#Atsumu x pregnant reader

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Expecting Life with their pregnant partner

Featuring Toru Oikawa, Atsumu Miya and

Daichi Sawamura

Toru Oikawa x pregnant GN! Reader; Atsumu Miya x pregnant GN! Reader; Daichi Sawamura x pregnant GN! Reader

Warnings: fluff, reader being a tiny bit reckless

A/N: i really loved the Aizawa, Fatgum and Hawks version so I decided to expand it 😩 also thanks to @kingdaddydaichi for my current thighchi infatuation 🥲

Oikawa

“Hey love I’m home- oh my god YN are you ok?” Toru shouts as you look up from your positioned perched on the floor. He’s frantically throwing his bag to the ground while simultaneously trying to remove his shoes.

“Toru, calm down in fine!” You shout as your husband practically trips over his own feet trying to get to you as you sit on the floor. His hand goes to his chest when he sees what your doing, trying to calm himself and taking a seat on the couch.

“YN you nearly gave me a heart attack! Why are you painting your nails on the floor? I told you to go to the nail salon!” He scolded as you rolled your eyes and put the cap back on the polish.

“Toru, I have 5 weeks before my due date. I want to time my trips to get my nails done perfectly with my due date. I want to look nice when the baby gets here,” you pout as Toru shakes his head, rest his elbows on his knees.

“Love i’d pay for someone to come to the hospital to do you nails if it meant that much to you but you shouldn’t be getting on the floor like that when I’m not around,” he scolds as you glare back at him.

“I’ll have you know I’m perfectly capable of doing this on my own Toru!” You say, crossing your arms and turning your nose up at your husband.

“You want me to tell Iwa-Chan what you’ve been up too?” He says with a smirk as you neck snaps back, eyes widening

“You wouldn’t DARE!” You say and Toru takes out his phone.

“Say cheese darling,” he says before snapping a picture and showing it to you.

“Toru that’s not funny! Iwa will kick my butt if he finds out!” You whine.

“Then promise me this is the last time you’ll do this!” He says as he threatens to press send to his best friend.

You roll your eyes, resigning yourself the the fact that you have lost and nod in agreement.

“That wasn’t so hard now was it love,” Toru says before helping you off the ground, kissing your forehead lovingly.

Atsumu

Atsumu ran up the 3 flights of stairs to your shared apartment, not bothering to wait the extra few minutes for the elevator. When he received the phone call from Osamu saying, “don’t panic but Yn got hurt” every single thought flowed through this brain as he raced home to be with you.

“I’m here!! Where is Yn?” He said, slamming the door open as both you and Osamu jumped slightly at your husbands sudden entrance.

“Samu you freaking snitch!” You growled as Osamu rolled his eyes, moving out of the way as your husband closed in on you, examining you up and down for injuries, his vision landing on a towel in your hand.

“What the hell happened?” He shouted as you shushed him.

“Babe calm down! I’m fine, I literally just cut my finger while I was chopping up fruit it’s no big deal,” you said, as your husbands eyes landed on your hand.

“How deep is it? Do we need to take you the hospital? How much blood have you lost? Are you having any contractions? Is your waters broken?” Atsumu rattled out phrase after phrase as you just watched his panic stricken face.

“Sumu calm down would ya?!? It’s just a cut, nothing too deep or bad. Everything’s fine,” Osamu said as Atsumu’s head snapped to him.

“Then why did ya tell me?” He shouted back.

“I told ya not to panic ya idiot! I had it handled but I wanted you to know!” He said as he returned to your kitchen, putting away the onigiri he had brought you.

“YN why didn’t you just let Samu cut up your fruit baby? Ya knew he was comin!” Atsumu scolded as you frowned

“I can cut up fruit Sumu, I’m pregnant not helpless!” You said in return as Atsumu sighed.

“I know you’re not babe but please, I worry about ya being home when I’m at practice especially since I’m away from my phone. That’s why Samu comes to check on you. Please just promise me you’ll wait until I get home or Samu comes?” He begs as your instantly soften.

“Ok Sumu I promise,” you smile as your husband leans in, kissing your forehead.

“Gross get a room!” Osamu groans from the kitchen as Atsumu glares back at him.

“Why don’t cha get yourself a partner then it wouldn’t be so gross!” Your husband argues back.

You just sit there and sigh, resigning yourself to the fact that this, was in fact, your wonderful life.

Daichi

“Ummm- YN?” Your husband says as you studdenly bolt up, smacking your head on beam atop your attic.

“Ouch- crap, oh hey darling! How was work?” You say continuing to shift through boxes, your large belly serving as a stand as you move boxes from one location to another.

“It was fine, hey question- what the heck are you doing?” Your husband says, now standing on the top stair of the attic, as you finally find the box you were looking for.

“There it is!” You shout as you bring the box to your still very confused husband, “it’s the box of holiday decorations!”

Daichi gawked at you as you shifted your eyes from left to right, waiting for a response from your husband.

“YN it’s literally June, what do we need holiday decorations for?” He asks as you shrug.

“Well I was in the babies room and I was thinking about where to put the rocking chair. And then I got to thinking about how I’m to be rocking our baby to sleep in only a couple of months,” you said as Daichi tried to follow your logic.

“Ok babe but that still a few months away and we have yet to get to why you have holiday decorations out six months ahead of time?” He again questions.

“Well the baby is due in October and the last thing I’ll probably want to be doing is decorating for the holidays with a newborn. So I figured I’d decorate now and leave them up until next year,” you cheer, excited about your grand idea.

Daichi’s eyes widen as he tries to hold back a laugh, “ok babe well I’ll be around to help you in a few months so let’s just leave the decorations for now. And let’s not talk about how you shouldn’t even be up here. This attic is old and musty and what if you fell or something!”

You just roll your eyes and hand your husband the box, “your such a dad you know that! No wonder they called you ‘dadchi’ in high school.”

“No they didn’t Yn!” He protested

“Well not to your face love,” you laughed, heading down the stairs as you leave, your husband standing confused.

[ilylovelyz]

⍣ ೋ the times they cried because of you

☆ includes ushijima, iwaizumi, atsumu, kageyama, bokuto

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI — he never cries. you met this guy when the two of you were young freshman in high-school, and you quickly became a good friend of his. that being said, you never saw him cry. even when the two of you began dating in your senior year, you still never did. years passed, and it was the same as the previous years. sure, he occasionally got upset, but even then, he still put on a stoic display, never really letting you in on that side of him. even at your wedding, he sure showed some emotion but he didn't cry. then came the birth of your first child.

"she's so cute, isn't she 'toshi..?" you said weakly, forehead still damp with sweat, bodu trembling with the aftershocks of your hard, long labor. your eyes fluttered open, focusing on the sight of your dear wakatoshi holding your newborn baby.

your heart fluttered at the soft image of your husband holding the tiny baby closely again his chest, his forehead mere inches away from the baby's forehead. it was barely there, barely noticeable. if it weren't for the reflection of light, then you wouldn't have been able to see the way his eyes were glazed over, corners red, tears brimming at the borderlines of his eyes.

he was so memorized, so in love with this product of you, this product of his and your love. god, you just make him the happiest guy on earth.

with a grunt, he sniffled lightly, trying to mask his emotions. "yeah.."

IWAIZUMI HAJIME — he hates crying. but being the responsible and knowing person he is, he knows that crying is inevitable. but the "strong", reliable guy in him wants to punch himself every-time he feels his eyes sting at the feel of salty tears brimming at his waterline. unbeknownst to you, he would avoid you every-time he felt like he was going to cry, usually hiding in the locked confides of the bathroom. he thought he was hiding it well, until one fateful day where it all came crashing down..

"haji?" you said on the other side of the door. he immediately shot up, his eyes darting to the doorknob. he always made sure to lock it, but today, he was just so exhausted and down that the idea of a lock was forgotten. crap, "hey wait-," before he could even rise up from his slouched kneeling position on the bathtub's side, you opened the door unknowingly. "i just need my–hajime?"

there he was, in all of his fucking glory, hunched over, his face long and clearly expressing his hurt feelings. his heart fell to his stomach, his vision going cloudy as his day just kept getting worse. "hajime?" you called out once more, only your tone had softened, more light and tender. you reached a hand out to him, eyes full of concern. he couldn't help but jolt away from your hand, eyebrows furrowing at your softness.

he didn't like your tone. why are you looking at him like that? like some sad kicked puppy lost in the middle of nowhere? it made him feel so small, so weak. "haji.. are you okay?" you whispered, crouching down to his level outside of the bathtub. you attempted yet again to touch the side of his face, lightly pressing your fingertips against his cheekbone before fully pressing your palm against the side of his face.

his lips trembled as he was just a second away from breaking down, his eyes locked on a single object as to hold on to the last of his will. you sighed softly at his resistance, of course he wouldn't want to cry in front of you, but you don't understand why, afterall, what makes a person weak for crying? "it's okay, hajime."

with that, fat tears finally ran down his cheeks, his eyes shutting close as he finally broke at your words. he could only grab onto your hand as you climbed into the tub, his head going straight into your chest as he sobbed and wailed.

MIYA ATSUMU — surprisingly, you've seen this guy cry many of times before. he cried when getting accepted into nationals, winning nationals, just crying at things any normal person would do. but he never cried for you. no, he held himself to higher standards. he'd never cry for someone, not even for you. yeah, he loved you, but he wasn't about to cry for someone like a little child. all high and mighty, he never thought you would actually have an affect on him like you do now. him being someone who wears his heart proudly on his sleeve, he found himself getting into an argument late at night with you, too prideful to back down.

"are you serious atsumu?! you know i'd never do that!" you yelled, voice hoarse and scratchy due to the ongoing screaming match between you and your boyfriend. "oh really?! then why were ya' 'll over that fucker earlier? huh?!" he yelled back, pointing out the way you were seemingly flirting with a guy at the club earlier.

but you weren't? you would never do that, you're not a scum. "what?! we were just talking?! am i not allowed to TALK to people atsumu?" you scoffed, arms crossing defensively. "if you wanna consider talking as flirting, then let's talk about that girl you were laughing with the other day? huh? let's talk about that!"

his eyebrow raised at your counter, fumbling nervously as he wondered what to say. "w-wh- you know what?! fuck you! i don't know why i'm even dating a bitch like you!" he said, almost immediately regretting his words when he saw the way your eye's widened at his harsh words. the apartment was finally silent as you registered his words, he wishes you had any sort of expression on your face, but you had nothing but a stoic and emotionless face.

"okay then," you finally said, arching your eyebrow in a taunting way, resting your hand down on your hip. "bye." you followed, grabbing your bag and your keys, turning your back on him.

he watched, frozen in his spot as you exited out the apartment with your composure. his body jolted when he heard the slam of the front door, finally letting out that breath he was unknowingly holding. he scoffed at what you said, clenching his jaw tightly as he tried to hold onto his pride. "damn it." he said.

he felt the tear roll down his cheek before he could even register that he was crying. "..damn it!"

KAGEYAMA TOBIO — to him, life is volleyball. his childhood consisted nothing of volleyball, and so will his adulthood. maybe his obsession with volleyball was a little extreme, but you never really minded. he respected you greatly for your patience, he wasn't dumb, he knew that his priority of volleyball was evident, so he always tried to make it up to you by spending time with you whenever you wanted. but it seemed like after awhile, he began to take your patience for granted. it wasn't until the nth time when he didn't show up for the nth date was when he realized.

kageyama was careful to shut the front door as quiet as he could, tiptoeing as he took off his shoes and walked throughout the dark hallways and into the master-bedroom. he jolted like a cat when he sat you sitting up on the side of the bed, back facing the doorway.

"y-you scared me. what are you doing up at this time? it's nearly 10PM." he stuttered obliviously. it was silent for a few seconds before you sighed, slowly turning your head to face him. "you forgot." you muttered before turning back to look at the wall. forgot? forgot what? it was then he noticed the way your hair was done, still clad in a pretty dress.

"o-oh.. the date! i-i'm sorry y/n, i promise i can make it up to you"— "don't bother." you interrupted, voice stern yet monotonous. what do you mean 'don't bother?' you love going on dates don't you? his lips pursed into a straight line, chewing on his bottom lips nervously. "w-what do you mean? i really promise, this thursday i have a free day.." he trailed off when you suddenly stood up from the bed.

"i mean that i think we should break up." his heart dropped at your words, eyes widening. break up? his mouth was agape, mind spinning with different solutions and apologies. before he could detest, you walked over to the corner of the room, pulling up a suitcase that he didn't even notice.

"b-but why? you said yourself that me and you are meant to be together?" he cried out, quickly rushing over to your side and grabbing onto your wrist. he watched your face closely, eyes taking note of every single feature of yours. you inhaled deeply, still refusing to look at him.

"i said that when we were in high-school and didn't have any major responsibilities. things have changed, we aren't in high-school any more. you're now a pro-volleyball player with big responsibilities, and i'm.. someone who clearly has too much time on their hands, wasting it on someone who can't give me any of theirs. it's not your fault, kageyama, but we just don't align anymore."

you finally said, tugging your hand away from his grasp. before you could take a step, his hands were once again on you, gripped onto your shoulders, forcing you to look at him. "but.. you said you would be there for my game at nationals.." he whimpered out, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

it was then, when you were finally walking out of his apartment, out of his life, was when he finally did realize, that maybe, he did take your patience for granted..

BOKUTO KOUTARO — this guy cries a lot. he's cried so many times you might have to start writing it down somewhere. he rarely masks his emotions, he's an open book. thats what you love so much about him, that he's so open and honest. you love the way he's so eager and sweet, you love the way he's always willing to talk to you and so damn clingy it's like you have your own personal koala. aside from the times he's happy, he's sad, sad because he didn't perform well, or because you didn't kiss him. but you never really made him cry, you'd never do that. or so you thought.

"y/n!! i missed you!" you hear a booming voice yell, his footsteps speeding up at the sight you. he paid no mind when you didn't respond to him, as you were currently hunched over the your work desk, laptop gleaming at you brightly. your back was turned to him, so you were basically calling him for a back hug.

"y/n!" — "not now koutaro." you interrupted, tone serious and stern. he raised his eyebrows at you with surprise, his arms a few inches away from your shoulders as they stilled in their preparation to hug you. "babe? is something wrong?" he asked curiously, lips pouting at your stern denial. you never decline a hug. you love them. right?

"i'm working. can't you see that?" you spit out, sighing deeply. you pull away your cramping fingers away from your keyboard, rubbing them over your sore eyes. "my gosh." you mumble under your breath, eyebrows intensely furrowed with stress. you had been working for a few hours straight, staring at nothing but a bright screen with words that were becoming incoherent to you.

you yelp out when you're suddenly pulled from your chair, being lifted up into bokuto's strong arms as he spins you around. "don't be so sad!" he says cheerfully, hoping to cheer you up with a big warm hug. only— this seems to make you mad. "put me down, koutaro!" you yell, pushing his chest away and forcing him to practically drop you.

"don't you see i'm working?! why are you so damn clingy? you're so annoying, god, why don't you just leave me alone?" you spit out. your words are like venom, stinging his heart greatly as his hair is quickly deflating once your words reach his ears. you simply return to your laptop once you've finished, typing mindlessly once more.

him? annoying? he didn't mean to annoy you..

he couldn't help but softly whimper, left standing in shock. he opened his mouth to say something before your previous words were reminding him to stay silent—leave me alone. he clutched his palms, looking at your turned back with teary eyes. he hopes you don't find him annoying for long..

[honeystwiggypeach]

Can you write an angst to fluff about pregnant reader (didn't know she was pregnant at the time she started dating Atsumu) and Atsumu (not the baby's dad). They have a miscommunication where she hears him on the phone really upset about 'not wanting this' and she thinks it's about her and the baby. Later finds out it was something else entirely (maybe he's upset because the suprise he ordered for her was out of stock and they wanted to sub in something else) and he's actually super excited to be a dad.

I definitely can!! I love requests like this!!! Thank you so much for the request this is such a good idea!!

Tw- cursing, pregnant reader, past toxic relationships, readers a little worried about Atsumu accepting the baby, anyways let me know if I missed anything!!

Bokuto version!

You’d met Atsumu through Osamu who you’d grown close with over the years, a regular when his shop first opened. He’d seen you come in with your ex-boyfriend only a handful of times and he’d always have a scowl on his face when he’d see you talk and giggle with Samu while you ordered. He’d be fuming when he caught Atsumu staring at you from the bar stools.

Atsumu thought you were the prettiest person he’d ever seen, like what was Osamu doing not setting you up with him??? Obviously saving Atsumu’s ass and he realizes this when he feels a pair of eyes burning into the back of his head turning to look at the shitty guy as he rolls his eyes unimpressed. Though he’d only really be impressed if it was him so his opinion may be biased.

After three weeks, your boyfriend stopped showing up and Atsumu noticed the way your personality seemed to flourish without that guy and he stole his chance as soon as you walked in the next time.

But on your third date, you wanted to sob, you felt humiliated when you had to tell Atsumu. You’d taken a pregnancy test that morning after a few late periods and plenty of morning sickness, low and behold it was positive.

“So I took a uhm pregnancy test this morning…I’m pregnant.” You whisper barely managing to look up at Atsumu who’s got his eyebrows furrowed.

“We didn’t sleep together” he whispers back and you can’t help the giggle that escapes your lips as he stares offended.

“No tsumu its not that” you tell him placing your hand over his, “the guy you saw at Samu’s restaurant? It’s his baby” you tell him remaining eye contact.

“So you’re leaving me for him? Baby you can do so much better!! I swear I can be a better dad!” He rambles on

“Atsumu no” your light hearted giggles make him feel all smiley and floaty inside, “I’d never leave you, I just think that’s something you should know! I don’t think he’ll want to co parent…he was pretty expressive with his dislike of kids”

“Well even if he doesn’t I’ll still be here for the two of you” Atsumu brings his thumb up to rub the back of your hand as you smile.

Now you were almost six months pregnant, you were right your ex hadn’t wanted any part in your baby’s life, or yours for that matter telling you to promptly, “fuck off” after he’d heard you were pregnant.

Atsumu assured you he’d be more than willing to be a father for your baby, and that had been the end of the conversation, no questions from anyone on wether or not Atsumu would raise your baby as his own.

But you still had your doubts, how could you not when your mind was swirling with different scenarios, only solidified when you’d heard him talking with Samu on the phone one night after he’d left the bed.

“I mean I didn’t want this Samu, it’s getting closer to the due date, I mean when does this end!” He lets out a little huff, “this just isn’t what I’d signed up for!”

He whipped his head around when he’d heard the one creaky floorboard make a particularly loud squeal, he knows where the floor board is, it’s in the hall that leads from your shared bedroom to the living room.

He leans over seeing you standing in the hall hunched a little as you try to dry your tears with the hoodie of his you have on, it was oversized on him to of course you were failing miserably to find the hand holes before settling on just getting tears and snot on his jacket since he’d been such an ass anyways, not even thinking for a moment that it may have been the hormones making you think the worst.

“Baby” Atsumu calls and you practically wail.

“What’s wrong?” He asks again walking closer to you.

“You really don’t want me and my baby?” You sound heart broken, effectively stopping Atsumu in his tracks a good four feet away from you.

“Baby why would you say that, you know I love you. ‘M so excited to see our little girl?” He’s confused.

“You just said that on the phone!” You shout back

“Baby do I have to ruin the surprise” you nod, “they wanted to send me a product replacement of the shelf for the nursery…it came the otherday but it was broken, it was a surprise, and they didn’t have the one I ordered in stock anymore. So they were trying to send me a lion one but I said no because that’s not even matching the theme!” At some point he’s moved to hug you as his voice takes on a more whining tone.

“Baby are ya falling asleep on me?” You smile softly as you shake your head no and Atsumu just scoffs knowing he loves you so much he’d stand here until you woke up if you had.

Let me know if you want me to write anything else because I love requests so much!!!

[sunarots]

under the mistletoe

pairings: osamu miya x fem!reader

summary: you and osamu always dread christmas with his family. they get way too into the holiday and are always asking you both invasive questions about your relationship. and this year, you’re dreading it for a different reason.

warnings: strong language, reader’s pregnant.

christmas masterlist

“Do you think we can pretend we’re sick?” Osamu asks, packing the wrapped presents into the large carrier bag. He looks over at you as you carefully place the strawberries on top of the cake.

You smile, looking over your shoulder at him. “I wish. They’d move the dinner here.”

He sighs, checking the time on his phone as he wanders over to you. “I know,” he mumbles, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Just want today to be us.” Osamu’s hands rest on your stomach, his chin on your shoulder.

“I know. Me too.” You look down at the cake, setting the last strawberry on its top and placing your hands on top of his. “At least we can tell them. Two months, yeah? That’s when we can do it?”

He smiles, kissing your cheek. “Yeah. I’m excited. I’m ready. Are you?”

You laugh. “I’m shitting myself, but…yeah. Yeah, I’m ready.” You turn around to face him, taking his face in your hands and pulling him towards you for a quick kiss before pulling away. “Sorry, there’s cream on your cheek.”

He shakes his head with a playful roll of his eyes, wiping his cheek with his finger and licking the cream from it. “Can’t take ya anywhere,” he teases, slapping your ass. “Go get ready, love.”

You take off your apron, giving Osamu one last glance over your shoulder to watch him place the cake inside of the cold box. You hang it over the hook on the kitchen door and hurry to the bedroom to quickly change into the dress Osamu had bought for you.

When you return five minutes later, Osamu has already moved everything to the car except from one small box sat on top of the kitchen island beside the ultrasound pictures. It’s wrapped with a delicate red ribbon tied into a small bow. Osamu’s leaning against the counter by the fridge, snacking on the leftover strawberries.

“Don’t fill yourself up before dinner, honey,” you remind him, taking your jacket from his hands.

He smiles down at you in the dress he got you. “You look gorgeous.” He kisses the top of your head, assisting you in pulling on your coat.

“Thanks. I love the dress, ‘Samu. Who’s the box for?”

He picks it up before you can grab it and smiles at you. “Oh, it’s not important. Are you ready, my love?”

You eye him up and down suspiciously, picking up the ultrasound pictures from the table as you lesd him towards the door. “You’re acting very strange today. Are you alright?”

He shrugs his shoulders, locking the house behind him and headed to the car. “I’m great. Just dreading this.”

Though you’re not entirely convinced, you slide into the passenger seat of the car and drop the subject. The drive to his parents’ house is a short one, the silence filled by the Christmas songs on the radio you both sing along to softly. He doesn’t remove his hand from your thigh until he has to, pulling into the driveway and seeing Atsumu’s black sports car already there.

“Are we late?” you ask, looking at the time on your phone. “Why’s he so early?”

Osamu shrugs his shoulder and turns the engine off, looking over to you. He gives you an anxious smile. “Ade you ready?”

You shake your head. “Never. But let’s do this.”

He laughs, giving you a quick peck on the lips before you both climb put of the car. You grab the cake from the backseat as Osamu takes the gifts from the trunk, and you walk in side by side.

“Oh, ma! Don’t get started on me! It’s Christmas!” Atsumu exclaims from the kitchen. “It’s complicated, ya know that!”

Osamu enters first, setting the bag on the floor by the living room before meeting everyone in the kitchen. “Oi, don’t yell at her on Christmas, ‘Tsumu,” Osamu scolds, taking the cake from your hands carrying it over to the fridge. He sets it on an empty shelf and greets his mum with a hug.

“Tell her to stop invadin’ my privacy.” Atsumu pats you on the back as a greeting.

“Only when ya start acting like an adult,” Osamu retorts, removing your jacket for you. “Uh, we have some news for you guys. Is dad around?”

“He’s sleeping, not feeling too great. Everything okay, sweetheart?”

You bite back your smile, wrapping your arm around Osamu’s as he pulls the pictures from your handbag. “We’re having a baby.”

Osamu grins, turning the photos around to show his family on your cue. His mother’s eyes go wide and she immediately breaks out in a smile. Her arms open and she immediately hugs you both with an excited scream.

“Oh, thats amazing! I’m going to have a grandbaby!” She gasps, spinning to look at Atsumu. “You’re going to be an uncle!”

“An…uncle?” He manages to snap himself out of his daze, and grins. “Congratulations!” He laughs and brings you both in for an embrace. “Uh, I just realised I left yer gift at my place, so I’m gonna run and grab it. Congrats on the baby!”

Neither you nor Mrs. Miya linger on Atsumu’s abrupt disappearance, it was Osamu who tried to argue. Unfortunately for him, his brother was already out the door. He sighs, dropping his head and giving a weak agreement to whatever his mother just said.

“‘Samu, what’s the matter?” you ask softly when his mother’s turned her back and carrying on with preparing the dining room for dinner. “Atsumu always runs off on Christmas for an hour or two before we eat.”

Osamu shrugs his shoulders and gives you another smile that doesn’t ease your worries. “It’s… No reason, baby. Here, let’s go help ma.”

He takes your hand and pulls you through his family home towards the dining room, pointing you in the direction of a black box filled with ornaments needing hung on the walls.

You never understood why Osamu’s mother always waited until Christmas day to hang most of the other decorations. You assumed it was so she could spend more quality time with everyone whilst waiting for someone to pick up the order, typically Atsumu or her husband.

You grab a piece of tinsel and drape it above the pictures of the twins when they were younger. A red one goes above the twins when they were babies, cradled in their parents’ arms. A purple one goes above them when they won their first competition in volleyball together. A gold one hangs above them in their high school uniforms, clutching a trophy with proud smiles. You hang a silver one above the first family portrait you were featured in at one of their relative’s weddings. You’re sat at the table with them all, Osamu’s arm wrapped around your shoulders. He’s clearly whispering something in your ear, and you’re laughing at whatever it was he was saying.

“Is that everything?” Osamu asks you, gesturing to the box. You take a glance and pick up the piece of mistletoe sat at the bottom of the box. Its crumbled from the weight of everything on top of it, but it’s still intact. “Oh, hang that here.” He taps the top of the doorframe to the dining room and smiles at you, passing you a tac.

You roll your eyes. “Yes, because I will have much more ease reaching it than you.” Osamu chuckles, watching as you struggle a little to pin it. “There. Happy now?” You spin around to face him, furrowing your eyebrows when he’s not at your eye level.

His mum stands behind where he was with her camera out, recording you. You look down at Osamu, holding out the box with the red ribbon around it. He smiles up at you, holding the box out towards you. “Open it, love.”

You don’t entirely trust what you see before you, using one hand to carefully undo the ribbon keeping it shut. You wait for him to nod his head before opening the box, revealing a delicate diamond ring inside.

“Will you marry me?”

[bowandcurtsey]

When the kids ask for a second child (haikyuu) 

So I did this with the BC boys and I thought of some scenarios for the Haikyuu boys too ♡ඩ⌔ඩ♡

Kuroo | Bokuto | Atsumu | Tsukishima | Oikawa x f! reader

d/n : daughter's name s/n : son's name h/n : her name

TW: pregnancy, implications of nsfw but not mentioned, unchecked.

Black Clover Version

Kuroo Tetsuro

"Daa daa!!" d/n ran towards her dad the first thing he stepped into the house. Her eyes were red and there were still tears left in her eyes.

"hey there little one," your husband picked your 3 year old up, "are you crying because you missed your daddy soooo much?"

"you wish," you laughed at your husband, giving him a peck on his lips as he frowned.

"so you don't miss daddy anymore? My princess is all grown up now, huh?" he feigned a hurt expression to your daughter.

"I do.." d/n gave a little pout exactly like her father's, "but daddy, Aunty h/n and Uncle Bokuto are having another baby!!"

"oya?" Kuroo looked at you in confusion, "why is this a news to cry about?"

"It's not fair!" d/n wailed, "I want another baby too!"

Kuroo laughed as he tossed his daughter in the air, giving a little kiss to her forehead.

"I'm on it," he winked at his mini him, "give daddy about 4 weeks, then you can share with Uncle Bo that you're gonna have another sibling too~"

"Tetsu!!" you pinched his sides, but something tells you that he was indeed serious.

Bokuto Koutaro

"Mummy! You're buttercup, I'm Blossom and d/n is Bubbles!" Your twin daughter came running to you while you were making an afternoon snack for the family.

"Hey! how about daddy!" your husband whined.

"You're professor!" d/n, twin number 2 exclaimed.

"But that makes mummy my daughter!" you husband finally got the logic right, "That's wrong! Mummy's my wife!"

You always found it funny how your husband liked to bicker with his 4 year old twin daughters about small matters like this.

"Okay!" twin number 1 exclaimed, "Mummy, we need another sister!"

"YA!!" twin 2 shouted from the living room.

"HEY HEY HEY!!" your husband stood up, skipping towards you with sparkles in his eyes.

He picked up the carrot you were slicing and dipped it into the hummus, "I think that's a great idea, mummy."

The carrot and hummus were placed right at your lips, "I think we can have the powerpuff boys next~"

"BO!"

Miya Atsumu

"alright, let's eat!" Osamu placed the pot of curry down on the dining table. You, Atsumu and your 3 year old son were visiting Osamu and h/n at their new home. Of course Osamu the chef had to cook personally for his favourite little nephew, s/n.

s/n always loved eating whatever his uncle made. He would polish his plate clean and that always made Osamu very proud.

"So~" h/n started to talk as everyone began eating, "we have news to tell you guys~"

"h/n is pregnant!" Osamu could barely contain himself.

Atsumu and you cheered loudly. "s/n! Uncle samu gonna have a baby! you'll have a play mate!" Atsumu told his son.

s/n stared at everyone with a blank look, feeling confused at what was going on. He didn't really understood the words 'pregnant', or 'playmate' quite yet."

As the four of you settled down, s/n suddenly broke the silence. "daaadaa! I want baby too!"

Everyone broke into laughter again as Osamu scruffled his nephew's hair.

Atsumu propped his head on his elbows as he looked at you with a grin on his face, "we'll have to see what mama says about that, little monkey~"

"Okay, let's just focus on dinner, shall we!" your face was flushed red.

Tsukishima Kei

"daddy~" your little princess tugged onto her dad's fingers. It was always when she wanted something from her dad, she'd do that.

"What is it, d/n?" The middle blocker picked his daughter up.

"Stella said that she's gonna have another sister in awhile so she won't have time to play with me next time..." she pouted

"oh, Stella from school?"

"Uh huh.." she frowned, "daddy?"

"Mhmm?"

"Can I have another sister too?"

Tsukishima blinked twice at what his daughter just said. The heat creeping up to his face as his ear tips reddened.

He cleared his throat, "What if it's a brother?"

"no, I don't want a brother!" d/n crossed her arm.

"But we can't really decide on whether it's a boy or a girl, princess.." Tsukishima gave his daughter a little sheepish smile.

"okay.. I just want another baby so they can play with stella's baby and I can play with Stella again!"

Tsuki raised a brow at his daughter. She was indeed smart but in kinda the wrong way. He shook his head, deciding not to further explain the situation.

"I'll talk to mommy tonight, okay? So you'll have to head to bed earlier so mommy and I have time to discuss about this."

Oikawa Tooru

"daadaa maamaa!!" your four year old was excited to see both of you pick her up today.

Your husband carried her in one arm and held your hand on the other. Even as he grew older, your husband's charisma never faded, there were still many moms stealing glances at his handsome features. But now as he held your daughter and you, all you felt was pride.

"Teacher Daisy is having a baby in her belly!!" she excitedly exclaimed.

You both looked at the young teacher, and congratulated her, wishing her all the best and to take good care of yourself.

"Cupcake, you have to be careful around Teacher Daisy, alright, do not knock into her or cause her to fall, her little baby in her belly might get hurt." You reminded d/n.

"Okay mama," she nodded her head

"When you were in your mommy's belly, daddy was very careful too~" your husband smiled at the memory, "daddy watched as you grew bigger in mommy's belly~"

"daadaa, I want to take care of mama and the baby in her belly too!"

"mama has no baby in my belly right now, cupcake." you giggled.

"That can be changed," Oikawa winked at you.

"Tooru!" you gave him the look.

d/n clapped her hands, "yes yes!! baby!!"

"Honey, we have to give our little cupcake what she wants~" Oikawa wriggled his brows at you.

[hqbaby]

fourteen — somebody’s losing

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

previous — masterlist — next

word count. 1.6k content. swearing, mentions of pregnancy, rough sex, unprotected vaginal penetration

“Aren’t you coming, Oikawa?” Hinata asks, bag slung over his shoulder as he passes Oikawa at the entrance of the locker room. “Omi said he’s treating us to that new barbeque place.”

The setter shakes his head. “I’m meeting up with Y/N,” he sighs. “Haven’t hung out with her in a while.”

“Tell her hi for me please!” Atsumu says as he walks out of the room, climbing onto Hinata’s shoulder much to the younger boy’s dismay. “I was gonna visit her, but she said ya already had plans. She wasn’t feelin’ too good today.”

“Yeah, she mentioned that her stomach was acting up.” Oikawa nods. When Suna walks out of the locker room and waves goodbye to him, a mischievous smirk makes its way to Oikawa’s face. “Gee, what if she’s pregnant?”

Both Atsumu and Suna’s faces visibly pale.

Oikawa starts walking away, patting Atsumu’s shoulder as he keeps his eyes trained on Suna. “Hope you’re ready to be a father, man.”

You laugh into your hands when he tells you about it later in his dorm room. “You did not say that to them!”

“Of course I did!” He’s laughing along with you. “You should’ve seen their faces! Suna was about ready to throw up!”

“That’s so evil, Tooru!”

He throws his hands up and shrugs innocently. “Hey, I’m not the one fucking you.”

You groan, throwing your legs over his lap and reaching for the bag of chips in his hands. “Do we really have to talk about this?” you ask, popping a chip into your mouth. “I said I was sorry for fucking your teammates.”

Your best friend rolls his eyes. “And I said you need to stop apologizing because that’s totally not the point.”

“What is the point then?”

“I don’t know if these guys are a good idea, Y/N,” he tells you. “Atsumu’s extremely anal about volleyball, it’s actually ridiculous. And I know that because I’m just like him,” he adds before you can even say a word. “I just don’t see him being a good partner in a relationship.”

You sink into your spot on his bed. “I know that,” you say quietly. “But I’m not any different, you know, which kinda works out in our favor. I get him, he gets me. Tada!”

Oikawa flicks your forehead. “Are you actually thinking about being in a relationship with him?”

“Maybe?”

“Y/N.”

You huff. “I mean, yeah. Kinda.”

“What about Suna then?” he asks. “You said you’ve been fucking him for, what, a year? Why not him? It seems like he makes more sense between the two of them.”

“Do you want me to be with Rin?” you shoot back. “Mr. ‘It’s Just Sex’.”

“I’d rather you not be with either of them, but I know you, Y/N. Don’t tell me you’ve stuck with that guy for this long just because you like fucking him.”

“You’d be surprised,” you say. He just stares at you with a raised brow, unconvinced. You relent. “Okay! Fine! I may have had a tiny crush on him for a while. But he’s an asshole. Atsumu’s not.”

The words feel strange on your tongue. You know it’s the truth. You know that’s exactly how you feel, but it’s weird saying it out loud. Suna’s an asshole and you’ve always known that, no matter what you might have felt for him. You also know that Atsumu changes things a little. That having someone who actually cares about you and doesn’t want to keep you a secret makes a difference in the grand scheme of things.

And that’s the only difference that matters.

Oikawa puts his hand on your knee. “You’re gonna have to choose eventually,” he says. “It’s not fair to them, but more importantly, it’s not fair to you.”

A laugh slips from your lips. “There’s nothing to choose,” you tell him. “Atsumu’s good for me and Suna isn’t. Atsumu might actually fall in love with me and Suna won’t. Atsumu wants me and Suna doesn’t. There isn’t much of a decision for me to make, is there?”

“Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good. So fucking good.”

You’re on Suna’s bed, ass up as he fucks you from behind. Your head is pressed against his pillow, moaning as he moves at an unimaginable pace. “Rin! Right there! Oh fuck!”

His thrusts send the whole bed shaking. “Right here?” he asks, reaching a hand around your waist to play with your clit. “That feel good, baby?”

“So good, Rin!” Your hands grasp his sheets, searching for something, anything to ground you. “Rin, please! Please!” You don’t even know what you’re begging for, too fucked out to care. “R-Rin! Fuck!”

The room smells of sex and sweat, walls vibrating with the sounds of skin against skin, the wetness of your cunt, and Rin chanting your name as he feels you tighten around him. “You close, baby?” he asks.

You nod, eyes crossing as you get caught in a state of complete ecstasy. “Uh-uh!”

“You gonna come with me?”

“Uh-uh!”

His hand comes down on your ass as his thrusts grow stronger, deeper. “Come with me, babe.” He feels you clench him, the tightest he’s ever felt, the best he’s ever had. “Fuck!”

He comes inside of you as you scream his name into the mattress. You clutch the sheets and cream around him, moaning when he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. Eventually, his thrusts become slower and more shallow as the two of you come down from your highs.

You slump forward, letting your ass drop, and he falls onto the bed beside you.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he says. “That was good.”

All you can do is hum in agreement. Your body aches too much when you try to move. You can already feel just how sore you are between your legs. That really was good.

Ping.

“Is it mine?” you ask, still unable to move your head up.

Suna flops over to check his bedside table. “Yeah,” he tells you. “You want it?”

You nod, groaning when you reach out for the phone he drops in your hand. “I would punch you right now if I could.”

He chuckles. “Does it hurt that much?”

“You have no idea.”

You manage to pull yourself up and turn your phone on, ignoring the way your legs protest as you move.

A message.

tsumu: found him at a party

tsumu: doesn’t wanna go home

tsumu: [sent an attachment]

It’s a picture of a spaced out Sakusa floating around a pool, fully clothed with the addition of a plastic crown on his head. A tired Osamu watches at the edge of the image, clearly having been dragged out in the middle of the night by his brother to pick his friend up.

you: lmao have u tried dragging him

tsumu: i pushed osamu in to get him

tsumu: [sent an attachment]

The picture’s blurrier, capturing Osamu screaming at the camera and Sakusa still floating but with noticeably wider eyes this time.

you: u r soooo dead

tsumu: ikr

tsumu: anw just wanted to let u know

tsumu: in case they can’t find my body tmrw

tsumu: night sunshine

You blink, staring at your phone. You don’t know why, but part of you was expecting him to ask you to come over. Or ask if he can see you tomorrow. Or something. And he didn’t do any of that. It surprises you a little.

“You okay?” Suna asks, lifting his head to look at you.

You stare at him for a moment. You almost forgot where you were.

“Oh,” you say eventually, “yeah, I’m good.”

Without even thinking, you get out of bed and start picking your clothes up from the floor, making your way to the bathroom.

“What are you doing?” he asks, brows furrowed. “Are you going somewhere?”

You’re on the toilet when he asks, already putting your bra back on. “Uh, yeah,” you tell him, grabbing a piece of toilet paper. “I’m going back to my dorm.”

“But why?”

You’re back in his bedroom, pulling your clothes on. “I have an early class tomorrow.”

Suna frowns. “But you always stay over. Even when you have to leave at like seven in the morning.”

“Did you want to fuck more?” you ask. There’s no venom to your tone, just genuine curiosity.

That only seems to make it worse.

“What?” He sounds offended, shocked even. “You’re just gonna leave because we’re done fucking?”

Some part of you thinks that you’re being silly. He's right, you always stay over. No matter what you had to do the next day, you never just got up and left in the middle of the night. Not when all of this started and especially not anytime in recent memory. But some other part of you asks why?

Why would you stay?

It’s just sex.

You smile at him, trying to pass your words off as playful. “Aw, can’t sleep without me?”

He looks serious. “Y/N—”

“It’s the first day of the new semester tomorrow,” you tell him. “I just don’t wanna be late.”

“You won’t be late if you stay over—”

You wave at him, already at the door. “Bye, Rin.”

He sits on his bed, stunned as the door closes behind you. He tries to wrack his brain for something he could have done. Did he hurt you too much? Did he say something wrong? Did he do anything to make you leave?

It takes a moment for the loudest thought in his mind to become clear, and when it does, it’s all he can think about: You just left him, but somehow, it feels more like he lost you.

notes. :D

[sassycheesecake]

A/N: Some people wanted a part 2 of this Atsumu X pregnant!Reader Story where Atsumu doesn’t know he’s gonna be a dad, so here ya go :D. P.S. I recently watched Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 and it destroyed me.

Here’s part one ❤️

The blonde Setter has the jitters while he is sitting on the plane, excited to see you again after being away from you for so long. He watches the outside world from the plane window, your beautiful smile embracing his mind and he can’t help but daydream about being reunited with you again.

Bokuto is sitting next to him, watching 'Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3' with tears in his golden eyes while snacking on NicNac‘s for the last thirty minutes.

With each crunch and sniffle of Bokuto, Sakusa who sits in front of the pair, can feel his patience snapping with each loud crunch.

Turning around, because the ravenette had enough, he frowns at the silver-haired Outside Hitter, quite disturbed by his appearance.

Inunaki, who is sitting next to Sakusa (and the only one that Sakusa tolerates sitting next to), also gets up to lean over his seat, staring with a frown at Bokuto.

"Bo, you good man?" The Libero waves his hand in front of the usual cheerful player.

Stopping the movie, Bokuto almost begins to cry hysterically while staring at his light-haired and the black-haired teammates, trying to explain while also hiccuping with tears.

"R-Rocket h-has s-s-such a sad p-past a-and i-it’s b-b-breaking m-my heart."

Atsumu doesn’t even acknowledge his teammates, still thinking about you with a goofy-lovesick smile on his face, making Sakusa almost gag by the sight of it.

"What’s wrong with him? He looks high." Inunaki asks with his head tilted to the side while looking Atsumu.

"When is there not something wrong with him." Sakusa mumbles before sitting down again properly, Inunaki following his moves.

"I heard that Omi." Atsumu says while still staring out the window.

Bokuto finally calms down, when Hinata, and who sits behind him with Joffe, hands him a few tissues that he had packed in his backpack.

Joffe leans forwards slightly, due to his massive height he doesn’t need to stand up to see his teammates.

"Missing your girlfriend? How’s she doing by the way?" Joffe asks.

Atsumu sighs before he turns a bit to look at the titan behind him.

"Yeah, missin' 'er terribly. An' she is doin' okay, I guess?Last time I called 'er, she was vomitin' lots. Must have been somethin' she ate, accordin' to 'er." Atsumu frowns deep in thought.

All of sudden, Hinata‘s orange hair pops up next to him.

"I hope she is okay. Maybe the flu?"

"Vomiting? You better not bring this illness to practice, we have a game in two weeks." Sakusa says in a threatening voice.

"Oh please, as if missin' yer presence on da court has any effect on our performance, Omi. We have plenty of players ta cover for ya."

Sakusa slowly turns his head, Hinata shrinks in fear behind the seat.

Bokuto does not care, still watching Guardians of the Galaxy in high anticipation, eyes entirely focused on the screen while munching on his snack loudly.

"Are you calling me useless on the court Miya?" The ravenette growls.

"Well if da boot fits-"

"Say that again to my face. I dare you." Sakusa begins to get up from his seat, about to strangle the blonde Setter, when the Captain, Shūgo Meian interrupts before it can escalate.

"Guys, we still have an hour left on the flight, behave. Please." Meian, the team captain calls out tiredly a few rows behind them.

"You heard the chief. No more fighting." Joffe laughs.

Sakusa huffs, putting his AirPods in, trying to calm down when he sits back down in his seat.

Atsumu looks back out the window, being with some people for a long time every single day for hours has really brought him to his limit.

Thank goodness the airport is not far from your shared apartment and the flight is less than an hour now.

Soon, he will be with you again.

Back at home, you just came back with some grocery bags, along with some prenatal vitamins from the local pharmacy.

Honestly you’ve been constantly so tired and grouchy, you’re thanking the heavens that Atsumu is not here with you right now.

He’d be constantly worried for you.

Putting away the groceries, you cut yourself some apple slices with honey as a dip and some rice waffles with strawberry Joghurt as dipping sauce.

Stocking the vitamins in the med cabinet, you begin to munch on your food when your phone rings.

Seeing Atsumu’s silly face on the screen, you put your food down and answer it.

"Hello, my handsome Setter." You greet him happily.

"Heyyy, my sexy girl. How’s it goin'?" Atsumu cheers back.

"Going good, missing you a lot. Just got back from the store to make some Japanese curry later on."

"Sounds delish. Hey, uh can ya open the door? I got some flowers in one hand an' my luggage in the other, kinda hard to open the door like that." Atsumu grins on the phone when he hears you gasp and run towards the door.

Highly confused at his saying, he hangs up all of sudden and you put your snacks down to run to the front door.

When you open the door, a 6'1 tall, athletic guy with messy blonde hair grins excitedly at you, a grin that you missed terribly.

Throwing yourself in his arms, Atsumu drops his luggage to the side, wrapping his strong arms around you while still having the flowers in one hand.

You breathe in his familiar scent, the smell of his expensive Ayurveda body scrub fills your nose and you almost tear up with how much you missed him.

Walking you backwards very carefully, Atsumu pushes his suitcase inside, while still holding you and closes the door, so the privacy between the two of you remains.

Remembering he got you flowers, he parts from you a little bit to hand them to you with a dazzling smile.

"Awww Tsumu, you shouldn’t have. They’re beautiful." You take in the beautiful smell of your favorite flowers but the usual lovely scent makes you nauseous.

The Setter sees your happiness turn into a wince and he immediately is worried again.

"Ya okay? Still feelin' bad from last night?"

"Yeah, uh the paella really did a number on me last night. I promise I’ll be fine." You chuckle, trying to convince him that it’s just the food making you feel bad and not the pregnancy.

"Mhm, okay, if ya say so." The Setter says unsure but doesn’t question you any further.

"I promise, I will be fine." You assure him once more with a long promising kiss and the Olympian practically sighs in bliss to feel your soft lips against his own after being apart from you.

The rest of the evening, you spend the time in each others arms, making up for being away from each other for so long.

Atsumu told you more stories about Argentine and his teammates, his stories make you laugh and appreciate that he is back home.

It’s late at night, due to Atsumu’s body still being used to Argentine’s time, he needs to get adjusted to Japan’s time again.

But not only the time difference is keeping the young Olympian up, your weird food eating habits, your extreme tiredness and your all of sudden sensitive smell to your favorite flowers is making him worried.

So he does what he always does, when he seeks out for advice, even if it physically pains him sometimes.

He texts his brother.

The next morning, you do feel a little bit better but for some reason, Atsumu is not his usual self.

He looks deep in thought, he looks very distracted since last night.

During breakfast, Atsumu pushes his food around a little bit, not really much eating any of it.

So you decide to break the silence.

"You’ve been awfully quiet, you okay?" You ask him in a quiet voice.

"Can I ask ya somethin'? An' promise ta be honest please." The blonde says, playing with his fingers a little bit.

For some reason, you have a feeling what this is about.

"Go ahead." You look at him and push your plate a little bit away.

"Are ya pregnant?" He looks at you with serious eyes, a small hint of fear behind those chocolate brown eyes of his.

You feel your breath hitch in your throat, surprised that he figured it out.

But Atsumu has always been direct, didn’t matter in what terms.

You gulp down nervously and you reply so quiet, that he barely hears it.

"Yes, I am." You confess.

Atsumu looks to the side shortly, shakily breathing before getting up and looking out the window, running his hand through his hair.

"I-I know we’re still young and y-you’re still focusing on your career… I am sorry this happened, I-I know this isn’t what you imagined when you got home, I will leave and I won’t bother you-" You start to panic, tears coming into your eyes, your hormones acting crazy.

Shocked by your sudden panic, he rushes to you in a heartbeat.

"Hey, hey… calm down okay? If anythin' we’re both at fault but we’ll get through this together kay? And honestly, this is the biggest and happiest surprise I have ever gotten home to. And I wouldn’t trade you or junior for anythin' in this world, my love. I love ya two more than anythin'."

"More than volleyball?" You ask teasingly with tears in your eyes.

"Maybe that’s pushin' it but yer high up there." Atsumu sticks his tongue at you cheekily.

You laugh with him, calming down that he looks happy about this pregnancy.

"How far along are ya?" He looks at you, intrigued as he caresses the lower part of your stomach.

"About 4-5 weeks I think? Still pretty early."

Atsumu takes your hand in his, still having his other hand on your stomach, indirectly asking you to stand up.

Following his lead, you get up and he rests his forehead against yours.

"I won’t leave ya side okay? I will stay by yer side and protect ya from any harm."

Sharing a deep, passionate kiss, you can’t believe that you and Atsumu made a life together and like Atsumu promised, he will share every moment of it with you.

[natashawritesstuff]

I hope your request are open so if u don't mind this one I was hoping to get like haikyuu boys(kageyama,oikawa,atsumu & kenma(maybe))with reader going to the doctors going to see a ultrasound of the babys?if you don't mind i love reading your stuff!have a good day!

pregnant reader x setters

cw: pregnancy stuff, vomit

2 weeks w/ Oikawa 

Oikawa holds your hair back as you throw up in the bathroom toilet. As you wipe your mouth with the napkin he had gotten for you he jokes, “so you don’t like the new recipe?”

You pant, “no, I don’t.’’

Later in the day as the two of you are cuddling on the couch you sit up quickly clutching your stomach and Oikawa looks at you concerned. 

“Baby, are you okay? Should we go to the doctor?”

“No, no, just period cramps probably.”

He paused, “speaking of when was the last time you had it?”

“What? It was….oh shit.”

***

“Congratulations,” the nurse says nervously, reading the room and seeing how you both didn’t seem to be in a celebratory mood. “I’ll give you a minute.” He excuses himself and then closes the door behind him. 

“Parents, huh?” Oikawa says and you can only nod.

“Parents,” you confirm.

“Think we’re ready?”

“Hell no, but…we’ll work it out.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, walking over to the image of your child, “we will be.”

12 weeks w/ Kageyama

“Water?” he asked. 

“Check,” you confirm. 

“Snack for the car?”

“Check,” you sing, holding up a granola bar. 

“Phone?”

“When do I ever forget my phone?” you wager and he clicks his tongue. 

“Right, you do have a problem,” he mutters. 

“Rude.”

“What’s rude is being late, so let’s get going,” he tells you, lacing your fingers together as he nearly drags you out of the apartment.

Ever since finding out you were pregnant, Kageyama, being Kageyama, has been so particular about everything it nearly causes a headache. The moment you wake up, he’s there with water and morning prenatal vitamins, and breakfast is already ready- in fact, everything you eat is already meal-prepped for you, by him, days in advance. He has notes of your favorite foods in his phone back from when you two were dating and used them to predict your cravings. Everything is taken care of and nothing is unexpected. He is seemingly prepared for anything involving the baby.

When you arrive at the office, you can see a hint of a smile fighting to form on his lips. Today is the 12-week ultrasound- aka-

“D-day,” he says, as he helps you out of the car- not that you needed it. 

Today is the day it is confirmed that you two are having a boy. Not to be confused with the day you find out, because Kageyama already knows. He says it’s a ‘dad gut feeling’ something you wouldn’t understand. He’s already ready to fill the nursery with posters of his old volleyball teams for ‘inspiration’ and has his jersey number on a onesie coming in the mail next Tuesday. Kageyama was prepared for anything. 

“And it’s a girl,” the nurse says with a smile and you feel your heart skip a beat before you look back at your husband who stared at the sonogram unblinking. 

“Really?” you ask for the two of you.

“Yes, congratulations.”

The car ride was silent, dinner was silent, everything for the next 4 hours was silent, and you were sure you broke him. It’s not until your moments before turning out the lights does he finally speak. 

“We’re having a girl,” he whispers, voice hoarse from lack of use. 

You turn your head and nod, agreeing, “yeah, baby, we’re having a girl.”

He smiles at you, and a single tear falls as he confessed, “I wasn’t prepared for that.”

His smile turns wobbly and you pull him in for a hug as he sniffles against your shirt. 

“Can we name her Tobia-”

“Baby that’s not funny.”

“I’m not joking-”

“Oh no, you have to be,” you tell him and he chuckles. 

15 weeks w/ Atsumu

You don’t learn how much of a weirdo Atsumu is until you are pregnant. You should have known something was up when he’s giggling when he serves you dinner one night and the moment you take a bite he tells you, “ya  know yer eating our child.”

You nearly spit the food out as you stare at him shocked. 

“What the hell?”

“Did I word that wrong? Our baby’s the size of a sesame seed,” he explains then gestures to your food, confused why you stopped eating. 

This continues on, for 4 weeks it was sesame, 5 poppy seeds, 6 lentils,  and so on and so on. By fifteen weeks little Miya is an apple and he’s grinning all the way through the beginning of the appointment as she spreads the gel on your stomach, which is now finally starting to show a bump.

“There’s baby,” the sonogram specialist says and Atsumu’s eyes grow wide. 

He’s speechless for a moment staring at the sonogram before he whispers, “the little apple has my nose.

“Yeah, I guess he does,” you agree before you confess, “I hope he’s just like you,” but it’s too quiet for him to hear as he can’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from the baby, already the apple of his eye; your little apple.

40 weeks w/ Kenma

“Hey guys,” Kenma greeted his chat as he logged onto his stream. 

Comments started flooding in and he squinted trying to read them, finally catching one, he replies, “no Y/N hasn’t given birth yet.”

“Wish I did,” you call out from the couch in the back of his room and even more comments flood in. 

Once nearly everyone in the chat is asking questions about you, Kenma sighs, sitting back realizing he’s not going to get to the game and accepts it.

How’s Y/N doing?

whens the due date

congratulations

is the nursery done?

boy or girl???

baby kenma loading!!

“Y/N’s fine, the due date passed, thank you, yes the nursery is done, baby girl,” he answers rapidly. 

Then squints again trying to catch a particular question, “I actually wanted to address this. No, you won’t be seeing baby Kenma until she understands what the internet is and can consent to being on it. I also want to keep that portion of my life private.”

how is he already such a good dad

we understand!!

will you teach her how to game off screen

Understandable, still wish we could see her though :/

Kenma leads the last comment and quickly mutes his mic and turns back to you, asking a question the chat can’t hear. After a few minutes, he unmutes and takes the framed photograph of the latest sonogram. 

“There’s baby Y/N,” he introduces your daughter to the world before he quickly takes the picture out of frame. 

Awww!

so cute 

make sure she gets some rest!!

we love you Y/N!!

baby y/n >>>>>>> baby kenma 

Kenma lightly confessing, “yeah, yeah, I like Y/N better than me too.”

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All This Time PT. 6 FINALE

Itoshi Rin x Reader

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Uncle Osamu!! (From Haikyuu) Summary: After getting pregnant by Rin at the age of 16, deciding that not telling him about is the best thing you could do for him. Considering his soccer career, you would only get in the way. I always imagined their red hair, the same shade as taylor swift from the all-too-well short film. It's such a beautiful shade!!! Rei's hair is also like that.

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“Let’s have dinner together.” 

Rei was still wrapped around Rin, not wanting to let her dad go. The thought of Rei bonding with Rin as her dad makes my heart feel warm. 

“Is it ok for people to see us together?” 

We were walking toward the exit where the car was waiting for us, Daisuke told us that there were paparazzi outside, more than usual he added.  Rin was about to answer my question but Daisuke beat him to it. 

“I think it’s best if you hide your identity for now. I suggest you wear your mask and shades, And for Rei, I think we have a hat here. Rei-chan, just keep your face hidden ok? There are gonna be a lot of cameras outside and your eyes might hurt if you look at them.” 

“Have her wear my shades” Rin said as he hugged Rei closer to his body as she buried her face to his neck more. Rei was being clingier than usual, I chuckled at the thought. I put on my mask and shades while Daisuke took out Rin’s shades. 

“What about you though?” As Daisuke handed Rei the shades. 

“I’m used to it”

I snorted at what he said, he stopped walking for a second but I continued walking. I was chuckling now. It’s just so cute to think that Rin is so famous now. 

“Something funny?” Then I felt him pinch my waist. I winced as I rubbed my waist.

“Nothing. I just can’t get my head wrapped around the fact that a lot of people know you”

He just hummed as he kept his arm draped over my waist as he carried Rei with his other arm. 

I adjusted the scarf around my head, making sure that it won’t fall off. “That looks good on you” To say that I was stunned at the sudden compliment would be an understatement. Good thing my mask was covering my face or else he would’ve seen my red face. That same ass effect again. 

We reached the door where the paparazzi were waiting for Rin. He said that I should go ahead of him so that he can keep an eye on me. Daisuke was in front of me, he told the guards to open the double doors, and I heard Rin tell Rei to keep her head down. As the guards fully opened the doors for us and revealed people with cameras, I even saw an interviewer. I was thankful that I was wearing shades. All the cameras started flashing, we walked through them. 

Let me rephrase that, we struggled through them, the guards trying their best to keep the people out of our way, and more guards from the stadium came in to help. I couldn’t help but listen to the questions the interviewers were asking Rin. 

“Are they you’re family?” 

“Why did you keep your wife and child in secret”

“How long have you two been together” 

“Are you from Japan?” 

“Are you Itoshi Rin’s wife?” 

“How long have you two been married?”

I shook my head at their questions, Daisuke opened the door of the car for me. I went inside and Rin followed behind me. 

“You good?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine” 

“Can I take this off now?” Rei said I told her that she could so Rin helped her take the hat off her along with the shades. I gave it back to Daisuke who sat in the front seat. 

“To Milos please” The chauffeur nodded and drove off. We were in a black van, the one that famous people would ride on, and there were two guards seated behind us. I put my bag down and pulled out my phone. There were over 20+ messages on my phone from Osamu, a few from atsumu, my mom, my dad, my cousins, my friends from work, and the list just goes on. I clocked on to Osamu's message. 

“Dude, WTF”  “I didn’t know that you were gonna sit in the front row, oh shit did Rin see you??”  “HOLY SHIT JUST SaW A PIC OF RIN TALKING TO YOU WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING” “BRO GOOD THING THEY WON BUT WTF YOU'RE ON THE NEWS, AND REI IS TOO”  “DUDE I JUST SAW A PIC FROM TWITTER, WITH REI HUGGING RIN BY THE WAIST DUDE, DID YOU TELL HER ALREADY?????!!?!?!??! ANSWER MY CALLS “  “WOW HI MS. FAMOUS, LOOK AT YOU, BEING THE “WIFE” OF A FOOTBALL STAR.”  “JUST READ AN ARTICLE SAYING THAT RIN HIS HIS FAMILY FROM THE FAMILY AHHAHAAHAHHAHAH, I CAN’T” 

I narrowed my eyes at the last few messages, but he did send pictures of us in the bleachers with Rei hugging Rin, then the next one was by the paparazzi just now. 

“I’ll call you tomorrow, we’re with Rin. We’re just gonna get dinner together”  “DON’T LEAVE ME WITH THAT WTF, TELL ME MORE”  “Tomorrow”  “NO, Y/N DON’T”

I turned off my phone, deciding to answer their messages later. 

“Rei are you tired?”

I looked at Rei who was fighting to keep her eyes open, “Yeah, but I want to have dinner together with Rin-san” 

“If you’re tired rei you should go to sleep, you shouldn’t force yourself to stay up,” I told her I can tell that she wanted nothing more than to have dinner together with Rin, but it was so late already. 10 pm to be exact. 

“But I want to have dinner with you two, together” She pouted while her chin was propped at his shoulder, and she made eye contact with me. 

I was about to answer her but Rin beat me to it. “How about we have breakfast together tomorrow? So that you can sleep now, I know you’re tired Rei, I saw jumping in the stands earlier” 

It was a sweet gesture, and Rei agreed and dozed off on his dad’s shoulder. I told the chauffeur about our hotel and then Rin offered to carry Rei to our hotel room. I agreed since I was tired too, and I wouldn’t be able to carry Rei on my own. 

We arrived at the hotel, but since our arrival was unexpected there weren’t any reporters or cameras. And since it was so late already, the only people in the lobby were the staff. Daisuke and the guards didn’t follow us into the hotel and just stayed in the car. We got in the elevator in silence, but not the awkward kind. Our friendship/relationship was the one that embraced silence. 

While Rin carried Rei, following me through the hall of rooms, I stopped in front of our door and swiped the key card in, I opened the door and let Rin enter first. I opened the lights and had him lay Rei down on one of the beds. I took off my shoes, and kind of winced since my foot was in a slightly uncomfortable position. I took off everything that I had in my head; my shades, mask, and scarf in my head. I put them all at the little dining table, that turned into a vanity table earlier this afternoon. Then I went to my bed and just let myself crash, not minding Rin who was watching me. I curled into the softness of the bed. 

I felt the bed dip beside me, I turned and saw Rin laying beside me, he was facing the ceiling while I just admired his side profile. 

“I looked for you everywhere you know? I first went to your house, but then I found out that you guys moved again, and I couldn’t contact you, I tried to look for you online but nothing helped. I gave after, I think 2 years. But I always look out for you in crowds you know, hoping that someday you’ll be watching my matches. And now it came true” 

“I’m glad you think that way, I honestly thought that you would resent me or something.” 

“Why?” 

“Well just pointing out the obvious, for hiding Rei. Don’t you hate me for it?” 

“I don’t hate you for doing what you thought was best. As much as I would’ve wished things would be different, I don’t think I’ll have what I have now if you did tell me. I’ll most likely be a part of a Japanese football club rather than PXG because I would have chosen you first rather than going away for soccer. But I’ll be happier because I’m with you two”

“Really? Do you mean that, or are you just saying that?” 

“I mean it” He lay down on his side and was now facing me, he was practically hovering over me at this point. I turned to my side and went close to his chest, he put his arm under my head so I could lay down with his arms around me. 

“I want to be a part of Rei’s life from now on, I want to get to know her” 

“Ok” 

After a few minutes of us laying there, I remembered that Rei was still in her sweaty clothes. So I tried my best to get out of Rin’s arms but he wouldn’t let me. 

“Where are you going? I just got you back and you’re already leaving” 

My heart pounded at what he said, and my face grew hot, shaking the feeling off. “I need to change Rei’s clothes along with mine. She’ll get sick if I don’t change her clothes” 

He thought about it for a few seconds but retreated his arms. I stood up from the bed and went to her suitcase and got her pajamas. Rin was in the bathroom while I changed her clothes, After that I brushed her hair and laid her down in a comfortable position before gathering my stuff and going to the bathroom. Rin opened the door and let me in, I placed my stuff down at the counter as I brushed through my hair. Then I removed my makeup with wipes, Rin was behind me watching me through the mirror, It felt as if 10 years hadn’t passed, it felt like our last meet-up was yesterday. Because I didn’t feel any distance between us, our relationship didn’t change. And I wouldn't have asked for more. 

I washed my face in the sink, slightly bending over. After watching my face with water, I straightened up and patted my face dry. As I put the towel down, I felt arms his arms wrap around my waist. His face was resting on my neck, I felt him peck my neck, then he peaked over and made eye contact with me as he kissed my neck. Moving down to my shoulder, and back to my neck. 

“I missed you, couldn’t sleep for weeks because I didn’t where you were. I was so worried” 

“Sorry for making you worry” 

He hummed and continued his thing. 

“I’m sorry that I wasn’t there when Rei came. I’m sorry that you had to take care of her on your own” I turned to face him and wrapped my arms around his neck 

“It’s ok, it wasn’t your fault that you didn’t know” 

He didn’t say anything but instead started kissing my jaw, moving toward my face. Until his lips were in front of mine, then we were 16 again, in his room, sharing a bottle of vodka, I remember the music playing in the background, I remember the warm feeling of his body against mine. His lips met mine as my hands automatically went to his hair. 

Suddenly remembering where we were, I stopped Rin before I couldn’t. He tried to kiss me again but I stopped him. 

“We can’t Rin…” 

‘Why?” he looked at me, expecting the worst. His eyes not wavering from mine. 

“Rei is just outside, and I have to take a shower. And Rei is just outside Rin, we can’t…” 

Rin just sighed and pushed his hair back. “I’ll order us some dinner, I’ll call my manager and say that I’m sleeping here” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes, so now go, take a shower” 

He left the bathroom without another word. 

After my shower, and changing into my pajamas, I dried my hair and did my skincare. I got out of the bathroom and saw Rin, putting out the food he ordered, It smelled delicious. I am on the point of starvation right now, I’ve been wanting to eat something ever since the first half. 

I sat down on the chair, while Rin sat down in front of me. We silently eat, I was too busy eating to talk, so Rin did the talking.

“Give me your phone number,” he said as slides his phone in front of me. 

“I already have your number, Your manager gave me a card earlier” 

“Just making sure, I’m not losing you again” 

My heart softened at his statement, so I typed in my number. Suddenly remembering the text unread messages on my phone, I went to my bag and took a look at all of the notifications, I had put my phone on do not disturb earlier so that it wouldn’t ring as much. 

20+ new messages from krazy Uncle Osamu

10 new messages from Mom <;3 

20+ new messages from Atsumu “piss” miya 

5 new messages from Dad <;3 

And the list just went on, and I haven’t even seen the number of calls that I got, some were from numbers I don’t even know. 

But I did answer my mom's message, she asked whether I told Rin about Rei or not, And I said I did and that he was happy to have Rei as his daughter. 

I had told her the truth about who Rei’s father was because Osamu got drunk and he accidentally mentioned Rin being Rei’s dad. At first, they didn't believe it, but I showed them a picture of me and Rin from that night. We had met up in the park that day. 

  it was a selfie I took of us, Rin and I were at the park, we were on the swing set. 

Dad did say that he will find Rin and beat him up for getting me pregnant, and Mom got sad because I hid it from them, She negotiated with me that I should go to Rin and tell him about Rei. But I stopped them, I told them my reason why I didn’t tell him. It took them some time to get on the same page as me, but it worked out in the end. 

“...what does Rei like to do?” 

Rin looked so shy to ask, I don’t blame him. 

“You can ask her tomorrow, I’m sure that she won’t leave out any details. She is a very energetic kid you know, gets excited by the smallest things” 

I smiled down at my food as I continued eating.

“I can tell, by her expression that she’s ecstatic because she has a dad now, and she’s even happier to have you as her dad” 

“I’m glad that she feels that way” 

We finished eating, and while I cleaned up the take-out containers, Rin went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and I followed behind him after cleaning up. He scooted to the side to make room for me in front of the sink. 

After brushing our teeth, Ri made his way to the bed, We lay down beside each other. A nostalgic feeling flowed through me. The feeling seemed so obvious, so right. 

Sleep soon took over me, and I felt Rin wrap his arms around me as I slept.  Not before hearing him mutter the words I’ve been longing to hear. 

“I promise that I’ll protect you two from now on And that I’ll never leave you again. Never again” 

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Being Atsumu’s Pregnant Partner:

YN goes into Labor

Atsumu Miya x Pregnant! GN reader

Warnings: swearing, pregnancy and a lot of stuff to do with pregnancy, mentions of throwing up and bodily fluids

***pregnancy is different for everyone and I’m basing this off my own personal experience

AN: *sigh* friends I’m having major baby fever and since I’m forever done diy-ing my own, I shall instead write about it 😌 maybe I should just get a kitten

Looking back now, it probably wasn’t the best idea to go to a professional, five set volleyball match at 39 weeks pregnant but here you were. You’d always been the devoted type, doing anything and everything you could to support your man no matter what.

Atsumu Miya wasn’t always the easiest partner to have but you loved the big dummy. He was extremely dedicated to his sport and team, which made dealing with him outside the court rather bothersome at times.

Nevertheless, you decided that you could stand just enough of him to spend your life by his side and raise a family. His brother, Osamu, asked you about a million times is you were for sure ready to raise a baby Miya. He knew exactly what it would be like because he was one.

At first you laughed it off, thinking that you had a few years of rest before the chaos would ensure but man, were you wrong. You’d become pregnant relatively quickly, making both you and Atsumu extremely excited.

However, your excitement soon dampened as you began spending most of your day hugging the porcelain thrown or downing antacids to help with the wicked indigestion that crept up your throat at every turn. Your breasts ached, your sleep suffered and the smell of nearly anything sent you running to the bathroom. Your skin broke out, hair began to shed, and most days, you felt like a Sméagol from lord of the rings, just trying to protect your unborn baby.

Atsumu had been as supportive as you imagined he’d be. This mostly meant calling Osamu to make you something to eat or google home remedies to help with your morning sickness. Osamu was also extremely excited for his little niece or nephew to make their appearance, doing whatever he could when Atsumu was gone to help you.

You’d managed to make it all the way to 39 weeks, and you were excited to finally be done. The doctor had scheduled an induction for the following week because of blood pressure issues. You weren’t exactly stoked about the idea of an induction but the fact that you’d be able to meet your baby soon was thrilling.

You waddled your way through the crowd, waving to people as you passed. Akaashi had stopped to talk with you as well as Asahi and Suga. It was nice to see everyone again even though you were exhausted.

“There they are!” Osamu yelled, waving you over to his Onigiri stand as you huffed and puffed, finally able to stop. The pressure from the baby was making it difficult to walk, your pelvis hurting as you leaned on the corner of his stand, his chuckle causing you to glare at him.

“You know you could have stayed him YN. Sumu pays for the expensive sports channels because he’s obsessed with watching replays of his games, I’m sure you’d see him on there,” Osamu joked as you motioned for a delicious looking Onigiri in the corner of the display case.

“This will probably be the last game Sumu plays in for a bit because of his paternity leave. I don’t want to miss it!”

Osamu chuckled, shaking his head as you made your way to the stairs of the bleachers. Your phone rang as you began to ascend, huffing and puffing as you walked up.

“Hello,” you answered as the noise of the locker room filled your ears.

“Hey baby! Did ya make it?” Atsumu shouted back as you finally found your spot and took a seat releasing a heavy sigh as you settled in.

“Not up as high as I normally go but my feet hurt too much to even care.”

Sumu laughed as you looked around to see the stands filled with people.

“Well just relax baby, this time next week will be in the hospital having our baby!”

You groaned just thinking about the idea of pushing out this child, knowing that the possibility of having a small baby was out of the picture.

“Yeah yeah, just make sure you win today, ok? I don’t want yo moping around the house for the next week!”

Atsumu laughed loudly as you smiled. He agreed and hung up the phone, knowing you’d be there to support him no matter what happened.

The teams took their places, and the match began without a hitch. You knew it’d be a long one by the sheer energy happening around you. Two sets had already taken place and the teams were tied. You watched as Sumu slammed a service ace right into the opposing team's court. Your man was on fire today, probably excited about everything happening around him.

The pressure of the baby on your bladder, pushed as you tried to adjust, not wanting to walk out right in the middle of Sumu’s serves. Of course, you knew his serves could go on for a while, so you finally caved, as you thought about the nearest bathroom.

Standing up, you felt a twinge hit. Your back began to radiate pain as it moved to the front of your belly. You gritted your teeth, gripping the side of the chair as you grabbed your stomach.

“Are you ok?” Someone asked as you turned to them confused and nodded. There was no way this was anything more than Braxton hick's contractions, right?

The pain subsided as you assured the person you were ok and made your way to the bathroom. In the bathroom, you noticed you had started losing the mucus plug your doctor had talked about. You knew this meant nothing and weren’t concerned as you continued to feel the baby kick in your stomach.

Washing your hands, you felt the pain against radiate from your back to your front. You had no idea how far apart these pains were as you quickly grabbed your phone and waited for the pain to subside.

Hitting the timer, you exited the bathroom and made your way back to your seat. You felt another pain hit as you quickly checked the timer.

7 minutes.

Standing on the side, you waited for the pain to pass again before ascending the stairs. At this point, you were clearly in denial that anything was happening. Surely these were only practice contractions. Your body had done them before but then again, they’d never felt quite like this.

You restarted the time as you finally sat down, trying to remain calm as you focused back on the game. A few minutes passed again before the pain started, only this time, you felt a pop, followed by a trickle of water fill your pants. You began to stand up as the pain emanated through your stomach.

“Hey Yn- YN HOLY CRAP!” You heard someone yell as Osamu came running over you to, abandoning the Onigiri in his hands to grab onto your arm and steady you.

“Samu the baby, I think the babies coming!” You whined as Osamu’s eyes widened at you, the crowd cheering as MSBY scored yet another point.

At this point, you had tears in your eyes, the pressure from the baby pushing more fluid from your body as the pain continued to radiate. You leaned hard on Samu, groaning as you tried to make it through the pain.

Osamu looked around for anyone he knew, anyone who could possibly help him get you downstairs and to the hospital. As if on cue, he looked down to see Sakusa’s eyes locked with his. He knew his best bet at this point was to try and signal to Sumu that you were in labor.

“YN’s in labor!” He mouthed as Sakusa’s eyes widened and he turned to Sumu who was in the back row. Sakusa wasn’t sure what to do as Sumu was preparing to serve yet again. He wasn’t a person to normally shout but then again, it wasn’t everyday his teammates partner was in active labor at a game.

He looked over to the coach who was now concerned about what was going on with him and why he continued to trail his eyes into the crowd. At this point, Hinata had begun to notice as well, his eyes following Sakusa’s as he saw you, bent over and holding your stomach as Osamu supported you.

“Holy crap YN’s in labor!” He shouted just as Sumu threw the ball up the serve. His eyes widened as his palm made contact with the ball.

“WHAT!?!” He bellowed, sending the ball slamming hard into the other side of the court as the whistle blew signaling the end of the set.

Atsumu quickly looked up to see Osamu helping you down the stairs as you breathed, your face contorted in pain.

“Shit Yn!” He shouted, quickly taking off into the crowd to get to you. He ran as fast as he could, dodging people left and right until he finally met you at the base of the stands.

“YN’s definitely in labor Sumu, their water broke and everything. Contractions are 7 minutes apart right now, but they are in a ton of pain,” Osamu recited as you moaned through another painful contraction, Atsumu grabbing onto your belly and helping lift it to relieve some pressure.

He hadn’t been super eager to take the birthing class suggested by your doctor, but he had to admit, the techniques were coming in handy.

“Sumu the game!” You whined as the contraction ended. Sumu shook his head vigorously before he was interrupted.

“Don’t worry about the game Yn, we will put in our sub and thanks to Sumu’s service ace, we are ahead a set,” Coach answered, coming up with Meian and Sakusa

“Just worry about having that baby Yn!” Meian chuckled as you smiled.

“Please take YN to the hospital now, do you know how unsanitary birthing a baby here would be?” Sakusa demanded as Atsumu blindly nodded and took control of you, Osamu running ahead to grab his car to help.

At the hospital, the doctor checked you before the anesthesiologist made their way to you, providing you with a moment to breathe. Osamu was waiting outside, not wanting to miss the birth of his brothers baby.

“Don’t you wanna watch the game Sumu?” You asked as your partner came beside you and grabbed your hand.

“Nah, Hinata texted me and told me we won. I’ll just watch it when we get home from the hospital. Plus, I want our baby to see how awesome I look on TV!”

You giggled, laying your head back as you rested your body. Atsumu right by your side as you entered this new stage of life together.

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papa!atsumu who proves time and time again that he's a huge sucker for his precious family.

the pregnancy of his girlfriend (you), was unplanned and somewhat expected, being atsumu have not been being safe with you for the past few weeks.

the two of you were young, barely even 25, you had thought that atsumu would be against it, wanting independence and that delicious feeling of no baggage.

and yet, when he found out you were pregnant, he was over the moon.

it was almost surprising, best care scenario was him saying, "oh cool," — you didn't expect him to scoop you into his arms bridal style and kiss you all over.

it seemed he loved the idea of being a father, and especially being the father to your children, his adorable highschool sweetheart.

he was quick to tell his brother first, and then the rest of his family, and whichever close friends he had, nonstop yapping about how he was gonna be a dad, and how he's gonna have such cute kids.

he immediately brings up the idea of getting married to you, it wasn't a foreign topic for the both of you, it was just something the two of you never got around to doing.

he didn't mind it he had to elope and have a small get together, he just wanted to see you have his last name, liking the way it rolled off his tongue, "miya y/n."

during your entire pregnancy, he was nonstop hovering and touching your stomach, getting excited whenever he felt the baby's kick.

it almost seemed he talked to the baby more than he talked to you at some point, either rambling on about his day or crap-talking his own brother.

it was almost refreshing, to see a new side of this once carefree guy.

now, he was wanting to spend more time with you at home, sometimes skipping practice just to be with you, saying that he'll just "practice from home."

he just wanted to lay his head into your lap, his arms wrapped around your waist as he whispered sweet nothings to your unborn baby.

it was almost endearing to see him become especially 10x more protective of you, giving a death glare to anyone that came too close to you. never failed to say how amazing you looked pregnant with his baby.

while he wasn't sure what he wanted to name the baby, he just knew he wanted it to sound "cool".

god, you wish you took a picture of the look on his face when you told him you weren't just having one baby, but two. you thought maybe that fact would get him scared, but once again, you were proven wrong.

"two for the price of one, how cool," he would say, his hand cradling his chin as he thought.

"atsumu, that's not how it works.."

he wanted both a girl and a boy, a girl because he liked the idea of a mini you, and a boy just so he would do "boy" things with.

he did look a little nervous when it was revealed you were having two girls instead.

your pregnancy cravings made him do a double-take, but he would always end up watching you with his arms crossed, an eyebrow raised with shock at whatever concoction you made.

he was almost late for the birth.

he frantically cursed at whoever was in his way while speeding on the way to the hospital, cursing the damn geezers who were still for some reason driving like they were in slow motion.

he felt really mad at himself for being late to the labor, kissing your sweaty forehead as he mumbled promises against your skin, promising to make it up to you later.

he was really supportive during the birth, his hand never leaving yours, yelling bouts of encouragement and never once complained when your grip became a little too tight for his liking because if anything, he was impressed at your strength.

he couldn't help but shed a tear or two when he first held his baby-girls.

how precious, maybe a little alien looking, but still precious.

he cursed to hell, cheekily making a comment about how someone must've been cutting onions.

absolutely adored his girls, showing them off to anyone who had working eyes. nothing made him happier than when they giggled at the silly faces he would make.

as they got older, their preference for their father showed greatly, and atsumu knew this very well, making a snide comment or two about how he was the "favorite".

the carefree man you once knew was gone, now being replaced with this protective and almost anxious guy who cried when his daughters first went to daycare.

your daughters for sure took after their father in many ways, as they somehow inherited their father's sassy attitude and confidence.

it never failed to make you laugh when atsumu was being mercilessly ganged up on by two toddlers, taunting him ruthlessly.

he'd try his best to counter their sassiness, but would ultimately find himself "wondering" where they got this attitude from.

oh, how he loved his daughters greatly, even when they were bullying him until he was red in the face, even when they were nasty and sick and borderline contagious with whatever illness they had.

he adored his daughters, never wanting to waste a single moment away from them. cuddle time was a special time to him, one on either side of him as they all drifted to sleep, disney movie long forgotten.

no, he'd never fail to say it, nor would he ever shy away from the fact that he's a proud father to his precious baby-girls.

[rinniemybeloved]

[☆] - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒

notes : kodzuken pls pay my bills

warnings : kinda ooc shirabu, atsumu not rlly wanting to be a dad

pairings : various setters x fem!reader, reader is Iwaizumi's sister in oikawa's part

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐄 - 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

He's a very busy man. Being a stock trader, a pro gamer, a youtube content creator, and a ceo all at once wasn't something many could do. It was clear that he didn't wan't to be in a relationship and didn't have time to be in one anyways. But, his mother has always loved the idea of her son having a 'traditional' family. He didn't want to upset his mother, so he agreed to marry the girl his mother picked for him, you. At first, he tried to ignore you, but how long can you ignore someone who literally lives in the same household as you?

"If you want to live here, you have to make yourself useful."

𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐀��𝐇𝐈 - 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

You and Keiji had broken up a long time ago. The last year of highschool, to be exact. It was just a normal first relationship and you both broke up on good terms. It only lasted a few months, anyways. But within those few months, you developed a special admiration for him. He wasn't just 'any other guy that you had dated', he was politer and his reserved nature made you feel comfortable. So, when you two bumped into each other seven years later, you two tried to give it another shot. That's when you realized that Keiji didn't really change at all, he was still him.

"It was right person wrong time, and this might just be the right time."

𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 - 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃

You're the younger sister of Hajime Iwaizumi, so you've known Oikawa for many years. You were really close to him, you even knew some things about Tooru that not even your brother knew. There was always a bond between you two, but you thought that Hajime would get mad if you spoke out about it. During Hajime's wedding, Tooru had had way too many drinks and was saying whatever comes to his head without thinking. You were having fun watching him slur his words and say the dumbest stuff ever, until he said something about you.

"No, I am not drunk! If I was, I'd say how much I wanna kiss you right now."

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐔 - 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

He was one of the most successful doctors in the country, while you were just an average nurse. You were scared of approaching him, it didn't seem like he wanted to waste his time talking to someone like you. You knew that it wouldn't be good to keep your feelings hidden, so you managed to pluck up the courage to finally go up to him during his lunch break. You asked him a few things about his job, and luckily, it went well! You tried not to get your hopes up after just a small interaction, but you could feel that everything would continue to get better after this.

"You're not one of those girls who're gonna ask me for my snapchat, right?"

𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 - 𝐂𝐎-𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

You got pregnant at seventeen, so it was expected that Atsumu didn't want to ruin his bright future by taking care of a kid. The boy tried to avoid talking or even thinking about you and the baby at any cost. You were a girl of the past to him. But, that hatred he had for you all faded away when he saw you with your 3-year-old daughter, he couldn't help but want to be in his daughter's life. He was brave enough to reach out to you and ask to start over. So, you gave him the chance to visit his daughter once a week. But, he wanted more than that.

"Is wanting to be a part of both of your lives too much to ask?"

𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 - 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍

If he was the moon, then you were his sun. Even if he would never admit it, you made his day brighter by doing the smallest of things. Unfortunately, you two never had the time to actually hangout and spend time because of him always being attached to volleyball. Even with the small part of his daily life that you were in, you almost always seemed to make it better for him. He didn't really even know why. You packed his lunch, helped him with his studies, tied his shoes (he can't tie shoes lol), the list just goes on. There were some times when he thought—

"Do I make her as happy as she makes me?"

Requests are open!

[dragonslayer-5fanfiction]

Haikyuu Fic Rec. List

I love all of these! But the ones with one star are my more favorites, and the ones with two stars, I will die for.

You get in an argument -He says he can date anyone after you argue @luvbub

Akiteru x Reader -Akiteru Retainer  Kinda NSFW, but also crack  🌟@heich0e

Awkward Sex moments -Awkward bf’s and what happens. @nicka-nell NSFW

More awkward sex moments NSFW @bbytetsu

Defending you from jealous girls. Series.  🌟 @volleychumps

Kageyama x Reader -Kageyama defending you after Atsumu cheats @millenialfanfictionaddiction

Sugawara x Reader -Little Ones Sugawara dating Children’s teacher. Series.  🌟 🌟 @sugawalmartwobble

Makki x Reader x Kyioko -Reader starts dating Kiyoko and Makki cute NSFW 🌟 @multifandhoem

Oni Ushijima  Reader is offered up as sacrifice to Oni Uhisjima while her mom is terribly ill.  NSFW.  🌟 @lovelorn-thots

Team Mom -Reader is mom of one of the players from the teams and dates the assistant coach. Series. Some of them are NSFW. @millenialfanfictionaddiction

Soldier Sakusa He returns from war, and stays with reader and her mom. Slow burn, slight angst. NSFW.  🌟 🌟 @inherdaze

Tendou x Reader -You manage Seijoh, and have a thing for Tendou. NSFW @nonstop-haikyuu

Tendou x Reader -You enjoy horror movies. Tendou enjoys horror movies. So you have a horror movie marathon. NSFW.  🌟 🌟 This is like my top comfort fic!!! @satendou

Daichi x Reader -Diachi’s thick thighs help your aching legs during a sleepover. What will happen next? Series.  @lostinthewiind

Multiple boys x Reader -You run into your toxic ex while with your new boyfriend. Series.  @tetsvhoe

Tsuki x Reader -What happens when Tsukishima gets comfortable in your relationship. @kentolove

Multiple Boys x Reader-The boys explain to a curious mind how morning wood works. Series.  🌟 @peachycoreroo

Multiple Boys x Reader-You used to have a crush on them, and they find out later. Series.  @nishiannoya

Kita x Reader-Reader is going through a tough time mentally, and goes to stay with Kita. NSFW.  🌟 🌟 This one made me late for work, but it is so so good! @shibaraki

Multiple Boys x Reader -CUTE moments with your pregnant belly. Multiple characters. @miyazas

Multiple boys x reader- really cute. You are Karasuno's manager at a training camp, and each chapter is a different boy liking you. Ao3

Haikyuu Au -over 100 chapters of different AU's. This is the A03 link, in the first chapter they have a link to their tumblr and wattpad. 

Suna x Reader - Suna planning for your wedding. @izurou

Matsukawa x Reader- More Matsukawa centered. He gets spooked at work. It's a horror piece. It's really good had my heart beating fast, and I like horror. 🌟 🌟 @iwaizoomiess

Suna x Reader -Suna is gone for an away game. Maybe there's a surprise coming? @emmyrosee

Kita x Reader -Kita is so cute. I don't really have a description, he's just cute. @shoulmate

Sakusa x Reader -The beginning of this caught me off guard, but it's just a cute moment in your relationship. @emmyrosee

Sugawara x reader - this is a haikyuu x the office au. It's fantastic, and suga is jim. It's beautifully written, and cringe when needed, and its a whole meal, and more is coming. 🌟🌟 @310802

[sunarots]

baby, its cold outside

pairings: atsumu miya x fem!reader

summary: it’s christmas day, and you just had to get away from your overbearing family. you love them, but you need a break from them. in one of the only open bars, you meet their only other customer: one atsuma miya. and he is not quite ready to let you go home after only one drink.

warnings: alcohol, strong language

christmas masterlist

“Come on, lovely. I haven’t even caught yer name yet.” The blonde signals to the bartender for another two drinks, sliding into the seat beside yours. “You can stay for just another drink, can’t ya? It’s freezing out there.”

You can’t help but laugh at his attempts — he’s certainly determined. “Okay, fine. But just one more. I really do have to get home to my family.”

“I’m sure they can wait just another ten minutes,” he assures, sliding a large note over to the bartender. “Keep the change.”

His entire demeanour amazes you. “Trying to impress me even more?” You quirk an eyebrow, finishing the glass to swap the bartender for your new glass.

“Why would I have to impress someone when I don’t even know their name?”

You laugh, lifting a hand over your mouth. “I’m y/n.”

“Well, y/n, it’s my pleasure,” he responds, tugging the hand from your mouth and pulling it into a handshake. “I’m Atsumu Miya.”

The name rings a bell, but you don’t linger on the topic any further. “So, Atsumu, what brings you out here on Christmas day?”

He beams, sipping his beer. “Overbearing family, just like you. My brother’s brought his pregnant girlfriend, which has obviously gotten me under fire about my lack of relationships.”

You raise an eyebrow and eye him up and down. He certainly doesn’t look like the type of guy who wouldn’t have a girlfriend. He’s got a good physique and, even you have to admit, he’s very good looking.

“Keep it in yer pants.” He laughs, and a red tint rises to your cheeks at being caught out. Atsumu doesn’t take his eyes off yours. “What brings you out here?”

“My family at Christmas are very stressful. There’s not enough alcohol in their house to make me stay there the whole time. So, I said I had some work to finish up before tonight.”

“Families, eh?” He clinks your glasses together and brings it to his lips.

“Yeah, they’re a pain in the ass.” You look at the clock on the wall behind Atsumu’s head, trying to figure out how much longer you could put off returning. Dinner isn’t until half 3, which is an hour away. You could get away with…

“Aw, ya can’t leave me on my own yet. When you leave, I have to go as well!” he whines, tilting his head.

You can’t help but smile. “Why do you have to leave when I go?”

“Because otherwise I’ll just be that guy in the bar, alone on Christmas. I can’t have that bein’ everywhere by New Year.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Why will it be everywhere by New Year? Who has to know?”

Atsumu turns and looks at you as if you just said the most ridiculous thing in the world, and maybe you have. But you don’t know why he’s looking at you that way, and it hits him that you have no idea of who he is.

The smile returns to his face and he shrugs his shoulders. “I dunno. Don’t listen to me, I’ve had three drinks and not eaten anything to prepare for Christmas dinner. I must be drunk.”

Tilting your head to the side, you don’t completely believe him. But you have nothing to back yourself up, so you remain quiet. “How will you get home if you’re drunk? You’re not driving, are you?”

“Nah, I’ve got a ride. Don’t worry yer pretty head about it’.” He winks, and finishes off his next drink. “Did you drive?”

It’s not until he asks you that you realise you can’t drive back home. Your face must show it because Atsumu bursts out laughing. “Okay, maybe I was a little caught up in the moment of needing to get away and didn’t think that far ahead,” you defend yourself, sipping your gin.

“Would ya like a lift home, darlin’?”

He flashes you a smile and the same question runs through your mind once again. How is a man like this still single? He can flirt, he’s hot as hell, and his smile. God, he had a truly beautiful smile. Your knees were weak, thank god you were sat down.

Oh god, what if he’s a murderer? That would explain why he’s single. No man can be this nice and attractive. He has to be a serial killer, and you’re his next victim. You just can’t catch a break!

“Well?”

You shake yourself out of your spiral, giving him a hesitant smile. “Um…”

“I’m not gonna hurt ya. If it’ll help, you can sit in the front with my driver and I’ll sit in the back?” he offers, taking out his phone as it starts to ring. He sighs. “Sorry, darlin’. My brother.”

You nod, considering his offer as he swivels in his chair and brings the phone to his ear.

“What? Tell ma I’ll be back soon. What? You what!?” Atsumu drops back his head and tries to contain his noises of frustration. “Congratulations. I’ll be back in an hour. Yeah, whatever.” He ends the phone call and drops his phone on the bar, downing the rest of the drink.

“Rough call?” you joke, watching the smile return to his face and a laugh slipping from your lips.

“They’re gettin’ married,” he whines, turning back to face you. “Married, y/n! Mrs. Osamu Miya. Fuckin’… It’s like he’s out to get me! He wants this holiday to be miserable for me.”

“He’s not out to get you, Atsumu. What would he gain from this?”

He chuckles. “He’s my brother. He loves watchin’ our parents interrogate me after he drops news like this. Last year he posted it on the Onigiri Miya TikTok page and I went viral. My teammates still watch that fuckin’ video.”

“There’s a video?” you ask, eyes wide. “I would kill my sister if she did that to me. She’s constantly bragging to our parents about her career, she’s going to be an environmental lawyer. I’ve gone back to university because I changed my mind on what I want to do again, and my parents are acting like I’m insane. How can you choose just one thing to do, you know? I wanna be everything, but there’s not enough time.”

Atsumu nods along to your words. “Yeah, I get that.”

“What do you do? How did you choose?”

“Well, I played volleyball in high school and loved it. I got an offer not long after I finished and decided that’s what I wanted to do,” he explains, shrugging his shoulders. “You’ll figure it out eventually. Ya still have time.”

You nod slowly, taking in his words. You pick up your drink to sip a little more, before turning to look at him once again with furrowed eyebrows. “Wait… You’re that Atsumu Miya?”

He nods his head. “Yeah. Was waitin’ to see how long it was gonna take you to realise.” He laughs, looking over his shoulder to catch the time.

“Wow. The camera really doesn’t do you justice,” you comment, finishing off your drink. “Is your driver here?”

“Unfortunately,” he responds, pushing himself off his chair. “Ready to return to hell?” He holds out his hand for you to take with a smile, using his other to grab his coat.

You sigh. “Not quite, but we don’t seem to have a choice.” You take his hand and follow him to the door of the bar. “Are you allowed to leave the bar holding my hand? Or are people going to assume you have a secret girlfriend?”

Atsumu pauses before opening the door, turning to face you. “I don’t care people think yer my girlfriend.” He gives you a smile and rests his back against the door of the cafe. “Yer cute, sweet. Different to my exes. I think, if anything, it should be you worrying about bein’ seen as my girlfriend. Does it bother ya?”

You shake your head. “No. Because we were sat at the bar for over an hour and you didn’t once glance at my boobs.”

He laughs, pushing the door open with his back and pulling you with him. “Come on, darlin’. There’s champagne in the limo, let’s get a little more tipsy.”

[wttcsms]

🧸 wttcsms works in progress;

last updated feb. 12, 2024

i'm trying to be more mindful of the projects i tackle while also ensuring that i stay on top on requests from you guys!! i know i don't really reply to my asks or give indication that i've received them, but that's because i just like having a record of your request/if it's a compliment, i hold it very close to my heart and want to always have it on hand haha!! the plan is to knock out everything on the list, but this is just so y'all have an idea of what i'm working on + how things are looking :)

⸺ personal projects ✧ daylight (part three), colt grice -> est. 50-60k (it's a big chapter LMAO) -> current status: 10k written

⸺ followers' choice ✧ balancing act (part one), satoru gojo -> est. 15k (it's no daylight chapter & i know your attention span is lacking) -> current status: 4k written

⸺ sleepover event ✧ knockout, armin arlert -> est. 5k (these were supposed to be drabbles 😭) -> current status: completed outline -> general premise: underground fighter!au ft. undercover detective!armin who has to participate in an infamous fighting ring in order to get close to the lead crime family running this operation. his assignment is to get sufficient evidence leading to the family's downfall, and you happen to be the easiest target to get close to: the daughter of the crime boss. [based off the selected trope of 'i bet on losing dogs' reader x the losing dog (armin)"] ✧ untitled, hajime iwaizumi -> est. 2k -> current status: planning/currently outlining -> general premise: it's gonna be giving romcom, it's cute and fluffy [based off the selected trope of wrong number, right person] ✧ when he sees me (i like him and he knows it), satoru gojo -> est. 6k -> current status: completed outline -> general premise: 5 times gojo crashes your date + the 1 time he gets to take you out [based off the selected trope of being disgusted about realizing your crush on him] ✧ no more keepin' score (now i just keep you warm), kiyoomi sakusa -> est. 5k -> current status: currently outlining/1k written -> general premise: 5 times you just miss each other + the 1 time you finally formally meet ✧ conversations in the dark, simon "ghost" riley -> est. 2k -> current status: completed outline -> general premise: reader is working as an intel officer for simon; simon doesn't know that this means he can expect 2 am phone calls from you *NOTE THAT IF YOU PARTICIPATED IN THIS EVENT AND DO NOT SEE YOUR REQUEST, I AM STILL GOING THROUGH THEM AND ADDING THEM TO THE LIST!

⸺ second couple syndrome event ✧ untitled, hiromi higuruma -> est. 4k -> current status: planning/currently outlining -> general premise: based off the prompt of the hot, rich older man x the spoiled heiress who's not so easy to impress or get *NOTE THAT IF YOU PARTICIPATED IN THIS EVENT AND DO NOT SEE YOUR REQUEST, I AM STILL GOING THROUGH THEM AND ADDING THEM TO THE LIST!

⸺ general requests ✧ untitled, atsumu miya -> anon asked for pregnant!reader x atsumu fluff drabble

[nicka-nell]

The Atsumu - pregnant reader fic was so sad but also sweet **cry**

Can you do Suna x pregnant reader also a bit angst but with a good end for both of them?

Maybe he jokes about reader because she gains weight and she tells him it's because she's pregnant?

TY!

Aaah I'm glad you liked it! 🥺 And sure let's do that. I think it's only a bit angst... But more the fear because of the readers weight because of the pregnancy. Anyway, I hope you like it. 😇💚

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Pregnancy confession going wrong

Pairing: Suna Rintarou x reader

Genre: a bit angst, fluff

Warning: mention of gaining weight (due to the pregnancy), mention of body shaming, I guess?

Words: 3.067

“Do ya really think this trend is a good idea? Don’t you think that goes too far?” Osamu asks his friend when Suna shows him a new TikTok video. A rather toxic trend and not funny in Osamu’s eyes. But you probably have to go through some trends and pranks, which Suna then uploads on his TikTok account anyway. You don’t seem to mind these short clips from time to time. 

Osamu had only once seen you a little angry at a trend where Suna had pretended to be flirting with another woman on the phone, and then hung up quickly when he noticed you were coming back into the room. Too bad you had his phone in your hand faster than he could hang up. You couldn’t hear anyone on the other line than Atsumu, who had changed his voice to a higher one. At that time, you were angry with Suna because you never liked such cheating trends and had told him from the beginning that you did not want to get pranked with these topics. This trend will probably not be different, but Suna is old enough… To stop him is not Osamu’s job, even if he is still skeptical about all this. 

“I’m just gonna tease her a little and then clarify everything. There’s nothing wrong with it. I mean, have you looked at the reactions of all the girls? There are some hilarious ones. I think hers will be funny too, but not as exaggerated as the reactions of all the women on the Internet. I mean, she knows that she has a great figure. Maybe she’ll see right through it.” Says Suna, as he takes his cell phone out of Osamu’s hands and looks through the apartment, to find a spot where he can best place the cell phone so that he can film you, without you noticing anything. 

Carefully he places it on your wall shelf, pushes the flower vase filled with fresh flowers slightly in front of it so that the mobile phone is mostly covered, and presses the recording button, knowing exactly that you should come every minute, because you just wanted to get the mail out of the mailbox. 

“Yeah, well, there were some funny girls… But also many where the women have reacted heavily. Don’t ya worry about her getting sad?” Leaning against the wall, Osamu watches his friend, who’s standing in every corner of the room, to see if the camera is really not visible from any point. 

“Nah, as I said, I rather think that she will get upset for a few seconds, will have this sweet pout on her face and then punch me with the sofa cushion and start laughing when I tell her it was all just a prank. Or she sees right through it. So, don’t worry-”

“Today there was no post in the mailbox, only once again advertising.” You call from the hallway into the apartment, hang up your jacket as Suna presses his index finger to his lips. Osamu just nods, has understood that from now on he should probably say nothing. Why is he here again? He wanted to be back home after your cinema visit. Osamu definitely does not want to be drawn into this prank, because it is mean and tactless in his eyes. He hopes so much that you take all this easy and just laugh about it. 

With a big smile, you come into the living room, see the two men as they make themselves comfortable on the couch, and sit down in the armchair next to them. 

“The movie was really not bad, or what do you think?” You say something out of breath, as if you ran the way from the cinema to home. Just as Osamu wants to answer you, Suna cuts off his words, puts his hand on your thigh with a loving smile, before he caresses it and looks into your eyes. 

“Hey babe, can you get Osamu something to drink? A glass of water would be good.” Actually, he could get up himself, but for his plan he has to work ahead and hope that you react exactly as he imagines it.

You still breathe faster than usual when you look at the door into the kitchen, then back to Suna. “Yeah, I’ll do that in a second. Just let me rest, okay? I just need a break.” 

Jackpot. You couldn’t have given him a better answer for his plan. Almost as if you both had scripted the conversation. Suna has to resist a smug grin when he gives a fake sigh and lets himself fall back onto the sofa. 

“Is that your excuse for everything lately? I just need a break? And then you wait until I do it?”

Confused, you look at him. His loving look is blown away. Only two narrow slits look at you, almost pierce you. Osamu also looks at Suna in awe. It almost seems as if he wants to say something, but does not know exactly what. 

“What exactly do you mean, Rin?” You ask him with a strange feeling in your stomach. Something seems different from usual.

“Well, lately you always come to me with the, I just need to rest for a moment, excuse then you forget it and I do it myself. You got kind of lazy... I think, so please don’t get me wrong, but it also looks like you might do something more for your body…” 

Now that he said it, it doesn’t sound quite as funny as in the videos. Actually, it sounds really mean. Maybe he should clarify it directly and not wait until you show your reaction. Inconspicuously, he glances over to his mobile phone before he looks again into your big glassy eyes. Okay, it was really stupid of him. 

“Hey babe w-”

“No, no Rintarou, I get it. I gained weight and I’m lazy lately. Fine, but you know, I really don’t want to talk to you now. So if you’ll excuse me.”

Even before your tears can fall down your cheeks on your lap, you stand up, turn around and run into the bathroom. Yes, okay, you’ve been out of breath more and more recently, have also gained some weight, but that had a very specific reason. But the way Suna just looked at you, derogatory, as if you’re no longer enough for him, as if you’ve become too fat for him and should change that quickly, that has hurt you so much. And then he says something that is tactless in front of Osamu. This is just embarrassing. You’re so uncomfortable with this. The way Suna looked at you... You don’t dare tell him why you put on weight. You are too afraid that he will only look at you disgusted when you will soon gain even more weight. Sniffing, you reach for the toilet paper, wipe away your tears, hear the two men in the living room no more, as you sit on the floor in front of the locked door, legs pulled to your chest. 

“Ah damn it.” Suna curses, who got up and breaks up the video on his camera.

“I told you this was a stupid idea.” Osamu instructs him, gets up and walks towards the bathroom door, followed by Suna. 

“Yeah, I noticed that when I said it… Hey, doll, please open the door. That was just a -” When Suna knocks on the door, your loud words quickly interrupted him. 

“Rintarou, go away! I - Leave me alone! Go! Get out of here!” Repeating yourself, you don’t give him the chance to say another word until it’s quiet. You can’t hear your boyfriend’s voice from the other side.

Suna has stepped away from the door, or rather, Osamu had pushed him away from it, whispering to him he should now be quiet and not talk, when Osamu clears his throat loudly before knocking on the door and pronouncing your name. 

“Osamu? What do you want?” Your voice is much calmer, yet sad and different from usual. 

“Are you all right? So, well, I mean, Suna’s words really have hurt ya. I thought -” 

“Is Rintarou still here?” You interrupt him softly.

Both men look at each other, as Suna shakes his head, wants to tell Osamu that he should lie, tell you that Suna went out of the apartment. He doesn’t have a clear conscience about lying to you, but you probably won’t get out otherwise. Don’t give him the chance to clear up this stupid misunderstanding. 

“No, he left the apartment when ya told him to go out. He wanted to get some fresh air… do you wanna talk? What’s wrong?”

You had just spoken to him, but now you are silent. Was his answer too unconvincing? You probably didn’t buy it from him that Suna left. What should he do to make you talk, he asks himself when he hears your voice again. Hesitant and somehow anxious. 

“He’s really not there anymore?” 

“No, he’s gone now.” 

“Can you promise me to keep what I tell you for yourself?” Again, the two men look at each other. This time Suna has no calm, indifferent expression in his eyes. He seems tense, almost as if he is worried that you want to tell Osamu that something about your relationship is no longer working. Maybe he’s gone too far with all the videos lately. What if you want to break up with him? 

“Yeah, I promise you.” 

“I, I have not become lazy and fat. That, well, that has other reasons why I’m like that right now.”

“That’s.. You’re not lazy and fat. But if you think something is wrong with yer body…would you like to tell what’s wrong?” He answers you tensely, just as tense as Suna, who stands next to the door, listens to your voice and becomes restless. His chest feels heavy, weird, and somehow he’s sick. He really went to fare with it. But why do you believe his words when they clearly were nonsense?

“Promise me, will you?”

“Yeah, as I said, I promise I won’t tell him.” 

“I… I’m pregnant. The gynecologist confirmed my pregnancy two weeks ago… I just don’t know how to tell Rin.” 

These were some huge news. Osamu can’t believe what you just said. His gaze wanders to his friend, who looks with big eyes, open mouth at the door, where your voice came out. Osamu know’s it’s a matter of time when Suna will get a little freak-out. It would just be normal to be happy, sad or whatever.

“Babe, open the door.” Suddenly, Suna’s voice sounds through the locked door. He jumped away from the wall, pushed Osamu from the door and now stands in front of it, his hand on the doorknob, the head on the cold wood. His heart beats incredibly fast and if you don’t open the door right away, he’s sure he’ll kick it open. 

“Rintarou? I thought you were-” 

“Please open the door!” He repeats emphatically, wants you to finally open the door. You’re pregnant? There’s his, your baby in your belly? Why didn’t you tell him before when you’ve known for two weeks? So many questions go through his head, while he still stands in front of a closed door. 

“Go…” 

“No, please open the door. What I said was a dumb, terrible, a really stupid prank I saw on TikTok. I didn’t mean that. So please open the door. What do you mean, you’re pregnant?” 

You hear the fear in Suna’s voice on the other side of the door. Is he afraid you’re serious about the pregnancy? Or did he just notice that he hurt you with his words? And what kind of TikTok trend is he talking about now? Even if that was a trend, he really thought that’s funny?

“If you don’t open the door now, I’ll kick it in. Please talk to me…” 

Still, you are swallowed in your thoughts, have placed your chin between your knees when you feel the door vibrating on your back. Only now do you realize that Suna is pushing all his weight against the door again and again. You hear Osamu how he tries to stop Suna in vain. Slightly shaky on your legs you move away from the door, tell Suna that he should stop and that you will open it. 

As soon as you have spoken your words, the door stops shaking. Suna hears the key turn inside the lock, as the door opens a gap wide before your reddened eyes look up at him. Carefully, and slowly, in order not to accidentally injure you, he shifts the door open before stepping into the bathroom and pulling you away from it to take you in his arms. 

“Sorry about what I said earlier. That was stupid.” He states, put his head on your shoulder and caress your back. With his warm hug, you feel more comfortable. You know that his apology was serious, because actually Suna rarely apologizes. Only if he did something wrong. 

“So is it not true that you find me too fat, too lazy?” You ask to play it safe, even if you already know the answer. Sighing, Suna raises his head, loosens your embrace so that his hands only touch your arms, move up to your shoulders and neck, come to a halt on your cheeks and pull your face slightly up so you look at him. Barely visible, he smiles at you, wanders with his eyes from yours to your nose, before he gives you a kiss and shakes his head. 

“No, no, you’re perfect. My sexy doll. You are beautiful, and really not lazy. Like I said, that was really such a stupid prank.”  

Relief is visible in your gaze. Now that Suna has spoken the words, you feel safe. At least for a brief moment, a smile spreads over your lips. For a moment, you forget that you told him a few minutes ago that you were pregnant. Or rather Osamu, who had lied to you when he said Suna was no longer in the apartment. 

“And now to you… Is that true? Are you really pregnant?” Suna’s voice is unlike before calm, deep and clear in your ears as his fingertips leave your skin, gently lie down on your stomach. He doesn’t feel a bump yet, so if you’re pregnant you can’t be pregnant for too long. Also, he doesn’t think you lied to him. You two have sex a lot. You use a diaphragm as contraceptive, because you didn’t want to take contraceptives that could affect your hormones, which Suna thinks is better too. Of the other contraceptives, this was the most pleasant for you. Although it’s not the safest, you both knew that. But you’re old enough, were of the opinion that if you were to get pregnant, you both could handle it. You have a big apartment, been together for a long time and both have well-paid jobs. And lately, everything is going so well between you two. 

He had already played a few times with the thought of what it would be like if, in this togetherness that you have, there’s suddenly a third little person. He could really imagine what you would look like, with a little baby in your arms, reading your child a bedtime story while he would watch you both from the bedroom door. But he would never be the one who really addressed the topic of children. After all, you have to spend nine months running around with a baby in your stomach, giving birth to it, and so much more. If anyone should decide when to plan, it’s you. 

“Yeah, the doctor said two weeks ago that I was three weeks pregnant. So now, at the fifth week of pregnancy.” You murmur softly, put your hands on Sunas, which still cling to your stomach, and look up at him again. His eyes are fixed on your stomach, on your hands, which lie down protectively in front of the still unborn baby. 

“Are you angry? You know, about the pregnancy.” You ask carefully, look at his gaze as he almost sadly smiles at your question, shakes his head and reaches for your hands. With a slight jerk, he pulls you towards him, takes you back in his arms before he answers quietly. 

“No, no. How could I be mad? That is good news. That’s… I’m really so happy.” His joyful voice warms your heart. How gently he touches you for fear of hurting you or the baby makes you melt away. All these short sweet kisses that he gives you over and over again on the lips, while he tells you that he is happy about this news, make you overjoyed. All the fear, worry that he might say he’s not ready for a child yet is blown away. Because, to be honest, you didn’t expect him to be so happy. Yet it almost sounds as if he has been thinking about children for a long time. 

“We can do this, doll. I’m proud of you. And I’m gonna find every pound you weigh more, kiss it and tell it that each pound is sexy on you, too. Because you’re my hot chick, right?”

He says and looks at you with his crooked smile, a smile that others would call arrogant, but you know exactly that he means it lovingly. You can’t help but giggle, punch him in the chest before you put your head on the spot where your fists were before. 

“You’re an idiot Rin…” You laugh, listen to his quiet “Still your idiot” as two more arms suddenly lie around you and Suna. 

Both of you look to the side irritated, see a stupidly grinning Osamu who has joined your hug. 

“Look at this, my best buddy and his cute little mouse are having a baby and I even knew it before the father got the news. That’s a thing. Congrats you two TikTok-junkies.” 

“Idiot, I was standing next to you when she said it, so I know it just as long as you did.”

“Ehhh nah, I was closer to the door.”  

“You’re insane.” 

They both quarrel and you can't but laugh about the situation in front of you. A beautiful, loud laugh that silences the boys for a second, before the two smile crookedly and join your laughter.