#one of my many convictions about Ushijima Wakatoshi

[klwl-truck]

I will not stop saying this but Ushijima’s conviction in being someone reliable for his team, his family in a way, would absolutely translate into the way that he would parent.

He would be scared at first, of course. I mean if you look at the way he was raised, anyone would be terrified of treating their children the same way (minus his father we love Takashi Utsui in this household).

However, I think that the moment he holds his child for the first time, letting them wrap their small hand around his finger as they look up at him with a large toothless grin, all of the fears would wash away.

They would make way for something new to settle in the base of his core, something that says that he will always protect them. He will always be there, no matter what. That if, for whatever reason, they cannot cross the road of life alone, he will always be there to reach out his hand, squeeze theirs tightly, and guide them forward.

[myelocin]

four seasons later | sakusa k.

synopsis: you’re staring at the black screen of your phone, and try to recall the photos in the gallery. of what was saved, unsaved; forgotten, and remembered.

characters: sakusa kiyoomi, you, (mentions) of ushijima wakatoshi

genre: slice of life wc: 800+

a/n: xave dropped her phone and yes i am witness to it happening so here i am romanticizing it once again bc this is the purpose of my life

sakusa stares at the broken screen of your phone, pauses in his tracks, blinks at your still figure a total of three times, before he turns his head from you and goes back to pouring more coffee into his mug.

thirty five seconds pass; your eyes still trained on the familiar cracks spanning from top to bottom of the screen, the two and a half scratches that you still feel against the pad of your pointer finger, and the black of the screen that remains as is despite you pushing against the power button.

“it won’t turn on,” sakusa says over the sound of coffee steadily filling the mug.

“it still can,” you say, and not in the way that feels as if you’re still hopeful, but more with the confidence that it can still turn on.

to be fair it’s survived a number of misfortunes. the cracks down the screen, scratches on the back. a fall on the asphalt, then a wheel over it. one too many tosses meant to land on the bed, but towards the wall instead.

despite that, it turns on. or as the poets say, it holds on.

so you let go of the button, inhale a shallow breath, then press again, this time with a little more conviction. “this phone has gone through a shit show. it’ll turn on.”

you don’t care what the poets say, or what metaphors you could fish from this, because this situation is just as is.

the screen stays black, and you don’t realize you’ve been holding your breath. the sound of coffee filling a mug to your left ceases before you feel sakusa’s eyes on yours.

the phone still won’t turn on.

internally, you begin to run through the data in your phone. what was saved and unsaved. the four year’s worth of photographs in the gallery. the good morning text from that random number that had you laughing to the moon and back three years ago. photos of the sky from january to december, four cycles over.

you inhale again, and hold it. (again.)

a photo of the street two blocks away from what was home two years ago; a figure blurred and running beside you. olive eyes, olive hair, a violet jacket, and the gleam of sunshine like wisps of light in his eyes.

in the slightest, you feel yourself tremble the more you stare at the dead screen because you know that photo was unsaved.

“we can head out later and get you a new phone,” sakusa says, breaking the silence.

you don’t notice the fact that by now he’s seated at the table behind you, coffee mug in hand, and the smell of something that isn’t ushijima’s favorite black tea in the air.

you realize you like the scent of coffee more.

“ok,” you say, but you still don’t let go of the power button.

“did you have your phone backed up?”

you think of the miscellaneous photos from a finished slice of history, the dry pavement, and the sun at seven am. (you’ve always preferred running at five.)

“not everything.”

sakusa hums, looking at the window to his right.  “but did you get the important bits?”

you shrug, biting the inside of your cheek and think about his words. three beats and maybe a half passes before his voice cuts through the settling silence again. “i think you’ve saved the stuff that counts the most. if something was deleted, then i think it was just meant to be deleted.”

two more seconds of silence pass.

a slow sip, the scent of more coffee, and a car zooming past the street that’s both new and timeless to you comes and goes.

you think of the ten thousand and some photos on your gallery again. sunlight through trees, olive in what had been love. a contact that you left at the very bottom of the list, untouched.

the thought of running at seven comes to mind again, and even if it was just a miniscule detail, you remember the reason why things come to an end. with you and ushijima, you’ve never met right at the middle. perhaps some days you were pulled ten steps too far on his side, while some days he was pulled ten too far on yours.

to a point love is a sacrifice, but with sacrifice comes the reality of pain.

you don’t hate the memory enough to will yourself to forget, but it’s now--another cycle of the four seasons over, where you awaken to the thought that you don’t have to hold on to it.

“i think i have everything then,” you answer, and exhale.

you release the hold on the power button and set the phone down on the counter.

“i think i backed up the photos from our run this morning,” you smile.

saksua lifts the mug to his lips, blows against the rim, before taking a slow sip. when he sees the wet asphalt, he thinks of the run the two of you just came back from.

he always did think the world looked a little better at five thirty.

[pillow-anime-talk]

thigh high socks.

synopsis: You decide to surprise your boyfriend with your new style of clothing.

# tags: scenarios; studies!au; current relationships; fluff; funny and spicy romance; boys are simps for your thicc thighs/legs; sfw i swear

includes: female reader ft. tooru oikawa, atsumu miya, wakatoshi ushijima, tetsurou kuroo & koutarou bokuto {hq!!}

— TOORU

Since you started browsing a Pinterest main page, you also started buying some new clothes who was similar to those in the pictures. There were many more skirts, shoes, shirts, sweaters and high socks in your wardrobe right now. Even now you have been waiting for the next five packages from AliExpress! Anyway, you’ve just been in the process of dressing up in new clothes to take some photos and just look at your mirror image.

Of course you didn’t look bad. The black skirt, white sweater and black socks looked great on your body and above all on your thicc thighs. Finally, you put on light-heeled shoes and you could go on taking photos, which after an hour you began to browse and rate. You’ve decided to add the two prettiest on your Instagram account with the ‘New style!’ description. This update has brought you many positive comments and lots of hearts, which made you very happy. You felt really appreciated and loved by friends who also added many comments on your new photos.

Anyway, you waited for Oikawa’s reaction; not gonna lie, your boyfriend’s opinion was the most important for you.

Buuuut, the minutes went by and the boy didn’t comment on your update, which was super strange because he had notifications on for your account updates. After a few more minutes you decided not to worry about it and change into more comfortable clothes.

However, you barely touched the high sock and heard a low protest saying to not do it. You turned toward the door and almost jumped when you saw Tooru closing your room door.

“Your mother let me in.” He threw with a smile, walking towards you. “I hope you didn't think I wouldn't comment this beautiful outfit. I just preferred to do it personally.” He added with a confident voice, hugging his chin to your shoulder. “The only thing I’m a bit angry about is that you didn’t send me these pictures privately, but we’ll make up it soon, right, bunny?”

— ATSUMU

You were a thermophilic type of person, so even a light breeze could cause unpleasant chills all over your body. No wonder then that even though the sun was shining, you decided to wear long socks that would protect you from the likely wind in the afternoon. You didn’t even pay attention to how well the high tights socks matched your legs or your university uniform. You just got in you small car and drove to the university. You came on a lunch break that day because your lessons started quite late.

You weren’t hungry, you had your breakfast before, but you went to the canteen only to see Atsumu and friends who, as always, sat at a table next to the big, clean window. You entered the canteen, making quite a fuss. Or rather, your legs have made a sensation, especially among boys. Atsumu choked on drinking milk, seeing your slightly new style of dressing, by the way.

Without paying much attention to the people or their comments, you moved closer towards your boyfriend and your mutual friends.

“Hi, Atsu. Hey, you spit. What a big baby.” You laughed, reaching for a handkerchief from your own bag to wipe his wet lips.

Then you wanted to take a seat next to him, but the boy pulled you on his knees, efficiently covering your thighs with his big hands. Thanks to this you noticed tens of jealous women and hungry male eyes whose turned towards you.

“Disgusting.” You muttered under your breath, leaning against the boy’s chest.

“They are jealous, don’t mind them. You look fabulous.” He answered with conviction, handing you a piece of chicken from his dinner.

Funny fact: your outfit caused such a great stir at the female part of the university that those who were in love with your boyfriend specially dressed high socks for the next day to get his attention. Of course your boyfriend had it in his ass and totally ignored all of them.

— WAKATOSHI

You've never been to your boyfriend's volleyball match before, because of your own schoolwork or the job in candy shop. But one day, when you had free time, you decided to support your man in a duel against another school. You went straight from school to the stadium without saying anything to Wakatoshi, naturally. You wanted to surprise him *pouty emoji*.

You saw your boyfriend when he had interview. At first Ushijima didn’t notice you, but when the interview was over, you came closer to him and patted him on the back...

“O-Oh, Y/N.” He murmured in surprise. “What are you doing here?” He asked in a serious tone, and you just laughed in the answer.

“I came to support you, Toshi.” You happily added.

“I understand. Thank you.” He answered and although it might seem cold, but you knew that Wakatoshi was very happy ‘cause you’re with him now.

Shortly after thanking, the captain noticed your today’s outfit, which was a burgundy dress and high gray socks.

“Is this also part of your support?” He asked quietly, discreetly pointing to your new clothes.

“If you only want, babe.” You laughed, kissing him on the cheek. “I’ll go to take a seat in the audience. We can go eat something after the match if you don’t have plans with your team.” You suggested and Toshi agreed to it. However, before you said ‘See you soon’ to him, the brown-haired boy took off his team hoodie and covered your bare shoulders. You thanked him quietly and then waved hand at him, moving away.

You quickly got your seat at the nearest grandstand, and shortly afterwards the match started. At that time Shiratorizawa Academy had by far the best doping! And all thanks to you!

— TETSUROU

Unfortunately, your train was late, which made you late too for Kenma’s birthday party. Luckily, Kuroo kept sending you text messages with informations that gifts hadn’t been given to his friend yet, so he tell you to don’t have to rush and you should be careful while on your way to the club.

Fortunately, after almost an hour, you safely crossed the threshold of the club with a big present in your hands and greeted Hinata standing next to the door. With your eyes you sought your boyfriend and moved towards him.

“Tetsu, hello! Kenma, happy birthday, I love you, man.” You greeted with a loud voice, attracting the attention of a black-haired man and a birthday boy. They both smiled at you, and Kuroo also gave you a kiss on the forehead.

“Good that you are already, Y/N.” Kenma said with soft smile. You just chuckled and asked where’s the place to put the present. Eighteen-year-old pointed to one of wooden tables, so you went there. And when did you go there Tetsurou notice your today’s party outfit, which consisted of shiny long socks, shorts, a black short-sleeved shirt with a cut-out on the chest, leather jacket and high heels.

Without paying much attention to Kozume, Kuroo moved toward you to wrap his hand around your waist to show that you are here with him. After all, it wasn’t hard to notice the male glances that primarily landed on your sweet thighs and socks.

“Y/N... Did you put those socks with a specific intention or...?” He asked quietly into your ear and you shook your head.

“I thought it was too cold for the dress, but also too warm for the jeans...” You answered truthfully, laughing under your breath.

“Hmm. I understand. Dress them more often then. You looks amazing, my pretty girl.”

“I also have other, much cuter socks at home.” You started even more quietly, winking at him. “But those are only for your insight.” Tetsurou licked his lips at your words, then gave you another kiss, but this time straight on the lips.

— KOUTAROU

Recently, you started to like Korean pop, and delved into the local fashion of many idols, which often appeared in skirts and shorts. Your slightly boring and dark style of clothing was nothing compared to colorful, sweet and lovely girlish creations, which additionally decorated with trifles, berets, socks up to thighs or shoes with bows.

You knew that Bokuto loves you regardless of your outfit, but... you had a vision in your head of how much he would enjoyed your much softer look or hairstyle. You decided to spend some money on new clothes, and then you set up a date with your boyfriend, which he gladly agreed to.

You two met at the entrance to the maritime museum, which Koutarou really wanted to go. Of course, the poor boy was waiting for you there ahead of time because he was so happy ‘cause of your date! So, when he noticed you, he started running towards you, almost tripping over his own legs, when he saw you in an unusual, super cute dress and white, delicate thighs socks.

“Kou!” You squeaked when the boy took you in his arms and spun you around. “Koutarou!”

You quickly moved your hand to your ass to protect your panties from being seen by others people. Bokuto probably went crazy and he didn’t think about anything but only you because of how beautiful you looked in his eyes. He probably fell in love with you for the hundredth time, lmao, we love this puppy man.

And then it was even worse (or better; I don’t know how to describe it) because your boyfriend instead of watching the fish in the aquarium during your date only took pictures of your figure!

[haikyuu-imagines-and-others]

Holy shit! That latest ushijima ask just needs to have a second part to it!! That cant be it! I refuse to accept that that is it. It's sooo damn good it demands to have a part twoooo. Over reacting aside, that was some good quality angst!!

I think this was for the pregnant one? So that’s fine since I have a pretty great idea of how to end it ;D Great for me, not for your hearts lmao Thanks for requesting! -Admin Satori

Part 1: Here

Ushijima Wakatoshi:

The feeling of fear never went away. The overhanging anxiety of each visitor of your home being that one woman never seemed to settle. You went through the motions of the pregnancy as if it were someone else’s body.

But you loved your baby. You ate healthy for it to come out healthy, you did yoga so as to stretch your body for the incoming labor hours, you’d read every baby book you could get your hands on to understand what to expect when your bundle of joy had graced this world.

You were excited.

But it didn’t feel like you were really… absorbing that excitement. You felt as if you were lost in a haze. Looking for warmth and security but only finding the judging eyes of his family. Only finding the pitiful looks of your family when you went to them for help and advice.

Ushijima, on the other hand, never seemed happier. He had a lovely lover, someone he planned on marrying, and a beautiful baby on the way. His hand rubbed over your swollen belly, you were due any day now, and he couldn’t help the gentle smile curl his lips when the feel of the baby’s foot pressed against his hand. You’d felt it from the inside, but you found it hard to find it enjoyable or even interesting… Your worry for everything seeming to keep you from enjoying your very life.

There hadn’t been anything more from Mother Ushijima to cause you concern. Just the phone call the day you tried to run away. Just the understanding that she did not approve of you, and she was planning to marry off the love of your life to someone with ‘superior genes’ than your own.

So why were you so worried?

“What do you think they’ll be?”

A sudden inhale graced your lungs with the oxygen they needed, you blinked furiously to tear you gaze away from the pot of boiling ramen in front of you. He’d asked a question. About the baby. His baby. Your baby. You looked up at him from the corner of your eye, “I think it’s a girl….” You finally got out, using his expectant curious gaze as a sort of context clue. His hand rubbed along your belly, “But you want a boy, don’t you?”

Ushijima smiled tenderly, closing his eyes before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your temple, “I want them to be healthy and safe.” He deflected, but at your raised eyebrow he knew his tactic hadn’t worked. He glanced away with a secretive smile before turning to set the table, “A girl would be nice, as well… Perhaps twins.”

You scoffed, finding relief in the release of your tension. You’d been holding onto it for almost 9 months now, with no further news or clues from his mother…. Maybe she’d forgotten about you… You doubted it… But you didn’t want to jinx it either. “Yeah, sure… I don’t think I’m big enough to be carrying twins, Toshi.”

The sight of his lifted cheek told you he was smiling, “Well I guess we won’t know until that day.”

He’d successfully deflected you from gender, a question he’d originally had asked, onto now the amount of babies you were holding. You were sure it was one. Just one. And you were sure it was a girl. Mothers’ intuition, you assumed.

You set the heat of the stove to a simmer, letting the contents cook slowly. Then your hands rested on the shelf of your belly, feeling the gentle push of the small being inside. Soon. “Almost there… Just a couple more days…” You whispered down to your belly, feeling your nerves wash away with the thought of seeing your baby soon. Your and Ushijima’s baby.

The shrill ringing of the phone brought your attention away from your warm feelings of motherhood. Back to the harsh reality of your recently revealed presence. In a family you did not belong in. She’d made that plainly clear.

As if a trigger had been pulled, you feel a warm heat stream down your legs an pool at your feet. Looking down, as best you could around your belly, you felt your heart leap into your throat, “Uhh… Wa-Waka….” You rested a hand on your belly, feeling a panic rise in your chest at the realization of what was happening. What you were about to go through.

“Yes, I understand, but- ________, that’s very rude, I’m on the-“

“Hang it up, and take me to the hospital.” You hand squeezed his arm tightly, your fingers digging into his skin as a wave of pain rushed over your body, centered mostly between your legs, but it felt like you were sitting a bit too close to a fire. “Wakatoshi? Now? Please?”

His eyes widened as he quickly hung up, without saying anything more, his arms quickly picking you up and rushing towards the front door.

You shook your head, whimpering at the uncomfortable feeling of being carried, of feeling harsh cramps, of the wet feeling of your pants and underwear. A mess is what you felt like. “No, no.. We need our stuff… I need to change-“

“I have the bag in the car. We’ll get you changed at the hospital.” His voice was serious, but there was a soft panic in his eye. This was his first time, as well, and yet you were the one taking it relatively well. “Keep breathing like they told you to in the class.”

Nodding, realizing you were close to holding your breath altogether, you took short breaths to battle the pain you were feeling at generally regular intervals. You were in a break between the entire drive to the hospital, which was just a few blocks away, but as soon as you were placed in a wheelchair, you grabbed Ushijima’s hand to squeezed with another contraction.

He didn’t say anything outwardly, but the feeling of your nails digging into his skin felt like he was being stabbed with tiny knives all over this hand. A few times you squeezed, he was surprised you hadn’t broken his hand completely. “Hey, it’s alright, you’re doing great.” You groaned and shook your head.

“No, no.. I can’t do this… It hurts… Waka, please, don’t- Ah!” You closed your eyes tightly and squeezed his hand as another contraction overcame you, your forehead already breaking out into a sweat of just suffering through the pain. You knew you’d be a mess come time for delivery.

They, the nurses and Ushijima, quickly helped you into a bed, making sure you were comfortable with pillows placed behind you for support. Though Ushijima never left your side. He held your hand no matter how many times you squeezed it close to breaking. “You can do this. You’re a strong woman, ______. That’s one of the reasons I love you.”

You tossed your head back onto the hospital mattress, whimpering pitifully at the feeling of cramps and your body stretching. Preparing for the arrival of your child. “Fuck… Ah… Fuck…” You cried, actual tears slipping past your control down your cheeks. He went to clear them but you shook your head, “I’m so scared, Waka… I can’t do this… Oh god.. I can’t go through with this, I’m not ready!”

“You ARE ready.” His voice was strong, deep, it held you in place and shook sense into you - and you let out a held breath as you looked up at him with tearful eyes, “You’re doing great, ________. I know it hurts, I know.. You’re showing me with how hard you squeeze my hand.”

Like you’d been set on fire, you pulled your hand from his quickly with a look of shame on your face.

But he didn’t let you pull away for long before both his hands were holding yours, “No. If you’re in pain, I will be, too. We’re in this together.” You barely had time to give him a gentle smile before you were groaning through another harsh contraction. “How much longer before she can push?” Ushijima asked the doctor as he came through the door.

The older man smiled patiently, “Ah, eager first timers, huh? Well, let’s get a look-see at what we’re dealing with.” He placated the anxious young man you called your boyfriend before he lifted the blanket from your ankles to rest at your bent knees.

You grimaced, finding it extremely uncomfortable for any other person to be looking at your nether regions, and Ushijima noticed your expression, “Just look at me, okay?”

Your expression soured more, “That just makes it worse, Toshi.” The whine you let out was more playful than he’d heard in a while, and it had his heart hammering in his chest - he’d missed you. You’d been… not your self for the longest time, and while he tried to understand it from his end, ultimately he figured it hadn’t been his business; It had been.

“Ah, alright, Mom, you ready to push?” You nodded your head quickly before realizing your mistake and shaking your head vigorously, “Oh? What’s wrong?”

Fear was choking you, but you looked up at Ushijima, holding his hand tightly with yours, feeling your nerves flowing through your veins. “I.. I’m scared.. Fuck, I’m so scared. I don’t think I can do this… What if something goes wrong? What if I can’t do this?”

Before the Doctor could calm you down, Ushijima leaned down and pressed his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. All your panic washed away, though your fear remained in a small portion - you knew you would be okay. “I’m right here. I’m not leaving your side for the rest of our lives, okay?” You stared up at him as he slightly pulled his lips from yours, searching his eyes and finding nothing but his conviction and truth in his promise. You were his world. Your baby would be his world soon enough.

The older man smiled tenderly at the display of affection, “Okay, let’s try this again… Mom? You ready to bring baby into the world?”

14 hours of labor. 14 whole hours of feeling like you were being split in half. 14 entire hours of blood, sweat, and tears….. Then the beautiful sound of your crying…

Babies.

Twins. Twin boys.

You stared down at the bundles in your arms, identical boys. Heads full of dark brown hair, their eyes closed as they rested from their violent entrance into the world. And yet… All was peaceful not but a few minutes after. Joy flowed through your veins as you stared down at your boys, at their peaceful faces - hearing one of their crying loudly before you had to continue to push and have the other.

“You’re amazing…” His voice was rough, worn from encouraging you the entire time, from cheering with you at the arrival of your first baby before the shock of the second had settled and he’d gone back into encouraging you. You looked away from your babies up to the face of their father, the love of your life.

Ushijima stared down in wonder at his little family. He hadn’t been lying earlier the day before when he said he’d just wanted them healthy… But now with the arrival and confirmation of his twin sons…. He wasn’t sure he could be any happier than in this moment. “Thank you….” Your voice was rougher, almost scratchy with how hard you’d screamed through your labor, but to Ushijima it was like music, though his expression showed his confusion. “For being here… For staying…”

One of his hands rested against your cheek, leaning down and kissing your forehead before pressing his lips against your own, “I would never abandon you. Or our children.” A promise he was going to keep for the rest of his life.

You smiled and kissed him again, feeling a warm peace fill your chest, your heart full with love and adoration for the three boys who you’d do and give anything for. Your family.

The soft sniffling and whimpering in your hospital room had you waking in the wee hours of the morning, the darkness of the passing night still making it hard to see in the room. You slowly came to, looking to your left to see Ushijima asleep on the lounge chair provided, glancing over to your right to see the cradles that held…..

One of your babies….

Awake and alert, you sat up straight in your bed, searching the room for any sign of the other baby, your other son. But there was no sign of him. No other whimpering from the other twin. “Toshi…..” He grumbled quietly, “No… No ….. Where…. Toshi!” This time he opened his eyes to look at you in confusion. You tossed off the blankets, leaning closer to the cradle to confirm there was only one of your babies tucked into one of them. The other lay empty.

But not cold.

“What’s going on? What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice laced with sleep, exhaustion from what the two of you had gone through. He’d tried to sleep in the same bed as you - but it had been too small, and he’d tried staying up with the babies, but he’d found he was far too exhausted to keep his eyes open.

Leaving your children innocently vulnerable.

Kidnapped? In a hospital? Ignoring his quesitoning, you hastily pulled your remaining baby into your arms, hushing it tenderly before you slowly stood, your hospital gown flowing to your shins as you made your way to the door of your room. “_______! What are you doing?” Ushijima jumped to his feet, rushing behind to catch up.

The light of the hall blinded you, making you blink rapidly to adjust but to also search for your other baby. The sound of crying echoing at the end of the hall bringing your attention to an elderly woman. “No…. No! Wait! Stop her!” You called, waking the baby in your arms, bringing the nurses and doctors attention to you rather than to the person stealing your baby. “Wait! NO! Stop.. I’m fine! Just. No! Get her! She-She stole - no I’m fine!”

Just as you were being surrounded by the doctors and nurses, you saw the woman turn just slightly to smirk at you. Your baby cradled in her arms. Her olive eyes showing her pride in winning.

She’d found you.

She’d found your babies.

A/N: Meh…