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*Temporary Hiatus Notice*

Hello, everyone.

I’ve received a few DM / asks asking about upcoming updates and new posts, and I truly appreciate the support. It means a lot to see that my content is being enjoyed, especially as I’ve noticed an increase in likes / reblogs recently—thank you for that!

However, I’m sorry to share that I won’t be able to post updates in the near future. While I usually prefer to keep delicate matters separate from this account, I feel it’s important to explain that my mother was recently diagnosed with cancer. This has been a difficult time for my family, and as a result, I haven’t been in the right mindset to write.

That said, I do promise to do my best to return when I can. Thank you for your understanding, for enjoying my writing, and for your support—it truly means a lot to me.

I didn’t really like the idea of posting this but i kinda feel like i should give an explanation to my disappearance and that *hopefully* wont be for ever.

Wishing you all the best, an in a current “hiatus” state, Ryu.

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Kita x reader | teen pregnancy. pt 1 the news.

Synopsis. a teen pregnancy storie between kita and a reader.

wc. idk | genre. angst to fluff |cw/tags. angst to fluff, teen pregnancy mentions, etc.

teen pregnancy series masterlist here!

NOTE: Lately, I’ve been rereading Love is an Illusion by Fargo—a series that meant a lot to my 15-year-old, friendless self and Kita’s parts in my story will be heavily inspired by it. Fargo gave me a vision, and I’m going with it. Of course, it won’t be 100% like Love is an Illusion, but I’m drawing inspiration from it for a few key conflicts. Just wanted to let everyone know!

general headcanons:

╭⋅We know kita was raised by his grandma so he def. was raised with a very traditional mindset, giving him a strong sense of responsibility, ╭⋅The moment Kita finds out about the pregnancy, he’s all in. His sense of responsibility kicks in, and he’s committed to the idea of making things work, no matter what it takes. His decision to marry isn’t rushed or impulsive—he truly believes it’s the only way to handle the situation properly, it’s not a question of if, it’s a question of how. ╭⋅Also sees marriage as a natural step when you’re in a relationship, and even more so when a child is involved. To him, it’s about ensuring that the family unit is stable and that everyone is taken care of. ╭⋅He is the type of person who remains calm in any situation, but this can be overwhelming for someone like you, since he tends to approach problems with logic and practicality which can make him seem distant when you just want emotional reassurance. ╭⋅Despite this, Kita genuinely believes he’s doing what’s best for you, and it takes time for him to understand that maybe u might need more from him than just steady support. ╭⋅Even with his sometimes cold demeanor, Kita has a surprisingly strong paternal instinct. The idea of becoming a father and raising his child with you is something he takes very seriously. While he’s calm, you can tell by his actions that he’s preparing himself for the long haul, making sure everything is in place for their future. ╭⋅I also feel or want to headcanon that kita’s grandmother raised him with the belief that family is everything, so he is fiercely protective of those he cares about, and while he’s not overbearing, he has a way of quietly supporting you through everything.

You sat on the edge of the school rooftop, legs tucked to your chest, eyes glued to the horizon. The wind ruffled your uniform, and the faint sounds of students below felt distant, like they belonged to a different world.

Because right now, your world was crumbling.

The pregnancy test was still in your bag. As if you needed to see it again to believe it.

Positive.

Your breath hitched. How the hell did this happen?! Well, okay, obviously, you knew how, but�� you and Kita had always been careful. Sure, sometimes things got heated, and sure, Kita was frustratingly good at making you lose your mind, but still—how did it end up like this?

Your hands clenched around the fabric of your skirt. This is a nightmare.

"(Y/N)."

Your body tensed at the familiar voice. Heavy footsteps. The scrape of the door closing behind him.

Kita.

You didn’t turn around, but you knew he was already beside you, his presence as steady as ever.

"You missed lunch," he said simply.

Your stomach twisted. You bit your lip, keeping your eyes on the sky. "Wasn’t hungry."

A pause. Then—

"You're lying."

Your jaw clenched. Of course, he could tell. Kita never pried. He never pushed. But he also never let things slide, not when it came to you.

A warm hand settled on the top of your head, his fingers brushing through your hair in that absentminded way he always did when he knew you were upset. Usually, it calmed you down. Today, it just made your heart ache.

You swallowed hard. “Kita…”

"Hm?"

Your hands trembled. The words caught in your throat, tangled and suffocating.

How do you even say something like this?

Your chest felt tight. You gritted your teeth, then blurted out, "I’m pregnant."

Silence.

The wind howled between you, rustling the rooftop fence.

Slowly, you turned your head to look at him. Kita’s face was unreadable, his sharp golden eyes locked onto yours, unwavering.

Then, he exhaled. "I see."

…That was it?

Your stomach twisted. "That’s all you have to say?"

Kita hummed thoughtfully. Then, with a tone as steady as ever, he said, "We’ll get married."

Your brain short-circuited. "HUH?"

His expression didn’t waver. "We’ll get married," he repeated, as if he were just stating a fact. "I’ll talk to my grandma first. Then we’ll tell to your parents."

Your jaw dropped. "Are you insane?!"

Kita blinked, confused. "No."

You gawked at him. "Kita, we’re still in high school! You’re just—just deciding this on your own?!"

His brows furrowed slightly. "What’s there to decide?"

You wanted to scream. How could he be so calm about this?! Your entire world was falling apart, and he was acting like you’d just told him you forgot your umbrella.

"You don’t—!" You inhaled sharply, trying to steady yourself. "You don’t have to do this out of obligation."

Kita frowned. "It ain’t obligation. It’s responsibility."

"You don’t even seem shocked!"

He gave you a long, considering look. Then, with infuriating calm, he said, "Well… I had a feeling."

You nearly choked. "A feeling?!"

Kita nodded. "You've been getting dizzy. Your appetite’s been weird. And you stopped wanting coffee."

Your eye twitched. "That doesn’t mean I’m pregnant!"

Kita just shrugged. "Still figured I’d prepare myself for the possibility."

Oh. Oh, my God.

This was so Kita. Of course he’d already processed this before you even knew. Of course he’d seen all the signs, analyzed them, and just waited for you to come to him.

Your entire body trembled, overwhelmed with frustration, panic, and the unbearable weight of reality crashing down on you. Your breath hitched. "I-I can’t do this," you whispered.

Kita finally moved closer, his hand cupping the back of your head, pulling you forward until your forehead rested against his chest. His heart was steady, strong, unshaken.

"You're not alone," he murmured. "I got you."

Your fingers curled into his uniform. "But…" Your voice was barely a whisper. "Do you even love me?"

Kita exhaled through his nose, his fingers threading through your hair.

"Love ain't just words, (Y/N)," he said. "It's action. And I'll spend the rest of my life proving it to you."

Your chest tightened.

This was really happening.

And Kita Shinsuke was not letting go.

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Denji x reader | silly first time kisses.

Takes place before you met aki and power but pochita is already part of your life.

Pairings: Denji x reader |genre. fluff !|cw/tags. fluff, first kiss! Slight nudity mention but nothing serious or nsfw rated!

You and Denji weren’t officially a couple—never had a conversation about it, no grand confessions or formalities. You didn’t even think about what it meant to be someone’s “boyfriend” or “girlfriend.” The two of you just were, surviving side by side in the same crumbling world.

It had been a long, exhausting day of devil hunting with Denji and Pochita. Your bodies ached, and your minds were clouded with fatigue as the three of you trudged back to the tiny shed you called home. Along the way, Denji stumbled across an old, beaten-up box tossed by the roadside.

“Jackpot!” he exclaimed, hauling the box into his arms. Pochita barked excitedly, though you were already suspicious. Denji always got overly excited about things like this—half the time, the “treasures” he found were just junk.

When you got back to the shed, Denji set the box down with a triumphant grin. “Let’s see what we scored today!”

He tore it open, only to freeze mid-motion, his face turning a deep shade of red. You frowned, leaning closer. “What’s in there?”

“N-Nothin’ important!” Denji yelped, slamming the box shut and scrambling to shield it with his body.

You raised an eyebrow. “C’mon, Denji. What is it? Another broken toaster? A pile of expired coupons?”

“No! Just—just don’t look!” he stammered, holding the box tightly.

That only made you more curious. You darted forward, grabbing one of the items sticking out of the side. Denji tried to stop you, but it was too late. You held up the glossy magazine in your hands, staring at the cover in confusion.

“…What is this?” you asked, tilting your head. The cover was covered in bold, colorful letters, but it was the half-naked woman posing suggestively that really caught your attention.

Denji practically lunged at you. “D-Don’t look at that, y/n! It’s not for you!”

“Why not?” you asked, dodging him easily. “What even is this? Is it, like… art?”

Denji groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “No, it’s not art! It’s… It’s adult stuff, okay? You’re not supposed to see it!”

That made you laugh. “Why not? You’re looking at it!”

“I’m a guy! It’s different!” Denji retorted, his face still beet red.

That only made you more determined to figure out what was so special about the magazine. You flipped it open, your curiosity outweighing any embarrassment you might’ve felt. The images inside made your eyes widen slightly, and you let out a small laugh. “Is this what you get all flustered about? It’s just pictures of people without clothes on!”

Denji groaned again, practically curling into himself. “Y-You don’t get it! This is… this is private stuff, okay? You shouldn’t be lookin’ at it!”

You couldn’t help but tease him. “Private, huh? You’re the one who brought it into our shed, genius.”

Denji opened his mouth to argue but froze when you held up one of the pages, pointing at a particularly ridiculous pose. “Do people really look like this when they’re… y’know?”

His blush deepened, and he avoided your gaze. “I mean… sometimes? I dunno! How should I know?”

You grinned, enjoying the rare sight of Denji being flustered. “Wait… Have you ever done anything like this before?”

“Wh-what kind of question is that?!” Denji yelped, practically choking on his words.

“I’m serious!” you said, leaning closer to him. “You’re always acting like you know everything, but I don’t think you’ve ever even kissed anyone, have you?”

Denji spluttered, his ears turning bright red. “O-Of course I have! I mean… probably. Maybe. Okay, no, I haven’t, but who cares?!”

You couldn’t stop laughing, the tension between you breaking in an instant. “You’re such a dork, Denji,” you said, setting the magazine aside.

He frowned, looking both embarrassed and a little offended. “Well, have you?”

That shut you up. You hesitated, suddenly feeling shy. “…No. But that’s different!”

“Oh, yeah? How’s it different?” Denji challenged, leaning closer.

“Because…” you trailed off, struggling to come up with a reason.

Denji smirked, clearly enjoying the rare moment of you being the flustered one. “See? You got nothin’.”

You rolled your eyes, but before you could come up with a comeback, Denji did something that completely caught you off guard—he leaned in and kissed you.

It was quick and awkward, your noses bumping together and his lips slightly chapped, but it made your heart race all the same.

When he pulled back, his face was as red as yours felt. “There,” he mumbled. “Now neither of us can say we haven’t kissed anyone.”

You stared at him for a moment before breaking into a wide grin. “That was… terrible.”

“Hey!” Denji protested, his voice cracking. “Gimme a break! It was my first time!”

You laughed, leaning in to kiss him again—this time, slower, softer. It still wasn’t perfect, but it felt right.

When you finally pulled away, Denji was grinning like an idiot, his usual cocky attitude back. “Guess we’re even now, huh?”

“Guess so,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder as Pochita barked happily, wagging his tail.

And in that moment, with the magazines forgotten and the world outside your shed fading away, everything felt a little less broken.

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Goshiki Tsutomu x Reader Fic Recs!!(Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad)

Haikyuu! Fic Rec Masterlist

Shiratorizawa Fic Rec Masterlist

Aspiring Ace✨ by orphan_account (oneshot, fluff) You overhear the cute guy in your class boasting about his skills in volleyball and decide to pay him a visit during his practice.[COMPLETED]

Mushroom Stew✨ by deltachye ( fluff) To make a wholesome mushroom stew, what did he need? Love and you.[COMPLETED]

you’re my type✨ by thvlia (orphan_account) (fluff) Alright, so you like making boys blush. but who doesn't want to be a cool, charming senpai? no one gets quite as flustered for you as goshiki, though.[COMPLETED]

My Pain is Yours {Goshiki Tsutomu x reader}✨by  GhostiMoth (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff) You had no idea who your soulmate was, and had little interest in meeting them, as your eyes were already on one person. Goshiki was in a similar position.[COMPLETED]

No Need to Impress✨ by @lostcoves (oneshot, fluff) goshiki, in essence, was a try hard.[COMPLETED]

star-crossed by @pin-k-ink (oneshot, fluff, lil suggestive) The volleyball team watched with knowing smiles and barely contained laughter as Goshiki, a wide-eyed first-year student, fell head over heels for you, the team's beloved manager.[COMPLETED]

Goshikix F! reader(Ponyo au!) by @chimielie (oneshot, fluff) you fall in love with a human boy and then move mountains to find him again.[COMPLETED]

Modern Day Love Notes by @whatisreggieshortfor (oneshot, fluff) I love you. You stared at the text for an obscene amount of time.[COMPLETED]

Goshiki x reader by @somethinginthethunder (oneshot, fluff) Goshiki has been pining after you for years, but the more he thinks about it, the more hopeless he becomes.[COMPLETED]

Date and Allergies by @ohkiyo (oneshot, fluff)“I didn’t know he has a girlfriend”(Just Goshiki's senpai's following the both of you on you date.)[COMPLETED]

After the Match by kisala10 (oneshot, fluff) “Goshiki!” you called him as you ran towards the members. You stopped behind them as they all turned their attention to you. You looked up to Goshiki who seemed to be confused over your sudden appearance.[COMPLETED]

soultied✨ by mrsmilkbread (oneshot, angstttt, fluff) Goshiki planned to ask Y/N the big question. He had an entire night planned to make the proposal perfect: a date to the movies, followed by a candlelit outdoor picnic, and at this picnic, their lives would change forever.[COMPLETED]

On And Off The Ice/tumblr✨ by @liillyliilly/ liillyliilly (oneshot, fluff) Goshiki felt a blush creep onto his face. She confused him, but also thrilled him in the best possible ways.[COMPLETED]

Crybaby by deltachye (oneshot, unrequited crush) he's round around the edges. it's probably why he feels his feelings so, so much.[COMPLETED]

She- (Goshiki x reader) by orphan_account (oneshot, fluff) In which Goshiki falls for a girl at his school.[COMPLETED]

angels go to frat parties/tumblr✨ by @yukimiyaz/tatesu (oneshot, slight suggestive parts, fluff) Goshiki Tsutomu wouldn't like to believe he's an inherently stupid man. But, if he's being completely honest with himself, he's not sure what else he could call it after falling for the angel of a person his friend (and former ace) always brings to their frat parties.[COMPLETED]

4 A.M. by orphan_account (oneshot, fluff, comfort) lord give me one more chance / kore ga saigo kashira / lord give me one more chance / dounika shitai no.[COMPLETED]

Goshiki x reader by @toomanygoldfish (oneshot, fluff) "Don′t wanna sleep 'cause we��re dreaming out loud".[COMPLETED]

Hand Mixer by @kodzuken-pie (oneshot, fluff) “Hey babe? Have you seen the hand mixer?” “Why would you want to mix your hands?”.[COMPLETED]

delighted by @t-horn-n (oneshot, fluff)[COMPLETED]

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Dating you for a bet | pt.2 Oikawa ending.

Check out for pt1 here! | Matssun Ending

It had been weeks since that night—weeks of empty hallways, stolen glances, and a deafening silence where laughter once existed. Oikawa had tried to reach out, sending texts that remained unread and leaving voicemails that went unanswered. He knew he had shattered something fragile and irreplaceable, but he wasn’t willing to let it end like this. Not without trying.

So, he waited. He watched. And when he saw you sitting alone in the courtyard during lunch, absentmindedly poking at your food, he gathered his courage and approached.

“(Y/N)-chan,” he said softly, standing a few feet away.

You tensed at the familiar voice but didn’t look up. “What do you want, Oikawa?” Your voice was steady, but he could hear the underlying hurt.

“To talk. To apologize.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

He took a shaky breath. “I know I messed up. I know I hurt you in a way that might never heal. And I swear, if I could go back and change how it all started, I would.” He hesitated before taking a step closer. “But I can’t change the past. All I can do is tell you the truth.”

For the first time, you looked up at him, your eyes guarded. “And what truth is that?”

“That I fell in love with you,” he admitted, his voice raw. “I was an idiot who treated it like a game in the beginning. But somewhere along the way, you became everything to me. The way you scrunch your nose when you’re concentrating, the way you laugh at my dumb jokes, the way you see me—not as ‘Oikawa the volleyball captain’ but as Tooru. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I threw it away.”

You swallowed hard, your heart warring with your mind. “How am I supposed to believe that?”

Oikawa pulled something out of his pocket and placed it on the bench beside you. It was a worn-out folded piece of paper. “I wrote this weeks ago but never had the courage to give it to you. Please, just read it.”

With hesitant fingers, you unfolded the letter. The handwriting was rushed but unmistakably his.

"(Y/N)-chan, I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I need you to know this: I love you. I love you in a way I never thought was possible. Every moment with you has been real. Every laugh, every touch, every time I held your hand—it wasn’t a game. It was me falling for you. And if you can never forgive me, I understand. But please, at least know that you were never just a bet to me. You were the best part of my life."

A tear slipped down your cheek before you could stop it. You wiped it away quickly, standing up. “Tooru…”

He looked at you, hopeful yet afraid. “Yeah?”

You took a deep breath before whispering, “I don’t know if I can forgive you right away. But… I do believe you.”

Oikawa let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “That’s enough for me,” he said, a small, genuine smile forming on his lips. “I’ll wait as long as it takes.”

For the first time in weeks, you let yourself smile back—just a little. “Then don’t mess it up this time.”

And with that, the cracks began to mend, one small piece at a time.

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dating you for a bet | pt.2 Matsukawa Ending

check out for pt1 here! | Oikawa's ending

It had been weeks since that night—weeks of empty hallways, stolen glances, and a deafening silence where laughter once existed. Oikawa had tried to reach out, sending texts that remained unread and leaving voicemails that went unanswered. He knew he had shattered something fragile and irreplaceable, but he wasn’t willing to let it end like this. Not without trying.

But after days of chasing, he gave up—just for a while. Maybe if he gave you space, if he stopped pressing, you’d come back to him on your own. It was the hardest thing he had ever done, but he forced himself to wait.

That’s when he started noticing Matsukawa acting strangely.

At first, he didn’t think much of it. But then there were the quick glances at his phone, the way he answered texts with uncharacteristic urgency, his rare nervous stutters. Matsukawa, of all people, blushing at something on his screen? Oikawa wasn’t stupid. He knew those signs too well.

And then there was practice—Matsukawa suddenly in a rush to leave, making excuses, slipping away earlier than usual... weird...

One afternoon, he decided to stop waiting. He was going to fix things. He was going to get you back.

That’s when he saw you—in the library, sitting across from Issei. And you were smiling. Genuinely. The kind of smile he had spent months trying to put on your face, the kind that once belonged to him.

His fists clenched. He was about to march over, to interrupt, to reclaim what was his. But before he could take a step, a firm hand grabbed his shoulder.

“Don’t,” Iwaizumi’s voice was quiet but firm.

Oikawa turned, his frustration bubbling. “Iwa-chan, let go. I need to—”

“You need to let her be happy,” Iwaizumi cut him off, his sharp eyes unwavering. “It’s mattsun's turn now.”

Oikawa swallowed, something heavy settling in his chest. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Iwaizumi sighed. “Matsun liked her even before you did. He noticed her way before you ever did, but he didn’t do anything because he thought she liked you. And now that you screwed up, he finally has a chance to make her happy. And from the looks of it… he is.”

Oikawa turned back toward the library, watching as you laughed at something Matsukawa said. The way his friend looked at you, like you were the most precious thing in the world—he had never seen Matsukawa look at anyone like that before, damn, he doesn't even think he ever looked at you like that when you were still together...

His stomach twisted, his heart sinking deeper into the abyss of his own regret. This was different from losing a game. This was losing something he could never get back.

For the first time in his life, Oikawa Tooru realized there were some things that no amount of effort could fix. And it destroyed him.

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Tsutomu Goshiki x reader | teen pregnancy series | pt.1 the news

Synopsis. a teen pregnancy storie between goshiki and reader.

wc. | genre. angst to fluff |cw/tags. angst, teen pregnancy mentions, fluff, etc. teen pregnancy series masterlists here!

general headcanons

╭⋅The moment he realizes what’s happening, he goes into full dramatic mode. His first thoughts aren’t even about responsibility or the future—it’s more like, “OH MY GOD, A BABY? ME? A DAD? WHAT IF THEY THINK I’M LAME?!” ╭⋅He starts overthinking immediately—“Do babies like volleyball? What if I spike too hard and scare them? Will they think my jump serve is cool? WHAT IF I DROP THEM?!” ╭⋅Despite panicking, he never once considers running away or avoiding the situation. He may be dramatic, but he’s loyal as hell. ╭⋅After the initial freak-out, he does a complete 180 and starts acting like he’s got it all under control—even if he clearly doesn’t... He suddenly starts reading parenting books, watching baby videos, and Googling the most ridiculous things. ⋅“Can babies eat rice balls?” ⋅“How do you hold a baby without breaking it?” ⋅“Can babies play volleyball? Asking for a friend.” ╭⋅He Over-Prepares. ⋅Buys a tiny volleyball way too early. He just knows the baby will be a prodigy. ⋅Starts saving money—he has no idea what for, but he feels like he should. ⋅Tries to eat healthier, even though he’s not the one who’s pregnant, lol. “If I’m gonna be a dad, I need to be STRONG.”

You and Goshiki had been together for about six months now. Your relationship had started as a friendship—late-night calls, study sessions, him always trying (and failing) to act cool around you. When he finally confessed, it was dramatic, loud, and completely endearing. Since then, things had been sweet—full of nervous hand-holding, awkward but sincere kisses, and him constantly trying to impress you.

But now… this was something neither of you had ever imagined.

You had been feeling off for a while—exhausted, nauseous, emotional over the tiniest things. At first, you brushed it off as stress from school and staying late to watch Goshiki’s practices. But then, the realization hit. The test confirmed it. And now, you had to tell him.

You had planned to do it after practice, maybe in your usual spot near the gym. But before you could, he found out on his own.

It happened completely by accident. You had asked him to grab something from your bag while you tied your shoe, not thinking twice about it. But when he reached inside, a small folded-up piece of paper slipped out—a doctor’s appointment confirmation. You didn’t notice at first, but when you looked up, Goshiki was standing completely still, staring at it like it was written in another language.

"Prenatal consultation."

His hands shook slightly as he read the words over and over again, his usually loud and confident energy completely gone.

“…What’s this?” His voice came out quieter than usual, almost hesitant.

Your stomach dropped. There was no backing out now.

You swallowed hard. “Goshiki… I was going to tell you. I just—”

“Wait—WAIT.” He held up a hand, as if physically trying to stop time. “This is—this is saying—does this mean—??”

You bit your lip, heart pounding. “Yeah. I’m—” You took a shaky breath. “I’m pregnant.”

Silence.

Goshiki’s face went pale, his eyes impossibly wide. Then, in an instant—

“WE’RE HAVING A BABY?!”

His voice echoed through the empty hallway, pure panic and disbelief clashing in his expression. His breathing picked up, hands still shaking slightly, his entire body stiff like he had just been hit by a truck.

“I—I’m gonna be a dad?!” He looked at you, then at the paper, then at you again, like his brain was malfunctioning. “Like—a real dad? With a real baby?! That’s—a baby? Inside you??”

You winced. “Goshiki—keep your voice down—”

He ignored that completely. “OH MY GOD. I—I CAN’T EVEN DO A JUMP SERVE PERFECTLY YET—HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO—” He gasped. “WHAT IF THE BABY THINKS I’M LAME?!”

You blinked. That’s his concern right now?

Seeing him spiral, you grabbed his hands, squeezing them tight. “Hey—breathe. Please.”

He sucked in a shaky breath, his body still tense. His mind was racing at a thousand miles per hour. He was sixteen. He was a first-year. He was supposed to be focusing on volleyball and proving himself—not this.

But then, he looked at you—really looked at you. And suddenly, his panic took a backseat to something else.

“…Are you okay?” His voice was softer this time, full of genuine concern. “I mean—how do you feel?”

You let out a slow breath. “Scared,” you admitted. “But also… I don’t know. It still doesn’t feel real.”

Goshiki swallowed hard. He still looked like he might pass out, but he straightened his shoulders, trying to pull himself together. He wasn’t the type to back down from anything—not in volleyball, not in proving himself, and certainly not in this.

He nodded, mostly to himself. “O-Okay. Okay. Then… we’re in this together.” His grip on your hands tightened. “I mean—I don’t know anything about being a dad, but—I’ll figure it out. I promise.”

You stared at him, surprised. “Just like that?”

His lips pressed into a thin line, determination taking over his panic. “Just like that.” Then, after a beat—“…Unless you don’t want me to?”

You laughed, despite everything. “Of course I do, dummy.”

Relief washed over his face, though he still looked overwhelmed. He exhaled, rubbing his face. “Holy crap. I’m gonna be a dad.” A pause. Then, almost panicked again—“Wait—DOES THIS MEAN I HAVE TO TELL USHIJIMA?!”

“…One thing at a time, Goshiki.”

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If nobody got me, I know Naruto & Haikyuu got me.

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Kageyama: my mom got me a pair of shoes I've been wanting for a while now

Hinata: you have parents?

Kageyama: how would I have been born?

Hinata: you seem like the type of person to have just spawned

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HAIKYUU!! CHAPTER 232: BATTLE LINES (click for hd ★)

[01.06] HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SHIMIZU KIYOKO!

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Normal day during pregnancy| kenma x reader

characters: kenma | wc idk | genre. pure fluff !|cw/tags. fluff, teen pregnancy, teen pregnancy series masterlists here! Synopsis. This is just a little scenario during the pregnancy, random, nothing important!

It was a cloudy Thursday morning, and the halls of Nekoma High were as busy as usual. The sound of students rushing to class filled the air, and the school bell rang, signaling the start of the next period.

You and Kenma had just finished your first class of the day, and you both were heading to the cafeteria for a quick lunch. As you walked side-by-side down the hallway, you felt the familiar discomfort of your body adjusting to the changes. You had been feeling more tired lately, and even the simplest of walks left you slightly out of breath. Kenma, who was usually absorbed in his phone, noticed you slowing down.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked quietly, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

You gave him a small smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… a little tired. I’m getting used to it.”

Kenma didn’t say anything at first, but you could see the concern on his face. His fingers twitched as though he wanted to take your hand but hesitated. He had always been a bit shy about physical affection, especially in public, but you could sense that he was more protective of you these days.

Once you reached the cafeteria, you both grabbed a tray of food, and Kenma found a quiet corner for the two of you to sit. You had always liked eating with Kenma, the calm and comfortable atmosphere, but today, your appetite felt a little off. You poked at your food, your mind wandering.

Kenma glanced at you, noticing your lack of enthusiasm for the meal. “Not hungry?” he asked, his voice soft. He wasn’t one to press, but he always noticed the small things.

You shook your head lightly. “I am, but I just don’t feel like eating much... I’ve been feeling off the last couple of days.”

Kenma nodded, though a faint frown tugged at his lips. “You should try to eat something. Even if it’s just a little bit.”

You appreciated his concern, even if he wasn’t always the best with words. He might not have been the most expressive, but you knew he cared deeply. “I’ll eat more after school. I think I just need some time to adjust.”

He nodded again and then, almost like clockwork, turned his attention back to his phone. Kenma often preferred a more subdued pace in his day, which worked well for the both of you. While you didn’t talk much during lunch, his presence was comforting.

After school, you and Kenma took the bus back to your neighborhood. You had walked most of the way home in the past, but lately, the added fatigue made it easier to take the bus (for kenma's dissmai) and he also started noticing how you seemed a little slower while getting off the bus.

“Hey, do you need a break? We can take a seat for a while before walking the rest of the way,” Kenma suggested, his voice quieter than usual as he gave you a concerned glance.

You smiled at him, grateful for his sensitivity. “I’m fine. Just a few more minutes and we’ll be there.”

Even though you were determined to keep going, you appreciated how Kenma’s quiet support seemed to surround you. He always adjusted his pace to yours, whether you were rushing or slowing down.

Once you arrived at your place, you flopped onto the couch, feeling the weight of the day catch up with you. Your lower back ached slightly, and your feet felt sore after a full day at school.

Kenma, who had quietly followed you inside, came over with a glass of water. “Here,” he said, handing it to you. “Drink this. You’ve been resting a lot, but you still need to stay hydrated.”

You accepted the glass with a grateful smile. “Thanks, You’ve been looking out for me all day.”

He shrugged slightly, his usual nonchalance in full effect. “It’s nothing. Just want to make sure you’re okay.”

You sipped the water slowly, leaning back on the couch. Kenma sat beside you, pulling his knees up to his chest as he resumed playing his game, but now and then, he’d glance over at you, making sure you were comfortable.

The quiet moments with him, where he wasn’t talking much but was still present, made you feel safe. Even though your situation was anything but ordinary—being in your first year of high school and already pregnant—Kenma’s steady, unwavering presence was your anchor. You could already feel the baby’s slight movements, but it was still early, and you weren’t showing much yet. For now, it was just the two of you adjusting to this new phase of life.

As the evening wore on, you both settled into your routine: him with his gaming and you with your homework, the soft sounds of his concentration mixing with the quiet of the room. There was a comfort in this, in knowing that no matter how the world around you changed, the two of you would always be there for each other.

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Tsukishima x reader | teen pregnancy series. | Feeling the baby kick

characters: tsukishima | wc idk | genre. pure fluff !|cw/tags. fluff, teen pregnancy. teen pregnancy series masterlist here!

It had been a couple more weeks since that moment—When you found out you were having a baby boy! <3. You wouldn’t say everything was perfect between you and tsuki, but for someone who’d initially greeted the news with cold skepticism and biting sarcasm, he’d come a long way. He was present, attentive in his own awkward way, and, dare you say, trying.

Today was one of those rare afternoons when the two of you had nothing pressing to do. You’d agreed to meet at your house to fold some baby clothes Yamaguchi had dropped off. Tsukishima sat cross-legged on your bed, fiddling with a baby onesie in his hands.

“This one’s hideous,” he muttered, holding up a bright yellow outfit covered in ducks.

“It’s adorable,” you countered, taking it from him and setting it aside. “And practical, I bet our little dino egg will love it....”

(dino egg was a little nickname u guys came up for the baby, taken from this fanfic here)

He rolled his eyes but didn’t argue, grabbing the next outfit in the pile. You were leaning back against the headboard, rubbing your stomach absentmindedly. Lately, the growing bump made it harder to get comfortable.

As Tsukishima moved to fold another outfit, you froze. There it was—a flutter.

Your eyes widened as your hand pressed against your stomach. “Oh!”

Tsukishima’s head snapped up at your reaction, his brows furrowing. “What? What happened?”

You grabbed his wrist without thinking, guiding his hand to your stomach. “Just wait.”

He blinked, his usual skepticism creeping into his expression, but he stayed silent. Seconds ticked by, and just when you thought you’d imagined it, there it was again—a small, distinct kick.

Tsukishima’s hand jerked slightly, his eyes widening. “Was that—”

You nodded, a giddy smile spreading across your face. “That was him, he's kicking.”

He stared at your stomach, completely still, as if moving would scare the baby away. His mouth opened, then closed, like he wasn’t sure what to say.

“It feels so fucking weird,” he finally laughed, but his tone was softer than usual. "feels like he's going to come out of you, like that one alien scene" (click here if u dont know wich one!)

“It’s magical kei! not a horror thing,” you corrected, your hand resting over his.

For a long moment, the two of you just sat there, his hand warm and steady against your bump. Tsukishima’s thumb brushed over your shirt, the smallest smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“I didn’t think I’d feel it this early,” he admitted quietly.

You glanced at him, noticing the way his usual stoic demeanor seemed to crack, letting something tender peek through.

“It makes it more real, doesn’t it?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he murmured, his gaze still fixed on your stomach. “Really real.”

His voice was quiet, almost reverent, and for a moment, you let yourself take him in—this boy who had been so distant, so guarded, now sitting with you, feeling your child move for the first time.

“Hey, dino kid” Tsukishima said suddenly, leaning down slightly, his voice low and soft. “Can you not kick your mom so hard later? I don’t want to hear her complain.”

You smacked his arm lightly, laughing. “Wow, Kei. So thoughtful.”

His lips twitched into a smirk, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Instead, he stayed like that for a while, his hand still against your stomach, as if committing the moment to memory.

When he finally pulled away, he looked at you—really looked at you—and said, “We’re gonna figure this out. Okay?”

Your throat tightened, and you nodded. “Okay.”

And as the baby kicked again, like they were agreeing too, you felt it—the unspoken promise between you. You weren’t alone in this, not anymore.

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Oikawa Toru x reader | teen pregnancy series | pt.1 the news

Synopsis. a teen pregnancy storie between oikawa and reader.

wc. | genre. angst to fluff |cw/tags. angst, teen pregnancy mentions, fluff, etc.

teen pregnancy series masterlists here!

general headcanons:

Okay I initially wannhed to make him a playboy, yet idk, i mean he gives me like fuckboy vibes but i also feel like when he is in love… he is in love idk, puppy bf oikawa ..? Anyone??

Oh! Forgot to say, u r ushijima’s little sister <3 this is actually “inspired” over something i readed last night so… u’ll see it later lolol, anyways, back to the main topic:

• When you first started avoiding him, Oikawa was obsessed with figuring out what was wrong. His mind went to the worst places—was he annoying you? Did he do something wrong? Were you cheating on him? (He cringes so hard when he realizes how wrong he was about that last one.) • When you finally tell him you’re pregnant, his brain short-circuits. He’s Tooru Oikawa—he’s good at planning, strategizing, and charming his way out of problems, but this? He has no strategy for this. •His first instinct is fear—of failing, of not being ready, of letting you down—but he quickly shoves it down because you need him to be strong. • i feel like he is a mix of overwhelmed but determined. He immediately starts researching pregnancy (just like that one scene where he is watching volleyball matchs in his pc), even though some of it freaks him out (he nearly passes out reading about labor). • He worries about how people will react—his teammates, his family, your family (especially Ushijima, who might kill him on sight). • insists on being involved, even though he has no clue how to be a good partner in this situation. “What do you need? What should I do? Should I buy vitamins? Do you want me to carry your bag? Oh my god, what if you crave something in the middle of the night?”

You and Oikawa had always been careful to keep your relationship under wraps. You liked the privacy, especially with how chaotic things could get if people knew—Oikawa’s popularity, Shiratorizawa’s reputation, and the fact that you were only a first-year. It just felt easier that way.

But for the past few weeks, you’d been avoiding him. It wasn’t intentional at first—you needed space to process everything—but then it spiraled into not knowing what to say at all. You ignored his calls, brushed off his texts, and avoided any chance of meeting in person. The guilt weighed on you, but the truth was scarier.

Oikawa, for his part, was losing his mind. He hated how distant you’d become, hated the lack of explanation, and hated that he couldn’t figure out what had gone wrong. His only solace was the upcoming match against Shiratorizawa. You’d be there as their manager, and he was determined to get answers.

The Match

When the day of the match arrived, Oikawa was more excited about seeing you than winning. He scanned the court as soon as he arrived, and his eyes lit up when he spotted you near the Shiratorizawa team.

But then he noticed something. Ushijima was standing close to you—too close in Oikawa’s mind. The team captain’s hand rested lightly on your shoulder as he spoke to you, and the two of you exchanged what looked like a comfortable smile.

Oikawa’s blood boiled. He had been worrying about you for weeks, and here you were, looking perfectly fine with Ushijima.

When he couldn’t take it anymore, he marched over, stopping just short of the Shiratorizawa group. You were startled to see him, and your face paled as he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Are you serious, Y/N?” he hissed, loud enough to catch everyone’s attention. “You couldn’t even be brave enough to break up with me properly?”

Your eyes widened in confusion. “What?”

Before you could say anything more, Ushijima turned to Oikawa with his usual calm but intimidating expression. “What’s your deal with my little sister, Oikawa-san?”

Oikawa froze. “S-sister?” His voice cracked. He glanced between you and Ushijima, connecting the dots in real time. “I-… Oh.”

The weight of his accusation hit him like a ton of bricks. You were Ushijima’s sister. You weren’t cheating on him—of course you weren’t. He’d completely misread the situation.

The awkward tension was broken by Shiratorizawa’s coach calling the team to prepare for the match. Ushijima gave Oikawa one last pointed look before turning to follow his teammates, leaving you and Oikawa standing there in awkward silence.

“I—I didn’t know,” Oikawa stammered.

You sighed, avoiding his gaze. “We’ll talk after the match.”

The Confession

Shiratorizawa won, but Oikawa couldn’t care less. He waited for you outside the gym, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. His usual confidence was gone, replaced by an anxious energy.

When you finally walked out, you looked exhausted. You gestured for him to follow you to a quieter spot, and he did without a word.

“I’m sorry,” you started. “For ignoring you, for not explaining anything.”

Oikawa frowned. “Y/N, if something’s wrong, you can tell me. I thought—” He hesitated. “I thought you didn’t want to be with me anymore.”

You shook your head quickly. “It’s not that. I just… I didn’t know how to tell you.”

His brows furrowed, and you took a shaky breath before continuing. “I’m pregnant, Tooru.”

The words hung in the air between you. Oikawa’s eyes widened, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to process.

“Y-you’re…” He swallowed. “Pregnant?”

You nodded, tears threatening to spill. “I was scared. I didn’t know how you’d react, and I didn’t want to ruin everything for you. You have volleyball, your dreams, and I didn’t want to hold you back.”

Oikawa’s initial shock softened into something more vulnerable. He stepped closer, gently taking your hands in his. “Y/N, why didn’t you just tell me? Do you think I’d ever leave you to handle this alone?”

“I didn’t want to burden you,” you whispered.

“You’re not a burden,” he said firmly. “This… This is a lot, yeah. But we’ll figure it out. Together.”

You looked up at him, finally seeing the sincerity in his eyes. He wasn’t running away.

“Are you sure?” you asked hesitantly.

Oikawa nodded, a small but determined smile forming on his lips. “I love you, Y/N. And if this is happening, then I’m going to be there every step of the way. For you and the baby.”

For the first time in weeks, you felt a weight lift off your shoulders. You weren’t alone in this anymore.

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The doctor says only satoru jerking his cock in my face while sukuna eats his ass from behind as I’m in the hospital bed will cure my sickness actually. ://

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