we’re through and fuck you… Fuck you both.
With that you left his house tears streaming down your face. So hurt and betrayed. Oikawa tried to follow you, calling your name but you ignored him running home to hide away in your room.
-Time Skip 2 Weeks-
You hadn’t been going to school. You knew you couldn’t keep skipping but you just weren’t ready to face everything yet. You did try going back to school once two days ago, but that didn’t go well. At this point the whole school knew about what happened and the fangirl club was more brutal toward you then ever. Rubbing the whole thing in your face and reminding you how Oikawa deserves better.
The team themselves had reached out several times to check on you and apologizing. They went as far as showing up at your house, but you couldn’t face them. You knew it wasn’t their fault it just hurt to bad. You loved them you just couldn’t face them, though you really did miss them.
Oikawa kept reaching out and trying to talk to you, that was part of the reason you felt you couldn’t go back to Seijoh. You didn’t want anything to do with him. Right after everything happened Oikawa called and texted like crazy until you blocked him, every text left unread, and every voicemail left unheard. He even came to your house one time but after hours of pleading to see you with no avail he went home.
You decided switching schools was the best choice. Though you were scared and moving schools especially during third year wasn’t normal and wouldn’t be easy you felt it was the right choice. You decided to use this as an opportunity to apply to the school you were too scared to apply to when you were originally looking at schools.
Now here you are, reading your acceptance letter to the Shiratorizawa Academy. Shiratorizawa is very difficult to get into and it was really hard to convince them to even let you take the entrance exam, but once they saw your scores it was an easy yes for them.
You start Shiratorizawa tomorrow, you decided it was time to reach back out to Seijoh and say your final goodbyes. You texted Iwaizumi and asked him to meet, just him. Iwaizumi was quick to say yes and was over to your house in ten. You answered the door and immediately hugged him, you secretly missed him the most. You two were quite close before everything because he was Oikawa’s best friend after all.
Iwaizumi- Y/N its good to see you again. How are you? Shittykawa is an absolute dumbass and I’m sorry for what he did. The team has shunned him since it happened. None of support him and his decision.
You- Iwa he’s your best friend, I know were friends, but you can still be friends with him. I know you were his friend first. Plus, I actually asked you hear to tell you to let the team know I’m really going to miss them, and I hope you all keep working hard. I am doing something for myself to help me heal. I’m transferring schools. So you guys don’t have to choose between us.
Iwaizumi- You’re transferring schools? Where? And we all still want to be your friends and in your life too.
You- Were all still friends, you guys can text me and we can still all hang out anytime. I just need some time to adjust to my new school.
Iwa stayed and you guys hung out for a couple hours before he went home.
-Timeskip to next day (Monday)-
Today you started your new school. The day went by quickly and was quite smooth. You even made a few friends. This new start made you happy. It was just what you needed. On your way out you heard the noise, the noise you loved so much. The noise you’ve missed for the past few weeks. You unconsciously found yourself walking toward the sound of sneakers squeaking and balls hitting the floor. Without realizing it you found yourself outside the volleyball gym, and couldn’t help but peak in. You watched awed by the team in at work in front of you.
Tendo- Hey, are you a fangirl?
Tendo came up behind you startling you. Jumping you turned to face to face with the red hair boy.
You- Oh no, sorry. I’m actually new here. I was really close to the volleyball team at my old school and unconsciously followed the sound here. Sorry.
Tendo- Well it’s great to meet you. I’m Satori Tendo third year, middle blocker.
You- Oh Yea!! You’re that really awesome guess blocker, right? Your blocks are like scary accurate. I’ve always wanted to see you up close. I’ve seen you play but to be up close is something totally different.
Tendo- Wow, thank you. Why don’t you come in and watch… um?
You- Y/n L/N, third year as well.
With that Tendo led you in and you watched practice. After practice Tendo introduced the team to you. They were pretty intimidating at first but they slowly got to know you and they were actually quite nice. You ended up hanging out with them all the time. Slowly you lost touch with the Seijoh players, not intentionally but everyone was busy and you guys hadn’t seen each other in months. Besides you were very busy, Tendo kept the whole team on there toes.
One day you finally told the team everything and explained why you switched schools. They were all there for you and it only made there hatred for Oikawa stronger. Slowly you found yourself healing and even possibly falling in love again.
You were watching the team practice, currently they were on a break.
Tendo- So, are you going to tell him?
You- What are you talking about Tendo?
Tendo- You know exactly what I’m talking about.
You- I really don’t.
Tendo- Its obvious (to me at least) that you like him. You should tell him.
You- >Flustered< Huh? What are you talking about? Confess to who?
Tendo- Wakatoshi-kun duh.
You- >Your face is now beet red< I do NOT have a crush on Ushiwaka. Besides he wants to focus on volleyball and doesn’t have time for dating; which I TOTALLY respect.
Tendo- I mean honestly doesn’t hurt to try. You never know he might just make an exception to date you. After all he totally likes you back. Show that Oikawa dude you don’t need him anymore.
You- What are you talking about?
Tendo- Ushijima is my best friend, I know him better than anyone. I can read him like a book. He may seem stoic and emotionless, but he likes you trust me.
You- Fine, fine I’ll do it. I mean he at least deserves to know how I feel. He’s been nothing but good to me and he deserves the truth.
After practice you pulled Ushijima to the side.
Ushiwaka- Hello Y/N. Did you need something?
You- Yes actually. Listen before I say this I don’t want it to ruin our friendship. You are very important to me Ushiwaka. Promise it won’t ruin things, please.
Ushiwaka- Okay, I promise. Now what is it?
You- I know you want to focus on volleyball, and I respect and support that one hundred percent. I know how important a career in volleyball is to you, but graduation is quickly approaching and before we leave I want you to know… Ushijima I have feelings for you… I like you… in more than a friend way.
Silence filled the space between you, causing you to become super flustered and nervous.
You- I totally get it and I hope this doesn’t ruin anything. I just wanted to be honest with you. I…
Ushiwaka- Y/N, I believe I like you as well. As more than a friend. Would you consider going on a date with me?
You and Tendo at the same time- YES!!!
You- AHHHH! Tendo!!! What are you doing here?
Tendo- I couldn’t not come see my two best friends finally get together. And its all thanks to my amazing advice.
You- More like you crazy persistence. >You all laugh at that<
That weekend you and Ushijima went on your date, which went amazing. It was everything you could have dreamed of and more. He was a total gentleman. After the date Ushijima asked you to officially be his and of course you said yes.
-Time Skip 2 weeks-
You were hanging out with Tendo, Ushijima, Semi, Goshiki, and Shirabu (though he was dragged here by Semi and Goshki). The rest of the team was suppose to meet you guys in an hour or so for a date turned whole team hang out (thanks to Tendo). You guys were hanging in the park when you hear someone calling your name. You look up to see most of the Seijoh volleyball team.
Oikawa- Hey, Y/N could we um talk? Please?
The team tried to talk but you cut them off.
You- Sure.
You stepped off to the side with Oikawa while the others started talking amongst themselves.
You- What is it Oikawa?
Oikawa- It’s been a while… how are you?
You- I’m fine. How are you?
Oikawa- I’m doing okay, I guess. Really miss you though. You transferred to Shiratorizawa?
You- Yes.
Oikawa- That’s cool. I know it was you first choice for schools, but you didn’t think you’d make it. Glad to see you prove yourself wrong.
You- Thank you. Now what did you want Oikawa?
Oikawa- I wanted to apologize for everything. You were so good to me and you didn’t deserve what I did to you. >He reaches out and brushes your arm<
You quickly pull back from him.
You- Oikawa, thank you and I accept your apology but please don’t. We are through, done for good.
Oikawa- Please Y/N one chance that’s all I ask.
You- Oikawa I… I can’t I have a boyfriend.
As if on cue Ushijima walked over and wrapped his arm around you.
Ushijima- Oikawa
Oikawa- (directed at Ushijima) Ushiwaka…(directed at you) you’re dating him… aren’t you Y/N?
You- Yes, he’s everything I ever dreamed of and more. Sorry Oikawa. Hope you find happiness one day. Sorry, that’s just not me.
Oikawa- I understand… Also Ushiwaka, hurt her and I will personally kick your ass, got it? Don’t make the same mistake as me. Cherish her and hold her close.
After that you all returned to the group. You informed everyone that you and Ushijima were dating. Everyone continued catching up before parting ways. After everything you and Ushijima walked to his house together.
On the walk out of no where Ushijima blurts
Ushiwaka- I love you.
You- You what ?
You ask as you stop in your tracks. Ushijima turns grabs your hands looks you in the eyes and says it again.
Ushiwaka- I love you Y/N.
You- I… I love you too Ushi.
You guys continued home. Honestly, Oikawa really hurt you but in some ways you had to thank him. Without him you may never have found your way to the love of your life.
**A/N: This took me 3 plus hours to do. Also if you see this posted on @animereactsbybkemk its okay!!**
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cockwarming one (1) ushijima wakatoshi in the bathtub. <3
y’all aren’t doin’ anything but kissin’. maybe a few whispers here n there. his wet, soapy hand rubbing slow circles in the small of your back. you peppering sweet kisses along his jawline where the tiniest bit of stubble is starting to grow, tickling the plush of your lips. a content sigh leaves his lips. ushijima wishes he could stay there forever. the pressure of the jets is doing wonders on his body, the water is constantly heated. you even took the time to light up a few candles.
the setting is perfect. the moment is perfect. he wants this memory engrained in his brain forever, actually.
“you tired, ‘toshi?”, you asked, studying his face.
he shook his head. “no. i’m just glad to be able to hold you like this.”
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Ushijima YN:
Measuring Up to Your Twin Ushijima Wakatoshi
Ushijima Wakatoshi featuring Shiratorizawa x Ushijima YN (Fem! Reader)
Warnings: angst to fluff, reader is self-concious, Toshi is a soft boi
A/N: This is an Anon request!
The great Ushijima YN
Has a nice ring to it doesn't it?
Too bad you never hear it 😔
That's right, you are part of the Stoic Ushijima family
Your older twin brother being one, Ushijima Wakatoshi
The star of Shiratorizawa 🌟
We love that for him 👏🏻
Ever since you've been little, you're older brother had always outshined you
Especially in sports
He is left handed, you were right
He was taller than you, stronger than you and commanded attention whenever he walked into a room
It got old and fast
But being the good sister you were, you always just put up with it 😕
You knew your brother was immensely talented and how he loved Volleyball
You too loved the sport
That's why you were the captain of the Shiratorizawa girls volleyball team 🏐
And you worked hard for that title YN 👏🏻
You were the teams ace and a star player in your own right!
However, you could never seem to manage up to your brother
"YN, you could have made that. If your brother had hit that, he would have made that"- coach yells
"YN! That ball was out again, maybe you should ask your brother for some pointers"- coach yelled again
"YN is a good captain but it's obvious who got the skills in the Ushijima family"- your fellow teammate said
It hurt, and I mean REALLY hurt hearing those things
However you kept a stern, stoic face
You knew you weren't as good as your brother but you sure weren't bad
Unfortunately, consistent criticism wears on a person 🥲
And eventually it all boils over
You're only human YN and you can only ly take so much
So after a devastating loss during the prelims, you arrived at school in a somber mood
Of course, Tendou, Semi, Reon and Yamagata were waiting at your locker for you
They were always looking to cheer you up
Unfortunately their plans were derailed by one small comment
You put your books in your locker as a teammate walks by you
This particular teammate had always been jealous of your status as captain
"I can't believe we lost in the prelims! Yn really blew it. She will never be as good as her brother is. She should just give up now"
Tendou, Semi, Reon and Yamagata all look at each other then to you
They can see tears welling in your eyes
"YN hey ignore them-" Semi says
"Yeah YN, you are just as awesome as Wakatoshi"- Tendou adds
"YN it was a team effort so don't blame yourself"- Reon
Unfortunately the words sunk in and you were already in too deep
You look up at your friends, tears streaming down your face and nod
You quickly turn, running away as fast as you can before the full water works start
You managed to avoid everyone for the rest of the day, including Wakatoshi
Tendou and Semi had told Wakatoshi what had happened
He was upset that you were upset
I'm assuming it's a twin thing 😅
Unfortunately he couldn't find you all day, so he decided he would try to find you before practice
You had to return your key to the coach so you decided to go after school
You sat in the gym, thinking about all the good and bad times
Unfortunately the bad times filled your head and you begin to cry again 😢
While walking to practice, Reon happened to hear crying coming from the girls gym
He peeked his head in and saw you
Mans ran 🏃♂️ to the gym to get Ushijima
Ushijima was warming up but the moment he heard his sister was crying, he got up and left
Tendou 👉🏻🖐🏻👁⭕️👁🖐🏻
"Wow he never leaves practice"- Shirabu says
"His sister needs him"- Semi adds
Ushijima went to the gym and found you sittting
"YN are you ok?"- Wakatoshi asks
"Oh Toshi, yeah sorry"- you say quickly getting up and wiping your eyes off
"YN Tendou and Semi told me what your teammate said earlier"- Wakatoshi said
You look down at your feet and mumble
"It's true"
Wakatoshi is so confused 🤨
"Whats true YN?"- Wakatoshi
"You're better at me at everything Toshi. I'll never be able to beat you"- you say, now crying again
Without prompt, Wakatoshi comes up to you and pulls you into a bear hug
You 👉🏻 🧍♀️ 😳
Wakatoshi 👉🏻 🫂 😐
Tendou 👉🏻🥺🥲
Kawanishi 👉🏻 📱
Goshiki 👉🏻🥺😫
Semi 👉🏻 looking for the entire Shiratorizawa team 🤣
"YN you are an amazing captain. You can talk to your team without hesitation. You are nice and sweet and encouraging. I'm not any of those things"- Wakatoshi says
You 👉🏻🥺
"Plus you are amazing at volleyball. Not many people can compete wirh me YN and you stay late to practice with me whenever I need someone"- Wakatoshi, still hugging you
You 👉🏻🥺😭
"Also you are the beat sister I could ever ask for"- Wakatoshi says
Finishing on a strong note 🤧
At this point, if you aren't a puddle YN istg-
"Thank you Toshi. You are the best big brother ever"- you hugging your brother back 🥰
At this point, the gallery has made themselves known
Tendou and Goshiki are running up to you both, crying erratically
You and Wakatoshi 👉🏻😐😐 🫂
"I got it all on Video YN if you ever need a copy"- Kawanishi
"What the hell! Will you idiots get back to practice???"- Semi comes in yelling
"What do you say YN? I could use some good compition"- Wakatoshi
Goshiki 👉🏻 🧍♂️ 👁💧👄💧👁
You nod as you head back to the gym with your brother and Shiratorizawa 🥰
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