lemonsharkzz69

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Mood/Inspo Boards

These are the mood/inspo boards for a fic i have been writing. i love canva.

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it's not like ushijima wakatoshi to get jealous over anything, but the one time you heavily suspect he does...

"oh? you jealous?"

your tall hunk of a boyfriend stares you down with a mild crease between his eyebrows. you stare back just as intensely with a dopey grin, waiting for an admission from your ever-stoic boyfriend.

it's not everyday you get to see him react like this, so you practically jump the opportunity.

you watch tentatively as he brings up a hand to his chest, clutching his shirt as his gaze drops to the ground — expression stoned not much unlike a rock as he contemplates your words. he never fails to look so serious.

"...am i?"

the blatant confusion on his face couldn't be any more funnier, and you had to stifle your laugh into your hand lest you hurt his feelings.

you really should've known better — of course he wouldn't know what to call it even if it slapped him in the face. we were talking about the guy who went up to you during a random tuesday and confessed that he had an constant urge to kiss you, and innocently asked if you knew anything about it like he was inquiring about homework.

(for an entire week before you officially got together, you had to convince him that no — you were most definitely not hypnotizing him.)

"you're such an idiot, you know?" you nudge his side teasingly, leaning your weight against him as you struggle to keep your giggles at bay.

your hulk of a boyfriend is way too adorable sometimes.

"i'm not quite sure what jealousy feels like. my apologies."

you grimace a bit at his response, now hyper-aware of the way his athletic body feels against your side.

he's never had to be jealous of anything because everyone else is busy being jealous of him!

you pout at him, before poking his side. softly, of course. you might break a finger or two if you went any harder.

you turn back to the matter at hand before it completely derails — you need full details on this rare side of him. "well, what did it feel like when you saw me talking to that guy?"

ushijima takes a moment before his eyes clear up.

"something felt weird here," he gently patted the spot over his heart and your eyes widen in surprise, pulling away to look at him more firmly. "like it got pinched. it didn’t hurt physically, but it made me... sad."

your heart clenches, hard. you swear you heard it crack within your chest too. oh my god. it was one hundred percent your fault! no questions asked!

you reach out to his arms as your eyes turn glassy, "oh, baby. i'm so sor —"

"my muscles contracted by themselves too, like how it feels when i want to hit a spike."

... ha?

your eyes nearly fall out of their sockets. the romantic air disperses in a matter of miliseconds, crashing down to earth.

a spike?!

well, good thing you kept the conversation short, or else that guy would've had his head blown off...?! what the hell...

you sweat profusely at his profound statement, "n-next time you feel bothered by something like that, make sure you approach me first before doing anything, okay?" for safety purposes!

"alright," ushijima pauses, as if there's something else he wants to say, contemplating it for a few moments before speaking up again. "i don't like feeling jealous. is that a bad thing?"

reallyyyyy such a baby. your baby.

"i'm really sorry for making you feel that way, toshi," leaning up on your tippy toes, you coerce him to lean down into your hold — placing a chaste kiss to his cheek. "you do know that you're the only one i have eyes for, yes?"

he nods affirmatively, like an obedient child heeding their parents' words like it's gospel.

"you trust me, right?"

another truthful nod of approval. you sigh in utter relief as you let him go for him to resume his practice, satisfied at how you were able to prevent a major crisis from occurring.

"i will make sure to consult you first before spiking."

you feel a tear form.

"toshi — baby, no —"

oh yes */smirks deviously

[lemonsharkzz69]

Hiiii I might make this into a short series so lemme know if I should lol

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Ushijima Wakatoshi was a simple man to understand. He followed a strict routine everyday. 5 am wake up, then after a simple breakfast of a banana and protein shake he ran. 6 am take a shower, 6:30 am eat an actual breakfast. 7 am leave for school. 7:10 am arrive at your dorm to walk with you to class. 7:30 class begins.

It was the same every morning. And he wouldn’t change it for the world. Ushijima was a simple man.

He didn’t notice the longing glances and whispers of a touch between you and him. He didn’t notice the way your cheeks would flush after he complimented how your hair had looked. He didn’t notice the whispers when you guys would walk down the hallways. He wasn’t a dumb person, the opposite actually. He was just… oblivious. Simple, even.

Ushijima’s simpleness all came tumbling down one day. He was on his way to your dorm on a Friday night to study. He had stopped at the store and picked out your favorite drink and grabbed some snacks for the long night ahead of you. He knocked softly at the door and heard no response. He knocked again. This time to see a strange man open the door.

“Uh.. hello?” The strange man said looking Ushijima up and down.

Suddenly a heat rushed over his chest. He has never felt like this before. This strange feeling in his chest.. was he dying? No. He was perfectly healthy, it had to be something else.

“Is y/n here?” He managed to ask with a straight face.

“Yeah she’s in the shower want me to leave a message for her?” The stranger asked.

“Yeah tell her Wakatoshi came by” he felt upset by the disruption to his routine. But not only that, he was upset that there was a stranger in y/n dorm? No that was weird why would he care who y/n is friends with?

“Oh you’re the Ushijima Wakatoshi I keep hearing about!” Ushijima was taken aback by this. Y/n talked about him?

“I assume so. Sorry for interrupting your visit here. Nice to meet you.” And before the stranger could answer Ushijima had walked away.

Ushijima hasn’t seen you since the mystery man in your dorm room incident. He tried to talk to you the following Monday but for some reason, his heart felt heavy and his legs turned to stone. Metaphorically of course. It was now Friday once again, however Ushijima had no plans to go to your dorm. He had just finished showering after the gym when he heard a knock on his door.

He walked over and opened it. It was you.

“You’ve been ignoring me.”you huffed and crossed your arms.

Ushijima just stared at you. You were gorgeous. He didn’t know what to said or what to do. You were right. He has been ignoring you. He was upset and he had no idea why he was.

“Tell me why. Why have you been ignoring me?” You were starting to get frustrated and could feel your face flushing in anger.

He stared at you again before finally saying

“There was a man in your room last Friday.”

Your face twisted in confusion before realizing and then came the laughter.

“Why are you laughing?” Ushijima said feeling as though there was a joke told he did not understand.

“That was my brother.” You said in-between laughter then finally calming down.

Oh.

“Wakatoshi were you jealous?” You asked staring at him with curiosity.

That’s what he was feeling. He was jealous.

“Yes I think I was.” Ushijima said in a somber voice. He backed away and sat on his bed contemplating.

Ushijima had known he liked you, you were his best friend. But why was he jealous of someone else ,specifically a boy, getting your attention? Could it be that he liked you? Sure Tendo had always teased him about his “crush” on you, but it was always just that. Teasing. Could be seriously have liked you? Yes. Yes he did.

“Well you know you’re my best friend right? You never have to worry about someone else taking that position ok?” You smiled and sat next to him.

“Now are we going to study or what?” You asked.

Ushijima knew now he was absolutely smitten with you and had no clue how to handle it.

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ushijima feels like he can’t get to you fast enough.

the final whistle has barely echoed through the gym when his eyes find you in the stands—already standing, already smiling, like you’ve been waiting for this moment just as long as he has. the crowd is loud, people moving everywhere, teammates clapping him on his back, but none of it registers because you’re the only thing he’s moving towards.

your face lights up when you see him heading your way, and you start weaving through the edge of the court. he meets you halfway, and before he can say anything—before he can think of anything worth saying—you throw your arms around his neck.

he grunts softly as he catches you, big hands steadying your waist like you’re the most natural thing he’s ever held. you hug him tight, nose buried in the damp crook of his neck, all sunshine and love and joy that you know he doesn’t quite know what to do with.

“you were so good,” you whisper, pulling back just enough so you can look him in the eye. “like, stupidly good. i was yelling so much i think my throat gave up on me.”

ushijima blinks, dazed from the affection, but there’s something warm flickering behind his eyes.

“you yell even when i’m bad,” he says.

“that’s because i love you either way,” you reply without missing a beat, and press your mouth to his like it’s instinct, like it’s something you’ve wanted to do since his first serve of the match. it’s a little clumsy, but it makes his hands grip your waist just a little tighter.

when you finally pull away, noses bumping, he blinks again: flushed and terribly in love. the faintest curve tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“i thought you didn’t like to be so… public,” he says, voice low.

“i don’t,” you say, pecking his lips again, “but i’ll make an exception for you.”

ushijima kisses you again, and thinks, you’re mine. you’re my exception, too.

#5. throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips. (for @mahowaga because ushijima wakatoshi seems to follow her wherever she goes.)

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Tw: angst I think?? And discussion of pregnancy and pregnancy in general

Also I think this counts as hurt/comfort or at least angst kinda to fluff or at least a happy ending anyways enjoy my first work here :D

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You are sat on the couch staring blankly at the wall when you hear the door creak open. You don’t turn or react to the sound. You already know who it is, it is your husband. Your hands shake around the tiny box in your hands.

Your husband makes his way across the room to you taking your shaky hands in his before gently kissing your knuckles. He knows words fail for now, but appears as though he’s contemplating how to form a sentence of comfort.

“I’m late. Not me, my period. It’s never late it’s always on time. Every 21 days my period starts at 3:15 p.m. but it’s not here yet.” Tears begin to fill your eyes. You and your husband have tried for so long to have a baby.

You stare down at the box that holds a pregnancy test. The box hasn’t been open yet, and there’s still a plastic film over it. You feel your husband’s lips grace your forehead.

“What if… what if I am pregnant this time? I don’t want to get our hopes up, but what if Shouta?” Your hands stop shaking as much and your husband sighs before taking a deep breath.

“Then we will face whatever it is we are about to face. But we have to know first.” He gently lifts you off the couch and walks to the kitchen. He pulls a glass out of the cabinet and fills it with water and exactly three ice cubes. Just the way you like it. He slides the water over to you and tells you to drink it softly. Your lips hesitantly take a sip before gulping the water down. You didn’t realize how thirsty you were until you took a sip.

“Now, do you want me to be with you when you take the test or do you want to be alone?” Your husband asks softly gently holding your hands. You ponder for a second before responding. “I want you there for it.” He then guides you to the bathroom where you take the test.

Then comes the hard part, the waiting. Even though it only took three minutes for the test to be complete, those three minutes felt like hours. You sat on the bathroom floor with Shouta as you waited. You grab his hand and draw circles on his knuckles with your thumb.

You’ve always done that when you’re anxious, but he never seemed to mind it.

After what felt like an eternity the timer went off and you knew it was time to look at the test. Your husband stood up and grabbed the test while you remained seated on the floor hoping the test would be positive.

You could hear your husband’s laughter and looked up to see a tear roll down his face. He handed the test to you. Two lines. You were pregnant. You jumped up and hugged your husband desperately, tears of joy now rushing down your face. He kissed your cheek before kissing you for real. Once you broke apart he had a grin so wide it could encompass the universe.

“We’re going to be parents.” You whispered to him.

“Yeah we are.” He whispered back before gently kissing you once again.

authors note: thank you for reading my first fanfic posted on here!! Sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes I didn’t have anyone read it but yolo! Byeeee