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[housewifebuck]

Evan Buckley in 5x17

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[jackiesjailbreak]

helpless ; ushijima x fem!reader (2)

A/N: omg chapter 2 is finally out wow ... took me like 3 and a half weeks but it’s fine. i’m honestly NOT sure if this is good at ALL or as good as the first chapter bc i rly did love the first one but i tried my hardest i PROMISEEEE. i had the biggest writers block on this so to relieve it i decided i’d make a standalone one shot of how ushi realizes he’s in love with y/n because i really wanted to explore that more so if you guys want that??? lmk // also thank u to @anianimol​ for betaing this bitch // also also sorry if ushi seems ooc this is just how I see him ):

part 1 & part 3

summary: ushijima and y/n’s story continues. literally just tooth rotting fluff

word count: 2.3k (she long)

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n a big thanks to @miyasimp simp​ for giving me inspo to write this bfjkds

II. falling

Since that first interview, you were showing up at his practices and games often, the old excuse of “it’s for the paper” seemingly worn out when he asks, “Didn’t the spread come out last week?” 

After that you had to be more upfront when talking and hanging out with him, but it all came naturally, and your friendship blossomed rather quickly -- study sessions at the cafe turned into hangouts at his apartment, and you began to leave your camera at home when you went to his practices in favor of studying every part of how he moved to commit to memory. 

You two continue on like this for longer than you’d like to admit (nearly a year and a half), both of you falling head over heels for each other and wondering how the hell you were going to deal with it. Surprisingly enough, the one who actually gets you together is Tendou, who has slowly begun to worm his way into your frequent hangouts. 

After one where he realizes you make Ushijima genuinely happy -- huge smiles, uncharacteristically loud laughs, the works -- he presses his friend about it, telling him to “make the move, Waka, she won’t be there forever.” 

So he did, one study date when he catches himself staring at you more than he usually does, and he knows it’s the right time.

“Y/N, I like you.”

“Like? In what way?”

“Romantically.”

“You better not be messing with me, Wonderboy, or i’ll--”

“We both know you can’t fight me.”

“No, but I can make you fail a class.”

From then on you’re his girlfriend, and you relish in the way you can bring out his soft side, clinging onto his arm and bringing him down to your eye level to give him eskimo kisses. You attend every single one of his games, becoming a ‘team mom’ of sorts and helping out wherever needed. You continue to help him study, and with incentives like ‘every right answer earns you a kiss’, his grades begin to soar.

Everything seems perfect, though Ushijima begins to notice that you’re giving more than taking, and it doesn’t sit right with him. Wakatoshi is nothing if not observant, and he notices that something is different about you. Your usual vibrancy seems to be duller, and though you’re still the most radiant thing in the room to him, he notices you’re carrying yourself differently. He can tell something is off, but he can’t for the life of him figure out what.

You don’t bring it up until he asks you about it one night while you two are cuddling on his couch, wanting to know why you seem so down lately. It only takes that one question for you to break down in his arms, curling up on his lap as wet tears soak his shirt.

“Lately you’ve kind of been ditching me for volleyball, and I get it, it’s your life and I need to accommodate that, but it’d be nice to have some us time every so often, you know? And, like, usually that doesn’t bother me, but lately i’ve been really down because I don’t know what the fuck i’m doing with my life, Ushi, I don’t want to be a doctor or do whatever the hell my parents want me to do, so i’m putting everything into you and your life because you do know what you’re doing and where you’re going. But it’s tiring sometimes, ‘Toshi, it is, because I feel like I never have time for myself anymore and i’m not doing anything for myself anymore and it’s my fault for taking so much on and never telling you, I know it is, but I didn’t want to distract you from volleyball because I know how much it all means to you and --”

He lets you ramble like this for a few minutes, his hand on the back of your head softly running through your hair, his other arm looped around your waist to keep you close. Ushijima’s heart breaks a little as he hears you speak through choked sobs, knowing that this is partially his fault; if he hadn’t neglected you so much for volleyball maybe you’d have felt safe enough to talk about this with him if he wasn’t so caught up in his sport all the time. Yes, this was what he was pursuing in life, but that didn’t mean you were to be put on the backburner because of it. 

Ushijima knows you’re done when he hears you sniffle and curl into him a bit more, shoving your face in his neck and apologizing meekly for “ruining his shirt”. At that he just chuckles, the low vibrations rumbling throughout his chest and making you melt into him. 

He eventually pulls you back to look at him, hands moving up to cup your face and thumbs wiping any leftover tears away. “Look, Y/N,” he starts, and you’re nervous for a second, beginning to open your mouth to speak again. He shushes you, soft and comforting, “I love you, alright? And I really am sorry I haven’t been showing it enough to you lately...I will be better, okay? I promise. And about everything else...you can talk to me. Always, even if I might not be there in the moment, I’ll make it up to you later. I am never going to let you think you’re a second choice for me.”

Ushijima pauses for a second before delivering his next words, knowing that he won’t be able to take it back once it falls from his lips, “And don’t worry about the future. Do what is going to make you happy, okay? No matter what your family says --  -- don’t give me that look, just listen. I’ll make sure we’re both taken care of. That’s a promise.” 

That promise feels as real as it can get, and Wakatoshi makes good on it. He’s more attentive now, his observant nature coming in handy -- before he could only tell when something is wrong, but now it’s like he can always tell why, too. He knows exactly what to do for each situation, whether it be parents, school, stress, or work. You continue going to his games but it feels like less of a chore now, especially because he’s now coming to your art exhibitions, supporting you just as much as you are him. Your relationship is no longer all one-sided give, but a healthy balance between give and take. 

Slowly he begins to see your radiance return, the brilliant light you give off shining even brighter. You start wearing your dresses again, start smiling even more than usual, and it’s obvious you’ve finally learned to put yourself first sometimes. Ushijima’s in awe of how someone could be so perfect, so beautiful, and somehow all his. 

There’s something so special about a relationship built on endless love, trust, and adoration, and it seems like you and Wakatoshi have perfected it. 

  Another year passes and you two are getting ready to graduate college. You’ve persuaded your parents to actually be supportive of your passion for art, and he’s getting ready to go pro, already getting offers from countless teams. You visit each other’s families often, both sides asking when you’re going to tie the knot, your parents asking when you’re going to give them a grandkid. You politely turn them down, saying you’re not trying to move too fast yet. Hell, you’ve barely even moved in with each other.

Unbeknownst to you, Ushijima’s been thinking of marriage for a while; he’s always known you were the one for him, exactly the type of woman he pictured himself marrying. He could picture your kids running around in the backyard while you lean against the doorframe with a small smile on your face, glowing with motherhood. He could picture himself coming up behind you and settling his hands on your waist, basking in the love you exude for your rambunctious children, all accentuated by a beautiful orange sunset and cool dusk air. 

That is, of course, why he asked Tendou to help him pick out a ring. He wants to get the biggest diamond he can, though Tendou immediately chimes in with a, “That’s tacky, Waka, Y/N doesn’t like tacky.” 

He settles on a dainty ring, one he knows will look perfect on your finger -- it’s got a beautiful medium-sized diamond in the middle, with small pale yellow gemstones set throughout the band. He wanted to incorporate your favorite color in a way that wouldn’t look too flashy. It’s perfect. 

He keeps the ring for a bit, waiting for just the right moment to ask you, but it seems like it never comes. 

That is until one night he’s at a game and looks up into the stands, expecting your familiar smile and seeing nothing. Wakatoshi frowns -- you hadn’t told him you weren’t coming today. 

Regardless, he keeps playing just as well as he always does, knowing he can’t let it affect him too much, but he’s so confused as to why you’d choose not to come so randomly. He can’t stop thinking about it.

You’re at home hyperventilating because the pregnancy test in your hand says positive. 

You’re on the phone with your best friend (who had recently gotten pregnant too, apparently), hands and voice shaking, “What if I ruin his career.”

“Y/N, you’re not going to ruin his career with a kid, it’s not like you’re a side bitch.”

“Okay, yeah, thanks, I know, but I mean what if he drops it to help take care of the kid? Who am I kidding, Toshi wouldn’t do that, I just -- agh. I don’t wanna inconvenience him, you know?” 

“Y/N, it’s your child. You can’t inconvenience him with a child.”

“Yes, I can! And scouts are going to be at his game today, and I can’t just tell him, because if it throws him off his game he’s screwed, and --”

“Y/N, baby, stop with the anxiety thoughts and just tell him. I promise you, if anything it’ll just make him work ten times harder. Please? Get your stuff and go to the game, he’s probably missing you right now.”

She may be saying this because she’s known about his marriage plans for the past few months, but she’s not going to say that. 

You take her advice and run to the game anyway, though, holding the test in your purse. You get there right when it ends, and (thankfully) Ushijima’s team won, almost guaranteeing he’d be in a good mood. 

You’re tapping your foot and biting your lip as you wait for him outside of the locker room, his teammates all leaving before him. They greet you with various “hi”’s and small talk as they go, each passing member making you more impatient. Where the hell is your boyfriend?

You get the answer five minutes later -- he comes out with wet hair and a towel around his neck, indications he had just showered. His face, which was previously screwed up in concern, lights up when he sees you, a wide smile adorning his beautiful features. You let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. 

It’s time.

“Wakatoshi, I’m--”

“Y/N, where were you today? I was so worried, I thought something happ--”

“I’m pregnant.”

He stops, looking at you with wide eyes. “What?”

“I’m pregnant. You know, with child. It’s yours, obviously.”

“Really?”

“You’re scaring me.”

He picks you up, then, spinning you around and lifting you up high in the air, his shocked expression turning into one of pure happiness. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him look so … ecstatic. You don’t know why, but to him this is the best opportunity he could’ve been given.

“We need to get married now.” He states as he puts you down, as if it’s the most factual thing he’s ever said.

“Toshi, I don’t want you to marry me because you think you have to. I know it’s the traditional thing to do with a kid and all, but --” 

He cuts off your new wave of rambling by fishing something out of his gym bag, and all of a sudden your eyes are going wide as he goes down on one knee. 

“You know, I thought I was stupid for carrying this around in here, but it seems it was a perfect decision…” He mutters to himself. The world seems as if it’s going in slow motion, and all you can do is cover your mouth with your hands while tears prick your eyes. 

“Y/N, I love you. You know that, and you know I would do anything for you. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever had the honor of meeting, both inside and out. Something about you has drawn me to you ever since we first met, and I’ve been addicted ever since then. The fact that you deal with me, social awkwardness and all, means the world to me, and you’ve never failed to support me even when I couldn’t do the same for you. You are the most kind, loving, and caring individual I have had the pleasure of knowing so intimately, and I want to spend the rest of our lives by your side. Before you say anything, I have had this ring for a while now, and I have already gotten your parent’s blessing, I’ve just been waiting for the right time. And it’s now.” 

You gasp as he opens the ring box, the glint of the diamond making the tears fall freely now. You really never have been good at hiding your emotions, as overwhelming as they are. 

“Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”

Of course you say yes, pulling him up and jumping in his arms as soon as he slides the ring on your finger. As you swing around in his arms, you’re silently thanking your best friend for pushing you to tell him. She must have known.

This may not have been the romantic and elegant proposal Ushijima hoped for, but you both agree it’s your own little slice of perfect. It’s yours. 

You’re marrying the wonderboy that is Ushijima Wakatoshi, and you couldn’t be happier.