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happy thanks giving to everyone !!! 

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here’s a submission from queenbeetle !!

“Mh, slow down a bit, Shoyou.” Suga smiles, leaning on one hand and using his other to pluck a baby tomato from his son’s hand, “Chew first, remember?”He says gently, setting the fruit down and poking Shoyou’s pudgy cheek.

“’Mh-hm.” The toddler says through a mouthful of food, “Chewing!” He repeats,and exaggerates his mouth moments when he starts eating again.

“Yup,” Suga smiles, using Shoyou’s bib to wipe at his mouth, “You really like those, huh?”

“Mh-hm!” Shoyou nods frantically and crams another into his mouth, “I love toh-tom-toma-“

“Tomatos.” Suga says slowly, “You love them, huh? You know what I love?” Suga grins, poking Shoyou’s cheek again.

The child swallows his food thickly and scrunches his face up, thinking hard about the question. “Papa loves… Me?” He says hesitantly.

“Thats right!” Suga exclaims, leaning down and blowing a raspberry against Shoyou’s cheek, making him squeal an press his small hands against Suga’s face, “Papa loves you so much, sunshine!”

From across the table, Daichi uses the excuse of recording his husband and son to hide his stinging eyes with his phone. He quickly wipes at them with his tie before tapping the screen to pause the recording and check the time. Grimacing he realizes if he stays any later he’s going to miss the grace period of excusable lateness Ukai grants him due to situations like these. Perfect, adorable, heart breaking situations like these.

“I’ve gotta go.” Daichi says, gulping down the remaining coffee in his mug before standing up and kissing the top of Suga’s head. “Ukai’s gonna kill me if I come in even more late.” He grumbles, moving over to Shoyou and kissing his forehead.

“Maybe if I bring in Shoyou, he’ll stop being such a hard-ass.” Suga muses, standing up too, and lifting Shoyou on to his hip.

“Hey!” Daichi hisses, “Language!”

“What?” Suga grins slyly, “Shoyou can cure anyone of being a stick in the mud, can’t you?” He coos, nuzzling into and grinning boy’s cheek.

“I think there’s a difference between being a responsible boss and being a stick in the mud.” Daichi sighs, straightening his tie, “But really, please stop cursing in front of him, he’s getting really good at repeating things now.”

“I’m a good repeater!” Shoyou interjects.

“Yeah you are, smart guy.” Daichi laughs, “Make sure Papa doesn’t get into any trouble, okay?”

Shoyou whips his hand against his head for a salute and it’s so sincere and cute that Daichi nearly starts crying again.

“Hey, shouldn’t it be the other way way around?” Suga huffs, readjusting Shoyou on his hip and pouting.

“Mhh, don’t think so.” Daichi says, putting on his coat and pecking the both of them on the cheek, “I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, Daddy,” Suga says, waving one of Shoyou hands, “Say bye-bye~”

“Bye-bye, Daddy!” Daichi hears Shoyou call, and it almost makes him turn right back around to stay home forever.

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Halfway through lunch, Daichi falters again. He’s talking to Asahi, completely normal and not on the verge of tears, when his phone pings with a new snapchat alert- its from Suga, and Daichi scrambles to open it (by now Asahi understands that conversations go by the wayside when ever Suga sends a Shoyou update). Daichi taps on the video message.

“Hi Daddy!” Suga and Shoyou say together. The camera is focused on Shoyou, sitting on the floor with papers and art supplies around him.

“Daddy! Daddy, I drew you and me and Papa and the house!” He holds up the paper he has pressed to his chest and Suga focuses the camera on it. “And my bally-ball, can you see it? Papa, can he see it?”

“He can see it, sunshine.” Suga’s voice says off camera, “You’re so talented!”

The video ends abruptly as Shoyou starts to laugh and Daichi clutches his phone like a man clinging to life.

“Hey…” Asahi ventures, “Are you okay?”

“Fine!” Daichi says, his voice hoarse. He puts a hand over his eyes and breaths deeply, trying to calm himself down. Its just a video. He’s only got four hours, three hours and forty-five minutes to be exact, before he can go home and smother Suga and Shoyou with his love.

“Are you sure-“ Asahi is cut off by another alert from Daichi’s phone. When Daichi springs up to look at it Asahi sighs, “Why do you keep doing this to yourself?“

“Shh! Shut up!” Daichi hisses, his eyes glued to his phone.

“Like that, keep holding it.” Suga says off camera. It’s pointing to the living room floor, still covered in paper and crayons before the image flips and shows Shoyou sitting in Suga’s lap, smiling like sunshine, and Suga pointing to where Daichi assumes the little boy is pressing the record button. It’s captioned with "Shoyou learns how to take a selfie!!” With a myriad of emojis after that.

“Its me- oh!” Shoyou smile opens up into an O shape and wiggles from side to side, apparently enraptured with the moving mirror image of himself.

“Yeah, that’s you.” Suga smiles, petting back the boy’s flaming orange hair, “Are you dancing, handsome man?”

“It’s me!” Shoyou says again, the phone shaking wildly now, then cuts off abruptly again.

Daichi rests his forehead on the table, his insides curling with guilt. He wants to be home so bad right now, he wants to be the one showing Shoyou how to take pictures and how to draw and all the other things Suga gets to do. He can feel his eyes stinging with frustrated tears and his throat starts to hurt. It only gets worse when he thinks about how Suga looks when he has their baby on his hip, swaying and dancing with him when he plays the radio during lunchtime. Sniffling, he groans loudly and slams his phone onto the table.

“Are you gonna finish that?” Asahi says, gesturing to Daichi’s half eaten lunch.

—

It’s been over an hour and a half and Daichi still only has half a spreadsheet done. He’s idly tapping his pencil on his desk, staring at the framed family portrait they’d taken last Christmas. Shoyou was still dressed in diapers, but his big smile is just the same. Daichi sighs for what felt like the millionth time that day and presses his chin more firmly into his hand.

“Oi.” The voice of his boss, Ukai, startles him from his stupor along with the smack of a folder hitting his desk. “Go home.” He grunts.

“What?” Daichi wheezes, suddenly very worried he’s fallen asleep at his desk and is dreaming.

“Go home.” Ukai repeats, “If you aren’t going to get anything done here, at least go home and try to get something done there.” He adds, gesturing to the folder he’d dropped on Daichi’s keyboard.

Daichi leaps to his feet, making Ukai jump back, and rushes to grab his things, “Thank you so much, sir, thank you- really you have no idea how much-“

“Save it.” Ukai says, “This is a one time thing. I want you back at 100% tomorrow.”

“Got it!” Daichi says, stumbling past Ukai, one arm in his coat and the other grabbing at the folder in his desk, “Thank you!”

Ukai watches the man go and rolls his eyes, taking a long sip from his coffee mug. “Parents.” He grumbles.

—

“Hey, look up here.” Suga says, holding up his phone, “Say volleyball, Shoyou!”

“Bally-ball!” Shoyou beams, holding up the ball he has in his hands above his head. Daichi looks up from the work in his lap and smiles as well until Suga has taken the picture.

“Let me do it!” Daichi hears once he’s turned his head down to his work again, “I wanna send it!”

“Patience- hey!” Suga says, holding the phone out of Shoyou’s reach. “I have to type first.”

“I can do it!"

"Shoyou.” Daichi says firmly- he doesn’t even need to look up to confirm that his son has immediately settled down, “Let your dad type.”

Shoyou whines, but plops down on the floor and bounces up and down eagerly, waiting for Suga to write out the message painstakingly slow. Eventually Daichi feels the buzz of his phone in his pocket, and nearly immediately after, small hands tugging at his pants in their attempt to grab it. Shoyou’s speed is no match for Daichi, and by the time he reaches for his pocket, the boy has already fished out his phone and is holding it up.

“Numbers!” Shoyou says, suddenly looking incredibly determined, “The numbers.”

“I know, I know.” Daichi smiles, quickly putting in his password for the boy. In return, Shoyou climbs into Daichi’s lap, sitting on his packet of papers and settling back against his chest.

“Look, I sent it!” The toddler explains, pointing to the notification, “Papa took the picture, but I sent it.”

“Is that so?” Daichi grins, tapping on the waiting message and looking at the photo taken just minutes before. He can see himself sitting on the couch, the mess of papers Ukai had given him strewn around him and Shoyou sitting in front of him, holding up his volleyball. The caption reads “local dork refuses to play volleyball, riots ensue”.

Daichi looks up at Suga, who’s doing a terrible job at hiding his grin behind Shoyou’s volleyball. His eyes sparkle with held back laughter and he’s nearly squirming as much as his son.

“C'mon, Captain.” He whines, “Let’s play!”

“Can we?” Shoyou says, all to loud in Daichi’s ear, “I wanna spike!” The boy stands in his lap, taking a minute to balance himself before pulling on Daichi’s arm, “Please?” He whines, drawn out and loud. Suga joins in and shuffles in front of Daichi.

The man’s resistance is already splintering faster than dry wood, but it’s when Suga and Shoyou start to pout at the same time does he crack.

“Alright, let’s go.” Daichi says, scooping up his squealing son and hoisting him on his shoulders. “Come on, Vice.” He says to Suga, who grins and bounces up, pressing himself into Daichi’s side as they walk to the back door.

“Maybe we can practice receives later tonight.” He hums, pinching his husbands arm.

“Oh my god.” Daichi groans, “Suga please.”

“Is Papa really bad at receives?” Shoyou asks, leaning over Daichi’s head to look at his parents.

“He’s excellent at them.” Daichi grimaces only to Suga’s delight. The ash blond walks with a spring in his step, but abruptly stops, just short of the door.

“Oh wait! I forgot my phone!” Suga says, taking a few steps back as he talks. “Go ahead, I’ll be right there!”

Daichi snorts and peers up at Shoyou who’s kicking his legs back and forth on Daichi’s chest. The boy looks back down at him and smiles so bright, it’s like Daichi is looking into the sun. He’s so happy he wouldn’t even mind being blinded from it.

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that yuri on ice episode

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reminder that this is here and its always open whenever u wanna come in

hey yall i made a haikyuu discord server! please join if u want to!!! . w .

https://discord.gg/SSnM3sE

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also just an fyi without spoiling the story in case some of u end up reading it: i always post about hq werewolf au here because this blog inspired it and in it someone is gonna have a baby but i wont tell u who ohoho

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so ok heres the list of what i have (under a cut) and what still needs to be done

the bolded ones are the ones that i think i probably absolutely have to have a major/career for. the others are not so important (like it might not come up in the story)

daichi: wildlife protection officer

suga: school counselor

asahi: elementary teacher (2nd or 3rd grade)

noya: tattoo artist/art major

tanaka: tattoo artist/art major

ennoshita: history major

kinoshita:

narita:

kageyama:

hinata:

tsukishima: computer science

yamaguchi: nursing major

yachi:

michimiya:

kiyoko:

kuroo: astrophysics

kai: 

yaku: 

yamamoto: 

kenma: video game development/graphics major

fukunaga:

shibayama:

inuoka:

lev:

oikawa:

iwaizumi:  

hanamaki:

matsukawa:

kyoutani:

yahaba:

kindaichi:

kunimi:

bokuto: sports photographer

akaashi: high school art teacher

yukie:

kaori:

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What's the book gonna be about? And what ships? I can probably help again if I get that!

it is a haikyuu werewolf au! it’s set when they’re college age (3rd years = college seniors) and starts off with the pack as the second and third years, and kageyama gets turned into a werewolf and from there on, the first years join.  

ships..... im not sure what i’m going to Really pursue yet aside from asanoya and daisuga.  i want to do spinoffs afterward with more ships stuff, but for the long main fic i think really only those two.

and since everyones in college i need them to have majors and careers other than like... mcdonalds server lmao 

so far i have these:

daichi: wildlife protection officer

noya: tattoo artist/art major

tanaka: tattoo artist/art major

bokuto: sports photographer

akaashi: high school art teacher

and..... thats basically it lmao

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HEY I HATE TO ASK AGAIN BUT.... IM WORKING HARD ON MY HQ WEREWOLF AU AND I STILL AM NOT SURE ABOUT EVERYONES CAREERS.... 

i would,,,, really Love,,,, if u all could send me some ideas for ur faves..... like what might they go to college for??? 

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hey yall i made a haikyuu discord server! please join if u want to!!! . w .

https://discord.gg/SSnM3sE

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HC that daichi is the type of dad to record everything his baby does and cry every time he watches the videos at work

UFGJSHF OH MY FUCKING GOD

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anon asked for akaashi with a dog and this is the first thing that came to mind 

bonus: 

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Two things, 1) your read mores don't work on my mobile either (sorry!) 2) Can I request Bokuaka, Akaashi's dramatic labour In The Back Of Kurro's Car please? (It's by far my favorite hc of yours!!) If you don't want to just Akaashi in labour? tyvm!!!

this is so fucking long ago but i never forgot about it. i finally finished it ahfbgjhs

“You’re late,” Akaashi said, and Kuroo could see the sweat breaking out across his forehead, showing that he was in pain despite his relatively calm expression, and flat tone of his chastising statement.

“Sorry, there was roadwork. You ready?”

“Past ready,” Akaashi said, pushing past him and out the door toward the car.  He smacked Kuroo’s hands away from his arm, and so Kuroo watched him make his way by himself to the car faster than he thought would have been possible.  

“Bo, come on, man,” he shouted, and an extremely stressed looking Bokuto slid across the floor out into the hallway, overnight bag in hand.  He hurried toward Kuroo, but as he reached the doorway, Akaashi’s voice called out from the car, “Turn the lights off!”  Bokuto dropped the bag, rushed back to turn the lights off, and ran back, pushing Kuroo out with him and grabbing the bag again as he pulled the door shut.  

Both men were in their seats quickly, and Akaashi’s hand reached forward to the front, where Bokuto was fumbling with his seatbelt.  “The bag,” he said curtly, through gritted teeth, and Bokuto handed it to him.  He dropped it on the floor and sat back.  Kuroo pulled out into the road, and after a moment, Akaashi leaned forward again.  “Thank you for driving us, Kuroo,” he said, and Kuroo was shocked at how calm he sounded.  “I thought I would give him an hour, but as you can see, it did nothing.”  Kuroo glanced to the passenger seat where Bokuto had the door in a white-knuckled grip and was nearly hyperventilating.  

“No problem, man,” Kuroo replied, and Akaashi disappeared into the back seat again.  

The drive was punctuated by groans and muttered half-curses, and Kuroo hissed out a sigh as he pulled to a stop.  Akaashi shuffled in the back seat, and then, sounding confused and in pain, “Are we there?”

“Traffic,” he replied, and Akaashi let out a whimper.

“You okay back there?” Kuroo asked, as he and Bokuto both twisted their heads toward the back seat.  

“No,” he said, but the obvious pain in his voice removed any venom from the statement.  Bokuto held out his hand, and Akaashi took it.

“It’s fine, we’ll make it,” Bokuto said, not sounding convincing at all, just as Akaashi gripped his hand tightly and gritted out another groan.

“Hey, you, uh,” Kuroo began, looking slightly nervous, “Your contractions aren’t very far apart…”

“We’re not going to make it,” Akaashi said, voice louder than necessary, and Bokuto looked like he might pass out.  

“You gotta be kidding me,” Kuroo said, turning back around and switching lanes, moving forward a few feet at a crawl.

“Yes we will! We’ll make it!” Bokuto told Akaashi with an impressive amount of vigor, and Akaashi replied with a half-groan, half-yell.  Bokuto grabbed Kuroo’s shoulder with his free hand, eyes frantic.  “Kuroo, floor it!”

“I can’t, we’re in the middle of fucking traffic!” Kuroo shouted back, panic setting in.  

“We aren’t… going to make it,” Akaashi repeated angrily, through another groan, sitting up with some effort and trying to remove his hand from Bokuto’s grasp.  An uncharacteristic moment of silence followed.  Then, surprisingly calmly, Akaashi said, “We wouldn’t make it if we were in the parking lot.”

Bokuto nearly lost it then, shouting something Kuroo couldn’t hear, fully drowned out by Akaashi genuinely screaming in the back seat, and Kuroo pulled ahead as the traffic broke.  “Don’t push, don’t push, we can make it!” Kuroo shouted over the both of them, words lost in the ruckus, turning onto another road.  Akaashi’s shouts broke, picked up once more, and Bokuto’s face was white as a sheet.  “Don’t push!” Kuroo repeated as the volume level lowered, “The hospital’s right there, we can make it!”

“Too late,” Akaashi said from the backseat as a cry ripped through the still air, and Kuroo deflated.  Bokuto turned to the backseat with a mixed look of horror, disbelief, and admiration.  

“You have got to be kidding me,” Kuroo said mildly, pulling into the parking lot of the hospital.  

“Sorry,” Akaashi said over the wailing, and Bokuto was definitely crying now, gaze unwavering from Akaashi and the ten-second-old baby in his arms.

“You guys owe me a new car.  Okay, let’s go.”

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idk if you're still writing but if you are could you do a fic where Noya is pregnant and he just refuses to acknowledge that he's getting bigger and his shirts ride up easier and eventually stop fitting all together and asahi is just like *sigh*

this isnt exactly what u asked for im so sorry dhhgjdnndsfnb

Asahi was amazed at how long it took to get to this point.  Nishinoya generally wore larger shirts than necessary anyway, so it wasn’t too much of a surprise.  Still, standing here watching the shorter man try to worm his way into a shirt that was at least one size too small now, Asahi took in a breath, finally.  

“That won’t fit.”

“I know,” Noya replied, ripping the shirt off and tossing it to the floor, going back to the closet for another one.  Asahi marvelled at Nishinoya’s thought process.  He wasn’t ashamed of his size, wasn’t one to cry and complain that he was fat now.  In fact, the opposite seemed to be true.  He frequently posted photos of himself to various social media sites, so Asahi didn’t understand why Nishinoya could somehow not realize that being pregnant meant you would have to buy new clothes that would actually fit.  He sighed.

“I don’t think anything’s gonna fit,” he ventured.  Nishinoya sighed, disgustedly.

“Then I’ll borrow one of your shirts,” he said, and Asahi quickly regretted speaking up.

“What I meant was maybe you should go shopping.”

Noya poked his head out of the closet, a frown on his face.  “I guess so.”

“We can go today if you want.”

Nishinoya stilled behind the closet door.  “No, it’s fine, I can go some other time. It’s not really urgent,” he said, his tone slightly stiff.  Asahi scowled in confusion.

“You don’t have any clothes that fit you, Yuu,” he said, and he heard Noya sigh.

“I don’t want to. Can’t I just wear yours for a while?”

“Why don’t you want to? I need my own clothes,” Asahi said, and Noya came out from the closet, arms crossed over his belly.  

“‘Cause all maternity clothes are women’s clothes.”  Oh.  Asahi somehow hadn’t thought of that.  Noya heaved a sigh and flopped down on the bed beside Asahi.  “I just don’t wanna go somewhere and face only this… girly shit, you know?”

“Well,” Asahi began, thinking, “I know you’re definitely not the only masculine person to ever get pregnant.  I mean, I feel like there must be at least some women’s clothes that don’t look overly feminine.  And maybe if you look online, you can find stuff for trans people?”

“Why didn’t I think of that?” Nishinoya asked the ceiling, smacking a hand to his forehead.  He sat up, resting his chin on Asahi’s shoulder.  “Man, I don’t know what I’d do without you.  You’re a lifesaver.  I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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in honor of america’s demise, i wrote u guys TWO things instead of doing my fucking homework. i cant wait to wake up to see the election results tomorrow. i hope i die in my sleep

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Holy shit that art is really good. And not just because of what it is; your style is so great!!! Why are we not seeing more adorable mpreg drawings~?

aaaaaaahhhh

AAAAHHHHHHH !!!!!!! THANK YOU!!!!

i dont draw a lot because i am in college and despite seeming to not have a lot of classes i end up feeling really stressed out and have little free time hhgdhsns

i also,,,, tend to try to do 5749837 things in my limited time like watch 4 different anime and like 4 regular shows and keep up with my friends and play games and websites and im also trying to write a werewolf au haikyuu fic and. man. i just. i give myself wayyyy too fuckin much to do aaaa

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if ur in there let me know (but dont wake suga up)

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I'd be interested but it would depend heavily on time

ahhh yeah that is a problem. i’m not sure right now when i can do it, it’s probably gonna end up being kind of a spur-of-the-moment thing because i often dont know when i have free time until it is already that time, unfortunately