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Stubborn (Ushijima Wakatoshi x f!Reader) | 001. what did i do wrong?

Summary: Ushijima Wakatoshi and Kageyama F/N have been secretly seeking out pleasure from each other for at least a year and a half. However, Y/N finds herself growing tired of the arrangement after being constantly hurt by the man she had grown feelings for. However, despite ending things with each other, she finds herself in a pickle when two pink lines screamed right back at her.

Tags: dad!Ushijima x mom!Reader, pregnancy trials, timeskip! fluffy, angsty. dearest daddy universe!

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters except for the reader and my ideas. I do not claim any images used for content in this fic, everything goes out to their respective creators unless it is mentioned that it is mine.

status: ongoing | taglist: open | dearest daddy masterlist | stubborn masterlist 

mia speaks: 

wow, it’s been awhile, hasn’t it? I’ve missed you guys so much. How has everyone been doing? Well, this one is quite short but it’s a quick introduction to this story. Honestly speaking guys, from the first time I decided to do this story, it had so much going on but after a really long break, I will be making a few changes here and there but hopefully you guys will like it anyway. 

If anyone was wondering, yes - the conversation between Atsumu and the reader here did happen as well in Homesick! 

Currently there is no taglist for this yet, I know some people have asked to be in the taglist for this however since that was quite a while back, I didn’t want to bother people about it, in case they were no longer interested. So if you’re interested in this, just let me know! I’d be more than happy to add you guys. 

The cold air emitted from the air conditioner in his bedroom would often make you shiver as it would usually brush your delicate bare skin. You had berated him a handful of times since the two of you had crossed personal boundaries in the beginning of the year, sharing intimate moments that made your toes curl just by thinking of it. He never really listened despite your complaints of his room being too cold for your liking, claiming to prefer the cool temperature only for one particular reason. 

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⤷ chapter thirty: the thief and the fool

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chapter notes. italicized texts are excerpts from the book yn is currently writing in the story

The universe, no matter how I look at it, is like a cylinder filled with incredulity, with things that always leave me flabbergasted. I won’t consider it a wonder because some of it definitely won’t put me in awe, nor would it be something I will be curious about. If anything, I am afraid of the universe and of what else it can bring to my life. It was, after all, the one that gave us this soulmate system, the very reason why I have this ragged black thread barely hanging on my pinky finger.

This system was probably a devil in disguise, an ocean with waves that will drown us until we no longer have air to breathe in, or maybe, it’s a black hole bound to suck up everything. If we ever manage to escape its grasp, we’ll still be left with no memory of the person who used to be that “everything.” It’s neither a gift, nor a curse; and it’s definitely not the magic little old me thought it to be.

It’s simply a thief— a thief who stole my angel, my buoy that kept me afloat no matter how scary and deep that ocean was.

For the umpteenth time of the night, you sighed as you read the words you have typed on your laptop. Fingers hovering over the keyboard, you felt the frustration building up inside you once again. For what reason? Everything– being unable to come up with a good storyline, your supposed-to-be soulmate, your missing memories and even the apparently inaccurate ones, and add that to the migration to a whole new country itself. Everything just felt so out of place.

“Writing got a bit too personal? It’s kind of all over your face, dear sister,” a very much familiar voice jokingly speaks from your doorway. Before you knew it, your body jumped out of your seat and ran towards your brother.

“‘Yoomi!”

He chuckles and due to the height difference between you, he manages to slightly lift you off your feet as he wraps his arms around your waist to return your embrace. He gives you gentle pats on your back like he once did when you were both still young, but all the sweetness comes to halt when he feels you beginning to shake. Releasing you from his hold, he takes a good look at your face, shushing you when he sees the tears cascading from your eyes, “Hey, hey. What’s wrong?”

“Everything’s wrong. I miss home and I just… I just want to remember, ‘Yoomi,” you replied to him, desperation evident in your voice. He only looks at you with sympathy, wanting so badly to just spill everything to you. But he was no god, he had no right to counter your fate. Even the simple action of coming here with Atsumu has already made him break the unspoken rule of going against the system.

“YN…” He trails off, “We already told you, there's a–”

“I know,” you cut him off, “There’s a reason why everything happened the way it happened. And I know you can’t tell me anything. Even mom refuses to do so and just keeps on saying that over and over again. But… don’t you think you’re all being too unfair right now? Just letting me be when clearly, I’m still suffering?”

But you were twins for a reason. If you were stubborn, it's only undeniable that Kiyoomi is too, if not much more. So without waiting for any of his replies, tired of hearing the same excuses you hear from your mother, you turn around and go back to your seat, “Sorry, ‘Yoomi. I guess I’m not really in the mood for some happy reunion right now. Maybe tomorrow. Please close the door once you leave.”

I wonder, what was it that was so wrong with me that we had to end up this way? Was I not pretty enough? Was the idea of being my soulmate so terrifying that you had to make me forget your entire existence? That you’d rather make me suffer like this?

It was foolish of me to believe this system in the first place. It said I wouldn’t be in agony anymore, that these feelings would be gone the same way as you and our memories.

But did you know? Did they know? Not being able to remember anything about you is much more painful than having an unrequited love for you. Because even if I know you will never look at me that way, I at least had our memories to cherish. So what am I supposed to do now that the only thing I had of you was taken away from me too?

After hearing the door shut, you bring your knees up to your chin, the cries you’ve been holding well just seconds ago finally escaping your lips, “You… just don’t understand.”

As he sat on one of the seats around the dining table, Atsumu can feel his heart hammering against his chest, almost as if it’s about to punch a hole out of it just so it could go to you. He knows that the moment you enter the room, he’ll only be met with nothing but disappointment. He already expects the frown on your face due to last night’s events that Kiyoomi told him, along with the look you’ll give him, the one where it’s as if he’s a stranger. Because technically speaking, he really is nothing but a stranger to you now. The love and care you once bore from him is nothing but fleeting memories for him now. Instead, in your heart, there is only indifference.

He’s ready, he swears, or maybe, he tries to convince himself he was. But one thing he’s sure of is that no matter how ready he was, it won’t lessen the pain he’ll feel once it actually happens.

He perks up upon hearing the light footsteps that are currently descending the stairs. From his peripheral vision, he can also see your brother gulping and your mother sighing, probably too nervous of what will be today’s outcomes. Seconds later, you came into view and Atsumu, this time certainly swears you still look as heavenly as the day he saw you as Cinderella.

Growing up, he has heard a lot of murmurs from adults about how they fell in love with their significant other in exactly three seconds. He thought it was foolish, impossible because how can someone fall in love so quickly with a stranger?

But as he looks at you, despite being in that childish Mickey Mouse pajamas you loved so much, he feels himself falling in love with you literally every second that passes, over and over again.

A light cough resonates from your mother, who was eyeing Atsumu, before she calls you over to eat breakfast. When your eyes finally landed on his figure, he was sure that his soul ascended to the where the gods were and his thoughts flew all over his mind, or maybe out of it, at this point he no longer has any idea what is happening. The only thing he sees is how you’re slowly approaching him, a lone tear falling down your cheek before you engulf him in a tight hug.

His eyes widened because this was not how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to just maybe bow to him out of respect then move on like nothing happened. So why? Why was he in your arms? Why are tears falling from his eyes too? Why are his arms tightening around you? Why can’t he let go of you?

“Samu…” you say, voice muffled, “I missed you.”

Oh.

“I…”

I love you, is what he wanted to say but as he returns to his reality, he finally spots your brother who was also shocked with your actions.

Right, you don’t remember me. You're not supposed to.

“I’m sorry but I’m not Osamu,” he mutters after pulling away from the hug and quickly wiping his tears away. A look of confusion forms on your face, brows furrowing. Kiyoomi quickly intervenes, “He’s Atsumu. Samu’s twin brother. He had to do something here in California that’s why I brought him with me.”

Your eyes lit up in understanding, immediately bowing in apology, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I thought… I thought Samu just lost his mind and dyed his hair blonde, I’m really sorry. To think I almost made fun of your hair, good thing Kiyoomi s- oh, wait no, you didn’t hear anything from me about your hair, it looks good on you I swear.”

Atsumu only chuckles, “It’s alright.”

In the midst of your apologies though, a realization dawns upon you, “Wait... I’ve known Samu since we were like, ten. How have I never heard of you?”

The two boys freeze, thousands of excuses running through their minds but none escape their mouths.

“YN, come now. We’ve made the food wait for too long now,” your mother gently calls but you don’t miss the way she tries to discreetly glare at Kiyoomi and Atsumu. You squint your eyes in suspicion, what are you all hiding from me?

The rest of your meal went by in silence, almost as if they’re too cautious to even let a word out in fear of spilling something you were not supposed to know. You were not dumb, and Kiyoomi was nowhere near being a good actor. His usual demeanor is still present but you still catch the way he looks at Atsumu, checking on him closely. If this was any normal circumstance, you would’ve simply let it go and just pass it off as a sign of concern for his friend.

But even your own eyes find themselves drawn to his presence. Maybe it was because he was the replica of Osamu, a friend very dear to you, and that you were just homesick. Or maybe it was for a different reason. But whatever it was, the longer you looked at the blonde, the more you felt determined to go through with your decision.

“One year,” you suddenly speak up, getting the attention of the three, “I’ll stay here for a year more and finish school but after that, I’m coming back home to Japan.”

Your mother gasped, “YN! You said you’ll stay here for go-”

“Whatever it is you’re hiding from me, whatever it is that you don’t want me to remember, I’ll make sure to find out. You don’t have to help me. I’ll remember my soulmate, even if it takes me my whole life doing so.”

Coming here, Atsumu didn’t really have any expectations. He just wanted to see you, that’s all. He just wanted to apologize even if you had no idea why. Just one smile is all he needed to finally let go of you. But as you spoke your words, instead of a proper goodbye, he finds himself uttering a thank you to the gods for giving him another chance instead.

ONE YEAR LATER, DECEMBER: HANEDA AIRPORT, JAPAN

The airport was as busy as the way it was when you left. Noisy chatters from different passengers were all over the place and while it was supposed to annoy you, it only brought a smile to your face and unlike the past months, you start to get filled with excitement once more.

You look up at the clear blue skies, trying to calm your heart that was rapidly beating, “Don’t be too happy yet, YN. After all, you’ve still got a soulmate to remember… or find.”

When I was young, I thought the consequences were just deserved. That it’s what you get for taking your soulmate for granted. But the more I mulled over it, the more I felt like the me who I have forgotten would think otherwise, that she’d think the same way I do now.

So even with these consequences, I refuse to concede with the fate that the universe gave me. No matter how many years it may take, be it a billion or even a gazillion, this heart is mine to control so, I’ll make it remember us. I’ll make it remember my love for you, the boy who once held my world, or rather, my universe. Because it’s you.

And because I’m a fool for you.

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pairing - iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader

genre - crack + fluff :) soulmate! au

synopsis - In a world where soulmates can hear the songs their partner is singing or listening too at any time, Iwaizumi Hajime wants to know who his soulmate is so he can give them a piece of his mind and tell them to stop singing along to soft lofi songs while he’s in the middle of practice because it’s seriously ruining his cool, calm, and collected image

a/n: I did my research and apparently in Japan you get your admission results in February BUT FOR THE SAKE OF THE PLOT THE RESULTS ARE COMING OUT NOW. OKAY? OKAY.

Anyways, 🥷🍵 interesting—next chapter is written yall hehe I ain’t holding back 🏃‍♀️

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⤷ chapter twenty seven: happiness looks good on you

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Life in California was in no way close to what you have visualized it to be. Three months ago, or maybe even more, you imagined yourself wandering all around the town you currently live in, making new friends, gossiping with them, and relishing a fresh environment as you pursue your dreams. Yet, here you were, sitting idly on the couch, eyes staring off into an empty space by the corner of the living room of your apartment complex, head gradually feeling like it was about to split in half with where your mind tries to take you. Much to your dismay, you’re only met by a dark and endless abyss.

“YN, I’m going out to buy some groceries. Wanna come?” Your mom appears from the kitchen but does not look at you, instead rummaging in her bag for something. She lets out a sound of success upon finding the car keys, finally taking notice of the silence despite her question. She takes a look at your unbothered figure, sighing when she realizes what you were doing again, “YN. I told you already, there’s a reason why the system works that way.”

With that statement, she finally gets your attention, sadly smiling when you look at her with somewhat emotionless eyes.

“You know him but why won’t you tell me about him? I just… I just want to ask him why, you know?”

It wasn’t supposed to bother you anymore, at least that’s what the soulmate system stated with regards to cutting and forgetting your fated one. For some reason, however, you find yourself often getting lost in your thoughts, hoping to fill the void and the many holes in your memory, even just by a little bit.

Unfortunately for you, your mother remains firm with her resolve, “And we just don’t want you to get hurt anymore. Your dad, me and of course, Kiyoomi. You have no idea how much it hurt to see you cry so much that day and it’s frustrating how we can’t even do anything about it.”

Though you do not feel any kind of unbearable pain whenever that happens, it still doesn’t prevent the curiosity that sparks within you— especially when you see the cut black thread tied on your pinky finger. You lift your hand up and stare at it, I just need a clue, just one clue please, you thought for the umpteenth time. At this point, begging and whispering to your thread like a madman seems like a routine and as you close your eyes, only a flash of light and a much more painful headache answers your prayers. You wince slightly, opening your mouth to reply to her but the doorbell ringing beats you to it.

Your mom furrows her brows in confusion as she did not expect anyone to visit today. Nevertheless, she proceeds towards the front door and opens it. Too occupied to try and find out who it was, you remain seated on the couch until you heard your mom call your name.

You groan and begrudgingly walk to them, “Mom, I’m not really in the mood to mee—”

Your eyes widen at the sight in front of you. There stood Iwaizumi with a sheepish look on his face as he waves his hand.

“Haji!”

With a fluttering heart and teary eyes (due to happiness), you run towards him and jump in his arms, definitely catching him off guard, judging by the way his face immediately became deep red. Only your mom takes notice of this though so she giggles quietly. Not wanting to ruin the sweet moment between you, she quietly passes through the door and finally goes to do her agenda of the day.

Still engulfed in a hug, Iwaizumi tightens his hold on you, burying his face in your neck as he lifts you lightly by your waist, “Geez, you missed me this much, huh?”

You mumble a quiet ‘yes,’ unwilling to let him go. But you figure your neighbors wouldn’t really appreciate the teeth-rotting display of affection, so you do, much to Iwa’s dismay as well. Still, your hand found its way to his and laced them together as you invited (or maybe pulled) him excitedly inside. You usher him to sit on the couch while you prepare some snacks.

“What brought you here?” You ask while scanning the cupboards for any chips or biscuits, grunting a few curses here and there when you find none. You mentally slap yourself when you remember that’s the very reason why your mom went to the supermarket. You step into the living room once more, his wistful gaze on you as you did so.

“Hmm… I just missed you too, I guess?” He smirks upon noticing how your body went stiff and how flustered you look. His smirk soon turns to light chuckles when you cower in shyness.

“Stop it, you flirt!”

He pulls you beside him and stares deep into your eyes, “I’m just telling the truth though?”

If it was even still possible, your heart rate spikes up once more and you push him away, fanning yourself as your face becomes even hotter, “I said stop! Gosh, since when did you become so - ugh!”

You stand up, “You know what, we don’t have anything here so let’s go on a cafe or something!”

Anywhere but here so that you’d feel embarrassed to flirt with me, is what you thought but opted to not say out loud. You stomp towards the front door, pushing it open while muttering halfhearted curses for your companion, who only laughs devilishly at your figure.

Ah, you’re too cute, YN. If you keep that up, I wouldn’t want to let go of you, he thought.

marga's notes. if my man ain't gonna be iwa then i'd rather stay single for the rest of my life, i said what i said.

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